Is There Somewhere - Jjk

Is There Somewhere - jjk

try putting an unstoppable force (alcohol) and an immovable object (two horny teenagers) and you get me and jungkook making out at a party our freshman year of college.

» genre: fluff! angst, secret relationship, friends to lovers

» word count: 4.3k

» warnings: mention of blood, sex and profanity.

Is There Somewhere - jjk

There's always a certain fear that comes with having it all. The moment you realize you have something you couldn’t stand to lose, the notion all humans choose to ignore, that everything is finite, mortal, begins to creep into your mind. Some are fortunate enough to ignore this, to not let the fear of the future dictate their decisions. Others play it safe, or are completely driven by their fears and anxieties.

I sit around a campfire with several of my best friends. We’ve known each other for years, grown up together, went from playing tag in the schoolyard to drinking in our parents' empty house. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for a single person here, but telling them the truth is apparently the exception to that rule. Can’t I have the best of both worlds?

I believe deep down that they’d be supportive, that this wouldn’t be that big of a deal and they totally wouldn’t see it as breaking the rules or putting the group on the line. However the possibility that any of that is remotely true, is enough to turn me away from telling anyone. Ever. We’ve discussed our groups ability to withstand the tests of time for years, theories ranging from normal to psychotic depending on who's bringing it up (namjoon whose more than happy to give his genuine input or taehyung who merely wants to speak as much nonsense as humanly possible, at all times). The only thing we’ve all agreed about were three things. 1: arguments are resolved quickly and calmly, and never talked about again. 2: the “know your audience” joke, which is our kind way of reminding each other a joke may have been distasteful or too far. And the final 3: we don’t date each other.

“It just always seems like as soon as you have a couple in a friend group it's just bound to implode.” taehyung shrugs, rotating his double marshmallow inside the fire (we’ve told him they’ll burn, he is not concerned).

Mina frowns, “I don’t think so. A general statement like that is too vague, it really just depends. I think we could do it.”

Taehyung looks up surprised, “You and I?!”

Mina’s eyes widen and she looks at him bewildered, “No! Idiot, our little group. I think we could withstand it.”

He laughs at her, “You’re just a hopeless romantic and chronically single. You’re pro-love in any situation.”

She ass-eyes him and slouches in her lawn chair, “You’re mean. I like a good friends to lovers trope, I think it's romantic. Especially if they’ve known each other for years, I mean, come on, a single person knowing just about everything you’ve ever done, bad and all, and still choosing you? Who doesn’t want that?”

Taehyung lifts his charred marshmallows out of the fire with a satisfied smirk, “Perfect.”

Jungkook laughs beside him, joining him on the log bench with the rest of the s'mores fixings. “Jesus Taehyung, who's going to eat those?”

“Me.” He says admiring the food.

I watch the fire crackle and try to move past the conversation previously being held. I figured Jungkook of all people would also pretend to have no say or care, being my boyfriend and all.

In our defense, we did not see this coming. Try putting an unstoppable force (a horny teenager) and an immovable object (alcohol) and you get me and Jungkook making out at a party our freshman year of college. And I even consider myself a very rational human being. I put others before me, I make good decisions, I am a responsible person who makes responsible decisions. And yet, somehow, there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop myself from seeing Jungkook.

I make it sound simple, like we realized there was nothing to do and we did nothing, but damned did we try. The morning after the party was an awkward one. We hadn’t done any irreparable damage at that point, it wasn’t like we slept with each other, we’d simply had too many drinks. I would’ve kissed anything remotely human-like with that much tequila in me.

All I remember is waking up in my dorm room at the sound of gentle knocking on my door. “Go away.” I mumble through restled bedsheets.

“I brought you iced coffee.” Enough said. I leaped from my bed, not bothering to debate who actually was at my door, and especially not what I looked like or what I was wearing. This became obvious as I opened the door to Jungkook, who is always noticeably well-kept (unless you catch him in the mornings, but that’s an impossible task as he wakes up at ungodly hours to exercise). He grins and hands me the coffee, one of his own in his other hand. I thank him and close the door behind him as he invites himself in, admiring my room. “You finished decorating.”

I nod, sitting back down on my bed and groggily sipping on my drink. “Yeah, now I just need to hang those photos, but I need a step stool or a chair.”

He looks around before finding the string lights with clothespins but no photos attached. “You can’t reach that?”

I scowl at him, “No.” He chuckles, taking the pile of photos I have and halting them before handing them to me and standing on my bed. "Is there any specific order you want these in?”

I shake my head, “No, and you don’t have to do this, I was gonna try to convince the cute guy down the hall to do it for me.”

He narrows his eyes and begins clipping the photos, “Why have that cute guy do it when you could have this cute guy do it for you, and better?”

I look up at him but he pretends not to see me, busying himself with the task he gave himself. “Because it’s actually just a ploy to get him in my room so he can rail me.”

He winces and I laugh, having said it on purpose to elicit such a reaction, “Gross Y/N.” I join him by standing on top of my bed and begin clipping the photos he gave me. We work in silence for a few minutes, and apparently teetering back and forth and on my toes on my bed is not as easy as you’d think. I catch myself a few times and as does Jungkook, usually one of us moving throws off the balance of the other, until one fatal lean back to check if the photos in front of me were equidistant leaves me entirely unbalanced and falling (thankfully) onto my bed, but (not so thankfully) taking Jungkook right down with me.

I can’t give you the details of how exactly he fell, but however he fell he managed to drop face first, and his nose collided with my hip bone. I cuss and groan before looking towards Jungkook, who does not seem to find this half as amusing as I do, “are you okay?”

He finally looks up to me, eyes wide and panicked as blood runs like a stream out of his left nostril, “i-is my nose bleeding?”

I took him out of my room and to the nearest restroom I could find and instructed him to sit on the counter and lift his head. He grumbles and complains the entire time, “I know what to do, mom.”

I laughed as I wet a bundle of paper towels, “Oh yeah, you had a bloody nose like every day in middle school.”

He tries to shake his head and grins, “Yeah, it made me look cool and tough but I had to have missed a month's worth of recess.”

I hand him a paper towel and he plugs his nose with it. I jump up onto the counter with him and begin cleaning him off, “God you made a mess.” I mumble, wiping at his face and even his neck, “hope you didn’t get any on my bed sheets, I just bought those.”

“I think you’re forgetting I’m entirely in this situation because of you.”

I scoff, “I told you you didn’t have to help me.”

“I just wanted to talk to you.”

I stop wiping and let my hand drop to my lap, “What about?”

He moves the bloodied towel away from his nose and looks down, and I make a mental note of how close I must have gotten when I was helping him, and he notices too, but we’re both too stubborn to move. By this point, I hadn’t decided what I was going to do if Jungkook brought up the night before. I was hoping, like me, he’d also pretend it never happened and move on.

I was wrong. There was no time to run through every scenario, I mean he woke me up for god sake. I had no idea what to do or what was going to happen.

“I mean, don’t you think we should talk about it?”

Out of all the possible things I could have done in that moment, I chose to lie. “A-about what?”

He looks at me with brows furrowed before his gaze falls to the tile below us, “So you’re going to pretend you don’t remember.” He chuckles, “You know, I thought you might, but I had more faith that you’d be able to reject me honestly than lie to me.”

His words break my heart, “Jungkook I-”

“No, don’t please.” He turns to climb off the counter and walk towards the bathroom doors, and I’m unsure what possessed me to do what I did, but with no ounce of hesitation I grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back. My method of stopping him had worked, but apparently my brain on a whim only thinks ahead five seconds, and as soon as he looked down at me I was absolutely speechless.

He turns to walk away from me again and I guess I was lucky enough to have one last chance, this time spinning him around myself and looking at him with just as much passion as he showed me, and I pushed up on my toes and grabbed the back of his neck, rather forcefully pulling him into a kiss.

It was not my finest moment, but it got the point across. I definitely caught him off-guard, but once he realized I had no intention of pulling away this time he quickly took control. It was as if we had both silently agreed to let go of the shackles just this once. I let him back me into the wall and lick at my lips, pressing against each other and kissing almost greedily. I let my hands run through his hair and his hands raked my body, trying to find a spot anywhere but never settling, like he couldn’t have enough of me.

It wasn’t until the bathroom door opened that we could pull away from each other. In walks a very disheveled looking freshman girl, whose face wrinkles in disgust upon the sight of us.

“W-we were just leaving, bloody nose.” I chuckle awkwardly and point at him, passing the less-than-entertained girl and dragging Jungkook back into my room.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding once I closed the door behind me, leaning against it and catching my breath as Jungkook does the same against the desk across from me, pulling out the chair and sitting on it. His nose begins to drip again and I chuckle, handing him a tissue.

He looks up at me before taking it with a grin, “thanks.”

Silence falls again. The tension built up in one tiny room could not be cut with a chainsaw. “So, that was something.”

I nod, tucking my lips together, “Yep, sure was.”

He sighs and runs his hands through his messy hair. It’s a mess because of you. “Y/N, c-can I just be honest? Because I’m tired of doing this.”

I furrow my brows, “Tired of doing what?”

He throws his hands down defeatedly, “I’m tired of pretending there's nothing between us!” He confesses, I stand silently, racking my brain, “I’m tired of treating you like a friend when you haven’t felt like one in months. I figured I just had a crush, a-and it would pass eventually, but it hasn’t and I can’t get you out of my head. You’re driving me crazy with all this joking and flirting and kissing me a-and not even entertaining the idea that you might like me back.” I stare at the ground. Radio-silence in my mind. I hear him sigh, “Is it too much for you? I-I mean, can you say anything?”

I open my mouth but all that leaves it is hot air, and I look at him, and suddenly the words spill out, “I like you too Jungkook.”

His eyes lighten but he doesn’t seem convinced, “So why have you been so, mean and indifferent towards me?”

I sigh and lean my head against the door, “To punish myself for falling for you. I didn’t mean to hurt you as well.”

He looks hurt, “Why would you punish yourself for liking me?”

“Because we can’t be together, Jungkook. In any way.”

He rises from his seat and stands in front of me, “Why not?”

I let my head fall and look up at him apologetically, “Because, think of the repercussions if we don’t work out. Not only is there a chance we lose each other permanently, forever, but there's also a chance we take our friends with us.” I laugh, “Hell, we could take the entire group down with us.”

He shakes his head, not believing a single word coming out of my mouth, “You always think the worst Y/N, us being friends only puts us in a better position to start a relationship, not a worse one.”

I stare at my socked feet, “There’s just too much to lose Jungkook, I-I can’t take that chance.” He exhales and lifts my chin. I can tell he wants to kiss me by the way he stares at my lips, and I know he’ll break me if he does. “Don’t.”

He shakes his head, “Stop me then.”

And I don’t, he presses our lips together and I don’t so much as push against him. I let him lift my arms around his shoulders and rest his arms against my hips. This kiss is entirely different to the last, or any. It lingers for minutes after he pulls away.

“Do you really want to walk away from this knowing you never even tried?” He asks, hardly parting from me to ask such a question, his lips brush against mine as he speaks, and he kisses me more the longer I take to respond.

I pull away this time, “I-I want to fight so bad, but I can’t take losing you, or anyone else.” I feel myself beginning to choke up, tears threatening to brim in my eyes at the dilemma presented in front of me.

He nods, “I understand, I really do, so I have an idea.”

I look up at him with eyes filled with hope, “What is it?”

He smiles and leans his forehead against mine, “Be mine, in private. We don’t have to tell anyone else, we can sneak around and do everything normal couples do, except we just don’t tell our friends.”

I bite at my lip, “That might work…”

“And if you’re right, we do end up not working out, that way no one knows and we can just go back exactly how it was before. Or at least, act like it's the same, no damage done to the group.”

I hum and think it over. I can’t think of a better compromise myself. Jungkook’s always been the mediator whenever arguments arose. He always finds a middle-ground, and I’ve always admired his skills. “Okay.” I whisper.

“What was that?” He teases.

I grin, “I said, okay, I-I’ll go out with you- oh!” I can hardly finish my sentence before he’s grabbing my hands and swinging me around my room and throwing us onto my bed in a fit of giggles.

“Good decision. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some stuff I need to do.” He says, lifting himself off my bed.

I pout and watch him grab his coffee, “You’re leaving already? What do you have to do?”

He smiles and takes a sip, “Need to eat lunch, finish unpacking, and I think I promised to meet Jimin in about three hours.” He checks his watch and leans against the desk, and I take that as an open invitation.

“Well for the next two and a half hours I’ll be your helper.” I jump up beside him and sling his arm around me with a grin, “Let’s go!”

And from then on out, for five months, Jungkook and I have been doing exactly as we discussed. A couple in private, friends in public. And as a testament to his skills and our sneak 100, everything has worked out.

But as the days wear on I can tell he gets more and more tired of the double-life. He’s asked several times about just telling them, and each time I argue it.

Today has only solidified my opinion, that our friends would not be as understanding as he thinks they’d be.

“What do you think, Y/N?” I hear Jungkook ask me over the fire crackling in front of me. I look up at him, knowing only he could read my expression as what it was.

“Think of what Jungkook?"

He nods, “What Mina and Taehyung were talking about. Do you think it would be a bad idea if someone in our friend group got together?”

I hum and stare into the dark abyss of the woods, “I think the fact that none of us have tried is a big reason why our friendship is as strong as it is.”

“That doesn’t mean the idea itself is inherently bad, though.” He makes a s’more and puts it in his mouth, fixing the other marshmallow while he finishes the first, “You know, we’ve talked about this a lot haven’t we?” He asks, looking at Taehyung, who laughs, “I guess.” Jungkook nods and turns his attention back to me, “Do you think there’s any chance that a relationship wouldn’t actually affect the group at all? Or that it may even be beneficial?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, trying my best to portray the message ‘stop fucking talking’ as best I could without outright telling him to shut up. “You never know.”

He grins, “That’s the spirit, you and Taehyung are so pessimistic.”

Taehyung chuckles, “You and Mina are deluded by your chronic bitchlessness.” Jungkook scoffs and shakes his head but Taehyung continues, “I mean Mina I get, but seriously when was the last time you got laid. It’s like you’ve been celibate since school started, I’m beginning to worry you’ve forgotten a major part of the college experience.” He’s obviously joking, and Jungkook usually laughs it off, but instead he says the outright dumbest thing he’s ever said.

“Two days ago actually.” He says confidently with a smug grin, which quickly falters as Mina and Taehyung’s head snap around and look at him.

“Two days ago?” Taehyung asks, Jungkook opens his mouth to make up some excuse but the damage was already done, “two days ago, and we’ve been on this trip for… three?”

He shakes his head and laughs, “No, no, the day before we left, i-it doesn’t feel like we’ve been here for three days already.” He laughs it off but they don’t seem to have entirely bought his act.

I’m in awe of his insensitivity and ignorance and quickly rise from my chair to say I’m going on a walk. “In the dark?” Mina questions but I ignore her.

I cool off for a moment but only get about 30 seconds of silence before I hear what's no doubt Jungkook running towards me. He breathes deeply and walks beside me, “I pissed you off didn’t I.” He states.

“You think?”

He sighs, “That’s my bad, I-I took it too far. I’ll drop it, I promise.”

I tug my blanket around my shoulders, “They’ve made their opinion pretty obvious, Jungkook. Maybe one day, but not now.”

He nods, “I understand, although it is worth mentioning the only voice of opposition is Taehyung, of all people. I take any opinion of his with a grain of salt.”

I quietly chuckle, “That’s fifty percent of that conversation, the rest didn’t chime in cause they weren’t listening, thankfully. Since your big mouth decided to tell the entire wilderness you had sex two days ago.”

He grins and scratches the back of his neck, “I’ll admit that wasn’t my finest moment.” He sighs and shoves his arms in his pockets and flips his hood up.

“Are you cold?” He shakes his head. “Go back to the fire.”

He smiles at me, “You first.”

I take a deep breath and look at him, “I want to be alone.”

He shakes his head, “My father raised me right, I can’t leave a pretty girl alone, especially not in the dark woods.”

I stop walking and eye him, “You’re annoying. Do you know that?”

He grins and pulls me towards him, “Absolutely. And the longer you stay out here the worse I will get, so for my sake and yours, let’s please go back to the fire.”

I sigh and turn us around and listen to him excitedly babble the entire way back. As we’re approaching the others he leans over and tells me, “I’ll spend the rest of the break making this up to you, if you let me, of course.” He grins charmingly, parting ways to sit down on opposite sides of the fire.

The conversation between all of us dies down soon after. All of us groggily, somewhat drunkenly staring into the fire.

Until one person giggles, then another, and another. Yoona, who’s sat beside Namjoon and was the first to laugh, gets nudged by him and he tells her to shut up. She shakes her head and defeatedly looks around. “I-I’m so sorry guys,” she cracks up, “I can’t take it anymore, it’s almost mean at this point.”

I look around and receive about a fifty-fifty in looks. Mina, Taehyung and Jungkook look at her like she’s insane while the others all hold back their giggles and grins.

“What the hell are you laughing about?” Taehyung finally asks, annoyed they left him out of a joke.

She looks at Jungkook and then me, “You two do know that we know… right?”

Jungkook and I glance at each other and shake our heads, “What do you mean?”

Yoona sighs and leans forward, “We know you’re seeing each other, or fucking, we’re not sure entirely, its a running bet actually.”

“Yoona you’re such a buzzkill!”

“Snitch!”

One by one they all jokingly berate her, and I sit back absolutely dumbfounded. “How long have you known?”

She shrugs, “We all just kinda brought it up to each other, and Jimin and Namjoon were debating whether you guys were dating or just having sex, and frankly I am tired of hearing them whisper between me, so what is it between you guys, exactly?”

Jungkook tries to jump on her question but I’m quicker, “Wait, so, you guys aren’t like, mad? At all?”

They all look at me like I’ve lost my mind, “Why would we be mad? We’re your friends, we want you to be happy. All that debate about how we all stay friends is just that, debate. It’s just talk. Life happens, you don’t always get to decide who you’re attracted to.”

Yoona soothes my nerves and I have little time to relish in the relinquishment of my fears as Jimin eagerly jumps into the conversation, “But seriously please tell me you guys are just fucking and its not serious yet-”

“They’re definitely dating.” Namjoon intersects.”

They bicker back and forth until Jungkook throws an acorn at them, effectively hitting Jimin and silencing them both, “We’re dating, eat shit Jimin.”

He opens his mouth offendedly and Namjoon raises his arms victoriously, and like normal, they continue to argue like children.

Mina and Taehyung are the first to go, walking towards the tents and calling it a night, soon followed by most others. I don’t pay much attention to anything, my mind much too occupied by the events of the night as I stare at the burning firewood.

It isn’t until a hand reaches in front of me that my attention is drawn back to reality. I follow the tattooed arm up to see Jungkook’s smiling face, “Call it a night?”

I nod and take his hand, letting him lead me to our tent. I suppose now I notice they always let Jungkook and I pair, I always assumed it was what happens when there's only three girls, the thought never occurred to me that they could have done it on purpose.

We get comfy in our sleeping bags and I feel him reach a hand out, letting it dance across my back, “You wanna talk about it?”

I turn to face him and shake my head, letting a dopey smile spread across my face, “Nothing to talk about. Just enjoying that massive weight lifted off my shoulders.”

He kisses my head, “Good, you didn’t deserve to carry that.”

“I still don’t regret it. Kinda liked sneaking around with you.”

He hums, “I’m sure we’ll find other ways to keep things exciting.”

I close my eyes, letting myself slowly drift off, “I’m sure you’ve got a list of ideas already.”

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figured i needed to sprinkle some fluff into my very smutty jjk list. here u go! as always thank u for reading and hope u have a serene day <3 - ara :)

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Mr. Jeon: Ecstasy

the last words jungkook spoke to you before you fell asleep in his arms ring in your ears and in your mind days after. he's changed, you think you're a step closer to truly having him.

» genre: series, smut, fluff

» word count: 4.7k

Part 4 | Masterpost

i walk into school like i'm on cloud nine. i can't be bothered. i have nothing else to waste time on other than school and jungkook. i have nothing else going for me. no friends to hang out with, no parents to impress, what else am i supposed to do? ive never known anything besides what i've been taught to prioritize, which happen to only be those two things.

im disappointingly not in the maths wing until my last period, but my third to last class is adjacent to the math wing where his classroom resides. sometimes i can catch him outside of his classroom, preparing for his four classes.

today i see him for the first time by my locker, speaking professionally with another teacher.

what business would he have with a literature teacher? the new, young, and pretty one at that. they're smiling at each other and i have no reason to think it's anything other than professional, until he catches me staring.

he seems surprised to see me, he likely didn't know where my locker is and this isn't some elaborate set up. no flirting during school hours is a set of my rules.

i was going to smile and move on with my day, until he turns back to her, leaning his arm casually beside her on the doorway and acting cool. this is clearly a trick he's familiar with, he's oozing with attractiveness and she stutters on her words and slightly blushes. he grins and encourages her to go on about her favorite shakespeare works.

he continues to eye me as she talks, she doesn't seem to care a bit that he stares off for most of their one-sided conversation.

i decide, to discreetly do what i can, he's staring at me for a reason, might as well give him a show.

i smirk and turn back into my locker, reaching up into a little bin at the top where i keep the candy i've accumulated throughout the year as prizes, and i was correct in assuming i had a sucker in the mix.

i can feel his stare as i unwrap it and dart my wet tongue out to lick it, looking at him once i'm satisfied and putting it in my mouth and letting it sit against my cheek.

he ticks his head and looks back at mrs. book lover, acting as if he's disinterested and ignoring me but i know as soon as i look away he looks back at me.

i close my locker and sling my bag over my shoulder, holding miscellaneous folders and notebooks in my other arm. i notice a taller boy staring at me slightly in awe once i look up. i stare at him wordlessly and he plays cool, “y/n, right?”

i furrow my brows, “yeah?”

he smiles and sticks his hand out, “i-i’m jisung.”

i debate my options here. i know jungkook is watching me, now probably closer than ever, if i shake his hand he may definitely count that as a violation. i'm already on thin ice after my lollipop stunt.

suddenly a median solution presents itself to me and i sprint into action, stepping forward with a grin like i'm going to shake his hand, and instead letting the first few notebooks from the stack in my hands fall off and onto the ground, effectively attracting attention, avoiding having to touch him, and, bending down with my behind facing jungkook, an added bonus, teasing him.

jisung is quick to pick everything up and hand it to me, “i should get to class, nice to meet you.” i quickly tell him, turning around and walking towards my free period, which happens to be mrs. hot nerds room. jungkook is ogling me as i walk his way.

their conversation halts as i stand between them, “are you with me this period, erm…”

she looks at her clipboard of names for mine and i interject, “y/n, yes i am.”

she nods with a smile, “perfect you can take a seat-”

“actually mrs. soom, i came to take y/n as well. she failed her last quiz so she gets to spend every free period with me until she aces my next one.” jungkook smiles smugly at me, knowing i only did that on purpose and i may actually know math better than him.

she's shocked by his message, “oh well of course, y/n you really ought to be focusing more on your studies.”

i give her a half-asses bow, “yes of course, well i'll meet you in there mr. jeon.”

“nonsense i'll walk with you, make sure you don't skip out on it.”

i hum sarcastically as he escorts me away from my classroom. the bell rings and the hallways are quickly cleared, leaving only littered papers and gum wrappers on the floors.

we walk silently throughout the school, looking entirely normal, and i begin to run through every scenario in my head as to of what he could have in mind until he pulls me into a stairway, “why are we going downstairs? your classroom-”

“i know where my classroom is y/n.” he cuts me off rudely, not explaining further and dragging me down a set of stairs and into the basement level.

ive never actually been down here if not to fetch supplies for other teachers. there's classrooms on this floor but it's largely used by cleaning crew and summer school, which is why i'm unfamiliar with it.

he grabs my arm roughly and leads me to the front of a thick door, making quick use of his keys and locking it back after shoving me inside the room and turning the lights on to reveal a tiny workroom, only sporting a single, small desk and chair, an old copy machine, and some outdated books.

“don't you think it'll be suspicious-”

“nothings suspicious. it's true, you failed my last test. this floor is not off-limits to maths teachers as it's the only floor with math history textbooks, and the only floor without any functioning cameras. so if someone cares enough yes, they'll see me taking you down here. and if anyone asks, i was making you look for the seventh edition calculus textbook, and we couldn't find it, understood?”

i nod my head, “good story, b-but why did you actually take me down here? y-you said nothing was to happen during school hours-”

he leans into me, “yes, but i promised you something as soon as i saw you, and i'm delivering that.”

i scan back to two weeks ago, our phone call where he promised i could have him again as soon as possible if i recorded me touching myself and sent it to him.

i grin, “d-do you mean it?” hardly believing jungkook would be so nice to me, but his behavior entirely has changed since the hotel. i don't know what exactly sparked it, and it's subtle, but i know i am too afraid to ask.

he leans down and connects the tips of our noses, “whatever you'd like baby, a reward, for listening so well.” i close the gap between our lips and kiss him passionately, craving him always as soon as i part from him, he's like a scent constantly swirling around me, a song skipping permanently in my brain, every corner of my thoughts he consumes and it gets worse the closer he is to me.

so when he finally lets me be near him, to touch him, i feel as if ive completely lost myself.

his hands stray around my body, settling on unbuttoning the top part of my uniform and exposing my bra. he leaves my lips and leaves me panting, sprinkling slow kisses down my neck and chest until he mouths at my boobs, looking up at me, “you haven't told me what you want to do baby.” he lets a tongue slowly slip against my nipple and i whimper, “worship me, make me feel good, wanted.”

he smirks up at me, “you're precious.” he backs me up against the cold wall, beside the door, “wanna know another reason i took you down here?”

he continues to play with my chest, using his tongue, fingers, teeth, anything he pleases and i let him, playing with his hair as he goes. “yeah?”

he smiles, standing back up and hovering over me easily, his other hand ghosting over my crotch and running his digits along my slit, “so no one hears your loud mouth, you have no idea how terrible you are at being discreet.”

i giggle, “sorry, i just get so excited.”

he grins, “don't i know. you're so easy, you don't even know it.”

i hum, “isn't that why you like me?” his fingers continue to play with my clit through my panties, and the other with my nipple.

"your innocence is what first attracted me to you, but you're not so innocent anymore.”

i allow my quiet whimpers to slip past my lips and i frown at his words, “a-am i less attractive to you now that i'm not? i-i did it for you, i do everything for you-”

“quiet baby, i didn't say i didn't find you attractive.” he stalls me with a kiss and pulls my panties down as he works his mouth into mine before pulling away and instructing me to kick them off, “at first it was your innocence, but now it's the way you're completely infatuated with me.” i look at him confused and he continues, “is there anything you wouldn't do for me y/n? right off the top of your pretty head can you think of a single thing?”

i shake my head, “i-i just trust you, is all.”

he scoffs, “i don't know why, but that just makes you all the more sexy to me.”

i grin at his praise, “you should keep saying nice things about me. you've been so mean before.” i wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me with a pout, “you said it yourself right? i behave well.”

he connects our lips for a moment, “you're actually quite a brat, like that little tease show you put on in the hallway.”

i grin and chuckle a little at the thought, “i was so worried you'd be upset, b-but no one would have known why i did that, no one pays attention to me anyway-”

"that jock did. you mesmerized him.” im quick to shake my head, never having seen myself as the type of girl to incite that reaction out of men, “don't disagree, he was a bumbling mess watching you tongue that sucker. but he's gonna go home and wish it was his tiny cock on your tongue.”

i look him in the eyes determined, “i would never.”

he smirks, “you would if it was me.”

i nod, “of course.”

he lowers his eyes, “you astound me.”

i kiss and bite at his neck, “is that a good thing?”

he grins at my attempts, “of course baby.”

i come to a halt at his top, unable to kiss or touch any further with the fabric in my way. it dawns on me in that moment that jungkook and i have never actually been fully nude around each other. i place my hands along his shoulders and drape them down to his chest, “i-ive never seen you.”

he slowly takes my hands in his, “i know.” i look up at him, thinking for a moment before reaching for my top, unbuttoning it the rest of the way and letting it fall to the floor before reaching to undo my bra. i struggle with the clip and he laughs at me, “let me help you, turn around pretty.”

i do as told and face the wall, a blush forming on my cheeks as the fabric comes undone and i turn back around, letting it drop in front of his gaze.

he watches me with a familiar hunger, his hands not wasting for than mere seconds before groping my breasts and his mouth attaching to my neck, leaving me pressed against the wall again and gasping.

i feel something hard against my hips, rocking into me and recognizing it as his dick, and i busy myself with touching him best i can as he occupies himself.

“j-jungkook~” i whine, feeling impatient and wanting him inside of me already. i can feel my walls tightening in around nothing, aching for him only.

“what baby?” he growls in my ear and i moan as he nips at a particularly sensitive spot beside my throat.

“p-please, want you.”

he chuckles, “aren't you having fun now? you're so impatient.”

he rolls his hips against my palm, almost like he's fucking my hand, why do that when you could actually be having sex?

"jungkook please,” i grip and pull at his shirt, “n-need you now, it hurts.”

he steps back from me and smirks, unzipping his jeans and untucking his shirt before pulling it off of his body.

i ogle at his bare chest, mr. jeon occasionally wears shirts that he seems to have slightly outgrown, and is known to brag to his male students about how much weight he lifts, but i hardly payed attention to any of it until now. “wow.” i let myself touch him, almost unable to believe he's real, a built chest that slims down to a thin waist that accents his hips so well, and arms strong enough im certain he could throw me across the room if i begged enough. maybe one day i will.

“if you keep eye fucking me i won't have time to actually fuck you.” he teases.

i pout, “i asked you to be nice to me.”

he closes the gap between us and kisses my swollen lips, “i'm sorry baby,” i pull away from him and demand compliments.

he looks at me blankly and sighs, “im really holding myself back right now y/n,” he palms at his hard on through his boxers.

i shake my head, “cant fuck me until you tell me something nice. it's not that hard jungkook. you tell me i'm perfect all the time.”

he grins, “because you are perfect baby, you're so pretty,” he leans in closer, distracting me with his lips and the words slipping past them, “knew you were special when i first saw you, you always stood out to me,” he pulls his boxers down to his thighs as he speaks, “couldn't stop staring at your gorgeous legs, wanted to touch you so bad i couldn't stop myself, i was hoping one day i'd have any excuse to be alone with you.” i feel his hard tip against my heat, collecting my slickness and he drowns out my whimpers by shoving his tongue in my mouth.

before shoving inside of me he whispers, “the day you forgot your homework was the best day of my life. ive never been so excited, so captivated by someone.”

he angles his hips upwards and nudges my legs further apart so he can slide himself in. at the angle he can only he a little less than half, but it's perfect for now, still only the second time having something as large as him inside of me.

i wince in pain and to my surprise he doesn't ignore me, he uses shallow, slow thrusts to ease into me and plays with my clit until i'm completely relaxed and letting out quiet moans.

“see gorgeous? i care.”

i hum and smile, opening my eyes to view him, staring at me with an unreadable expression. i can tell he's holding himself back, “y-you can go harder, i can take it.”

he groans and laughs, “i'm fine, focused on you baby.”

“i-it's okay jungkook.” i insist, he's too smart and catches on.

with a scoff, “you think i'm not enjoying myself if i'm not being selfish?” i shake my head and he picks up his pace a little, “here's another lesson for you then baby.” he decided to be nice about it, i was expecting to be berated for underestimating him, “some people get off on pleasing others. like you.”

“like me?”

he grins, “yes baby. you like to satisfy me. don't care if you get anything of equal value from me.”

i hum in agreeance, “you teasing me is enough. j-just want to be good for you.”

i feel myself grow warmer and wetter between my thighs and jungkook grins and halts, grabbing the back of my thighs and picking me up and digging my back against the wall. “help me out will you baby?” he teases, looking downwards, needing me to direct his length into me. i do my best and he sinks right in, much deeper this time and i let out a moan that was loud enough for him to silence me.

he presses his lips against mine as he begins to thrust himself into me. his dick almost feels bigger than i remembered, or i'm just much more aware this time around of how he feels inside of me, stretching me deliciously and rubbing against my walls with an unmatched force, and his tip hitting something so sensitive it has my entire body reacting and moaning into his mouth.

he chuckles and mumbles a “found it.” before repeating this motion over and over again while i struggle to keep whatever composure i have left.

i can feel him staring at me smugly, his confidence peaking as he fucks into me in a rough rhythm that's perfectly abusing me.

he pulls away and tells me to cover my own mouth and i do, biting down on my lips and putting a hand over my mouth as the other grips his neck tightly, as if he'd drop me, he doesn't seem to be struggling an ounce.

“feels great doesn't it baby? you know what that is?” he says between groans, i shake my head and hardly manage to squeak out a no, my inability to speak only feeds his ego. “it's called your g-spot baby. can be hard to find, but it feels so fucking good doesn't it?”

i lazily shake my head, “so good jungkook.”

he smirks, “aren't you lucky im big enough to find yours? these little boys your age couldn't do this.”

“no one's like you jungkook.” i manage to say in a coherent sentence, whimpering at the end as he grazes it again.

“all about you right now baby.” he puts in extra effort to pick up his pace and fucks into me with admirable force and it's enough to have me coming abruptly around him without much warning.

he moans with me as i tighten around him, my back arches off the wall and my legs tighten around his slim waist, practically forcing him inside me, not that he fights me. he slows down to let me ride it out, keeping his word until the end and not focusing on himself at all. he didn't even do this when he took my virginity.

busy admiring his compassion he gently pulls out and murmurs to let go of him, holding me as he puts me down on my two feet again, “you good?” he asks and i nod, feeling very tingly but stable. he helps fix my hair as i button my shirt and fix my skirt.

he notices me looking for something and smiles, “stop looking for them.”

i glance up at him, “where are they? i kicked them off-”

“i have them.”

i pause, “well hand them over.”

he giggles like a teenager, “no.”

the softer, humorous side of him is a surprise to me. i suppose he, as every human, has that fun side, he's just never put his walls down enough for anyone here to see it yet, and i'm the first.

i grin before scoffing, “you can't just keep them! i-i’m messy i need them.”

he shrugs, “they're a reward for me. a reminder of a job well done.” he smugly grins in my face.

i frown, “whatever. i'll get them back.”

he hums, “okay.” and begins redressing himself, much to my confusion.

“what are you doing?”

he stops and looks at me, “getting… dressed?”

“you didn't finish, you can't go out there with a, erm.” i point at his crotch and he chuckles.

“a boner, a hard on, an erection.” he sings, teasing me for my lack of experience.

“y-yeah that.”

he shakes his head, “guys hide this stuff all the time, don't worry about it.”

“hide it all the time?”

he nods, “yeah, guys can get random ones every once in a while, or something little does it, or they get in their heads and it happens.”

“how do you hide it? wouldn't it be obvious?”

he grins, “strategies vary, tuck it in your waist band if you can, luckily i can,” he says with a smug smirk, im not entirely sure what he means but i continue listening, “or just cover it and pray it goes away.”

he grabs his jeans and i tug on his wrist, preventing him from further dressing himself, “please, i want to.” i pout. “you said anything i wanted.”

he sighs and checks his watch, then looks back at me, “you really want to?”

i nod eagerly, dropping to my knees in front of him like last time. he exhales heavily and looks down at me, “fuck i can't say no to you.”

i grab onto his length and smile, “help me be quick?” i ask, willing to do anything he asks so he can finish and we don't run out of time.

i grip him move my hand from the base up, using my tongue to lick at his head.

he cusses at the sight, “fuck, don't you worry, i won't last long.”

“is that a good thing?” i ask innocently, beaming up at him and he drinks in the way i look at him, so pure despite taking his length as far as i can into my mouth without hurting myself.

he kicks his head back and moans, his hand hitting the back of my head and gently moving me how he wants. “good thing right now, yes.”

i hum against his crotch and he responds with a gentle thrust into my mouth, startling me enough for my throat to close around him and pulling away coughing.

“fuck, sorry, you alright?”

i take a few breaths and go back in, looking up at him with tears brimming in my eyes and he groans before warning me, “fuck im close.” he exhales, “you wanna try swallowing it baby?”

i pull away from him and stroke him instead, “what?”

he whimpers, composing himself, “shit, stick your tongue out baby.” he moves my hand off of him and begins stroking himself. i stare at him in awe, never having seen this before. is this what he looked like over the phone? god i can only imagine. every muscle in him strains as he works himself onto my tongue and i taste a warm, almost salty, thick liquid on my tongue as he groans and cusses.

he finishes and takes a step back, admiring me as i sit on the floor with my mouth wide open for him. he chuckles out of breath, “you can close your mouth baby, if you don't want to swallow it i'll grab a tissue.”

i warily close my mouth and slightly wince as it goes down. i open my eyes and he stares at me with one eyebrow cocked up, “did you do it?” he says almost in disbelief.

i open my mouth to prove to him nothing was there anymore and he grins, “shouldn't have doubted you, my perfect girl.”

i grin widely as he helps me back up, quickly redressing himself as close to how he was before. he sighs and looks around, “okay…” before grabbing the first calculus book he can find and handing it to me. “seems like we had to settle on this one.”

i laugh and nod, “okay.”

he puts his hand on the small of my back and unlocks the door, leading us out and towards the stairwell again before putting some distance between us.

“i'll meet you in my room, go ahead and sit in your seat and work on your packet.”

“but where-”

“i'll be there in a minute, go, class ends in less than a minute.”

i pout and he gives me a stern look, guess he is a teacher after all.

“okay.” i mumble and toddle towards his room, taking my seat in the second row beside the window and dragging my books out and onto my desk.

he was right, the bell rings and soon enough students start to pour in, all talking amongst themselves before class starts.

i turn to my desk mate, “did you see where mr. jeon was?”

she scowls then widens her eyes, “oh! i saw him talking to mrs. soom by the vending machine.” i frown and tell her thanks.

moments later he walks in and makes casual remarks to some of the students before meandering over towards my desk, noting my angry disposition as i avoid looking at him.

he continues to grin and make his way around the room. just when i think he's merely going to pass by me he bends down to my bag, “ah y/n,” he speaks, picking up a water bottle from the ground and placing it in my desk, “sorry, i knocked your water over.”

he grins, his hand lingering on the object.

i examine it, i clearly didn't have a water, and it's still cold and unopened, did he pretend to do all of that just to give me water?

i decide his act is enough to explain what he was doing before class, that desperate mrs. soom probably ambushed him when he was busy getting water for me.

i smile and open it, “it's okay, thank you mr. jeon.”

wait no longer, if i had to guess i will wrap this series up with 5-7 parts total ... the end is near !! as always thank u for reading and i hope u have a good day <3 - ara :)

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the ring - jjk

planning a wedding is every girls dream (especially when the one you're marrying is jeon jungkook...) there are many vital things necessary in a wedding, and the ring is most definitely, one of those.

» genre: fluff, angst, established relationship, fiancés 😚

» word count: 1.3k

the ring - jjk

i sat around the coffee table, another lazy saturday afternoon waiting for jungkook to come back home so i can both bombard him with questions about wedding planning and because i simply miss him.

flipping through catalog after catalog, both in magazines and online to at least grasp onto an idea, but truthfully i’m clueless.

i’m both relieved and ecstatic to hear the door open and close. jungkook peers into the living room, and grins once he sees me, “home, baby!” he sets his bag down and saunters over to me.

i roll around the floor, “welcome back handsome,” i giggle and i watch him circle the coffee table before sitting on the couch, looking over the open magazines. he holds my head between both hands and pecks my head, “how's it going?”

i sigh and lean my head back against his leg, “not great, there's just so much stuff.”

he hums, eyes still scanning over all the wedding stuff littered around the small table but none of it is sinking in for him either, “maybe it's time you give in and just hire a planner.”

i whine and pout, “i know you're right, but i still don't want to.”

he laughs and stares down at me, tilting his head to the side when our eyes meet, “why are you so against it?”

i shrug, not containing the smile that spreads across my face in response to the way he looks at me. “what if i don't like them.”

he only jokingly nods, “ah, that’s okay, not everything can be perfect y/n.”

i sigh, “but it's our wedding! it should be damn close.”

he raises his brows and i lean in further to him, “you only need to love two things in order to have the perfect wedding.”

i look up at him questioningly, “and those two things are?”

he gives me a goofy smile, “me, and the ring.”

i grin and shake my head, leaning up to give him a kiss. “check, and check.”

it's always been a running joke, even before i met jungkook, that whoever i married was going to have to pick an impressive ring.

and that made perfect sense, seeing as i run my own successful, jewelry brand and i happen to be a ring fanatic.

i even offered to just make and design one for myself, but he always laughed it off (i was not joking, but i suppose i should thank him for not adding that to my workload).

he pulls me up onto his lap and his hands ghost from my shoulders down to my fingertips, all while pulling me closer until he pulls back a bit. i watch him in confusion as he raises my left hand, staring at it oddly, it’s not there.

i immediately look at jungkook, who looks perplexed, his lips turn into a slight pout, “where's your ring?”

i pause, my mind blank and fumbling, “i-i probably left it in the bedroom. i don’t wanna lose it yanno?”

he drops my hand and chuckles, ruffling my hair as he speaks, “if you don’t wanna lose it then keep it on, silly.” he kisses my forehead before getting up and walking into our bedroom.

this gives me time to frantically look around, because i have no idea where it is, if not on my finger.

i search everywhere around the couch and coffee table, under the cushions, under the magazines, in the kitchen beside the sink, the bathroom, everywhere in between, frantically, but to no avail.

i hesitantly walk over to the bedroom, hoping he’s in our bathroom or on the bed on his phone.

jungkook sits at his desk, staring straight at the computer.

“yes!” i quietly cheer, sneaking over to my dresser that holds my jewelry. i dig through the miscellaneous rings and bracelets of all kinds and sizes, but the search for my engagement ring continues to be in vain. i can feel my body start to heat up with nervousness and guilt, i fight back any tears threatening to spill, i can't possibly tell him i’ve lost it.

i walk over into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me as i lean against it and take a few deep breaths before looking around in there too.

i look around the counter, by the sink, by the toilet, even under the sink and in the tub but nothing. it’s nowhere.

i feel the guilt taking over me, absolutely hopeless. i can't think of any other places it could be. i lean against the counter in the bathroom and focus on my breathing and plan what i'm going to do next.

i know i’ll have to go back out there and tell jungkook. but how the hell am i supposed to bring that up?

“hi baby, you know that extremely expensive and thoughtful ring you bought me? you know, the one meant to represent all of your love for me? yeah i lost it.”

i can't even begin to picture how he’d react. mad? sad? either way i’ll feel like shit. it’s all my fault. i lose things all the time i should have never taken it off to begin with!

a few tears fall helplessly and i know my efforts to stop myself from crying would be as futile as continuing to look. i decide not to prolong this anymore, i unlock the bathroom door and walk towards jungkook.

i gently place my hand on his shoulder. he leans back, then pauses his game and takes his headphones off. spinning around in his chair, i can tell he’s already worried.

“my baby,” he coo’s, grabbing my hands and pulling me onto his lap, “what’s wrong? why are you so upset?”

i open my mouth to talk but nothing comes out, adding onto my frustration, i can’t even speak.

i shake my head and bury my head in his neck, hugging him tightly. he squeezes me back, his big hands moving to rub my back, and we stay like that for what feels like a long time.

i feel my heart slow, my breathing becomes more regular, i pull my head away to look him in the eyes, “jungkook-“ i start, and bite my lip, i don’t want to disappoint him, or even worse, hurt him. “i-i, uh, i lost my ring. i c-can’t find it anywhere, i’m so sorry-“ i choke on my words, getting upset again.

he pulls me back into a hug and massages my head this time, whispering little hushes.

i can hear a light chuckle from him, causing me to look at him again, he’s grinning, “w-what’s funny.”

he smiles and gives me a long, sweet, kiss, before pulling away only to say, “look at the desk.”

i open my eyes and glance at his desk, “what is it-“ my mouth drops open, and my eyes double in size. i look back up to him, then smack his shoulder, “you knew it was there!”

“you didn’t?” he laughs,

“n-no, i looked everywhere jungkook! i really thought it was gone-“

“right here the whole time precious.”

i sigh and pout, relaxing back on his lap.

he smiles and wraps his arms lazily around my waist, “were you that worked up over losing it?”

i pin my bottom lip between my teeth before answering, “i didn’t want to disappoint you.” i wrap my hands around his neck, “i didn’t want to upset you.”

his eyes soften and he leans back, grabbing the ring and my hand, sliding it onto my finger with ease. he stares at it for a moment, “when i gave this to you, i made a promise to love all of you. that includes your flaws and mistakes.” his eyes go to mine, “i know your imperfections y/n. and you know mine. i love you for them, not in spite of them. i wouldn't be upset with you, it's a part of you, and i love you.”

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i wrote this so long ago but it's def one of my favorites, just feels so warm n cozy to me. anyway hope u enjoyed as always and wishing you all a very good day! - ara <3

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Mr. Jeon: Deceit

jungkook continues to surprise you with his indifferent attitude, and yet, increasingly romantic and domestic actions. you continue to wonder what it means, if anything at all.

» genre: angst, fluff, smut

» description: (don't read if you don't want spoilers!) car sex, fingering (f receiving), head (m receiving), overstim, squirting. steamy!! lol

» word count: 3.6k

Part 5 | Masterpost

the more i learn about jungkook the more i feel like i understand him, less. it's like a game of clue, or mysterium, where i'm being given vague, off-topic anecdotes that i don’t yet have the information to fill in. like a constant plot-hole, i just simply don't understand him.

and yet i feel his switch to before he was is inevitable, and he’ll become more guarded and mean again. not that it would change anything i did, but i'm afraid that allowing my curiosity to get the best of me would result in him pushing me away.

“i like this you, much better.” i lay my head against his shoulder as he grades papers. the blinds are pulled, the door is closed and locked and all students are gone, and it's too late to where any teachers would care to hold a conversation with each other.

his hand doesn't stop writing as he hums, “what do you mean?”

i debate my options, and my curiosity gets the best of me. “you're not as guarded with me as you were at first. we can actually talk and enjoy each other’s presence.”

he stills, looking at me with the same unreadable dark orbs he always sports. i often find myself admiring the way he never shows his thoughts, his expressions stay the same. if no one can read them, they can never get the better of him. how doesn't he know i could never hurt him?

“sounds like you’re falling for me, baby.” he smiles the tiniest bit, picking the pen back up and moving into the next test.

“falling for you?” i mumble. “as in, like, a boyfriend?”

His tongue pokes the side of his cheek and he doesn’t look at me when he replies, “something like that, yes.”

i tick my head, “well, of course i am.” my reaction takes him by surprise, and i don’t know why. i mean, after everything we’ve done together, who wouldn’t be falling for him? he narrows his eyes at me before resuming his work. “are you falling for me?”

his chest breaks its pattern of rising and falling and his hand stops moving. he doesn’t reply to me. simply leaving my question hanging in the air like an invisible weight and i worry i’ve done something wrong, like staying past curfew, kissing a stranger, or stolen candy from a small child. something bad.

“all done.” he grunts, patting my thigh as i slide out of his lap and stand beside him. he collects his things and packs up for the weekend.

i stand there silently, still feeling the heavy air, as if i was treading on ice. jungkook had a way of making you feel like that sometimes, whether he knew it or not. he just seemed like the type of guy that had power. he oozed it. or perhaps that’s just how i saw him.

“let’s go.” he says, annoyed. i can’t tell if he’s annoyed from what i said, or just because i was standing around like an idiot and not paying attention.

i jog through the door he was holding open for me and the walk back to his car was silent. jungkook was the first to speak when he asked me where he was taking me. “home? bus stop?”

i shrug, “neither sound great, but home i guess.”

his eyes stay on me, the light keeps red for much longer than normal. “you can stay with me, if you want.” he speaks so quietly i almost don’t register it at all. my face turns to confusion before realizing he was actually inviting me to his house.

“oh-uh-of course!” i struggle to hide my excitement. “i-i mean, if you’d let me, i’d love to.”

he shakes his head, “i wouldn’t offer if i didn’t want you to.”

i nod, “y-yeah, of course, that makes sense.” my response makes him grin, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the side console. “i’ve never been to a guy’s house before.” i quietly tell him, staring out the window, admiring all of the blurry lights, families having dinner, watching tv together, even the couples out, lining the main streets for a friday-night date-night. I specifically admire how unfamiliar all of it is to me, and how badly i want it.

“really?” he asks, “never a boyfriend, crush, fling?”

i shake my head with a pout, “no, never.”

i hear him hum, “well, i’m glad to be the first.” he places his hand on my thigh and begins caressing it slowly.

i practically melt at his touch. he sneaks glances at me as the ride goes on, traffic being a pain as always, and he’s focused, but losing patience. his hand moves further up my leg and into my skirt, drawing slow circles and massaging my leg, but he keeps his eyes on the road.

we hit the next stop light and he moves his hand over my front, a devilish smirk on his face as he begins to play with me. i let one hand grip onto his wrist and the other onto the side of the seat, no doubt digging my nails into both as he plays with my clit, teasing me and watching me squirm.

“you’re so fun to play with baby. always so easy.”

i hum, eyes closed and little whimpers escaping my mouth that he turns the radio down to hear, no doubt. he stops for a moment and i whine, “jungkook~”

his eyes are on the road, “hold on, be patient.”

a pout rests on my lips as i examine where we are, “are we almost there?”

he looks around before crossing the busy intersection, mumbling a “yeah.”

i nod and take in my surroundings, only a for a few seconds before he continues toying with me though my panties. “oh jungkook.”

his eyes scan over to me every so often, getting off at how easy i am to him, and admiring the way i am totally wrapped around his finger. or so, he tells me all the time. he moves his hands up and dips them into my panties, feeling my slit and only now can i feel how wet i am. “god baby,” he groans, “so fucking wet, bet you’d beg me to let you cum right now.”

i nod vigorously, “yes, yes, i would.”

he chuckles dipping a finger in and out of me, shallow, not enough. i squirm and whine, “please jungkook.”

he grins, “please what baby?”

i grip tighter on his wrist and look at him, “please play with me, need you bad.”

he pushes two fingers into my core and i don’t hold back my moans as he continues, curling them deliciously against my walls, hitting much farther in me than i could ever.

my cheeks heat and i feel my high nearing quickly. i whimper his name and he catches on, “go ahead, cum all over my fingers.”

as if i needed to be told, my orgasm hits me quickly and my entire body pulses and tenses. jungkook relents for a moment, puts the car in park with his other hand, his right arm still under my skirt, and he continues.

“i-i came, jungkook.” i tell him breathlessly, overwhelmed and confused.

he stares at me with a smirk, “i know baby.” i’m still confused as he adds a third finger, his palm rubs against my clit and i feel like my body is on fire, the only comprehensible thought i have is him and the overwhelming feeling between my legs. “oh, please jungkook,” i mewl, feeling his dark eyes on me.

“what is it baby?”

i open my mouth but no sound comes out, shaking my head as a last resort of communication. the hand that was once gripping the seat, now above my head and grabbing the head rest. i can hear his quiet groans and low chuckles as he watches the way my body warps and my noises increase.

i feel my second orgasm approaching much more intensely than the last, the feeling new and indescribable. and absolutely crushing. i came, loudly, and all over his hand, the seat, and my skirt.

i don’t notice initially, my vision blurry and ears deaf as my body slowly untenses. it isn’t until a few moments pass and he pulls his hand away slowly, that i feel a slight puddle.

“holy shit.”

“w-what happened.” my cheeks heat, embarrassed and upset at myself. i look down at my mess and back to him, eyes wide and almost, proud, with a slight grin on his face.

“i didn’t know you could do that baby.” he says, wiping his hand on his jacket and sliding it off, leaving him in only a white button-up.

i shake my head, “d-do what? i’m so sorry jungkook.” i feel like crying for making such a mess.

he chuckles, “baby, that was one of the hottest things i have ever seen.” i stare at him, upset, tears brimming and confused. he caresses my head, “you can squirt.”

i glance back down towards my legs, “is that what, this is?”

he nods, “yes, and its extremely hot.” i nod along, “it can happen sometimes when you’re really excited.”

I hum, “okay, so its not a bad thing?”

he shakes his head quickly, “no, no. nothing to be ashamed about.”

i settle, making sense of the scene that had just played out before me, and what to do now. jungkook, as always, is one step ahead of me as he steps out of the car and over to the passenger side. he opens the door, then bends down, “take your skirt off.” i look at him before pulling my skirt down to my ankles where he takes it from me. “panties too.” after stripping bare from the waist down, his last instructions confuse me. “now,” he points behind me, “get in the back.” i look at him lost, and he closes the door on me, then opens the door behind me. i stop questioning him and just do as i’m told, “put your skirt and panties in the seat you soaked. i’ll wash them later.” he tells me as soon as i’m in the back with him.

i set them in the front seat and look back at him, “why are we back here?”

he grins, scooting awfully close to me and gripping the back of my head, “you’re adorable.”

i smile dopily at him, and he rewards me with a kiss, and tongue. he kisses me deeply and fully, pulling me towards him, until i’m sitting on my legs beside him. he takes my hand and moves it onto his crotch, “touch me.” he tells me. i grab at him through his pants and he continues to kiss me, “more, y/n.” i try harder but it leaves him pulling away, “undo my belt, idiot.”

i blink rapidly, everything happening so fast i can hardly keep up. i look down to his pants to undo them, and he complains about how slow i am. once i finally figure it out he pulls his pants and underwear down to his thighs, “think you know what to do now, baby?”

i look at him, wide-eyed and as innocent as ever. “m-my mouth?”

he grins, “i’d be fucking you already if i though you could take it, but i don’t think you can.”

i nod and smile coyly at him, gripping his large cock in my small hand, “yeah, you’re right, still feel it.”

i lean down, giving his length small, kitten licks and he watches me with hooded eyes, his hand still at the back of my head, “yeah? pussy still pulsing for attention?”

i nod, maybe not entirely knowing what he was saying, but he was into it. he chuckles before inhaling sharply as i take his tip into my mouth, “maybe your little pussy could handle it then.” he says and i look up at him, popping off of his length and dragging my hand up and down it just as i’ve seen him do.

“you can. i’m all yours, do whatever you want to me, please.” he laughs at me, pushing my head back down onto him and i get the memo, opening my mouth back up and taking him whole.

he sucks in a breath and grits his teeth, “fuck, i really would baby.” he controls my head, rising and falling at whatever pace he sets for me, instructing me to breathe through my nose so i can stay longer. “i’d love to fuck you senseless, but i really want to cum all over your pretty face.”

i unknowingly moan at his words and he does too in response, chuckling as he kicks his head back, “fuck, you like that idea don’t you.”

i hum and incite a similar reaction, this time his hips rise off the seat, pushing himself further into my throat and causing it to close. i pull off for a moment but keep my hand on him, his hand on mine, controlling my movements as i collect myself. “you really are so easy, so eager for anything.”

i smile and look up at him, he groans at the sight, my lips and chin glossy, “just want to be with you jungkook, don’t care how.”

he opens his mouth to reply and i take his length back into my mouth, and he groans. “fuck, so i could stop you right now and you wouldn’t care?”

i move up to his tip and shake my head no, “still want you to cum all over my face, too.”

he laughs at this, and my heart flips that he actually found me amusing. “see? you’re filthy.”

i circle my tongue around his head and he grits his teeth together, breathing heavily, “you taught me. you made me.” i tell him, before going back down, a lot more determined than before.

“fuck,” he curses, hips jerking again, “i’m close baby.” i hum in acknowledgement and once again it plays in my favor. not much longer jungkook pulls me off of him, readjusting our position and telling me to stick my tongue out and close my pretty eyes.

i do as he says with no second thoughts. i almost wonder if there is anything i wouldn’t do, if he was the one asking.

he grunts and strokes himself to completion, managing to get most of it onto my tongue, but some still painting my rosy cheeks and face.

i hear him settle back in his seat and i open my eyes, swallowing and wiping the rest of it off with my finger, “here” he hands me his discarded overcoat and i take it from his hand. “wrap that around your bare ass before we get out so you’re not flashing my whole neighborhood.”

i look at the shirt then back down at him, “i-i’ll still be mostly bare-”

“okay?” he asks, chuckling and making himself decent before opening the car door. i keep myself glued to his back, the neighborhood is quiet, no one in sight, and its dark, thankfully.

he unlocks his front door and flips on a few lights. “this way.” he leads me around his cozy apartment, opens a closet to a washing machine and tells me to hand him my clothes. i unwrap his shirt from around my waist and hand it to him. he stares for a moment but throws it in with my missing clothes. he then begins to unbutton his top, discarding it and throwing it into the washer as well. he begins to undo his pants before looking at me, “you gonna stay in that?”

i stare back at him, wide-eyed, and frankly, in a trance. if there is one sight i’d like to have permanently etched into my eyelids, it would be jungkook, barely clothed. “d-do you want me to?”

he exhales, “i’ll give you something to wear, let me wash those.”

i nod, i strip fully, handing him my shirt and bra, and he throws his pants in there, leaving him in only his boxers, which leave little to the imagination.

he then walks towards a hallway and into a room, his room, i realize after i step inside. “you can take a bath if you want.” he tells me as he digs through his drawers, pulling out a new pair of underwear and sweatpants for himself and pointing at the en-suite bathroom.

if i’ve noticed anything so far in jungkook’s house, its the tidiness. people always complain that men are slobs, but jungkook is always well-taken care of. always smells so nice, when its not a nice cologne its his shampoo, body wash, or even just him. always well-groomed, never the same shirt two days in a row, and every outfit is well-put together.

i step into the bathroom and turn the lights on, looking around before spotting the shower. “there should be some towels in that closet, right?”

i turn my head to the stack of multi-colored towels in the small closet and nod at him, “yeah, this’ll do.”

he nods and dresses himself, i turn the water on and wait before stepping into it. i don’t care to shut the bathroom door, truly hadn’t thought about it until i was already in the shower, examining the things he had in there.

i use the body wash, shampoo, and conditioner he has in there, all very obviously well-loved, and he doesn’t seem to have much else. i suppose men don’t need much else.

i turn the water off and take a few moments to drip dry, ringing my hair out before pulling the curtains back to see jungkook in the bathroom with me. he turns, his eyes moving from me, to the towels, grabbing one and opening it up.

i gleefully let him wrap me in it. “thank you.” i tell him, smilingly widely at him. he doesn’t share half my excitement, and i use a lot of self-restraint not to attach myself to him like a koala to a tree and never let go. he does give me a boyish grin and pats my head, chuckling as he tells me, “you smell like a dude now.”

he turns back to the sink, doing whatever nighttime skincare routine he has. now thats the routine i need to pay attention to. i hesitantly wrap my arms around his thin waist, “no, i smell like you.”

to my surprise he chuckles, allowing me to stay where i was until he was finished. “Are you dry?”

i shrug, “kind of.”

he exits the bathroom, “finish drying off, i’ll look for something for you to wear.”

a few moments later he returns, a pair of shorts in his hands and a t-shirt. “this is the best i can do. the shorts might not work, but i surely won’t complain if you only wear the shirt.”

i laugh and he hands me the clothes, wondering back into his room. i examine the clothes, basic in nature, but they’re his. i put them on excitedly, it all fitting very loosely, the shorts tightened and tied as tight as i could get them, but i think they’ll work.

when i walk out of the bathroom jungkook is slouched against his bed, shirtless and in a pair of sweats, and i believe this has to be the best day of my life, i feel so much joy. he spots me and grins. “cute.” my cheeks heat and i rush to his side to kiss him on the cheek. “i get to stay the night, right?”

he nods, taking a bite of a cookie, offering me one from the same pack. “i’m not tired yet so i’m gonna watch a movie, you can go to sleep though, if you want.”

i shake my head and take it upon myself to cuddle into him. he doesn’t do anything in response, simply letting me wrap myself cozily around him. “what movie?”

“iron man.” he grins cheekily and takes a bite of another cookie.

“iron man?” he nods, as if it was a known thing. “why iron man?”

he shrugs, “its my favorite movie.”

i nod, resting my head against him before allowing a smile to grow. “I’ve never seen it.”

“really?” he says surprised, “oh you’ll love it, its amazing.”

and he was right, i did love the movie. but not as much as i enjoyed putting him to bed like a child because he fell asleep with the pack of cookies open on the bed, and one in his hand. i finish the cookie in his hand and close the pack before setting it on his bedside table. after that i found the remote, turned the tv off, and threw the covers over both of us.

it didn’t take long for him to hold me back in his sleep. while a part of me was sad he only did it in his sleep, i was mostly just happy to be in his arms, drowsy and content.

he let me into his house. let me use his shower, make me smell like him, let me hug him for as long as i could, gave me his clothes to wear, watched his favorite movie with me, and fell asleep beside me.

he may have ignored me earlier today, but now i have to know. i run my fingers through his hair as he lightly snores away, “are you sure you’re not falling for me too, jungkook?”

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wowa thank u for reading!! i feel like i haven't ever given thanks for the surprising amount of appreciation and attention this series has given me. so here i am, saying thank you all who have made it this far and have shown appreciation in many forms, be it liking, reblogging, commenting, sending in asks or even dming me, thank you a million times! and as always, wishing you all a fantastic day! - ara <3

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baby, please! - jjk

your boyfriend isn't acting like himself, but he can't tell you what he wants.

» genre: fluff! established relationship <3

» word count: 1k

» description: shy bf, very romantic, loving, and suggestive ;) but still sfw!

baby, please! - jjk

i step into the house hastily, running away from the bitter cold outside the walls of our home. i close the door behind me, putting a halt to the winter breeze flowing in that makes my boyfriend shiver on the couch. i glance at him and laugh, "i’m freezing.” he smiles and walks towards me as i strip off my coat and kick off my shoes greeting me with a warm hug as he sways me in his arms.

"better?" he asks quietly, a deep blush apparent on his face.

"so much better." i allow the wide grin to grow on my face and begin to pull away from him, causing him to whine and tug on my arms. "come back." he pouts, tugging me towards him. i give into his pleas, stepping in front of him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "if you let me change my clothes then we can cuddle, and you can hold me all you want."

he nods his head slowly, "fine.” and places his chin on my shoulder, “but only if i can watch." he whispers into my ear, not being able to look me in the eyes as he speaks with a flirtatious tone.

my eyes widen in surprise, not expecting this behavior from him. jungkook has always been the shy type, struggling to express what he wants, sometimes showing it with actions was easier than using words, but today he seems more eager than usual.

i push him away with a chuckle, "you're bold today." he doesn't respond, watching me walk away into our bedroom and following closely behind me.

i pull onto the wooden handles of my dresser and find a pair of comfortable pajamas and begin undressing myself, feeling his presence behind me and his gaze on me the entire time.

once i'm finished i turn back towards the door where i left him standing, cheeks still rosy as he walks towards me.

he places his hands around my hips and guides me to the bed and begins sprinkling my face with kisses. before i can say anything to him he's connecting our lips in a passionate kiss, laying me down gently underneath him. i let him express himself, wondering if i'd find an answer to his odd behavior through his actions but i don't.

he parts from my lips and trails his mouth from my jaw to my neck, kissing and nipping at it causing me to let out a soft moan as my hands instinctively tug at his hair, giving me soft groans from him as he loves his hair being played with.

the feeling of his hand running up my thigh pulls me back into reality. i grab his hand and hold it, "jungkook." i call out to him breathlessly. he hums but doesn't pull away from my collarbones as he continues kissing around them. "what’s up with you baby?"

he finally pulls away after giving me one last kiss on the lips, falling beside me on the bed with a loud exhale, "-m sorry. got carried away."

he speaks with his bottom lip puffed out like a child being reprimanded, to which i chuckle and pull him close so he can rest his head on my chest comfortably. "you don't need to apologize, i just wanted to know if you're okay. you're not bothering me but you're not acting like yourself."

he nods his head and wraps an arm around my waist to toy with the end of my t-shirt, "i-i was just thinking.." he begins without finishing.

i move my hand to toy with his hair to help him feel more at ease, "what were you thinking?" he shakes his head quickly, causing me to chuckle. "not gonna tell me?” he tugs his bottom lip up as if sealing his lips and holds back a grin. “hmph. guess ill just have to tickle it out of you then."

his eyes shoot up to mine and before he can determine if i'm joking or not, i'm poking his sides and tickling his neck repeatedly.

his laughter fills the room, bouncing off the walls and im almost concerned the neighbors will hear him, but i don't stop until he’s agreed to speak. i sit back against the bed as he catches his breath, looking at me wearily and he whines, "do i have to?"

i sigh, "not if it makes you uncomfortable, but you know you can tell me anything bun."

he fiddles with his own fingers for a moment before replying quietly, "i don't wanna scare you away."

i smile fondly, crawling over to him and situating myself in his lap as he wraps his arms around me to hug me back, "tell me whatever it is, and i won't leave this spot until you're ready. sound good?" he looks at me as if i put the stars in the sky and nods his head.

we sit in silence for a few moments, allowing him to compose himself for whatever he felt so passionately about. i almost fall asleep until his voice catches my attention. "i want a baby."

four simple words take moments to settle in my brain, what was he really asking? was this his way of asking for sex? he could've just said so earlier.

"you want a baby?" i repeat confused. "why a baby? i mean, i like babies but we're only in our twenties and we're not even married-"

"n-not now! well, i wouldn't complain i guess. but like, i don't know." he blushes and squirms, "i want to have a family with you, some day. i-i just feel like telling you that." my heart practically melts in my chest, imagining life with him and raising a family all at once sounds like heaven on earth. then he says one last thing, “but i'm also horny, so that may be playing a part.”

i look at him dumbfounded, he looks at me with the same expression, until we both break out in laughter.

"okay, okay, one thing at a time." i say through giggles, "i get that feeling you have, i’ve felt that way for a long time. but we don't have to rush, i mean, we both already know we want to be in each other's lives for the long run.”

he nods excitedly and leans in to kiss me. it starts out as a gentle, loving peck until i grab the back of his neck and pull him in deeper, asking for more. i pull away for a moment unable to contain my smile, "and that second thing? i think we can handle that now."

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thank you for reading <3 had to take a break from the mr. jeon series cause phew, so here's a cute lil drabble instead. hope u have a good day! - ara <3

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