Oh My God The Smut Is Top Tier And The Drabbles Are The BEST Especially The Last One. And I Think Ive

Oh my god the smut is top tier and the drabbles are the BEST especially the last one. And I think I’ve fallen in love with the nickname Bambi everytime he called her that, I felt butterflies in my stomach.

practice | jjk (series masterlist)

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut, fluff, angst

⇢ STATUS: completed

⇢ PART ONE — | 8.1k |

you usually spend friday nights on your own. tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, jungkook, decides to pay you a visit.

⇢ PART TWO — | 8.1k |

everything is wet. you and jungkook tangled up on the shower floor. your eyes afterwards.

⇢ PART THREE — | 12.8k |

sparks fly as you try to forget about jungkook.

⇢ DISTRACTIONS — | 1.1k |

jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.

⇢ MIDNIGHT MISTAKES — | 2.5k |

a midnight romp with jungkook leads to tears on your cheeks and a pregnancy test in your hand.

© chryblossomjjk 2022 [do not copy, translate or repost] | gif in graphic is from @jung-koook

admiring from afar

characters: jeon jungkook x female reader.

summary: you owed a friend a favour, a favour which entailed a blind date. but the catch, it was only blind on your side.

genre/rating: strangers to lovers au (?), blind date au with a lil angst. a lil fluff. and a lot of smut (minors do not interact). 18+

word count: 10.1k

warnings: very awkward first encounter, jk is slightly obsessed, mentions of heartbreak and insecurities, oh so v dramatic, mature language, a lil cheesy romance, and very passionate sex. smut warnings (18+): body worship, slight dom/sub dynamics, soft dom!jk, oral (fem and male recieving), fingering, so much praise, dirty talk, very intimate, lots of kissing, biting/marking, overstimulation, protected sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, power play, manhandling, needy!jk, lots of cum, and aftercare <3

a/n: hi. a quick backstory, i used to write on here. but lost inspiration. and now i am back, with new inspiration. i have been army for fourteen months now (a lil baby), and i want to start writing again. i didn’t mean for it to be this long btw. anyways, i hope you like this but lmk! feedback is always appreciated. i really wanna interact and get to know people on here :) disclaimer: i am not a professional writer by any means, so this is no shakespeare masterpiece. but it’s something lmao.

So maybe it was just a tiny bit awkward, which was not entirely your fault. Blind dates weren’t your forte per se. And clearly, they were not his either.

Exactly three minutes and thirty-two seconds had passed since you sat across from the mysterious man. The number was oddly specific because the nerves had you checking your wrist every two seconds.

What had you so nervous in the first place? It could be the fact you were seventeen minutes late. Or maybe that the dress code for this date had been lost in translation. Or the fact you can't remember the last time you were on a proper date.

No, you were nervous because you were sat across from, possibly, the most beautiful man on the planet. His aura radiated confidence, power and prowess. If you were watching an animal planet documentary, he would be on the top of the food chain. The apex predator.

It was intimidating. You sat on the uncomfortable wooden stool, allowing his dark eyes to consume you. At first glance, they had seemed innocent as if they belonged to a child. It was the first thing you had noticed about the man. However, just as a kid, the initial curiosity had settled. They had been judging you, sizing you up.

They had explored your appearance and features, before glancing at his own watch. Evidently, not pleased with your tardiness. His eyelids relaxed, covering the whites of his piercing gaze. You had weakly smiled at the gesture, offering an apology as you hesitantly took a seat.

Your hands had immediately found a home on your lap, intertwined and sweaty. This had not been the plan for the first interaction. It felt as though you were in the principal's office. Your index finger and thumb pinched your dress as you began to rethink and regret every decision.

You wore a simple mid-length black dress, that hugged your body. It wasn’t fancy by any means, but, before the date, you had googled the location, information that your friend kindly shared. It was a small bar, off the beaten track, hidden in a corner of the buzzing city. A den of sorts. You had thought it was a speakeasy.

Your company for the evening had decided on a much more casual outfit. Denim jeans and a black oversized shirt. You noticed a black leather jacket on the stool next to him, a packet of cigarettes peeking out from the pocket. A tattooed hand caressed a glass of whiskey on the small oak table. Why was he so frightening in this setting?

The bar was quiet. Three other couples and a few stranglers occupied the cosy setting. Your eyes quickly surveyed the area, mapping out a safe escape. Like you were cornered prey.

You don’t know if it was the flames that were ablaze in the fireplace, but the temperature had grown exponentially causing the light makeup to become dewy in the lowly lit room. Lips were dry as you tried to find the words to finally break the silence.

The man silently watched your struggle, enjoying the way you were melting beneath his gaze. He wasn’t a cruel man, but he found it amusing that he had this effect on you. A total stranger.

“Are you okay? You aren’t sick are you?” He teased with a slight smirk appearing across his face, which he graciously hid by raising the glass to his lips.

Your heart snapped, chest tightening. This was utterly embarrassing. “No.” You muttered, ripping the cropped jacket from your body. “Just very hot in here.” His tongue poked at his cheek concealing the smile. His action made the room a thousand times hotter.

“A red wine for the lady.”

Startled, you twisted your body to face the intruder. “I was told that was your go to.” You heard the stupidly handsome man say, as you thanked the bartender who placed the drink in front of you.

“Um, yeah. That was very kind of you. Thank you.” The end of your sentence drifting off into the humid air as you were reminded that you had no idea who he was.

“Jungkook.”

You shyly nodded, as if you were being scalded for not answering a question right. Fuck, this was pathetic. Grabbing the wine glass, you took a gulp. Not very ‘lady-like’, but liquid courage was needed if you were to continue to look this man in the eye.

“Y/N” you answered, wiping the red stain from your lips.

He chuckled at the action. Which for some unknown reason, he thought was cute. But nothing was cute about this scenario.

He had anxiously waited nearly twenty minutes for your arrival. Fingers tapping his empty whiskey glass, silently praying you would show up. He may have had one or two before you arrived, trying to calm his own nerves.

His older friend, Namjoon, had mentioned you multiple times. Telling stories of your shared college years and your friendship. He painted you out to be this outgoing, caring, and smart woman. How if he was ever in trouble, you’d be the person he’d call. Mature, reliable, and loyal. All these attributes were what Jungkook desired in a partner. What he needed.

Admittiedly, Jungkook was lost. His life had been a struggle. He hadn’t found his place in the world yet. But slowly and surely, he could feel himself getting there. Finding himself amongst the masses. And this was his chance.

When Namjoon mentioned you had thought about dating again, Jungkook practically begged him to set up the date. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook had been admiring you from afar.

Everything he had learned about you from Namjoon had solidified his interest in you. From your hobbies to your habits. You weren’t a stranger to him. He wasn’t a creep or a stalker. But when your name was mentioned in conversation, his ears perked. Absorbing every minor detail.

The second your frame appeared through the door, Jungkook’s heart plummeted to his stomach. If he was hooked to a monitor, it would’ve flatlined. Completely, entirely beautiful. Jungkook had seen photos of you with Namjoon, at a party or a gathering. But he swore, as cheesy as it sounded, they did you no justice.

But because Jungkook was still a boy a heart, he thought the best way to approach this date was to act cool and reserved. Thus, he mentally slapped himself, gathering composure as you entered the bar and walked towards him.

So the evident awkward atmosphere was also partially his fault.

“Namjoon has mentioned you before” you chirped, distracting Jungkook from the internal beating he was giving himself.

“Oh yeah? Only good things I hope” Jungkook cringed, wanting to slam his face against the table. Jin and his Dad jokes had subconsciously infiltrated his brain.

You giggled causing his ears to ring. Was he dying? If so, an angel sat before him, radiating the kindest, warmest smile he had ever experienced. He wanted to record that moment and put it on a loop for eternity.

The sudden change in Jungkook’s behaviour helped you regain some composure. The hard exterior was slowly breaking in front of you.

Namjoon had forced you onto this blind date. Claiming this guy would be your type. And also pointing out that you owed him for the countless calls he had to endure after your not-so-gracious breakup. Which you had countered by saying ‘that is what friends are supposed to do’ to which he argued ‘the amount of times he had carry you home after a drunken night was excessive’.

Maybe not your finest moment. But your ex had blindsided you, abruptly announcing he wasn’t in love with you anymore.

Namjoon has told you nothing about who you were meeting. Just that he was a friend. But you didn’t know it was that friend.

“Well, he mentioned that you are a bit, um, wild” you admitted, biting your lip as you avoided his stare. Shit, how long have you been running from eye contact at this stage?

Let’s say, Namjoon had once or twice, talked about his dismay regarding his younger friend's actions. His reckless behaviour was not appealing to his friend. They had shared an apartment for exactly twelve months before Namjoon called quits.

Jungkook’s eyes bulged at the discovery that his friend had shit-talked him to his crush. Sighing, his hand swooped through his hair as he concluded that this date was doomed. His chance disappearing before him.

“But” you continued. “He also mentioned how hard-working and determined you are. That you don’t turn away at the first obstacle. Which is admirable.”

Your eyes and his lock. The once intimidating gaze had disappeared, a softer, hopeful one replacing it. You were slightly confused.

“I am still trying to figure it all out honestly.” He spoke, nearly whispering the sentence as if he was ashamed. “I just want to try everything, give everything my all before I decide whether it’s what I want or not. I wouldn’t say that is admirable.” He clarified, chuckling as to mask his anxiety.

Why, of all people, did he think you were the person to expose his deepest feelings? Probably the alcohol. Easiest thing to blame.

“It tells me a lot about the kind of person you are.”

Silence. Jungkook didn’t know what to make of your comment. Was that a good thing? Did you like that kind of person? Absorbed in his thoughts, he stiffened. The awkwardness returning. You grabbed your glass of wine, taking a final sip.

“I am sorry Jungkook, but this doesn’t seem like it’s going to work.”

Shattered, his skin turned pale. A disaster. He couldn’t even spark your interest for longer than thirty minutes. Hesitant, he nodded, chugging down the remains of his own drink.

“No need to apologise Y/N. It was worth a shot” he smiled, trying to hide the heartbreak. He really did think he had a fighting chance. To win over the girl of his dreams.

“Let me walk you home, it is late. Namjoon would kill me if he found out I left you out there by yourself.”

“Thank you, but I only live five minutes away. I will be fine—“

“Please, I insist.”

You debated, maybe it was a bit late to be walking home alone. “If you are sure.”

Jungkook immediately grabbed his jacket, throwing it around his broad frame before gathering your bag and jacket, handing them to you. “Let’s go.”

Thanking him, you wrapped yourself in the light material, clutching the bag as you began to follow him to the exit.

Why did you end the date? Because you could feel him breaking your heart already. He was genuine. Too precious for you. He would promise you the world, and you would take it. But was that fair? No.

You realised, it was too soon. The cuts too deep to heal.

Some things in life are unfortunate, and they break people and leave them there to mend the pieces. You had let your insecurities win yet another mental battle in that moment. You didn’t deserve love. You couldn’t reciprocate it.

His figure cast a shadow on your fragile state as you left behind the possibility of starting over, leaving the warm bar behind and entering the dimly lit street. The cold breeze immediately attacked your skin, but the close proximity of Jungkook protected you from a full slaughter.

Jungkook stopped by the lamppost outside of the newly discovered hellhole, opting to light a cigarette to use the nicotine to ease his pain. A deep inhale allowed the mixture of chemicals to entire his system. He held for a few seconds, feeling the breath on his back copy his actions.

Exhaling, he turned to face you. “Where do you live?”

You blinked, completely forgetting that this man was practically a stranger. Comfort was found in his presence. “Yeah, sorry. Just follow me.”

And so he did. Step in step. He followed you along the quiet, darkened path.

As you began to walk under the rotten blossom trees, sudden ‘pitter patters’ reverberated off the dying leaves.

Just give me a break.

Removing the jacket from your body, you used it as a shield from the wet droplets. Jungkook did the same, using his leather jacket as an umbrella.

Once situated, you began to thread through the night. The path had brightened at the end of the blossom tunnel, and Jungkook’s eyes scanned your upper body. The small cropped jacket offered no protection. Your skin was littered with goosebumps due to the weather conditions.

Without thinking, Jungkook ran to your side, grazing you. He extended his arm, expanding the leather above your head. “Put your jacket back on, you’ll freeze.” He ordered.

Your cheeks dampened even though you were sheltered. Whispering gratitude, you tossed the jacket over your body, hugging yourself for comfort. Your head hung low, watching your feet drag against the floor.

“You don’t need to be kind to me. You shouldn’t.” You said whilst attempting to hide the cracks in your voice. But Jungkook’s eagle ears heard and that was the last straw.

Scanning the surroundings, he saw a porch sheltered by a cabana in the public playground. With a hand on the middle of your back, he guided you to it. You didn’t fight, just accepted it.

The downpour began to gain momentum as you picked up the pace. Once under the stable structure, you finally caved. Your tears flowed rapidly, matching the stream of rain. Cold and vulnerable.

The urge Jungkook felt to protect you, to engulf you, was animalistic. He couldn’t stop himself. He dropped his drenched jacket, wrapping his arms around you. And just like that, you were pulled into his chest, the warmth soothing some of the ache.

His posture softened to cradle you. Moulding himself to your delicate stature. It felt as though not a single inch of your skin was exposed.

He held you like that until your mind stopped racing and breathing slowed. With one last obnoxious sniffle, you unwillingly pried yourself from his body, pressing your hands against his forearms.

With the little courage you had, you looked up at him to offer yet another apology. But you were taken aback, thinking you’d meet the eyes of sympathetic man, yet all you saw was anger. Furrowed brows, a tight jaw with pursed lips.

“I am sorry—“

“Do not apologise. Are you okay? What happened?” Were the first words to leave his system.

Looking at the ground, you felt ashamed. You were supposed to have it all pieced together.

“Who did this to you?” He urged, pleading for you to open up.

“I did this to myself.” You snapped, not at him. At yourself. You pushed the wet strands of hair behind your ears, trying to make yourself a little more presentable.

In your peripheral, you saw a marble bench. Deciding your legs were too weak, exhausted from the exertion you just put your body through, you sat on the hard surface. Jungkook followed, squatting in front of you.

“If it’s any consolation, you look pretty, even when you cry”

“I don’t live far from here”

“Great, so we don’t have much further to walk in the rain” he whited.

Defeated and deflated, you sighed, looking at him with annoyance. He understood the suggestion behind your comment, however, he was not giving up on you just yet.

His knees were to his chest, arms folded neatly. The anger you once observed had dwindled into worry and sympathy. He knew that you were recently single, but didn’t know you were still recovering.

“Y/N” his voice softly echoed. “Talk to me, please. I know you don’t know me that well, but you should know I have cared about you for a while.”

He could immediately sense the change in your posture. “Not like that!” He rushed, not wanting you to feel threatened for a second in his presence. “Namjoon often talks about you. And he speaks so highly, admirably of you. Unfortunately, I can’t say he does the same about me.” He chuckles, in an attempt to ease the tension. Your features soften as you puff out a breath of air from your chest with a small smile.

“Anyways, I have been in awe of you. You sound like the purest person. The person that would be there through thick and thin. I don’t know why, but I gravitate towards you. I just want you all to myself. Tonight I wanted to prove to you that I am deserving of you. That’s why I asked Namjoon to set up this date. I wanted to prove to myself, that I deserve someone like you.” He sported a frown as he continued.

“But I have realised that I still have a lot of growing to do. That I am still immature. The way I acted on that date was stupid, and I am sorry. I was hoping the whole cold-hearted persona act would intrigue you. Foolish, but true.”

Perplexed, you just listened to him ramble. Trying to understand what was unfolding in front of you. He realised he was going off the beaten track, so he gathered himself by taking a slow breath.

“What I want to say, I do care. And I don’t want you in pain. I want you happy and healthy. Want to continue to blossom and bloom, even if I have to observe from afar. But, I- no sorry, you need to get over this obstacle to do so. And I am willing to help.”

Stunned. That is how you would describe yourself at this very moment. This not-so-stranger, had put the ball in your court. Gave you back the responsibility for your life. He didn’t take anything nor ask you for anything.

Although, minutes ago, you felt at your lowest, you were given the opportunity to overcome your hurt, your pain. And you were going to grasp it with two hands.

“Jungkook, I just feel so deflated. But you are right, this is my obstacle to climb. I have to stop feeling sorry for myself about the ‘what-ifs’. I can’t change the past, only heal and move on. And I am so sick of healing.’ You stated the facts. They were loud and clear. No more hiding. And you thought about your behaviour from the past twenty minutes and just laughed.

And you actually laughed. It was buried deep in you, but it lifted such a heavy weight off of you. If this man didn’t think you were crazy, he definitely did now.

To your surprise he joined in, crackling along with your insanity in that moment.

“A genuine laugh too? You are spoiling me now Y/N.”

You pushed his shoulder, rolling your eyes at his playfulness. You let the laughter die down before you decided to be bold. To finally choose you, not hide behind a world of pain any longer.

You placed a hand on top of his, engulfing it like he did with your body earlier. “I want your help.”

Jungkook froze for the umpteenth time that night. “Although I barely know you, I do know you’d be good for me. I just feel it and I can’t explain it. It might take me a while to accept it, but I deserve someone like you Jungkook.”

His mind must be deceiving him. He subtly pinched the skin on his arms, hoping you wouldn’t notice in case this was real. “And you deserve me and then some.”

Jungkook caved. His entire world collapsed around him. The evening took a one-eighty turn. He didn’t know how to respond, to hear the validation he craved. He was good enough.

Jungkook sprung to his feet, posture as straight as a pin as he ran his hand along his face, a smile erupting. Heavy breaths of air leaving his lungs as he processed your words. Mimicking his sudden movements, you rose to stand directly in front of him. Millimetres between your exhausted bodies.

Silence returned, but of a different kind. More like tension. Neither one of you knew what to do next. Both of you in shock from the unravelling that had just taken place in the children’s playground.

His eyes scanned your face, looking for something. A sign or signal. Something to help him determine his next move. Your eyes were like glass, their fragility reflecting in the moonlight. Cheeks wet, hair clumped and lip swollen. Although the scene was tragic, it was too much for the weakened man.

It was beautiful. You were beautiful.

Taking the initiative, he gently cupped your elbows causing your bodies to collide. A warmth engulfing the new couple.

Your forearms raised ninety degrees, hands finding comfort on his waist. Your fingers gripped the dampened material, gazing into his eyes. Pleading for something. Anything.

The world stopped, faith or gravity or Namjoon, whatever overseeing power was at play, had brought you together in this moment. It felt as if this was written in the stars, like this was supposed always to happen.

You and Jungkook.

Time was slow, everything in slow motion as Jungkook inched closer to your face. His neck concaving to allow his lips to hover over yours. His hot breath on your skin added to the warmth, sparking a fire in the middle of the abandoned park.

His eyelids became heavy, partially shielding his magnetic eyes. His pink tongue poked from his tight lips, swiping it across his dry lips. The small piece of metal embedded near the corner of his lips caught your attention as the coldness grazed you, as if testing the waters.

Seconds passed while Jungkook waited for any signs of hesitation or a change in body language. Giving you the opportunity to leave. But nothing.

Your eyes were wide open when your lips finally collided, crashing together to add more fuel to the burning flames. It was surreal, the way it was gentle but rough all at once. His lips rested against yours with force. Squished together, praying that this was real.

Your eyes collapsed, fingers tightening against his shirt, pulling his hips closer. He reciprocated your need, his hands trailing to the middle of your back, spread wide as they guided you towards him.

Both of your minds were turned to mush, completely enthralled in the moment. In the kiss. Every naturally born instinct had malfunctioned, both of you losing your breath.

Reluctantly, you pulled back, still retaining the strong grip on his clothing. You focused on your breath, allowing your heartbeat to return to a normal pace. Your eyes remained closed, knowing that if you even looked at Jungkook you would hyperventilate.

Jungkook was hyperaware. His senses turned up to the maximum as if he were Spider-Man in the middle of a war. He could feel your heartbeat through his hands, gradually slowing down. His ears honing in on your irregular breaths, drowning out the sound of the continuous droplets of rain against the roof. Eyes consuming you, all of you. His tongue licked his own skin as he did, tasting the strawberry lip balm you applied to his. But it was the smell of your perfume that was turning him into a madman. It was too real.

Once you felt stable, you opened your eyes staring at his black shirt which was stretched tightly across his torso due to your grip. Realising you were probably ruining the elasticity of it, you let go. Jungkook followed suit, releasing his hold on you, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of denim jeans. He shifted his centre of gravity onto the ball of his feet.

“Sorry” he mumbled, tongue playing with the warmed metal in his lip.

“Please don’t be” you weakly begged. You didn’t want him to regret that moment. “That was nice.”

His eyebrow piercing perked. “Only nice?”

Your lips curled, cheeks heated. “Maybe a bit more than that.” You giggled, like a five year old girl who was admitting her crush.

Jungkook dipped down stealing a single kiss. A simple peck. “Definitely more than that.”

Your eyes shot up, finding the courage to meet the man’s enchanting gaze. Bringing a hand to his sharp jaw, your thumb caressed his cheek. “Yeah maybe.”

The whole situation was so gentle. Sweet and innocent. As if it was written in a novel about young love. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Jungkook, with the biggest smile on his face, grabbed your hand pulling you towards the waterfall that was falling at the edge of the cabana. He swiftly bent, grabbing his jacket off the floor, swooping it over your head. “Better keep up.” He playfully smirked.

And then, he starts jogging. You gasped, laughing as you tried to catch up, trying to limit the exposure to the rain. Grabbing his shirt, you slowed him down, allowing you to wrap an arm around his back. He looked down, adjusting the makeshift cover to ensure you were sheltered.

You both continued to run through the rain, guiding him by pointing your finger. No words were shared, just laughter.

You made it to your house in no time thanks to all the adrenaline that ran through your veins. Grabbing your keys from your purse, which you somehow didn’t lose through the entire rollercoaster, you opened the door, crossing the threshold. You shook your body like a dog, removing extra water droplets that had built up on your frame.

Jungkook remained outside, still holding his jacket above his head. Admiring how cute you looked. “You can come in.” You insisted, shifting your body to the side, giving him room to enter.

His cheeks hollowed, jaw tightened and Adam’s apple bobbed. Nervous. Slowly, he brought one foot across the threshold. His boba eyes evident as he soaked in your home. Once again, his inner child appeared. Carefully, the other foot crossed over, his body awkwardly turning to keep the sodden jacket outside.

“It’s gonna make a mess” he concluded as his efforts to try and remove some of the wetness rendered useless.

Your eyebrows furrowed trying to find a solution to the problem. “One second.”

Kicking off your shoes, you ran into the living room, grabbing an unused clothes hanger. Carrying it towards the entrance where Jungkook stood. His posture hilariously reminded you of those standing still memes. Pursing your lips, you tried to hide the laugh from escaping.

You extended the legs of the hanger, placing it above the mat at the front door. “You can leave it on there. Maybe it will dry a bit.”

He nodded, tossing the jacket onto the hanger, cringing when he saw the water droplets soak the mat underneath. “You can take off your shoes”

Jungkook gulped, his throat restricting. “Yeah, I will, uh, call a taxi. Should be here soon.”

“You don’t have to go so soon.” You tested, leaning against the wall. “Our first date went, well, not-so-great. But I want to make amends.”

“So soon?” He choked as he wasn’t expecting an invitation.

“Don’t want the night to end I guess.”

You turned away, walking towards the kitchen. Praying that he would follow. But you wanted to give him the opportunity to make his choice and not pressure him with your looming presence.

Grabbing two wins glasses from your cabinet, you hoped when you faced back towards the kitchen island, a figure would greet you. And your wish was granted.

“I don’t have any whiskey. I hope wine is okay?” You asked, as you grabbed an unopened bottle from the countertop.

“Thank you. Wine is perfect.”

Placing the bottle down, you grabbed a corkscrew from the cutlery drawer. Jungkook walked to the corner of the island placing a hand on the bottle. His free palm was extended flat towards you. “Let me.”

Handing him the bottle opener, he got to work removing the cork from the bottle. The veins in his arms flared as he twisted the screw, bottom lip tucked into his teeth. So domestic. So hot.

Fumes oozed from the longneck bottle as it popped, dragging you out of your thoughts. Eyes snapped towards the glasses to avoid getting caught. He tipped the bottle, allowing the red fluid to pour into the empty glass, creating thick waves in the confined space.

“Thank you Jungkook.”

“No thank you Y/N. Spoiling me. This looks like good wine.” He commented, not because he was a wine connoisseur, but because the label looked fancy.

“I only use it on special occasions.” You admitted, bringing the filled glass up to your lips.

Jungkook did the same, soaking up the view in front of him. Your pupils were tucked seductively behind your lids as you made eye contact with him. He couldn’t tell if it was on purpose.

You looked so pretty, so raw. Lips were swollen, skin puffy, clothes wet, and hair rustled. Jungkook was in awe. His mind wandering.

“Special huh. What makes this so special?”

“It’s like a new chapter I suppose. Drinking to a new beginning.” You shrugged, taking another sip.

Jungkook liked the sound of that. “To a new chapter.” He toasted, tipping his glass towards you.

Catching onto the memo, you clinked glasses. “To a new chapter.” You confirmed before joining Jungkook with a celebratory sip.

Resting the drink on the countertop, you finally took in your appearance from the reflection that was in the glass. “I look like a wet dog.”

“I have a dog. Bam.” Jungkook announced. “Doesn’t look like you when he gets wet. Would be nice if he did.”

You chuckled at his weird attempt at a compliment. “Thanks I guess.”

“No- no. I uh- I wasn’t comparing you to my dog. Nothing like that. Just trying to say you don’t look like a wet dog. You are much more breathtaking.”

Fuck. Why him? He was too good to be true. Too sweet. Like sugar. He would probably end up poisoning you, but right now, was too addicting.

You couldn’t stop what your body did next. Leaning forward to kiss him. It was a peck. But it had Jungkook turning into putty. Before you could go too far, his lips chased yours, crashing into them again. Not letting you slip away.

His arms caged you against the countertop, hands gripping the edge. Your hands fled to find safety on his chest. His lips started to move against yours. Working to find a slow, steady rhythm.

He couldn’t stop, you were too delicious. Your hands travelled further north, resting around his neck, fingers threading through his wet locks. Pulling him impossibly close. Nose pumping as you moved frantically wanting to devour him.

One of his hands moved to your hips, pulling you towards his own. Your back was curved into a c-shape as you moulded to his body. Things were getting messy, hands and bodies continuously colliding. The hand on your hip, slid under your thigh, pulling you up to sit you on the counter.

As you slid on the flat surface, you bumped one of the glasses. You gasped, closing your eyes waiting for the clashing sound. However, it never came, Jungkook’s fast reflexes preventing the fall. “Whoa, easy there.” He teased, settling the glass.

The near accident had broken the momentum. “Sorry, was eager.”

Jungkook shamelessly scanned your body, taking note of every detail. “Yeah? What has you so eager pretty girl?”

The question had you wanting to shrink. Shrivel into nothing. His demeanour overpowering you. You tucked your head into his chest, saving yourself the embarrassment. He caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head. You noticed how wet his shirt was as you leaned against it.

“You are soaked.”

“That’s supposed to be my line baby.” Jungkook smirked as you slapped his shoulder, pushing yourself off his chest.

“Such a playboy.” You groaned hoping down off the countertop. “You will get a cold. I will get you a change of clothes. Come on.”

And there is that caring woman Namjoon has mentioned. Jungkook followed you, into what he believed to be your room. You bent down to grab some oversized sweats causing Jungkook’s eyes to bulge from their sockets. Fuck.

“Here.” You said, extending your arm backwards to hand him the clean clothes. You continued to grab a pair for yourself, before straightening your posture.

“I’ll get changed in the bathroom.” You announced. “Actually, do you want to take a quick shower? To warm up?”

His jaw dropped. Your cheeks heated when you realised the innuendo that left your lips.

“I, fuck, not-“ “Will I be alone?”

He took a step forward, eyes burrowing into you. “Because I would be willing to take a shower if it’s with you.” He admitted, loving the effect he had on you.

Your words were stuck in your throat. Yes, you wanted to shower with him. But fuck, shower sex wasn’t the way you wanted to get the first taste of him.

Sensing your hesitation, Jungkook lowered his head, his lips fanning your ear. “Or I can think of another way to warm up.”

The whisper caused you to shiver, arms reaching out to grab the hem of his shirt. “Please.”

The beg was instinctive. It ticked off his biology, his primal need. Like a scavenger, he was ready to attack. His hands cupped your face, forehead resting against yours. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you need me.”

Your eyes connected, radiating the need and want that resided within you. “All yours Jungkook. Please.”

You barely finished the sentence before his lips were on yours again. Lips dancing with one another, teeth clashing as he desperately tried to get closer. You were the first to slip in a tongue, wanting to taste the poisonous sugar. He groaned, hands slipping down to your hips.

Tongues battled as he began to walk backwards, pulling you along for the journey. His legs hit the bed, knees collapsing to sit him down on the mattress. Your body chased him, crawling onto his lap, lips never disconnecting. You cringed once you realised the wet clothes were ruining the sheets. Jungkook felt your nose crinkle against his. “What’s wrong. Tell me.”

“We are wet and my mattress.” You whimpered.

“Fuck you are so cute.” He pecked your lips. “We can solve that issue real fast baby.”

His fingertips grazed your calf, just below your dress. “Can I take this off?”

You shyly nodded, scooting closer to him, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. His fingers tucked under your dress, pulling it up over your knees. It snapped, jumping to your upper thigh. His lips connected with your clavicle, licking and sucking at the skin. The dress was pulled further north, his hands resting at your hips.

“I’m so lucky. Fuck. Baby, lift your arms for me.” He murmured against your skin.

Immediately you followed his order. In hindsight, it was a bit pathetic. You responded as if the words had come from a police officer. You could see an eyebrow quirk below you, his teeth grazing the abused skin before leaning back.

His hands pulled the bunched dress up your body, uttering praise as he did. “Such a good girl. A goddess. Look at how beautiful you are.”

You were left in your underwear, dress thrown onto the ground. He was still fully dressed making your stomach twist and turn. The power he had over you in that moment, you felt weak. Your fingers played with his wet shirt, avoiding eye contact once again.

“Why don’t you get me undressed baby. We don’t want the water to seep into the mattress.”

Letting your hands fall, you started with his belt. Letting the metal clank as you undid it. You bit your lip when you saw how his hardness was sitting straight and pretty against the wet denim. The tips of your skin grazed it. Shit.

He watched as your stomach tightened, hips jerked. “Got me so hard. You like it baby?” Eyes focusing on your covered centre. “Are your panties wet because of the rain?”

You whimpered causing his hips to thrust upwards. Fuck, you sounded so good. Too good. He couldn’t handle the strip tease any longer. He ripped the shirt from his body.

With his skin finally disclosed, his waist looked tiny compared to his shoulders. The temptation, the teasing, it was all too much. Jumping off his lap, you unbuttoned his jeans, frantically pulling them off his hips. He aided by lifting his hips.

Both of you stilled in your naked frames. Staring into each other’s eyes with hunger and greed. Jungkook scooted up the bed, moving away from the wet patch. His abs were contracted as he sat, pecks flexed as he patted his bare lap. “Come back to me baby. Let me take care of you. You deserve it.”

And you were not going to deny him. You crawled into the bed, as seductively as you could, and found your home on his lap. Lips tangling once again. His hands immediately gravitated to your hips, pulling them to his clothed cock.

The first touch had you both in a trance. You both let out moans of pleasure. It was so warm, so hard, so inviting. “You never answered my question. Are you panties wet because of the rain?” He repeated, guiding your hips against his.

“Yes.”

“Really? Are you lying to me pretty?”

“No.”

He smirked, moving one of his hands to your front. His fingers grazed your clit, a whine escaping your lips at the slight contact. A finger slipped the material to the side, dipping into the true source of the wetness. “Now why would you lie? That is not what a good girl would do.”

Your hips grind against the single finger, needing more friction. “Sorry. I was embarrassed. Please.”

“You promise you’ll be good. Good for me. Don’t I deserve that baby?”

“Only for you.” You stated.

Pleased with your answer, he flipped you onto your back. Lips exploring your neck as his hips continued to grind against you. Your knees were bent, toes curled. He hovered over you, one forearm rested against your head, a hand cupping your head. The other placed on your thigh, holding you close to him.

His lips travelled south, sucking and licking, his way down to his desired destination. Small purple marks littering your bare skin. He placed a delicate kiss on the top of your covered mound. Fingers curling around the band. He sat on his heels, lips swollen as he drowned in the picture below him.

“Look so beautiful.” He groaned, grabbing your left calf, lifting it up into the air to kiss the inner side. “No need to feel embarrassed around me, ever.” He placed your leg on his shoulder. “Fuck, you are so good to me. Got me so hard baby. So close to cumming, haven’t even gotten a taste.”

“Please Jungkook.”

“Yeah baby, I know.” He started to pull the material from your body. “Let me?”

You nodded, lifting your hips allowing him to remove them with ease. He admired the view, sitting patiently on his feet. Folds glistening and messy. He wanted to make them so much more messier. His thumb rubbed up and down the exposed heat, playing with his food. “I won’t be able to stop. Tell me what you like baby. Please.”

Your hips buckled against his skin. “Just want you. Want your tongue. Now, please.”

“So good. Keep using your words beautiful. Sound so perfect.”

Before you could respond, his head dipped between your legs. The hands on the underside of your knees kept you nice and wide for him. His tongue wasted no time, licking a wipe stripe along your slit before placing his lips on your aching clit.

He growled against it, vibrations sent through your body sending your hands flying to his hair. Gripping the curly locks as you prepared yourself. You could feel him smiling before his lips engulfed the bundle of nerves. A light suck had your back arching off the bed. His hands had to anchor you down by pushing on your hips.

You laid there, allowing Jungkook to devour you. Licking and sucking every inch of the silky folds. His tongue tested and tried every technique, flat, pointed, circling, flicking. Until he found the one that made you cry out. Using precise movements, he continued to eat. And he ate and ate until your body screamed out.

“Jungkook, I am going to cum. So close.”

Pausing for a moment, he propped himself higher on his elbows. “Tell me baby, what do you need. Want my fingers too?”

You couldn’t respond, just whimpered. Hips raising to get closer to him again. “Greedy.” He muttered.

His lips connected back to your cunt, continuing to cover his face with your juices. His fingers joined the party, prodding at your weeping entrance. Slipping one finger, he gauged your response. You were in pure bliss.

Using a single finger, he moved it slowly, exploring your walls. The warm tongue that played with your clit had you begging for more. All you wanted was him. To be full of him. Only him.

He obeyed your pleas, adding another finger. His precise movements picked up the pace. The ‘come here' gesture made you lose your mind as it grazed against a very sensitive spot. Your breath hitched, fingers tightened against his long locks.

Jungkook didn’t dare stop. Even when you tried to run from the slaughter, he kept you pinned. “Fuck, Jungkook. Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted, the knot in your stomach snapping.

It exploded, the pleasure flooding your veins. Your head was light as you began to float. He continued, guiding you through your orgasm. He let you ride it out, slowing down when he felt your thighs twitch.

As you calmed, your eyes focused on the man you had to thank for the pleasure. And the view was sinister. His face was glistening with your wetness, covering his reddened plump lips, puffy cheeks, and chin. His eyes had darkened with lust. He kissed your inner thigh, slightly biting the skin.

He glanced back to where he removed himself minutes ago. “One last taste baby.”

His tongue ran from your clit to your hole, having one last lick. You whined at the overstimulation. “I know. But looked too good. Taste so much sweeter when you cum.”

“Fuck Jungkook, please. You talk so much. I can’t.” You huffed.

“Do you not like me talking to you? Don’t like hearing what I want to do to you? How I want to fold you in half and give you what want. Let my cock finally get a taste.”

You let out a pathetic cry. You wanted to hear it all. But you swear you could just cum from his voice if he continued. “Please. Want it. Want it right now.”

He climbed up the bed, straddling your thigh to allow his own thigh to press against your abused cunt. You could feel his hard member pressed against you, a wet patch present where his sensitive member sat. His upper body hovered above you, kissing the tops of your tits. “Did I neglect these gorgeous? M’sorry.” He slurred.

He pulled the flesh from the cups, kissing the newly exposed skin. The juices that remained on his skin smeared across your chest as his tongue swirled your nipple. You pushed down on his thigh, needing him. “Need your cock.”

“You are not too sensitive? We can kiss some more.”

“No.” You pleaded. “I love it. I want it.”

He moved to the other nipple. Circling and sucking on the darkened skin. “Fuck, tell me to stop if it’s too much. Condoms?”

He removed himself with a pop, following to where your fingers were pointing. He grabbed a condom from the top drawer of your nightstand. Quickly, he stripped the Calvin’s from his body, freeing his red, angry member.

You whimpered at the sight. Everything about him was too good. Too perfect. His large thighs, small waist, broad shoulders. His rustled hair, his tattoos. His structured facial features. And now, his curved, thick cock. Decorated with a large vein that protruded through the gentle skin from the base to the wet tip.

It throbbed as he ripped the condom open with his teeth. He pinched the top, rolling it down his length. It was all too attractive. You rose from the bed to where he kneeled. You grasped his shoulders, crashing your lips. His arms wrapped around your back, gelling your body together as you got lost in the kiss.

Using all your strength, you twisted his body, trying to lower him onto the bed back first. He complied, grunting as his body collapsed onto the firm mattress. You climbed onto his lap, hands on his chest.

His fingers dug into your hips, anticipating your next move. “Help me.” You pleaded raising your hips.

His hips thrusted upwards, missing the contact already. “Want you to put it in.” You begged.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, believing that was the hottest thing he ever heard. Although you were in total control in this position, you were giving him some power.

Spitting in his hand, he brought it down to his aching cock, spreading it along his length. He pressed the tip against your sodden folds, running it up and down. He rubbed it against your clit making you hiss. “Please, need it now. Been good.”

“So good for me. Just wanted to tease you baby. So cute.”

He moved his sensitive head back to your entrance, he could feel the vacuum, wanting to suck him in. You slowly sank down, inch by inch. Fingernails sank into his chest, leaving behind those beautiful crescents. He swore he would get them tattooed. Immortalise your touch.

It took everything for Jungkook to not pull you down and force you to take his full length. His tongue poked at his lip piercing, trying to focus on anything else. Your warmth consumed him entirely. He swore he could cum right there and then.

Meanwhile, you were shutting down. The stretch, the pleasure flooding your thoughts. The sensitivity of your cunt making you cry out as you continued to take length. Once you felt your thighs meet his torso, you let out a breath, giving you time to adjust. He sensed your struggle. He traced shapes along your side, cooing you. “Doing so good baby. Feel so tight. So wet.”

The praise that slipped from his lips, brought you back to reality. A sense of accomplishment pounding in your chest. You had this man below you mewling as you shuffled to find a comfortable position. “So big Kookie.”

“Fuck” he growled, thrusting upwards. “Yes baby, I am your Kookie.”

Unable to stay still any longer, you began to slowly lift your hips up, before slamming back down. Your hands on his chest acted as a stabiliser. Gave you the support you needed to find a steady, hard rhythm.

Your head was thrown back, feeling him filling you up repeatedly had you going cross-eyed. Moans and groans filled the room. Heavy pants as you continued to relish in the pleasure. The air thickened as a thin layer of precipitation glossed your skin.

Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way you looked so demanding and yet so elegant. Your lips parted with endless curses escaping, mixed with your cries. He watched as your cunt engulfed his cock, a white ring forming at the base. He loved you like this.

A certain stroke, had you collapsing. His tip digging somewhere deep within you, ecstasy shooting through your nervous system, paralysing you. His hands wrapped around your back, holding you close. “You okay? Too much?”

He was anxious, you had just suddenly stopped, screaming in pleasure, or so he hoped. “Your cock, too much.”

“Wanna stop? Take a break?”

“No, please. Kookie. Don’t stop.”

He kissed your temple, his torso rising off the bed. You were glued to him, not moving an inch. He folded his legs beneath you, with you sitting on top, legs hugging his waist. “This okay baby? This position?”

You bit your lip. “I don’t know if I have the energy.” You admitted, a bit embarrassed.

He kissed along your clavicle, his hands worked to unclasp your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders. He kissed each shoulder, before kissing you once again. Slow and steady. “Don’t worry baby, I got you.”

Grabbing your ass, he squeezed as he began grinding you against him, his cock nestled deep within your warm walls. He rocked you slowly, lips attacking every inch of his skin. This position was very intimate. It felt like you were under a spotlight, skin burning, goosebumps decorating your skin.

But it felt so good, your clit being stimulated by the collision when he pulled you forward. Your head was thrown back, embracing the feeling of his lips and his cock. Fingers digging into his scalp as he started to pick up the pace.

It was sloppy, like dry humping, both desperate to feel close. Jungkook was cracking, he knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. Your walls fluttered against him, contacting, tightening. “Y/N so close, shit.”

“Please cum.” You cried, beginning to rut against the man.

A primal grunt ripped through him. “You give me one more baby.”

Pulling his head away from your tits, you looked him in the eyes. Pupils dilated as if he had indulged on a class A drug. “Harder.” You begged.

Although this position was wonderful, and, oh, it was incredible, you knew it would take you a while to reach your high. Jungkook understood, immediately pushing you backwards. His cock slipped causing you to whimper at the loss.

He chuckled as he aligned himself before sinking back in, stilling once his pelvis touched yours. “So needy, so desperate. I was trying to be nice for you. But you just want it hard. You want me to be hard baby? Want me to take control?”

“Please fuck me.” You growled, so turned on.

“You ask for it, you get it baby.”

His hips snapped back before plummeting back in. So deep, so strong. Your body ricocheted, slightly moving up the bed. But he was caving you in, his elbows placed above your shoulders as he continued to pound into you. No where for you to run. Your fingernails carved into his back, trying to ground yourself.

“Kook” you panted, the knot immediately tightening in the pit of your stomach.

“Play with that pretty clit for me.”

Obeying the command, you swiftly move your hand to your swollen clit. The pleasure was intense, every inch catching flames. You couldn’t stop the sounds that fled. To muffle them, you attacked his neck and ear. Kissing and sucking the soft, dampened skin.

This action only encouraged him. He was panting, moaning in your ear as he continued the inhuman pace. It didn’t take long for him to feel your walls grip him, clamping him down. Making it nearly impossible to move. Your chest rose, tits pressing against him. The hand on his back, seeked refuge in his locks. Toes curled and legs shaking.

A wail erupted from you, as the knot finally snapped. You were overcome with the pleasure, black spots in your vision, ears ringing. You could barely hear Jungkook praising you through your high.

“Cum. Please.” You pleaded, voice horse and husky. Fuck everything about you was so hot.

Jungkook, who was solely focused on your pleasure, realised he compressed his own. Suddenly he felt his heavy balls, his stomach begging for release. He needed a bit more stimulation. But he didn’t want to risk hurting you. “Fuck feel so good, can I pull out. Wanna paint you baby.”

“Yes, please. Wanna see you cum.”

As he pulled out, the movement nearly made him blow. Raising up on his knees, he whimpered as he tore the condom from his body, admiring how it was covered in your essence. What a waste.

His hand gently swiped through your folds, gathering your juice to use as lube. Perking up on your forearms, you watched as he wrapped it around his cock. One pump, two pump, his thighs began to quake, stomach tightened, his abs carved along his abdomen. He was groaning and grunting, telling you how good you felt. His eyes closed as he focused on the pleasure. Sitting up, you reached forward, fingers grazing the vein that had caught your attention along his cock.

“Fuck. Shit.” His eyes snapped open at the new set of hands that joined his. He saw you lean forward, lips apart, tongue flat. As soon as your tongue met the precum that was pouring out of his tip, he lost it.

He moaned your name, a hand holding your hair as you took him into his mouth. Two bobs of your head and he was crying out. “Baby I am cumming. Wanna cum.”

You hummed around his tip. And the champagne popped. His cum flooded your tastebuds. The explicit sounds were pornographic. He couldn’t stop as his cum painted your mouth.

He kept pumping the length that wasn’t in your mouth causing him to whine as he purposely overstimulated himself. You pulled back, stunned as you saw how hard was. Although you couldn’t see, you knew you had swallowed a large amount.

“Sorry baby. It felt too good.” He whimpered. “Can’t stop.”

His cock was so pretty. So angry, so wet. His hand glided easily, pushing more precum from his little slit. Finally coming out of your orgasmic haze, you smirked. Pushing your tits together, you looked through your bashful eyelids. “You wanted to paint me Kookie. So paint me.”

His mouth was agape, no sound exiting as he just admired you sitting below him, looking so sexy and cute all at the same time. In the blink of an eye, a second orgasm crept up.

He watched as the spurts of white cum pumped out of his cock, landing on your beautifully marked skin. He sounded so submissive as his overstimulated and abused cock throbbed and twitched in his tight grip.

The pain suddenly overtook the pleasure, causing him to release his limp cock. He collapsed on top of you as you both settled on the bed, heavy breaths being shared. He tucked his head into the nook of your neck, leaving light wet kisses.

Realising that he was probably crushing you, he rolled over, pulling you with him. His hand rubbed your back, trying to calm you and your own aftershocks.

In your post-sex blissful state, you thought about the night's events. From the blind date, the playground, and then finally, to the bedroom. You just laughed. It was comical.

Jungkook didn’t know why you laughed, but it was contagious, and so he joined in. Chuckling along with you. He was honestly just happy to be there. To be with you in that moment.

Gathering composure, you rested your chin on his chest. “I mean this date was something else.” You joked, poking at his cheek. “You have a different kind of charm Jeon Jungkook.”

“Hopefully that charm worked on you.” He quirked, pushing away the fallen locks from your face.

“Seeing as we are just laying here in your cum, I think it worked.”

Jungkook scrunched his nose at the reminder. The sticky sensation between your bodies became evident. “Yeah sorry about that. I, um, don’t know why, I just wanted to feel your skin. But come on.” He tapped your ass making you giggle. “Let’s get us cleaned up.”

You hummed in agreement, getting off of him, scooting to the side of the bed, letting your legs touch the ground. The stiffness in your legs was obvious as you tried to rise. Jungkook had no issues, doing some kind of parkour to get off the bed.

He walked over to you offering a hand, to which you gladly accepted. He smiled watching you struggle, pride erupting through his chest. Yeah, I did that.

You wrapped a hand around his waist, like you did when you ran home in the rain. He guided you to the en-suite bathroom. “Shower?” He asked, kissing your temple.

“Please. But no funny business.” You warned, pointing at his dick.

He chuckled, raising his hands as you walked towards the open shower, twisting the handles to allow the hot water to run. You stood underneath the stream, loving the warmth. Jungkook admired the way the relaxation overcame your body. Your shoulders shrunk, eyes closed.

Jungkook almost felt guilty joining you in your little paradise. He tip-toed in, not wanting to disturb. Your eyes pried open as you heard the squeak of the porcelain floor. He looked so small, so hesitant. “Come here, the water is so nice.” You insisted, grabbing his wrist to guide him closer.

He stood there, a frown on his face as he watched the water trickle down your body. “I will have to paint you again soon. I miss the picture already.”

“Mister, no funny business.”

Jungkook chuckled at your stern voice. Once again, his hands were raised in defence. “Let me clean you.” He said grabbing your loofa, pouring body wash onto it. “No funny business.” He clarified.

It was your turn to laugh, letting him wash your body. His hands caressed every crevice, paid attention to every inch. His lips kissed the newly made marks, ensuring they got the extra attention they deserved.

Returning the favour, you cleaned his body, giving extra care to the marks and scrapes. The shower was like a second round, so intimate, but without any sexual intention. It was weird, but so nice.

“Sorry about the scrapes.” You apologised as you dried your bodies, seeing the marks through the mirror. They looked raw. Sore.

He furrowed his brows, looking over his shoulder. The deep marks visible. “Might not wear a shirt for a while. Need an ego boost.”

You squinted your eyes, scolding him as you playfully pushed his shoulder. “Don’t be sorry. I like them. Nearly as much as the person that made them.” He kissed your cheek. “Let me grab some clothes.”

And with that, he exited the bathroom leaving you with your thoughts. Was this moving to fast? He is a stranger, right? You can’t be doing this, you’ll just end up getting hurt. He doesn’t know you. Doesn’t know all your quirks and habits, your pet peeves. Why would he be so invested all ready. Throwing around confessions like that. Is there something I am missing?

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, placing the clean clothing on the sink. He could see you were consumed with thoughts, standing still in the middle of the bathroom.

“Jungkook, I just don’t understand you. We barely know one another but you seem so certain that this will work.” You wrapped your body in a towel, opting to not be in your most vulnerable state for this conversation.

Jungkook had his boxers on already. His cheeks hollowed, biting his cheek. “Y/N, I don’t know how to answer that without sounding insane.”

“The truth.” You simply stated.

He ran a hand through his wet locks, gripping the roots. “I just- fuck. I have been admiring you for a while. Namjoon mentions you a lot, and the person he talks about, that is the person I want. Look I can’t say this will work, but I want to give us a try. And I have always had a habit of jumping in head first. I am sure Namjoon has mentioned my lack of patience.”

You pursed your lips, hiding the small smile. Yeah, Namjoon has mentioned it a few times.

“But one thing I can promise, I will give you everything. All of me. I don’t expect you to accept it all now, I know you are still recovering. But I just want you to know I am willing and ready to be by your side as you pick up those pieces.”

Maybe this was too good to be true. But what if it was true? You have always been so calculated, but tonight had been the first time in a long time you just did, not think. And it had been amazing. Not a single regret. So maybe you should be crazy for once.

You stepped towards him, wrapping your arms around him. Hugging him. He immediately reciprocated the action. Holding you tight.

“I like you too.”

HIGHWAY TO HELL ♱ 𓏲ּ [J.J.K.] preview

♱ starring… jeon jungkook x f!reader | rockstar!jk x tattoo artist!reader | 1980’s au | established relationship | ft. all other bts members as bandmates and yoongi is the manager !

♱ genre/warnings... pwp, a mixture of angst and fluff, smut, takes place in the grungy, rugged underground music scene of NYC in the 80’s, o/c used to be a groupie but is now jk’s gf, this fic is going to be very chaotic… there’s a lot of warnings for this including: dark humor (nothing offensive), toxic relationship, the ‘i literally need you to survive or else i’ll die’ trope, o/c is jk’s muse, he fr worships his girl as if she’s some otherworldly deity, attempting to delve into the complexities of mental instability ?? (they’re both mentally fucked in the head tbh), autophobia/monatophobia, DARK/HEAVY THEMES!, small mentions of stalking, mentions of mental health struggles, self injury, heavy alcohol & substance abuse, jk has a belly piercing (yes, that is a warning in itself), jk plays bass and is main vocals of the band, he argues w/ his bandmates a lot, switch!jk but he leans more towards dom, sex while under the influence, size kink, y’all are both super nasty and kinky like omg this is gonna be insaneeesfds, also heavy exhibitionism: they literally have sex in front of ppl multiple times (oops). i will be sure to include the rest once it’s fully finished !

♱ synopsis... when moving to the big city, you had only three things in mind: start life anew— a fresh, clean slate that allows you to bloom into whomever you wish to be, open your own tattoo parlor, and to meet and fuck as many rockstars as you possibly can. in fact, all was going according to plan thus far, however, the minute you crossed paths with him is when life takes a pivotal shift for the better and possibly, worse. you’ve become inseparable since day one, building an intense co-dependency that not even the devil himself can seem to unravel. a story of the submerging tension between two lonely, lost souls navigating youth through glitz, glamour, sleepless nights, and reckless hotel parties every weekend. it’s as if everyone else exists to come and go; besides the unconventional love that you cultivate together. OR,, just lots of sex, drugs, & punk rock.

♱ run time... will be over 10k+ words

♱ soundtrack... seek & destroy metallica, you shook me all night long ac/dc, purgatory iron maiden, she the misfits

i had this idea for sooo long omg, it’s slightly different than how i originally imagined it here, but i’m finally doing it so yay for meee !! i’ve never tried a concept like this before saur i’m def going to research a lot for this since i wasn’t born in the 80’s lol. i honestly have no idea how long this will be but me thinks it’ll be around 10-12k words ??? ( it’s going to be the longest thing i ever made .. T^T ) but my goal this year has been to start writing longer fics so i’m excited ! if anyone wants to be tagged once it’s uploaded just lmk <3

Beautiful. That’s what I felt as I was reading it.

nobody, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Someone is standing in your spot. Great. All you wanted was to stand in your spot and be a nobody, solitarily working on your novel, but instead you are looking at the single, most famous person in your town - Jeon Jungkook. Model, well-loved, somebody, exactly the opposite of what you want to be. He's crying. Sigh. You just want to be a nobody. And yet he says to you, “You could be my nobody.”

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; strangers-to-lovers; influences of gothic romance; angst to banter fluff; smut (fem reader, m and f-receiving oral, nipple play, fingering); non-idol!AU - model!Jungkook x novelist!reader and too many references to BTS collabs, lol

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Someone was standing in your spot.

“Who are you?”

The black-haired man wearing black track pants and a white long-sleeved shirt glanced at you and quickly looked away, wiping his nose. You spied a split second of his face – large bloodshot dark brown eyes, streaks of teary cheeks, red nose – and you recognized him.

“Jeon Jungkook?”

You knew him because, well, anybody who was anybody knew him.

“What do you want? Here to gloat?” he shot back, sucking in a shuddering breath.

“Uh… no? You’re in my spot.”

Those piercing, bloodshot eyes glared at you. “You own this bridge or some shit?”

“No. I just come here because…” You trailed off, clutching your tote bag a little tighter. “Anyway, I’ve never seen anyone else here.”

“Yeah, well, sucks to be you.”

Now that you knew it was him – and you did, because his voice was the same, although you had only ever heard it in passing and he was far more pleasant when surrounded by his friends and, hell, everyone else – you recognized his broad back and defined shoulders, the tattoos on his right hand as he clasped it with his left, tucking his tongue in his cheek and exhaling hard, sniffing quietly. The wind made his thin shirt cling to his muscular, tall body, causing it to flap around him.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“No.”

Okay.

You sighed, chewing on your lip. You never talked to Jeon Jungkook. He wasn’t present in your circle of friends, mostly because you didn’t have a circle of friends. Or any.

Your choice, really.

“Why are you still here?” he muttered, wiping his cheek with his sleeve. “Get lost.”

You had never heard Jungkook’s voice with an edge of irritation and distaste before. It was always jovial, cheery, full of laughter. Everybody in town knew who he was because he was handsome, popular, and a fashion model, which was probably the most prestigious and interesting thing that had ever happened to the town. Everybody wanted to be his friend, everybody who wanted to be anybody.

You didn’t want to be anybody.

You wanted to be a nobody.

And Jeon Jungkook had decided to invade your nobody space.

“This is my spot,” was your dry reply.

You saw his jaw tense.

“Fine.”

“Why are you crying?”

He was about to walk away and then he stopped, slamming his fist down on the wooden railing of the small bridge that overlooked the creek, creating a sharp, loud thunk.

“Why do you give a shit?” he snapped, tone sharp and cutting.

“Usually when people cry in public, they want people to give a shit.”

His back was turned to you. You saw his shoulders flex and heard him breathe in deeply, tilting his head up to the cloudy sky. Wind grazed through his black hair, short and well-kept, the former of which described his temper right now and the latter anything but.

“You don’t know me,” he gritted out testily.

“Maybe it’s better that way.”

He spun around frighteningly fast, dark brows furrowed, growling low in his throat.

“Nobody knows me.”

You blinked slowly, staring at their furious face of flushed cheeks and puffy bloodshot eyes that seemed far more sad than actually angry at you.

“Me neither. I like it better that way,” you replied.

The tenseness seemed to evaporate. His dark brown eyes looked away, taking in a shuddering breath. A little bit of regret, a little bit of apology, and a lot of pride in that gaze, the last leaving him silent for the moment. He glanced at your belongings.

“What’s with the bag? You feed the ducks or something?”

You shook you head. “No.” You hesitated for a second and then relaxed one of the straps, letting the beige canvas bag flop open, revealing your tablet. “I sit here and write.”

“Write what?”

You shrugged, re-shouldering the strap. “Write whatever comes to mind.”

He frowned at you. “Why here?”

You breathed out slowly. “Because no one knows I do it.”

“Do what?”

“Write, of course.”

Jungkook’s frown deepened, narrowing his eyes. “What do you write?”

You answered his question with a question. “Why are you crying?”

You saw him grimace and shove his hands in his pockets.

“Huh.”

You waited.

Jungkook was staring out over the creek, arms close to his body, suddenly shivering. You were wearing a thick black sweater and long dark plaid skirt, with fingerless gloves and boots. You had a maroon beanie on your head to keep your ears and brain warm. He chewed on his lip. You noticed he had a small mole under his lower lip, nervously bobbing up and down with the action.

“I’m a nobody,” you reminded him.

His eyes came back to you.

You saw the side of his lips quirk upward a little at your comment. He sighed heavily, kicking the wood under his feet.

“I had an argument.”

You waited. Jungkook looked up at the clouds overhead. They blocked the sun, making it seem darker than it should be at this time of day. He rubbed his upper arms against the side of his chest, wind pressing his shirt down on his pecs, revealing his hands balled into fists in his pant pockets.

“You probably never had an argument about how someone is only with you for your body, huh?” he mumbled, chewing on the side of lip.

“To be fair, nobody has ever asked me to be a model, so maybe it was for a reason.”

Jungkook snorted. Now he was actually smiling slightly, although he didn’t seem to notice it. “You could do it based on looks alone. Besides, half of modeling is simply acting the part.” He had a subtle youthfulness in his expressions that mixed with the maturity of his angular jaw and deep voice.

“Sadly, no one has asked me to be an actor yet either.”

He paused, dark brown orbs locking with yours.

“You could do it,” Jungkook said quietly. “You probably act every day.”

Now it was your turn to look away.

“Something like that.”

You forced yourself to look back at him, redirecting the conversation back to him.

“Is it bad that someone wants you for your body?”

Jungkook’s expression darkened. He cast his eyes downward. “It’s not the best feeling when they say they want to be your partner in life, but they don’t actually care about you, but rather what you have to give them.” He let out a tense exhale. “Everyone only wants to know model Jung Kook. They could give less of a shit about Jeon Jungkook.”

Ah.

“But nobody knows you.”

He looked back up.

“Can you blame them if nobody knows you?”

Something flitted across his expression. He scoffed, but there was a lightness to it, almost as if he was suppressing a laugh. One of his eyebrows raised, half of a cocky smirk on his shapely lips. Even with red eyes and flushed cheeks, there was an endearing, attractive quality about it.

“But you’re a nobody, so that means somebody knows now.”

You blinked slowly.

He cocked his chin towards your bog. “So, what do you write?”

You held your bag a little tighter.

“Books.”

He raised his eyebrows. “No shit?”

“Under a pseudonym.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to be seen.” You looked away from his piercing gaze. “I don’t want to have an impact on people’s lives. I would rather write and not know.”

“What if it’s positive?”

“Then that’s for them.”

“You don’t want criticism then?”

You snorted inelegantly. “People will criticize you even if you take a breath of air and simply exist. I get plenty of that whether or not my name is on my books. No, the reason I don’t want my name on shit because I will be alone for the rest of my life and I would like it to stay that way. I don’t want people getting close to me and trying to interfere with my work.”

He smiled. “You really want to be a nobody, huh?”

“I was until somebody decided to stand in my spot,” you snapped.

His lower lip caught in his teeth. A cold breeze swept past, ruffling his hair. You felt the edge of irritation melt, dulled by his expression, somewhere between slight mischief and sheepishness. You noticed he was rubbing his upper arms against his chest, shoulders hunching inward.

“You cold?”

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “No.”

You raised an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes. “Okay, yeah.” He mumbled under his breath. “Shouldn’t have run over here…”

“You didn’t drive? Where’s your car?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t really want to talk about it.” He sighed, yanked one of his hands out and rubbing the back of his head. “Besides, if I go back now, I’m sure some nosy person is going to ask what’s up with me and then I have to pretend to act nice when I would actually just like to disappear unexplained for a couple hours.” The wind picked up again and he wrapped his arm around his waist, frowning at the horizon, as if nature itself was against him.

You breathed out slowly and looked away.

“Well, don’t stay out here. You’ll catch a cold.”

You began to walk.

“Come on.”

-

You both sat in your car with the heat on.

You sat in the driver’s seat as Jungkook stuck his hands in front of the vent, soaking up all the heat as the engine hummed. Apparently, getting into a stranger’s car wasn’t something Jungkook’s mom told him not to do. Then again, you weren’t sure what to do now that he was in your car. A serial killer would have a better plan than luring a man whose face was plastered all over magazines and online ads.

Good thing you weren’t a serial killer.

You would make a terrible one, mostly because you didn’t like being around people and, to kill people, you kind of needed to be around them to do that.

“Where do you want me to drop you off?” you finally said as Jungkook rubbed his hands together. You noticed he wore bracelets on his wrists. Ones with wooden beads, ones with silver chains, ones that were simply just knotted string, like children’s friendship bracelets.

He frowned. “Nowhere if you can help it.”

“Someone told you that they wanted you for your body and you act like this?”

He sat back, eyes downcast, glancing out the window, away from you. The sun was setting.

“Not just someone.”

Love of his life?

“Everyone says that.”

His voice was very quiet.

“Everyone says something along those lines. They mean well, but…”

He breathed out slowly, chewing on his lip again.

“Your body is so nice. If I had a body like you, I would be unstoppable. Life is so much easier when you look like Jungkook. I can’t do things like you, Jungkook. You look like that.”

He recited the sentences like they were spoken by other people. Older, younger, friends, family.

“Day in, day out. If they like me, it’s the same. If they hate me, it’s the same. His body isn’t so great. His face isn’t that good-looking.” He slumped back in the passenger’s seat, closing his eyes. “I don’t want to believe that’s the only part of me that has merit. I don’t want to believe it’s the only thing people look at when they see me. But I look in the mirror and…”

A shuddering inhale.

“Sometimes that’s all I see too.”

“Is that terrible?”

Jungkook opened his eyes and peered at you, confused. You shrugged.

“I mean, some people look at the mirror and see nothing of merit. At least you have one thing.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Uh…”

“Some people can’t even afford a mirror.”

He glared. “Are you making fun of me?”

You raised your hand. Jungkook’s eyes followed it, watching your fingers curiously.

You flicked him in the forehead.

“Ow!”

You lowered your hand as Jungkook scowled, rubbing his forehead.

“Who cares if you’re a piece of meat?” you shrugged, shaking out your hand indifferently.

“That’s not the problem,” he growled, looking ready to flick you himself. “The problem is, no one wants to be honest with me. At least tell me to my face.”

“You’re a piece of meat.”

Silence.

Then Jungkook burst out laughing. “What?”

“You just said–”

He couldn’t stop guffawing. “Who the fuck says that? Or says it like that?” He snorted and shook his head, covering the lower half of his face with the back of his head. “You don’t know me.”

“Do the people who say that shit know you?”

He scoffed. “Well, yeah, they’re–”

Then Jungkook stopped speaking.

He turned his head and stared at you.

Nobody knows me.

You ticked your head at him.

His mouth was open. He closed it, eyes shifting, no longer looking at you, but himself, inward, not needing the side mirror to see his own reflection. You gave him a couple minutes, your car on idle, warm heat blasting through the vents now. You were getting a bit hungry.

“You want to get some McDonald’s? I think I’m going to stop by the drive thru.”

“I shouldn’t be eating that,” he grumbled, sounding annoyed.

You waited.

His eyes shifted back to you, wondering.

You shrugged.

Jungkook shrugged. “Fuck it.”

-

You sat in your car, eating a bulgogi burger as Jungkook chomped on nuggets and fries.

The trip was… odd.

“Can I borrow your beanie?”

“Uh, yeah.”

You pulled your maroon beanie off your head and handed it to him. You watched as Jungkook cranked your passenger’s seat all the way back and grabbed one of the spare face masks from the package in your cupholder, covering the bottom of his face. Then he crammed the beanie on his head and pulled it over his eyes and laid back, hands folded at his waist.

Uh.

“Your tattoos.”

Jungkook shoved his hands under his back and laid there as if it wasn’t completely obvious that a man was in your front seat.

Uh.

Okay.

You calmly made the order and waited.

“Drink?” the cheerful male voice asked scratchily through the speaker.

Oh shit. You didn’t ask about that. You turned to the faceless blob beside you and asked, “Drink?”

His left hand came out and poked you in the side.

“Ow.”

He tugged at your sweater sleeve, waving you over. Oh. Well, you did suppose his voice was rather recognizable. You leaned over and put your ear next to where his mouth would be.

“Coca-Cola,” Jungkook whispered.

You couldn’t feel the warmth of his breath, but the strange whisper of carbonated sugary beverage gave you a mild tingle of who-the-fuck-knows-what. Mentions of a drink, no matter how delicious and bad for you, should not give you these willies. You straightened, clearing your throat and repeated his request to the server.

The server handed you your order and you did not bother to explain the faceless blob beside you, simply thanking him for his help and taking the cup of Coca-Cola as the server awkwardly waved and probably wondered if you were a serial killer.

At the moment, Jungkook took a large, noisy sip of said Coca-Cola. Your back stiffened involuntarily.

“How much was it?”

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, chewing slowly.

“I can pay you. I’m not poor.”

“I know that. It’s McDonalds, not a gourmet meal. Chill.”

Jungkook took the slighted tone out of his voice. “Sorry.”

“S’okay.”

Silence. Chewing. Nightfall.

“This is kinda nice,” he murmured.

“Yeah,” was your mumbled reply. You swallowed. You noticed movement by your head. You turned and Jungkook offered his drink to you, dark eyebrows raised in question. You shook your head. “Ah, no. I’m good.”

He shrugged and took another sip. “’Kay.”

Silence. Breathing. Nightfall.

“Thanks,” he finally said.

“For what?”

“Making me feel normal for once.”

“Oh. You can do that yourself. I didn’t do anything.”

“You didn’t have to. All you did was not judge me, good or bad. Apparently for a lot of people, that’s pretty hard.”

You crumpled up your wrapper, staring out to the parking lot of cars, your own on idle, headlights off, sitting in the semi-dark with a semi-stranger feeling semi-weird and semi-comfortable with the whole situation.

“Do you write books?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t read books,” Jungkook stated. “I’d maybe read yours though.”

“Don’t be a liar.”

He chuckled. “I only said maybe.”

“Nobody should read them.”

“Why?”

You placed your hands in your lap, clutching the used food wrapper, face turned one way but not seeing what was in front of you, your vision turned inward. “They expose me. Actually, maybe not. I get the impression people don’t realize the emotions I write about are real. They think everything is fiction, as if I dreamed it all up.” You nodded to yourself even though there was nothing to agree to. “It’s all fun and games. Like how the rich treat with the poor, those ignorant to suffering, physical and mental, are blind to it. They try to tell you, I understand, but they don’t and they can’t accept that they won’t.”

“Do you want them to understand?”

You paused.

“No. That would mean enduring it.” You let out a slow exhale. “I just…”

You leaned back, staring at the roof of your car, wondering.

“I want someone to tell me it’s not fake. Just admit you don’t understand, and tell me it’s not all in my head. Don’t try to cure me. Don’t try to tell me what I’ve already heard. I know. I know better than anyone. I don’t want help. I want to be a nobody.”

“You could be my nobody.”

You lowered your head and stared at him.

Jungkook gave you a cheeky smile, shrugging. “Nobody knows me, except you know me, so you’re nobody now.”

You blinked at him.

Then you laughed. The fuck was that? You laughed, and Jungkook laughed too, not at you, but with you, stupid, clutching the remains of your respective McDonald’s meals and sitting in your car in the dark, talking about things you didn’t like talking about, but somehow it was easy, easier even, because you were a nobody to Jungkook and he wasn’t somebody to you, not really, because you weren’t an anybody who wanted to be anybody, you were a nobody who wanted to be a nobody, so you stayed away from somebodies like Jeon Jungkook.

The laughter died out and you placed a hand on your steering wheel, tossing your trash into the paper bag by his feet.

“Where do you want to go now?” you asked him.

He shrugged. “I guess… I should go back to my place,” he mumbled bitterly.

“I can take you anywhere. This Hyundai can go to space even.”

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”

“No, it can’t. I’m just fucking with you.”

He chuckled. “Are you always this weird?”

“Better weird than boring.”

He grinned. It was a very nice grin.

“I’ll tag along to wherever you want to go. Just for a little bit.”

“Cool.”

-

“You really like Lemona, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Advertising Jungkook is much nicer than real life Jungkook.”

“Advertising Jungkook is acting. Real life Jungkook can be a Krabby Patty sometimes.”

“Do you think it’s cannibalism if Mr. Krabs eats a Krabby Patty?”

Jungkook jerked in his seat, staring at you. “What kind of question is that?”

You shrugged.

You were both in your apartment now, sitting on your couch on opposite ends, Jungkook wrapped in a maroon faux fur blanket and you in a fleecy green blanket with Pikachu wrapped in Christmas lights. It was not Christmas, but a blanket should be used for its intended purpose all-year around if suitable.

Watching Netflix was a suitable time to be wrapped in blankets.

Evidently, Jungkook’s mom didn’t tell him not to walk into stranger’s houses and sit on their sofa and watch Netflix with them because they might cut you open and steal your spleen, but, fortunately for him, you weren’t interested in the black market for organ harvesting, lucrative as it may be.

Yet.

Just kidding. You wouldn’t be. Too messy and too much work.

“You’re not scared of me?” Jungkook suddenly asked.

You browsed through the selection. “Scared of you? No. Why?”

“I mean, I am a random stranger in your house right now, sitting on your couch.”

You shrugged. “You were standing at a bridge crying about your delicate feelings being hurt. Doesn’t really scream I’m-a-secret-axe-murderer-psychopath to me.”

“Wow. I’m thinking about it now.”

“Come at me. I’ll poke your eyes out,” you replied calmly.

“Yeesh, savage. Not even kicking in the nuts, just going straight for mutilation.”

You opened your mouth and shut it.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You were going to say something.”

“Nope.”

“You liar.”

“You ever watch Crimson Peak?”

“What? No. Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m changing it.”

“I wish I could strangle you,” Jungkook muttered. “Maybe if we knew each other for a longer period of time.”

You dropped the remote.

It clattered to the hardwood floor loudly. Your eyes flickered down. Beside you, Jungkook shifted, but you reached over before him and picked it up, seeing his fingers centimeters away from the back of your hand.

A strange, unexplainable flinch.

“I got it,” you sighed. “Guess I held it too loosely.”

“Oh.”

Silence. Breathing. Your selection hovering in front of you on the television, trailer playing wordlessly with Korean subtitles. You heard him sit back to his side of the couch. Both you and Jungkook were facing the television but neither of you were really looking at it. There was a sudden, weird tension that was too weird to address, too weird because he had been obvious and you had been obvious, but the situation was weird, the tension was weird, and the moment was suddenly obviously weird.

You pressed play.

Got maybe thirty minutes into the movie with you being silent and Jungkook being silent, watching a young woman get into a weird situation and weird romance and somehow not ask questions about the weirdness of it all.

You felt eyes on you.

You turned your head and Jungkook was staring at you, tilting his head.

You stared back. Blinked slowly.

“What?”

He looked away quickly. Your question of curiosity seemed to startle him more than you staring back at him. He rubbed the back of his head, fixating his eyes on the screen.

You continued to stare at him.

After several minutes, Jungkook’s dark brown eyes shifted back to you. “What?” he snapped, tone a little harsh and shrill at the same time.

You tilted your head at him. “Why were you staring at me?”

His teeth sunk into his lower lip. “I don’t know. I just felt like looking at you. Is that a problem?”

You tilted your head the other way. “Why?”

Jungkook shrugged. It was more to fill up time than actually respond. You kept staring at him. He yanked the blanket up to his chin, eyes shifting around. The movie kept playing, suspenseful music and dark imagery.

“I was thinking, maybe you want to be a nobody, but you could be a somebody to someone,” he mumbled. “Have you ever tried to be somebody to someone?”

You chuckled. “Not really. Not wholeheartedly, anyway.”

“Hmm.” He tucked his chin into the top of the blankets, eyes on the movie. “I would like to be somebody to someone.”

“You’re somebody to everyone.”

“I’m never going to live up to that idealistic self that everyone has conjured for me.”

“A piece of meat?” you offered.

“You–”

Jungkook snatched the pillow behind him and tried to smack you with it, the same instant instantly regretting the irritation, a flash of regret and remorse in wanting to hit his host, quickly replaced by a yelp as you punched the pillow back and catapulted the maroon faux fur into his face. It matched the blanket he was in. Same brand.

“Gah!”

You cozied back into your Christmas Pikachu blanket to watch Tom Hiddleston and his tomfoolery, convinced that, under all that charisma, his character was hiding something.

“Are you not going to acknowledge you hitting me in the face?” Jungkook scowled.

“I’m willing to overlook you trying to hit me with the in the first place, yes.”

You heard him grumble and restlessly nuzzle back down into his blanket. A silence, eyes on the dark scenes of cold winds and snow and a broken house, darkness and romance and questions highlighted in desaturated teal and saturated blood red. Tension building, staged and un-staged. You frowned, feeling it crawling on your skin, from your arms and up your shoulders and to your chest. Slow breath, soft and soundless.

Have you ever tried to be somebody to someone?

Maybe you would have to use that sometime in future dialogue.

Not wholeheartedly, anyway.

You turned your head, eyes shifting slowly with a blink, raising your lashes slowly, gazing at his profile.

The bridge was a quiet place. Your quiet place. It was public, of course, but people rarely went there. It was overgrown and poorly kept. When you were younger, you would run across the bridge, sun beaming down on you, summer of a different time and a comforting hand on your head, wizened smile trying to keep up with your youth.

It was your spot.

The wizened smile wasn’t here anymore.

Jungkook turned his head, mouth slightly open, dark brown eyes tearing from the screen and finding yours observing him. He blinked slowly.

“This movie is spooky,” he said quietly. He was on his side of your sofa, opposite you.

You nodded. “I know. I watched it in theaters. Was even better with the surround sound.” You were on your side of the sofa, opposite him.

His eyes were on yours and you had seen them many times, in pictures, in commercials, in passing, but it was not like this. All those times were not like this, in person, and of course they wouldn’t be, because that wouldn’t make any sense. You felt it again, crawling on your skin, from your arms and up your shoulders and to your chest, and you sucked in a breath, somehow shuddering and not understanding why.

But now, looking at Jungkook’s eyes, you saw it in him, and he too was shuddering, soft and breathless.

“You could be my nobody,” he whispered, voice so uncertain it seemed to fade out.

You didn’t reply.

“But… would you want to?”

You didn’t break eye contact either.

Instead, you wrapped your blanket around you, tightly.

Jungkook did too, tightly.

There was an allure to it. An impossibility that was palpable and enticing, crazy and unexplainable, closer, scooting on the cushions, closer, neither of you looking away, closer, something about it even though you had spent all that time denouncing such things and he had spent all that time denouncing his version of such things, closer, to the sound of whispers and danger and curses, closer, breath against breath.

You tilted your head.

“You could be somebody to someone,” you whispered.

Jungkook lowered his, black hair brushing against your skin. “I would rather be somebody to the one who wants to be nobody, I think.”

The room turned red, the only light coming from the television.

You pressed your lips against his, breathing in deep, his clean scent filling your nose and then he took the air between you and him, inhaling your scent, red faux fur surrounding you and the blankets overlapping, your hands finding his white shirt, closer, kiss deepening, a sweet taste with intensity behind it, digging your nails in, clutching tightly, closer, his arm around your waist, pulling your sweater to his chest, gasping at the contact.

“You’re warm,” he murmured. “It’s nice.”

“You should have worn a jacket,” you breathed against his lips. “Shouldn’t have run out so hastily.”

“I was in distress.”

“Don’t trust people then.’

“On it.”

Deeper kiss now, almost in his lap.

“This is probably a bad idea.”

“Yeah,” he sighed against your lips. Softly, lightly, decorating your skin with his lips. “Bad ideas sometimes end with good consequences though.”

“Who taught you that?” you chuckled.

“Myself and the dumb shit I did in high school. One time I kicked the vending machine and two drinks came out instead of one.”

“Wow. Impressive.”

“You could sound more impressed.”

“Maybe if you kiss me again.”

Cradling your face, tongue tracing your lips, your lips capturing his tongue, his moan filling your ears and drowning out the sounds of the movie, lips to lips, tongue toying with tongue, wrapped in blankets as if the blankets could hide the wandering hands, the touch of fingertips to skin, his gasp against your cheek.

“W… Wait.”

You stopped.

“Be honest,” Jungkook said, lips brushing against your cheek.

A heartbeat.

“You are a good-looking piece of meat,” you replied nonchalantly.

“You are terrible.”

“I mean, I don’t really know you.”

“Yes, you do. I told you what I haven’t told anyone and I don’t even know why I told you.”

“Okay, maybe I just wanted to make you mad because I thought it would be funny.”

His hands tightened around your waist. You heard him pout against your ear. “You are the worst.”

“I could stop touching you.”

“You could and I would be very upset, so don’t.”

You didn’t move.

Waited.

“… Please.”

You turned your head. Eye to eye, dark brown orb shrouded by lashes, and it wasn’t what but how, your lips murmuring his name, his sharp intake of breath, soft dialogue and quiet sobs ignored, focusing only on the way he shivered, his skin on your teeth, rough kiss and fingers splaying over his sides, controlling the pressure, immobile but light, deepening with his moan lowering in pitch. Words were a strange thing, their effects compounded with the right timing, but there were times when they were completely ineffective, and this was such a time, communication in gasps and tremors and varying pressure of kisses, action more powerful than verbiage, broken for a second as he pulled your sweater up and you pulled his shirt up, flinging them aside, heat and darkness brewing between bodies and eyes, lowered lids and the tracing of tendons and muscle, pushing his head back, his wanton sound above your mouth as it travelled down his chest, lips and tongue, his strong hands clutching your shoulders, barely holding on.

You breathed his name over his skin like smoke and he looked down at you, chest heaving.

Cast in muted teal and white, shadows dancing with his body line.

“I could be your nobody,” you whispered, not looking away.

He nodded slowly.

“Yeah, you could.”

“Would you want me to?”

Tone unwavering, your hands on his sides.

His hands on your shoulders tightened.

“Yeah, I would,” Jungkook whispered back, hot and unwavering.

You extended your tongue, drawing patterns, dripping saliva the same time black smoke dripped onto the screen, ghosts revealing themselves but there were no ghosts here, only flesh, hot and quivering, tugging at his pants, pulling them down, the side of your mouth rising at his expression, anticipation, surprise, need, searching for lies, but it was clear what you wanted and his body was clear in what he wanted, gasping whimper at wet warmth and soft lips, swallowing his semi-hard cock.

“Oh, f-fuck…”

This was not how you expected your evening to go, but it was Jeon Jungkook’s fault for standing in your spot and maybe the fault of the cosmos that there was such raw deep honesty in the words that constituted your meeting, maybe the fault of nature for the palpable chemistry and pheromones. Jungkook’s low moan pierced the air as your tongue swirled along his hardening length, blankets askew, encasing him in wet heat, raw and deep, hitting the spot in the back of your throat repeatedly, building up the pace, clutching his hips, your hair falling around your jaw and Jungkook reached over and gathered it in his hands, holding it out of the way, his moans unstoppable, careful with his touch but losing control.

Your eyes flickered upward and he was watching you.

“Fuck… you’re so sexy…”

His voice was shaking and so were his hips. You could only pin the latter down, holding tight, the former pitching in pleasure, flashes of light and darkness and crescendo, the point in the movie no longer relevant because the point to be remembered was Jungkook throwing his head back, black hair asunder, holding your hair, and his length twitching in your mouth, hot and fulfilling, your tongue moving at its own pace to the bobbing of your head, overloaded sensation and all of his muscles tensing, tattoos rippling in your vision.

His lustful moan penetrated the air and commanded it with the strength of his orgasm.

“Gonna cum, fuck!”

You swallowed instantly and Jungkook almost whimpered, sensitivity peaking as he spilled into your mouth in firm, hot pumps, his taste on your tongue, salty and rich. You drank it up, slowly, almost casually, looking up at him, waiting for him to notice, his head lowering, eyes unfocused, chest rising and falling with every pant of heavy breath, finally spotting your expression.

There was a subtle youthfulness to his expressions, slight confusion and annoyance.

He frowned. “Why do you look so smug?”

You swirled your tongue around him, pulling back to speak. “You’re a good-looking and tasty piece of meat, eh?”

He squinted, annoyance deepening. “I can’t believe you.”

You continued to lick slowly. The lines of irritation were disappearing from his face, his breathing shallowing. You ticked your head, closing your lips around him, rising, teasing the tip with the tip of your tongue, Jungkook’s soft cry music to your ears, popping your mouth off, his whimper and involuntarily pout, rising, closer, crawling over him, his hand loosening in your hair and it cascaded down, brushing against his cheek and neck, your lips hovering over his.

“You don’t know me,” you murmured, chuckling.

His eyes narrowed. “I’m beginning to get the gist,” he muttered, one of his arms circling your waist, pulling you down, your lips pressing against his, whirlwind of terror happening on screen, but there was a different whirlwind between you and Jungkook, you unzipping your skirt, letting it fall to your knees between his legs, your hand dancing up as his danced down, his gasp in your throat, your bra falling down your shoulders, tangled and tossed aside, his hand cupping your breast and the other sliding into your panties, you commanding the kiss, tongue against tongue.

You stared into his eyes and his fingers stroked your wetness, lips trembling against yours.

“Are you acting right now?” Jungkook whispered, faint hesitancy in his voice, trying to mask it.

You cocked an eyebrow.

“I don’t have to act if no one sees me.”

And you placed your hand over his beautiful eyes.

His fingers slid in, two of them, gasping at the sound of your satisfied moan against his cheek, rubbing your nipple with his other hand, shuddering, s-so tight, you reaching down and slipping your panties a little further down, and his fingers began to move, fuck, wet and slick and full, your hips rocking into it, your hand over his eyes and his hand on your chest, toying with your nipples, harder, pinching and releasing them, your hand falling from his eyes, tangling in his hair, eye to eye, shadows between you and dark brown orbs, his hot breath on your chin.

“Be honest with me,” you growled. “You want to do it rougher, don’t you?”

His brows furrowed, staring into your eyes.

“Give it to me. I’m not interested in the façade you put up for everyone else.”

His eyes narrowed and he pushed his fingers into you roughly, creating a loud squelch, your hands on his cheeks, your nails digging into his cheekbones, satisfied hiss and smile on your lips, rolling your hips into his touch, harder, more intense, pinching and rubbing your nipple, his head ducking down, hot breath on your skin, your chest, and then tongue wrapping around the other hard nub, gray and red light painting his hair and back, your head falling back and your hands clawing forward, running over his flexed shoulder blades, wet tongue and sloppy wetness between your legs, the sweet scent of sex and the tightening of your core, making it harder for him so he pushed deeper, faster, hitting that spot, pain trickling and flaring into heated ecstasy, wanton moans mixing with his fierce thrusts, his lips sucking on your nipple and the other pinched by his fingers, closer, your eyes closing, surrounded by darkness and pleasure, his skin and his hair at your fingertips and fingernails, and you could hear the noises trapped in his throat, his want, his drive, his effort, your juices sliding down your thighs, soaking your panties even more.

You curled your fingers into his black hair and moaned, rich and wanton, thrusting your hips down into his hand, strong pulses and tensing thighs, muscles clenching and preventing him from moving any more, his low groan on your skin as your pussy throbbed around his fingers, leaking over his palm and wrist.

He pushed you back against the sofa and the blankets, pulling your panties further down, your gasp of surprise morphing to hiking pleasure, his lips latching onto your drenched heat, pulling his fingers out and his tongue sliding in, clutching his hair, maybe a little too hard, but Jungkook didn’t seem to care, licking you all over, concentrating the pressure, and his name tumbled from your lips, hurried and desperate, the aftershocks of your previous orgasm compounding with the press of his tongue on your engorged clit, looking down, catching his expression.

Jungkook cocked a brow in playfulness.

You smirked, matching his raised eyebrow, grinding your hips into his face.

His lips closed in, sucking, licking faster.

“F-Fuck!”

Your hips bucked involuntarily and it was stronger this time, gasping moan and flooding his mouth with your taste, his groan vibrating your core, licking it all up, squirming because of the sensitivity, nerves firing, unlatching your fingers from his hair with effort, shallow breath, darkness surrounding you and him, panting hard, reaching over, mashing the power button on the remote, turning the television off.

Silence but your shaking breath and Jungkook’s shudders on your pussy, lapping gently at your quivering skin.

Darkness but the slivers of light leaking through your curtains, moonlight witnessing the event.

Warmth.

You felt his body crawl upwards, hovering over you, and then his kiss that tasted like you and him, pulling the faux fur blanket up with him, clothes still tangled in his legs and yours, coming down, down, closer, his nose pressed against yours, breath on your skin.

“I…”

There was nothing to see so you closed your eyes.

“I have a confession.”

“What is it?” you murmured calmly, your hands resting on his hips, his lips resting on your cheek.

“I knew that was your spot.”

Oh? You waited, not replying, listening carefully.

“That bridge… You used to go there with your grandfather when you were little.”

You didn’t say anything, remembering warm summers and wizened smiles.

“He used to give me a free persimmon every time I visited the market.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled fondly. “He grew them to sell but he always gave them out for free to the kids.”

A moment of silence for those past, Jungkook’s naked body on top of yours.

“I don’t know why I remembered that place when I ran off earlier today, but it…” He pressed his lips against your cheek. “That place just reminded me of happiness, even though I only saw you experiencing happiness there.”

His sigh filled your ear, pulling you close.

“Maybe I wanted to borrow a little of your happiness, even if I didn’t know you.”

You chuckled, running your fingers over his skin. “You know me now. I done fucked up.”

He laughed with you, softly, heartbeat on yours. “Yeah. Me too, even after I went through that long-ass speech about how nobody knew me.”

You let your hands fall.

Jungkook lifted his head as you opened your eyes to his confused face.

“You said you wanted to disappear unexplained for only a few hours, right?”

His eyes shifted. Then they came back to you.

“The rest of the hours I can explain that I spent it with my nobody.”

You laughed. “Would you want to do that?”

His head lowered, smile on your smile.

“More than anything in the world.”

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Undoubtedly the best smut in a fanfic I’ve read so far. I’m actually rooting for jk and the oc cause they’re ✨

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ BETTER BOYFRIEND THAN HIM ┊ JEON JUNGKOOK

SYNOPSIS : jungkook makes it a mission to prove to you that he can be better than your boring boyfriend. when it comes to sex, at least.

WARNINGS : SMUT, cheating, unprotected sex, mention of oral sex (f), rough sex, manhandling, missionary, doggy style, mirror sex, squirting, so much dirty talk, degradation kink? but at the same time praise kink? idk jungkook is a menace, low-key soft at the end, angst-y too.

click on readmore (pardon any spelling mistakes <3)

a sigh leaves your lips, your chest moving up and down as you try to catch your breath. a warm feeling pervades your body, as your laboured breathing gets louder in the silent room.

you’re too focused on trying to regain consciousness that you miss jungkook’s gaze on you.

he doesn’t even hide his smirk as he stares at your fucked out expression, your eyes closed as your mouth is slightly open. he doesn’t miss the sweat forming on your forehead, and with a gentle movement of his hand, he moves some strands of your hair away from your face.

you turn your head at the sudden contact, his hand slightly cold against the warmth of your skin. you try to open your eyes, and jungkook lets out a chuckle as you struggle to keep them open.

“that’s all it takes, huh?” he says cockily, and you huff in annoyance at his words. but of course, it’s only fake annoyance. and jungkook knows it too, just by the way your mouth inevitably forms a knowing smile.

“shut up, jeon” you shut him down, your hand finding his face as he chuckles against it.

“oh, i wasn’t even talking,” he says, wetting his lower lips “it was all you, honey”

a grunt leaves you as he smirks at you, his words a not-so-subtle reminder of what happened just a few minutes prior; when he was between your legs, eating you out as if you were his last meal.

you didn’t even try to hide your obscene moans, jungkook purposely teasing you as he moved his skilful tongue against your cunt, alternating between bringing you closer to your edge and taking his mouth off of you, delaying your orgasm.

it wasn’t jungkook if he didn’t play with you before giving you everything you wanted; and you know that it wasn’t over. he never left you unfinished, not without making you come at least two times. and one always with his cock.

that’s why you slightly move away from his touch, brushing off the sheets from your body as you try to sit up on the bed.

“hey, hey” jungkook calls you, instinctively bringing an arm around your waist “where are you going?”

he knew exactly where you’re going. where you’re supposed to be. at your boyfriend’s house, hanging out with him and his friends.

it wasn’t your initial intention, that of meeting with your… you don’t even know how to call him. jungkook is many things to you: he’s a friend, perhaps a close one. he’s the type of person who you would call when you find yourself alone, and he always comes to help, no matter what. he’s everything a woman, or a man, could dream of. except, he’s also unavailable.

that’s what he told you after you tried countless times to set him up with your friends. ‘i’m just not looking for anything serious’ he told you many times, brushing off your attempts of matching him with someone.

so you wonder why, why did he end up hooking up with none other than you, his dearest friend. who just casually happens to have a boyfriend. the most boring, bland boyfriend that could exist, jungkook is sure of that.

he doesn’t understand how you could have fallen for that, why you would possibly find him attractive in any way. perhaps you didn’t, not seriously. because if you did, you wouldn’t cheat on him.

especially with jungkook.

“jungkook,” you call his name, trying to push his hand away. he hears the tone of your voice, not begging but not demanding either. it sounds almost frustrated, and that makes jungkook tighten his grip on you.

“don’t go,” he whispers against you, his forehead pressed against your arm. you can’t help gazing down at him, your expression faltering as he silently begs you not to leave him.

you sigh loudly at his words, not even trying to move away as he keeps you caged on his arms.

“i don’t even know why you’re still with him,” his voice is muffled, but you hear him clearly “i don’t think anyone does”

you scoff at his words, knowing exactly where this is going; you’re now used to it, hearing jungkook say that your boyfriend doesn’t deserve you. not as much as him.

“tell me, why do you even like him in the first place?” he asks bluntly, and you roll your eyes in response.

“he’s always been nice to me,” you try to come up with a reasonable response, but he just shakes his head at your weak attempt to convince him.

“that’s the bare minimum,” he replies “and by the way, i’m nice too. does it mean you let me fuck you because i’m nice? or… nicer than him, at least?”

he doesn’t hide the smirk plastered on his face, as his words hit you with the truth that you’ve been trying to deny it for god knows how long.

“i let you fuck me because you have a big cock, jungkook” you respond challengingly and he shakes his head in disbelief.

“you know what?” he asks suddenly, and you send him a questioning look “he is nice, after all. especially compared to you, who’s been busy being fucked hard by her friend instead of spending time with him.”

you don’t expect such crude words to come out from him, but who are you to deny them? you know you’re on the bad side, sneaking away with him instead of being with your boring boyfriend. but not even once you’ve felt guilty about it.

“but don’t worry,” he says, coming closer to you as he whispers in your ear “i enjoy fucking someone else’s girlfriend”

you feel yourself blushing at his words, his tone purposely lustful as a silent beg of convincing you to stay with him.

as if you would be able to stay away from him for too long.

“and if we stop?” you ask, a subtle attempt to tease him further.

but he simply chuckles at your question, giving you a knowing look. “oh baby,” he calls you with a seductive tone “i don’t even know if you can stop.”

you know he’s right, and he does too. how can you even think about stop seeing him, touching him, letting him do everything he wants to you?

your boyfriend has never touched you as jungkook does, so carefully yet so aggressively. he doesn’t know how to make you cum, let alone do it multiple times. he doesn’t know the parts of your body that shiver just at the mere touch. he doesn’t know how loud you can be when you reach your peak. he doesn’t know your body, not like jungkook does.

his words send shivers down your spine, eyes locked on his as he lets go of your waist, before placing a hand behind your neck. and with a slow, tempting motion, his lips find the sweet spot on your neck, a way to show that his words were, in fact, true.

you moan at his touch, feeling yourself getting wetter the more his lips graze your soft skin.

“kook…” you call him, but he shuts you down as his mouth finds yours unexpectedly. his lips feel rough against yours, still wet from how much your tongue grazed them.

a whine escapes you when you suddenly taste your own cunt on his tongue, the memories of him between your legs making you shiver in anticipation. he hums in appreciation when your tongue swirls against his, moving you down on the bed as he places himself on top of you.

you break the kiss to stare at his godly body, his hair framing his beautiful face as he looks down on you in awe.

“you like when i’m on top of you, baby?” he asks bluntly, and you respond with another kiss, bringing him down on you as he rolls his hips against your naked body.

he moans loudly as his hands move all over your figure, his calloused touch is not foreign anymore against the softness of your curves.

another whines escapes you as you feel the rough fabric of his boxers against your center, grinding against his hard member.

he chuckles against your lips at your eagerness, and without stopping kissing you, he brings his hand down, lowering his boxers. you hear the soft slapping sound of his cock against his abdomen, painfully hard, and starts grinding against your nakedness.

you both moan at the touch, his precum coating your pussy as his movements become more and more erratic. your hands grab his boxers, helping him to get rid of them completely, all without breaking the kiss.

only when you’re in need of air, you leave his lips, catching you breath as you match the movement of his hips. you look down at his aching cock, moaning shamelessly at the sight.

“yeah, you like that?” he says, noticing you staring down at his cock sliding up and down your pussy, that grows wetter and wetter the more he moves. he teases your entrance when you don’t respond, his head pressing against you making you whine loudly.

“jungkook!” you slightly jump at his action, and he chuckles at your eagerness.

he can’t help but stare at you in awe, so needy and perfect for him — as you’ve always been.

“you might be his girlfriend,” he says, slowly widening your legs even more “but you belong to me.”

he looks down on your perfect body, your glossy eyes and lips making him even harder as his hands graze your skin. he sits down a little, skilfully groping each part of your body.

“these perfect tits,” he grabs your chest, thumbs flicking your nipples as you moan at the stimulation.

“these beautiful hips,” he says, sliding his hands down your sides.

“these lovely thighs,” he messages the skin of your upper legs, admiring its softness.

“this fucking pussy,” he moans at the sight of your wet center, still slightly abused from his tongue as his eyes struggle to move away from it.

“this whole perfect body,” he kisses up from your clit, making you jolt slightly, to your lips “it all belongs to me.”

and before you could react to his words, you feel him position at your entrance, entering you in a slow, long motion. you can’t help the strings of moans leaving your lips, loud ‘huh’s echoing in the room as you try to accommodate his size.

he feels so big inside you, especially now that you’ve been squeezing him tighter than ever.

“fucking hell, baby” he moans, his head meeting your shoulder as he tries to compose himself from fucking you against the mattress.

after letting you adjust, he starts moving slowly, purposely angling his hips up to find your sweet spot as he moans loudly at your tightness.

“oh yes…yes, baby” he moans, more to himself. “this pussy feels so fucking good”

you moan at his words, squeezing him tighter as a silent beg to make him go harder. he knows your body too well to let it go unnoticed, immediately knowing what you’re asking for.

he sits down, his hands finding your hips as his movements start getting faster and harder, reaching deeper inside your pussy.

you can’t help the loud moans escaping you, your eyes rolling back as he hits your sweet spot over and over again. “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

he’s so focused on every single sound you make, as if they can make him even harder that he already was. “yeah, you like how that feels baby?”

you stare into his black eyes, as much as you struggle to do it you don’t wanna miss the way they stare at you with so much lust while yours depicts all the sinfulness. that of shamelessly cheating with your friend, knowing that you could never stop being obsessed with him, just as much as he’s obsessed with you.

“yeah keep looking at me like that” jungkook praises you, sending shivers right down your pussy.

“fuck, this pussy gets tighter and wetter baby” he moans as you squeeze him, not even in purpose anymore “it’s only this wet for me, right?”

you immediately nod at his words, your voice broken as you lamely try to answer. “y-yes – oh fuck!”

“mhmm,” he bites his lips, his hips never stopping their harsh movements “good girl”

the room is filled with your moans and his filthy words, alongside the rough sounds of your bodies slapping against each other.

one thing about having sex with jungkook is that it’s never a good fucking session without his nasty dirty talk, his appreciative words somehow making you cum faster.

and that’s how your orgasm approaches you, almost unexpectedly as his sinful mouth keeps showering you with dirty praises.

“yeah, keep taking it like a good girl”

“oh yes, such a naughty fucking girl”

“what a fucking cheating slut, enjoying this big cock behind your boyfriend’s back– fuck yeah!”

“just give this perfect pussy to me, just like that baby”

“you need this big cock all the time, do you baby? you fucking love it, my little slut”

his words only come to a stop when you let out a loud scream of his name, coming undone against his cock as your pussy spasms violently.

he moans in appreciation at the sight in front of him as your pussy squirts everywhere, on his cock, on his thighs, on his lower abdomen. he helps you prolong your orgasm, slapping his cock against your pussy as your body jolts at the overstimulation.

“jungkook!- stop, stop please…” you beg him, moving his cock away as he chuckles viciously at your fucked out state.

he kisses your chest, massaging your sides to calm you down as you catch your breath for the millionth time. “my good girl, squirting on my cock like that…”

you whine at his words, feeling his hard cock pressed against your belly; of course he’s still hard, you wonder how he still hasn’t exploded inside you with how much he’s been holding himself from coming.

“jungkook…” you call him, slightly rotating your hips against his cock to signal him to keep going, wanting to make him cum.

“baby, fuck…” he moans against your neck, grabbing your hips hard as he slips against your pussy. you suddenly feel the urge to have him inside you again, instantly grabbing his cock with one of your hands and bringing it to your entrance.

“waitwaitwait baby, are you sure?” he asks, unsure if you want to go at it again, probably too absorbed in the subspace to think straight.

“yes, i’m sure kook,” you say firmly, leaving a peck on his needy lips “fuck me hard,”you whisper on his ear, and he grunts at your demanding words.

“yeah? you want it harder?” he asks, bringing your knees to your chest.

your pussy looks even smaller like this, and he wastes no time in entering you, immediately finding a fast pace.

you loudly whine at how fast he’s moving, his eyes shutting tightly as he hums in appreciation. he goes crazy for the wet sounds of your pussy, that grows wetter as he keeps hitting your cervix.

your eyes widen as your mouth remains open, unable to keep your moans down as he keeps pounding you without any intention of slowing down.

sweat starts forming on his neck, the sight making you hornier as if he isn’t already the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on; and especially naked, you can’t help but notice how much he reminds you of a greek god, sculpted by the best master of the arts.

“can’t stop staring?” it’s almost admirable how he’s able to joke while being deep inside you, but you like it nonetheless; it makes sex more personal, more intimate somehow. or maybe it’s just jungkook that makes everything feel special.

you shake your head at his words, bringing him down by the back of his neck to kiss him tenderly. you can’t help but notice how his hips falter, matching the movement of your kiss as he hums against your lips.

his hips move slower, more sensually, as he focuses on kissing you and a sudden warmth engulfs you, making you shiver.

“mhm, baby…”

his moans get louder, needier, as his body slightly shakes against you — a signal that he’s about to come. you immediately put your arms around his neck, making him impossibly closer to your body.

“tell me i’m better than him,”

his words hit you like a truck, not expecting him to say them so bluntly. why does he have to remind you of your boyfriend when he’s deep inside you?

you’re too absorbed in pleasure to respond him right away, and that only enlightens him a fire you’ve rarely seen before in him.

“turn the fuck around,” he demands suddenly, his body leaving yours as he gives you space “you hear me? face down, ass up c’mon”

you immediately do as he says, a bit reluctantly as you don’t know what to except. he barely gives you time to position yourself as he slaps your ass, making you whine in surprise.

“god, you look so fucking sexy like this… ready to take me”

he spanks you again, the burning feeling making you hornier as he keeps massaging the roundness of your ass. you look back at him, noticing his cock against his lower abdomen, and you wish he could just stick it inside you.

“beg me to fuck you like this,” he demands, as if he just read your mind. “since you don’t want to talk, i’m going to make you do it the hard way”

he then grabs his cock, harshly teasing your pussy with his tip, making you involuntary push against him. he slaps you cheek again, a warning to use your voice.

“p-please jungkook…” you beg him, turning your head to look at him. “please, fuck me!”

he only stares at you with a smirk, his cock moving faster against your ass as he admires your glistening pussy. “yeah, you want me to fuck you like this? to prove you i can fuck you better than him?”

you’ve never proved him otherwise, so you wonder why he’s suddenly self-conscious about being better than your boyfriend… or maybe he’s just doing it for his own pleasure.

you don’t have time to respond before he harshly trusts his cock inside you, grabbing the soft flesh of your ass with his big hands. he wastes no time in sliding fast, reaching deeper the more he moves.

“oh god, yesyesyesyes” you moan out loud, your face pressed against the pillow as he keeps trusting.

“who’s better? who’s fucking better?” he repeats and you whine loudly in response, your pussy tightening.

he lets out a grunt at your pussy squeezing him, making him slap your ass again.

“you won’t answer me, huh?” he says, snapping his hips faster as you fail to respond once again, the pleasure too overwhelming.

you don’t remember the last time you’ve been fucked this good; jungkook has always been passionate during sex, but there is something carnal about this time. as if he’s fucking you as his life depends on it.

“since you won’t fucking talk,” he says, suddenly grabbing your hair, making you moan at the sudden action “come with me”

he manhandles you so swiftly, moving you from your current position to where he previously was, turning you around. that’s when your eyes meet your own, staring back at you through the mirror in front of the bed.

he’s not thinking about fucking you like this… right?

“now keep your eyes fucking open,” he says, whispering in your ear “and watch me fucking you better than he’ll ever do”

you stare at the way his body presses against you from behind, immediately entering you with a quick movement, his head rolling back in pleasure. you don’t realise how handsome he looks while fucking you from behind, praises leaving his lips as he stares at you from the mirror.

“fuck baby, look at yourself” he says, and you nod eagerly as whines leave your lips. although your eyes can’t stop staring at his body, his chest heaving up and down as his hips snap against yours.

the sight alone is enough to make you come closer to the edge, his dirty words making it harder for you to hold your orgasm.

his hips suddenly falter, slowing his movements as he slaps your ass again. “you’re about to cum, huh?” he asks, chuckling as if he already knows the answer.

you nod weakly, your ass slightly moving against him to make you cum faster. this time he spanks you harder, making you stop your movements as he grabs your hair, making you stand at his same height.

“don’t you dare cum,” he says harshly “not before you do what you were told”

and just like that, he starts fucking you again, pushing you down by your hips as your ass is up in the air. he moves faster, giving you little time to adjust to the new position as he shows no sign of restrain.

“jungkook!” you manage to moan, slapping sounds almost covering your voice.

“look at you, so helpless…” he says, looking at the mirror with a smirk on his face as he sees a tear rolling down your cheek, soon followed by others as pleasure takes you completely.

at this point, he doesn’t need to hear you say it. that he’s better than any other man, not just your boring boyfriend. but he craves it more than anything else — hearing you saying it out loud, clearly and without any doubt.

“jungkook, you’re so fucking good– fuck!”

he responds with a teasing ‘yeah?’, urging you to go on with a slap on your ass cheek.

“so fucking good… no one– fuckfuck right there!– fucks me like this!”

he mocks you with his laughter, keeping his pace steady as he feels himself coming closer to his peak — he just needs a little push, your push to make him come undone.

“no one?” he asks, his tone breathy.

“n-no one, ah!”

but that’s not enough, and you realise it as he turns your body around, bringing you to your back as he opens your legs wide. he reenters you quickly, his tattooed hand on your neck as he’s careful to keep your eyes on him.

“fuck, feel how hard i am,” he moans loudly “how fucking hard i am inside of you”

he’s close, you can feel it from the movement of hips, slightly faltering as he messily moves against you. you try to focus your watering eyes on his figure, and you purposely squeeze your pussy against him.

but you know what will make him come faster and harder.

“jungkook, fuck…” you moan, matching his movements as much as your limping body permits “you’re the best f– you’re better than everybody who’s ever fucked me!”

“better than everybody?” he asks, voice breaking as he anticipates the words he needs to hear so badly.

“yes, fuck!” you exclaim, a knowing smirk appearing on your fucked out face “better than my fucking boyfriend!”

you don’t miss the way his eyes roll back his head, hand tightening on your neck as his hips piston against you faster and faster, trying to reach his peak.

that’s all he needs to hear, you telling him that no one, especially your boyfriend you’re so keen on being with, is better at fucking you.

and without giving you time to process it, he cums inside you, emptying himself as strings of moans leave his sinful mouth.

and maybe it’s the way he’s been fucking you all this time, or how strangely close you feel to him in this very moment, but you find yourself coming on his cock once again, stimulating his orgasm even more.

you stare at him with teary eyes as he pushes his cum inside you even deeper, an habit he’s been having since the first time you let him fuck you raw.

his body falls heavily on yours, his head caged on the crook of your neck as your hand finds his hair, playing with them gently. he hums against your touch as he tries to catch his breath, his arms unconsciously caging you.

you’ve always cuddled after sex, jungkook himself being an overly romantic even with his fuck buddy, even if there were no feelings involved.

although you can’t help but pretend that your boyfriend wasn’t the one you left at home doing whatever he’s doing, but jungkook, whose arms feel more and more like home whenever you find yourself trapped in them.

and never, not even once, he lets you go easily, not before he silently demonstrates you that he’s, in fact, better than you boyfriend.

and not just at sex.

— do not copy, translate or post my writing on any other platform without my consent. written by jungqkook™

Promise of Tomorrow (Preview)

↳ Summary: With a myriad of responsibilities he had to take on at the young age of twenty, Jeon Jungkook never really had time for anything besides juggling several part time jobs to provide the wants and needs of his younger sister. Trivial things such as relationships and love were never his priority until he met you, the clerk at the hardware store, and instantly, he was smitten. But as your bond grows deeper and your feelings for one another have become more intense, you draw a line in which the both of you can never cross—for your tomorrows are already promised to another man.

↳ Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Jungkook x Clerk!Fem!Reader (feat. CEO!Yoongi)

↳ Genre: Angst | ↳ Type of fic: Oneshot

↳ Disclaimer: The story below the cut is fictitious only. It does not depict Jungkook or any of the other idols mentioned and featured in this story in real life. The author does not condone this type of behavior. Minors do not interact with this story. Ageless blogs will be blocked on the presumption that you are underaged. This story is based on the short story “Tong” by F. Sionil Jose with a few tweaks here and there. Background photo is not mine. All credits goes to this person.

↳ Warnings: None for the teaser. All warnings to be posted once the full fic is published. Generally, 18+ for mature themes such as smut, depiction of violence, and age gap relationships.

↳ Teaser Word Count: 822 | ↳ Release Date: May 2024

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━━ “In a perfect world, I’d kill to love you the loudest.”

Jeon Jungkook was not prepared for you. 

It began during one of the rotational brownouts happening in his neighborhood. With the staggering heat of the summer, the government had implemented rotational brownouts to keep the levels of electricity on normal. Hence, when the lights flickered in the ancestral house he inherited after his parents’ death, Jungkook didn’t think much of it. Then, when he looked outside, he saw that the other houses still had their lights on so he immediately concluded that there was something wrong. 

His hypothesis was proven to be correct when he hardly switched off the main switch before the line on the ceiling spluttered followed by instant darkness. Quickly putting on his boots, Jungkook drove on his motorcycle towards the electrical supply he passed by on the way to work. When he entered Jin’s Electrical Supply, the attraction was almost instant. 

In his thirty years of living, Jungkook had his fair share of meeting beautiful women. However, your beauty was something else. It was quiet—not the type that stood out among the crowd. But in the same breath, it was alluring that once you spotted it in the crowd, it was all you could think about. He still remembered what you wore on that hot April early evening—a white collared polo shirt, washed jeans, and white sneakers. 

He had been too stunned to speak that you had to ask him if he needed water due to the heat. It was only then that he collected himself and told you about his predicament. 

“You did the right thing by turning off the main switch,” you said in a professional tone that matched your serious expression. Jungkook found it extremely adorable. “You will need rubberized tape and a few fuses. I’ll go get them for you.” 

While you went to grab the items he needed, Jungkook placed his helmet on top of the glass countertop and decided to make a bit of conversation. He just felt an unfamiliar urge to know something about you—perhaps your name, but Jungkook didn’t want to come off as a creep. So, he settled with a safer question. 

“How long have you been working here?” 

You were coming down from the mini ladder after grabbing a box of fuse when you answered him. “I’ve been working here since I was twelve. Well, I guess the proper term at that age would be helping around. The owner is my uncle.” 

“Do you work here full time or do you have other jobs?” Jungkook asked as you opened the box and took a few fuses out. 

“I work here full time, sir,” you replied. Jungkook was caught off guard by your calling him “sir.” You seemed to be amused by his reaction and you followed it up with another remark that made him feel not-so-great. “I also attend the women’s university whenever I’m not working here.” 

Fuck, he thought to himself. He was a thirty-year-old man and here he was trying to get to know a college student. Probably the same age as his sister. 

“I see. That’s great,” Jungkook answered with an awkward laugh. 

You seemed to enjoy making him flustered, cheeks reddening with every second that passed by. “Do you know how to fix your problem, sir?” 

Jungkook didn’t know if he knew anything at that moment. He felt hot, not just from the heat but also from embarrassment. “I, uh, I, um, not really, no?” 

In hindsight, Jungkook did know how to fix his fuse. He learned many moons ago. 

“It’s rather simple. You just clean the wires, tape them individually, and make sure they never touch or meet, otherwise it will explode,” you explained, back to your professional tone. 

This made him calm down a little bit, able to pull a witty remark. “No touch, no fireworks. Got it.” 

You smiled, a genuine one this time, at his choice of metaphor. After writing him a receipt and telling him how much he owed, you handed him the piece of paper and paper bag. 

“Good luck with your electrical issue. If there’s anything you need, please stop by the store again,” you told him. 

Jungkook was about to thank you when an older gentleman with streaks of silver in his otherwise black hair came out of the backroom. He had told you to get ready to which you replied with a formal yes, addressing him as uncle as you bowed respectfully at him. In an instant, your rather light and even playful disposition were replaced with rigidness. 

“Thank you for your business, sir,” you said to him before following your uncle into the backroom. You didn’t look back. 

Jungkook left the store shortly afterwards. As he mounted his motorcycle, he looked at the receipt in his hand. He found it odd that your business still wrote receipts, but he didn’t mind one bit because on the signee, he learned your name. 

Kim Y/N.

━━ “I can never promise you tomorrow.” END