TEASER!!

TEASER!!

No One Likes Being Played ...

The family of three wrapped up their outing by returning home. Peanut rested her head on her mother's shoulders. She was tired, and running around the trampoline park was much more fun than anticipated. Her appa showed her how to do flips and all types of tricks. Then, after bouncing around for sixty minutes, she filled her belly with beef and rice noodles.

"Peanut you have a good day?" Jennette asked, walking into their house. Turning on the low lit lights, as not to fully wake up the drowsy toddler. It was thirty minutes out from Peanut's scheduled bedtime. It was enough time for Peanut to get her second bath of the day and read a short story.

Peanut didn't verbally respond to her mother but she moved her cheeks up and down her mother's shoulders. Jungkook went into the bathroom, running the warm water. Jennette undressed Peanut, placing the worn clothes in a hamper. Still clutching onto her mother's shoulders, Peanut didn't move much.

"Go decompress baby. I'll do the nighttime routine." Jungkook received the naked toddler in his arms. He made silly noises as he gently placed her in the tub. Peanut slapped her palms against the water. Drops of water collected around her face.

Jungkook squished the rubber duck, eliciting a sound that Peanut found hilarious. She laughed, showing her small teeth. Jennette closed the bathroom door, going into her bedroom. She threw herself backward on the bed. Eyes closing and reopening slowly. Her busy day catching up to her. She had do some shopping for Asia's upcoming birthday. So she went to the strip mall and looked around for an hour. She got her hair done, sitting in the salon chair for six hours getting her waist-length box braids. It was the summer and was time for her favorite summer style. Giving her natural hair a much-needed break.

Then of course she met up with Jungkook and Peanut for the family activity, which happened to be going to a trampoline park. It was a lot.

But it was fun.

She loved looking at her chunky baby's smile. Bouncing repeatedly, trying to keep up with her overgrown kid-like father. When looking at the two, it is obvious that Jungkook is Peanut's father. Her eyes were a direct copy of Jungkook's. She expressed her emotions with her eyes. They were the size of saucers when she was excited. They were almonds when she was being shy or bashful. And when she was having an attitude, she was notorious for cutting her eyes at someone.

She scrolled through her photo gallery. Liking pictures that she liked, to see, which she would send to Jungkook's parents. Since they were living in Busan, Jennette made a conscious effort to send pictures or videos of Peanut. It was almost an everyday occurrence. Just so that they could still be in their granddaughter's life.

Jungkook entered the bedroom. He had a similar look of tiredness but with a lighter tone. The front of his shirt was slightly damp, probably as an aftermath of bathtime with Peanut.

"Today was a good day."

"Yes it was."

"Peanut didn't even make it past the fifth page. Kiddo was tired." Jungkook laid beside Jennette. He loved days like this spending time with his family. The two most influential women in his life. He wished all his days could be like today. Spending the morning with Peanut, watching her play with her Barbie dolls. Her sassily tells Jungkook what she wants to wear for the day. To spend the evening with his lover. Taking cringy selfies together at the dinner table. To just lay in each other's presence. If he was lucky he could finish the night with some extra loving that only Jennette could give him.

Jennette's mind was furthest away from anything romantic. She pushed thoughts to the back of her mind, making their way to the forefront. The topic of marriage. The idea of moving forward, becoming something more.

It's been dancing through her mind for a while. She initially thought that it would have occurred by now. Back when she was still in her twenties, and definitely before Peanut arrived. She didn't necessarily have a timeline for her relationship with Jungkook.

But she didn't think it would take so long.

Six years passed, and she was still just Jungkook's girlfriend. Well technically, his baby momma. A technicality that she didn't like. Her relationship with Jungkook wasn't just some one-night hookup that resulted in a pregnancy. There was no lingering tension between parties, just two adults raising a child together. So many like Jennette opened their hearts and their bodies to men that they loved. Carrying and pushing out a child or two symbolizes that love. At any moment, they can be dropped.

She didn't believe it took six years to know if you wanted to marry someone. The old her would have cut her losses and moved on, but Jungkook was different. He wormed his way into her heart. His heart was genuine. He wasn't thinking with his dick. Letting lust or physical attraction lead his actions. It was obvious that he led with his heart. Jennette loved him. Her family loved him, her friends loved him. Yet it seemed that wasn't enough. Six years in with no sight of marriage.

The past year or so had been calm. Jungkook's boxing schedule had calmed since he officially moved into the professional league. His fights were more sparse, but the payout was double what he got at the old gym. He was able to spend more time at home with his family. Now would be the perfect time to propose and continue on with the next step.

"Jungkook," Jennette started, nerves slowly getting the best of her. She was putting herself in a vulnerable position. "Do you ever think about our future?"

"Yes, always." He gently rubbed her hip. "I love our life together. I don't want it any other way. Why?"

"We've had six beautiful years together. We were friends, became lovers, and birthed a beautiful baby girl. Not to sound ungrateful or anything. I just can't help but wonder..."

"About?"

"Getting married. Making our family official." Jungkook took Jennette's hand in his. Pressing a sweet kiss to her knuckles. His eyes never left hers.

"I love you, Jeanie. I love you and Peanut with my whole being. This family is official. It was official when Peanut was born."

Jennette was disappointed. She sighed harder than she wanted to.

"It is, but don't you think we're ready for the 'next'?"

"We are. I just want to make sure that everything is right. I don't want to rush."

"How long have you been thinking about this?" Jennette released another sigh.

"About four years ago."

"Four years ago!?" Jungkook was gobsmacked. "Baby! Why'd you wait so long to tell me."

"Ironically for a similar reason you just said. It just didn't seem like the right time. You were under so much pressure from boxing. I didn't want to add onto it. And then, we found out about Peanut."

"Jeanie, I wish you told me sooner."

Jennette continued to explain, finding it difficult to keep eye contact with Jungkook. She rested her eyes upon a family picture on her side of the bed.

"I just don't want to be just a 'baby momma'. All of the women in my family were married, THEN they had kids. I can't help but feel as if I did my life backward."

Jungkook furrowed his brows, sensing the weight of her words.

"You aren't just a baby momma to me, though. You are my lover. I love you. I know I haven't proposed, but it's not because I don't see you as wife material. Quite the opposite."

Jungkook reassured Jennette. She gave a slight smile. Jungkook was always good at comforting. He always knew just what to say. It was one of the many things she loved about him.

Interjecting in the moment, she heard her mother's voice. A conversation that took place shortly after to told her parents about her pregnancy.

Love is one thing, but securing a life together is another. Don't get stuck and settle for something less."

She didn't want to admit that her mother's words might be coming true. Had she been settling? Had she been content with her status of 'girlfriend'.

Was she stuck?

"You know I don't just want this for me. Well, at least not anymore. I want Peanut to have a family that's officially hers. I want our relationship to bring security in her life."

Jungkook pulled Jennette closer to his body. Her face was now a mere inches away from hers. His hand draped across her hips. She placed a kiss on her forehead.

"When the time is right."

The sentence shouldn't have triggered her as it did, but she couldn't help it. What was he running away from? She removed herself from Jungkook's arms. A knot formed at the bottom of Jungkook's stomach. He felt as if he had just chosen the incorrect dialogue option.

"I've been patient for six years. Six amazing years. Six long years. 'When the time is right', I don't know if I can wait that long. Giving myself hope for something that may never happen."

Jungkook sat up on his elbow. That romantic conclusion he was hoping for long gone. Jennette stood up in front of the foot of the bed. Frustration laced her tone. But she internally chanted a mantra to calm herself down.

"What are you saying?"

"I can't, wait possibly another six years for you to gather the courage to take the next step with me. I can't."

"I'm not asking you to do that Jeanie. And one day I will marry you. I swear on my life that I will. I just want it to be perfect for you and Peanut. I don't want us to rush into things and later come to find out that you regret it. It'll crush me."

"But I'm okay with imperfections. I want decisiveness. I want you to claim me. I want you to claim me to the world. I want to be your wife, for you to be my husband."

Jungkook didn't respond.

"I need to know that these six years will lead to somewhere. That we aren't letting feelings and comfort keep us coasting through life."

The knot of anxiety was transforming into a boulder. Flaring in the pit of his stomach. The fear of losing his family becoming more and more real. It was taking him to a place he didn't want to remember. His childhood. Feeling powerless and out of control. Like he was forced to watch this nightmare just unfold. He needed to remember those breathing techqniues that his mother taught him.

"It will. I promise. I'll make it right, I just need more time."

Jennette shook her head 'no'. Her lips pressed against each other.

"We can't get time back. I need to know if you will take this step with me." She was more forceful with her response. Her heart and her mind pulled in opposite directions.

Her brain knew that she was long overdue for a proposal. The longer she stayed, the harder it would be to leave. No matter how she looked at it, six years was too long.

Her heart, wanted to nuzzle in bed with Jungkook. Telling him that she loved him, and that she would always love him.

"I think we should spend some time apart." She didn't want to make a rash decision in the heat of the moment. Maybe a break was what they both needed. Perhaps this was what their relationship needed. A pause. A moment to reflect.

"Jeanie- no."

"I don't want to give you an ultimatum, Jungkook. That's not fair. But in the same breath it's not fair for me to keep spinning in circles. A break could give us time to figure this out."

Reality was sinking in. Time was moving in slow motion. He could hear every heartbeat thump in his head. Like his heart was hitting his ribcage and cranium at the same time. His salvia was thicker. Throat dry. Fingertips tingly.

"We can work through this. I don't want a break. I- I can't lose you."

"I just need clarity."

With that Jennette turned away from Jungkook. She pulled out a large duffle bag. Taking clothes for herself and for Peanut. Jungkook watched Jennette packing in horror. Disbelief takes over his body. He simply couldn't comprehend what had happened.

A break? She wants a break. Those words struck fear into his heart. Him and Jennette would never be over. He wouldn't allow it. He'd swallow glass before choosing to break up.

"I don't want you to leave." His voice was strained.

Jennette momentarily paused. But she remained firm in her position. This break was to benefit both of them.

"Don't we both deserve to be sure about our future?"

The question lingered in the air. Jungkook watched helplessly as the woman he loved packed to get away from him. Even for just a limited time, the hurt was settling in his chest. For the first time in forever, he wasn't sure what the future held. It wasn't a guarantee that Jennette would come back to him.

At the end of this break, she could decide to leave his ass in the dust. Taking Peanut with her. He hated how negative his thoughts were becoming. He needed positivity and reassurance.

His anxiety was surging, an unbelievable level of panic gripped his heart. He was struggling to find the words. Like he was being submerged underwater. No oxygen. No Jennette. There was a storm brewing in his chest.

His breathing was erratic. He clutched his chest, noting that each breath was becoming shallower. Jennette moved throughout the room, getting plenty of necessary items. Packing extra, as she was unsure how long this break was going to be.

He wanted to alert Jenentte about the impending anxiety attack he was getting ready to have. Yet he was mute. Nothing was coming out, even though he wanted to, like his throat was constricting. He was suffocating in silence. He needed to get a grip.

Barely able to get out of bed, Jungkook's legs lost energy. He sank quietly onto the ground. He was paralyzed by the panic. His hands reached out to Jennette, but her back was to him. His mind provided him vivid imagery of a life without Jennette. His thoughts were torturing him.

If this temporary separation has him acting like this, then surely a permanent separation would end him. It wouldn't be able to survive something like that. In a desperate gasp, Jungkook heaved. The sound catching Jennette's attention.

His unusual silence struck Jennette as odd. She looked over her shoulder to find Jungkook on the ground. A panic of her own encompassed her as she rushed to his side.

"Wha- What's happening?" She kneeled beside him.

He couldn't speak full sentences. Only getting out a singular phrase. "Don't go." He repeated it. Jennette rubbed his jaw. She could feel how tense he was. A wave of guilt rushed over her.

"I'm sorry bug."

She was the one setting them along this path. The one with uncertainty. She was tearing apart her happiness. Hoping that, in the end their mutual love for each other would bring them together.

{ Not an attack on single parents or couples with children who are unmarried. But I think we can all agree six years is LONGGGGG}

Get to know yourself 🩰

the key to confidence is knowing yourself and what you want. so here are some tips for you to start embracing and knowing yourself ♡

find your "aesthetics" or start presenting yourself the way you would like to.

there are a lot of styles you could get inspo from, and feel the best in. I want you to not put yourself in one box of an aesthetic like "I like coquette, so I will forever wear things like it". sure! you can do it if you feel like this is the style that suits you most, but if you feel like expressing yourself more than in one go for it! there is no way you have to pressure yourself to fit in one category just because people or you won’t be "confused". you are you by wearing pink dolly dresses with grey hoodies and cargo pants.

find hobbies and stand strong by them

try many different things which you will enjoy. books, movies, knitting, writing, journaling, self care and the list goes on. do not listen to anyone saying that it’s "weird" or "doesn’t suit you". this is what will make you , you! never let go of beautiful things that make you happy. even if you like collecting dolls at the age of 16 (like me) and society tells you it’s child’s hobby, so be it. hobbies do not have an age range bc with the same logic they could say "knitting if for grandmas".

journal

find some promts on pinterest and write , write , write

start being comfortable with yourself or when you’re alone

realize that you are that person who’s funny , charming, smart, INTERESTING. a lot of us are uncomfortable with being alone and have the need to always meet someone. now don’t get me wrong, you have to meet people! do not by any means isolate yourself but forcing yourself to meet just because you don’t like being all alone is wrong. Imagine going on dates where you go to YOUR favorite restaurant, order YOUR favorite food, buy YOURSELF the prettiest flowers. why don’t you like being with yourself if you and your body knows all your favorite things , and offer a lot than anybody could ? my advice for you to is go out on single dates , sit in your home and read a book, or even in silence just with yourself. and you will realize a lot more about yourself. trust me you’re going to love it <3

set goals and make promises to yourself , work on them

these are essential things that will help you trust yourself more. I want you to remember that everything in your life is success. even if it’s not "perfect" it’s yours! and that’s what should matter the most. keep growing and teaching yourself.

- ♡

strawberry kisses 🍓⊹｡ෆ | JJK (18+)

♡chapters: one / two / three / four / drabble♡

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❥pairing: badboy!jungkook X virgin!reader // black!reader

❥genre: acquaint. to lovers AU, university AU, angst, drama, smut

❥summary: Jungkook is notoriously known as a f^ckboy who doesn’t eat p^ssy, until he finally gets alone with you…

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❥!!warnings!!: very descriptive virgin talk, reader is a ‘pure’ virgin [hymen], ‘virginity’, ‘v-card’, being scared about sex, eventual slight yandere jungkook, allusions to unsafe decisions and past toxic relationships [PLEASE ADHERE❣️]

❥other warnings: oral fem receiving, fingering, heavy petting, exhibitionism, sex sex sex on reader’s mind 24/7, plotting, princess nickname, fuckboy AND badboy jungkook⭐️, stoner jungkook, weed, alcohol, jungkook’s an undercover munch okay, and some shit he says and thinks is very vulgar, light choking, brown coochie desc [cause yeah tee hee], ‘strawberry’ used a lot, first time experiences, grunge/2000s vibe for their appearances and setting, grunge hottie with a y2k babe🎀

❥word count: 10.8k

-inspo: gif from btsjkgifs on tweet

-jungkook’s weed playlist: so high- dc | party girls- jeremih ft ludacris | into it, swim- chase atlantic | in for it remix

-author’s note: I finally got an actual virgin fic started cause I feel like phony virgins or determined virgins don’t get much show time in fics. Usually they’re shy and innocent, but I wanted insert to be that AND very set on what she wanted. I think it’s more realistic this way with how I wanted Jungkook’s character to compliment hers. Plus, I already did a corruption style type for Angel.

I hope you enjoy this and look forward to the next part! I can’t wait to finish 💗

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Jungkook was not the best influence on you.

In just a few months, you skipped more classes than you ever had in your academic life, started going to parties, dabbled in a harmless drug, and got stuck with a needle and ink for your first tattoo that signified this phase.

The stick-n-poke Jungkook did on your thigh wasn’t going to last forever—just as you suspected the friendship. It was lined perfectly though, as he was secretly artistic and a perfectionist.

It felt intimate, since you’d done one on him as well. A spider with a jagged abdomen and seven legs was hidden amongst his growing tattoo sleeve... He didn’t get it. Why you chose a sneaky arachnid as the symbol you saw fit for him, you mean. But he laughed and taunted you about your childish drawing skills, admiring your focused face as you carefully poked across his skin that night by the lake.

In your mind, Jungkook was the spider in your tame and boring life when the friendship started. Dangerous and cunning. You, the curious butterfly—like the ink on your thigh—that got too close to his web. All the hang outs and late nights were him spinning you in silk, around and around until he finally had you stuck and unmoving. He wouldn’t strike unless you moved first to get away.

Then he’d take what he wanted.

And you’d let him.

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The sexual tension between you and Jeon Jungkook was too high to ignore it.

But what did anyone expect to come from a blossoming friendship between a ran-through fuckboy with an attitude problem and a phony virgin.

There were lots of lingering touches and kisses and heavy petting to the point that was all you could think about instead of college work. You were more worried about having Jungkook balls-deep inside you rather than your next exam, experimenting on smoking weed or hitting his vape pen with him until morning.

Despite how fucked up he is, he’d been hooked on your mind since the day you met him. He was the one in all black with the tattoo sleeve, the piercings on his face, and a dark gaze that told you he wanted to do really bad shit to you.

Yeah. That guy.

Notorious badboy who lives faithfully by an “I don’t eat pussy” motto that doesn’t deter him from fucking anyone because he’s just that damn delicious to look at. He likes to get his dick wet with no strings attached and no promised special treatment in return.

Maybe it’s a bit misogynistic that he’ll gladly receive head and won’t give it, but he started lining up too specifically with your sexual desires, so you stayed around.

See, Jungkook keeps to himself. He’s a hit-it-and-quit-it, but his hookups are only known because they brag about how big and good of a fuck he is. Surely, he’d just give you the dick and leave. He wouldn’t boast about gaining another body nor would he name drop. Your not-so-innocent deed would remain a secret.

You’ve kissed quite a few guys up until junior year, some nerds that weren’t too shy to stick their tongue down your throat in the back of the campus library, but no one’s gotten far. Hell, Jungkook hasn’t gotten that far himself. Fondling you through your bra is nothing compared to the many girls he’s banged into oblivion.

Nonetheless, the asshole respects your boundaries. He can get real sex whenever he wants. You’re just a fun filler in-between his other hookups, a girl playing hard to get. He enjoys kissing on the cute, shy babe he sits next to in a math class he barely attends. Gets a thrill out of calling you princess to tease you, because he doesn’t know your real name.

What Jungkook also didn’t know was that you were undeniably on the same wavelength as him. Just in a sugarcoated format. You liked to play. You liked to kiss and touch and feel up on another body… But you were still the doe-like glint in your eyes that your makeup couldn’t shield, the timidness in your step that the cuff of your ass in your mini skirts and your cleavage couldn’t distract.

A virgin. With a very real v-card.

And okay, you get it. Jungkook has got to be the worst option to take it. Even now as you gaze at him he’s wickedly attractive, sporting a vintage band tee and a studded belt because his waist is too slutty to hold up his cargo jeans. His hair has grown into a mullet that fits his wild lifestyle and his sculpted face, curling around his neck where faded hickeys someone else has done stain his honey skin.

He’s a walking red flag.

But you can make your own rash decisions.

Jungkook gets to be so fucking easy and the epitome of a typical fuckboy. Why couldn’t you let this one thing happen for once and for all?

He’d do this quickly, too. Take you hard and fast when you tell him you want it. You’ve heard he fucks like a rabbit, so it’d go smoothly. No questions. Only two bodies bumping against each other to get their fill. Well, you wouldn’t know what the fuck you were doing, but he should be too selfishly horny to notice...

“Princess.”

His voice alone brings a plethora of goosebumps to your skin. You blink out of your dangerous state of mind as he blurs back into view.

“Hm?” You respond.

Jungkook smugly grins, dimples popping in his cheeks as his tongue teases the hoop in his bottom lip. He’d been fixated on you as you spaced out. You hadn’t answered his question for a full minute.

So he repeats himself. “I asked why you were soaking wet when I haven’t done anything to you…?”

“O-Oh.” You realize his hand is indeed up your skirt, the other pressing your hips to the door of your dorm room. You can’t remember the walk here or all the flirting done at the frat party to lead up to this. Clearly, you aren’t as calm as you told yourself you would be when Jungkook brought you to your demise.

It doesn’t help how odd and out of place he looks inside your hyper feminine dorm room either—pink decor, Sanrio plushies, and your strawberry perfume permeating the air in a thick cloud. He’s the only dark theme in your room, intruding the soft-core space with his mysterious aura and the smell of smokey cologne and weed.

There isn’t much talk about your girly decoration though, as Jungkook is eager to have you around his dick and invade your bedsheets with the scent of him. You’d been bold enough to finally take him to the women’s dorms you stayed in, sneaking him through the back door he knew all too well. Per university code, he was down to get fucked. You figured he’d understand what this meant you wanted from him…

Jungkook is rough as he presses his body closer, the passionate wetness of his tongue on your neck and the grip on your hips is nothing you’ve experienced before. You like that he’s not going slow, but the raw, carnal desire is terrifying.

Especially when you feel what he’s working with in his cargos. It grows heavier as his hands travel around your waist to underneath your skirt, grabbing handfuls of your ass and teasing the little thong you decided to slip on earlier. He goes as far as rubbing you right where his experienced fingers know your entrance would be, and, fuck, it feels so much different with having someone else in control of your pleasure.

You feel your panties getting stickier than ever at the mere fact that he’s warming you up for the inevitable. How quickly drenched he’s made you and the noise that escapes when he finds a sensitive spot on your skin. You moan his name, gripping his hand to get a sense of reality.

The fuckboy groans back, stopping to look at you. You can’t believe you’ve chosen death himself over the sweet, kind guy who’s been trying to get with you all month. Brandon would have been all lovey about this… but Jungkook is going to murder you. Specifically, your insides.

He knows it, too, with how he smirks at your flustered expression and panting lips. It makes you nervous that you’ve gotten this far, and you’re back to your shy, timid self when you think about what’s to come next. You’re so close to flaking and leaving him with a hard on once again, but you want this.

So you take it upon yourself to kiss him. It’s barely a peck, and you end up brushing his silver hoop piercing more than his rosey lips. His tongue flicks out to lick the residue of strawberry gloss you left on the corner of his mouth, and Jungkook becomes lost in the flavor of you.

He tilts your chin up and kisses you back.

It’s not gentle or polite like the one you gave him. His tongue demands dominance as soon as your lips touch, his muscle smoothing over the flesh of yours which has you thinking of badder things than tongue kissing. It’s sloppy and urges your hands all over each other, your hips flush together, Jungkook’s legs hitting the edge of your bed, and you nearly falling on top of him.

The way your hips begin grinding on him is so alluring... You’re such an enigma to him right now—as if you weren’t already—that he’s determined to use this opportunity to finally have what’s between your legs.

You become a bit more aggressive since you’re trying to keep up with Jungkook’s tempo and not get him bored, but you can’t help but feel anxious when he cups your chest, breaking the kiss to ogle the cleavage of your lace bra underneath your top. You go to move away, but he yanks you back down on his lap.

“Are you getting all shy on me again?” He whispers. “It’s nothing I’ve never seen before, princess.”

True… but you’ve never been naked in front of anyone else. Your fairy lights aren’t dim enough, and you didn’t think it’d be taking this long to get pounded. This is too intimate.

However, Jungkook is quick to divert your attention by rolling over on top of you. Your skirt rides up with the movement, and he gets a glimpse of delicate, pink panties decorated with a tiny bow. That hug your pussy like a present ready to be unwrapped. They correlate with your bra, too, and Jungkook heavily believes in matching sets gracing him with the best pussy he’s ever had. You’re so done for.

Jungkook admiring how the baby pink contrasts beautifully against your brown skin forces your legs shut in fear. You had worn the lingerie for him, but you didn’t expect staring. Where is his urgency to put his dick in you?

Apparently, nowhere to be found as he follows you further back on your bed, eyes curious and enticing, sizing you up. He hovers over you when your pillows and plushies make it impossible to go further, the skull pendant on the silver chain around his neck dangling in your face.

You clearly want this, otherwise you wouldn’t have said what you said at the party or sent those texts all last night. You’re just too shy to go for what you want, and Jungkook finds it adorable. He chuckles at how skittish and scared you’re being, trying to calm your nerves with some humor.

“What are you, a virgin?” He asks.

It’s a joke. At first. Until you bite down on your tongue and avoid his eyes for a second, unable to maintain your faux confidence any longer.

Jungkook freezes.

Shit.

“No way…” he mumbles, looking at how sexy you are laid out underneath him. It seemed he was contemplating on dipping or not giving an ounce of a fuck that you had never done this before.

He’s suddenly conflicted on how you’ve gotten this far undetected. It makes sense when he reminisces about your bashful antics and you pushing him away before things get too far, but he thought of it as simply respecting that you have boundaries no matter the reason. He just never thought it was because you were… untouched.

Jungkook doesn’t do virgins as much as oral. It’s laughable to find out he’s been played along by a phony virgin the whole time.

“Were you trying to hide it from me?” He tsks, tilting his head down at you. “Cute.”

Your lips are shut together, as you don’t know how to answer, because, yes, you have been hiding your virginity from him. It’s not wrong… but maybe it isn’t so right to have him obliviously deflower you.

He doesn’t make a big deal out of it though, instead waiting on you to speak. So you don’t want to make a big deal out of it either, trying to brush it off.

“A-Are you still gonna…?”

“No, I’m not gonna fuck you,” Jungkook says as he leans in. Your chest hitches when his palm rests on your thigh.

“I’d rip you open, princess…” He mumbles softly, round nose nudging with yours. “You’d probably bleed all over my cock, fuck…”

Weirdly, you were not put off by that. He could tell by how your eyes practically sparkled that you were into it… His jeans feel tighter.

“Unless you want me to?”

You swallow. Unable to say it, but begging to be split in half in your head.

“Such a freak,” Jungkook murmurs. He’s heard quiet girls were the freakiest, but, damn, you were taking the cake.

The room grows quiet, and Jungkook moves as if he’s about to free you from his grasp, leave you high and dry like you’d done to him plenty before, but you’ve gotten too close to spend another night fantasizing about what he’d do to you if given the chance.

You grip his bulging forearm. “C-Can you kiss me?”

Making out has got to be so lackluster to him now, but he doesn’t hesitate to do as you ask. Fitting his mouth to yours is like second nature, the sweet oil of your gloss something he’d never say no to and how your bottom lip pricks between his teeth because he can’t help but to bite.

You mewl right into his lungs, hands roaming up tattooed skin to cradle his neck. His erection bumps against your thigh as he shifts to kiss down your throat again, and you realize that this isn’t actually going to stop when Jungkook starts sucking the tops of your breasts. When his lips meet your belly button, wavering over the sliver of skin between your skirt and cropped shirt.

Jungkook has been waiting as long as you to fuck each other. Is he really going to let your virginity be a deal breaker?

You smell like strawberries again tonight, followed by a hint of cocoa and marshmallow that has Jungkook wanting to stick his nose to every inch of your body and just breathe. You smell so fucking edible to the point that he wants his tongue running all over your melanated skin, too. He doesn’t notice that he’s kissing down your inner thigh until you gasp.

“What are you doing?” You ask nervously, blinking down at him.

He’s quiet for the moment he takes to stare up your skirt, at how your pretty, pink panties is nothing but a string of ruined fabric covering your swollen pussy now. You drip right through the lace and onto his fingers when he rubs you.

“Really wanna taste you,” Jungkook says, barely loud enough for you to hear over the thumping in your chest.

Your throat is too dry to say anything when his eyes flick to yours. He grips your knee to push your legs further apart, getting on his to sit up and lean over you again.

You don’t expect his hand to fall to your neck, thumb brushing your lips as his other palm squeezes your breast. You grab his wrist when he applies some pressure, thinking he’s going to choke you to death, but he just smirks at your doe-eyed expression.

“Princess… I trust that you’ll keep this pretty mouth shut.”

Oh. Right. He didn’t go down on his hookups. Or maybe he tells other girls this same thing, to keep hush about it.

At least all of your efforts wouldn’t be wasted. So you nod with his thumb on your tongue. “O-Okay.”

Jungkook hums at your compliance before reaching for your skirt and telling you to “lift up”. You do as he says and allow him to begin undressing you, your body shivering in anxiety when he throws your skirt on the floor and grips the band of your underwear next. You inhale a deep breath and lift up again, Jungkook’s eyes glazing over at the thick strings of wetness that have pooled in your panties as he drags them down your legs.

The fuckboy isn’t a stranger to getting his partners excited. He knows he has a face that can get anyone soaked. But this? He wouldn’t last for shit.

Jungkook likes it super wet and super tight. From all the women he’s fucked, not every girl feels the same. Virgins have been a big no-no in his sex life, but now he’s rethinking everything he’s ever stood for at a mere glimpse of how wet you are and how your hole looks like it can’t even take his fingers.

He’s about to put his mouth on you for fuck’s sake. This is exactly why he’s avoided your kind.

And you, in particular, are extremely dangerous. Playing as if you’ve had experience the whole time this has been going on, plotting this whole night out from suggesting meeting up at the party and coming back to your dorm. It doesn’t take much to notice that you’re completely hairless and smooth everywhere, too. Skin glowing like you took all morning prepping for a proper dick appointment.

Jungkook isn’t complaining. It’s hot that you dolled yourself all up for him in hopes of getting your v-card taken. Wanted to look like the princess he calls you when he takes you. Which you do.

Fuck, you look like the prettiest pillow princess ever as Jungkook lays on his stomach and yanks your hips closer to his face. You shyly glance up at your fairy lights, becoming embarrassed when he spreads your thighs wider and you can feel your pussy lay out for him. You don’t think you can muster eye contact during this, but you notice Jungkook’s eyes taking in your face and your princess parts without a care in the world.

There’s browns and flushed, dark pink hues that has him biting at his lip piercing in sweltering anticipation, and he’s so damn eager to put his mouth there that he doesn’t think twice about what he’s doing and goes with his instinct to lick. You squirm in response, catching a squeal in your throat at the foreign sensation. Jungkook, on the other hand, is already following up with another lick between your folds and then another…

You taste so sugary, and the way your juices are sticking to his tongue in webs makes him wish he’d eaten you out sooner. His blunt nails dig deeper into your thighs as he pushes his face closer so that his nose bumps with your clit. You begin whimpering, and it’s the perfect motivation to get you further.

Your cunt feels uncomfortably slick, but the tingling and tightening in your core that Jungkook is gracing onto you feels too good. You doubt that he’s never done this before; He’s eating you like it’s his craft. All while looking like—the devil.

His face is perfect for pussy eating, hell, face riding even. There’s no way no one else hasn’t witnessed his cheeks flushing, his furrowed eyebrows and rough tongue as if he’s angry as hell… The fluffy mess upon his head tickling your thighs.

You can’t bring yourself to touch it. You can’t believe someone’s pleasuring you and enjoying it. To keep yourself sane, you bury your face into your pillows and promise to not look down. Your moans are already as humiliating as you thought they would be, you can’t imagine your facial expressions.

But Jungkook finds your noises sweetly airy and sensual, desperate, but sexy. Your shaking legs and how you’re gripping the sheets, too, indicates that he’s treating you right. Gliding his tongue at a rhythmic pace, changing it up for a few seconds to nibble and swirl here and there. He doesn’t think he’s doing it correctly although you’re clenching like crazy.

Licking on pussy he hasn’t been in is so out of his character, but “you taste so fucking good” is all that passes through his swollen lips when he pulls away to catch his breath. You’re adorably hiding behind a Hello Kitty plushie, equally out of breath but able to hum at Jungkook’s compliment.

He doesn’t mind your shyness, which he’d expect from a virgin in the first place, but now he wants to see you lose it. Lose all your composure, rut against his face to get off. Cum. You’ve probably never had an orgasm before.

He proves himself right when he touches your slit with his fingers. You jump as if it’s foreign, too, and your cunt slicks up even more when he brushes your entrance. Jungkook’s rubbed you over your underwear a couple of times before, more so to tease, but it’s clear you haven’t had your own fingers down here to do real work.

So he wraps his lips around your puffy clit, sucking as he sticks his middle finger in your pussy to give you more pleasure… but then realizing he can’t go far or even curl his fingers how he wants because you tense up and—

“You still have a fucking hymen?”

Jungkook was partially kidding about popping your strawberry. He thought that was a traditional myth, or that nowadays many virgin women didn’t always have hymens for natural reasons. He figured you would just be a tight fit. Not that he’d have to actually break you in… To his luck, you keep surprising him.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” you mumble, pulling the Hello Kitty plushie down far enough for him to see your eyes. “I told you I was a…”

“Yeah, as in you haven’t had sex before,” Jungkook responds, tone nearing annoyed as he retracts his finger, careful to not tear you. “Not as in you’re some type of pure virgin bullshit.”

You sit up as he moves from in between your legs, your ears burning at how his lips are glistening from your mess. You hug your knees to your chest and use the plushie to cover yourself as he gets up from the bed.

There’s no way he’s leaving you.

“Jungkook—“

But he’s already made it out the door of your dorm, slamming it shut.

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Not that he contacted you much before, but Jungkook doesn’t message you for the next week. Not even to get high with him or go to the lake.

It’s a different type of silence between you both with knowing what happened, and you kind of expected it to go down like this after he got a piece of you anyways, to completely ignore you after getting what he could. It sucks that you didn’t get fucked how you imagined, or got to experience a first orgasm, though another experience to jot down in your diary was still a win.

It’s strangely made you confident that you’ve been half naked in front of another man, especially a seasoned fuckboy like Jungkook. If you can have him on your bed like that, then imagine how down bad you’d have your other option—Brandon.

Jungkook’s easy, but you know Brandon’s been trying to hit at you for a while. You could get him to fold with the snap of your fingers. He’s already so flirty and preoccupied with you as the umpteenth party of the semester goes on, him sticking to your side like a lovesick puppy and paying for your fruity cocktails with his daddy’s money.

You can’t be too stuck up on Jungkook when plenty of men have a dick, and, after all, your v-card can’t be much harder to get rid of. You wouldn’t give up a good time with Brandon.

He’s a popular senior with brown skin, dark hair, a bright smile, and gorgeous, hazel eyes. Very cute and lean since he plays varsity soccer. He’s not in a lot of mess with girls, but everyone knows he gets heavy play outside of the field.

Plus, Brandon is the son of some wealthy businessman. He doesn’t need to do much to pull any thirsty bitch, but you’ve been making him work for it. Other girls want to date and marry into his rich family; You just want his dick and maybe that roll of money he keeps unbundling for you.

Brandon can’t possibly suspect you’re a virgin with how you’re feeding into his teasing and teasing right back, knocking out drink after drink and giggling at everything he says. This is the longest you’ve engaged with him outside of class, so you hope you’re giving off that you’re interested in sleeping together, despite the shy and introverted persona you have.

The soccer player seems to understand your reciprocated desire though as he gets touchier and leans in to whisper how good you smell and how sexy you look—because, when has a mini skirt ever failed? But you catch the big, brown eyes of someone across the floor.

Staring.

Jungkook.

You look away first, as he has no shame in letting you know he’s watching you. While sitting between two girls that were practically on top of him.

Urgh. The nerve to glare at you when he’s been walking past you on campus without a word all week… Asshole.

“Did you want another drink?” Brandon asks, rubbing your arm at the sudden change in your facial expression. You like that he doesn’t meddle in who you might’ve seen and offers more poison.

“Yeah, sure,” you tell him. The alcohol has loosened you up quite a lot, but you can still remember the shit that has you pressing yourself to Brandon, so you down another, thankful that your mind gets fuzzier.

It only lasts for a few minutes before you’re reminiscing the other night, Jungkook’s hand on your throat, his tongue in your pussy, and what could’ve been if you weren’t a virgin. You want to say ‘fuck him’ out loud and forget about it and him in general. But you glance back over to where you’d noticed him to see he’s leaving the party. Alone.

Making quick eye contact with you through the crowd. It speaks for itself.

Fine… Let’s talk then.

You step back from the kitchen counter as you set your cup down. “I-I gotta go.”

Brandon chuckles, although he’s not happy about losing his piece of ass. “Want me to drive you back?”

“I drove,” you say, wielding your Sanrio charm decorated keys from your wrist wallet. “But thanks.”

“You can’t drink and drive,” he claims, and within the second of him pulling you back into him, he snatches your keychain. “I can get you back to your dorm, ________.”

“I can drive fine, not drunk,” you mumble. He’s right, you shouldn’t drink and drive, but you’re going to see someone who you trust more to be inebriated around. “Can you give me my keys?”

Brandon pockets them and shrugs. His nonchalant attitude shift is different than how he approaches you in class. “How about we go upstairs to chill before you go? You’re not sober enough to drive.”

“Then I can walk,” you exclaim. He’s pissing you off. Sure, you had a good amount of alcohol, but you’re highly functional, speaking without slurring. Tipsy, maybe, but not drunk. You can’t tell if he’s trying to protect you or be a jackass about you leaving so soon.

“I’ll give you your keys if you give me something in return.”

Okay. Jackass about you leaving so soon it is.

“What?”

“A goodbye kiss,” Brandon frowns, thick eyebrows furrowed. “You’ve been such a tease to me all night, thinking I’ve finally gotten through to you. I didn’t think you’d still be such a prissy good girl around me outside of Chemistry.”

You suck in a nervous breath, understanding how this might look to him. But still… doesn’t mean you owe him anything, and it sounds like he’s alluding to it. You wanted to have sex at first, but you can change your mind whenever you want, right? He’s acting as if you’ve ruined everything by not putting out.

“Or not want me to take you back,” he continues, wrapping his bulging arm around your shoulder as he takes a swig of alcohol. “You’re not as drunk, are you? Like you said? Let me drive you to your dorm.”

You can’t fathom the words coming out of his mouth so casually, and, suddenly, his sharp cologne is stinging your nose, his varsity jacket is heavy on your neck. He’s turned you all the way off, and you’d be pushing it to let him drop you at campus. What would he ask for then?

You wrench his arm away from you. Fuck the keys. A goodbye kiss because he spent his money on you? And can’t handle the idea of sexing up anyone else in here but you? What makes him so entitled.

Brandon calls out to you as you leave your keys behind and push through the crowd, wanting to explode on yourself for what happened and being blinded by something as unserious as your desire to lose your virginity. Brandon was sweet until he wasn’t, but you don’t know if you’re looking at green flags or red ones.

Maybe he was joking about the kiss and playing around? What if he was worried about your safety for real? Ack… Your mind didn’t feel right, but you know how you love to overthink.

Once outside the frat, a sigh visibly escapes your lips and fades into the cool, night air. There’s as many people here as in, but everyone is lit off their alcohol or whatever drugs being passed around to notice your frazzled state as you step down the porch stairs. You figure to head to your car and wait until Brandon eventually gives you your keys back, scared your little baby may get stolen. However, low and behold, parked right next to it in the makeshift parking lot of grass other college students have dumped their cars across, is none other than an iconic blue and white mustang.

Actually… you don’t mind waiting for your keys. Jungkook leaning there against the hood of his old school gem smoking is going to keep you occupied for a while.

You come to a stop in front of him, anxious, but he’d been the reason for you to leave in the first place. It’s not like you’re unwanted in his presence.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything at first, glances at you up and down in your revealing outfit while you check him out the same. He’s in a fitted black top and baggy, dark wash jeans held up by a belt that accentuates his lean yet muscular figure. A chain decorates his neck, and his fingers are shiny with steel rings as he removes the blunt from his mouth to blow the smoke.

He’s so menacing looking like the bad boy he is, curled hair styled to perfection. You’re too entranced by his handsomeness to notice his hand pulling you closer by the back of your thigh to pass you the blunt to hit.

You puff it for a second and exhale the weed in a sigh. It’s something about you being all dolled up in cute makeup, pink clothing, and your leg warmers that makes Jungkook’s lip quirk up at you engaging in illegal behavior with him. He takes another hit when you give it back, your strawberry flavored gloss sweet on his tongue as he lets the smoke fade into the darkness above before finally speaking.

“What’s with you talking to that guy?” He confronts. “Acting like I don’t give you enough attention…”

He wasn’t about to beat around the bush. No wonder he was death staring you.

“Is that what you brought me out here for?” You ask. “I didn’t say anything when those girls were all over you.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue, sharp jaw tightening. “I have girls all over me all the time, princess. Doesn’t mean I want their attention.”

As if on cue, he looks over at a group of girls clearly giggling and gushing about him a few cars over, despite you standing right there. You scowl as you turn back to him to see a smirk on his face.

“Or need it.”

“I didn’t need his attention either,” you feign innocence. What the hell is he trying to get at? So what if you were on Brandon.

“Didn’t look like it.” He sizes you up before catching your eyes again. “You dress like an attention whore, had your tits pressed against his arm the whole time… You wanted him to fuck you, yeah?”

“If I did?”

A beat of silence before Jungkook chuckles, yanking you between his legs by your hips this time to get nose to nose. “He can’t give you what you want.”

“Y-You don’t know what I want.”

“You want me.” He smiles with bunny teeth, and, god, he’s so fucking fine even though he’s so full of himself. “Right, princess? Don’t give me that pout.”

You step back and immediately fix your face before he reaches up to fix it for you. “Is this all you had to talk about?”

It’s his turn to pout at your pissy mood, but it doesn’t stop him from pushing on.

“I didn’t bring you over here for nothing, princess,” he says.

“Then what do you want?”

“To taste your pussy. I thought that part was obvious…” Jungkook nods back at his car, and your breath runs rapid.

No way he had enough room in there to have his head between your legs. Comfortably anyways.

He’s gotta be fucking with you? Eating you out, walking out on you, and ignoring you for a week to then come finish the job? What a joke.

“You’re insane.”

“A little.” Before you can walk too far away, he grips you by the wrist to pull you back. “Wanna hot box?”

“That’s an even dumber idea, Jungkook…”

“Not like it’s stopped you before.”

What’s his fucking issue? He’s acting like the night in your dorm room never happened and that he didn’t ghost you for days after finding out you were a virgin. As if this whole friendship or situationship wasn’t as unhinged already. Now he wants to ‘chill’ after seeing you cozied up with Brandon. Typical fuckboy!

Your choices in men weren’t great, but Jungkook has this special charm to him that bends you to his each and every will. If he wanted to smoke you high, your body was going to find a way to make it possible. Or his raven eyes are just that majestic to have you whispering “Fine…” in agreement, without weighing the consequences.

Next thing you know, Jungkook’s propped the passenger seat forward to let you and him slide into the back of his old school mustang. The back seat isn’t ideal for his height or yours since the roof is lower and a bit cramped, however, you don’t mind having to lie back and being pressed next to Jungkook’s warm body. Hot boxing with him was a cheat on therapy.

The tinted windows fog up ten-fold due to the chilly weather outside and the fumes filling up the vehicle. There’s music playing from the radio that hugs your skin just right, and you loll onto Jungkook’s shoulder as you allow yourself to buzz after the blunt’s gone. How he knew you could use this moment was beyond your comprehension, but motherfuckers like him always knew when to show up and keep bruising their marks before they disappear.

It’s much easier, in his case, when the butterfly on your thigh has yet to fade. He draws circles on the stick-n-poke he’d done on your skin months ago, thumb as soft as a feather. Fingertips lightly grazing the expanse of your smooth, brown legs over and over.

You suspect he’ll kiss you, make out, go as far as sucking on your throat to feed the oral fixation he gets when he’s faded and to fuel the stickiness you get in your panties at his touch. You can smell his cologne on his neck mixing in with the loud as he leans in closer.

“It pisses me off,” he starts, and the huskiness in his voice has your hairs standing on edge. “When you play in my face, princess.”

Your hooded eyes can barely push up a confused eyebrow. “What… What did I do?”

“Make stupid decisions,” Jungkook tsks. “Your little boyfriend doesn’t know?”

He was still stuck on that shit with Brandon? Men were so damn dramatic, hell.

“He’s not my boyfriend, neither are you,” you explain, annoyed. “You didn’t want to take it... What does it matter if I wanted him to?”

“Are you that stupid to have someone else’s tongue up your cunt?” Jungkook utters, finger coming up to coil a curl around it before making eye contact. “I licked it, so it’s mine.”

You giggle. The weed makes your laugh last longer, but it’s funny, genuinely. Staking claim over your coochie because he ate you out? Mr. I Don’t Eat Pussy pressing you about it is crazy. He has to be high out of his mind, but you entertain him back, feeling a little too bold from the kush and alcohol.

“Yours? When you didn’t even do much before running out?”

The car goes quiet except for the audio lowly bumping the speakers. You can’t believe you said what you’d been so pissed about. He surprisingly doesn’t get mad at you coming for his ego, instead, he laughs it off, tonguing his cheek hotly, dangerously.

“Did you wanna be a brat tonight?” Jungkook responds, hand tightening on your thigh. You didn’t know exactly what he meant by it, but you were not up to find out.

You bite your tongue and shake your head, scared out of your mind at what you’re positive crossed both of your consciences in that moment. Jungkook’s veiny hands adorned in those silver rings leaving your ass welted. You, a whimpering mess and regretful about opening your mouth.

“You sure?”

You nod. “Y-Yes...”

Jungkook finds you fucking adorable as you trail off and blank out. He isn’t used to girls thinking around him, so he can’t help but to stare, move a little closer to see if he can read your mind. Your pupils are big, filled with anticipation. Expecting more.

“Is that why you haven’t texted me?” He breaks the silence. “Cause I didn’t get you off?”

From your perspective, you hadn’t thought of it in that way. He didn’t text you, but neither did you text him. The lack of communication is on both parts, but he always hit you up first to hang. He can’t all of a sudden act as if it’s the other way around, like you’re the one dragging him along for the fun of it.

“It’s because you ran out on me in the middle of… doing it, what am I supposed to think?” You ask.

“Princess,” Jungkook makes a noise and throws his head back against the seat. “You’re so hard to understand.”

“W-What do you mean?” What was so hard to understand about wanting to get fucked into your mattress?

“I mean,” he begins, red eyes flicking to yours past his nose. “Have you even touched yourself? Came?”

You blink. “Came…?”

“Orgasmed,” the fuckboy smirks, cheek dimple popping. “When it feels too good and you just let go.”

The flesh of your cheeks warm as you imagine it, the stuff you’ve seen in porn and those times you’ve tried to get yourself there but embarrassingly failed.

“No… but I touch—I touch myself sometimes. I just… rub it. It hurts if…” You avoid his gaze, unable to say it aloud.

“Cause you don’t know what you’re doing,” Jungkook concludes. “You’re jumping ten steps ahead when you haven’t seen a real cock in person, princess. You don’t know what you like.”

Your dolly lashes blink up at him in guilt yet admiration. You have a serious lack of experience with sex, heavy petting being the furthest you’ve gone with Jungkook, and you come to realize that it isn’t smart or safe to be so willing to give up your virginity. You’re clueless enough for the university’s biggest fuckboy and the police’s worst nightmare to hang morality over your head. Jeon Jungkook. Trying to communicate about your nonexistent sex life instead of getting a quick nut.

Oh, god, why does he care? It makes you want to fuck him more instead.

“I get what you’re saying,” you tell him. “But… does it matter? To you, that I’m…”

“Yeah.” He’s back to playing in your hair again, body facing yours, head tilted to the side as he hums. He’s high, but still in control of his actions and words and… agh.

“W-Why?” You ask.

You feel like any other guy would be dying to be a girl’s first time. Jungkook’s restraint and adulation in this situation is so sexy, despite how disposable you’ve heard he treats women.

“Well, I just wanna fuck you,” he honestly admits. “You might not want that from me.”

Your chest pounds faster as he traces the curve of your neck, thumb grazing the tops of your chest and cleavage. No shocker there that he only desires sex from you, can’t keep his eyes off your body. But that’s what you want, too. A good time.

You boldly grab his hand to place it on your chest, and he immediately squeezes. Jungkook’s surprised by your action, and the peek of the lace bra underneath your top isn’t allowing him to think rationally.

You whisper, “What else do you think I want?”

His eyes roam over your body again, before he blinks back into reality and says, “A boyfriend. Commitment.”

“Because I’m a virgin…?”

He nods and reaches up to touch your face.

“Yes. I think girls like you get attached, princess.” He thumbs your bottom lip. “And crazy.”

He has to be wrong. You don’t think you will turn out like that. Not over sex. You care little about your virginity, and you aren’t the type to take it as extremely and give it to someone you vow your life to in marriage. You could have sex and move on like everyone else.

“I was your first, wasn’t I? When you tasted me..?Why can’t you be mine?”

The fuckboy finds your logic flawed. Oral versus intercourse wasn’t anywhere near the same. “That’s not how it works, princess.”

“Then show me how it works, Jungkook.”

Your determination has Jungkook’s dick hardening in his jeans. His sweet and soft princess is so set on what she wants that he doesn’t want to tell you no. Of course, finding out you were a virgin didn’t make you any less desirable to him. If anything, he wants to break you in half and take you for himself.

But, it’s not right. He’s an asshole and commits crimes here and there, but he’s not a bad person. And he doesn’t want to hurt you, whether that’s emotionally or physically. Virgins are stop signs to him for a number of reasons, some shit he’s dealt with as one himself. He just—doesn’t want to take advantage of you. He’s selfish and unavailable in too many ways he needs to be. You don’t deserve that.

It’s a good thing he’s as good as he is when it comes to women. He can give you what you want, all while still not giving you what you really want.

“Open your legs,” he demands, calmly and assertively. As expected, you freeze.

“B-But—“ you stutter, looking around at the tinted windows of the car. Jungkook knows his windows are pitch black, but he likes how nervous you get about possibly being seen exposed.

“Your legs, pretty,” he repeats, tugging on your thighs. “Spread them.”

You let out a breath and lessen your resistance as Jungkook maneuvers your legs over his thighs and coerces you to spread one, enough to let his palm flatten between them, a thumb pressing up against your cute underwear. The crotch is unsurprisingly damp.

“You’re so fucking easy, princess,” he taunts. “Are you sure you’re a virgin?”

“I-I am.” You don’t know if you’re stuttering because of him or how aroused you’re getting. Jungkook and weed is a terrible combination.

Jungkook greedily pushes his fingers down your panties when your mouths connect to feel all of it skin on skin, clit sticky and fuck, yeah, you are a virgin based on how tiny your hole still feels as he circles it.

It’s insane how internally possessive he grows to be reminded. Sex and pleasuring another leaves him satiated but not wanting more than just a quick fuck. With you, he can’t hit it and done. He can’t push your face into the backseat and cram his cock into you. He has to take his time, wants to give it to you right in every way he can.

Virgins aren’t his thing. Eating pussy isn’t his thing. Not when he’s only done it once… He’s just… experimenting. All while developing new, sick fantasies you’ve ingrained into him.

“Can I touch you?” He breaks the kiss to ask, like his digits aren’t already slipping through your folds.

Your ears burn at the faded yet needy look in his pupils. You think he wants to go further, and here you are again, ready to lose your virginity to the fuckiest fuckboy, despite the attitude he’s given the past week. What was wrong with you? And him?

Who knows… You gladly nod your head.

You slightly lift your hips to let him pull your pink panties down your knees, over your leg warmers and platform shoes. They’re discarded somewhere in the car, and you shriek as Jungkook repositions so that you’re more on top of him and your lower half is over his, pelvis angled to better expose your core. You thought P-in-V was next, but you’re not realizing how serious this is until he moves his fingers back down there. The pretty ones with the rings that look like they’ll break you.

“Y-You can’t, I’m…” Too tight. You were too embarrassed to finish your own sentence. However, Jungkook is already ahead. Stupid you to think you could take cock when one finger is about to make you a wreck.

“They’ll fit, princess,” he coos. “Relax.”

You try to do just that by letting your body mold into his, taking slow breaths, vibing with the music you can hear, trying not to be too in your head about what you’re doing. It’s weird at first when he brushes your clit again and starts rubbing it, but the sensation quickly brightens into pleasure. The little nub grows hotter with every circle, and your pussy aches for more.

You whimper a cuss word at your legs jerking and grip his tatted hand when a figure walks by the tinted windows. The party must’ve began dying down and people were leaving. And you’re here in the backseat of Jungkook’s mustang getting your clit beat, wishing he’d stuff you, because you can feel how badly the inside of your walls want to be full.

“Think you can take it?” He rasps in your ear. You nod and moan as he picks up the speed on your hood, using his other hand to fondle your breasts over your shirt.

Like any other woman, you wet yourself easily at Jungkook’s ministrations. By your heavy breathing and squirming, he can tell you’re dying to get a taste, that you want to cum on his fingers so hard. He kisses you more, rubbing and rubbing along your slit until your pussy is drenched on his fingers, and then does he take the opportunity to prod at your hole.

Your body freezes once you ingulf an influx of air, the foreign feeling uncomfortable yet tempting. You want it, despite the sting you have to endure before your core naturally submits and accommodates his ringed finger.

Your breath falters out of your chest as he pushes, and you dig your nails into Jungkook’s wrist. You feel hot, everything’s so hot, and your walls are clenching nonstop.

“I know, I know,” he comforts you, pierced lips whispering against the side of your neck when you throw your head back in ecstasy. “Let me in, pretty.”

“Ngh, fuck, oh my god,” you moan out, wrapping your arm around his neck to hold onto something. No way it feels this good, and you’ve been missing out all this time.

It’s Jungkook’s middle finger you’re clenching around and babbling over, close to ripping the curly tresses out of his scalp with how hard you’re tugging. A delicious sheen of sweat coats your neck as Jungkook drags his digit in and out slowly for you to experience the motion, and you look so sexy spread out on his lap taking it.

Another shadow flits by the car window, and your pussy immediately tightens in excitement. You start trying to rock against his hand to get him deeper, anxiously watching for outside but still enjoying yourself.

“Jungkook, f-faster,” you beg, reaching for his hand and pressing it more against you if possible.

He listens, adding more movement in his wrist, allowing his finger to slip further and quicker into your silky warmth. He’s as breathless as you when you whine out at the feel of his thumb stimulating your clit.

“Pretty little pussy suckin me in so good,” He mumbles against your skin, strawberry scent blessing his nostrils. “Fuck.”

Now he’s imagining you wrapped around his dick sucking him in just like this. Stretching you out until you’re full of him and crying about how it feels too much. So he uses his other hand to spread your pussy, ring finger sliding in next, obsessed with getting your sex to open up for him. He barely has to try. You’re so slick and relaxed and willing that you take the two fingers with little struggle.

“You’re so tight, princess,” Jungkook moans, barely able to move his fingers despite getting them inside. He figures he’ll hurt you if he tries to force further because of your hymen, so he’ll deal with what he can.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize in embarrassment, a bit uncomfortable too now with another finger since it feels bigger.

He guides you back into bliss, though, not allowing you to slip into that insecurity, and bends his head down to aim and spit on your folds like a professional. “Breathe for me, okay?”

“M-Mmkay,” you sob, because he was mental for having the nerve to spit like a freak and then talk to you as if he really cares about your pleasure and well-being.

He doesn’t press you to go any further, accepting that this may be as far as he can get you. Which is fine. You’re a virgin after all. He doesn’t expect you to hop on his dick, hot and ready. He’s much bigger than the two fingers your pussy can’t handle, not to brag. But it’s okay. Vagina was still vagina, and he knows exactly how to satisfyingly end this.

“Don’t think about it,” He whispers, his voice soothing you to unwind and let him take back control.

“Think… Think about what?” You breathe, voice hitching when Jungkook goes to rub your clit, keeping the other two fingers lodged in your tight wetness. He doesn’t answer you and instead slides his fingers deeper. Not thrusting. All of the motion is focusing on your swollen little button.

You don’t expect the buildup to hit you fast and so quickly. Lashes wet with tears, lip bitten raw from trying to keep noises down. But it rips through you without any remorse that you cry out loud.

Jungkook steadily abuses the nerves to get you there, holding you down to his body so you can’t run away from the climax. There’s fingernail indents reddening on his wrist when he slows down, and you gasp as you continue to cling onto him throughout your orgasm.

That was… crazier than you expected. You feel like you’re floating for a few seconds and have lost your mind. It’s as pleasant as people say.

“Good, princess.”

Jungkook is delighted that he pulled it off. Gave you your first orgasm awakening. He could’ve done better and so much more, but with how your chest is heaving, he would have made your heart explode. He’s happy with this for now.

“Aak!” You suddenly scream when you look down, but cover your mouth to not alert outsiders.

Jungkook leans up at attention. “What?”

“S-Sorry. I felt something… Inside. And it scared me,” you mumble. “Can you…?”

Your fingers gently touch the two still lodged inside your entrance. Oh.

“Yeah.” He slowly pulls them out, careful to not hurt you. And then does the final result of Jungkook’s finger fucking show.

A cloudy stream of cum flows from your pussy and forms a small pool on the crotch of Jungkook’s dark jeans near the zipper. He takes it upon himself to spread your lips for the full view, tiny cunt clenching around air.

“Of course you’re a creamer,” he notes, eyes fixated on the juices on his hand.

You pout. “Is that a bad thing…?”

“No.”

Although he enjoys when women squirt, it fits your entire persona and being that you cream. Some cheesy, aesthetic shit like chocolate covered strawberries and whipped cream is very fitting to the way you smell, dress, and look… Even during sex.

Shamelessly, he brings his fingers to his mouth to lick them.

You taste sweeter than last week. Or maybe it’s been too long to remember the exact way you did, so his tastebuds have forgotten. Either way, he wants your cunt in his mouth. Now.

The tension between you and him grows and grows as he leans in like he’s going to kiss you, and with those pillows wet from your essence, you’re begging him to ‘kiss me more, kiss me more’ in your head.

You can smell your scent on his breath when your lips brush, but your excitement is cut short.

Ruined by a beating on the window glass.

“JEON!”

You freeze.

Jungkook lets out an airy chuckle and hangs his head.

“Fucking hell…”

“JEON!” It sounds like a girl. And a mad one, since she bangs some more, her fist shadowing on the fogged window. “I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE, YOU ASS!”

You frown. “Who is that?”

“Don’t say anything to her,” Jungkook responds, and slides you off his lap. “I don’t know where I threw your panties.”

The banging and yelling continues, and the doorknob is also yanked on. Your blood pressure rushes into defense mode when a nasty thought invades your brain, but you can’t ponder on it for too long. You’re clearly being rushed out of the car, and you’re half naked.

Jungkook looks down on the carpet for your missing undergarment, but something pink catches the corner of your eye. It’s your underwear. Up there on the dashboard.

More banging.

You don’t think you’ll get it on in time, this was already taking too long.

“Forget it,” you tell him, pulling your skirt down. “You want me to stay in the car, or what?”

“No, fuck,” he groans. He easily pushes the passenger seat forward and unlocks the door so he can get out.

The door flings open. All hell breaks loose.

“Oh? Now you open the door?!” The girl yells.

“Giselle,” you hear Jungkook say, and what sounds like scuffling. “Stop.”

“You got a bitch in there?!”

A bitch…?

Oh, god. You roll your eyes, nervousness catching in your throat. Was this his girlfriend? A hookup? You’d forgotten he was a fucking fuckboy. You should’ve expected this if you were going to be around him in public and in general.

What were you thinking? How much of a piece of ass do you look getting fingered in the back of his car at a party. And then to have some chick yelling at him about his endeavors.

You didn’t have time for this. You got your nut. It’s time to make like a man and bounce.

So you slip out of the car after obtaining your wrist wallet from the pocket behind the seat, expecting to make a quick getaway. However, Jungkook was guarding the passenger door and there’s a girl standing in front of him, fuming.

She’s a popular senior that you’ve passed by a few times on campus, two years above you and Jungkook. You never cared to know her real name, but you did know that she was too old to be red in the face over someone like your acquaintance. Unless… this was her man. But Jeon Jungkook didn’t date.

“Is this who’s getting your dick wet now?” She, Gigi, or Giselle, looks you up and down, flips her dark hair, and crosses her arms. “What a downgrade.”

You blink, honestly not fast enough and too confused to respond because you didn’t expect the insult.

“Cut it,” Jungkook firmly states.

“How about you cut your penis off and stop fucking everything you see?” Giselle steps in his face, and it kinda pisses you off that he lets her and just turns his head to tongue his cheek in annoyance. “What’s on your lips? Gloss? And that cum stain and your boner tells me all I need to know, did I interrupt?”

Ew. What a fucking bitch.

Your face scrunches up at her attitude and the way she’s talking to him. It’s degrading and weird. This can’t be his partner. Jungkook is never one to not voice what he has to say or be talked to any kind of way, so you assume her and him have history. But whatever history it is… It damn sure wasn’t healthy.

“J-Jungkook..?” You mumble, grabbing on his arm that’s blocking you to get him to move. Giselle’s eyes snap towards you, and Jungkook presses you back as she steps closer.

“And whoever you are,” Gigi points a French tipped fingernail at you. “Don’t let me catch you again, bitch.”

Was that a threat?

You know that she expects you to be quiet, too, to not retaliate. Probably because you are docile and sweet looking. And she thinks she can run anyone simply because she’s gorgeous and wears nice clothes and has a reputation to uphold. But you don’t do disrespect. Not over dick and balls.

So you step up to that fucking fingernail in your face, holding her eyes.

“Or what?”

She’s stunned. Eyes freezing at the fact that you opened your mouth to talk back.

You were shy, okay. But you weren’t a spineless bitch. Putting your pussy in Jungkook’s face was number one proof.

It’s quiet between the three of you for a second, just the sound of the breeze and university students laughing and talking as they exit the party. Inside Giselle’s head is loud with anger though.

“Princess, in the car.” Jungkook breaks the silence, coercing you to sit down in the passenger seat.

“You’re gonna let her talk to me like that? Really?” Giselle questions behind him. “Jeon. I’m talking to you.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you hear him say before he shuts the door. You listen in on their conversation as you let out a breath. “We’re not together. She has nothing to do with what we have going on anyways.”

“Fuck you, Jeon! Seriously!” You hear Giselle yell and watch as Jungkook’s figure crosses in front of the mustang. “You should know that I don’t take disrespect lightly. Not with any of the whores you talk to! Everyone knows that!”

Jungkook simply reacts by shaking his head and opens the driver side door, getting in and revving the car up. He glances over at you. “I’ll take you back to the dorms, okay?”

You take a little while to respond as he pulls off of the grass and through other cars. You were too shocked about whatever that was, upset about how she talked to him and her disgusting first impression on you. Sure, Jungkook wasn’t a saint, but she damn sure wasn’t one either. She was awful, and to be a popular figure at the university… You were glad you kept to yourself.

In other thoughts, Giselle had to have been Jungkook’s ex. Maybe they were on a break, and she was being celibate while he still fucked around. It made the most sense for her to be mad over. Then, he said they weren’t dating, so maybe not.

Sigh. You didn’t know. You didn’t want to know.

“Uhm…” you quietly speak up as he nears your dorm building. “Brandon has my car keys.”

“Why?” Jungkook asks.

“I don’t know, I think he was just playing,” you answer. “Sorry… I should’ve said something before you zoomed out of there.”

“No, it’s fine,” he says. “Get inside. I’ll get your keys and car for you by morning.”

“Jungkook—“

“I’ll get them.”

You close your mouth at his sharp tone, eyes fixating on his tattooed hand gripping the wheel. You hope he will get them smoothly. Too much chaotic shit already happened, and you didn’t want to be at fault for anything else.

“T-Thanks… Be nice about it, please?”

He chuckles, and you light up a little at his mood lightening, despite that altercation a few minutes ago. “You can talk your shit, but I can’t talk mine?”

Please. You were not going to go head-to-head with Giselle over dick. Only if it came down to her hitting you first... However, Jungkook’s a fighter, whether he’s hit first or not, so Brandon should think twice about playing with him.

“Still… be nice. Thanks.”

He nods. “Yeah.”

You awkwardly open the door and get out, grabbing a hold of your wrist wallet. Before you can close it, Jungkook stops you.

“Forgetting something, princess.”

You bend down to see him holding your pink panties out to you.

“Jungkook!” You snatch them, balling them up in your hand and looking around to make sure no one saw. Like you both were doing a drug deal.

“I can keep them up here as a souvenir, if you want.”

“N-No, bye.” You embarrassingly shake your head and close the door, biting your lip as you turn and enter the building. Jungkook’s mustang doesn’t noisily speed off until you swipe your identification card and the door clicks behind you.

You palm you warm cheeks as you ascend up the stairs to your floor.

What a night…

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Your residential assistant brings you your car keys in the morning, saying that they were left on the office desk without a word but your name. You thank her, going to look out your window to see your car parked across the lot in reverse.

How nice of him.

You wonder how Brandon acted when Jungkook approached him for them. Tsk. Probably tucked his tail and gave them up right away. It secretly annoys you that you couldn’t get them back yourself, but hey, sometimes guys won’t listen until another one makes them. Sad to say.

You jump back into bed after doing your morning routine and pull up your chat with Jungkook. You should thank him. For getting your car keys and bringing your car. Not… for fingering you and giving you your first orgasm. That’s weird. And you shouldn’t pry into his situation with Giselle. That would be weird to ask about, too, when you and him are just acquaintances having fun.

Okay. Let’s forget anything else happened. Be normal.

you: hi. thx for dropping my car off

Send.

Except, it doesn’t. The message is green, and you’ve seen Jungkook’s iPhone that he rarely loses sight of.

What?

No way.

You huff, pretty loudly. Chin plopping down on My Melody’s plush head.

You send another message, a period. To act like you forgot to put it at the end. It’s green. And you’re not getting the option to send it as a text message.

You call, too, the call not going past the first ring.

You’re… blocked?

“Wow…” you mumble, not knowing how to describe your confused emotions…

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angel | JJK (18+)

❀one-shot❀

❥pairing: fuckboy!jungkook X inexperienced!reader // black!reader

❥genre: university AU, angst, smut, some fluff

❥summary: After giving your virginity to the university’s most notorious fuckboy, he’s on a mission to slut your innocent ass out and take all that he can get... [OR] small collection of fuckboy jk turning you out...

❥ !!warnings!!: preying and plotting, some coercion to engage in sexual activities but is all consensual, manipulation, insecurity

❥other warnings: solo/mutual masturbation, cumming, mentions of fingering, oral (fem and male receiving), exhibitionism, sexual intercourse, riding

❥notice: Angel is the nickname Jungkook gave reader.

-If you don’t get the metaphor at the end then just look it up in urban dictionary or ask🏃🏽‍♀️.

❥ word count: 5.2k

❥ pic inspo: 😩Bye because the picture gives me college fuckboy//college crush vibes and when I saw it... the fit, the pose... yeahhhhh I still can’t think straight about what I would let this type of mf do to me.

-author’s note: I loved writing this so much idk why but hope you enjoyyy!!!🤍✨

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“W-What if someone sees...?”

“The windows are tinted, angel,” Jungkook reminds you with a gentle swipe of his tatted hand under your chin so that you can look at him and not what he just pulled out of his cargo pants. He chuckles at your wary expression and big, worried eyes. “C’mon, don’t be scared... Just touch it a little.”

You bite your lip and can’t help but to turn and glance out the front windshield of Jungkook’s Mustang. The windows are tinted, but it doesn’t calm your nerves to see so many people walking and hanging about the parking lot before class. Someone’s even parked right next to the car on Jungkook’s side. He really wants to do this now? He’s at more risk of getting caught.

However, you can’t deny that you are into it. You’ve never touched a dick before, only having felt Jungkook’s in you a week ago. He’s huge, too... And it’s so much more nice looking at it in the morning sun than in a dark room. You wonder if he constantly stays trimmed because he sleeps with a lot of people. Nonetheless, his hard cock in your face is giving you the confidence to pleasure him. He did the same for you.

You’re afraid to mess up under his scrutinizing gaze, his eyes boring into your concentrated face. You’ve seen some videos on male masturbation, but never someone else doing it for them. Did guys actually like it when others touched them in this way? What was the purpose? Maybe it feels the same way as it did when Jungkook had his fingers inside of you, though that was different since you never really touched yourself. You automatically liked what he did to you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head, angel?” Jungkook murmurs as he leans over to kiss your cheek. You’re sure he can feel how warm they are.

“J-Just... n-nervous,” you answer, fidgeting with your fingers. You really don’t want to disappoint him. And it sucks that what’s running through your mind is all of the girls you’d seen him with before. Surely they could go through with this with no hassle. You don’t want to leave him unsatisfied. It’d be embarrassing. The rumors you heard would be true: Someone like her can’t even please someone like him. Well... they should’ve seen you take his cock.

“There’s no need to be,” Jungkook reassures you with another tap on your chin. “Do you want to watch me do it first?”

You suck in a breath. You could use this chance for your inexperienced mind to figure out how to do it. So you nod quickly. “Y-Yes.”

He grins at your eagerness. “You’re so cute.”

Your hands grip onto the armrest console as you watch him move his long sleeved, black pullover more out of the way so that you can see as much as possible in the small space of the car. His hand can just about wrap around his entire girth, but his hands are bigger compared to yours. You feel intimidated.

After licking over his palm, he demonstrates moving it up and down his shaft. “And have a good grip on it, too,” he breathes, your eyes blinking at how hot this is making you. “If it gets hard to stroke, just add more moisture.”

You nod, still staring at his member. You want to ask why it’s able to stand so erect like that and why is it twitching on its own, but something else catches your attention. “What’s that? Did you already...?”

Jungkook frowns and gazes down at his dick, cheeks flaring up when he sees you’re talking about the bead of precum at the tip. You thought he came. “Ah, it’s precum. Kinda like when you’re wet.”

Your body pricks up in goosebumps at this, because he’s aroused. For you to touch him? That’s... hot. You wonder if he had this with your first time with him. “So you’re like... wet, too?”

Jungkook preens at the more feminine term you use against him, mainly because it shows how ill-informed you are on this. At least he can teach you about it while breaking you out of your shyness.

“Basically,” he agrees, mouth pulling into a sexy smirk as he leans his head back against the head rest of his seat and glares over at you. His stare just made you wet alone. “Spit in your hand, angel.”

You feel your heart hammering in your chest as you lean off of your hands and hold your dominant one palm up. Gliding your tongue over your gums and cheeks, the saliva you gathered is spit into your hand. You gather up your anxieties as well and put them to the side in your head, being bold and reaching over to wrap your hand around his cock.

A deep moan falling from Jungkook’s mouth has you keening in praise. He’s bigger than your hand, and you don’t know what you expected a dick to feel like, but it wasn’t this. It feels a little different than it did inside of you with a condom, but it’s still like a... hard and heavy mass of flesh that feels like it might have a bone but doesn’t. The weight on your hand is weird, but the skin is so smooth feeling, including the veins running up the length of it. The wet head is even more soft and velvety.

“Mmm, you sure you haven’t done this before, angel?” Jungkook questions you with an airy chuckle at how fast you learned, but your eyes stay glued to his lap. Watching you touch him in such awe is reminding him of when you’d ran your hands over his torso, so intrigued by the ridges in his stomach like you’d never seen something like it up close. Well, you hadn’t before him.

Reaching over, he unlatches the white buttons of your long sleeve cardigan, revealing the hickeys he’d given you all over your chest last night when he paid a visit to your dorm room. Seeing his marks on you turns him on even more.

Jungkook hasn’t even noticed how fast your soft and damp hands has brought him to the edge until he’s groaning really loudly. His torso arches back for a few seconds and then crunches forward with another moan. Before you know it, jizz is oozing over your fingers and knuckles, some even getting on his cargo pants. It’s interesting to see. Especially this up close.

You’re staring at him when he opens his eyes, your chest heaving as much as his. Is this how it felt when Jungkook made you cum on his fingers last night? On his member? Like he experienced the orgasm as well? The sense of pride in oneself for successfully pleasuring the other?

“Did you like that?” He asks as he bends his head down to kiss on your neck, hands cupping your tank top covered chest that you realize is now exposed.

“Y-Yeah,” you voice as confidently as you can as he pulls away. He’s still smirking with cockiness, and you swear all you see right now is him throwing his head back with parted lips and cumming over your hand. It just happened, and it’s already stuck in your mind. You barely got over his tatted fingers up your sex or him thrusting his hips in and out of you, being haunted by the visionary throughout the past few nights and this morning in your dreams... And now this...

He hums as he pulls out fast food napkins from the glove compartment, cleaning the strings of cum off your hands first and then himself. Taking a quick glance out the front view windshield, you’re glad to see that the crowds of people in the parking lot are dispersing, meaning classes are about to start. You’re not glad to see your friends chatting and loitering near the entrance. You forgot that they wanted to walk with you today...

Jungkook grabs your bag from the backseat before he gets his and asks if you have everything. Nodding, you pull down the sun blocking visor to look at yourself in the mirror to make sure you don’t look sex crazed, even though you didn’t have any sex. Jungkook just... makes you look like you’re high all the time, and your friends notice it. Blown out pupils and everything.

You don’t even bother to worry about your eyes or clammy forehead, because the dark hickeys on your brown skin has your attention the most. You go to button your cardigan back up, but Jungkook’s hand sliding over your lacy tank top in the small mirror stops you.

“Leave em out,” he suggests with the cutest pout. “For me?”

Despite your upper chest and collarbone looking like you had Dracula sucking on you, you give in. “O-Okay.” Your friends were going to say something about it, but you liked pleasing Jungkook more.

You get out of the car with your things, hoping that everyone around you chooses to mind their business today. Unfortunately, that is almost impossible for people to do when someone like you gets out of the car with someone like your newly acquired acquaintance. Jungkook doesn’t care about the stares you both get when he hugs you tightly around the waist in front of his car, kissing your forehead like he does to the other girls he gives rides to.

“Uhm... bye,” you say, not exactly knowing what to say to him in this instance.

“I’ll see you later, angel,” he says with a smirk and a wink, tapping you on the ass as a farewell. You feel so weird with this type of “affection”...

Jungkook smiles to himself as he watches you walk across the parking lot, wondering if you will keep your cardigan open the entire day. Even your little nerd friends needed to know that you were about to be his and his only.

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“No one’s looking, angel.”

You beg to differ with how much your skin is covered in goosebumps and how fast your heart is beating. It feels like someone is watching. Or maybe it’s you that is watching this scene unfold from an outside point of view and causing that feeling. Because looking around, the campus football field is not empty, and the stands you and Jungkook are sitting on are shadowed by passing clouds only a little. The football players practicing may not even know you and Jungkook are on the bleachers, but the area is so... open.

Jungkook tugs you closer to him and drops his hand on your bare leg. You’re wearing a skirt today. “Angel... Just give them to me...” he coerces, lips attaching to the weak spot on the side of your neck, caressing too high up your thighs.

You don’t know why, but you end up stammering an “O-Okay...” with no hesitation. Jungkook is convincing and makes you feel so secure and safe along with it.

Glancing down at the field again to make sure you both are not being watched, you bite your lip as you bring your hands under your skirt, pinching the band at your waist. You quickly lift your lower half off of the bleachers, sliding your lacy underwear down your brown legs and over your platforms, handing them off to Jungkook with a blazing face.

“I was about to call you a good girl until I saw your panties,” he explains, literally holding them up to the sun and inspecting them. “Why are you wearing lace? And a thong—?”

“J-Jungkook—!” you quickly grab his hand so that he can hide them away, but he’s laughing like it’s hilarious. You feel a little humiliated.

“My angel wants to look sexy and not show me,” he states with a fake frown, and you can finally breathe when you see him tuck the skimpy material into his pants pocket. “Bad girl... I should buy you cute underwear, too, then, hm?” He suggests, pulling you into his lap and caressing you to calm you down when he sees how embarrassed you clearly are. “Since you seem to like it...”

“I-I guess...” you mumble shyly, eyes staring down at the field of football players running back and forth, too timid to look back at the man holding you.

“You’ll send me pictures?” He questions, hands going to squeeze along your chest, and you use all your strength to hold back the urge to arch your body and grind against his lap.

His question is intimate. You might send him some... though you’re still new to... all of this. You’ve seen each other naked, but Jungkook is the one who’s always sending scandalous pictures or videos, especially when you’re in a class or in the middle of the night. You’ve only sent him a boob picture that didn’t really show much, but Jungkook still has it as his phone screensaver. You guess you could get more open with him, seeing as you’re a bit more comfortable now than you were when you sent that first “nude”.

“M-Maybe,” you answer, and Jungkook hums. Your response may mean yes or no in definition, but for Jungkook, yes is written all over it. Once he’s proposed an idea, you won’t get it out of your naive head anytime soon because you know that’s what he wants. He really has you wrapped around his finger, but never will he think for a second that you don’t have him wrapped around yours as well.

Jungkook smirks to himself when you send him nudes later that night, the confidence emitting from them in how you pose and expose your body letting him know that he’s getting there.

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“You’re not paying attention to me...”

“I-I told you I had to finish some work when you asked to come over,” you mumble, your face still glued to your textbook while Jungkook groans and plops down on your bed. He brought you Korean barbecue food and snacks to eat with you, but you’re too busy worrying about college work.

“But, angel,” he whines. He actually can’t believe he is begging for your attention. Usually it was the other way around with girls he messed with before, but engaging with you was different, kind of challenging, new, and fun. He doesn’t see himself leaving you anytime soon, and it honestly makes him feel weird. “Is the textbook more important than me?”

“Well, are you about to take this quiz for me and pass it with a hundred?” You question, flicking his nose when he literally bites your book like a puppy and tries to pull it away from you.

He groans again, giving up, lying his head on your thighs and shaking his headful of fluffy hair. “No...”

“Okay, then...” you cutely giggle. “I’m almost done, and the quiz shouldn’t take long.”

“Good, because my angel needs to eat,” he casually responds, reaching for your television remote and flicking through the channels. You find yourself smiling at how much he seems to care for you. You’re still so shy and anxious around him, but he has his ways of making you comfortable, even if it is out of your comfort zone. You like him. A lot.

You finish up your work and pass the homework quiz with flying colors, Jungkook hopping up and getting the takeout from your makeshift dresser once he sees you toss your textbook and computer on the floor. You laugh at how quickly he has everything splayed out, handing you chopsticks—which he taught you how to use—but ends up feeding you from his own chopsticks, because he’s trying to get you to taste everything.

“Good?”

“Mhm,” you nod with a mouthful of Bulgogi. He cheeses.

After eating a late dinner, Jungkook decides that he wants to spend the night. While he goes to get an overnight bag from his place, you shower and do your night routine to get ready to relax in bed. He returns in a t-shirt and sweats, sliding into bed next to you and lying his head on your chest. He’s like a big man child with how he holds onto you with his face in your breasts, but you just run your fingers through his hair while you both watch late night sitcoms. You wonder if he has cute sleepovers like these with other girls...

Once it hits 1 in the morning, Jungkook is barely sleepy. You playing in his hair has given him a hard on that he didn’t even think he could get this way. You affect him too much.

Moaning, Jungkook slowly lifts his head up to say “You’re makin me hard, angel...” in a raspy voice. You push his fluffy hair out of his face so that you can analyze how worked up he looks with that lazy yet sinful gaze of his. Your legs press together at this news, and you tongue the inside of your cheek, a habit you picked up from him.

“I-I’m sorry?” You respond in a confused tone. You like that you can make him aroused easily, but is that a bad thing?

Jungkook’s grip around your torso loosens as he sits up over your frame, the TV light casting his shadow over your face. “Why are you apologizing, angel?”

“I... don’t know,” you answer, your hand boldly falling from his hair to his broad shoulders, tentatively running down the taut muscles of his pecs and abs over his tee. You bite your lip at how quickly your mind short circuits at the feel of his body. Would he give it to you again if you asked?

Jungkook just hums and bends down. Not only do you feel his lips on your chest, but you can feel how hard he is sitting against your inner thigh. A moan of his name slips from your mouth when you clench his shirt for dear life, taking it upon yourself to grind down on him.

“Extra horny tonight, hm?” He concludes, hands rubbing down your sides while he trails those kisses up your collarbone. You’re excited for what he might have for you next. And it looks like you didn’t have to try to ask with the “Gonna put my tongue all in you, angel...” he tells you.

You whimper at his promise, already practically feeling his tongue gliding in and out of your entrance just at the thought of it. You feel so wicked for wanting it as much as he gives. Jungkook kisses you with a laugh at how fast you’re trying to hump his erection through his sweatpants, flicking his tongue into your mouth to give you a preview.

“You get needier every time I do it,” he sits up with that signature smirk you can spot even with the shadows on his face. You feel filthy yet so loved under his stare.

Pushing the blankets away, he gets up on his knees to have access to your form lying down below him. Lifting your tank top over your stomach, he grabs for your tiny gray shorts that you were already seeping through. No wonder. You’re not wearing any underwear.

“You plotting on me?” He playfully asks, and you turn your head in embarrassment, because, yes, you’d went commando with thoughts of this happening. It was no point in ruining a pair of underwear when you know he eats you out damn near every day... Jungkook feels a little pleased over this, for he does the same to you: plot. You’re learning.

“M-Maybe,” you bite your lip, and Jungkook just smirks again, yanking you towards him and pushing your legs open so that he can have room. You gasp, hand going to hold his muscular arm to steady yourself, but he’s getting on his stomach and kissing down your thighs too quickly for you to catch a breath. Your fingers return right back to his hair as he glides his perfect tongue through your wet folds. Your friends don’t and will never understand why you continue to talk to him.

He moans along with you at the taste of your juices, how fast he has your legs quivering next to his head, and how much he enjoys getting you off like this. You’ve visibly gotten more confident in these encounters, and his hips can’t help but to hump against the sheets with how you’re really fucking yourself against his mouth, not holding back, letting yourself go and showing him how good it is. He goes to just give you what you really want, his tongue in your cunt, but you’re pushing him off and trying to get away. He stops.

“What is it?” He questions, panting as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, giving you leverage to leave his grip if you want to. He did not really expect the offer that comes next.

“C-Can I s-suck you off?”

You’re as soft and shy as Jungkook imagined you to be with your mouth wrapped around his leaking head, your body between his legs clad in just your pretty skin. He doesn’t care that you’re not able to take him all in your mouth yet. He doesn’t care that you’re struggling since it’s your first time. The fact that you’re allowing him to show you how to do it and trying to please him so much is about to make him bust quickly.

“Ah~” he huskily moans as he stares down at you from his position on the pillows. His hand is gently caressing the back of your neck, urging you to keep your mouth where he wants it without tugging on your bonnet. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you, angel? You’ll let me fill your mouth?”

He might be pushing you too far ahead, but you nod with a moan at his suggestion. He cums at your consent, sticking his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on after you swallow his nut. There’s some tears running down your cheeks, too, from when you tried to push yourself to take him in too deep, to which he kisses the drops away as he places you up on the pillows he was laying in. He can’t even hide his own eagerness with how much he’s biting your legs and rubbing down them. He wants to finish eating you out like he intended to.

Your body can’t take the skilled licks and sucks he dooms onto you as per usual. You don’t even think you know the man between your legs when he stares back up at you with those daring, seductive eyes that make their appearance. He’s merciless with you trying to push his head away, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning one of your legs down to the bed with the other to leave you spread open for him so that you can’t run. His strength and unforgiving tongue fucking in and out of your entrance has you cumming all over his face. You’re embarrassed and almost disgusted with how much you let yourself loose in front of him this time, but he finds it so hot, licking up your climax with his tongue and finishing you out.

You feel... dirty. Until Jungkook leans over you to kiss you, praising your performance, still cooing at you as if you’re his innocent little angel.

He likes you this way, you notice.

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“W-Why this position?” You ask shyly, hands shaking over his chest. You’re positioned on top for the first time, and you feel everything but confident. He can see so much of you like this. It’s embarrassing for you, because you doubt you look desirable from his point of view.

“I want to see like this...” Jungkook tells you as he rubs his hands up your body, squeezing your chest and licking his lips. “Let you take control for a bit.”

He needs to stop looking at you like that, like he can’t turn away for even a second in the presence of your naked body. It’s making you more anxious.

“J-Jungkook...” you start to shy away from this one, but he just holds you tighter, encouraging your confidence.

“Please,” the man lying underneath you begs, softly caressing you. “I just wanna see how pretty you look for me. You’re so sexy.”

Your ego is inflating with his words and how his eyes are not looking anywhere but at your nudeness. He called you... sexy? You don’t think you’re anywhere near that term, however, Jungkook’s evident admiration in you makes you feel like it.

“H-How do I...?” You begin, glancing down at how you’re positioned over his bare hips and wondering how this is even going to work.

“You move your hips back and forth or up and down,” he directions. “Or whatever feels good to you, okay?”

You nod as he tilts you a bit forward with his left hand on your waist while he uses his right hand to reach down and grab his erection. “Will... you feel good, too?”

“Yeah,” he answers, his eyes meeting back up with yours. “It’s like how I make you feel good, except you’re on top.” At the press of his tip at your entrance, you tense in anticipation, but the push doesn’t come. “You put it in...” Oh. You guess you are actually doing all the work since you’re on top.

Jungkook doesn’t really plan to lie here and watch you on top of him the whole time. He just wants to see you fuck yourself up on his dick first.

Reaching back with an uncertain hand, you grab Jungkook’s shaft from him. Realizing that he isn’t going to move, you decide to push your body back. The gasp that escapes you when you feel the head squeeze between your folds is shaky but in want of more. Jungkook’s own groan has you trying to take all of him in to impress him, but this angle and your determination is making it harder and slightly more painful.

“Angel,” he scolds you with a grip on your hip. “Slow.” He helps to leisurely guide you all the way down on him so that he can carefully spread you without too much pain. The fact that you’re already greedy lets Jungkook know that your shy and quiet character is not going to last long.

“Fuck,” Jungkook spits out when he’s completely in. He’s doomed himself by coercing you into this position. He might not last long either.

“F-Fuck,” you curse back, and the man beneath you can’t even comprehend that you actually just cussed, because you dig your nails into his chest and lift your body forward. The slide feels so good like this. With another move of your hips, you feel him deeper than before, and a loud moan escapes you this time.

Jungkook can see the sweat forming on your face and skin already, your body tensing beneath the hold he has on your chest. “You like that, hm?” You’re already shallowly moving yourself back and forth on his cock, your eyes dazed. He wants you fucked stupid.

“Y-Yeah...” You stammer, trying to keep your focus on pleasing the dick in you instead of responding. You turn your head to avoid Jungkook’s stimulating eyes, but he reaches up to get you to look back down at him with a nudge of his fingers.

He has to keep his own stutter at bay with how good you’re going on him. “Look at me while you make me feel good, angel...” he moans.

“Hmph,” you huff, and all you receive is a harsh slap on the ass. Jungkook had forgotten what came with your type of confidence: the attitude you get when you know you have leverage over him. The ass slap did nothing but make you moan even more and push you to grind harder than before. He feels so good inside you, while you feel so good wrapped around him like this. “Hah— J-Jungkook~”

“Yeah?” Jungkook answers your call for him though you can’t really answer back, whatever you were going to say taking the form of babbling. With how you’re rocking against him with your ass in his palms, mouth falling open and hips moving quickly, he knows you can’t think straight. He can’t think straight himself, his inner thought spilling from his mouth in a groan. “Dick got you dumb, angel?”

You can’t answer to that either, too caught up in fucking yourself on him. Jungkook bites his lip when he sees you lean up off of him with your hands and move them backwards to plant them on his muscular thighs. Your body is more presented to him, and he has a clearer view of your pussy bouncing up and down his cock. Your whimpers and desperate moans fill Jungkook’s ears as you tighten your hold on his legs and throw your head back. He tries to keep his eyes on you as best he can through his hazy vision, but he knows for sure that you’re creaming his shit, it’s dripping all over him. Fuck... You’re his. Forever.

“Jungk-kook, Jungkook~” you repeat his name like a mantra, body stuttering, hands shaking. Jungkook’s moans are as loud as yours, and he’s not even thrusting back. He can’t think about pleasuring you when you’re doing it yourself. He’s obsessed with how you look right now, almost delirious, so fucked out. He’s gonna need this position more often.

You cum immediately, and Jungkook has to pull out because he doesn’t trust himself to stay in your tightness and work you through your climax without nutting himself. You’re not even done being out of character when you catch his dick with your cunt, letting his shaft slide up and down between your swollen folds. You look so sexy with that spark in your eye and with those whimpers when Jungkook cums between your soft lips, all over your pussy. The person he can turn you into has him wishing he’d went for your type earlier.

Jungkook catches your downfall before you wallow in it. He can already see your mind beginning to gear back up minutes later, your insecurities on the tip of his tongue. “You did so good, angel,” he praises breathlessly, sitting up and pulling you both hip to hip so that he can wrap his arms around you and kiss over your skin.

“I did?” You bring your lips to his, hands fitting into his hair.

“Mhm,” he slips his tongue out of your mouth. “You get all slutty on my dick, it’s cute. My little slut...” You squeak when he slaps your ass, kneading the flesh.

“Slut?” You inquire.

“My slut,” he corrects, and you grin because of his claim of ownership over you, not because you exactly understand the term.

After pulling you under his blankets with him, Jungkook is too giddy about tonight’s events. He thinks he’s done it, cracked your barrier. But he can’t help but think of how you’re fucking him up as much as he is you.

“I kinda wanna do that... thing again...” he whispers into your ear while you’re half asleep in his arms.

“What thing?”

“Make you my toaster strudel...” he subliminally answers, and it takes you a while to get the imagery. Jungkook smiles at how you get shy all over again. Despite slutting you out in sex, he doesn’t wish for your actual personality to go away. You’re too cute.

“M-Maybe again,” you respond.

There’s nothing else to say other than the fact that you indeed ended up looking like a toaster strudel the next morning.

Jungkook has a new screensaver.

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Champagne Confetti. JJK [m]

boyfriend!Jungkook x camgirl!reader

Genre: smut (basically a porn with a plot)

Words: 6.1k

Synopsis: Your boyfriend loves watching you on live but his whole mood changes when he reads one specific comment from one of your fans

Warnings (be ready): live sex; rough sex; face ridding; squirting (olympics waterfall y'all); multiple orgasms (idk how oc is still alive)

Jungkook is enjoying the show. How can he not when his girlfriend has her legs wide open and enters her dripping pussy with two fingers. The pleasure makes you loudly moan and your eyes roll back. You smile brightly, looking straight with lustful eyes. You are definitely hot right now, you know it. And if you didn't, the hundred of comments in the chat would inform you.

Someone is complimenting the pink leds' reflection on your skin, another one wishes you could use the dildo you've showed a few days ago, and a new comment praises you for being 'a sweet good girl'. You smile instantly at it because you know damn well that it comes from your boyfriend. To please him, you enhance the pace of your digits entering you and pinch your hard nipple just like he likes. You're one second away from moaning his name but you know you can't, so you settle for:

"I'm playing with my little pussy just for you"

Even if Jungkook is in his couch, a few miles away from your place, he gets that you are talking to him and his hard cock twitches in his pants. He is mindlessly caressing himself through his sweatpants. You've told him a hundred of times that he could stay at your place when you work but he has declined every single time. Your boyfriend knows he doesn't have the strength to hear you pleasuring yourself a few feet away without storming in and fucking you rough. You wouldn't mind but, after a long conversation with him, you have learnt that he doesn't want to appear on camera. And you totally get it, even though you would love him to fuck you on camera.

You know that your job is not a common one and that some people are very judgmental. However, you love sex and you get paid for it. You turn on your camera, use your fingers or toys to make you cum and that's it. You know that you also please other people, so what's wrong with that? And one of the things you love the most about Jungkook is that he has never judged you. He loves you just the way you are, with all the things that come with you — including your cam girl occupation.

When you turn on your vibrator, a beautiful toy in a baby blue color, you think about Jungkook — especially since he is the one who gave it to you. You place it on your sensitive clit and your groans get louder. You are very close to cum and you know that the way you get choked up by pleasure is enjoyed by your audience because the cash is flowing.

Your boyfriend smirks from the other side of the screen. You are so fucking beautiful when your face is torn by pleasure. He absolutely loves seeing your juices dripping down your ass and land on your bed, drawing a wet spot on it. It's so fucking hot. Jungkook loves how your head rolls back when you are close to cum. But that's also why you don't see the comment that makes Jungkook's heart stop: 'I can fuck you better than your loser of a boyfriend'.

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"Baby, what's wrong?"

Your worry is well noticeable on your face. Jungkook, despite being as sweet as ever, has grown a little... distant. At first, you thought you were imagining things but now you have no doubt. During your usual movie date at your place — you have a much bigger screen than Jungkook —, you were trying to switch your cuddling into something... else. But Jungkook has stopped your hands from reaching his crotch area. You wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want sex because men don't always want sex. But he doesn't even let you touch him and that has never happened during the eight months you have been together.

You are feeling stressed and sad. Did you do something wrong? Or is he leaving you like your exes because, despite Jungkook saying he is okay with your job, he might not be at the end of the day?

"Is it me?" You lowly ask, pain and unsureness in your voice

Jungkook's head immediately snaps toward you and he cups your face. He doesn't want you to be hurt just because his little ego has been bruised. It's not your fault, not at all.

"No, of course not!" He exclaims and it soothes your heart a little

"Then, tell me"

Jungkook sighs. Is it even worth saying? It's so stupid. Your boyfriend shouldn't feel threatened by a stranger on the Internet but he can't help it.

"I... There was a comment on your chat the other day" He starts and you tilt your head out of curiosity "It said that they could fuck you better than me"

You bust into laugh but quickly stop when you see no sign of humour in your boyfriend's dark eyes.

"They just talk, they feel brave behind a screen. I'm sure the guy wouldn't even make me cum. Baby, you know it's not true" You argue and settle a gentle kiss on his cheek

"No, I don't" Jungkook replies with a harsh and hurt tone, his jaws clenched

You're taken aback. You stay silent for a minute, wondering how could you make Jungkook understand that he is the best sex you've ever had. But there is not a hundred solutions. You tell him to wait until you call him.

You go to your bedroom, light up your pink leds, change your clothes for Jungkook's favorite underwear — a matching black lacy bra and thong — and prep everything for him. When everything is neat, you sit on your bed covered with pink silk sheets and call him.

Surprise is painting his face. He gulps when he notices how powerful and sexy you look right now. You pat the spot next to you on the bed to urge your boyfriend to sit, which he does. You immediately capture his lips with yours.

The kiss gets heated. You lick his rings in the corner of his lower lip and then slide your tongue into his mouth. You are quick to change position to sit on his lap and deepen the kiss. You have always loved how his tongue felt soft against you.

You grab his hands to place them on your ass and you smirk when they squeeze it. It's just a reflex, Jungkook can't control it. Neither can he control his hardening dick. You grind on it, pressing your already wet pussy against the bulge forming on his black sweatpants and rolling your hips at a sensual pace. You rest a hand on his large shoulder while the other one tugs on his black locks.

"Babe—" Jungkook tries to argue but you prevent him from talking with a bite on his lower lip, making it swollen and red

You grab the hem of his t-shirt and lift it up until you can take it off from your boyfriend's hot body. You glance at his brawny torso and run your index on the ink darkening his arm. You have always loved the tattoo on his shoulder. Your hand reaches up again to caress it before going South to his abs. You smile when you notice that your caresses cut Jungkook's breathe.

You attack his throat with your lips, settling wet kisses and bitting his thin skin. You suck on it to mark him because the purple hickeys always look so good on him. You know that you just have to tease him a little more for Jungkook to go wild, that's why you poke out your tongue and take a fat lap from his collarbone to his ear. You gently bite the lobe between two earrings and whisper :

"I want you to fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk tomorrow"

The low growl coming from Jungkook makes you shiver with horniness and you know you're going to get what you wanted. You instantly feel him spanking harshly the soft flesh of your asscheeks. You moan at the burn but you don't have time to appreciate it because Jungkook lands another slap on your left cheek. It tickles so fucking good that you have to bite on his neck to prevent a long scream of pleasure. Your pussy is so, so wet that it's staining your boyfriend's pants.

He digs his fingers so deep into the flesh of your ass that his knuckles turn white and that it'll leave bruises on your flesh. He uses his grip to spread your asscheeks and gets a full view on your two glistening holes in the mirror placed in front of your bed. Even with the dimmed light, he clearly sees how your arousal is smeared all over your cunt.

"You messy girl. Do you see how dirty you are?" He lowly growls

He doesn't wait for an answer and slaps your — already red and abused — ass. The sound of the spank echoes in your bedroom, the same way it's followed by your choked moan. How can Jungkook doubt about how good he makes you feel?

You sneak a hand on your back to undo your bra and offer a great view on your tits. You press your breasts against Jungkook's face and you feel the vibration more than you hear his moan. He leaves messy kisses everywhere on your boobs, sucking the flesh from time to time. Your head rolls back and you arch your back when he captures a hard nipple between his teeth. He is chewing on it and a pool of arousal leaks from your clenching pussy. He then roughly sucks on it, just like he would do if he wanted to suckle on a bottle.

One of his hand appears to grab your other tit, slightly slapping it too. The air gets kicked off your lungs when Jungkook suddenly bites the nipple he had in his mouth, provoking a loud whine from you. The pain mix with pleasure when he rolls his tongue around it to soothe you.

You push him on the bed so he rests his back on your mellow mattress and swiftly place your knees on both sides of his handsome face. You give him a last smile before you sit down on his face.

You feel his tongue pressing against your covered clit and you can't help but roll your hips. With a precise movement, Jungkook's inked fingers hook your thong and push it aside so he can directly access your cunt. His tongue slides up and down your slick folds and his nose bumps onto your clit. Your moans are filling your room and you have no choice but to grab your boyfriend's hair to steady yourself. You are glad that he still has long locks and only cut short the sides.

"Fuck, baby, it's so good" You groan but you get choked up when he suddenly suck on your clit "Oh my fucking god!"

Jungkook smirks against your pussy while your juices are leaking down all over his face. He grabs your ass and makes you grind on his face at a fast pace. Your brain gets foggy at the feeling of his expert tongue and nose bumping against your bud of nerves and sliding onto your vulva. You press deeper to feel more, not caring if you're suffocating Jungkook. You are too deep into pleasure to care and you know he has enough strength to push you away if he needs to. His tongue teases your entrance but never gets in, preferring rolling around your clit instead to drive you crazy.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum" You inform him and you get closer when Jungkook digs his fingers deeper into the flesh of your ass

"Make me drink that potion" He teases against your wetness

Your arousal gets the grinding real smooth on your boyfriend's ruined face and it's fucking hot. He even jiggles his head from left to right at a quick pace to reach all the spots of your pussy, filling your bedroom with sloppy and oh so hot sounds, and you explode. You're cumming hard and the spasms of your body have rarely been so strong. You don't even have the strength to keep your upper body up and fall miserably on your bed with a goofy grin.

"Good girl" He praises

With a predator eye, Jungkook pokes his tongue out and licks your juices on his lips. It does little to clean him up because there are traces of your arousal on his chin, cheeks and nose. All his lower face is glistening with your wetness that it's fucking hot. He grabs his former t-shirt that was abandoned on your bed and wipes off his face.

"You're beautiful" You whisper, making Jungkook smile and his eyes get more affectionate

"You are more, baby" He replies and prevents you from arguing by capturing yours lips

You taste your cum on his tongue and moan in the kiss. Your hands work on his pants to push it down, along with his briefs. He is so hard right now that his cock twitches instantly when you grab it. You love how thick he is, he always stretches you well.

"I want to feel you in me" You tell him

Jungkook only replies with a nod and scoots over just the time to completely peel him naked. Your eyes travel through his perfect body, from his shoulders to his strong thighs passing through his abs. However, it's his dick that attracts you the most. You bite your lower lip and open your legs wider for your boyfriend.

You're surprised when two of his digits enter your pussy without warning. Your eyes shut of pleasure and your moans gets unsteady because of the depth and velocity of his fingering. He is shaking your whole body through your poor cunt. You are still very sensitive from your first orgasm and Jungkook is screwing deep and roughly. You can only grab your sheets and your toes curl up when Jungkook curves his fingers to pump on your g-spot.

He goes so harshly on you that you can't think anymore. You are not even aware of your screams and cum in a record time, squirting all over your boyfriend — for his greatest pleasure. You even splash your sheets and his abs.

"You are so dirty" He purrs in your ear but he is the only driving you crazy when he spreads the juices of his soaked hand on his member as he is jerking himself off

You can't believe you have cummed this hard in such a little time. It's not the first time Jungkook makes you squirt but usually it takes way more time and only appears at the end of your fuck when you have already reached your high a couple of times.

"They should see how fucked up you get when you're with me" He cockily says, referring to your viewers "You are such a little slut for me. Do you even cum with other men?"

His question is backed up with a pinch on your nipple.

"You're the only one" You reply in a whine

Your answer satisfies your boyfriend and he bends over to kiss you, way tender now. He takes place between your legs and the mess you've done allows him to enter you in a swift motion, all the way until his balls are pressed against your ass. Your moan is longer as the pleasure is traveling through your entire body. Your walls are so stretched that you wonder how you are not split in half already.

"I should fuck you on live to make this motherfucker shut his fucking mouth" He growls in your ear as he gives you the first dick strokes — deep and slow to enhance the sensuality

"You should, baby" You whisper and your walls clench around his fat cock because the idea is really arousing

As he starts thrusting into you with a quicker pace, you manage to reach his throat and suck hickeys. Jungkook intertwines his fingers with yours with one of his hands while the other one roughly cups your face to give you a messy kiss, full of tongues and saliva. The way Jungkook is rolling his hips allows him to reach all the right spots inside you. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you groan his name — groan that is immediately swallowed by his mouth. Your arousal is coating his length but you have so much more that it's rolling down his balls.

He fucks you with so much force that your bed cracks but it's a problem for later. You can't think about anything else than him when he kisses the thin skin of your throat, biting it from time to time. Your legs wrap around his tiny waist to keep him close and prevent him from stopping, even through he is not planning to.

Jungkook slightly lifts up so he can see your tits bouncing in rhythm. It's so hot that he fuck you rougher just to enhance the movement and pinch a hard nipple with his fingertips. He is fucking so rawly that sweat is coving his body and is making his black strands of hair stick to his forehead. Sounds of your clapping skins fill your bedroom, creating a beautiful music for his ears, especially with your whined moans. A fun idea lightens up in his head and he wraps a hand around your throat, choking you perfectly. Your poor cunt throbs around him. Why does he have to be so fucking good? He knows you so well.

"Scream how much you love when I fuck you" He teases you but tightens the grip around your neck

It gets hard to breathe, yet along to fulfill his demand.

"Hm? Tell me, baby. I can't hear you" He smirks "Be a good girl and let everyone knows how good I fuck you"

You want to say it desperately but you can't. Only chocked moans escape your lips. But all of a sudden, Jungkook takes off his hand and gives you a particularly rough dick stroke. The oxygen rushing to your brain and the air being kicked out of your lungs make you so high on sex.

"I love it!" You scream "No one can fuck me better"

"Who's whore are you?" He cockily asks

"Yours!" You moan

"Louder" He growls, his hand settling back on your throat but not tightening too much

"I'm your whore!" You whine as you feel your walls clenching around his cock

"Good" He gives you a harsh pounding "Fucking" Another one "Girl" And another one

You love it so much that your smaller hand lands on his to urge him to squeeze your throat. Your boyfriend does it but suddenly pulls off of your throbbing dripping cunt.

"Kook!" You whine but he shhhes you and rolls his fingers hard and fast around your clit

It's so sudden and intense that your breathe gets cut and that you giggle to escape the unbearable pleasure. However, the fist around your neck prevents you from running away from his ministrations. You're wet, soaked even, and Jungkook's fingers can roll smoothly on your bud. It doesn't stop your boyfriend from spitting on it, just to make your cunt messier. Your pussy is clenching around nothing but you're close again. You have asked Jungkook to fuck you rough, and he is giving what you wanted.

His frenetic pace on your clit plays with the border of pain and you can't hold on anymore. You squirm and your body is experiencing spasms from another powerful orgasm. You grab his forearm to stop his abuse on your poor throbbing clit when the overstimulation becomes too much to handle.

"Fuck, baby" Jungkook whispers is awe, amazed by how beautiful you are when you reach cloud nine

You are panting and your brain feels like wax. You need time to recover from the intensity of the three past orgasms. You close your eyes and rest your head on a fluffy pillow.

"I'm not done with you, baby" Jungkook murmurs as he caresses your skin with the tip of his fingers, drawing goosebumps all over your body

"I need a minute" You confess as you are trying to steady your breathing "You fuck me too good"

Your boyfriend chuckles and lands a multitude of pecks on your cheek, your throat, your shoulder, your boobs and pretty much everywhere. However, you are way too much into the bliss of your post-orgasmic state to notice how your boyfriend's pierced lips are traveling South. It's only when his mouth kisses your oversensitive clit that you jolt and squeak.

His vicious tongue pokes out and slyly licks the arousal leaking from your pussy. He looks like a cat licking its milk but you know he is as lethal as a lion. You throw a — what you want to be — death stare but Jungkook smirks because, deep into your eyes, he sees your lust. You can't deny that the sight of Jungkook between your legs is sinful and perfect. But shivers run through your body when his tongue takes another lap of your ruined cunt.

"I need to clean up my little dirty girl" He purrs and swallows a little bit more of your juices "Taste so sweet, baby"

"Fuck" You moan and you instinctively open your legs a little bit wider

Thankfully, Jungkook goes gentle on you — otherwise, you are not sure you would survive.

"You don't know how much I love eating your little juicy pussy" He teases you and an airy laugh escapes your lips

"I do know, you tell me every time you do it" You explain, tenderness noticeable in your voice

Jungkook and you exchange a knowing glance, right before he buries his handsome face in your folds.

"Those guys can comment all they want" He growls against your dripping pussy, slightly nodding his head toward your set up "They'll never know how you taste"

The possessiveness in his raspy voice is arousing. You love when your boyfriend claims you over other men. He is not the jealous kind — he cannot be when you're a cam girl — but he also manages to remind you that you are his in the most perfect way: fucking.

You cup his chin with your hand to force Jungkook to look at you. Seriousness paints your face when you tell him:

"I don't want anyone else than you. Do you understand?"

Jungkook nods and happiness fills up his chest, spurring him to capture your lips — the upper ones this time. You both smile in the kiss but your sneaky hand finds its way to Jungkook's cock. You jerk him off slowly, appreciating his velvety — yet sticky with your juices — skin.

"Get on your knees" He commands against your swollen lips

You get on all fours and arch your back like you know Jungkook loves it and swing your ass from side to side. Your boyfriend gets to see how wet you still are despite his little cleaning. He lands a rough slap on your ass and squeeze your cheeks.

He then wraps his hand at the base of his hard and thick cock and guides it to your entrance. He teases a little, hooking his tip in your hole just to poke it out. He does it a couple of times, hoaxing a begging from you to finally fill you up.

You gasp when he enters you all the way. You can feel him so deep when he fucks you from behind. It's like his fat cock is stretching you even better. Jungkook digs his fingers into the flesh of your asscheeks and spreads them to fully admire how your little cunt takes his dick, coated it with your arousal at the same time.

"Fuck, baby..." He hisses in bliss

His dick strokes are not gentle, making you jolt at each single one of them. You burry your face in your sheets to mitigate as well as you can your loud moans. Drool is leaking from your open mouth and you realize that your boyfriend is fucking you dumb. The thought is so pleasant that you clench around him.

"You pussy is so tight" He growls and he accompanies his words with a spank on your already red and bruised ass

Jungkook goes further in sins when he lifts up his thumb to his mouth to coat it with spit and smudges it on your pucker hole. You gasp and feel a wave of arousal when he pushes his digit into it. Fuck, it's so hot... The intrusion is so fucking good, making your pussy even wetter — it's now just a big pool of your juices. Your walls clench sporadically around him, notifying him how much you love it. It's no secret anyway, Jungkook has already fucked your ass in the past.

You love hearing how his sweaty skin is clapping against yours, and you love feeling your ass getting slapped by his lap at each pounding. Your boyfriend has to hold you tight to prevent you from falling on your bed. Your arousal creates some sticky threads connecting your two bodies, disappearing when he bottoms up and drawing new ones when he pulls off to the tip. Jungkook curses when he looks at it. It's fucking hot...

"You make me do all the work, you little slut" He complains

He halts his movements. You know what he wants but you also know that his order is arousing so you wait for it.

"Come on, fuck yourself on my cock like the good girl you are" He whispers lowly but his cockiness pierces in his voice "Show me how much you want it"

Jungkook feels your walls clenching and it paints a smirk on his lips. He watches you pushing your ass back to swallow his dick and then moving forward to the tip, just to push back again. Your pace is rough and you make sure to harshly hit his pelvis when you take his member deep into you. You look like a maniac, empaling yourself on his thick cock, but you can't think about it because you love it too much. Your cunt is throbbing from the past orgasms and is sensitive from all the poundings and yet, you want more.

Your boyfriend knows you way too well. He sneaks his inked hand in your hair and harshly tugs on it, forcing you to lift up your upper body and rest your back against his brawny chest. Your scalp hurts in the most delicious way and your tits bounce when Jungkook takes control of the thrustings. You look up and smirk when you notice your set up in front on you. This insane, animalistic and perfect fuck all began because of this... You should thank your fans because Jungkook has never fucked you this good.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and sucks more hickeys on your already redden and purple skin. The hand that was in your hair travels down to wrap your throat while the other one, sly, reaches your clit. You gasp when Jungkook starts circle motions on your bud.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" You say in a breathe when you feel your cunt clenching

Despite the tightening of your walls, you are so aroused that your juices are dripping down in your inner thighs, making a mess of Jungkook's cock too.

"You are such a good fucking whore for me" He whispers in your ear, biting your lobe too

Your hands try to handle on his strong forearm as your sloppy pussy gets ruined by your boyfriend's poundings and his raw pace. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, your mouth falls open, your cunt throbs and your breathe gets cut off as his expert fingers on your clit drive you closer to the edge. You are so close, you know it and Jungkook knows it too. That's why he fucks you even rougher, earning some whines from you, and bites your neck, marking you in all the possible ways.

You almost passed out when you cum as white dots paints your vision.

"Baby!" You moan, scream or whisper — you can't know

Thankfully, Jungkook firmly holds you against him, otherwise you would be falling miserably on your bed since your forces abandon you at the same time the wave of pleasure washes over you. Your walls throb and your lower stomach contracts as you squirt again, ruining your silk pink sheets and Jungkook's cock. Your whole body is shaken by spasms due to the power of your orgasm. Why does you boyfriend love so much pushing your limits? Because he knows that you love it just as much.

"Such a dirty girl" He purrs in your ear but you barely register it since you are still in the fog "Look at the mess you have made"

To accentuate his words, he lifts up the hand that was on your clit at the level of your face and shakes it. Drops of your cumming fly all around.

"Rain, rain, rain" He laughs lowly, not thrusting anymore but keeping his hard cock deep inside you "You can't fake it"

You want to reply something, like that you would never do it and that Jungkook really does fuck you good, but you have cotton mouth.

"Look at how fucked up you are!" He mocks you "And this motherfucker thinks he can fuck you better?" His low laugh is full of cockiness but it's the truth

His wet fingers caress your lips and you part them out of instinct. Jungkook takes the opportunity to fill your mouth with his digits and watches in awe how well you suck on them. You hum at your taste and appreciate being able to drink something.

"My sweet good girl" He says gentler, kissing your cheek

"Baby, I don't know if I can take it anymore" You confess, turning your head to look at his handsome face

You can spot the affection in his doe eyes.

"Just one last time and I'm gonna fill your little pussy up. I promise"

His words are raw but his tone is soft, just like the kiss he settles on your lips. You nod and his big palm comes up to caress your cheek. It soothes you and allows you a moment of peace before the big finale.

Jungkook circles your frame with his strong arms and falls on his back with you. The surprise makes you squeak and you could laugh if his cock buried in your cunt wasn't making you moan instead.

You dig your feet in the mattress on both sides of his thighs, takes supported on his pecs with your hands and start some ups and downs on his length. His tip is perfectly hitting your g-spot and if Jungkook wasn't helping you to settle a quick pace with his hands on your hips, you know that your legs would crash down because of the pleasure.

It feels so good to have him this deep inside you. Your tits bounce and your moans get lost in your bedroom. Your boyfriend turns his head to the side to get a peak at you fucking yourself on his fat cock in the mirror.

"Fuck, baby, you're so hot" He praises you and you thank him with a squeeze of your cunt

His thumbs caress your skin at the same time. The movement is slight but you manage to feel it. It does some weird tricks in your chest and you quicken your pace. The only problem is that the marathon of orgasms Jungkook's put you through seriously decreases your stamina. It's getting very hard for you to jump on his cock, even though you absolute love the way he is filling you.

"Baby..." You whisper in a breathe "Need you..."

You don't have to finish your sentence because Jungkook understands.

"I got you" He reassures you

He makes you rest your back on his chest, wraps arms under the back of knees to get a full access to your cunt — making you tighter in the process as your thighs are pressed against each other — and firmly plants his feet on your bed. His poundings are so harsh that your head rolls back and no sounds escape your open mouth. You almost faint because of the pleasure provided by his dick strokes in your tight and swollen cunt.

"Fuuuuck" You whine

Tears are gathering at the corners of your eyes. Jungkook is fucking you too good for your own sanity. The way his thrustings are accompanied by loud skin clapping sounds is fucking arousing. Your juices are dripping down your ass to create a mess on your boyfriend's balls.

"Oh my god!" You moan when rough slap hits the side of your ass

Your toes curl and your brain gets foggy: you know you are close. There have been too many orgasms for you to count and you have now no strength to delay them. Jungkook has turned into a fuck-machine, leaving no rest for your poor pussy. You are amazed by his stamina.

"Are you going to tell them who fucks you good?" He purrs

"You fuck me good! So fucking good, baby" You exclaim in a state of euphoria

Your voice is even shaking because of his poundings — that's how much he is ruining you. You sob at his raw dick strokes, you are way more sensitive than usual.

"I'm gonna fuck you on live and everyone will know who's little slut you are. Isn't it that right, baby? Do you want me to ruin you in front of the whole Internet?" He teases you

"Oh, fuck yes!"

"Good girl" He praises, quickly pecking your shoulder

"Kook, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

You can't finish your sentence that you explode once again. Only this time, Jungkook enhances his pace which makes you squirt for some long seconds and you wonder if you will ever gonna stop.

"Don't stop!" You urge him while you are sobbing

Your boyfriend swipes your pussy at a rapid pace with his hand to extend your cumming and to make a bigger mess with your juices splashing everywhere. You can't hold back your scream of pleasure. You have never cummed so hard and God knows that you know what you are talking about.

"Champagne confetti" Jungkook laughs when the waterfall ends

"Please, cum" You beg him

The tiredness is noticeable in your voice. You can't take it anymore and his poundings are painful despite the remaining pleasure.

"I'm close, baby, just hold on a little bit more"

Jungkook frees your legs and you rest your feet on his strong thighs helping him to ruin you. His inked hand cups your face and turn it to his. He captures your lips in a messy kiss, swallowing your moans. You are so lost in pleasure that you don't know what is reality anymore. The only thing you are sure about is him.

"Fill me up" You whisper against his pierced lips

You can only feel him nod and, with a last powerful dick stroke, he buries his cock deep inside you and releases his seeds inside you. You sigh in content and Jungkook whispers some soothing compliments. He hugs you tight but you are too tired to do anything.

Your sheets, just like your cunt, are ruined and soaked with your juices. You roll on your side and Jungkook's cock pulling off your pussy causes his white cum to leak. You don't really care anyway.

"Are you okay? Was I too much?" Jungkook worries as he witnesses your exhausted state

"It was good, baby" You reassure him but keep your eyes closed

You sneak against him and hug him as tight as you can with a weak body. You hear his beating heart in his chest as you rest your head on it. You hum, so happy to have him in your life. Your boyfriend kisses the top of your head.

"I have to tell you something" You murmur "Promise you won't be mad"

"I promise"

"Before I called you, I turned on a live... So everyone did see us fucking" You confess, hoping that Jungkook won't feel betrayed or anything

"I know. I saw the red light of your camera"

You lift up your head and witness some playfulness in his eyes. You offer him a bright smile and kiss him passionately. Fuck, you are so lucky to have Jungkook. His hands land on your bruised ass. You scoot over and turn to the camera. You look fucked up — and you are indeed. A smirk paints your lips and you look straight into the camera lens.

"No one can fuck me better than him" You announce and end up the live 

Jungkook x Jennette Oneshot Requests

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if you have any ideas you want to see the family go through feel free to share. I’m working on a long piece and I have no clue when it’ll be done. But i don’t want to desert them yk. :)