Im A Simp

I’m a simp

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Felix ♡ Super Bowl -Japanese ver

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Omg what did I just read at 4:30 in the morning?! The tensionnnnnn. I love your writing style, author! Wowowowowow

almonds, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You're having a really shitty day and it ends with Jeon Jungkook cumming on your ass. Oh, some stuff happens in the middle. You eat some almonds. Yeah.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; acquaintances-to-lovers; mentions of fasting (restricted eating for the day); reader is the hot girl bro of her friend group (yup); so much TENSION; JK is def a shy mess and reader teases him just because he's cute; smut w/o penetration (fem reader, semi-public sex in a rented photo studio space, m-receiving oral, handjob, fingering, forearm kink, nipple play, m-masturbation, cum-eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation); non-idol!BTS – hobbyist photographer!Jungkook x model?reader

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“You seem annoyed.”

“Just had to tell someone I didn’t want to date them and then had to deal with a grown man’s hissy fit. Well, I guess that doesn’t make him grown, does it? Hmph. Anyway.”

You threw your jacket aside with too much force and exasperation. it flew off the chair and shot into Jeon Jungkook’s legs.

Oops.

“Um…”

“Sorry,” you muttered, hurrying over and yanking your black-and-scarlet leather bomber off the ground, dumping it firmly on the seat of the foldable chair. “Sorry. It wasn’t that serious. It was simply unnecessary and a waste of time. I also hate being late. Sorry, again.”

“N-No, I mean… we don’t have to do this today. If it’s too much trouble for you.”

You didn’t know Jeon Jungkook that well and yet here you were. You knew of him. He was friends with a lot of your friends, but both he and you were introverted and were the type to be in own your own worlds. There wasn’t much chance to interact with him and you didn’t think to. Also, your male friends got a little weird if other guys approached you too readily, even if they personally knew them. Some macho man shit or something. You didn’t know.

“It’s no trouble. Really.”

You rubbed your forehead and placed your backpack on the table. Maybe you needed a snack. No, now was not the time. You hadn’t eaten at all today. Specifically, for this. You didn’t know Jungkook well, but you did know he was helping another of your friends who was a tattoo artist. He had a photography hobby and he had tattoos done by said friend, so they asked him to take some artsy shots for their tattoo and piercing studio. Your forward helix was done by the same guy on a drunk night (not that the customers were going to know that… also the piercer was the drunk one and you were the sober one, so, honestly, who was the problem), and so were your double helix piercings (sober day and you paid him like a responsible human being), all on your right ear. Since you didn’t have tattoos, you didn’t think you would be asked, but.

As your friend put it, “I don’t want to look at only dudes on my walls. I’m sure my customers don’t either. I need at least one hot girl. Be a bro.”

Okay, bro.

“I was only trying to buy some almonds and I got accosted by this guy I was talking to, then I had to stand there through this guy’s sobbing as the register was malfunctioning and it was all very annoying,” you sighed, then put a pin in the (literal) sob story. It (he) was irrelevant anyway. “But I am free of him.... hopefully… and I’m sorry I’m late. I didn’t expect that to happen today, hah, I simply wanted some fuckin’ almonds.”

You had bowed with your apology. Upon finishing your last remark, you yanked the small packet of almonds out of your bag and slapped them on the black canvas accusingly as if they were the ones that caused you a lot of trouble. As if it was the almonds’ fault, not some dude that couldn’t take the hint and comprehend that you didn’t want a relationship with him.

Maybe you male friends getting a little weird were on the right track.

Also, maybe you should stop trying to sneak behind their backs and meeting guys through apps.

Sigh.

The silence lasted a few seconds.

Then.

A very tentative, “You like nuts?”

You suddenly remembered Jeon Jungkook was standing next to you. Oh, right. “Ah, I heard models eat raw almonds on shoots to curb their hunger,” you chuckled sheepishly, looking up at him and realizing, once again, that there was a lack of closeness preventing you from being too comfortable. He was taller than you and was gazing at you with big, round eyes and a curious expression. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “Since I’m wearing a crop top, I didn’t want to…” You trailed off, hoping he understood.

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, mussing up his hair. “Oh, yeah, I’ve been doing intermittent fasting so I would…”

Then.

Your eyes connected with Jungkook’s and you both stopped talking.

It was only then that you fully processed the man in front of you.

He was wearing a ribbed white tank top that very much showed off his built frame. Whenever Jungkook happened to be at the friend gatherings, he was the type to always wear baggy shirts and loose pants. You had heard before that he worked out a lot, but you had never really thought about it because he preferred to be a fabric mountain in public. Understandable that he enjoyed being comfortable. But now you were taken aback by the close-fitted top and his tapered, straight-leg, dark blue jeans, complete with messy black hair falling over his forehead and grazing the nape of his neck. He typically wore beanies and baseball caps at the get-togethers, probably to avoid styling his hair. All that to say that you weren’t prepared for Jeon Jungkook to look…

Like a model.

Yeah.

He seemed to sense your visual analysis and started, placing his arms over his chest awkwardly as if that was going to block anything. His arms were muscular too. There were no tattoos on his left arm – for now (you knew his type). His entire right arm was a sleeve of them. Deep black and vibrant color, lively tattoos that spread all the way up to his shoulder, ending with crowning petals resembling a floral mandala reaching almost to his collarbone. His hand even had a few small tattoos, the most notable being the sheepish emoji with the squiggly smile.

“Oh, y-yeah, I t-thought… er…”

You didn’t interrupt.

You simply stared at him.

It was unnerving him and it was beginning to greatly amuse you.

“I mean, to take photos of my sleeve and stuff… and you’re so… uh.”

You looked down at yourself. “You said I should wear black and white if I could.” Tight white cropped tank with a thicker, more rigid construction so you didn’t have to wear a bra. Exposed midriff and mid-rise black jeans with a slight flare to accommodate your high-heeled black ankle boots with silver buckles suggestively coffin-shaped.

Hey, you had to have some personality even in a bland outfit.

Jungkook was malfunctioning a little.

“Y… Yeah…”

He also had two rings pierced on the right side of his lip now. He only had one when you saw him last. When had he gotten the second? Your eyes tracked the silver hoops interestedly as Jungkook gulped, revealing the little mole underneath his lips. He had another one on his nose, several on his right cheek, and one on his neck. Hmmmm.

“I was thinking the m-majority of the photos would be black and white… and I would just take some shots of my arm in color later.,” he was saying, backing away from you and into the rented studio space, to the white backdrop and bright lights. There was a camera tripod and monitors set up already. In the center of the white background was a rectangular white pedestal. Probably to sit on to aid with posing. Everything was going to be torso up it seemed.

You followed him, scanning the room. “Oh, I should check my make-up, huh,” you thought out loud.

Sudden heat.

“No, I mean, it’s better if it’s natural, there’s a little–”

You were still standing absolutely motionless as Jungkook brushed his thumb against your left cheek, leaving a trail of prickling skin and a hot sensation pouring down your spine. When did he–? And what was with this earnest, concerned expression? Not quite making eye contact yet, but suddenly realizing what he had done as the silent seconds ticked by. His shaking irises slid towards you, immediately apologetic, but too embarrassed to speak.

Jaw completely slack, mouth open, completely frozen.

“I, um,” you coughed, waving a hand loosely. “It’s a mole. Next to my lip.”

It seemed, to the shock of neither party, that Jungkook had understood that way before you even said it out loud. Probably because he had attempted to wipe your moles away with his finger. Awkward. His thumb was still lingering by your ear.

“O… Oh.”

Yeah. Oh.

“I don’t really wear foundation,” you tried to clarify. “Only on special occasions.”

Jungkook’s face was quite close to yours. He had to bend down a little to be eye-to-eye. He was really staring, similarly to how you were analyzing his body earlier. It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable and you didn’t view it as invasive since you had partaken in the same act earlier.

It was just…

Giving you a racing feeling throughout your veins.

“Your skin is so smooth and pretty already,” he murmured in that deep, dreamy voice of his, almost inaudibly, like he hadn’t meant to say it.

The tops of your ears were abruptly on fire. You had to force the word out.

“T… Thanks.”

You were still clutching the packet of almonds as if they were life support.

The sharp crackle of the plastic cut through the silence. Jungkook jerked, pulling his hand back, and you let out a silent breath, surprised at the suspension of the unpredicted moment. Both looking away from each other, and you didn’t dare look back to check how he was doing because you were internally scolding yourself. It was only the current circumstances. The way the chips fell today was throwing you off your game. You weren’t being professional, not that this was an overly professional setting, but you expected yourself to be professional or at least not intimidate the shit out of someone you were about to work with.

Wouldn’t want weird vibes the entire time.

You wanted to say you were sorry again, but it seemed unnecessary and you would rather show your apologies with action. You shoved the packet of almonds in your pocket.

Damn almonds.

“So, um, what would you like me to do? I’m not a model, but I can follow instructions.”

You forced yourself to face him and not make it weird. It wasn’t a shameful moment and there was no reason to act ashamed about it. At first, Jungkook didn’t move, big peepers and all, but you firmly walked over to the white background and stood there in front of the camera lens, seeing one of the monitors was facing you. You weren’t in focus. You backed up to the rectangular pedestal and now you were, skin glowing under the bright lights, looking inquisitive at the arrangement. Raised a hand. The image was flipped rather than mirrored. Ah, okay. You played with your reflection for a moment while Jungkook hurriedly went behind the camera and fiddled with the settings.

Neither of you said anything about the…

Uh.

Tension.

You left the spot for a moment to hurry back to your backpack. Water, extra clothes in case an outfit change was needed, pocket hand sanitizer for the bus, another package of almonds. You fished out your makeup bag and felt around, taking out the two black hair clips inlaid with mother-of-pearl. Lotus flowers. After a moment of consideration, you unhooked your white gold hoop earrings on your lower lobe piercing and put on the pearl lotus flower earrings you had brought with you. They were tiered and dangled on thin silver chains, waterfalling against your neck. You placed your other earring set in a small black velvet pouch and pocketed them in your right jeans pocket, just in case Jungkook thought the dangling ones were too distracting. As a last thought, you plucked the hand sanitizer from your bag and squirted some on your hands, rubbing them together swiftly.

You had messed with your piercings, after all.

You hurried back, pulling your hair away from your right ear, peering at the monitor. Tucked your hair behind your show ear and placed the hair clips accordingly so all your ear piercings were on display.

“Oh!”

“I thought it would be good to show off a little,” you mentioned absentmindedly, frowning as you noticed the chain connecting one of your helixes to your higher lobe piercing was tangled. You carefully pulled the strand of hair away and swept it back. Hadn’t thought of bringing hairspray, shit. Hopefully–

You froze, your hands framing your ear.

Looked up and Jungkook was gawking at your narcissistic use of the monitor.

“Ah, it’s just… there’s no mirror…” Your eyes shifted, rueful in your vanity. “I could go to the bathroom and…”

“N-No, it’s totally fine,” he sputtered. You sensed movement and looked back to see him waving his arms frantically. “I didn’t even think of any of these things, like accessories and hair and stuff… I was kind of hoping that you already knew what you liked… and stuff…”

Even though you weren’t originally close with Jungkook, there were parts of your personality that you just couldn’t hold back.

Like teasing.

“You said and stuff twice,” you snickered.

Immediately, Jungkook gave you this look of puffed cheeks and indignation. “Hey!” Then he seemed to realize his childlike outburst and flushed, shaking his head quickly. “Argh…”

You laughed, dropping your hands and relaxing your shoulders. Better to move along with this newfound tension than the previous one. You straightened and turned your body, right side with all your piercings facing the camera, the ornate earrings catching the light.

“Come on. Let’s start.”

You had thought it would be weird, modeling like this, but it was much easier since you weren’t supposed to look at the camera. With a purpose and your willingness to continue, Jungkook instructed you to tilt your head and move your body. It was quick considering it was primarily your right profile. He asked for movement of your hair and head so there was some life to the photos rather than just the stills. Once you sat on the pedestal and moved your head, he brought the camera tripod closer and stepped around it, holding the small remote in his left hand.

“I did a few solo shots before you arrived,” he was saying, concentrated on the task at hand. “Just to test lighting and stuff. Do you want to review? Or should we move on?”

“Do you like at least one of them?” you chuckled, turning your head back.

Jungkook was bent over the table, bringing the wireless mouse over so he could change the window and scroll through what was taken. You had a brief moment of looking at his shoulder blades and back muscles before ripping your gaze away, seeing your own face in a filter of black and white. Oh. It hadn’t really sunk in that this was photography until this moment. You almost didn’t recognize yourself.

Was that you?

Whoa.

“This one is good. And this one.”

Lips. Jawline. Lowered lashes. Hair curling along the other shoulder, creating that kind of wild devil-may-care fantasy. The choice of mother-of-pearl shone even in the black-and-white. For some reason you had thought of your role in this as quite small – Jungkook was the tattooed one, after all – but there was a mood created here. Calm yet definitive. On the edge of rebellious.

Maybe you had been chosen for more than just being the bro hot girl.

Hm.

“Do you think we need more?” you asked, not knowing the answer.

Jungkook chewed on the left side of his lower lip, puffing his cheek cutely. A thinking face. “I don’t think so? There’s going to be mostly drawn art and finished tattoo photos on the walls. As far as I know, our full-body pictures are going to be blown up but used very sparingly. We’re just there to be pretty.”

You didn’t miss a beat. “So, you think you’re pretty.”

You saw his shoulders flinch. “T-T-That’s just what I was told,” he stammered, tongue-tied.

“It’s okay, I think you’re pretty,” you casually interrupted. “Then this is probably enough. How do you want to pose for the couple photos?”

“C-C-Couple?”

You took a second to stare at yourself for another moment and turned your head, lifting your gaze. Not trying to make it weird. Round, dark brown eyes with curls of black hair over his brows. Lips parted and quickly shutting as you made eye contact. Someone was silently telling themselves to get a grip.

Well.

You were about to get close.

“Um…”

It was already weird just standing in the frame with him. Deep breath. It would be no good to stand here like self-made scarecrows. Come on. It wasn’t like you would be forced to interact with him every day after this. Plus, you already started with a bad impression. The sooner you finished, the sooner you would be able to go home and treat this like any other day.

Right?

“What about…”

You backed up. Jungkook squeaked but you ignored it, taking his right arm and placing his hand on your left shoulder so it crossed over your body and he held you against his torso. Again, you didn’t have to look at him or the camera. You only took a moment to adjust his forearm and not think about how solid it was before turning your head to the left and pulling back your shoulders to lift your chest.

Your ass touched the front of his pants.

Ahem.

You tapped his thigh impatiently.

“Ah, r-right…”

You tried not to think about how deep his voice was or how you could feel his chest vibrate from the tops of your shoulder blades against his pecs. Nope. You heard the sound of the camera and tilted your head again, raising your chin, and did not think about how nice he smelled. Like fresh laundry detergent but not overpowering. You swept your hair back so your collarbones were bare, putting your hair between him and you.

Jungkook angled his body so he wasn’t chest-to-back anymore.

Oh.

Then you attempted not to stiffen as his arm slid across so that his elbow was above your breasts, no, pressed against them, the grip on your shoulder tightening and suddenly his bicep and forearm were pushing your tits together through your crop top.

Um.

The right side of his body pressed against your back and you felt his breath against the crown of your head, his chin resting on you, um, but still you didn’t say anything, his leg shifting forward and now his thigh was pressed to your ass and the back of your leg, UM?!, and Jungkook exhaled, slow and with a shudder.

You did not interrupt.

Stood shock still.

It didn’t so much bother you as it confirmed some things.

“Ah, s-sorry, I should have as–”

“It’s fine,” you replied automatically, not wanting to get into it, glancing at the monitor. The preview was small but even at this distance it was effective. Worth it. “Do whatever you think would give a good result. We have to try things,” you muttered, untangling yourself a little. “Let’s…”

Fuck it.

You turned around.

For a brief glimpse, you spotted Jungkook’s shocked expression, but you avoided it, planting your hands on his waist. No, that wouldn’t do. Your arms felt like they were in the way. You slid them back, over his sides and up, fanning your fingers out. Centimeters between your body and his. His right arm was now along your back, but only loosely, and with his musculature it wasn’t laying quite right if you kept this current distance between each other. You could tell from the way his upper arm was positioned against your shoulder.

You pressed to him.

Chest to chest.

Angled your head so your cheek faced his face and your eyes fixated to the side, not looking at him. But you could feel him. Feel the shallowing of his breath against your cheekbone. Feel the solidness of his body in your arms. Feel his shoulder muscles under your fingertips tense. Like you were really hugging him, except you weren’t.

Not really.

Right.

“Put your arm around me,” you said softly but firmly.

“T-This…?”

“With your thumb in my right back belt loop.”

You felt Jungkook’s entire body stiffen.

“E-Eh…?!”

Your eyes darted to the side and you glared at him from your peripheral vision, seeing beautiful expressive eyes far too close but never mind that. “Come on. It’s a tattoo and piercing shop. Provocative, remember?” You looked away again, to your right. Steeled your voice and sharpened it. You could feel the damn almonds in your left jeans front pocket. You should have put them in your bag.

For fuck’s sake.

“Do it.”

You had asked him to do it but you still weren’t prepared for his fingertips to brush the top of your ass and his palm rest against your hip. You lifted your pelvis away from him, pressing more into his torso, involuntarily closing your eyes. Too weird to stare out wide-eyed anyway.

“Just tell me when you’ve taken it.”

Seconds that felt like hours.

You could tell he was taking the photos. You felt his arm shift. Tilt. Another. His hand moved up and you managed not to shiver. Nudging your head with his nose. You followed the movement obediently. You weren’t going to make this any weirder than it already was. His touch barely on your hot skin. Held your breath.

“O… Okay.”

You moved back and you felt Jungkook also release a tense exhale. He didn’t back away from you though. You tried to think of another pose. Maybe if you just laid your hand on his shoulder as if you were about to walk past him and.

Wait.

You jerked back as Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest and yanked his white tank top up and over his head. Arms flexed, tan skin and inked patterns. You bit back the surprised sound that threatened to escape, looking away quickly and snapping your jaw tight.

“Wha–What are you doing?” you forced out as evenly as you could, snapping your head as Jungkook flung the article of clothing aside like it was goddamn litter. Um, hello? You gawked after it as it skidded across the floor, missing the table just so.

“Shit, I missed–”

You whipped your head back and Jungkook froze, as if he only now noticed you were real human being and not a prop. Now you were aimlessly standing there with a shirtless Jeon Jungkook that you had been getting closer to, but wasn’t this too close, he was too fit and attractive to…

To?

Oh, fuck.

You really hoped he hadn’t noticed your glance at his hard dark nipples and toned abs. It wasn’t exactly something you could ignore. You weren’t curious. Really. His pecs were right in front of your face. Still, you didn’t want to be seen as disrespectful or creepy.

Your jaw was slack.

On cue, an inappropriate thought popped into your head.

And you said it, because, well, you never missed an opportunity to tease.

“This is exactly how all porno vids start, Jungkook.”

Oh, come on. Not that casual tone. And why did you add his name with familiarity like that? That was so unnecessary. Now he was turning fifty shades of red. Great. None of that helped. Of course not. And you chose the crass term over adult films. Maybe you were too much of a bro. You cleared your throat and looked away, trying to break the tension with a soft chuckle.

And, of course, you both spoke at once.

“Ah, why did you…?”

“I mean, you said provocative, so,” Jungkook blurted out way too fast. “I had fasted because I thought it would be good to take off my… uh…” And now you witnessed the processing of that idea in real time. Hm, taking off your shirt for a photoshoot? Great idea. Taking it off in front of a woman you only kind of knew? Er. And in front of a woman that he…

You looked at him.

Jungkook immediately shut up.

You could see he was mildly regretting yeeting his tank top so far.

This couldn’t end if you didn’t get a grip. So, you got a grip and stepped up, half of your body covering his chest, your left side to his left side. You saw him stiffen, but you ignored it, looking straight ahead to the white paper backdrop behind him. Told yourself to breathe. Then you turned your head and you were staring at Jungkook’s left ear. He had three earrings on this side, but they were plainer compared to the five thicker huggies on his left. He stood shock-still, unsure of what to do even though this was his idea.

“Turn your arm so it shows the tiger lily.”

His head jerked and suddenly Jungkook was looking back at you.

You were so close that you could see his moles clearly, especially the one underneath his soft parted lips.

“You… You noticed the tiger lily?”

It was on the inside of his forearm. You had seen the vibrant orange under your lashes and immediately recognized the distinctive shape. You stared into those chocolate irises, barely moving your lips.

“You like them?” you whispered.

Your breath and his breath, mixing.

“It’s… It’s my birth flower…” Jungkook mumbled, dream-like.

He was both a striking and adorable man.

You smiled.

Not breaking eye contact.

“Take the photo.”

A second of hesitation.

“Ah, r-right.”

But Jungkok didn’t look away.

You felt his left hand by the bulge in your jeans pocket. Those damn almonds. Felt him press the button and wondered why the fuck you were still carrying deez nuts, but those thoughts came and went, not dawdling because you were under Jungkook’s gaze. Not overbearing, not trying to feel you out, but, rather, relaxing as you watched him, curious. That was the word.

Curious.

You leaned in closer, pressing your hip to his.

These goddamn almonds.

Placed your fingertips on his collarbone, casting shadows over his neck and jaw.

His chin tilted down, and now your lashes were lowering and so were his. Heavy with a mood. Acting. Just acting, you reminded yourself. Your brow barely touched his. Nearly nose-to-nose. You felt his hand shift a little, but at this point that was his job to press the button and your job to pretend like this chemistry was natural. His scent really was lovely. His sheets must smell just like him. Must be nice to lay in them and wake up with him beside you.

You whispered into the still air between you and him.

“I don’t really like this side of my face,” you murmured.

Those dark eyes flickered to yours.

“Looks good to me,” Jungkook said delicately.

Your fingertips slipped over the curve of his muscle.

He gasped under you and he tried to hide it, letting his eyelids slide shut. He couldn’t see you now. Couldn’t see you tilt your head just a little more. The faintest movement. His hair brushed against your forehead and temples. The distance between your lips and his was so narrow that you could feel the metal of the silver rings as you spoke once more.

“You can’t hide from me just because you close your eyes.”

A moment of closed lids.

Then.

Those brown irises rising beneath coy lashes.

A second.

You took a step back, mid-smile.

Jungkook’s right hand shot out and gripped your waist, pulling you back.

It happened all at once. The wispy exhale leaving your lungs. The warmth of his touch and strength of his tug making you collide with his body. Your hand stopping yourself, pressed against his sternum, molding to the curves. Your face suddenly centimeters from his, a soft gasp falling from your lips, and those round brown eyes went wide as if he only now realized that actions have consequences, as if this wasn’t the expected result, as if his bold move wouldn’t be met by a bolder one.

The movement had been so fast that strands of his black hair were still falling back onto his forehead.

You angled your head and kissed him.

Not the quick flitting peck that toyed with emotions but the press-to-heart, inhale-and-caress kiss, your hand sliding down, the pad of your middle finger stopping on his nipple. Not moving it, but he shivered against your touch, muffled whine under your lips, and your other hand grazed his hip, fingers dancing along the waistband of his jeans. No hesitation. Mature and sensual, his hair against your temples, yours whisking over his arm, your crotch to his hip.

You moved your left thigh forward.

Jungkook yelped into your mouth and drew back, his cheeks flushing pink.

Your hand slid across his bare back and pulled him back against you. You and him now entangled in a ying-yang embrace, no one able to escape. Traced a circle around his hard nipple and you could feel the trembling against your chest, hear the sharp inhale, watch him bite back a whimper. Your lips and breath followed his jaw as you spoke.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?”

His hand on your waist tightened.

You raised an eyebrow to his stunned expression that seemed more like a cover-up than it was honest. Not a cover-up for ill intentions, no. He was trying to hide something else. Excitement. Ah, that wasn’t it either. You stared into those expressive eyes. Read him like a book. He was…

You smiled.

Pressed your thigh against the hard bulge between his legs.

Jeon Jungkook was horny.

“I…” He completely paused with his mouth open. You waited, dancing your nails over his spine. “I was… I was going to…” His face was getting redder. He was still clutching you, his expression telling you that he couldn’t believe that you had taken that last moment from him. You ticked your head.

Challengingly.

“Go on then. Kiss me like you mean it.”

You wouldn’t have held it against him if he didn’t. Wouldn’t have been salty about it. You could be wrong, after all. Could be, but weren’t, because Jungkook’s brows furrowed, a spark of annoyance flaring through his expression. Flint to flame. You tilted your head back. Making him reach for it.

A sliding clatter.

Your head whipped to follow the sound. The small camera remote shot behind your bodies, hitting the backdrop, stark black against white, and then you felt strong fingers slide into your hair, turning you back to a playful smirk adorned with two silver lip rings.

Jungkook kissed you.

A little bit of desperation, a lot of defiance, and the electric taste of uncertainty, the fear of coming on too strong, but you did him one better, rolling your body into his and pressing back to him. Breathing in his scent, running your fingertips over his skin. Hooking two fingers on his belt loop and pulling him closer even though he couldn’t be any physically closer. It wasn’t enough. The tip of your tongue flitting between his lips, gently asking for more.

His sweet gasp addictive, saturated with the wind of the butterflies in his heart.

You ran your thumb along the top of the waistband, stroking his hot skin, and slipped your tongue into his mouth. His tongue brushed up against yours, sending a delicious wave of shivers through your chest, and you exhaled into his throat, low and slow, tasting him, savoring his quivering whimper, trapped in the heat under bright lights and electric tension. His left hand cupped your head, deepening the kiss, more, another, tongue against tongue, body against body, pulse beating in harmony.

You broke the kiss, but only to breathe and cross your arms.

Pulled up, inside out, stripping off your top and casting it out of the way, your hands already taking Jungkook’s wrists before it hit the ground. He stared down, wide-eyed, sputtering, and you pressed his palms to your sides, shivering at the contact of another. Guided him up, up, gliding your fingers over his and closing them around your breasts.

Jungkook gawked at you, jaw completely slack.

You smirked. “Wanna take a photo like this?”

His eyes narrowed. A touch possessive. It made your smirk grow.

“Fuck no.”

Your chuckle was cut off by another one of his kisses, respectively hard and soft from his piercings and his lips, insistent and heated. His hands squeezing, and you sighed approvingly, letting go so he could explore, running his fingers over your hard nipples. Moaning with you, kiss after kiss, breaking the chain to look down and awe at the way his hands framed your breasts, following the curve, pushing your large nipples with his index fingers, and he groaned, his eyes hazy, kissing you again, harder, hips to hips, that hard bulge fitting between the space of your thighs. Rolling his body into yours, chasing your lips despite you not moving away. Pleas hidden in his thin breath. You hooked a leg around his thigh and you saw his eyelashes flutter, moaning into your mouth, needy and wanting.

“What’s wrong?” you purred.

Grinded against him, lightly thrusting, way past suggestion at this point, stings of pleasure racing through you as his fingers flicked at your nipples, those brown irises glassy and unfocused, struggling to get his bearings.

“O-Oh… fuck…”

You fanned your fingers over his sides, sliding down his shapely back, your touch slipping under the top of his jeans.

“Don’t you wish?”

A shadow of confusion, but you simply rocked his hips into yours, digging your nails into the top of his ass and making him gasp, pressing up against you. Your lips hovering over that trembling mole under his lips, placing a single chaste kiss on his skin.

Airy chuckle.

“I didn’t plan to fuck you, so I didn’t bring protection or anything,” you explained, bouncing your breasts into his muscular chest. “I’m sorry but I can’t take that risk just because you’re cute and I like the way you taste.”

His defeated whine was too delicious to resist.

“But.”

You wanted to feel this heat a little more. Stare into those eyes a little longer. Too fast, other people would say. Fuck off, you would say. Those large brown eyes, that dreamy curious expression, that racing feeling from two electric hearts entangled with lustful friction down below, and you couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“I have some ideas of things we can do.”

You led him back, making him lean against the rectangular pedestal.

“Poses, if you will.”

The way Jungkook smiled make the world sparkle with mirth.

“You cool with that?” you asked, not wanting to continue if there was no desire. His erection threatened to rip his damn jeans, and yet you wanted to hear him say it. Took his hands from your chest and placed them behind him, helping him catch the corners so he didn’t topple over. Placed your hands over his, stroking his knuckles. You lifted your head and Jungkook caught your gaze.

Biting the side of his lower lip and wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“I’m cool with you.”

Couldn’t help but smirk, leaning in. Lips and tongue and the slow fuck of his soft mouth, devouring his whines as you traced his body lines. His thighs. His sides. Down the center of his chest, your fingertips grazing, your lips leaving his and feathering down his neck. The tremble of his pecs now under your kisses, even the raging beat of his heart, his shallow breath skipping as your tongue tasted him, intoxicated by his scent and the way his body followed your every touch, wordlessly begging for more.

His moan was low and throaty, tapering to a whimper as you unbuttoned his jeans.

Unzipped them, breathing hot over his clothed section, pressing your lips to the strained fabric.

“P-Please…”

Even here, he smelled intentionally clean. Pure. Physically, anyway. Mentally, you doubted it, mostly because Jungkook was practically humping your face in impatience as you wiggled the top of his jeans down his tense thighs.

“Please… anything you want… please, please, do it…”

You pushed his black boxer briefs down.

Washing a burning hot exhale over taut skin and straining veins, making sure to look up at him to see Jungkook checking to see if you were satisfied with what you discovered, then immediately turning red when you caught him, tucking his chin against his shoulder to avoid your gaze. Black hair falling over his eyes. Biting his lip hard, trying to keep his cool.

You licked the dark red head expectantly.

His hips bucked. Gasp torn from his lips. The strong taste spread over your tongue, pre-cum and lust, and you cocked an eyebrow as Jungkook carefully ticked his head back, looking down at you from his peripheral vision, the left side of his lower lip caught between his teeth. He was a sizeable length and girth. Nothing you couldn’t handle and dismantle.

You closed your lips around the swollen head and teased the slit.

“Nrgh…hah…”

Tongue swirling, taking him deeper. Slow, wet, running wet muscle up and down from tip to base, rubbing that thin skin just under the head with persistent pressure and then all the way down to flick out against his balls. Hard then soft. Fuck. That prickling sensation sliding down your back was not a good sign. Molding your tongue to his cock, taking him deep, digging your own grave in the way that everyone hoped for when touching someone for the first time.

The taste, the scent, the lust.

The earnestness of him trying to hold himself back, wanting to succumb to your tight mouth and persistent desire rather than heedlessly chase his own pleasure. Trusting you and trusting that you could get him there.

Fuck.

You wanted to hiss, have some common sense, but your mouth was full of his dick so that wasn’t happening.

“You’re so hot, oh, fuck… fuck…”

Glanced up and saw Jungkook was staring down at you, your face, your tits, your knees planted down firmly. Your hands were on his thighs, keeping him steady as you took him in your mouth, deep to hit your throat and squeeze around the head, up across the roof of your mouth with your tongue rubbing against the underside, your lips catching at the base of the tip and brushing against the throbbing skin, his moan hitching, so sexy, so dreamy, so sublime in its rawness, unfiltered and untainted by expectation.

Well.

You hadn’t expected to suck off Jeon Jungkook in the middle of the photoshoot either.

Life finds a way.

There wasn’t room or time to laugh at your inappropriate thoughts so you went back to focusing on keeping that pressure, that building pace, pulling your shoulders back and driving them forward to diffuse the impact of the force you were exerting. Close, hearing it in his rough voice. Seeing his head tilting back, black hair and tan skin glimmering with sweat. His toned chest flexed, his shoulders strained, and suddenly you realized that it was your name in that needy, desperate tone. Your name falling out of shaking lips, followed by so good, fuck, you’re so good. Your name melting into his moan, filling his lungs, each breath drenched with potent, carnal desire. You were used to that.

What you weren’t used to was this sudden unbearable craving to hear Jungkook say it again.

And again.

Him, specifically.

Fuck.

He came with a groan, his head falling so far back that you could barely see his face, his hips thrusting up and your lips closing in. Thick spurts, messy spasms, squishing saliva and cum into the back of your throat. Strong and surprisingly delicious. An obvious tingle dispersing up the insides of your spread thighs, the pulse of his shuddering length mirroring your lower body.

Want me more.

Licking all around, swallowing, gripping his shaking hips so he couldn’t escape you, encouraged by his delicate but still compliant whimpers. There was an undertone here. How long? How long had he felt these sparks? How long had he dreamed for them to become fire? Was it after your bodies had touched or after you walked in and took off your jacket?

Before that?

You pulled back, your tongue lingering, swirling around his stiff, twitching length.

Those glassy brown eyes would tell you anything right now.

“I don’t want to stop here,” you murmured, staring into the windows of his soul.

“Please, d-don’t…” Breathless, panting, erotic. “I–”

Your fingers wrapped around his girth and pumped him.

“A-Ah!”

Calmly leaned in and curled your tongue around his balls, scooping them into your mouth, all while twisting your hand. Base to tip, creating a tight seal with the residual saliva. He wasn’t prepared. You could visibly watch the ecstasy ripple up from his core to his shocked expression, his eyes rolling back and his head falling, flushed lips quivering, hardly breathing as you held both with his balls with your lips and danced your tongue over them. Rapid strokes. Wet slick. Switching from one and then the other, humming to provide a strumming vibration. Changing the direction of your tongue and the pressure of your lips before switching again, from left to right, all the while keeping a firm, steady pace on his cock.

“Oh, s-shit, what, a-aaah… Your m-mouth is insane, wha…?”

Chasing a feeling.

His high and maybe it could be your pride, your ego, whatever. Sin. The immense satisfaction of watching someone unravel. Jungkook made it beautiful, surreal with his deep but clear voice, dreamy with his hard body lines and soft trembling against you, trying so hard to be so good and not disturb your hard work so he could get the most out of it.

So he could savor your desire for him.

So he could bask in it.

So he could want it more.

“I-I, ah, I’m gonna cum again, please, please, please let me cum in your mouth, ple–”

The fuck was Jeon Jungkook so stupid hot for?

The slight irritation must have shown on your face and it did nothing to stop him, his head snapping back and suddenly he was burning under your gaze. You popped your mouth off and left a trail of spit down his legs, sliding your tongue out to hover under the dark purple-red head of his throbbing cock, pushing him to the edge, hard, fast, racing, I’m so close, you’re so sexy, oh, fuck, that racing prickling down your spine and a heady haze invading all your thoughts, the kind of haze that made you forget common sense, forget the earlier events of the day, and forget even the previous apprehension of being so close to someone you didn’t know too well.

Now you knew a lot.

Heh.

He could see it and you could feel it, the warm streak streaming across your tongue, another splattering before you pressed the flinching head to your mouth, hearing his ragged moan and hiking whimpers, oversensitive and overstimulated and willfully drowning in it, feels so fucking good, your lips are so soft, a-ah, swallowing and grazing your lips over him, faint but so wet, sucking off your saliva and replacing the wetness with kisses, making his body twist and writhe, unable to take it all but wanting to, needing to so damn bad that he thrust into your face, smearing your cheek with leaking cum and spit.

Jungkook moaned so fucking loud that you swore security was about to walk into the rented studio space and catch you pinning him down.

“Hey, hey,” you chided, crawling back up his body, gripping his shoulders. “Don’t lose your mind–”

His lips collided with yours and silenced your words, lip piercings electrifying the contact, kissing you again and again, surely tasting himself but you had no time to warn or complain, suddenly feeling hurried hands fumbling with your jeans, slipping, stumbling, too much haste and too much lust, mumbling against your lips.

“Stop me, stop me if you don’t want it,” he was saying and there was no need, but you appreciated him saying it all the same, fighting with his grasp to undo the fastenings yourself, and then his fingertips found your hot skin. You sucked in a tight breath. Jeans heavy enough to fall down your thighs, and then two fingers hooking on each side of your barely-there, bikini-cut black panties, a second and then gone, now shivering at the rush of cool air on your damp heat.

The moment before he touched you.

Your gaze caught his under lashes, and his eyes shifted back up to you, his lips brushing against yours.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone this fast and this bad,” he gasped.

Honestly, you couldn’t really think about anyone else but Jeon Jungkook right now.

“Me neither.”

You grabbed his right hand and shoved two of his fingers into your pussy.

Middle and ring finger, gasping at the full feeling and the slick ease, pushing him up to his knuckles right away. The response was immediate. His eyes widening, your inner walls closing in around them, your juices dripping onto the silver ring on his index finger, hoping he was okay with that. Thankfully, it was a plain band so there wasn’t much irritating friction when you began to roll your hips into his hand. He thrust upwards, shooting a wave of pleasure through you, and you snapped your head up, exhale laced with the sting of hunger.

“S-Sorry, I got excit–”

You grabbed his head and shut him up, driving his fingers into you to indicate the deep and intense pace you desired before diving into his lips, catching his tongue and sucking on it. You had expected him to be strong and he did not disappoint. It was a rough ride and you rode it with ease, with wild greed, with commitment of your full body, hips and back and teasing his tongue, one hand tangled in his hair and the other gripping his hard forearm just in case you needed to tell him to adjust or stop.

His muscle was like iron.

You glanced down, seeing ink shadowed by your vicious grip. He must work out. Had to with this amount of control and how hard he was flexing right now. Looked back up and Jungkook was watching you, curious of your attention shift, and then you felt his forearm pulse.

Teasing you.

A flash of mischief in those dark brown orbs.

You narrowed your eyes and nipped at his lower lip.

Still felt him smirk though.

Punk.

But there was no time, inhaling sharply as you came in violent pulses, your pussy molding around his fingers and squeezing tightly. Your slick juices sticking to the inside of your thighs despite his hand being there, your skin tingling hot even with the aggressive air conditioning, your lips pressing into his. Shuddering, eyes closing, heartbeat pounding in your throat, alive.

Fuck.

“F… Fuck…”

Jungkook didn’t scold you about your unladylike language, at least.

“Can I…?”

He asked you something but the afterglow was leaving you lust-drunk, simply agreeing and turning around. His wet fingers trailed over your hip, your thigh, and then back to where they had been between your legs. His other hand on your lower abdomen, pressing your ass back and you finally understood, half-smiling when you felt his semi-hard cock sliding between the dip in your ass. His whimpering gasp, letting go of your torso to adjust himself behind you. Now the wet head was tucked in the space just under your tailbone. An obscene scene, his two fingers sliding back into your pussy, ah, so full, and his hand returned to your chest, pinching your nipples. His forehead hit your shoulder, forcing you to arch your back.

His moan heated your shoulder blades, desperation pitching as he rolled his hips into your ass.

“F-Feels so good, your skin is so soft–”

You reached back and pushed the sides of your ass together, creating a deeper channel.

“A-Ah, oh, fuck, fuuuuuuuck…”

You were about to say something but then you realized the camera was still on.

The remote was meters away so no photos were being taken. The monitor was still on though, and you could clearly see yourself with Jungkook’s left hand all over your breasts, your hard nipples pinched and tugged at, his tattooed forearm over your lower belly and crotch while you held your ass in position for his hardening cock to rut behind you.

Your hair was a gotten mess, leaving your face in tangled shadow.

The top of his black hair was balanced on your shoulder.

His forehead was pretty damn sweaty but you didn’t even care.

His hand between your legs slipping, the two fingers now atop your swollen clit, rubbing softly, harder, your voice hoarse with exertion, and he did exactly as you asked, building up the pace, your nipples stiffening even more at his actions and causing sparks to dance in your blood, your breath shallowing, falling into it, letting go, your hair tumbling back onto his shoulder and closing your eyes, diving into the pleasure, wave after wave, feeling him harden against you, his strong thighs behind yours, somehow holding you up through sheer willpower.

You gasped his name, delicate and breathless, and Jungkook moaned behind you.

Slick becoming slicker, the scent of sweet-sour lust saturating the air, sticking to the insides of your thighs.

Should have brought a damn condom.

His hand left your tingling chest and you felt the head of his cock throb, smearing even more pre-cum between your ass. The aftershocks of orgasm stung through you, leaving you faint and woozy. He kept rubbing against your skin, rock-hard, whimpering, mumbling under his ragged breath.

It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you.

“Can I… Can I cum on your ass? Please? Please, I…”

Was it possible to fall in love with someone for being an insatiable horndog?

You had to laugh. It sounded more like an airless wheeze. Nice. If that didn’t lock him down, you next words had to be the ticket.

“Are you a freak?”

You turned around to face him and Jungkook shrugged, chewing on his lower lip.

“I am now?” he admitted in uncertain question.

You grinned. “Lucky you, ‘cause so am I.”

Then you pointed to the active monitor to remind him that the camera was, in fact, still on, enjoying every second of his face turning shades of deeper and deeper pink with his hand still around his hard dick. He had such adorable wide-eyed shock. You yanked him up, both of you still entangled with your pants down your shins, and yet it was just a fun obstacle at the time (although much later you would wonder why you hadn’t simply kicked them off). Shuffled to switch places, balancing your lower abdomen and crotch on the top of the rectangular pedestal, bending over with your ass in the air.

This was probably the best action this studio was getting in its entire existence.

Blessed, truly.

You turned your head to make sure you were in frame, not putting much pressure but just enough to not fall over, arching your back to have your breasts look their best, exposing their full perky shape, reaching back to spread your pussy lips for Jungkook to look at as he jacked off.

You were, as they say, a generous sex goddess.

“W-Woah!”

You smirked as his attention was completely diverted from the equipment, forgetting to be embarrassed, his jaw dropping as you flexed your opening, letting out a shaky breath as you heard the wetness echo in the silence. Tightening your core, releasing, and you could see his grip tense, moving, his lashes lowering. The pleasure was palpable from the heavy scent of sex to the sound of hand on taut skin. Jungkook was standing slightly beside your legs, every so often grazing the dripping, tender head to the top of your ass, moaning wantonly at the contact. You could clearly see the rapid movement of his arm, could sense the speed and power and desperation, fiercely chasing orgasm with his eyes roaming over your back, ass, pussy, back up to the monitor to stare at your obviously hard nipples, and if someone walked in right now you would most certainly snarl at them to wait for Jungkook to finish.

They would probably be too shell-shocked at this literal porno-vid-to-real-life to even say anything but never mind that.

You stiffened reflexively as you felt his searching fingers glide over your slit. Checked and his eyes were rolling back, groaning as he felt your muscle control, mumbling something about wanting to put his cock in your pussy so bad, not right now, I can’t, I can’t, I w-wouldn’t last, a-ah, I have to be good for you, shivers racing through your body at the suggestion, a craving created, and you gave in, sighing dreamily, his finger circling your sensitive clit, the pulse thudding under his touch, and you moaned for him, asking for it.

Which was how you ended up orgasming again with Jungkook stroking your clit and shooting out a stream of hot cum over your ass, pitching forward and smearing it up your back.

Dripping all over you.

“D-Don’t stop…” you gasped out.

Not shying away from the overwhelm and instead aching for it.

His fingers pumped in and out of your wet tightness, your walls spasming at the extended pleasure, barely registering him lifting himself up so he didn’t crush you into the pedestal, rocking your hips back so he struck deeper, harder, and then you yelped, hazy vision clearing suddenly at the feeling of hot tongue to your back.

The surprise made you freeze as you spotted Jungkook in the monitor.

His dark eyes followed yours as he licked his cum off your ass, devious mouth trailing kisses.

Well.

Shit.

An intense high bolted through you and you gasped, knees buckling, pussy clenching around his fingers and throwing your head back, drawn-out moan bursting out of your lungs, clutching the corners for balance and perhaps just to orient to reality, the impossibility and sinfulness of the situation blossoming into a vicious orgasm that crawled up your legs, your arms, chewing throughout your lungs, mounting pleasure as Jungkook pulled a finger out to press against your clit.

He must have felt it.

His warm moan heating your lower back, the delicate pad of his fingertip sensing the brutality of the throbs ransacking you. Even you were witness, the camera monitor revealing everything, seeing the tendons of your neck pop and your collarbones prominent. Lashes low, pink tongue sliding out of your flushed lips, the memory of his unique kiss lingering and making you dream of him already.

You had run out of witty things to say.

Thoughts in general currently obsolete.

“H-Hah…”

Your hands slid down, still shaking from the fallout of the afterglow.

“L-Let me… Let me go to the bathroom and get you something to c-clean up,” Jungkook panted, attempting to get to his feet very unsteadily. You made a noise of agreement, breathing hard although not very loudly, pushing your hair back. It was doomed. You were hunched over and the tousled wave simply fell back, but you let it be because at the moment post-nut clarity was setting in.

Bro.

You just fucked Jeon Jungkook in the middle of the photoshoot.

Pushing off, standing on legs that had the structural integrity of soft tofu, wondering why you also had brains of soft tofu as well. For fuck’s sake. What happened to getting a grip? You yanked at your jeans, not quite pulling them all the way up yet. How old were you now? Surely true adults aren’t this deranged. Surely over the years you would have learned to not fuck a guy you barely knew. And completely sober!

Your stomach growled.

The hunger was not only sexual, it seemed.

Your hand hit the left pocket of your jeans. The crunch of plastic. You frowned, reaching in and pulling out a small package of almonds. You stared at it. Wow. Seriously. The mascot on the almonds looked way too jovial for how disheveled you were right now. You stomach clawed at your insides upon seeing the food.

Fuck it.

Jungkook came back to you holding the handful of almonds and chomping away.

The plastic was on the ground. Actual litter. You would pick it up later. Eat first. He was still shirtless. You wondered if he ran into anyone. You found that you didn’t really care as long as he only thought about you. Seemed like he did, because he skidded to a stop, looking terribly concerned.

You popped another almond in your mouth.

“Uh…”

Shit, you really liked him.

His brows knitted together. “I got some tissues. And paper towels, in case your back…”

You took the tissues and wiped between your legs, still holding the unsalted nuts with your left hand. “I probably need a shower. No one is gonna know you came on me anyway.” Chew, chew. Damn, you super liked him. Shit. Jungkook hovered next to you, not wanting to leave. You usually hated that but not with him. Oh, no. You pretended that you weren’t going to give up all responsibilities to fuck him seven days a week even though you barely knew him. Well, you knew what he was like in bed.

Really fuckin’ good.

Heh.

Technically not in a bed yet, but, eh, semantics.

“I’m really hungry,” you remarked.

“Me too,” Jungkook nodded, but he was still stuck to you, as close as he could be without clinging onto you. Trying to be cool about it. You glanced at him and he looked away quickly, feigning like he hadn’t been staring. Your jeans weren’t buttoned, but they were hanging off your hips. Ah, that explained it. You hadn’t handed him the wad of used tissues despite him clearly showing that he would help you with that gladly.

You fisted the rest of the almonds.

No, not actually.

Fine, you dumped the remainder into your mouth. Chewed thoughtfully. “I have a question and I want a truthful answer,” you mused, directing your gaze at him. Jungkook peeked back through his curls of mostly dry black hair. Must have wiped off his sweat. “Did you plan this?”

He shook his head very quickly and straightforwardly. “No, I didn’t. I swear.”

You believed him. “Never thought about it?”

His hesitation was glaringly obvious.

“Um…”

You waited.

“Y-Yeah… but it was hard to approach you… and I didn’t even think you remembered me.”

You frowned. “Of course, I remember you. I’ve seen you often. You’re not easy to miss.”

His ears were bright red. “O… Oh…”

You thought about it. There weren’t many opportunities for Jeon Jungkook and you to be alone. Then… The cheerful trickster face of the tattoo artist popped into your head.

You frowned slightly. “Did he plan this?”

The possibility seemed to have dawned on Jungkook. He looked surprised and then confused. “I never said… was it that night, when we were drinking at four in the morning…?” His dark brows furrowed. “I don’t remember what happened that night…”

You stared at him.

He slowly slipped from his thoughts and looked back at you, somewhat terrified at your intensity.

You told him exactly what you thought.

“You’re an idiot.”

He sputtered. “H-Hey!”

You shrugged. “Still wanna fuck you though. With condoms. Wanna come back to mine?”

“W-Wait…what?”

“Actually, we should grab something to eat first because I can’t live off only almonds. I’ll die.”

It wasn’t until you were fully dressed and Jungkook was yanking his tank top back on did you look more closely at the monitor screen. After clean up and kisses and light teasing (much to Jungkook’s dismay but he better get used to it if he wanted to be around you), you peered at the narrow column of previews on the side, tilting your head at the last one taken.

Uh.

“Jungkook?”

He was scrambling around behind you, snatching something off the ground. Oh, right, the camera remote he threw. “Huh? Ah!” You heard a thud and swearing. Must have run into the pedestal in his haste to get to you. You ignored his chaotic grumbling and used the mouse to click on the preview, expanding it.

Oh, you know.

Just you and Jeon Jungkook kissing for the first time in high definition.

You raised your eyebrows as he bounded up behind you, what, what, what, then skidding to a dead stop, centimeters from your crouched form. You stuck your tongue in your cheek. He must have pressed the button when it happened.

“Accident?”

Turned your head to look at him.

Those big peepers shifted awkwardly.

You blinked again, agonizingly slow.

“Uh… Yeah…?” he cautiously answered.

Believable.

Not.

You straightened and crossed your arms, giving him a look. Thoroughly intimidating. Jungkook blinked very fast and looked like he was trying not to enjoy it, which did not help you in maintaining the front. This fucking little shit. Or, rather, tall and muscular – never mind. You clicked your tongue and ticked your head to the screen.

“What were you gonna do with it? Frame it?”

He shrugged veeeery slowly. Raising his hands with his shrug as he replied.

“Maaaaaaaybe?”

You tried not to snort in laughter. It was very difficult. Sigh. He was so freaking annoying. And what was worse was that you liked it. Fuck. Maybe you hit delirium. Damn almonds. You wouldn’t have been so weak for Jeon Jungkook if it wasn’t for those fuckin’ almonds creating your aggravating morning.

Hm.

That had to have been the fattest lie you have ever told yourself.

“Can you just have a meal with me so I don’t have to tell everyone the reason we’re dating is because we fucked during the photoshoot?”

He started speaking very fast and stumbling on his words, Busan satoori slipping out. “Oh! We’re dating? Yes! I mean… yes, please! Wait… are we going to your place too, I mean, I would like to but I understa–”

Well.

You should remember you got yourself into this, bro.

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masterpost

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Um hi excuse me I’m gonna need you to write a shit ton more stuff because this was BRILLIANT! I love the snarky sarcastic style it’s my favoriteeeeee. And piercingsssssss. I’m begging a la JK to please grace us with another story. I’ll be good. I can wait. 🧎‍♀️

Cable Management (Part 5)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Pairing - Junkook x reader

Genre - non-idol!au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, future smut, comedy

Rating - 18+

Word count - 6.5k I'm so sorry

Summary - Your job is more hassle than it’s worth. Horrible layouts, even worse cable management and to top it all off... There’s extremely rude (and hot and weirdly cool?) men staring at your ass in the hallway. You’re also hungry.

Warnings (per chapter) - My dudes, I am so sorry. *Deep breath* Swearing, reader is tattooed, Jungkook is in awe, constant "checking in" (we're all about that communication) sexually explicit, genital piercings (m & f), nipple piercings (f), protected sex, oral (m & f receiving), edging, spit, squirting, multiple orgasms (m & f), they're goofy, switchy reader and switchy Jungkook. I may have missed some, honestly it's all a bit much and I need a nap.

A/N - I did it! This ENTIRE chapter is just SMUT. I was gonna split this into two but honestly could not find an appropriate part to split it. This is my first ever fic and honestly I think I went a bit overboard. I don't know how to fade to black, I'm sorry. I think this is the end! Thank you so much for getting this far with me and thank you so much to those of you have sent kind messages/comments/reblogged. As always please please let me know what you think, even if it's just a sentence I appreciate it massively.

Much love - J x

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There are four notable things in your life right now. In absolutely no particular order they are as follows;

You need to get a shoe rack (you notice this as you and Jungkook stumble over a pair of trainers you've left to the side).

You are sexually attracted to a lip balm (perhaps something to do with the man wearing it).

Jimin is an angel. A horrible little goblin boy of an angel, and you owe it to him as you are about to break a dry spell. A drought… You haven't had sex in a REALLY long time.

Jungkook makes incredible noises when he's riled up. It is now a personal mission to hear more of those.

You quite like your life at the moment. You think this as Jungkook breaks away from the kiss. You are both still in your entry way and you're about to fist fight him for separating from you again.

"Damn woman, let me take my boots off!" He laughs as he bends down. He gets distracted while down there and runs a hand up from your calf, up the back of your thigh to take its home on your butt cheek.

"Hurry up pretty boy, you can't kiss me like that and then tell me to wait!" you pout and tap your foot impatiently, checking your wrist which doesn't have a watch.

"I'm trying my hardest I swear, I think my hands have checked out from my brain." He grunts and gets to work undoing his laces.

"I'll be needing those hands, so that better not be true." You bend down to start on the laces of his other boot.

"I've been meaning to ask where you got these? I love them" you muse.

He stares at you blankly, "I'll send you the link, please don't make casual conversation with me right now. I'm already at full capacity of thoughts."

"Name three."

"Ass, tits and mouth."

"Those aren't thoughts! You just named body parts!"

"Yeah, and I want my mouth on all of yours!" He whines, he gets one boot off and pulls the one you're working on with force. He stands up and hauls you up with him, resuming his attack on your face as he walks you backwards into your living room.

"I don't know what piece of your clothing I want to take off first." He says between pecks to your lips.

You smirk at him and push him down by his chest so he's sitting on your sofa. He looks up at you with big shiny eyes and it takes everything in you not to coo at him.

"Let me save you the mental work." You say, standing in between his legs and lifting your top up and over your head. You throw the top at his face and he lets it just slide down by itself, mouth open and eyes superglued to your chest.

You let him stare, resisting the urge to straddle him immediately. He's taking in all of your tattoos, covering your stomach and hips. He'll soon find out about the piece on your back (you hope). The shock factor makes you once again thankful that you chose to have your tattoos hidden in day to day life. The look on Jungkook's face is something you want to remember for a long time. Make it your desktop background, your phone lockscreen. His wide eyes blown out with lust and evident attraction. Ego check completed, you're good to go.

"Can I touch you? Please?" he asks, hands itching to trace the shapes and lines on your body.

"Take your shirt off first and then you can." you reply with a smile. He took his shirt off the moment he heard the word, already topless and reaching for you before the end of your sentence.

"Oh my god you're so hot what the fuck" he grits out as he squeezes your hips. You have half a mind to scoff at him, sitting there looking like THAT. You want to lick his abs and you might just let yourself.

"Are you kidding me? You look fucking photoshopped! Are you wearing body makeup?" you accuse him.

He looks pleased with the accusation though, and takes one of your hands and inspects your nails. They're manicured with little skulls over black polish. You wonder why the fuck he has chosen now to admire them of all times. Yes they're cute! Get over it! He takes your hand to his chest and digs your nails into a (firm) pec. He slowly drags your nails down over his nipple (and makes the most delicious noise while doing so, fuck) and further down over his abs, making eye contact with you. The act leaves faint red marks all the way down to the waistband of his boxers, which you follow with greedy eyes. He lifts your hand up for you both to inspect. "No makeup, I guess the lighting is just good in here." He shrugs.

Your mouth has gone a little dry and once again it's hanging wide open. Enough! You need to sink your teeth into this man ASAP! You snap your mouth shut and decide it's time.

"Okay ground rules."

"Okay shoot" He says, resuming his squeezing and kneading of your hips, occasionally drifting down to squeeze your ass, visibly irritated by the presence of your (Jimin's) jeans.

"We use condoms, no marks above the collar, communication throughout." He nods along. "Anything you particularly want to do right now?" You ask.

He stops his motions to give you his full attention (which you appreciate) "I really really want you out of those jeans so you can sit on my face."

You fight your body's immediate reaction to blush, instead nodding and heading to unbutton your jeans. "Anything for you I should know about before?" you pause to get his answer.

"All good I think, let me know if you want to stop or if you want me to do something else. I'm an excellent learner." He grins as he slides down on the sofa and pats his chest expectantly. "Your chariot awaits m'lady."

"I'm backing out." You jokingly start to walk away.

He laughs as he grabs your arm, pulling you down for another kiss.

"Okay fine but not here, let's go to my bedroom." Heading towards your room with his hand in yours, you once again thank Jimin for having the foresight you so rarely have to clean.

"Okay jeans off and on the bed." Once again Jungkook displays his efficiency for stripping and is on your bed in record time, staring back at you with a beaming smile and overflowing excitement. How is he so cute! It's criminal! You catch a glimpse of the sizable tent in his boxers and it's then you pause to take notice of how wet you are. Jesus! You start to unzip your jeans and turn away from him. He gasps as he sees your back piece and crawls forward to paw at it. You giggle as you shimmy your jeans down your legs, feeling Jungkook's burning gaze on your body. "Y/N I'm going to blow my load just looking at you. Please sit on my face so I at least have a better excuse." He's gone almost whiny, desperation obvious in his voice.

You kick your jeans to the side along with your socks and turn to face him as he sits on the edge of the bed. His gaze wanders from your tits, over your pants and stops abruptly on your thighs. He groans loudly and dramatically falls backwards on the bed, covering his eyes.

"You have the sword! I'm going to fucking lose it. I swear I'm gonna come if you so much as look at me right now." He sits back up and he looks like he's in physical pain. Cute.

"So come?" you ask. It seems like the most logical course of action?

"If I don't get to fuck you I will descend into actual insanity. You're insane for even suggesting otherwise!" he throws his hands up in the air dramatically.

"What? You have all these muscles but you've only got one round in you?" you ask as you unclip your bra and let it slide down your arms to the floor. This might add to his frustrations but might as well get everything out the way. He looks up at the soft thud of material hitting the floor and clocks your pierced nipples. He groans so loud you can't help the laughter that escapes you. He reaches forward hovering both hands just below your tits, looking up at your face for approval. You take both his hands and press them to your chest, enjoying his palms on your nipples.

"This is a nightmare. I have game I swear, you're just freakishly hot. It's like my subconscous made you in a fucking lab." He squeezes both tits at once and exhales shakily.

"Can I put my mouth on you?" he asks, gently thumbing over both nipples at once. You're starting to lose yourself to the sensations so you give him a breathy "yes" back. He immediately latches on to your left nipple and rolls his tongue around, toying with the metal you have there.

You whisper a soft "fuck" and he looks up at you from under his dark lashes, tongue still rolling your nipple around between his perfect lips, and winks. HE WINKS! This man is going to be the absolute death of you. You want to simultaneously ruin and be ruined by him. Jesus fuck he's so hot.

"Jesus fuck you're so hot." you say, pulling him away from your boobs and chuckling at the kicked puppy look he gives you. You sink to your knees in front of where he's seated at the edge of the bed. You wish you had your knee pads right now but at this particular moment in time you accept that needs must. And you must have this cock in your mouth.

"So can I put my mouth on you too?" you ask. Those abs are about to get the licking of a LIFETIME.

"Please." he whispers, like he doesn't want to be too loud and disrupt whatever this dream is he's clearly having.

You grin and lean forward for your first attack. You slap an open-mouthed kiss just above his navel, smack bang in between two lumps of muscle. You gently bite as you pull away and repeat the motion all over his stomach. You bite a little harder on the last one which illicists a grunt of approval from Jungkook so you stop to get some feedback.

"You like when I bite you?" you ask and lick a line from the waistband of his underwear to just underneath his navel. He groans and his head tilts back. You can see his adam's apple bob as he thickly swallows.

"I fucking love it. Bite me as much as you want. Please." He forces his head forward again to look at you, his hair falling in front of his face as he releases his bottom lip from his bite.

"So polite", you tease, "can I take these off?" you ask, toying with his boxers. He nods and bites his bottom lip again. Poor thing is taking a beating! You'll have to kiss it better.

You drag the material down as he lifts his hips for you, freeing his length with an audible slap to his stomach which makes him hiss. You throw the boxers somewhere to the side and run your hands up both his thighs. You notice that you are literally licking your lips (involuntarily!) at the sight before you. From your view of the underside you can see the glint of a barbell at the base of the shaft and your mouth waters at the thought of reaching it with your tongue. He cocks a brow at you which you mirror wordlessly.

"It's called a lorum piercing, it doesn't hurt or anything, you can play with it." he answers your unspoken question.

"Does it feel good for you if I do?"

"No matter what you do I can tell it will feel good. I can't wait to embarrass myself in approximately 2 and a half minutes." He laughs at himself. You sense some embarrassment from him though and that's the last thing you want for either of you.

"Jungkook I want you to come so fucking bad it's beginning to annoy me that you haven't already." You grasp the base of his shaft and slowly tease up. His eyes flutter shut accompanied by a long exhale. "So be a good boy and come on my tongue yeah?"

"Ugh fuck. Yes, please."

"Good." You shoot him a smile and drop your mouth down to lick the tip. It's showtime girly, time to clench that thumb even though it never works with your gag reflex. But you have a goal here. That piercing isn't gonna lick itself! You toy with the tip and the underside of the head with your tongue for a while, dragging out those perfect little sighs and moans from Jungkook before you start to work your mouth down the length of him bit by bit. He drops from his elbows and lies flat on his back, covering his eyes with one arm and gathering your sheets in his other fist. He looks so overwhelmed and you are LIVING for it.

"You good?" you check in.

"I'm not gonna last much longer", he releases a hitched sigh when you take him in your mouth again, "holy fuck your mouth is amazing. Please don't stop. Please." he begs.

Well. You're a sucker for manners, after all. Also the muted pulse you feel between your legs is becoming more aggressive with every little noise he makes. You want to hear what he sounds like when he comes. God, you bet it's so hot. Time to find out!

You speed up, sacrificing depth for quality and use your tongue to swirl across his underside every time you come up. You take your hand (the one with the useless thumb clenching) to gently cup his balls in your palm and massage them. This earns you a full volume moan which has you humming back at him over his length. Fucking hell you're so wet, your pants are ruined at this point. You squeeze his balls slightly and his hips buck upwards.

"Holy fuck yes, do that again. I'm gonna come." He's breathless and whiny and his moans are climbing up in pitch. He sounds so fucking sexy, it's unreal. You take his request on board and squeeze again, rolling his balls in your hand and using your other to work the base of his cock that you can't fit in your mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" He pants out, rising to his elbows to see you work. You look up at him through your lashes just in time to see his own eyes roll to the back of his head. His release pulses out, coating your tongue and matching the twitching of his hips. You don't think anyone should look so pretty when they come. He even sounds pretty! You notice you've been grinding onto the carpet during the ordeal, just to relieve some of the pressure built up from how hot giving Jungkook head was.

You swallow the last of his cum and wipe your spit soaked chin with the back of your hand. You lean back and take in his essentially boneless state and try to fight the urge to fist pump the air at how good you did.

"I think you actually sucked my brain out through my dick." He finally manages.

"Ew!"

"You just swallowed my load!" he laughs.

"Yeah that was hot, don't say it was your brains!" you say, standing up on wobbly legs. Your knees crack as you stand, you don't think he notices. You collapse down next to him and move his hair out his face.

"You okay?" you ask.

"I'm so fucking good right now. Give me like 40 seconds so I can feel my toes again then I'll be right with you." He kisses the hand you have resting on his cheek. You laugh and reach to your bedside table for your water bottle which you hand him. He sits up to take it from you and swallows down a few gulps before standing and setting it back where you got it.

"Okay shiny butt up you get." He claps his hands for emphasis. Apparently his recovery really was 40 seconds. Why does he have so much energy?

"Up? Why do I have to get up?" you ask even though you're already up and standing next to him eagerly. Your pussy is fully throbbing now, seeing Jungkook in his post orgasm bliss, light sheen of sweat over his fucking photoshopped body, hair sticking to his stupid incredible face. You're swooning. You're actually swooning.

Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your thoughts out of you. This time it's him who drops to his knees before you and the sight of a naked, sweaty and eager Jungkook between your thighs is enough to keep you up at nights. This image will haunt you in the shower, you just know it.

He runs both hands up the outsides of your thighs and hooks fingers under your pants.

"Can I take these off? I think they're soaked through now anyways" he grins up at you.

"It's your fault, you douche! You're unreasonably hot, did you know that?" you fake kick him on the thigh.

"You're the one who just made me come so hard I couldn't feel my tongue or toes. I need to properly test my tongue though, so…may I?" He asks again, gently tugging at your pants. God you love how he asks.

You grin down at him, double chin be dammed.

"Test away."

He rises up on his knees to kiss down your sternum while he drags your pants down your legs. Strings of arousal noticeably connecting you to the fabric. He kisses down to just underneath your bellybutton and leans back on his heels as you step out of your underwear. His eyes widen and he looks back up to your smug face.

"I told you I probably had more piercings." You shrug.

"You're on thin fucking ice, Y/N. I WILL fall in love with you. Do NOT test me." He jokes, thumb coming to toy with the piercing you have above your clit. You were supposed to get your clit hood pierced but you chickened out, opting for the Christina piercing instead. She's pretty and you take good care of her. You think Jungkook will as well.

"You gonna test that tongue or what? I'll leave a review?" you card your fingers through his hair to get the ball rolling. You're about to explode if he doesn't properly touch you RIGHT NOW.

He smiles up at you, tucks his hair behind his ears and sets one of your thighs over his shoulder.

"Then I won't keep you waiting." And with that he leans forward to lick straight from your entrance up to your piercing, slowing his tongue over your clit on the way. Your eyes just about roll out of your skull at the first contact. Your balance teeters slightly as your legs give in to the wobble but Jungkook steadies you with one hand on your thigh over his shoulder and his other on your opposite hip. You're trapped exactly where he (and you, duh) wants you. He repeats the motion a few times before groaning and latching on to your clit and sucking. You moan out and tighten your grip in his hair (which he seems to LOVE if the shiver going down his spine is anything to go by).

"Jungkook, fuck" you sigh.

He comes off your clit with a pop and a smile (seriously, fuck this guy).

"Good?" he asks, replacing his tongue with his fingers from the hand around your thigh. You can only nod, brows furrowing as the pressure in your lower stomach gets more intense. He chuckles and releases both his hands, setting your leg back down on the floor.

"So do you squirt?" he asks, all nonchalant as if you weren't about to literally come on his face. You pout but still answer him anyway.

"I mean, yeah, I can. Do you want me to? You know how?"

"I know how, I'd love it if you did but only if you want to?" he says between kisses to your neck. God you just want to come.

"Okay well lets go. I'm already edged to fuck so it won't be hard. Wait… was that your plan the whole time?" you narrow your eyes at him.

He has a cheeky smile, showing off his cute teeth. You remind yourself that this is a whole-ass model and his cuteness is a distraction. You noticed he's hard again! He's playing you! Fuck it, whatever will be will be. You lie down on your back and prop your ass up with a pillow. The spare sheets and pillows will be in use tonight it seems. He situates his face between your legs again and you cock an eyebrow.

"You want me to squirt on your face?" you ask.

"Fuck yeah I do, that's hot as fuck." He punctuates his point with a kiss to your clit which makes you flinch. Fuck, you NEED to come.

"Okay go ahead, I'll let you know." You lie your head back and bring a hand up to play with your nipple. Jungkook takes that as his queue to resume where he left off, swirling his tongue around and sucking your clit with renewed vigor. He leans back as he traces your entrance with his middle finger, using your wetness to trace around your folds.

"You taste so fucking good. I can't believe you've let me between your thighs" he sighs dreamily. He gently eases his middle finger into you and you feel the pressure already threatening to snap. You are so fucking needy, your hips buck up at the intrusion. With a soft whispered "fuck" he strokes the front wall inside you, feeling what makes you react. Once he finds the spot that makes you whimper (since when do you WHIMPER?) he smiles and adds a second finger to the mix.

"Please use your tongue, please." you beg. And who is he to deny? Jungkook dives back in, matching his finger movements to the sucking of your clit. You're having a hard time controlling your hips and you know your high is fast approaching. You know this is going to be insane. You can't even form coherent thoughts, never mind words. You settle for a small chant of his name, repeatedly. It seems he likes the way his name sounds in your desperation though, as he moans into your cunt and adds a third finger, becoming more aggressive with his stroking movements inside you. Jesus fuck, yes he knows what he's doing!

"Jungkook, oh fuck… I'm close, keep going." He snakes a hand up to your chest to take claim of the nipple you're not already playing with and pinches. That's it, that's the final straw.

Your back arches and you groan so loud you don't even recognise the noise as yourself. A string of curses that could make a sailor blush falls from your lips. Jungkook stays true and doesn't falter, even when you fist his hair with one hand and grab his hand on your tit in the other. He doesn't falter even when you squirt in bursts all over his face, hand and chest. He doesn't falter when you clench around him so hard he thinks you're trying to suck his fingers even deeper inside you.

"Fuck" you both say in unison, you coming down from your high and Jungkook basking in the pride he feels from his performance.

Jungkook sits up from between your thighs to admire your fucked out state, limbs like jelly and chest heaving. You move the arm that was covering your face to focus your bleary eyes on this sex god.

"What the fuck was that? Are you a fucking wizard!?" You muster up all your strength to throw a pillow at him. He giggles as he catches it and flops down next to your side. He grabs your face and plants a searing kiss on your lips. His face and chest are still wet from your orgasm and it's weirdly hot. You NEED to ride this man.

"Can I ride you?" you ask, tracing a finger over his nipple, watching the goosebumps rise on his skin.

"Are you sure? I mean I would absolutely love that but you seem tuckered out." He teases.

You pout. "I can rally! Give me a couple minutes and about half that water bottle." You promise. He chuckles and hands you the water, grabbing his shirt on the way back to dab at his chest and face.

"Hey I could have gotten you a towel! Sorry about the mess." You grimace.

"Don't apologise, that was honestly one of the top 3 hottest moments of my entire life. You look incredible when you come."

"What are the other 2?" you ask.

"One is definitely you telling me to be a good boy and come on your tongue, and the other will follow me to the grave" he jokes.

"Too kinky or too embarrassing?" you ask, intrigued.

"Too embarrassing, stop talking and drink your water, you tongue sorceress" he nudges the water bottle. You laugh and accept his diversion.

Even after your mammoth orgasm you still feel a dull ache in your core. Specifically aching for the cock you can still see, resting on Jungkook's toned stomach. You don't ask, you don't get.

"So can I ride you now?" you prod again.

He laughs and sits up by the headboard. "I think I might die if you don't. Condoms?" he reminds you.

"Top drawer in the bedside table, let me just grab some lube it's in the bathroom I think." Because yes you are rallying but you are also not stupid. This man is thicc in the shaft department and you are not about pain on this pleasure train.

You head to the bathroom to grab the lube and splash some water on your flushed cheeks. Your makeup is a mess but kind of in a sexy way? Yes that's what you're going with. You clean up a little more and head back into your bedroom.

Jungkook has situated himself at the head of your bed, back propped up with your pillows. He has one hand around his shaft, slowly stroking as he scans your body from bottom to top. His gaze lands on your face and he releases the lip he'd been biting and raises his other hand. He's holding a foil packet and raises a questioning eyebrow.

"That's quite the drawer you've got there." He muses, still slowly stroking himself. What a fucking distraction! Though you don't particularly mind it. You're glad he didn't bring up the glass dildo (you're a forgiving person) or ask why you have snacks AND sex toys in the same drawer.

"See something you like in there?" You ask, walking over to the bed. You drop the towel and lube you took from the bathroom and straddle him, parking your ass on his thighs to watch him stroke before you inevitably take over.

"Maybe, we can try out some of that next time." He grins, "Come here." He demands, gripping the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. Next time!? Score! You replace his hand with yours and blindly feel around for the condom he took out. You break away to smooth down the latex when something occurs to you.

"Over the piercing or just above it?"

"Just above," he hisses when you reach the base, "there is fine." He guides your mouth back to his, messy and all tongue (how did he know that's your favourite?).

"Okay good to go?" You ask, starting to get impatient.

He looks completely fucked out already, probably in a much more attractive way than you currently are. Your thighs are kind of sticking to his from your combined heat but you don't think either of you even register it, much less care.

"Let's go, I might cry if I don't get to be inside you right now" he chuckles. You wonder if there's truth to that and it makes you giggle.

You rise up to line up and he takes the opportunity to suck a nipple in his mouth while you sink down on him. Wait! You forgot the lube! Wait? It's fine? Oh yeah of course, you didn't need it. You're so wet that there's an audible squelch when you're finally seated fully down.

"Jesus Christ, you're so wet." He kneads your boobs as he looks at the place where your bodies meet.

"Please move or I'm going to." He encourages you.

"Don't threaten ME with a good time." You laugh, making some experimental rolls of your hips to test the water. Jesus is he huge? You think he's huge. Fuck, the slight curve of his dick was MADE for you. Would that be weird to tell him? It would be wouldn't it?

Once you're comfortable with the sensation you start to rise and fall slowly, loving the way he hits just the right spot inside you. Jungkook looks pained, in the same way he did when he was eating the carbonara. That's good right? He lets both his hands fall to your hips to help guide you. Rude?

"Hands up mister, I don't need your help here." You cock a brow at him.

"It's not for you, it's for me. If I let go I might float away!"

"You're so dramatic!"

"Let me live!"

You laugh and take his hands, lean forward and place them above his head. You can see his pupils dilate in real time and his throat bob when he swallows. You press a chaste kiss to his lips and sit back up on top of him.

"Keep your hands there and be good." You smile. You don't really care if he follows your request but it'll be fun to see. By the looks of it, Jungkook is really, REALLY enjoying himself. He simply nods and bites his lip.

It's then that you decide to put your thighs to the test, you brace your hands on his chest and begin to rise and fall on his length a little faster. He hits that sweet spot inside of you so well you want to beg him not to stop. You realise that doesn't even make sense because you're on top, but it's still how you feel!

Jungkook has closed his eyes and his eyebrows are pinched. You speed up, changing your hand placement to behind you on his thighs. This is where your real party trick comes in. You bounce up and down, admiring how his abs tense and relax periodically.

"Hey, Jungkook?" You ask, still bouncing up and down. Your thighs will give in soon but right now you're too occupied chasing your mutual high.

He opens his eyes to look at you and his gaze is immediately drawn to your bouncing tits. He whispers what you think is a "Lord have mercy" before answering your call.

"Yeah? You okay?" He replies.

You think you're the one that should be asking him that, by the looks of him. Poor boy is being ridden within an inch of his life (he fucking loves it). And yet… AND YET…

You slow down to make eye contact with him, making sure his attention is on you, and then you spit down onto your own chest. "Get that for me will you?" You wink.

Jungkook looks like he's just been punched in the throat (but in a good way?). He moans and you feel his dick jerk particularly hard inside of you. Success! He leans up to lick a line from under your boob, collecting your spit and swirling his tongue over your nipple. He bites as he pulls away and immediately attaches his mouth to yours, sharing your saliva and his.

"You were definitely made in my dreams, holy fuck." He grits out, abandoning your 'hands up' rule. He grabs both of your hands and pulls you down, just to twist you both so you're pinned underneath him. It all happened so fast that you only register what happened when you feel him re-entering you and starting his own pace.

"I think I've been very good, Y/N, don't you think? He thrusts hard to end his question. A moan rips from you before you get a chance to answer. "Think you can be good for me too?".

You look up at this man above you and almost squeal from excitement. Who is this man!? HE was made in a lab! You enthusiastically nod your assent and Jungkook picks up the pace. He looks so hot when he fucks! Rude!

"You're fucking nasty you know that?" He says, watching your glistening tits bounce in reaction to his thrusts. You try to reply (something witty and cool hopefully) but he shifts his hips slightly, making you literally eat your words. You're going to come again, you can already feel yourself clenching involuntarily. Jungkook looks like he's getting close too, so it surprises you when he pulls out, edging you AGAIN. This time you stay quiet. You said you'd be good! No cheeky remarks this time.

"Legs up? That okay?" He grips both of your legs to demonstrate his intent. You nod and try not to scream the word "yes", instead it comes out as a weird croak. He grins and places both your legs over his shoulders, and practically folds you like a clothes horse as he leans down over you. He realigns again, kisses your forehead and then fucking wrecks your shit. What the fuck!? He reaches so deep in this angle and it's hitting your G-spot with EVERY thrust. He thrusts hard and fast, bumping your clit every time he reaches the hilt. You think you might actually black out from how good it feels.

His breathing is heavy, matching yours, and you are both a chorus of moans, curses and shaky exhales. He's fucking you so hard you think your teeth are clicking. You're so close to your climax (AGAIN!) and know you won't deal with another edging, lest you DIE.

"Jungkook-" you interrupt yourself with a moan at a particularly hard thrust, "Jungkook I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come please don't stop" you manage to get out.

"Fucking come for me, Y/N, come all over this cock" he manages back. He looks like he's struggling and, honestly, it looks fucking magnificent. He leans back onto his knees and holds your legs in place by the backs of your thighs and continues his brutal pace. You now have a clear view of his face, chest and stomach. It's when he throws his head back in pleasure and you see the sweat running down his neck that the band inside you snaps. You fist the sheets and your back arches clean off the bed. Your eyes close involuntary as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your entire body pulsing with the force of your orgasm. It hits you like a fucking truck, you don't remember the last time you came this hard. Shiiiiiit!

After the first few intense waves, you manage to open your eyes just in time to see Jungkook in a similar situation. His hands have tightened on your thighs and his head is thrown back in obvious bliss. God, who looks that good when they come? Illegal! He thrusts one last time and stays deep in you as he spurts into the condom, pulsing inside of you with a groan. His grip loosens up and he lets your legs drop down. You are going to need a fuck load of yoga tomorrow to fix the state your body is in.

Jungkook finally opens his eyes to meet your gaze, flushed cheeks and chest, with sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. He looks amazing, like a model or something! Ah, yeah.

"You okay?" You both ask in unison, resulting in laughter from you both. Jungkook hisses and pulls out, your laughter accidentally making you clench around him. He removes the condom and ties a knot, and throws it towards the little bin next to your door. He overshoots and it makes a disgusting slapping noise as it hits the wall behind it. He promptly faceplants onto your bed next to you with an arm over your stomach.

"I can't feel my toes again." He laughs.

"Shh, you don't need them."

"My toes!? How will I walk?"

"Who cares? My brain is mush, don't ask me science!"

"Science!?" He laughs.

"If it makes you feel any better my butt is still kind of cramping from the force of that orgasm." You admit.

He leans up on his elbows to look down at you, a serious expression on his face.

"I will massage that shiny butt to the end of my days, Y/N." He places a hand on his heart to show his sincerity.

You flip over to your stomach and wiggle your ass in invitation which he gladly accepts. He kneads the knot out of your butt cheek then pulls you against his chest.

"We need to change the sheets" you grimace, feeling a particularly wet spot under your hip.

"I'm already asleep, sorry" he squeezes you tighter.

"At least put the towel under me, this is gross!" You complain.

"Ah, but so hot at the time. I swear I still think I've imagined this whole thing. I'm gonna wake up in my own place and have the most vivid wank of my entire life." He says.

You burst out laughing and he joins you. Fuck this man for being your exact sense of humour. And style. And all around preferences!

Once the laughter has died down, you make a move to the bathroom to go pee and clean up, which Jungkook pouts about but allows. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and just about choke. Your makeup is completely ruined, tear tracts and smudges everywhere. You snap a picture to show Jimin how well his masterpiece went down. He's going to have a fucking field day with all the tea you have for him. You owe him big time.

You enter back into the bedroom and Jungkook has thrown the towel over the wet patch and a blanket over that. You're so tired, this will have to do. He opens his arms to you with a smile and you gladly fall into them.

"So like… Can I take you out now?" He asks, idly drawing circles on your hip.

"I think I'd like that." You smile. He kisses your nose in a sickening display of softness which melts you. Gross! You love it!

You both lapse into a sleepy quietness, close to slumber in your dark, sweaty room.

"Can you fuck me on your bike?" He breaks the silence.

You burst out laughing and slap his chest, making him join you.

"We'll see, pretty boy. Maybe I'll make you beg." You reply.

Jungkook squeezes you tighter, murmuring into your neck, "Made in a lab I swear".

You think this is going to be fun. Your butt still cramps, but you think this is going to be fun. You almost think fondly back to how you met him… But FUCK that cable management!

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If you're here reading this, thank you so much! I did it! My first ever fic! Honestly I didn't think anyone would even see this, so it makes me so happy that people have enjoyed it. I hope this last chapter was a good ending. If not, feel free to scream at me through asks/comments/messages. I'm gonna miss these characters, I love them :( Maybe a side story about Jimin? Too much?

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I almost choked laughing at this. It’s hilarious!!! I love snarky vandal JK 😂😂😂😂

mcd*ckin | jungkook | m

snippet: “So, if I’m so predictable,” you tease, running your finger along his clothed chest, “what am I going to do next?”

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: smut, crack, pwp

au: fast food worker jungkook, customer y/n, slice of life, strangers to lovers

rating: explicit/18+

word count: 10.9k

warnings: swearing, disrespecting the workplace, vandalism???, jungkook has tattoos, 

sexual warnings: hair pulling, oral (male and female receiving), use of food: whipped cream, cherries, sweet and sour sauce, ketchup, mustard. public indecency, public sex, good ol’ bush appreciation, no protection, fingering, lots of moaning and stickiness, choking, digit sucking, thigh slapping, jungkook commands a bit, nude photos on the ordering menu, nipple suckling, unprotected penetration, slight roleplay? (if you squint), big girthy jungkook cock :) light dirty talk,

a/n: the biggest thank you to my top supporters @searchingtae @parksfilter and @hobiglow!! i couldn’t have done this without you guys! and thank you to lainey for betaing this for me!! :( ilysm. 

a/n2: 05/26/21:THE BIGGEST THANK YOU TO CHELLE @ddaechwita FOR GIVING THIS JUICY BOY A BRAND NEW BANNER!!! ilysm chelle thank you sososososo much from the bottom of my heart. you are insanely talented and really truly captured the essence of this fic with your banner. i cannot thank you enough

this is a part of the fast f*cking food collab! 

Work today was more hellish than normal.

The clients at the law firm seemed whinier, your coworkers flakier, and your patience non-existent. You’re in no way a prestigious, high level lawyer, and yet everyone around you seems to think they can expect you to act like one without the title or the pay. Shit, even your boss asked if you could count today’s numbers for her and you just had to swallow your laughter. In reality, you’re just a lowly Trial Lawyer trying to make by, but here is everyone else expecting you to be the number cruncher and the filer.

It’s not like you don’t want the responsibility or the tasks. It just sucks that this job is a filler one. It’s not a career and you don’t plan on staying here for five plus years unlike SOME (okay most) of your coworkers. Your dream job is going into criminal law, but…it’s also every other lawyer’s. All you know is you don’t want to be a Trial Lawyer for much longer. There have been too many times where you’ve almost dozed off in court, and that could really leave a mark on your reputation.

There’s only one thing that will help you unwind at this point: the McDonald’s drive through guy.

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I loved this soooo much!!! The lead up, the detail, the emotions were superbly written. Wow.

Bibliothèque

➭ “You are at the very top of your college cohort, an A grade student on the fast track to a life of success. You know the answers to everything, or at least you think you do. That is until you meet quirky genius Kim Taehyung.”

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: smut, fluff, college au, college rivals au, librarian!tae

wordcount: 15k

❀ 3 / 8 of my oneshot requests ❀

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