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The price of Love (I)

synopsis. they say the price of love is dangerous, but jungkook would pay anything to buy your love, at any cost.

Pairing(s): Yandere!sugar daddy jungkook x fem! Reader, eunwoo x Reader

warning: YANDERE, DARK, MATURE THEMES, creepy first date??? stupid friends, yn is dumb big time, cre*py jungkook lmao, money is vv important, mentions of sickness, dep*ession, crying, yn loves her mama…, cute eunwoo.

viewer discretion is advised, yandere stuff can be very triggering so read at your own risk, also let’s remember that this is purely fictional and this does not represent bts or jungkook irl.

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JUNGKOOK!~~~ I really really love him, respect him & the boys and wish I could marry him T_T…. Well, he’s my fav virgo after my mum and sister, my favourite man after my family men…. I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH. let’s all appreciate him in my inbox, what’s your favourite thing about jungkook? yikes my bday months finally here LMAO. hbd to zendaya too, my queen. 🥰

another note. LETS ALL WELCOME ANOTHER JK INTO MY MULTIVERSE. 🥰🥰🥰 you can send in asks for him and all of the characters too…. Also this is finally coming out after I released its teaser a year ago 😭🙏

IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED, REPLY UNDER THIS POST ONLY!

*not edited* *cringe & cliche too*

Life was literally trying to fuck you over.

You slammed the empty plastic cups on the coffee counter, frustration was building up inside of you, you were so tired.

Being an adult was a curse for you, your life itself was a curse.

You resisted the urge to slam the kitchen door.

he was still here.

“I want to kill myself!” You cried to yourself, it was almost dark outside as you glanced towards the window of the coffee shop. Inhaling a deep breath you quickly tried to finish your work so you could go home.

Your mother would be worried sick.

“Y/N you done?” The voice of the cashier, eunwoo pulled you out of your thoughts, “almost, woo.” You replied, swiping the cloth across the marble table.

His footsteps echoed in the empty diner, “so…. Would you please let me walk you home?” Your hands stopped, your gaze shifted, his tone was careful yet there was an accent of desperation in it.

You felt so torn, and bad.

“Uh…” you began, turning your back to the side to look at him,

Seriously he was perfect, almost. What was your problem? He had a thing for you and here you are right now, trying to find excuses to deny him.

“Please Y/N don’t say no…. I-I just want you to be safe… it’s pretty late too…. And you know how Seoul’s situation is pretty dangerous… I-I… god, it’s okay if you don’t want me to…”

His eyelashes blinked together as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. A moment of pregnant silence washing over the area.

“Tell me… did I really just stutter so much infront of you?”

You couldn’t help as the laughter slipped through your mouth.

The awkwardness died down as he joined in.

“You’re a funny guy, woo.” You clicked your tongue in amusement. His ears turned red immediately at your friendly compliment,

He was cute, damn cute.

“So…. May I please?”

You gave him a tired smile, “sure.”

“Bye, woo. Be safe!” You closed the door behind you as you entered your home. Your feet were killing you.

“Mom I’m home!”

You called out as you took off your coat, sighing deeply. “In here honey!” Her voice made your heart warm.

You quickly put on a smile as you saw your mother when you went into the kitchen, the look of love on her face made your eyes fill up with tears.

“Mama… you should be resting….” You grabbed her shoulders as she let you pull her in for a hug. “You’re sick… I could’ve cooked the meal tonight?” She didn’t reply but caressed your hair with her soft fingers, soothing your brain. “my love, you work non stop… for my bills… please I already feel so bad that I’ve been a burden- No mama please!”

Your hands tightened around her weak body, she was your everything. You loved her so much, she protected you, nurtured you all your life without a father.

You weren’t ready to lose her.

“Sweetheart…. Please don’t cry… I won’t leave you so easily you know?” She giggled with a heavy voice.

“You better not, mama!” You both giggled, your hands still wrapped around her, a silence fell over both of you when she broke the hug,

Her gaze was mischievous as she looked up and down at you. You wiped your tears away with confusion, oh you knew just what she’s onto.

“Mama…. NO.” You laughed as you avoided her eyes on your figure, “he’s such a nice boy… Y/N.”

“I like him.” Your mother reasoned, you sighed deeply, it wasn’t easy… you liked him but your situation was too complicated for you to actually handle a romantic relationship.

You wanted to focus on your mother.

“Mama…. You’re my sole focus right now… and our financial situation isn’t doing good… I need to find a good job too…” you grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks, “okay?” You kissed her cheek,

She rolled her eyes at you and only sighed in reply.

“I’m gonna go take a shower!!!” You didn’t wait for her to object as you quickly left the kitchen.

Thank God it was Sunday tomorrow.

This week was purely hectic for you.

Your boss was also a pain in the ass, and being a barista at the local coffee shop wasn’t enough money for you to manage everything,

God you were so tensed.

You closed your eyes, letting your body fall onto your mattress, what were you going to do? You also needed to collect your mothers CT scan.

But there was still a week left.

“UGH!” you cried into your pillow. If only you could do something that would get you lord of money.

If only.

You picked up your phone and dialled your best friend’s number.

“Hey bae!” Her cheerful tone made your brain hurt, she was such a happy soul, you felt incredibly jealous. “Yerin…. I NEED AN INSANE AMOUNT OF MONEY.” You cried immediately.

Clenching your phone tightly, you made sure to not shout too loudly, you bedroom walls were so thin after all.

“Y/N my sweetheart…. Stop crying please…. Listen… I don’t know if you want this or not but…. ‘gyeom & I have planned a- ah well sort of a double date…. & his friend is coming…”

You stopped crying and knitted your brows together, utterly confused. “Are you kidding me? Yerin?” You couldn’t believe her. “Here I am crying to you because of my struggles and you have decided to bring me to a DOUBLE DATE?!”

“Y-Y/N please do this favour for me! Please Please! ‘Gyeom really wanted this! Th-That’s why Jung-LISTEN IM NOT INTERESTED IN THIS…” you cut her off.

Why didn’t your mother and Yerin understand that you didn’t want to date right now!?

“Y/N!!!! Please! He’s pretty handsome…. Very handsome to be fair…. And he’s yugyeom’s best friend and YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND! You’ll definitely like him.”

You sighed deeply.

“Y/N please please for me! Please! Please agree!! I just know you will not regret it! Please!” You inhaled a sharp breath to calm your nerves down.

“Okay…. But just a one time thing…”

Her squealing on the other line made you laugh softly,

She was weird but your friend. You could do this.

Yeah, it wasn’t really a big deal for you, a few hour date with a supposed hottie wouldn’t hurt.

right?

“TOMORROW Y/N! actually another thing… it’s actually your date’s birthday tomorrow so… BYE!”

your eyes widened with the sudden information, before you could respond, the line went dead.

“LEE YERIN AHHH!”

Your outfit was okay, your makeup was minimal.

You didn’t really care about your appearance, your hair was normal, good for you, at least it didn’t decide to act all crazy today,

And you were here on time. you glanced at the time on your watch and actually, you were a few minutes early.

But whatever, you were so bored, yerin and yugyeom were always late. Sometimes you hated couples.

Who have them the right to be so happy… and to be in love.

The location to where you were was definitely lavish, maybe you’d admit that you did end up being a little underdressed for this restaurant but…

You were here, and too late to regret. It was yerin’s fault, she didn’t tel you that you were going to Seouls most expensive restaurant….

She did, but you felt way too lazy to change again.

“ugh I’m such a dumb fuck.” You tilted your head to the side, leaning your head down on the table. “Oh God I regret everything in life.”

“So, you are Y/N L/N.”

Your heart thumped at the strangers voice calling out your name, you raised your head up to see the owner of the voice.

“O-OH MY GOD.. YOU ARE JEON JUNGKOOK?!” You couldn’t help but scream as you stood up from your chair, your eyes were wide with shock. “W-What the fuck are you doing here?”

The mysterious man’s eyes were dark, you could tell he was surprised but, he was amused at your rude comment.

“Uh…. I’m here because of Yerin and Yugyeom’s double date plan?” He spoke in a calm manner,

Your cheeks get so tight all of a sudden, “yeah.. right! h-hi I’m your date!” You put on a huge smile as you sat down on your chair, The man was gorgeous.

Too gorgeous,

He sat right infront of you, his eyes on your face, with a weird emotion in his eyes. “Oh my god I can’t believe I’m on a date with South Korea’s Billionaire…..”

“Oh yes I know you… you’re practically a celebrity… haha.”

He furrowed his eyebrows.

At this point, you knew you were embarrassing yourself.

You glanced at Jungkook’s face which was filled with amusement and some other weird emotion you couldn’t pinpoint.

“U-Uh! Where is the couple I wonder?” You sighed, suddenly avoiding his gaze.

Did he have a habit of staring so intensely at everyone? He actually made time feel like it was slowly passing.

“So Mr Jeon? What do you do in your free time?” You coughed again, he kept on looking at you like you were a kohinoor diamond.

“Well. I like to spend my money.”

yes, rich guy.

It was getting really uncomfortable for you to sit straight under his gaze without the urge to squirm. “Yknow I’m a barista! I can also make great coffee, almost any type.”

“I hate my job.” You had to bit your tongue to stop yourself from speaking so much.

“I know, Y/N.” His slender fingers tapped on the table, the way he said your name with such familiarity made goosebumps rise on your skin.

You could feel them. “Oh yeah… Yerin must’ve told you my whole bio data hahaha!”

When he didn’t reply or even smile back, you wanted to run.

Run and never come back again.

“Seriously where the fuck are they?” It was hard for you to cover your shaking tone, He kept on staring at you like he wanted to eat you.

Ironic.

“excuse me for a moment, Y/N. I’ll be back, please feel free to order.” Jungkook stood up, you noticed his tall and buff built.

Scary.

“Uh sure!” You laughed again, to get rid of the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. As you watched him walk away, a feeling of overwhelming relief washed over you,

You finally let out the breath you were holding. His aura was powerful and dark. You didn’t feel hungry at all anymore.

You wanted to go home.

Maybe you should, yes. You definitely should.

You grabbed your clutch, stood up and fixed your clothes, until your phone beeped.

You hurriedly took it out to see a text from your friend.

ye(rin):- sorry yn, I don’t think we’re going to make it tonight. 😭😭💔 plz don’t hate me. I hope you have fun w jungkook though,.. wish him a happy birthday from us! <333 love you!

You wanted to punch the wall and scream. You wanted to break your phone into pieces. But you couldn’t afford to do that.

“Going somewhere? Y/N?”

You closed your eyes with frustration, you couldn’t believe she set you up with a ridiculously rich hot creepy guy.

And now, you were going to celebrate his birthday with him.

You turned around to see him, “n-no! Of course not! Also… HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR JUNGKOOK. I’m going to, a stranger will celebrate your birthday with you because Yerin and Yugyeom can’t make it… haha.”

He smiled.

“I don’t mind that.”

Oh, you do.

D R E A M B O Y

𓆩♡𓆪 “i ain’t motherfuckin’ sharing,” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — reader’s sad, jealousy, fluffy end hehe, world building plot lmao, hot makeout session ensues, teasing

Today's another good day for you (so you think), you wake up to a fluffy ball of rabbit laying across your forehead sleeping peacefully. The sun peeks through the blinds, you pat the side of your pillow for your phone. You turn it on to check your notifications and amongst the many Instagram notifications and messages your eyes land on Jungkook's.

You smile sleepily, opening his message and replying to it. You always look forward to these morning messages from Jungkook. They vary sometimes but usually they regard the same topic: saying good morning. You snuggle into the pillow happily, petting your bunny's little head as it squeaks softly and snuggles close.

"Are you hungry Luna?" You softly say as the bunny perks up, ears and nose twitching. "Oh I bet you are." You coo.

Your morning goes as usual, you bring out Luna's food and set her in her cage. While she eats you hop into the shower, relaxing under the warm water and singing softly. Your roommate is most likely out, Jennie's a early riser and her classes usually land around early morning while yours tend to be around mid-morning.

When Luna is ready to be carried around you stroll over, dressed in only panties and a bra as you gently pick her up. "Mm," you place a kiss on her head and nuzzle her, "should I make some avocado toast? Or oatmeal?" You ask, as if Luna would even answer.

"Ahhh toast." You say with a giggle, bending over as you rummage the fridge with Luna pressed tight against your chest. "Luna you're such a spoiled bunny, have I told you that?" You say as you bring out the stuff you need for your breakfast, "Reminds me.. gotta buy some berries later on." You ramble off as you set Luna down.

That's how your morning goes, you eat breakfast and then get ready for your classes. For some reason you're in a really happy mood, singing along to some song playing on the radio as you drive to your college. Everything is going your way and you even stop to buy a strawberry milk tea and a cookie.

"Hi y/n." Some girl says as you walk by.

"Hi." You reply, cheerfully if anything as you happily stroll down to your business class.

You feel like nothing could ruin your day. You're going to enjoy today and be productive. Maybe you can ask Jungkook if he wants to go grocery shopping with you. Oh that sounds like a great idea actually. You quickly type out your message and before you can send it someone taps you on your shoulder.

"Oh," you turn to look up at the girl, "hi." It's one of your friends and it makes you smile.

"Hey," she softly smiles back and sits down, "how you been?"

"Oh, really good actually. Today I slept in and I had some avocado toast for breakfast with Luna, Luna's a little fat but that's okay because she's cute," you ramble off as you tell your friend in depth about which song you sang in the car, "and I bought this cookie too."

She chuckles quietly and shakes her head at your antics, but this is why you like her! She always listens and is just so nice. "Sounds like you had a good morning.." she trails off, sounding almost hesitant to speak.

"Oh yeah, and I'm going out to buy berries much later on. I might even go with Jungkook if he isn't busy." You chirp.

Her face falls just a little from that. "Oh.. Jungkook," she says as she shakes her head, "I uh... I didn't know you two were like together or something." She says as she digs her phone out of her pocket, "My friend's been going around saying that Jungkook are her are supposedly talking. I doubt it but like they definitely have been texting like messing around and shit." She says and pulls up the screenshots.

"Huh?" You quietly say, face falling at her words. "Talking to who?" You peek over and see some chick you vaguely recognize due to her being on the cheer squad. "Have they... hung out?" You ask hesitantly.

She shrugs, "I think so, she posted a picture the other night of her sitting on someone's lap, I dunno if it was him cause she cropped out the dude's face." She pulls up her friend's story and shows you.

Your heart literally hurts when you see that it is indeed Jungkook sitting there with her all over him. You purse your lips and frown, "Oh... I didn't know." You softly say, "But um no he isn't my boyfriend or anything." You say quietly.

"I'm sorry.. I just wanted to let you know and stuff, in case you and him were talking." She looks genuinely concerned and saddened by this.

"No, no," you quickly wave your hands, "it's okay!^^' " You smile.

The revelation bothers you for the rest of the day. You're stuck thinking about that stupid photo, huffing to yourself as you make your way to your car. You were having such a nice day too!

"Stupid.. stupid, stupid." You mumble as you kick rocks and pout. You suppose you can't be too upset over this, you and Jungkook really aren't a item so it doesn't make sense to be all angry at him and stuff. But still it hurts you know.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when a hand comes to grip your shoulder and turn you around. "y/n." It's the last person you wanna see..

"Hi." You softly reply as you look up at Jungkook, pout still evident on your face as you stare into his eyes. Jungkook kisses your pouty lips until you're huffing in annoyance and turning your face away with a frown, "What is it?" You don't mean to snap but your tone just comes out that way before you can even control it.

Jungkook looks taken back, "Oh? Baby got attitude today." He says as he pulls away with a chuckle, "Why you mad hm?" His hands slowly ease down to your ass as he gently squeezes it.

You feel bad but then you remember he had his hands in the same exact position with that other girl a few nights ago and you instantly sour. "No reason," you mumble, "I have to really go though." You slowly push him away.

"To the grocery store right?" Jungkook says as he surprisingly lets you go, "You want me to take you or we go in your car baby?" He leans against the hood of your car, eyeing you up and down like usual.

You shake your head, "Mm-mm, I'm okay. I don't need you to come anymore, I'm going by myself."

Jungkook looks at you weird, you never go by yourself.. and you never decline an invitation for him to tag along etc. Grocery store runs were your thing with him! "Okay..?" He says with a confused frown on his face, "You invited me earlier, did you forget–"

"No I didn't forget," you sigh in exasperation as you open your car door and stare at him, "and now I'm telling you, you don't need to come." You rush out, "So just go away.."

Jungkook is really shocked now. He steps back from your car and sees how serious you are. He frowns a little and opens his mouth to say something but you're already starting the car. You feel really bad but at the same time you're very angry..

You drive off like that, sad and confused.

+

Jungkook sends a series of texts that you ignore. You admit that the grocery shopping trip is boring and lonely without Jungkook. You long for him but the images of him and the girl always appear in your head and it makes you incredibly frustrated and upset.

Jennie finds you like that at home too, curled up in bed with a angry pout. “What’s up with you?” She says as she leans against the doorway, unfazed by your nudity.

“… I’m sad.” You softly say.

“Why?” Jennie perks up, eyes narrowed as she waits for the answer.

You look at her like a wounded puppy, “Because today one of my friends told me that Jungkook was hanging out with some girl and then there was a picture of them two together and she was sitting on his lap, that’s my lap.” You sadly whimper.

Jennie sighs, “Oh y/n,” she goes over to gently hug you as she strokes your hair, “you’re too good for him baby,” she shakes her head, “he doesn’t deserve you.”

You close your eyes and just sigh sadly, “He’s a meanie.”

“A big one.” Jennie softly replies and presses a kiss to your head.

Hours pass by and it’s night time, you lay there with Luna on your chest as she sleeps peacefully. Some HBO show is playing but you don’t care much for it. Jennie took the liberty of making you comfort food and leaving it at your bedside table. You appreciate her a lot, grateful to have such a caring roommate.

“You always help others, so let me take care of you.” She said. It feels nice finally getting something in return.

Your phone does buzz, but you can’t bring yourself to open it and check who it is, you’re too busy wallowing in self pity. You barely register the sound of the front door knocking, and then Jennie sounding… angry? You kiss Luna’s head and gently set her down as you shrug a sweater on.

“You’re a asshole you know that?” You hear Jennie spit out, “And right now you need to leave because I don’t think she wants to see you.”

You curiously peek around the corner, hiding as you tilt your head. Jungkook easily towers over Jennie, standing there in his usual attire. He looks a little anxious and overall not happy. It hurts to see him like that and you wanna ask but you refrain from doing so.

“Please just ten minutes Jen, ten minutes is all I ask for.” He replies.

“Ten minutes? For what, so you can sweet talk your way out of whatever the fuck you did this time? I don’t think so. Have a good night.” Jennie goes to close the door when Jungkook stops her because he finally spots you.

“y/n! y/n baby please let me talk to you.” He says desperately, gripping the doorway as Jennie struggles to close the door.

Your heart aches and you sigh softly as you step out and look at Jennie, “I’ll be outside okay,” you softly smile and pat her shoulder, “ten minutes.” You say, trying to muster the most serious face ever.

“Okay.” Jungkook breathes out, stepping away from the door as Jennie lets you slide through.

“Let me know if this fucker tries anything, I got pepper spray and I’ll get your ass if you try and get lucky with her.” Jennie glares as she closes the door behind you.

You stand close by the door, staring up at him as you fiddle with the hem of the sweater you got on. “So,” you softly say, “what did you wanna talk about?”

Jungkook sighs as he cups your cheeks, “Are you upset with me?” He says as he stares into your glassy eyes, “She meant nothing to me baby, I swear it to you I didn’t do anything with her, she just sat in my lap and took the photo.” He says as he rubs his thumb against your cheek.

Your eyes water as you make a low pained noise, “Oh my baby, don’t cry pretty girl.” Jungkook says as he brings you closer and hugs you to his chest, “You know I’d never do anything with anyone who isn’t you.” He says as he rocks side to side with you.

“B-But she said you guys were talking,” you hiccup softly and look at him, “are you?”

“No baby, I’m not.” He says and cups your cheeks.

You smack his chest with a tiny fist, glaring at him as you pull away, “Don’t ever do that to me! That isn’t nice! That’s suppose to be my lap! Not hers!” You smack his chest gently a couple of more times.

Jungkook’s laugh is cut off as he gently grips your sides and holds you steady, “Okay baby, my lap is yours.” He says as he holds you against him, “C’mon, let’s get you inside you’re not even wearing pants.” He snorts.

You open the door, “I don’t like clothes! They make me feel all itchy and stuff, feels better to just let the air in.” You say as you take him by the hand, leading him to your room as you close the door and wiggle out of the sweater you had on.

“You look much prettier without clothes anyways.” He says as he shrugs his own shirt off and tosses it to the corner somewhere.

“You always say that..” you pout as you climb into bed, gently setting Luna back on your tits as you stroke her little head and watch her perk up. “What? This is Luna’s favorite spot to sleep in.” You giggle.

Jungkook puts his hands up, “I’m not judging baby.” He gets in bed with you and pulls you to him, “C’mere.” He softly says as he holds you close to him.

You smile to yourself and snuggle into his neck, “Mm.. you only like me right? No one else?” You softly say.

“No one else,” he shakes his head, smooching your forehead shortly after, “I swear it baby.”

You smile giddily, setting Luna aside as you climb on to Jungkook’s lap and lean forward to kiss him gently. He accepts rather eagerly and settles his hands on your ass. “Mm, baby missed me?” He asks against your lips.

“Yes,” you softly moan against him, reaching down to set your hands on his abdomen for purchase, “was lonely all day without you, the store was boring too.”

Jungkook chuckles breathily, “Yeah? Well you did un-invite me baby.” He says as he massages your soft ass cheeks, pulling the waist band of your panties and letting it snap back.

You huff, “You know why.” You say and smother him in more kisses, “I didn’t like seeing her in your lap.” You say as you cup his cheek, “Made me sad.”

Jungkook stares up at you and licks his lips as he pulls the straps of your bra down and kisses your tit gently, “How can I make it up to you baby? Show you how sorry I am?” He says, enveloping your hard nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.

You softly moan in response and grip his hair, “Mm, like this,” you say as you hold his head closer to your tit while grinding down on his crotch, “feels so good like this.”

Jungkook moans against your tit and steadies you by your hips. He ends up fucking you like that, holding your legs wide apart as you squeal and cry out. He makes your pussy cream around his cock like three times, each time leaving you a little breathless. He fucks you so hard you can’t walk afterwards.

He watches you wobble to the bathroom with a lazy smirk on his face. He even adds a teasing, “Need help there?”

The night goes on like that, watching some movies and eating late night snacks as you both catch up on the missed time for the day. You know that technically Jungkook didn’t have to do all that cause you’re not dating but it makes you happy to see him stick by you loyally.

You’re smug as a motherfucker the next day when he takes you out for a small date. He posts you on his story for everyone to see, including that bitch who thought she had a chance.

‘You thought,’ you think smugly.

[The next day. . .]

taglist:

@jungkooksseuphoria , @kooliv , @angelarin , @jjeonjjk7 , @jungkookminthairwhen , @taestoessss

someone requested a drabble where reader gets sad cause jk’s with another girl so here you go hehe.

sugar? (m.)

𓆩♱𓆪 pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

𓆩♱𓆪 genre: horror, smut, just a bit of crack

𓆩♱𓆪 word count: 5k

𓆩♱𓆪 warnings: extremely heavy trigger warnings, cnc themes (reader does not consent to events that happen within the sexual scenes), aggressive behavior, 0 to 100 really fucking fast, murder / murder themes, language, etc.

𓆩♱𓆪 summary: it’s time to meet your neighbor.

———> a/n: i’m serious, this is some heavy stuff. do not read if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable. if you decide to read on, i hope you enjoy.

"Shit." This was the last box in your car, and you nearly tripped over yourself trying to push it into the corner. You slump over onto the floor, careful not to bust your ass on your way down. You'd been moving all day, you were starving, and your feet were on fucking fire.

You take a moment to catch your breath, pulling your knees up to your chest as you stare out into the hallway of your new room.

Yeah, you were moving. It had been forever since your last move, but this time, you had a roommate. You'd met her during your first year of college, and the two of you collectively decided to move off campus and rent an apartment together. Crazy decision, it appeared, but the two of you made it work.

You'd been extremely close to her since you met during orientation, and moving in together seemed like a step in the right direction.

"It looks a little bare." You snap your head up a bit, your roommate propped up against the doorframe with her hands on her hips. Not having the energy to carry a decent conversation, you nod once.

"Of course, we'll have to add decorations, give it the whole nine, and it'll look great." She continues on as she approaches you, and offers you her hand. You grab it, and she pulls most of your weight off of the ground on her own.

"It's so quiet here." You finally speak. It was the middle of the day, (on a Friday) when you two started moving your things in, and you hadn't seen a single person your age around the complex anywhere. You were beginning to think you'd moved into an area that might've been well known for housing old people.

"We just got here. We'll have to find out where the hot spots are later, after we've gotten comfortable with the place." You give a quick look around the room where all of your belongings sat, and you tsk.

"It might take a while for that." You respond. She nudges your side, and you shrug.

"You did get the bigger bedroom though. That's a start." She begins, examining the space where you two stood.

"It's also the room closest to the front door. If someone were to come in here, they'd kill me first, I'm certain." She laughs at your response, and walks in a small circle around you, motioning her head toward the window in the room.

"Maybe, or you could be luring someone into murder you by giving them the exact layout of your room." You follow her eyes, and notice that the blinds of the window were open.

"You know I didn't open them myself." You speak, walking over to the window to twist the rod and shut the blinds. You hated having the sunlight wake you up, and you were never the type to open them without reason. Especially considering that you were just moving in, opening the blinds was definitely not going to happen.

"I'm just fucking with you." She pauses, and you turn to face her again.

"Maybe." You shove at her shoulder, and walk past her to leave the room. She follows behind you, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments. It was as if you were both reminiscing on what your futures could hold here, together. You were still quite young, so anything could be subject to change, and you were okay with that.

One life, live it.

"We got everything moved in, that was the goal, I can't do anything else." Your friend hums in agreement from behind you, and you watch her glance toward the front door; probably to ensure that one of you had locked it beforehand. It was a habit she'd picked up from you. Of course, when you live in such close confinement with someone, you're bound to pick up some things from them. From her, you received the inability to flirt.

You always had that, though.

"I'm headed to bed. Wake up early tomorrow so we can be ready to head out and get some breakfast." Considering you just moved in, you had no food. Plus, you could hear a freshly cooked waffle calling your name. God, you were starving.

"Alright, see you in the morning. Love you." You return her sentiment, and the two of you part for the night. You could practically hear your mattress screaming for you to settle into it, and you were prepared to do just that.

----

Much to your dismay, you were still woken up by the sun peering at you through the blinds. Even though you'd closed them, the glare still managed to wake you from your sleep.

With an annoyed groan, you roll over onto your side, and grab your phone to check the time. It was 8:03 am.

Even though you'd wanted to wake up early, you forgot to set an alarm last night due to your tiredness. Maybe the sun wasn't such a bad thing, in that case.

No, it definitely was.

You roll out of your bed, and head into the bathroom to take care of your business. You take a shower, brush your teeth, wash your face, and doll yourself up for the day. You should have checked up on your roommate to make sure she was awake so you two could leave on time, but the thought slipped your mind. By the time you finished, it was 9:27 am.

You stand in front of your mirror to make sure you didn't have a hair out of place. Once you were sure you were content, you decide to peek into your best friend's room to make sure she was awake. When you heard the sink running, you nodded to yourself, and returned back to your bedroom.

Upon reentering your room, you hear faint talking outside of your window. It was loud enough for you to be certain that someone was there, but not distinct enough for you to understand what was being said.

You get closer to the window, and try to peer through the blinds without opening them. Upon realizing that you could not see a single thing, you open the blinds slightly, and quickly close them afterward.

You take a few seconds to rearrange your thoughts, before peeking through the blinds again.

Fuck.

There was someone there, absolutely.

At this stage of your life, you were still trying to decipher if you were really into men, but you were certainly into this one.

You couldn't see his face very well, but you did see a small, bushy tailed animal running around outside with him. After a few moments of long, hard staring, you were able to make it out as a cat.

God, you really hoped no one could see you looking through the blinds at this man like a weirdo.

He was attractive. He was wearing a black, loose shirt with a pair of black cargo pants, even though it had to have been at least 90 degrees. He had on thick, heavy black boots which probably added about three or so inches to his height. Even then, he was likely taller than you.

When he angled himself to face you, you could see what appeared to be a full sleeve of tattoos, or at least a half sleeve. You changed your position a bit, aiming to get a better view of his face. He had soft, full lips. When he opened his mouth wider, you saw a quick glimpse of metal before he closed it again.

God, did he have a tongue piercing?

He stopped moving for a moment, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. He stood completely still, and so did you. It wasn’t until you realized that he was walking closer to your window that you widened your eyes comically, and sank onto the floor with a quiet curse.

Silence.

It was so quiet.

You move to peek again, wondering if you scared the boy away, until you hear three light knocks against the window.

He knows, fuck. He definitely does.

Owning up to your decision to spy on him in the first place, you decide to pull the blinds up completely, lifting the window up as well, so there was no barrier between the two of you any longer.

Well, there was still the screen behind the window, but now, the two of you were face to face, and man.

He was so fucking cute.

He had an eyebrow piercing, long black hair that was a tousled mess (but he still managed to wear it well), and his features were probably sculpted by an angel that had too much time on their hands.

You wondered what you looked like at this moment; on your knees in front of your window, getting caught gawking at some random boy who just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

He picks up the cat with one hand, and the kitty meows softly, beginning to take gentle bites at his finger. He maintains firm eye contact with you, however, and you're wondering if he's about to question your choice of hobbies, when a large smile spreads across his face.

"You like cats, huh?" He says, and you resist the urge to widen your eyes again. He had such a distinct, boyish voice, which seemed to be a major contrast from his appearance. You appreciated the difference, though.

Seeing as he was the first person around your age you'd seen so far, you were trying your best to keep your cool, and avoid any further awkwardness.

"Uh, yeah. I do, I just didn't know there was someone else out there. Figured it may have been a stray." He hums as you speak and nods his head. He examines you for a moment, before silence falls over the two of you once more.

"I don't think I've seen you around before, and I'd remember if I had." You raise an eyebrow at this. Would he remember you because he found you attractive, or because there weren't many young adults around?

"Yeah, my friend and I just moved in yesterday, actually. Trying to settle into the place." You run your hands down your thighs. You desperately wanted to stand, but you'd be standing, talking to a headless body on the other side.

The stranger could sense this, it seemed, because he also raised an eyebrow at the way you were sat on the ground.

"It's pretty unfortunate that we had to meet through a window, isn't it? Stand up, you don't need to be on the ground. I'll bend down." He says, opening his arms to let the cat run free.

"Your cat won't run away?" You ask, causing him to laugh heartily.

"Nah, she loves me." You pull yourself up onto your feet slowly, and by the time you've adjusted your clothing, the boy is, in fact, bent over, tattooed arms pressed against the window, and his face as close to yours as it could get due to the barrier between the two of you.

"Are you from around here?" You shake your head.

"I went to a nearby college, but decided to transfer to an area that seemed more my style. I go to the local university here now." He nods as you speak, still keeping firm eye contact with you as you explain your move to him.

It might have seemed very odd that you were explaining the last few months of your life to some random boy, but that's essentially what it was like on campus, anyway. What's the difference?

"I just graduated from there last year. I'm down here for work now. I've moved constantly, and I'm looking to settle."

"What did you study?" You ask.

"Criminology." You nod slowly. In college, you learned quickly that a person's appearance does not equate to what they choose to study. Some of the most adorable people you knew studied some intense things.

"Congratulations on graduating then, uh..." You trail off.

"Jungkook."

"Right. Congratulations, Jungkook." He lets out a little laugh.

"What are you studyi--"

"Alright, I'm done. My makeup looks pretty good today, right? I tried that new lipstick I bought when we went to the store." Your best friend rummages into your room. You glance over your shoulder at her, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook has his eyebrow raised.

While you are distracted, he uses this time to glance around your room.

She joins you at your side, and nods her head over to the boy in front of the window. He waves at her, smile as pure as ever.

"Who's the dude?"

"Jungkook, I'm your neighbor down in C3." Your friend nods, giving you a look of suspicion before glancing toward him again.

"It's been a pleasure, Jungkook, but we've got to get going." You speak. Your friend nods, and he stands to his feet slowly, patting his thighs as the cat goes running up to his legs.

"I didn't catch your name." He states firmly.

"It's ________. That's Ivory, my roommate." He smiles softly. Ivory waves her hand at him.

"Pleasure to meet you ladies as well. Come and give me a knock if you ever need some sugar." You chuckle, and he does the same. With one final nod, he dismisses himself.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding in, and turn around to face your roommate. She has an expectant look on her face, and one of her eyebrows is still raised.

"What? Meeting the neighbors was on our list of things to do." You state, as you push the latches on the window shut to lock it. Considering you weren't the type of person to be so forward, you surprised yourself at the interaction you just had.

She playfully rolls her eyes, and grabs your wrist. You reach for your purse and wallet on your bed quickly, before she has the chance to drag you out of the room.

----

You two spend the rest of the day out, buying little things to decorate the apartment (including curtains, so the sun wasn't glaring in your face in the mornings), little groceries, and whatever else you could remember. The sun was beginning to set by the time you returned home, and just like yesterday, you were beat, and so was your best friend.

You assumed that you would be all caught up on sleep by the time you woke up the next day, and your assumption proved to be correct.

Buying those curtains was a great decision, because you woke up on your own accord, and you were feeling great. Still, you were going to make yourself a cup of coffee, but you felt well rested enough to continue about your day and set some things up around your new place.

You head into the kitchen to grab a mug and your coffee grounds. While your machine works itself up, you look around the kitchen. Things were bare, so it didn't feel very 'homey' quite yet, but you were sure to fix that within the next few days.

As your roommate was still sleeping, you're careful not to make too much noise as you're preparing your coffee. Your stomach grumbles as it brews, and the smell slowly begins to fill the kitchen. Even though there was no sugar or creamer, it still smelled great. Either that, or you were hungry as hell.

Probably the latter.

After you've prepared your cup, you take a few quick sips, careful not to burn your tongue. You nod at the taste. This was exactly what you needed to get a head start on your day.

You'd just cleaned the kitchen of the little mess you made, when there's three knocks at your front door. They weren't loud, but they were firm. You're quiet for a second before the knocks pick up again, with the same intensity as before.

"Just a second!" You call out, wondering if your voice held as much confusion as your face did.

"Take your time." You knew that voice. It had only been a day, but you could register well enough.

You look through the peephole just to be sure, and sure enough, Jungkook is stood on your doormat with his hands tucked into his pockets, his head down as if he were looking at his shoes.

You unlock the front door, coffee still in hand, and you're met with a warm smile. You return it, though not as bright as his. It was early morning, or at least you thought. How he could have so much energy was beyond you.

"What's up?" You question, an eyebrow raised as you take another sip.

"Got any sugar?" You couldn't help but to laugh. Never in your life would you have imagined someone presenting you with that line.

As you continue to laugh, Jungkook smiles.

"What? I'm serious. I wanted to make myself a cup of coffee, but I'm all out of sugar. I see you've had the same idea." He says, nodding his head in your direction. You hum.

"Didn't you tell me to knock on your door if I ever needed sugar? Already failing to keep promises, are we?" You joke, and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Besides, I just put it away. You're short by just a minute or two. Sorry about that." You joke, and he raises an eyebrow.

"If you aren't going to offer me the sugar, you could at least invite me in. Your coffee smells fresh." He taunts in return. Now, you raise an eyebrow.

You weren't opposed to the idea, but your roommate was sleeping. You would never knowingly invite someone over without telling her first, out of pure decency. He would have plenty of other chances to get sugar from you some other time.

"Fine, you got me. I'll give you the sugar, but I better see it back before the sun goes down." You turn away from the door as you finish your sentence, and walk back into the kitchen to grab the sugar for Jungkook.

When you return, he has a boyish smile on his face.

"Was hoping you'd welcome me in, but this is what I asked for, isn't it." You lean against the doorframe, and he stares at you for a moment with the sugar held in one of his hands.

There was a strong silence, but there was something eerie about it. A light breeze passes outside, and it tousles Jungkook's hair a bit, so only one of his eyes is visible to you now.

There was something so interesting about his face. He appeared to be pale, though he had a healthy glow about his skin that made him appear as if he were a real life mythical creature. He truly was carefully sculpted.

"Did you hear? The weather is supposed to get very bad tonight." You raise both of your eyebrows in surprise. You surely hadn't heard.

"No, I haven't heard that. I still get weather alerts for the old town I used to live in. Thank you for the heads up, though." He nods.

"If you have any candles, flashlights, or anything of that sort, go ahead and lay them out. Weather isn't bad here often, but when it is, it's terrible." You nod, as does he.

"Thanks for the sugar, _____. I'll be sure to pay you another visit to return it."

"Hope you do. You stay careful tonight too, by the way." He smiles, bows politely, and walks away with the sugar in hand. You close the door once he's out of sight, and think over your interaction.

There was something about that boy.

You down the rest of your coffee before it gets cold, wash out your cup, and start putting kitchen utensils away in the drawers. You and your best friend already agreed that she would tackle the living room, and you would handle the kitchen. By the time you were finishing up, which was about an hour or two after your interaction with Jungkook, she was beginning to stir in her sleep.

Moments later, she meets you in the kitchen with half opened eyes, and her tank top twisted around her breasts. You stifle a laugh, and place your hand over your mouth.

"Your titties are out."

"No they're not."

Instead of responding, you fix her top for her, and the expression on her face after you do so causes you to fall into a fit of laughter.

She rubs her face and sighs loudly.

"I need to head back out and grab a few more things for the living room. You want to come with me?" You shake your head.

"No, I need to finish up in here." You were nearly done, and if you left right now, you knew you weren't going to finish when you came back. She nods in understanding.

"Jungkook came by a while ago." You continue.

"Again? It's ten right now. Who wakes up that early?"

"He does, I guess. He took our sugar so he could make some coffee, but he also said that there was going to be bad weather later. So whatever you need to get done, have it finished before it gets late so you're not stuck in it."

"Sure, mom." You roll your eyes.

"I'm serious."

"I know, I'll be back before then." She says, and you nod.

About an hour later, she's out of the front door, and you're back to finishing the kitchen.

Once your feet are so sore that you're certain they'll burn if you continue to stand, you find that you're finished with the kitchen. Everything is in place, the kitchen decorations are set up nicely, and now, you're starting to feel a little more at home.

It hadn't been long since your friend left, and Jungkook still hadn't brought your sugar back. He was cute and all, but if he was that desperate for your sugar that he couldn’t even bring it back, he would've been on your hit list.

You were going to be by yourself for a few hours, so you’d use the time to do some self care.

You pour yourself a glass of sparkling water, run a bath, light some candles, grab your speaker, and a robe. If the weather was going to get bad anyway, you wanted to go ahead and get yourself clean to avoid showering in a thunderstorm, or possibly something worse.

You strip yourself of your clothing, slip into the bathtub, and close your eyes.

You successfully shaved, listened to a few songs, and performed some other self care acts, but you fell asleep soon after that. It wasn't your first tine falling asleep in the bath, but certainly the cold water around your body was not something pleasant to wake up to.

You drain the bath, and run a quick shower to remove any excess suds from your body. You blow out your candles, slip on your robe, and your slippers. Reaching for your phone that you set on the counter at some point, you check the time.

5:48.

She still wasn't home yet. She did text you a bit ago to check in, though, which you smile at.

You let her know that you're okay, and she needs to come home soon.

In the meantime, you apply a facemask, and sit on the couch to let it dry for thirty minutes.

You hear a loud crash of thunder just a few moments later.

So, the boy was right.

You were thankful that it didn't occur when you were sleeping in the bath, but now your main concern was you roommate. You just put your mask on, also. Worst case scenario, if the power went out, you'd have to wash it off with cold water.

You leaned over the couch to hit the light switch on the wall, and when the lights in the room didn't illuminate, you realized that you were, in fact, without power. You were sure they'd come back on within a few hours. Thankfully, most of the food you went shopping for earlier consisted of things that wouldn't expire without being refrigerated.

You planned ahead unintentionally, which you were thankful for.

Wait a second.

If the power was out...

You quickly stand to your feet and head to the front door.

Sure enough, it was unlocked.

Your front door locked electronically using a code, but specifically for instances such as these, there was still a manual lock.

You lock the door, and jiggle the knob a bit to ensure that you'd locked it.

This meant that when your roommate returned home, you'd need to open the door for her. You didn't think to tell her to grab the key before she left, but you wouldn't fall asleep without making sure she made it back safely first.

Remembering that you'd left your phone on the bathroom counter, you stumble around in the darkness to grab it. The screen doesn't light up, and you continuously click the power button on and off with silent curses under your breath.

You didn't charge your damn phone, the candles you'd lit from your bath were blown out and you don't know what you did with the lighter, you didn't get a flashlight out even though you were warned to, and you still had this damn face mask on.

Goddamnit.

Using careful steps and your sense of touch (by pressing your palms against the wall so you wouldn't trip and fall straight onto your fucking face), you make your way to the sink and wipe your face clean of the mask. You decide to let your skin air dry. It took you two years to make it to the sink alone, you didn't want to fish around for a towel.

Using the same carefulness as before, you step out into the hallway and feel around for the couch, grabbing onto the fabric until you can make out a seat.

You sit down with a loud sigh, and stare blanky into the darkness.

The power was out. Your phone was dead. You were fucked.

The only option you had was to wait for your roommate, so that's what you did. You sat, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of the only light source being the lightning strikes from outside, you register the sound of the front door being unlocked.

You don't remember her taking her key, but maybe she already had it in her purse.

The door opens.

"______?" She questions. You stand up, but you don't move toward her. There would be no use in the both of you stumbling around like idiots if neither of you could see anything.

"I wanted to call you, but I forgot to charge my phone. I'm just glad you're fucking back. I'm right in front of the couch." You say, relief flooding your veins.

There was shuffling, but otherwise, it was completely silent.

You assumed she was trying to make her way over to you. Her remaining quiet while doing so was a little out of character, but then again, you've never been in a power outage with her, and certainly not as her roommate.

"I'm right at the end here, you'll feel me once you make it to the arm." You speak to prevent silence from filling the room.

You feel a gust of wind brush past your face, and a presence in front of you. Even though you couldn’t see, it was simply one of those moments where you could feel someone standing there.

"Good, you found me. Look at you." You joke.

Still, silence.

"Don't just stand in front of me like a weirdo. Say something, come on." You laugh again, though there was a sense of uneasiness in your voice.

You silently reach for her hand, and when she intertwines her fingers with yours, you squeeze her hand. She was cold to the touch, but then again, she came home in the rain.

"Hello?" You call out emptily. The two of you would make a joke about things like that in horror movies, so you at least expected a laugh out of her.

And a laugh you got, but it was not from Ivory.

Seconds later, her hand is replaced with a larger, much firmer one.

"Ivory?" Your voice breaks.

Jungkook laughs before speaking,

"I'm afraid not."

You feel the urge to burst into tears.

"Get the fuck out of here, you fucking freak!" You scream, which earns you a slap to the cheek.

With a forceful push, your back is pressed against the couch cushions, and your bare pussy is exposed to the cold air of the room.

You immediately close your legs and try to keep quiet. Once he was close enough, you'd kick him in the fucking face.

As soon as you begin to prepare to lift your legs and get into the ideal position to whack your intruder in the nose, a hand is placed around your ankles, before cold metal follows afterward.

You scream, though Jungkook doesn't bother to shut you up anymore. He was very well aware that most, if not damn near all of the neighborhood that you two lived in consisted of the elderly, and even if their old ears did manage to pick up the sound of you screaming, none of them would do a single thing about it.

"I know, I know." Jungkook says, as if he were soothing a crying baby to sleep.

"You know," You can feel him shuffling once more, and much to your fright, you can feel his breath against the back of your thighs.

“You should do better research about the environments you choose to reside in. I’m the only other person your age around here aside from your roommate, and you don’t find that odd?” You thrash and jolt around as he angles your hips up a bit, so he could sit his head right underneath them. The more you fought, the more you expelled your energy, which would only end up in Jungkook's favor.

“You’re a stupid girl.”

Your fight or flight instincts had been engaged. You sure as hell couldn't fight, and running with cuffs around your legs would be impossible.

Your hands, however, were free.

You begin to swing your fists wildly into the area, though Jungkook is not close enough for you to actually land a hit. You arch your back up off of the couch, and stretch forward as far as you possibly can. You grab ahold of his hair, and pull as hard as you can.

This causes him to giggle wildly. The amount of energy you wasted trying to fight him back now catches up to you, and you fall back onto the couch with a loud thud. Simultaneously, Jungkook begins to spread your pussy lips with his fingers. Without hesitation, he buries his face in your cunt, as your cries, sobs, and screams reverberate off of the walls in the living room.

You were right about one thing, however. That little metal ball in his mouth was definitely a tongue piercing, and under much different circumstances, it could have been flattering on him.

He was disgusting.

Jungkook's tongue moves from your pussy, to your clit, and a few licks were given to your asshole. He consumes your juices as if he'd never eaten anything prior to this moment. His gruff moans and grumbles are barely heard as he continues to devour you like his last meal.

You cover your face in shame, your chest rising and falling quickly as you continue to scream and cry.

"When I saw you, I figured you would be loud. Look at that, mm," He replaces his fingers with his tongue as he continues to taunt you. At this rate, your cries begin to slow, and to your dismay, pleasure settles in.

"Let's make it quick then, honey." He presses his hand against your lower stomach, and you squeeze your eyes shut. You felt as if you were going to pee on him, and even if you had, maybe he would be prompted to get the fuck away from you and leave you alone.

Instinctively, you close your thighs in, though Jungkook keeps them spread apart. You release, making a mess of yourself, him, and your couch. He basks in this, talking you through your uncontrollable orgasm. His words just go into one ear and out of the other, your vision becoming blurry just a few moments afterward.

He removes his fingers from your cunt, and pops them into his mouth. You feel your ankles being freed of the cuffs, and Jungkook's large hand rubbing over the marks that were left there. You don't even have the energy to jolt away from him anymore.

You lay lifelessly for a few moments, not even reacting when the lights in your apartment come back on.

Jungkook grabs your chin and turns your head, to where you see your roommate's lifeless body, with a belt around her neck, and a piece of cloth in her mouth.

You shriek at the top of your lungs, and he stands.

"I'll bring your sugar back tomorrow."

STARBOY — J. JUNGKOOK (m)

Jungkook is a rich loner who doesn’t realize he could have anyone he wants bc he’s stuck on you— a random cam girl who has no clue he exists.

PAIRING: Jungkook x f!reader

GENRE: camgirl au; smut;

WC: 2.4k

WARNINGS: m!masturbation, f!masturbation... duh, camming, use of dildos, camgirl!reader, fanboy!jungkook, yn and jungkook have matching users bc jk is a loser, sex toys, virgin kink, age gap-ish (Jungkook is 28, reader is 22), does this count as exhibitionism? reader’s ass described as fat once by Jungkook

A/N: I was listening to the weeknd and this was the result… pure FILTH. also shortened and cross-posted since i haven’t been active on here!!

NEW TWEET FROM @.adoreme: going live in 5! I have some new treats ;)

The ping from Jungkook’s phone has his heart kicking up an irritating notch, reading over the notification until it disappears— his fork all but falling to the floor in his rush to stand, his chair screeching against his sparkling floor with it. He rushes across the expanse of his living room to take his plate to the sink and then runs back to grab the fork from the floor and throw it in as well, just to run back all over again to grab his phone.

He almost trips as he runs up the stairs of his— dare he say— very nice penthouse, and he passes large windows with privacy glass while sliding his hand along a clear, glass railing. His bedroom doesn’t come into view quick enough, and when he plops down on his bed he wastes no time peeling off his pants and pulling his shirt over his head. He needs to get ready for bed anyway, so after he’s done watching you he can shower and go to sleep. Perfect.

He doesn’t bother putting headphones on or turning his volume down low because he lives alone. Another ping alerts him that the live stream is starting, and with another adjustment to his pillow he clicks on the ‘SUGARTRAP’ icon pinned at the top of his laptop. Tonight’s stream invitation is bordered with black and white stars, bolden at the edges for a 3D effect. Under it, in pretty cursive letters, Jungkook’s favorite words blare across the screen.

@.adoreme is live!

Adoreme is live. And adore you he does, if his frantic energy and utter impatience is any indicator. His attention is glued to the screen like he’s still a teenager, eager for any chance to see some tits and ass. He’s past that phase, but if it’s you, well… maybe he’s not. Jungkook has been watching your streams for a whopping eight months, has become your highest tipper, and the most familiar face user in your streams. He tunes in at any time of day and whenever possible. He probably looks desperate, present from start to finish of every stream no matter how short and no matter how long.

Honestly, even if he tuned into your streams from his office, cock shamelessly fisted in his hand as he watched you push your panties to the side, struggling to fit a small, vibrating toy inside your tight little cunt? That was his right. Luckily, you usually only stream late at night on the weekends. Like today, a lonely Friday night, Jungkook watches with a hand pushed deftly into his pants already drooling before you’ve even done anything.

A giggle echoes through the room as if on cue, just as the thighs in front of him slide back on the bed, bringing in view of a pair of black panties stretched over the fattest ass Jungkook has ever seen in his life. The frilly edge of the waistband brushes against smooth skin, looking as plush and as soft as the delicious ass Jungkook is obsessed with.

Jungkook has never been a stranger to porn. He loves porn, but these live streams… they awaken something in him he never knew about. It’s something about watching in real time, being able to control what happens, that makes him really love it. The chance to chat with the sexiest girl he’s ever seen— digital or not— sign him up. He’ll never refuse, and you’re more than he could’ve ever asked for. Your “name” stylized as stargirl, hence the stars in the banner of your livestream, was like a prayer. He whispers it under his breath every time he climaxes like a wife who’s husband has been away at war for far too long and imagination is all that’s left.

“How have you guys been?”

God, even your voice is sexy. It makes heat rise to his cheeks and he sits up, checking into the chat to make his presence known.

starboy: lonely without you

starboy: how have you been? finish your thesis yet?

So, maybe Jungkook changed his user to match yours and, maybe he is also a loser who instead of saying something sexy asks you about school. Something he graduated from for the last time almost six years ago. The age difference makes him shiver, a shaky breath leaving his lips in response to his own thoughts.

He shifts a couple of more inches backwards against his pillow, and soft breasts enter his field of vision, just barely covered by your bralette. They jiggle and threaten to fall from their restraints with every movement you make, and in turn makes Jungkook’s breath leave him in a gasp. A manicured hand decorated with a small tattoo around one finger— a star— rakes up your torso – and Jungkook has never been as jealous of a hand as he is now. Your nails trail over your skin, making their way up your chest, moving off-screen with a muted sigh from you as you reach around to play with the clasp of your bra.

Ever a tease.

“I’ve been doing just fine, Starboy,” You giggle, your long eyelashes blinking owlishly at the screen. Fuck, you’re in a good mood today. Your innocent aura is what sucks people in, and Jungkook figures that's why you're so popular— you feed right into their desires to turn out girls like you, drawing them in like a kid in a candy store. He’s not ashamed to say he’s one of them— in so deep. Too deep.

"How has your week been..." You prattle on, leaning forward to check the viewer count and read the comments as they start to filter in more hurriedly. Jungkook’s attention is drawn to the swell of your breasts in your bralette. God, they’re practically falling out and right into his face— he wants to run his lips over the fabric so bad. "Let’s wait for some more to join before I start taking requests! You already know the drill."

sexmonster: come on, let’s start baby

kissqueen: hopefully that big tipper doesn’t log on

Jungkook can’t help the bark of a laugh that he lets out. He assumes he’s the big tipper since more often than not, he’s the one controlling the stream. Highest tipper gets the most leeway and the most control, and he, as someone who is not pressed for cash, has always gotten that title. Starboy and Stargirl— it sounds perfect to him, and if kissqueen can’t afford it then kissqueen will just have to deal with it. The one thing he can’t afford is to feel bad.

It’s with a bite to your lip that the stream officially starts, Jungkook watching as you reach behind you to grab a sparkly lavender dildo, long and girthy, and much too wide for your tight hole to take without proper preparation. Jungkook takes that as a sign to properly pull his boxers down and settle his laptop in a comfortable position on his stomach.

Close to the width of your forearm, his girthy cock stands tall, almost peeking out from behind the screen in front of him – his tip red and wet, smacking against the back of his laptop and leaving splotches of precum over his calves. Jungkook sighs, stroking himself lightly before turning his attention back to you.

From the screen he watches as your fingers skim over the clothed but wet lips of your pussy, middle finger inching downwards to rub over them. You gasp when you’re met with thick arousal that immediately wets the tip of your finger even past the lacy cloth of your lingerie. Jungkook watches slack jawed, one hand caressing his leaking cock and the other making its way to type praises in the chat.

sexmonster: oh yeah, baby

ordinary980: so fucking sexy

kissqueen: take those panties off, beautiful

lovetolay: you need a real cock to please you

starboy: so beautiful

Jungkook can’t help but cringe at some of the other comments and decides to stop reading them if he doesn’t want his hard-on to die off. Quick.

You gasp, breathy and airy, “Oh, thank you Starboy.”

starboy: pretty girls like you deserve to be praised

“What should I do? I’m so wet…”

You’re gonna be the death of him. Jungkook groans, stroking himself with more vigor, sliding the wetness of his precum over flushed skin.

starboy: [tipped 500 coins] let us see that pretty pussy

You hum, lifting up on your knees to pull your panties down and Jungkook’s eyebrows raise when your arousal clings to the fabric, pulling with every push of your lingerie down your thighs, and Jungkook is speechless at the obscenity of it. Eight months and he’s still so enraptured in you.

starboy: fuck

“You like what you see?”

There’s a chorus of yes’s in the chat, but Jungkook can’t bring himself to type anything else, too busy stroking his cock with a fragile intensity, watching as your lips quirk up into a smile.

“I think my starboy has gone speechless.”

Jungkook decides to ignore the fact that you’re making fun of him to instead zero in on the use of my in that sentence. Your Starboy. Oh god. Jungkook is gonna cum and it’s only been fifteen measly minutes. You haven’t even done anything yet. He guesses that’s just your charm.

Once you calm down, you reach behind you and pick up the purple dildo again, tapping the tip of it playfully against your lower lip. It has another rush of heat spreading down to the pit of Jungkook’s stomach. “This was a gift from one of my lovely subscribers. I thought I’d put it to good use today.”

“It’s really big, isn’t it?” You hum, your voice pitching a bit higher. “It’s long, and it’s thick.” You give the tip a little lick and smile, all wide and innocent. Jungkook swallows a groan.

You smile sweetly at the camera and spread your legs apart before circling a finger around your entrance, pressing lightly against it to coat your fingers in arousal. “Wish I had someone here to help me,” You whine, the ghost of a moan catching on your breathy voice. “Bet their fingers would feel so much better than my own. Mine just… aren’t enough.”

Jungkook curls his hand around his cock, fully hard and leaking uncontrollably. It’s almost embarrassing, how quickly you get him all worked up, but he can’t find it in himself to care, not when you look and sound so goddamn pretty, all but begging to be taken care of. Warmth courses through Jungkook in pulses now, most intense in his gut.

You position yourself upwards on your knees, prepared to ride the sad piece of plastic like no tomorrow and have given your viewers the best view.

The mewl you emit goes through Jungkook like a shockwave, shoving a growl past his gritted teeth. “Fuck,” he hisses and squeezes the base of his cock, staving off as much of his arousal as he can while watching you take in more and more of the toy, the purple silicone slowly disappearing inside your tight heat.

“O-oh my god,” You moan, high and breathy. “Oh god, it’s f-filling me so well, I—” Your voice catches on a gasp, “It’s so big,” You whimper, your arm trembling as you work the dildo in deeper and deeper. “‘S too big, I can’t, I—ah!”

“You can,” Jungkook sighs, stroking himself slowly while his free hand grips hard onto his sheets, before he remembers he can do something better.

starboy: [tipped 1000 coins] come on baby

And it’s a miracle you even saw it with the way your eyes glaze over in pleasure, but with a dopey grin you sigh, “I— oh, okay.” Before you pull the dildo out a little and then push it back in, lips falling open in a silent moan. You get it almost all the way in before doing it all over again, working the toy deeper with gentle thrusts. “Feels so go-good,” You mewl, bouncing up and down vigorously. “‘S so good, gonna c-come.”

Jungkook continued to pump himself, and he thought about how good you would feel, how wet you would be and the mess that you would make. He thought about fucking you into the floor, your body covered in his cum— thought about how tight you would feel around him, about the sounds you’d make.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, his body shaking and his breaths coming out shallow as he continued to watch you fuck yourself. Through shaky breaths and with a muffled sob; his eyes fluttering shut, Jungkook sighed as he came.

“Oh fuck, yes!”

You dropped down hard onto the jelly curved dildo one last time before you cried out in pleasure as your orgasm came crashing into you. Jungkook doesn’t last after that, stroking himself harshly one last time before his release spurts all over his toned stomach. He’d barely managed to move the laptop away in time, and with that, the stream ended shortly after. You sent your goodbyes and the tips came rolling in, and Jungkook said his goodbyes.

The warmth of the shower manages to calm him down before his phone pinged with the same ringtone as earlier that night and his heart rate increased exponentially. It was rare for you to say anything else after streaming, and it was already really late. If Jungkook rushed to check his phone, no one would know.

NEW TWEET FROM @.adoreme: I'm hosting a lovely event for a lucky subscriber to get the chance to meet me and make a video together! check the attached link for details. Goodnight and good luck starlights!

Jungkook’s heart stopped, resumed, and then stopped again as he read the words over and over. He moved quickly and with intense determination, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the link to load. Your tweet’s only like at the moment was him— it hadn’t even been a minute since you tweeted— he had to be the first person to enter.

When the site loaded up, Jungkook was presented with a form, a long one. Clearly your safety was to be top priority and Jungkook was fine with that— content to list his age, phone number, and all socials as if they were conducting a real background check. Maybe he should’ve been more precautious; you could’ve been hacked for all he knows and he had just given away all his information. He included a picture of himself as the last step and submitted the form with a deep breath stuck in his chest.

It was harder than usual for Jungkook to fall asleep that night.

a/n: this is the most vulgar thing i’ve ever written and i can’t take it seriously… 😭 pls lmk ur thoughts!!