Ex On The Beach | Part 1 (Jungkook)

Ex On The Beach | Part 1 (Jungkook)

Rating/genre: M18+, exes to lovers; smut 💖, fluff, light angst Pairings: Jungkook x Reader(f) Warnings: Explicit smut, unprotected vaginal penetration, reader is a bit dominant, Jungkook is more submissive in this part, begging, public sex (but it’s a dream), reader is described as smaller and weaker than him, a bit of bickering, pet names ‘baby’, ‘love’ and ‘jagi’, they are exes but they don’t hate each other or anything Word Count: 4.8k Summary: You and Jungkook broke up. But it would be very silly of you to let the fancy beach vacation you both won go to waste, right? 

A/N: Part one of three. Jungkook is a bit aged-down in this. He’s like 23-ish. It doesn’t really matter lol. Just thought I’d note it in case anyone was curious. Reader is written to be a bit older than him but again, doesn’t really matter.

You were a genius who didn’t look up the resort before getting to the airport so now here you were, using your last minutes of precious wifi before take off to look up Moonlight Bay Resort – ‘award-winning six-star clifftop villa-style resort’. 

As soon as you read the words, you frowned and looked to the man beside you who was rifling through his bag, long dark strands falling into his eyes as he tried to pull out his headphones, cord all tangled, to connect them to his phone. 

“Did you give me the wrong name? ‘Moonlight Bay’ you said?”

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CATFISH...? — han jisung

pairing: rockstar!han jisung x fem!reader genre: humor (!! basically crack), smut word count: 9.2k warnings: 18+ mdni!!! tinder usage (jumpscare i know), switch!jisung, sexting, oral (f. rec), orgasm denial, protected sex, finger sucking, overstimulation, praise kink, they're in a dressing room and there is a mirror (u do the math...)

summary: What is more embarrassing than matching on Tinder with a catfish pretending to be rockstar Han Jisung, number one heartthrob of the decade? Probably discovering that the catfish isn't a catfish and actually is, in fact, rockstar Han Jisung. Whoops.

Your downfall begins with one too many glasses of wine and the accidental slip of a finger.

In your defense, you didn't mean to swipe right on the very obvious catfish account now staring up at you from your phone. In all honesty, you didn't mean to redownload Tinder at all—not after your last failed attempt when you swore off dating apps forever.

But hey, you are a strong believer that one shouldn't be held responsible for the decisions they make while wine drunk, and you'll stick by that until the day you die.

For a catfisher, the profile looks rather convincing. A well curated selection of photos, a flirty one-liner bio, and somehow they even managed to get the account verified.

And yet, you find it very hard to believe that the Han Jisung, lead singer of the number one band SKZ, happens to be in your area, on Tinder of all places.

Sure, the serotonin of seeing "It's a Match!" did send a little thrill down your spine. Still, it always amuses you when people decide to pretend to be celebrities on dating apps to get more matches.

As you lounge on the couch, taking another sip of your drink, your phone lights up with a message.

jisung: damn jisung: i'm trying to blow ur back out fr jisung: respectfully of course

In the background, whatever cheesy romcom you put on plays, and you can't help the snort you let out after reading the messages.

you: damn you: what happened to hi? hello? my name is?

You know indulging a catfish isn't the best idea, but you're drunk and bored, and using dating apps always makes you act out a little more than you should.

jisung: my b ur right jisung: hi, hello, my name is jisung :^)

The dorky emoji amuses you, as does the catfisher's dedication to keeping the charade up.

you: much better you: you may proceed jisung: ahaha jisung: no but fr if ur into it, wanna let me dick u down? you: lol jisung: ? you: sorry, not really into being fucked by guys who lie abt their identity jisung: lol wym you: no way ppl on here actually think ur han jisung jisung: yes they do? jisung: because i am? you: you'll forgive me if i don't believe u jisung: i'd forgive u for a lot of things ;) jisung: no but fr i am han jisung jisung: han jisung is me

You chew on your lip, thoroughly amused with the conversation. Did this person really expect you to just believe them? If they were Han Jisung, then you must be Mother Theresa.

you: prove it jisung: how am i supposed to do that :( you: i'm sure you'll figure it out you: prove ur han jisung and i'll let u dick me down any time, any place :)

A giggle bursts forth from you and you take another sip from your wine.

jisung: bet

When you wake up the next morning with a pounding headache, all thoughts of your conversation with the catfish from last night are gone.

The only thing on your mind is a hot meal to soothe your aching stomach and a few Tylenol to calm your raging migraine.

Which is why, when your phone lights up with a notification from Tinder halfway through your breakfast, you can't help but be confused.

You hardly remember re-downloading Tinder last night, and it takes a moment to recall what you had been doing.

When you open the conversation thread, however, it all comes flooding back to you.

jisung: good morning beautiful ;^) jisung: are the pics i posted on insta enough to prove to u that i am actually han jisung jisung: posted them just for u :D

Your head throbs and for a moment, the letters on your screen blur together. It takes you longer than necessary to read the messages, but when you do, you can't help but scoff.

you: has anyone told u that u text like an absolute fucking loser you: and how do those pics prove anything? you: they're just selfies you: literally nothing about them proves its u jisung: oh fuck ur so right jisung: i didn't even think of that jisung: so does this mean u don't believe me :( you: obviously ???

"What did your phone do to you?"

Across from you, your best friend Seungmin sits, chewing thoughtfully on his eggs.

"What do you mean?"

He raises a brow. "You're glaring at it like it personally offended you. So who's next on the hit list?"

"Ugh," you groan, rolling your eyes. "It's just some weirdo, no need to worry about it."

"Okay..."

Your catfisher doesn't respond, leaving you to enjoy your breakfast in peace. In broad daylight, entertaining some weirdo behind a fake profile seems even more stupid than it did last night. And yet, you can't find it in yourself to delete the app, or even unmatch with him.

Maybe it is because you want to see just how far he's willing to go to keep up this charade. Maybe it is because you want to believe that he is telling the truth, that it actually is the Han Jisung.

Most likely, though, it's probably because you're bored and like to fuck around with stupid men for the entertainment value.

The next message from him comes later that night.

jisung: alright jisung: what can i do to prove that i'm actually han jisung jisung: i've spent all day trying to figure it out but i can't

Your hangover has finally faded away, and Seungmin has just left you alone after badgering you all day to help him with his newest home renovation project.

you: awww is it too much for ur wittle brain to handle? you: if u can't even do this how do u expect to... what was it? you: "blow my back out"? jisung: babe, i don't need to be a genius to dick u down the way u deserve you: ... you: did u just indirectly imply that ur dumb? jisung: no jisung: ok maybe but i don't wanna talk abt it

You are getting ready for bed, cleansing your face and reading his messages in between your in depth skincare routine. Despite how absurd it all is, you can't deny that texting your catfisher is actually kind of funny. In fact, you can't remember the last time you had this much fun talking to someone from the godforsaken dating app.

Sure, from a logical perspective, everything about this interaction is a trainwreck. But it is also harmless and amusing, and more importantly, you don't owe whoever is on the other side of the screen anything.

jisung: back to the question at hand jisung: what can i do to prove to u i'm really han jisung jisung: just say the word and i'll do it you: and why exactly are u so interested in proving it to me? you: if u were really han jisung, wouldn't it be easier to move the fuck on to someone who actually believes u? jisung: yeah... jisung: but ur hot jisung: and i'm kinda into this push and pull thing jisung: ...and did i mention ur hot? you: ur so fucking weird jisung: thank you! :D you: NOT a compliment jisung: yes it is ;) jisung: sooo... help? you: nah you: u gotta work for it jisung: ur so evil... so hot but soooo evil....

When you go to bed, you dream of Han Jisung and catfishes and an evil red flame chasing you. And you are surprised to see a familiar message light up your home screen the next morning when you wake up.

You are even more surprised that your catfish continues to message you throughout the week. You figured that after a day or two, they would grow bored and give up. Instead, you find that whoever it is, they are very dedicated to proving themself as the Han Jisung.

Every day, your catfish has a new ploy of how to convince you of his real identity. And every day, you take delight in pointing out that the evidence he provides is circumstantial at best.

The thing that surprises you the most is that you continue to indulge him. Even if your catfish didn't grow bored of you, you figured eventually you would grow bored of him. Instead, you find yourself slowly becoming endeared to his strange habits and his quirky way of texting.

It gets to the point that even Seungmin notices.

"Are you seeing someone new?" He asks over dinner one day.

You scoff. "Um, no. What the hell?"

"My bad," he narrows his eyes at you. "You've just been smiling at your phone really weirdly lately."

It's because your catfish had just sent you the cutest cat video ever after you mentioned one time how you love cats. But you don't tell him that.

Instead, you say, "you think any time I smile, it's weird. Not very best friend material of you."

He clicks his tongue.

"Not my fault you look stupid when you smile."

Later that night, the message comes through right as you are about to fall asleep.

jisung: ok!!!!! i think i got it right this time!!! jisung: if i post a selfie in approximately five minutes of me in a white shirt will u believe i'm han jisung jisung: ok maybe ur asleep jisung: but i look really fucking good so i'm going to post it now jisung: but this is me going on the record, the selfie WILL be of han jisung (me) in a white t-shirt jisung: seeee!!!! i'm telling u BEFORE i post it!!! ahaahahaha jisung: aaaaand just posted :^)

To his credit, when you open Instagram, you do see a selfie uploaded only minutes before of Han Jisung in a white shirt. Just like he said. And yet...

you: nice try you: but again, doesn't really prove anything jisung: whaaaaat D: you: everyone knows jisung posts after every show you: u just got lucky with the timing today jisung: ughgghhhhhh jisung: okay fineeeee but what abt the shirt jisung: i told u the color of my shirt!!! you: i've already seen like twenty videos of him from the concert tn in that white shirt you: doesn't take a genius to figure it out jisung: noooooo jisung: i knew i should have changed shirts :(((( you: at least u got one thing right tn you: jisung rlly does look fucking hot in that pic

A smile threatens to break across your face as you scroll through your text chain. Then, you remember who exactly you are messaging (more importantly, that you have no idea who is on the other side of the screen) and your expression evens out.

You close your phone, putting it on silent, and then go to sleep before you can do something stupid, like continue the conversation further.

If you were able to look past the most glaring red flag of your catfish, aka the fact that they are a catfish, you would be able to admit that they actually have a few redeeming qualities. Funny, endearing, kind of a loser... In other words, exactly your type.

And worst of all, you find yourself almost wanting to believe that the person on the other side of the screen is the real Han Jisung.

In fact, you find yourself paying more attention to the rockstar than you normally would. You were a casual stan before, but something about your catfisher has you paying attention to every move he makes.

Like the one time you decided to tune into his Instagram live, you logged in to see Han Jisung wearing that same godforsaken white shirt, lounging in a chair and reading comments.

From a completely objective perspective, you could admit that Han Jisung is the ideal candidate to steal an identity from if one was catfishing. He's hot, he's popular, and there's just something a little endearing about the small curve of his lip when he smirks, or the way his eyes light up when he laughs.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like a squirrel," Jisung reads aloud.

A silly smile stretches across his lips.

"Actually," he begins. "I have been told I look like a squirrel, ahaha. Funny you bring it up."

The comments light up at the bashful way he answers the question.

"Although," he continues, chewing on his lip as his smile becomes more secretive. "Recently, I've also been told I look a little like a hamster. Especially when I'm eating. Isn't that so funny?"

His words shoot right to your heart, and your skin lights on fire. What did he just say?

The words are familiar, so familiar that you have to pause and think about it. And then, you remember your conversation with your catfisher...

A few days ago, you had been talking about Han Jisung and a photo he had posted of him eating ramen way too fast. You had made the passing remark that he looks a little like a hamster, or a gerbil, especially when he makes that expression.

Your catfish had taken personal offense, of course, but you brushed him off as you always do.

Except now... Why is the real Han Jisung bringing it up?

It takes a few moments of panicked contemplation for you to realize that you are probably not the only one who made the comparison. In fact, when you furiously click back to the photo on his Instagram feed, you find that more than a few people have also commented saying the same thing.

Your heart calms as reality comes back to you, and you can't help but laugh a little. At least now your catfisher will have good ammunition when he comes to you later, no doubt with another ploy on how to convince you he is the real Han Jisung.

Only, over the next few days, you notice that he does not bring up the hamster comment at all.

Disaster strikes again a few nights later. You have claimed the night as a self-care night because of the week you have had, and in your eyes, a self-care night means one thing: alcohol and trashy TV.

Tonight, your poison of choice is a spicy margarita. Well actually, a few of them.

Margaritas aren't your solo night drinks—Seungmin was supposed to come over and hang with you, but cancelled at the last minute like the bitch he is, leaving you with a few too many drinks that you might have made double, and the entire night to yourself.

The only issue is that tequila drunk you isn't regular drunk you. No, tequila has a way of bringing out your most base instincts, making you act out in the most inhumane way possible, leading you down a path of destruction. Tequila is inevitable.

In other words, tequila drunk you is horny drunk you.

Which is why you're surprised it takes you two whole hours before you pull out your phone and message your catfish boy.

you: u know you: u might not be the real han jisung you: but i gotta give it to u you: u really know how to curate a profile for the female gaze you: like damn you: u def picked the hottest pictures of him

The alcohol has already started to burn through your veins, casting a hazy sheen over your apartment, when your phone buzzes.

jisung: oh? jisung: do tell jisung: i soooo love compliments :) especially when they come from u ;) you: ur so fucking weird you: do u like get off on me describing what i find hot about another man jisung: maybe jisung: and ur the weird one??? jisung: u keep texting even tho u think i'm catfishing u (i'm NOT!!!) you: shut the fuck up jisung: yes mommy you: i'm going to kill u jisung: ok my bad!! anyways continue jisung: would love to hear abt what u think is hot abt me

You bite your lip, contemplating whether or not it is a good idea to continue the conversation. But you are also on the border between tipsy and drunk, and the insatiable need to be a fucking menace outweighs all logic.

you: perv you: u better not get off on this but like you: his hands are just... sooo sexy you: the callouses and the nail polish... mmm you: and his mouth. oh my god. you: u can just tell from the way that he sings he would be soooo good at eating u out. his mouth would feel like heaven fr jisung: mmhmm? you: that is just definitely a man who knows where the clit is you: GOD and his lips you: i bet making out w him is hot and messy and nasty oh my god jisung: wanna find out? you: shut up jisung: ok fineeee jisung: and what else

The unfiltered horny thoughts have been set free by the tequila, and you can't help the way your face flushes, the way your thighs clench together.

you: his face is so pretty you: i bet his dick is too jisung: fuck jisung: that's hot you: ? jisung: u describing all the things u find hot about me jisung: its hot you: ANYWAYS that's enough for tonight you: ur getting too delusional again

You take a long sip from your drink, hoping the coolness will calm the heat that is spreading through your body. It does, if only for a moment.

Then, you make the mistake of checking your phone one last time.

jisung: yeah baby, whatever helps u sleep at night jisung: just remember to think of my pretty dick when u fuck urself later tn jisung: and remember its your fault that all you have are ur fingers to help u

Your squirm where you are sat on the couch, a strange concoction of arousal and shame swirling in the pit of your stomach.

And when you do fuck yourself later that night, bringing yourself to two unsatisfying orgasms, you can't help but think that it really is no one's fault but your own.

The next day, you decide enough is enough.

Entertaining your catfisher has gone on for much longer than you thought it would. In fact, you haven't had a serious conversation with anyone other than him since re-downloading Tinder, and frankly, it is has spiraled out of control.

You spend a few too many painstaking hours revamping your profile, choosing only the best (read: most slutty) photos you can find of yourself, and when you are finally satisfied, you put your phone down to yourself and swear that you won't answer him the next time he messages you.

Then he messages you and that all goes out the door.

jisung: holy shit jisung: did u just update ur profile you: yes? jisung: u look so fucking hot jisung: who are u updating ur profile for? you: tf do u mean jisung: i mean that picture is screaming fuck me jisung: who are u trying to convince? jisung: u don't have to try so hard babe, my offer still stands jisung: let me dick u down so good u delete this app you: :) jisung: don't send that stupid smiley face when you've spent the past two weeks fucking around w me jisung: if u were here w me rn we'd be able to kill two birds with one stone you: ? jisung: me proving i'm actually han jisung and u letting me blow ur back out you: idk you: u sure u got what it takes? jisung: babe jisung: i'd fuck u so good u wouldn't even know ur name after you: bold words for a man who hasn't even shown me his face jisung: god ur such a brat jisung: do u ever shut up? you: i'm sure you'd love to know jisung: yeah. you'd shut up if my dick was in ur mouth jisung: bet u like that huh? jisung: bet u just loooove when someone puts u in ur place jisung: that's why u act out so much isn't it you: the fuck is that supposed to mean jisung: that u need someone to fuck the attitude out of u jisung: but don't worry jisung: just say the word and i'll do it, free of charge you: as if jisung: there goes that mouth again jisung: it's hot when u talk back jisung: would be hotter if u were on ur knees being fucked so stupid u couldn't say anything at all. you: too bad you'll never get a chance to find out jisung: fuck u you: yeah i know, ur trying really hard jisung: god jisung: look we're having a show downtown this friday jisung: u should come so i can prove that i really am han jisung jisung: and then u can be a good little girl and come backstage so i can blow ur back out you: very presumptuous of u to assume i'd want to come jisung: you'll be begging me to come by the time i'm done with you jisung: see u friday :) u won't regret it you: you won't be seeing me because i'm not going :) better luck next time :)

You, in fact, do end up going.

Not by choice, of course. You would like to point out that your unwillingness in attending the show is a very important distinction.

No, you end up getting dragged out of your apartment and to the bar where the concert is being held by none other than your best friend, Seungmin.

"Stop whining," he chides as you both get into the Uber.

"Seung," you pout. "I don't wanna go."

He rolls his eyes. "You're already dressed, and you like SKZ. What's the issue?"

You frown, fingering the material of your skirt.

"I just don't want to go," you grumble.

Maybe it is silly to be so insistent on not going just to prove a point to someone catfishing you on Tinder. Okay, scratch the maybe. But still, out of principle, you don't want to give him—whoever he is—the satisfaction.

"And why do you care so much about seeing them?" You ask. "Last I checked, you don't listen to SKZ."

Seungmin shrugs. "Hyunjin and I go back. Gotta support or whatever..."

You gape at him. Hyunjin, as in Hwang Hyunjin, as in the most popular member of SKZ?

"You're friends with Hyunjin and you never told me?"

You want to smack him over the head, especially when he shrugs his shoulders again.

"God, sometimes I can't stand you..."

The entire drive to the venue, the pout remains firmly in place. Seungmin doesn't seem bothered by your bratty attitude—but, then again, he never does.

When you arrive, he doesn't say anything as he drags you out of the car and then into the bar, all the way to the barricade. You aren't sure how he manages to do it, considering just how packed the venue already is, but you can't really say you're surprised.

After all, when Seungmin puts his mind to it, he can do anything.

The silver lining of it all is that he manages to swipe a drink from the bar before delving into the crowd. He shoves it into your hand, and when you take a sip from it, you find that the sharp burn of vodka soothes your irritation.

A feverish excitement floats through the air of the venue. The stage is already set up—the drum set towards the back, three mic stands staggered in the front, an amp off to the side.

You have never enjoyed concerts, but the atmosphere isn't the worst thing ever... In fact, there's something sensual about the dim lights and the anticipation.

"When is this going to start?" You whine to Seungmin.

He rolls his eyes. "Patience is a virtue, you know?"

"Not being a bitch to your best friend is also a virtue," you snark back.

The two of you bicker back and forth for the next few minutes, until Seungmin grows tired of it and simply stops replying to you.

Which, of course, doesn't do anything for your already irritated mood. No matter, though. You can find some other way to occupy yourself. Like...

jisung: how's the crowd? you: ? jisung: out in the audience jisung: u getting bored waiting for me? you: lol ur funny you: the only thing i'm waiting for is the takeout i ordered jisung: cmon babe ur breaking my heart jisung: can't u at least wish me good luck? you: break a leg! you: or maybe two :) jisung: would rather break ur bed ;) jisung: oh shit they're calling us on stage rn jisung: talk to u later ;)))

You scoff at his messages. It's still funny how dedicated he is to keeping the facade up, you can't help but think.

But before you have the chance to type a reply calling him out on it, the lights dim and the crowd goes wild. The air is practically thrumming with excitement, and you put your phone away.

A stream of white smoke billows onstage, and the strum of an opening chord sends shockwaves throughout the venue.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" A voice announces from backstage. "So glad you could all make it!"

The screams grow deafening, and another chord is strung, echoing through the amp.

And then, right as the cheers hit their peak, the first member walks on stage.

His blue hair is shocking and his smile is bright as he waves out into the audience before taking his seat behind the drums.

"I love you Felix!" Someone screams from behind you.

Next, a young boy with a mischievous smirk—Jeongin, you recognize—runs on, giving Felix a high five on his way to the right side of the stage. Another deafening scream rises when he wraps his hand around the mic.

The screams only grow louder when Hyunjin walks on stage, running a hand through his hair as he goes. When he reaches the section of the audience that you and Seungmin are standing in, he looks down before blowing a kiss, one hand snug on the strap of his bass guitar.

Seungmin doesn't miss a beat before sticking his middle finger up at him, and Hyunjin laughs as he takes his position.

And then, the moment that you have been waiting for: Han Jisung, the real Han Jisung in the flesh, strides out on stage.

Your breath catches in your throat—you have always thought he was attractive. It would be a crime against humanity to not think such a gorgeous man was hot. But today... His hair is wavy and chocolate brown, his arms are covered with a large blazer, pins decorating the front, and his pants are so sinfully tight that you feel a blush rise to your face.

And as he walks straight to his position, front and center on the stage, you swear, it is like his eyes stay trained on you the entire way.

But it would be absurd to think that he's looking at you specifically, right? There's no way the real Han Jisung would. All this talk with your catfish must really be fucking with your head.

The opening note of the first song pierces the air right as Jisung takes his place, his fingers deftly strumming his electric guitar, and when he opens his mouth and begins to sing, you can't help but scream along with the rest of the crowd.

The rest of the concert passes in a frenetic, adrenaline obscured haze. The energy of the band and of the audience play off of each other, rising and swelling like a tide that you feel swept away by.

Even Seungmin—for someone who claims to only be here for his friend—seems to be caught up in the atmosphere as well.

And the entire time, you can't shake the feeling that Han Jisung is looking at you. Not towards you, not near you, but at you.

You know it is silly, but his gaze bores into you as he sings, while his fingers pluck the strings of his impressive guitar solo—even between songs when he bends down, close enough for you to see the fake freckles dotted across his face, and reaches for his water bottle.

It is almost a relief, then, when the band finally performs the last song of the set and regretfully takes their leave from the stage.

The lights in the club flicker back on and a sigh leaves your lips as the crowd slowly begins to stream out. You can't wait to get home and sleep—you are sweaty in places that you most definitely should not be, and it's not just because of the heat of the audience.

Except, when you go to leave, Seungmin wraps his finger around your wrist.

"What now?" You whine, your pout returning when you see the too-innocent smile on his face.

"We're going backstage," he tells you. "Just for a few. Hyunjin will kill me if I leave without saying hi to him."

"Oh my god," you breathe. "Noooo. I don't wanna."

"Stop being a brat," he chides.

Despite your protest, you don't hesitate to follow as he leads the way further into the bar, past the stage and through to the back.

Seungmin strolls into the dressing room with practiced ease, which makes you wonder how many shows, exactly, he's visited Hyunjin at.

"Seung!" Hyunjin exclaims, skipping towards him and wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Hyunjin," Seungmin sighs. He doesn't move to unwrap the other man's arms from his neck, though, which surprises you.

"Thanks for coming," he smiles so wide you think his face might break.

"And who's this?" He perks up, his eyes landing on you.

"Hm? Oh, that's my best friend," Seungmin says.

"Hi," you wave awkwardly.

"Hi!" Hyunjin smiles again.

"I'm Hyunjin, and this is Jisung," he motions to where the boy sits in a chair off to the side. Your lips part, surprised. He was so still that you hadn't even noticed him.

Jisung's eyes flit over you briefly and his lifts a hand in greeting, but doesn't say much more.

"Felix and Jeongin are around here somewhere," Hyunjin says, his attention focused again on Seungmin.

"They better be," Seungmin frowns. "Jeongin still owes me from last time."

"Wanna go find them?" Hyunjin asks. "I think they stepped out so Jeongin could flirt with the bartender."

"Hmm, do I want to go and embarrass Jeongin in front of someone he's interested in?" Seungmin pretends to think about it.

Hyunjin giggles, and before you have the opportunity to say anything, the two of them practically run out of the room, leaving you alone.

Scratch that, leaving you alone with Han Jisung.

Your chest flushes with anxiety at the sound of the door shutting behind them, and you stand still, frozen and unsure of what to do.

"So..." Jisung begins, breaking the awkward silence that settles over the two of you. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Oh, yeah, you guys were really good," you nod.

"Thanks!" He says. "Glad you had fun."

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," you continue. "N-Not that I thought you guys would be bad! Concerts just aren't really my thing. I actually only came because Seungmin dragged me along, so... yeah."

A grin stretches across his face. "You're cute."

Your face flushes.

"Um..."

"No need to look so flustered," Jisung continues. "You've said much worse to me before."

"What?" Your stomach turns in confusion.

"Oh, c'mon, Y/N." Jisung pouts. "We've been talking for weeks. Do you really not recognize me?"

"H-How do you know my name?"

A strange sense of panic wells up inside of you. You haven't told him your name yet, which means...

Jisung raises a brow. "Do you believe me now?"

You gasp.

"No way."

"Surprise?"

"No fucking way," you gasp again. "You're joking."

"I told you I was really Han Jisung." He pushes himself up from his chair, taking a step towards you. "You're the one who assumed I was a catfish."

You gape at him.

"Oh my god," you breathe out.

"I look better in person, don't I?" Jisung jokes.

"You're... real."

He nods. "Yup. I've only been telling you that for like, ever."

Jisung takes another step towards you. A thin sheen of sweat glazes over his face and his hair is plastered to his forehead. He has long since taken off the blazer he was wearing before, leaving him only in a white dress shirt and those stupid sexy black pants.

"Oh my god," you repeat, your face flushing when you think about all the horny things you said to him... about him.

"And you just let me say all that shit to you?" You gasp. "This is so embarrassing, oh my god, I'm so sorry—"

"I dunno," Jisung interrupts you. "It was kind of hot, hearing all the things you like about me."

You scoff even as your heart beats faster. "Praise kink much?"

"Yes," he nods, looking you straight in the eye.

There is something very attractive about the way he doesn't even try to deny it that sends heat flooding through your system.

"O-oh."

"So..." He takes another step towards you, and you take a step backwards. "You gonna make good on your promise?"

"What promise?"

You take another step backwards, only to find your back pressed against the door behind you.

"Hmmm, what was it again..."

A promising smirk dances across his lips as he pulls out his phone.

"'Prove you're Han Jisung and I'll let you dick me down any time, any place,'" he reads aloud.

"Oh my god."

"Is that all you know how to say?"

"Sorry, this is kind of a lot to process," you bite back.

"Is it?"

"If you were really Han Jisung this entire time," you pause. "Why didn't you try harder to prove it?"

He pouts. "I was trying hard."

You stare at him.

"You could have done so much more, like, I dunno, send me a picture of yourself?"

He pauses, as if the thought never occurred to him.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

Jisung is so close that you can see the individual strands of hair swept across his face, you can see every ridge of his brow as it furrows. You can even see the moment that his expression shifts from vaguely contemplative to utterly smug.

"Well..." He begins. "Just for the record, you definitely look better in person."

"Thanks?"

"You're welcome," he flashes a dopey smile that is a stark juxtaposition to the predatory look in his eyes as he stares down at you, as if he wants to devour you whole.

You can't deny the way it sends a thrill down your spine. It is no secret between the two of you that you find him insanely attractive, and after seeing him perform—the confidence he has on stage, the utter skill it requires to put on a show that good—your attraction to him has only increased.

It is in the visceral way your body reacts to him, too. He hasn't even touched you, but you know that a hazy blush is painted across your cheeks, that your heart is beating a mile a minute, that your panties are undeniable damp by simply being in his presence.

Maybe that is why when his eyes flicker down to your lips and his breath fans against your face, you find yourself saying, "so? Are you gonna make good on your promise, or are you all talk?"

The way his gaze darkens at your words is equal parts terrifying and exhilarating, even as he takes one more impossible step forward, crowding you even further against the wall.

"Oh, this is going to be so much fun," he says, his hand reaching to grab your jaw and turn it towards him.

The front of his body molds against yours and your breath catches in your throat right as he presses his lips hard against yours.

The way Han Jisung kisses is the same way he performs—with everything he has in him. It is as messy and nasty as you had hoped, you think as he practically devours you.

There is a sense of urgency in the way his lips move against yours, parting slightly as he uses his tongue to coax a moan out of you. He licks into you, panting as he practically fucks your mouth with his.

The kiss is desperate and sloppy and so hot that you can't help the way your thighs clench. All you can think about is if he eats pussy the same way he makes out, which in turn only makes you even hornier.

His hands skim down your body, resting at your hips as he pushes one leg in between yours.

"Good, right?" He asks when he pulls away from your lips, moving to suckle at the sweet spot in the juncture of your jaw and your neck.

"Hmm, yeah," you say breathily, your eyes sliding shut as pleasure courses through you.

Jisung bites down, eliciting a yelp that fades into a moan when he uses his tongue to lave over the sensitive skin.

"God," he pants, rutting his hips against you. "You've been so mean to me these past few weeks, hmm?"

"N-No I haven't," you deny.

"Really? Then what do you call the way you've been texting me? You were stringing me along and having a lot of fun with it too, hmm?"

"Nope," you shake your head and he moves his leg against you. The pressure is delicious and it has you biting back a whimper. "Not my fault you couldn't figure out a way to prove to me you were real."

At your words, Jisung pulls away from you completely, faux disappointment stretched across his face.

"There you go, being mean again."

His pout is deceiving and you struggle to catch your breath, practically squirming under his gaze.

"But it's okay," he sighs. "I guess I'll just have to show you how mean you've been."

Jisung takes a step back, leaving you reeling from the lack of sensation. Your hand grips the door frame behind you and your face scrunches up into something that resembles a pout.

You watch, confused, as he walks over to the vanity and motions to the chair in front of it.

"Come take a seat."

You take a steeling breath, not sure of what exactly he is going to do next. He cocks an eyebrow at you when you don't move, which spurs you into action.

Awkwardly, you clamber into the chair, crossing your legs timidly as he stares you down.

Your breath then catches in your throat when he kneels before you, gently prying your legs apart.

"What was it you said about my mouth?" He muses, looking up at your through his thick eyelashes. "That it must feel like heaven, right?"

Your lips part, only a puff of hot air escaping them as you try to remember what he is referring to.

"I'm going to eat you out now," he tells you. "Is that okay?"

"U-um" you stutter. "What if—what if s-someone walks in?"

"I locked the door," he tells you. "So... Yes?"

Your eyes drift over to the door, where you see the lock is turned. You inhale slowly. Then, you nod.

"Yeah..."

His hands move from your knees up your thighs and to the hem of your skirt.

"This skirt is so sexy on you," he says. "It's what you're wearing in that picture you added to your profile, right?"

You nod quickly, your eyes focused on the way he pushes it up to reveal the black panties you're wearing underneath.

"God, you're so wet," he notes as he stares at you, and you can't help but feel nervous under his calculating gaze.

He lifts a thumb to your covered core, running it lightly against the fabric of your underwear, and your breath hitches. The sensation is light, barely a ghost of a touch, and yet it feels both too much and not enough.

Jisung looks up at you, a small smirk stretched across his lips, and he repeats the motion with a little bit more pressure. You inhale sharper, and he continues the pattern, pressing down a little bit harder each time until you are whimpering under his touch.

"You were playing so hard to get, but look at you now," he sighs. "I've barely even touched you and you're already whining for me."

You suck your bottom lip between your teeth, trying desperately to control the sounds coming out of you.

Then, Jisung moves his thumb off of you completely, using both his hands to push your thighs apart further. You watch as he leans down, nosing your panties, and then laps at your clothed core.

"Mmm," he sighs. His fingers hook through the waistband of your underwear and you lift your hips up to help him pull them off completely.

Jisung has barely thrown them to the side before he is on you again, using one hand to pin your hips down while the other spreads your legs open.

The first touch of his lips on you has you choking on a moan. He presses a light kiss against your folds, smiling slightly when you squirm underneath him.

"Please," you pant when he continues the chaste kisses. "More—"

He moans against you as your wrap your fingers in his hair, urging him forward, and it seems that is enough to encourage him.

His tongue licks a long, wet stripe before pushing into you, moving against you in a way that has you letting out a string of breathy moans. You were right—he eats you out the same way he kissed you: wet and messy, with his entire tongue.

It almost seems like he is eating you out for his own pleasure rather than yours; his mouth remains everywhere but your clit, sending shockwaves through your system while also leaving you desperate for more. The few stray bumps of your clit with his nose have you jolting under him, but you are pressed firmly in place by his hand against your hips.

"O-Oh," you moan, your eyelids sliding shut.

His tongue pulls away, giving him enough room to hook one finger up inside of you. The sensation has you whimpering under him, immediately clenching down.

"You're so tight," he groans pushing the finger in and out of you slowly.

"Feels good," you whimper, looking down at him through lidded eyes. He looks so hot like this, his mouth wet and his lips swollen, his eyes blown out.

A moan gets caught in the back of his throat and then his mouth is on you again, moving fast and sloppy against you. The sound of it fills the dressing room and your grip on his hair tightens.

You pull when his nose presses hard against your clit, which only causes him to moan again and move even faster against you.

And then, his mouth moves from your hole up to your clit. You almost sob when his lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly. Two of his fingers push into you again, rubbing upwards at your g-spot.

In turn, your fingers tighten even more in his hair, and you aren't sure whether to pull him away or push him down further on you.

A moan builds up in your chest and your eyes screw shut.

"Oh my god, oh, I'm going to—I'm almost—"

The sensation of your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, sending flashes of heat through your core. Only, right when you are about to topple over the precipice, Jisung pulls away completely.

"What—please—" You whine at the loss, clenching down on nothing as he simple watches. "I was so close."

Tears brim your eyes as your chest heaves, and a smirk plays across Jisung's wet lips.

"But why should I let you come?"

"You're being mean," you practically whine, feeling empty and strung out.

"Just giving you a taste of your own medicine," Jisung teases.

"Please," you whisper again, lookin up at him with desperation on your face.

"Hmmm... I think I'd rather you come around my cock instead," he says. "I am supposed to blow your back out, remember?"

You struggle to get your breathing under control as you watch him push himself off of his knees.

"Up," he motions. "I want you to watch while I fuck you stupid."

You scramble from your position in the chair, your legs almost giving out as you push yourself onto your feet.

"Bend over," Jisung says. His eyes are on the vanity, and you are so desperate to come that you don't hesitate in pressing your chest down on the counter, rolling your skirt up as high as it goes before jutting your ass out in his direction.

You watch through the mirror as he unbuckles his pants pushing them down only far enough for him to pull his dick out. From this angle, you can't see much, obscured by your body, but you notice the way he wraps his hand around the base as he pulls out a condom.

You almost whimper when he rips the foil open with his teeth, and you clench around nothing at the sharp inhale he takes when he rolls the condom onto his length.

"You ready?" Jisung asks then, one hand wrapping around your hip.

You nod quickly, desperately. His face is flushed and his dick is hard when he presses it against your back. The feeling of him, hot and heavy, only makes you wriggle your hips towards him.

He clicks his tongue at you, a firm hand pressing against your ass.

"Please," you breathe. "Want to feel you."

"So impatient," he rolls his eyes, but you don't miss the hunger in his gaze as he stares down at you.

Then, before you can complain more, the head of his cock is at your entrance. He pushes it slowly into you, groaning at the feeling as you suck him in.

You both exhale when he is all the way in, his tip kissing your cervix.

"You're so big," you whimper, and he lets out a small groan at your words.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Jisung pants as he pulls out slowly, moving his hips in small and shallow strokes. "So hot and wet and tight."

"Faster," you whine, moving your hips back in an attempt to feel his dick deeper. "Please, I need more."

You crane your neck to look at him, and the hand on your hips moves to push your head forward, pressing your cheek down against the vanity.

"Watch yourself," Jisung pants, rutting his hips faster. "Watch as I fuck you stupid."

Your eyes glance up and you see your expression: eyes glazed over, face flushed, mouth parted. You look the picture of debauchery, thoroughly and completely fucked out. And behind you, Jisung looks just as far gone.

His face is screwed up in pleasure and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth

"Oh my god," you pant, your orgasm building again inside of you. "You feel so good inside of me, Jisung, oh my god. Your dick is so perfect, filling me up, holy shit."

You words pull a whimper from his mouth and his hips stutter. You swear you can feel his dick twitch inside of you, and then he pulls out completely, his hand wrapping tightly around the base of his dick.

"What the fuck," he whines, panting heavily.

"Why—" you begin again, pushing yourself up.

Then, your eyes land on his face, where his brows are furrowed, his face is drawn taut, his eyes are squeezed shut as he tries to even out his breathing, and it dawns on you.

"Oh," you breathe, a small smirk stretching across your face.

You push yourself up from the vanity and turn around to face him.

"What's wrong, Jisung?" You ask, feigning worry.

"N-Nothing," he breathes. "Just give me a second."

"Why?" You lean in close, placing your hand on his shoulder and pushing yourself up near his ear.

"Scared you're going to come too fast?"

"N-No!" He insists, his wide eyes opening to look at you.

"Did you like me telling you how good you feel inside of me?" You ask, stepping closer to him.

He shakes his head but his eyes dart downward, unable to meet your gaze.

"I think you did," you whisper. "I think you loved hearing how amazing your pretty dick felt inside of me. I think you loved hearing how perfectly you fill me up, how amazing you were making me feel. Hmm?"

A choked whimper falls from his lips, and when you push lightly on his chest, he all but collapses into the chair behind him.

"So, Jisungie," you drawl, perching yourself onto the vanity he had just been fucking you into. "Are you going to be a good boy and fuck me the way you promised?"

He looks up at you, panting, and nods quickly.

You spread your legs. "Then come and fuck me."

Jisung practically leaps from the chair in his rush to get to you, and then his lips are on yours, pressing insistently against them as he moans into your mouth.

Below, he rubs his cock against your folds, and you clench around nothing.

"Hurry up," you chide, and he whimpers before pushing into you. The stretch has you moaning around him, and the sound only spurs him on.

The way he was fucking you before pales in comparison to the way his hips move now, rolling desperately into you. Somehow, he feels even harder inside of you, and you wrap your legs around him, hooking your ankles together so that he can hit even deeper inside of you.

"Oh, just like that," you moan. "You're doing so good for me, god, you feel perfect inside, hitting so deep, fucking me so good."

The words are partly because you can't hold it in, but mostly because you are hoping it will drive him wild.

His mouth falls open as a string of moans, each one louder than the previous, escape his lips. He sounds sexy and the noises go straight to your core.

Jisung whines when you clench down on him, and his furious pace only increases, to the point where his thrusts are so shallow each one brushes deliciously against your g-spot.

"You're so-oh, s-so loud," you pant. "So desperate, hmm?"

He nods.

"You feel so good," he whines. "A-Am I making you feel good?"

"Yes," you moan. "But you're being too loud. What if someone catches us?"

His lips clamp shut, and to his credit, he does try to hold in his noises. But when you clench down on him again, this time intentionally, he can't help the whimper that slips past.

"Too loud, Jisung," you chide. Your hand lifts to cup his jaw, and he leans into your touch.

"Open," you instruct, and a satisfied smile stretches across your lips.

You push two of your fingers into his mouth and his lips wrap around them immediately, his eyes darkening.

"That's better."

The effect is instantaneous: his hips stutter as he continues to thrust into you, and he sucks gently on your fingers, moaning around them. His tongue is soft as it swirls around the digits in his mouth, and his face flushes further.

"So good," you coo. "Are you going to come for me?"

He nods.

"Good boy," you say. "Come for me, Jisungie, hmm?"

His moans devolve into sharp whines, and then with one final thrust, he comes. You roll your hips downwards, meeting his jerky thrusts as he fucks you through his orgasm, before he finally stills inside of you and releases your fingers with a pop.

"Did I say you could stop?" You ask as his face falls into your neck.

"W-What?" Jisung pants his breath still uneven as he comes down from his high.

You raise a brow. "You didn't make me come. So why are you stopping?"

"B-But—"

"Unless you don't want to be good for me," you sigh, making a move to pull away from him.

"No!" Jisung insists. "Wait, I-I can do it. Please?"

His dick hasn't softened yet, but you know it must be oversensitive from the way he winces. Still, he pushes further inside of you without another word.

Jisung moves much slower now, cringing as both pain and pleasure run through him. However, at this new pace, he is able to reach deeper inside of you, and it feels just as good—if not better.

"Yeah," you moan, "just like that."

You have been amped up ever since he denied your orgasm earlier, and it doesn't take much to bring you close to the edge.

"I-I'm almost there," you pant, clinging onto Jisung's shoulders as he whines into your neck. "J-Just a little bit more, please, so close—"

His fingers reach down in between your bodies and rub against your clit, hands jerky and uncoordinated and yet somehow just enough to bring you right to your orgasm.

With a choked moan, he pushes you over the edge, coaxing you through your orgasm with his thumb on your clit and his lips pressed against your neck.

It is only once you have finally come down that Jisung shakily pulls out, peeling the condom off and discarding it in the trash. You watch, breathless, as he tucks his softening dick away and pulls his pants up, before picking your discarded panties up.

You think he is going to hand them to you, but instead, he bends down and slides your feet through the holes, helping you put them back on. It is rather endearing, the way he helps you stand up and smoothes your skirt down, before grabbing a water bottle and handing it to you.

"So..." He begins bashfully. "Was that, uh, okay?"

"Okay?" You ask, handing the water bottle back to him after you take a sip. "Uh, I can't remember the last time I was fucked that good."

"Really?" The shy look on his face has you biting back a smile.

"God," you sigh, flopping down onto the chair in front of you. "If you weren't such a loser, we could have been doing this ages ago."

"Um, no," he denies. "If you weren't so stubborn."

"Really? You're going to argue with me when you're the one who couldn't figure out a way to prove you weren't a catfish?"

"I mean, when you put it that way..."

"Also," you pause. "Has anyone told you that you text like an absolutely douche?"

"Well..." You raise a brow and he giggles, running a sheepish hand through his hair.

"Right," you click your tongue. "It was me."

"So, um, anyways..." Jisung begins, fidgeting with his fingers. "Now that I've blown your back out, or whatever and you believe that I'm actually Han Jisung... D'you think I'd be able to, I dunno, take you on a date or something?"

"Hmm..." You pause, pretending to think. "Only if we can do that again."

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Ex On The Beach | Part 2 (Jungkook)

Rating/genre: M18+, exes to lovers; smut 💖, fluff, angst Pairings: Jungkook x Reader(f) Warnings: Explicit smut, unprotected vaginal penetration, dom!Jungkook, sub!reader or at least she tries, fingering, pool sex, multiple orgasms, slight degradation (use of term ‘fucktoy’ in reference to reader), a bit of begging, hair pulling, a bit of power dynamic struggle, semi-public sex (but it’s very secluded), a bit of bickering, pet names ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘jagi’ and ‘good girl’, mentions of blood and a very minor injury (a cut on reader’s knee), Jungkook carries reader Word Count: 7.9k Summary: Ok, fine, your ex looks really good. Like cripplingly good. But this vacation is not about him. You just want to relax. Alone. 

PART ONE

A/N: Part two of three. You gotta read part one first! 

It became clear quickly that you had no need for other people at all. You couldn’t have been happier staying at the villa by yourself, in total paradise with your own thoughts, a book and the perfect balmy breeze. 

Unfortunately, you did have need for food. And there weren’t a ton of options when it came to the complimentary food in the kitchen. Stomach rumbling, you wandered down the path all the way to the lap pool. It was the first time since you’d arrived that you’d seen other guests, a few sprinkled around the pool area or having some lunch at the bar right next to it. 

And, to your slight chagrin, there was Jungkook, sculpted arms and tattoos on show in his cut-off t-shirt, speaking animatedly to one of the resort workers: a local with a bright pretty smile. 

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