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ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP AU
disclaimer: the fics aren’t mine, this list is for recommendations only.
updated: july 23, 2022
f - fluff s - smut a - angst h - humor
ONE SHOTS
first time dad!jk - f by @jjkgyu
this is a headcanon, this is so cute and so adorable.
wear my name - s by @kookiecrumb
oh my gosh, this is so hot I am not kidding. wearing his initial on a chain… but not on your neck ;)
espresso shots and boob talks - f,s (college au) by @breakiebunny
this is one of my fave jk characters, he is so gentle and the way he confronted the oc is chef’s kiss! this is so cute and the smut part- our boy is proving something hahaha
dropping hints - s (idol jk au) by @bonny-kookoo
jk with a piercing somewhere down there, overall hot hot hot! and he is so freaking cheeky and cocky
need to know - s by @hobipost
sweet sweet jungkook making them take whatever he gives…. oh gosh…. one word, horny
addicted - f, s by @sparklingchim
jk with rings on and doing things to u, gosh pls spare my life (insert the dangling chain meme) this is so domestic and hot and i love it
brain dead - s by @bts-bay-bee
whiny jk. begging jk. crying jk bc it hurts so good. this is the filthiest thing I have ever read!!!! must!!!
backstage quickies - f, s by @btsqualityy
lmao the first dialogue speaks for itself, backstage quickie w husband!jk. he just down bad for oc every single freaking time. yoongi overhearing….
love talk - f, s by @sourkoo
this is def one of my faves! first oral from jk… oc is shy and our boy is just so sweet and loving and it really made the smut part the hottest shit ever!!! DOMESTIC SHT AHEAD!!! <333
nasty - s by @tanniefm
indeed nasty, good lord. im not so big in daddy kink but this jk…. with all the filthy things he whispered to oc/reader… i’m down bad, sir. at every single party ever.
vanilla mornings - f,s by @btsbling
this literally made me giggle and sht, bc its so cute… its also very domestic and fluffy and the smut is hot and very sweet too… a morning w slow lazy making love…
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yandere / mafia / bad boy
bloody love - ( @hongjoongscafe ) smutty, king jk, evil jk, obsessed jk, posessive jk, blood thirsty jk like fr, he honestly loves bathing in the blood of those who did him wrong in his eyes, reader is lgb. this is an on going series but I´LL BE DAMNED IF IT ISN´T THE BEST THING I´VE READ in a minute!!, the writing its so captivating, not a single dull or boring moment, i can´t wait for the next part tbh
romantic dreams - ( @kooktrash ) yandere!jungkook, tattoo artist jk, boxer!jk, UGHH ITS GOODDD, he´s so toxic frfr, namjoon is sick of his ass lmao, totally obsessed with reader, jealous and possesive af, he´s crazy sdlfjs but i´m into it
toxic noona - ( @aajjks ) yandere!noona, toxic controling relationship, jk is a victim, he´d rather die than leave, reader likes to make him cry, manipulation
crafting new memories - ( @peachypinkygloss ) yandere!jk FR, stockholm syndrome, jk kiddnaped reader and fucks her while making her watch herself on the news,,,her own missing sign
yours insanely - ( @smileyoongle ) yandere!jk, serial killer jk, detective!reader, he kills women who look like you, so interesting to read
darknet - ( @darkestcorners ) yandere!jk, the internet is scary, human trafficking, jk is scary dangerous, it´s a LOT, just wow
who is in control? - ( @ctrlsht ) yandere-ish, lawyer!jk, posessive jk, obsessive jk, toxic relationship, stalking, manipulation, secret relationship, he´s cray-cray
hybrid au / soulmate au / super hero au / alien au
bunnytalk - ( @woncon ) bunny hybrid jk, owner reader, jk is a sad bunny bc reader won´t return his feelings but it´s all just a misunderstanding
night vision - ( @bonny-kookoo ) e.r, alien!jk, suggestive, lowkey smut, bunny hybrid reader, jk has tentacles ,,,,,nothing else to say, flirty fluffy jk, this is dIFFERENTTTT i love it
closer - ( @blublublujk ) smut, step siblings au, noona reader, yandere!jk, jk is obsessed with him older step sister, WHEWWW this is intense, very detailed, loved it
slice of life / university au / idol jk
you make him go crazy - ( @onlyswan ) fluff, idol!jk, slight angst, multiple scenarios, reader is constantly making him go nuts, he is STRESSED lmao, it´s cute anyways, reader is kind of a careless brat but jk wouldn´t have it any other way
you wear his clothes - ( @nochukoo97 ) fluff, thing is...HE gives you his clothes, he´s so boyfriendd
call me soon - ( @peachypinkygloss ) summer break up, strangers to fwb to lovers, obsessed jk
screw up; over wine - ( @koocycle ) finance major jk x model!reader, first date drabble, he is really into reader so he takes her to a fancy pricey wine and dine but guess wHAT.. he is broke lmao so he straight up PANICS, lowkey highkey secondhand embarrasment but it´s jk so it ends in a cute way
kiss me better - ( @jaykaysthicthighs ) angst, jerk jk, mean jk, misunderstanding, manhandling, he is crying bc he assumed she was cheating but he was sooo wrong, now he is begging, crying, throwing up,,, they make up anyways, its angsty in a satisfying way
you´re sleepy but you promised you´d go grocery shopping with him - ( @thvhoe ) e.r, its cuteeeee
couple questions with vogue - ( @kjdkive ) fluff, e.r, idol!jk, supermodel!reader, I LOVE THISSSS, he is the best boyfriend/fiancé soon to be hubby EVER UGHHHH its so cute
devoted to trouble - ( @jeonsweetpea ) fluff, lil angst, smut, comedy, spiderman!jk au inspired by seven??? a masterpiecE. the world finds out he is spiderman but he dgaf bc he only cares about you, #pininggg, reader playing hard to get, man i love tHIS
show you what devotion is - ( @thvhoe ) boxer!jk, ballerina!reader, fluff, angst. you´re like his safe place, it´s giving exes to wannabe lovers, they deff like each other and jk wants to eat her uP but he´s wants it to be romantic and stuff, idk idk I liked itttt
you surprise him for his birthday - ( @nochukoo97 ) he´s so boyfriendddddd, this is so wholesome and cute
he can´t sleep bc he loves you so much - ( @onlyswan ) now THIS makes me want to drink bleach and die bc of how cute it is, THEY ARE SO IN LOVEEEE, there´s a lot of giggling, a lot of praising, a lot of disgustingly sweet loving talk after sex :´)))))) its such a good read i promise
fighting heart - ( @kooktrash ) boxer!jk, fluff, angst, he´s so stressed sldfkj, reader gets in a small accident and jk went crazy when a nurse answered your phone
make a wish - ( @euaphoric ) fluff, little smut, best friends to lovers, reader is so sweet, birthday surprise, jk shoots his shot, he only wants to spend his birthday with you
daft pretty boy - ( @jeonqkooks ) basketball cap!jk, classmates to lovers ig, see he´s smart but when he´s with you he gets nervous and forgets how to exist, he lowkey confesses and he´s sraightforward with itt, he´s got a hUGE crush on you lmao
ride - ( @ohjeon ) strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, jk is a fucc boy on campus, reader has tattoos and rides the coolest bike, jk has an instant crush, love at firts sight i would say, got him blushing and sweating lmao, this is an on going series but I KNOW it´ll be gREAT, I love it already
in your arms - ( @kookslastbutton ) e.r, fluff, smut, morning secs, waking up by his side for the first time after moving in
encore - ( @jjungxkook ) game designer!jk, he is cool af, has a fat crush on reader, this is just the teaser of the fic but I really like it
crave you - ( @7deadlysinsfics ) idol!jk, crack, smut, fluff, hispanic choreographer reader, texting, taejikook, jk is HORNY but he´s a softie too, he´s got a big big fat crush, strenght kink bc we all know he can throw her around like a ragdoll
pretty girl - ( @bts-trash-blog ) smut, tattoo artist!jk, chubby reader, THIS IS ITTTTT, he´s tall, dark and handsome, flirty af too, "pretty girl" stFUUUU, they both want to fuck so he shoots his shot at the tattoo appointment
easy - ( @itsamejin ) angsty, fuckboy jk, bet!trope, jk plays you so he can get his rent paid, i read this one a lawwngg time ago and decided i was an angst loving hoe
Inevitable - ( @ahundredtimesover ) angst, fluff, smut, lovers to exes to lovers, baseball player!jk, dad!jk, parents au, you break up with jk years ago after you got pregnant bc you wanted him to follow his dreams and now he´s back home just to find out there´s a boy who looks just like him.. this is a masterpiece, honestly one of THEE best jk series out there, it has it all fr, the angst is angsty and the fluff is FLUFFY, i love it sm i´ve read it 3 times and never get tired of it
finish line - ( @bonny-kookoo ) fluff, nerdy!jk, racer!jki loooooveee itttttt, so cute, so fluffy, this blurb uGHHHHH, just read the whole thing pls
ungodly hour - ( @explicit-tae ) crack, smut, fluff, college au, broke college student!reader, lowkey slutty!reader, jk is thirsstttyyyyy, simping atp, "who´s dick do i have to suck for a hulu account?" this series is honestly so funny ksjakskjs
disney + and bust - ( @1kook ) angst, fluff, smut. yall already know i love to see man crying and begging for forgiveness :p, so kook is ur succesfull "app developer" bf and he says some very hurtfull things to you out of anger
rattled - ( @gukslut ) complete series, single dad au, angst, smut. honestly? one of the best fics out there. I read this a long time ago and i´m still in awe. The way this is written makes you feel every word. also, the plot is so so unique. i love it.
ceo au / sugardaddy au / rich bf au / coworker au
Over The Odds | The Confession - ( @jungk0oksthighs ) ceo jk, sugardaddy jk, jealous bf jk, sugar baby reader, he gets mad and yells bc he is lowkey insecure of her ex but reader is equaly in love. this is a series
wrong time - ( @spideyjimin ) smut, angst, dilf!jk, ceo!jk, exes to lovers, workaholic as a scape mechanism, the one that got away type of stuff but she broke things up first for valid reasons, big big heartache but she´s still the love of his life
don´t blame me - ( @ctrlsht ) sugar daddy!jk, ceo!jk, soft yan!jk, obsessive!jk, student!reader, unhealthy behavior on his part, manipulative behavior on her part, jealousy on both parts, he goes a lil too far but reader is bitchy and annoying, he lit gives her everythinggg she asks for, the man is..creazy about her in a very unhealthy way and she takes advantage of that, toxicc
failed quickie - ( @vminizzle ) cowerker jk, suggestive, they´re about to fucc on an elevator but it didn´t work, he likes his hair pulled!!1!
someone older - ( @bonny-kookoo ) smut, ceo jk, divorced jk, 30 something yo jk, taehyung has a kid, younger oc, its a nice read, would do it again
break up au / cheating au / fuckboy au
night after night - ( @brown-bi-beautiful ) smut, angst, crack, fluff, semi-retired fuckboy jk, red flag jk, stalker jk, break up au, lovers to exes to lovers, he fucked around and found out so he is FREAKING ouT, also he is beggING okk.. we love that, he also has a Harley bc he is bad boy™, they make up anyways bc he is pussy whipped.. or in love, whatevs you wanna call it
seven plus one - ( @jvngkoos ) smut, angst, they break up for like a week and that shit got him SIMPING fr, standing under the rain begging and stuff, the man is obsessed, we love it
pwp / fwb
you good?? - ( @mono-moonchilds ) drabble, smut, "what if you gave jungkook head?" is righT bc i´ve been thinking about it for a min!!! he is mean ok yall know he is a brat buT, the head is too good to do all that, the man was shaKINg for godssakeee, so good he had to answer with a thumbs up bc reader drained him fr, left him so brain dead he couldn´t even speak
afterglow - ( @elitekook ) smut, fwb!jk, slight possessive!jungkook, dirty talking, degrading nicknames, but he cares ok, he´s trying to get out of the friend zone
come sit on my lap - ( @euphoricfilter ) pwp, lots of praisingg, they way this is written is good yall, "use me" , “so polite” shUT UPPPP im literally blushing, AND he is also cute at the end?? i hate it heREEE :´)
he has a lot of cum - ( @euphoricfilter ) boyfriend!jk, the title I- , he DOES have a lot of cum, lots of stamina, lots of everYTHING, and on toP of those small details, wdym he wants to see how many times he can cum in you before it´s too full and it starts to spill????? somebody stop this man
riding jungkook´s nose - ( @euphoricfilter ) we´ve ALLL thought about this, and if you haven´t you´re lying, periodt. pRAISINGGG, he´s in a pussy-drunk frenezy, he likes feeling used, he likes getting his hair pulled, he likes getting his face wET, it´s sickenINGGGG goreaditplease
fucking in the gym - ( @euphoricfilter ) this was inspired by that one pic of him and jimin with their back out, I SEE THE VISION, fucking with ceiling mirrors
wicked - ( @noteguk ) smut, incubus!jk, big big corruption kink, lots of dirty ploting and dirty talk, yupppp this is a good one, so detailed, love me a fic that lit makes me see what i´m reading
༺♥༻ N E O N || JJK ༺♥༻

Pairing: Jungkook X reader
Summary: Jungkook and you find the most pleasurable way to end the evening dinner.
Warnings: 18+, absolutely nsfw, kinks, tied up reader, dom!jk, sub!reader.
Genre: smut, established relationship, pwp.
Word count: 1.4K my shortest drabble yet not proud tbh lol.
\\unedited//

Sitting in the passenger seat while Jungkook drives back to your shared apartment, your lips twitch as an idea pops up in your head. The red lights helping you out as Jungkook stops behind another car, the slight city lights illuminating his beautiful face, elbow leaning on the window sill as his finger rested on his upper lip, staring ahead.
Maybe it was cruel, working him up like this but you couldn’t help it. Your hand found it’s place on his thick thigh, rubbing small circles as his eyebrow quirked up, all too familiar with your games. You continued your innocent play, rubbing gently until your fingers found themselves cupping his slightly hard form. He chuckled.
“Y/N..” that’s your first warning.
“What baby?”
“I know what you’re doing,” his eyes darkened, watching as your hand slipped through the waistband of his black sweats, no underwear? Brave.
“What do you mean?” You asked, voice dripping as smooth as honey.
He groaned when you gently ran your thumb across his slit, rubbing the precum around to accommodate your hand. He felt far too good in your hand, and it should be unfair that by just touching him your pussy is clenching around absolutely nothing, wishing his dick was so far up your guts right now.
Running your hand up and down, you fastened your pace, watching as his features constricted into pleasure, stomach tightening for release and just when he was about to cum, the lights turned green and you slipped your hand back to your laps. A small playing on your lips.
What he didn’t except was for you to spread your legs just a small bit, adjusting in the seat before your hand slid up your thigh, pulling the small material of your under wear to the side and rubbing circles on your clit with your three fingers.
He groaned, hands tightening around the steering wheel as he listened to your moans, your wetness echoing in the car and he swears he could practically taste you. He felt so unbelievably worked up right now, and as he turned into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he wasted no time in getting out of the car, helping you into the elevator in a rush.
Once the doors closed and the elevator dinged with each floor, he took your hand, the one that was playing with your pussy, and enveloped your fingers in his lips. Tasting your remains before harshly kissing you, grabbing onto your hips. The doors of the elevator opened and he wasted no time in scurrying you towards your home.
It wasn’t long before he had you tied up in front of your bedroom door frame. Your hands held tightly by the cuffs that were now tied to the nails of the frame. Your body on full display for him as he walked in front of in nothing but his sweatpants, tantalising you as he smirked.
“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was low, dangerous even.
You nodded, biting your lip as he pressed his body onto your naked one, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard”
A small moan passed your lips as you searched for his lips in the dark room, the only source of light being the neon “baby” sign that illuminated your wall. Now it shone off your body perfectly, the pink light highlighted every beautiful inch of your skin. So gracefully.
He kissed your chin softly, following his lips in a trail from your neck, to your chest, to your breasts, latching them on to each nipple, biting licking and sucking on them as you mewled above him. Ass pushing into the door as you itched to grab onto his hair as his face followed lower and lower, until he was on his knees, wrapping your legs around his neck as kissed your pelvic bone, trailing down slowly to where you needed him the most. He knew what he was doing, and so did you.
“You look so beautiful y/n” he smirked below you “look”
He demanded and you followed, watching yourself in the full length mirror that was in front of you, leaning against the wall. Fuck you did look hot. He chuckled softly, before unexpectedly dipping his tongue past your folds, licking from your entrance to the very top, savouring each little taste he could.
You moaned loudly, squeezing your legs around his head as you watched his sucking on your clit as if he was famished. He looked so fucking hot right now. Damn these stupid cuffs, you wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair so badly. Yet to no avail, because as he continued to work his tongue inside of you, you had no choice but to stay put, digging your nails into the leather of the cuffs. His doe eyes looking into your soul while his mouth was basically trying to suck your entire reproductive system out of you.
“I’m gonna cum!” You warned, legs slightly trembling and you were done for when he slipped to fingers inside, his tongue now licking in fast motions around your nub.
“Fuck!” Your voice was far to high pitched for your liking, but you ignored it, succumbing to the orgasm he just provided you, your brain practically melted, flowing out of you like the cum on Jungkook’s tongue.
Letting your legs back down onto the floor, his hands traced every curve of your body as he slowly got back onto his feet, loving the feel of your smooth skin. His lips glistened in the pink light and you wanted nothing more but to kiss him, but he only smirked, shaking his head no.
He stepped away from you, watching your body squirming, the fucked out expression on your face, “fuck baby you are so beautiful”
He slipped out of his sweats, pumping his length in his hand as he walked towards you again, hand grabbing onto your ass, before he tapped it, your sign to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. You did as he asked, before feeling his lips on your neck, sucking small bruises onto your collarbone and neck. The tip of his dick now smearing the wetness between your folds, making you clench around nothing as you waited patiently for him to push into you. He grabbed onto your jaw gently, forcing you to look straight into his eyes and when you least expected, he pushed into you to the hilt. Watching as you sighed out, your moan mixing with his as your head fell back, leaning onto the door. Licking a strip up your throat he started to move, thrusting his hips slowly against you, building you up like an orchestra before the grand finale.
He was amazing with everything he did, and maybe he was so good at fucking you because he knows your body better than the back of his hand, whatever it is, you never had a better boyfriend, or sex, in your entire existence. And you’re sure you will marry him one day.
His thrusts picked up, hand now squeezing your waist as your tits bounced up and down, your wetness running down your thigh and onto his dick, costing him perfectly making him glisten. He loved watching you fall apart like this for him, eyes shut tightly and mouth formed in an ‘o’ while his dick fucked harder and deeper.
“Fuck,” he groaned “look at you taking me so well”
Your moan got stuck in your throat as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach, begging to be released. He felt you were close too, by the way your pussy clenched around him, the way your legs tightening around his waist and the way your chest and cheeks started to turn pink, he knew you were close.
Holding on to your ass with one hand, and the other on your clit, he fucked you at an animalistic pace now, your moans hoarse as you cheered him on, “yes Jungkook, fuck baby so good”
With harsh breathes he fucked into you harder, his the lewd smacking of skin filling the dark room. And like fireworks, your orgasm reaped through your body, a small scream escaping your mouth before it got stuck in your throat. Watching your blissed out face and the way your chest heaved, he followed soon after, his hips stuttering before his cum shot up inside you, his cum. coating your walls white.
“I should tease you more” you managed to chuckle out.
“Round two in the bathroom?”

A/N: anyway eh… I hope you enjoyed? Like I said don’t be afraid to interact <3
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shut up and kiss me (m) | jjk

pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader
rating/genre : m (18+) // smut, pwp, established relationship
summary : Your boyfriend couldn't resist himself when you walked out in that dress and especially when you started arguing with him.
word count : 2.2k
warnings : swearing, extensive making out, grinding, teasing, oral sex (f. recieving), slight handjob, fingering, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, unprotected sex (y'all be safe), riding, dirty talk?, nipple play, overstimulation, praise kink 😔, confessions of love between sex, the reader likes to be a lil dom at times but it's mainly jkay, and h o r n y j k!!!!
note : this is my first drabble and the first attempt at writing pwp. idea was so spontaneous. hope y'all like it! thankyou so much to @highly-functioning-mitochondria for beta reading it ;)) love ya nix <3
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"Because I wanted to fuck my girlfriend"

All your words die as his lips swallow them.
You are up against the wall as his mouth devours you whole. You hear him slamming the door with one of his hands while the other lands on your waist and kneads the flesh there. He pulls away and speaks against your lips.
"Shut up and kiss me." and he attaches his lips to yours once again.
Almost immediately you feel him glide his tongue over, asking for entrance which you give eagerly. He places his free hand beside your head and kisses you with new found vigor, pressing himself flush against your body.
"Jungkook." you whimper when he dips his head to kiss a trail from your earlobe to the base of your throat, going down and down until he pauses at your breastbone.
"At last I have you all for me." he says as he falls to his knees, kissing your bare stomach as his hands fiddle with the hem of your crop top playfully.
"Do you know how hot you looked the whole night? Especially when you got angry at me for getting us out of there early."
He pulls your skirt down in a single motion and his eyes glint when he sees the black thong you've been wearing.
"Oh so you ushered me out quickly because you wanted to fuck me?"
"Because I wanted to fuck my girlfriend." you can feel the smirk in his voice when his hands grip your inner thigh and swings your leg over his shoulder, kissing your sex through the fabric. Your breath hitches as you tilt your head back and he pushes aside the cloth and marvels at your wetness.
His words had spurred you on and especially his eagerness to want you. Your wetness was quite evident, almost dripping when he used a single finger and rubbed it against your folds. You audibly let out a moan when he brought that finger to your cunt, still teasing you and not putting it inside.
"Jungkook, don't play right now." you hiss out as he leaves a chaste kiss on your inner thigh.
"Eager now, are we?"
"Learned from the best." and he dips his finger inside you as soon as you say these words, almost as if he was spurred by them. You inhale sharply at this as he lets out a low, raspy laugh.
You look down and see a pair of dark, lidded eyes staring back at you. He curls his finger inside you as you arch your back, all while holding eye contact with you. Oh god, if it's not the hottest thing he does every time. He almost immediately latches his mouth at your clit and you feel all your sanity run away.
You moan at his ministrations at your clit, as he deliciously devours it, your hands finding solace in his dark, thick locks. He sucks at your clit and you tug at his hair tighter, heaving your body up and down. As soon as you tug at his hair, he lets out a low moan, sending vibrations through your pussy, unnerving you more and more. Another finger of his teases your entrance and he sloppily makes out with your pussy. He stretches you out with his second finger when his eyes catch your sight.
Chest heaving up and down, eyes half closed and almost rolled to the back of your head, eyebrows knitted in pleasure and lips swollen by the extensive make out and him biting on them, you looked like a fucking goddess to him. The dim lighting of the room only made you look more alluring and the rising tent between his legs started making him uncomfortable.
All night he had been trying to compose himself but yet slipped when you placed your hand on his thigh in a casual conversation. He couldn't do anything but smile it away, all your friends around you having dinner. He was not ashamed at being horny for his girlfriend and wanting to take you there in the restroom but he knew you would have been, and he wanted to treat you right, no matter what.
He grins as he finds himself between your legs, eliciting lewd noises from you and humming out praises to turn you on more. He curls his fingers inside your sex hitting your g spot and you might just rip his hair out from the intensity with which you are gripping him. You bite at your lip to stop yourself from shouting out loud when he says,
"Don't do that. Wanna hear how good I'm making you feel, baby."
Oh no. You could feel your arousal trickling down your thighs and seeing this, Jungkook picks up his pace, now hitting spots inside you that have you withering against the wall. You could feel your orgasm building up by every passing second and when you look at him staring at you with that goddamn lust in his eyes, kissing your clit and rubbing at your folds with his thumb skillfully, you break down for good.
You roll your eyes back as your orgasm washes over you, tugging at his hair tighter and shouting his name loudly. He laps at your cum like a man starved and the high takes over your mind as you soon fall limp in his hold.
He stands up and you look at him through half closed eyes, grabbing at his black button up to pull him closer. Jungkook states you straight in your eyes when he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean of your cum.
Oh, you are absolutely fucked.
Opening up his buttons from the top you kiss his chest and speak against it.
"You. Inside. Me. Now."
He laughs heartily and within the next second, his thigh is wedged between your legs, your pussy sitting right on it, him moving his thigh against it. You whimper against his chest as you unconsciously grind on his thigh. Holding you by your waist, he sneaks a hand around it and grabs your hair, pulling it down sensuously to have access at your neck and dives straight ahead to nip at it.
All this while, you feel the urge to have him inside you again. In any way, you want him. You stop moving and pull him closer to your lips by the collar,
"What did I just say, babe?" you ask him sensually, yet with a sense of dominance.
He leans back with his eyes wide in amusement as he speaks,
"You want me inside you." and he grins that fucking grin again, one that makes you want to have him lodged inside you all night and day, to have him fuck you senselessly.
"So stop wasting time." you lead him to your bed with your hold on his collar and make him sit on his edge. You climb up onto his lap and start kissing him once again, tasting yourself on his tongue as he fights you for dominance and eventually wins. He grabs you by the waist and sets you aside, standing up to undress himself.
You have seen him naked millions of times but still can never stop yourself from staring at his oh so perfectly sculpted body with a completion similar to that of a Greek god. His abs are on full display and his thighs look inviting as his hard dick slaps against his taut abdomen. You almost drool at the sight of it standing all veiny and big.
Soon, you find yourself getting rid of your crop top and him settling against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap by your wrist. He eyes your breasts excitedly and dives down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it and then captures the already hardened nub between his nipples. You whimper incredulously at this and grab his shoulders.
You rake your perfectly manicured nails against his chest and bring them down to his cock, taking it in your hands and fisting it slowly. The gentle act makes Jungkook jerk a little at your breast and he grabs the other one to stabilize himself.
You start jerking him, giving him a lazy handjob. He moans between your breasts, alternating between them when he suddenly stops all movement and holds your hand to stop yours too.
"You wanted me inside you, yeah?"
You stare at him with a hint of a smirk and heave yourself upwards, with the support of his shoulders while nodding a yes. He takes his cock and aligns it with your center when suddenly you lean back, your hands now resting on his knees and body arched back.
You angle yourself in a way so that your folds rub his bare cock, wetting it from your arousal. He lets out a surprised groan at it and tilts his head back against the headboard from the pleasure. You then take his dick in your hand and smear the pre cum gathered at its tip across his cock covered in your arousal. Aligning it with your center, you sit on it and both of you gasp at the contact.
"Oh my god, Y/N. You're so fucking tight." he rasps out.
You unconsciously clench around him and he grabs your waist tighter. Slowly, you start to move on top of him. Sheathed inside your walls, his cock hits all the right spots even when he’s doing the bare minimum. You couldn't stop the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth. Your nails make marks on his shoulder as you pick up pace and soon enough you are bouncing over him, your ass slapping his thighs continuously.
The moans he lets out are fucking heaven for your ears. He connects his lips with yours and swallows all the noises coming out of your mouth. He moves under you, thrusting upwards slowly. Soon enough, it's him pounding into you while you tug at his hair and nip at his earlobe, moaning right into his ear.
He leaves open mouthed kisses at your neck and holds you tight against your body as he starts a ruthless pace of thrusting into you. The lewd noises coming out of both of your mouths can make anyone and everyone feel embarrassed, the wet noises of the pounding being the cherry on top. You feel your second high build up and you start chanting his name while trying to hold yourself.
"Ah Y/N." he groans and feels you clenching around him continuously. He knows you are close and that's when he pulls out of you suddenly, you disappointingly whimpering with a pout at the loss of his cock inside you and flips you over.
In a few seconds you find your cheek pressed against the mattress and ass hovering in the air. He wastes no time in entering you again and bottoms out in a single motion, continuing to fuck you mercilessly. You cry out loud at the spots he hits inside you in the new position driving you into a state of ecstasy. Your orgasm inches closer and closer as the knot starts building up. You fist the sheets tightly and shout his name as the headboard creaks against the wall.
He grabs the sheets beside your head and kisses the top of your head.
"I fucking love you so much, babe." and he chants your name like a mantra in between his erratic moans. His confession (which you had heard a million times) was the final straw and you tumbled down the edge, your orgasm making you shout his name out louder than ever and then fall completely limp under him.
The ecstasy that drives your state of mind is crazy. You could feel yourself almost floating when you register Jungkook's scream of pleasure in your bliss.
Tears mark your face as you feel yourself slipping out of your high when the overstimulation hits you. He collapses over your limp body while shooting ropes of cum inside you. The heat and feeling of his cum makes you roll your eyes back as he slowly regains his breath over you.
Pulling out, both of you cringing at the feeling, he settles down beside you and pulls you flush against him, your tits pressed against his chest.
"Do you know how beautiful you look when you're all fucked out?" he kisses your nose and looks at you with adoration in his already fucked out eyes.
"Stop it, Jeon" you say as you playfully squeeze your hands tighter around his torso while looking at him with flustered eyes.
"Okay, okay" he giggles but soon his eyes get dark again, the ones which remind you of a moonless night and fantasies you better not mention.
"Fun fact, my love."
Oh my god, his voice has gone an octave down. You smirk a little at him being horny again and obediently nod your head to hear him further.
"I almost cummed in my pants while eating you out."
That's enough. Your bliss flips a switch and turns into lust as soon as you hear those words and a shiver runs down your spine straight to your pussy, it aching once again to feel something inside it. You entwine your hand around his neck and pull him closer, his lips having a hint of a smirk and eyes lidded with horniness and amusement.
"Shut up and kiss me, Jeon."

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Orbiting: pt.4°
: pt.1° | pt.2° - pt.2,5° | pt.3°
[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [3.9k smut, angst. There's swearing; bitch-calling (non-sexual); this is purely fiction, please practice safe sex!; tons of dialogues. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it, but tbh, I kinda struggled to steer the plot.
Also! Happy Hobi Day! Please give Be My Mistake some love, too! (if u want)
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"Isn't that your girl, cozying up to Park?"
The first thing Jungkook sees is you—back on the rink, just where you belong. He's never seen someone as graceful as you glide. You always look beautiful like this, he thinks. The apples of your cheeks are rounded and rosy from the cold, and the corners of your eyes wrinkle as you laugh.
You always reverted to the nine-year-old you when you were left free to skate—so carefree and unafraid. There were moments like now when he could watch you move smoothly on the ice and soar in the air forever. Days like today are what he will always be thankful for, and he hopes you get to have forever. No longer does he want to see you put yourself through so much pain and endure it for the sake of being the best in your sport. While Jungkook knows all too well that you need to put in the hard work to get a step forward toward your dream of being professionals in your own field, he also knew when too much was too much. In all those days where you suffered, Jungkook did, too. So, he vowed to never forget that there's a version of you who knew how to revel and not overthink every move she made on the ice. And it is his duty to always remind you of her.
Your squeal broke him out of his trance. And Jungkook would have felt the strain in his muscle when he whipped his head, turning to look through the glass, past the bleachers, if the sight hadn't irked him. Jealousy stirred as he spots Jimin's arms on your waist and the other outstretched to hold yours. He knows it's nothing malicious. You've been practicing that stance with him for years when you were kids, thanks to his mom. But something about seeing Jimin with you and the fact that you've defended the guy when Jungkook blamed him for your sprained leg AND even managed to gush about how graceful he skates left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Plus, not to be bitter and petty, but Jungkook thinks he skates well—better even. And yet you've never complimented him.
"Not my girl," Jungkook murmurs under his breath. "And it's a routine. Not exactly cozying up." He scoffs and takes his stick from Yugyeom a little too aggressively, causing his friend-slash-teammate to chuckle.
"You seem to know a lot about routines," Jackson cuts in. "But then again, why wouldn’t you, Jungkook?" The lilt in the older man's voice as he said Jungkook's name wasn't unnoticed, but Jungkook didn't have enough patience and attention to spare to even humor the guy. He also knew whatever Jackson had to say would be anything but a friendly banter.
Jungkook only acknowledges the man with a side-eye and raised brow as he tapes his hockey stick.
Unfortunately, Jackson refuses to shut his mouth; the man is clearly on a mission to get a reaction from Jungkook.
The rest of the hockey team starts to come out of the locker rooms, clumping to the bleachers. With the gathering crowd, Jackson raises his voice, demanding attention and an audience. "You know, there's this move figure skaters do where they spin and spin and spin, circling around their partner." With his head tilted and standing in front of Jungkook, he gives him a haughty glare.
And still, Jungkook’s attention remains on you. You’re only just occupying your side of the rink—the opposite side where his team is gathered at. Whatever you hear on your end should be incoherent. You don't need to hear the bullshit coming out of his teammate's mouth, he thinks.
"What was it she preferred to call it again?" Jackson pretends to wait for Jungkook to answer. Yugyeom, on the other hand, looked apologetic. What started out as playful teasing turned into a way for Jackson to provoke their team captain, and everyone knew how Jackson loved to rile Jungkook. While everyone thought it was because the older man lost the title to someone younger, that was only partly the reason.
"Ah, right," Jackson walks closer to Jungkook. He claps Jungkook's shoulder before gripping tightly into it. "Orbiting,” Jackson grins. He’s taunting, hooking Jungkook, demanding his full attention. “Y/N does it well, but you clearly do it the best,” he mocks. “It’s comical watching you run in circles around the bitch for years.” His sly smile turns to pointed chuckles as he feels Jungkook tense under his grip.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Closing in on Jungkook's ear, Jackson whispers, "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure she does it intentionally, especially to guys she dances with. I bet Park's gonna be her new boy toy now, huh?"
Jungkook was never a violent man. Even on the ice, in a game, he never started brawls. The one time he got tangled in a fight, he couldn’t stand the disappointed glare you gave him. It hurt more than the 13 stitches on his head and scarier than his mom’s scolding.
And yet, Jungkook throws the first punch straight to Jackson’s jaw.
Jungkook can take a joke and can easily shake off empty trash talk and name-calling from his team. In fact, he lets them make jokes about him about his blatant simping for you because it’s true, and anything untrue, he doesn’t see the point in entertaining it. But he draws the line when the jabs are at the expense of the people he loves.
In a matter of seconds, Jackson returns the punch, and a full brawl breaks out.
On the opposite end, you and Jimin match your stride as a pair—being aware of each other’s movement and syncing your limbs to move as one; oblivious to the growing chaos.
You’re in the middle of a Lutz when the commotion steals your focus. You wobble on your landing and Jimin’s quick to hold you from falling. You turn towards the racket and see a mass of bulky men shouting.
It’s Jungkook’s team.
You skate closer to the chaos, and it’s not until you see a pressed back on the glass, the number 97 jersey bold and taut on their back, that you speed skate. Behind you, Jimin calls your name and follows.
You see Yugyeom restrain Jackson, and the other guys are holding back Jungkook. A flurry of curse words flies out of Jackson’s mouth. Entering the box, your eyes are drawn to Jungkook. You can already see his busted lip and sore knuckles. You call his name, and he looks up, jaws locked and tense. It takes a moment for his clenched knuckles to relax. He stands up and shrugs off the arms holding him.
Yet again, Jackson cuts in, “You guys are quite a pair, huh?” he laughs, humorless.
“Man, shut the fuck up,” Yugyeom struggles but eventually manages to drag Jackson away from the group. Sensing that Jungkook won't follow and lunge at Jackson, the rest of the guys disperse. All that’s left gathered on the bleachers is you and Jungkook.
And Jimin.
Your new partner’s existence annoys Jungkook. Your doe-eyed friend wonders if Jimin knows he doesn’t have to stand so close beside you. He watches with eagle eyes as Jimin hands out your skate guards. You teeter sideways as you clasp the rubber on your skates, and Jungkook hates the sight in front of him—you’re holding on to Jimin for support, and his arm is on your waist to keep you steady.
Fueled by jealousy and adrenaline, Jungkook walks towards you just in time to catch your arm away from Jimin’s body as you switch to putting on the other rubber guard on your skates.
You feel smushed as you stand sandwiched between two guys. Feeling claustrophobic, you push Jungkook by his chest to look at his injuries. “Your lips are bleeding,” your tone colder than ice, a contrast to your warm hands inspecting the blooming bruises on his face. “It’s nothing,” Jungkook murmurs, his head turning sideways, away from you.
You tsk at his stubbornness and press your thumb on his split lip, earning a pained hiss. “We have to clean this so it doesn’t scar.” Before Jungkook can protest and put on his macho bravado, you turn to Jimin. “Can we take a rain check on lunch?” your voice barely above a whisper. But Jungkook’s not only stubborn, he’s nosey, too—masking how hard he strains to listen to your conversation with an unbothered face.
There's an exchange of whispers, then Jimin looks at him, then back at you. He smiles and nods at you. “I'll see you later, then.” His hands connect with your arm for a comforting squeeze before leaving.
Jungkook rolls his eyes.
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“Where are we going?” Jungkook follows you as you drag him by his arm along the corridors. “The clinic’s closed on weekends,” he points out, but the only response he gets is a huff.
You’re a bit eerily quiet. Calm, even. He fears what follows, so he thinks of a way to pacify you.
“Well. Lucky for you, Jeon, I have the keys.” You dangle the set of keys on your fingers. “Your mom gave them to me before she left.”
You unlock the clinic and usher Jungkook in the compact space. “I seem to always end up hurt when I practice and it’s not like your mom has her eyes on me all the time, so she lends me the key to the clinic.” You push Jungkook to the foamed table. “Sit.”
Jungkook follows suit, still mum, still thinking. He knows he's on wafer-thin ice with you, but even so, he can't help but love the attention you’re giving him and the fact that you’re away from Jimin.
The image of you and Park on the rink is still vivid in his memory, stirring the tinge of jealousy that resides inside him. So, as you rummage through the cabinets, Jungkook pulls you close to him. “C’mere,” he whispers.
“Hold on, I have to find something for your lip.” Your body extends in the small space. Your arms are outstretched while you rummage through the cabinet for bandages and antiseptic cream, and your lower half is awkwardly bent, thighs wedged between Jungkook’s, and his hands support your hips.
“Forget the cream. I know a better way to have this healed quickly.” His arms engulf your waist and pull you completely to him. You turn to tell him off, but before words can leave your mouth, Jungkook slots his lips to yours.
Before things could escalate, you begrudgingly pull away. “Nuh-uh. You think you’re so sly, huh?” You pinch his chin. “I still need to interrogate you on what exactly happened with Jackson back there.”
Jungkook deflates. “You know Jackson. He was spouting nonsense, and I guess he just got on my nerves.”
Curiosity peaked, you push Jungkook to tell you more. “What nonsense?” Your willful streak shows in your furrowed eyebrows. On most days, he loves it, but on a day like today, he wishes you knew when to get the hint and just drop it.
Jungkook groans. “I’m just really having one of those days, Y/N.” Arms still wrapped around your waist, he leans forward to rest his head on your chest. Instinctively, you run your fingers through his hair, fingers massaging his scalp. Your best friend moans, and for the first time since you pulled him away from the bleachers, you let out a smile.
“Make me feel better,” he breathes. His face now burrowing into your breasts, and his fluffy hair tickles you.
“Gguk,” you giggle. “We’re in the clinic, and I'm pretty sure there are people nearby.” You softly pull at his hair to remove his head between your tits, but he just moans.
Oh.
“Don’t care, baby. Just focus on me,” he proposes with a kiss on your neck and his hands make soothing work on your back. When the only response he gets from you is a satisfied hum, he sits up further on the table. He lowers his hand, tapping your ass before he pulls you by the backs of your knees so you straddle his thighs on the table.
“Fuck, I love it when you wear skirts.” Jungkook’s hand disappears inside your clothes, palms once again making contact with your ass before he claws at your tights. “This I hate, though. Fuck.” he grumbles at the sheer garment.
“Oh, that's a shame," you pout. "I actually thought you'd love it. It’s crotchless," the last sentence coming out in a whisper. Cue another curse from his mouth. You momentarily pull away to get off the table and shed your safety shorts. “Need those off, Jeon," you command with a shoot of your brow towards his pants. “Wanna feel you. Don’t you want to feel me?”
You're a fucking tease, and Jungkook loves it.
You watch him struggle to unlatch his belt clasp—he’s roughly pulling at his padded pants and while you want to help, you decide to enjoy the sight before you as his thick thighs come into view. You climb back on top of Jungkook, his eyes following your movement until you plop your ass to his growing bulge.
Jungkook flips the front of your skirt and goes breathless at the sight. “You’re a fucking minx, you know that?”
“Only for you.” Hands gripping his shoulders as an anchor, you drag your wet pussy to his bulge, and you both moan. “Wore this for you," you pant. "I knew you were practicing today and thought you'd need a cooldown after." You’re full-on humping him, drawing pleasured gasps from the man below you.
“Well, fuck me,” Jungkook throws his head back, eyes up on the ceiling and he thanks his lucky stars for you. You pull at his tight underwear, and his hard cock springs free—swollen red and leaking. Your mouth waters at the sight, and your pussy clenches at nothing.
“Please, Jungkook,” you plead. You’re beyond turned on. Your arousal mixes with Jungkook’s precum, and you can smell the sex permeating the air. It drives you feral. You spit at his cock before stroking it.
Jungkook revels in your neediness. This is what he wants—for you to need him, want him. And someday, he hopes it goes beyond sex. His arms pull your waist closer as you sink down on his cock in one drop.
“Shit, Y/N, you okay, baby?”
You respond with a breathy yes as you start bouncing on his dick. Your focus is directed on chasing your high and, at the same time, making sure Jungkook feels the same intensity of desire and pleasure you feel. With a roll of your hips, you clench around his shaft. He claws at your arched back as he sucks your tits with playful nips. Each sting heightens your arousal.
You play around with the angle of your hips and attune to Jungkook's reaction. But you struggle and near complete submission with each bite to your breast, every kiss to your lips, and slide to your folds. Once again, you’re rendered pliant and submissive on top of Jungkook.
Feeling you slow down, Jungkook taps your burning thighs. “On your back, baby,” he rasps. You shake your head but move to get on all fours—you raise your hips, shuffling to snuggle his cock in your ass and stretch your back. And to top it off, you clasp your hands on your back, giving him something to hold as he pounds into you.
Behind you, Jungkook is gobsmacked. What are you doing to him?
Presenting yourself for his use, Jungkook doesn't hesitate to hold your behaved hands with one grip, and his other hand guides his dick to smear your slick from your folds to your ass. He preens at the noises you make.
"Please," you drool. "Please what? Tell me what you want, baby," his voice matches the slow and soft movement of his tip on your folds.
With one last teasing push of his tip to your puffy clit, he completely bottoms out and holds.
“How’s that for feeling me, baby?” His lips ghost the shell of your ear, and it tickles you just right. You clench around him and reclaim one of your restrained hands between your now folded bodies to draw circles on your clit. You hear Jungkook chuckle before leaving a quick peck on your cheek. As he straightens up to pull out his dick, he reaches to swat your naughty hand on your clit and replaces it with his.
And it feels better.
His fingers play with your nub and continue to plunge in and out of you. The sound that echoes around the tiny room is pure filth—guttural groans and whiny moans harmonize.
“Baby, cum for me,” Jungkook hastens his rhythmic thrusting, and with a soft flick to your clit, you come undone. His movements quicken and cum-soaked hands travel upwards to your body to fondle your tits like it's his personal stress ball.
“Shit Jungkook. Feels good," you blabber. You love how you can feel his weight on top of you; the pressure makes his pounding harder and deeper and it overrides your oversensitivity. The pleasure is too good, too strong. With a bite to your shoulder to muffle himself, you cum with him.
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“Don’t forget your shorts. Can’t have you skating with Park wearing just that."
"Right," you giggle and put on your shorts. "Can't be traumatizing my partner this soon."
"Good girl." Jungkook pats your ass.
"Hey," your hands pull Jungkook before he can leave. "What really happened back there?"
"Y/N, I told you it was nothing."
"Nothing? Jungkook, had the fight been longer, you could've been dismissed from the upcoming game."
"Well, we're fine. Plus, Jackson's not going to do anything or tell the coach. It's both our asses on the line."
"That doesn't mean you can go around throwing punches now. What if—"
Throwing his head back, Jungkook lets out a bitter laugh, cutting you off. As he returns to face you, he sees the focused glare on your eyes—lids sharp and brows knitted. You're annoyed.
But so is he.
“You really wanna know? Fine. Jackson called me out. He said it was fucking comical how I wait around you like a lovesick puppy. It's actually a fucking running joke in our team that when you call, I come running." Words and feelings overflowed out of Jungkook's mouth, but he was not close to being done. "And as much as I hate to admit it, it’s actually true, and someone like him throwing that to my face just struck a nerve. He deserved the punch for running his mouth and calling you a bitch, too. Y/N, if you've heard the names he's called you, comments he made—"
"I don't care about that, Jungkook," you interrupt. One moment, you're in bliss, and now you've been hit with an accusation. "I don't care if he calls me a bitch or paints me however he wants. It's you I care about. I worry that one day, he manages to push you to your breaking point, and you do something that kicks you off the team." You feel like a bubble filled with emotions burst inside you, leaving you conflicted with what you feel. You're angry at Jackson, but also, if you think Jungkook is saying what he is saying, then half of you blooms in hope, but the other wilts at the revelation that he said it like he resents what he's feeling.
“So, do you resent me? For, I don't know, calling you? Wanting to be with you? Being friends with you?" The last question left your lips in a murmur. You've ranked low in competitions before, but you've never looked as defeated as you do now. To make it worse, you stand pathetic in front of Jungkook.
“I’m not saying that," Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose. "I’ve been in love with you, Y/N,” he can’t believe he’s saying it out loud.
Jungkook imagined his confession to be far from this wreckage. This moment was the polar opposite of how he wanted it to go, but the words flurry out of his mouth before he could think of them. “I love you, but you’re always too hung up on every new guy that comes along to even see me…” he swallows the sob rising in his throat. “Sometimes I wonder if you keep me as a placeholder until a new guy comes.”
“A placeholder?” You're horrified. Jungkook's breaking your heart, and the thought that you apparently broke his shatters the pieces further.
“Aren’t I? When Jackson joined our team, all he had to do was wink and throw a cheesy line at you, and you’re all about him. And now Jimin—”
“Jimin?” Now, you're confused.
“Yes, Jimin. All he had to do was skate with you, and suddenly, I’m on the backburner.”
“Jungkook, where is this coming from? You’re making me out as someone who’s never been a friend to you.”
“Oh, you’ve been a friend, alright. But you can’t deny you’ve strung me up all along. Sometimes I wonder if you knew how I feel and you—”
“Stop," you plead. "Oh god, Jungkook, stop talking, please.” The tears you were holding back now freefall to your cheeks. “All this time, this is how you felt. You have been resenting me—"
"That's not what I'm saying! Do you not understand me?" Jungkook grows frustrated.
“No, I understand, Jungkook. Perfectly. I understand I’ve been selfish, teetering between wanting to keep you close to me and keeping you at a distance to protect myself." You don't want to invalidate his feelings, but he also needs to know where you're at. Thousands of thoughts are drowning you, and you're nowhere close to navigating your feelings; you're still conflicted and lost. But most of all, afraid. Will you lose Jungkook now? It frightens you that one wrong decision could crash your friendship beyond fixable. "But Jungkook, I’ve never seen you as someone I can set aside for anyone else because you’ve always been the first person I look for and reach out to. Even when I always thought you were so close yet so far to me, but still I—"
A knock pops the bubble you’re in. Rushing to wipe your cheeks dry, the door swings open to a clueless and shocked Jimin, eyes wide and mouth agape.
“Shit, sorry," Jimin fidgets between wanting to close the door and leave but decides he'd rather not get in trouble, so with eyes on the floor, he calls for you.
"Coach is going ballistic looking for you, Y/N. And him, too. I mean, their coach is looking for him. He heard of the fight.”
More worry rushes to you. You try hard to stay afloat and level-headed, but you're sinking and sinking. “Right,” you clear your throat. “We were just cleaning up. We’re done here anyway.”
Once again, you feel claustrophobic. You need to leave. You don't trust yourself to make any decision in the state you're in. The last time you made a decision from what you were feeling, you made a selfish proposal to Jungkook. And look where that's gotten you now. You can't think, so you rush to leave the room, folding your arms before Jungkook can grab your wrist.
“Wait, Y/N—”
You linger briefly at the door, just enough so he can catch the defeated words that you speak, “We’re done, Jungkook.”
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>> Page 5
Jeon Jungkook x Reader: Dirty (🔞Minors DNI🚫)

A/n: 🔞Minors DNI🚫 mention of explicit stuff. I wrote the whole thing in one go. Literally poured my feelings out. Lol, its my first time writing such smut. So, enjoy! P.s: This is not read over.
Summary: It's your 3rd Year Anniversary and your boyfriend has a surprise planned.
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Jungkook remembers very well how he had once heard you talk about liking 50 shades, and he knew, what he wanted to do, for your 3rd Anniversary. Well, it was tomorrow, but he planned on giving you the best treatment from tonight. He looked at the clock and he knew you were about to arrive any moment now. He quickly rechecked everything to make sure everything was in place. To say he was excited was an understatement.
Soon the sound of the door opening was heard and you came in. You met with your bunny of a boyfriend who immediately attached himself to you.
"Come wash your hands and sit, the food will get cold. Change later" he instructed and you complied.
"Wow. Someone when all in" you said with the biggest smile.
"It's just the start" he said with a wink. But as he always flirted with you, you didn't mind much.
Soon the room was filled with the smell of your (favourite food) and you tasted it to find it was delicious. You praised him, as he ate with you followed by your favourite dessert, from this certain place you liked. This was really thoughtful of Jungkook and you really appreciated it.
Then he came up behind you with a blind fold and whispered "The night has just started" by your ears sending chills down your spine. He guided you to what you assumed was your room as you soon felt him push you onto the soft surface of the bed. Suddenly you felt him tug on one of your arm and then the other and then it dawned at you. You were tied to the bed and you could not move. Right that moment he opened you blind fold.
"Hey babe" he said coming painfully close to your lips, as he came closer to the point where you breathe mingled with each other becoming on. Yes a bit closer! And you tried to lean in when he pulled away with a smirk. As he reached for you neck and instantly attached his lips there. "Ughh" you moaned as he left marks after marks on your neck. He kissed all over your jaws and at the corner of your mouth but not where you wanted his lips to be. He then pulled away completely.
He slowly started moving, well moving his hips to some imaginary beat and thrusting just the way you liked. You tried to move but it was useless. Jungkook slowly started unbuttoning the dress shirt that he wore. He was painfully slow and with the sway of his hips you could see his half hard member underneath the fabric. Damn, the bunny was half excited just seeing you tied up.
Finally he was at the last buttons when he unbuckled his pants and dropped it, leaving him in just boxers. When he came to you, sitting over you feeling you up as he literally tore off the fabric of your shirt.
"Ah Jungkook!" You tried to say, but found his fingers in your lips "sssshh" he said and the look in his eyes told you dare not mess with him right now. As the shirt was taken off your boobs with your bra came to vision and you noticed how the boy's eyes turned darker. He grabbed your hips and dipped his head over your chest giving you multiple hickies until he heard you moan and knew your sweet spot and concentrated on that giving it a nice hickey that you knew would bruise.
He moved his tongue along your jaw getting a "fuck!" from you until he roughly crashed his lips to yours. He knew he was in control so when he tried to enter his tongue into your mouth and you didn't he gave a hard squeeze to your ass that led for you to gasp giving him the proper chance to enter your mouth and explore every corner of it. He bit your lower lip as he pulled away and you were left in a daze.
He then pulled down your lowers, slowly and discarded it towards a corner. He then sharply pulled your legs so that you're now lying on the bed with your arms tied. Be climbed over you and tore off your bra in one swift motion. "God" you exclaimed.
"Don't say that baby there'll be nothing holy tonight" he almost growled. He looked at your boobs and the look he gave showed how much he loved you all over. You would never get over that look which says all he wants is just right there, in you. He immediately attached his lip to your right nipple, nibbling and sucking at it, oh how you wanted to grab his hair right now. The way he used his hand to assault the other just left you in an oozzing and squirming.
"Ah Babe" you moaned. As he changed to now suck on the other boob and assault this one. He pinched and flicked your hard nipple and you squealed. He liked the sound of that. His hand then traveled down to your panties and it wouldn't need an expert to know that it was wasted and wet with your juices. He put some pressure over your cover clit while still sucking on your boob. Poor you, all you could do was try to free your arms which was of no use. "Aaah Jungkookie~" you whined.
"Yes baby?" He asked looking at you in the yes.
"Fuck me, please." You asked
"Oh Baby I will. But, all in good time" he said and went to kiss the area between your boobs and came down leaving kisses and occasional bites on your stomach as he blew into your belly button causing your body to jerk as he gave an evil smirk as you closed your legs and thighs tighter.
He finally took off your panties, and went back to kiss you on the mouth. An open-mouthed kiss. It told you how much he wanted, needed and craved you. "Look at you all wet and punny. Tell me it's for?" He demanded looking at you.
"You! It's only for you, Jungkookie" you said and he opened your legs wide as he dived in to kiss your inner thighs, relishing the skin, every time coming achingly close to your core but never touching you. You tried to throw your legs in frustration but he was too strong.
"Stop teasing me!" You whined and he immediately latched his mouth to your core. Giving straight licks from up to down as you moaned his name, again and again as that was all you could think of at that moment. "Jungkook"
He kept licking and sucking at your clit vigorously, and he then entered two fingers inside you. "Ah" you squealed, toes already curling as to grip the head board of the bed to anchor yourself. What he did to you jist left you in a moaning mess, brain in a haze.

"Ah ah, Jungkook" you moaned and he knew. You could feel the knot inside your stomach growing and growing "Yes Jungkookie! Yess" you said and finally it all broke as you cursed "fuck!" And came undone on his tongue. You saw him lap up all your juices and lick you up.
He then did his favourite part, kiss you on the mouth right after so you can have the lingering taste of yourself on his tongue. You could barely catch your breath when you felt him lined at your entrance, as he teased it. Getting an incoherent whine, as he just shoved the full thing inside you and you jolted and gasped.
"Ah Y/n, baby" he groaned. And he started moving, starting slowly but with an increasing pace hitching both his and your breath. You held yours and bit your lip as you found him ram into your hole. He consecutively opened your hands in one pull as he said "Don't silence that pretty mouth of yours, I swear I won't stop until all our neighbours know who makes you feel this good"
You finally have your arms open and you pulled him down with his hair to kiss him roughly. As he again threw you back and pulled out. He turned you around in one swift move and pulled you up, entering you from behind. As he pinned you to him, squeezing you boobs that were almost sore.
"Ju-jung-" you tried to make words but it was difficult as you had your boyfriend thump into you mercilessly, fucking you brains out.
"I know baby, me too" he said and but your shoulder and he groaned when you clenched around him.
And you couldn't hold it any longer you came again letting out everything in you and you'd certainly fall if it wasn't Jungkook who was holding you who also then groaned "Fuck! Y/n" and came painting your insides mentally thanking god that you were on birth control as you each rode through your high. And he laid you and calmed both of you down.
He then lied down, face to face with you, "Happy Anniversary my heart" he said.
"Happy Anniversary my Jungkookie" you said holding his face in your hands as he smiled a bright bunny smile. He then got up to clean your and his intimate area with tissues, discarding them and finally holding you close as the two of you had a good night's sleep.
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Jeon Jungkook x Reader: Dirty (🔞Minors DNI🚫)

A/n: 🔞Minors DNI🚫 mention of explicit stuff. I wrote the whole thing in one go. Literally poured my feelings out. Lol, its my first time writing such smut. So, enjoy! P.s: This is not read over.
Summary: It's your 3rd Year Anniversary and your boyfriend has a surprise planned.
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Jungkook remembers very well how he had once heard you talk about liking 50 shades, and he knew, what he wanted to do, for your 3rd Anniversary. Well, it was tomorrow, but he planned on giving you the best treatment from tonight. He looked at the clock and he knew you were about to arrive any moment now. He quickly rechecked everything to make sure everything was in place. To say he was excited was an understatement.
Soon the sound of the door opening was heard and you came in. You met with your bunny of a boyfriend who immediately attached himself to you.
"Come wash your hands and sit, the food will get cold. Change later" he instructed and you complied.
"Wow. Someone when all in" you said with the biggest smile.
"It's just the start" he said with a wink. But as he always flirted with you, you didn't mind much.
Soon the room was filled with the smell of your (favourite food) and you tasted it to find it was delicious. You praised him, as he ate with you followed by your favourite dessert, from this certain place you liked. This was really thoughtful of Jungkook and you really appreciated it.
Then he came up behind you with a blind fold and whispered "The night has just started" by your ears sending chills down your spine. He guided you to what you assumed was your room as you soon felt him push you onto the soft surface of the bed. Suddenly you felt him tug on one of your arm and then the other and then it dawned at you. You were tied to the bed and you could not move. Right that moment he opened you blind fold.
"Hey babe" he said coming painfully close to your lips, as he came closer to the point where you breathe mingled with each other becoming on. Yes a bit closer! And you tried to lean in when he pulled away with a smirk. As he reached for you neck and instantly attached his lips there. "Ughh" you moaned as he left marks after marks on your neck. He kissed all over your jaws and at the corner of your mouth but not where you wanted his lips to be. He then pulled away completely.
He slowly started moving, well moving his hips to some imaginary beat and thrusting just the way you liked. You tried to move but it was useless. Jungkook slowly started unbuttoning the dress shirt that he wore. He was painfully slow and with the sway of his hips you could see his half hard member underneath the fabric. Damn, the bunny was half excited just seeing you tied up.
Finally he was at the last buttons when he unbuckled his pants and dropped it, leaving him in just boxers. When he came to you, sitting over you feeling you up as he literally tore off the fabric of your shirt.
"Ah Jungkook!" You tried to say, but found his fingers in your lips "sssshh" he said and the look in his eyes told you dare not mess with him right now. As the shirt was taken off your boobs with your bra came to vision and you noticed how the boy's eyes turned darker. He grabbed your hips and dipped his head over your chest giving you multiple hickies until he heard you moan and knew your sweet spot and concentrated on that giving it a nice hickey that you knew would bruise.
He moved his tongue along your jaw getting a "fuck!" from you until he roughly crashed his lips to yours. He knew he was in control so when he tried to enter his tongue into your mouth and you didn't he gave a hard squeeze to your ass that led for you to gasp giving him the proper chance to enter your mouth and explore every corner of it. He bit your lower lip as he pulled away and you were left in a daze.
He then pulled down your lowers, slowly and discarded it towards a corner. He then sharply pulled your legs so that you're now lying on the bed with your arms tied. Be climbed over you and tore off your bra in one swift motion. "God" you exclaimed.
"Don't say that baby there'll be nothing holy tonight" he almost growled. He looked at your boobs and the look he gave showed how much he loved you all over. You would never get over that look which says all he wants is just right there, in you. He immediately attached his lip to your right nipple, nibbling and sucking at it, oh how you wanted to grab his hair right now. The way he used his hand to assault the other just left you in an oozzing and squirming.
"Ah Babe" you moaned. As he changed to now suck on the other boob and assault this one. He pinched and flicked your hard nipple and you squealed. He liked the sound of that. His hand then traveled down to your panties and it wouldn't need an expert to know that it was wasted and wet with your juices. He put some pressure over your cover clit while still sucking on your boob. Poor you, all you could do was try to free your arms which was of no use. "Aaah Jungkookie~" you whined.
"Yes baby?" He asked looking at you in the yes.
"Fuck me, please." You asked
"Oh Baby I will. But, all in good time" he said and went to kiss the area between your boobs and came down leaving kisses and occasional bites on your stomach as he blew into your belly button causing your body to jerk as he gave an evil smirk as you closed your legs and thighs tighter.
He finally took off your panties, and went back to kiss you on the mouth. An open-mouthed kiss. It told you how much he wanted, needed and craved you. "Look at you all wet and punny. Tell me it's for?" He demanded looking at you.
"You! It's only for you, Jungkookie" you said and he opened your legs wide as he dived in to kiss your inner thighs, relishing the skin, every time coming achingly close to your core but never touching you. You tried to throw your legs in frustration but he was too strong.
"Stop teasing me!" You whined and he immediately latched his mouth to your core. Giving straight licks from up to down as you moaned his name, again and again as that was all you could think of at that moment. "Jungkook"
He kept licking and sucking at your clit vigorously, and he then entered two fingers inside you. "Ah" you squealed, toes already curling as to grip the head board of the bed to anchor yourself. What he did to you jist left you in a moaning mess, brain in a haze.

"Ah ah, Jungkook" you moaned and he knew. You could feel the knot inside your stomach growing and growing "Yes Jungkookie! Yess" you said and finally it all broke as you cursed "fuck!" And came undone on his tongue. You saw him lap up all your juices and lick you up.
He then did his favourite part, kiss you on the mouth right after so you can have the lingering taste of yourself on his tongue. You could barely catch your breath when you felt him lined at your entrance, as he teased it. Getting an incoherent whine, as he just shoved the full thing inside you and you jolted and gasped.
"Ah Y/n, baby" he groaned. And he started moving, starting slowly but with an increasing pace hitching both his and your breath. You held yours and bit your lip as you found him ram into your hole. He consecutively opened your hands in one pull as he said "Don't silence that pretty mouth of yours, I swear I won't stop until all our neighbours know who makes you feel this good"
You finally have your arms open and you pulled him down with his hair to kiss him roughly. As he again threw you back and pulled out. He turned you around in one swift move and pulled you up, entering you from behind. As he pinned you to him, squeezing you boobs that were almost sore.
"Ju-jung-" you tried to make words but it was difficult as you had your boyfriend thump into you mercilessly, fucking you brains out.
"I know baby, me too" he said and but your shoulder and he groaned when you clenched around him.
And you couldn't hold it any longer you came again letting out everything in you and you'd certainly fall if it wasn't Jungkook who was holding you who also then groaned "Fuck! Y/n" and came painting your insides mentally thanking god that you were on birth control as you each rode through your high. And he laid you and calmed both of you down.
He then lied down, face to face with you, "Happy Anniversary my heart" he said.
"Happy Anniversary my Jungkookie" you said holding his face in your hands as he smiled a bright bunny smile. He then got up to clean your and his intimate area with tissues, discarding them and finally holding you close as the two of you had a good night's sleep.
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pairing : jungkook x reader
genre : smut, porn with little plot, pwp, spy/agent au
rating : mature
disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. description of the bts members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.
word count : 2k+
warnings: mention of child trafficking, lots of kissing (jk and reader literally eating each others faces out), biting, groping, ass and boobies fondling (🫶🏻 bcs jk is an arse enthusiast i just know), dom jk, sub reader, big dicc jk, blowjob, face fucking, spanking, throat fuck, marking as in carving on skin with knife (jk does it on reader's thigh. dubious consent — if this bothers you, pls do not read this), blood (bloody thigh), cum eating. grammatical errors are bound to be found.
note : IM not SORRY FOR THE SYNOPSIS 🗽 after approximately 2 months of disappearance, im here again with a filth smut 🥰 🥰 ha ha.. i’ll post a oneshot sometime soon🤞🏻 i put deception on hold bcs i cant write it now lol it was supposed to be out by early june like i’ve said but things happened 👍 anyway, here’s a short smut in collaboration with @zyphqr aka my concept supplier 👍
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💌 what is winter listening to? ; Taki Taki by DJ Snake (with Cardi B, Selena Gomez & Ozuna)
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Jeon Jungkook is an undercover agent and is now on a mission to hunt down the leader of a criminal organisation. His headquarters recently found out about the organisation’s malicious activity which involves child trafficking so Jungkook and his team have been tracking the criminal’s locations as well as their activities.
Jungkook is an excellent agent, you could say.
He always has his own way to bring down his target and this leader is no exception.
He’s at the bar where his target made his deals and transactions according to the investigation reports. The bar isn’t crowded with people which makes it a tad bit hard to be subtle since he’s alone and it’s hard to distract the criminals.
So, in order to blend in with the surroundings - and for his own fun - he needs to find himself a companion to kill some time with while waiting for the chance to catch them.
He settles down on a not-very-obvious spot to keep a close eye on the leader and orders himself a glass of champagne. Taki Taki by DJ Snake starts to play, filling the whole bar with the upbeat music.
His eyes that are always scanning his surroundings land on the dance floor and on you.
Your body's a body to die for; enough flesh at the right places, curves all in the right places. Hips swaying to the beat oh so perfectly. Jungkook knows his gaze isn’t the only one on you. The men around you are lusting over you as much as he is. Your hands teasingly slither around your body and through your hair.
He brings the rim of the glass to his lips without breaking his gaze on your figure, sipping the champagne. As the song progresses, your movements are getting wilder and sexier that he couldn’t help but to stride towards you.
You’re a magnet. Pulling everyone’s attention to yourself.
Jungkook is quick to place his hands on you - shamelessly. His arms did not hesitate to slide around your waist. He knows you are aware of his presence when you press your arse back to his front. He smirks at that.
You reek of alcohol, he could smell it but he takes it as you are sober enough to send over a daring look to him. Your eyes are definitely not ones that are drunk or tipsy. Your gaze is sharp, dare he says, you are challenging him even.
Challenging what? He has no idea but he’s up for it either way.
His calloused hands find their way to your hips and move it to the beat of the song, grinding your arse over his clothed bulge even more. You let him, of course. You let him lead your movements as your head falls on his chiselled chest. His building bulge on your arse only ignites the lust in your veins even more and it seems like he is no different. His control over your body is getting harder and rougher.
Fuck, it only fuels your sex drive.
It’s only grinding on a hard-on, you are no stranger to this but hell, it made you wet. You want to blame it on the alcohol but your alcohol tolerance is high as you could imagine thanks to years into your career.
So it’s definitely not the alcohol to blame.
Even having a sweet distraction, Jungkook is always aware of his surroundings and he definitely didn’t miss when his target made quick steps into the hallway. The target walks to the hallway leading to private rooms with a familiar face. Their client for tonight, from what he had seen in the report. Sensing as if he’s distracted, you stroke his hardness. The sound that left his lips dampens your panties even more.
“You’re a distraction,” he whispers in your ear.
You squeeze his clothed dick. “Push me away then.”
Fuck, you don’t want him to push you away, not when his bulge is grinding on your arse so deliriously.
“I’d rather fuck you out of my system first, love.”
With that Jungkook pulls you out of the dance floor to the hallway. The target is doing his business in one of the private rooms and no signal is given from Jungkook’s team to attack him just yet.
One, two, three bulky men guarding the door.
“Have fun, Jeon.” One of his teammates tells him through the earpiece. “We’ll leave this to you now.”
A smirk crawls its way to his lips at the free command. He looks down at you who’s glued to his side, already looking at him with pleading eyes. Without hesitation, he pushes you to the nearest wall and his lips crash onto yours. Your lips are just like how he had imagined them.
Soft and sweet.
Tastes like fucking sin.
He would kiss you all day but he can’t so he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow instead. He kisses you fervently and you try to match the intensity.
“Fucking hell,” he growls into your mouth. Your moans and whimpers, all, are swallowed by him as he continues to deepen the kiss.
Hands on his sturdy chest, you push back to gasp for dear air but Jungkook has you under his mercy - or the lack thereof - hence his hand roughly grips your hair, tugging at your scalp and places your lips where they are supposed to be; on his.
His tongue works its way to lick and nibble on your lower lip, trying to pry your mouth open for entrance. Hot, minty breath hits your face as if your body isn’t already feeling hot because of the man. Feeling a bit too feisty, your teeth catch his lower lip, biting it and drawing blood. He grunts out a curse.
But much to your surprise - and maybe a tad bit of dismay - he doesn’t pull back, instead, he takes it as an opportunity and invitation to slip his tongue inside of your warm mouth. His tongue vigorously explores your mouth until you are left with no room for tongue fighting for dominance - not like there are any before. He takes away your breath with just a kiss.
Fuck it, that’s far from a kiss. You’d call it devouring.
Jungkook doesn't do kisses.
He devours.
His hands leave your hair and down to trail your spine and finally rest on your arse. He takes his time fondling your fleshy keister that he had been eyeing for since he first laid eyes on you. Your arse fits perfectly in his palm like a perfect mould. Pulling his tongue out, a string of saliva follows suit. Jungkook takes his time to admire your fucked out face - merely from a kiss.
“I’m barely starting and you look like you’re ready to back out once I let go of you, love.” He taunts.
You glare at him through half-lidded eyes. If he is distracted, he would’ve missed it but he doesn’t. Your reaction only spurs his lust for you. You don’t even notice your dress is riding up, leaving your arse exposed. His calloused hands grip roughly on your bum.
Your glare doesn’t last long nor did you have the chance to bite back any remarks, not when his hands spread your arse cheeks and a slap is pressed on the right side of your bum.
A gasp leaves your throat.
He chuckles darkly. “This arse,” Spank. “Has been asking,” Spank. “To be imprinted red.” Spank.
He lands one final blow before his hands creep up to cup your clothed tits. He fondles them slowly and softly, eyes never leaving your breasts.
All while it lasts, his softness, before he pulls down your dress’s bodice rather roughly.
He immediately attaches his lips to one of your perky tits, lapping around the areola and your pebbled nipple. He distributes enough attention to your tits as his fingers play with your untouched boob. Simultaneously, he pinches your nipple and biting down the other, forcing out a cry and a string of curses to spill from your lips.
His soft lips pull away from your flesh, leaving a trail of wet kisses until he reaches your jaw and finally connects back to your lips for a kiss. You can feel his hard-on pressing on your abdomen and fuck if it doesn’t make you shiver just by feeling the enormous bulge.
Your hand makes its way to palm on his clothed hardness with an up and down motion. Your hand is getting bolder at each stroke over his dick. In a hasty movement, Jungkook pulls away from your lips and shoves you down on your knees, eye level to his crotch. His half-lidded eyes are dark with lust.
“Looks so good on your knees,” he praises. “At my mercy.”
He cups your chin, raising your gaze up from drooling over his bulge. “Want to fuck this pretty face, hmm?” Thumb sliding in your mouth as he presses it on your tongue, prying your mouth to open wide and slide out. “Will you let me fuck your mouth?”
“Fuck, yes.” You don’t miss a beat to give him full control and consent over your body, to ruin you, overall.
A growl reverberated in his chest at your eagerness. “So desperate for a cock, huh?”
“Your cock.” That seems to do wonders on him as a possessive glint swims in his eyes.
Jungkook is fast to undo his pants and free his throbbing member. His dick is massive, you wonder if it will fit your mouth. Veins are prominent around his thick length which makes you drool at the sight. Your hands reach to feel his angry red tip that is leaking with precum but he is quick to stop you.
“Hands behind, love.” He commands.
You do as he says.
He grazes his thumb on your bottom lip before cradling your cheek ever so softly. He tucks away a few strands of your hair that falls out of place. It’s weird how this man in front of you can be so loving and soft but in another moment;
He’s the beast.
Jungkook doesn’t waste the time plunging his thick length into your hot, velvety mouth. The sound that escapes his throat leaves your core gushing wet as he bottoms up, balls deep inside your mouth. You try to ignore your gag reflex - it would be good if he could fuck your gag reflex away too - as you take him whole, pressing your face further until your nose hits his pubic hair.
You can feel him deep in your mouth down to your throat. He keeps your head in place, his cock buried deep inside to the back of your throat. Your tongue swirls around the huge length.
Praises spill from his lips. “Fuck, taking my cock like a good girl, yeah?”
You moan in response. The vibration that follows elicits a deep moan from Jungkook. He pulls out of your heat only for the tip of his length to stay inside before he immediately pushes in everything. It becomes a repetitive cycle as he fucks your throat hard.
He grabs your head, controlling your movements like you’re nothing but a cocksleeve combining it all together with his hips thrusting into your heat.
“Gonna cum in this hot mouth,” he moans, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.
After a few slow but hard thrusts, he finishes in your mouth. His hot loads fill your senses as you try to take in everything he gives, like the good girl you are. You end up sucking him off, heads bobbing up and down to milk him dry. You wipe the cum that had slipped out from the corner of your mouth with your thumb, bringing it to the tip of your tongue.
Jungkook pulls you in for yet another kiss and just like before, you’re an utter goner.
He tastes himself on you as his tongue delves into your mouth. His hand brushes through your hair and sits still at the back of your neck to keep you in place.
A cry of pain escapes your throat when you feel a sharp object cut into the skin of your exposed thigh. You pull back - at least you tried to - but your effort is worse than futile. Jungkook sets an iron grip at the back of your neck just to keep you from pushing him away, all while he carves at the expense of your skin.
You bite down his lip until you feel the metallic taste on your tongue.
He pulls away, freeing you from his grip, but his expression is definitely not the one you thought he would be wearing after being bitten until his lip draws blood.
He is smirking.
His tongue licks the wound you left on his lip. Your gaze drops down to your bloody thigh, the one that he had carved his fucking initials on.
“It’s fun hanging out with you, love, but time’s up.”
He turns on his heels. “I’d love to fuck your pussy but I need to take your boss down first.”
Fucking, hell…
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ACQUAINTANCES!

Synopsis: Jungkook and you can only stand each other whenever you guys are fucking, well that’s what you guys thought initially.
Parings: fuckboy!jungkook x fuckgirl!reader
Genre: college au! fwb! e2l!
Warnings: smut!! Open ending, no confession. Rough sex, unprotected sex (pls wrap it) Smut with just a tiny bit of plot if you squint, reader is a squirter (sorry not sorry) daddy/mommy kink, cussing, blowjob, reader crying from pleasure, jk is a dirty talker, banter, a lot of bickering from both of them, cute fluff at the end for Valentine’s Day!
a/n: hai my loves, i disappeared for a while.. I’ve been really busy with school at the moment. But I wrote this short pwp for all of you as a valentines gift before I lag again.. I’m trying to write an actual f1 driver!jk fic right now so sorry if I’m not updating as much…. But anywho enjoy my little gift<3⭐️
“That’s my good girl, fuck." He plunges deeper into you, hitting your spot repeatedly. His hand lays on your head, pushing you down into the mattress, your makeup smudged from sucking his cock, and tears stream down your face.
“Right there, baby, that’s it.” Jungkook pounds into you from behind; your legs are shaking, trying so hard not to give out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his cock spreads your walls deliciously. “Agh fuck.” You moan loudly, your mouth hanging open, drool spilling out onto the white sheets.
You reach behind you, pushing him off you. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he watches your legs shake. Your breaths are heavy, and you are trying so hard to catch your breath. “Take it off.” You whine about the condom; you reach for Jungkook's cock and pull on the clear condom, taking it off.
“Want me to fuck you, raw princess?” Jungkook groans, grabbing the base of his cock, giving your pussy a few slaps with his length, making you clench over nothing. Jungkook uses one of his arms to pick you up and turn you around, your back pressed against the comfortable mattress. “Feels good, huh?” He asks as he slowly rubs your swollen, aching clit with his thumb. Jungkook watches your expression, your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes cloudy, trying so hard to keep them open, his hand reaching to your tear-stained cheeks, squeezing them, making your mouth form a kiss.
“What do you say?” Jungkook asks as you slowly nod your head. You were fucked dumb, and he knew that, which made him chuckle softly. He could tell from how you couldn’t even answer the question or even fight him for it like you usually do.
“Speak up; use your words, baby.” Jungkook smirks, giving your cheeks a light slap before squeezing them again. “Feels so good.” You slur, and you squeeze your legs together to relieve some of the tension your center is feeling. You have come four times now, and Jungkook none.
“Good girl.” Jungkook says before helping you sit up as he leans against the header, his hard laying on his stomach. Jungkook is packed, to say the least; even when he’s soft, you can see his imprint in his underwear.
It scared you at first when he pulled it out because, how the fuck was that going to fit in you? You swear you almost got up and left.
“That’s not going to fit.” You say, your pointer finger pointing at his thick length in his hand. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Jungkook chuckles, and you give him a glare back instead, showing that you are serious. “It’s going to fit; we’ll make it fit, baby.” He grins. "Plus, you can take four fingers; you’ll be fine.” He comes closer to you and says, "It’ll feel so good, I promise.” He whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your back.
You crawl your way to him, stopping between his legs; his eyes bore into yours. “You’re so pretty.” He compliments you, swiping his thumb on your bottom lip. “Fuck off, you just want your dick sucked.” You roll your eyes, grabbing the base of his cock. Your small hand, not even being able to wrap around his cock, always sent Jungkook a sense of pride to his chest.
“Gon’ suck daddy’s cock?” Jungkook moves your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “If you call yourself daddy one more time, I will bite your dick; don’t try me.” You glare up at him. "Well, isn’t she back? Not even five minutes ago, you were calling me daddy.” Jungkook chuckles at your expression. You looked hot with his cock inches away from your face, slightly twitching, waiting to be sucked.
You and Jungkook had history; to say the least, you both kind of hated each other. If it wasn’t because he said something you didn’t like, it was because he breathed a little too loudly around you.
Just something about his smug face looking at you and throwing snarky comments had you wanting to claw your acrylics into his skin. Which was something Jungkook loved; he loved watching you roll your eyes every time you saw him, and he absolutely loved it when you fought back with him.
You had no clue how you ended up throwing insults at him every five seconds whenever he would show up anywhere; you would say it was because he was a man whore. You heard from every girl on campus how good he fucked but left right after coming, or if they were lucky, he left before they woke up. But honestly, that really doesn’t matter now that you’re in his bed getting your guts rearranged almost every seven days of the week by him.
Jungkook doesn't hate you; he just loves challenging you. Plus, he thought the only way he could find himself talking and being closer to you meant arguing; he would take it. You are well known on campus as well; his friends warned him about you, but you were just his type. So who was he to throw out the possibility of having you in his bed?
You didn’t even know how you ended up becoming friends with benefits—something along the lines of a frat party, an angry make-out session, and sex in someone’s bed. Jungkook fucked you so good; you are hundred percent sure you passed out and saw stars.
What were strictly professional meetings? how you like to call them? Turned into sleepovers, hanging out, cuddling, and calling each other cute nicknames. You guys still fought; it was more like bickering now. What you both weren’t looking for was a catching feeling; it started as having sex whenever one of you was horny, but now you find yourself wanting to be with each other regardless if you guys’ had sex or not.
“Now I don’t want to suck your dick after you called yourself daddy; that’s such an ick.” You scrunch your nose, giving his cock a tug, making him bite his lip with a laugh.
“That’s an ick? Ick when you told me to call you mommy like a month ago.” Jungkook recalls making your eyes widen. “Stop, I was drunk.” You whine, rolling your eyes. “We both said we wouldn’t bring it up, plus I said it as in sugar mommy.” You try to explain yourself as Jungkook smiles down at you.
“Sugar mommy? I pay for everything, so just shut up." Jungkook chuckles, grabbing ahold of his cock, giving it a pump.
You only follow his movements with your eyes as your pussy oozes with your juices, your wetness dripping down your thighs. Jungkook presses his cock to your cheek before slapping it multiple times. “My favorite view—imagine this, but on my lock screen." Jungkook jokes, which makes you glare at him. “In your dreams.” You say.
“It’s definitely in my dreams,” he groans. Jungkook moves his dick to your lips before patting his length on them. “Open.” He orders, which you immediately do, taking his tip into your mouth.
"Agh,” he chokes in a moan as you suck on the swollen tip. You replace his hands with yours pumping in his shaft while you try to take as much as you can down your throat. “Fuck.” Jungkook throws his head back, and you bob your head up and down his cock.
“So big.” You breathe out before returning to bob your head at a fast pace. Drool accumulates in your cheeks, dripping down Jungkook's cock. “Don’t boost my ego more, baby.” Jungkook howls; his tattooed hand gets a hold of your head before pushing it down. You gag on his cock, but Jungkook doesn’t care as he continues to fuck into your mouth. “Aw shit, shit shit.” Jungkook moans with each thrust into your warm mouth.
Tears run down your cheeks as Jungkook uses your mouth. Your hands rest on his hip bones, tapping slightly whenever you need to breathe. “Right there, baby, that’s it.” Jungkook mumbles, his cock twitching in your mouth, meaning he’s close. Before he could come, he pulled your head off of him with a loud pop. Strings of saliva and pre-cum connect your mouth and his cock.
“Fuck!” Jungkook pumps his cock hurriedly, his eyes shut as strings of curse words leave his mouth. “Where do I come? Shit.” Jungkook moans, his abs flexing as his hips lift up with each thrust into his hand. “Tits.” You wipe your mouth, positioning yourself in front of him before he shoots strings of his sticky cum on your round boobs. “Ahh fuck.” Jungkook chokes on another moan, giving his cock one last pump.
His chest heaves as he tries so hard to catch his breath, peeking an eye open and seeing you on your knees with your tits adorned with his cum. You giggle at his state. “I think you just boosted my ego by putting ‘expert at giving head' in my resume.” You joke as his chest rumbles with laughter.
“The head game is strong. Who taught you that?” Jungkook asks, and an inch of jealousy pikes his chest as he thinks about you ever giving a blowjob to someone else that wasn’t him. “Myself, you can do so much with a dildo.” You flutter your eyelashes at him, running your hands down his chest. His cock twitches as he watches you lay back down on the bed, your legs spread open as an invitation.
“Have I told you how good of an idea it was to get this mattress? Yeah, this one is a lot nicer,” Jungkook says as he starts to hover over your much smaller frame. “Whenever we fuck, it doesn’t leave me with back pain,” he moans when he easily slides his cock in you from how wet you are, a sharp moan that leaves your throat.
“It's al- also comfy.” You moan between deep breaths as his cock hits your g-spot. “Yeah, yeah, whatever it’s comfortable to sleep on,” he chuckles as his eyes flutter shut when you clench around him, sending him deeper into you.
“Shit! tightest pussy ever.” His grip tightens on your thighs, which are pushed up by him. “Do you see how pretty your pussy looks being filled with my cock?” He motions to his length, buried deep inside you. The noticeable bulge on your tummy has him wanting to ram inside you without restraint.
He watches as you just hum with your eyes closed, “I said look.” Jungkook's hand gets a hold of your hair, pulling you upward, making you see his cock in you.
“I’m going to get a cramp because of you.” You moan as you watch his cock slowly slide out, making the bulge disappear before reappearing again when he slammed back, making your eyes shut with a scream. “You’ll be fine,” he laughs before slamming into you. The grip on your hair doesn’t loosen as your eyes vision is just his cock sliding in and out of your pussy over and over again.
“Open your eyes; come on, baby.” He gives your hair a little tug, making your eyes shoot open with your mouth wide open. “Fuck! Prettiest view, huh?” Jungkook's hips slam into you repeatedly.
“Ah, cramp,” you moan as he lets go of your hair, making you drop onto the mattress with a shake. His movements didn’t halt as he continued to fuck into you.
Jungkook holds onto your legs before powering into you. Your hands grip onto the sheets as the moans flow out of your mouth uncontrollably. Jungkook spreads your legs open before pressing his palm on your lower belly on his bulge, sending a sense of shock through your body. Jungkook feels your pussy tighten, which only meant one thing, “I’m going to squirt, oh fuck.” You rush out, trying so hard to push him off.
Jungkook found out you were squirted when he fucked you in the bathroom at a Christmas party. Your red skirt lifted up to your ass, and your Santa Claus hat held on for dear life with each thrust he slammed into you. You didn’t expect to leave the bathroom with a drenched shirt; you only laughed at his reaction.
Jungkook pulls out immediately, inserting three of his fingers in you before pounding them in and out of you. Your body spasms with each curl of his fingers inside you, sending spurts of liquid out of you with a scream. Your eye vision went blurry, and as your head went lightheaded from the immense pleasure you were feeling, your hands gripped so tightly on the sheets that they went white.
“Are you breathing?” Jungkook chuckles at your spent body on his bed. He gives your pussy a small slap before kissing your cheek. "Mhm,” you pout, closing your legs, which has him laughing before he stands up and makes his way to the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” You peek an eye open, watching him put on his boxers, his dick still hard from your guys previous activities. “I'm getting you a towel and clothes, princess.” Jungkook enters his bathroom, picking up a clean towel before making his way beside you.
“Let me clean you; spread." Jungkook taps on your thigh. You cover your face as he cleans you up. Small moans leave your mouth from the oversensitivity. You felt comfortable letting Jungkook do these things for you; even though they were super intimate, it didn’t feel wrong when Jungkook did it.
“All clean, let me help you put this on.” He motions to your pink panties you left a week ago in his house. Just thinking of Jungkook washing your underwear made your chest ache. "Up,” he says to your arms as he puts his black shirt over you.
“You didn’t come,” you say, looking at his erection. "It doesn’t matter; it’ll go away. Are you craving anything so I can DoorDash?” Jungkook skips over your question. “Wings..?” You pout as Jungkook picks you up and places you on the chair in his room as he changes the wet sheets for a new set.
“Order some; my phone is over there.” He points to his phone on the nightstand. Your heart skipped a beat. Not ever did one of your exes ever let you touch their phones, so for Jungkook to tell you to get his phone like nothing made your heart speed up, even if you both didn’t establish the boyfriend and girlfriend label.
Let’s just say you ended your night with wings in bed and a cute man cuddling with you all night until the morning.
yeah i know (you'll always stay) | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader
— genre: fluff, smut | college!au, boxer!jk, childhood friend!jk, friends to lovers
— word count: 4.3k
— warnings: harsh words, tattooed and pierced jk, too much use of the pet name 'baby', kissing, making out, markings (hickeys), fondling, nipple play, heavy petting, dirty talk, mentions of oral sex, implied penetrative sex, gguk gets a bit mean in the middle :c (dw it's only in the heat of the moment), all this happens in a public gym though no one is inside other than jk and oc
— summary: a boxing lesson with your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn when he decides he's had enough of your blabbering mouth.
— author's note: the summary is highkey meh and it's not a social media au pls dont be fooled by the pic.. hehehe. also it's my first time writing explicit smut so pls be gentle with me asdkdjksjd with that said i hope you enjoy! :)
masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

Jeon Jeongguk is annoying.
It’s the first time you’re back in the boxing gym he frequents after months vacating it, never setting foot inside the place in the time you were separated with your boyfriend. There have been many occasions where he encouraged you to come on your own and meet with his trainer — who is familiar with you too by now — but you never did. Something about feeling like you don’t belong there plays a big factor on why. The boxing gym is his setting, not yours.
Apparently Jeongguk thought your reasoning does not make any sense at all, taking your words too literally by saying the boxing gym is a public setting and anyone can train there as long as they pay for it. You had spent the whole drive to the gym bickering about this, both you and Jeongguk too stubborn to back down. When you reached the gym, he took the final words by pointing out that there are a few people inside the building, proving that it is a public setting. You had rolled your eyes as you took a seat in your usual corner, still ogling your boyfriend as he works out despite his being annoying earlier.
You think he’s done being annoying, but here he is doing exactly that by asking you to get off your seat and put on a pair of boxing gloves.
“You’re kidding, right?” You give him the stink eye as he gulps down water from his huge water bottle, chest still heaving from the exercise. You’re too busy staring at his post-workout state that you almost miss him shaking his head no at your question.
“But you just finished!” you blurt out.
He lifts an eyebrow (the one which used to be pierced, thank God it’s gone now), confused by the lack of relevance. “So?”
It’s irritating how he doesn’t see the connection and how he looks so unbothered about all of this. Even more so when he continues lifting his water bottle to his lips, now taking slow sips as he gives you a challenging stare, silently asking you to elaborate. You hate that you’re feeling a bit hot just from his stare alone.
Still, you try to maintain your annoyed expression, refusing to give in. “You’re done which means I’m gonna be doing this by myself which means I’m gonna embarrass myself in front of these people and I don’t want to do that,” you say in one breath. “So, no, I’m not going to put on the gloves, Jeongguk.”
“Who said you’re doing it alone?” Jeongguk smirks, reaching inside his duffel bag to pull out a set of clothes which he thrusts into your hands. “I’ll be your training partner. Go get changed.”
You open your mouth to voice out an objection, but he beats you before you can get anything out. “Go or I’ll do it for you right here.” The firm tone he uses means he’s serious, so you make your way towards the changing room with a huff. It’s not fair how easy he makes you do something, even when you try your hardest to refuse.
You come back from the changing room to an almost empty space, your boyfriend being the only other person in the room. He’s gotten rid of his boxing gloves, replacing them with the pads that are usually on his trainer’s hands. He’s also put on the protective head gear which hides most of his face, highlighting his big doe eyes behind it. But that’s not what you are focused on.
“Why the fuck are you sleeveless now?”
Your question gets answered with yet another smirk, this time with a shrug that’s too suspicious to not mean anything. “It’s hot, why else would I be sleeveless?” He then gestures to the boxing gloves, signalling for you to put them on. “Come on, I only booked an hour of private session. Can’t afford to waste any more time.”
You grab the boxing gloves in your hand, but before putting them on, you smack your boyfriend in the chest with it first. “You’re so annoying, you know that?” you hiss as he laughs, both of you knowing exactly why he chose to go sleeveless just now.
“You love it,” he says with a grin.
After that he starts protesting about the time again, urging you to put on the gloves so you can start already. It’s actually endearing how he booked a private session for you two so you don’t have to be self-conscious about your lack of skills in boxing in front of other people, but the way he keeps talking about it sours it a little bit. You know it’s because he doesn’t want to waste the money he has invested for the time, but still.
As it turns out, he was right to hurry you into starting, because you’re not good at any sports and so you learn really slow about it. You’ve lost count of how many times Jeongguk has to correct your posture and the way you punch, as well as taking your ill-powered jabs and missed hits. You’ve apologized probably a hundred times at this point.
“It’s fine,” he exhales, tired from holding his posture more rather than taking your hits, “at least now I can take this thing off, no way you’re gonna bonk my head when you can’t even hit the pads on my hands.” He’s talking about the head gear, which he takes off after he did so of the pads on his hands. “Go take five, babe. You still did great for a first-timer.”
You release a huge breath, not realizing that you’ve been holding it while you were exercising. You didn’t even do much yet you’re already sweating buckets, and it feels like no air is enough as you continue to inhale as much oxygen as you can into your lungs. It’s a wonder how Jeongguk can do this on an almost daily basis, with more power and accuracy than you just did. Your boyfriend might just be superhuman or something.
“How are you not — out of breath — like I am?” you pant, water bottle in hand. You can’t even take a sip because you’re breathing too hard. “Oh, wait. It’s probably — the sports bra you packed. Haven’t worn it since — high school.. yeah.. probably it.”
Jeongguk stares at your heaving chest as you continue struggle breathing, though you eventually manage to take a gulp of your water. His eyes don’t leave your figure even when you’ve stopped panting, making you raise an eyebrow in question. “What?”
He shrugs. “Maybe take it off if it’s making you hard to breathe?”
You scoff. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you.”
“I’ll take off my shirt in return.”
“HA! Nice try, Jeon.” You shake your head at him in disapproval. “Let’s continue so it can be over sooner.” You move to put the gloves back on but Jeongguk stops you, reaching for the gloves himself instead.
“Before we proceed, let me show you the correct technique first,” he says, walking over to the punching bag that you haven’t had the chance to use yet. He gives it a few jabs, jumps in place three times, then punches some more with increased speed. You don’t pay attention to his posture or punching techniques at all, instead choosing to stare at his flexing muscles that he chose to expose up to his shoulders today. You’re kind of grateful that the side that faces you is his tattoo-less arm, because if it had been his tattooed one, you’re not sure you can hold yourself from jumping him right then and there.
“Babe, come here and see how I punch so you can hit the pads correctly later,” he beckons you over, already getting into position to start punching again. You walk closer with your arms crossed in front of your chest, making sure to push it up a bit since Jeongguk made a comment about it earlier. He’s been distracting you with his arms for the past half hour, it’s only fair for you to try to do the same.
“Oh, you’re done showing off, I see,” you say in mock surprise. “We all know you’re just trying to get me to stare at your muscles. Honestly I don’t know why you’re still doing that, it’s obvious that I always stare and it doesn’t really affect me like that anymore.”
Jeongguk breaks his boxing stance, standing to his full height. His eyes glance at your pushed up chest for a second, making him let out a half chuckle half scoff. Then he takes off the boxing gloves while making eye contact with you, which you hold firmly because two can play at this game. He throws the gloves to the ground harshly.
“Let’s see if it really ‘doesn’t affect you like that anymore’.”
His takes the hem of his shirt in his hands, pulling it off his body in one quick move. The piece of garment suffers the same fate as his boxing gloves: thrown carelessly to the ground. You don’t break eye contact with him even as he reaches for the gloves again, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He doesn’t back down either, putting the gloves back on without taking his eyes off yours. You almost lost it because holy shit how can someone put on boxing gloves without even looking at it??
When the gloves are secured properly on his hands, he says: “Now let me show you what showing off is.”
Jeongguk then goes back to the punching bag, taking a stance in front of it once again before he starts punching, hard. Now that his upper body is void of any clothings, your eyes roam freely across his body, from his bulging bicep to the taut muscles of his back. From his shoulderblades, you go down his back until you reach his tiny waist. It’s the one thing that will always fascinate you about Jeongguk, how his wide shoulders come down to a waist that slim it’s almost unreal. Oh, he would look so good in a crop top.
As he continues his rapid fire at the punching bag, you can’t help but wonder about his front side, so you make your way around until you’re on his right side. His tattooed side. His inked arm looks even better when it’s flexing like this, and the newly-added colors seem to be dancing following the rhythm of his punches. Aside from his tattoos, you can also see the front of his torso from this side, his sweaty heaving chest the next destination your eyes land on. Then they come down to his taut abs, the firm lines forming an eight-pack instead of a six-pack like most people have. The way his whole body is taut from the sheer power of his punches makes you feel things that you have to hold yourself from tackling him down to kiss him senseless.
Jeongguk delivers one last punch to the punching bag with a resounding smack, making you break focus from your activities tracing your boyfriend’s muscles with your eyes. Breathing heavily, he catches your eyes and seems to just notice your change in position. His stare is still piercing, and the sound that comes out of his mouth when he says his next words almost sounds like a growl.
“One last thing.”
You thought he’s going to jab the punching bag for one last time, but he lifts a leg instead, giving a very hard kick to the poor thing. The power of his kick sends the bag and the frame shifting, it tears your gaze away from the way his thigh muscles flex. You can feel yourself getting damp down there as he approaches you while taking off the gloves before he chucks them at you almost angrily.
“Your turn,” he spits out harshly, eyes burning into yours. His harsh tone triggers you to feel as angry as he sounds, prompting you to shout your response at him: “Fine!”
Feeling a burst of courage along with your anger, you take the hem of your t-shirt and pull it off your body exactly like your boyfriend did earlier. It leaves you in the sports bra you haven’t worn since high school which has been restricting your breathing a bit, but you must admit it makes your boobs look good. No wonder Jeongguk can’t take his eyes off you now, even more so when you bend down to retrieve the boxing gloves he threw at you.
“You’re so fucking annoying,” you say through gritted teeth as you pull on the left glove. “So fucking irritating,” you continue pulling on the right one. “And so fucking infuriating.” You finish putting on the gloves, ready to punch anything now.
Instead of the punching bag, you go for Jeongguk’s chest. He looks a bit shocked at that, but remains composed as you continue hitting his chest while talking. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove here.” Another jab.
“I already said I always stare at you.” Punch.
“I already admitted how much I like your muscles.” A jab at his abs.
“How much I like your tattoos.” A shove at his tattooed shoulder.
“How much I love your body.” Another punch at his abs.
“What else, huh? Do you want me on my knees for you?” A shove at his chest with both of your hands.
“Okay, fuck, you’re hot! Smoking hot! So fucking hot I had to hold myself from kissing the fuck out of — mmph!”
Your sentence is cut off abruptly by Jeongguk’s hands gripping your jaw and him kissing you harshly like he wants to devour you whole. The way he presses his lips against yours is bruising, you’re sure your lips are gonna be swollen after this. You try to return his kisses with the same pace, but it’s proven a difficult task as he’s set an unforgiving pace to begin with.
When he bites into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, you cry out in pain as your hand comes up at his chest to push him away. Only then you both realize you’re still wearing the boxing gloves, making Jeongguk grunt unhappily.
“Fuck, take them off. Now,” he demands, lips going back after yours, not even giving you a chance to properly take the gloves off. You reach blindly for the strap, but are still unsuccessful even after almost a minute of trying. Jeongguk lets out a frustrated groan when he feels you slipping away from the kiss, pulling away from your lips to yank your gloved hands into his so he can take the damn gloves off already.
“Can’t even take them off without me,” he growls, his hands wrenching the gloves off your hands. “Do you need help taking your clothes off too? Huh?” He tugs you forward by the hips, lips connecting back with yours. This time he sucks on your bottom lip, a silent apology for the bite earlier. “You have no idea how hot you look in that bra, baby,” he whispers in between kisses and sucks. “So fucking sexy, I’d have you right here, right now.”
You can’t help but let out a moan at his words, feeling your legs shake. If there was a dampness in your underwear before, there’s definitely a wet patch on it now. It doesn’t help that Jeongguk starts kissing down your jaw to your neck, where his cold lip ring constrasts the warmth of his lips and mouth. He focuses on a spot where your shoulder meets your neck, and settles there with his tongue and teeth abusing your sensitive skin until it turns an angry shade of red.
While his mouth is busy up there, his hands find home on your waist, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your shorts to stroke the skin there. You’re so overwhelmed by all the sensory stimulations that you almost stumble when Jeongguk moves his legs forward. He notices that, so he puts his hands under your thighs to haul your body up before leaning your back against the wall so he can continue his assault on your neck peacefully.
One of his hands that was previously on your thigh moves to your ass, squeezing the round flesh and eliciting yet another moan out of you. You can feel his smirk against the skin of your neck, fully satisfied of your responses to his ministrations. Feeling that your neck is covered enough by various shades of red, he kisses his way to your shoulder as his hand that’s previously on your ass moves back up to slide your bra strap off the shoulder so he has plenty of room to work. You can feel yourself gush out more wetness down there.
“Baby, look at me,” he tells you, separating his lips from your skin for a moment. You try your hardest to open your eyes and look at him through your blurry vision. You could cry from how turned on you are right now. “Can you hold yourself up?” he asks.
You’re not sure, but you nod nonetheless. Holding your arms around his neck and crossing your legs around his waist, you steel yourself as he lets go of your thigh, letting the wall and his body alone supporting your weight. You thought it’s because he wants to hold your face with both hands when he kisses you again, but you thought wrong as you let out a whine of pleasure when his left hand comes in contact with your right breast. He holds it gently instead of squeezing like what he did to your ass, but what prompts the sound is the way his thumb rubs tight circles on your nipple through the fabric of your bra. He’s too attuned with your body that he knows your nipples are very sensitive when you’re turned on like this, even under layers of clothing.
“You like that, baby?” Jeongguk exhales, seemingly not faring any better himself. His thumb continues its movements on your chest while his mouth goes back to sucking bruises onto your shoulder. Too busy feeling both sensations, you fail to notice that his right hand has gone from your shoulder. It’s two seconds later that you almost slip off the wall as you let out a surprised whimper when two fingers of his suddenly press down on your soaked core.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” Jeongguk says breathlessly, starting to rub slow circles on your clit. You’re sure by now your underwear is far beyond ruined from how much wetness is coming out of you right now. But Jeongguk is not Jeon Jeongguk if not a menace.
“This is gonna make it worse, sorry baby,” he warns seconds before crashing his lips back on yours, the pace weirdly slow and sensual instead of harsh and passionate like earlier. You think nothing of it, accepting his kisses as how he gives them. But then he licks at your bottom lip, and the gasp you let out is used as an opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth. When his tongue meets yours, your suspicion is confirmed.
The fucker has a tongue piercing.
He’s been licking around your skin with that damn piercing on and you are too far gone in pleasure to realize. He continues to lick his way into your mouth, each swipe of the metal against your tongue making more wetness flow out of you. At this point, it’s a waterfall down there and you’re sure he’s aware because his fingers haven’t stopped their movement since starting it, instead going faster with the help of the added lubrication.
“What the fuck, Jeongguk?!” you manage to whisper-shout in between kisses. There are so many things you have to say to him regarding the newest addition on his tongue, but he gives you no chance as he speeds up the movement of his fingers on your clit. He alternates the pressure between hard and light to tease you, all the while swallowing your moans of complaint right into his mouth.
You feel the coil in your belly tighten rapidly with the way Jeongguk’s fingers don’t let up the pace, and you hurriedly grab his wrist to pull his hand away from your center. He’s way stronger than you, though, so the hand stays where it is and his fingers continue their assault on the bundle of nerves.
“Stop — stop — ! I’m gonna — cum — !” Your grip on his wrist tightens. “Jeong — guk! Please, don’t wan’t — to come in my pants — !”
“Oh, what’s that? You want to come on my tongue instead?” Jeongguk breathes out, his finger giving one last flick on your abused clit. You shudder, imagining the ball of metal on his tongue coming in contact with the most sensitive part of your body. “Hmm, you’d like that wouldn’t you, test out my new piercing as you sit on my face like it’s your personal seat?”
You don’t have the energy to respond, too busy getting oxygen into your lungs. Your core is still throbbing painfully after being denied the release it so badly needed (you denied yourself, so you can’t really blame anyone else), and it clenches around nothing when Jeongguk decides his taunting hasn’t concluded yet.
“Or I can continue what I was doing with my fingers, rubbing you as I insert a finger or two, feeling you gush out even more of your juices for me.” He goes back to kissing your neck pink and purple, moving to your other shoulder that’s still clean of colors. This time, though, instead of only letting your bra strap fall from your shoulder, he coaxes your arm out of the loop so he can pull down the cup part and letting your breast fall free. He wastes no time in rolling your nipple between his fingers, occasionally giving it a pinch. You can only whimper as a response.
His mouth moves downward when he deems your shoulder colorful enough, and before you know it, he has your nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. Even with his mouth full, he’s still determined to keep your core nice and wet for him by spewing more filthy words from between his lips.
“Or would you rather be bent over the bathroom walls as I pound you from behind?” His question sounds like a promise to your ears. “I remember that one time we did it in your shower and you came so much I thought you were going to pass out.” The image conjured up in your brain of the memory is vivid, you can remember the numb feeling in your legs after you both finished. Jeongguk had to carry you out of the bathroom because your entire body had felt like mush.
Apparently, you’re not the only one with vivid memories of that day, because Jeongguk shudders in your arms before he drops his face into the crook of your neck. “Ah, shit, I’m so fucking hard right now.” He pauses for five seconds. Then, “shower with me?”
“Only if you promise to put that fucking tongue piercing to good use,” you snap through your teeth, still reeling because your boyfriend now has a tongue piercing. “And bend me over. Slam me against the walls. I don’t care, just fuck me good.”
“Oh, baby, I’ll give you the best fuck of your life.”

Later, when you’re both done with your gym activities and back in your house, watching TV on your couch, Jeongguk makes a confession.
“It’s fake, you know. My tongue piercing.”
“What??” You stare at him with wide eyes, not believing him even the slightest bit. It felt real when it touched your tongue and your.. another sensitive area.
“No, not ‘fake’ like it doesn’t exist, but it’s not actually pierced to my tongue. It’s a clip-on,” he explains, sticking his tongue out before tugging at the metal, the piece of jewelry coming off his tongue without leaving any marks. You stare in awe at the ball now in Jeongguk’s hand.
“I looked up reviews online about tongue piercings, and actually still feel iffy about getting it pierced for real. Then I found this in one of the comments, and thought, why not try it, right?” He gives you a smile as he puts the clip-on piercing aside. “Besides, I know you’re not fully on board with this idea either, so I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do. But I see you liked it, huh? It felt good, right?”
“Well, yeah, I almost died,” you mumble, hiding your face in his shoulder. It’s crazy how different you both are compared to an hour ago when you were busy getting it on in the gym showers. You can feel your face getting hot at the memory of him bending your body over the cold walls as water streamed down from overhead. “Maybe keep it for after hours only?”
He laughs before kissing the top of your head softly. “I mean, it’s a great compromise,” he considers. “Besides, if I do get one, I wouldn’t be able to kiss you for, like, weeks. Who can go around without kissing for that long??”
It’s your turn to laugh as you cup his cheek, angling his head so you can slot your lips against his in a soft kiss. “Certainly not you, big baby.”
Jeongguk turns his body completely to face you, pulling you into his lap so he can continue pressing his lips against yours with soft sighs slipped in between. He sneaks his hands under your t-shirt and rubs circles onto your hipbones, pulling you impossibly closer to him.
“You wanna go again? I think I can go for a round two.”
“Hmm.. no, too tired.”
“I’ll put on the clip-on and let you sit on my face. You won’t even have to lift a finger.”
“Tomorrow, okay? I’m seriously really tired and could use a nap right now.”
“Alright, tomorrow.”
“Don’t pout, you baby, tomorrow I’ll ride your face and anything else you want me to do.”
“Mmh, kay, love you.”
“Love you too, now shush or I’ll throw the clip-on out.”

— a/n: thanks for reading! any feedbacks here would be greatly appreciated :D
trippin' over, gettin' lost on you | jjk (m)

— pairing: jk x f. reader
— genre: fluff, smut | college au, slight coffee shop au (?)
— word count: 12.4k
— warnings: pov change after the first part (its kinda obvious.. i hope), sleeveless jk, jealous jk, like really jealous, side character yoongi, cameo jimin and hoseok, they work tgt in a coffee shop, boxer!jk is back to his nature (he's boxing again, at last), cocky jk (but he's hot so its ok), usual banter between jk and oc, also banter between oc and jimin, mentions of cuts and bruises from boxing, references to the movie Real Steel, uhh what else i dont rmb anything else this thing is GIANT for me, smut in the form of: kissing, marking (hickeys), making out, an attempt at dirty talk, dry humping, cumming in pants, hint at unprotected penetrative sex at the end (don't do this!). [pls lmk if i missed smth]
— summary: a visit to the coffee shop you work at rewards jeongguk not only with a cup of coffee and a plate of brownie, but also with something else simmering deep in his veins. a challenge is issued, and all hell breaks loose.
— author's note: okay first of all full disclosure i started this in sept 2022 and just finished it today ^_^ i tried to edit it as best as i could, so if you see any mistakes, pls kindly... ignore... thank you... ^_^ that aside, i also feel the need to disclose that this is only my second time attempting to write smut so pls.. be kind.. hehe. okay! i hope you enjoy this absolute giant baby of mine!!
masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

There’s an advantage to knowing someone for years. Jeon Jeongguk can attest to this fact from first-hand experiences he’d had with you throughout the many years you both have known each other. He’s seen you cry after you almost drowned when you were ten and you’ve seen him throw up his breakfast after drinking skimmed milk when he was twelve, where both life-threatening experiences had been deemed not serious by young-you and young-Jeongguk who used both experiences as means to roast each other. (Though growing up, your hands automatically grabbed the whole milk carton when grocery shopping with him and he’s never let you go within a five-meter radius of a swimming pool without his supervision.)
Years of friendship with you has also given him the advantage of being familiar with your likes and dislikes, from trivial ones like how you don’t drink coffee because it upsets your stomach to more serious ones like the type of boys you would date in your teen years. He’s never had a problem with the former, instead using it as another mean to annoy you (“You can’t drink coffee? What are you? A child?”), but the latter had always bugged him for reasons unknown prior to his big epiphany a little over a year ago. (Spoiler alert: it was the first time he came home with piercings on his eyebrow and lower lip, when he tempted you into kissing him stupid.)
Now he’s confident that the type of a boy you’d date would be someone who is handsome, tall, has a great smile and tattooed bulging biceps on the side. Add a lip piercing (and a fake tongue one!) as well and he’s sure you’re never going to look at other boys ever again. If you do, well, he’d just make the piercing on his tongue a permanent one, even though that means he wouldn’t be able to kiss you for weeks after. But as said earlier, he’s confident that you only have eyes for him alone.
With that same confidence, Jeongguk struts through the glass door of the coffee shop you’re working at for the summer, going up to the counter with a grin painted on his features. Said grin goes unnoticed by you, though, as you’re busy taking the order of the person in front of him. His lips stay tilted upwards as he watches you work, writing the customer’s name on the cup with your big, round, cute handwriting. Only when you’re done taking the order and the customer’s cup has been given to your coworker do you notice his presence, eyes lighting up at the sight of him.
“Hi, what can I get you today?” you greet him in your customer-service voice and smile like you do any other customer that has come before him. Jeongguk gives you an amused smile, making you chuckle as you key in his order even before he says it himself. He eyes the small screen in front of him that displays his usual choice of beverage, making a sound to stop you from ringing him up.
“Actually,” he says when you hum in question, “could you add milk to that? Make it a latte?”
“You want a latte?” you emphasize the last word, making sure you didn’t hear him wrong. “Like, with milk and foam on top?”
“Uh-huh,” Jeongguk confirms, leaning his elbows on the counter to stare at you as you change his order from an americano to a latte. “Can I also order you on the side? Look too good not to be devoured,” he adds, a sleazy smirk on his lips.
You scrunch up your face at his innuendo, his words hard to believe when you’re wearing a murky brown apron and a matching cap on your head. “I’m adding a brownie,” you deadpan. “That would be seven dollars.”
“You don’t want anything?” Jeongguk asks as he straightens up, hand reaching for his wallet to take out his credit card. “No coffee though, babe.”
“Nope, I’m good,” you answer as you accept the card Jeongguk hands you, swiping it through the card reader. “Yoongi said I can try the new menu in large for free! I’m saving calories for that so no sugar allowed for now.”
His forehead creases upon hearing the new name. “Yoongi? Who’s Yoongi?”
“Him,” you tilt your head towards a mint-haired guy who’s busy making all the drinks, hands skillfully moving from one cup to another. It’s a wonder how he doesn’t spill even a drop of liquid. “I’ll introduce you later but now you have to move, there’s a line. Shoo.”
Jeongguk gives you a playful pout as a protest but complies with your request to move, sliding down to the pick up counter as you greet the next customer in line. There are two people lined up after him, barely a line like you made it sound like, but he figures because it’s an hour before closing that you consider any amount above one person a line. He also notices that you and the mint guy (Yoongi, was it?) are the only ones manning the counter, so it’s not like you have any spare time to deal with him given the amount of work that has to be done.
“An iced latte and brownie for Jeongguk!” Mint guy shouts as he slides the drink and dessert on the counter, lingering for a second when he sees Jeongguk’s hands reaching for his order. Mint guy’s gaze trails up his arms to his face, eyes meeting Jeongguk’s confused ones. Recognition bleeds into his cat-like eyes as his mouth forms into an O shape.
“Kiddo’s boyfriend?”
The low baritone of his voice is unexpected, though that’s not the only thing throwing Jeongguk for a loop. ‘Kiddo’? He has a nickname for you??
Mint guy—Yoongi!—doesn’t take his lack of response personally, instead opting to turn around and talk to you who have just finished taking orders from the customers. Jeongguk can’t hear what words you and Yoongi are throwing around, but from the way you glance at him, it looks like the mint-haired guy is just trying to confirm the answer to his two-worded question directed at Jeongguk earlier.
Your response to Yoongi’s inquiry makes the guy give you double pats on your cap-covered head, triggering a laugh to come out of both of you. While Yoongi’s laugh looks like he’s teasing you good-naturedly, yours looks like a shy one if the pink dusting your cheeks are any indication. It prompts a scowl to appear on Jeongguk’s handsome visage, furrowed brows and clenched jaw. It is not in your nature to get shy.
As much as he wants to stay rooted to the pick-up counter to keep you and Yoongi in his close watch, he has to move his ass somewhere less crowded to avoid getting eye-fucked by the girl next to him who has been staring at his tattoos for the past five minutes. Prior to dating you, anyone who displays interest in his tattoos would make pride swell in his chest, an ego-booster guaranteed to make his day a thousand times better. He used to subtly flex whenever he caught someone looking at his sleeve tattoos, an equally subtle wink on the side if that someone is a girl he found attractive. But after dating you, he realizes that the only attention he wants (and matters) is yours. Now anyone staring at his tattoos with the intention of flirting or getting in his pants just makes him shiver in disgust.
Though, in this particular instance, Jeongguk admits it’s his own fault by showing up to the coffee shop in a sleeveless shirt. It wasn’t intentional, he just grabbed anything within reach when he packed for the gym earlier in the day, but the way he left his hoodie in the car is definitely intentional. He thought he would give you a distraction surprise by baring his sleeve when you’re working, but you seemed unaffected even when he leaned on the counter to flex his muscles. Which is weird, considering you never missed any chance to ogle his inked bicep whenever he’s boxing.
As Jeongguk plops a small piece of brownie into his mouth, he just realizes that your roles are reversed now, with you doing your thing and him doing the staring. His eyes never leave your figure as you ring up three more customers since he sat down, transferring plastic cups onto Yoongi’s never-ending queue of orders. He watches as you take the last two cups by yourself, re-reading the order before moving to grab the ingredients needed for the drink. Your hands don’t work as fast as Yoongi’s, the muscle memory not yet settling in, but Jeongguk can tell that your help is appreciated by the way the mint guy smiles at you while patting your shoulder.
When the orders are all done, you go up to the glass door to flip the sign so it shows the Sorry, we’re closed! side. A glance at the clock tells him that it is thirty minutes until closing time, meaning thirty minutes until you can get out from behind the cashier and into his waiting arms. He hasn’t seen you all day today and all he wants to do is kiss you breathless the second you get rid of that horrendous apron and cap. Jeongguk starts counting down from the thirty-minute mark, hoping time would tick by faster.
Behind the counter, Yoongi is still busy making one more drink while refusing your offer to help. It’s weird seeing your kindness being offered to someone that isn’t him, but Jeongguk supposes this time it’s strictly work-related as he knows Yoongi has been making all the drinks (except the last two that you did) ever since he sat down with his order. Though, it seems like the drink in his hand is not an order at all, because he gives the plastic cup to you instead of putting it on the counter for a customer to take. There’s an almost childish grin on your face as you sip on the drink, eyes lighting up as you shoot Yoongi a thumbs up. After you exchange some more words with Yoongi, Jeongguk watches as you skip happily to his table with your drink in hand.
You place said drink next to his cup of latte on the table before your hand reaches for his drink to steal a sip. “I just have to clean up and wait for everyone to leave, then we’re good to go.” You steal two more sips of the latte just because you can.
“Okay, babe, but I still want my latte, you can put it down now,” Jeongguk chuckles, watching you do as he says with a guilty smile on your face. But then your hand takes the little spoon that came with the brownie to cut a sizable chunk from his half-eaten treat, quickly plopping it into your mouth. “Finish your brownie so I can take the plate away to wash it.”
“Are you just here to steal all of my food?” Jeongguk jokes, no menace behind his words as he reaches up to thumb away a stray piece of brownie from the corner of your lips. “And you said you didn’t want anything when I offered earlier.”
“I didn’t,” you confirm, “stealing from you is just too hard to resist.”
Jeongguk would’ve continued the banter if not for Yoongi calling your nickname from behind the counter, signalling for you to get back to your job.
“Boss calls,” you say, sneakily stuffing some more brownie into your mouth. “Should get back. Bye!”
“He’s your boss?” Jeongguk asks incredulously, glancing at the mint-haired guy who’s still busy moving around behind the counter. “That young guy is your boss??”
“Yeah, I’ll explain later,” you wave your hand dismissively, turning to leave. “Don’t steal my drink!”
In true Jeongguk fashion, of course he steals a sip from your drink. He does it just to be petty that you won’t explain anything about Yoongi, but he’s also curious what the new menu tastes like. He doesn’t remember seeing any banner for a new menu when he entered the shop earlier, so he’s guessing it hasn’t gone on sale yet.
He scrunches up his face the moment the drink touches his taste buds, tasting the bitterness of coffee among the layers of other flavors. It’s not as strong as the americano he usually has, but he can still feel it linger even after he swallowed the drink. Definitely not the type of drink you’d order on your own, though, so why were you so excited to try this new menu?
Looking around the shop, Jeongguk’s gaze falls on Yoongi. You did say he was your boss, didn’t you? Could it be that this free drink is just a plot to use you as a guinea pig for his experimental weird recipes, knowing that you can’t refuse your boss? Was that why he refused your help earlier? So he could make the drink taste as bizarre as it is right now?
His eyes continue following your and Yoongi’s figures behind the counter, squinting them in distaste whenever he sees you laughing at something the mint-haired guy said. Your smile, your lowered gaze, your shy demeanor, all remind him of a feeling he thought he had buried a long time ago—the same feeling he got whenever you got a boyfriend in your adolescent years. Suddenly, Jeongguk feels fifteen all over again—a clueless doe-eyed boy who donned t-shirts in every color of the rainbow every day of the week and strutted like he owned the school just so you can see that he was cool, only for you to deny him of a Sunday together.
Those years have become a core memory for him that it inspired him to get one of his tattoos: Rather be dead than cool, because he realized the way to your attention was not by being cool, it was by just being himself. (Yes, the ‘him’ who showed up unannounced at your doorstep after two years and ended the day with you on his lap stealing all the breath straight from his lungs.)
Anyways, all of that doesn’t matter because currently, your eyes are not on him but on your mint-haired boss who’s busy grinning while washing some equipment. Why are you both smiling so much around each other? Do you have some kind of inside joke that’s so funny you can’t stop laughing? What is so pleasing about Yoongi’s presence that you keep beaming at him?
Jeongguk chews the straw of your drink in anger, not realizing that he has inhaled almost half of the cup’s content despite claiming that he hates the taste. Sipping on your drink has become an afterthought as he was busy analyzing how wide your smiles are while working with Yoongi and how friendly the shoulder and head pats you give each other are. It’s sickening.
Eventually, everyone else in the coffee shop left and you’re in front of him once again to get rid of the brownie plate from his table, whining when you see the half-empty cup in Jeongguk’s hand even as you’re chewing the rest of his brownie in your mouth. Fair trade, he says as you walk away with the plate and spoon in hand.
Not even five minutes has passed since you left his table, yet Jeongguk feels tired of being patient, taking your and his coffee cups in each hand before coming up to the counter. It seems like Yoongi senses his presence, because he looks up from the calculator app on the tablet in front of him to give Jeongguk a curious glance. Their eyes meet for a split second before Jeongguk moves his gaze past Yoongi’s shoulder to you, who’s still busy wiping down the counter. A knowing smile curves on Yoongi’s lips.
“Hey, Kiddo,” Yoongi turns towards you, the nickname still irritating to Jeongguk’s ears. “I’ll finish closing up, you can go. Great work today.”
“No it’s okay, I can help you mop the floor after I’m finished with the counter.” You don’t even look up as you wave him off, oblivious to Jeongguk’s presence and his increasing impatience in front of your boss. He clears his throat comically loud, making you turn around to see a frown etched on your boyfriend’s face and Yoongi tilting his head towards him with a small, almost teasing smile on his face.
“Oh.” You pull your lips into a thin line. “Okay then. Sorry about him, Yoongi.”
“No worries, Kiddo.”
Yoongi’s nonchalant response is laced with a chuckle, which for some reason, upsets Jeongguk even more than the nickname he keeps calling you by. Is Yoongi not scared of him? Of his tattoos, of his muscles? Is he not intimidating? Can’t he feel the piercing stare Jeongguk keeps giving him ever since he walked into the coffee shop?
“You.” Your stern voice tears his hot gaze away from the mint-haired guy, whose focus is back on the calculator on his tablet to count the sales they made today. “I’ll clock out first then we can go. Please don’t do anything weird in the five minutes that I don’t have my eyes on you.”
Jeongguk follows your figure with his eyes until you disappear into the backroom, leaving him alone with Yoongi. Yoongi, the guy with the mint hair, whose surname he doesn’t even know, who is your boss that strangely have an endearing nickname for you. Things that stream steady questions into his head, about your initial meeting with Yoongi to the extent of your relationship with him. It’s the nickname he can’t seem to shake off of his mind, the way it rolls easily off Yoongi’s tongue, as if he’s been calling you that for years. Has he known you for years like Jeongguk has? Been through near-death experiences with you like Jeongguk has? Has he deserved the right to call you by a nickname like Jeongguk has?
“You can stop shooting daggers at my head, you know,” Yoongi’s low drawl almost makes Jeongguk think that he’s talking to himself, but the sentence is clearly directed at him. The older guy finally looks up from his tablet to look at Jeongguk in the eyes for longer than a second, no coffee orders to complete to interrupt their interaction this time. “Kiddo’s boyfriend, Jeongguk, right?”
As Jeongguk gives a nod to confirm Yoongi’s question, a hand is extended towards him to complete the introduction. “I’m Yoongi, Kiddo’s coworker-slash-boss.”
Jeongguk grips Yoongi’s hand with more strength than necessary, unintentionally flexing his muscles too. He thought that would be enough to tell Yoongi that Jeongguk is your boyfriend and he has no business being so friendly with you, but Yoongi only glances at his tattooed arm before letting go of his hand with a comment about how strong his grip is.
“Thanks, I do boxing,” Jeongguk mutters curtly, upset at the degree of nonchalance Yoongi is showing. He starts glancing at the door to the backroom where you currently are, wishing you would emerge right this second so he can go and doesn’t need to face Yoongi’s mint hair ever again.
“Yeah, Kiddo might have mentioned that a few times, just like she won’t shut up about your sleeve tattoos,” Yoongi says, going back to his tablet. “I used to box too, by the way.”
If you asked Jeongguk what Yoongi used to do, he wouldn’t be able to answer at all as he chooses to focus on the part where Yoongi said you won’t shut up about his sleeve tattoos and tune out the rest of his sentence. “My tattoos? What about them?”
“She said you have tons. Shoulder to fingertips. That’s how I recognized you when giving your order,” Yoongi answers lightly, which piqued Jeongguk’s interest even further. Wouldn’t it be fun to use this coworker-slash-boss of yours to get information about what you’ve been saying about him at work? What else does Yoongi know about him other than he does boxing and has a sleeve tattoo?
“Really? Does she gush about how hot they are to you, too?”
It’s not a question meant to be answered, its sole purpose to show off that you indeed gush to him about how hot his tattoos are. Though, if one thinks about it, why would Jeongguk need to boast to Yoongi about the compliments you give him about the strokes of ink on his arm? What business does Yoongi have knowing about it?
Yoongi seems to be unaware of Jeongguk’s inner dilemma as his face breaks out into a grin. “I think she’d be mad at me if I told you half the things she gushes to me about you.”
So you do gush about how hot his tattoos are to Yoongi. Interesting.
The fact that Yoongi insinuates there’s more to that is both endearing and terrifying to Jeongguk, because while he’s giddy that you talk about him with other people with so much enthusiasm, too much of it could end up in you sharing something about him that you should not have. Not to mention you’re sharing it with your boss, someone you should keep at an arm’s length when it comes to sharing about your significant others. One wrong move and he could use it against you.
Jeongguk is just about to ask Yoongi to elaborate further on his statement when you step out of the backroom, now out of the murky brown cap and apron and in a white t-shirt that looks like it belongs to Jeongguk. All thoughts of Yoongi knowing all sort of things about him evaporates right away, his mind focusing on how cute you look instead. If only Jeongguk doesn’t know basic human decency, he’d pull you by the waist to taste the mouth he’s been deprived of for the whole day, not giving an ounce of care about your boss watching the whole thing.
No, he’s a good boyfriend so he opts to pull you by the shoulders instead, letting your arms go around his waist before squeezing you in his arms. The kiss he drops on your cheek is chaste yet lingering, like he wants to let you know just how much he missed you. You tighten your arms around him in return, wordlessly saying the same thing back.
“Ready to go?” Jeongguk mumbles into your hair, not yet letting go of the hug.
“Ye—oh, wait!” You pull your face away from its initial position on Jeongguk’s chest. “You haven’t met Yoongi yet.”
“We did, Kiddo,” Yoongi waves you off. “You’re free to go. Your boyfriend here has been waiting long enough.”
“No,” you say, pulling away from Jeongguk’s hold. “I mean I haven’t introduced you two properly.” You gesture to the both of them back and forth as you say their names. “Yoongi, meet my boyfriend, Jeon Jeongguk. Jeongguk, meet my boss, Min Yoongi. His family owns this coffee shop.”
“That’s what you mean by proper?” Jeongguk says to you as he takes Yoongi’s hand for the second time that day, regular grip this time because you’re watching his every move like a hawk. “I didn’t know you own the shop. Nice place,” he nods to the older guy, releasing his hand.
“Thanks. It’s my dad’s, though. I just help from time to time,” Yoongi shrugs.
“You ‘just help from time to time’ but willing to dye your hair mint in honor of the new menu.” You nudge his elbow playfully. “Speaking of the new menu, did you finish the whole cup, Jeongguk? I’ve only had a few sips.” You frown as you bring the cup to your eye level, examining just how much of it is left. It’s an exaggeration, obviously, as the cup in your hand is still half-filled. But Jeongguk plays along, saying the reason why he inhaled your drink is because he’s tired from having just gone back from boxing.
“You have your own latte,” you point out, finally taking a much-deserved sip from your free drink. It still tastes okay, so you stop grilling Jeongguk about stealing your drink (even though you kinda stole his too, in the middle of your shift nonetheless.) “Oh, and did you know Yoongi also—”
Yoongi clears his throat loudly before you can finish your sentence. You look up from your drink, alarmed, afraid you might have said something wrong. Your eyes meet Yoongi’s and he gives you a tiny shake of his head, one Jeongguk doesn’t notice because he’s busy taking sips from his own cup of latte. (And because he’s more focused on you than Yoongi.)
“He knows, I told him I used to box too,” Yoongi says.
“You did? I didn’t catch it,” Jeongguk averts his eyes from you, turning to look at Yoongi. “Wanna have a match? I could use an opponent for my session tomorrow.”
“I said I used to, Kid,” Yoongi re-emphasizes on the two words. “I have a shoulder injury. It’s healing, but I still shouldn’t do too much to it.”
“Oh come on, I’ll go easy on you.”
“Jeongguk!” A slap lands on his bicep courtesy of you.
“What? He said it’s healing!”
It’s only now that Jeongguk witnesses the exchange between you and Yoongi using only your eyes, yours looking frantic while Yoongi’s looking as cool as a cucumber. Maybe he should dye his hair a shade of green resembling a cucumber rather than a mint.
After watching you and Yoongi have a silent conversation for a minute, Jeongguk lets out a sigh as he takes the final sip from his latte. “It’s okay, babe, I was just kidding. It’s fine if Yoongi doesn’t want to have a match with me.” He throws the empty cup into a trashcan nearby. “It just means that he backs down easily from a challenge.”
You physically face-palm at his sentence, missing the way Jeongguk throws a challenging smirk Yoongi’s way. The older doesn’t seem fazed at all, instead letting a small smirk take over his features as well. “That’s not a really nice thing to say to someone you’ve just met,” he drawls.
Jeongguk shrugs. “Just stating the truth.”
“Jeongguk, please stop,” you whine from behind your hands, still facepalming because you don’t want to become a witness in case this coffee shop becomes a crime scene.
“Alright, I’ll have a match with you,” Yoongi says finally, tone resolute. You peek out from the cocoon of your hands, glancing back and forth between your coworker-slash-boss and your boyfriend who are having a staring contest, both refusing to back down. “Tomorrow after my shift works? Kiddo here can take the same shift so she can watch us too.”
“Sure,” Jeongguk agrees without a pause. “It ends at three, right?”
“Yep.”
“Cool. See you then.”
Then Jeongguk puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away from the counter to finally go take you home as it’s the reason he came here in the first place. You hastily give your coworker a wave goodbye over your shoulder, getting a wave back accompanied with a laugh. Jeongguk uses the opportunity to steal yet another sip from your drink.
“Stop it! You’re gonna finish it all!”
“What even is it? It tastes really weird.” Jeongguk scrunches up his face.
“It’s mint mochaccino, you ass.” You pull the cup away from him, who chases the straw with his mouth while grinning wide. “Stop or I won’t kiss you until tomorrow morning.”
“Always withdrawing kisses when I need them the most,” he pouts, retreating from your drink to let you finally finish the cup yourself. “Can I kiss you in the car or should I wait until we get home?”
(Does not matter what you answer is, because he grips the back of your neck in the car to make out with you for five minutes, and then finish what he started in the safety of his room, under the blankets.)

“Are you sure you want to fight with Yoongi later?”
You and Jeongguk are back in his car, on the way to the coffee shop for you to start your shift and for Jeongguk to get his americano to kick off the day. His nod to your question is firm.
“Yeah. My coach said it’s good to train with an opponent sometimes.”
“You could’ve fought with your coach instead, then,” you point out.
“True, but—” Jeongguk tilts his head, sucking in a breath. “He’s the one who trained me, so he knows my fighting style and pattern. It’s good indeed, but it’s missing that element of fun.” He drums his fingers against the steering wheel. “Besides, I want to know what your Yoongi is made of.” He casts a glance at you to see your reaction.
“What ‘my’ Yoongi, what are you talking about …” You heave a sigh, massaging your temple. It’s not even 9 AM yet but you can already feel a headache coming. Sometimes you wonder why you’re willing to date this childhood friend of yours, knowing all of his flaws and bad habits like this. Though it’s given you the advantage of being able to read between the lines of his actions, often you wish he’d just say things outright without you having to dig it out of him.
“You know, the Yoongi you work with? The Yoongi who gives you head pats? The Yoongi who has a nickname for you?” Jeongguk’s tone gets more annoying near the end of his sentence, almost as if he’s trying to get a certain reaction out of you.
“The Yoongi who owns the cafe I work at, which is the sole source of income I have?” you reply instead, refusing to give in to Jeongguk’s silent provocation. “Also, the Yoongi who used to box. I think you should keep that in mind when you fight him later.”
“Yeah, yeah. Bet he wasn’t even that good.”
You manage to arrive at the cafe unscathed, only losing a tiny piece of sanity because your boyfriend couldn’t keep his mouth shut about Yoongi and his non-existent boxing skills (Jeongguk’s words, not yours.) It doesn’t help that the Yoongi in question is already standing behind the register, greeting you with a smile and throwing a lopsided smirk your boyfriend’s way. You don’t like the thick tension between them at all so you quickly slip into the backroom to let Jeongguk be a big boy for once and order his own americano for the day.
Stepping out of the backroom in your mandatory work apron and cap, you’re kind of relieved when you see the shop is still intact, not thrown upside down courtesy of your boyfriend and his inability to control his strength (and emotion) in the face of a threat (read: Yoongi.) Upon seeing you, Jeongguk pushes himself off the counter he’s leaning against before reaching for your waist despite your boss standing just a few feet away. The cup of americano on the counter tells you that you took too long in the breakroom, which if anyone asks, you’d justify with adjusting your work attire. In reality, you just don’t want to face your boyfriend and the sour look he has whenever he so much as glances at your boss.
“You can always cancel the fight with Yoongi, you know,” you murmur, biting your bottom lip in worry. “You could hurt him, he could hurt you … it’s not ideal.”
“Hmm.” Jeongguk purses his lips. “What’s not ideal is your boss having a nickname for you.” There he goes again, always having something to say about Yoongi. “Aside from it being highly unprofessional, it’s also inappropriate since you have a boyfriend and that is me. Jeon Jeongguk. I am your boyfriend.”
“Jeongguk, he knows,” you groan, fed up with the back-and-forth about this whole Yoongi thing. You don’t even know why your boyfriend is so threatened by the older guy when he’s a whole lifetime ahead of him. “It’s not even a nickname. You’re just seeing what you want to see.”
Jeongguk’s reply never makes it out of his mouth as he’s interrupted by Yoongi clearing his throat, making you both look at him tapping on his wrist to signal the time. It’s a reminder that you’re here to work, not to continue the argument that sparked in the car. Your boyfriend rolls his eyes at your boss, sharing a hard stare with him before deciding to do something one should not do in front of their boss: dip down to kiss you, using your surprised gasp as a way to slide his tongue inside your mouth. In the five seconds he manages to tangle his tongue with yours, you completely missed the sound of the glass doors opening and the low whistle that came after, along with Yoongi’s chuckle and greeting to the person who just came in.
Shoving Jeongguk away by your hand on his chest, you try to cover your burning face with your other hand as an attempt to save your dignity in front of Yoongi, though you doubt it’s working at all. Jeongguk licks his lips then winks at you, squeezing your waist in his grip before stepping back to grab his cup of americano, now full of condensation sliding off the plastic cup. He takes a sip to taste test before scrunching up his nose.
“Could’ve been better,” he sneers, making you glare. “Alright, I’ll let you get to work. See you later, babe.” Then, after a second, turns to Yoongi to add: “you too.”
When Jeongguk disappears into his car, you put your head in your hands and let out the loudest groan known to man. “I’m sorry, Yoongi.”
The mint-haired guy only gives you a gummy laugh, eyes turning into crescents as he shakes his head. “Your boyfriend is really something, Kiddo,” he muses. “A really … fun early morning entertainment, you could say.”
“Entertaining it was!” You hear the voice first before you see the person, the one who must’ve come in when you were rather preoccupied with your boyfriend. Park Jimin, your other coworker, slides behind the counter in a brown apron identical to yours and Yoongi’s, just minus the cap. Good, that means he doesn’t have a bad hair day today and can take the position at the register instead of you. You could use some more time to learn to make the drinks, anyway.
“Didn’t know you and your boyfriend were such exhibitionists, Kim,” Jimin taunts you, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. “Although, if my boyfriend were that hot, I would have wanted to exhibit him too…” He purses his lips in an exaggerated manner of faux thinking, obviously trying to rile you up. “Lucky you, Kim.”
“Shut up, Park,” you seethe through your teeth, slapping him with a dish rag while he cackles happily. “We’re not exhibitionists. You just have terrible timing.”
“Oh, it was perfect I’d say, just in time to catch sight of his tongue going into your mouth—”
“JIMIN!”
When Jimin continues making fun of you by making gross kissing sounds, you turn to Yoongi for help. As the oldest amongst you three, he must have a sound solution to get Jimin to stop making those awful sounds and put you out of your misery. Although, your trust in him is probably misplaced as Yoongi just chuckles and tells you something your own mom would tell you whenever you’re telling on Jeongguk: “Just ignore him, Kiddo.” The sacred word of ignore. “Go prepare the breakfast pastries now.”
So much for sound solution.

You go about your shift as usual, with Jimin manning the register like you planned to. Time goes by quickly when you’re busy working (and when your coworker is Park Jimin) that you didn’t realize it’s almost time for your shift to end. You glance at the line in front of Jimin and see that there are still three more people he needs to serve, while you and Yoongi still have about five tickets to finish before you can clock out and leave. Scratch that, might be eight tickets to go considering the workers who have their shift after you aren’t here yet. It’s gonna be a while before you can see your boyfriend and be a witness to an unnecessary fight between him and Yoongi.
“Hey, Kim, where’s your boyfriend? Didn’t you say he was gonna pick you up from work?” Jimin nudges your elbow when he finishes taking one customer’s order, sliding a plastic cup into the queue in front of you. “I want to see just how hot he really is,” he continues while wiggling his eyebrows.
Before you can slap the guy with your dish rag again—it’s looking more like your weapon rather than a cleaning tool at this point—Yoongi pipes up from his position in front of the sink. “Just look for someone with a tattoo sleeve. He loves brandishing it.”
“Ooh, a hot guy with tattoos,” Jimin whistles. “Add some piercings and I might steal him away from you.”
“Jimin, quit drooling over my boyfriend,” you sigh, taking the next cup in line as your coworker turns back to the register. He’s already starting to greet the next customer when you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, sliding next to him to brew the espresso needed for the order you’re making. “He has one on his lip, but he’s mine. Note that, Park,” you whisper to him while he’s keying in an order, earning a light chuckle from the man.
“He’s just messing with you, Kiddo, don’t mind him,” Yoongi chuckles from beside you, eyeing Jimin whose focus is currently on the cup he’s scribbling a customer’s name on. “He has his eyes set on someone else already.”
“Gossiping, aren’t we?” Jimin turns to you and Yoongi with a sleazy smile. “Careful now, unless you want Hoseok to know about your hot boyfriend too, Kim.” He gestures to the glass doors, where Hoseok from the next shift just walked through. He’s a great guy, but you’ve only shared a couple shifts with him, so you think you haven’t got to the point of sharing about significant others.
With the mention of Hoseok, you and Yoongi move to finish the orders you have left before handing over the shift to the aforementioned man. When all your orders are done and you’re ready to head to the backroom, you turn to ask Jimin to go with you only to find him still rooted in front of the register. “Jimin, you’re not going?”
“Oh, I’m actually covering for Eunbi.” Jimin shrugs, sliding a cup into Hoseok’s line of orders. “Go, Kim. Have fun with your boyfriend,” he grins, sending you a teasing wink.
Hoseok, a clueless witness, looks at the both of you with a scandalous stare. “What, what, what did I miss? Why are you winking like that, Park Jimin?” he says, urging Jimin to elaborate while pouring drinks into a plastic cup.
“You should ask her, Hobi,” Jimin snickers into his hand as he turns to greet a customer. Hoseok turns to you, his expression hopeful that you will shed light on the reason behind Jimin’s wink.
“My boyfriend is about to fight with our boss and I don’t know how to talk him out of it,” you say through your teeth, giving an overly-sweet smile to a confused Hoseok. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to meet him and make sure he’s not gonna bite Yoongi’s head off.”
“Bye, Kim,” Jimin sing-songs, waving his hand to you. “Say hi to your boyfriend for me!”
You’re already walking away, turning to tell Jimin off when you bump into Yoongi who’s just came out of the backroom, void of his work apron and ready to go. He grabs your shoulders to turn you around, pushing you into the backroom to prevent anymore banter between you and Jimin. “Let it go, Kiddo.”
In the backroom, you catch a text from Jeongguk saying that he’s already in the coffee shop, ready to go when you are. You emerge from the room after clocking out, moving your feet to the dining area of the cafe while waving to Jimin and Hoseok behind the counter. Scanning the room, you search for a familiar mop of black hair that belongs to your boyfriend.
It’s easy to spot Yoongi’s mint hair amongst the sea of other natural-colored hairs. What’s not easy is believing your eyes when you see the person sitting in front of Yoongi waving wildly at you, grinning like a mad man. It’s your boyfriend, the person you’re supposed to see after work, the person you’re supposed to supervise when he fights your boss later, alright, that part you know. The part that you don’t know and have a hard time believing is:
Jeongguk’s hair is mint.
Not black, not brown, not the experimental half-half he tried in high school. Mint.
The exact same shade as Yoongi’s.
It feels like you’re on autopilot when your feet carry you to their table, jaw on the floor while your eyes are stuck on Jeongguk’s freshly-dyed strands.
“Hi, babe,” your boyfriend has the audacity to say, lips stretching impossibly wider. He reaches up to run his fingers through his mint hair, an act so deliberate even Yoongi sighs at the sight of it, but it makes your heart skip a bit nonetheless. “Do you like my new hair?”
The light green strands previously tangled with his fingers fall back to cover his forehead and frame his face perfectly, the light hue somehow blending well with Jeongguk’s skin tone. It also accentuates his jaw more, making it appear sharper when the grin on his lips morphs into a smirk once he notices that you can’t stop staring. Oh, that smirk. Usually hot with his previously black hair, it is now lethal with his mint hair, toeing the line of playful and dangerous at the same time.
You want to scream at the obvious and cheesy question.
Yoongi, the third person who’s been watching the entire interaction unfold before his eyes, clears his throat. “If you’re done eye-fucking your boyfriend, can we go now? I have somewhere else to be after this.”
“Yoongi!” you whisper-shout, half scandalized, half disbelieving that your boss can say something so crude in the middle of his own buzzing coffee shop. Maybe he’s been hanging out with Park Jimin too much. (Or maybe he’s just sick of you drooling over your boyfriend time and time again … yeah, maybe that.)
“Can’t wait to lose to me, Min?” Jeongguk snickers, taking your hand in his as he follows Yoongi—who pointedly ignores his taunting question—towards the glass door of the coffee shop.
You catch Jimin’s eyes as you’re stepping out, his eyes rounding in surprise before a sly smile takes over his features. Have fun! he mouths, giving you a wink. Ugh, you’re gonna face a lot more questions the next time you have a shift together with him.

After another futile attempt at talking Jeongguk out of fighting with Yoongi, you’re seated where you usually are, on the sidelines of Jeongguk’s gym, this time with heightened anxiety out of fear that your boyfriend and your boss could hurt each other. You’re worried less about the physical part—boxing is a very physical sport, after all—and more about the mental part.
Boys are full of pride, full of ego. They pride themselves on their ability to box, delivering punch after punch until their knuckles bruise. They pride themselves on their muscles, bulging biceps that took years to build and maintain. They pride themselves on their strength, how they are able to hold you up against the wall when you’re busy sucking air off each other’s lungs.
Oh, and in case it’s not clear, by boys you mean Jeongguk.
You have a lot of faith in your boyfriend, of course, but knowing Yoongi’s boxing skills, no matter how long ago it was, the outcome of the fight today could just be the one that would hurt Jeongguk’s pride. The possibility of it happening is so high that you’re already preparing yourself for when Jeongguk comes back to you with his ego bruised. God, you can only hope Yoongi won’t hit too hard.
You’re too busy thinking of the many possible outcomes of this fight that you don’t realize when Jeongguk is back from putting his gloves on and warming up, now standing in front of you. “Wish me luck?” he says, along with a toothy grin your way.
“Yeah, good luck, Ggukie,” you reply, lacking your usual sarcastic bite. Jeongguk seems to pay no mind to it, though, ducking down to peck your lips before turning around to face his opponent for the day.
You catch Yoongi’s eyes when Jeongguk has his back to you, quickly mouthing don’t hurt him! to your boss, which he only responds with a smirk. All the blood drains from your face. Looks like your worries about someone getting his ego bruised won’t be just worries after all.
When the fight has started (Jeongguk’s coach started it—you’re grateful he’s there because then you don’t have to worry too much about Jeongguk and Yoongi beating each other to a pulp), you can’t help but watch. You just realize, in the years you’ve known Jeongguk and watched him box, you’ve never actually seen him fight anyone else other than his coach. He’s said before that he only took boxing as a way to work out, not to actually fight, so you guess that makes sense.
You don’t watch boxing matches a lot (actually, you don’t watch them at all), your only knowledge of boxing you get from watching Real Steel, a movie about boxing matches for robots, set in the far future when human boxing is not interesting anymore due to the limited brutality. You’re not sure how much information you retained from the movie, and how accurate they are, but you’re pretty sure you don’t need much boxing knowledge to know that right now, Yoongi is playing defensive while Jeongguk is playing offensive.
Alright, you admit, you have no idea if the terms you’re using are right, but it’s the simplest ones you can use to describe the sight in front of you. Since the start of the fight, Jeongguk has been throwing punches continuously, while Yoongi has had his gloved hands covering his face the entire time. Okay, not the entire time, but he’s only thrown one punch compared to Jeongguk’s one hundred ones.
As the fight goes on, Yoongi starts throwing punches here and there while still dodging Jeongguk’s aggressive fists. You’ve never seen Yoongi move this much in the entire time you’ve known him, and it surprises you how agile he is. The way he ducks under Jeongguk’s arm and throws him off balance is admirable, sometimes a little bit funny (just a bit, you promise) because it shows just how calm he is compared to Jeongguk’s aggressive, almost-angry boxing style.
When Jeongguk’s coach declares a break, your boyfriend walks back to you with his brows furrowed, tearing off one of his gloves so he can remove his mouth guard and grab his water bottle. After chugging down half of its content, Jeongguk heaves a frustrated sigh.
“I can’t grasp his fighting style,” he grumbles to himself. His eyes are set on Yoongi, who’s on the other side of the room, drinking from his own water bottle. “Who the fuck ducks all the time while boxing?”
“Maybe it’s because you keep throwing angry punches at him, babe,” you say, initially to keep his frustration at bay, but instead it makes him raise his eyebrow at you in a duh way. You backtrack immediately. “Okay, okay. But it’s just your first time fighting him, isn’t it? Be patient, Jeongguk, and maybe let up your punches a little bit?”
“Baby, it’s boxing,” he says exasperatedly. “Someone has to throw some punches.”
“I know, but you just seem so … angry. Yoongi’s only ducking to dodge that. I’m saying maybe you can tone it down so he could stop dodging, so then you can see his fighting style better.” You’re saying this while gripping his biceps, hoping your words can go through his seemingly-clouded mind. “When you see his fighting style, won’t it be easier to figure out a way you can beat him? Isn’t that what you taunted him with at the cafe?”
You know it’s not even remotely possible to learn one’s boxing style just from a single fight, let alone “figure out a way to beat him”. Somewhere in his fogged mind, you believe Jeongguk stores this fact as well, he’s just currently too deep in frustration to place it in the front of his mind. You’re not even sure your suggestion to learn Yoongi’s fighting style is registered well in his head, considering your boyfriend is now back to eyeing your boss with fire in his gaze.
“Jeongguk?” You give his shoulder a firm grip as he puts his mouth guard back on. “Tone it down. Yoongi could just be waiting to punch back. You don’t want that.”
Jeongguk parts ways with you with an absent-minded nod and two pats to your head with his heavy gloved-hand. On the other side of the room, Yoongi looks ready to go back into his fighting stance. You sigh internally. Jeongguk is so going to punch him aggressively, again.
The next thirty minutes of the fight goes like a blur in front of your eyes. Jeongguk throws a hook that Yoongi dodges, Yoongi retaliates with a jab to Jeongguk’s side which makes you wince, rinse and repeat. Maybe you’re wrong about your boyfriend for once, you think, seeing his calmer fighting style now. With the way he left your conversation minutes prior, you really thought he was gonna continue raining punches on any part of Yoongi’s body he could reach. You’re relieved that that’s not the case.
Although, perhaps your relief came too soon because a boxing match isn’t over until it’s over.
Watching Jeongguk fight with Yoongi is like watching a cartoon character with an energy meter atop his head, except for Jeongguk, it measures his patience instead. As the minutes went on, you feel like you could see the patience meter above his head depleting until it’s all gone, and that’s the moment he went back to his initial fighting style: aggressive and angry. You almost pull your hair out in frustration because you just know that this is what Yoongi has been waiting for ever since the fight started.
The next thing that happens reminds you a lot of one fighting scene in Real Steel, where Atom was waiting for his opponent to run out of energy so he can fight back. In the movie, Atom knocked the other robot down with a final uppercut, gaining him a win and advancing him to the next round. Well, uh, in this case, just replace Atom with Yoongi and the other robot with Jeongguk.
Yoongi’s clean uppercut wiped your boyfriend out, who’s now lying on the ground clutching his face—which you’re sure is beginning to swell right now. Despite already knocking Jeongguk down, Yoongi is still in his fighting stance, never lowering his guard even as Jeongguk’s coach counts to ten. Your boyfriend remains immobile, though, and the second the count is up you’re running towards Jeongguk’s limp body.
“Gguk, are you okay? Baby, look at me,” you say hurriedly as you try to pry his arms away from his face. He doesn’t budge, and for a second, you’re scared that Yoongi has maimed your boyfriend for life. “At least let me know you’re alive,” you continue when his silence becomes concerning.
“Hmmph,” Jeongguk grunts. You heave a huge sigh of relief.
“Okay, good.” You run your fingers through his sweaty hair, trying to offer some comfort even though you know he had this coming. Gigantic ego, big talk, cocky as shit? Yeah, you understand that Yoongi would want to knock him down a few pegs. But now is not the time to launch into an ‘I told you so’ spiel, not when Jeongguk is still freshly bruised—both his body and his ego.
So instead, you lash out at your boss.
“I told you not to hurt him, Yoongi,” you snap-slash-whine, a frown on your lips. You thought, as the oldest among all of you, Yoongi could be trusted to knock some sense into Jeongguk’s mind without physically hurting him like this. As it turns out, all boys are the same.
The older guy just shrugs. “Probably wouldn’t get my point across if he weren’t knocked down.” He shakes the sweat out of his hair as he starts taking off his boxing gloves. When he sees you’re not impressed, he chuckles. “Relax, Kiddo, I didn’t even hit him that hard. He’ll be okay.”
“Really, Yoongi?” You roll your eyes. “You gave my boyfriend an uppercut just to prove a point!”
Yoongi just continues laughing as he chugs from his water bottle. His nonchalance about this is starting to piss you off. Maybe it’s your turn to put on the boxing gloves and sock him in the face, give him a taste of his own medicine. You scoff to yourself, picturing your own body lying next to Jeongguk if you really did that.
“Just tell your boyfriend here that there’s no need to be jealous of me, Kiddo,” Yoongi says, picking up his bag. Just then, Jeongguk’s coach appears with an ice pack in his hand, offering it to you so you can place it against Jeongguk’s swollen jaw. Despite your attempt to coax him out of his arm cocoon, he still refuses to move.
“Yoongi, look at him, you really broke him.” You’re flat-out whining now, kicking your feet like a child. It doesn’t even occur to your mind that you’re all still in the middle of a public boxing gym, with other people around you, being witness to this ridiculous scene.
“Oh my God,” Yoongi laughs before crouching down at Jeongguk’s legs. “Hey, Jeongguk, you hear that? Your girlfriend is worried about you,” he says, nudging Jeongguk’s leg lightly. “She only has eyes for you and your tattoos, too, you don’t need to be jealous at all.” You smack him on the shoulder for that.
Jeongguk finally removes his arms from his face at Yoongi’s words, his doe eyes menacing. “Go away,” he grits out at the older male, his scratchy voice making him sound less threatening than he intended. Despite that, Yoongi still holds his hands up in surrender.
“I’m going, I’m going,” Yoongi relents, standing up while adjusting the hold he has on his bag. “Was gonna go anyway, I have a date to get ready for,” he throws a grin your way. “Alright, I’ll be going first. Take care of your boyfriend, Kiddo.”
Yoongi retreats with a wave towards you both.
Jeongguk lets out a groan, shifting your attention away from your boss who’s already backing his car out of the parking lot. “Quit your job tomorrow,” he says. “I hate your boss.”

“Stop moving around!”
“It hurts!”
You’re both back at Jeongguk’s house now, with you sitting atop his outstretched legs on the bed, attempting to take care of his battle wounds courtesy of his fight with Yoongi. Aside from the swollen jaw, Jeongguk has a cut on his eyebrow and a split bottom lip. For a boxing match, you’d say these are minor injuries—proving Yoongi’s words right, he didn’t hit Jeongguk that hard—but your boyfriend is acting like a baby. He keeps jerking his head away every time the alcohol swab comes in contact with either of his cuts, it irritates you to no end.
“You have a goddamn full sleeve of tattoo and a lip piercing, quit acting like this hurts more,” you hiss, pressing the cotton in your hand to the cut on his lip as Jeongguk hiss back in response.
“At least when I got my tattoos and piercing, the artist didn’t do it while yapping my ear off,” he lisps through the cotton. “What happened to the caring girlfriend at the gym? Did she go away too, alongside Yoongi?”
“Oh, shut up, if I yapped back there Yoongi would’ve stomped on your ego more than he already did, do you want that, Jeongguk? Huh?” Your words are harsh, but you try hard for your hands to be the opposite, gentle as they cover the cut on his eyebrow with a band-aid. Jeongguk’s forehead is still damp from his quick shower earlier, beads of mint clinging to his skin. He might look smoking hot with his newly dyed hair, but the way the color rubs off on anything is starting to get onto your nerves. You wipe lightly at the color to make sure the band-aid sticks to his skin and does not come off the second he jumps around again.
“My ego is fine, you don’t need to protect it like this,” Jeongguk grumbles, adjusting the ice pack he’s holding to his jaw as you press a new cotton ball on his lip, discarding the one stained crimson red to his bedside table. “Maybe if you care about me as much as you care about my ego, everything would’ve been better.”
The way he’s rambling like he got his sense knocked out of his head as well makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Don’t test me, Jeon. If I didn’t care about you I wouldn’t be here sitting on your thighs patching your minuscule injuries like they’re fucking wounds from a war.”
“Maybe,” Jeongguk half-agrees, a pout on his lips. “But you haven’t kissed me even once ever since the fight ended. Do I not deserve a kiss because I lost? Do you not want to kiss me ever again because I can’t beat Yoongi in boxing? Do you think Yoongi is way better than me now? Do you want him to be your boyfriend instead of me?”
With every nonsensical question, his pout deepens, and his eyes droop to stare blankly at nothing.
“Hah, ‘my ego is fine’ my ass,” you mumble, mostly to yourself as you turn the gears in your head on how to stop the bleeding on Jeongguk’s lip. It keeps gushing out blood, and you can’t exactly stick a band-aid to it like you did his eyebrow. At last, you just hold a cotton ball against it and hope it stops bleeding soon.
“Yoongi was right, you know,” you say clearly now, the tumble of Yoongi’s name out of your lips making Jeongguk glance up and focus his sight on your face. “You don’t need to be jealous of him at all. Heck, you don’t need to be jealous of anyone, Jeongguk. I’m your girlfriend and will always stay your girlfriend, no matter what. You don’t need to beat anyone in boxing or dye your hair the exact same shade as anyone for me to stay. You, Jeon Jeongguk, are enough.”
Jeongguk’s eyes, gazing into yours, are glassy with unshed tears. You don’t know if they are there because he’s touched by your words or are leftovers from crying over his bruised ego from the fight with Yoongi. Either way, it throws you off balance. Next thing you know, you’re being tugged down by the nape for a kiss.
Jeongguk’s lips are warm, like usual, but the tinge of metal you taste on your tongue is making you worry. Before you lose yourself in his kiss, you pull away to thumb at his lip lightly, seeing streaks of red on your skin. You’re about to continue pressing the cotton ball in your hand to his lips and stop all forms of kissing immediately, but your boyfriend has a mind of his own as he instead sucks your thumb into his mouth, wrapping his lips around the digit delicately as he holds eye contact with you.
Gone is the trace of any tears from his eyes, now replaced by something you can only identify as lust. As flattered as you are that Jeongguk finds you desirable in your current situation, it also makes you confused. He’s hurt and the only thing in his mind is getting his dick wet? Unbelievable.
The ice-cold feeling on your waist tears your attention away from Jeongguk’s dark eyes as you yelp, hand instinctively prying the cold thing away. The ‘thing’ turns out to be his hand, which was previously holding the ice pack to his swollen jaw. He’s sneaked his fucking cold hand under your shirt to hold your waist when he should’ve kept holding the ice pack to his jaw—his swollen jaw!
Your boyfriend has a swollen jaw, a busted lip and a cut eyebrow. This is not the time to be screwing around.
Pulling away your thumb out of Jeongguk’s mouth at the speed of light, you attempt to climb off his lap, but he’s read your mind even before they are conjured up in your own brain. His hands are back on your waist—yes, the cold one too—and they hold you firm in place. The side of Jeongguk’s lips turn up into a sickeningly sweet smile, before he tugs your body towards his, making your hips come in contact with his crotch. He’s hard. Oh, fuck.
“You know, I never really understood why you’re so bratty whenever you’re horny and I can’t tend to you right away, but I think I get it now,” he says right by your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. “I’ve been trying to will away my boner ever since you sat on my lap, but your weight on it is so damn distracting, it’s hard.”
“So,” he punctuates the word with a kiss on your neck, “I started saying anything to get my mind off it, but the way you care for me just … turns me on even more, if that was even possible.” He noses his way down your throat, coming to a stop at your collarbone. “And then all that talk about how I am enough … holy shit, I lost it. All I could think about was how I want to kiss you and fuck you into next week on this very bed.”
You can barely hear the last few words Jeongguk is saying, because he’s mumbling them into your skin as he peppers kisses and nips there. His fingers are now pressing into your back, pulling you closer and closer to him until there is no space left between you. You crane your neck so he can have more room to splash reds and purples onto your skin, sighing to the top of his mint head.
“You know, for someone claiming to be horny, you’re doing a terrible job at dirty talk,” you jab at your boyfriend, earning you a bite on your neck and a tightened grip on your body, making you close your eyes with stuttered breath.
“Easy, babe,” Jeongguk chuckles. “You talk as if you won’t be a moaning mess by the end of this,” he continues with much confidence. “But also, my lip is still kinda bleeding and my sides are still throbbing from the bruises. Kinda debating should we continue or just go to sleep.”
“Jeon Jeongguk I swear to God if you leave me high and dry—”
“Maybe you should kiss them better,” he cuts you off with a suggestion, his lips still trailing butterfly kisses on your neck and collarbone. The hands still on your back sneakily climb up and up until they’re reaching for the clasp of your bra, easily opening it to free your breasts from its confines. Your sound of protest gets stuck in your throat as a strangled moan comes out instead when Jeongguk massages your breasts tenderly with his fingers.
“Maybe I would—fuck—if you get rid of your shirt,” you say, tugging on the offending piece of fabric still covering your boyfriend’s gorgeous body. It’s not fair that he’s got you half naked already and he’s still fully clothed.
Jeongguk parts himself from your body long enough to tug his t-shirt off from the back of his neck in one smooth motion, exposing the golden expanse of his skin to your hungry eyes. If you thought his mint hair was smoking hot with his shirt on, it’s literally burning a flame of desire deep in your belly with his shirt off. You’re tongue-tied as you marvel at the sight in front of you, you almost jump when your own shirt and bra are taken off your body.
Now both bare from the waist up, Jeongguk wastes no time leaning back in for a kiss on the mouth, this time open-mouthed so he can slide his tongue inside. You keen happily, slipping a sigh in between as he slowly lowers you to the bed. Jeongguk anchors his hands on your hips, teasing at the waistband of your sweatpants as he keeps your mouth busy with his own. In contrast, your hands are everywhere, from his broad shoulder to his firm back, from his bulging biceps to his rock-hard abs. You even tease your fingers past his waistband, grabbing onto his ass and squeezing, making him groan hotly into your mouth. It’s only when your fingers brush against his sides that he winces, reminding you of his earlier request.
“Flip around,” you whisper against his lips, “so I can kiss your bruises better.”
“Hmm?” Jeongguk hums, your words a murmur in his head. “But I like having you like this. Under me, naked, panting, wet,” he says, slipping his hand beyond your sweatpants to prove his words right—you’ve soaked through your panties. He drags a finger slowly up your center. You shudder.
“Yeah? I can be naked, panting, and wet on top of you as well.”
“Ooh, tempting.” Jeongguk licks his lips. He flicks your clit with a cheeky smile dancing on his lips, before settling his hands back on your waist. “Alright, I’ll flip over.”
The next second, you’re staring at him from up top, admiring how his mint hair looks against his dark grey bed sheets. Although, his hair is the least of your concern right now, as you’re tugged back down for another bruising kiss. Now that you’re on top, Jeongguk takes the opportunity to return the favor that is slipping his hand into your pants to squeeze your ass, but his version involves pulling your hips down while his thrusts up, creating a delicious friction between your body that makes you exhale a moan into his mouth.
You move away from his lips, down to his jaw where you take care to land a kiss light as a feather, before moving to his neck and collarbone where you have your own share of bites and licks. Aside from your infatuation with his tattoos and biceps, you actually have another one with his collarbone, this one you keep secret from him lest he goes around the house shirtless more often just to brandish his clavicle. But maybe he’s already noticed from the way you always make sure to cover that body part of his in blooms of red and purple, taking care to trace each and every bite mark slowly with the tip of your tongue.
While you’re busy with his collarbone, Jeongguk keeps dragging your crotch steadily over his, like he can’t get enough of the feeling and wants to keep chasing it. The delicious pressure on your center is a bit distracting, so you smooth your palm across his chest to pinch at his nipple in warning. Jeongguk lets out a broken whine from his throat.
“Stop humping into me, do you want to cream your pants?” you chide, fingers still giving tiny pinches to his nipple to keep him on his toes.
“Was trying to get you to cream your pants,” Jeongguk grins guiltily, his hips snapping up yet again to collide with yours. Even if you roll your eyes at his antics, you still continue your journey of kissing down his body, making sure to suck and lick on his sensitive nipples. You love the moans and groans that slip out of his throat every time you do things to his nipples. He likes it so much that his hips keep chanting up, searching for friction, that you have to pin them down so you can slide down to pepper kisses on his abs and waist.
Jeongguk works really hard to maintain the body he has, clearly evident in the eight pack he’s sporting on his stomach and the tiny, minuscule waist that’s way too slutty for a man to have. Sometimes you’re jealous of how nice his body looks, how firm it is to touch. You told him this one time, along with your regret that you couldn’t give him a similar experience, but he’d only laughed and said that admiring and appreciating him was enough, before proceeding to show you how he admires and appreciates your soft body (he kept biting into your inner thigh as he was eating you out, coaxing you into four orgasms back to back that day.)
And so, you admire his body by kissing the taut muscle one by one, tracing the lines outlining them with your hot tongue, caressing his bruised waist with the pillow of your lips and the feather of your touch. You know he’s hurt, but you can’t hold yourself from nipping on his slutty waist, gifting him another bruise that’s not a result of a punch. From the choked sob that rips out of his throat and the jump of his dick somewhere on your stomach, you take it he likes the bite.
“So,” you say as you mouth at the seam of his waistband, hand massaging his hard cock through his pants. “Do you want to cum in your pants, in my hand, in my mouth, or—?”
“Fuck, in you, please,” Jeongguk begs, eyes glassy from your ministrations. “But can we go back to dry humping for a while? Kinda like the friction on my sweatpants,” he breathes.
“Like this?” You move your hand up and down his cock, dragging the material of his sweatpants with it, paying special attention to the head. With every rub of the sweatpants against his head, a bead of precum comes out, with Jeongguk throwing his head back in silent pleasure. “Yeah, fuuck, that feels good.”
“But babe, want you, on top,” he demands, making grabby hands at you. “Was serious when I said I wanted you to cum first,” he continues, sighs in content when you oblige, resuming your position on top of him and lining your clothed crotch with his. He starts dragging your hips against his, building the pleasure up the faster he goes. “Want to fuck your swollen pussy, dripping with cum. Oh, I’ll slide right in, no problem, so wet, warm … fuuuck.”
The grip Jeongguk has on your hips is bruising, you have no choice but to let your body be manhandled by him. Slowly but surely, the band inside your stomach begins to tighten as your hold on his shoulders does as well. You’re so close, just one more move to tip you over the edge. When Jeongguk sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, the band inside you snaps and you come with a jerk of your hips and a whine from your throat.
Jeongguk slows down his move, taking care not to cum before being inside you, before stopping altogether and wrapping his arms around you to bring the both of you into a sitting position. Your limbs feel like jelly, still trying to come down from your high, when Jeongguk pecks your cheek before carefully lying you back down on the bed with your face down. He then maneuvers himself behind you, lifting your hips off the bed. You’re starting to have an idea what position he wants you in when he spreads your knees and slowly peels back your pants and panties to reveal your bare ass and pussy.
He takes his time caressing the globe of your ass, inching his fingers towards your pussy lips before spreading them apart, tearing a low whine from your chest. You guess he’s admiring the way cum still drips out of your cunt, because he’s silent, immobile for almost a minute.
“Gguk…” you whisper out. “You gonna fuck me or not?”
Jeongguk scrambles to get his pants off. “Fuck, yes, of course, baby, you just look so beautiful like this, I want to stare all day long,” he breathes, lining up his dick with your entrance.
God, I’m so thankful you’re mine, is his last warning before he slides home in one thrust.

Later, when you’re both freshly showered and cuddling on Jeongguk’s bed—with blue bed sheets this time, because you forced him to change the sheets as the grey ones smelled gross after your activities—you ask him a question.
“Are you still jealous of Yoongi?”
There’s a three second pause before Jeongguk’s answer comes. “Maybe a tiny bit,” he says, nearly connecting his thumb and forefinger together in a ‘tiny’ motion. “Of his boxing skills only. Amazing how he could still move like that with an injured shoulder. I want to be like that too.”
“You want to injure your shoulder?”
He gives you a flat look. You giggle.
“His shoulder is actually healed, you know, so he’s still actively boxing until now. He trains the boxing club at my campus whenever our coach can't, that’s where I know him from and how I’d gotten the job at his cafe.”
Jeongguk purses his lips. “So he lied to me.”
“Hmm,” you agree. “I figured it was to ‘teach you a lesson’, that’s why I asked him not to hurt you before your fight. Did you, though? Learn your lesson?”
“What? To not be jealous of him?”
You pinch his waist. “To knock your ego down a peg and stop feeling insecure whenever I interact with other men?”
“Baby, the guy had a nickname for you. My insecurities were valid!”
“You mean the ‘Kiddo’ one?” you ask. Jeongguk nods. “He calls Jimin Kiddo. He calls Eunbi Kiddo. He calls you Kiddo. He calls everyone younger than him, Kiddo.”
More silence ensues.
“So … my jealousy was for nothing?”
“Yes! What I’ve been saying!”
Jeongguk giggles. Then he kisses you. Then he giggles again, while still kissing you.
“How about an apology?” he offers.
“In what form?” you challenge.
“Round three?”
“No.”
Well, at least he’s not jealous anymore.

a/n: thank you for reading!! please let me know what you think of this, i literally almost cried in the process of writing it and when i finally finished it :') and yes this started because of that one mint jeongguk in memories 2020/2021, i think? the one with him in a black sleeveless and a pair of sunglasses, hahah. wish he'd dye his hair mint again (he looks rly good in it ugh)
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You Are Mine (M)
BTS; Jungkook
Genre: Smut | Some angst | College AU
Word count: 8,269
WARNINGS: Rough smut, light bondage, and breath play
A/N: @namsjxms This is special for you. Please don’t fly up here and strangle me. I’m going to shower in holy water after writing this 8k of rough JK smut. I hope you all like it! and sorry it was late….. I suck.

You stared at his noticeably muscular back in class every single day for the last two weeks, or rather it stared at you in a way. Jeon Jungkook was the most popular guy on campus, but you refused to fall into him like every other girl. They fawned over him like a puppy abandoned on the street. It didn’t matter if you paid attention to him or not, because he had whatever girl he chose for the night.
You couldn’t help, but think about his muscular arms though, wrapping you in their embrace.
You shook the thoughts from your head and scoffed at the thought. That boy is nothing but trouble and you would make sure to steer clear of that at tonight’s party to celebrate the end of a semester and the beginning of summer break.
“If you stop staring, I’ll give you what you want.” Your thoughts are broken from you once more as you looked up and see his deep brown eyes staring back into yours. It brought you back to that day that he sat next to you a week and a half ago.
“What do you want perv boy? Why are you sitting so close to me? There are plenty of seats over there,” you pointed in the direction of four empty seats beside him.
“I wanted to sit next to the prettiest girl in class ya know?” Such sly words, you knew he was up to something, but before you could shoot something back at him the teacher started the lecture of the day.
You mind wandered from the lesson, did he really think you were attractive or were those just words to lure you into his trap? Surely they were empty. There’s no way a guy like that would ever go after you, but what if he was? Maybe he was bet by someone. You were definitely not going to let him get in your head, but hadn’t you already? You turned back to your notebook and started to take notes on the lecture to get your mind off of him.
Suddenly, you jumped at the feeling of something warm on your thigh, moving quickly upward under your skirt before you could muster up a scream. Your body froze as your eyes looked over to see Jungkook staring down at his notebook writing his notes and you trailed your eyes down his other arm that was connected to the hand resting at the hem of your panties now. You saw him slightly glance up at you and a small smirk tugged at his lips.
“Jungkook! What the hell are you doing?” your screams were hushed in order not to draw attention, but enough so he could hear the intensity in your voice. Your hand meekly tried to brush away his hand from your thigh, but his grip tightened. It was so firm that it was sure to bruise.
“I’m just doing my lesson quietly Y/N. You should do the same,” his words burned into your ears as his fingers came in contact with your core over your soaking panties. Why were you so wet for this fuckboy? His middle finger jolted you from your thoughts as it pressed hard over your clothed clit, rubbing slow circles over it. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling as your lips parted slightly and let out a small sigh.
“I’m so glad you decided to sit in the back today Y/N. I’ve been wanting to do this all week,” his words came out quietly against your ear. “But you need to stay quiet like a good girl, or I’ll have to punish you for letting all these people hear your beautiful moans.”
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༺♥༻ N E O N || JJK ༺♥༻

Pairing: Jungkook X reader
Summary: Jungkook and you find the most pleasurable way to end the evening dinner.
Warnings: 18+, absolutely nsfw, kinks, tied up reader, dom!jk, sub!reader.
Genre: smut, established relationship, pwp.
Word count: 1.4K my shortest drabble yet not proud tbh lol.
\\unedited//

Sitting in the passenger seat while Jungkook drives back to your shared apartment, your lips twitch as an idea pops up in your head. The red lights helping you out as Jungkook stops behind another car, the slight city lights illuminating his beautiful face, elbow leaning on the window sill as his finger rested on his upper lip, staring ahead.
Maybe it was cruel, working him up like this but you couldn’t help it. Your hand found it’s place on his thick thigh, rubbing small circles as his eyebrow quirked up, all too familiar with your games. You continued your innocent play, rubbing gently until your fingers found themselves cupping his slightly hard form. He chuckled.
“Y/N..” that’s your first warning.
“What baby?”
“I know what you’re doing,” his eyes darkened, watching as your hand slipped through the waistband of his black sweats, no underwear? Brave.
“What do you mean?” You asked, voice dripping as smooth as honey.
He groaned when you gently ran your thumb across his slit, rubbing the precum around to accommodate your hand. He felt far too good in your hand, and it should be unfair that by just touching him your pussy is clenching around absolutely nothing, wishing his dick was so far up your guts right now.
Running your hand up and down, you fastened your pace, watching as his features constricted into pleasure, stomach tightening for release and just when he was about to cum, the lights turned green and you slipped your hand back to your laps. A small playing on your lips.
What he didn’t except was for you to spread your legs just a small bit, adjusting in the seat before your hand slid up your thigh, pulling the small material of your under wear to the side and rubbing circles on your clit with your three fingers.
He groaned, hands tightening around the steering wheel as he listened to your moans, your wetness echoing in the car and he swears he could practically taste you. He felt so unbelievably worked up right now, and as he turned into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he wasted no time in getting out of the car, helping you into the elevator in a rush.
Once the doors closed and the elevator dinged with each floor, he took your hand, the one that was playing with your pussy, and enveloped your fingers in his lips. Tasting your remains before harshly kissing you, grabbing onto your hips. The doors of the elevator opened and he wasted no time in scurrying you towards your home.
It wasn’t long before he had you tied up in front of your bedroom door frame. Your hands held tightly by the cuffs that were now tied to the nails of the frame. Your body on full display for him as he walked in front of in nothing but his sweatpants, tantalising you as he smirked.
“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was low, dangerous even.
You nodded, biting your lip as he pressed his body onto your naked one, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard”
A small moan passed your lips as you searched for his lips in the dark room, the only source of light being the neon “baby” sign that illuminated your wall. Now it shone off your body perfectly, the pink light highlighted every beautiful inch of your skin. So gracefully.
He kissed your chin softly, following his lips in a trail from your neck, to your chest, to your breasts, latching them on to each nipple, biting licking and sucking on them as you mewled above him. Ass pushing into the door as you itched to grab onto his hair as his face followed lower and lower, until he was on his knees, wrapping your legs around his neck as kissed your pelvic bone, trailing down slowly to where you needed him the most. He knew what he was doing, and so did you.
“You look so beautiful y/n” he smirked below you “look”
He demanded and you followed, watching yourself in the full length mirror that was in front of you, leaning against the wall. Fuck you did look hot. He chuckled softly, before unexpectedly dipping his tongue past your folds, licking from your entrance to the very top, savouring each little taste he could.
You moaned loudly, squeezing your legs around his head as you watched his sucking on your clit as if he was famished. He looked so fucking hot right now. Damn these stupid cuffs, you wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair so badly. Yet to no avail, because as he continued to work his tongue inside of you, you had no choice but to stay put, digging your nails into the leather of the cuffs. His doe eyes looking into your soul while his mouth was basically trying to suck your entire reproductive system out of you.
“I’m gonna cum!” You warned, legs slightly trembling and you were done for when he slipped to fingers inside, his tongue now licking in fast motions around your nub.
“Fuck!” Your voice was far to high pitched for your liking, but you ignored it, succumbing to the orgasm he just provided you, your brain practically melted, flowing out of you like the cum on Jungkook’s tongue.
Letting your legs back down onto the floor, his hands traced every curve of your body as he slowly got back onto his feet, loving the feel of your smooth skin. His lips glistened in the pink light and you wanted nothing more but to kiss him, but he only smirked, shaking his head no.
He stepped away from you, watching your body squirming, the fucked out expression on your face, “fuck baby you are so beautiful”
He slipped out of his sweats, pumping his length in his hand as he walked towards you again, hand grabbing onto your ass, before he tapped it, your sign to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. You did as he asked, before feeling his lips on your neck, sucking small bruises onto your collarbone and neck. The tip of his dick now smearing the wetness between your folds, making you clench around nothing as you waited patiently for him to push into you. He grabbed onto your jaw gently, forcing you to look straight into his eyes and when you least expected, he pushed into you to the hilt. Watching as you sighed out, your moan mixing with his as your head fell back, leaning onto the door. Licking a strip up your throat he started to move, thrusting his hips slowly against you, building you up like an orchestra before the grand finale.
He was amazing with everything he did, and maybe he was so good at fucking you because he knows your body better than the back of his hand, whatever it is, you never had a better boyfriend, or sex, in your entire existence. And you’re sure you will marry him one day.
His thrusts picked up, hand now squeezing your waist as your tits bounced up and down, your wetness running down your thigh and onto his dick, costing him perfectly making him glisten. He loved watching you fall apart like this for him, eyes shut tightly and mouth formed in an ‘o’ while his dick fucked harder and deeper.
“Fuck,” he groaned “look at you taking me so well”
Your moan got stuck in your throat as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach, begging to be released. He felt you were close too, by the way your pussy clenched around him, the way your legs tightening around his waist and the way your chest and cheeks started to turn pink, he knew you were close.
Holding on to your ass with one hand, and the other on your clit, he fucked you at an animalistic pace now, your moans hoarse as you cheered him on, “yes Jungkook, fuck baby so good”
With harsh breathes he fucked into you harder, his the lewd smacking of skin filling the dark room. And like fireworks, your orgasm reaped through your body, a small scream escaping your mouth before it got stuck in your throat. Watching your blissed out face and the way your chest heaved, he followed soon after, his hips stuttering before his cum shot up inside you, his cum. coating your walls white.
“I should tease you more” you managed to chuckle out.
“Round two in the bathroom?”

A/N: anyway eh… I hope you enjoyed? Like I said don’t be afraid to interact <3
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"boyfriend of my dreams" pt. 2

Pairing: jungkook x reader
Genre: college au. pwp. smut. strangers to lovers (or are they?)
Word count: 7.6k
Warnings: oof. it's angsty :/. oc's really mean in this one, I'm so sorry. but be patient with her, it's worth it. trust me. drug usage (a lil weed, again). explicit mentions of sex. oral sex, female receiving. fingering. a lil bit of dry humping. it gets steamy inside a small car. jungkook I love him sm in this. I think thats all.
Author’s note: hi <3 I hope u enjoy pt. 2! this is so much fun to write, I really enjoyed this one and I hope u enjoy it, too! do let me know if u did and again, thank u so much for all the love - do know I'm sending it right back paired with a million kisses.
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Pt. 2
You drift.
It’s common nowadays. Eyes wide, fixated on the same sentence you’ve been trying to process for the past ten minutes. You re-read it again, making it three words in before your focus leaves you. It doesn’t just leave you, but it leaves the space around you – muffling everything it touches as you drift, drift, drift. It muffles Sydney’s voice, too.
“Hello? Earth to ___.”
It’s only when she snaps her fingers right in front of your face that you’re brought back to reality. She’s frowning at you, in both annoyance and concern. The murmurs of the library feel loud all of a sudden as you’re taken out of your head.
“Yes?” You turn to her, oblivious.
“Are you okay? You’re elsewhere.”
“No- I mean, yes. I’m okay. I’m here.”
Only you’re not. You’re not here – feeling like perhaps you left your head inside a laundry room four days ago. At times you think you left your body there, too.
Ugh.
Sydney looks like she’s not fully buying it, but despite her curiosity she just shrugs it off, back to her own studies – focus immediately back on her textbook. You stare at her for a second, or two… and drift…
You loop the same bits and pieces that stuck with you the most. It gets repetitive, making you feel like you don’t have enough to work with when it comes to taking your little trips down memory lane. It annoys you – the fact that you have to hang on to so little annoys you.
You roll your eyes, a scoff and an ‘ugh’ passing under your breath, quiet enough so that Sydney doesn’t hear. What even happened? it’s a question you ask yourself several times a day. Even when it’d happened and you’d left Jimin’s and Tae’s miniscule laundry room, it all felt like a blur. A really good, toe curling, chest heaving blur…
Focus.
You rack your brain, for the millionth time. Try to collect every crumb possibly left that could dictate not only how you ended up in that situation but also how you left it – how it left you. In a frenzy, that is, if we’re going by brain activity and the way you can physically feel the way your body heats up at the mere thought of his lips on yours, fingers skimming down your thighs so gently but so very assertive. The way his fingers hooked inside your panties, moving them aside and-
Focus.
He didn’t even say anything. Of substance, that is. He just pulled the most mind-blowing orgasms straight out of you like it’s all but a casual occurrence to him. Routine- and is it? So, what if it is? It’s not like you care.
Of course it isn’t, he can barely hold eye contact – or a conversation, for that matter. It was probably beginner’s luck.
But what if it wasn’t? And why is the thought settling upon you in an almost uncomfortable way?
You feel your cheeks flush hot, only this time it’s not over how he made you feel back then – but more so how he’s making you feel now.
“Ugh.” It leaves you before you can control it and this time Sydney turns to you, eyebrow raised in brutal confusion. “It’s really hot in here. I can’t focus. I’ll see you later?”
She’s barely processing your words before you’re collecting your useless textbooks and throwing them inside your tote bag in a frenzy.
“Uh… okay. Text me? Maybe go for a walk or something-”
“Will do!”
Your speed walk picks up pace, earning yourself some annoyed glances as you frantically cross the library, bumping into chairs and tables on your way out. And it’s only when you finally make it out, fresh spring air and blue skies embracing you, that you realize you’ve no idea how this benefits you more than your previous surroundings – mind still looping that night, more questions arising. Still hot and bothered.
You unlock your phone, scrolling and swiping until you reach your destination.
[to jiminie]: hey, where are u?
[from jiminie]: heading to campus
[from jiminie]: got soccer practice in like 15
[from jiminie]: why? wanna hang? ;)
You pocket your phone, wincing at yourself over how little effect his last message had on you, his flirty remarks usually putting a smile on your face, blush on your cheeks and hormones on blast. This time he simply rewards you with some potentially useful information and if your gut feeling isn’t betraying you, you’re pretty sure you’re gonna be met with your end goal as soon as you reach the soccer field, thankfully a short walk from the library.
You don’t have any plan of attack, merely going by instinct. Instinct says… clear the air. It’s okay – this isn’t the first time you hook up with someone in your circle of friends, and it clearly won’t be the last either. So, you’ll be damned if Jeon Jungkook breaks your stride just because he lacks ability to portray his emotions, getting yours all fucked up! It’s rule number one in your book: keep it casual, keep it clear. Communication is key.
Your gut doesn’t fail you, catching your first glimpse of him since Saturday the moment the soccer field comes into eyesight. Of course he’s here early, he gives off overachiever vibes. I mean who goes with Anatomy when given an elective?
For reasons you won’t even try to compute, the words overachiever and anatomy make you feel a certain type of way as you take a better look at him. You’d never really looked at him – as in, look at him. See him, take him in. Not really caring enough to at first, and then not really having a chance to in your little encounter with limited lighting.
He’s wearing his uniform, one you’re familiar with – only it fits him… well. It flatters him, you’d admit. Back and shoulder muscles pulled tout against the thin, breathable material of his shirt. His last name written on the back; the number 10 displayed in big, black font. Your eyes continue their indulgence until they reach his ass, past his thighs that leave very little to the imagination – so muscular and defined.
Focus.
You make your way past the bleachers and step foot inside the field, walking towards him with an assertive stride though he can’t really see you yet.
“Jungkook.”
He jumps a little before he turns around, eyes widening and mouth parting in slight shock. He looks around for a second, as if looking for an exit or some sort of salvation. He finds none, opting for offering you a small smile instead.
“Hey,” he says. He’s wearing a black head band, hair pushed away from his face, exposing his forehead. You notice the eyebrow piercing, wincing slightly at the accessory that contrasts strongly with his soft facial features.
“We need to talk.”
“Uh… sure. What’s up?” He stutters his words a little and you look visibly exasperated. It makes him nervous, eyes diverting from yours.
“What happened at the party… was weird.”
“Weird?” Now he’s ten times more confused, if that’s even possible.
It takes you a second too long to answer, deciding if you want to say your next words. “Good. But weird. I don’t really know you… like that.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way- I never wanted to take advantage of-”
You roll your eyes at him. “You did not. I mean, I started it, didn’t I? I wanted it- in that moment… I guess. Anyways, it was weird. And since you’re friends with all my friends or whatever, I guess we’re gonna be seeing each other often so… it’s better if we clear the air.”
“Clear the air?”
You smile, a sigh of relief passing your lips when you realize that you still find him as annoying as you did on your first ever encounter at Namjoon’s. Stuttering, replying with unnecessary questions and unable to hold eye contact. Yeah. Saturday was just a mishap.
“Yeah. I mean, you put two people in a dark room, it’s bound to happen, I guess. Explains a lot actually…” the last of your sentence is more of an inner thought.
He’s disappointed, but not surprised. “Yep.”
“So, we’re cool?” It’s a question but your tone is more affirmative than anything.
“We’re cool.”
“Amazing!”
He just nods, a tight-lipped smile adorning his face. Your eyes find a little scar that lays on top of his left cheek. He gets fidgety the more your eyes linger on him, not really knowing where you’re looking… or why.
You divert your eyes, looking into his before you nod once, ending your small encounter as you begin to turn around. But it’s then that another thought strikes you,
“Oh, by the way… this can stay between us. Saturday and… this,” you say, finger pointing back and forth between the two of you.
“Don’t worry, my lips are sealed.”
You don’t know it and he doesn’t show, but the moment you turn back around and leave, he realizes how much your words affected him. He wasn’t expecting much from you, in the end you were in all your right to do what you just did. He knew you didn’t like him like that, even when your lips were on his and your body said otherwise.
So, he can’t quite understand why your words hurt. All he knows is they do.
~
Namjoon was right. It’s a bitch. Anatomy class, that is. He reads the same paragraph over and over again – each time highlighting a new sentence, transcribing the information into his notebook. His inner monologue fighting between the thoughts he had about what had happened before practice and the principles of evolution and biodiversity. So far, your words echoing inside his head weren’t going to help him pass this exam. Neither would the over-thinking and second guessing.
He sighs.
Now, Jungkook was never one to lack focus. Matter of fact, he was always a good student, always in a steady dance between As and Bs, he had little to worry about when it came to school. He was gifted – this he didn’t necessarily acknowledge himself. It was more so a first impression he made amongst everyone he met; that effortlessness in which he succeeded at pretty much anything. He was good at school, excelled at sports and had a kindness about him that made him almost magnetic – even when his introverted nature made his socializing falter slightly, it was comforting to be around him. His friends were living proof of this.
The people he exchanged drunken kisses at parties were, too – or so he was about to find out.
“Jungkook.”
It startles him, his name being called in that serious timbre for the second time today, taking him off-guard- again. But when he looks up, to his disappointment, it’s not you.
“Oh, hey.”
“Can I-,” Lola sounds nervous as her eyes divert to the seat opposite side to him. This makes Jungkook feel bad for some reason.
“Yes, sure.” He gives her a warm smile and her nerves ease visibly.
“This is weird,” she says, a faint chuckle passing her lips, unable to meet his stare. “I just wanted to apologize for the other night. I was so drunk I- I should’ve not come on to you like that. I don’t remember much but I do recall being a little bit of a bitch towards you.”
Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, staring intently at her, that smile never leaving him.
“Don’t worry about it, no hard feelings on my part.”
She hesitates for a minute before she says, “you’re a really nice boy, Jungkook. I hope you know that…”
It takes him by surprise – her honesty, the way her gaze softens as she holds his, something between nerves and excitement dancing in her eyes. They’re a pretty shade of green, and right by the window in this light, they shine.
He doesn’t know how to respond to that, his own nerves taking over, so he settles for, “you’re a really nice girl, too.”
She giggles at this, nodding as she takes him in.
“Can I have your number? I actually spent the whole day looking for you all over campus. I don’t even have class today…” She ponders on the last bit, eyes drifting to a distance.
He says yes, a quick phone swap between the two to exchange numbers and when he gets his phone back, her name is written on his phone with a little green heart emoji next to it. He thinks it’s cute, the softness she carries about her, so very contrasting from what she was like at the party. He wonders if perhaps you have a soft side, too.
“I’ll text you,” she tells him. “Perhaps I can… buy you ice cream or something.”
He laughs and she seems pleased by his reaction. “I’d like that.”
She gives him a small smile, waving at him before she’s turning around. He just stares at her, trying to make up just how the encounter made him feel. When she turns around as if she’d forgotten something, she notices his eyes are still on her. She blushes.
“Thank you,” her words are barely a whisper but he hears her.
“What for?”
“For not- for stopping me. That night. For not taking advantage of me.”
“Don’t mention it.”
~
“Is this a guilty pleasure?”
“What about The Great British Bake Off inspires guilt?”
“It’s lame but I can’t stop watching.”
“Maybe you’re lame and in denial,” you tell Sydney, making her laugh and nudge at your elbow. She snatches the family sized bag of M&Ms you’d both been snacking on in-between reruns, now going into your fifth consecutive episode as the cheery little intro song begins.
Your phone buzzes.
[from jiminie]: ghosting me? really? i thought we were past this
You smile, but don’t pay much mind to it.
It buzzes again. Once, then twice. Then three times. Sydney turns to you, curious.
[from jiminie]: anyway, wanna come over?
[from jiminie]: we’re at jin’s
[from jiminie]: hobi brought his bong along 😲
“Wanna go over to Jin’s?”
“Isn’t it Tuesday? I don’t want to watch them play video games again.” Sydney says, eyes glued to the screen.
“Apparently there’s a bong.”
“Are they bribing us?” She asks, but she’s already up, eyes scanning the room for her shoes. “It’s a much better Tuesday plan than playing video games until their eyes water.”
“As opposed to watching The Great British Bake Off?”
“Fuck off.”
You laugh and she throws the first thing she can find at you. You catch it with one hand, examining it for a second. You smile, throwing Namjoon’s grey hoodie over your white summer dress to beat the chilly spring breeze that settles into the night this time of year.
You call Sumi as you make your way out of the apartment and when she picks up after one too many rings, she sounds winded.
You wince but shrug it off. “Wanna come over to Jinie’s?”
“Uh- no, thanks. I’m studying.”
“Studying?”
“Yes. We’re studying- I’m with Eunwoo.”
“Ohhhh,” you say, a little chuckle passing your lips and you can hear the way she rolls her eyes. “What subject?” You tease.
“Anatomy, dumbass. I’m hanging up now,” she sing-songs and you can hear the bedsheets ruffling on the other side of the line.
“Byeeeeeeeee,” you say, turning to Sydney. “She’s getting laid.”
“What?” She says, mouth parted in surprise as you nod your head in response. “I’m kinda jealous. Maybe I should be uptight, too. I’d be getting laid right about now.”
“You’re worrying about the wrong kind of tight, my friend.”
“Not that it’s anything of your business but my coochie is perfectly tight, thank you very much.”
You scoff, the look on her face turning it into full on laughter. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks,” she says, oblivious to your sarcasm. “I wanna get laid.”
“You can get laid, Syd.”
She nods slowly, as if rearing up her confidence back into motion. “Yeah… yeah- I can get laid.”
“That’s the spirit, sister.”
“I mean, I’m me.”
“Spoke facts.”
“I can get whomever I want.”
“I happen to agree.”
“The possibilities are endless, I mean, the world is my oyster!”
“Fly high, baby.”
Her eyes widen in her very own Aha! moment, stopping dead in her tracks.
“Jungkook,” she states.
You already know what she means, but you still ask. “Jungkook?”
“Yeah… why not? I’m in the mood to spread my expertise, which is always to my advantage. I like to believe that I’d be sending him out into the world as a feminist that knows how to please women and put them first.”
You laugh, ironically – but Sydney doesn’t pick up on it. In her eyes, you simply found her remark funny. Which technically, it is. Objectively, it is. It’s the type of Sydney humour that you don’t only love, but also share. Then why aren’t you laughing, unironically?
“I mean… if that’s what you’re into,” you sound bitter, but again, it goes unnoticed by her. You can see it in her eyes, how she’s already fixated on her plan. The end goal clear – him. Your mind paints a picture of his face, just the way hers is right now. You wonder what she sees. You wonder if it differs from what you see. You know it does.
That scares you.
~
When you walk in and you see him, you’re not surprised. You knew he’d be here, not a hint of a doubt he’d incorporated himself so seamlessly into your friend group. What has you staring at him in slightly shock is how stoned he seems to be. Body leaning back on the couch, black hood over his head and even from a distance, you can see how red his eyes are.
He’s laughing at something Jimin is telling him, throwing his head back lazily and shaking his head dismissively at him, fingers working the controller that sits lazily in his hands. When Jin calls your name, his head snaps in your direction. You roll your eyes at him, as if telling him, ‘Don’t be too obvious.’
“Well, if it isn’t our favourite girls,” Taehyung says. He’s stoned, too.
“Hi, nerds.” Sydney greets them, bright smile on her face as she makes her way to the living room.
Taehyung makes space for her next to him, throwing an arm around her before placing a kiss on her cheek. “What sort of cynical high do you get out of degrading men?”
She laughs and it sounds flirty, discreet, but flirty. “That’s for me to know and for some to find out,” and when she says this, she looks over at Jungkook. You hover for a minute, observing him and searching for any sort of reaction in his eyes. He doesn’t show any and a hint of relief shoots straight to your brain. What the hell?
Yoongi sits in the armchair, deep focus on the game as his fingers move quickly against the controller. You walk over to him, sitting at the edge of the small sofa and ruffling his hair, making him smile.
“He’s beating my ass.” He tells you.
“Who?”
“Jungkookie.”
God. It’s like you can’t escape him. It makes you feel suffocated, restless even. You roll your eyes, though Yoongi doesn’t see. Jungkook does – his name being called gets his attention your way and it comes as no surprise that the uttering of his name alone has you rolling your eyes. In a way, it’s become an instinctive reaction towards him you hold – a reflex. It makes him feel shitty but he’s too stoned to let it hurt the way it would his sober self, so he shrugs it off, fighting the urge to roll his own eyes just out of spite. Just because he can. Only not really, as he can’t bring himself to even sit with the beginning of an ill feeling towards you.
“I believe in you,” you tell Yoongi, fingers tangling themselves between his locks of ginger hair, massaging his scalp lightly.
He loses.
“Bro- how?” He says, looking over at Jungkook, throwing a pillow in his direction.
The youngest just laughs, catching the pillow just in time before he hugs it against his chest, proudly throwing himself back against the sofa.
“Well, aren’t you skilled,” Sydney asks him in a sultry tone, scooting herself closer to him. Jungkook straightens his posture, clearing his throat and instinctively pulling back a bit, slightly intimidated by her piercing gaze.
Taehyung laughs, well aware of her intentions. He grabs the remote control before he says, “hey, who wants to smoke up and watch a scary movie?”
“That plan sucks.” Hobi says.
“You’re too high to move off this couch anyway,” Tae teases.
“Just don’t make it gory, it’ll ruin my munchies.”
“Gotcha.”
~
It’s gory, supernatural and just in general, not the most light-hearted watch of them all.
At some point, Jungkook walks to the kitchen, feeling a little queasy as he rummages around the fridge, looking for water. Or perhaps some juice to settle his stomach.
“Hi,”
He jumps, turning around and looking at Sydney as she takes a couple of steps towards him.
“Hey- sorry, you scared me.”
“Nothing to apologize for.” She says, and Jungkook picks up on the way her tone gets sultry all of a sudden.
He huffs, hand scratching the back of his neck.
“I didn’t want to text you- on Tinder. Felt impersonal… specially when I can have you all to myself,” she walks closer to him, “like this.”
He lets out a laugh, sounding half nervous and all too confused. “It’s okay.”
“What’s about you, Jungkook?”
“About me?”
“Yeah. You. You’re so…,” and closer. “Magnetic.”
He chuckles, unsure. “I- I’m not… all that. Magnetic, I mean.”
“No, I think you are.”
“I- thanks, Sydney.”
“I’ll figure it out.” She says,
“I’ll figure you out.”
~
Sydney walks next to you down the dark corridor, linking your arm in hers and shuddering. You laugh and say,
“Scardy cat.”
“I’m high and can’t get that movie out of my fucking head.”
“I’d be scared too if I was you… it’s always the blonde ones with the big titties.”
“I’m done for, then.” She looks behind her as she says this, and even in the darkness, she can make out Jungkook’s face. He smiles awkwardly at her.
You’d almost forgotten his presence for a second there, and when Sydney flirts, you have to make a physical and mental effort not to roll your eyes. You hate this feeling, feel like shaking it off. But what you hate even more is how your heart- scratch that, your brain links it to him. It makes no sense to you and you remind yourself, without an ounce of hesitation over the crassness of your thoughts, that he simply finger fucked you inside a laundry room. And that you don’t even tolerate him like that. Hell, you don’t even know him well enough to decide if you tolerate him and your irritation towards him tells you that even if you did know him, you still wouldn’t tolerate him.
Behind you, he stumbles on his steps, making him trip a little. You can feel it.
“Sorry,” he says.
All the strength in the world can’t contain the force with which your eyes roll to the back of your head.
The ugh is mental, but it’s loud nonetheless.
“Watch your steps, Kookie…” Sydney says, managing to make it sound sexual.
He huffs out a little laugh before saying, “yeah…”
You make your way out of the building, the chilly spring night sending a breeze your way, goosebumps forming down your legs. The moon still looks full, round and bright right above you, illuminating everything around you.
“Are you staying over at mine,” you ask Sydney.
“Nope. Jackson is coming over.” Her eyes land on Jungkook for a brief second as she says this and he looks like he’s trying not to eavesdrop on your conversation even though it’s happening right next to him and loud enough for him to hear.
“Ah, of course.” You say, nodding your head.
This is a lie. Jackson isn’t coming over. In fact, there’s two Jacksons in Sydney’s life and besides being her former sneaky links, they also take the very important role of one of her sworn by strategies. “Make them think you’re fucking someone already. Not to ignite jealousy, or anything. That’s so antiquate. Simply to put the idea of sex inside their heads. Not just sex, though. Sex with you!” She would say.
It was crazy, but in a hot girl kind of way and dare you say it always worked. Tried and tested, you had plenty of testimonies to prove it.
“Yeah, he’s coming over with sushi-”
And just like that, as if stuck in some shitty teen romance straight out of Netflix, sudden showers of rain take her words right out of her mouth. Sydney shrieks and you grab her arm, running to your car for shelter and bringing her with you.
You both get inside with a grunt, soaking wet even though you could’ve not have been in the rain for more than a minute.
“___,” she says.
You’re turning the engine on, the windshield wipers following as you look into your rear-view mirror, getting ready to leave the parking space.
“What?”
“We can’t just leave him here.”
“Leave who- oh.”
Jungkook stands in the rain, looking lost like a deer caught in headlights – your headlights to be precise – as he ponders on what to do next. He’s debating on waiting it out, running or going back inside. It all sounds slightly unconventional considering he’s soaking wet now.
“Ugh, fine,” you say, flashing your headlights at him until you get his attention. He can’t see much, two blurry figures staring back at him, but he can make out the way you beckon at him, waving your hand frantically.
He runs over to your car, opening the door to the backseat and sliding right in.
“Thank you,” is all he manages to say.
“That’s fine.” You say.
Sydney turns around, giving him a one over.
“Aw, poor thing. You got all wet.”
Fucking hell.
You should’ve just left him in the rain.
~
You pull up to Sydney’s apartment complex, parking right in front of the door before you’re turning in your seat, looking at her, a knowing smile on your face.
“Say hi to Jackson from me,” you sing-song, giving Sydney a little wink
She smiles, raising her eyebrows once before she’s turning around in her seat, locking eyes with Jungkook. “Will do,” she says to you, eyes still on him.
Jungkook looks to the side, wet hair sticking to his forehead, fists closed around his sleeves, shivering slightly from the cold – his drenched clothes doing nothing in his favour. Sydney’s gaze makes him nervous, intimidates him even as he recalls their little conversation in the kitchen. Her piercing blue eyes smile at him for a second longer before she’s blowing a kiss your way and exiting the car with a cheery toned, “thanks!”
You pull out of the driveway, looking into your rear-view mirror until Jungkook’s eyes find yours. He hopes you can’t see the way he blushes, the way his gaze falters and looks down before they soften, fully focusing on you.
“Do you live on campus,” you ask, tone indifferent as you look back at the road.
“No. It’s actually- we’re almost there. 700 metres, give or take.”
“Oh,” you say, brain fixated on the fact that he lives dangerously close to Sydney – information she will relish on. Information that you’d usually be thrilled to pass along, always one to encourage her sexescapades. Right now, it feels like a ring in your ear, turning them hot, making you uncomfortable as you shift in your seat.
“Sorry for not telling you before.”
“Whatever.”
You’re brass – unfairly so, and you know it. However much he annoys you for reasons you can’t quite explain, he doesn’t deserve you being outright rude. You look at him again, only his eyes visibly through the rear-view mirror, eyes shiny despite the darkness in the backseat. He looks fallen and it exacerbates your discomfort, but this time, the feeling’s different.
“It’s on the way anyway,” you add.
“Yeah, that’s why- yeah.” He struggles to lace his words together.
You simply nod, a wave of guilt running through you as you feel his unease.
It only takes a couple more minutes until he’s letting you know you’re almost there, giving you simple directions until you’re pulling in front of his building.
“Thank you, ___.”
“You’re welcome.”
There’s a brief moment, a second even, where you both just stay there, thick silence filling the car as your eyes lock through the rear-view mirror. You’re trying to compute a thought, a sentence – anything that would signal coherence, but it’s to no avail. When he looks away, all you know is that you wished he didn’t. And when he’s opening the door, promptly leaving your car, you wished he hadn’t.
You don’t know what sort of reckless process your brain goes about but before you can talk yourself out of it, you’re unbuckling your seatbelt and reaching for the door, opening it in a haste. You leave the car, standing right in front of Jungkook; the rain has simmered down but you can feel the way the drizzle falls onto your skin. He looks confused, pouty lips pursed, eyes widening in slight shock. He’s about to say something, but you don’t let him, grabbing him by the collar of his drenched shirt before crashing your lips into his. A tiny gasp leaves his mouth but he gives in instinctively, all the tension he’d been holding leaving his body as he kisses you back. His arms wrap around your waist and yours circle around his neck, bringing him closer. Your movements are frantic, tongue swiping against his bottom lip before your teeth are closing around it. He hisses, a rush of pleasure swimming all through him and he wants you so bad. So fucking bad he stops questioning your hot and cold behaviour towards him. He’d take the cold anytime if it meant having you like this.
Your back hits the car, hands behind you reaching for the door before you pry it open.
“In,” you manage to say in-between sloppy kisses.
You slide through the backseat of your car, unbothered by the discomfort of the hard leather seats and the tight space as you lay down, opening your legs to make room for him. Your pretty dress hikes up your thighs and it makes Jungkook head spin for a second, stilling in place before he’s coming back to life, closing the door behind him and laying on top of you. For a second, you two simply stare at each other with heavy breaths and hazy eyes.
He looks so dreamy it pisses you off.
“I’m not letting you fuck me in the backseat of my Mini Cooper.”
He shakes his head, a small grin forming on his lips, taking you by surprise. “No,” he whispers.
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
His lips are on yours, tongues meeting with more determination this time, your hand wrapping around the nape of his neck before your fingers are tangling between his wet locks. He smells the same way he did the first time he was this close to you, only this time you’re more aware of how good it fills your senses. How good he feels this flushed to you. Your hips jerk up, meeting his, legs parting further as he pushes down, a little whine passing his lips by the friction alone. You can feel how hard he is even through the layers and you circle your hips, trying to feel more of it.
He tenses, kissing you harder and a moan escapes your lips. You can tell he’s trying to control himself – only you don’t want him to.
“Do you like me?” You ask, mouth on his, not an ounce of distance forming.
It takes a while for him to answer, his arousal making him feel lightheaded, nerves kicking in.
“Y-yeah. Yeah, I do.” He’s more assertive as he looks into your eyes.
In a jolt of confidence, his hand travels up your neck, fingers tracing up your face so very gently until he’s pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You feel the heat swim to your cheeks, self-conscious all of a sudden as he looks at you – really sees you. It’s not a feeling you oftentimes experience in these circumstances and when it feels almost unbearable, you look away.
You’re not shy – not without purpose anyway. So, you brush it off, looking into his eyes, gaze lowering.
“Act on it then.”
He kisses you again, fingers losing themselves in your hair, hips pushing into yours. You let your tongue wonder, grazing his lips, pillowy softness parting for you until it meets his in a sloppy dance. Your own fingers tangle inside his locks of hair, pushing him closer to you, with enough force to release some pent-up tension from your moment earlier.
“Fuck,” he pants, face nuzzling on the crook of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
Your hand travels down, feeling the hard ridges of his abdomen, sucking in a breath. When you reach lower, you palm his cock over his pants, the soft fabric doing wonders to your imagination. He’s big and heavy in your hand, and when you squeeze, he lets out a throaty groan.
“You’re so fucking hard.”
“Can I eat you out?”
His question throws you aback enough to stifle down a laugh.
“I wouldn’t be opposed.”
That confidence of yours – a bless and a curse to Jungkook, who kisses you once more before he’s looking behind him, trying to figure out just how he’s going to make this work.
“It’s doable,” you say, sliding further backwards until your head rests against the door, giving you a better view of him as he settles down between your legs, one of his knees touching the floor.
Something in the smugness of the way you insinuate that someone has been in this position before him wires his brain, makes him greedy and competitive. Makes him want you to think that he did better than anyone before him, and that he probably will do it better than anyone after him. Even if he never hears you say it.
You open your legs further, dress hiking up, pretty pink panties on display. He looks at them, mouth near salivating, looking at you and the way you draw your index finger between your teeth. Your free hand travels down, impatiently pushing the lacey fabric to the side, exposing your pussy to him. He prods his middle finger between your folds, parting them as he travels from your center all the way to your clit, circling around it. You’re so wet the feeling has you buckling your hips up immediately, the glide of your slick making it easy to feel every single nerve ending come to life.
He likes the way you react to him, revelling in it as he lowers his head, lips wrapping around your clit as he gives it a little tentative suck, the moan you let out doubling on heavenly as you pull on his hair. His tongue follows, its thickness parting your folds and circling around your center before flicking your clit once, twice, three times as you tense under him.
“That feels so- oh my God,” he takes the words right out of your tongue as his hand holds your inner thigh, parting your leg further and diving in, the heat of his mouth embracing your clit as his head shakes and he sucks in rhythmic movements, sending waves of pleasure down your body and up your core. He aids your pleasure tenfold when his middle and ring finger enter you, his digits arching, wonderous for a second before he’s hitting that spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, moans getting increasingly loud as you become all too aware of how hot your whole body feels.
“You taste so good,” he says, looking up at your as his fingers work you deeper, fixing on a tempo that’s not too slow, not too fast – perfect enough to numb anything that isn’t how good you fucking feel away.
“Keep going- yeah, like that.” You say this, though he doesn’t need instructions and you’re well aware of this.
“Yeah, fuck- you’re gonna cum.”
It’s not a question, not a hint of one in his voice, even. Your eyes snap open, looking down at him but before you can say anything, his mouth is back on your pussy, pace on wild this time as the tip of his tongue dances around your clit, teasing you. You’re so close, can’t quite explain how he’s solely doing that with his fingers, not really putting his tongue where you want it the most. You don’t want to cum like this, it drives you a bit mad.
You pull on his hair, making him look up at you, though his tongue and fingers don’t falter once.
“Lick it.”
He snickers, and the mere vibrations threaten to end it all for you.
“You’re so tight around my fingers, I think you could cum like this.”
What the fuck?
His tongue circles your entrance, fingers still deep inside of you, slowing his pace down a bit. “I don’t want to- shit. I don’t want to cum like this.”
“Then cum, baby. All over my mouth.”
It’s a mixture between the way he says baby and the way his tongue gives you exactly what you want, flicking your clit, licking slowly and sucking fast, like that until you’re writhing and panting under him, legs closing around his head.
“I’m gonna… cum,” you whisper, all the strength drained out of your body as you begin to shake, your orgasm flowing through you in ripples, gushing around his fingers and pulsing on his tongue as the feeling exacerbates all through you.
He looks at you, eyes finding your face in between the strands of dark hair. You look so dreamy – so pretty. Eyes clenched shut, lips parted, hand cupping your breast over your dress, exposing your neck to him. He wants to kiss you; he wants to tell you look so beautiful coming undone like this.
When you come down, your eyes open, finding his eyes on yours.
“You’re so,” gorgeous, “hot.” He says.
“You’re… skilled.”
In his high, this is a win in Jungkook’s book. He sits up, head thrown back against the headrest, a lazy smile adorning his lips. Almost proud. Very proud, actually. You pull yourself up, gathering enough strength to throw your leg around his, straddling him. His hands land on your waist, squeezing some as you start circling your hips around him. They travel downward until they’re on your hips, one staying there and the other settling on your ass, underneath your dress.
You kiss him, and it takes very little friction for you to be ready to go again.
“Do you have a condom?”
“N-no,” he says, looking into your eyes.
This, you knew.
This was also part of a quick-witted plan.
You click your tongue. “That’s unfortunate.”
“I’m sorry,” he doesn’t know why, it’s not like he could’ve imagined the same person that dismissed him (gruesomely) would be coming around his tongue and straddling his lap only a week later. Less than a week – 6 days, if he’s being precise.
“Yeah,” you say. “It’s getting late, anyways.” You give him a sweet smile, but nothing about it is warm.
Jungkook’s cock quite literally throbs inside his pants. No, really. He can feel it – painfully so, too. But he’s never one to push, or to overstep boundaries. So, he gives you a small smile, one that actually ignites warmth, nodding slightly. He gives himself the opportunity to bask in this moment for a little longer, though. To bask in you. And so, he kisses you. Hand cupping your cheek, lips softly landing on yours, locking around the plumpness, head tilting a bit to deepen the kiss. You kiss him back, sighing into his mouth – letting go. it’s a good kiss, and you realize then that it’s a kiss you can’t quite compare to anything. Not to any kiss you’ve had before, nor to any other instance when you’d had someone this physically close to you, opening your body to them. Your mind following. It scares you – it scares you to see your heart close behind.
You pull away, hands pressing on his chest to make distance between you two.
“Anyways,” you force a smile. “Thank you for the orgasm.”
He lets out a little laugh, head tilting to the side in what you wouldn’t dare to describe as endearing.
“You’re welcome, ___.”
~
“Hey, what was the name of that movie we watched on Tuesday? At Jin’s-”
“I don’t remember.” You snap at Sydney.
“Geez, ___. You’re in some mood.” Sumi says.
You roll your eyes, shrugging them off.
“Are you good?” Sydney asks, and you know you must be exuding the gnarliest of energies if Sydney herself is worried.
“I’m fine.”
“Relax your shoulders. You’re all tense and slouching.” Sumi adds.
“I can’t believe Sumi is telling you to relax, ___. You should be alarmed.”
Sumi laughs at Sydney’s remark. “I’ll blame it on the mind-blowing sex I’m having.”
“That’s my girl,” Sydney says, proud.
“Maybe that’s what you need, ___.”
“What?”
Sumi rolls her eyes. “To get laid.”
~
You focus on the song that plays on the radio. It helps you mute the impulsivity of your actions – as well as the little sense it makes inside your head. You’re acting purely on instinct and feel no remorse, nor worry, even if you don’t quite know if your seeds will bloom any sort of fruit. Or, in more colloquial terms, leave you twice as horny and triple the angry.
You see a gas station on the way, steering your car into its direction as you suddenly remember an essential item to this whole plan. You park right in front, not even shutting the engine off as you run inside, speed-walking down the aisle until you find what you’re looking for. When you pay, the pre-pubescent teenager working the cashier gives you a smirk, bordering on nasty.
“Ew.”
He winks. “Have fun, sweetheart.”
You give him the finger, taking the brown bag he swings your way.
In front of Jungkook’s building, you’re met with yet another obstacle as you realize you don’t even know what apartment is his – it almost makes you turn away, making you all too aware of the road you’ve travelled, of how far you’ve come, for him of all people. It is so out of character you’re very well close to turning around and booty calling Jimin, just so he fucks the insanity out of you.
What if Jimin’s there?
What if- any of them is there?
You close your eyes, taking a wild guess and pushing on the first button your finger lands on – handing it over to Jesus.
“Hello?” A sweet voice comes through the intercom, belonging to what you can only make out to be an old lady, pitch and tone considered.
“Uh… hi.” You realize how stupid that sounds the minute it leaves your mouth.
“Can I help you dear?”
“Sorry- I thought this was… Jungkook’s.”
“Oh! You missed, but only by a little. He’s my next-door neighbour. 402.”
That’s not dangerous at all – her giving out that information, you think.
“Here, I’ll buzz you in,” she adds.
“Oh- okay. Thank you.”
“You tell him I said hi! Sweet boy, that one.”
“Sure thing,” you say.
She buzzes you in and you step inside the elevator, pressing on the fourth floor. You stare at your reflection in the mirror.
“What the fuck are you doing?” The elevator dings, signalling you’ve reached your destination. “Too late to figure it out now.”
You walk down the short hallway, turning to apartment 402. You ring his doorbell, taking a step back and looking around you, fixating on anything but-
Him. Him, as he opens the door to his apartment, eyes widening slightly when he sees you – there, standing in front of his home.
“___?”
“Hi.”
It’s baffles him – how after half the shit you’ve pulled, you still manage to surprise him.
“Hi- hey. What are you doing here?”
You push the brown gas station bag in his direction. “Fortune.”
He takes it from you, prying it open and looking inside it, the box of condoms visible from the corner of the bag.
“Oh- oh.”
“Can I come in?”
He steps aside, letting you inside his apartment, too in shock to ask questions, even to himself.
You walk inside and he walks backwards, almost running away from your determined pace. When you push him onto the wall, raising a tentative eyebrow at him, he gulps audibly. You smile, dropping down to your knees. He looks at you, damn near losing it over the sight before him.
“Your next-door neighbour says hi, by the way.”
“Let’s not talk about Mrs. Alby right now.”
~
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➭ death valley (s) (a) edgy!au gang!au rocker!au | ot7 x reader - COMPLETE
welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize
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➭ nexus (s) (a) casino!au elite!au gang/organized crime!au | ot7 x reader - IN PROGRESS
a shocking murder prompts a corrupt detective to insert himself within your elite circle of friends. behind the bright casino lights lies a twisted web of dangerous alliances, illicit affairs, all driven by an insatiable lust for power. play your cards right and you might survive. but even if you get lucky, the house always wins
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➭ placebo (s) (a) (f) soulmate!au science!au vigilanteau | jimin x reader, namjoon x reader - IN PROGRESS
you're assigned a soulmate backed by science of compatibility that hopes to promote healthier, long-lasting, loving relationships. he’s nothing like you would expect, but you try and fall in love - only to find it was just a placebo
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➭ sour candy (s) (d) coming soon
he’s sour candy. so sweet till he gets a little angry.
you wake up in the back of a cab with no memory of the last month, and a bag full of pills. someone is after you, and you don’t know who or why.

➭ street rat (s) (d) coming soon
he’s the type of guy who’d do anything for quick cash. lie, cheat, steal - you name it. lovers have tried to change him & deep down he knows he should. until he meets someone who likes him just the way he is: dangerous, sleazy, greedy.

➭ fuck me forever (s) college!au fwb!au pwp | jungkook x reader - COMPLETE
you’re trying to study but kookie wants to play. really bad.
scenarios: someone wants to ask you on a date | you start dating someone else |
drabbles: he sees you flirting at a college party | fuck me better ft. kth
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➭ touch me wherever (s) loss-of-innocence!au pwp | jungkook x reader - COMPLETE
jungkook wants to touch you and he can’t hold back
scenarios: when you get a crush | when he takes your virginity | if he got you pregnant | kink discovery: dacryphilia | when your tits ache and he helps
drabbles: tickle me there | touch yourself here | wanna touch you | soaked n’ slippery
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the glow up (5) | pjm, jjk
pairing: jimin x reader x jungkook
summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure
genre: angst, smut, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au
word count: 3k
warnings: college boys fighting, jimin’s abs, everyone’s abs, misogyny, mentions of sexual harassment, light smut: threesome (mxmxf), tittie fuck, cock warming, a single spank, gaslighting, toxic behavior, slut shaming
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It was another scorching day. Your stomach turned at the prospect of the day ahead of you. Today was Hobi’s annual summer party. Every summer he would have a big party with literally everyone from your old high school.
Hobi’s party had a notorious reputation of being the scene where all the summer flings were established. You and Jimin would always go together and leave together, never getting too involved. It was boys like Taehyung and Jungkook who really got wild at this.
You hadn’t even thought about how different this party would be for you now, especially after Jimin’s. Normally you and him would catch up with old friends, drink a little bit, but mostly just enjoy the music and have fun together.
Not only would you not be able to hang out with Jimin, but you also would not be able to avoid the heart of party. Hook-up central. The pool.
You shuddered thinking about the last time you were in a pool, where Jungkook had just groped you so openly and you just let him. You liked it.
You tried to convince yourself that Jungkook’s actions lately didn’t effect you, but for some reason the thought would leave you with a sour taste in your mouth. You and Jungkook had always been cordial, he was part of your friend group, but you two were never specifically that close. You were comfortable with him, but Taehyung was definitely more approachable even back then.
You had texted Taehyung about going to the party together, but he had already made plans to go with Jungkook, and that was the last person you wanted to see.
You really only had one option left.
Next thing you know, you’re back at Jimin’s doorstep, remembering with a wave of guilt how you left him to go fool around with Taehyung just around a week ago. You rang the doorbell.
“Who is it?” You heard from inside.
“It’s me”
Nothing.
“Jimin?”
The door cracked open slightly. Jimin was shirtless, his skin now significantly tanned from when you last saw him, and also his muscles surprisingly more defined. He had clearly been working out a lot since you last saw him.
“Oh hey” His eyes softened when the met yours but you could see the sadness in them. Your heart clenched. You pushed past the door and threw yourself into his arms, giving him the tightest hug you could conjure. “Are you okay?” His familiar scent overwhelmed you, and you wanted to just melt into him.
You nodded, cheek pressed against his shoulder, “God I missed you so much. Jimin stroked your back affectionately before pressing his lips to the top of your head. You looked up at him. “I am so sorry Jimin”
Jimin forced a slight smile, “It’s…fine. What’s going on, is everything okay?”
Not leaving his arms for a second you spilled. You told him everything that transpired. Every thought you had, Every regret. You told him about what really happened at his party, what happened after. You told him about jungkook, taehyung, everything. You could no longer bare to keep anything from your best friend.
You hadn’t noticed, but Jimin was now clenching your waist tightly, his eyes raging.
“Jungkook did what” After a few moments of silence to take in everything you said, Jimin was furious.
You took his hands into yours and sat him down on his bed. “Look it doesn’t matter.” Lies. “I just, I’m so sorry about all of this. I’m such an idiot—“
Jimin pulled away from you, shaking his head. “No way. You have no reason to be sorry. This is NOT your fault. I’m going to fucking kill Jungkook” He tilted his head in anger.
“Jimin, it’s okay just—“
“It’s OKAY?” Jimin yelled, “You’re OKAY with the fact that Jungkook just fucking stuck his fingers in you? And…that fucking Taehyung too…he didn’t do anything to stop him? What the fuck?”
“It’s really not like that Jimin” Jimin ignored you and cracked his knuckles.
“I didn’t” Your voice went small, “I didn’t try and stop him. It’s my fault” Jimin stared at you.
“You know, you could be a lot of things, but I would have never thought you were stupid.” He inhaled sharply before easing his voice back to an appropriate volume, “Are you okay? Like seriously.”
“I think so.”
“Shit y/n. SHIT” Jimin tossed a pillow across the room in frustration before buying his head in his lap.
“Jimin…” You ran your hand through his hair as he tried to calm down.
“I’m the one that should be sorry. God I was such as ass to you. After we had sex too, ugh I regret it so much. The things I said I mean…not the sex. You’re my best friend, it’s my job to protect you and be there for you, and make sure you don’t get hurt. I made our relationship complicated and I’m sorry.” Jim-in raised his face, giving up an intense look, “But so help me y/n, if Jeon Jungkook or Kim Taehyung have the audacity to show their face to me tonight, I will FUCKING end them”
Jimin decided it was best for you two to stick together like usual during the party. You decided to forgo the swimwear completely for the evening, opting instead for a a pair of denim shorts and a tube top. Jimin would have preferred you cover up more, but he didn’t say anything. You put a glittery body spray that added a nice shimmer to your skin in the sunlight.
Hobi’s house was gigantic. Even after all these years, it always excited you to come see all the new things they may have added. Flat screen TVs in the kitchen, a glow in the dark pool table, a whole dance floor, each year brough surprises. Hobi’s pool was on the roof of the house, infinity style. You could already hear the music blasting. It was comforting that there were already a lot of people there, so your entrance could go unnoticed. You saw Taehyung’s white convertible parked from the corner of your eye, letting you know he was already there. Jimin parked the car. You both sat for a while, simply listening the loud bass vibrate your surroundings. The music gave you a sense of confidence. You reached for Jimin’s hand but he pulled it away.
“Let’s just be normal tonight” He tried to smile. You wanted to roll your eyes. He was so hot and cold. You got out of the car. You could see people standing around smoking, old friends hugging and taking selfies. Red plastic cups everywhere. Shirtless guys, bikini-clad girls, familiar faces. It felt like an out of body experience. You followed Jimin, who chose to wear a loose white muscle tee that showed off his toned arms.
“Oh my GOD! Y/n!” You heard some familiar voices of girls from your high school. You smiled and waved, “GIRL YOU LOOK SO GOOD YESSS” You giggled. More girls crowded you, fawning you with compliments, but the attention was short living, as soon they noticed Jimin who was by your side.
Now this glow up made them drool.
“Park Jimin!” “Have you been working out?” “Holy shit, wanna come over later?” “Jiminieeee I missed you oh my gosh”
Good. Take him away sea of ladies. You thought to yourself. Jimin turned to look back at you in worry as he got dragged away. You winked and gave him a supportive thumbs up. Once Jimin was out of sight, you decided to look for Taehyung.
Where to look first? The pool. You climbed the stairs until you finally got to Hobi’s rooftop, walking out into the intense sun. The pool was packed, music louder here than before. People seemed to be having a great time. There was volleyball, chicken, all sorts of games happening. People were jumping, splashing, it was truly a sight to behold. You saw Junkook right away, with a girl on his shoulders wrestling playfully with Hobi in the water. You stared at him, jaw clenching at how carefree he looked.
“Princess” You turned to see Taehyung, dressed still in partially unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. In his hand was a cup of what you assumed was beer. “Good to see you” He places a firm kiss onto your lips, lingering a bit. You flinched at the sudden action.
“Taehyung what the fuck” You whispered, looking around to make sure no one had seen you. Taehyung chuckled, wrapping his hand around your waist. His eyes followed where you had been looking earlier.
“Wanna dance with me?” You had no response. Especially because while the two of you were strictly hooking up, Taehyung did seem to really like you, but you suddenly felt overwhelmed. So many people would see you two together. Someone would tell Jimin. And then Jimin would start a fight. Taehyung noticed your hesitation.
“I…I’ll be right back” You wiggled out of Taehyungs grasp and rapidly made your way through the crowd before he could stop you. You barely glanced back long enough to see a confused and slightly hurt look on Taehyung’s face.
It wasn’t long before you heard a whistle.
“Y/n! Babe! Get that sexy ass in the pool” Jungkook cat called. Hobi playfully splashed him, rolling his eyes. The girl on his shoulders just giggled. “Bet I could take you both, if you know what I mean” He winked. You glared at him.
“Excuse me” You felt yourself getting dizzy as Jimin’s voice came booming across the pool. You had no idea when he got up here. He had a few girls surrounding him, but his eyes were glued onto you and Jungkook, who was still in the pool a few feet away from you. He made his way over to you, pulling you back behind him, gritting his teeth. “Get out of the pool Jeon” He spat.
“Nah I’m good Jimin. But hey, I’d be down to share. You me and y/n. Sounds fun” You could hear Hobi mention to the girl that she should probably leave.
“I can’t believe I’ve let you live this long after what you did” Jimin growled, curling his hands into a fist.
Jungkook ran a hand through his hair and smirked, “The fuck did I do? She’s the one screwing Taehyung left right and center. Get mad at her. Bros before Hoes” You placed your hands on Jimin’s arm to keep him from jumping into the pool and pounding Jungkook’s face.
“Jungkook, that’s enough” Hobi said, trying to keep a playful demeanor, “Come on guys, let’s not kill the vibe. Take it inside”
“Any guy here could make a move on her and she’d sleep with them. Because she can. She’s a slut now.” Jungkook raised himself out of the pool, the water dripping down his intense muscles. His tattoos gleamed in the sunlight.
“Inside. Now.” Hobi’s voice became more stern. Jungkook put his hands up in defense. You followed Jimin’s lead and went down into the house, Jungkook trailing closely behind. The three of you reached Hobi’s bedroom.
“Tell me one good reason that I shouldn’t smash your face” Jimin sneered. Jungkook, to your dismay, could not stop smiling.
“I dare you to try”
“Guys!” You finally intervened. “Please, let’s just talk it out” You plopped down on Hobi’s bed. “I wanna get back to the party so just make it quick”
Jungkook suddenly pulled down his shorts. You quickly covered your eyes and Jimin yelled out “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Let’s just have sex.” He whined “It would be so good, think about it. It’s like revenge sex, hate sex, jealous sex all in one.”
You could hear him stroke himself slightly, and you opened your eyes to watch. Jungkook had a body of a God. Your heart raced, unsure if this was a dream.
“You’re insane. I am not having sex with you. And y/n is definitely not.” Jimin approached Jungkook with the intention of pushing him away, but Jungkook was stronger, and simply held Jimin in place, kissing him on the lips. Your eyes widened at the scene. Never would you have thought you would see two of the hottest guys you knew kissing right in front of your eyes.
Jimin pushed Jungkook back, “Dude what the fuck?”
Jungkook licked his lips, “Come on Jimin, don’t be a prude, live a little. It’s an experience”
“My problem isn’t fucking you, it’s you fucking Y/N”
Jungkook turned to you. “Do you want to do this? Do you wanna try it out?”
You bit your lip. You did fantasize about having one someday, just not necessarily with these people. However, Jungkook looked stunning and Jimin made your heart race. It could be amazing.
“I guess I’d be down to experiment…but I don’t know if I’ll like it” You commented, hugging your knees to your chest. Jungkook knelt down and kissed the tops of your knees.
“Oh baby girl, there’s no stopping me once I get my hands on you”
You didn’t have time to process what he said before he was pulling down your shorts and pulling off your top. Your naked breasts bounced in front of his eyes.
“Oh fuck yes” He muttered. He motioned for Jimin to join him on the ground. Next thing you knew, both boys were on their knees before you, each one with their mouth latched to one of your breasts. It was the most erotic sensation you had ever felt. It was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help the loud moans that slid past your lips.
“Oh my…holy…shit that feels” Your sentences were unable to form, it was as if the electric pulses of the way their tongues circled and lapped at your sensitive nipples shut down the rest of your brain. Waves of heat seared through your veins and your hips bucked up unconsciously. Jungkook, who was already naked, helped you lay back on the bed.
“Now, Jimin. Since you two actually like each other or whatever, I’ll let you pick.” He motioned towards your body that was squirming around and begging for their attention. “Pussy or tits”
Jimin frowned at Jungkook’s coarse language, but scanned your body nevertheless, considering his options.
“You are not getting inside her.” He mumbled. Jungkook shrugged.
“Either works” He climbed over your face so that his knees were on either side of you. His large hands pushed your breasts together as he let his long, thick cock slap against your glittering skin. The view wasn’t ideal, but once you felt Jimin’s soft fingers caressing your thighs, you relaxed immediately.
“Condom?” Jungkook asked. Jimin smirked slightly and shook his head. “Oh wow, Park Jimin’s gonna take his bitch raw. Impressive”
“I’m protected you idiot” You mumbled, shutting your eyes so you could focus on the feeling of Jungkook slowly sliding his cock in between your heaving breasts. The invasion accelerated your heartrate. The way his tip just rubbed against the valley of your chest almost feverishly as he picked up his face. You were so turned on you couldn’t believe it.
Jungkook let out soft grunts as he thrusted into you. Meanwhile you could hear Jimin undress and start stroking himself, the sound of skin on skin driving you wild. Your thighs trembled in anticipation.
Finally Jimin was hard and ready for you. He watched carefully as Jungkook fucked your tits mercilessly, his hands clenching your breasts so harshly you were afraid they might bruise. You felt Jimin tease your exposed folds with the tip of his cock. You let out a whimper when he backed up a little to continue stroking himself.
“Jimin” You whined helplessly, “Jimin please. I wanna feel you please”
“I…” Jimin still wasn’t sure that he wanted to do this. Seeing you, with Jungkook almost sitting on your face and using you like a sex doll, it made him feel queasy.
“Jimin baby please I need you” Your voice almost sounded to him like a cry for help. His eyes narrowed at Jungkook who was too fucked out to notice.
Suddenly you felt something wet sprawl all over your stomach. Jungkook came. Everywhere.
“Fuck that was so good” He groaned, releasing his hold on your aching breasts only long enough to slap them harshly before squeezing them again one last time. He carefully got off of you and stood up. You opened your eyes to see Jimin still standing where he was, only this time with his cock out in his hand. Jungkook began to dress himself.
“You missed out Jimin. Oh well” He winked, and as if nothing happened, he was gone.
You and Jimin were silent.
“I…” Jimin stuttered, slightly embarrassed that he froze up and didn’t join in, “I just…couldn’t. The way he was just, using you, I felt…dirty”
You sighed. “Come here” He obeyed, cuddling up behind you. He wasn’t as hard as he could be, so you figured you might as well assist him with that.
You reached down and began stroking his cock. He nestled his face into your neck.
“I’m so sorry y/n” He whispered before letting out a pleasurable whine “I’m so sorry”
He kept apologizing as you jacked him off, eventually spitting in your hands to increase speed at which you pumped him up and down along his length. Something about his pitiful whining was turning you on a lot. You wrapped your whole hand around his cock and guided it in between your ass. Jimin moaned loudly.
“Oh my godddd” He exhaled as you wiggled your ass back and he entered you from behind. “Can we just stay like this for a bit baby? Can you keep my cock warm while I cuddle you hm?”
You nodded, and he softly kissed your neck.
“You’re mine. I’m never sharing you again”
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A/N: i know the smut was very much not satisfying in this, i promise the next part is nice n dirty. hehe.
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death valley (m) | part 0
summary: this town is wasted & alone. but we are alive, here in death valley, but don’t take love off the table yet. cuz tonight is just fire alarms & losing you

welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize
pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: drugdealer!jungkook x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader
genre: smut. thriller. eventual yandere. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 6.6k
warnings: explicit & multiple smut scenes, rough sex (choking, hair-pulling, light scratching + spanking, tearing clothes, etc), penetrative sex, drug abuse, alcohol, manipulation & toxic behavior, guns, smoking, oral (f & m receiving), thigh riding, fighting/boxing, switch!jk, switch!reader, dom!jimin
a/n: i absolutely loved writing this. it’s wild, hot, sexy, filthy, summer madness ugh. i hope you enjoy (im so nervous lol i poured my soul into the smut) inspired by the song death valley by fall out boy
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It was scorching outside. You could hear muted sounds of a bass tuning as you wandered down the dark hallways of the record company that had offered you an internship.
“Here’s one of studios” Ahead of you, a chirpy representative was motioning into the tinted glass door. “They all look the same pretty much and oh!” He backed away as the door slid open.
You felt your breath escape you. A man emerged with such intense eyes you wouldn’t believe. He was dressed formally in a black collared shirt, partially unbuttoned, adorned with silver jewelry. You could see a tattoo begin under his small hoop earrings traveling onto his back, making your imagination run wild. He glanced at the rep and gave him an approving nod before turning. His eyes scanned you, nonchalant, taking more interest- much to your dismay -in the intern next to you. Kim Namjoon.
You had met Namjoon during orientation a few days ago. He was a nice guy, clearly passionate about music. He was also insanely well built, you couldn’t help watching the way his biceps would flex when he would work the soundboard.
Namjoon didn’t seem as in awe of the man who had emerged as you were, but you noticed the man take a pause to inspect his face closely. He then tilted his head quickly, his tongue rolling along the inside of his jawline as if he was annoyed somehow. A smirk played at his lips.
He didn’t bother exchanging any words, he brushed past you to walk in the other direction. You gulped.
“That was Min Yoongi! The head producer. He’s really good—he basically produces all of our artists songs.” The rest of the tour was numb to you, your mind was too caught up in that man’s face. His eyes were almost feline, enticing you. He might literally have been the most attractive man you had seen in your life. He looked so incredibly unbothered, but simultaneously precise. As if he was memorizing every detail of where he looked. Even through the split second you had met his eyes, you felt like he was able to see right through you.
“Y/n?” A hand waved in front of your face. You flinch slightly, returning to reality where Namjoon was sitting across a conference table from you. “Earth to Y/n”
“S..sorry. I just spaced out. What were you saying?” Namjoon smiled knowingly.
“I asked if you were free tonight.” He slid a flyer in your direction. On it in bold red lettering was: RM vs. JIN. Death Valley. 9 PM. “There’s this awesome local…hang out of sorts. I guess you could call it a club. It’s called Death Valley. A lot of the artists here hang out there too. They have fights and stuff every now and then…and there’s one tonight” You noticed him blushing slightly, “Anyway if you’re free. You should definitely come”
You picked up and examined the flyer. The lettering struck you as almost gothic. “Do I just meet you there? How does it work?” Namjoon shifted his weight.
“When you get there, just show them that flyer and they’ll take you where you need to go. You’ll find me don’t worry”
You had never really been to a fight before. But figuring from what Namjoon said about the label artists hanging out at the place regularly, you made the decision to dress yourself up a bit punk. You wore a red pencil skirt with a modest and fitting black top. Last minute you decided to grab a large leather jacket.
The jacket had a funny story. You were a huge groupie back in the day, and one time at a concert, the lead singer of a band you really liked, Park Jimin, threw his jacket into the crowd, and luckily you caught it.
You arrived at the address, the cold wind causing you to wrap your arms around yourself. It was quite a happening scene. Girls were dressed in stockings and chokers, smoking something or the other. You couldn’t tell. You saw a good amount of denim, flannel and jewelry. So it was this kind of scene. You mentally high fived yourself for bringing the jacket.
You walked up to the entrance, already able to hear the remnants of loud music. Was there a live band here? You wondered. The busser stopped you from going in.
“Name?” He asked gruffly. He had a cigarette poking out the side of his mouth, and his eyes were darkly lined. You clumsily reached into your purse and took out the flyer, handing it to him. “Hm” He eyed your figure, “Nice jacket. Down the back hall, second door on your left.”
Walking in, Death Valley seemed like any other dive bar. Groups of friend were drinking, smoking, laughing. The ambiance wasn’t too bad at all. Down the back hall. Your eyes scanned the area until you found what you were looking for.
“Nice jacket” You turned to see someone approaching you, drink in hand. He had faded greenish hair that somehow suited his doll like face. He had a twinkle in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher if it was him being high or ill-intentioned. Probably both.
“Thanks. I’ve been getting that a lot”
“We don’t get a lot of Park Jimin fans here these days. Are you new?” You nodded.
“Yeah, I’m here for the fight. My friend invited me. He’s expecting me so I better…” The boy put his arm around you casually and began leading you towards the back.
“Perfect, let me show you the way. The name is Taehyung by the way”
You let this Taehyung person lead you through the back hallway. It was barely lit. You followed him down a few flights of stairs until finally you arrived at another hallway. You felt goosebumps on your skin. This place looked insanely sketchy. There was dark graffiti loosely spread out across the walls. Second door on your left. Your eyes locked in on the beaten down door. Taehyung let you go, tugging your jacket so that it pulled off of your back.
“Hey!” You protested but he simply folded the jacket and handed it back to you.
“Trust me. You probably aren’t gonna wanna wear that in there” His eyes dropped to your chest and the back to you, licking his lips. “Come on jacket girl, let’s go have some fun”
You couldn’t even see anything when you opened the door. The strong scent of tobacco, weed, and so much else overwhelming your senses. Taehyung waved the fog from you and guided you through the crowd. There were way more people in here than upstairs. You quickly realized that this was somewhat of an arena. You gripped your jacket tightly as Taehyung held your arms, bringing you somewhere you could finally get some space.
“Who are you meeting? I can probably help you find them” He offered. His actions so far had been kind but something in your gut told you not to trust this guy.
“My colleague. Kim Namjoon. He said he would be easy to find” Taehyung burst out laughing.
“Kim Namjoon?” Taehyung chuckled darkly, “Damn…Joon brought a Park Jimin fan to the ring. What a fucking joke” He smirked meanly, “You’ll see him soon enough.” You heard a buzzer go off, prompting you to look towards the center of the arena, where a small boxing ring had been set up. The ring was torn and tattered, old yellow lights shining down to illuminate the space. Your eyes widened as the two fighters entered the rink, sliding off their robes. There before you, shirtless, muscular, and with an angry gleam in his eyes, was Namjoon.
“What the fuck” You muttered in shock. You heard Taehyung giggle slightly at your reaction. You watched as the ref began the fight, cheers roared thunderously loud as Namjoon threw the first punch. Your focus shifted to his opponent. He was broad, also well built, and had a very handsome face. You watched as Namjoon’s fist slashed against his opponents almost perfect jawline. The two men hashed it out violently, the crowd wilding. You head a phone ring, becoming aware that Taehyung was on the phone.
“How much did you bet on him…doesn’t matter.” He paused, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” He glanced at you and smiled inwardly, “Consider it done”.
You watched as the opponent, who based on the screams that surrounded you you deduced was Jin, floored Namjoon with a flip. You cringed at the sound of impact. The light was so bright, reflecting off of the ring. You were finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. You turned to Taehyung.
“I think I need some air. How do I get out of here?” Taehyung nodded his head in the direction of an exit. You thanked him quietly and wiggled your way through before you tumbled out the door. It wasn’t the way you had come in. It seemed to be some sort of additional private hall. You heard some voices, comforting you in that you were not completely alone.
Your curiosity got the better of you, and you followed the voices down the hallway until you arrived at another set of stairs. You peered over the ledge to see a few men standing around someone who sitting down on a chair.
“I thought you said you drugged him you fuck. Do you know how much we bet on Jin winning tonight?” You heard a loud slap, causing you to tremble slightly. “Scum. This is why I don’t like working with street rats” The voice sounded slightly familiar to you but you couldn’t quite place it.
The men exchanged a few more words that you couldn’t hear too well before the disappeared. You heard a door close, making you think that they must have left the building or something. You slowly crept down, checking the room to ensure the men had left. The boy on the chair remained still, head hanging down. You noticed suddenly that he was tied up, his waist to the chair, and his wrists together behind. He had blue highlights playing at the ends of his black wavy locks.
He looked up and met your eyes. His eyes were large, almost innocent—looking shocked at seeing you. He squirmed slightly, as your eyes landed on the cloth wrapped in his mouth. You set down your things and carefully ran over to help him. You bent over him, chest coming dangerously close to his face as you untied his mouth gag. It occurred to you that you could have just gone behind him. As soon as you undid the knot, you felt the boy take a deep breath. He was so close to you that you felt your skin tingle. You backed away, meeting his eyes.
“Sorry…I’ll…go around” You mumbled. He gulped and nodded, still not saying a word. You untied his wrists and waist. He still didn’t get up. “Are you okay?” You asked. He rubbed his wrists, red markings decorating them all over. “Shit you look hurt. Hold on” You grabbed your purse, rummaging for some ointment. “Here” You got on your knees before him, squeezed out some and grabbed his hand, rubbing it softly onto his scars. You noticed the tattoos on his fingers.
“How did you even get here?” He finally spoke.
“I just came out of the ring for some air…wandered a bit”
“No one knows about the back rooms. Who sent you?”
“Um…” You thought carefully, “T…taehyung? I think was his name”
“Of course” The boy muttered, pulling his hand away from you as you finished. He tilted your chin up towards him, bending down to look at you closer. “What’s your name?”
“Y/n” You pulled away from his touch, bending down to put the ointment back in your purse. You heard the boy groan.
“You look really hot like that.” His hand rested on the top of your head. “Bet you suck cock real good”
You scoffed. “I just fucking saved your ass and that’s what you have to say” You rose, brushing the dust off of your knees. The boy chuckled, running a hand back through his hair.
“How rude of me. Thank you. Wanna fuck?” You couldn’t help but grin at his forwardness. He pat his thigh, inviting you to sit. His thighs did look really delicious.
“I don’t even know you”
“Exactly”
You shrugged. You weren’t sure if you were second hand high from all the smoke earlier, but the prospect of fucking this hot stranger didn’t seem so bad. You had a stressful day after all.
“Well I’m not sucking your dick on this dirty floor” You established, unzipping your tight skirt. He smirked as the garment dropped to the floor. You made your way into the boy’s lap as his hand immediately found your ass and squeezed.
“A hottie like you has no business in a place like this” He murmured, inhaling your scent as he ran his nose across your jaw. Your hands pressed his chest and you could feel his hard abs behind the fabric of his shirt. You rolled your hips slightly. The boy bit down on your top’s straps, and you watched as he tugged it down to get access to your chest. He ran his lips across every inch of your skin he had access to until he was barely away from kissing your lips.
“I’m Jungkook by the way” He whispered, watching you carefully as you squirmed. He kissed you softly once, testing the waters. He then gnawed at your bottom lip, sucking on it. You let your hands travel up until your were grasping his hair tightly as the kiss deepened. His hands gripped your hips, moving you back and forth on his thigh. He patted your ass, indicating that you get up slightly.
He unzipped his jeans and you watched his cock pop out. He wasn’t the biggest you had seen, but he looked delicious nevertheless. He didn’t bother taking off the rest of his pants as you reached your hand down and began stroking him sensually.
You watched him as he stared down at your hands. You pumped him at a slow pace, letting your thumb roll over his tip. You let him go and brought your palm to his face.
“Lick” His eyes widened but he obeyed. He lapped at your palm until you were satisfied, then returned to stroking his cock.
“Damn okay. You’re a filthy little slut huh” You smirked. Jungkook grabbed your neck, letting his fingers climb up your jaw and tilt your face back. “You like it rough?”
You squeezed his cock extra tight, causing him to loosen his grip before shoving your own fingers in his mouth. He gagged and you grinned. “You couldn’t handle it” You teased. That ignited a spark in Jungkook’s eyes. You retracted your fingers and he pushed his mouth flush against yours, biting at you harshly. You moaned into him as he smacked your ass.
“Get the fuck on my cock right now” He growled. You grinned, more than happy to indulge him. You raised your hips, shifting your panties aside. Jungkook watched as his tip made contact with your moistening folds. He exhaled shakily as you sunk down on him. “Holy fuck…fuck…fuck” He whimpered, holding you tight.
You grabbed the back of his neck, letting your nails dig into him a little. Jungkook raised your hips, watching as his cock emerged in sight, now sticky and covered with your slick. He guided you back down, but you needed more. You slapped his hands away, tightening your grip on his neck, pulling his hair slightly as you began to ride him as fast as you could. You rolled your hips, bouncing yourself on him with as much strength as you could conjure, letting his cock dig deeper and deeper inside you each time. Jungkook cursed loudly, smacking your ass repeatedly as the pleasure began to overwhelm him.
“You love that don’t you” He muttered, letting his fingers trace up and down your back as you continued to ride him. “Pretty little slut, riding my cock like this…thats right baby…”
You could feel your core tighten at his words as your mind urged to go faster, feeling the brink of your pleasure approach. You whined loudly, burying your face into his neck as you pushed your hips to bounce even faster. You felt hot and feverish, the smell of sex overtaking the room. You felt the waistline of Jungkook’s jeans brush against your ass.
You felt a surge of wetness, the realization of how obscene your actions were turning you on beyond reason. You continued to ride the fully clothed stranger beneath you, biting into his neck.
“Fuck you’re hot” He groaned as the friction on his cock became even tighter. “Fucking away on my big cock like a toy. So fucking desperate…fuck…” He suddenly brought his hands to your hair and tugged your head back harshly. Your neck strained and you winced at the pain.
“Ahhh Jungkook” You squealed, enjoying his actions more than you anticipated. He took the opportunity to kiss your breasts over your clothes, latching on and biting at your nipples over the fabric. The stain of his saliva was evident on your top but you didn’t care. He tugged your hair back again, before letting go suddenly so that your head whipped back up.
He leaned back, slapping your thigh, “Come on baby…cum on me…cum on my big cock like the slut you are…want to see how fucking pretty you look when you cum” You felt your legs getting tired but your orgasm was so incredibly close. Junkook slapped you again, giving you the last bit of motivation to thrust down on him with everything you had, pushing you over the edge.
You yelped out, your voice echoing in the abandoned room, pussy leaking all over Jungkook messily. He watched in amazement as your cunt swallowed him in tightly, your hot walls milking him out.
“Fuckkkk yesss. Just like that baby” Jungkook let go of you, letting his hands fall to his sides limply as you continued to ride our your high.
You bounced on him while he sat back and watched you, a big michevious smile plastered on his lips. “Get on your knees” He growled. Forgetting your earlier protest, you slowly raised yourself off of him and dropped to the ground, knees scraping against the dirty concrete floor. Jungkook widened his legs, leaning forward to stroke his cock as he wiggled it in front of you.
He watched as he rolled his tip across your whole face, circling your lips. You stuck your tongue out, letting himself rub up against it. He jerked himself aggressively and the next thing you knew your eyes flew shut as he cried out in pleasure. His hot seed splattering all over your fucked out face.
You were both panting, completely spent and exhausted. Jungkook let his thumb trace your face, spreading his cum
“So pretty” He groaned kissing you, licking up remnants of his own cum from your lips. He cupped your face suddenly, deepening the kiss, pulling you back into his lap. He pushed your hair away from your face and took a look at you.
“Can I get your number?” You asked him softly, suddenly feeling shy after the aggressive display you had just put on for this stranger. You felt him smile against you.
“No” He grinned, patting your cheek, “But trust me, if you want to find me you’ll be able to” He pushed you off of him and finally got up, stretching his arms to crack his shoulders.
You found your skirt and dressed yourself back up. Jungkook suddenly zeroed in on you as you slid on your jacket. His eyes narrowed.
“Who are you really? Where did you get that jacket?” You tilted your head curiously. What was the big deal about your jacket? “Is this a fucking set up?”
“What…no…I?” You suddenly felt a hand around you from behind and a knife pressed up against your neck.
“Don’t move” Through the side of your vision you see a gloved hand pull a gun out. Your blood runs cold. Jungkook raises his arms slowly. “Get back in the fucking chair you piece of shit” The man behind you growled, “You’re not going anywhere till we get our fucking money back”
You clenched your eyes shut, trembling as you heard the gloved man snicker. A gun shot rang out and you screamed, jumping into the man that held you. You slowly opened your eyes and relief flushed you as you saw that Jungkook was not shot.
The look on his face was of pure fear and slowly you felt the body behind you go absolutely cold, dropping to the floor. You turned around and you entire body froze.
Standing right there was Park Jimin. The Park Jimin. Holding a gun.
You dropped to the floor, blacking out completely.
-
When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in your own apartment, in your own bed. You rubbed your eyes, not understanding how you ended up here.
You were still in the clothes from last night, but you couldn’t find your jacket. You checked your phone, head pounding in confusion.
Kim Namjoon - 3 missed calls
You sighed. You were going to have to explain to Namjoon why you missed out on watching his fight. You wondered who ended up winning. You decided to google it. Strangely enough, no results came up. Death Valley was listed as a local bar and nothing more.
You arrived at work, head still stinging from earlier. Today was your first day working in the studio. Namjoon met you in the lobby.
“Y/n! Hey!” He walked up to you eagerly, “I couldn’t find you after the” He looked around carefully “after last night, I got a bit…caught up…I’m so sorry. Did you have fun?”
“When were you gonna tell me you were this RM fellow?” You laughed, hitting him playfully. Namjoon grinned eagerly. He was cute, you could tell he was excited to explain.
“Yeah. I do some fighting on the side to make quick money. I actually really wanna be an artist here one day, but I can’t afford any studio time yet.” Namjoon gets a dreamy look in his eyes, “I wanna be a rockstar”.
At that moment, you heard a loud amount of chattering, accompanies with shuttering camera clicks and faint screams. You and Namjoon both turned to see security guiding someone in, pushing away fans and paparazzi. The man who walked in was wearing sunglasses, and had a hat on to remain inconspicuous.
From the other end of the lobby you see Min Yoongi, looking just as amazing, if not more, clipboard in hand, walking towards him. The two men fist bumped and you watched as the man finally removed his sunglasses, handing it to one of the assistants surrounding him.
You chuckled ironically back at Namjoon once you recognized the man, “Like Park Jimin?” Namjoon pursed his lips, glaring at the singer and he followed Min Yoongi towards the studio.
“Yeah. Like Park Jimin”
-
You were in the studio, playing around with the soundboard before the session began. You giggled as you played back a track and warped the pitch. The studio door swung open.
“Hi! Y/n right?” He reached out to shake your hand. You rose and accepted it politely. “My name is Hoseok, you can call me Hobi. I’m a songwriter and junior producer” He motioned towards the soundboard, and you both took a seat.
“So tell me about yourself! What made you want to get into music production?”
“I’ve always been somewhat of a groupie growing up. I used to be really into a band…” You paused, “Well I guess funny enough I was a big Park Jimin fan back in the day.”
Hobi chuckled, “How interesting. He only recently signed with us. That’s what we’ll be working on today. Although quite honestly I’m a bit worried since he hasn’t worked on music in a while”
You nodded, “Yeah that’s what I thought. I heard he had sort of gone off the deep end, with drugs and all that” You realized you were talking shit about a client, “Um…I mean that’s probably not true”
“No that sounds about right. It happens to young stars so easily. They get caught up in the money, the sex, the drugs…the power” He trailed off. “Get some damn good songs out of it though” You laughed.
“Jimin should be here any second” Hobi looked at his watch.
You leaned back in your chair, embracing the silence and trying to gather yourself. You thought back to the previous evenings events. Was that really Park Jimin’s face you had seen, holding the gun? There was no way. There was absolutely no way.
The universe was really testing you today wasn’t it.
“Hi there!” Your eyes opened to see the big star himself, “Sorry I’m late” He reached a hand out but you simply stared at him, blinking in disbelief. He giggled, “I guess you know who I am…Miss Y/n”
“How do you know my name?” You asked. Jimin sat on the couch behind you and Hobi, prompting the both of you to swing around and face him.
He bit his lip, preventing a smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Hobi cleared his throat.
“Alright team.” Hobi reached into his bag and pulled out a bag of weed. “I’ll roll. Let’s make some fucking music”
You honestly had never had so much fun at a job in your whole life. The three of you got higher than a mountaintop before beginning to mess around with instruments. Hobi had a bass in his lap, playing around with some tunes while Jimin was a giggling mess, letting his fingers slide across the synth. You don’t know when you ended up on the couch besides him, letting him show you the chords he played.
Jimin turned to look at you, “Mmm…” His hand slid under your skirt, “Something about a girl stealing your jacket like she stole your heart” He squeezed your thigh. Hobi mumbled in agreement, scribbling something on his notepad. “I want snacks” Jimin pouted, “Hobi can we get food? I bet Y/n is hungry too”
Hobi decided to go drive out and pick up lunch from someplace, leaving you and Jimin alone in the studio. As if there was a light switch, Jimin’s giggles and flirting ceased, replaced instead with a more serious and intimidating aura.
“What do you remember?” He asked sternly. So it really was him.
“I…” You weren’t sure if you should play dumb or not. There was a chance that you had seen him shoot someone. Which would make you a liability to him. What if he shot you too? No. You needed to calm down. Breathe. “I’m sorry?” You feigned innocence.
“Do you remember Jeon Jungkook?”
Jeon Jungkook huh. Okay. “Yes. I hooked up with him, but I don’t remember anything else” Jimin peered at you for a while. You met his gaze right back.
As a student, you had posters of young Park Jimin all over your room. You and your friends would dress up all cute to go to his concerts, saving up from your part time jobs to get front row tickets. Eventually his crew and bandmates began to recognize you all. You’d get invited to gatherings, that’s where you first tried alcohol, you even slept with one of his crew members once. Eventually the phase died out, but here you were, staring into the eyes of your idol.
You felt dizzy. It was too unreal.
Jimin finally exhaled, smiling once again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny plastic pouch. You could see some white powder in it. You gulped.
“Wanna try?” He winked at you. You nodded slowly, your mind immediately questioning your judgement. You couldn’t exactly think of why doing this was a bad idea. Jimin opened the pouch carefully. He tilted his neck and poured a small line on it. He smirked at you. “Go ahead baby girl. Snort it” You were weak in the knees, trembling. You slowly scooted closer to him, your heart race speeding the close your got. You could smell him, god he smelled like heaven. You shut your eyes and snorted the powder, coughing out immediately. Jimin laughed as you wiped your nose. “Cute. My turn” You tilted your neck but he tutted, “Not there baby girl,” He reached over to your collar. He suddenly yanked down causing a good majority of your buttons to tear off, revealing your chest and the black bra you wore underneath.
“Rightttt hereee” Jimin traced a line down your chest. “Is that okay with you?” He kept his finger planted, hot on your skin.
“Yes” You worried you sounded too eager, but Jimin did not seem to notice. He helped you lay back on the couch. He poured out his line, leaning down from between your legs, using his elbows to hover above you. You tilted your head up, watching as he took a moment to simply stare at your chest. He pushed the fabric of your shirt aside and traced the outline of your bra, making you squirm. You let out a soft moan that did not go unnoticed. Once satisfied, he plugged his nose and snorted the line off of you. He inhaled the drug deeply, shaking his head and grinning widely. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before lowering himself back onto you. He licked a stripe, cleaning up any remaining powder on you. He simply hovered above you for a while, toying with your bra, watching you as he teased his fingers—occasionally slipping them under the pads. He slowly pushed the cups up off of your beasts.
He watched you intensely as he ran his tongue around your nipple. “Do you mind if I do this?” He asked almost in a cooing way, as if you didn’t know exactly what his intentions were. “Can I suck it baby girl?” You nodded dumbly. Jimin’s mouth engulfed your breast, lathering up the flesh with his tongue before releasing it was a pop. He brought his finger to pinch the wet bud, rolling it between his fingers.
“Jimin” You gasped, arching your back as pleasure shot through your veins. Jimin stopped suddenly.
He dragged you off of the couch, pulling you to your feet and pressed you back against the studio wall. The impact caused a few pieces of equipment to tumble over but he didn’t care. He stroked your jaw as he pressed his hardening cock into your stomach. “Do you feel that baby girl?” He snickered, “What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna be a good girl and take care of daddy?” You whined, nodding quickly, throwing upper arms around his neck to pull yourself closer into him. “You gonna let daddy have his way with you?”
“Yes” Your whole body was shaking in anticipation. Jimin toyed with your waistline until he was able to drag your skirt off. He circled your waist, tightly grabbing your hips before he turns you around. He walks over the the coffee table, where all the weed, notepads, crumpled papers had piled up. He took his arm in one full sweep and cleared the table, not missing a beat as he pulled you harshly so that you fell back on the table. You spread your legs for him as he grabbed your panties and tore them off of your body.
You watched him unbuckle his pants. Jimin got down on his knees and pulled your thighs towards him so that he could shove his face between your legs. You bucked your hips as his nose brushed against your clit. He places soft kisses along your inner thighs and watches as your pussy squelches, desperate to be filled. He pulls his cock out, making his way on top of you. He takes on hand to harshly grab your jaw, turning your face to the side, the other to line his cock up with your entrance.
“C…condom” You whined. You felt his fingers tighten.
“You’re not on birth control?” He asked through gritted teeth. He sinks into you, his arms grabbing your thighs to pull your legs as far apart as he could. You felt your muscles ache and you cried out. “You better get on it, because I’m gonna be fucking you every chance I get. And I don’t wanna pull out next time. You understand baby girl?” You nod, “Say it” He growled, thrusting into you harshly. You yelped as you felt his thickness fill you to the brim, the stretch feeling so incredibly right.
“Yes…daddy” You managed to speak. Jimin stared at you, stilling just a moment before thrusting into you once again.
“I love that fuck…you’re so tight baby girl. Keep talking. Keep telling daddy how much you love it” Jimin pounded into you. You could feel the table underneath you wobble, the vibrations causing chaos around you as more equipment began to fall out of place and make a mess everywhere.
“So good daddy. I want more…” You moaned as Jimin picked up his pace, “More….more…more daddy more” Your face was flushed with heat and your pussy was drenched. You suddenly screamed out as you felt yourself hit your peak, a wave of dizzy ecstasy washing over every nerve in your body. Your pussy throbbed.
“Mmm yes…being such a good little…fuck…little cock sleeve for daddy hm?” The table creaked loudly and Jimin’s movement became harsher. He let his hips rise far enough so that his cock barely slips out before pounding right back into you over and over again.
You suddenly feel yourself falling as the table beneath you breaks. Jimin growls in annoyance, pulling out of you to stand up.
He doesn’t even bother helping you out of the rubble, instead just points at the soundboard. “Bend over. Let me take you from behind” He snapped his fingers. You furrowed your eyebrows. He was acting as if he fucking owned you, and you didn’t like that. You didn’t know why you weren’t resisting him, you usually played rough, but Jimin had you mute and submissive. A part of you hated yourself for it, a part of you loved it.
You leaned over as told, the buttons of the soundboard painfully pressing into your front. Jimin didn’t held as he held your face down. You winced at the pain, and Jimin fit his cock back inside you. He moaned out, clearly enjoying himself. You maybe not so much anymore. You were drooling over the expensive equipment your body getting scratched up all over as Jimin pounded you from behind.
“It hurts…” You whined, your eyes clenched shut to shield contact from the buttons under your face.
“Like I give a fuck” Jimin laughed, nevertheless he pulled out and let you get up off of the soundboard. You rand your fingers over your face, feeling the harsh imprints. Jimin grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down to your knees. “Suck me off baby. I’m almost done” He put his hand in your hair, pushing your face towards his cock. Your mouth opened just in time and you squealed in surprise as Jimin pushed himself deep down your throat. You gagged, but Jimin continued to push your head into him, thrusting into you. He tilted his head back and groaned loudly.
“Fuckkkk….so fucking close…” He muttered, more to himself than anything. He continued pumping your throat, not even noticing the tears running down your face as you found yourself barely able to breathe.
Finally he came, choking your further as his cum shot straight down your throat. It took all of you to not bite down on his dick as he pulled out. He let out a deep sigh and then looked down at you. You realized how pathetic you must have looked just then. In a destroyed studio room , clothes torn, scratched up on the floor in front of him. He grinned.
“Good.” He reached for his wallet and pulled out a black card, handing it to you. You took it reluctantly. “Be ready with protection next time okay?” He glanced around the room, “Tell Hobi I went home, and uh, you better clean this all up”
You scoffed as Jimin pulled his pants back on and headed towards the door.
“You’re just leaving?”
Jimin looked back at you, slight tinge of condescence in his eyes. “Card’s yours. Deal with it” He shrugged, walking out.
You looked at the card he handed you. It was a credit card. You gulped, realizing the implications of his action.
So that’s how it was gonna be then.
-
Your shirt was ruined, and you had no idea what to do. You decided to sneak into the stylists office to see if there was something you could make use of for the time being. You shield your chest with your arms and carefully crept outside the studio. No one was in the hallway. You quickly made your way down. The stylists office was in sight, and you had almost made it but just as you approached the door the door swung open, and you found yourself crashing straight into the God himself, Min Yoongi.
And you thought your day couldn’t get worse.
“Shit. Sorr—“ Yoongi’s voice fell flat. He noticed your disheveled state and his eyes widened. He took your wrist and pulled you inside. Without saying anything he began unbuttoning his own shirt. You felt your lungs constrict.
He was wearing a t-shirt beneath it, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. He pulled the shirt off and handed it to you.
“Wear this” You took the shirt, thanking him and he turned away to give you privacy. What a nice guy. You thought, much contrast to his standoffish vibe you got the first time you saw him. You couldn’t stop ogling at him though, the way his chains looked across his sculpted neck, his intense, gorgeous eyes.
“I…I’m good now” You said. You tried tucking the oversized shirt into your skirt. Yoongi turned back around. “Thank you sir”
“Don’t mention it” He didn’t smile, he didn’t frown. He simply left you there, absolutely flustered.
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a/n: will be smut w every member, the beginning has slight jimin emphasis but its an ot7 fic all the way. basically this just sets the background for the gang!au stuff starting in “part “.
why did jimin shoot that guy? why was jungkook afraid of jimin? why is kim namjoon so fricking cute? why was jungkook supposed to drug namjoon? what was taehyung’s phonecall about? stay tuned :)
hi beautiful FMF readers!
i wrote another oneshot similar to this. it’s a loss-of-innocence!au & childhoodfriends!au that ill post when FMF hits 1000 notes (which is honestly still wild that its even close???) as a little gift to you all :) here is a preview, if you want to be tagged drop by my asks
touch me wherever (sneak peek) | jjk
jungkook needs to touch you and he can’t hold back anymore
tw: smut, dubcon, horny whiny kook, breast play
Jungkook licked his lips. He stared at your perky nipples that were on display. What would happen if I just—
His body jerked forward, shoving his face into your chest, palms squeezing them against his cheeks. He let out a muffled groan, inhaling sharply to the point where his eyes rolled back, intoxicated by your scent.
“Y/n, oh Y/n fuck it hurts so bad mmfh—” He cried into you, shaking his head. The soft ends of his dark hair tickling against your sensitive skin.
You looked down at him in shock, tugging his head back “What are you doing?? Jungkook?”
“Ugh, Y/n, just let me” Jungkook whined, his grip on your breasts tightening “No please—it helps...I need this” He exhaled, his hot breath sending goosebumps across your skin.
He slowly released you, noticing his nails had left imprints on the sides of your breasts. He looked at you apologetically, caressing the scars with his fingers. You barely realized the delicate whimper that left your lips, but it had Jungkook’s body going rigid, arousal coursing through his veins like a shot.
“You smell...so good. It’s so hard for me to be around you I can’t...breathe” He traced his nose up to your shoulder, making you giggle at the ticklish brush of his skin. He arrived at your neck, inhaling deeply as he hovered over you, heat radiating from his body. His hips flinched, signaling him to find some sort of friction.
“Jungkook maybe we should get you to a doctor”
“No!” He pinned your shoulders back, a frightening growl appearing in his voice “Please only you can make it better I swear” You squirmed “It’s your fault anyway” He barked, “You made this happen to me”
You gaped at him, “What? What did I do?” Part of him wanted to tell you. He wanted you to know how much pain you caused him. Every day he’d wake up to you, fall asleep to you. You distracted him, you were taking over his entire mind. All you had to do was let him touch you and it would all feel better, but you were selfish, as if possessing him with your amazing body on his mind wasn’t enough torture.
It was your fault! You did this to him. How could you deny him of help? If you asked him to do anything for you, you knew he would, without hesitation. Did you not feel it too? Why couldn’t you understand? Weren’t you supposed to be his friend?
fuck me forever | jjk
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au
summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad.
warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook…like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing
word count: 2k
It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.
Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.
“Take a break y/n”
You chuckled.
“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.
“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.
“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.
Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.
“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”
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touch me wherever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: jungkook needs to touch you and he just can’t hold back anymore
genre: pwp smut oneshot | loss-of-innocence!au, innocent!jungkook x innocent!reader, childhoodfriends!au
wordcount: 2.8k
warnings: explicit smut, dry humping, unhealthy attachment, cumming in his pants, EXTREMELY horny feverishly whiny needy clingy jungkook, nudity, breast play, groping, subtle body worship, inexperience, a lot of begging, some crying, stuttering, coersion/dubcon-ish technically yeah, unrealistic scenario lol, mention of wet dreams, obsessive behavior, praise, assume characters are 18+ but just have no fucking clue what sex is, this is a fucking fever dream idk, cursing, dom!kook, naive clueless reader
a/n: thank you so much for 1000 notes on fuck me forever! to express my gratitude, this is my gift to you, another needy greedy jungkook smut :) i hope you enjoy <3
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Boundaries? That’s something you and Jungkook never needed, practically growing up side by side. Both your families were incredibly close, but equally sheltered. They kept the two of you trapped together in a conservative suburban bubble where the world consisted only of what was right in front of your eyes. No questions asked.
As a child, Jungkook had always been addicted to the touch of your skin. He craved the soft warmth you had to offer, clinging to you like velcro, throwing frustrated tantrums whenever the two of you got separated.
His face would get red with rage, fat tears forming in his eyes as his parents dragged him away from your bed once night would fall. He couldn’t sleep without you. Your touch was his safety blanket. He was only able to grow out of it when you leant him your teddy, finding peace in the way it smelled like you.
Growing up, you had quickly understood that Jungkook was a very affectionate person, suffocating you with hugs and tickles whenever you would hang out. You had become used to him feeling you as he pleased, not ever minding the way his nimble fingers would trace across your legs, sliding under your uniform skirt at times. It tickled—you would laugh.
After Jungkook had hit puberty, his clinginess magnified tenfold.
You plagued his dreams constantly, and without realizing it he would rut shamelessly against his pillow, crying out for you softly as heaping spurts of cum would fill his underwear.
He’d wake up, breathless with only you, you, you pounding through his head. His mind was dizzy with the feeling of your skin, he just wanted to touch you. He needed you near, to feel you pressed against him so that he could just—
He didn’t get it. He didn’t understand what was happening to his body in the morning when his thighs would be sticky and sheets stained. Sometimes he would day dream about you in school, only to wake up to the sound of your teasing voice, looking into your eyes as he leaked everywhere under the table.
Jungkook found it horribly embarrassing.
Until one day his older friend Seokjin told him what he was experiencing. They were called wet dreams, and allegedly they were normal. There was nothing wrong with it, but somehow Jungkook felt exposed. Guilty. Dirty.
He didn’t want it to happen, he couldn’t understand why but he ached for you so bad that it hurt. Kneeling down under a cold shower he would beg himself to get a grip, trying his best to act normal. His restraint paid off.
Most of the time.
Currently the two of you were cuddled up in his basement, where you used to play pretend as young children. He’d be the doctor and give you checkups, healing your injuries with the delicate graze of his lips.
It was hopelessly warm, to which you suggested shedding a few layers in order to feel more comfortable on the thick velvet cushions that were almost damp with sweat. Your head nestled in his lap, body in nothing but a bra and a pair of tight shorts that had found their way up your thighs, leaving little to the imagination.
You were talking, he could see your lips move at the edge of his vision but he couldn’t hear you over his steady focus on your cute polkadot bra—so snug and soft that Jungkook wanted to drool. He had noticed that your body had blossomed over time, flesh spilling over the tops of the flimsy fabric. The delicate curves that called out to him. Something rooted deep within him was yearning to get his hands on you.
“Jungkook! Are you okay?” You felt something poking the back of your head, prompting you to squirm in his lap as you attempted to catch his attention.
“Um” Jungkook stammered, unable to find words. He didn’t remember what you were doing there anymore. He barely remembered who he was. All he could understand was that his body was telling him something. Telling him to feel you, more of you, all of you. “S..sorry yeah. I’m good”
“God it is disgusting down here. I’m gonna take this off, one second” He found himself blinking in a daze as you sat up and unclasped your bra, his hips bucking up as it fell with a snap to the floor. Your arms covered your chest to shield you from the sudden exposure, giggling as you turned back towards him.
“Holy shit” Jungkook choked, clenching his fists so tight they were becoming white. “W..what are you doing?” You slid your bottoms off, bending slightly so Jungkook could see your cute cotton panties tucked between your legs.
“It’s so hot, besides it’s just you” Jungkook’s eyes trailed up your legs as you stepped out of the garment, his mouth dry. You took notice of his frazzled state, “Jungkook, are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
His eyes moved down to his own shorts, noticing a bulge in between his legs. He scoot up to you, looking everywhere except your eyes, the painful clench between his thighs almost too overwhelming, his heart felt like it could burst. His desire suffocated him. You were a burning fever, spreading from his head all the way through his chest.
Jungkook cleared his throat, “What? Yeah uh,” You raised your eyebrows at him, but he avoided your gaze. He gulped, swallowing down the heat rising to his cheeks. “I’m just in a little pain I...do you see this?”
Jungkook warily placed your hand over the tent in his shorts. You nodded, lip tucked between your nibbling teeth as you observed with great interest.
His eyes widened as your hand palmed around his cock, fingers trailing across the outline of the prominent bulge. Jungkook felt his breath get knocked out of him as he stumbled towards you. “Wait don’t!”
“What’s wrong?” You let go of him. “I’m so sorry, did that hurt?” He shook his head, only to realize he was now face to face with your perky breasts.
“Looks so soft” He murmured, blinking at you “C..can I...” He opened his palms wide “Looks so squishy, I wanna squish them”
You beat him to it, and he watched with blasted eyes as you caressed your breast mindlessly, flesh peeking through the cracks of your fingers as you gave a nonchalant shrug. “I mean I guess”
Jungkook grabbed at your tits, gripping them and giving them a harsh squeeze, underestimating the force of his strength. You winced as he continued to juggle the flesh in his hands, before pinching your nipples harshly to which you yelped “Ow”
He paused, a worried look on his face as his hands stilled. “That hurt Jungkook” You pouted.
Jungkook inhaled sharply, refocusing his gaze on your sensitive nubs as he gently padded his thumb over the bruised area. The immediate twitch of your body did not go unnoticed by him, and neither did the way you clenched your jaw, almost as though you were holding your breath. A glow arriving on your cheeks as his careful ministrations persisted.
“Does that feel better? M’sorry” Jungkook instinctively wrapped his tongue around your erect nipple, watching you carefully to see how you would react. He noticed you gasp at his actions, a glint in your eye that seemed to stroke the raging ego within him.
Did you feel it too? Were you aching as bad as he was?
“That feels...weird Kook.” The taught tip of his tongue flicked at your eager nub as his lips sloppily engulfed the tender flesh. He sucked harshly, loving the sweet taste of your skin. You found yourself being pushed onto your back, the hopelessly warm couch acting as a landing pad for the soft thunk of your head.
“It hurts” Jungkook panted, licking his lips as a string of saliva kept him attached to your heaving breast “I..in my pants. When you touch me there, it stopped hurting so much, you know?”
Jungkook licked his lips. He stared at your hardened nipples that were on display. What would happen if I just—
His body jerked forward, shoving his face into your chest, palms squeezing them against his cheeks. He let out a muffled groan, inhaling sharply to the point where his eyes rolled back, intoxicated by your scent. “Y/n, oh Y/n fuck it hurts so bad mmfh—” He cried into you, shaking his head. The soft ends of his dark hair tickling against your sensitive skin.
You looked down at him in shock, tugging his head back “What are you doing?? Jungkook?”
“Ugh, Y/n, just let me” Jungkook whined, his grip on your breasts tightening “No please. A little longer—it helps...I need this” He exhaled, his hot breath sending goosebumps across your skin.
He slowly released you, noticing his nails had left imprints on the sides of your breasts. He looked at you apologetically, caressing the scars with his fingers. You barely realized the delicate whimper that left your lips, but it had Jungkook’s body going rigid, arousal coursing through his veins like a shot.
“You smell...so good. It’s so hard for me to be around you I can’t...breathe” He traced his nose up to your shoulder, making you giggle at the ticklish brush of his skin. He arrived at your neck, inhaling deeply as he hovered over you, heat radiating from his body. His hips flinched, signaling him to find some sort of friction.
“Jungkook maybe we should get you to a doctor”
“No!” He pinned your shoulders back, a frightening growl appearing in his voice “Please only you can make it better I swear” You squirmed “It’s your fault anyway” He barked, “You made this happen to me”
You gaped at him, “What? What did I do?” Part of him wanted to tell you. He wanted you to know how much pain you caused him. Every day he’d wake up to you, fall asleep to you. You distracted him, you were taking over his entire mind. All you had to do was let him touch you and it would all feel better, but you were selfish, as if possessing him with your amazing body on his mind wasn’t enough torture.
It was your fault! You did this to him. How could you deny him of help? If you asked him to do anything for you, you knew he would, without hesitation. Did you not feel it too? Why couldn’t you just understand? Weren’t you were supposed to be his friend?
Reluctantly, Jungkook slid off of your body, creating distance between the two of you where he buried his face in his palms.
You could hear his soft cries, and your heart wrenched. You hated it when he cried, it was the most awful feeling in the world. You would do just about anything to make him feel better. To take away all his pain.
You stood up, approaching him carefully as you placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you, eyes glossy with tears, like a puppy. His pout was adorable, but the hurt in his eyes had you feeling guilty.
“Don’t cry Kookie...can I give you a hug?” You knew Jungkook loved your hugs. He had cried in your arms before, and you in his. You felt safe in his embrace, it was a comfort you never wanted to lose.
He nodded furiously, and let his hands fall to his side as you straddled his lap, holding him close to you, chest pressed against his as you stroked his back. Jungkook’s long fingers gripped your hips. He groaned as you adjusted your weight, sitting right where he needed you most. Even you couldn’t help the hot feeling that seized your body.
“You’re just so pretty Y/n...I can’t stop thinking about you” Jungkook’s hand slid up your back, holding you close to him. His face in your neck where you could feel him sniffling. “I need you so bad” He whimpered. “I just wanna be close to you, you know? Don’t you like being close to me?”
You were about to respond, before he harshly thrust up. His forearms kept you locked down tight on him as he pistoned his hips ruthlessly. You tried to move, tried to think but you couldn’t.
“Oh god oh god oh god” Jungkook yelped, his voice loud in your ears “It hurts so bad Y/n please oh gggod, I need you” His hands moved to the sides of you waist, holding you firm as he began to bounce you up and down, drawing his hips up to meet you as he grinded you down on him, the friction unbearably harsh, burning through the both of you.
His mouth hung open, face scrunched with an unbelievable amount of pleasure. Your body was so warm. You were flesh and bones against him, and his mind was going haywire—he humped against you like an animal. It felt so good—it felt so incredibly good.
He had never experienced anything like it. He was about to absolutely lose his mind, the pressure from your beautiful body pressing up against his, pushing him to a point beyond nirvana. He furiously rubbed his crotch into your heat, chasing, faster, he needed more, it felt so good, he needed you so bad that he—
“Jungkook stop it!” You whined into his neck. He slowly came to a halt, sweat forming at his forehead as his heavy breathing echoed through the cluttered basement walls. The fabric of his shorts hopelessly straining, desperate to unleash what he was suppressing inside.
“Whyyy?” He complained, a hint of irritation in his voice “It helps me Y/n, I have to...otherwise it’s gonna keep hurting come onnnn don’t be like this”
“I just...wait...” You licked your lips. Then Jungkook realized. He could see it in your eyes—you felt it too. He didn’t know how he knew but he did. You were responding to every move he made and you loved it. But you were scared, hesitating, unfamiliar with these sensations. It was happening too fast, Jungkook read your body like an open book, you needed comfort. Relief.
“Y/n...I already feel so much better you...you feel so good when I rub against you I feel so” He felt apart before your eyes, dragging you across his crotch in different ways until he found the perfect angle, where he could feel the wet heat of your core right where he needed it most. “Right there! Right there, that...that feels good” Drool trickled at the edge of his lips.
He was mesmerized by the jiggle of your chest as he moved you, you were frail in his hands. So good for him, so sweet—just perfect.
“No I...I need more” He was almost screaming into you. "More Y/n, I need to feel more it’s not...it’s not enough I need”
A low growl escaped him as he lifted you up, ignoring the way you shouted out in surprise. Against the wall he spread your legs out wide, one thigh hooked over his elbow. His hips buckled, accelerating as his cock slammed against your trembling heat, searing against your nerves as he humped you as deep as he possibly could. You winced in pain as your head hit the hard surface behind you.
“Oh my...Jungkook” He could see the arousal in your eyes, and it was that and the needy moan with which his name left your gorgeous lips that sent him spiraling.
“God Y/n...mmm’close...ohhh fuckkk” He came—the fabric beneath you get hot and wet with his sticky cum. He held you close as his entire body twitched in pleasure, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you up. It was unbelievable, even in his wildest dreams he had never felt such overwhelming bliss, and it was all thanks to you, beautiful, sweet, you.
He released you from his grasp, but you grabbed his waistline, pulling him back to you so you could roll your hips against him. “No...no...wait” You groaned in frustration when your body couldn’t find the same friction it was loving just moments ago.
Jungkook tilted his head at you curiously, watching as you tried to rub your cunt against him, bouncing on the balls of your feet while your fingers dug into his toned shoulders “Y/n stop, it’s gone. The pain is gone, if you keep doing that it’ll hurt” He pushed your hair back behind your ears, the carnal desire gone from his eyes.
You shook your head “But that’s not fair. I need...”
“What do you need hm?” Jungkook brought your face to his, his eyelashes brushing against yours “Tell me and I can try to help you”
“I don’t know! Okay! Jungkook. Just...touch me”
He nodded. “Where?” You looked at him, the look in your eyes was so desperate, so pleading, it had his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes fluttered to your lips. He inched closer to you, finding your gaze again “Where do you want me to touch you Y/n?”
“Wherever” You gasped “Everywhere, I need it I need to feel—” Your words made no sense to you, but Jungkook seemed to understand. He pressed his lips against yours.
“It burns doesn’t it? Tell me where it hurts the most” He commanded breathlessly as his hand cupped your trembling cunt over your drenched panties “Is it here? Can I touch you here? Is that what you want Y/n?” He rubbed his palm against the cotton, making you whine terribly.
“Jungkook..yeah..there feels really” You thrust your hips against him, face dumbed out in utter bliss, “Please touch me Jungkook…touch me wherever you want…but please please don’t ever stop”
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scenarios: when you get a crush | when he takes your virginity | if he got you pregnant | kink discovery: dacryphilia |
drabbles: tickle me there | touch yourself here
Touch me wherever oc showing jungkook that she can take care of herself because she learned how to masturbate and just does it in front of him 😍
touch yourself here (m) | jjk

summary: now that he's learned how to do it, jungkook wants to teach you how to touch yourself too!
pairing: jungkook x reader
wc: 1k
genre: smut pwp drabble | innocent!jungkook x innocent!reader, loss-of-innocence!au
tw: explicit smut, masturbation, fingering (guided masturbation), voyeurism(?), inexperience, slight awkwardness, first time, slight manipulation i guess, early inklings of a dom!jungkook, assume characters are 18+ but naive
a/n: this is a lil drabble from the touch me wherever au, but can be read as a standalone. dear beautiful anon, ik this is a bit different than your scenario so i hope that is okay. thank you for sending this in <3 i hope you enjoy it ;)

"Do it"
Jungkook large eyes blinked at you expectantly through the reflection of his full-length mirror. He had you sprawled out, your legs wide open as he huddled up besides you on the floor of his bedroom, whispering directions against your shoulder.
"Just trust me. Touch it" His arm extended, reaching between your legs to where your throbbing, exposed cunt waited in anticipation. Jungkook had called you this morning, excited after discovering that he could relieve his own burning cravings of you with his own hands around his flushed cock. He wanted to show you, to see if perhaps you would be able to do the same thing.
The moment you arrived, he pulled you into his room, insisting you get undressed. The night before, when his hand had wiggled its way down his own shorts while reminiscing over your feverish encounter, he appreciated the feeling of skin against burning skin. He wanted you to have the same experience. He could tell you were hesitant as he tugged down your jeans, but he knew you trusted him. You wouldn’t say no. Not to him.
The light brush of his finger over your clit had you squealing. Hushing you softly, he began drawing circles over your tingling core, eyes steady on you through the mirror. He relished the way your eyes went half lidded. The way you bit your lip to suppress the moans that so desperately wanted to escape. The way your bare chest began heaving as your breath quickened. The way you fell apart, weak under his touch.
"See what I'm doing?" You nodded shyly. Jungkook thought you looked so cute, especially as a pout appeared on your lips when he retracted his hand. "Now you try”
You pursed your lips, giving him an uncertain look as you reached down where Jungkook's fingers had just been a moment ago, mimicking his actions.
"Yup...in little circles..yesss. Exactly. Just like that" Jungkook encouraged you on, watching from the reflection in front of him as you furrowed your brows, poking at your clit.
"It doesn't feel as good" You admitted, "I like it better when you do it"
Jungkook sighed."I know but what if I'm not there to help? I don't want you to be in pain" He clicked his tongue “Think about how it felt. When I touched you. It only works if you think about me”
A wave of faintness washed over you as you continued to gently massage your clit. Your eyes locking with Jungkook’s, which caused a burning glow in your chest. Fingers now gliding seamlessly as the area began to dampen.
"See! Wasn't I right?" Jungkook smiled at you, resting his head on your shoulder as he peered down towards your glistening folds. One hand made it’s way to your back, stroking you comfortingly as you continued "Open them wider—your legs. Maybe it'll feel nicer"
You gulped, obeying his suggestion. Turning to look at him directly, your breath escaped you. His face was so close. You felt your cheeks getting warm. A coil building within you, ready to simply burst into flames. He could tell you were feeling it. He did his best to suppress the smirk that tugged at his lips as you began to get flustered.
A loud gasp left your mouth as the sound of squelching wetness became prominent. You stopped immediately, suddenly feeling embarrassed, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist—shaking his head.
“It’s only me Y/n. Don’t worry. This is good. You feel good, don’t you?”
You nodded reluctantly. Jungkook let his fingers slide over yours, guiding them back to your clit, moving your fingers under his to push them deeper into you. “Try…maybe pressing harder...like this?”
"J..jungkook..." You gasped, burying your face in his shoulder as he continued to fill your body with excruciating pleasure. His heart twisted, seeing you curl into him as you inhaled his scent. Unconsciously causing your hips to buck up while he pushed you even further, speeding up your fingers.
"There you go. Just like that" His voice vibrated against you as you whimpered a pathetic yes in response. "I'm gonna let your hand go...then I want you to go faster okay. I promise, you're gonna feel amazing"
"O..okay" You shivered as the warmth of his hand left yours. He instead cupped your face, forcing you to look back in the mirror.
"Go on. Faster Y/n. You're almost there" He urged as you began to flick your fingers at a rapid pace, heavy breaths unable to keep up with how fast your heart was pounding.
"Come on. Keep going. Just like that. Don't stop" Jungkook's voice remained steady as he watched you, ensuring that you didn’t slow down. He loved the look in your eyes, something so dark and beautiful seemed to come from them when you were like this.
It had him itching to reach down in his own pants.
"Jungkook I need to stop!" You cried, your other hand tightly gripping his thigh. He shook his head.
"No. Y/n. I'm telling you okay, just keep going. Just do as I say. Almost there...don't you feel amazing Y/n? Tell me"
Your mouth was dry, thighs beginning to tremble, prompting Jungkook to grab them, keeping them apart as you began whining incessantly.
"Yeah...um...it feels really good..." Your legs resisted, but Jungkook's firm grip squeezed down, ensuring you couldn't move. Your back arched, hips bucking as you reached your high. "JUNGKOOK" You screamed. Fingers now covered in liquid. You felt something throb deep within you, causing you to twitch all over. A serene wave of pleasure coursed through your every vein. "Ahhh..ahhh..." You groaned, fingers picking up the pace as you stretched the feeling on as long as you could.
Jungkook watched with piqued interest, cock twitching as you reached your high. He gently caressed your thighs as you began to calm down, removing your finger to examine its sticky state.
His lips found yours, tongue sliding into your mouth as he crawled over your lap.
"Now, give me your hand. You're gonna help me do it too"
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