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He loves with his whole heart, worries with every fiber in his body; and that’s why he’s now glancing at his phone from time to time. Worried sick why you’re so late.

You’ve told Jungkook you’re gonna be out to ease your mind with your friends. Forget about the stupid heartbreak you’re going through and have fun. You told him you’re gonna be back by Eleven Thirty.

And now his phone shows it’s One Ten. Jungkook feels the tip of his fingers almost have frostbite from the nervousness. He’s texted you every four minutes, asking where you’re or if you’re okay.

But you haven’t even cared to open them.

Maybe he should just get the fuck up, fetch his fucking car keys and drive to the fucking nearest club you usually hangout with.

And so, he brings himself up to his feet from his couch, running his hands and fixing his ruffled hair as he keeps nibbling his lips. “C’mon, Y/N. Text me back.” He groans, locking his phone back and pushing it to the pocket of his sweatpants.

It doesn’t take him long before he’s walking to his room and getting prepared, pulling his black jacket he found on the front. He takes a deep breath, praying he’s gonna find you but a soft click from the main door makes his prayers halt.

There’s a familiar soft groan surfacing through before the door clicks back again, locking itself as you make your appearance to the apartment you both shared.

“Shit.” Jungkook frowns when he hears your hiss, walking out from his room quickly.

“Y/N?” He calls out for you, his voice stern and ready to scold you, making you look up from your stare-glare moment with the carpet that almost made you trip and fall. “Kook.”

Kook.

Fucking Kook, of course you call him that and sll his anger subsided. He can’t even get mad at you for almost making him shit his heart out. “Do you know what time it is?” He asks instead, voice trying not to break from the sudden overwhelming feeling he suddenly has, just seeing you this messed up.

You’re tired, it’s visible on how your eyes are droopy and bloodshot from crying every single time and it was more obvious you’ve cried your way back here. You’ve lost weight, your cheekbones getting more visible and noticeable. Hair messed up, face not taken care of and highly dehydrated.

You’re just not you.

And it scares Jungkook that you’re losing yourself trying to fix someone and something that can not be repaired.

“I’m late, aren’t I?” You sniffle and groan again, stumbling your way to the couch, passing Jungkook on your way but again your heels decide to cause you to trip.

And if it wasn’t for Jungkook’s arms securing you back to your feet, pressing you to his chest. You could’ve knocked out a tooth or two because the coffee table would’ve taken you to death.

Instead of gasping or having a mini heart attack, you huff and softly giggle while being in his arms, tapping his bicep that flexed under your touch. “Oops.” You look up at your best friend who stares at you with his why-are-you-acting-like-that for eyes stare and confused before your breath hits him and realisation sinks in, you’re drunk.

Scratch that because not only are you drunk but you’re fucking wasted.

Jungkook was fast to scrunch his nose, eyes wrinkling and nostrils burning from your mouth scent. He could’ve swore he would gag if it wasn’t for your long lasting perfume mixing up with the alcohol you reek in.

“Are you drunk?” He straightens you in his arms, helping you by taking the chain strapped purse and throwing it to the couch. “Is going to a club to forget about your first love considered drunk?” You ask back.

Jungkook feels his heart pinch a little. But most importantly, you actually are drunk.

“C’mere, let’s get you changed to new clothes.” Because one, you must be cleaned before you go to sleep and two, you fucking stink from the bitter scent of the alcohol.

Jungkook helps you walk away from your room across from him, where it was in front of the living room you two shared. “You’re taking me to whose room?” You ask, eyes looking around as if you’re new to this place. The alcohol in your system has definitely taken over.

“That’s the bathroom, baby.” He casually says before the last word processes through his mind.

Normally, Jungkook would've died at his spot cause you’ll cuss the shit out of him but now he’s sure you don’t even remember your name by now let alone the name he called you.

Once you both made it to the bathroom, Jungkook removed his jacket from his body before placing you on the closed toilet seat and murmured softly, “Don’t move,” before he walked to the mirror and small shelf attached to the wall that had your toothbrush and the paste.

He walked back to you to see you sitting there with your elbow on your knees and your hands covering your face as you supported your balance as much as you could. If the situation wasn’t so serious, he would’ve told you how cute you were sitting like that.

“Y/N.” His voice was softer than ever, making you look up from your position. Jungkook sucked a deep breath, you are so pretty and it just hurts him. It hurts him to see your pretty face twisted with hurt.

Your mascara smeared and lipgloss not on your lips anymore.

“You need to brush your teeth before you sleep.” He lends out the toothbrush that now has the paste on it to you, but you just whine, turning your face to the other side when he pushes it close to your mouth.

“I’ll do it, if you won’t.” It came out as a threat and Jungkook watches how you roll your drunken eyes and push yourself close to him, giving him a signal to do it himself.

Taking the note, Jungkook’s left hand secures itself to the back of your head. Collecting your messy hair out of your face and from your shoulder, holding it in place with one hand while his toothbrush holding hand came to brush your teeth.

You look at him through your wet lashes, and again if it wasn’t for the uneasy tension and heartbreaking situation, Jungkook would’ve shamelessly told you how you look so sexy right in front of you.

Though, Jungkook can’t lie he feels himself twitching under his sweatpants.

You moan in relief when he pulls the toothbrush out from your mouth, handing you the cup of water so you could wash your mouth clean. “Are we done?” You ask impatiently.

Jungkook just puts the toothbrush to its place, humming before helping you up. Your heels click under the bathroom ceramic until both of you are out and already in your room.

“Do you need help changing or..?” Jungkook never minded changing your clothes for you. It’s always been normal for you both since you two had seen each other naked more than your partners had.

It wasn’t because of sexual whatsoever though, it was because you help Jungkook out of his clothes when he’s sick or drunk or just couldn’t help himself and he does the same for you.

But now, it's a little different since you have someone other than him. At least had someone other than him. Someone who took care of you, someone who engaged with you intimately more than Jungkook had.

So Jungkook must be sure you’re comfortable with him— “It’s not like you’ve seen me naked before.” You cackle but it doesn’t lift the tension.

“Ok.” Is what Jungkook mutters before walking close to you where you’re already sat on your bed. Jungkook kneels in front of you, taking your right leg and taking your heels off before he does the same to the other.

It’s obvious the heels weren’t comfortable because of the redness and soreness you were feeling. And as if Jungkook was reading your mind, he squeezed them and you throw your head back, smiling with satisfaction. “That feels so good.”

Jungkook just silently does his things, because he’s afraid if he opens his mouth? He will say something he is gonna regret, especially with his body reacting to your soft noises you make from time to time.

“Where do you put your pyjamas?” He asks instead.

You take a long time before replying, as if you’re trying to remember. “There, right under the third drawer.” You point your finger. Your sentence was choppy but Jungkook still made sense out of it.

Jungkook pulls the drawer, looking for your pyjamas and it doesn’t take him long to see the power puff print shorts, he pulls them out.

But Jungkook doesn’t fail to notice the familiar red hoodie neatly folded next to your pyjamas. It was the clothe of the man who broke your heart. And Jungkook has never felt his heart shatter like that. Painfully.

“Can’t find them?” You ask, your voice sounding more sober from time to time. “Maybe check at—“ He was fast to cut you off.

“Nah, I’ve found it.” He turns to you, closing the distance as he makes his way to your bed.

Luckily, the dress you wore had a zipper and won’t be much of a struggle like other times— the other time where your head was stuck to the dress and you both had to tear it open with a scissor — thankfully.

Jungkook was quick to unzip your dress, making you lift your arms up and pull it over your head before making you sit back on your bed again. You’re now in your panties and strapless bra.

And it was obvious Jungkook was nervous.

It isn’t like he doesn’t trust himself, of course he does. He’s a person who mastered holding back but It's you he doesn’t trust because he knows you might lead him on and let him fall to the pit of depression. Especially with the eyes you’re giving him.

“Turn around.” He tells you, voice as gentle as he’s talking to a baby and you do as you’re told, turning around just to feel his cool fingertips brush against your back. You lick your lips and feel him unclip your bra.

You hold on to your bra on your chest before turning back to him, watching him avoid your eyes and just wander around before fetching the power puff shirt. Jungkook silently pushes the shirt over your head down to your shoulder and lets you do the rest of the work.

But he doesn’t miss how his skin brushes against the swell of your breast.

It doesn’t take him a while before he helps you get into your shorts, helping you seat up and buckle your hips as he slips the shorts above your hips.

Once he checks you’re all settled and ready for bed, he reads how your bare face looks so gorgeous. Skin now flawless after washing you up. He finds his eyes darting to your lips. Jungkook has always been close to you like now but today seems to feel different, it wasn’t just being physically close.

It’s like you can hear him, you can read him, like you can feel how he’s emotionally and mentally attached to you. The distance between was as if you could feel his undying love for you.

Keeping his selfish thoughts to himself, Jungkook lifts his gaze from your lips to your eyes and he mentally successfully shuts himself from saying the most hurtful word he’s been dying to say because he knows it’s one sided.

At least he was sure it was one sided until this second, before he caught you staring at his lips, just like he was doing mere seconds ago. You make him so confused and he hates it.

He hates how you make him, the most confident man out there, crumble into insecurities.

His mind was screaming to push you away, but his inner battle going unnoticed by you as you kept staring at his cherry lips while biting yours.

‘She’s just hurting, Jungkook.’ His own brain eats him alive.

‘Yeah, and she needs me.’ He tries to ignore the burn of your touch on his skin. ‘She needs me to ease her pain. I need to give her peace.’

This is wrong and Jungkook knows it but he wants you to feel okay. Or maybe… maybe for once. He wants himself to feel okay.

‘Leave, leave the room now. Or it’s gonna turn out bad.’ He wishes he could, he wishes he was out this instant but all thoughts came tumbling down the moment he felt your soft lips on his.

At first he didn’t move a single muscle, Jungkook just froze at his spot. Thinking it was desperation kicking in and creating scenarios but when your hand came up to caress his jaw, he breathed through his nose.

Your frustration is obvious when you press your lips harder, wanting his warmth and comfort.

And as if his ‘start’ button was pressed on, Jungkook swiftly pulls you to his lap, making you straddle him as he tugged and pressed you closer to him. His lips felt hot against yours, mouth opening to invite your wet tongue.

Jungkook’s fingers dig onto your hips when you whimper against his lips, your alcohol mixed minty breath filling him up. Jungkook leans back, cutting your make-out session short before tilting his head to the other side and pressing his lips against yours again, but this time firmly.

Both of you desperately fumble for each other’s clothes. You tug on his white shirt and him going underneath your power puff shirt, both intoxicated with the feeling.

Jungkook doesn’t know what to name the feeling, but it doesn’t last long when the name he loathes the most slips out of your mouth.

“Tae…” You whisper out and Jungkook freezes at his spot, a thin ringing sound filling his ear. Maybe he was mistaken, maybe you didn’t call out the name of the fucker who broke your heart. Jungkook really wished at that moment his ears were just doubling some words and making shit up but no.

He hears you loud and clear this time.

“Taehyung…” You moan out the name and Jungkook’s world crumbles to depth. He could hear his whole heart crashing and felt his blood run cold. So that’s what a heartbreak is?

Because you’re so strong if you’re feeling what Jungkook is feeling. He wanted nothing else but death, death was just peaceful while this just felt like getting every part of your limbs amputated without any anaesthesia.

He felt like throwing up, he felt like he’s the one that’s drunk to the brim who wants to throw all the food he took in for the last few weeks out.

The moment you’ve felt his movements halt, you lean back and give Jungkook the frown and pout he always found adorable but right now he wishes he could just push you away from him.

He grits his teeth when you trace his jaw. “Are you okay?” You sound gibberish in his ears, he was numb to form meanings to your words.

You must have not realised what you said earlier.

But Jungkook just blames himself.

Stupid, fucking stupid he was.

He literally warned himself, it was all his fault. But then again, you’re hurting. You’re hurting and he understands and so, Jungkook gently tries to bring you off of his lap.

“Kook, what’s wrong?” There was annoyance behind your voice and you try to cover it up as much as you can but Jungkook wasn’t a fool with these.

“You’re drunk, it’s for the better if you go to sleep.” He coldly replied, muscles too numb from the sudden pain. His ears are still ringing when you speak, “I’m not drunk, Jungkook.” You’re so fucking funny.

“I want you—“ Jungkook was fast enough this time.

“No, you don’t.” He spits, anger bubbling under his skin. He is embarrassed right now and he just needs to leave your room or this won’t end well. “You don’t want me and you know it clearly.”

You’re so used to him pampering you when you’re at fault and frown a bit confused at his statement. “What?” Your questions just ticks him off. He’s tired of you playing dump and facing your shit.

“It’s him that you want, it’s him you’re thinking of when— when you’re doing shit with me.” He hates how his voice breaks as he tries to balance himself. His whole body itching and sweating, JungKook just needs to leave.

He hates Taehyung so much.

“Jungkook, I… wait.” He sees how sinks in to your eyes and how your brows knit in guilt and shame. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Didn’t mean to what exactly?” He squints his eyes at you, half of his heart bleeding just because he’s blaming you for his foolishness. Your silence and your body curling with your eyes glossing answers him loud and clear.

“Hm, that’s what I thought too.” He doesn’t push further this time, just turning his heels and leaving your door with a loud thud. And you flinch on your bed, eyes watering as you bite your lips.

What have you done?

Jungkook, on other hand, walks straight to his room. Not wanting anything but piece of peace right at this moment. He just wants to dissociate.

He feels his waterline burn as he grunts and sniffles, looking up to his room ceiling as if his tears would just get sucked in back. “You’re so fucking stupid.” He sneers.

“You deserve this, you’re so fucking stupid, Jungkook.” He lets the tears go, biting on his inner cheek as if it’s gonna distract him from the internal pain but nothing is compared to it.

And just like the movies, you lean to the wall right where your bed was framed to and so does Jungkook, leaning to the wall where your back was touching but separated by the thin wall.

Both of you cry for a heart that does not belong to you. You chase another man's heart while Jungkook chases yours.

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Wishin' on a shootin' star, say a prayer for me

And hope it comes true

Jungkook can't help but heave a sigh, twirling the almost empty wine glass around in his hand while looking at the night sky with such loneliness in his eyes.

The sight above him is beautiful, but to him, there's nothing more beautiful than the image of your face in front of him right now. He craves you by his side, appreciating the view outside his window as you spend the most loving time in your lives.

So, when his eyes spot the phenomenal shooting star that swiftly passes through his home, his mind screams your name right away, praying to whoever's listening to him in the sky to have you here with him.

It's foolish, but he'll just about do anything to see you again, hoping that his wishes will eventually come true someday.

Throw my phone out the window, there's no player in me

Those days are through

When he said that he's willing to do anything for you, he meant it with every fiber of his being. Hence, it doesn't take Jungkook any second thought to pull his phone out of his pocket only to throw it out the window. He lets it fall freely from the high level of his penthouse without a care. Perhaps it's the alcohol seeping into his veins, putting him under the influence, but there still remains a part of him where he doesn't regret what he just did. After all, he only wants to prove you one thing by the end of the day —

He's more than willing to enter a new chapter in his life, and the title of that chapter is you.

You put it on me like I never felt before

That gushy, gushy good, girl, I want some more

While Jungkook continues to appreciate the mesmerizing city landscape beyond him, his mind couldn't help but drift off to the moment you met each other for the first time.

He had only intended to have a great time with his old friends during that highschool reunion of your batch. If only you hadn't attended that party like the gorgeous goddess you were to his eyes, then perhaps he wouldn't be so crazy like he is now.

Back then, Jungkook merely thought of you as the smart student who had a few admirers here and there, only ever getting the chance to talk with you every time you're paired up on a project, but he never thought of batting an eye towards your direction. However, the clearer view of your beauty in the present is in no doubt, indeed a present to him.

Without hesitation, he strikes up a conversation with you right away, leaving everyone else in the ditch as his entire attention was now directed on you, and you only.

It took hours for the party to end, thus it doesn't surprise you to see Jungkook impatient to get the both of you out of the venue, for you already knew where this night was about to end the moment he greeted you.

You haven't even gotten the opportunity to jump inside his car, but you're already making out on his hood like horny teenagers all over again. He kisses you with a spark of fire, spreading flames all over your body like a wildfire. You moan when he bites your bottom lip before pulling away, extending his warmth down to your exposed neck where he marks you like his personal treasure. You throw your head back in no shame whatsoever, disregarding the environment around you when you begin to grind your crotch against his thigh. The moans you let out our wanton, especially when he easily locates that sensitive spot on your neck to lick, suck, and bite on it that already has you reeling for the man.

You're certain there's a wet splotch in your underwear by now, already aroused from merely grinding away on Jungkook's thick thigh as well as him leaving dark spots all over your neck as if tomorrow will never come.

He slithers a tattooed hand beneath your dress to rub your clothed folds. You gasp loudly at the abrupt intrusion, letting him do whatever he desires at the moment while you relax at the sensational touches he leaves on you.

Whimpering, you grip tightly on his shoulder to urge him to go on. "Don't stop," you whine, "Please don't stop, fuck—"

"I won't, sweetheart." He licks at the fresh hickey he's just made while whispering. "I won't."

Before anyone could even catch up to what was going on, Jungkook hides the both of you from out in the open, hastily fishing his car keys from his pocket to unlock the Black Mercedes he's about to drag you in. He opens the backdoor, and soon enough, he's messily falling along with you on the leather seats where you continue to explore each other's bodies.

He locks the car again before hunching your dress around your waist to take a look at the sopping mess you've done with your panties, pushing them to the side when he finally gets to touch your bare pussy for the first time tonight.

Growling, he leans down to your ear only to send you a hot wave of shivers with the raspy whisper he lets out. "Gonna make you cum so hard tonight, sweetheart." He chuckles, "So fucking hard."

Jungkook wasn't expecting to receive exactly the same treatment he intends to give you tonight.

The moment you arrive at his penthouse, the two of you are already sticking to each other immediately like opposite poles of a magnet until you eventually navigate yourselves to the large couch in his living room. He settles you comfortably on his lap, hands traveling down to your clothed ass where he kneads them as you continue to lap each other out. You're the first one to pull away after a few more seconds, for he's already sucking the breath out of you with his plush lips alone.

You impatiently begin to unbutton his dress shirt, admiring the bulky figure that's hidden underneath the flimsy layer of fabric. He does the same to you, wrapping an arm around your back to unzip the tight outfit refraining his eyes from indulging in your gorgeous figure. The straps fall loosely around your shoulders, and soon enough, your dress is already messily hunched around your waist, exposing the entirety of your body to Jungkook's lust-hungry gaze.

By the time you get rid of his top, you don't hesitate to lean down and place kitten licks on his nipple. He quietly gasps at your bold move, resisting the temptation to have his eyes rolling back when you lick a fat stripe on his chest. He shivers underneath you, falling victim for your presence as he tightens the hold he has on your waist. Your pussy is gushing your arousal like a waterfall, and Jungkook doesn't fail to notice how desperate your whimpers get when you pick up the motion of your hips on his thigh.

Pulling away, you attack his lips ferociously, moaning oh-so wantonly that it has the tent in Jungkook's pants growing angrier by the minute. "I wanna ride your face."

"Fuck yeah, baby." Jungkook almost whines when you hastily settle yourself on his face, having your panties already ridden off earlier from the steamy car ride on the way home. You pant heavily, sensing his warm breath knocking right on your entrance, steadily aligning your core above his pillowy lips until he takes matters in his own hands — becoming more desirous for the sweet nectar leaking over him.

"Oh! Fuck, Jungkook—" You draw out a long mewl when he laps at your pussy like an oasis, leaving no drop of your juices out of his mouth as he dances his tongue around your sopping folds.

Nothing left could be heard in the spacious room aside from your lewd moans and the obscene noises of your wet pussy being eaten out by Jungkook.

You desperately grind on his face, searching for more friction, repeatedly nudging the tip of his nose with your clit which only has you throwing your head back in bliss.

Jungkook, on the other hand, feels more than euphoric seeing your fucked out expression from below. He wiggles his tongue in every spot he deemed fit to have you toppling near the edge. Your taste alone is enough to get him off, bucking his hips in the air to seek for a release himself. Swallowing every drop you offered him only has him going crazier by the second, only urging him to fuck you with his tongue this instant, and that's what he exactly did.

The abrupt intrusion of his tongue between your folds elicited a loud whimper from you. He fucks you with his tongue like how he would with his cock — messy and fast.

Breathy chants of his name and a messy mantra of moans and whimpers come tumbling off your tongue. You bounce on his face like the desperate one you were, chasing that orgasm that's merely boiling from deep within your core.

He simply couldn't get enough of your essence, akin to getting intoxicated by the best form of addiction in the world. He continues to lap on your dripping cunt as if he's the next one in line on a death row, moaning every now and then which sends vibrations reverberating up your spine. Your mind blacks out, and now the only thing you can think of is Jungkook's skilled and wet tongue bringing you to an intense orgasm.

You don't hold back from leaving your mouth ajar to spill out the most sinful, yet heavenly noises Jungkook has ever heard, provoking him to add up to your pleasure by encouraging you to swivel your hips around his face.

Your pending orgasm is peeking around the corner, and the knot that's about to blow up inside you is about to make a mess on Jungkook's swollen lips. "Fuck, Jungkook, I'm cumming—" you whine, thighs shaking profusely until the knot snaps.

Gasping, Jungkook doesn't leave any of your juices unwelcome, for he's greedily drinking your juices up in pure gluttony. Your pussy keeps gushing out new waves of your orgasm for Jungkook to consume, and he can never get sick of it. If anything, it leaves him wanting more of that gushy sweetness you provide him, never ever being stunned from the way you do it.

Sweet, sticky, thick and pretty

You changed the game

At this point, Jungkook wants nothing more than to shove his cock in the prettiest pussy he's seen in his life, similar to a messy abstract painting that always succeeds in enticing the people's eyes — that's how beautiful Jungkook saw you.

Slowly lifting your hips off his panting face, you finally take a glimpse for the first time on how fucked out he already seemed. His lips are absolutely smeared with your essence, and perhaps a few of it even landed on his chin and his nose. However, your appreciation session on the man's features are cut short when he rips open the condom hiding in his pocket, swiftly stripping himself off his pants until his dick is finally sprang out in the open; tall and leaking with pre-cum.

He rolls the condom around his shaft, and before you know it, he's already forcing you down on his lap where your soft walls gain contact with the tip of his cock.

"Gonna fuck your pretty little pussy with my cock, baby. You want that?"

You mewl in response, eagerly nodding as you visibly bite your lower lip. Spreading your slick all over his tip, you steadily sink yourself around his girth, eliciting a guttural groan between the two of you. For a moment, you can feel the wind knock out of your lungs from how full you felt. Your walls kept themselves snug around Jungkook's veiny shaft, and he swears, he's losing his composure faster by the second.

"Fuck," he lowly whimpers when you finally bottom out, large hands settling on your hips to slowly drag you up again. Your pussy already leaves a trail of dribbling slick down the length of his cock, and it definitely earns a hiss to come out between Jungkook's teeth.

He helps you in riding him, a lewd yelp falling off your pretty lips when your hips crash down on his thick thighs, causing his tip to kiss the top of your cervix inside. Soon enough, your pace becomes increasingly desperate, as what seemed to be mildly moderate a few seconds back turns to a merciless wrath of Jungkook's cock roughly fucking into your dripping cunt.

"Jungkook!" You cry his name in utter bliss before the weight of your head gives in, leaning on his shoulder for support as you unknowingly drool on the taut muscle. He growls animalistically, fucking you with full force and great speed which leaves the air humid, and the sound of skin slapping and wet squelches of your pussy fill the quiet space of his penthouse.

A staccato of breathy moans spill out from your lips like a waterfall. His cock was covered in your slick, shimmering in your thick arousal which only heightened Jungkook's stimulation.

"God, look at you—your cunt is drooling all over my cock, baby. Wettest pussy in the fucking world, shit—"

Your walls clench from his words, another wave of your juices gushing out from your pussy. No one else can make you hornier than the man fucking you right at this very moment. His brows are furrowed in concentration, mind unable to think of anything else aside from his cock rearranging your guts. He's practically pierced everywhere, and the fact that he has a full-sleeve tattoo covering the whole of his right arm only aids on to your arousal.

He catches you momentarily staring at him, and he only simpers at you. "Fuck, like what you see, baby?" The clench you do confirms your thought. "Yeah, I know you do, baby. Your cunt is so fucking wet for me, isn't it? Such a good fucking cunt, taking dick so obediently, yeah?"

"S-So good," you mewled on his shoulder, breathing becoming labored when his tip repeatedly nudges your sweet spot. The obscene noises increase in volume, which encourages Jungkook to remain consistent with his thrusts.

Everything feels messy and sticky down below where your arousal has certainly reached Jungkook's balls, covering them in white as some of it land on your ass where they clap in motion of his rough thrusts.

Jungkook swears to God that he's losing it every minute, feeling his climax build up faster than usual, too lost in the incredible sensation of your tight walls clinging onto his length for dear life. Oh, and was he extremely whipped for the way you keep creaming around the base of his cock as if you're marking him as your own. He tries to hold back the fighting orgasm bubbling within his gut, but you just had to keep him snug against your warm folds for one last time until he's eventually reaching his breaking point.

"Shit, baby, your cunt's so fucking good I think I'm gonna cum soon—" He draws out one last whine before he's filling up the thin latex material. He breathes heavily, knowing that he's never been the one to cum first during sex. Feeling his dick immediately soften, he pushes you off his cock and pulls the condom off his shaft, hastily flipping you around so he's the one on top of you this time. He grips your knees to force your legs wide, kneeling down so his face is directly in front of your dribbling cunt.

"You haven't cum yet, haven't you, angel?"

"N-No," you stutter, sensing the proximity of his face between your folds.

"Sad you didn't get to cum on my cock, but my fingers will do the trick for now."

Before you could even fully react to his statement, he's already plunging three long digits in your warm cunt, plunging them inside and out at a swift rate that has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull in an instant.

"Holy shit, pussy still so fucking tight even after getting split open with my cock." He bites his lip, pleased with the wet noises your cunt makes whenever he digs them deep within your cavern. You throw your head back as if you're floating on clouds, eyes giving in as you surrender to Jungkook's fingers finishing you off.

"Such a good girl," he coos, "taking my fingers like your pussy's made for them."

You can feel your high lingering in your lower abdomen, that familiar knot beginning to form and Jungkook detects it right away. You almost lost it when he began to increase the speed of his fingers, but what has you screaming in such a pornographic manner is his mouth sucking your clit ferociously.

He laps on your clit like a madman, desperate to reach your climax. Your legs begin to profusely shake, and your screams morph into pleasurable sobs that have Jungkook smiling against your heat. You're flooding more and more juices on his hand, his tongue aiding to your fast-approaching orgasm.

"Don't stop, don't stop, pleeeaasseeee, don't fucking stop!" You pant wildly as your hands fly to his soft locks, gripping on them for dear life to lock his mouth in place of your clit. Jungkook was absolutely shameless for loudly slurping on your wetness, flicking your clit with his tongue simultaneously which brought the cherry on top for your orgasm.

"So good, I'm cumming, shit—"

He temporarily pulls away from your cunt. "Go on and make a mess all over my face, pretty girl. You did so, so fucking well for me."

With that, he sucks on your clit for one last time before your vision fades to black. A large wave of your wetness gushes out of your pussy, forcing his fingers to pull out which has him aiming for your clit right away. He rapidly rubs your clit, groaning in satisfaction with the mess he caused.

"Damn, angel, you just fucking squirted all over me."

You're panting heavily, unable to register anything that Jungkook's saying to you, for the recent orgasm you experienced has just hit you in the head like a truck. Your body is still twitching due to the overstimulation, but Jungkook didn't seem to care at all.

Jungkook appreciates how your pussy appears to be more glossy from how much you squirted, licking his lips in temptation before leaning in to swipe a fat stripe of his tongue from the bottom of your folds to your gorging clit. You shiver from the overstimulation, taking the pleasure nonetheless.

How can you ever make him stop when this man is an absolute fucking sex god?

"Fuck, your pussy's so sweet, baby," he whines on your folds before proceeding to flick his tongue left and right at a rapid pace. Your eyes struggle to keep themselves open, for the only sensation you yearn to keep is his mouth working wonders on you. Your moans increase in both volume and pitch, and you swear the man eating you out like a whole buffet is about to pull another mind-boggling orgasm out of you.

He only adds on to your rapture when he inserts three of his slender digits inside you again. You gasp loudly, legs profusely spasming to the point where you can't keep them open anymore. You attempt to squeeze your thighs between Jungkook's face, which causes him to forcefully pry them open when he growls on your pussy.

"This cunt will be the fucking death of me, angel," he chuckles, planting a soft peck on your clit contrary to the merciless motion of his fingers. "Make a mess one more time for me, sweetheart, hm?"

"I-I can't," you sob, nails clawing on the fabric of the couch as you feel your climax flying to its peak. "Too much..!"

"You can and you fucking will," he growls again, and the vibrations felt on your heat is what triggers another mind-shattering orgasm to crash down on you. Your legs wail around from the strong intensity, but Jungkook held you still. His mouth remains unbothered when you spill your juices all over his lips, happily lapping up on your remains.

The overstimulation makes you shudder, and your cunt at this point is overly sensitive from the continuous motions of his wet tongue. "T-Too much." You use all of your remaining strength to push his head away, and you're thankful he did, only to land a wad of spit onto your sensitive cunt, anyway. He rubs the small bundle of nerves in slow, circular motions, which makes you whine.

"Jungkook, I really c-can't anymore," you whine, and he finally separates himself away from your cunt despite the addiction coursing in his veins. He leans down on your face to pull you in one last tender kiss. Your taste has definitely made its mark on Jungkook's lips, evident when he tangles his tongue with yours.

He's the first to pull away before things become more heated again, abruptly carrying you in the air with his taut arms to bring you to his bedroom. "You should look at yourself, pretty," he snickers, "You look fucking adorable in my arms like this."

You blush at his comment, shying yourself away from his gaze which Jungkook merely chuckled to. He brings you to his bedroom where he provides you with the most tender care you've experienced in your life, gently cleaning you up here and there with a wet tissue as well as giving you a generous donation with one of his shirts to keep you warm.

Jungkook was never a big fan of aftercare, preferring to keep things casual by letting whoever he hooked up with leave right away. However, seeing you laying there, exhausted from everything, gave him this strong urge to cradle you in his arms in an instant, which makes him exactly do that.

In tangled sheets, you and Jungkook sleep through the night with your limbs intertwining one another. He couldn't exactly place the blossoming sensation in his chest, but he decides to brush it off, thinking it'll all wither away in the morning.

Boy, was he wrong.

After last night

After last night, I think I'm in love with you

The next day, Jungkook wakes up next to the large empty space of his bed. At first, he could hardly remember everything that occurred last night, until the memories all came crashing down at him at once when the image of your face appeared in his brain.

His heart hammers the moment he thought about the long, yet ephemeral night he spent with you. His first instinct is to get up from bed and call out your name, thinking you're still somewhere within his residence.

"___?" He's been chanting your name like a broken toy, searching for every part of his penthouse. To no avail, though, it seems you have left Jungkook alone without bidding him a proper farewell. The only trace of you he has is the small note you wrote placed on top of the counter. It merely stated about you leaving extra early for personal reasons, saying you enjoyed the night with him nonetheless.

However, Jungkook feels himself pouting when you didn't bother leaving a number for him nor any sort of connection that'll have him talk to you again. He reminisces about the valuable time he cherished with you last night, remembering even the smallest details of you. His favorite feature of yours is definitely your smile, following the sound of your giggles echoing through his ears. You possess the plumpest lips that are worth dying for, and definitely the belle of the party last night.

To top it all off, you also had the sweetest pussy he's ever laid his hands on.

He didn't realize that he's been staring into empty space for the past few minutes, immediately blinking away any thoughts of you before deciding to proceed with his daily routine.

A lingering sensation of longing for you still remains in his chest, though. And it's slowly driving him to madness.

After last night, he's probably in love with you for all he knows.

Woke up and I can't get you out of my head

After last night, I don't know what to do

Jungkook has never seen himself be this crazy for a woman, let alone it being after a supposed one night stand.

Did you perhaps cast a hex on him? Your face haunts him even during the middle of daylight. You're like an addiction he can't get rid of no matter how hard he tries. You come to him like you were meant for him, and he can't help but be simultaneously overwhelmed and amused from how much he's thinking about you.

He can't think straight from how much you've been conquering his mind throughout the day, spacing out every minute and so to cling onto the last traces of you by solely remembering you.

Jeon Jungkook is absolutely head over heels for you.

(Baby, you've got to tell me)

When I'm gon' see you again

On the couch is Jungkook endlessly scrolling through his phone, checking out every social media app possible to possibly find you and gain contact with you for the sake of his remaining sanity. It seems like fate has been on the wrong side with him when he's unable to find a hint of you no matter how thorough he searches.

He can only sigh when his hope begins to plummet. Perhaps you were only meant to be another mere one night stand that'll add on to Jungkook's promiscuous history and nothing more. After all, you were aware from the very beginning that a man like Jungkook can't be trusted, thus making you leave before you could possibly get attached to the man.

However, after last night, he doesn't bat a single eye to any other woman whenever he's out with his friends.

After last night, you're all that takes up most of Jungkook's mind.

After last night, he began doing the craziest shit all because of you.

“I can’t believe you managed to sneak out,” Jungkook chuckles, scooting a little closer you to you which leaves you hyperaware of the proximity, increasing by the minute.

Your legs dangle over the edge of the van, palms pressed to the plush material of the quilt Jungkook had set. His fingers interlock with each other, veins bulging from his skin. You look away hurriedly once he catches you looking at his hands – like he always does.

“We have guests over,” you sigh, sneaking a glance at him when he reaches over to close one of the canopy windows, “and my father was in a good mood so…they didn’t notice that I left. But I still have to get back early, in case they go looking for me.”

He snorts, rubbing his palms together to ward off the cold, “which they will. But don’t worry, if they call or anything I’ll tell Yoongi to cover for us like the last time.”

“Okay.”

Silence settles between you, which is unusual when you’re in his company. You surmise that the conversation you had a few weeks ago is one of the reasons why. The memory has heat creeping to your cheeks. Perhaps you could see it coming – when he had admitted that he doesn’t care about girls anymore, he only has one on his mind. When he had shoved your shoulder then proceeded to leave a lingering kiss on your cheek, one that had you rolling in bed with your hand pressed to the tingling spot, butterflies fluttering around in your belly.

And perhaps it was a little smug to think that he was talking about you – his best friend – but the kiss had sealed it. The promise his small acts of over-protectiveness and deep conversations over the years had given you that idea.

That he likes you, as much as you like him.

More than a friend.

More than a best friend.

Something you’ve never experienced before. Why?

You were too distracted by the potential of your relationship with him if you gathered the courage to confess. To tell him how grateful you are to have him as a friend, and that you wish it could be more than that.

But Jungkook always had a crowd around him, and you would be silly not to notice the way all the girls in high school would eye him in class, or fight to take the seat next to him whenever the opportunity would arise.

And even if did have girlfriends here and there – he always chose the vacant seat next to you. Or kicked whoever was sitting next to you out.

However, you never cared for his little love affairs, because that was the one aspect of life the two of you had never discussed. And you liked it that way. Fearing that you might ruin everything if you were to accidentally spill your true feelings.

Up until recently.

You don’t know what changed.

Maybe it was due to the fact that you had so much free time on your hands now that you graduated high school, and you’re still figuring out what to do next. Free time spent by his side, whenever your parents would allow.

Your friendship grew, you feel incredibly safe and comfortable with him. A feeling no one else could provide.

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

He had asked, misinterpreting your stunned expression for disgust which you were quick to clear up. With a reflexive hand grabbing his, dropping it when he stared at the point of contact. As if you hadn’t held hands before, in a friendly manner.

But the circumstances were different.

And you were a flustered mess.

“Uhm…yeah. Yes.”

He looked at you in a way you had never seen before, similar to the way he’s looking at you now, those doe eyes could only bring you sleepless nights wondering if they’d ever look at you with so much emotion. And you’re thrilled, thrilled that you can stare into them for as long as you want without the fear of being caught, without the fear of your own eyes giving you away.

He breaks eye contact first, bottom lip sucked in his mouth as his sweet dimples appear, eyes creasing to have your heart bursting in your chest.

How you wish you could kiss him. Take his cute face between your palms and press your lips to his.

But a newfound fear dulls your mood – you’ve never kissed anyone before. And you’re sure he has with his history.

What if you’re a bad kisser.

You can’t be a bad kisser, you’ve practiced before. Preparing for this moment because you were so close the other night – sitting in this very van, watching the stars before his eyes drifted to yours, closing the distance only for you to turn away.

Because you were afraid of being a bad kisser.

Knowing you shouldn’t overthink it, because that would only make things worse, you divert your attention to the sky above. Little globes of light twinkling as it tries to keep away the darkness. They look much better sparkling in his round eyes, a sight that helps you fall asleep better. A feeling no one else could replace.

“Are you cold?”

And then you realize you’re staring at him again, when it’s too late.

“No,” you answer with a sniffle, which gives you away.

He grabs another maroon quilt from the endless pile of quilts he keeps in the dark corner of the van and lets it unravel, shifting even closer so his chest nudges your shoulder, draping it over your trembling figure.

When you look up, you find his face incredibly close, so close the tip of your nose could touch the mole under his lip. You can’t pull your gaze away.

“Better?”

You nod, not trusting your voice because his breath is minty, and you want to kiss him. More.

He looks away, long hand creeping out of the quilt wrap he had made to point at the sky.

“Doesn’t that look like a star?”

“They’re all stars,” you giggle, fists pressed to your knees when his scent floods your nostrils. His scent. The scent from the hoodie he lent you, which you never returned because he didn’t ask. The hoodie you basically use as a pillowcase.

“No, I mean the shape of a star. If you connect the ten dots of stars,” he begins, licking his lips, “it’ll be a star.”

You cock your head to the side, squinting at the sky before you finally see it. A small ‘oooooh’ echoing in the empty van.

He pinches your cheek, voice lowering to a whisper, “you’re so cute.”

Body heating up, you stare at the blade of grass under your shoe, “t-thank you.”

With a sigh, he wraps both his arms around your torso, the tension in his shoulders falling away visibly when you lean into his touch, heart hammering against your ribcage.

“My dad gave me the van.”

Your head snaps in his direction, mouth falling open, “he did?”

He nods proudly, eyes bouncing around the roof of the new Jeep Gladiator his father had bought a few weeks ago. For business purposes.

And now it’s Jungkook’s.

“It’s awesome,” you marvel, craning your neck to look through the front as if you don’t spend most of your days roaming around with Jungkook. Or parked off here at the mountain edge to unwind.

“You think so? I prefer my baby.”

You roll your eyes, knowing that he’s referring to his demon of a motorcycle.

“This is better, more comfortable.”

He hums, chin tipped up, “if you like it, then I like it.”

You tense, stuttering through your words, “no you don’t have to. I mean…your bike…”

Chuckling, he leans over to press a kiss to your cheek, as if it’s nothing. As if you’ve been doing this for years. It feels that way, but that doesn’t tame the fire in your heart.

“This van is for deliveries only,” he informs, bending over slightly to rummage through his backpack, “I got you something.”

“Deliveries?”

You ask as if you don’t know. Everyone would know what deliveries he’s talking about. Except your parents, because they have no idea that you’re friends with, no, dating the infamous Jeon’s son. Who delivers drugs like it’s your morning newspaper.

And they would lose their shit if they knew you accompanied him, ever since you graduated high school, on a few of those illicit deliveries.

But that’s another worry for tomorrow.

“Here,” Jungkook beams, a little shyly, holding up a silver chain that glistens in the moonlight, a circular locket dangling at the bottom, “this is for you. Sorry, I didn’t like the box it came in so I just had it in my bag.”

“Jungkook…” You mumble, taking the locket between your fingers, throat constricting.

“Look—” he twists the bit connected to the side of the locket, cracking it open before he holds it out to you, cursing because it’s too dark under the canopy, but you see it clearly “—I didn’t have any other good photos of us, so I just used the ones from our class photo…you can replace it if you want. I know you didn’t like that photo, but I think you look pretty. I didn’t like my haircut in that picture either, so we’ll definitely take a better picture…hopefully…Do you like it?”

He's right, you didn’t like that photo but with his face next to yours, it doesn’t matter. It’s the most precious gift you had ever received. You hold it to your chest, nodding frantically.

“I love it.”

He lets out a sound between a relieved sigh and a chuckle, bunny smile creeping up to his eyes.

Your cheeks hurt with how hard you’re smiling, unable to tear your eyes away from younger Jungkook, when the picture was only taken a year ago.

“Can I—” he gestures to your neck, eyes wide “—can I put it on for you?”

“Oh, yeah—” you hand him the necklace and turn around, combing your hair over your shoulder.

You flinch when his hands come around to the front, the cool metal of the locket sitting between your collarbones as you feel his knuckles brush against your neck, setting off a wave of emotions.

“Done.”

Spinning around once again, your fingers brush the locket, gaze moving to his.

“Thank you.”

He holds out his arms, silently asking for a hug. You practically leap into his arms, cheek pressed to his warm chest. Your eyes widen when you hear his equally rapid heartbeat, palms curling around his flexing shoulders before you pull away.

A strand of hair gets caught on his earring, you pause, lifting a hand to pull it away but he beats you to it. Brushing it away easily, which clears your view to have you lock eyes with him, head tilted up slightly as your heart beats thunderously.

You swallow thickly when his gaze drops your lips, calloused palm cupping your cheek before he angles his head.

And all you can think is: it’s happening, it’s finally happening.

But then you jerk away, sighing in annoyance when he drops his hand because you wanted it to happen. The image of his pretty eyes fluttering shut, hips lips parting perfectly, his tongue wetting his lips makes you feel like such an idiot because you wanted it – you want it so bad.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble stupidly, attempting to calm your nerves but your head feels hot. And his hand that’s still kept on your face doesn’t make things any easier.

He clears his throat, but his voice is still gruff, “did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you whine, scrunching your eyes shut, “I just…I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

His eyebrows lift, mouth quirking to the side, “I know.”

You gasp, “you know?”

He gives a one-shoulder shrug, “I mean…obviously I know. You’re my best friend.”

You bring a fist up to his chest, “but we’ve never talked about that stuff before!”

“Yeah but…it’s obvious.”

“That I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

“No…I mean. Yeah.”

You groan, feeling the tender moment slip away because he’s back into annoying guy best friend mode.

“Wait, wait—” he encircles your waist with his arms, locking you against him “—I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that I know you never kissed anyone before because you never had a boyfriend.’

You raise a brow, “you can kiss someone without them being your boyfriend or girlfriend.”

His smile falls, “did you?”

“…No,” you look away, wiggling in his hold.

“Then why…”

“I want my first kiss to be perfect, Jungkook, but I don’t know how that’s going to be possible wh—”

“I can make it perfect.”

Words dissolving on your tongue, you blink at him, breath hitching with how handsome he looks under the pale light, half of his face illuminated while the other remains dark, but not hidden to your gaze.

He nods to himself, as if accepting the challenge.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to kiss you,” he begins, forehead pressed to yours, “you have such pretty lips.”

“So do you,” you breathe, slowly melting into his eyes once again.

He laughs, low and breathy, “just relax and let me kiss you. You’ll see how easy it is. Keep your lips just like that.”

A whimper gets caught in your throat when his thumb presses into your lower lip, his own eyes falling shut has you closing your eyes too, holding your breath as you prepare for the contact.

His lips are warm and supple, the taste of mint passing onto your own tongue as he moves his mouth over yours delicately. And there’s nothing else you can think of except him. You’re kissing Jungkook. That thought alone sends a thrill down your spine and you mimic his movements, closing your lips around his bottom lip while he suckles on your top lip.

The whole time you feel like your heart might soar of your chest.

A little frustrated before you finally let your fingers curl around his neck, gasping softly when he pulls away to place two noisy kisses on your mouth. You chase his lips, sad that it’s already over before reality hits you for the second time – you finally kissed.

“See,” he pants, thumb sliding across your cheek, “easy.”

You nod, chuckling emptily.

“That was a baby kiss,” he smiles, not moving an inch.

“Baby kiss?”

“Mhm.”

You’re given no warning before he grabs the back of your head and takes your bottom lip between his teeth, fast and sloppy, earning a quiet whimper from before you fall into his pace. Stomach doing a flip because you’re kissing him again, and you want to enjoy it. You want to savor the feeling of his lips on yours, catching his top lip between your own. Alternating between sucking and tugging the soft petals of his mouth to hear a low groan from him.

The lower part of your abdomen suddenly tight with the sound. A feeling you experienced alone, under your blanket with your fingers between your legs, pretending it was Jungkook.

You gasp when you feel the hot, wet sensation of his tongue prodding at your lower lip, quickly licking into your mouth as it opens for him, rolling the wet muscle against his because you want to hear him more. His large hands creep to your thighs, sliding around to cup your ass and pull you onto his lap. Any trace of anxiety has simmered away, so foreign yet so accustomed to the feeling of his hands on his skin, wanting more and more.

Tilting your head to the side, one hand wrapped around the back of his neck while the other stays snug around the front, feeling his Adam’s apple bob under your touch, you take his tongue between your lips, his taste flooding your mouth as you move your head back, smiling into the kiss once you hear him moan.

When you settle onto his lap, something hard and long poking into your thigh forces you to pull away and look down, eyes widening.

He looks dazed, eyes half-lidded as he rubs the back of his neck coyly, “sorry…erm that’s my—”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“I know what that is, Jungkook.”

His hand cups your hips, “yeah…I’m sorry…we can stop here if you want to.”

You shake your head, driven by desire as you grab the collar of his jacket to pull him closer, reconnecting your lips once again. He explores the wetness of your mouth with his tongue, veiny hands doing the same with your body before you feel his crotch make contact with yours, a feeling that sets your every nerve on fire. You leave it to him, having your way with his mouth as he guides your clothed pussy along his cock.

At this point you’re kneeling over him, his head tilted far back while you suction around his tongue, nails digging into his neck as he bucks his hips into yours. You sigh and moan, relishing in the taste of him, his hot mouth on yours the best thing you’ve ever felt.

Second best thing…

After his lips graze your neck, eyes nearly rolling back with the sensation alone. You’re too far gone to stop now. Soaking through your panties because he’s here and he’s real. Kissing and nipping at the column of your throat, not hard enough to leave scars.

Because that would be the end of you.

Dismissing that thought, you take the time to appreciate how relaxed and in sync the two of you had become, your bodies slotting into each other perfectly. As if his and your lips morphed into a shape that would suit the other – unable to pull away as he covers your mouth in another dizzying kiss.

Your hips seem to have a mind of its own, rolling back and forth expertly, pressing your clit into his shaft then up. And back down. Pleasure rolling through you in a way you’ve never experienced before.

“Fuck,” he pants, lips red and swollen as he watches the way you grind on his cock, “where’d you learn to move like that? With your sexy thighs.”

You want to tell him that you don’t need to learn when it comes to him – it all comes naturally to you.

His bottom lip stays tucked between his teeth, opening and closing his mouth but unable to speak because you’re moving your hips faster, drinking in each and every sound he makes. The sweat beading across his forehead and neck appear like glitter, hands flexing on your body before you feel one slide under your shirt.

“Slow down,” he chuckles, anchoring you to his lap, “slow down baby.”

The pet name itself has a fresh emotion knocking at your heart, his voice almost unrecognizable. Laced with need.

“Sorry,” you whisper, hands splayed across his chest that undulates beneath your touch.

He shakes his head, rising from his elbows to kiss the corner of your mouth, “don’t apologize baby. I just…would’ve came right there if you kept it up.”

Suddenly shy after hearing that, you look away, only for him to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“I always thought you were pretty, but on top of me like this,” he tsks, a smirk punctuating his words, “you look fucking sexy.”

“Jungkook,” you giggle, covering your eyes with your hands as if your pussy isn’t clenching.

“No, no,” he pouts, feigning indignance, “don’t get all shy on me now. Tell me, ___. Do you know what’s gonna happen if we go further?”

You gulp, feeling him squeeze both your thighs, “yeah.”

A hum rumbles from his chest, the boy under you so different with his gaze and attitude. All cocky.

It turns you on even more.

But what makes you laugh is the fact that he’s asking you all these questions as if you’re still a clueless teenager who doesn’t deal with hormones every single day.

“Did you ever watch any…videos?”

“Porn? Yes, I did. Jungkook.”

His smirk grows wider, eyebrow jumping, “really?”

You smack his chest, rolling your eyes once again. Which is the opposite of what’s going on inside your head, heart and…pussy. It’s a circus.

“Really, Jungkook. I’m not as innocent as you think I am.”

In a second, you’re under him, knees hooked around his waist as he presses you the plush quilt. Submerged in darkness, yet you’re still able to make out the way his gaze rakes up and down your figure, ogling the way your boobs spill out of your blouse.

“You’re not? Then tell me, what do you do when you watch?”

The new position has all confidence you’ve built fade away, stuttering when he grabs both your wrists and pins them on either side of your head. He looks ever more handsome from above, doe eyes luring you in deeper, asking you to surrender.

“Hm?”

You flush, eyes dancing across his face before he leans down and presses his lips to your ear, every hair on your body raising with the swift movement.

“I’ll tell you what I do,” he begins, soft lips dragging down the curve of your neck. You’re trembling, not sure what to do with yourself in this moment. The delicious weight of his body on yours is something you wish to etch into your brain.

All you know is that you don’t want any of it to end.

“I find something to watch, but it’s only background noise. Because all I can think about is you, what you would look like naked under me, fucking my own fist and pretending it was your mouth, your pussy, anything as long as it’s you. What your moans would sound like. How fucking amazing I can make you feel. How many times I’ll make you cum in one night. If you gave me the chance.”

You’re dripping, slick slipping down your pussy to settle between your ass cheeks. And you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet and desperate before. Fingers intertwined with his, before he lets go, pulling his sweater off as he kneels between your legs.

Greedily, your gaze drops to his toned abs, reaching up to get a feel of the tough skin. How many nights you spent imagining what he would look like, in this very position. Smiling down at you before he silently asks permission to undo the buttons on your blouse. You watch him take his time with each placket, wishing you could have those long, skilful fingers inside you already.

“Tell me,” he husks, turning around briefly to close the canopy door, blocking the moonlight completely, you admire the muscles on his back, wondering what it would look like when he’s on top of you. Fucking you senseless.

Because that’s what you want.

“Tell you what?”

He kicks off his cargo pants, making a slow descent down the length of your body to stop at your crotch area. Eyes lifting to ask for permission once again.

“You know what.”

You chew on the corner of your mouth, fingers twitching at your sides while he’s peeling off your jeans.

“I think of you.”

A pleased hum sounds from his chest, warm hands gripping your ankles to pull you lower, positioning you to his taste.

“What am I doing when you think of me?”

“You’re…touching me. Everywhere.”

“Hm, and you touch yourself?”

You shut your eyes, nodding meekly, “yes.”

“Show me.”

Stunned, you lift your head off the quilt to shoot him a quizzical look. His lips are parted, zeroed in on your plain white panties. A pink bow on the front. Even if you knew what was going to happen tonight, you couldn’t have worn fancy lingerie – risking your mother finding them when she snoops around in your room. Still, he stares at them like it is fancy lingerie, leaving you charmed.

He repeats his words, grabbing your right hand and guiding it to your pussy. Hesitantly, you spread your legs a bit, embarrassed as you feel his hot breath fan across your fingertips when you touch your swollen clit through the flimsy material, whimpering softly.

“So pretty,” he susurrates, urging you on with the fingers around your wrist, “go on. I wanna know how you would like me to touch you. How you imagine me touching you.”

The thought of him touching you just as you’re touching yourself sends a charge of excitement through you, hand dipping into your panties before you gather your slick on your fingers, bringing it up to your clit and rubbing – hard and fast. You hear him curse, head falling back as you’re enjoy the friction of your own fingers, feeling your pussy ache.

Once you start grinding into your hand, wet sounds increasing, he swats your hand away to pull off your panties, falling flat to his stomach as you feel his warm breath hit your puffy folds.

“Jungkook.”

He gives you one last look before you feel his tongue go rigid against your folds, back arching off the quilt as he tugs at your clothed nipple, shaking his head from side to side.

“Shit!”

You cry out, grinding against his tongue while he slurps and suckles at your clit, your entire body bent to his will as he works you to your high. You’ve never felt such pleasure before, intensified by the fact that it’s Jungkook with his lips pursed around your clit, his big eyes watching your every move, his tongue lapping at your cunt and drinking up every last drop of your essence while he replaces it with his own spit.

His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes closing momentarily as he drags his tongue through your swollen folds, thumb snagged on the skin above your clit to expose your pulsating bud to his ravenous mouth more, having your legs fall even further apart, sweat collecting on your back.

“G-gonna—” you shudder, thighs locking up around his head as the coil tightens, the sweet taste of bliss so close, hyper focused on the way his tongue hooks onto your clit at the right angle.

He moans against your dripping cunt, fingers pinching your inner thigh before you feel one of his fingers prod at your entrance. You gasp, pussy closing around his finger as he sinks it in. Your chest heaves, eyes flying open as you sit up on your elbows to watch him fuck his finger into you and lap at your spread pussy. One of his thick, knuckly fingers is equivalent two of yours, dragging along your ridged folds before he adds another, ensuing a strangled moan from your parted lips.

Your head falls to the side, thighs trembling as he curls his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting that spot inside you just right.

“Ah fuck! Right there,” you cry, weaving a hand through his hair as you jut your hips, tongue pressed into your clit while he adds a third finger, loud squelching on each thrust joining your strained moans.

It washes over you a lot faster, eyes watering as you cum on his tongue, crying out his name, tugging at his hair when he fucks his fingers into you at breakneck speed, thrashing under him.

“You taste so fucking good.”

He places one last kiss on your clit before nipping at the sensitive skin of your thigh, leaving you breathless. You only realize you were drooling when he slides two fingers across your wet cheek and sets it on your tongue, pressing down on it. Your eyes flicker up to meet his, closing your lips around the digits and sucking, bobbing your head as best as you can while you’re still recovering from your high.

Grinning, he tilts his head to kiss you passionately, gripping your chin with his slick fingers as he reaches under you to unhook your bra, tossing it to the side along with his boxer briefs.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunts, kissing down the valley of your breasts as he takes one into his hand, kneading at the flesh to have your pussy aching once again. Hoping he would live up to what he had said earlier. About making you cum.

Because you want it. As much you want him.

He sits back on his heels, cock bobbing against his abs as you admire each other. Goofy smile splitting his face.

His cock is just as pretty as him. Only angrier and redder. You’re salivating.

“I want to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you blurt, fingers climbing up his thigh before you finally wrap a hand around the base of his cock. Watching his face as it contorts into pure bliss when you rub at the tip like you remember seeing before, thumb splitting the tip to gather all his juices and spread it across the veiny shaft.

“Ah,” he chuckles breathlessly, rolling his hips into your hand, “l-let me get a condom. Don’t w-wanna – shit, don’t want any accidents.”

A part of you wonders if Jungkook always keeps condoms in his backpack. Of course, he had obviously done this before. But you still hear yourself ask the question.

He fumbles with the foil packet, “yeah…of course I’ve done this before.”

Yearning flares in your lower belly once again, even if you know it’s going to hurt. But it’s Jungkook, it’ll be okay. And he makes it okay, kissing you sweet and delicately as he lines his cock with your entrance.

He pushes his hips forward and you can’t help but whimper, your entire body tensing up with the sensation of his girthy cock presses into your most sensitive parts.

“Shhh,” he hushes, heated palm smoothing down your head, “it’s okay. I’ll go slow.”

His words are strained, biting his lip so hard as he sinks in further, breath knocked out of your lungs once he’s buried to the hilt. You cling onto his back, nails piercing his skin as you feel a tear roll down your cheek, one he kisses away. There’s no other way to describe it except that you feel full, stuffed, pressure building in your pussy and when you clench around him involuntarily, you feel stretched by his cock.

“Fuck,” he throws his head back, chest rubbing into your boobs as he sinks impossibly close, “you’re so tight. Shit, I’m gonna go slow, okay?”

You nod, shivering at the sudden drop in temperature before the heat kicks in again once he starts to move, unable to stop the pained moans from leaving your lips. He throws the maroon quilt you had abandoned earlier over his back, warmth enveloping you once again as he checks in with you.

“This better? Are you sure you wanna continue?”

The crease between his brows, painfully hard cock stuck inside you prevents you from saying no. However, your own burgeoning desire, the tension growing between you is the only reason. And you wouldn’t stop now.

When Jungkook, the guy you’ve been crushing on since the beginning of high school, is buried deep inside you, kissing you so tenderly, hyperaware of your every sound.

You assure that it’s okay, hooking your legs around him and enduring the pain a little longer, lifting your hips to meet his every thrust once you find feeling in your thighs again. He laughs breathily, holding himself up on his forearms as you watch how his thick cock sinks into your dripping cunt, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly when he grabs your thighs and begins to flex his hips into yours at a faster pace.

“Fuck, finally get to fuck this pussy,” he grits, holding you up so his cock can slide in and out, the sounds of his skin slapping into yours fills the balmy air, “you smell so fucking good, taste so fucking good. I could fuck you all day. FUCK!”

The last fuck comes out more aggressive than the others, hips stalling as he twitches and shivers, his chest and neck a bright red. He buries his face in your neck, and you think it’s over, running a hand down the back of his head a little confused.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, kissing the side of your throat as you feel his cock slip out of your pussy, still throbbing in need, “fuck, you’re just…amazing. I…ugh.”

You laugh, slowly catching up to speed, “it’s okay.”

Muttering to himself, he places several sloppy kisses down your belly, stopping to dip his tongue into your navel. You shiver, mind going hazy when he presses his fingers to your battered cunt.

“It’s not okay,” he grits out, rubbing your sensitive clit in slow circles, “I want you to cum for me, again. Give me another.”

Your fingers twist at the quilt, back arched as he rubs your clit furiously, having you moaning and crying out incoherently before a ringing sound pierces your ears, eyes shut in ecstasy as the sensation hits you once again, cunt fluttering around nothing when you cum for a second time because of him.

He slides in next to you, arm draped around your waist as he kisses you through it, free hand still pressed to your pussy before you twitch with overstimulation, shoving his hand away.

Everything besides you and Jungkook, in this moment, falls away. You seem to lose track of time, enraptured by him as you gaze into each other’s eyes, rubbing your nose against his. The locket sits between your breasts, flushed skin growing hot when he slides a hand up and down your chest, the other drifting over each dip and curve of your body.

You don’t know how long you sit there, tangled in each other. And you’ve never felt such bliss before, a feeling beyond happiness. Engulfed by everything that is Jungkook, your best friend and lover.

He smiles, all dimpled and shy, “that was…”

“Great,” you finish, about to say something else when he cuts you off.

“Do you wanna…go again?”

You answer is an immediate yes, giggling when he presses a kiss to your shoulder and rolls you onto your back, smothering you with his weight once again and his rock-hard cock digging into your belly.

“Maybe I won’t go slow this time,” he beams, sighing when you kiss up the line of his sharp jaw, “and you’ll cum on my cock.”

“Maybe.”

His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, “maybe? Are you challenging me?”

“If that’s what will get you to fuck me the way I want.”

“Hey,” he pouts, “I was being gentle.”

“I know,” you soothe, running a hand down his cheek. Even if you’re still sore from earlier, you’ll have him again, to experience the rush that only he gives. The frenzying lust his eyes alone spark.

A feeling one could confuse with love.

Except you know that it is.

When all you’re secure about, when you attempt to envision your future, is him.

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You on the other hand, are simply a waitress at the restaurant placed in the same five star hotel his bar is at- nothing compared to him. Having simply taken the job to have one, no real goals in your head, you've become quite good at what you do. And for some reason, ever since getting hired a year ago- people constantly think you're screwing the young barkeeper.

While on some lonely nights you do like to daydream yourself underneath his large body, it's not a real fact. Sure, he seems to enjoy your company, and you consider you both friends- but its more of a coworker-friendship than anything, really.

Like those friends you had someone because you went to school together- just to go your separate ways after graduating.

You've got your head on your arms, instead of eating at the break room; food not really your main concern as your headache catches up with you. "You should at least pretend to eat something before your boyfriend comes around." Says Mina, another waitress sitting across from you at the table. You simply groan; already used to their teasing about you and Jungkook. "Well, I warned you.." She chuckles, before you hear some steps, familiar keys jingling- always hanging on a chain attached to his black cargo pants, so he doesn't loose them.

At first, nothing really happens; you hear some plates, him moving around to get himself some lunch, you assume. You don't move until he sits next to you; his familiar cologne by now something that is enough for you to know its him. He's a guy that likes to take care of himself, to be his best, as he says- and its something you're not used to, especially considering you're both almost the same age. Guys your age typically showered with deodorant and wore the same clothes seemingly every day- not really too concerned about how they presented themselves.

"Wen't to bed late?" He chuckles after a moment, and you don't answer, until he gently taps your arm. "Don't sleep here shorty. This isn't your bedroom." He scolds with humor in his tone, making you reluctantly sit up. He takes another bite of his food before he furrows his brows at you; scanning your face it seems, for anything unusual. "You okay? You don't look too good." He comments, and you shrug.

"My pain meds I took earlier should kick in soon, I'll be fine." You say, stomach growling as you let your head fall back.

"You gotta eat something though. Taking meds on an empty stomach is a no-go." He says, continuing to eat as you just shake your head.

"No way." You say. "I'm just gonna finish my shift- its just an hour left anyways." You say, checking the large clock above the kitchen entrance nearby.

"Eat when you're home then. I don't like you skipping meals." He scolds between bites, before he looks at you. "And drink something. Your headache probably stems from your lack of hydration too, shorty." He chuckles, as you get up with your eyes rolling. "Hey, don't roll your eyes at me young lady!" He calls after you, making some coworkers chuckle as your cheeks darken a little at his remark.

"I'm literally a year younger, dumbass!"

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Jungkook doesn't get to see you off-work very often

You're a very private person, and he respects that- and maybe the fact that you don't openly swoon after him, but give him little bits of affection and tiny hints of your own interest in him, is what makes him so interested in you. You don't share too much about yourself - not because you like to seem secretive, but because you genuinely don't trust easily. So when he gets a call from you, while he knows you're both on a day off - he's suspicious to say the least.

"Jungkookie!" You sing into your phone, giggling a little to yourself. "Fuck, I didn't mean to call you.. uh.. How do I hang up.." You mumble, and he can hear people and glasses in the background - alarming him of your whereabouts.

"Where are you?" He asks, and you don't seem to hear him, because the call ends straight after. Maybe he should leave it at that - but he can't, not when his mind is already busying itself making up the worst scenarios it can imagine. He calls you again, two times failing- before you pick up again, background quieter. "Where are you?!" He presses again, already standing up to get his keys from the small table near his front door.

"I said I'm sorry for calling- you.!" You whine. "No need to be mad." You say, and he can hear some traffic around you.

"I'm not mad, I just want to pick you up and bring you home, okay?" He asks, and you don't answer for a moment.

"I can.. call a cab or something.." You say, and he sighs.

"You can, I'm sure you can." He reassures you, knowing you're probably hyperemotional due to the alcohol in your system. You're already someone who takes criticism quite seriously - always feeling the need to prove yourself to others. "I just want to make sure you get home alright." He says, and after a moment, you answer him again.

"You're soo dreamy." You laugh to yourself, making him chuckle a little on the other side of the line. "Alright prince charming, I'm near the train station close to the hotel.. and I'm cold." You complain, and he smiles to himself as he gets into his car.

"Should've brought a thicker jacket." He says, starting to drive after connecting his phone to his car. "Or are you out in a skirt when its like what? ten degrees?" He asks, and you whine.

"I gotta look good!" You complain. "Just pick me up- wait, are you driving and talking to me?! Thats so dangerous-!" You start, and he instantly reassures you.

"Don't worry, I got you on loudspeaker." He says. "Hands-free calling." You laugh at that a little.

"Jungkook?" You wonder after a moment, making him hum a reply. "Do you think people will think I'm homeless if I fall asleep here?" You wonder, and he sighs, though he can't help but be amused.

"Probably not, you look too good to be homeless, shorty." He teases. "But please don't, I'm almost there."

"Oooh, you think I look good!" You say cheerfully.

"I always think you look good." He says, unable to see the way you smile at his compliment. Your drunken mind probably won't remember this conversation tomorrow at all- but for now, you enjoy the interaction for what its worth. "Did I make you feel otherwise?" He wonders.

"Dunno." You say. "You treat me like.. I don't know. Like a friend you kind of have to have, you know? Because we work together and stuff." You try and explain, and he clicks his tongue as he starts to look out for wherever you're sitting.

"Nah." He replies. "I'm your friend because I want to be." He says, spotting you sitting on some steps, his headlights illuminating your tired figure. If you weren't in the situation you were right now, he'd admire the way your legs looked in those sheer stockings - skirt hugging your thighs just right. You're much prettier than you thought. "Now get in." He chuckles, as you end the call, getting up to get into the passenger seat. You smell like alcohol and faint cigarette smoke- and he's a little concerned when he thinks about the fact that you went out alone. "Why were you out by yourself, anyway?" He wonders, and you shrug.

"Wanted to." You say, leaning against the door as you look out the window. Even his car smells nice, you think. "Was supposed to meet someone here. A date." You mumbled, the sadness over the entire situation catching up to you now. "Never showed up."

"Asshole." He mutters under his own breath. "You still live in the same apartment building?" He asks, and you nod. "Alright. Listen, I know you think I'm saying this out of politeness but believe me when I say he's not worth it anyway." He tries to console you, but you just shrug.

"I'm just everyone's little sister I guess." You complain to yourself. "I'll just wait for someone to be interested.Take what I can get." You chuckle a little, closing your eyes as Jungkook shakes his head.

"You're certainly not a little sister in my eyes." He tells you, killing the engine of his car before he turns towards you. The faint glow of his interior lights reflecting on his piercings and jewelry he wears- and only now do you notice how casual he looks. Just a simple black shirt and ripped jeans- and yet he still looks like a movie-star.

"So you'd screw me?" You burst out shamelessly, drunken mind unable to filter thoughts from words it seems. "And not like, you know, pity-sex. I'm talking real here." You say, holding up a finger menacingly as if to threaten.

he cant help but bite his lip, unable to keep himself from laughing at your bluntness. "I'd certainly rearrange your guts daily if you'd let me." He half-jokes, leaning over to you until he's only a breath away from your lips. "And I'd even cook you breakfast the morning after." He purrs out, and you're sure he's just about to kiss you-

when your seatbelt clicks, unlocking and snapping back at your side, freeing you from both the closeness of him and the safety of the device.

"Let's get you into bed." He simply says, before he brings you up to your front door, declining any invitation and money you offer him with a smile.

----

"I'm sick." You say over the phone, making him hum in amusement as he prepares the shift later on. Your head may have cleared up- but you clearly weren't graced with some good post-drunken amnesia as far as he could tell. You seemed to be very much alive and kicking- and remembering well what had happened the night prior.

"Is that so?" He asks, putting down the glass he'd cleaned to hold onto his phone again which he had tucked between his shoulder and ear. "You don't sound sick." He accuses, and you cough rather pitifully into the phone on the other end.

"Nop. I'm really sick. Probably caught something yesterday." You laugh a little uneasy, trying your best to get yourself out of this. You've completely forgotten that the restaurant is closed today- leaving you to work under his watch instead to attend to his guests in the bar he runs.

"Hmhm." He hums. "I'll see you at 6 sharp, darling." He teases, and you whipe your face on the other end, replying with simply a noise he can only assume was affirmative. "Words." He now asks a bit more sternly, making you talk despite the shame.

"I said alright." You tell him, and he smiles to himself.

"Good." He says, before he turns to return to his work. "Oh and, one more thing;" He starts, grinning impishly to himself. "I'll pick you up myself if I don't see you here." He threatens.

"I'll be there." You hurry instead, hanging up the phone too quickly to hear him laugh to himself.

----

The shift itself was less awkward than you thought it might be.

It's a calm night, not many guests crowding the bar, anf Jungkook doesn't talk about any of the things that went down the night prior. You're grateful for that- feeling at ease quickly even after everyone was gone, leaving just the two of you in the backroom of the bar.

You're sitting on the metal countertop, watching him lock all the cabinets containing the expensive assortment of alcohol he has, waiting up on him like you always do when you finish a shift together. "Who gives cocktails their names, by the way?" You wonder randomly, as he struggles with one of the locks a little. "Like, do you just come up with something and then name it a random thing?" You ask, and he shrugs, before his arm flexes, shutting the door rather violently to be able to lock it properly.

"Not sure." He tells you. "Can imagine that though, There's some pretty wild names out there for some of the stuff." He chuckles.

"I can imagine." You laugh. "Like, why else would that one cocktail be called 'sex on the beach'?" You giggle, making him smile to himself.

"When I was still in training, my coworkers had that game where you'd come up with a drink right after getting laid, just to call it like 'tongue-shot' or some shit." He laughs. "Mina said you guys did that once too." He says, and you furrow your brows, not remembering that happening. He instead of asking first, unlocks one of the cabinets before he pulls some bottles and ingredients out, a glass placed on the metal countertop as he begins to do something. "You never tried it?" He asks, and you shake your head as you watch his inked arm prepare the colorful cocktail with practiced motions, before his hand places it in front of you with a smirk. "It's called 'lick her right'." He says- and you can't help but notice the way his tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek after saying that.

"Did you come up with that?" You wonder hesitantly, making him laugh a little.

"No, I didn't." He says, as you take a sip of what he'd prepared for you. It's oddly enough your taste- fruity, not too bitter, and it looked pretty as well. "But I very well could've, not gonna lie." He says, making you almost choke.

"Jungkook!" You scold, before laughing with red cheeks.

"What? Not my fault you're vanilla, darling." He assumes, making you pout as you take another sip from the drink.

"Not true. I like strawberry more." You counter, and he smirks as he leans his arms on the countertop you're sitting on.

"Wasn't my question." He retorts.

"I know." You mumble, as he takes the drink away from you, taking a sip for himself. "You're handsome. So it's normal for you to have like.. I don't know. Wild stories." You say, making him scoff.

"And you don't?" He wonders, making you shrug.

"Not really." You tell him. "Mine are only embarrassing." You tell him.

"I'm sure they're not." He says. "Nothing wrong with being vanilla." He tries to reassure.

"Except everything!" You say, leaning back against the tiled wall as he looks at you, taking another sip from the drink you're both sharing. "I wanna have exciting stories too! Sex is always just.. me laying around taking whatever someone gives me, and sorry, but I rather do it myself then. This can't be all there is to it." You huff in frustration, and Jungkook looks at you with eyes deep in thought.

"So, what you're saying is-" He starts, undoing the clasp of his watch that usually sits around his wrist. "-no one has ever eaten you out?" He genuinely seems to wonder, and you shrug, before nodding. "No foreplay? No trying out new positions?" He presses on, as his watch falls from his wrist, placed onto the metal with a distincitve noise as he sets it to the side next to the almost finished cocktail glass. "You gotta be shitting me."

"I'm not." You say. "Someone like you gets 'action'. I get the leftovers. That's just how it is." You say, before he stands in front of you, elbows on your knees- effectively pushing your legs apart a little to stand between them as he leans over a bit, looking at you.

"Someone like you should always get a full course meal." He tells you, scanning your face for any hint of you becoming uncomfortable. "You deserve much more than just action."

"You talk as if you want to screw me right here." you chuckle a bit uneasily, but he doesn't seem to be in a jokin mood anymore.

"I don't." He answers the unasked question, making your stomach drop uncomfortably as you're hit with the harsh truth. Of course.

After all, you're just friends.

"I want to take you out on dates and actually show up." He continues, making you look up at him again in wonder. "I want to be disgustingly cute around our coworkers because everyone needs to know that we're a thing." He goes on, standing to his full height just to step even closer, hands just underneath your ears, holding your face in his palms. "I want to paint your skin with bites and bruises so everybody knows you're mine." He finishes, and you swear you've stopped breathing for a second. "I don't just want to 'screw you'- I want to be with you." He confesses.

"Thats both the most romantic and filthiest thing someone has ever said to me." You tell him, making him laugh as he dips down a little.

"Oh, you've heard nothing yet." He purrs out, before he places a kiss against your lips- soon growing impatient, heated, as he moves his tongue over your bottom lip, uncaring if he's being messy or not. He soon pushes himself forwards; grinding against you before his hands find your thighs, pulling you closer to him on the back of your knees.

It's the first time you touch him so much like this- hands carefully wandering over the black dress-shirt he's wearing, top buttons undone to reveal the delicate chain he always wears, silver metal shining against his skin. Your hands rest over his shoulders- feeling most comfortable there, while his own palms seem to know exactly where they want to go. "I'd love to eat you out right here-" He breathes out, before he finally gains the willpower to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed as he calms down. "But I don't wanna piss off Tae when he comes in here tomorrow to get welcomed by the smell of sex." He jokes, and you cringe a little.

"Let me drive you home." He offers as you jump down the counter. "Or.. I don't know, I never even asked if you, you know-" He scratches the back of his neck, as you walk towards him, placing a kiss onto his lips.

"How about we get takeout, and count that as a date you show up to?" You offer, and he grins.

"Deal.

-----

You don't quite know what he sees in you, but it must be one hell of a view, considering how eagerly he works his tongue down between your legs, his hold firm on your thighs as the rest of them lay over his shoulders.

He's got a lot more tattooes than you would've thought he had- body art covering his entire arm and shoulder, decorating his skin in swirls and delicate lines. His gaze is sensual as he keeps his eyes on you; focused on your reaction, relishing in the way you're just so sensitive to his every move.

He can't believe that you've been stood up by anyone before- convinced whoever just rushed over you and called it a day must've been completely blind not to see the way you squirm underneath his grip. You're sin impersonated- sounding so sweet as he sucks and swallows while his tongue draws every pattern he could think of over your delicate pearl.

You deserve this, and so much more.

He parts for a second so lick his lips, not one but two of his inked fingers entering you to prepare you for what's to come. He's already hard in his pants, but he can't concentrate on that at the moment as he dives back in, tongue flat on your clot before he kitten-licks with impish eyes- loving and relishing in the sounds you're making. You're so funding pretty.

And while he knows you don't see that yet, he'll make sure you do in the future. You've got time after all- and he makes sure you know that, as he crawls back over you after you've come undone the first time underneath his antics. "Don't get tired yet." He teases, as he slowly crawls upwards to lean over you again, placing kisses onto your skin on his way up. Getting out of his pants with one hand and the help of his legs, he can't help but place lis lips back onto yours; already more than just infatuated with you.

He's had enough time to slowly fall in love with you, after all.

It's like a silly crush he'd developed over the course of time he'd worked with you- secretly always hoping you'd one day end up together, turning all those jokes into a reality. Right now, one of the most popular jokes definitely becomes a reality, as he wraps the condom over his length, his own heart beating faster already as he takes in the view of your body in his bed, legs he'd had thrown over his shoulders minutes ago now impatiently moving, open and inviting. "you're so fucking pretty." he chuckles out, before he leans over you to catch your lips again. Your mind is basically blank; you've chosen to worth about the aftermath of all of this after it's happened.

you've never felt so wanted before, and you don't want this feeling to end just yet.

"fucking hell you feel so perfect." he praises, and you're not sure if he's purely referring to the way he feels as he pushes his cock inside- or if he meant to describe what his hands feel as they constantly move over your skin. It feels as if he just can't stop touching you, his palms running over your body before they find your bare chest, fingers playfully toying with your sensitive nipples. "feel good?" he asks out of breath, and all you can do is nod as he begins to put more strength into his thrusts. "I really meant it." he says, tongue toying with his lip ring for a second before his hand moves to lift your leg at a slight angle- making you arch your back in response, a moan escaping you. "there, see? You should always feel like that. Look at you, so pretty, fuck..!" he chuckles, taken off guard for a second when you clench around him.

When he'd met you, got closer to you, he'd been one hundred percent sure that you were in a relationship. In his eyes, there was just no way you'd be single.

But right now, he's happy you weren't.

While you've not talked about that part of this whole ordeal, he knows he wants to be that person at your side. He doesn't just want this moment- he wants all of it, all of you.

Even more than he has right now.

"I hope you know-" he starts, as he leans back, still moving his hips as his hands grip your thighs. "-I'm going easy on you since it's our first time." he chuckle, when your legs suddenly start to tremble, core clenching around him as he groans at the feeling. He let's you ride it out before he pulls out, removing the condom to bring himself to his own release; strings of it now decorating your lower abdomen as he tries to catch his breath. "fuck " he starts laughing, before he gets up to discard the condom still in his hand. "I should've asked first before doing that, sorry." he chuckles, walking up to you before he reaches for his bedside table, getting some tissues to clean you up.

"it's fine." you mumble, as he continues to clean you up. "I'll go wash up soon, don't worry-" you mumble, sitting up- while Jungkook, now dressed in his boxers again, sits down on the bed before he fixes your hair a little.

"don't worry, I'll change the sheets while you do your thing." he says. "you want me to open the windows? Or do you like to sleep warm?" he wonders, getting up to open his closet to get sheets, you assume.

"I- at home I open the windows, why do you ask?" you wonder, making him turn around a bit confused.

"I- wait, do you want to go home?" he asks, and you just shrug.

"I mean- I don't.. Am I not supposed to? This is your place after all-" you explain, making him turn more serious as he walks towards you again, pressing a kiss against your lips.

"This.. I don't want this to be a one-time thing." he tells you. "I meant it when I said that I want to be with you. Go on dates, all that shit. I want you." he makes sure, and you become shy again.

"okay.." you say, gaze lowering but unable to stay there as you look straight at his toned body, prominent V-line reminding you of what you'd fleetingly seen just moment ago.

"are you getting shy on me now?" he chuckles, making you whine as you smack his shoulder.

And he laughs, because he's finally got you.

You won't lie, you always wondered what Jungkook would be like if he was rougher in bed. He's much more into vanilla sex, and you have absolutely no complaints about it. Zero. Sex with him is always good, and you love the slow, steamy kinda thing.

But.

You don't know what came over to him, you're sure you never let it out of your mouth. Jungkook simply came home after a concert, and with no further explanation dragged you to his room and proceeded to make almost every single little dirty desire you've been having the past weeks come true.

It started with his fingers. The tattooed ones. Two plugged into you with so much ease it felt like he used a whole bottle of lube. Well, he actually used it later to eat you out. It tastes like grapes and is one of his greatest purchases. Jungkook is used to fingering and eating you out, but this time... The way he didn't take his fingers away even if you were scooping up in bed, or how he spitted on your pussy like it wasn't wet enough — it's simply not a Jungkook thing. Then, after you cummed so hard you felt your throat starting to get sore from the screeches of pleasure, he took you from behind, edging you to the point of tears, marking your skin, tattooing it as his. Your hair was a mess in his large, rough hands, and every time he increased the pressure, your pussy spasmed around him.

Truly, he stopped sometimes to ask if it was okay. "I can take it. Fuck that pussy open," was your response. And so he did.

Burning like fire and tingling everywhere — if you have to describe what you're feeling for hours now, this would be the perfect description. Your poor knees and thighs are already sore from riding this man for god knows how long, but you can't stop. Every time you go up leaving only his tip inside, you can't resist coming back down until you feel him in your gut. Fuck. Is this why people are obsessed with rough sex? You can understand why.

"Kook," you whine, voice so thin and small you sound like a helpless woman. "I c-can't..."

Jungkook only forces his digits on your jaw. "You can and you will. Don't you dare stop now that you're almost there."

You take his words and use the back of the couch as leverage, knuckles white from the pressure of your fingers, but you don't stop. Slower, on a sensual and rough grinding, but you keep going. He's right anyway. Your trembling legs are trying desperately to close around his thick thighs to no avail. Jungkook, however, looks peaceful like he's just lounging on a random episode of In The Soop. That fucker. Meanwhile, you're fighting for your life against his dick. How can he last so long?! You lost count of the times you came and you're so sore you can imagine all the struggle to walk for the next days, and he just cummed once.

"Baby. Oh my god." Almost yanking the couch's back cushions, your whole body trembles in the arrival of your nth orgasm. The first reaction you have is trying to raise from his dick and press your clit to intensify the sensation. To breath some air for god's sake. But Jungkook has different ideas, simply holding your hip and forcing you back down on his cock, unmoving, making you soundly choke like it's on your mouth. With your clit now pressing against his hip, you have nowhere to put your hands, and they glide against his body with ease in search of some consolation because this is wrecking you. Your poor body is curling like a ball in his arms, brain shutting down like an overloaded windows 97.

Sweat is everywhere, you look like you both just came out of a boiling shower. Jungkook is gorgeous, a living sculpture crafted by gods — but now, fuck... His eyebrows, big nose, jawline, neck, chest, hips, thighs... No part of him isn't stimulating you in some kind of way right now.

"Stay still."

"Jungkook..." A pleading for mercy.

"Stay. Still. I wanna feel you clench around me. Fuck. How can you get so tight?"

You don't know how long it takes for your high sensation to subside, but when it does, you're hyper-aware of his thick cock still buried inside of you. Breathing like you've been underwater all this time, you whine weakly when he moves to trace his nose through the length of your sweaty neck, dick moving slightly.

Jungkook suddenly manhandles you to lay on the couch, and your legs try desperately to close because you know what that means. You're still sensitive and puffy. You can hear your poor pussy screaming at you Woman Give Me A Break For God's Sake. But Jungkook buries himself even deeper, making you choke a moan again.

"B-baby! What happened to you?! Oh my god!"

"Don't you like it?"

You take in his figure above you, glistening, hard, smelling like sex, and like Jungkook (you can't explain it but it's your favorite smell). His tattoos look like contemporary paintings, and you want to kiss them. Want him to take you from behind while choking you with that tattooed hand. Want to suck that goddamn silver ring on his lip.

One minute he was talking about the Illuminati, the next aliens, and for some reason, the boy always ended up on the president. He was ridiculous and hard to follow but at least you ended up asleep. But tonight Hoseok had gone out with some of his many friends and now the only reminder you had of him was the lingering scent of weed that always found its way into your room.

You hated to say it and would probably never admit it to him in a million years but you missed Hoseok. You missed his presence, annoying laugh, inconsistent theories, and a terrible habit of never obeying personal space.

Rolling over in bed and grabbing your phone, you did something you never thought you’d do.

You sent Hoseok a text asking when he was coming back accompanied by a sad face emoji. After that, you backed out of Hoseok’s text messages and despite it being twelve o’clock at night you sent your mother a text asking what she was doing.

She was most likely not going to respond at this time of night but it was at least worth a try. Anything was better than just lying in this dark silent dorm waiting for a good night’s sleep that obviously wasn’t coming. You waited a few moments with your phone on your chest silently praying that either of them would answer taking you out of this misery but when they didn’t you defeatedly unlocked your phone again and went to Twitter.

Hopefully, you’d at least come across some good memes or drama. Maybe someone would even be getting canceled.

You didn’t though. When you opened Twitter you didn’t see any memes, drama, or celebrities getting canceled. Instead, the first thing that popped up on your timeline was a tweet from Kim Namjoon. He was one of Hoseok’s best friends.

The tweet read: “Nothing better than my bro’s!” and under it was a picture of Namjoon, his friend Yoongi on the left side, and of course Hoseok dead smack in the middle. You rolled your eyes. Judging by the faded look in Hoseok’s eye and bottle in his hand it meant that he wasn’t coming back anytime soon.

Curse Hoseok and his social butterflyness!

He always had friends by his side, always had something to do, somewhere to be, and you envied him for that. Hoseok was loved, admired, and wanted by so many different people. In layman's terms, Hoseok belonged. The older boy fitted in, he was the exact mold for a twenty-three-year-old college boy, and you wanted some resemblance of that so bad. You wanted to fit in, be the perfect shape for the mold, but all you did was stand out like a sore thumb.

You were quiet and a little meek.

No matter how much you wanted to put yourself out there and be more outgoing you just couldn’t. You were always in your mind, wondering what others were thinking about you, and while you wished you could stop you couldn’t.

The only thing you had ever done with a little bit of disregard of what others may think was a month ago when you’d gone and got your hair dyed pale pink and even then once you made it back to campus you were still a bit nervous of what the other students thought.

Namjoon was the one who made you calm down a little. When you got back to the apartment, he was already there, lying on the couch and when you walked in he gave you a slow glance over saying your hair was nice before turning his attention back to his phone.

Letting out an exasperated sigh you locked your phone again, throwing it to the side, and flopped back onto the bed. You were bored, friendless, and from the looks of it, you were going to be like that forever.

You still weren’t sleepy but there wasn’t anything else to do. Twitter was teasing your loneliness, you didn’t want to watch T.V, and for once all of your assignments were up to date.

You deeply regretted not taking Hoseok up on his offer to tag along. Rolling over onto your side you forced your eyes back closed again.

Maybe this time when you closed your eyes your imagination would take over. You’d have friends, be happy, and just be anything but you. You could be like Hoseok. Yeah, Hoseok was the perfect person to aspire to be like.

The sound of the dorm bell ringing filled the room. At first, you ignore it, thinking that it was just you being hopeful that Hoseok had come back. But then it happened again, and as you got closer to the door it was followed by heavy knocking and then a “Y/n open the door.”

Hoseok must’ve left or lost his key. It wouldn’t be the first time.

If anyone could’ve seen how excited you were as you made your way to the door you would’ve definitely been a little embarrassed but right now you didn’t care. Hoseok was back. Your roommate had come to save you from your misery! Excitedly swinging open the door you expected to see Hoseok on the other end of the threshold but much to your surprise, it wasn’t.

You felt your stomach lurch. Suddenly your hands were sweaty and your heart was beating at the speed of light. Despite them being on the same campus you hadn’t seen him since last semester. It had been four months, seven days, and six hours, but who was keeping count? Definitely not you.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to let me in?” Jungkook asked.

The boy was leaning against the doorframe and as usual, when he greeted you he had an uninterested look on his face. His hair had gotten longer since the last time you had seen him and now the tips covered the tops of his eyes. He looked good. Really good.

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea,” You mumbled. Your eyes focused on your feet as your toes nervously wiggled their way into the fluffy light blue rug that was in front of the door.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look up despite constantly telling yourself that Jungkook had no effect on you now, you knew that if you looked into his intense brown eyes your heart would be in a world of trouble. So instead you looked down at your feet and watched your toes. Just like the rug was swallowing up them, you wanted it to swallow your whole body.

“Why is that?”

Jungkook was probably cocking his eyebrows. He usually did that when asking a smart-mouthed question.

“B-because-” You started but before you could get the rest of your sentence out Jungkook had already pushed the door open and made his way in.

You stood there for a moment with the open door still in your hand. You didn’t want to turn around, you didn’t want Jungkook here, you didn’t want to be here with Jungkook but as much as you had every urge to, you couldn’t just leave. This was your apartment.

When you finally did turn around and close the door Jungkook had already made himself comfortable on the couch. He’d taken off his shoes and was leaning back on the fluffed pillows with his hands behind his head. He was in the same position he’d been in when you’d made that one fatal mistake. Or at least that’s how you pictured him to be. Jungkook was never one to let you face him.

“I like your new hair. Very pretty. Suits you well.”Jungkook complimented. You felt your heart lurch again and you hated it. After all these months, why did Jungkook still have this effect on you?

“You’re not going to say thank you.” He tsked. “You’ve changed into quite the rude girl y/n.”

“What do you want?”

“I came to see my friend. Is a man not allowed to do that?”

You rolled your eyes.

Unlike the last time when Jungkook called you ‘buddy’, you weren't crying. Now all you felt was annoyance and anger. You weren’t buddies or friends. ‘Friends’ didn’t do the things you had, didn’t touch each other the way they did, didn’t talk the way they once had.

“We’re not friends, Jungkook .”

“Ouch,” Jungkook feigned a wince. “Is that why you don’t talk to me anymore?”

That wasn’t why you didn’t talk to him. The reason why the two of you didn’t talk anymore was because Jungkook didn’t want you to. He’d never outwardly stated it but he didn’t need to. His actions were way louder than his words could ever be.

“You were avoiding me. You didn’t want us to talk.”

“That’s not true,” Jungkook said.

Well, he more so chuckled it. Everything was always such a joke to him, and when they first met that was what you had found so entrancing about him. Jungkook was always so carefree, unphased. But just about now you just wanted to smack the smirk right off of his face.

Jungkook wasn’t allowed to ignore and treat you like dirt for months then try to act like nothing ever happened. Like he didn’t do anything, when in fact he’d done everything. You thought you’d experienced it all. That you’d gone through every emotional trauma that a boy could bring but god had Jungkook done a number on you. A number that left you feeling crushed in ways you had never felt before.

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it isn’t.

“Yes, it is.”

“No-”

“Yes, it is! It is true and you know it’s true!”

You stopped, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. The rage was bubbling up inside, for so many different reasons, and it felt like you were about to burst. Not only because of Jungkook, but it seemed like all the built-up, repressed anger from being disrespected and hurt but so many other “Jungkook’s” was suddenly coming back to the surface.

Why were you the one? Why were you always the one people wanted to experiment with then throw away? What was wrong with you? Why were you always someone’s plaything? Didn’t you deserve genuine real love? Or at least a mutual interest that didn’t stop at something sexual.

“Y/n,” Jungkook spoke softly.

No longer leaning against the pillow, Jungkook was sitting up looking at you with what seemed to be truly concerned eyes. But you knew the truth and Jungkook was good at pretending.

This time you wouldn’t fall for it though.

“No, Jungkook, you listen,” You muttered, your voice wavering a bit. There was a knot in your throat and hot tears pricking at the sides of your eyes. This wasn’t the time for tears. This was the time for you to stand up for yourself. You needed to. You wouldn't allow yourself to be hurt anymore. There would be no other Jungkook’s. No one else would get the chance to use you. “You used me. That’s true. You’ve been avoiding me. That’s another truth.” You paused. “….I thought you cared about me but you don’t. You never did. You’re a liar, Jungkook .”

“Y/n. Come on. You know you don’t mean that.”

“You’re a liar, Jungkook! And you need to leave.”

“Y/-”

“Get out!” Jungkook flinched. “What don’t you understand? I don’t want you here.” The last part came out softly. “You can’t be here.”

“Y/n, baby,”

There was that word. It was such a basic pet name but it made you want to melt. It made you want to fall back into Jungkook’s arms, pressing your lips onto his, along with his body. God, why were you so easily pleased?

Jungkook was off the couch and now moving towards you. His steps were slow and cautious. Every step he took forward you took another one back but the room was small and soon enough you bumped into the wall halting you from moving any further back.

“I’m not a liar. Baby, I never lied to you.”

“You did.” You muttered softly.

“I didn’t.”

“Yes, you di-,”

“I didn’t,” Jungkook repeated sternly. His hands came up pushing a piece of the pink curls that’d fallen forward back. “I care about you Y/n and you know I do. How could you even say something like that?”

Even though you know he is manipulating you, somehow making this your fault as he would usually do but for some reason, despite knowing this you still allow for it to work.

“You left me. And then you pretended like nothing ever happened.”

You sound so pathetic.

“I know. I know, baby, and I’m sorry. But I’m here now….How long will Hoseok be out?”

“You have to go. I don’t want you here.”

“We both know that’s not true.”

“Get ou-”

Jungkook’s lips come crashing down onto yours to your surprise. You try to fight it. Gently pushing at his chest in faux disapproval but after a few attempts you quickly give in. Instead of pushing your fist were now wrapped into his shirt, pulling Jungkook even closer. Jungkook’s hands come down gripping at your thighs pulling your legs up and wrapping them around his waist carrying you down the hall to your room.

Your body collided harshly with the soft bed. Within seconds Jungkook quickly climbed on top of you, pinning both of your arms down as he leaned down pressing his lips onto yours again. His kisses were rough, intoxicating, and left you with little to no time to catch your breath as the man on top of you bit and tugged at your bottom lip. Having no other choice you gave into Jungkook’s rough touch. Relishing in the feeling of his hands moving from your wrists, trailing down to your stomach, then to the waistband of your basketball shorts.

You squirmed, heart beginning to beat at new speeds as you watched Jungkook, how his arms flexed and the focus on his face as his fingers dipped into your underwear trailing his finger over your clit. You shivered at the contact letting out a soft moan as Jungkook began to rub it. The two of you had barely even done anything but you could already feel yourself starting to slip. Those last few minutes where you’d been yelling at Jungkook, telling him to get out of had seemingly passed leaving the two of you back in your normal routine of Jungkook being in control and you taking whatever that was given

“Fuck,” Jungkook swore. “Look at you. As usual, you’re already so fucking wet. Weren’t you just saying how you wanted me to leave? You want me to leave Y/n? Do you want me to stop?”

No you didn’t. You never did.

“Do you want me to fucking stop?” Jungkook repeated.

His other free hand comes up now grasping your face, forcing you to make eye contact. His blunt nails dig into your face. You swallow hard, shaking your head as you stared deep into Jungkook’s dark eyes that were filled with anger and lust.

“That’s what I thought.” He let go of your face. “You bitch and you complain but you want me. You need me, right?” You nodded your head.

Jungkook let out a groan, leaning down pressing his lips back onto yours. His hand slipped out of your panties and gripped onto your hips pushing your bodies together. “I know you need me.” He mumbles. Your eyes meet once again but this time instead of seeing the angry lust-driven ones you’d seen moments ago there was something different. Jungkook’s eyes were watery and soft. “ I need y-”

You waited eagerly with wide eyes for the last word to come out but much to your disappointment it never did. But what really could you expect? Even if Jungkook did feel something for you, he’d never admit it. He didn’t even want to acknowledge you half the time unless the two of you were alone or in the bedroom.

“Get on your stomach.”

Instead of listening to him, you did something different. Leaning up you kissed him once more, slipping your tongue in between his lips exploring the inside of his mouth with your pink muscle. Jungkook froze for a brief second but then melted into the kiss. He moaned, actually moaned, gripping tightly onto your hair as he began to lose himself.

You began to lose yourself too. Jungkook’s touch, the heat that emanated from their bodies, it all felt unreal. Yeah, you’d kissed plenty of times before but right now it felt different. Like all the words the two of you wanted to say but couldn’t was being translated through the kiss. It was amazing, beautiful, but sad at the same time. When the kiss broke, your lips grazed against each other, breathing deeply together as you tried to catch your breaths.

“Turn on your stomach,” Jungkook commanded softly. “Let me fuck you, baby.”

Without any complaints, you rolled onto your stomach pushing your ass into the air. You shivered, closing your eyes as you felt Jungkook pull down your shorts and underwear exposing your bare bottom to the cool air.

“You're the best you know?” Jungkook pressed the tip of his index finger against your cunt, making a deep shiver shoot up your spine. “Always so tight. So good. Allowing me to fuck you however I want. My good girl”

“Kookie,” You whimpered, unintentionally arching your back and pushing yourself onto Jungkook’s finger. Jungkook let out a deep chuckle digging his fingers into the tender flesh, spreading your cheeks.

“Look at you so eager to take me.”

Jungkook’s tongue laid flat against your pussy. You whined loudly, fingers tightly curling around your fluffy teal blanket as Jungkook worked his tongue against your clit. The more he moved, the needier you became, whimpering and begging for him to touch, fuck, and to use you. The words shamelessly rolled out your mouth, as your eyes filled with tears, teeth clamped around your bedding.

When Jungkook pulled away you let out a loud whine. You wanted and craved his touchback on your body. That’s why when you felt Jungkook’s finger graze against your neck you let out an audible sigh of relief.

The next thing you expected to feel was one of Jungkook’s fingers pushing back into you but instead, you felt something much thicker pressing against you.

“Even after all these times, you’re still so tight. You can take me right, baby?” Even though you knew you probably needed more prep so you could take Jungkook’s cock without too much pain, you still nodded your head. The thought of Jungkook fucking you open only turned you on more. You wanted to endure the deep burn and constant stretch that would hopefully last days after reminding you of this night after the morning came and Jungkook inevitably left you again.

With that Jungkook pushed his cock into your pussy making the tears that had already filled your eyes trickle down your face. Even though your cunt was drenched the more Jungkook pushed his huge cock the more it hurt making you wince and clench tightly around him. By the time Jungkook bottomed out you let go of any resemblance of sanity and composure you had, letting out a choked-out sob and gasp.

“Muh-muh-more puh-please,” You had turned into a mess, a whimpering mess, openly crying and whining. You were sure if the people who lived next door to you were home they’d be able to clearly hear you yell out. “More puh-lease- daddy.”

Jungkook loudly groaned, pulling himself out and slamming back in, making your legs shake violently in the process. The sounds of skin slapping and moans bounced off the walls filling the room. Everything burned, hurt, but it also felt so good. It felt so fucking amazing and you felt yourself lose it. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and fell to the bed no longer able to hold yourself up. Each thrust made you scream out, filling the space with profanities, begs, and Jungkook’s name.

“That’s right. You always take my cock so well.” Jungkook mumbled, pushing himself fast and deeper. You felt your body going numb, your release getting closer with each movement. “Duh-daddy’s good girl. You’re such a good girl.”

You sobbed. You weren't sure if it was because of the pleasure or the lies Jungkook was whispering into your ear. How could you be his good girl when he barely ever even acknowledged you in his daily life? You weren’t Jungkook’s good girl, you were his good whore, something for him to fuck when he wanted and toss away when he didn’t.

“You’re the only one for me, baby. The only one.”

Your entire body began to shake from pleasure, your orgasm hitting you hard. You felt so numb, so weak like you’d just about faint.

“Oh fuck baby. Oh, fu-”

Jungkook’s words were cut off when he also came, emptying himself inside of you, hips stuttering in an unchoreographed rhythm. You could barely breathe, You were completely wrecked, the only thing keeping you halfway awake was the feeling of Jungkook’s hot breath fanning against your neck.

When the man on top of you pulled out, you felt his cum begin to seep out of your cunt and trickle down your thighs. With long, deep breaths you laid there watching as Jungkook hastily tucked his glistening cock back into his boxers, pulling back up his basketball shorts. That was quick. At least usually he had the decency to help you clean up and mumble sweet nothings. Maybe even fuck you a few more times. You knew your place but it still didn’t stop the hurt that began to sneakily creep up into your chest.

Suddenly you felt gross. How pathetic were you? Jungkook had only come to get his dick wet not because he was actually sorry or even wanted to see you.

“The least you can do is hand me the baby wipes,” You say. Without a word, Jungkook walked over to the small dresser already knowing where to find the supplies, and grabbed them bringing them back over to you. When Jungkook handed you the wipes he couldn’t even look at you, his eyes instead stayed on the wooden tiles, studying them as if they held any actual interest.

If he was trying to come up with an excuse to cut out you would save him the trouble.

“There isn’t any need to start any small talk. Let’s just cut to the part of the schedule where you leave, yeah?”

“Y/n-”

“Jungkook, leave! I know you want to. Just do it. Just go.” The last word barely made their way out before they caught in your throat and the tears began to roll down your cheeks.

No matter how much you told yourself that you were used to this, that you’d find a way to be okay, deep down you weren’t.

Not this time at least. Not with Jungkook. Usually, when there were other boys you never got your emotions mixed into it. You already knew whenever you started with them that it would just be about sex, strictly pleasure, but with Jungkook it had begun differently.

You’d met because he needed a tutor, then the two of you progressed into being friends, and finally, one night, when you’d been in your room smoking Hoseok’s ‘good weed’ Jungkook out of the blue kissed you. You were so confused. Of course, you liked Jungkook and had ever since the first day you’d gotten assigned as his tutor but Jungkook himself had never once given off any hints of being interested in you. That was the first night the two of you fucked and afterward even snuggled while Jungkook repeatedly told you how you were the best he’d ever had. Out of all the girls Jungkook had been with, you were the best. You foolishly believed him too, relished in it, tricked yourself that this would possibly lead to something more … until the next morning came.

You woke up in your bed alone but you didn’t think much of it. Jungkook had morning classes so it was no big deal. It only became somewhat of a big deal when Jungkook wouldn’t respond to any of your messages and when he did it was brief. But of course, you being your naive self didn’t let it hurt you too much. Like a fool, you believed whatever excuse Jungkook would make for himself when he wouldn’t respond or skipped out on lessons. You ignored it as much as you could until two weeks later you ran into him and Jungkook quickly high-tailed in the other direction to avoid you.

Did that stop you from falling back for his sweet talk the next week when he showed up at your door? No. Of course, it didn’t.

“I’m not leaving Y/n,” Jungkook says. “You can tell me to leave all you want but I’m not.”

“Just get out!”

Jungkook sighs. “Rollback over.”

“Get ou-”

“I said to roll back over.” He reaches over grasping your hip before pushing you back onto your belly. Jungkook opens up the baby wipes and begins to wipe down your inner thighs.

You knew you should’ve pushed Jungkook off of you and demanded he leaves your apartment but instead, you just laid there. It was sad, you were sad. The way you just laid there relishing under his touch. Why were you like this?

“Are you crying?”

“no.”

“Let me see.”

You shook your head.

“Y/n,”

“no.”

Of course, he didn’t respect your wishes. Just like time and time before Jungkook grabbed your cheeks forcing you to look him in the eyes. Once he saw the tears flowing down your face, Jungkook’s own softened a sorry look coming across it.

You pulled away. You didn’t need his pity. He was probably faking anyway. Jungkook was a world-class liar.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Yes. Yes, he had in many different ways.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Doing what?”

“This! Why do you keep putting me through this?”

Jungkook changes the subject. “Let’s just lay down. You're tired.”

“Jungkook-”

“Lay down.” As usual, you listen and lay against the pillow, Jungkook crawls next to you.

For a while, the two of you just stare at each other. You're still crying while Jungkook brushes them away softly asking you to stop.

“What time will Hoseok be back?”

“I don’t know...Why? Are you ready to leave?”

“I missed you.” Jungkook changes again.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did. I did!”

“Then why do you always ignore me?” You ask.

“I’m an asshole.” He confesses.

“You are.” You agree.

“Ouch.”

The two of you laugh.

“Did you miss me?”

You stay quiet for a moment. “Do you really need to ask?”

That stupid smile fills Jungkook’s face. It’s contagious and you can’t help but smile along. He then proceeds to ask him how things have been going. Like word vomit, you instantly answer telling him everything. You naturally fall into a conversation, bantering back and forth and giggling as lovers would. As if nothing bad had happened between you at all.

You wish this would never end, that every day you could wake up with Jungkook next to you, and things could always be just like this.

You want it to not end so bad that even when your eyes threaten to close you force them back open. You needed to bask in this, even if only for one night.

“Go to sleep,” Jungkook says after a while. “I know you're tired. Go to sleep.”

“Will you be here in the morning?” You mumble. You already know the answer. Jungkook doesn’t answer.

“I’m going to sleep… You go to sleep too.” Jungkook lies after a few moments.

He closes his eyes and you do the same.