seven or nothing...

➳Teaser: the first time he sees you (1.7k)

Just give her the fucking NDA so we can go back to partying.

➳Chapter one: when you meet Jeon Jungkook (8.1k)

I didn't expect him to be rude.

➳Chapter two: when your paths cross again (12.4k)

You're not still thinking she'll start rumors?

➳Chapter three: when you go to the same afterparty (12.4k)

I was in love with you as a teenager.

➳Chapter four: when you and Jeon Jungkook clash (11.7k)

Some people just don't get along, and that's okay.

➳Chapter five: when he starts texting you (10.8k)

Goddamn. Jeon Jungkook.

➳Chapter six: when you go to his concert (14.8k)

I just wouldn't get attached if I were you.

➳Chapter seven: when you spend a day with him (10.1k)

So you're not denying it?

➳Chapter eight: when you witness love breaking and blooming (8.5k)

Just friends, huh?

➳Chapter nine: when you find out how hard goodbyes are (13.1k)

What am I doing here then, Jungkook?

➳Chapter ten: when you break (12.9k)

You lied like it was nothing.

➳Chapter eleven: when you wake up (10.3k)

Leave.

➳Chapter twelve: when you let go (12k)

But I promise I will heal, and I really want you to heal, too.

➳Chapter thirteen: when you meet again in Okinawa (15.8k)

Heartbreak is one of the most universal things there is.

➳Chapter fourteen: when you go back to Seoul (15k)

I've been thinking about you a lot.

➳Chapter fifteen: when you give each other a second chance (9.3k)

Love doesn't come without risk, ever.

➳Chapter sixteen: when you love him, and he loves you too (11.2k)

You're the love of my life.

☆☆☆☆☆

The memory of what you were up to a few hours prior only adds to the heat already brimming in the air around you. You didn’t close the curtain, being occupied with ... other things, so now the sun is already illuminating the room and burning in your sleep-ridden retinas.

Groaning, you roll onto your back, covering your eyes with your arm. As you move, you feel a drop of sweat slithering down between your breasts, reminding you that you are in fact undressed and sprawled out on top of the bed sheets. The realization wakes you up fully - you sit up, pulling the blanket up to cover your naked torso, just as the shower turns off.

You only have a short moment to worry about whether Jungkook might regret last night or how he will act now that the literal heat of the moment has worn off, because just when you start to get nervous, he steps out of the bathroom, dripping wet. And stark naked.

You blink up at him like an idiot when he just walks over, no care in the world, not an ounce of shame dampening his carefree demeanor. Your gaze is immediately drawn to his heavy cock swinging between his thighs. It’s definitely not fully soft either. Well, the confidence to strut around with your morning wood on display is somewhat admirable, you can’t deny it as you stare at his crotch, lost in admittedly dirty thoughts that make you clench your thighs. He’s not even cocky about it, which you would forgive because, dear god, he looks like he’s been carved by skilled artful hands.

“Hey,” his amused voice interrupts your sinful musings. “Eyes up here.”

He’s standing right next to the bed, shaking his head and letting droplets of cool water rain down on you as they trickle from his wet hair. You shriek and momentarily forget about holding the duvet to your chest, making it fall down into your lap. Before you can even reach down to grab it, he swings himself over your lap and rolls on to the mattress beside you on his back. With his arms crossed behind his head and his legs outstretched, he rests against the headboard.

Your eyes wander over his body, taking it in inch by inch. How are you supposed to not stare with him just baring it all so nonchalantly? Inevitably, you linger on his cock once again, propped up on this thigh. You are startled when it suddenly twitches, making your eyes snap back up to meet his.

His mouth is pulling into a smirk and he reaches down to his dick to readjust it, letting his hand rest on it after.

“Sorry, I thought about last night in the shower and it got me a bit excited,” he explains his half-hard situation. “You’re incredible.”

Your cheeks heat up with his compliment just as he lifts his hand from his dick up to your face, stroking his thumb across your cheek gently, before letting it wander down to your chest, where he palms one of your breasts, squeezing and toying with your nipple before he retreats. Your torso involuntarily follows his touch, leaning towards him. Jungkook uses the moment to pull you down into a kiss by the back of your neck. He lazily licks into your mouth, sighing against you before breaking away.

“Come on,” he says as he sits up. “Hop in the shower. I left you the towel so you have a dry one. I’ll fix the bed.”

Oh, that’s right. You literally broke the bed fucking. That’s a first for you and you didn’t think you had many of those left.

Chuckling to yourself, you grab panties and a bra from your bag and retreat to the bathroom. Under the cool spray of the shower, you smile to yourself. That might have easily been the best one night stand of your life. Usually, the guys are gone by the morning, which is also how you prefer it to be most of the time. With Jungkook it’s chill, he’s a good time to be around and also makes you feel more relaxed than you thought you’d ever be around someone you’ve not even known for 24 hours. This will make for a fun memory. And a very hot one. You can still feel the effects of last night when your fingers trail over your sensitive pussy.

Dried off and dressed in underwear, you walk back out to the motel room. Jungkook is sprawled out on the bed again but he’s got his jeans back on now, belt still undone and shirtless.

When he notices you, he leans up on his elbows.

“All fixed,” he smiles at you brightly, patting the wooden bedframe next to his thigh.

With a hand on your chest you flutter your eyelashes at him. “My hero,” you barely manage to say without bursting into laughter. “What would I do without you?”

He snorts and grabs your hand, pulling you towards him. Once in reach, he playfully slaps your ass, making you giggle. But his touch also reignites the longing blooming between your legs, so you climb on the bed and straddle his thighs.

Jungkook breaths out a quiet moan when you settle in his lap and you drag yourself over him. You can immediately feel his dick stir back to live again, even through the denim. The bulge in his pants is pressing against your lightly clothed pussy and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth as you rub yourself against his hardening cock. The grip of his hands on your thighs intensifies as he looks up at you, your hips moving over his crotch in circles.

“Fuck,” he laughs breathlessly. “You look so good on top of me.”

Just as you’re about to grind down into him again, he flips you off him and on to the bed. Dumbfounded, you just stare at him with wide eyes.

“If you keep going, we will never leave this gross motel room,” he explains, his hand running over his denim-clad erection before he closes his belt. “Not that I would object, but I can hear your stomach growling and I promised you breakfast.”

With your slightly damp panties you pout, feeling positively blue-balled. But he’s right, you are actually hungry, you realize now that he mentioned it. And not for his cock this time. At least not only.

You laugh, rolling off the bed and finding a flowy dress to throw on. Jungkook waits in the cuck chair while you gather your things with his eyes closed, visibly trying to will his dick to relax. He only gets up once you slip your socked feet into your sneakers, the bulge in his pants almost gone. Huh. A man with self-control, that’s new.

With your backpack shouldered and Jungkook equipped with his bag and the two helmets, you make your way to check out and back to his motorcycle. You forgot about your mode of transportation and sigh, but at least you don’t feel embarrassed to clutch on to Jungkook’s waist this time around when you climb on behind him. He reaches back with one hand and places it on your bare thigh before he shuffles forward in his seat.

“The bike gets hot back there, be careful with your legs,” you hear his muffled warning through his helmet, so you scoot closer to him with your thighs spread and sling your arms around his middle tightly.

The bike roars as Jungkook starts it with a kick of his foot and he pulls into the street with you pressed against his back. The dress wasn’t the most appropriate outfit for a bike ride, it’s whipping around in the wind, threatening to expose you in an unintentional Marilyn Monroe moment. At a red stop light, you feel Jungkook’s shoulders shake from laughter before he reaches back and tucks the fabric of your dress under your thigh. He must have seen it flutter around in his sideview mirror. At least you’re not wearing a thong, you are pretty sure the truckers you passed already got a good enough view judging by their honking.

A couple miles later Jungkook stops in front of a small diner. Once off the bike, he helps you pull off the helmet and brushes the stray hairs sticking up from your head down with a gentle hand.

“Your legs are good?” he asks you, eyes drifting down your body. You nod, nothing was hurt save for your modesty.

“Jimin always burns himself ‘cause he doesn’t listen,” he shakes his head smiling as you walk up to the breakfast joint. The bell above the door chimes as he pushes the glass door open and you step inside.

“Good morning, honey,” a waitress in a baby blue apron welcomes Jungkook from behind the counter. He waves at her and immediately moves towards a booth with assured steps.

“You’re a regular, huh?” you ask him as you slide into the seat by the window. “With a usual table and all?”

“Been coming here since I was a kid,” he hums before handing you a slightly sticky menu. “Jimin and I used to come here straight after school every day.”

“So, he’s a friend of yours, this Jimin?” you wonder, looking around the diner, taking in the nostalgic atmosphere. It’s nothing special in terms of interior design, you’ve been to a million others before that apparently shop at the same furniture place. But it does feel homey and inviting. There’s only one waitress on shift currently who’s carrying around a coffee can, refilling the cups of the few people scattered around the booths. Mostly seniors and some students with their laptops, the audience you’d expect on a weekday.

“My best friend,” Jungkook lets you know while you browse the breakfast menu. “He’s usually my passenger princess,” he adds with a wink.

“Oh, so I stole his spot?” Your eyes keep returning to the pancakes with syrup. Jungkook sees your gaze linger on the faded picture and leans over the table.

“Take the ones with banana,” he suggests. “Jean makes the best ones you’ll find around here.”

“You bet I do,” the waitress's voice suddenly chimes in, as she’s walking up to take your order.

She’s smiling at the both of you, giving off lovely maternal vibes instantly.

“Who’s your new friend, sweetie pie?” she asks Jungkook who tells her your name and you greet her politely.  

“Well, nice to meet you, love. You want some coffee?” She holds out an empty mug and fills it up when you nod.

“Thank you,” you say as you take the steaming cup from her and plop a sugar cube into it. She takes your order, pancakes with banana for you and waffles for Jungkook.

“He’s always liked it sweet,” Jean winks at you, making you giggle.

“Talking of,” she continues, addressing Jungkook. “When’s the little prince coming by again?”

You assume she’s talking about Jimin, piquing your interest even more now. If he’s anything like Jungkook, you are not surprised that he’s leaving an impression. Especially if he’s just as hot.

“Pretty soon. He’ll stay with me for a few days. I’ll make sure we stop by,” he assures the waitress who hums in satisfaction with his answer before scurrying off back behind the counter and through the swinging door to the kitchen.

“So, Jimin,” you start again. “He’s not living around here anymore?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Moved to the city basically right after high school. But he visits a few times a year. And I’m basically driving down every weekend.”

“You go out a lot then?”

“Yeah,” he huffs. “But mostly on account of Jimin. He loves clubs and dancing. I mostly just tag along to look out for him when he’s drunk.”

Ah, so he’s used to the savior role. Seems like you took Jimin’s spot in more than one way then.

“He can get a bit … reckless,” he adds in explanation, but the corners of his mouth pull up as if he’s just remembered something funny.

“What about you,” he asks you. “Are you leaving your friends behind at home right now?”

You snort.

“I left all my friends behind when I moved to live with my ex. The only person there I’m going to miss is probably my dealer.”

“Sorry, that sucks,” Jungkook somberly responds. You assure him that it’s fine, you’re going to stay with your friend for a bit now and then look for an apartment in your old hometown so you’re closer to your friends and family again. You can’t fucking wait to leave, everything there reminding you of the cheating piece of shit and all the time you wasted on him. Actually, you muse, your hometown is only about 3 hours from here, yet you’ve never set foot in this region before. The friend who you’re staying with lives even closer by.

“Well, there’s not really many reasons to take our exit,” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. “Most people just pass by.”

“Unless their cars break down?”

Jungkook laughs. “Yeah. I got lucky it forced you to stop by my shop.” At his words, his leg rubs against yours again and it sends shivers down your spine, despite the heat. You are taken back to earlier in the motel room and you really wish you could’ve gotten in another round and you shuffle in your seat.

Jean brings out your food, placing it down on your table and when you move the cup holding the cutlery to hand it to Jungkook, you spot something on the edge of the table. Jungkook follows your gaze, curious and then his eyes suddenly light up.

“I totally forgot about this,” he laughs and leans over to take a look at the scratched letters in the wood. You look closer now and can decipher the barely there JM JK edged into the furniture. You quirk your eyebrow at Jungkook inquisitively.

“I carved this into the table back in high school when Jimin gifted me a pocketknife for my birthday,” he explains, running his finger over the indents. Oh. JM JK ... Jimin and Jungkook. That’s cute. “Jean almost ripped our heads off.”

“She still adores you though, apparently,” you grin, remembering her words of endearment when addressing him. It makes your heart ache a little, longing for this kind of familiarity. You can’t wait to get back to your people. You never really warmed up to your ex-boyfriend’s town.

You feel Jungkook’s leg stretch out in between yours as he leans back into the booth when he’s finished his waffles, sighing happily. The pancakes really are fantastic, fluffy and just the right amount of sweet. Jungkook didn’t oversell them. You bring your own legs closer together, making your calf brush against his under the table while you chew on the last bite of syrupy goodness. This might be one of the few hook-ups you won’t try to forget about. No walk of shame in the disparaging morning sun, laying bare the regretful actions of the past night for everyone to see. No trying to get an annoying dude to leave your apartment after waking up. Maybe you should go out of state more often. This night you’ll actually want to remember.

“We should probably head back to the garage,” Jungkook exclaims after checking his phone as you wipe some sticky residue from your lips. His eyes follow your fingers brushing the tissue over your mouth before he collects himself and waves over Jean for the bill.

She walks over, smiling brightly and hands you a photograph before leaving the check in front of Jungkook. “I had this up on the fridge in the kitchen,” she tells you. “Look at those babies.”

The picture shows two high school aged boys sitting in this exact booth, and you can immediately tell one of them is Jungkook. The only difference is the piercings missing and his cheeks were rounder back then, truly looking like a baby with big dark doe eyes looking into the camera, laughing.

“That’s Jimin?” you ask Jean, pointing at the kid next to him. She nods, looking like a proud mother hen.

“Those two were a wild bunch back then, always getting into trouble,” she chuckles. Jungkook just shakes his head with a shy smile.

You take a closer look at Jimin before handing the photograph back. The boy has dark hair under a backwards snap back, bangs swept over his crescent eyes, crinkled from a big smile. The two of them have a mischievous air about them, even in the photo. Something in their baby faces is telling you they probably really were little troublemakers.

You don’t argue when Jungkook pays for your food as well, figuring he wouldn’t let you take care of it anyway.

Back out by his motorcycle, he unexpectedly slips his leather jacket over your shoulders. “I shouldn’t have let you ride with me with so much bare skin,” he nips at his bottom lip as he tells you. “Put it on, it’ll also hold your dress down,” he adds, a grin now plastered on his face again, remembering your involuntary strip show.

You oblige, even though you feel your skin immediately go damp underneath the heavy fabric from the sun burning down unrelentingly. You’ll probably be a steamed dumpling by the time you arrive at the shop. You silently thank whoever invented deodorant when you climb on and scoot close to him.

It’s only a short ride back before Jungkook parks behind his shop again and unlocks the backdoor. He ushers you inside and you are immediately hit by the relieving cool temperature of the air-conditioned repair shop.

You head straight to your previously abandoned car, stowing away your belongings after separating the worn clothing from the fresh one while Jungkook heads towards the front of the shop.

Just as you slam the trunk shut, Jungkook returns, waving around a package over his head.

“Look what’s been waiting for us,” he says as he plops the box down on the ground. He blindly reaches for a drawer of a rolling container, fishing out a cutter knife. You are surprised he found it so fast since the shop does not really look like there’s any organization of tools happening, everything is mostly just randomly strewn about. It’s chaos to you, but Jungkook seems to know his way around it.

As you obviously expected, the package contains your replacement alternator. Yay.

“Come on,” Jungkook waves you in the direction of a door to the side. “You can wait in here while I take care of your car.”

He lets you walk into the room first before following you inside. There’s a worn out couch against the wall, a small kitchen counter with a microwave and a mini fridge next to it on the opposite side. A coffee table is placed in front of the sofa and you also spot a closet tucked away in a corner.

Jungkook hands you a cold can of soda from the fridge before he pulls his shirt over his head. He discards it on the floor next to the wardrobe and grabs a fresh one off a shelf.

You watch him, enjoying the sight of his naked upper body while popping open your drink. Immediately catching you ogling him, he walks up with a smirk on his face. You take a sip and just as you swallow, Jungkook’s mouth lands on yours, gently licking away a drop of soda that was left behind right under your lower lip. The hand still holding the t-shirt reaches around you, pressing you closer to him by your lower back. Your own fingers splay over his bare sides, your face following his to close the distance that he brought between you again. He welcomes your tongue by parting his lips, the kiss growing more intense, mostly on account of your eagerness. Jungkook lets you lead but reciprocates with the same amount of hunger.

You’d actually prefer him taking care of you instead of your rust bucket right now, so you pout when he breaks the kiss, huffing a breathless laugh.

“You’re impossible,” he laughs.

“I didn’t hear you complain,” you counter, still flush against him. He places one last peck on your mouth before stepping back, adjusting the crotch of his jeans.

“I’m gonna get to work before you make me forget why we are here in the first place,” he announces before quickly shrugging on his top and walking out.

Sighing, you make yourself comfortable on the couch, phone in hand. You update your friend, letting her know that you’ll continue the journey soon. You can’t wait to tell her about what’s been going down on your unplanned stop. Giggling, you type out a text, already seeing her excited face before your eyes. Damn, you really missed her. It’s about time you move closer to your circle again. You snap a quick selfie, attaching it to your message.

The minutes tick by while you’re aimlessly scrolling through Instagram and about an hour in, Jungkook’s voice sounds from the workshop.

“Can you bring me a drink, please?” he yells, so you shuffle over to the fridge and grab a soda before making your way over to where you find him leaned over the open hood of your car. The broken alternator is already out, he lets you know as you hand him the can. He props himself up against your car, gulping down half the drink in one go, stifling a burp behind his hand when he’s done. What you’d usually find icky doesn’t bother you in the slightest. He’s hot enough to be forgiven for bodily functions, apparently. Down bad at the repair shop, how the hell did that even happen?

“Can I watch you finish this?” you ask him, gesturing to your car, when he puts the soda aside.  

“Sure,” he replies and then walks over to one of the steel rolling containers, pushing aside a bunch of tools.

“Sit,” he nods his head towards the now cleared surface, so you hop up and plop your phone down next to you.

With your feet dangling, you watch him install the replacement part, enjoying the way his muscles contract as he’s tinkering.

He turns towards you when switching out his tools. “You look like you belong right in here, between all my toys,” he tells you. “So fucking pretty.”

Before the heat rising up your neck even reaches your cheeks, he’s already diving down into the engine compartment again. You shake your head at his antics. This guy really is a threat to your composure.

After half an hour of observing his work - okay, admittedly mostly observing his ass in those jeans - he finally straightens up and lets the hood fall close. There are now a few smears of black grease and dirt scattered around his skin and on his clothing. He hauls his shirt over his head once again, using it to wipe some grime off his face and his hands.

You pick up your phone and take a snapshot of Jungkook standing there topless in front of your Buick.

He looks up when he hears your phone’s shutter. “At least give me a warning so I can strike a good pose,” he smirks before flexing his muscles while you take some more pictures. Your friend will definitely appreciate those shots.

At this point, you let your eyes openly roam over his tattooed form. The way his abs disappear into the waistband of his jeans makes you suck your lower lip between your teeth absentmindedly while he just lets you stare at him to your heart’s desire. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, his gaze never once leaving you.

Your body seems to be working on auto pilot, because without you even realizing it, your legs are parting as you look him in the eyes, exposing your panties to Jungkook in the process. His eyes fall to your lower body.

“Shit,” he mutters before finally rushing over to you in big strides.

You pull him closer by his belt buckle as soon as he’s in reach, legs wrapping around him.

“You’ve been driving me up the wall all morning,” he mouths against the skin beneath your ear. “I’m hard just from looking at you.” He brings emphasis to his words by grinding his hips against your center.

“You cockblocked yourself,” you scoff before your voice turns into a sigh as his mouth moves across your sensitive neck. He comes back up and catches your lips in a hungry kiss, immediately all tongue and messy. Oh, he’s really got it bad, huh? It’s also evident by his hard cock tenting his jeans, making the rough fabric dig into your pussy, only covered by thin cotton.

With your arms slung around his neck, you greedily lick into him until you’re both panting.

His big palms are spread over your thighs, making your dress ride up even more as he runs them up and down your skin. Without his hands leaving you, he drops into a squat and pulls your body towards him by your ass. He presses his face to your clothed pussy and you can feel his hot breath dampening up your already moistened panties even more. With your legs draped over his shoulders you arch into the touch, craving more already. Jungkook teases you through your underwear, his mouth and nose rubbing along your core. He can’t keep the act up for long though. He pushes your panties to the side with a finger and immediately dives back in, tongue licking between your folds in one long slow stripe, tasting your arousal. He groans as he swallows your wetness before he gets back to working your needy pussy. You writhe your hips around, one hand gripping the edge of the rolling container, the other tangled in the hair on Jungkook’s head as you ride his eager tongue.

When he focuses his flicks on your clit, the buildup of tension in your abdomen is fast, almost instant. Your fingers tightening against his scalp is a silent plea for him to keep going, you’re already so close, your head thrown back, huffing fast-paced breaths, eyes squeezed shut you let yourself be dragged over the edge by his mouth. It comes on so quickly, you don’t even make a sound at first before a desperate moan rips from your throat.

The grip on his hair must be hurting the way you’re pulling as you tremble against his face, legs crossing around his head too, caging him in. He doesn’t complain, in fact he seems to dive in even deeper, his tongue never stopping its dizzying licks. Your orgasm runs through you as if you’re being electrocuted, your body twitching and shaking around him as you ride out your high until it starts bordering on overstimulation and you finally loosen your hold. When your hand falls off him to steady yourself on the furniture, he looks up at you, completely covered in your arousal from chin to nose.

“I’d stay between your legs all day if I could,” he says lowly before licking the residue of your unravelling off his lips. “Your taste is driving me crazy.”

He pushes himself up on your thighs and palms his clothed erection lazily before spreading your legs and pressing up against you again. Your pussy is still sensitive so you whimper at the contact and let your hand fall between your bodies to touch him. He bucks into your hand immediately as you grip him through the denim the best you can. You get annoyed quickly though by the fabric separating you from his cock, so you fumble open his belt buckle while he’s busy running his palms under your dress, tracing patterns into your skin anywhere he can reach.

When you finally manage to pop open the button and yank the zipper down, you immediately reach into the now loose waistband and to your surprise, you don’t find another layer of clothing. You look up at him with a quirked eyebrow as you push the jeans down just enough to free his hard cock from its denim constraints, your fingers lingering lightly on his tip.

“What?” he laughs breathily, his palm cupping your tit over your bra. “Did you think I’d put yesterday’s underwear back on?”

Your shoulders shake from a quiet chuckle and he slips his fingers under your bra to play with your nipple, making you sigh and lean into the touch.

You let your finger run through his slit, smearing a bead of precum around his tip and you feel him shiver and the hand on your breast still.

“Don’t,” he whines as you wrap your fingers around his length and stroke slowly. “You touching me makes me lose it. I don’t wanna come yet. I really want to fuck you.”

His body is betraying him though, as he can’t hold himself back from moving with the teasing pumps of your hand around him while he grits out the words. You only obey because you also really want him to fuck you right now, so you let go of his cock. He lifts you off the rolling container with his arms under your thighs. As soon as your feet hit the ground, his mouth is attached to your neck and to your surprise, he doesn’t move you towards his back room. Instead, he’s walking you over to your car, startling you when the cold metal hits the back of your legs and you hear him breath out a laugh against your throat while he guides you to sit. With your hands planted on the hood of the Buick, you lean your head to the side, giving him more access as he licks and nips at your skin, drawing quiet whimpers from you every time he lets his teeth graze over you.

You can feel the bruises blooming as he sucks harder, from your collarbone to your neck to where it meets your shoulder. If he doesn’t stop, you’ll look like a damn cheetah by the time he’s done. Even though you feel more wetness gathering between your legs from his assault, you pry him off of you by his hair.

“Now you’ll have to think about me for a few days at least,” he mutters with hooded eyes while your fingers tug on his dark strands. Fucking menace. His eyes flutter shut at a particularly harsh pull and he groans.

He pushes up your dress and bra, baring your tits which he cups with both hands now, squeezing, while you feel his cock drag precum over your thigh. As he’s toying with your nipples, making your head spin from impatience, he’s looking your body up and down as if in wonder. You’re not sure he’s even realizing that he’s moving his hips and rubbing his leaking dick over your leg because he looks like he’s lost in space.

As if snapping back to reality, he removes his hands from your breasts and suddenly your body feels chilly when he steps back, leaving you on the hood of your car with a heaving chest and your dress bunched up under your armpits. After a few seconds of him hurrying to rip open one of the many drawers in this garage without having to think about it twice, he’s back in your space, a foil square between his fingers.

You are not about to question why he’s keeping condoms in the workshop. You’re just glad that he is because you can’t fucking wait for him to fill you up again.

“Ah,” you interrupt him, ripping open the packet with his teeth, a burst of clarity hitting you. “What if someone comes in?”

“Don’t worry,” he smirks and spits the bit off part of the wrapper on the ground. “I locked the front door … just in case.”

Jungkook pushes his jeans under his ass before stroking his hard, twitching cock once, twice, and finally rolls the condom on.

He leans in and pulls your panties down your legs. When you watch him put them in the back pocket of his pants, you huff out an incredulous laugh.

“What? I can’t keep a souvenir?” he jokes before his face turns serious just a moment later.

You can’t even grasp how his eyes are turning even darker than they already are by default. He's staring down at you, gaze drifting to where your pussy, aching from need, is now exposed.

“Turn around,” he whispers, voice close to a growl, hand wrapped tightly around his shaft.

So you roll over, your stomach and tits now pressed to the metal and you arch your back to lift your ass towards Jungkook, wiggling it a little to tease.

The bait seems to work, because within a second you feel his palms spreading your ass cheeks and Jungkook’s tongue is back to devour you. He licks all the way from your asshole to your clit and back up again. He pokes into your entrance with the tip of his tongue, swirling it around in your juices, humming his breath against your folds.

You feel like you’re getting vertigo from how he’s eating you, your pussy is desperately clenching around nothing and you just can’t take it anymore.

“Please,” you whine, your forehead rested against the car. “Please fuck me already.”

With one last squeeze to your ass, his mouth is gone from your core, soon replaced by the tip of his cock rubbing through your soaked slit. You can hear him hiss on each pass from behind you.

Then, without any warning or prep, he rams his cock into you until he’s balls deep in one harsh thrust, pushing a yelp out of you.

He halts once he’s buried completely, caressing your lower back as if to apologize for the sudden intrusion. But it’s exactly how you wanted it, so you start moving your ass, rocking against him to let him know you’re fine.

“Shit, you’re taking me like it’s nothing,” he sighs. “Such a good girl for me.” His voice almost turns whiny at the end as he starts to move in sync with you.

He only gives you a few controlled strokes to let you accommodate before he picks up pace and force. He’s hitting you so fucking deep from this angle, it feels like he’s spearing you on his dick, splitting you in half. And you enjoy every single second of it, a moan slipping out each time his balls slap against you.

He’s pounding you so good and hard, drool is dripping on to your Buick where your cheek is squished against the hood. For the first time in your life you really feel like you are actually getting your brains fucked out, your mind completely void of any coherent thoughts.

The axles of your old car are squeaking from the harsh rocking of your bodies against it.

His palm slaps across your ass, just hard enough to make you jump, before he pulls out completely, your pussy throbbing around air now. You try to look over your shoulder through wet lashes to see what he’s up to but he’s already pulling on your shoulder and hip to turn you on your back.

“I need to see you,” he breathlessly grunts and pushes one of your legs up the hood, holding it in place with his hand under your knee.

You stretch your arms out, trying to find any kind of grip on the sleek surface to no avail. When he slips his cock back into you, your walls are immediately clamping around him and he sucks his lower lip between his teeth in concentration, as if to not lose it immediately.

Picking up his pace again quickly, your ass is riding up the car further with each snap of his hips, until the back of your head thumps against the windshield. You try to hold on for dear life through the pounding, helplessly grabbing at the side view mirror to get any kind of leverage. Your high-pitched yelps are mixing with Jungkook’s increasing moans as the car bounces under you, almost giving him more power as his thrusts hit all the right spots inside you.  

At this rate, your bumpers will need replacing next.

You already feel like exploding out of your body, a coil twisting tighter in your abdomen with each passing second and then his hand is suddenly on your pussy as well. Twisting his wrist, he manages to massage your clit without stopping the pumps of his hips into you.

A choked-out fuck is all the warning you can give him before you come on his cock, hard. Your moans are almost turning into screams as you dig your nails into his arm that’s popping out veins from working you through it. His hips don’t relent as you arch off the car beneath him, all your limbs trembling. The only steady thing is the leg he’s still pressing into the car as he keeps fucking you. He only pulls his hand away from your pussy when you stop twitching and go limp instead, all power drained out of you from the intense orgasm he gave you. When you are finally able to open your squeezed shut eyes again, they immediately catch his, already staring at your face with his mouth slightly agape, breathing hard.

The hand previously on your pussy finds your face, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he struggles to speak through his moaning.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he presses out, his movements now going more choppy as he’s definitely about to lose control.

“You want to come on my face?” you ask him, still out of breath but with a lazy, fucked-out smile.

His fingers tighten around your jaw.

“God, yes,” he exhales, his fingers now squishing your cheeks.

After a few more hard thrusts, he pulls out of you and rips off the condom. The hand on your face immediately goes to his cock, grabbing his shaft, squeezing.

You slide down the hood a bit to get your face closer to him, pumping his length furiously when he lets go of your leg and instead holds himself up on the car for support.

He’s leaned over you, face contorted from pleasure and desperation, but his hazy gaze never leaves your face, even when his moans suddenly stop and he straightens back up. The hand on his cock stills and then hot ropes of cum are painting your face. He’s twitching so hard, a few spurts miss you completely and land on the windshield behind you. His voice comes out in agonized, stuttered moans as he tries his hardest to keep his eyes open to watch his seed cover your skin and the tongue you stretched out to catch some of his release.

With a final tug on his spent dick and a whimpery exhale he collapses back on to the hood, catching himself with his hands so he doesn’t crush you under him. You want to feel him close though so you pull him down, your bodies sliding together creating a squelching sound from the sweat and cum being squished between you.

You want to kiss him, but he keeps some distance between your faces and just looks at you. When you pout, he pulls back even more, chuckling.

“Do you have any idea how hot you look with my cum on your face?” He detaches himself from you with shaky legs. “Wish you could see yourself.”

Then his eyes suddenly light up and you can basically see an idea pop into his pretty head. Gosh, what now?

He stumbles a bit, jeans still around his thighs, as he frantically looks over the surfaces around you until he spots what he was looking for. When he returns to you still sprawled out on the hood of your Buick, he’s got your phone in his hand, swiping up his thumb before holding the camera towards you. Oh my fucking god.

You hear the shutter click a few more times as you laugh incredulously.

“Now you’ve got a souvenir too,” he smiles down at you before leaning in and finally kissing you.

A little while later, the cum on you and also his torso now slowly drying into a gross crust, Jungkook helps you off your car.

Thankfully, Jungkook also has a small bathroom tucked away in the back so you can actually clean up. The thought of driving around with dried semen on you doesn’t sound too appealing.

So, equipped with fresh clothes, you are now standing in front of the mirror, checking out the array of hickeys he left on you. You scoff to yourself. Your friend will so love this.

When you turn on the shower, Jungkook pops his head in.

“Mind if I join?”

You wave him into the shower stall and you wash up together, exchanging a few languid kisses between scrubbing the nasty remains off your skin. It’s a tight fit in there, but at least you get to enjoy him rubbing shower gel into your shoulders while nipping at your earlobe. Just because you can, you let your fingers brush over his flaccid dick, making it immediately stir back to life.

“Gosh, stop,” he groans. “You’re such a tease.”

You giggle but retreat your hand obligingly. You couldn’t survive another go anyway, your pussy is fucking spent, still all puffy and sensitive when you touch it to clean up.

After a very inefficient shower, you are finally dressed and ready to resume your road trip.

Jungkook comes out of his back room towel-drying his hair as you’re digging through your bag to ready everything for the drive.

“Come on to the front,” he nods his head in the direction of the door to the shop. “I’ll print out the paperwork and stuff.”

While he’s bent over his desk, doing whatever on his computer, you sit down in the swivelling chair beside him and take another look at this wall of porny calendars.

You flip through some pages of the naked biker one, humming appreciatively at the pictures before moving on to the pin-up girls.

“Pretty,” you quietly muse at a beautiful redhead with big tits. Just as you let the pages flutter down again you spot another poster that you haven’t taken notice of before.

You move up closer, that face somehow seems so familiar to you. Oh. You realize where you know the face from. This is the same one you saw on the childhood photo the waitress showed you at the diner. Only around 10 years older. So this is Jimin. Posing on the floor topless in leather pants with little hot wheels toy cars strewn around him.

Suddenly Jungkook’s voice chimes up close behind you.

“Oh god,” he groans. “Don’t even ask.” He’s trying to turn you away from the weirdly suggestive poster of his supposed best friend.

Okay, so you won’t ask but you still raise your eyebrows at him with a sly grin.

“He forced me to hang this up. Actually the worst birthday gift he’s ever given me. Well, maybe not…” His expression gives you the impression that he just thought of another worse present.

You just laugh. Whatever weird relationship they have, it’s not your concern anyway. But you take another peek at the poster anyway. Jimin is really hot too actually. His hair’s not the dark Justin Bieber cut from high school anymore, it’s long and blonde, splayed out around his head.

“Seems like a good gift to me,” you wink at him before letting him hand you the printouts he prepared and you swipe your credit card to pay for the repair. 

You stow them away in your glove compartment while Jungkook waits for you, leaned against the side of the Buick.

“Well,” he closes the distance between you. “Save travels then. Glad you got stranded in my little hick town.”

He kisses the scoff right off you, his tongue giving you a final farewell.

You hop into the driver’s seat then, and thankfully, it starts up totally fine now. With a rumbling engine, you lower your window. 

Jungkook leans into it.

“I’ll give you my number,” he holds his hand out. “Let me know when you arrive.”

You unhook your phone from the charger and let him type his number into it.

“You know what,” he starts as he returns it through the window. “Shoot me a message when you’re on your way back too. Oh, and let me have one of the pics I took.”

You nod before he retreats and lets you roll up the window again. He sends you off with a wave as you back up out of the workshop.

Pulling out of the repair shop, you switch on your wipers to clean the windshield of the cum still on there before you finally turn into the road with a big fat smile on your face.

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A/N: Surprise! And guess what? Part 3 is already being planned, featuring Jimin. Wouldn't be a Bunny fic if there's not at least one mlm scene ;) Thank you so much for reading :] Please consider reblogging or commenting if you enjoyed, or if you're shy, feel free to send us an anonymous ask! <3

The engine light had already lit up some miles back, but you decided to ignore it and just pray you’d make it to your destination. But now, after driving along empty country roads, seemingly endless, with only a few small towns in between breaking the monotony of the scenery, the lights on your dashboard start to flicker and the radio keeps cutting out.

“Shit,” you curse out loud before asking your phone for the directions to the nearest auto repair shop.

Your already shitty air con has totally given up. Beads of sweat are starting to collect on your upper lip as you follow google maps through the scorching heat. Thank god it’s only a few more miles until you pull into a small town off the desert road. This little hick town seems to just be made up of one main road, with a few homes off to the side.

“In 0,2 miles your destination will be on the left,” your navigation lets you know. A minute later you pull up in front of the repair shop with your Buick Century and turn off the ignition. You exhale in relief, at least you made it to the garage. You don’t want to imagine being stranded at the side of the road in the desert, not in this weather.

You let your head fall on the steering wheel that you are gripping with both hands, already worried about how much money you’re going to have to throw at your rust bucket. You step out of your vehicle finally, looking around. There’s what seems to be a small convenience store across the street, a man in denim dungarees and cowboy boots sitting in front of it, smoking. You snort - all that’s missing is a damn banjo.

What comes to your mind immediately is the horror movie cliché of a car breaking down in some rural backwater town and what happens after. You’ve watched countless of them - Wrong Turn, House of Wax, The Hills have Eyes. You don’t have any plans to end up as a final girl to a clan of inbred hillbilly psychos. Hopefully, whatever is wrong with your Buick is fixed quickly so you can be on your way.

You walk into the repair shop through a glass door next to a bigger gate for cars to enter and look around for an employee, unsuccessfully.

“Hello?” you ask into the empty space. There’s a front desk, but it’s unoccupied.  Please, don’t let this place be actually closed down already for the day.

“Back here,” you suddenly hear a voice sounding from further back. Relieved, you scan the perimeters to find the source, peeking around a corner.

You find the actual workshop of the garage, multiple cars with open hoods standing around, but you don’t see anyone. Reluctantly, you walk between vehicles, not sure if you are even allowed in here, until you almost stumble over legs sticking out from under some Toyota sedan.

“Um, hi?” you address the jeans-clad legs.

“One sec,” a voice replies and a moment later you hear tools clanking to the floor before a man emerges from under the car.

And, well, he’s really not someone you expected to find in a rural backwater town. It’s not the outfit either, he’s just wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, both smeared with motor oil and grease. What surprises you is the fact that one of his arms is covered in tattoos, down to his fingers, and his ears are decked out in multiple silver hoops. He smiles at you, a piercing through the side of his lower lip, while he wipes his hands on the bandana tied to his pants.

Usually, when you have to bring in your rust bucket, the mechanics crack some sort of unfunny misogynistic joke at your expense before trying to rip you off with unnecessary repairs you didn’t ask for. So that is what you steel yourself for when you tell the dude that your Buick started breaking down as he walks you to the front of the shop.

He clicks open the automatic garage door and tells you to drive your car inside for him to inspect it.

But, shit. When you try to switch on the ignition, it’s dead.

The mechanic comes up to your rolled-down window. “Doesn’t start huh?”, he correctly assesses. “Put it in neutral, I can just push it inside.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, trying to move the shift stick to neutral, without success. It doesn’t budge without the engine being on.

You shrug your shoulders at him in a helpless manner, making him laugh. “Ah, automatic,” he hums before opening the driver door and pulling a screwdriver from the back pocket of his jeans.

Without warning, he’s suddenly in your lap, leaning over you to access the middle console. You would’ve moved out of the way had he warned you. But now this, admittedly very attractive, guy is brushing his tattooed arm against your thighs all non-chalant as he wriggles his screwdriver around the plastic by the gear stick. With one last satisfied hum, he finally moves the stick to the neutral position.

You just dumbly stare at him with hot cheeks when he retreats from your space again and he tells you about some manual switch he pushed. “Oh, sorry,” he apologizes when he sees your startled expression. “I didn’t get dirt on you, did I?” He wipes at the fabric of your pants with his hands, grimacing at himself as in the process, as he actually does brush some grease on it, making him panic slightly. “Shit,” he mutters but you stop him before he can apologize again or spread even more black gunk on you.

“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh, his display of sudden clumsiness making you relax again. He stands up straight, scratching at his neck before collecting himself and moving to the back of your Buick.

“It’s good to go now. Just let go of the brake and steer, alright?” he yells from the back and then the car is slowly rolling. You can’t help stealing a glance at him through your rearview mirror.

His brows are furrowed and the muscles in his shoulders are tensed as he’s pushing the car by its bumper. You can even make out the vein on his forehead popping out a little. The fact that you’ve always had a thing for feats of strength is almost making you forget to steer until his voice forces your eyes to snap back to the garage in front of you.

“Little to the left,” he yells and you comply, maneuvering your car into the workspace.

You pull the handbrake and get out of the driver's seat once you’re in a good spot.

“I’ll pay to get your jeans cleaned,” he tells you with a lopsided smile as he eyes your soiled pants before he walks to the front of your Buick.

“Let’s take a look at your baby,” he says as he yanks open the hood. “I already have a suspicion.”

While he’s checking out the engine compartment, you take a stroll around the shop, trying to pass the time and ignore the dread blooming in your chest about how much this repair is going to cost you.

On the wall behind the counter you spot the usual sexy calendars of women in pin up clothing posing on the hoods of old-timers. Maybe he’s just like all the other mechanics you encountered after all. You quietly chuckle just as you spot another poster among the sexy ladies though. This one has a half-naked man propped against some motorcycle, probably a Harley Davidson. Oh, a man of varied tastes apparently. Feels a little out of place for this small town, once again.

When you hear the hood of your vehicle being slammed shut, you hurry back to the mechanic.

“Yup, I was right,” he tells you, trying to wipe some of his dark hair out of his face with the back of his hand, smearing grease on his forehead in the process. “Alternator’s shot.”

“That sounds … bad?” you reluctantly more so ask than state.

“It just needs to be replaced. Good news first, it’s not a lot of work so I’ll be done in like an hour,” he lets you know. “Bad news - I need to order it in.”

You groan, but you are relieved to learn that at least it’s not as expensive as you feared. The fact that this part will only come in tomorrow though - Shit.

He types your information into his computer and places the order for the new alternator.

“Are there any hotels or something close by?” you ask him once he’s done and comes back around the counter to lean on it.

He shakes his head with an apologetic look on his face. “The closest motel is like two towns over. And it’s a bit of a shit hole.”

That doesn’t sound too inviting, but given your choices, what else are you supposed to do?

“Can you give me the address? I’ll get an Uber to drive me there I guess.”

“Good luck on finding any Ubers out here. We’re basically out of their operating zone.”

Your shoulders slump in defeat as you let your hand holding your phone drop to your side again.

“I’ll take you,” he offers, already on his way to your Buick. “Get your bag.”

You would usually not consider getting into a car with a stranger, but your options are kind of limited here. He can probably sense your hesitation, because he cocks his head to the side and smiles. “Wouldn’t advise accepting rides from strangers, but I can’t have you stay on the street,” he speaks up. “I’m Jungkook, by the way. I’ll give you my ID and everything, you can send it to a friend with your location.”

This won’t help you if he decides to murder you, but you are tired and in need of a shower, so you just sigh and open your car, quickly packing some things you need for an overnight stay into your backpack before shouldering it.

Apparently it’s time to close shop, or maybe he can just decide since he’s the only one in here, but he leads you out the back and locks the door behind him. You won’t question it, you are just glad that you will be able to rest soon. The long drive was becoming torturous anyway.

“Where’s your car?” you ask, looking around the street behind the garage.

Jungkook grins and points towards - oh please - a motorcycle. No way. Well, maybe that explains the leather jacket that he put on just before. You were wondering why he needed it in this scorching heat.

“Pretty, huh?” he muses when you look at him with wide eyes. “It’s a Fat Bob 114.”

Oh sure, whatever that string of random words means. He can’t seriously expect you to get on the back of this. For a moment, you reconsider just walking the streets tonight.

“I don’t even have a helmet,” you try to weasel your way out.

To no avail, since he produces one from behind his back and hands it to you. “Good thing I keep a spare around.”

He’s already stuffing his own backpack into the satchel on the side of the bike, while you fiddle with the helmet. You’ve never even put one on before and when you plop it down over your head, your hair gets caught in front of your eyes.

You hear Jungkook’s muffled laugh and then he steps in front of you, pulling the helmet back off.

“Lemme help,” he mutters while pushing your hair behind your ears while he clamps the headgear between his thighs to free his hands.

The intimate gesture brings heat up your neck and all you muster is a quiet “Thank you.” Then he gently pulls the helmet down and closes the plastic visor with a grin.

“All set,” he pats the top of the protective headwear before putting on his own. He swings his leg over the bike and motions for you to get on behind him.

“Just hold on to me,” he tells you.

You somewhat clumsily climb on and consider just gripping the side of the machine, but as soon as he turns his keys and the bike roars to life, your survival instinct kicks in and you sling your arms around his waist. 

He pulls off into the street and soon you’re leaving behind the small town and with it your broken-down car.

Jungkook, thankfully, seems to be considerate of his passenger, because you are pretty sure he’s not even going the speed limit. You still cling on to him for dear life, probably choking him out, but he does not complain. You’re not particularly fond of not being encased in metal while on the road is what you’re learning right now.

After a few miles and your body starting to cramp from clutching on to Jungkook and the bike, you pull up in front of a motel. The parking lot is full of trucks, rarely any regular cars. Jungkook helps you off the motorcycle and takes off his helmet. He seems to be wondering about the amount of trucks, as he raises his eyebrow. Carefully, he removes your helmet for you as well before you can even try to do it yourself. Your hair feels damp and matted, making you cringe slightly as you run your fingers through it.

Jungkook retrieves his backpack from the satchel and pockets the keys.

“This must be a regular stop for truckers to rest, huh?” you wonder out loud to which Jungkook shakes his head.

“Not usually.”

Picking through the small compartment of your backpack, you finally find some tissues. 

“Can I just..?” you ask Jungkook, gesturing towards his face with the towelette. 

He seems to be confused but doesn’t stop you from wiping at his forehead. You clean the smear of grease off his skin and pocket the tissue. 

“That’s better,” you smile at him and when he locks his big soft eyes with you, the corners of his mouth upturned, it makes you gulp. His gaze flickers down to your lips for just a fleeting moment. 

With both helmets in hand, he walks you to the check-in counter, where you find the most unenthusiastic-looking clerk you’ve seen in your life.

“Hello,” you address him. “I need a room, please.”

“Really?” he responds in a mocking tone. “Who would’ve guessed that?”

Jungkook slams one of the helmets on the counter, startling the guy.

“Mind checking if you have any available?” he intervenes, a fake smile plastered on his face. One could mistake it for a snarl if it wasn’t for his politeness. With his hand planted firmly on the counter and the muscles in his arm tensed, the clerk seems to have taken the hint. 

Woah. Apparently he’s not one to mess around with. It’s kind of hot.

“Alright, alright,” the clerk gives in, suddenly very meek and sheepish, and checks his computer.

“Seems like you’re out of luck, everything’s booked,” he shrugs his shoulders. “There’s some trucker meet-up happening close by, they basically overran the motel.”

Jungkook and you sigh simultaneously. What the hell are you supposed to do now? You really don’t want to go on another road trip if you can avoid it. He pulls out his phone, scrolling furiously, probably trying to figure out an alternative as well.

“Ah, wait,” the clerk suddenly perks up. “There’s someone checking out in a bit. Once we’ve cleaned up the room, it’s yours.”

Oh, thank god. You couldn’t care less that the place is run-down and the employee is a shithead. You’ll just shower and head to bed anyway, maybe scroll a bit on your phone. The aesthetic or lack thereof doesn’t really matter, unless you’ll find suspicious stains on the pillows. Which, to be fair, is not that unlikely, now that you think about it.

“We have a bar,” the employee tells you with an exasperated sigh, as if this was the hardest he’s ever had to work. “You can wait there. It’s gonna be like 2 hours max.”

You nod and turn to Jungkook, who looks a little disgruntled.

“Uhm, will you come pick me up again tomorrow? I kinda don’t have a ride.” The fact that he has to drive you again is gnawing at your pride, but he said it himself, no Ubers around.

He looks at you, quizzically.

“I’m not gonna let you wait around here by yourself,” he shakes his head. “I’ll stay with you until the room’s ready.”

Before you can even start arguing that you don’t need an escort, he’s already placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the bar. For whatever reason you just let it happen. You’re a grown woman, you don’t need a white knight to look out for you. But also, some company would be nice instead of sitting around all alone, just waiting for time to pass. Since he’s also nice to look at, why shouldn’t you indulge a bit longer.

The bar is just as dingy as the rest of the place. All the seats are worn, tears across the old leather.  The room reeks of stale smoke and cigars so bad that you scrunch your nose as you step in.

There’s two guys sitting at the bar drinking beer. By the looks of it it’s not the first one of the day either. Probably some of the truckers the clerk mentioned.

Jungkook pushes you into the booth of a table, sliding in next to you without taking his eyes off the dudes at the bar, and shrugs off his leather jacket. Sitting next to each other when you’re only two people has always been weird to you, makes it kind of awkward to chat.

“What do you want to drink?” he asks from beside you.

You take out your phone, checking the time. It’s 7 pm. You could do with a beer as well, so you tell him and he moves out of the seat to get your drinks.

You watch him from your table, only to realize that the two men are staring you down, one even cocks his eyebrows at you. Disgusting. You pull a face at him, but that doesn’t seem to deter him at all, grabbing at his junk while his mate laughs along.

Jungkook is watching this play out, you can tell when his back stiffens. He’s coming back with two beers in hand, immediately sitting down next to you on the bench again, so close this time that your thighs are touching.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, surprised when he puts his arm on the backrest behind you.

“Sorry, but I’m not gonna let those two sleazebags get the impression that you’re here by yourself, no chance,” he grumbles before picking up his glass and taking a big gulp.

The fact that he’s doing this only for show makes you feel a tinge of disappointment, which is just dumb. He’s just being nice, you tell yourself, also reaching for your beer, trying to relax with him being so close to you. It’s not because he’s making you uncomfortable, rather the opposite. You just seriously need to chill.

“How much was it?” you ask him, pointing to your drink, to which he just waves you off.

“Take it as compensation for me putting grease all over your jeans,” he smiles at you.

For a while you two just sit there, his arm around you, sipping away on your beer quietly. Jungkook shoots the gross dudes death glares every now and then. To which you are thankful because the thought of being in here alone with them makes you shiver. Maybe you were in need of a white knight actually. Just this once.

“So,” Jungkook breaks the surprisingly comfortable silence. “Judging by your plates, you’ve been on the road for a while, huh?”

You hum in agreement. “Just a road trip to visit an old friend of mine. Never been to this part of the country.”

“I can tell,” he laughs.

“And you?” you proceed to ask. “Have you ever been out of these parts?”

Jungkook’s fingers tapping away softly on your shoulder while he talks makes blood rush to your cheeks. 

“Not really, I grew up around here. Only gone as far as the surrounding cities.”

“So you like living here then?”

He shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn’t really have an opinion on it.

“It’s just, you don’t seem like a small town kinda guy,” you continue when he stays silent.

“Now, why’s that?” he looks at you with a smirk, visibly amused now.

You just motion at his tattooed arm and the piercings, trying not to say anything he might take offense to. It’s his home after all.

Luckily, he doesn’t seem to be offended at all, because he chuckles at your assessment.

“You know, the next city is just like an hour’s drive away,” he lets you know between laughs. “We’re not cut off from civilization. Not totally.”

You chat away for a while, mostly just small talk. He never takes his arm off your shoulder while you learn that he owns and runs the repair shop by himself and you tell him that you’re in between jobs right now.

You’re laughing at a funny remark Jungkook dropped when the clerk pops his head in.

“Room’s ready,” he lets you know before he trudges away again.

“Before you try to argue - I’m walking you to the room.”

You figured.

So after picking up the key from the front desk, you make your way outside and up some stairs to find your assigned room with Jungkook close behind. On your way there, you can hear some loud bellowing laughter from behind doors as well as a smashing sound, as if a vase or something broke. This really doesn’t feel that welcoming after all, you think as you yank open the dilapidated door. It’s not even hanging straight in its hinges, so you have to lift it up slightly so it doesn’t catch on the floor. Yikes.

Both of you walk inside and Jungkook looks around the room after putting the helmets on a wobbly sideboard.

“What a nice view,” you joke, having walked up behind him to the window, looking down at the parking lot. The laughter gets caught in your throat when you can hear someone loudly fighting outside. When you peek out the window again, you see that it’s two big guys shoving each other and yelling, beer bottles in hand. Please let this night go by fast, you plead silently. You brought your earphones so hopefully you can drown out anything that might go on outside, be it murder or an orgy. You thank whoever invented noise cancelling in advance.

Jungkook turns to you. “Look,” he starts with a serious expression. You have a feeling you know where this is going, so you walk up to the sideboard and push his helmet towards him.

“Thank you for everything, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Jungkook shakes his head and doesn’t move even an inch.

“I can’t let you stay here,” he says, decidedly. “Not by yourself. You’ve seen the kind of guys that hang around here!”

You liked his savior antics earlier, but you still have some pride left.

“I’m not some damsel in distress in need of saving,” you scoff and walk to the door. “I’ll just lock up and sleep by myself like a big girl.” You jokingly wiggle the lock around before realizing it’s almost falling apart at your touch. Oh. This actually doesn’t bode well with you.

Jungkook looks at your wide eyes with a quirked brow, waiting for you to reconsider what you just told him. And you do. Damn.

Then there’s suddenly more clamor seemingly right outside your door. As if someone was crashing into the wall. The look in your eyes turns to pleading. Now you’re actually hoping Jungkook’s offer, whatever exactly it entails, still stands.

“I’ll stay. Don’t worry,” he reassures you as if he just read your mind. Probably not that hard, considering the situation.

“Thanks,” you mumble while looking around the room. There’s exactly one bed, a dresser with a tiny TV on it and what you assume to be the door to the bathroom. And a worn-out leather arm chair.

Jungkook follows your gaze and takes the words out of your mouth when he speaks up.

“I’ll just stay in the cuck chair, you can go ahead and go to sleep.”

The good old cuck chair, a must-have of any rented room that’s worth anything. What would people do without it? Although this one actually seems like it’s been in heavy use. Ew. At least you’re not the one having to sit in it.

To your horror, this stuffy room has no air conditioning, only a ceiling fan above the bed that barely does its job. Opening the window is no use at this time of night either, as it’s still hot out.

“I could never get used to this heat,” you huff and sit down at the edge of the mattress, causing the bedframe to squeak. “Don’t think I can even sleep while it’s this hot,” you add, groaning.

Jungkook brings his stuff over to his designated spot for the night to keep watch of the door or whatever his plan actually is. Your knight in shining armor, you scoff to yourself. The fact that you’re sharing a motel room with some stranger is outrageous and very much out of scope of what you had planned for this trip. Even if said stranger is nice to look at. You watch him from the corner of your eyes as you kick off your sneakers and pull your legs up on the bed into a criss-cross position. His white shirt has gone see-through in the back from sweat and it’s sticking to him. No wonder - he’s been wearing a leather jacket and also you clung to his back earlier like a koala while driving here.

It's only around 9 pm when you check your phone and start scrolling through various social media apps, quickly getting bored. Beads of sweat are forming on your forehead, you feel like you’re being boiled alive sitting here in jeans, but you’re not about to strip in front of Jungkook, who’s also taken his spot in the chair with his phone in hand.

“Hey, you want to get some more beer?” you ask him, sure that you’ll be up for quite a while and beer always makes you sleepy, so that might help.

“Sure,” he nods, walking over to you and holding his hand out. “We can get some from the bar.”

You let him help you off the bed and slip back into your shoes. It’s a quick trip, Jungkook never taking his arm off your waist as he walks you through the premises.

Equipped with 4 cold bottles of beer you return to your room where Jungkook immediately opens one for you with a lighter from his back pocket.

The cool liquid goes down smoothly, making you sigh in content as you sit down on the end of the bed so you can actually face him in his spot where he is currently holding the bottle against his neck in an effort to cool off.

Striking up a conversation while you down the first drink, you inquire further about his repair shop.

“It’s been in the family for a few generations,” he lets you know. “I’ve been around cars since I was little, back when it was my grandfather’s still.”

“Did you ever consider doing anything else? College or something?” you wonder.

Jungkook laughs at the idea. “I’m way too dumb for a degree. And I like getting my hands dirty. Manual labor takes my mind off of things. I enjoy it.”

You get it, the road trip was supposed to serve the same purpose - taking your mind off what’s been troubling you. Could’ve figured that driving by yourself for hours makes your thoughts race instead. Maybe you’re dumb too.

Jungkook asks about you being in between jobs then, since you mentioned it to him earlier.

“I quit so I could leave my place for a while. Wasn’t that great of a job anyway, so no loss there.”

You put the now empty bottle on the ground and flop back on the mattress with your eyes closed, letting the ceiling fan blow hot air around you for a bit.

“You alright?” Jungkook’s voice chimes up.

“Yeah,” you hum out from your horizontal position. Mostly thanks to him, you ponder and find yourself glad your car started going to shit in his vicinity and not some place else. You just chill for a moment, trying to drown out the ruckus outside of your room. You’re in here, safe, protected. Jungkook is pretty beefy, so you’re not too worried about any truckers trying to bust their way into here. The ones that crossed your way so far looked out of shape. Not that you’re judging, you probably wouldn’t opt for a gym session after driving for hours on end either.

“Thank you again,” you sit back up, feeling like you're admitting defeat. “For staying with me. I’m sorry for all the troubles.”

Jungkook only replies with a smile and hands you the second bottle of beer. “I didn’t have any plans for tonight anyway. Your company beats watching TV alone by miles.”

He’d probably have air conditioning though and wouldn’t have to swelter in this dump. His face is shiny from the sheen of sweat, making his dark hair stick to his forehead, which he brushes away with his fingers continuously. Actually, maybe you got lucky having him stuck here with you, cause the fabric sticking to his chest is … really something. You reluctantly peel your eyes away from his muscles, not trying to be a creep after all he’s done for you. Can’t be ogling him like one of those sleazy truckers did to you earlier. Maybe it’s the beer finding its way to your brain or you’re just really not better than a man.

Your body doesn’t feel much drier than him, though you are sure the sweat doesn’t look even half as attractive on you.

While sipping on your third beer, you talk about more benign things, discovering that Jungkook and you share a lot of favorite bands and musicians. During your conversation, he keeps putting the glass bottle up to his face like he did earlier, obviously uncomfortable from being hot.

The ceiling fan only swirls the hot air around, but on the bed and directly under it, it provides at least some relief from the unrelenting heat while he’s suffering in the cuck chair.

“You know you could just come sit on the bed, right?” you interrupt him waving his hand in front of his face like a makeshift fan.

He pauses, considering your offer, and then sighs. “Nah, I’m stinky from working, don’t want to make it all gross.”

“Please, I don’t want to find you melted into a puddle in that fucking chair tomorrow morning,” you joke. “Sounds like one hell of a clean-up. Also, who’s gonna fix my car if you perish from overheating?”

“I might not be the first dead body in that chair, now that I look at it,” he wrinkles his nose as he gets up and eyes the worn-out leather.

“But I’ll take a shower first, if that’s alright with you,” he finally gives in.

“Sure,” you nod. “Go ahead. Haven’t checked out the bathroom - hope you won’t come out dirtier than before.”

Jungkook chuckles as he makes his way into the little side-room.

While you hear the shower run, you empty your beer and shoot your friend a message that your arrival will be delayed because of your shitty car.

Shortly after the water turns off, Jungkook sheepishly peeks around the corner.

“My shirt is soaked,” he tells you with an apologetic smile. “I’ll air it out and put it back on, yeah?”

His coyness makes you burst into laughter. How cute.

“Jungkook, your shirt has been see-through for the last 2 hours, I’ve seen it all. Now don’t be stupid and come sit with me.”

He huffs out a quiet laugh and throws his moist t-shirt on the sideboard, hoping it will dry down, before putting his shoes and socks next to yours by the door.

“Which side are you gonna sleep on?” he asks you, making you raise an eyebrow.

“I’m not going to put my greasy ass down where you have to sleep,” he explains and gestures at the smears on his pants. “This bed is probably already gross enough.”

You take a tentative whiff of the pillowcase on your side. “It’s actually not so bad,” you shrug your shoulders before patting the mattress on the unoccupied half of the bed, urging him to finally come and sit.

So, in this incredible turn of events, you’re now sitting shoulder to shoulder with a shirtless small-town mechanic, watching TV in a decrepit motel.

Switching through countless porn channels, you finally happen upon re-runs of The X-Files, which makes both of you perk up in excitement.

“I love Gillian Anderson,” you gush as her glorious red hair appears on screen.

“I love David Duchovny,” Jungkook replies with a sigh. “Gillian’s not bad either.”

His remark doesn’t surprise you as you recall the very bisexual collection of raunchy calendars displayed in his shop.

You both settle against the headboard, getting comfortable, and dive into the episode, following along as Scully and Mulder track down a mutant man that’s hiding in vents to eat people’s livers. Mulder has just foiled the abomination’s attempt to murder some family when Jungkook’s head suddenly drops onto your shoulder.

You can tell he’s asleep by the way his body is slumped against yours. So much for watching the door, huh?

His soft, slow breathing is fanning over your neck and you decide to just let him nap, watching the intro to the next episode roll. That is, until your back starts to hurt from your current position, so you shift slightly, which startles Jungkook awake.

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry,” he looks at you horrified when the initial post-nap confusion has worn off. “Did I drool on you?”

You assure him it’s fine and that he did not. Jungkook stands up and stretches his arms over his head, your eyes following the movement of his bared muscles as he does. He yawns and shuffles over to the window, cracking it open and sticking his head outside.

The clamor has calmed down it seems, no more yelling and fighting audible, you realize in relief.

“I think we can keep this open now,” Jungkook decides. “It has cooled down like… at least 1 degree.”

You agree, even if it won’t help with the warmth, some fresh air won’t hurt.

“You should try and get some sleep,” he proposes. “I’m guessing you still have some miles to drive tomorrow.”

He’s probably right and you can feel the beer you had swimming around in your head, relaxing your body.

Jungkook goes to switch off the big light and settles back into the cuck chair. Apparently he’s not planning on resuming his little nap but is back on duty.

You pull off your socks, leaving you in jeans and a shirt still, which is not your preferred way of going to bed. Since you’re still hot, you just lie down on top of the duvet, turning to your side and pulling up your legs.

“Good girl,” Jungkook coos at you from across the room and you can feel his smirk without even looking at him.

The minutes pass by and you just toss and turn, not able to wind down at all.

“Can’t sleep, huh?” Jungkook asks when you reach for the phone on your nightstand after the futile 30-minute attempt to drift off has gone nowhere. You’re uncomfortable in your clothes, sweating, and your mind keeps straying to exactly the places you’ve tried to outrun with your road trip.

Before you swing your legs off the bed you reach to turn on the lamp on the bedside table as you don’t dig sitting around in complete darkness. You’re in the process of stretching your neck and shoulders while Jungkook rummages through his backpack. It seems like he found what he was looking for because he perks up.

“Wanna smoke?” he asks you, holding up a pre-rolled joint with a bright smile on his face.

You laugh and go through your own bag, producing a ready-to-go spliff as well.

“I’m taking this as a Yes,” Jungkook chuckles and moves to the opened window where you join him. You squeeze past him so you can hop up on the windowsill, sitting with your legs dangling in the air and your side leaning against the window frame.

Jungkook rests his upper body against the other side before he fishes the lighter out of his pocket and ignites the joint between his lips.

Passing the doobie between each other, you pick up the topic of his shop again, still curious.

“You plan on staying in your town forever?” you ask him. “Like, just keep the garage going until you’re too old to work anymore?”

He takes a drag and huffs out some smoke while he thinks about it.

“I like the mechanic work,” he starts. “But I’m not really keen on living the rural town life for the rest of eternity.”

“I knew you weren’t the type.”

“Yeah. But I just can’t let go of the shop. I thought about selling it before, but I can’t bring myself to do it. It would probably kill my dad if I did.”

“He’d want you to be happy, no?”

He hums pensively, takes another hit and hands you the joint. Jungkook lets his fingers linger on yours for a moment when he does. His side is pressing into your thigh since there’s not much space in the window. The way his eyes are locked on yours is making your breath hitch and you almost choke on the smoke you inhaled. You cough, which makes him reach behind you to stroke your back. Your free hand grabs his naked shoulder while you recover from the coughing fit.

Once you catch your breath and sit back up straight, Jungkook doesn’t return to his spot next to you, but instead remains in front of you, basically between your legs.

His hand slides away from your back though, holding on to the windowsill next to your leg instead.

“I didn’t really quit my job for the trip,” you sigh, looking down at your dangling feet. The weed really seems to loosen up your tongue tonight. “Just couldn’t do it anymore, it kept burning me out to a pathetic pile of ash.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook earnestly tells you, squeezing your arm lightly in a comforting manner.

Apparently your weed-riddled brain decides to just lay out all your business to him, because before you can stop yourself, you are already dropping the rest of your recent lore.

“’M driving through the whole country to my friend’s place because I found out I got cheated on. The breakup hit me quite hard after such a long time together. Needed to get far, far away.”

“Must be a fucking idiot,” Jungkook shakes his head and tries to catch your gaze, which makes you lift your head when he starts to crouch to look up at you.

He moves closer to you then, making your knees spread further to accommodate his frame.  After flicking the butt of the joint out of the window, he places his palm on your thigh while his other hand comes up and brushes some of your hair behind your ear. His head is cocked to the side and you’re locking eyes, with his fingers still resting softly against your cheek.

It’s like time freezes and then you’re suddenly leaning forward and your lips collide, slotting together effortlessly, like they were never meant to be apart to begin with. You sigh against him as if you’re letting go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding and he uses the moment to slip his tongue between your parted lips. His hand has wandered to your neck while yours found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer, as your tongues dance against each other. All the stress of today just falls off you, like a lizard shedding his skin. The kiss is all-encompassing, leaving no room for any thoughts in your head other than taking away every inch of space between your bodies. As you make out, the palm on your thigh slowly caresses from your leg to your side and then back down to your ass, where it rests and squeezes ever so lightly. Even this soft touch makes your hips hitch towards Jungkook and you feel him smile against your mouth and exhale a laugh through his nose. You would be embarrassed if he wasn’t pressing himself into your crotch, holding you in place, obviously just as excited to feel you against his body. He nibbles on your lower lip before licking across it and then his face is suddenly gone from yours. You just stare at him all dumb and breathless, still entangled with him. His thumb brushes over your lip, wiping away the moisture left behind from the kiss and continues to put it in his mouth. You stifle a whine at the sight, trying to collect yourself at least a little bit, so you slide off the windowsill. Not taking into account Jungkook’s close proximity to you, the movement makes you rub yourself against his groin by accident. He’s not shy about the groan that leaves him at the contact, but he steps back a bit to give you space anyway.

“Want to give sleep another shot?” he asks you, brushing over your cheek one last time before removing his hand.

“Mhm,” you nod. “I’m gonna take a shower first though.”

“Good idea,” Jungkook sends you off with a pat to your ass, making your face heat up even more.

Oh, you really need a cold shower for more than one reason.

You finally step out of your sweaty clothes, dropping them in a pile on the bathroom floor. When the spray of water hits you, you sigh. It feels so good to finally wash away the grime. What you can’t rinse off is the tight feeling between your legs as you think about Jungkook, shirtless and sweaty, pressed to your body. You take a few minutes to just stand under the water raining down on you, fighting the urge to touch yourself, that’s how riled up the kiss has gotten you.

When you turn off the water and get out of the shower, you realize that there is only a small towel, nothing that could actually cover your body in any decent way. You only brought panties to the bathroom with you. The only thing you find attached to the door is a questionable bathrobe. Better than nothing, you think after inspecting and smelling it, deciding it’s clean. You quickly towel-dry your wet hair with the small cloth so you don’t look like a dog that got caught in the rain before slipping on your panties and the robe, closing it around you with its belt.

Jungkook has returned to the cuck chair when you come back out. He’s reclined back into it, leisurely stretching his spread legs out as he eyes you with heavy lids. He’s so fucking sexy lounging there in just his jeans, his upper body glazed by sweat, making his tattoo glisten in the dim light of the bedside lamp. You nibble on your lower lip absentmindedly, slowly stepping closer.

And he’s looking right back at you like he wants to ravish you. The slight tent in the front of his pants is reassuring proof that the kissing didn’t leave him unaffected either.

“Are you not hot in this?” he gestures at your robe while looking you up and down before sitting up straight.

“Are you not hot in your jeans?” you tease in response, making him chuckle.

“C’mere,” he curls his fingers at you to beckon you closer and your feet move before your brain even catches up.

Once you’re in reach, he grabs the belt of the bathrobe and pulls you into him, hands snaking to your backside when there’s no more room between you. He massages your ass cheeks through the soft fabric at an agonizingly slow pace and you’re already becoming impatient, so you take initiative and climb into his lap, your knees around his thighs. There’s just enough room in the chair for you to fit. With your arms locked around his neck, you immediately go in for another kiss, licking into him. Spurred on by your eagerness, his hands slip under your robe, making the belt slowly unravel with each movement of his palms against your naked skin underneath. You didn’t think it was possible in this heat, but you erupt in goosebumps when his fingers slide over your waist, up to the side of your breasts where he lets them linger before splaying them out to cup your tits.

“Your skin is so soft,” he mutters against your lips just as one of his digits brushes over a pert nipple, which makes you inhale a sharp breath. His mouth moves to the side of your neck, where he sucks on your skin, surely leaving behind bruises. The sensation makes you grind your hips down against his growing cock, craving friction. He groans into the crook of your neck, so you keep swiveling your lower body in his lap, both of your breathing increasing in speed as your arousal is escalating to new levels.

Finally, he’s had enough of the bathrobe covering his view of your body and when you let go of him, he slides it off your shoulders, dropping it to pool on the floor by his feet.

With your bare tits in front of his face, he hums in approval, his hands roaming the skin of your nude torso.

“Wow,” he sighs in appreciation, licking over his lips once before latching on to a nipple. The flicking of his tongue elicits a whimper from you and makes your back arch, pressing your chest closer to him.

You can feel the rough denim covering his dick though the thin fabric of your underwear, which is already going damp as you rub yourself over him again and again.

You lift yourself off his crotch, your hand finding his belt, undoing the buckle. When you struggle to open the fly of his pants one-handed, he removes his hand from your tit and looks up at you.

“You sure?” he asks you softly and when you nod, he helps you out by popping the button himself, so you just have to pull down the zipper. He lifts himself off the seat just enough to wriggle the jeans down to his thighs. His hard dick twitches excitedly when you palm him through his Calvin Klein boxers.

Jungkook reaches between you, his fingers finding your still clothed pussy, just ghosting over your core, tentatively. You instinctively press down into his touch, sighing, which impels him to run his digits over the moistened fabric harder. Feeling your arousal through the panties already, he pulls them to the side, giving him access to run his finger between your labia. “Like silk,” he muses quietly, before dipping in further, gathering your wetness.

“Dripping for me already,” he groans, his breath fanning over your neck now. “So fucking hot.”

His middle finger finds your entrance then and pushes in slowly before curling it once inside. You writhe in his hold, impatient to be filled by him.  After pumping a few times, he slides in a second finger, the pads dragging across your walls which each movement of his wrist, making you whine.

When the thirst for his cock takes over you, you reach down to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just far enough to free his hard dick. He moans lowly when you wrap your fingers around him, squeezing before giving him a determined tug, your thumb spreading precum across his tip.

His fingers slip out of you then, leaving you clenching around air. His hand comes up on top of yours on him, engulfing your smaller one completely, guiding your pumps. Your juices on his fingers add to the glide, every stroke along his length now producing a nasty squelching sound.

With his free hand, he fishes out his wallet from his jeans, producing a single condom. You basically rip it out of his fingers, tearing the package open with your teeth. After slapping his own hand away from his dick with the back of yours, you roll on the rubber.

He takes hold of your wrist and gently twists you palm up under his face, then lets a drop of spit fall into it. You spread the drool around his shaft before lining yourself up to the tip of his cock.

Jungkook grips on to your waist as you lower yourself down on him until you’re flush to his crotch. The stretch makes you whimper as he slides into you, his own head falling back on to the chair with his eyes closed.

“Shit,” he mutters, voice strained. “You feel amazing.”

That’s enough encouragement for you to start moving, your hips going in circles as you bounce up and down. His cock curves just the right way to rub over your g-spot each time you slam your ass down into him.

His fingers have wandered to your ass cheeks, kneading at the supple flesh. He’s not guiding your movement, he lets you take the reigns as you ride him like your life depends on it.

The damn cuck chair is restricting you though, your knees confined by the armrests, you can’t get into it the way you know would blow his fucking mind. When you lift yourself off his cock, his head shoots back up, looking at you quizzically as you move off his lap and lower yourself on the floor between his legs. He spreads them immediately, accommodating you kneeling before him.

You peel off the condom, throwing it aside, before bracing yourself on his thigh with one hand. His palm comes down to land on top of your fingers running over the muscle of his upper leg. He caresses your hand as you close in on his cock, poking out your tongue to give it tiny kitten licks all over. His gaze never leaves you when your lips finally close around his leaking tip and he immediately twitches in your mouth with a whimper. Your lips are wet from precum and you let them run over his tip and down his shaft before taking him in properly. While you work your way down his length, your tongue flat against it, small whine-like sounds keep escaping him, contrasting the low groans he huffed out before and it’s making your head swim with need.

You hollow out your cheeks, sucking him down as far as you can go, your tongue swirling over his frenulum and through his slit on every upwards move. He’s too big to get all of him into your mouth, so you wrap your fingers around the remaining length, aiding with flicks of your wrist.

The groans from earlier begin to mix in between the higher-pitched whimpering, his fingers gripping on to yours harder as you keep going.

Jungkook is staring at you through the whole blowjob, mouth slightly agape, his chest heaving.

“So damn pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he muses between huffs, his free hand tangling into the back of your hair.

The praise goes straight to your pussy, throbbing and feeling neglected. You’re sure though it’s not going to be for long while you keep bobbing your head. And you were right, because soon after he peels you off himself gently by your hair, his other hand helping you up. He pulls you closer to him, slotting his lips against yours for a lazy kiss with his fingers grazing your jaw.

After breaking the kiss, he gets up, his sweaty back sticking to the leather producing a moist squelch, taking you with him and walking you over to the bed while stepping out of his jeans and boxers on the way. He lays you down on your back with an arm around you.

This time it’s him getting on his knees at the end of the bed. Jungkook grabs you by your waist and pulls you towards him, your legs spread around his head. He removes the panties still bunched up next to your pussy, taking a deep whiff of them before tossing them aside. He dips his head between your thighs immediately, mumbling against your core.

“You smell like heaven,” you can barely make out, his voice muffled by your skin, but it’s enough to make you moan at the dirty compliment. Maybe you have a praise kink that you weren’t aware of before, because he’s driving you insane.

The last thing you see before your head falls on the mattress is his twinkling eyes looking at you with hunger-blown pupils. Then his mouth is on you, his tongue running along your slit, lapping up the gathered arousal. Each pass of his tongue is pulling you further into oblivion and when he finally sucks your clit between his lips, all you can do is gasp and grip the bedsheets. His nose is pressed to your pubic mound as he lavishes at your pussy, relentlessly flicking over your most sensitive spot. He’s really not wasting any time, already having you right on the edge.

He alternates between his tongue and his lips in a mind-numbing rhythm and then two of his fingers push into you as well. Feeling him press his fingertips into your walls and working your clit at the same time has you arching off the bed.

“Don’t stop,” you plead, your orgasm approaching in a rapid pace.

With one last curl of his fingers inside you, you clench around them and come on his face. Your thighs close around his head, caging him in as your hips lift off the mattress accompanied by a strangled whimper. Your body twitches helplessly as he keeps lapping at your clit, bordering on overstimulation as your orgasm slowly ebbs down and you finally have to push his face away from between your thighs.

“Fuck, I could eat you out forever,” he groans, his lips and chin dripping in spit and your wetness as he reluctantly detaches from you. “I can’t get enough of your pussy. So sweet.”

You laugh breathlessly, slumping back on to your elbows. “Yeah, I could tell.”

He comes up from the floor, his palm wrapped around his rock-hard cock, stroking himself. When he looks down on you with hooded eyes, you grab his arm and pull him down. Jungkook chuckles as he lands on top of you, holding himself up with one arm so he doesn’t crush you.

His leg slots between yours and his cock drags along your hip, smearing precum on your skin when he crashes your lips together. After feverishly letting your tongues tangle and bodies rub against each other, giving you time to recover, he pulls away and rolls onto his back. Using the moment, you grab a condom from your backpack next to the bed before you follow along, swinging your leg over his thighs to straddle him. You put the protection on him with gentle hands, only tugging lightly a single time when you’re done. Hovering just above his twitching cock then, you start exploring his torso, fingers running across his abs up to his chest, feeling the taut muscle contract under your hands. You trace the tattoo that goes from his arm, over his shoulder down to his pecks. His nipples are hardened and you can’t resist brushing over them, small, dark and stiff, contrasting his pale skin. His hips hitch up at the teasing touch, making his cock glide between your labia. He whimpers and curses under his breath as he keeps sliding along your pussy, still puffy from the orgasm. The tip of his dick catches on your clit with every hump, your body now moving in sync to his motions, increasing the delicious friction.

On your last slide downwards, you angle your hips and with you still being soaked and spit-slick, his cock enters you without resistance. His hands on your ass tighten their grip as he sucks in a harsh breath. You can’t hold back your own drawn-out moan as your pussy is finally being filled out again. With your fingers splayed on his abdomen for support, you lift up slightly just to slam back down. There’s no slow start, you’re not playing around, immediately gyrating your hips with every bounce, your pussy gripping his cock tightly like it’s trying to rip it off.

The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin, wet squelching every time you move back down on his cock and a symphony of both your moans echoing off the walls.

Jungkook lets you lead again, but after a while, he can’t help but thrust up into you, matching your rhythm and speed. You straighten out your back so you can reach behind you, cradling his balls, massaging them while you rock in his lap, before dipping down further to press into his taint firmly, pulling another whimper from him.

“Damn,” he presses out, his dick pumping into you. “You’re the best fucking ride of my life.”

With his cock dragging along your walls, you let yourself fall forward and his arms close around your lower back, holding you close. You rest your head against his shoulder, your ass still drawing circles on him, your cheeks ricocheting every time your hips meet. At this angle, your clit is now rubbing against him, making you gasp at the much-needed friction while he shoves into you from beneath. It doesn’t take long for you to get close again, so you grind down harder, chasing your high.

When your moans increase in volume, Jungkook digs his hands back into your ass.

“That’s it,” he breathes against your ear. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”

His words unravel you immediately, the coil in your stomach snapping and you come for a second time with a cry, the intensity almost overwhelming. Your pussy clenches around him tightly, making him groan through gritted teeth under you. You sob into his shoulder while you try to keep riding out your orgasm with trembling thighs and your whole body convulsing.

Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to calm down this time. With strong arms, he lifts you off him and on your back. He stares down at you with dark eyes as he positions himself between your legs before he grabs the back of your knees and basically folds you in half. Jungkook rams his cock back into you without warning, the bed creaking loudly under the pistoning of his hips. You can do nothing but take his delicious slams into your sensitive pussy, too fucked out to contribute, your breathing coming out in shallow huffs between moans.

With a particularly harsh thrust, you hear a bed slat crash into the floor. Jungkook doesn’t seem to care that he’s not only taking you apart, but also the bedframe, rapidly approaching his orgasm judging by the stuttered grunts that reverberate around you. You feel like you’re getting vertigo from Jungkook all over and inside you, the effects of you coming so hard still lingering, having you blissed out and your brain comfortably empty.

It doesn’t take long for his movements to go choppy.

“Fuck, how are you still so tight… so… perfect,” he struggles to grit out between heavy breaths before his hips still and he releases his load inside you accompanied by stuttered moans. The fingers on the back of your thighs dig into your skin, probably leaving marks, as he continues pumping into you sloppily until your pussy has milked every last drop of cum out of him and he can’t hold himself up any longer. His body gives out, trembling, and he lets go of your legs before collapsing on top of you.

With his face in the crook of your neck, he exhales a shaky, incredulous laugh. Your fingers tangle into the back of his hair, caressing his scalp while he comes down. You are close to drifting off with Jungkook’s weight pressing into you, a calming feeling washing over you, when his voice startles you awake again.

“Are you okay?” he asks you with a hoarse voice, lifting himself off you, taking off the condom and settling against your side instead. His arm finds your middle and he pulls you closer.

“Better than the bed,” you giggle sleepily.

Reluctantly, you move out of his embrace, not willing to risk having to continue your road trip with a bladder infection.

“I’ll be right back,” you let him know.

You traipse to the bathroom to pee and when you come back, Jungkook is on his back, snoring lightly. You quickly pull on a baggy t-shirt and some panties and climb back into bed, careful not to wake him. When you snuggle into his side, his mouth curls into a smile and he hums.

“I’m taking you to breakfast before we go back tomorrow,” he mumbles with a sleep-tinged voice before drifting back off.

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