Bts Smut

It’s your typical Sunday night-in with Jungkook; you lie in bed covered by blankets and resting on too many pillows watching whatever movie, tv-show or anime one of you chose. To be quite frank, you never pay too much attention to the anime Jungkook picks, not because he has bad taste or anything, but because everything happens so fast you can’t even begin to process what’s going on. Still, when it comes to anime, you always let Jungkook choose, no matter how many times he says you can read the descriptions and pick one yourself. You don’t care if you don’t understand the animes he likes, not when he can’t spend more than thirty seconds without chiming in an excited commentary about it; you act as if it annoys you, of course, but sometimes you think that it is the best part of spending your Sunday nights with him.

Surprisingly, Jungkook is pretty silent tonight, but you don’t question him or think too much of it because finally, finally, you’re watching an anime that you can sort of understand. This time, you’re the one who is so immersed in the story that you don’t even realize you’re the only one paying attention, too focused on watching in horror how the lanky, awkward main character turns into a cynical psychopath splashing blood everywhere as he takes his revenge on every single person that ever crossed him. With your heartbeat ringing in your ears, you cover your eyes and peek through the space you left between them while you wait for the scene to be over; you were never a big fan of gore.

The bed dips next to you, distracting you for a hot second before you assume it’s just Jungkook trying to get into a more comfortable position, so you don’t give it much thought and focus on the show again, but your eyes betray you once again when, out of the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook staring at you, his face slightly illuminated by the screen of his laptop.

You jump and let out a comical squeak when Jungkook’s warm hand pushes yours away from your face. One of his slender fingers lifts your chin and tilts your head, leaving you both staring at each other face to face. You look back at him with curiosity, raising your eyebrows as if to silently question his actions, but you only get the same silence and a dreamy smile in return.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he whispers, his eyes sparkling under the artificial light.

You groan and roll your eyes at him, opting to look down at his chest in hopes he doesn’t notice how quickly four words and a faint smile from him can affect you. “I was paying attention, you ass.”

"No, no, I noticed!" he says with a mischievous edge on his voice. You huff in mock offense, pouting when he leans down and press a fleeting kiss on the corner of your mouth. "But wouldn't you rather I gave you all my attention instead?"

Oh no, that's his bedroom voice.

A tiny and stubborn whimper escapes your parted lips despite you trying to suppress it. You begin to panic. You still don't get what exactly it is that Jungkook sees in you; you never got out of the shy and awkward phase from your teenage years; you still laugh, involuntarily, like a small child whenever he flirts with you; you don't know how to flirt back, even worse, you don’t even know how to woo him with your best assets that took way longer to appear than they did to your friends.

You just don’t get it, but no matter how you see yourself, Jungkook has always looked at you like you’re the only thing he desires.

You snap out of your thoughts when you notice him staring at your lips and you mimic his actions, looking at his parted lips before you give in to the heaviness of your eyelids, closing your eyes and waiting for him to take the first step as he always eagerly does. But seconds pass and his lips never meet yours, causing you to release the breath you were holding in and leaving you embarrassed when he kisses your cheek instead.

You open your eyes and let out another groan, this time out of pure exasperation, half-heartedly hitting his chest as he laughs at your expense.

"If you want a kiss that bad, you have to come and get it," he teases. "I'm not going to kiss you unless you do it first."

You huff, knowing damn well he’d never give in to you, so you let out a shaky breath and cup his cheeks in your hands, feeling the barely-there stubble tickling your palms. Jungkook waits patiently, staring back at you with challenging yet welcoming eyes as yours take one last look at his lips before you close them and press your lips against his in a chaste kiss.

His hands rest on your lower back and press you tightly against his hard body, moving his lips against yours and swallowing your ragged breaths. His tongue licks your bottom lip and bites down on it gently, sucking it and then licking the flesh to soothe the bite, inviting you to open your mouth for him.

He pushes your hair away from your neck and rubs your soft skin before letting his hand fall to your waist, squeezing it through your shirt and using his grip to grind your body against his. You’re so lost in the kiss that you barely noticed when his hand moved from your waist, gasping into his mouth as his hand cups your breast and squeezes it gently.

“Jungkook,” you call out his name in a whimper. “What—"

"I want to make you feel good," he purrs in your ear, his hand leaving your chest and resting on your neck. You know that he is giving you time to decide whether to consent or not this time as well. "Is that okay with you? Do you want to?"

His eyes, though hooded and dark, never leave yours. Jungkook has never pressured you into doing something you don’t want to, much less coercing you to do something he wants but you don’t.

You nod your head and let out a small yes, closing your eyes and as he tilts your head to nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck. He breathes in your scent and presses his tongue against your skin, licking a fat stripe before closing his mouth and sucking a small, painless bruise on it. You feel your underwear sticking to your folds, you're so wet you should be ashamed.

Abruptly, Jungkook detaches himself from your neck and slams his laptop shut before pushing it away. He turns his attention back to you and pushes your inner thigh with the back of his hand to position himself between your legs, covering your body with his. His strong hands help you settle your head on the pillows, the hard bulge in his sweatpants unintentionally grinding against your crotch, making you moan at the sweet friction of the head of his cock nudging your clit.

You wonder if Jungkook can feel how wet you are. You find it embarrassing knowing your soaked panties are staining the crotch of his sweatpants, but Jungkook looks at you with so much lust that the shame turns into excitement in a matter of seconds.

He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes pleading with yours to keep looking at him. You smile, endeared by his sparkling doe eyes, but you flinch as a reflex seconds later when his hand cups your breast, kneading it softly over the fabric of the t-shirt you borrowed from his closet earlier.

"I don't want you to get nervous, alright?" You look at him and nod your head. "I want to eat you out.”

You frown at the foreign words, feeling stupid as yet again your naiveness puts you to shame. Still, Jungkook smiles and looks at you like you hung the moon just for him to see.

"I mean," he trails off as he tries to figure out what to say to make you understand better. "I want to eat your pussy? You know, give you… oral sex?"

Your breath gets caught in your throat at his obscene choice of words, ashamed of how much they turn you on.

You don't understand why he would want to do something like that, surely it wouldn't be pleasurable for him. "But you won’t feel good," you pout.

He gives you one of those smiles where he wrinkles his nose and his eyes sparkle. Talk about duality. "Don't worry, baby," he assures you. "You don't know how many times I've imagined how you taste," his voice gets an octave lower to leave you hanging to his every word. "How many times I jacked off thinking about how you would react when my tongue finally tastes your sweet folds and I have you at my mercy playing with your pussy however I want. I promise you, baby, it will feel just as good for me as it does for you."

If your life were an animated movie, you're sure your cheeks start comically burning in flames and your heart pounding out of your chest.

The truth is, you've only had sex with Jungkook twice, having given him your virginity after a year and a half of dating, but up until now, you’ve never heard him voice out his fantasies before, let alone talk to you in such an explicit way.

"Please," you say confidently despite the tremor in your voice. "Make me feel good."

Jungkook leans into you and kisses you slowly, trailing his palm from your chest to the hem of your shirt, lifting it to reveal the warm skin of your stomach. His tongue plays with yours as his hand sneaks under the fabric of your cotton panties, his mouth swallowing the gasp you let out. His fingers collect your juices and he uses them to massage your sensitive folds.

"My sweet girl...You're dripping," he mutters against your lips and smirks when he hears you moan. He presses your foreheads together and looks down at where you unconsciously started rubbing your cunt with his hand. "You're going to like it so much," he says as the pad of his middle finger finds your clit and plays with it. "I'm going to make you cum so hard. I'm going to swallow everything your pussy gives me."

He gives you one last, long kiss before he takes his hand off your underwear, lowering himself until his head is in between your thighs. Your fingers curl on his fluffy hair to keep your hands from shaking, but when he looks at you through his eyelashes, he smiles and you instantly relax. His lips leave kisses on your inner thighs while his finger presses down on your clothed clit, barely rubbing circles on it and making you tremble even more. His eyes never leave yours as he licks the wet patch in the center of your panties before he pushes them aside to take a look at your glistening cunt.

“You're so pretty,” he says as he drags his thumb across your slit, collecting your juices and spreading them on your folds. "So, so pretty."

The tip of his tongue licks a fat stripe on your slit, teasing your folds before closing his lips on your clit and rubbing it gently. You sigh and throw your head back against the pillows, covering your face with the inside of your arm to escape his burning gaze.

His lips leave your cunt with a popping sound and he says, "I want to see you," he murmurs against your pussy and traps your clit with his lips again, suckling on it and drawing out moans from your mouth before pulling away again. "Please show me your face."

You hesitantly move your arm away from your face but refuse to open your eyes. Still, you can feel him smiling against you and you hope he doesn't notice the gush of fluids dripping out of your pussy and wetting the sheets because you're imagining him like that.

“My baby is always so good to me,” he praises you, calming your nerves a little. There's something about the way he holds your thighs apart, something intimate and just right. "I'm going to take your panties off now, ‘that okay?"

You nod your head and let out a small yes, lifting your hips to help him slide your panties down your legs. He spreads your legs again and admires the way you shudder under his touch. "It's okay, baby," he whispers and places a kiss on your inner thigh. "It's okay, I got you."

The way he holds you, his hands steady and confident, and the sweet tone of his voice overwhelms you in both a good and bad way, but you try to relax and opt to grip the bedsheets in clenched fists. You feel stupid when hot tears escape from your closed eyes; you know you have nothing to be ashamed of, Jungkook knows that you are inexperienced because of how shy you are yet he loves you, wants you, and would never judge you.

Jungkook doesn't move at all, giving you as much time as you need to calm down. You inhale, exhale and look at him. His eyes stare back at you and don't wander anywhere else, he keeps them focused on you even when he kisses the back of your hand, taking advantage of your fists unclenching for long enough to grab your hands with his and intertwine your fingers.

“Do you want me to keep going? If you want me to stop I will,” he kisses your knuckles and looks at you tenderly. "I will not get mad. I promise."

“I want you,” your voice comes out small and you're afraid he hasn't heard you. "I want you. Please."

And just like that, Jungkook’s tongue is back on your cunt, gathering your juices and swallowing them before sucking and pulling your lips. You whine in embarrassment at the sounds that come out of his mouth when he tastes, slurps, and drinks your juices. But he doesn't give you much time to complain when his right hand leaves yours and he uses it to part your lips with his index and middle fingers, exposing your cunt to him and having him groaning at the sight of your glistening folds.

You can't hold in the sounds coming out of your mouth, moaning and crying as Jungkook gets back to devouring your soul through your pussy. You look down and whimper pathetically at how focused he looks; his eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes shut tight, and his hips thrusting against the bed as if letting him eat your pussy was the best thing that has ever happened to him. He's enjoying this almost as much as you are, alternating between sucking the juices out of your entrance, licking your velvety folds, or drawing messy figures on your clit at the perfect speed.

You feel dizzy, your body trembling as his mouth works wonders on your body, making you regret the time you pushed his head away from between your legs the second time you had sex.

Jungkook delights himself with all the juices you're gushing out, slurping and drinking it all before closing his lips around your clit and flicking his tongue from side to side as fast as he can. Your free hand grabs his hair and pulls him even closer to you, moaning loudly, and he seems to like that cause he growls and his mouth works even harder.

Tears stream down your cheeks, this time because of how good it feels. You close your eyes and you arch your back at the pleasure, squeezing his hand tightly and gasping when the tip of his middle finger prods into your hole.

He pulls away from you to say, “Breathe baby,” you do your best to relax and let out a pitiful cry. He just smiles to himself and pushes his finger in. "Feels good, hm?"

Any trace of shame leaves your body as he resumes his task on your clit, adding the stimulation of his finger curling inside you and rubbing that sweet spot only his cock has reached before. Your walls clench tightly around his finger and he lets out an airy chuckle, his breath hitting your cunt and making you whine more.

"’S so good," you whimper. “Making me feel so good, Jungkook. ‘M c-cumming, ohmygod."

Jungkook doesn’t stop sucking or moving his tongue on your clit for a single second, not when he can feel your pussy throbbing in his tongue and clenching around his finger. He knows you're close, he knows exactly what you look like when you start to fall apart, so he curls his finger harder and faster inside you and keeps moving his mouth on your pussy even if his jaw is begging him for a break.

You barely notice when you started to cry and try to close your legs around Jungkook’s head, but he just let go of your hand and uses his free arm to lift your legs up from behind your knees, almost bending you in half but leaving your pussy in perfect display for him to devour it until you’re crying and cumming for the first time in his mouth.

Time seems to stop for the two of you, the sound of your heavy breaths being the only thing you can hear until Jungkook gets back to sucking on your entrance and lapping at your folds, not wanting to waste a single drop of your sweet juices.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes when you start squirming and complaining about how sensitive you are. "Pussy tastes so good."

When he’s finally satisfied, Jungkook lowers your legs and spreads them apart to position himself in between them with no ulterior motives. He grins at you as he licks his lips and sucks the remains of your juices off his fingers. Your stomach clenches and you swear if your face could get any hotter it would, so you hide it with your hands.

"Hey, don't get all shy on me now," he teases, getting up and sitting on his knees in front of you to grab your wrists with one hand and pull your hands away from your face. "Thank you for trusting me."

“Thank you for loving me,” you reply and push him down with you.

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"What?"

Jungkook had been so shocked. So dramatic, he even dropped his coffee from his sad Starbacks breakfast meal.

"I asked, if you could teach me how to do sex." You emphasized the words by prolonging each syllable, scooting closer to him so the people around wouldn't hear you.

Jungkook gawked at you. "Do what?"

"Jungkook, do you have ear problems? Do you not clean these bad boys?" You took his earlobes in between your fingers and grabbed them lightly, causing him to hiss and swat at your arms.

You pout.

He said your name in a stern voice. "Be serious," Jungkook added, making your frown deepen. He always takes things too seriously, you thought. "What did you say again? And explain it to me this time."

You rolled your eyes as you hissed under your breath, "So demanding," That earned you a glare. Plopping your back to the bench, you cross your arms and start to speak. "Well, I've just been doing some thinking –"

"Sure."

You had squinted your eyes at him, hitting his bicep at his seemingly malicious tone.

But anyway, you managed to get back to your train of thought and continued.

"I'm 20 and still haven't had sex yet. My friends don't tell it to my face, but I think they make fun of me for it. Also, I accidentally watched porn the other day. And… I like this guy…" You tried to think of what to say next, cocking your head, even though you knew you were definitely just starting to ramble. "And well. Lately I've been very curious how sex would feel like. I don't have a boyfriend but... I heard from the girls you're good at it." Once you finish your incoherent speech, you finally meet Jungkook's gaze. "So, can you teach me?"

"Those… were definitely words." Were the only thing that came out of Jungkook's mouth that morning.

He didn't agree to your request, obviously.

The truth is, you've been wanting to have sex ever since senior year of high school because that was seemingly the only thing your classmates would gossip about. But you've never had a boyfriend. Your father was way too privy about your personal life and you never really liked anyone to the point that you wanted to get naked in front of them.

You've held it in in highschool but these days… your curiosity is slowly eating at you. You don't have a boyfriend still, which automatically makes you have no one to do the deed with. And you don't really go to parties or to the bars or clubs. You also don't know if you're capable at flirting because you've never flirted with anybody – sole reason being: you've never really been genuinely interested in anyone.

Bottom line is, you want to have sex now but you don't want to do it with just any random person.

So you opted for Jungkook.

He's two years older than you, in his last year of college, but you've known each other ever since grade school. You both lived in the same neighborhood since you were children and your dad is really close with his parents and vice versa because they're business partners.

You aren't exactly "best friends", but you have a long history together and you guess, that is enough reason to be really close with each other – but not exactly in a good or a "friendly" way.

Your relationship is kind of identifiable, quite honestly. You have a love-hate relationship with the guy. Jungkook is like your bodyguard, he looks out for you, probably because your dad asks him so. He can not do it, though, and your dad was just joking that one Christmas party at your house when he told him that! But Jungkook does guard you, anyway. One thing he does is tell on your dad and that's what irritates you about him. But at the same time, years of being together made you develop this certain trust in him. Because he's familiar. He's someone you think will never hurt you.

So it makes perfect sense to you that he be the first ever person you'd do sexual activity with. The thought is not as terrifying as the thought of it happening with other people.

For days, none of you brought up what happened that dreadful Monday morning, and you pondered on it and realized how stupid that was. Really, you were just about to be embarrassed with what you did until Jungkook texted you three days ago.

annoying guy don't answer [12:07am]: let's do it

you [12:25am]: huh?

annoying guy don't answer [12:26am]: u took so long to reply i almost reconsidered

annoying guy don't answer [12:26am]: but anyway. what you told me. 2 weeks ago. at the uni's park.

It takes him another minute to tell you clearly what he's getting at.

annoying guy don't answer [12:27am]: i'll do it. I'll teach u stuff or whatever

And that was how you ended up in Jungkook's room, now kneeling before him with a pillow between your knees and the floorboard (because you whined that the carpet hurt) while he's seated on the edge of his bed, his dick out.

It was so quiet the moment he took off his shorts and boxers. You've never been the type to run out of words, but boy, were you too stunned to speak.

But you couldn't really blame yourself for your own reaction. It's only recently that you've seen a dick, and that was from the porn clip on twitter you accidentally saw from two weeks ago. You thought that the guy's penis from that video was already big… but Jungkook's is way bigger. Apparently.

You don't know if this is average size, you have no idea. Should you look it up? It's so… long, Jungkook's dick. There are protruding veins across the length of it, and the tip looks like a mushroom – which you found kind of silly, but you scold yourself for even thinking that because you're supposed to be serious. But it's really red. His dick is a bit fat too, and most of all, hard. It looks so hard that it stands stiff on his abdomen.

Overall, though, you can't help but think that it looks odd.

The thought is washed away, however, when Jungkook calls your name. You can hear a slight whiny tone in his voice so you look up, seeing a pained expression on his face. You don't know why.

"Yeah?"

"Don't… just look at it." He says, the red tips of his ears not lost on you. Is he embarrassed?

"Oh, I'm sorry," You apologize, keeping in mind not to stare next time. What you got from it is that: men apparently do not like it when you stare at their penis. Noted. "Uhm… I was just taken aback."

"Why?"

"It looks a bit weird."

"What?"

You panic when you see an offended expression flash on Jungkook's face, quickly scrambling for words to revive yourself.

"No! I didn't mean that in a bad way!"

Jungkook scoffed. "Then what did you mean by that?"

"Uh – I just meant, uhm, it's my first time seeing a penis in real life, okay? Of course I'm gonna get a little weirded out? I'm not talking bad about your penis." You say as you realized he must've thought that you were trying to insult him – which was not any of your intention. All of this is just genuinely new to you so he's getting your live and raw reaction.

"Stop calling it a penis," Jungkook groans.

You raised a brow. "What should I call it, then? Jabba the Hutt?"

A comical gasp leaves his mouth. "You're starting to seriously offend me."

You jut your bottom lip out.

"I'm sorry–"

"Stop apologizing," Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Can we just start getting onto this thing?"

At the mention, you kneeled upright once again and planted your palms on his thighs. You've always noticed but now you really appreciate how they are so huge and muscular.

You take a deep breath. Ducking down further to Jungkook's crotch, you try to remember the Reddit post you've read fifteen minutes before you came over to his apartment. It was a quick read that you decided to do at the last minute because you thought that even though Jungkook agreed to teach you, you still need to do your part.

Tease him. That is apparently the first thing you need to do. The post told you to caress his thighs and – wait, what was it again? Your mind goes through a lot of things said in the mentioned Reddit post, jumping from one point to another, and you end up with a huge metaphorical block in your head. The words get blurred and your thoughts get tangled, and suddenly, you feel nervous as you stare at Jungkook's dick.

You hear him clear his throat, causing a pang of panic in you.

So you think, fuck it. You're here to learn, right? Surely, Jungkook wouldn't judge you if you're shit at this. Besides, no one's great at their first times, right?

You throw the lingering anxiety away and inhale subtly to gain some sort of courage.

Leaning down, you press your palms on his wide thighs once again, starting to kiss up the skin of the inner parts of one of them. It prompts Jungkook to jolt slightly, but it was barely noticeable, and you take it as a normal reaction, so you continue.

"T-that's really good."

"What is?" You ask meekly, eyelashes fluttering as you stare up at him to anticipate his answer. You always liked getting praises. Also, you need to take notes – at least only in your head. You're sure you'll remember them.

You find it weird when he avoids your gaze, but you shrug it off, listening when he says, "That's good you're doing that, kissing my thighs I mean." He clears his throat. "It's a good start. Gets your partner worked up."

Mentally writing that down in your head, you nod. You look at his crotch again, where his cock is still red and standing tall. Slowly, you wrap your fingers around the length of it, earning a sharp hiss from the man above you.

"Are you getting worked up?" You try to say, even though you're a little disturbed at how… firm his penis is in your head. You guess it makes sense, it looks hard so of course it feels hard. Above that, though, it feels warm, a contrast to your usually cold hands. You hope that wasn't the reason why Jungkook just let out that sound.

"I–yeah," He grunts. "You should… if you feel comfortable you should try to move your hand."

You hum. You adjust your fingers around the shaft of his cock. They don't exactly fit his circumference but you think you can manage, so you begin to slowly work your wrist up and down.

"Is this okay?" You whisper, looking up at him for an answer, only to meet his hooded gaze.

"F-fuck, yeah," He inhales a sharp breath. "S-some… it depends on the situation, but you can go faster than that."

You try to do it, and as Jungkook groans above you, you see the tip of his cock starting to ooze with something wet. You don't know what it is, but you think it's a good sign, especially when Jungkook seems to enjoy this whole thing.

As seconds pass by, you try to find a rhythm that makes him let out these certain sounds – sounds that weirdly make you hot, too. And as you do so, you find that he's only getting harder in your hold. You're curious as to why that is, but you don't want to ask him, afraid you'd ruin the moment, so you keep in mind to Google about it later when you get to your place.

"Shit. You're doing so well," Jungkook hisses as you press your thumb to the tip of his cock. You think you read that from the Reddit post. "And this is really embarrassing but I might not last if you keep doing that."

"What do you mean?"

"It means I'm going to cum anytime soon."

"Oh," you nod in understanding. "But, uh, I haven't even put it in my mouth yet?"

A chuckle leaves his mouth, you get a bit scared at how attractive that sounded to you.

"Yeah, but what you're doing right now, it's called a handjob–"

"'Cause I'm using my hand?" You butt in, feeling enlightened.

Jungkook lets out an amused scoff. "Basically. So men get off by just this if they're really aroused."

"So you're really aroused right now?"

He stares at you for a moment, scoffs and then shakes his head, but there's a small smile on his face as he says, "Yes."

"So–" you cut yourself off, not knowing how to transition to the thing you're planning to do. You think it would be quite silly to ask, but then you remember that you're literally here to learn. Jungkook told you he's willing to do it. "Do I just? Put it in?" You ask, clueless and meek, referring to Jungkook's dick in your hand.

He nods, face flushed. "Yes. Sure."

You just nod as you stroke his cock again, which had gotten wet overtime, but not wet enough in your own opinion. As you look at it again, you get a little apprehensive, wondering how it could fit in your mouth. You don't think your mouth is that flexible.

Jungkook must've noticed the way you're hesitating as he says, "We can do this next time. Or not. Just do it if you're really comfortable."

So you look up at him to give him an assuring grin. "It's fine. Just don't judge me if I do a really bad job at this, okay? It's my first time." You say, with a hint of playful tone in your words, but deep, deep down, you're a nervous wreck.

Jungkook chuckles in response, and in your utter (silent) surprise, he catches the stray of hair framing your face and tucks them behind your ear. Leaning down so his face levels with you, he whispers, "I'm gonna talk you through it, yeah?"

And talk you through it is exactly what Jungkook does.

"Yeah, fuck – keep going–" Jungkook groans above you, his fingers gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He asked you awhile ago if it's fine for him to do that in which you answered him that you don't mind. You think you like the way your scalp gets pulled when he grabs on a little harder than necessary. It's oddly… satisfying?

But you really couldn't fit him in your mouth, though. Not the entirety of him, you mean. You only got half of it in, and the whole time you can't stop thinking about gagging or worse, throwing up. But you shake them off, trying to focus on bobbing your head up and down around his cock.

"Right there… just like that. F-fuck, that feels amazing," Jungkook moans, feeling his fingers tighten their hold around your hair. Encouraged by his constant praise and comments, you try to keep your jaw hanging as much as possible, your hand stroking the parts of his cock your mouth is not occupying. It's a hard task, you concluded. When you lean down again to take him, Jungkook draws in a breath. "You're doing well, baby, but try to be cautious with your teeth, hm?"

You would be offended had he not said that in the most gentle voice ever, and had you not known his words don't hold any malice. And most especially if he had not used that pet name with such a sweet tone. And anyway, you've never been more conscious about your teeth, anyway. You were actually wondering if you can use your them in this situation – turns out, not. So that's another lesson you're taking note of.

You continue for a few minutes, jacking him off, experimenting on licking some parts of his cock, like the protruding vein that ran along the base of his dick and the head that had just gotten redder throughout the time. Jungkook seems to love what you're doing, considering his constant moans that you take as approval of some sort.

At some point, Jungkook suddenly calls your name in a breathy tone.

"Shit I'm going to cum,"

He did say earlier that he was gonna warn you. But really, what were you supposed to do when men say that? Having no idea, you continue your ministrations until Jungkook calls you again.

"Baby—"

You feel a zap of electricity run through your spine. Again with that pet name.

It's not that this is his first time calling you that. He actually lets the nickname slip sometimes – when he's teasing you for being spoiled, scolding you for being childish (like when you're purposefully defying your dad), or just at extremely random times like when he calls you to ask something, meaning he does it so without any thought. And given the context now, he's probably just saying it out of habit. Like maybe he calls his partners that when they're doing something like this.

Now, you're not the one to be affected by anything instantly. You're rather a pretty tame person, not a lot of things surprise you or make you flustered – but whenever Jungkook calls you that, it just feels so… weird. But definitely not in a bad way kind of weird.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth if you don't –"

You cut him off before he can finish. "Then you can cum in my mouth."

A shock expression paints his face. Wait – are you not supposed to say that to your partner?

"Y-you sure?" Jungkook asks once again.

You're relieve you didn't seem to say something wrong. Giving him a big nod, you pair it with a smile as you say, "Positive."

Besides, you want to know what cum tastes like. You already know what dicks are like, anyway, you think this is a perfect opportunity to add to your ever-growing knowledge.

The way he squirms is a tell-tale sign of his orgasm, and when he cums, it's with a pained – or pleasured – groan, paired with a husky, broken call of your name and a harsher tug on your hair that you liked. And in a few quick seconds, you manage to swallow the cum he shot in your mouth.

It doesn't really taste anything. It is salty, like others say, but not that salty. It wasn't bad, but doesn't exactly have a pleasant taste either. Just in between, you would say.

"You alright?" Jungkook asks as you let his cock free from your mouth and your hand, seeing it now limp and soft, a contrast to the rock hard image you've held a while ago.

You nod at his question, starting to stand up from the pillow below your knees and dusting them clean. Jungkook starts fixing his pants as well.

"Yep." There's discomfort in between your legs, so you rush to sit on Jungkook's bed, plopped down beside him. "So, how will you rate my performance?"

The huge grin on your face makes Jungkook scoff in amusement. It's like you didn't just suck his cock a minute ago.

"Ten ten. A plus, if you will."

There's a pout on your face when you look at him. "You're just being nice! Come on!"

Your insistence makes Jungkook laugh.

"I'm serious – listen, it wasn't perfect, sure, but it was a great experience for me." Jungkook laughs even harder when you just frown more at his words. But beneath that, you find it in your heart to leap happily inside your chest. He's saying you did well, right?

"Alright, I'm trusting your word." you playfully glare at him, pointing at his hard chest.

He chuckles even more. "Yes, silly." he boops your nose and you grow annoyed again. He always does that.

You roll your eyes when his laughter doesn't stop.

Standing up, you fix your pajama shorts. "Okay, I'm going," you tell him, turning to where his mirror is located at the corner as you check yourself out.

"Huh? It's in the middle of the night," he glances at the wall clock. "You can just stay over."

Yeah, sure you can. But the discomfort in between your legs is starting to gnaw at you. You want to change into some fresh pair of underwear, and you doubt Jungkook has some just hidden inside one of his drawers. If so, that would be odd but even then, you think it'd be somehow embarrassing to ask him to let you in the bathroom.

And besides, "I literally just live across from you."

"Fair point. But be careful on your way home."

You only hum but before you leave, you turn to Jungkook one last time, whose eyes are trained on you.

"Thanks by the way."

While you get to your apartment, you're unaware that Jungkook had just let himself fall dramatically on his bed, hands roughly brushing his face, as his mind replays the picture of you kneeling before him with his cock in your mouth.

He curses again and groans for the nth time since you left.

"She's going to kill me."

Jungkook also found that he actually liked a lot of the fraternity brothers. He made friends with a fellow rushee, Jimin, who laughed a lot, enjoyed Attack on Titan, and could chug champagne like it was soda. Jimin was outgoing and kind, not afraid to act silly or mess around. It was easy to become friends with Jimin and truthfully (though he won’t boast), it’s easy to become friends with Jungkook. He particularly found a few of the already established members quite interesting, like the sunshine Brother, Hoseok. Not only was Hoseok one of the most happy-go-lucky members, he was also a member of BTS’ dance team. He welcomed Jungkook with open arms and nursed his hangovers.

But the most notable members of the house were three legacy family members: the Kims.

Jin, the eldest, was not only extremely handsome, but also very energetic and liked to pick fights with anyone in his way. He could eat three packages of ramen all to himself, but also cook a five star meal for the rushees. Even hungover, he was handsome and he knew it, regularly referring to himself as “Campus-Wide Handsome.” And the girls seemed to love his arrogance.

Then there was Namjoon, who was smart as Apollo. The guy’s range of interests varies from philosophy (his major) to music history to quantum physics. Jungkook didn’t need to be a genius to know that he was sitting beside one. Teachers knew it too, but he wasn’t just known for his brains amongst the academic staff. One time, when Jungkook accidentally entered a professor’s lounge where he heard a female Professor refer to Namjoon as an “Oral God.”

Then there was the last one, Taehyung. To say the least, the youngest Kim was weirdest. Good looks run in the family and he was definitely model-worthy with a sharp jawline and piercing eyes. He didn’t care about school but did well enough to get by. He did care about Overwatch, reading about the sexual feminist revolution, volunteering at the community garden, and rolling a cross joint. The kid was all over the place, and that included his sex life. In the past month, Jungkook had seen guys and girls walk in with Taehyung, sometimes at the same time, and no one ever batted an eye. Taehyung defined his sexuality as “if you’re fuckable, you’re fuckable.”

Respect.

It was easy to get along with the Kims and the rest of BTS. The carefree air that lingered around the house made the whole first month of college everything he wished it would be. The excitement only amplified when he got inducted officially with the rest of the rushees, and preparations for the initiation party raised everyone’s spirit on campus.

Jungkook readied himself in his dorm room. He decided on dark jeans and a black button up with his sleeves rolled up to show off his collection of tattoos. He looked at his hand and wondered when he would get the next one. Maybe he’ll meet someone tonight who can stick and poke. He wonders what kind of people will be there.

Like most of the initiates, Jungkook arrived early to help set up and pregame. He joined Jin pouring back shots like it was water (“you can really hold your alcohol, Jeon,” Jin laughs). He helped Joon set up his DJ set (“jeez, maybe I should go to the gym more,” Joon comments as he watches Jungkook lift speakers up with relative ease). He watches Tae roll literally 5 joints in preparation for the night. Jungkook wasn’t much of a smoker but he appreciated the art form. “You’re really good,” Jungkook comments as he shakes one of the closed joints.

Tae gives a boxy smile. “Practice makes perfect,” he smirks.

Jimin peers over Taehyung’s shoulder. “Yeah, but ___’s are still better.”

Taehyung looks at his former freshman roommate as if he had been stabbed in the back. “Are you blind?” He asks lethally, before sparking his joint.

“You can roll faster but ___ rolls better,” Jimin offers, keeping a diplomatic smile on his face.

“Please,” Taehyung scoffs after taking a hit and passing it to Jungkook. “She wishes.”

Jungkook was about to ask who they’re referring to, but the first hit of a joint always gets him. He’s still not much of a smoker, so his brain becomes fuzzy and forgets. But he’ll figure it out later.

After the joint, more people come into the house for the pregame. Jungkook joins in a few rounds of beer pong while Namjoon starts deejaying. After a few songs in, Namjoon groans in frustration.

“What happened?” Sana asks, Hoseok’s latest fling, after she hits island. Jungkook and Jimin groan because they were just winning.

“I’m missing an aux,” Namjoon sighs.

“Oh!” Sana says, before missing her next shot. “Call ___. I don’t think she’s left her apartment yet.”

Namjoon claps his hands before patting himself down for his phone. He pulls out his phone and turns the music down slightly. After just a few rings, he says, “Yo, ____. You still home..? Word, can you bring me an aux…? Yeah, yeah, I miscalculated… Dude, shut up. I made one mistake… over my dead body you’re the smarter one…. Don’t ruin the party because of your pride… okay, fine! Yeah, see you soon.”

“Difficult as ever?” Hoseok laughs, despite missing his shot.

“You know her,” Namjoon sighs.

Jungkook has now heard your name twice. It seems like everyone knows you but him. And curiosity makes the heart go stronger. He’s about to ask about your identity but Jimin calls for redemption and actually makes it. Victory removes you from Jungkook’s present consciousness as he shouts in glory, clapping his friend on the back. He’ll meet you later.

The party picks up in the next hour. Music blasts through the house, and people are committing age appropriate debauchery throughout the dance floor, hallways, and lawn. Jungkook is talking with Tae, Joon and Jimin at the kitchen island when he hears your name pop up again. “Oh, ___ hooked up with him,” Jimin notes.

Taehyung lets out a loud laugh. “Haha, so did I.”

Joon joins in the laughter. “Does she know?”

Tae shrugs, “but I can’t wait until I let her. She’ll be pissed.”

“Yeah,” Jimin agrees. “Isn’t that like one of her rules?”

Before Taehyung can confirm or deny, Jungkook asks, “Who’s ____?”

His three frat brothers stare at him intensely, a combination of shock and confusion splayed across their faces. “What?” Jungkook asks, feeling as if he committed a sin.

“You haven’t met ___ yet?” Namjoon asks, scratching his head.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Jungkook shrugs.

“But she’s here a lot,” Jimin adds.

“Eh, not as much,” Taehyung objects. “She’s been holed up in her apartment, working on apps and trying to get a campus job. Think she just got one at the library.”

“She a friend of yours?” Jungkook asks.

“No, she’s my cousin,” Namjoon clarifies.

“Cousin?” Jungkook repeats with wide eyes. He then looks at Taehyung and then asks, “Yours too? There’s more of you at the school?”

“Sister,” Jimin corrects. “Tae’s sister.”

“You have a sister?” He asks loudly.

“Twin sister,” Taehyung clarifies with a wag of his eyebrows.

“Whoa,” Jungkook breathes. He’s not so sure why he’s surprised by this information but he thought he’d met all of the Kims. And now there is a female one, with possibly similar features to Taehyung. No one can deny that Taehyung is a good looking dude, but imagining him as a girl just seemed… strange.

“Can’t believe you haven’t met her yet,” Jimin laughs. “____ is a riot.”

“How so?”

Namjoon chuckles knowingly, “gotta see her to believe her. She’s just as much of a menace to society as Taehyung.”

“I’m a highly valued member to this campus,” Taehyung snaps with a glare. “I bring spontaneity to you lifeless heathens.”

“Let’s put it like this,” Jimin says. “If Taehyung is chaotic evil-“

“Chaotic neutral,” Taehyung interjects.

“Nah,” laughs Namjoon.

“- then ___ is lawful evil,” Jimin continues, ignoring his brothers interruptions.

“A menace nonetheless,” Namjoon laughs.

Taehyung sighs. “She could do so much more damage if she didn’t have a rulebook the size of our university handbook.”

Before Jungkook could even ask what that means, his inebriated concentration switches to focus on Jin’s loud voice overshadowing the EDM bass blasting throughout the house. “Make way! Coming through! We got a loser here!”

The crowd of people that loiter at the kitchen entrance move aside sloppily for the eldest Kim. Jungkook sees Jin’s head bob through before he sees that he’s pushing someone else by the shoulders through the herd. “Ugh, come on, Jin. I just got here!” A feminine voice whines.

“Silence! Keg stand!” Jin shouts.

Jin pops through with a girl in front of him. Jungkook doesn’t believe in love at first sight but he may be wrong. He feels like he’s been smacked in the face. He can’t help but stare. The girl has shiny hair tied in a bun at the top of her head, plump red lips, and sharp eyes and jawline. She also looks good as hell, wearing a dark bodysuit with a zipper that’s showing off ample cleavage. Even underneath the black jogger type pants, he can tell she’s fit in all the right spots. Jungkook even likes the earring you chose, silver dangly ones that accentuate the column of your neck. “Good god,” he breathes.

Jungkook is snapped out of his awe when the girl stops dead in her tracks, causing Jin to bounce off of her. She glares directly at Jungkook with piercing eyes. He can only blink.

“Are you just going to stand here while I get harassed?”

Jungkook points at himself but before anyone can say anything, Namjoon speaks.

“Did you play Rock Paper Scissors again?” He asks dryly, unfazed by the harsh tone.

“So?”

“Well, you walked yourself into that mistake,” Taehyung shrugs. “You always lose.”

She sticks your tongue out. “Some brother you are.”

Brother? Jungkook’s eyes exchange back and forth between Taehyung and you. This is the female Kim? Truthfully, it makes sense - you do give off the air of a fuckboy. It suits you better than the rest of them even.

Your eyes shift to Namjoon and say, “The aux is on your stand. I do so much good for this family, and I’m paid back in betrayal.”

“You’ll be fine,” Namjoon dismisses as he heads off back into the living room.

“All right, all right,” Jin urges as he places his hands back on your shoulders to shove you out the door. “Stop stalling, ___. Go to your punishment like a good girl.”

“Ew, never call me that again,” you grimace as you head out to the porch.

Jungkook can only watch as you go outside, following the sway of your hips and your proud chin. Despite being destined for alcohol poisoning, you go with pride and air of indifference. Jungkook always had a thing for the way girls walk away. One of his few weaknesses.

Taehyung watches as his new frat brother stares at you. If Taehyung had been a different brother, maybe a misogynistic one with a sister complex, he’d be disgusted or enraged by the way Jungkook looked at you. But truthfully, Taehyung is used to the way that men look at you. Trying to deny your outstanding Kim genes would be denying his own. And that would just be false.

And truthfully, Jungkook passed Taehyung’s vibe check off that bat. When he appeared at their booth during orientation week, Jungkook appeared with a shy smile and a sparkle in his eye. Despite Jungkook appearing to be big and bad with tattoos and slick wavy hair, the kid had an infectious laugh and seemed genuine. Their later interactions only proved Taehyung right -- the kid was cool. He was competitive without harboring serious rage, could pull off imitations flawlessly, and could make a mean pork belly dish. He was a trooper through initiation too - could handle the jokes and obscene antics the house put him through. It was hard not to like him.

Taehyung knew his twin well. You’d totally fall for someone like Jungkook, maybe even hard enough to obliterate the rulebook that not even Taehyung could understand.

Interesting…

“Hey, Jungkook,” Taehyung says, snapping Jungkook out his awe.

“What?” Jungkook asks, turning his head back to your twin.

“You dropped something,” Taehyung notifies him, looking to the empty ground.

Jungkook, in his inebriation, looks down and then looks back at Taehyung. “What’re you talking about?”

“Your dignity,” Tae smirks. “It’s right there.” He taps the ground with his foot. Jimin snickers in the background.

“Oh,” he murmurs awkwardly. “Sorry, Man. I just didn’t expect that to be your… sister.”

“I’m just fucking with you,” Taehyung chuckles, clapping Jungkook on the back for reassurance. “Ogle her all you want. She’s a Kim after all.”

Jungkook’s face twists with confusion. “Wait what?”

“Trust me, Bro,” Jimin smiles, nudging Taehyung in the side. “He does not care.”

Taehyung smiles diabolically, similar to that of the Joker. “I’d actually pay you twenty dollars if you manage to hook up with her.”

“Dude, what?” Jungkook asks, bewildered.

Taehyung gives him an appraising look. “Yeah, you’re totally her type. Bad boy on the outside, good boy on the inside. She loves that shit.”

This may be the strangest conversation Jungkook has ever experienced in his life. He’s never seen anyone try to pimp out their sister before. Kims really are born different. All he can do is shift in his stance.

“___ will eat you alive,” Jimin laughs wildly at the prospect. “You know what I said about lawful evil-”

Taehyung elbows Jimin in the side before he can go on. “Give it a go, Bro.”

Jungkook narrows his eyes at Taehyung. “This sounds like a scam.”

Your twin puts his hands up to prove his innocence. “No scam. My sister is her own woman. She can hook up with whomever she wants to, who am I to deny her of a golden boy?”

“You won’t try to deck me in the face if I try?” Jungkook asks skeptically.

Taehyung scoffs. “I’m a frat boy, not a caveman. Come back to the 21st century, Jeon.”

Before Jungkook can further question your twin, Jin pops his head through the kitchen window. “Yo, Jeon, get out here. I need you to help me lift my cousin for Keg Stand.”

“Destiny calls,” Taehyung smirks.

“Y’all are different,” Jungkook mutters under his breath before he heads out.

Once he’s far enough away from Jimin and Taehyung, the smaller frat brother leans in and says, “That’s kinda mean, Dude.”

“How so?”

“You know ___ won’t go for a BTS guy. Rule Number whatever. You ran him into an impossible bet.”

Taehyung shrugs. “We didn’t actually bet anything. And…I have faith in that one.”

Jimin raises his eyebrows. “What makes you say that?”

“Call it twin-telepathy.”

“___ didn’t even notice him.”

“Oh, she will,” smirks Taehyung. “She can’t help herself around guys like him. I’m over her self-imposed limitations. It’s boring.”

Outside, Jungkook moves through the quickly growing crowd to watch you headstand. People pull out their phones and holler your name to cheer you on. You wave and smile like the Queen of England.

“Come on, __!”

“Do it for the girls!”

“Put her in her place, Kim!” Someone shouts for Jin.

You point to the guy in the crowd. “Watch it, MJ. I’ll outrun you down Greek Row again.”

“I was on Molly! I got distracted.”

“Sounds like a loser,” you counter with an innocent shrug. Jungkook notices your performative innocence dwindle when he approaches you and the Keg stand. He notices the way that your eyes look him up and down. Maybe Taehyung was right.

“Jeon, meet my cousin, ___,” Jin says formally. “___ meet Jungkook. He’s the latest - ouch!”

You’re too interested in the boy in front of you to notice Jin rub his head with irritation. So interested that you don’t see Taehyung motioning for Jin to keep his mouth shut. Instead, you put your hand out to Jungkook. “___,” you smile.

Jungkook takes it and gives you a shake. “Jungkook. Nice to meet you.”

“Ah, I have heard about you.”

“Strange,” Jungkook says coyly with a tilt of his head. “I’m just hearing about you tonight.”

“All good things I hope.”

“I like to be my own judge of character.”

You smirk. “Well, I hope a Keg Stand will be enough to score high in your book.”

Jin watches the two of you flirt and grimaces at the sight. Unlike Taehyung, he’ll never get used to the sight of you flirting. You were the little cousin who used to make mudpies and spook him with scary stories during family camping trips. It was an odd sight to watch you flirt your way into nearly any man’s heart. “Okay, okay,” Jin interrupts. “Enough. You have to hold Keg until you’re sputtering.”

Any indication of sweetness leaves your face as you turn back to your eldest cousin. “Dude, I just got here,” you re-emphasize. “I like this outfit.”

“Fine. Let’s make a bet then.”

Your eyes light up. “Whatcha got in mind, Seokjin.”

“Bet you can’t hold it for 10 seconds.”

“Oof, bet,” you snort. Jungkook finds your confidence (and apparent alcohol tolerance) extremely adorable. He doesn’t doubt you; he just finds it amusing for someone to match Jin’s energy. “If I win, you have to go pantless the whole night.” The crowd (including Jungkook) laugh at the prospect.

“Back at ya,” Jin glares. His eyes hone in on Jungkook and says, “All right, muscle pig. Hoist her up.”

Jungkook looks down at you and asks, “You really doing this?”

“Hmmm, maybe you really haven’t heard a lot about me,” you tease with a wink. Jungkook feels his stomach clench at the sight of your pretty eyes, especially when you take the tub to your lips. “Just don’t drop me.”

She’s trouble, the angel on Jungkook’s shoulder notes.

She’s fun, the devil counters.

“I’d catch you” Jungkook winks back.

“All right, on three, Jeon,” Jin commands. “Someone is filming this, right? I gotta send it to your mom.”

“Leave her out of this!” You snap.

“THREE!” The crowd yells

“It’s payback for last year, Demon.”

“TWO!”

“Oh, never going to live that down,” you grumble before shoving the tube between your lips.

“ONE!”

Together, Jin and Jungkook lift you upside down. Jungkook hears you glug back the light beer with shut eyes and hands clutching the sides of the table until your knuckles go white. The crowd counts with anticipation. He’d seen other guys at Keg Stand throughout the night and it never brought it in this kind of crowd. But he decides that it must be because you’re the first girl tonight, or it’s because of the bet that stands between you and Jin. Or it’s just you. You Kims really are a different breed.

“EIGHT!” The crowd shouts.

“I’m not taking care of you tonight,” Namjoon shouts through the window.

“NINE!”

“Come on, Sis! I got twenty bucks on you!” Taehyung hollers.

“TEN!” The crowd shouts, clapping wildly. You don’t come down though.

“Fuck,” Jungkook exhales.

“Eleven?” A few people in the crowd say. Phone lights don’t die, and Jungkook can’t believe you’re still holding yourself up there.

“STOP BEING A SHOW OFF!” Jin shouts.

“TWELVE!” The crowd applauses before you tap Jin’s arm. Jungkook and Jin set you down at your request, and the crowd begins cheering for you. You wobble to stand up but put your hands up in victory. You let out an award worthy burp, deep and rumbling. Jungkook can’t help but laugh.

“Pants… off…” You grumble before you wipe your chin of excess beer.

Jin may be hot-headed but he’s a fair guy. This is what the crowd really hollers at, when he strips himself off his pants. He makes a whole show of it, causing people to whip out their phones again. He tosses the garments into the crowd and a few girls battle for it. While Jin steals the show, you lean against the railing of the porch and pull out a carton of cigarettes, Marlboro Reds.

Jungkook stands beside you. “All right, you got some serious respect points for that.”

You take the cigarette between your lips and smile lazily. “Yeah, anything to shut Jin up,” you nod. You offer him to take one but he shakes his head. “Ah, good for you.”

“Cowboy Killers.”

You let out a short laugh and a puff of smoke is produced from your lips. “I haven’t heard anyone refer to them as that before.”

“At least you don’t roll them,” Jungkook chuckles. “That would be some real backwoods shit right there.”

“Not that drunk yet. Give me another few beers and I’ll be stealing my brother’s stash.” You grimace at your own words. “Ugh, it’s a beer night, I guess.”

“Yeah, mixing is never worth it.”

“Never,” you agree as you ash the cig off the porch. You look at Jungkook appraisingly, the same way that Taehyung had look at him earlier. It was uncanny to see your similarity to him. You both had the same air of mystery and arrogance. It looked even better on you. “You new here? Haven’t seen you around before.”

“Yeah, I transferred in this year.”

“Aah, what do you study?”

“Planning on film studies.”

“Ooh, a filmmaker?”

“Yeah, that would be the plan.”

“Oh, very nice. Gotta ask, favorite movie?”

“The famous film major question.”

“Yeah, yeah, basic, I know.”

“La La Land is a favorite, good ending,” Jungkook nods as he leans against the porch with his arms crossed. “I also like anime movies. Your name is iconic.”

“An anime boy,” you say approvingly as you take another drag. “No wonder you're friends with my family.”

“You too?” Jungkook smirks.

“Naturally.”

“Got opinions on Attack On Titan?”

“Who doesn’t?”

Jungkook never expected to have a lengthy debate on the historical parallels of Attack On Titan at a fraternity party, but he was definitely not opposed. He watched the slow switch from you go from the “Cool Girl” to “Weeb” in a matter of minutes. He then saw the transition into student, where you reveal that you plan on majoring in Psychology, aiming to become a therapist like your uncle. He found it funny when you began to demonstrate basic psychological interpretations based on body language. There were many sides to you, not just the hot girl that got dragged through the party to get publicly shamed by her family.

“Yeah, okay, so I shake my leg,” Jungkook says as he finds two empty (but unused) solo cups. He fills them up to the brim and goes on, “doesn’t mean that I have anxiety or ADHD.”

You put your hands up to highlight your benevolence. “No shame in either. All the Kims could get a DSM-V diagnosis in a heartbeat.”

Jungkook chuckles as he passes you your cup of beer. “What’s yours?”

“Probably anxiety too,” you nod as you tap cups to cheers.

“It’s a gen z thing.”

“Definitely.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says as he leans back against the railing, but leaning in towards you. “What else does my body language say?”

You narrow your eyes and tap your fingers against the wood. “You want to fuck me.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows raise, partially out of shock and partially out of awe. “What’s my tell?” He asks curiously.

“Well,” you start as you take a step closer to him. Jungkook doesn’t step back, but does lean up. “You’re still talking to me about pop psychology at a frat party, your first one ever. And you could be talking to almost any other girl here, but instead you chose to stay here and get read by me.”

“Not afraid of a little psychoanalysis,” Jungkook shrugs. “It’s good to stay in touch.”

“And you keep stealing glances at my tits.”

‘

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek. “I’m trying to be respectful about it,” he explains. “Kind of hard to avoid when I have to look down at you.”

You smirk. “No need to blame it on height. I know what I’m wearing.”

“Ah, so maybe the reverse psychology is that you like being looked at…”

You give a nod of approval. “Not bad. It sounds like there is a but though.”

“But…” Jungkook says, elongating the T, “you’re cautious.”

You blink. At first Jungkook thinks he may have pushed a button. Trtuhfully, he is being a little bold with a girl he just met but you seem to be cool with the read. “Ooh, say more, Jeon.” Your voice is halfway between a tease and genuine curiosity. You may even be having fun.

Jungkook laughs, a little bit out of relief. “You mind if I touch you.”

“Consent approved.”

“Cool,” Jungkook nods. He gently taps to the zipper that stops midway on your chest. “That zipper could go much lower, but you stopped it right in the middle. Teasing, but not as much as you could be, which makes me think, cautious. You got limits, Kim.”

You begin to clap. “You pick up things fast.”

Jungkook takes a chug of his drink. “I’m bullshitting right now, but I’ll take the compliment.”

“You could do much worse.”

“So what kind of limits are we talking here?”

You scoff. “We all have limits.”

“Jimin called you lawful evil.”

You roll your eyes and laugh. “So, you have information prior to our body language exchange. That’s cheating. I take back my compliment.”

“Hey, I’m working with what I got here. This isn’t easy.”

“No, but it’s fun. What else you got, Jeon? Just based on us two right now. Not on any of the other bullshit the BTS guys have said.”

Danger, says the Angel on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook licks his lips, which have suddenly gone dry despite the copious amounts of liquid he consumed throughout the night. He looks at your eyes, which are very pretty. They’re intense, and he feels like he might fall into them if he leans in too much. Despite the look being familiar, on you, it feels much more powerful.

“You want to fuck me too,” Jungkook says. It’s not his usual boldness. He prefers to do things more subtlety, not wanting anyone to feel uncomfortable. But, you seem right in your comfort zone. Especially when a smile grows on your lips.

“Attaboy.”

“Can I have my compliment back now?”

Your eyebrows raise this time. “Is that all you want? A compliment.”

“I’m pretty sure ‘Words of Affirmation’ scored second on my love language test.”

You let out a bark of a laugh that almost makes you spit out your drink. Jungkook finds it truly entertaining (and endearing) the way you flip flop between flirt and a twelve year old boy. Once you’re done laughing, Jungkook makes the bold decision to reach out and wipe some of the beer off your chin. A new side of you makes an appearance, one that seems more docile and curious than before. It’s not quite flirtatious, but it’s definitely curious.

“Sorry,” Jungkook says before licking his thumb. “Don’t want you to smudge your lipstick.”

You pop your lips. The look is back, and so is the flirt. “I highly doubt that.”

Fun, the Devil reminds him.

Jungkook can’t help but smile like a twelve year old boy now. His cheekbones probably hurt from smiling this much, and his ears are probably turning bright red. He touches his own ears to feel the heat. You really are a Kim. “You’re trouble.”

“You haven’t seen half of it.”

“Making big promises out here, ___,” he murmurs before taking a sip of his beer.

You tilt your head to the woods. “I’d rock your shit right out there in the woods, if you want.”

His eyes go big. “The woods? Seriously?”

“Why not?”

“I mean, jeez, we’re in a house. We could do it on a bed.”

“Oh, live a little.”

“Live a little,” he repeats while laughing. “What if your family sees me fucking you? How would you feel about that?”

You shrug. “It’s not like they haven’t before.”

“Dude, what?”

“Not like that! Jeez, what kind of hentai are you into, Stepbrother.”

Jungkook lets out a loud laugh this time. Not just because it’s a funny joke, but because of the irony. You join in unknowingly, but he lets you in on the secret. “I mean, I guess that is true.”

Your face drops. “You fucked your step sister?”

“No, no, no,” Jungkook says quickly, but still high from his laughter. “I mean, well… I am kind of a step brother figure to you now.”

You blink slowly before looking at your drink. “I’m so confused. I’m not that drunk.”

“Well, I rushed into BTS. So, I guess by technicality, we can pull off this hentai sub-genre if you want.”

And suddenly, nothing seems so funny anymore. Jungkook sees something flash across your face. He doesn’t know what emotion it is - disgust, horror, or shock. Maybe it’s definitely a switch from the girl who just offered to fuck him in the woods. He feels so oddly out of place right now, and isn’t quite sure where he fucked up. Even the angel and the devil don’t know what to say.

“You’re one of the new initiates,” you say, almost as if it were obvious. “This night… is for you?”

“I mean, kind of. And some of the other guys, like Jimin.”

You rub your forehead. “I knew about Jimin. But I didn’t know about you.”

“I’m pretty drunk, but I wasn’t that confused until now,” Jungkook admits wearily. “Sorry, did I go too far-”

“No, no,” you say quickly, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was totally coming onto you.”

“Yeah, I thought we both were,” Jungkook agrees, relief washing over him. But it was replaced with just genuine confusion now. “But… now we’re speaking in the past tense.”

“Yes, we are,” you say softly as you remove your hand.

Jungkook looks up to the night sky, looking for some answers or clarity. He’ll honestly take whatever, and he gets courage. So, he looks down at you and says, “Not that you owe me an answer, but I gotta ask, what just happened?”

You sigh, letting your lips flutter. “You were pretty spot on when I said I have limits.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I may be a hoe, but I have rules.”

“Ah, lawful evil?”

You snort. “Yeah, the rules maintain my lawful evil alignment.”

“And one of them is…”

“Rule #7: I don’t fuck BTS boys.”

Jungkook blinks a few time, as if that would help him absorb the information. Once he’s done absorbing, he simply says, “You don’t fuck BTS boys.”

“Yup,” you nod. “It’s just kind of too close to home. I got my cousins and brother in your fraternity, and that’s just a little too close to home for me.” You pause before looking back up at him and say, “I am sorry.”

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck and shrugs, “Hey, we all have rules. No harm, no foul.”

“Thanks for understanding. It is a shame though. I really would’ve rocked your shit.”

“Hey, I’m just glad you found out now and I wasn’t some major regret to you. Shit, that’s the last thing I would’ve wanted.”

You laugh lightly at that and take a sip of beer. He won’t know until another year and a half but you do really find it a shame that he’s in the same fraternity as the rest of his family. Tonight, you wish it could’ve been different. But neither one of you know that the future works in your favor.

But until then…

“Wait hold up,” Jungkook says after slamming his cup down on the railing. It’s a loud sound that makes you worry that he may react harshly to your nonsense rules, like some guys have in the past. Not that you can’t handle your own problems, but this kid is jacked and could really cause a scene if he wanted. But you know you have Jin, Namjoon, and Taehyung in the house just in case this gets out of hand, so you just stay in front of him. You don’t run off like you normally would.

“Rule #7?” Jungkook repeats loudly. “There are 6 other rules?!”

Your mouth fumbles because this is not the reaction you expect. No other guy that you’ve rejected (on rulebook principles) have even thought to ask you about the others. So all you can do is laugh, because it seems like Jungkook is different. A completely different breed.

“There’s actually 15,” you chuckle

“15?!” Jungkook shouts, so that nearby drunkards startle at the sound. He doesn’t notice because he’s too shocked by your reply to even care. He runs a hand over his face and exhales a long puff of air. “Smoke another cig, ___. I got to to know. Lay them on me. I need to understand your psychology now.”

So, that’s what you do that night. You tell Jungkook the outline of your sacred fuckgirl text. He laughs in between questions and eventually, you two move on from there. You learn some more stuff about him, like his dog Bam and his car. You play a few rounds of pong and dance together, but far enough to not touch each other. Neither one of you refuse to tempt fate, but both of you decide that you become friends.

Between tossed beer cans and workout gear was a Chewbacca-themed alarm clock ticking away the minutes until it would wake its owner with a recorded growl. You, still in disbelief you had slept with a man with Star Wars paraphernalia, quickened your pace.

Some would call you tactless, but you were simply realistic. What else could come out of meaningless breakfast offers and forced conversations if not minutes wasted on both ends?

By the time you had wiped your face clean and thrown the prior night’s clothes over your head, the sun had arced through the sky with an obstination better suited for the winter months. For it was not the light that had awoken you, but the quiet rumble of steps falling down staircases as those who lived in the party house began their morning clean-up.

This, you’d argue, was the worst part of falling asleep after a hook-up: avoiding the ‘walk of shame’.

And it appeared as if you weren’t the only one facing this conundrum.

You opened the door to see a figure lurked near the hallway’s end, fluffy hair peeking at the crowded living room. The young man stuck close to the wall as if he were one with it, desperate to remain hidden. His coffee-colored eyes scanned the scene as if envisioning a multitude of escape routes and calculating their likelihood of success. His frown said that he wasn’t too pleased with the conclusion.

The sigh was a familiar one – one that had been directed towards you one too many times.

“Jungkook?”

His shoulders jumped as if he were the hare to your fox, fight or flight senses kicking in at your abrupt arrival.

Jeon Jungkook. Captain of the debate team, frequent charity donor, homework answer sharer, your seatmate, and the last person you’d ever expect to encounter on a Sunday morning.

His neck, besmeared with an array of violent hickeys, whipped towards your standing figure. He shushed you with a finger to his pink lips – an image you’d seen whenever you would bother him with useless remarks in the middle of a lecture.

You crept beside him, crouched to copy his pose. Though you nodded, your mind meandered yonder. The Jeon Jungkook you knew from History and the Jeon Jungkook who wore beer-stained Hawaiian polos appeared as two separate entities. One you were familiar with, the other you were unsure of.

He fixed his hands through his hair and buttoned his shirt higher, clearing his throat with a demure smile better suited for school hallways than sticky trash-covered floors. “Hey, you,” his voice cracked, causing the ‘you’ to sound like two words smashed together.

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” His brows raised as if the answer hadn’t been right in front you – which it had been, in the form of violet blotches and scratch marks across his sun-blessed skin.

“Did you trip down the stairs and pass out?” You half-joked. It was arduous to imagine how the teacher’s pet who did algebra for fun could find himself in the same spot you were in. ‘It’s relaxing!’ He’d argue, before timing himself on his Samsung’s stopwatch and beginning another worksheet while waiting for the professor. You were more inclined to believe the scratch marks had come from some cat Jungkook had pet-sat than someone he had fucked a room across yours.

His doe eyes grew, as if both offended and bewildered. “Do you seriously not-” The approaching sound of steps slashed his sentence short.

They must’ve been done cleaning the living room – which meant they were heading straight towards you.

Jungkook had always been quick to raise his hand during lectures. It was as if he was in constant competition with himself, as no one else bothered. And his answers were always right.

You weren’t sure if this one was; not when he nearly dislocated your shoulder dragging you up to a stand, and especially not when he shoved the pair of you into the nearest room.

With the precision of a bomb defuser, he closed the oak door as silently as his sweaty palms could.

“Jungkook, what-”

He pressed the rough pad of his fingertip to your lips.

Imprisoned within the cage of your ribs, a nestled heart thud.

This was the closest you’d ever been to him.

In the dim room, light fragments leaked from the doorframe’s gaps and highlighted his face in soft shades. You thought about sunlight: how it travelled at a nearly instantaneous speed, how distant it journeyed if only to linger on him, and how, in its earliest hours, it turned Jungkook’s brown eyes into honey.

This close, you felt more than heard the pace of his breathing; the warm air caressed your forehead as he leant past you to make sure the door was shut.

The silence allowed you to observe the room you had been pulled into, though you found it to be less of a room than you’d given it credit for. While the floor and lower shelves were crammed with an assortment of shoeboxes and house slippers, the upper half was littered with winter coats and gear. In the limited space, you could hardly exhale without your chest touching his.

It was a closet. Jungkook, in his panic, had trapped you both in a closet.

Beyond the door was the loud banter and cacophony of people as they cleaned up the prior night’s apocalyptic aftermath. Crushed plastic cups. Mops against floors. Changed bed sheets.

The two of you waited. A minute passed. Then, another. And another. They continued to clean the area outside where you hid, each too-close step causing him to flinch.

Whether it be his proximity or your ennui, you could no longer take it.

“Okay, you might have a problem with being seen but I don’t.” Your movement stirred a response from his then rigid frame. He had to maintain his golden boy reputation, after all. You, contrarily, had no notoriety of which you were caged by. The general population didn’t care about you the way they did Jungkook. The simple miracle of him attending a party would already be made a spectacle by Monday.

He reached for your wrist as you clutched the doorknob. His pout (which was horrendously endearing) compelled you to pause. “Please.” He kept your gaze, as if it were an insurmountable fact that one didn’t go against his wishes when faced with such a guise. You loathed how he was right.

“Fine, at least entertain me,” you whispered. Already, he looked as if he regretted not letting you go. “I’ve never seen you at a party before. Didn’t think you were the type to hook-up.”

You’d expected him to flush at your confrontational assumption, rather than the raised brow and head tilt you were met with. “And why’s that?”

“Because you’re so… you.” At his look did you shrug, rattled mind settling for the first adjective it thought of. “You’re cute.”

“Cute?”

“What? It’s a compliment.” You pat his head.

“What am I? A dog?” He huffed, blown air inflating his cheeks. He swatted your hands away and crossed his arms. You didn’t think it was a good time to point out how, in that moment, he very much looked like the kicked puppy he tried not to be. “You know, I’m not as innocent as you think I am.”

“Evidently not,” you said. “Or you wouldn’t be here, stuck in a closet with me, sneaking out after a one night stand.”

“Who said anything about a one night stand?”

Your brow raised. “You have a partner?”

The dark did little to conceal the crimson burn of his cheeks and ears. “No, but I’m just saying. I hypothetically could have one. You don’t know me.”

“We’ve been seatmates for five months, Jungkook.”

“And not once have we actually talked.”

“Unless I’ve been talking to your secret twin, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“You complaining about our prof everytime she gives out an assignment isn’t a conversation.”

“Only because you’re a teacher’s pet.” You huffed. While he might not have appreciated your circadian quips, you didn’t think it was the worst seatmate bonding time. “Which brings me to my next question: why’d you go last night?”

“I can’t go to parties like a regular college student just because I’m me?”

You sent him a pointed look because, yes, you didn’t think he went to parties like a regular college student. While you might not have known what he got up to during his free time (seeing as he didn’t have social media), you were certain that none of it involved vomiting in his grandmother's antique vase after declining a three-way with his dealer and her boyfriend – something that has totally never happened to you.

“What?” he whined.

“Who’s the lucky person that managed to drag the golden boy away from his studies?” If you were sure of anything, it was this: infatuation led people to the most unexpected of places. For what other reason would you stay entrapped in a closet with a man in a Hawaiian polo?

His hair, as wavy as a stygian sea, bounced as he shook his head.

“If you don’t tell me, I might accidentally start speaking too loudly,” you teased, voice rising in volume.

Panicked, he placed his palm over your lips. “Keep your voice to a whisper.” He sighed, relenting. “I… I came last night because I wanted to see you.”

You blinked.

“To see me?”

His bunny teeth gnawed his lip. “I’ve always thought you were kinda cool.” His hands rose to cover his overheated ears. “C’mon, you definitely know I like you. I always act like such an idiot around you.”

You didn’t know. How could you have possibly known when he never spared you a second glance?

Reading your disbelief, he continued. “You don’t remember the notepad incident?”

The cogs in your brain turned until a memory snapped to the surface; one of him leaving his desk unattended during lecture, and you ruffling through his post-it notes out of boredom (because for reasons unknown to you, he had dozens in numerous colors). What you weren’t expecting to find were short letters—if they could even be called that—written in the backs of them. They talked about infatuation and the art of unrequited passion, thoughts you’d never associated Jungkook to having. So engrossed in their messages, you hadn’t realized when he had come back. “Who’s this about?” you had asked him as he swiped his stationary back from you, face flushed.

“You said it was poetry.”

He groaned. “What about all the times I let you copy off my homework?”

“I thought you were just being nice!”

Jungkook pouted, his foot softly stomping in frustration at your idiocy. “I’m not that nice.”

“Then why didn’t you approach me?” You hadn’t seen him the entire night.

He took a step back. “You were… busy.”

“Oh.” Your stomach dropped. “Jungkook, I-”

“No, no,” he panicked. “You don’t have to explain yourself, you don’t owe me anything. Seriously.”

“But I still feel bad.”

“Well, don’t, it’s not like I didn’t… yeah.”

“Well, the past is the past.” You forced him to meet your eyes with a tug of his chin. “We can always make up for lost time.”

His adam’s apple bobbed. “What?”

Your hands trailed his arms, surprised at the hard muscle. He shivered as you blew on his ear. “I’ve always thought you were cute, too.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes, really,” you giggled. “You don’t think I have good taste?”

“If you did, I would’ve fucked you last night.”

You liked this bolder Jungkook. The one who met your gaze rather than shied from it.

“Well, if you had approached me, maybe you would have.” Your hands trailed his chest. “But we can always do it now.”

“What? Now? There are people outside.” His words supposed one thing but the hands resting on your hips said another.

“Should’ve thought of that before you dragged me in here.”

He curled inwards. “Sorry about that, by the way. I panicked.”

“Yeah, I could tell.” You pressed against his chest. The rise of his heartbeat drummed against your skin. “But if you hadn’t then I wouldn’t have been able to do this.”

The back of your hand grazed his crotch.

The teasing motion awoke in him something you had yet to see. His eyes darkened as he took a step closer to you, hands spread against the door behind you. He trapped you between his arms, his breath cascading across your skin. So slowly did he lean in that your wrist’s pulse began to tick like clockwork, as if it too were counting the seconds until he closed the gap.

When he did, you were knocked breathless.

His kiss was rough, not at all like the way he pressed against you. It was soft and passionate. Strange yet comfortable. Everything and nothing like you’d expected from this Jungkook.

Your hands ran through his hair, tangled in its softness. He tasted like mouthwash and smelled like baby power. He was the definition of intoxication, and you were content to be engulfed in his waters.

Pushing his hair from his eyes, he used his other hand to drag you closer to the center of his storm, the music of lips against lips a resounding orchestra. His giggles as you touched his neck were just as melodious as he wrapped his arms around your waist as if the closet were a ballroom and you were its guests.

There was no need for violas or harps, not when he pressed against you in harmonic promises. Soft groans fell from his lips faster than wisps of smoke dissipating after a lit candle had been extinguished. More than the fear of getting caught, you thought of the pressure of his hand on your back and his nose touching yours. You’d lost count of the times you had stepped on Jungkook's feet in the dark but his smile never dulled. He was the sun to whom you’d risk lighting yourself ablaze for even just a moment of his warmth.

In the eye of the storm, you were but a bird, flailing about until you could take off with outstretched wings and storm-swept feathers. You had taken care of a bird just like that in your adolescence, young and injured. You nursed it to health until its wings could carry its weight across the ether canvas. The next day, you’d seen a pack of hunting dogs and feathers across the field. You never took care of another wounded bird again.

You wondered if that were you, rising only to fall. It’d been years, yet the memory lingered. Would he only stay for as long as you were risen or would he be the genesis of your undoing?

Jungkook was infamous for all the wrong things yet loved for all the right ones. He was smart, diligent, outgoing – but he was also awkward, arrogant, and obsessive, only caring about his grades even if it meant putting his peers down and eating alone at breaks. He did internships and extracurriculars all day and studied until the break of dawn, but with every second that his rare attention was spent on you, your delusions that he was telling the truth about liking you grew bigger and bigger.

You were aware of all of this and still you fell into the depths of his being so completely that to let go of him would be to drown and never resurface. You didn’t believe that it was his intention to be so beguiling, but it didn’t stop him from entrapping you in the net that you had crafted yourself.

He liked you. Three words, he had said. Three beautiful words. When he looked at you like you were the answer to every question he had been asking the universe all his life, how were you supposed to want to let go? He said it once more against your lips. Then twice. Then thrice, until you no longer cared if you’d wake up the next day and find that only feathers remained. And so, you said those three words back, even if it would be the cause of your ruin.

You had no want for his reaction to your scarce genuinity. So when he inched away to confirm that he hadn’t misheard you, you pressed against him harder. “Did you-”

“Shut up,” you were quick to reply.

His tongue slipped between your lips. He sucked on the muscle as his once shy hands roamed behind you, squeezing your ass. Motivated by your soft groans, he ground his crotch against your front.

“I want you to fuck me,” you panted into his open mouth.

For a second, he stilled, as if shocked by the bluntness in which your words pierced him.

“You want that?” he tested the waters, resuming your kiss.

But you were impatient. “Please, Jungkook.”

“You really want our first time to be in a closet where anyone could hear us?”

“Yes,” you said. You wanted it. Needed it. “You could fuck me anywhere, I just need your cock in me now.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he groaned, unable to stop the jerking of his hips against you.

You smirked against his lips. “Really? Never thought my innocent little seatmate would be into this sort of thing.”

His eyes narrowed. “You really want me to prove it to you, huh?”

You played along. “I really don’t know what you mean.”

“You want me to treat you like the slut you are?” he teased. You shook, putty under his words. “You’re really sure?”

The dark rings in his eyes softened as he waited for your consent. His hands caressed the outside of your arms with a gentleness so sudden it gave you whiplash. Not that you needed his forbearance.

“Please, Jungkook, I want it.”

The heat between you returned at your panted answer. “You like being called what you are, huh?” The tone of his whisper made his voice that much more provocative.

“If I’m a slut, then what are you?” You eyed the marks on his neck with a grin.

He laughed as he dragged against your clothed core. His lips hovered over your own, smirking as you chased it when he pulled away. “You talk too much.” He tapped two fingers against your bottom lip. “Real sluts know what to do when I do this, don’t they?”

He pressed you harder against the door with his hips as you began to suck on his fingers. You had half a mind to tease him as he had teased you, but you had never been a patient person. Your tongue slobbered all over his digits as spit fell down your chin and onto your chest. You sucked and sucked; it rolled in your mouth the way you wanted to do to the cock rubbed against you. You humped him like a bitch in heat as his fingers reached as deep as they could in your mouth, trying to locate the spot that would make you gag.

He smirked at the sound when he found it. “Can’t even take my fingers? How is my cock ever going to fuck your warm throat?” His unoccupied hand applied pressure around your neck. You gasped at the new feeling and the delicious lightheadedness that came with it.

“Filthy slut, fucking some guy you barely know when you know I like you?” He grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. “Had to watch you act like a dumb whore just for some cock when you could’ve had mine so easily, baby. I had to fuck some random chick because of how hard your little outfit made me.” He grabbed your hand and placed it over his clothed crotch. “You feel how hard I am? This is all for you.” He sighed. “Whoring yourself out for some other guy and not even offering me your services? I’m disappointed in you.”

The prior night had been a drunken blur, and you could barely recall how you grinded against the stranger you’d spent the evening with. Apparently, he had seen it all; how that other man had almost fucked you in the middle of the dance floor, lips pressed against your neck, fingers pinching your nipples through your top.

Jungkook grabbed your face. He squished your cheeks together until your mouth opened. His tongue swirled in his mouth to collect his spit. “Say ‘ah’,” he cooed, before dripping his saliva down your throat. He used his thumb to push back the bits of it that leaked from the corner of your lips. “Swallow.”

Your body burned as you swallowed both your pride and his fluids. He pried open your mouth after he watched your throat bob to ensure you had swallowed every last drop. “Messy slut,” he degraded.

His lips collided with yours once more. A nasty, wet kiss, that left your toes curling and lower stomach fluttering. He sucked on the skin all around your face, dragging his tongue back and forth as if claiming ownership over you in the messiest way possible. He suctioned his way to your collarbone, only stopping to help you out of your top.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned. “I’ve jerked off to you so many times – even when I was fucking someone else last night, I thought of you. Do you know how difficult it was not to moan your name? I can’t believe I finally get to taste you.”

“But I wanna taste you first.” You pushed him away to unbutton his shirt.

His defined abs were a surprise in itself, but they weren’t what caused you to gasp.

“Okay, I know now that you’re not my innocent little classmate, but I didn’t expect this.”

‘This’ being the two metal rods pierced through his nipples.

He snorted at your genuine reaction. “Yeah, yeah, geek in the streets, freak in the sheets,” he said. “Now, suck.”

You didn’t need his command to lower your head and place his pierced nipple between your lips. You lapped at the left peak, the cool metal resting on your tongue.

He only bothered to unbutton and lift his pants low enough to free his cock. It bounced against his stomach, rockhard and covered with pre-cum.

Jungkook was huge. And he knew it.

“You’re…” There were millions of words in the dictionary, yet none could describe how wanton he left you feeling. His hands gripped the base and tapped it against his stomach. A droplet of cum leaked down the side, and it took all your mental strength not to drop to your knees right then. “Can I please suck your cock?”

He pet your head. “You’re only an obedient puppy when you want something, hm? Bet you say that to all the other guys you whore yourself out to.”

He pushed on you until you fell to your knees. You kept your gaze on how he licked his lips and looked down on you, though it was difficult when his large cock swang near you like a meal to the starved. He slapped his dick around your cheeks and forehead, his pre-cum rubbing across your closed eyelids to your chin. He avoided your lips.

You thought yourself akin to Tantalus, a man cursed by Zeus to stand in a pool of water beneath a fruit tree with low branches; when he’d go to drink, the water would recede, and when he went to eat, the branch moved out of reach.

“How badly do you want my cock in your dumb whore mouth?”

“More than anything.” Your hands tightened around his thighs. He still wore all his clothes, and the image was as teasing as the cock he continued to slap you with. “Only need you.”

“Oh, I know that, baby,” he said. “The question is whether you’re a good enough whore to deserve it.”

“Please let this whore suck your large cock,” you begged, taking a page from his book and staring up at him with puppy-dog eyes, mewling against his leg. “I’m just a dumb bimbo willing to do anything for cock.”

He, finally, tapped his length against your lips. You waited for his command before you licked the head, scared he’d retreat if you didn’t obey him.

“Open,” he said. A word you’d never been happier to hear.

Prepared now for his length, you held in your need to gag as you slid him down. His brow raised, impressed. “You must’ve taken a lot of cock down this throat, you’re too good at this.”

Deeper and deeper, he went. You winked when your lips met the base of it.

“You’re too fucking good, bet you have a line of guys dreaming about your pretty lips wrapped around them.” His hand pushed and pulled you harder, treating you as nothing more than a toy thats only purpose was to suck cock. “Do you know how my friends talk about you? They think you’re so pretty, baby. I can’t even blame them for talking about how much they wanna fuck you. Turn you into their cockslut. They’re so jealous that I get to see your cute face everyday. Of course, it’s not only your face that I look at.”

With the way your arousal increased with his every thrust, it was as if your mouth was connected to your hole.

The room filled with his heavy breathing. He bit his fist to keep quiet, conscious of the noise that continued to permeate the hallway a door away. You whined when he threw his head back, no longer able to watch how his skin pinked and his pupils widened at your ministrations.

Jungkook was ethereal, using your face as a glorified hole for his pleasure.

“Doesn’t take much to turn you into a cockslut, does it?” He pulled you to your feet, ignoring your complaints of wanting him back in your mouth. “You’re so easy that it’s almost boring.”

Every word out of his mouth made your core clench.

He turned you to face the wall and pulled your bottoms off to have access to your hole. You jumped when he lightly spanked your center.

When he noticed the ceiling hook directly above you, he grinned. “Lift your arms, slut.”

Your back to him, you couldn’t see how he grabbed one of your clothes and used it to tie your wrists to the hook. He adjusted it until he deemed you comfortable enough.

He pinched your ass, spreading your cheeks to reveal your winking hole. “Such a slutty fucking hole, all for me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you said. “All for you, only you.”

“You probably don’t even need to be prepped, huh? Sluts are always ready.”

Still, he sat down on his calves and began to trace you with the rough pads of his fingers. His other hand held onto your hips as you began to buck around, the touch so teasing that it left you desperate for more.

You were no stranger to sex and the pleasure that came with it, yet Jungkook’s touch felt so different from all the others you’ve been with. Even your own hands, hands that knew your body better than anyone else, paled in comparison to his teasing movements. He would give you just enough of what you needed before retreating, leaving your body in a constant tug and pull of ecstasy and wanting.

And then his lips. Plush and soft. He kissed around you before diving in, his tongue making a home for itself in you. The muscle wiggled around to touch your tight walls.

“I knew it,” he groaned, losing himself in you. “You taste so fucking good.”

Wads of his spit were shoved into you with his fingers. He would gather his saliva and finger it as deep as he could, repeating the process until you were overflowing. It wasn’t even that he was prepping you, you realized, he just loved turning you into a messy slut covered in him.

He spat onto your ass once more, massaging it into your skin.

“I’d ask if you were ready for my cock, but I know you are,” he said, pressing his chest onto your back and rubbing his length down your crack.

“I need it.” You rubbed your ass against his crotch, enticing him to fuck you full.

So, he did.

“It slid right in,” he moaned. “Do I have to thank whoever fucked you last night for loosening you up for me?”

You wanted to watch him, but the knots above you were too tight to turn. All you could do was hang pliant, nothing but a body to be used for Jungkook. After all his teasing, he didn’t wait for you to adjust to his ginormous length before bottoming out. His pace was rapid as he jackhammered into you.

Your mouth hung open, brain emptied in pleasure.

“I’m gonna need you to be quiet, baby,” he whispered in your ear. “Wanna be a good slut for me and keep that whore mouth shut, hm?”

You’d been left drunk by his words alone, the consonants and vowels swirled in your mind until all you could think of was the shaft that dragged against your insides. Back and forth. Back and forth.

“Nothing but a dumb little fuckhole for me to breed, isn’t that right?”

It became more difficult with every thrust to hold back your moans without hands to bite on.

“You like that?” He delivered a harsh thrust into you. “Want to be nothing but a cumdump? Gonna make you take all my cum, have it dripping down your thighs as you walk home, forced to think of me fucking you every step of the way there.”

“Fuck,” you hiss. “Feels so good.”

“Did I say you could speak?”

You whined when his cock slipped out, fearful that he might leave you unfinished. Instead, he rustled through your fallen clothes on the floor. When he stood, you had a suspicion of what came next.

He shoved the wad of lace into your parted lips.

“Snap your fingers twice if you want out, okay?”

He slid his cock back into you, moving at a slower pace this time. He would pull out until only his head remained, before violently shoving back in until his balls pounded onto your ass.

“I think I like you better like this,” he smirked as he tugged your chin to face him. He angled your face side-to-side, as one would inspect goods in a market. After a moment, he nodded in approval. You could imagine what he saw: a slut with snot dripping from their nose, tears raining from their eyes, and new marks littering their neck replacing the ones before it. “You know what I’d do if you were mine?” He sniffed your neck, hot breath tickling your skin.

Your head shook.

“I’d fuck your pretty ass until it’s dripping with my cum. Would plug you up and have you walk around and attend class, feeling all of my seed in your belly with every little movement you make. You wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything without my help, hm, baby? I’d turn you into a dumb little bimbo who needs me for even the littlest tasks.” Your eyes rolled at the purr of his tone as he whispered every single thing he’d do to you against the lobe of your ear. “Good sluts take whatever I give them.”

“I need that so bad,” your voice came out muffled from beneath the fabric. You wanted to tug your wrists from where he’d tied them above you and feel his skin beneath your palms.

He caressed your nape with a condescending laugh. “I know you do. I’d train you to be the perfect cumdump. My cumdump. Would have you wearing the shortest clothes and bend you over every surface so that everyone passing by could see your messy hole. And you’d love it, wouldn’t you? Would love everyone watching you, knowing that I’m the only one allowed to touch you… until I ask my friends to play with you, of course. I’m not that selfish.” You tightened around him. “Oh, you’d love to be passed around and gang-banged. You’d be so filled up with cum that your stomach would bloat.”

Clearly, he had an exhibitionist streak (among a plethora of other kinks). Something you should’ve guessed by how quickly his pants tented when you suggested fucking in a closet. Evidently, you had the same streak, if your clenched slit had anything to say for it.

“You’re so fucking tight. I never wanna leave this hole.”

You were thankful he had stuffed your ruined panties in your mouth lest he heard your mindless babbles as you neared your climax.

His hips began to thrust even faster than you would’ve thought possible. Your heart spiked as each motion made noise loud enough for the outside to hear – but you could no longer care, lost in the sensations of his hard cock belitting you into nothing more than a hole to fuck.

“You take my cock so easily. Didn’t even need much prep. You’re just a common whore, aren’t you?”

You feverishly nodded.

He reached around you to remove the wad of cotton from your mouth. “Where do you want my cum?” he groaned, the words rushing from his lips as he chased his climax.

“In me,” you cried into your shoulder, barely conscious enough to not want to get caught. “I need you to fill me with your seed.”

“Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re so hot, you know that? Could fuck you for the rest of my life.”

In and out. In and out. His hips moved so swiftly that you could no longer think, sufficiently dick-drunk. He no longer cared about pacing, simply using you as a doll to get off.

“I want you to cum with me,” he said. His dominant demeanor faded as he desperately clung onto every inch of your skin, hand roaming your sides as he chased his end. His fingers began tugging at your nipples roughly, urging you to reach the finale with him. His words were breathlessly rushed as if they fell from his lips without thought: “Need you to cum, need to feel you cum around me. Shit. You look so pretty fucked out. Such a good slut for me. You’re doing so good, baby.”

Your orgasm crashed against you like a tidal wave, unexpected and violent. Your body thrashed against your binds, hips jerking back and forth as pleasure overtook you - possessed you, almost. Your hole pulsed against his cock, tightening around the length as fluids overflowed.

He jerked into you once more, his cum painting your insides. Soft expletives fell from his lips between praises as he gently rocked his hips into you to ensure his cum wouldn’t spill.

The sensation of his cock slipping out of you felt like heaven and sin.

You hadn’t orgasmed so destructively in… you couldn’t remember having ever experienced anything that came close to that. You weren’t certain if it was because of the risk of getting caught or because Jungkook was that good. Perhaps, it was a mix of both.

You shook at the binds above you, tired from your orgasm.

He wasn’t quite finished, however.

You waited, confused, until you felt his tongue lap your hole, sucking his cum out of you. Sensitive, your feet kicked at him to stop, but he was relentless in his mission to fill his mouth with his own seed.

Your stomach curled at the mischievous glint in his eyes as he stood. He pried your mouth open with his fingers before depositing all of his saliva-mixed cum onto your tongue. “Don’t swallow yet, baby.”

He leaned on your body with a softness that matched his gaze, his hand resting on your hip, his chest on your back. His fingers played with the fluids in your mouth, swirling it with your spit until it combined into a mess that ran down your chin (which he licked up and spat back in). Content, he finally commanded you to swallow.

The thick concoction ran down your throat slowly, becoming a part of you. You groaned at the heady sensation alongside Jungkook’s pliant kisses around your nape.

He gently untied your wrists from the hook, rubbing the skin from any soreness. When he was done, he rocked your tired body back-and-forth to soothe you. You crumpled onto his figure as if your bones had disintegrated to dust.

“We… We really just did that.” Jungkook had finally come back to himself, doe eyes widened as if he had broken from a spell. “Are you alright?”

You laughed breathlessly. “Yeah, you?”

He nodded, scratching at his nape.

The next few minutes consisted of an awkward dance, the pair of you picking up your clothes, constantly stumbling against each other in the process. Each time, Jungkook would avert his gaze to the ceiling or the floor – whatever he could do to give you privacy in the confined quarters of a storage closet. The silence was so thick that to distort it with words felt unnatural. He only spoke to tell you that the hallway was quiet, no longer occupied by the residents of the house, and that you were both free to leave unnoticed.

Even the goodbye was stilted, as if you had been possessed by beings other than yourselves during the incident and were now left to deal with the consequences.

Under the morning light outside, Jungkook flushed as red as a polluted sunset. He gingerly waved from where he stood, making sure that you got into your Uber safely (only after nagging the driver to escort you with utmost caution). Your lips parted, but the words wouldn’t surface. Instead, you settled for a wave back.

A smile cracked on his lips as he watched your car hug the corner of the street and disappear from view.

The next time you saw Jungkook was during a lecture. His glasses were back on his face, sweater vest tucked into his trousers. He looked nothing like the man who had fucked you dumb the weekend before, back to being the epitome of what you’d expect every nerd who took college too seriously to look like.

You took your usual seat beside him, unsure if bringing it up casually would make him uncomfortable. Already, his cheeks and ears were red, and you could almost feel the heat radiating off of them.

You exchanged shy greetings before returning to your individual tasks: him, pretending to rewrite notes (when really he was doodling on the corners of his notebook), and you, pretending to send a text (when really you were swiping your homescreen back and forth).

He shot you furtive glances when he thought you weren’t looking. His fingers drummed against the table and his knee shook as if he was working up the courage to say anything. Gone was the boy who had had all the words ready in the palm of his hand that morning.

“Hey,” you smiled. “Did you start on the final project already?”

His head whipped towards you, wide eyes and parted lips telling you he hadn’t expected you to make the first move, perhaps content to fester in the ruined classmate relationship after your somewhat strained goodbye post-rendezvous. How does one act after confessing your feelings and subsequently fucking in a closet? You knew how to react to hook-ups, and you knew how to react to confessions, but both? At the same time? Your head spun.

“I- That-” He struggled to gather his words as each consonant slipped through his fingers like fine sand. He, a past valedictorian, had been left dumb. “I did,” he croaked out. “You?”

“Of course, you did.” You laughed, the sound more metallic than you’d intended. “I’m gonna start next week.”

“Cool,” Jungkook replied.

The silence thickened the air between you like smog. The minute stretched on for forever, the pair of you waiting for the other to break the silence first in an unannounced game of chicken.

“I just-” “I don’t-”

Your voices overlapped each other, causing you to exchange awkward grins.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Can I start?”

You told him to go ahead.

“I just wanted you to know that I meant what I said about liking you.” He rubbed his nape. “I didn’t mean for what happened to happen, but I don’t regret it.”

His gaze burned into your own as if he were searching for any clues as to what you felt. It was terrifying, the sincerity in which it pierced you. But you had no want to run from it. Not anymore.

“I don’t regret it, either,” you said. “Plus, that might’ve been one of the hottest hook-ups I’ve ever had.”

He blushed. “And about the ‘me liking you’ part?”

You dragged your chair closer to his. “After the way you treated me, how could I not?”

It took him a moment to compose himself, back ramrod straight as goosebumps ran down his arms at the turn he hadn’t expected the conversation to take. He anxiously glanced at the row behind where you two sat, teeth biting into his bottom lip in a way you found infatuating. You were thankful to every god out there that he had been caught in traffic that first day and forced to sit in the back row beside you. Jungkook, who had been nothing more than a cute, grade-conscious stranger at the time.

The minute it took for him to steel his nerves was worth it, you found out.

Just in time, the professor walked through the door and began taking attendance. You were so focused on waiting that you jumped when Jungkook’s hand began trailing up and down your thigh.

Your eyes widened.

“Did you really like it?” he whispered.

“Like what?”

“The way I treated you.”

There were thousands of ways you could’ve affirmed his statement, but you settled for a nod.

His hand moved up your inner thigh, nearing your crotch. The upward jerk of your hips caused a satisfied smirk to settle on his lips. “If you want to continue being my good pet, then don’t make a sound.”

So enthralled were you in his touch that you hadn’t realized that your professor had called you. Twice.

“Present,” you yelled, embarrassed by the startled shakiness in your tone.

“Good pet,” he praised, rubbing harder through your clothes. “You want more?”

Jungkook licked his fingers with a nymph gaze. With his free hand, he unbuttoned your pants.

Paranoid, you glanced around the lecture hall.

“Don’t kid yourself,” his low tone caused goosebumps to run across your arms. “I know a common whore like you wants to be stared at while being used.”

His hand dipped into your underwear, moving directly to your hole. He rubbed the area around it before inserting a finger into you, deliciously wiggling it around. His spit allowed it to smoothly enter you with a soft ‘squish’.

In front, the lesson had begun. Not that you could pay attention. Your focus zeroed in on the intoxicating slowness in which Jungkook made a toy out of you, hand moving back and forth.

“Can someone please read the first section on page 130?”

You froze as your professor began glancing up and down the rows in search of a prospect, disappointed at the disinterested gazes of her students. This would be the time that, like clockwork, Jungkook’s arm would raise. And yet it stayed, connected to you below the table.

A historical moment: Jungkook not volunteering.

Instead, he did something entirely different.

You gasped when he grabbed your arm and made you raise your hand.

“Great,” the professor acknowledged you, gesturing you to begin.

You quickly flipped through the pages, hands shaking when you realized that Jungkook wouldn’t stop. If anything he began to finger you faster, hitting the area that caused spots to cloud your vision.

Your voice shook as you read out the passage. Scattered letters chased each other on the page; your eyes raced to keep up with them. Had the words always been so small?

Jungkook had fingered you dumb enough to forget how to read.

“Though scholars believed that–” He pushed his fingers directly against your most sensitive spot. “–That, um, though they believed that–”

You accidentally made eye contact with a few of your classmates, their impatience with your slow pace making it hard for you to wring the words into sentences. Your voice came out breathy yet stilted, guttural stops after every few words.

When you finished the section, you leaned against the back of your chair in relief as the class resumed. Jungkook, however, was a stranger to giving you breaks, simply speeding his ministrations.

The feeling in the pit of your stomach heightened the faster he went. Your eyes bounced around the nearby rows to check if anyone noticed the slight creaking sound that came from this new speed, but were reassured to find that everyone was busy analyzing a chart on the projector.

When you turned to face him, you were pleased to find that half of his notes were in scribbles. You’d be quite offended if your tightness around his fingers weren’t at least a bit of a distraction to the star pupil. You had half a mind to joke about fucking one of your classmates to borrow their notes to lend to him just so that he’d jealousy-fuck you the moment class dismissed. You were just about to when you felt it – that tell-tale tightening.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, your legs beginning to shake. “I’m coming.”

His lips brushed against the lobe of your ear. “Cum for me then, slut.”

You breathed so heavily from holding back your moans that you became lightheaded, lost in the euphoria of your danger-filled release. The world was but a blur as you crumpled into your seat exhausted. You hadn’t even realized how Jungkook’s fingers slipped out of you, nor how he buttoned you up and kissed your forehead.

Above, the bell ringing signalled the end of the class, alongside the routine sounds of chairs scraping against hardwood floors and stationary being stuffed into totes and backpacks.

The two of you were left alone in the classroom, eyes finding one another in the solitude.

You grinned, still in a daze. “There isn’t a CCTV in here, right?”

He moved you onto the desk, hands gripping your hips. “Even if there was, would you care?”

And the answer was ‘no’, you didn’t. As long as you were wrapped in your seatmate’s warmth and greeted with his shy yet teasing smiles, you wouldn’t have cared where he touched you. What could’ve been a one morning stand began a series of trysts both public and private, and you both wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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