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The moment the door clicks shut, you find yourself pinned against the wall. 

Your blouse is hastily being opened and your lips are met with a punishing force. You moan and it receives a hard bite on your lips in response. Once your blouse is unhooked, two big warm hands come up to unclasp your bra. 

You hiss when your nipples come in contact with the chilly air. However, they are soon enveloped with palms which make you feel so incredibly small and helpless. They squeeze your breasts and pinch your nipples, making you moan and whimper in pleasure. 

You are left to do nothing but to surrender to the man who probably now knows your body like the back of his hand.

“Jungkook.” 

The whisper of his name comes out of your lips as a broken plea. A broken plea for more, so much more. 

“Yes baby?” Jungkook’s voice is deep with lust and desire, his eyes dark with need for you. 

“I need you.”

He sucks harshly on your neck and by the way it stings, you are sure that it will leave a bruise. “How bad, baby?’

“Way too bad.”

“Just how bad, baby?” He asks again. But you know it is not a question for you to answer verbally when his hands skim down to the hem of your skirt. His hand slowly snakes up and when they reach your panties, they are quick to get rid of it, getting rid of any obstacle on the way.

The moment his fingers come in contact with your heat, he hisses. “Want me that bad, huh?’

You mewl. 

His fingers spread your wetness all over your crotch, making a mess out of you. “Such a good girl for me, huh.”

You nod desperately. “Your good girl.”

Jungkook smirks and looks right into your eyes as he puts the exact same fingers in his mouth and sucks on them. “Fuck, you always taste so good.”

“Please Jungkook, fuck me.”

He tsks. “Not that easy, baby. I need to ruin you before that.”

That’s all the warning you get before you are getting lifted off and moments later, are being thrown into the bed. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters to himself, the sight of you topless, your skirt hunched up, has him wanting to do unspeakable things to you. He likes having you like this—all helpless and desperate, just begging for more.

He gets rid of his shirt and without a split second’s delay, is on top of you. He sucks on your nipples like he was starved of it for ages. He tugs on your nipples with his teeth, and the sweet feeling of pain mixed with pleasure has you arching your back into his mouth. 

Jungkook hums approvingly and looks up at you with your nipple in his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he runs his tongue wildly on them. 

“Jungkook! Jungkook! Please fuck, that feels so good! Please touch me.”

“Uh huh,” Jungkook pays your words no mind and lets his spit slowly drip over your nipple. Smearing his spit all over your breast, he moves onto the other one, giving that, the same treatment. 

The sight of his spit slowly dripping on your tits, makes you feel incredibly hungry for you to feel it all over your body and on your tongue. 

“I want your spit all over me, please,” you whine. 

“Beg for it.”

You do not need to be told twice. “Please, Jungkook, I need your spit. Please, spit in my mouth. I will swallow it. Please.”

Satisfied with your begging, he is more than willing to give you exactly what you want. He brings his face closer to yours and slowly drools right into your open mouth. You moan and swallow it immediately. You open your mouth to beg for more, and just as you do so, he spits again, this time much harshly. 

“Such a pretty girl,” he growls, admiring just how greedily you swallow. 

Jungkook sucks on your neck and slowly makes his way down, leaving marks and kisses on his way. There is another somewhere he really wants to see covered in his saliva and get his mouth on.  

When he reaches his destination, his whole body feels the need to get a taste of you. He yanks your underwear out of the way, and is quick to find his way between your legs. Pushing your thighs apart for better access, he gently glides his flattened tongue across your heat. 

The first feel of his tongue has you sighing in relief. You do not know for how long you have been waiting for this—to feel him.

Soon though, his ministrations start getting more and more wild and bold. His tongue grows more adventurous, not leaving out on a single drop of your arousal. He switches between flicking and sucking on your clit, and occasionally teasing your entrance with his tongue. 

“Ah! Jungkook!” You grab a fistful of his curls, the pleasure coursing through your veins makes you moan softly. 

Jungkook withdraws briefly and before you can complain, he is spitting on your slit. Spreading it with his fingers, he inserts two fingers. “Can never get enough of your pussy. Sweetest pussy ever.”

Your brows furrow in pleasure and you throw your head back, feeling way too overwhelmed with the sensation of his fingers inside you.

“Yeah, you like that baby?”

“Fuck yes, I do. Your fingers feel way too good. Please do not stop.”

Jungkook doesn’t. Instead he starts fucking you with his fingers in a ruthless pace which has you screaming in seconds.

“Fuck. Please. Yes. Make me cum. Please.”

Jungkook puts his mouth to use again. His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks harshly. His pace doesn’t falter and at one point he has to use his other hand to hold you down from moving too much. 

Jungkook watches you closely as you scream under him. He watches every expression on your face as you twist and turn and every single moan that escapes your lips. He notices as your whimpers get louder and louder. 

Just as you are about to hit your orgasm, he retreats rather begrudgingly. But not before, spitting one last time on your heat and giving it a few approving slaps.

“As much as I love having my mouth on your pussy, the only way I am allowing you to cum is around my cock.” 

You feel frustrated having your orgasm taken away from you, just as you were about to hit your high. But the mention of cumming around his cock, sounds like a good compensation to you.

“Get rid of your jeans,” you say but you don’t wait for him to act on it. You take matters into your own hands as you fiddle with the buttons. Unbuttoning, you pull it all the way down and get rid of them entirely. 

Being met with his bulge, you immediately want to get rid of his boxers and take him in your mouth. 

But you withhold yourself from doing so. 

The wet patch on his boxers has your mouth watering. You gently run your tongue across the patch, not helping the with the dampness at all. You look into his eyes teasingly and move lower to suck on his balls through the piece of fabric. 

He growls and yanks you by your hair. “Fuck, I need to fuck your mouth.”

You feel a sense of satisfaction and excitement surge through you.

You watch with eager eyes as he gets rid of his boxers and his hard length springs up, probably just as eager to be in your mouth as you are to have him. 

“Fuck”, you mutter to yourself before wrapping your fist around his length. “You are so hard.”

You watch with hooded eyes as Jungkook’s chest heaves rapidly, his mouth ever so slightly parted. You start moving your fist up and down his length slowly. A little too slowly, perhaps. His expression turns into that of pure pleasure at the feeling. However, when you spit at the tip of his cock, he decides he has had enough.

“Open your mouth for me,” he taps his cock against your mouth, vigorously rubbing the pre cum all over your lips. When you obey his words and part your lips, he is quick to slide himself in.

You moan loudly against his cock, the taste of him spreads through your tongue and it only makes you wetter. You teasingly run your tongue on the tip, collecting the salty precum and savouring the taste of it.

“Don’t be a tease,” Jungkook growls, giving you a warning.

But who are you to listen? You simply moan against him and keep running your tongue across his length, taking your time to memorise his taste. You briefly release him from your mouth with a pop sound to look up at him innocently. 

“I missed your taste,” you spit at the tip and spread it evenly with your hands. up till the base. 

“That’s enough,” Jungkook hisses and grabs a fistful of your hair and holds you in place as he pushes his cock down your throat. ”No more teasing for the day.”

You hum approvingly and let him use your mouth to his heart’s desire. 

He begins with an urgency, fucking your throat at a brutal speed. You cannot help but gag every time that he hits the back of your throat. The sound of which only makes him go harder on you.

“Such a good little slut for me. So eager for me to fuck her mouth?”

You manage a muffled very. Saliva drips down from the corner of your lips, quite resembling the wetness which you now feel dripping down your thighs.

“You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth,” Jungkook pats the top of your head demeaningly. “Maybe I should just cum all over your face and leave you like that. Leave that pussy for another day to fuck.”

You whine at the thought of him leaving you like a mess. Oh you need to be fucked by him. 

You start working your mouth even more desperately and suck on him harder, almost as if wanting to spell that you need his cum, with your mouth. 

“Fuck fuck fuck baby,” Jungkook’s grip on your hair tightens and after a few more thrusts, he stops you from going too fast. “You are going to make me cum like this.”

You are about to complain when he completely withdraws himself from your mouth. “Lay on your back, I need to fuck that pussy.”

Those magic words have you moving quickly and doing exactly what he asked of you. You lay on the bed in anticipation, your breathing fast and uneven. 

Jungkook is quick to put on a condom and get on top of you. He's perhaps even more impatient than you are, to feel your wetness around him. 

He takes a nipple in his mouth and starts sucking on them harshly. 

“Fuck Jungkook, please fuck me!” 

Jungkook pays no attention to your words. He keeps sucking on your nipples like his life depends on it. 

You whine and thrash against the bed, your nails leaving marks on his back. “Fuck baby please.”

“How badly do you need my cock, baby?” Jungkook asks, although his eyes never come up to meet yours, they remain fixated on your naked chest and the way they are all wet from his saliva. “If you want to get fucked, you will need to beg for it.”

Begging is never too hard when Jungkook has the tip of his penis teasingly rubbing on your clit. “Please fuck me, Jungkook. I need to feel you inside me. Need to cum around your cock.”

He tsks. “That is not good enough. You can do better.”

You look at him with clear desperation in your eyes. One of your hands goes down to take a hold of his penis and you try to gently guide him inside. “Please Jungkook make me cum. I need your cum inside me. Want to feel your cum dripping down my thighs.”

Jungkook would have loved to tease you more and drag this out to the point you are nothing but a broken mess begging for his cock, but the feeling of your tiny hands wrapped around his cock, has him giving in early. 

“Shit can never get enough of this pussy,” he groans into your ears as he slowly pushes himself inside you. Your wetness acts as a natural lubricant for him, making him curse under his breath at just how wet you are.

“Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” you moan loudly, feeling full. 

Jungkook starts slow. Dragging his cock out and then pushing it all the way in. With each thrust, his pace increases slightly. And in no time he has started punishing your pussy at a brutal pace, leaving you nothing but a whimpering and crying mess under him.

“Shit, look at you, such a fucking slut for me. Your pussy always that hungry for my cock?” 

You nod frantically. “Fuck, yes! Always need your cock inside me. Want to feel you inside me all the time.”

Jungkook spits on your neck as a reward. “I will ruin you, baby. You won’t be able to walk for days.”

“Yes, please, ruin me,” you beg, tears of pleasure forming at the corner of your eyes. 

“Fuck, you are going to cry huh? Love my cock that much?” He grits through his teeth. The sight of you so drunk on his cock always does things to him. It always makes him lose his mind.

When you don't answer him, perhaps too lost in the pleasure, he sucks on your neck harshly. “Answer me.”

“I do! I do!” You whimper, finding it a little too difficult to form coherent thoughts. You are way too far gone, with nothing on your mind but just this intense need to orgasm.

Jungkook is no better. You always get like this when you are about to cum. Hair sprawled out, eyes dark and lost, mouth wide open in pleasure and your brows furrowed deeply. And the sight of it always makes Jungkook even more carnal. 

“You know one of these days, I am going to keep fucking you and not let you cum till you have lost all ability to speak.” 

The image that appears in your mind has you even closer to the edge. 

“Fuck, you like that, huh?” Jungkook hisses at the sensation of your walls getting tighter around him. “Fuck I am so doing that to you the next time.”

You whine and arch your back, your nails digging into his back as you try to pull him incredibly close and deep. The pleasure and the feeling of his body against yours, is the only thing that you can focus on at the moment.

With blurry vision, you see the look on his face. He has a look of deep focus, his forehead has beads of sweat and a few of his hair strands swing with each thrust. 

“Jungkok, fuck, you feel so good,” you moan, the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. “Please don’t stop. Please make me cum.”

“Oh I do not plan to stop fucking this pussy, baby,” he spits on your lips and with dark eyes watches it drip down. “I need you to cum for me, baby. Want to feel you clenching on my cock. Do it baby, be my good girl.”

The words have you cumming in seconds. You moan and cry and whimper and thrash your body. The pleasure is way too intense for you to do anything but to get entirely lost in it. 

The moment Jungkook feels you clench around him, he's quick to put his mouth on your nipple and suck hard. His eyes stay on you as you reach your high. The look on your face paired with the way you are gripping onto him, has him fucking you faster. 

“Cum for me baby. Make a mess on my cock,” Jungkook is breathless as he helps you ride your orgasm. “You feel so good around me, gripping my cock like this.”

When the orgasm washes over you and you slowly start calming down—with your chest heaving and you looking every bit of fucked that you are—Jungkook's pace slows down into slow sensual deep thrusts. 

He presses a long hard kiss on your lips. “Such a good girl for me, huh.”

You hum slowly, feeling tired and spent. “Need you to cum inside me.”

Jungkook exhales shakily, almost if he's trying his best to withhold himself from starting a punishing pace, again.

But you need just that. You need him to finish inside you. You need to feel him dripping on your thighs and legs. 

And you know just how to get him to fuck you like there's nothing in the world that matters more than to give you his cum.

You just have to be honest.

“Jungkook, I need your cum inside me. Please cum for me,” you whisper the words into his ears.

A wild feral look takes over Jungkook's features. 

“How bad do you need it baby?” His voice is dark, almost a warning. 

“Way too bad, I want you to fill me up with your cum,” you teasingly lick Jungkook’s ear. “Won’t you give it to me, baby?”

A muttered fuck is all the time you get, before he starts fucking into you intentionally again.  Each time he pushes his cock into you, he hits a new spot, that has you feeling overstimulated and seeing stars. 

In no time, he is fucking you wildly again. 

You don't know how it happens but just after a few more thrusts, you feel warmth pooling in your lower stomach and a coil tightening, yet again. 

“Fuck Jungkook,” the words escape your mouth in disbelief. Everything feels way too sensitive yet intense, all at the same time. 

Your eyes sting with tears, yet again. You cannot make sense of things. You do not remember if you have ever felt this intensity of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Fuck, you're about to cum again?” Jungkook growls and cups your tits in his hands. “Fuck you're such a slut for me.”

None of his words register in your mind as all you can do is cry and scream and wail. You've gone beyond the point of coherence. There's nothing in your mind except for the feeling of pure ecstasy. 

There's so many words you hear Jungkook say to you. You don't register any of them, you just keep saying “yes” like a broken machine. 

You don't know how long it might have been or after how many times of Jungkook switching between calling you his ‘good little girl’ and ‘his slut’ that you feel the coil in your stomach snap. 

You scream in pleasure and your walls tighten like never before. Your body convulses and you hold on to Jungkook for dear life. 

The orgasm washes over you like a tsunami.

Fuck. You have never felt anything like this ever before. 

It takes you several moments to collect yourself and come down from the high. 

With tired blurry eyes, you look at Jungkook only to find him looking at you in amazement. It takes you a moment longer to realise that his gaze is fixed between your legs and his entire torso is glistening wet. 

“What happened?” Your voice comes out in a broken whisper, too tired to speak loudly. 

“You squirted,” Jungkook tells you, his voice expressing his disbelief. 

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Fuck, that's why it felt that intense. 

You're about to stammer incoherent words, when Jungkook bends down to lick all the wetness from your crotch. 

“You taste so fucking sweet.” Licking any remaining wetness, dry, he towers over you. “Do you think you can take me in?”

You manage a weak nod. You are not too sure if you still have it in you to take his cock in you but you just really want to feel him cum inside you.

Jungkook pushes in gently, watching every expression on your face cautiously, waiting for any sign of discomfort. 

With every inch of him that gets surrounded by your walls, he feels closer to the edge. 

“Fuck I won't last long baby,” he mutters under his breath and after only a few slow long thrusts, is cumming inside you, hard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can keep fucking this pussy forever.”

You feel him spill his cum inside the rubber and once Jungkook rides his orgasm, his body falls limp on yours. Sweaty and spent, the weight of his body rests heavy and you place a gentle kiss on his temple. 

Jungkook groans and after a few more moments, removes himself from top of you. He throws the condom in the dustbin and lays next to you.

There's a few moments when he stares at the ceiling, all breathless before he turns to look at you. 

There's silence for a few beats, before he chuckles. 

You hit his chest gently and shy away in embarrassment. “No stop! You're not supposed to laugh.”

A few more chuckles escape him before he gently removes your hands from your face and pulls you in. “That was incredibly hot. What are you even being shy about?”

Your cheeks heat up but it is nothing compared to the warmth of his body. Nuzzling against his chest, you softly mumble, “You thought it was hot?”

Jungkook places a soft kiss on your forehead. “Incredibly. Hottest thing I have ever seen.”

You hum, feeling a mix of shyness and warmth that resembles nothing like the arousal you were feeling a few minutes ago. 

The two of you lay there, in each other’s arms, both equally spent. Jungkook occasionally brushes the strands of your hair aside and kisses you on the forehead or on your cheeks. Despite the sweaty state you both are in, it feels oddly comfortable and right.

It couldn’t have been a little more than another ten minutes or so when Jungkook gently taps your arms. “Let’s go get cleaned.” 

You groan, despite knowing that you will indeed have to get up and take a mini shower. “Five more minutes.”

“Your five more minutes are never just five more minutes,” Jungkook huffs. “How about we go get cleaned up and then have dinner while watching a movie, and then sleep?”

Now, the prospect of that sounds tempting. “Okay fine.”

Jungkook chuckles at your grumpy tone.

The two of you get up and leave the bed to head towards the bathroom. Jungkook does not miss this opportunity to smack your ass, earning a stinky side eye from you.

Inside, you both get under the shower and let the water wash away the sweat and stickiness. 

Jungkook pours some bodywash on the loofah and gently rubs it on your body. “I have left quite some marks on your neck, huh.”

“I hope you know that I have classes tomorrow,” you say in faux annoyance. 

Jungkook shrugs cheekily. “They look really good on you.”

“That is not the point, Jungkook.” Your words get cut off to form a squeak, as Jungkook cheekily slips the loofah in between your legs. “Can you behave for a moment?”

Jungkook pouts at you, protruding his lower lip a little too much for that extra effect. When you roll your eyes at him, he collects some water in his hands and splashes them right on your face. 

You gasp and are quick to retort back with an attack of your own. 

In no time, the two of you are happy giggling fools, splashing each other with water. 

When Jungkook realises that you will not admit defeat, he turns the shower off and tugs at your arms. Pulling you close, he starts showering your face with small pecks, making loud dramatic kissing noises each time.

You laugh. “Jungkook, you cannot use unfair means to win. Better finish what you started or just admit defeat.”

“Everything is fair in love and war,” he says in between kisses.  

Your heart skips a beat. You are well aware that Jungkook probably implied this being a war rather than being love. But you cannot help but wonder. 

You try to come up with words, try to get out of your head and not let the moment affect you. But before you can fully accomplish doing so, Jungkok is wrapping a towel around you.

“Wipe yourself up or you’ll catch a cold. Can’t have that especially when you have a class tomorrow.”

A small smile automatically finds its way to your lips. You nod and start patting yourself dry. 

“What do you want to eat for dinner?”

You shrug. “Chineese sounds good.”

He hums. “What movie do you want to watch?”

“I don’t know, you pick.”

Jungkook hums more thoughtfully this time. “Okay. And when do your classes end tomorrow?”

“Around 1. Why?”

“Nothing, I was thinking of picking you up after classes and taking you to this new Japanese place a few blocks away.”

Your heart does that little thing where it gets excited and warm and happy and just feels like hiding yet shouting, all at the same time. 

“Okay, we can do that,” you say calmly. 

Jungkook gives a kiss on your cheek and heads out, probably with the intention of ordering some chinese food. 

By the time you are out of the bathroom, you find Jungkook in a fresh set of pajamas,  sprawled out on the bed, scrolling through his mobile. Spotting you, he makes space for you and pats the area next to him, motioning you to lay next to him.

You do so and Jungkook is quick to wrap around you.

“You smell so good,” he comments, his nose buried in your neck.

You chuckle. “You smell the same, we both used the same body wash.” 

He shakes his head, the sensation causing you to break into a fit of giggles due to the ticklish sensation. “No, you smell amaaaazing. So soft and fresh. Like flowers.”

Your heart quite literally melts. Oh the things this boy does to your heart. And so so obliviously.

You run your hands through his still wet hair and detangle them gently. 

Jungkook hums happily at the sensation. “By the way, I will have to leave around six tomorrow.”

And just like that, your little balloon of hope, warmth and happiness pops. 

This isn’t the first time that Jungkook has left early in the morning. There have been so many times when he has stayed the night but just decided that the wee early hours of the morning is when he will take his leave, leaving you to wake up to an empty bed. 

There were those two times when he had decided to leave without telling you, just disappearing into thin air. The first time you had let it go but after the second time, you had firmly told him that he better show some basic human decency of informing you if he has to leave and not disappear like a thief. 

Since then, he has always informed you whenever he is taking his leave. But this whole him leaving a little too early in the morning has happened more times than you’d like to admit. And it always happens in the pattern where he tells you the night before that you are not to expect to see him in the morning. 

You don’t quite know why you’re disappointed, to be honest. Maybe it is that part of you that wants to have lazy and slow mornings with him, that feels betrayed. But how is he to know that you desire that with him? How is he to read your mind and understand the feelings that have quietly developed in your heart for him?

There have been several such mornings when you have woken to an empty bed and just thought what exactly it is that you are doing. 

You are sleeping with a man whom you have fallen for, without any transparency and are continuing to pretend that you are still okay with the whole friends with benefits arrangement. 

Why do that to yourself? 

The answer to that is simple. It is fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of embarrassment. Fear of ruining what you have. 

You have played it like a video tape—the negative scenario, what would happen if you were to confess and  Jungkook were to tell you that he does not feel the same. He would probably be surprised initially—although you don’t really know if there is any ground for him to be surprised—and then he will probably tell you that he does not feel the same, and somehow try to make you feel good about the situation so that you do not feel weird about it.

Jungkook has always been like that. A wild man in bed but a soft little caring baby in your arms.

You do not know what will be left of the two of you after that though. But you assume having a heartbreak is better than cheating yourself like this—than giving yourself false hopes and living off of breadcrumbs. 

You surely deserve better than that. 

You’re not quite sure what it is about today but you feel brave. Maybe it is the way Jungkook is clinging onto you which makes you realise just badly you want to hold him and call him yours, or maybe it is just how good Jungkook has fucked you that your head isn’t working right. 

Whatever it might be, you do not want to swallow down the sadness that is slowly spreading from your chest to your entire body. You want to gather whatever courage that sadness is giving you and clear a few things.

Jungkook notices that you have suddenly gone quiet. He gently pokes you, “hey, everything okay?”

You snap back to the man in your arms, who is entirely unaware of the thoughts running in your head. 

“What are we doing, Jungkook?” 

He is confused at the question. What do you mean by such an odd question? And why do you suddenly seem a mix of both sad and determined?

“Uh…cuddling?”

“Right,” you sigh. “But like what are we?”

Jungkook’s brow furrows. “We are friends.”

“Do friends fuck like animals, Jungkook?”

He scrunches his nose at the way you phrase it. “Well, we are what they call friends with benefits.”

You look up at the ceiling and take a deep breath with your eyes shut, before looking him straight in the eye. “I have feelings for you, Jungkook.’

The reaction to your words comes a little delayed. 

But when it does, it comes in the form of his arms losing their grip around you and the look of confusion on his face changing into sheer denial. 

“What—How?” He asks, now getting up. “Tell me you’re joking.”

His reaction makes your heart sink. “Why would I joke about having feelings for you?”

He shakes his head. “But why would you do that? I thought you knew what this was all about. I thought you were smart enough to not confuse sex with intimacy.”

Those words come at your heart like a bullet and pierces through you, leaving you feeling beyond just hurt and shocked. 

You think Jungkook’s expression falters, as if he too realises just how harsh he was. But you couldn’t care less. 

“So you think it is my fault that I fell for you?”

“I did not mean it that—”

“You think what we do is normal? You staying over? Us cuddling? You cooking dinner for me? You taking me to new places, just because? You think I am in the wrong for falling for you and mistaking these things as intimacy?”

The brief look of regret Jungkook had a few moments ago is gone. His jaw clenches and a look of defensiveness takes over. “So, you are saying that I led you on? C’mon, Y/N, if that is all that it takes for you to fall for someone, then don’t worry you will fall for some random guy in no time, and get over your feelings for me.” 

You don't recognise Jungkook at all. Every word that comes out of his mouth breaks any hopes you have ever had. “You're such an asshole, Jungkook. I can't believe this.”

“I'm the asshole for knowing what this actually was? For being mature enough to not fall for what was supposed to be purely physical?”

You close your eyes shut. You cannot cry now. You just cannot. 

“I cannot believe this. We should have never done this. We were better off being distant friends who saw each other once every six months.”

Jungkook’s words remind you how the two of you had initially met, through a mutual acquaintance and since then you only ever saw each other at parties or gatherings. On one such occasion things had slipped and you both had agreed that you two had a good time and this could be a legitimate arrangement that can be continued. 

You two could not even be considered friends when the arrangement started. However, with time, with every night spent together, things had started to change. 

There were so many conversations the two of you would have. So many things you would do together, so many stories shared with each other. 

But apparently, you were only a fool to have considered all of that as intimacy. 

“You should leave,” you mutter slowly, almost sounding numb, when all you are trying is to not break in front of him.

You just feel so humiliated. In the various possibilities that you thought would take place when you confess to Jungkook, feeling humiliated by him was not one of them. 

The frown on his face deepens upon hearing your words. “Trust me, I was not planning on staying. Who knows, what you will mistake that as.”

You grit your teeth and hold your words back. Jungkook might be comfortable with stooping that low, but you are not. All you want right now is for him to leave so that you can cry in peace and process this whole thing. 

You sit there on the bed as Jungkook picks up his things and look away when he starts putting up his clothes to leave. 

Jungkook leaves without saying another word. You wait for the clicking sound of the door and the moment it does, you grab a pillow and start crying silently, not knowing what is worse—the rejection or the humiliation. 

You're halfway through a chapter when the doorbell rings.

With a sigh, you slip your finger between the pages and look up. It rings again before you can even get off the couch.

"Jesus, okay."

Muttering under your breath, you put the book down and make your way to the front door.

You're not expecting anyone.

When you pull it open, your brain completely blanks.

Jungkook stands on the other side.

For a second, you genuinely think you're imagining him.

Three months.

Three whole months since you've last seen him. Three months since that night.

Not that he's had any way of contacting you. You block his number the same night. Then his Instagram. Then everything else you can think of.

And yet somehow he's standing right there.

He doesn't say anything.

Just looks at you.

His face gives nothing away. No smile. No apology. No anger. Nothing.

You stare back.

One second.

Two.

Three.

Then you nod once.

"Absolutely not."

And slam the door shut in his face.

The sheer audacity.

A/N: kept this as kind of an open ending because it has happened so many times that i have later felt like writing a part two so hehe. 😉

The moment the door clicks shut, you find yourself pinned against the wall. 

Your blouse is hastily being opened and your lips are met with a punishing force. You moan and it receives a hard bite on your lips in response. Once your blouse is unhooked, two big warm hands come up to unclasp your bra. 

You hiss when your nipples come in contact with the chilly air. However, they are soon enveloped with palms which make you feel so incredibly small and helpless. They squeeze your breasts and pinch your nipples, making you moan and whimper in pleasure. 

You are left to do nothing but to surrender to the man who probably now knows your body like the back of his hand.

“Jungkook.” 

The whisper of his name comes out of your lips as a broken plea. A broken plea for more, so much more. 

“Yes baby?” Jungkook’s voice is deep with lust and desire, his eyes dark with need for you. 

“I need you.”

He sucks harshly on your neck and by the way it stings, you are sure that it will leave a bruise. “How bad, baby?’

“Way too bad.”

“Just how bad, baby?” He asks again. But you know it is not a question for you to answer verbally when his hands skim down to the hem of your skirt. His hand slowly snakes up and when they reach your panties, they are quick to get rid of it, getting rid of any obstacle on the way.

The moment his fingers come in contact with your heat, he hisses. “Want me that bad, huh?’

You mewl. 

His fingers spread your wetness all over your crotch, making a mess out of you. “Such a good girl for me, huh.”

You nod desperately. “Your good girl.”

Jungkook smirks and looks right into your eyes as he puts the exact same fingers in his mouth and sucks on them. “Fuck, you always taste so good.”

“Please Jungkook, fuck me.”

He tsks. “Not that easy, baby. I need to ruin you before that.”

That’s all the warning you get before you are getting lifted off and moments later, are being thrown into the bed. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters to himself, the sight of you topless, your skirt hunched up, has him wanting to do unspeakable things to you. He likes having you like this—all helpless and desperate, just begging for more.

He gets rid of his shirt and without a split second’s delay, is on top of you. He sucks on your nipples like he was starved of it for ages. He tugs on your nipples with his teeth, and the sweet feeling of pain mixed with pleasure has you arching your back into his mouth. 

Jungkook hums approvingly and looks up at you with your nipple in his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he runs his tongue wildly on them. 

“Jungkook! Jungkook! Please fuck, that feels so good! Please touch me.”

“Uh huh,” Jungkook pays your words no mind and lets his spit slowly drip over your nipple. Smearing his spit all over your breast, he moves onto the other one, giving that, the same treatment. 

The sight of his spit slowly dripping on your tits, makes you feel incredibly hungry for you to feel it all over your body and on your tongue. 

“I want your spit all over me, please,” you whine. 

“Beg for it.”

You do not need to be told twice. “Please, Jungkook, I need your spit. Please, spit in my mouth. I will swallow it. Please.”

Satisfied with your begging, he is more than willing to give you exactly what you want. He brings his face closer to yours and slowly drools right into your open mouth. You moan and swallow it immediately. You open your mouth to beg for more, and just as you do so, he spits again, this time much harshly. 

“Such a pretty girl,” he growls, admiring just how greedily you swallow. 

Jungkook sucks on your neck and slowly makes his way down, leaving marks and kisses on his way. There is another somewhere he really wants to see covered in his saliva and get his mouth on.  

When he reaches his destination, his whole body feels the need to get a taste of you. He yanks your underwear out of the way, and is quick to find his way between your legs. Pushing your thighs apart for better access, he gently glides his flattened tongue across your heat. 

The first feel of his tongue has you sighing in relief. You do not know for how long you have been waiting for this—to feel him.

Soon though, his ministrations start getting more and more wild and bold. His tongue grows more adventurous, not leaving out on a single drop of your arousal. He switches between flicking and sucking on your clit, and occasionally teasing your entrance with his tongue. 

“Ah! Jungkook!” You grab a fistful of his curls, the pleasure coursing through your veins makes you moan softly. 

Jungkook withdraws briefly and before you can complain, he is spitting on your slit. Spreading it with his fingers, he inserts two fingers. “Can never get enough of your pussy. Sweetest pussy ever.”

Your brows furrow in pleasure and you throw your head back, feeling way too overwhelmed with the sensation of his fingers inside you.

“Yeah, you like that baby?”

“Fuck yes, I do. Your fingers feel way too good. Please do not stop.”

Jungkook doesn’t. Instead he starts fucking you with his fingers in a ruthless pace which has you screaming in seconds.

“Fuck. Please. Yes. Make me cum. Please.”

Jungkook puts his mouth to use again. His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks harshly. His pace doesn’t falter and at one point he has to use his other hand to hold you down from moving too much. 

Jungkook watches you closely as you scream under him. He watches every expression on your face as you twist and turn and every single moan that escapes your lips. He notices as your whimpers get louder and louder. 

Just as you are about to hit your orgasm, he retreats rather begrudgingly. But not before, spitting one last time on your heat and giving it a few approving slaps.

“As much as I love having my mouth on your pussy, the only way I am allowing you to cum is around my cock.” 

You feel frustrated having your orgasm taken away from you, just as you were about to hit your high. But the mention of cumming around his cock, sounds like a good compensation to you.

“Get rid of your jeans,” you say but you don’t wait for him to act on it. You take matters into your own hands as you fiddle with the buttons. Unbuttoning, you pull it all the way down and get rid of them entirely. 

Being met with his bulge, you immediately want to get rid of his boxers and take him in your mouth. 

But you withhold yourself from doing so. 

The wet patch on his boxers has your mouth watering. You gently run your tongue across the patch, not helping the with the dampness at all. You look into his eyes teasingly and move lower to suck on his balls through the piece of fabric. 

He growls and yanks you by your hair. “Fuck, I need to fuck your mouth.”

You feel a sense of satisfaction and excitement surge through you.

You watch with eager eyes as he gets rid of his boxers and his hard length springs up, probably just as eager to be in your mouth as you are to have him. 

“Fuck”, you mutter to yourself before wrapping your fist around his length. “You are so hard.”

You watch with hooded eyes as Jungkook’s chest heaves rapidly, his mouth ever so slightly parted. You start moving your fist up and down his length slowly. A little too slowly, perhaps. His expression turns into that of pure pleasure at the feeling. However, when you spit at the tip of his cock, he decides he has had enough.

“Open your mouth for me,” he taps his cock against your mouth, vigorously rubbing the pre cum all over your lips. When you obey his words and part your lips, he is quick to slide himself in.

You moan loudly against his cock, the taste of him spreads through your tongue and it only makes you wetter. You teasingly run your tongue on the tip, collecting the salty precum and savouring the taste of it.

“Don’t be a tease,” Jungkook growls, giving you a warning.

But who are you to listen? You simply moan against him and keep running your tongue across his length, taking your time to memorise his taste. You briefly release him from your mouth with a pop sound to look up at him innocently. 

“I missed your taste,” you spit at the tip and spread it evenly with your hands. up till the base. 

“That’s enough,” Jungkook hisses and grabs a fistful of your hair and holds you in place as he pushes his cock down your throat. ”No more teasing for the day.”

You hum approvingly and let him use your mouth to his heart’s desire. 

He begins with an urgency, fucking your throat at a brutal speed. You cannot help but gag every time that he hits the back of your throat. The sound of which only makes him go harder on you.

“Such a good little slut for me. So eager for me to fuck her mouth?”

You manage a muffled very. Saliva drips down from the corner of your lips, quite resembling the wetness which you now feel dripping down your thighs.

“You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth,” Jungkook pats the top of your head demeaningly. “Maybe I should just cum all over your face and leave you like that. Leave that pussy for another day to fuck.”

You whine at the thought of him leaving you like a mess. Oh you need to be fucked by him. 

You start working your mouth even more desperately and suck on him harder, almost as if wanting to spell that you need his cum, with your mouth. 

“Fuck fuck fuck baby,” Jungkook’s grip on your hair tightens and after a few more thrusts, he stops you from going too fast. “You are going to make me cum like this.”

You are about to complain when he completely withdraws himself from your mouth. “Lay on your back, I need to fuck that pussy.”

Those magic words have you moving quickly and doing exactly what he asked of you. You lay on the bed in anticipation, your breathing fast and uneven. 

Jungkook is quick to put on a condom and get on top of you. He's perhaps even more impatient than you are, to feel your wetness around him. 

He takes a nipple in his mouth and starts sucking on them harshly. 

“Fuck Jungkook, please fuck me!” 

Jungkook pays no attention to your words. He keeps sucking on your nipples like his life depends on it. 

You whine and thrash against the bed, your nails leaving marks on his back. “Fuck baby please.”

“How badly do you need my cock, baby?” Jungkook asks, although his eyes never come up to meet yours, they remain fixated on your naked chest and the way they are all wet from his saliva. “If you want to get fucked, you will need to beg for it.”

Begging is never too hard when Jungkook has the tip of his penis teasingly rubbing on your clit. “Please fuck me, Jungkook. I need to feel you inside me. Need to cum around your cock.”

He tsks. “That is not good enough. You can do better.”

You look at him with clear desperation in your eyes. One of your hands goes down to take a hold of his penis and you try to gently guide him inside. “Please Jungkook make me cum. I need your cum inside me. Want to feel your cum dripping down my thighs.”

Jungkook would have loved to tease you more and drag this out to the point you are nothing but a broken mess begging for his cock, but the feeling of your tiny hands wrapped around his cock, has him giving in early. 

“Shit can never get enough of this pussy,” he groans into your ears as he slowly pushes himself inside you. Your wetness acts as a natural lubricant for him, making him curse under his breath at just how wet you are.

“Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” you moan loudly, feeling full. 

Jungkook starts slow. Dragging his cock out and then pushing it all the way in. With each thrust, his pace increases slightly. And in no time he has started punishing your pussy at a brutal pace, leaving you nothing but a whimpering and crying mess under him.

“Shit, look at you, such a fucking slut for me. Your pussy always that hungry for my cock?” 

You nod frantically. “Fuck, yes! Always need your cock inside me. Want to feel you inside me all the time.”

Jungkook spits on your neck as a reward. “I will ruin you, baby. You won’t be able to walk for days.”

“Yes, please, ruin me,” you beg, tears of pleasure forming at the corner of your eyes. 

“Fuck, you are going to cry huh? Love my cock that much?” He grits through his teeth. The sight of you so drunk on his cock always does things to him. It always makes him lose his mind.

When you don't answer him, perhaps too lost in the pleasure, he sucks on your neck harshly. “Answer me.”

“I do! I do!” You whimper, finding it a little too difficult to form coherent thoughts. You are way too far gone, with nothing on your mind but just this intense need to orgasm.

Jungkook is no better. You always get like this when you are about to cum. Hair sprawled out, eyes dark and lost, mouth wide open in pleasure and your brows furrowed deeply. And the sight of it always makes Jungkook even more carnal. 

“You know one of these days, I am going to keep fucking you and not let you cum till you have lost all ability to speak.” 

The image that appears in your mind has you even closer to the edge. 

“Fuck, you like that, huh?” Jungkook hisses at the sensation of your walls getting tighter around him. “Fuck I am so doing that to you the next time.”

You whine and arch your back, your nails digging into his back as you try to pull him incredibly close and deep. The pleasure and the feeling of his body against yours, is the only thing that you can focus on at the moment.

With blurry vision, you see the look on his face. He has a look of deep focus, his forehead has beads of sweat and a few of his hair strands swing with each thrust. 

“Jungkok, fuck, you feel so good,” you moan, the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. “Please don’t stop. Please make me cum.”

“Oh I do not plan to stop fucking this pussy, baby,” he spits on your lips and with dark eyes watches it drip down. “I need you to cum for me, baby. Want to feel you clenching on my cock. Do it baby, be my good girl.”

The words have you cumming in seconds. You moan and cry and whimper and thrash your body. The pleasure is way too intense for you to do anything but to get entirely lost in it. 

The moment Jungkook feels you clench around him, he's quick to put his mouth on your nipple and suck hard. His eyes stay on you as you reach your high. The look on your face paired with the way you are gripping onto him, has him fucking you faster. 

“Cum for me baby. Make a mess on my cock,” Jungkook is breathless as he helps you ride your orgasm. “You feel so good around me, gripping my cock like this.”

When the orgasm washes over you and you slowly start calming down—with your chest heaving and you looking every bit of fucked that you are—Jungkook's pace slows down into slow sensual deep thrusts. 

He presses a long hard kiss on your lips. “Such a good girl for me, huh.”

You hum slowly, feeling tired and spent. “Need you to cum inside me.”

Jungkook exhales shakily, almost if he's trying his best to withhold himself from starting a punishing pace, again.

But you need just that. You need him to finish inside you. You need to feel him dripping on your thighs and legs. 

And you know just how to get him to fuck you like there's nothing in the world that matters more than to give you his cum.

You just have to be honest.

“Jungkook, I need your cum inside me. Please cum for me,” you whisper the words into his ears.

A wild feral look takes over Jungkook's features. 

“How bad do you need it baby?” His voice is dark, almost a warning. 

“Way too bad, I want you to fill me up with your cum,” you teasingly lick Jungkook’s ear. “Won’t you give it to me, baby?”

A muttered fuck is all the time you get, before he starts fucking into you intentionally again.  Each time he pushes his cock into you, he hits a new spot, that has you feeling overstimulated and seeing stars. 

In no time, he is fucking you wildly again. 

You don't know how it happens but just after a few more thrusts, you feel warmth pooling in your lower stomach and a coil tightening, yet again. 

“Fuck Jungkook,” the words escape your mouth in disbelief. Everything feels way too sensitive yet intense, all at the same time. 

Your eyes sting with tears, yet again. You cannot make sense of things. You do not remember if you have ever felt this intensity of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Fuck, you're about to cum again?” Jungkook growls and cups your tits in his hands. “Fuck you're such a slut for me.”

None of his words register in your mind as all you can do is cry and scream and wail. You've gone beyond the point of coherence. There's nothing in your mind except for the feeling of pure ecstasy. 

There's so many words you hear Jungkook say to you. You don't register any of them, you just keep saying “yes” like a broken machine. 

You don't know how long it might have been or after how many times of Jungkook switching between calling you his ‘good little girl’ and ‘his slut’ that you feel the coil in your stomach snap. 

You scream in pleasure and your walls tighten like never before. Your body convulses and you hold on to Jungkook for dear life. 

The orgasm washes over you like a tsunami.

Fuck. You have never felt anything like this ever before. 

It takes you several moments to collect yourself and come down from the high. 

With tired blurry eyes, you look at Jungkook only to find him looking at you in amazement. It takes you a moment longer to realise that his gaze is fixed between your legs and his entire torso is glistening wet. 

“What happened?” Your voice comes out in a broken whisper, too tired to speak loudly. 

“You squirted,” Jungkook tells you, his voice expressing his disbelief. 

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Fuck, that's why it felt that intense. 

You're about to stammer incoherent words, when Jungkook bends down to lick all the wetness from your crotch. 

“You taste so fucking sweet.” Licking any remaining wetness, dry, he towers over you. “Do you think you can take me in?”

You manage a weak nod. You are not too sure if you still have it in you to take his cock in you but you just really want to feel him cum inside you.

Jungkook pushes in gently, watching every expression on your face cautiously, waiting for any sign of discomfort. 

With every inch of him that gets surrounded by your walls, he feels closer to the edge. 

“Fuck I won't last long baby,” he mutters under his breath and after only a few slow long thrusts, is cumming inside you, hard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can keep fucking this pussy forever.”

You feel him spill his cum inside the rubber and once Jungkook rides his orgasm, his body falls limp on yours. Sweaty and spent, the weight of his body rests heavy and you place a gentle kiss on his temple. 

Jungkook groans and after a few more moments, removes himself from top of you. He throws the condom in the dustbin and lays next to you.

There's a few moments when he stares at the ceiling, all breathless before he turns to look at you. 

There's silence for a few beats, before he chuckles. 

You hit his chest gently and shy away in embarrassment. “No stop! You're not supposed to laugh.”

A few more chuckles escape him before he gently removes your hands from your face and pulls you in. “That was incredibly hot. What are you even being shy about?”

Your cheeks heat up but it is nothing compared to the warmth of his body. Nuzzling against his chest, you softly mumble, “You thought it was hot?”

Jungkook places a soft kiss on your forehead. “Incredibly. Hottest thing I have ever seen.”

You hum, feeling a mix of shyness and warmth that resembles nothing like the arousal you were feeling a few minutes ago. 

The two of you lay there, in each other’s arms, both equally spent. Jungkook occasionally brushes the strands of your hair aside and kisses you on the forehead or on your cheeks. Despite the sweaty state you both are in, it feels oddly comfortable and right.

It couldn’t have been a little more than another ten minutes or so when Jungkook gently taps your arms. “Let’s go get cleaned.” 

You groan, despite knowing that you will indeed have to get up and take a mini shower. “Five more minutes.”

“Your five more minutes are never just five more minutes,” Jungkook huffs. “How about we go get cleaned up and then have dinner while watching a movie, and then sleep?”

Now, the prospect of that sounds tempting. “Okay fine.”

Jungkook chuckles at your grumpy tone.

The two of you get up and leave the bed to head towards the bathroom. Jungkook does not miss this opportunity to smack your ass, earning a stinky side eye from you.

Inside, you both get under the shower and let the water wash away the sweat and stickiness. 

Jungkook pours some bodywash on the loofah and gently rubs it on your body. “I have left quite some marks on your neck, huh.”

“I hope you know that I have classes tomorrow,” you say in faux annoyance. 

Jungkook shrugs cheekily. “They look really good on you.”

“That is not the point, Jungkook.” Your words get cut off to form a squeak, as Jungkook cheekily slips the loofah in between your legs. “Can you behave for a moment?”

Jungkook pouts at you, protruding his lower lip a little too much for that extra effect. When you roll your eyes at him, he collects some water in his hands and splashes them right on your face. 

You gasp and are quick to retort back with an attack of your own. 

In no time, the two of you are happy giggling fools, splashing each other with water. 

When Jungkook realises that you will not admit defeat, he turns the shower off and tugs at your arms. Pulling you close, he starts showering your face with small pecks, making loud dramatic kissing noises each time.

You laugh. “Jungkook, you cannot use unfair means to win. Better finish what you started or just admit defeat.”

“Everything is fair in love and war,” he says in between kisses.  

Your heart skips a beat. You are well aware that Jungkook probably implied this being a war rather than being love. But you cannot help but wonder. 

You try to come up with words, try to get out of your head and not let the moment affect you. But before you can fully accomplish doing so, Jungkok is wrapping a towel around you.

“Wipe yourself up or you’ll catch a cold. Can’t have that especially when you have a class tomorrow.”

A small smile automatically finds its way to your lips. You nod and start patting yourself dry. 

“What do you want to eat for dinner?”

You shrug. “Chineese sounds good.”

He hums. “What movie do you want to watch?”

“I don’t know, you pick.”

Jungkook hums more thoughtfully this time. “Okay. And when do your classes end tomorrow?”

“Around 1. Why?”

“Nothing, I was thinking of picking you up after classes and taking you to this new Japanese place a few blocks away.”

Your heart does that little thing where it gets excited and warm and happy and just feels like hiding yet shouting, all at the same time. 

“Okay, we can do that,” you say calmly. 

Jungkook gives a kiss on your cheek and heads out, probably with the intention of ordering some chinese food. 

By the time you are out of the bathroom, you find Jungkook in a fresh set of pajamas,  sprawled out on the bed, scrolling through his mobile. Spotting you, he makes space for you and pats the area next to him, motioning you to lay next to him.

You do so and Jungkook is quick to wrap around you.

“You smell so good,” he comments, his nose buried in your neck.

You chuckle. “You smell the same, we both used the same body wash.” 

He shakes his head, the sensation causing you to break into a fit of giggles due to the ticklish sensation. “No, you smell amaaaazing. So soft and fresh. Like flowers.”

Your heart quite literally melts. Oh the things this boy does to your heart. And so so obliviously.

You run your hands through his still wet hair and detangle them gently. 

Jungkook hums happily at the sensation. “By the way, I will have to leave around six tomorrow.”

And just like that, your little balloon of hope, warmth and happiness pops. 

This isn’t the first time that Jungkook has left early in the morning. There have been so many times when he has stayed the night but just decided that the wee early hours of the morning is when he will take his leave, leaving you to wake up to an empty bed. 

There were those two times when he had decided to leave without telling you, just disappearing into thin air. The first time you had let it go but after the second time, you had firmly told him that he better show some basic human decency of informing you if he has to leave and not disappear like a thief. 

Since then, he has always informed you whenever he is taking his leave. But this whole him leaving a little too early in the morning has happened more times than you’d like to admit. And it always happens in the pattern where he tells you the night before that you are not to expect to see him in the morning. 

You don’t quite know why you’re disappointed, to be honest. Maybe it is that part of you that wants to have lazy and slow mornings with him, that feels betrayed. But how is he to know that you desire that with him? How is he to read your mind and understand the feelings that have quietly developed in your heart for him?

There have been several such mornings when you have woken to an empty bed and just thought what exactly it is that you are doing. 

You are sleeping with a man whom you have fallen for, without any transparency and are continuing to pretend that you are still okay with the whole friends with benefits arrangement. 

Why do that to yourself? 

The answer to that is simple. It is fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of embarrassment. Fear of ruining what you have. 

You have played it like a video tape—the negative scenario, what would happen if you were to confess and  Jungkook were to tell you that he does not feel the same. He would probably be surprised initially—although you don’t really know if there is any ground for him to be surprised—and then he will probably tell you that he does not feel the same, and somehow try to make you feel good about the situation so that you do not feel weird about it.

Jungkook has always been like that. A wild man in bed but a soft little caring baby in your arms.

You do not know what will be left of the two of you after that though. But you assume having a heartbreak is better than cheating yourself like this—than giving yourself false hopes and living off of breadcrumbs. 

You surely deserve better than that. 

You’re not quite sure what it is about today but you feel brave. Maybe it is the way Jungkook is clinging onto you which makes you realise just badly you want to hold him and call him yours, or maybe it is just how good Jungkook has fucked you that your head isn’t working right. 

Whatever it might be, you do not want to swallow down the sadness that is slowly spreading from your chest to your entire body. You want to gather whatever courage that sadness is giving you and clear a few things.

Jungkook notices that you have suddenly gone quiet. He gently pokes you, “hey, everything okay?”

You snap back to the man in your arms, who is entirely unaware of the thoughts running in your head. 

“What are we doing, Jungkook?” 

He is confused at the question. What do you mean by such an odd question? And why do you suddenly seem a mix of both sad and determined?

“Uh…cuddling?”

“Right,” you sigh. “But like what are we?”

Jungkook’s brow furrows. “We are friends.”

“Do friends fuck like animals, Jungkook?”

He scrunches his nose at the way you phrase it. “Well, we are what they call friends with benefits.”

You look up at the ceiling and take a deep breath with your eyes shut, before looking him straight in the eye. “I have feelings for you, Jungkook.’

The reaction to your words comes a little delayed. 

But when it does, it comes in the form of his arms losing their grip around you and the look of confusion on his face changing into sheer denial. 

“What—How?” He asks, now getting up. “Tell me you’re joking.”

His reaction makes your heart sink. “Why would I joke about having feelings for you?”

He shakes his head. “But why would you do that? I thought you knew what this was all about. I thought you were smart enough to not confuse sex with intimacy.”

Those words come at your heart like a bullet and pierces through you, leaving you feeling beyond just hurt and shocked. 

You think Jungkook’s expression falters, as if he too realises just how harsh he was. But you couldn’t care less. 

“So you think it is my fault that I fell for you?”

“I did not mean it that—”

“You think what we do is normal? You staying over? Us cuddling? You cooking dinner for me? You taking me to new places, just because? You think I am in the wrong for falling for you and mistaking these things as intimacy?”

The brief look of regret Jungkook had a few moments ago is gone. His jaw clenches and a look of defensiveness takes over. “So, you are saying that I led you on? C’mon, Y/N, if that is all that it takes for you to fall for someone, then don’t worry you will fall for some random guy in no time, and get over your feelings for me.” 

You don't recognise Jungkook at all. Every word that comes out of his mouth breaks any hopes you have ever had. “You're such an asshole, Jungkook. I can't believe this.”

“I'm the asshole for knowing what this actually was? For being mature enough to not fall for what was supposed to be purely physical?”

You close your eyes shut. You cannot cry now. You just cannot. 

“I cannot believe this. We should have never done this. We were better off being distant friends who saw each other once every six months.”

Jungkook’s words remind you how the two of you had initially met, through a mutual acquaintance and since then you only ever saw each other at parties or gatherings. On one such occasion things had slipped and you both had agreed that you two had a good time and this could be a legitimate arrangement that can be continued. 

You two could not even be considered friends when the arrangement started. However, with time, with every night spent together, things had started to change. 

There were so many conversations the two of you would have. So many things you would do together, so many stories shared with each other. 

But apparently, you were only a fool to have considered all of that as intimacy. 

“You should leave,” you mutter slowly, almost sounding numb, when all you are trying is to not break in front of him.

You just feel so humiliated. In the various possibilities that you thought would take place when you confess to Jungkook, feeling humiliated by him was not one of them. 

The frown on his face deepens upon hearing your words. “Trust me, I was not planning on staying. Who knows, what you will mistake that as.”

You grit your teeth and hold your words back. Jungkook might be comfortable with stooping that low, but you are not. All you want right now is for him to leave so that you can cry in peace and process this whole thing. 

You sit there on the bed as Jungkook picks up his things and look away when he starts putting up his clothes to leave. 

Jungkook leaves without saying another word. You wait for the clicking sound of the door and the moment it does, you grab a pillow and start crying silently, not knowing what is worse—the rejection or the humiliation. 

You're halfway through a chapter when the doorbell rings.

With a sigh, you slip your finger between the pages and look up. It rings again before you can even get off the couch.

"Jesus, okay."

Muttering under your breath, you put the book down and make your way to the front door.

You're not expecting anyone.

When you pull it open, your brain completely blanks.

Jungkook stands on the other side.

For a second, you genuinely think you're imagining him.

Three months.

Three whole months since you've last seen him. Three months since that night.

Not that he's had any way of contacting you. You block his number the same night. Then his Instagram. Then everything else you can think of.

And yet somehow he's standing right there.

He doesn't say anything.

Just looks at you.

His face gives nothing away. No smile. No apology. No anger. Nothing.

You stare back.

One second.

Two.

Three.

Then you nod once.

"Absolutely not."

And slam the door shut in his face.

The sheer audacity.

A/N: kept this as kind of an open ending because it has happened so many times that i have later felt like writing a part two so hehe. 😉