Caroline

You sit on top of your comforter on your bed with your legs stretched out, your left ankle crossed over your right. Your arms are folded across your chest as you have your head turned to your left and stare at your phone next to you. It lays flat on the nightstand, completely silent. Unfolding your arms, you twist your body and reach over with your right arm to tilt your phone toward you to check the time. 

It's about time he called. Why isn't it ringing?

Every time your best friend leaves to go on tour, he'd call you on Face Time. It doesn't matter if he had just done six encores or stayed up all night after a show. No matter how tired he is, it is a routine that he always sticks to. Not once is there a day that he doesn't call you. 

So now, you expect him to call you. 

Your hand tilts the phone back down so that it lays flat again. As you move your body back into the position it was in just seconds ago, you exhale softly. That's when your phone rings and a Face Time call from him comes through. You inhale sharply and reach for your phone again, adjusting your position so that you're sitting up with your legs crossed. Suspending the phone in the air in front of your face, you clear your throat before answering the Face Time call. 

"Miss me?" He has a smirk on his face as he's staring at you through the screen. The same smirk he always wears whenever he calls you on Face Time and asks that question. 

"No." You scoff while shaking your head.

"How many more times do I have to ask that for you to admit that you do miss me every time I go on tour?" He chuckles, raising his eyebrows. 

"You can stop asking that because I will never admit it." You see the video shaking as he seems to be walking somewhere and the background looks awfully familiar. 

"Hold on, I'll call you back." He says before abruptly ending the Face Time call. 

You stare at your phone home screen and softly blink twice before hearing the doorbell ring. Your head jerks to the left upon hearing the sound and it rings again. "Who is it?" You mumble to yourself while tossing your phone onto the comforter in front of you and inching off of your bed to go answer the door. 

You take a few more steps toward the front door of your apartment. "Who is it?" You call but there's no answer. Tilting your head to the side, your left hand reaches for the lock on the door and turns it to unlock the door before pulling it open. 

"You still won't admit it even if I show up like this?" He stands in your doorway with both his thumbs stuck inside his jeans pockets . He's wearing that stupid smirk again. 

"Jungkook." You stand on the other side of the doorframe and call his name. "What are you doing here?" 

"I came back a bit early from tour so I came to see you." His eyebrows move up and down. "So, did you miss me?" 

You don't answer and just stare at him. He's wearing a black CK t-shirt and skinny jeans. Seeing him standing in front of you like this felt like a dream. A dream that you didn't ever want to wake up from. Because you did miss him. You miss him every time he leaves to go on tour. 

"Damn it." You mutter under your breath as you exhale. You blink softly again before your right hand grabs the collar of his t-shirt and pulls his body closer to yours. His face is inches away from yours and his eyes are wide while they look down at you. "This is all your fault." You whisper while maintaining eye contact with him just before you stand on your toes to press your lips against his. 

Jungkook immediately responds to your intimate touch by closing his eyes and kissing you back. His right hand holds the back of your head as you take two steps back and he takes two forward so that he's now kissing you against the wall next to the door. While his lips stay connected to yours, he uses his left foot to push the door closed. His lips move gently against yours as his other hand wraps around your waist. You and he stay joined at the lips for a few more seconds before he pulls away. 

His eyes open as do yours and Jungkook looks down at you, his right hand now caressing your left cheek and his left still on your waist. "I'll take that as you did miss me? So are we now-?" 

You roll your eyes and chuckle softly, "Shut up." 

Jungkook smirks again with his eyes gazing at you seductively. He then pulls you closer to him by your waist and your chest is now touching his. You let out a soft gasp at the sudden pull and keep your eyes on his as he leans down to connect his lips with yours again. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You go out a lot then?”

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

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

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

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

You snort.

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

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

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

“Unless their cars break down?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re impossible,” he laughs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At this rate, your bumpers will need replacing next.

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

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

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

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

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

His fingers tighten around your jaw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mind if I join?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly Jungkook’s voice chimes up close behind you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jungkook leans into it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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YnLnUpdates The press tour for "Challengers" is set to start this week.... 👀

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user1 i just know she's about to serve so many looks

user2 this movie is going to change my life

user3 already feel like it's going to be iconic

user4 omg im so excited

user5 her and law roach are going to serve some looks i know it

user6 this is so important to me i can't wait

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tmz Y/n L/n and the cast of 'Challengers' on the Italian television show 'Che Tempo Che Fa' revealed L/n has a mystery boyfriend.

"My boyfriend, who isn't that good at tennis but he's pretty athletic, when I wasn't working with the trainer, he [her boyfriend] would workout with me and as time went on I was the one who was winning the games." when asked if her partner would say she's a better tennis player she replied "Oh absolutely! He has things he better at but when it comes to Tennis.... I've definitely got him beat." It's not publicly known who L/n is seeing.

The host later surprised L/n with bouquet of Gardenia flowers and jokingly asked if her partner also gives her Gardenia flowers which she replied “Im expecting some when I get home!” with a cheeky smile.

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user1 of course miss secretive has a boyfriend

user2 so he has to not be famous if they haven't been pictured together

user3 mike's face in that picture is making me think things....

->user4 they were giving each other some looks the whole time ->user5 i saw that too 👀

user6 and when it ends up being one of her co-stars i'll act surprised

user7 wait what if he's a tennis player and that's why she was joking about him being "pretty athletic" 😭

user8 no man is deserving enough of y/n l/n

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oscarpiastri Pretty good week!

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user1 Y/N L/N?!?!?!?

user2 no way he just dumped this on us

yourusername love you so so so dearly

->oscarpiastri Im the luckiest guy in the world! Love you ❤ ->user3 okay i love them already ->user4 insane what do you mean this is real ->user5 at least he's aware

user6 hard launch of the century what the hell?!?!??

user7 making that the first picture when he just won his 4th race is so lover boy coded

user8 people thought he was talking to a wall when mentioning her MEANWHILE he was going home to her...

->user9 he manifested her fr ->user10 bro was talking about her and no one knew she was his girlfriend i can'ttt

user11 oh so he WON WON

user12 "he's pretty athletic" and he's an f1 driver she's so 😭☠

user13 okay man whatever no need to brag

user14 so is she a better tennis player oscarpiastri ??

->oscarpiastri yes. ->user15 not the full stop 😭 ->user16 he meant that shit ☠

user17 people were shipping her with every man she's been in the same room as just to be dating someone no one could've guessed

user18 this is so insane WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?!????

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✎…… i love this fic <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just hold on to me,” he tells you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not usually.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looks at you, quizzically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can tell,” he laughs.

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

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

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

“So you like living here then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You figured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His coyness makes you burst into laughter. How cute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I knew you weren’t the type.”

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

“He’d want you to be happy, no?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Better than the bed,” you giggle sleepily.

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

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

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

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

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The kitchen was always the heart of your home, but tonight, it felt more like a professional studio. Jungkook moved with a rhythmic efficiency that you had grown to love and a natural grace that reminded you of the way he carried himself on stage. He wasn't just cooking, he was creating, his movements fluid and intentional as he balanced three different pans at once.

He looked effortless, even with the small beads of sweat forming on his brow. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that clung to his broad shoulders, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the ink of his tattoos as he skillfully minced garlic with a sharpness that would have made a Michelin Star chef nod in approval.

You sat on a high stool at the kitchen island, nursing a glass of wine and watching him with undisguised admiration. It was a rare night where both of your schedules allowed for a pause, and he had insisted on taking over entirely.

"You know," you said, swirling the deep red liquid in your glass, "you’re making it very hard for me to contribute anything other than emotional support."

Jungkook looked over his shoulder, a playful, dimpled grin lighting up his face. He quickly wiped his hands on a towel and walked over, leaning against the counter in front of you. He smelled of sea salt, fresh herbs, and the faint, citrusy scent of the cologne he wore.

"Your support is the most important part of the recipe," he teased, his voice dropping into that smooth, melodic register that always made your heart skip. "Besides, you’ve been working hard all week. This is my way of helping you relax."

He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin with a gentleness that made your heart skip a beat. He held your gaze for a moment, his eyes dark and sincere.

"I need to check the reduction," he murmured reluctantly, pulling away with a lingering touch of his fingers against your jaw.

You watched him go back to the stove. He handled the heat and the timing with the same level of discipline he applied to his practice. He wasn't fumbling, he was masterfully bringing together an elaborate dish, adjusting seasonings with the confidence of someone who understood the chemistry of flavor and balance.

When he finally finished, the presentation was impeccable. It was something you’d expect from a high-end restaurant, not a quiet dinner for two. He carried the plates over to the dining table, where he had already lit a few candles, their soft glow catching the light in his focused eyes.

As you both ate, the conversation flowed from the mundane details of the week to deeper discussions about the dreams he was currently chasing. He was a great listener, rarely interrupting, his eyes constantly searching yours as if trying to gauge whether the meal was truly as good as he hoped.

"It’s perfect," you told him after the first bite, meeting his expectant gaze.

Jungkook visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropping from their high, tense position. He chuckled, a genuine, hearty sound that filled the room. "I was worried. I spent three hours prepping the base, and I wanted it to be just right for you."

"Jungkook, you could serve me toast and I’d be happy," you said truthfully, reaching across the table to cover his hand with yours.

He flipped his hand over, interlacing his fingers with yours, his grip firm and reassuring. "I know. But I don't want to give you just anything. I want to give you my best, even on the quiet nights."

After dinner, he insisted on cleaning up, refusing to let you touch a single plate. While he moved around the kitchen, humming a soft, rhythmic tune, you leaned against the doorframe, just watching him. He seemed so grounded, so entirely himself in this space. He was a man of infinite layers—the performer, the perfectionist, the athlete—but in these moments, he was simply the man who loved you and treated you with the utmost care.

When he finally finished, he walked over to you, pulling you into his arms. He didn't say anything, just held you close, his chin resting on top of your head. You could feel the warmth of him, the steady rhythm of his heart against your chest.

"I'm tired," he admitted into your hair, his voice muffled and heavy with a long-hidden exhaustion.

"Then let's go to sleep," you whispered, pulling back to look at him.

He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally, a slow, sweet kiss to your lips. It was a kiss that tasted of quiet promises and a long, peaceful night ahead.

"We need more nights like these," he whispered, his hands moving to your waist to pull you against him. "No work, no schedules. Just you and me. That’s all I need right now."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Really?"

"Really."

"You won't regret it?"

Jungkook smiled, the same smile you had first seen in that quiet little country.

"I'm more afraid that I waited too long to ask."

And for the first time, you realized… Maybe luck really was on your side.

Because a trip that had started as nothing more than an escape from work had brought you to a country that wasn't particularly popular, introduced you to someone who had simply wanted a break from his own world, and that someone had turned out to be Jeon Jungkook. From the very first day the two of you met, he had quietly made up his mind about one thing.

He was serious. Very serious.

And this time, he had no intention of letting go of your hand.

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That evening should have been like any other. You had just gotten home from work, set your bag down on the sofa in your small apartment in Seoul, and let out a long sigh as you stretched your sore shoulders. Outside the window, the sky was already dark, and the city lights were slowly flickering on one by one. It had been a fairly exhausting day, but there was one thing that had made it almost impossible for you to focus since morning.

That night was the BTS concert ticket sale day.

Funny enough, every time you thought about that fact, you still had to remind yourself that your situation was different now.

You were no longer just an ARMY hoping that one day you'd get to meet Jungkook.

You were already his girlfriend.

Jeon Jungkook's official girlfriend, the one he occasionally visited just to have dinner with, the one he sent random food pictures to almost every day, and the one he still video called just to say good night even though the two of you lived in the same country.

But there was one small problem.

You were still an ARMY.

And somehow, dating Jungkook hadn't magically erased those feelings.

A few days earlier, Jungkook had even looked at your phone calendar in confusion when he noticed it was filled with reminders.

"What's that?"

"Reminders."

"For what?"

"Ticketing."

"W... ticketing?"

"Yeah."

"Con... concert?"

You nodded casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"BTS concert."

Jungkook blinked a few times before letting out a quiet laugh. At the time, you thought he simply found it amusing. Nothing strange about it. Nothing worth discussing. The conversation ended just like that.

Meanwhile, you had started preparing for ticketing with complete seriousness.

Your laptop was fully updated. Your tablet was fully charged. So was your phone. You checked your internet connection over and over again. Even your ARMY group chat had started coming up with strategies. Some people planned to use two accounts, some asked family members for help, and some had even taken time off work so they could focus entirely when ticket sales opened.

Quietly, you found yourself getting nervous along with everyone else.

Jungkook had actually texted you a few times that night.

Jungkook: What are you doing? Busy? Have you eaten yet?

But your replies were very short.

You: Hang on. I'm busy. Later, okay?

Jungkook, who was at the studio, tilted his head as he stared at his phone. His girlfriend was busy. And somehow… He had a strange feeling about it.

Meanwhile, back at your apartment, the situation had slowly turned into a small battlefield. There were only a few minutes left before ticket sales began. You sat at your desk with your hair tied up messily, wearing pajamas, occasionally bouncing your leg from nervousness.

The ARMY group chat had become incredibly active. Dozens of notifications came in every minute. Everyone was encouraging each other, reminding one another to stay calm, while secretly preparing for the worst possible outcome.

Five minutes before sales started, you took a deep breath.

"Good luck."

Someone sent a message.

"I hope we all get tickets." "Amen."

You typed your own reply. Then the clock reached the long-awaited moment.

Refresh.

Loading.

Refresh again.

Loading.

You're in.

You're out again.

Refresh.

Error.

You bit your lip as you kept trying to get in. Your hands started to feel cold. Your heart was beating faster.

Every bit of your concentration was focused on the screen in front of you. Every time the page seemed close to loading, the system crashed again.

Your friends in the group chat started panicking.

"I'm fifty thousand!" "I'm one hundred thousand!" "Why do I keep getting errors?!"

You started to panic too.

Refresh again.

This time, it worked.

A queue number appeared. You looked at it. Then froze.

"..."

It was too high. Way too high.

You didn't even want to calculate the chances of there still being tickets left by the time your turn came.

But like every other ARMY, you waited. You kept hoping.

You watched the numbers slowly move while occasionally reading the panicked messages flooding the group chat.

Time seemed to crawl. 

Half an hour.

Forty minutes.

An hour.

The queue number kept going down.

Your hopes rose and fell with it.

Then finally… You got in.

You almost screamed with excitement.

You quickly picked a section. Pressed the purchase button.

Loading.

Loading again.

Then a small message appeared on the screen.

Sold Out.

You froze.

Maybe the system was wrong. You tried again.

Sold Out.

Another section.

Sold Out.

The next one.

Sold Out.

All of them.

Gone.

You simply sat there, staring at your laptop screen. It was hard to believe that more than an hour of waiting had ended with just two simple words.

The mood in the ARMY group chat wasn't much different. One by one, people started sharing screenshots of their failures.

Some were crying. Some joked that life had lost all meaning. Some complained about the queue system. And without realizing it… You sent a message too.

"I didn't get one..."

A few seconds later, the replies poured in.

"SAME HERE." "I FAILED TOO." "LET'S CRY TOGETHER."

You smiled a little. But you were still sad. Your phone vibrated. Jungkook's name appeared on the screen. You answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"Hm."

Jungkook immediately stopped talking.

"What's wrong?"

"..."

"Are you crying?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"..."

"You're crying."

"I couldn't get tickets."

A few seconds of silence.

"Tickets?"

"Yeah."

"What tickets?"

You closed your eyes. "Jungkook."

"Hm?"

"BTS concert tickets."

"Oh."

Silence again.

"I didn't get any."

"Yeah."

"I didn't get any."

"Yeah."

"I'm sad."

And on the other end of the call, Jungkook suddenly let out a small laugh. Not because he was making fun of you. But because the situation was completely ridiculous.

His girlfriend. Jeon Jungkook's official girlfriend. The person who could call him anytime. Who already knew his family. Who had dinner with him almost every week. Was genuinely heartbroken because she had failed to get BTS concert tickets.

"Baby."

"What."

"Are you home?"

"Yeah."

"I'm coming over."

"Huh?"

"Wait for me."

The call ended. You stared at your phone for a few more seconds before letting out a long sigh.

Honestly, you were still sad. Part of you knew this was ridiculous. You could have asked Jungkook for help. You could have taken advantage of your relationship. But that didn't feel right. You wanted the same experience as every other ARMY. 

You wanted to feel nervous. To wait in line. To experience the same joy or disappointment everyone else did. 

Less than thirty minutes later, you heard the sound of your apartment door code being entered. The door opened. Jungkook walked in wearing a black hoodie and a cap that still covered part of his hair. He was carrying a bag of food he had picked up on the way.

His eyes immediately searched for you, still sitting in front of your laptop with a disappointed expression. He looked at the screen.

He saw the Sold Out message.

He looked at the tablet. Then the phone. Then the laptop. Then back at you. Slowly… A small smile began to appear on his face.

You narrowed your eyes immediately. "Don't laugh."

Jungkook bit his lip, trying his hardest to hide the smile that was becoming more and more obvious.

"I'm not laughing."

"You're about to."

"No."

"You're laughing."

His shoulders started shaking. You let out a long sigh.

"Jeon Jungkook..."

And the very next second, Jungkook couldn't hold it in anymore. His laughter filled the living room of your small apartment as he looked at you with the fondest expression you had ever seen.

Because it seemed… He had just realized something. His girlfriend really was an ARMY. And honestly… He thought it was the cutest thing in the entire world.

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Jungkook laughed for quite a while before he finally had to wipe the corner of his eyes. You had been sitting in front of your laptop the whole time, glaring at him in annoyance, although deep down, some of your disappointment had already begun to fade because of his reaction. There was something Jungkook always managed to do without even realizing it. Even on a bad day, he could make you smile simply by being himself.

"I'm sad."

"I know."

"I really am sad."

"I know that too."

"And you're laughing."

Jungkook quickly shook his head. His laughter had stopped, but that small smile was still obvious on his face. He set the bag of food he'd brought onto the table before walking over and sitting down beside you on the living room floor. His eyes moved between the laptop screen that still displayed the words Sold Out and your face, which looked genuinely disappointed.

"Can I ask you something?"

You let out a long sigh.

"What?"

"You really joined the ticket war?"

"Yeah."

"This whole time?"

"Yeah."

"Using three devices?"

"Yeah."

Jungkook looked at the laptop. The tablet. The phone. Then back at you.

"Are you serious?"

You stared at him in disbelief. "Jungkook."

"Hm?"

"I told you about this last week."

"True."

"I even set alarms."

"True."

"I could barely focus at work today."

"True."

The longer the conversation went on, the harder Jungkook's expression was to explain. It looked like he was trying to understand something incredibly complicated. His brows were slightly furrowed, his head tilted to one side, and every now and then he nodded to himself as though he was putting together pieces of a puzzle.

"I'm still confused."

"What are you confused about?"

"You."

"Huh?"

"You're my girlfriend."

"Yeah."

"I'm Jungkook."

"Yeah."

"Jungkook from BTS."

"Yeah."

"A member of BTS."

"Yeah, Jungkook. I know."

"Then why are you fighting for concert tickets?"

You stayed quiet for a few seconds.

Honestly, it was a question you'd asked yourself many times. Even your coworkers who knew about your relationship had wondered the same thing. Wouldn't everything be easier if you just asked for help? Wouldn't it be much more practical?

But to you… It felt different.

You looked at the laptop screen as it slowly went dark from sitting unused for too long. "I just wanted to experience it."

"Experience what?"

"Being an ARMY."

Jungkook blinked.

"But you are an ARMY."

"I mean..."

You smiled softly.

"...I wanted to feel nervous. I wanted to wait in line. I wanted to panic. I wanted to be happy if I got tickets and sad if I failed."

Jungkook listened without interrupting.

"If everything was easy just because I'm your girlfriend..."

You shrugged lightly. "...it would feel like something was missing."

The room fell silent for a moment. Jungkook looked down at his own hands.

To be honest, the world he lived in had been different from everyone else's for a very long time. Years ago, many things had stopped feeling normal to him. Secret trips, packed schedules, security escorts, even concerts that millions of people fought desperately just to get tickets for.

And now… His own girlfriend was explaining something he'd never thought about before.

"You know?"

"What?"

"You're weird."

You immediately sighed.

"There it is again."

"It's a compliment."

"It's not."

"It is."

Jungkook laughed softly before unconsciously leaning his shoulder against yours. "You never ask for pictures."

"Yeah."

"You never ask for autographs."

"Yeah."

"You never ask me to introduce you to the members."

"Yeah."

"You won't even let me help you get concert tickets."

"Yeah."

"You're weird."

You simply laughed quietly.

"Maybe."

"Not maybe."

Jungkook shook his head firmly.

"You really are weird."

A few minutes later, things settled down again. Jungkook opened the bag of food he'd brought. Inside were several of your favorite snacks and drinks, which somehow he'd memorized without you realizing it. He handed one to you, and you accepted it with a quiet thank you.

"Are you still sad?"

"A little."

"Hm."

"Don't laugh again."

"I'm not laughing."

"You're smiling."

"I can't help it."

You looked at him suspiciously.

"Why?"

Jungkook chuckled again.

"Because..."

"What?"

"...I still can't believe it."

"Believe what?"

"You almost cried because you couldn't get tickets to watch me."

You immediately covered your face with both hands.

"Please don't remind me."

"It's funny."

"It's tragic."

"It's funny."

"It's tragic."

Jungkook slowly shook his head.

"Baby."

"Hm?"

"You know who I am, right?"

You sighed.

"Yeah."

"I'm Jungkook."

"Yeah."

"Jungkook from BTS."

"Yeah."

"Then why are you sad?"

You turned to look at him. "Because I didn't get tickets."

Jungkook stared at you for a few seconds. Then suddenly burst out laughing again. This time, even harder than before.

He had to lean his head back against the sofa while holding his stomach.

You started getting annoyed. "Funny, huh?"

"A little."

"Jeon Jungkook."

"Sorry."

"Funny, huh?!"

You grabbed one of the sofa cushions and threw it at him. Jungkook caught it easily before hugging it to his chest, still laughing softly. His eyes had even started watering from holding back his laughter for so long.

Once things calmed down again, he looked at you with a much softer expression.

"Baby."

"What?"

"Do you really want to watch a BTS concert?"

You nodded immediately. "Yeah."

"Up close?"

"Yeah."

"As close as possible?"

"Yeah."

Jungkook smiled. "Okay."

You frowned. "Okay what?"

"Okay."

"Jungkook."

"Hm?"

"Okay what?"

Jungkook didn't answer right away. Instead, he stood up, walked into the kitchen to grab two bottles of drinks, then sat back down beside you as though your question wasn't important at all. You started getting suspicious when you noticed that little smile still hadn't left his face.

"Jeon Jungkook."

"Hm?"

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"I'm not."

"You have an idea, don't you?"

"No."

"You're lying."

"I'm not."

You narrowed your eyes.

Jungkook finally gave up. He let out a small sigh before turning to you.

"Baby."

"Hm?"

"You know..."

"What?"

"...that I'm one of the BTS members, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah."

"And you know..."

"Yeah?"

"...that you have access other ARMYs probably don't?"

You immediately started feeling uneasy. "Jungkook..."

"Wait."

He raised a hand, stopping your protest before it could begin. "I just want to say one thing."

You stayed quiet. Jungkook smiled softly.

"You might have lost the ticket war tonight."

You nodded sadly. 

"But..."

He paused for a moment, clearly enjoying your curious expression.

"...I think I have an idea that's much better."

And somehow… The smile on Jeon Jungkook's face at that moment gave you a familiar feeling. The same feeling you'd had when you first met him in that quiet little country. That he was planning something. And usually… Whatever Jeon Jungkook had planned was almost impossible for you to refuse.

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Jungkook didn't continue his sentence right away. Instead, he picked up one of the drinks he'd brought, opened it slowly, and handed it to you as if the two of you weren't discussing something that was making you a little nervous. That small smile was still on his face. A smile you had come to know quite well. The kind that usually appeared whenever he thought he had a good idea and was certain you wouldn't be able to refuse it.

You accepted the drink with a frown. "What idea?"

"Hm."

"Jeon Jungkook."

"Hm?"

"You're scaring me."

Jungkook laughed softly. "Why are you scared?"

"Because whenever you smile like that, it means something's up."

"There is."

"See?"

Jungkook leaned back against the sofa. His gaze drifted toward the apartment window, where the lights of Seoul glittered against the night sky. Somehow, seeing you so disappointed over not getting concert tickets had made him think about a lot of things. Ever since the two of you started dating, you had almost never asked him for anything. Sometimes, Jungkook even felt like you were the one trying to make sure your relationship stayed as normal as possible.

When you first became close, you never asked him to introduce you to the other members. When you officially started dating, you never asked for expensive gifts. When you moved to Korea, you had even insisted on taking public transportation to work, despite Jungkook offering several times to drive you.

And tonight… You had fought alongside millions of other ARMYs just to buy concert tickets.

To Jungkook… That was a little frustrating. Because he wanted to make you happy.

"Y/N..."

"Hm?"

"Are you really that sad?"

You smiled softly. "A little."

"A little?"

"Yeah."

"On a scale of one to ten?"

"...Eight."

Jungkook nodded slowly. "Okay."

"Okay what?"

"Okay."

"Jungkook."

"Hm?"

"You're starting to annoy me."

He simply laughed quietly at your expression. His hand reached out and gently fixed a few strands of your messy hair that had fallen out after sitting in front of your laptop for so long. The gesture was so natural that sometimes you still had trouble believing any of this was real. There were moments when you still saw Jungkook as the idol you used to watch through a screen. But there were also moments like tonight, when he looked like nothing more than a man trying to comfort his girlfriend.

"I want to ask you something."

"What?"

"If I gave you tickets..."

You shook your head immediately. "No."

Jungkook hadn't even finished speaking.

"Baby."

"No."

"I'm not done."

"No."

"Do you even know what I was going to say?"

"I do."

"Not necessarily."

"It's definitely about tickets."

Jungkook let out a long sigh.

"You, honestly."

"I don't want them."

"Why?"

"You know why."

Of course Jungkook knew.

He knew that you wanted to earn everything your own way. He knew you didn't want special treatment just because of your relationship. And he also knew that was one of the things that had made him fall for you from the very beginning.

But… That didn't mean he was giving up.

"I just want to make you happy."

This time, you fell silent. Jungkook's voice was much quieter than before.

"I know."

"And?"

"But I don't want you to feel like you have to do something just because you're my boyfriend."

Jungkook looked at you for a few moments. "Weird."

"There it is again."

"You really are weird."

You laughed softly. Somehow, seeing you laugh made Jungkook smile in relief too. Little by little, the sad expression you'd been wearing all evening started to disappear. To him, that was enough.

Then suddenly… Jungkook seemed to remember something.

"Oh."

You turned toward him.

"What?"

"Oh."

"Jungkook."

"Oh."

"What is it?"

Jungkook pulled his phone out of the pocket of his hoodie and opened something. His eyes scanned the screen for a few seconds before the corners of his lips slowly lifted.

"Baby."

"Hm?"

"I just realized something."

"What?"

"You joined the ticket war earlier."

"Yeah."

"You failed."

"Yeah."

"You were sad."

"Yeah."

"But..."

He held up his phone.

"...you forgot that I've never taken you to a BTS concert."

You blinked.

"Huh?"

Jungkook looked genuinely deep in thought now.

"We're dating."

"Yeah."

"You've already moved to Korea."

"Yeah."

"We've had dinner together countless times."

"Yeah."

"You've met my family."

"Yeah."

"But..."

He looked at you in disbelief. "...I've never taken my own girlfriend to a BTS concert."

You started laughing. "Whose fault is that?"

"Mine."

"Yeah."

Jungkook nodded firmly. "Yeah, mine."

You laughed even harder at how seriously he was treating the issue. 

"See?"

"See what?"

"I have a solution."

"Don't tell me backstage."

Jungkook went quiet.

"..."

"Jeon Jungkook."

"..."

"You were going to say backstage, weren't you?"

"...A little."

You immediately shook your head firmly.

"No."

"Why?"

"No."

"Baby."

"No."

"Y/N."

"No."

"Come on."

"No."

Jungkook stared at you for a long moment. Then he suddenly let out a long sigh and rested his head against your shoulder.

"You know?"

"What?"

"Sometimes I forget."

"Forget what?"

"That I'm dating the most stubborn ARMY in the entire world."

You laughed softly. "Is that a compliment?"

"Yeah."

"How?"

"Because..."

Jungkook gently wrapped an arm around your waist.

"...I never know what I'm supposed to do with you."

"Huh?"

"Usually, if someone's sad, I just buy them a gift."

"You don't have to buy me anything."

"If someone wants to meet me, I can just invite them."

You started smiling.

"If someone wants an autograph, I can give them one."

"Hm."

"If someone wants a picture, we can take one."

"Hm."

"But my girlfriend..."

Jungkook let out a quiet sigh. "...my girlfriend cries because she couldn't get concert tickets and then refuses every solution I come up with."

You couldn't hold back your laughter anymore. Jungkook simply shook his head, smiling to himself.

Honestly… This was exactly what had made him fall in love with you. Not because you saw him as an idol. Quite the opposite. Because you never took advantage of the fact that he was Jungkook from BTS. 

You always treated him as simply Jungkook. The man who liked sending random food pictures. The man who secretly got jealous of his own members. The man who occasionally came over to your apartment just to have dinner. The man who was now holding you on the sofa while trying to figure out how to make you happy.

Jungkook buried his face against your shoulder for a few moments before quietly mumbling,

"Baby."

"Hm?"

"Can I be selfish?"

You frowned.

"Selfish how?"

"I saw some ARMY comments earlier."

"What comments?"

"About the concert."

You suddenly had a bad feeling. Jungkook lifted his head and looked at you very seriously.

"They said a lot of people end up getting bias-wrecked after the concert."

You held back a laugh. "...And?"

"So I started thinking."

"Thinking what?"

"Maybe it's actually a good thing you didn't get tickets."

You turned toward him immediately. "Huh?!"

Jungkook nodded with an expression that was far too serious for someone who had just said something like that.

"Yeah."

"You're happy I failed the ticket war?"

"A little."

"Jeon Jungkook!"

"Because..."

He pulled you a little closer until your head rested against his shoulder.

"...I don't like the idea of you watching the other hyungs on stage and suddenly changing your bias."

You stared at him for a few seconds. Then… You burst out laughing so hard that you had to hold your stomach. And Jungkook, the same person who could confidently stand in front of tens of thousands of people without a hint of fear, quietly hugged you a little tighter. 

Because there was still one thing that worried him. That one day, his girlfriend—the ARMY he loved so much—would finally watch a BTS concert… Then come home and say,

"Baby... I think Hoseok just became my bias wrecker."

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A few days after the ticket war tragedy, your lives gradually returned to normal. You went to work as usual, Jungkook stayed busy with rehearsals and schedules, and almost every night, one of you somehow ended up at your apartment or his house. Sometimes you cooked together, sometimes you ordered takeout, and sometimes you watched movies that never actually got finished because one of you would end up falling asleep on the couch.

The only thing that felt a little different was Jungkook. He seemed... to be thinking too much.

At first, you didn't pay much attention to it. Maybe it was work. Maybe concert preparations. Maybe a new song he was working on. But the more you noticed it, the stranger he seemed.

Several times, you caught him staring at you for a little too long.

"What?"

"Hm?"

"You're staring at me."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No."

You simply shrugged. Jungkook could be weird sometimes.

One evening, the two of you were having dinner at your apartment. You had cooked a simple meal, while Jungkook had volunteered to wash the dishes afterward. It wasn't exactly an intentional division of labor. Jungkook had once said he felt guilty letting you cook by yourself.

You were clearing the table when you noticed Jungkook standing in the kitchen, staring at his phone.

His expression was serious. Very serious. Serious enough that his brows were slightly furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you look so serious?"

"I'm thinking."

"About what?"

"...It's a secret."

You immediately laughed.

"What kind of secret?"

"A secret."

"Work?"

"No."

"Music?"

"No."

"The concert?"

"No."

"Then what?"

Jungkook simply smiled.

"It's a secret."

Most people probably would have gotten curious.

You just nodded casually.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

"You're not curious?"

"If you want to tell me, you'll tell me."

"And if I don't?"

"That's okay too."

Jungkook fell silent.

Again.

You continued cleaning the table while Jungkook stayed where he was.

"Weird."

You looked over.

"What?"

"You."

"There it is again."

"Yeah."

The evening passed just like that. But as it turned out… Jungkook really had been planning something.

Two days later, you got off work a little earlier than usual. It had been an exhausting day. All you wanted was a shower, dinner, and an early night's sleep. As soon as you opened your apartment door, you spotted a very familiar pair of shoes by the entrance. Jungkook had arrived before you.

"You're already here?"

"Yeah."

"Why so early?"

"I was waiting for you."

You smiled softly. "Weren't you busy today?"

"I was."

"Huh?"

"But I wanted to see you more."

You could only shake your head and laugh. Even now, you still weren't used to hearing Jungkook say things like that so casually.

After dinner, the two of you sat in the living room as usual. You were checking your phone and reading messages from your coworkers.

Meanwhile… Jungkook looked restless. 

He sat down.

Stood up.

Sat down again.

Had a drink.

Stood up again.

You started paying attention. "Kook."

"Hm?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"You're acting weird."

"I'm not."

"There's definitely something going on."

Jungkook let out a long sigh.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

He stood up, walked over to the dining table, and picked up a black folder that, apparently, had been sitting there the whole time.

You frowned. "What's that?"

"Documents."

"Why does that sound so serious?"

"Because it is serious."

You started laughing.

"What? Do I have to sign paperwork to buy a house?"

"No."

"A contract?"

"No."

Jungkook sat back down beside you and handed you the folder.

"Read it."

You opened it.

The first page looked incredibly formal. There was a large title across the top.

NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT.

You read it once. Then again. Then looked at Jungkook. Then back at the paper.

"..."

"..."

"...Jungkook."

"Hm?"

"What is this?"

"An NDA."

"I know it's an NDA."

"Good."

You stared at him in disbelief.

"Why are you giving me an NDA?"

Jungkook looked perfectly calm. "Because you're close to BTS."

You blinked. "...Huh?"

"You know a lot of secrets."

"We've been dating for almost a year."

"Yeah."

"And you're only thinking about this now?!"

"Yeah."

You completely lost it. Not just a little laugh. You laughed so hard that you had to hold your stomach.

The thought of some company lawyer fainting if they found out an NDA was being handed out after months of dating was simply too funny.

Jungkook somehow managed to keep a straight face. Which only made you laugh even harder.

"Jeon Jungkook!"

"Hm?"

"Isn't this a little late?!"

"A little."

"A LITTLE?!"

"Yeah."

"You should've given me this before we started dating!"

"I forgot."

"You FORGOT?!"

"Yeah."

You burst into laughter again.

"Wait."

"What?"

"We've fallen asleep on video calls together."

"Yeah."

"We've gone on vacations together."

"Yeah."

"You've met my family."

"Yeah."

"I've met your family."

"Yeah."

"And you're giving me an NDA NOW?!"

Jungkook bit his lip. Because honestly… He knew this was ridiculous too.

"I just realized something."

"What?"

"You know way too much."

You turned to the next page. Then laughed again.

"What's this?"

"What?"

"'The second party is prohibited from revealing Jeon Jungkook's eating habits.'"

"Yeah."

"His eating habits too?!"

"That's important."

You kept reading.

"'The second party is prohibited from informing the public that Jeon Jungkook sometimes forgets where he puts his phone.'"

"That's important too."

"'The second party is prohibited from revealing how many black hoodies Jeon Jungkook owns.'"

"That's very important."

By now, you could barely breathe from laughing so much.

"Did you make this yourself?!"

"...Maybe."

"JUNGKOOK."

"I'm serious."

You flipped to the last page. Then froze. There was an additional handwritten note.

Final clause.

The second party is also prohibited from telling anyone that Jeon Jungkook actually fell in love back in that little country but was too scared to confess first.

Slowly, you lifted your head. Jungkook, who had looked so confident this whole time… Suddenly couldn't look you in the eye.

"You..."

"Hm?"

"Is this part of the NDA too?"

"...Maybe."

"You wrote this?"

"Yeah."

"Seriously?"

Jungkook scratched the back of his neck.

"I thought..."

He laughed quietly, embarrassed.

"...if I was already making a document, I might as well include everything."

You looked at him for a few seconds. Then reached for the pen on the table. Jungkook's eyes immediately widened.

"You're going to sign it?"

You nodded softly.

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Jungkook immediately sat up straighter. You opened the last page. Looked at the signature line. Then… You wrote something. Not your signature. Jungkook took the paper and read it.

Sorry. I can't sign this.

Jungkook looked up immediately.

"Why?!"

You smiled softly.

"Because I already know all of Jeon Jungkook's secrets."

"..."

"And I still love him anyway."

Jungkook fell silent.

"..."

"Are you going to sue me?"

He looked at you for a long moment. Then let out a deep sigh. "I failed at becoming a lawyer."

You laughed. Jungkook laughed too. Then, without saying another word, he folded the NDA, placed it on the living room table, and pulled you into his arms.

It seemed… That NDA had never really been meant to be signed. It was simply the most complicated excuse Jeon Jungkook could come up with… To admit that he had been in love with you for a very long time.

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He had been staring at that letter for what felt like hours. He hadn’t even opened it, but just seeing the names had been enough for his stomach to start aching.

He thought it was junk mail or a light bill, which is why he had left it with the rest of the pile somewhere in the kitchen. But when he looked closer, bills didn’t have flowers or engagement rings printed on them, nor ribbons wrapped around them.

Then, as his hands trembled while picking it up, he knew he couldn’t open it anymore after confirming it was your name written there.

Your name next to another man’s.

Another man who wasn’t him.

His foot kept tapping against the floor without rhythm, his fingers drumming on the table, but his eyes were stuck on that invitation. On your name.

And for a second, just a second, his mind betrayed him.

This time it wasn’t imagination, because his eyes were now fixed on the photo decorating the piece of furniture in front of him.

You laughing, leaning slightly into him, like it was the most natural thing in the world. His arm around your shoulder. Like you belonged there. Like it meant nothing. Like it meant everything.

He hadn’t taken it down. Seven years had passed, and he still hadn’t found the courage to take it down, because to him, you were still right there beside him, just like all the years he had spent by your side.

And the invitation was still in his hands.

There was no need to open it. He didn’t want to. Because something inside him told him it was all a dream, a product of his imagination, his mind betraying him with his biggest fear.

But there it was. He could see it with his own eyes, yet he refused to believe it. Not until he heard it from your own voice.

That voice he hadn’t heard in seven years, and yet had missed so much.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated, not knowing what to do. He had even started sweating despite the air conditioner being on.

But the feeling in his body was much stronger. Imagining you with another man hurt the most.

Because he had promised you. But apparently, you didn’t remember. Or maybe it had never meant as much to you as it had to him, just a silly promise between two teenagers with broken hearts.

But what made him angrier was thinking that someday you would realize everything. How he looked at you, how he cared for you, how he loved you with all his soul from the very first moment he saw you when you were eight years old. He felt ridiculous for thinking that one day you would suddenly realize he was the man of your life.

Or maybe he felt betrayed? By your empty promise. Maybe. He didn’t know.

What he did know was the amount of emotions his nervous system was going through. Pain, frustration, sadness, melancholy… happiness?

He could say he felt happy knowing you were happy, that you were living your best life. Because even though you didn’t talk anymore, he still checked your posts, your stories, but he never liked them, especially not the ones where he appeared.

He could even say he felt like blocking you. He thought that maybe, if he unblocked you again, the man appearing in your posts would disappear and he would only see your beautiful face again.

Because you had moved on. You had forgotten about him, while there wasn’t a single moment in his day when he didn’t think about you.

But he was a coward, because even though he was dying of curiosity about how you were, even though he wanted to hear your laugh again through a phone, he didn’t have the courage to call you.

Or maybe he only found that courage in this moment, when he grabbed his phone with desperation, needing to know if what he was seeing was real and not his mind playing tricks on him.

He didn’t even need to search for your number. It was pinned, even though the last message was from two years ago, your last birthday that he wished you happy birthday for—and never did again. Because he was afraid nothing would ever be the same.

His fingers trembled as they hovered over the call button, his mind feeding him too many thoughts making him doubt if it was a good idea: would you want to hear him? would you answer? what if he answers? what if you changed your number and never told him?

A never-ending chain of “what ifs” overwhelmed him so much that he threw the phone somewhere on the table, letting out a frustrated sigh because he did want to do it. He wanted to hear you.

But he wanted to hear you say it had all been a mistake, a joke, anything—but not the truth.

He let himself fall back against the chair, closing his eyes. Why was he such a coward?

But before his mind could betray him again, before he could regret it, before he could convince himself it didn’t matter and let it go…

He picked up the phone again and without thinking twice, pressed the button before his brain could catch up.

One ring, then another, and before he could hang up because fear was starting to take over:

“Jungkook?”

And his heart stopped as he heard your voice again. Jungkook had stopped breathing.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, until he finally found the courage.

“Is it real?”

His voice came out almost as a whisper.

You didn’t even need to ask what he meant, because you already knew.

“Yeah… it is.”

Jungkook’s world fell apart.

lilymhe gorgeousss girl 🤩

↳ ynnorris tyyy lily !!

user1 i can't believe i've never seen her account!!!

↳ user3 she's SO pretty but also she's very out of the limelight yk. idk what she's studying but she's normally in somerset

maxverstappen1 did he actually fly you out?

↳ ynnorris believe it or not, max, yes he did !! thankfully i'm not staying in his stinky flat ↳ lando why am i catching strays??

user2 love the slip dress!

↳ ynnorris thank you so much 🥹

francolapinto hermosaaa

↳ ynnorris no franco ↳ user4 for those wondering, franco's been trying to shoot his shot

carlossainz55 congrats yn!

↳ ynnorris thank youuu carlos! we're so excited 🥺

user5 can we talk about who it is now...?

↳ user6 no bc i really want to know. who could the daddy be!!!

lance_stroll ☀️

↳ ynnorris ☀️

user7 i say it's carlos

↳ user8 no its so obviously charles, why else would lando fly her from england to monaco??? ↳ user9 like half the grid lives in monaco , it could be any of them ↳ user10 WHAT IF ITS OSCAR ↳ user9 nah mate ur crazy ↳ user11 i'm sure she'll say later

user10 where's she staying if not his flat tho

flo_norris_showjumping look at your glow!!!

↳ ynnorris flo you're my favorite <333 ↳ lando again...

user12 the suns are a little weird...it could be lance!!

↳ user13 not STROLL lmao ↳ user14 well from the pic he's a little taller than her but then she's the same height as lando

alex_albon love the first one

↳ ynnorris ty wonder who took it

georgerussell63 do you want to come with alex and i instead of lando?

↳ lando MATE ↳ ynnorris no thanks, i'm with him 🥰 ↳ georgerussell63 it was worth a try lando, alex_albon

user15 2019 rookies dinners CONFIRMED

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ynnorris i've been relegated to watching drinks but it's alright because of our late night drives 🥰

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user16 DID NOT A SINGLE PERSON THINK IT COULD BE MAX FEWTRELL...

user17 it IS max don't doubt my word

↳ user18 there's 2 maxes lmao ↳ user17 verstappen obvs not that boyfail

lando well ur good at watching drinks

↳ ynnorris ly2

alex_albon lmao

↳ ynnorris screw you !! but not lily x

lance_stroll 🥰

↳ ynnorris 🥰

user19 does NO ONE think it can be lance? come on guys... the matching emojis every post...

user20 it could be charles or pierre or este or isack or one of the french

↳ user21 HEAVILY pushing pierre, could be the reason for the lando/pierre beef!!!

charles_leclerc you should've joined us chérie

↳ ynnorris thank you but no thank you, leclerc

maxverstappen1 what model car is it?

↳ ynnorris audi rs6, it's perf for our little family !!

georgerussell63 you should NEVER follow lando into a club

↳ lando mate. ↳ ynnorris you'd have thought i learned my lesson when i was young but nope

user22 i'm the only one out here fighting for george/yn ✊

↳ user23 joining ur boat

user2 THAT DRESS 🤩

↳ ynnorris 🫶

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ynnorris miami what's poppin' 🇺🇸

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user24 does anyone know the story between her and lance's friendship...? something? (i want to see soemthing like he COULD be the baby daddy...)

↳ user25 basically at one of the first gps yn went to, she got lost and lance was the one to find her (i think this was 2020 so the beautiful pink racing point days) she recognized him a bit from random karting events + f1, and they hung out. to this day they're friendly! ↳ user24 i might give up my yn/lance agenda then...

user26 THE BABY DADDY. IS. OSCAR.

↳ user27 some people are pushing it but like... htye havent even liked ANY of each others stuff ↳ user26 they're obviously keeping a low profile jeez you moron ↳ user27 right... ↳ user28 well i think its max or an unknown guy!!! the buildup could be just for the baby <3

lando hopefully not your stomach

↳ ynnorris i'm telling mum and oli and dad ↳ lando sorry sorry sorry (and not him pls 🙏)

lando look at that handsome fella!!!

↳ ynnorris go away !!

lance stroll 🇺🇸

↳ ynnorris 🇺🇸

user29 guys what if its a rookie.. like liam or kimi

↳ user30 they're a bit young ↳ user29 age is subjective! mark and ann are happy and they've got what 10 years? ↳ user31 lowk u on to something...

charles_leclerc you never come over to ferrari anymore...

↳ ynnorris i only went over for carlos, is he there, charles? ↳ charles_leclerc ouch

georgerussell63 miami

↳ ynnorris poleboy!

user32 isnt it a little weird oscar doesn't say ANYTHING...

↳ user33 not really (i'm not trying to be anti or anything but) we've seen oscar get sarcastic with lando when things don't go his way; they've said multiple times they're not friends outside of f1; it's just not oscar's business.

maxverstappen1 interesting choices to show...

↳ ynnorris did you know that you, lance, and lando all didn't get p1 when you got pole for the first time? ↳ maxverstappen1 ... ok ↳ ynnorris i'm making the whole grid bracelets come get yours !!

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lando SHES SO FKIFHG GORFEOUS I HAVENT STOPPED CRYING AND HSE S SHO PRETTY AND YOU YN I LOVE YOUUUUUUU

↳ ynnorris stop crying you're making me cry 😭 i love you so much lando, you're going to be the best uncle everrr

carlossainz55 look at her!

↳ maxverstappen1 mate we're all crying

victoriaverstappen such a perfect name 😊

↳ ynnorris 🥺

lance_stroll look at her!

↳ ynnorris 🥰

lewishamilton i accept abu dhabi because it meant that max had the guts to ask you. Eliza is gorgeous! much congrats x

↳ ynnorris thank you so so much lewis!!! and max says the same right back at you x

user24 i'm actually a bit emotional idc if its parasocial

↳ user34 no it really is what do you mean max asked her out after winning his first title!!!

user33 i really thought it would be carlos...

user36 I WAS RIGHTTTT

lilymhe mama!!!

↳ ynnorris <333

georgerussell63 congrats !!

↳ ynnorris tyyy georgie boyyy

maxverstappen1 i love you 💖

↳ ynnorris i love you too 💖

lando i still can't beliee MAX knocked you up

↳ maxverstappen1 consent goes both ways !! ↳ lando fuck right off

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my baby daddy and my baby 🥺🥰

the wedding planners - @gukyi

enemies to lovers, wedding au, fluff, slight angst, smut mdni

jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend's wedding.

and then, as if your life couldn't get any shittier, you make the poor decision of sleeping with him on the first day of the job.

forever hold your peace - @seokbite ⟢ my personal fav rn

infidelity au, bestman!jk x reader & fiancé!taehyung, kook is tae’s best friend, angst, physical violence, smut mdni

Forever was a long time to spend with someone you weren't in love with. Saying yes to Taehyung's proposal had been a mistake, one you didn't think you could walk away from in fear of destroying everything you've ever made for yourself. But, your heart laid with Jeon Jungkook, your grooms best man and best friend.

idealizations concerning real life relations - @venusiangguk

strangers to lovers, fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!reader, fwb, angst, smut mdni

jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn't love in return.

something in the water - @vankoya

friends to lovers, camping au, mutual pining, slight crack au (tae funny as hellll) smut mdni

Sleeping in is a foreign concept to Kim Taehyung and his awkward,mismatched gang of pals. This is made all the more apparent when they rock up at ____'s doorstep at the ass crack of dawn, as if it is a natural time for any college student to be awake.

But when she is informed that it was the youngest of their group who insisted she join them on their spontaneous camping trip, she is suddenly not as reluctant to play along than when she was first awakened by her enigma of a best friend, slamming his fist against her front door.

chasing butterflies - @ddaenggtan ⟢ my favourite fic 4ever

idiots to lovers, college au, coffee shop au, weeb!jk x jock!reader, endless humour and anime jokes, mutual pining, losers in love.., smut mdni

you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend's orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you've spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he's around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it.

there is also a drabble after the events of cb

we can’t be friends - @taegularities ⟢ my fav author

exes au, college au, so much angst, smut mdni

Jungkook once planted a garden in your chest that he watered when he smiled and you killed when he left. But flowers withering isn't enough; that doesn't mend the ache. No - you want this entire story to die.

Or: If living on can't mend the pain of losing him, maybe forgetting him for good will.

mature - @jiminrings

friends to lovers, jealousy, fluff, kook kinda sucks sometimes but he gets a redemption arc

the good thing about professing your feelings to jungkook is that it'd be over with, whether or not he likes you back — the bad thing is that he rejects you, even if you haven't confessed.

alternatively, crushing on jungkook who's in your friend group is, has, and will never be a good idea.

divine feminine - @gimmethatagustd

fwb, college au, fluff, kook yaps about anatomy n then tries a hands on approach, smut mdni

No one can make you feel like a goddess better than Jeon Jungkook.

melomaniac - @jungkxook

friends to lovers, band au, punk!jk, mutual pining but it’s kinda forbidden, a tatted jk fantasy b4 it became reality, smut mdni

you're wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn't be because he's supposed to be your best friend and nothing more. worst part of it all is that you know he's in love with you too.

skirt chasers - @1kook

friends to lovers, college au, campus crush!kook ‼️ the end of this fic is my fav thing ever btw, kook has a thing for skirts, smut mdni

"Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn't know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls."

drabble list for sc 1 2 3 4 5 misc 1 misc 2

zipper - @taeshobipop ⟢ another fav author of mine

frenemies, college au, fratboy!jk, smut mdni

Jungkook isn't your date to the annual BTS gala, but he's the only one available to take you dress shopping. So when a zipper emergency arises in the boutique's tiny dressing room, who's there to help you?

the train of lost souls - @inktae

fantasy au, mentions of past death, angst, some fluff

The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.

You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you've ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile - all of it, completely gone.

Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.

politico - @hamsterclaw

politics au, smut mdni

Jungkook and you are staffers in the office of the Secretary of State. He's cut-throat, sneaky and goddamn it, everything you love about politics in one irresistible package. Ft Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin.

i heard a rumour - @taeshobipop

friends to lovers, college au, campus crush!jk, mutual pining, smut mdni

One slip of a finger, and you realize you've liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook...from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it's too late - Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss.

The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook...and now he knows.

morning rush - @atdawnsuga

strangers, college au, exhibitionism?, slight smut mdni

You develop a strange relationship with the boy you share your morning commute with.

orange tulips - @kainks

soulmates au, reincarnation au, lots of angst, fluff, light smut mdni

You'd remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he'd never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.

catharsis - @junghelioseok

college au, fwb, ft. jimin, smut mdni

no matter what kind of release you need, he's there.

how long will we fall - @jiminrings

friends to lovers, soulmate au, unrequited love, so much angst, kook is emotionally constipated

if it's fate, it should already be set onto your skin - that's why jungkook's initials are already on your finger. he's always there for you, but not only for you. if you're his fate, he'd rather not have it.

alternatively, jungkook's your soulmate, but he doesn't want to be.

all i want for cockmas - @junqkook

jk is a mall santa lmfao, crack fic, smut mdni

you tell santa exactly what you want for christmas.

✦ series/multi-shot

incoming: elite chatboy - @kookingtae

ongoing 5/?, sex chat worker!jk, text au, humour, smut mdni

welcome to Elite Chatroom, a sex chat company with a wide variety of services such as text messaging, phone call, and video chat. you signed up online for the most basic text service plan not knowing what to expect, but you certainly didn’t think you’d end up actually liking the man behind the screen.

read part one here

the turing test - @fortunexkookie

indefinite hiatus 7/?, still added it :( cuz it’s my fav, android au, android!jk x creator!reader, mutual pining, shared tension, angst, smut mdni

"The Turing Test, developed by Alan Turing in 1950, is a test of a machine's ability to exhibit intelligent behavior equivalent to, or indistinguishable from, that of a human."

Jungkook fiddled with your hands in his, humming softly, as if deep in thought. You noted the way his eyebrows had furrowed, the sweet way his lips formed a pout, and wondered what could possibly be troubling him so much. What had he learned today?

"Creator," he began, dragging his gaze up to meet your own, "you gave me a mind that thinks, hands that feel, and a heart that beats, but did you give me a soul?"

read part one here

falling skies - @fortunexkookie

completed 6/6 enemies to friends to lovers, childhood friends au, slow burn, major angst, fluff, smut mdni

Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her twin, Jungkook, was something else entirely.

prologue

you can also read part one here

killah - @citrustan

ongoing 9/?, strangers to lovers? maybe, infidelity au, managing partner lawyer!jk x spoilt brat! reader, angst, smut mdni

you wanted jeon jungkook the moment you laid eyes on him and the fact that he had a girlfriend wasn't going to stop you.

series masterlist can be found here

cradle robbers - @wintrbears

completed 3/3, childhood friends to lovers, accidental pregnancy au, fwb, slow burn, slight angst, smut mdni

You and Jungkook have been friends since diapers, and one day you decide to hook up for the fun of it, but then you end up pregnant with your best friend's baby. Chaos ensues.

series masterlist can be found here

cowabunga, baby! - @jungshookz

completed 2/2, lifeguard!jk, kook surfs as well he’s rlly hot, crack fic, fluff, slight smut mdni

you'd blow his whistle any day - if only you weren't such a wimp.

part 1 2

to build a home - @soft4gguk

ongoing/author hiatus 16/? strangers to lovers, ceo dilf!jk x nanny!reader, angst, kook becomes a single parent, fluff, slow burn-ish, smut mdni

at twenty-eight, jungkook sees himself go from a family of three, to one of two - heartbreak never comes easy, but nothing could've prepared him for being a single parent as a result of Ira walking out on him. pain brings chaos and he's in need of help. it's only fateful that you so happen to be a blessing in disguise... in many ways than one.

series masterlist can be found here

colour me in - @taegularities

ongoing 15/? fake dating, fwb, college au, fuckboy!jk, this fic is the best thing to ever happen to me btw, misunderstandings, fluff, angst, smut mdni

Jungkook's door only opens for you when there's a barter: a trade of lust and haze. But today you knock for something more, as intriguing as it is frightening - and you hope it doesn't close his door forever.

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this hasn’t even scratched the surface of all the jk fics i’ve read over the years, in fact i’ve got 10 years of reblogs & likes on this tumblr from the beginning of my bts era til now..

Jungkook also couldn't help the way his body reacted as he watched your performance ever so intently. Eyes glued, sweaty palms, warm cheeks, large erection bulge. He squirmed in his seat while desperately trying to look away. His hips uncomfortably shifted and then jerked as he watched your back arch. What has gotten into him?

“You good, Jungkook?” His fellow bandmate Jimin questioned, brown eyebrows raised in suspicion and concerned tone cutting through the trance Jungkook seemed to be stuck in. Jimin has never really seen Jungkook lose his composure in public like this before and be so obvious about it. Jimin too noticed how talented you were, but he didn't think it was exactly thirst trapping and he didn’t think that it was you specifically whom was affecting Jungkook so deeply.

“Uh…Yeah.” He muttered looking around with a red cheeked face. He chuckled nervously to himself, hoping that Jimin didn’t realize the source of his hornyness.

Jungkook did in fact lie about being okay though. He was anything but okay when it came to you, and he needed to relive himself now. It was embarrassing how his cock was practically pulsating on its own through his tight jeans. He needed to do something about it, and quickly.

“Do you need water?.” Jimin asked softly, brushing his long blonde hair to the side in concern.

“Y-yeah. Water.”

Jungkook stuttered, voice low and husky with quick heavy breaths. He quietly excused himself out of the venue and looked for the nearest restroom. “Thank the heavens.”

Jungkook gave a brief sigh of relief when he came across a private bathroom, secluded and a good spot for his dirty activity he knew he was going to do.

Jungkook stumbled on his large feet over to the door like he was drunk. Frantically, he turned the knob. It didn't budge…

Fuck.

Someone was already using the bathroom and he didn't know how long they would be there for. His cock was already starting to hurt with how hard it was…and thoughts of you didn't make this any better. He needed you so bad. Needed you. His mind kept traveling back to how your legs moved at one part of your performance. How did it feel to be deep in you? Would he fit in perfectly? Or would he feel the heavenly stretch around his girthy, hot cock.

Jungkook groaned at the thought and quickly reminded his mind to behave itself, but he was failing miserably.

He knew he was being such a pervert, and it was very out of character for the respectable Jungkook. If only they knew how he was behaving now. His career would be over.

Finally, the guy using the restroom walked out and Jungkook eagerly stepped inside, looking around quickly and locking the door behind him with a soft click.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck.” He whispered to himself like a prayer as his hands frantically moved over to undo the belt of his jeans in a rush. He then dropped the thick leather blet on the floor with a clamp.

Jungkook had to hurry up before his other bandmates worried for him, especially Jimin.

“No need to worry. I just have to take care of something.” He whispered, deep and breathless before unzipping and sliding his pants down.

He pulled his underwear down, thick fingers fumbling around the waist band a bit before he jerked out his rock hard cock, keeping his pants on but slightly down so he could stroke it freely. He didn’t bother to spit on his hand since his palms were already warm and moist due to his heated reaction to watching you. Plus, his cock was already glossed in yummy, thick precum.

He held his large girthy cock in the tight grip of his hand as his mind wandered.

“You’re so gross and disgusting…this isn’t like you... mmmh I need her.” He spoke to himself with a groan. Jungkook knew this was so out of character for him, but he couldn’t help it.

His rough hand was shaky while his cock was still desperately beating with every beat of his heart.

Ugh, everything about you was so frustrating. The way your hips moved to the beat, the way your back arched, the way you smiled.

He stroked the heated tip slowly, already feeling the heat of it all building in his gut.

“A-ah yes..”

His hips indistinctively jerked forward, thick flesh thrusting into his large palm. Jungkook didn't care if it was anymore pathetic, he was currently imaging your pussy tightly gripping him.

“Mmh yes. So tight. So sweet.”

He continued this for a good 30 seconds before his hips studdered, cock slipping out of his hands at the wetness and intensity.

“Oh goodness fuck!”

He couldn't stop his dirty thoughts about you from wandering to more darker places. He couldn't stop the increasing motion of his hand. He moaned and whimpered some more, trying to keep it down but failing miserably.

“Gosh the way she smiled. Those beautiful lips, wrapped around my throbbing cock. F-fuck, Ugh!!”

Jungkook’s desperate motions only became more rough, frantic, desperate, urgent. Sounds of wet and dirty noise echoed through the fancy bathroom as he moved more desperately.

He wished it was you instead of his stupid hand. He needed it to be you so badly. He started gasping, he was so close he could feel it-

Out shot thick ropes of cum all on the bathroom mirror but his hands didn’t stop there, he didn’t stop moving his hands until thick violent ropes of cum we’re covered all over them like frosting.

His hips moved as he road and quickly stroked himself through his orgasm.

“Oh my- oh my.” He moved faster and rolled his eyes back with a deep, manly groan. He stuck his tongue out and closed his eyes as his hips helplessly jerked, completely drowning into the ecstasy. His thighs even started to shake along with his hands at the impact.

“Fuck yes…” his deep voice whimpered.

Knock Knock Knock.

“Jungkook! We have to go? Are you shitting?” Jimin questioned on the other end of the door with much concern.

Jungkook’s still hard cock violently pulsated in his grip. Fuck fuck fuck he needed to clean all of this up and fast. He looked around at the mirror covered in thick white ropes of cum, his large, pulsating and still hard cock still spilling fluid, and the nasty wet floor where his leather belt was still laying.

“Yeah. My stomach is just acting up. Mmm, S-sorry.”

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F1gossip: NEW COUPLE ALERT ‼️

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This is also not the first time the pair have been spotted together. The two have reportedly been seen together on multiple occasions over the past few months, though the identified of MW remains unknown.

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F1gossip: BIG news in the world of F1 🚨

Charles Leclerc and mystery woman, who we now know is none other than model Y/n L/n, have been spotted together on what appears to be a romantic getaway on Leclerc’s yacht.

After months of speculation and multiple sightings, we’ve finally received confirmation on the identity of the woman who has been spending time with the F1 driver. As per insider information, the two first met at Alex Albon’s birthday party.

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Jungkook grips the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles whiten. He’s angry, so damn angry, but at this moment, he knows better than to say too much to you. You’re fuming, outraged and yelling at him from the passenger seat.

You’re the sole focus of Jungkook’s life. In the two years of dating you, you’re his everything and more. The one person who drives him mad in the best and worst ways. He’s stupidly and crazily in love with you, but tonight that undying, never-ending, obsessive love is twisted into ugly jealousy and frustration.

Earlier on in the evening you had happily skipped into the living room as he played video games. You twirled in front of him, wearing a very pretty, short, tight and silky black dress.

“Do you like it, Kookie?” you asked mischievously.

Jungkook’s attention switched from the screen to focus on you. When he saw you in the attire, he gulped hard, but forced a smile. “You look gorgeous, baby. But isn’t it a little short?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes at him. “Jungkook, it’s a club night with my girls. I wanna look hot.”

He let you go, of course. He’s not some controlling boyfriend that makes a huge fuss out of things. And he trusts you completely. Yes, he was overprotective and hated knowing other guys would be ogling over what’s his, but he had to believe that you’ll be okay.

When you left, he kissed you and told you to have fun, and to at least text him every hour or so. Just so he knows that you’re safe. Once you were gone, he spent the next few hours trying to distract himself. He gamed, chilled, spent time in the gym down in the basement. But none of it helped his worry, especially when you did not text him. Not even once. He spammed you for hours, but he heard nothing from you. And that might’ve triggered him,  because what could possibly have you so busy that you couldn’t even let him know that you’re okay?

Jungkook did the only logical thing a loving, caring, doting and completely normal boyfriend would do. He tracked your location and drove to the club you were at. It had taken him about a minute to find you. And when he did, he felt his blood boil. You were laughing with and getting too close to another guy. The guy was tall with slightly blonde hair, being a bit too touchy with you. 

“Y/N.” Jungkook called out sternly, causing you to turn to him with widened, surprised eyes.

“Kookie? What are you doing here?” you asked, confused.

“We’re leaving.” He grabbed your wrist to bring you toward him, clearly frustrated and trying to stay calm. He didn’t want to do anything stupid, make a scene, or beat the shit out of this guy for touching what’s his.

You tried to protest, but Jungkook decided to bend down and throw you over his shoulder and walk toward the exit. It was barbaric and awfully embarrassing. Your friends seemed concerned, strangers mumbled and laughed, watching as your boyfriend carried you away like you were a sack of potatoes..

You squirmed and yelled at him, but he didn’t stop until he reached his car, where he then gently deposited you in the passenger seat before walking over to the driver’s side.

“Are you serious right now!?” you yelled as he started the car and began to drive. “You just embarrassed me in front of everyone! How could you drag me out like that? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You weren’t answering your phone.”

“So you stalk me to the club? Real healthy, Jungkook.” you say, annoyed.

“And why the fuck did I walk in to see you all cozy with some random guy?” he asks as his anger flares at the remembrance of the prick.

“It wasn’t even like that! You always do this!” you yell angrily. You know it’s kind of an exaggeration, but still. “You go out with your friends all the time. Going to clubs, parties and things, and I never say a word. I always trust you. But the second I wanna go somewhere, you make it into an issue. You’re such a hypocrite!”

From then on, Jungkook decided to keep quiet. He’d say what he needed to say at home when he’s not distracted by the road. He never ignores your calls, he always texts you, whenever he’s out there’s not a single woman involved. You’re not drunk, you’re very sober. He surely hopes by the end of the night you’ll come to your senses and see that you’re in the wrong here. He hopes that you’ll explain your side of the story properly and apologise for stressing him out.

By the time you’re home and Jungkook’s parked the car, you’re still fuming at him. You unbuckle your seatbelt and storm to the elevator, eager to get inside. Jungkook follows you with his hands in his pocket, trying to keep calm and quiet, but he cannot.

Once you’re both inside, he finally snaps at you, asking the question that’s been worrying him during the whole ride home. “Who the fuck was that guy, huh?”

Jungkook hovers over you, his eyes boring into yours. The sight is so hot and intimidating.

“He’s a friend, Jungkook. We went to the same college and we were catching up. And might I also add that he’s gay?”

Jungkook exhales and rubs a hand over his face. Okay, now that he’s a little bit at ease, he can admit it to himself – maybe his reaction was a bit overboard. But even so, there are more issues here.

“You didn’t answer me for hours. You went out in that tight, revealing dress when that club is actually full of weird assholes–”

“Oh, here we go again!” you push past him and storm to the kitchen for a glass of ice water.

“You’re out with the guys all the time. Drinking, going to places surrounded by women, but I don’t say anything, because I trust you. But I barely go out, and the one night I have fun, you lose your mind!”

You take a sip of water, but a few droplets of water fall down onto your chest, onto your cleavage. Jungkook’s eyes follow the movement. You’re a vision, even when you’re angry. Fuck, he thinks you’re so hot when you’re angry. He leans against the counter opposite you, folding his arms over his chest. He’s listening to you, well kind of. As you yell at him, his eyes wander over your body. Is he stupid? How could he let you out the house in that short, little dress? No one’s supposed to see you like that but him. He pressed his tongue into his cheek, a habit he often has whenever he tries to hold himself back.

You keep going off at him, oblivious to the way he’s looking at you. “If you can’t trust me, then maybe–”

You look up, making eye contact with him. His eyes are filled with love, frustration and need. His expression causes your stomach to flip, even though you’re so mad at him. Before you can say anything else, Jungkook walks over to you, invading your personal space. One of his hands goes around to grab the back of your neck, the other grabs your waist as he smashes his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. 

You stiffen at first, caught off guard before melting into it, making Jungkook groan at the response. Your hands fist into his shirt as you kiss him. The kiss is sloppy and filthy, you both pour your frustration into it. Jungkook pins you against the counter with his body, allowing you to feel his growing erection against your core.

Jungkook breaks the kiss for a millisecond so he can reach back and yank his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor carelessly. You don’t have time to admire your boyfriend’s broad chest, his tattoos or his abs as he crashes his lips onto yours again with a groan. Your hands flatten on his chest, caressing there and down his abs while his hands caress your cheek and hip.

You pull back a little to speak against his lips. “I’m still mad at you.”

He scoffs, staring down at you. “Then be mad.” he murmurs.

Before you can fire back, he spins you around with strong hands now on your waist so you’re facing the counter. You gasp and your hands slam onto the counter for balance. Your short dress rides up, revealing more and more of your skin. Jungkook presses himself against you, his bare chest against your back and his hard bulge against your ass.

“I’m fucking mad too.” he says, roughly against your ear

He dips his head so his mouth can latch onto the side of your neck. He licks, sucks and bites on it, leaving a thick, visible mark on you. You exhale shakily when you realise that he is now dropping to his knees behind you. He caresses your sides reverently as he makes his way down to the floor. He pushes your dress up around your waist. The sight that greets him is that of your pretty pink, damp panties. Jungkook grunts before leaning in to bury his nose against the damp fabric. He inhales your scent deeply.

“Fuck…” he curses, muffled against you. “Gonna take it all out on this sweet pussy.”

He hooks his finger into the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your legs, letting them pool at your ankles. His hands grip your thighs firmly, spreading them. Your eyes flutter closed in anticipation, waiting for him to devour you. But Jungkook doesn’t start off like he normally does, he doesn’t dive right in like he’s starving for you. He starts off torturously slow, way too slow. He leaves deep, wet kisses on the back of your thighs as his warm breath fans over your exposed core. He then leans in to teasingly circle the tip of his tongue around your entrance. He doesn’t fully give you what you crave. You do try to push back against him to let him know that you’re extremely needy, but he just tightens his grip on you, holding you in place.

“Kookie… please.” you whine. Because you’re more horny than mad, the sound isn’t as embarrassing as it would be if you were feeling the contrary.

He hums against you, but he keeps teasing. Over and over again, he gives your folds long and slow licks before returning to gently suck on your inner thighs, leaving little marks. You’re aware that he’s doing this because he’s trying to frustrate you like you’ve frustrated him. You’re his woman, he knows you better than anyone in the world. He obviously knows that you can be a little demon when you’re horny so of course the best way to rile you up is through sex.

The teasing becomes too much for you so you try to pull away from him, but his hands are too strong and firm. He yanks you right back where he wants you and gives your inner thigh a warning nip.

“Stay still,” he murmurs roughly. “You wanted to drive me crazy, didn’t you? Now you take this.”

He continues teasing you until you’re whimpering and your legs are shaking. Upon hearing a cute plea from you, Jungkook finally gives in. He buries his face between your thighs and starts to devour you. His tongue plunges in deep, lapping at you filthily and eagerly. He eats your pussy with devotion that has you moaning loudly. 

Jungkook loves this, he loves making you crazy while pleasuring you. He sucks on your clit then fucks you with his tongue, groaning at your taste – since you are his favourite thing to munch on. The wet and dirty sounds fill the kitchen as Jungkook devours you, his nose presses against you and his hands spread you open wider.

You moan for him louder, “Oh, Jungkook–”

You grip the counter top for dear life and your hips rock against his face as much as his grip will allow. Jungkook alternates between licking you slow and deep, and fast suction on your clit. You’re already so close, you feel your orgasm approaching. You’re certain it’s here, but suddenly he pulls back. You let a loud and frustrated whine.

“No, Kook. Why?”

Jungkook stands on his feet behind you, licking his lips slowly. With the back of his hand, he wipes his mouth, staring at you with dark and satisfied eyes before smirking at your trembling form. You turn around and face him to smack his bare chest, hard.

“You jerk!”

Jungkook hums again, amused. He catches your wrist gently before you can smack him again. You yelp when he suddenly moves his hands to grab the backs of your thighs and lifts you off the ground. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist before he sets you down on the cold kitchen counter. He stands between your thighs, gripping your hips to pull you closer to the edge so your bodies are flush together. You feel his hard cock against your core, straining against his pants. He rubs himself against you slowly, making you feel his erection.

It feels incredible having him grind against you like this, but it’s still not enough, especially when you’re so needy tonight. Jungkook watches your reactions the whole time, watches as your eyes flutter shut, as your mouth parts to let out shaky breaths. Even though he’s rock hard and throbbing, he’s doing his best to restrain himself. His main goal right now isn’t his release – it’s the punishment you deserve, sweet payback for the worry you put him through tonight.

“Feel that?” he asks roughly, rubbing himself harder against you, causing you to whimper.

You grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin while trying to grind on him, chasing more pleasure. One of Jungkook’s hands grabs your thigh hard, holding you still so you’re unable to get the friction you so desperately want.

You pout at him, your lips a little swollen from the kisses earlier. “Why are you being so bad to me?” you whine, annoyed.

Your hips twitch uselessly in his grip. Jungkook huffs out a sarcastic grin that forms into a cocky smirk. You feel like slapping him, you feel like kissing him. The first option does seem more enticing at the moment.

“Me? I’m the one being bad?” he leans closer, his nose brushing against yours as his throbbing cock continues to grind against your core.

“You’re the one who’s bad, baby. Dressing the way you did, making me chase you down…”

He presses forward more firmly, letting you feel his thick length drag against your wetness. He does that a good few times, making you salivate before pulling away again. You glare at him, but before you snap again, he brings two of his fingers up to your mouth and taps your bottom lip. Your eyes stay locked on his as you part your lips and take his fingers into your mouth, twirling your tongue around them obediently, coating them with your saliva. When Jungkook pulls them free he brings them to his own mouth to lick them before dropping them down between your legs.

He rubs your swollen, wet clit making your eyes roll. Again, he alternates between slow and fast – teasing you yet again. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it so he can look at you.

“Jungkook. Stop teasing me.” you demand, sounding cute and whiny despite your anger.

“Stop being a brat first.” he says, rubbing harder on your clit now.

Your eyes narrow at him. “I won’t suck your dick ever again if you keep doing this.” You threaten, trying to sound serious through the shallow moans you let out.

Jungkook gives you a bored look, raising an eyebrow, obviously not bothered by the threat. You love sucking his cock just as much as he loves eating your pussy. And trust that he loves eating your pussy a hell of a lot. It’s one of the best things he spends his time doing. He obsesses over it, it’s got to be an addiction to him. So of course he knows that you will never stop sucking his cock.

“You will.” he says, simply.

Without any warning, he slides two fingers into your pussy, pumping them deep inside you. The sudden feeling makes you cry out and arch your back. He fingers you relentlessly while his thumb works on your clit. His other hand grips your neck possessively so he can leave new marks on it.

You moan loudly right near his ear and your arms wrap around his shoulders. “Kook, fuck–”

“You had me so stressed,” he growls between kisses on your neck. “So fucking angry and worried. I couldn’t even eat, baby. Just losing my mind thinking about you out there, not answering me.”

“You’re too overprotective,” you say between moans while bucking your hips to meet his fingers. “I was okay. I was–”

Jungkook’s jaw clenches. He curls his fingers hard, deep inside you, against the perfect spot.

“Jungkook!” you gasp.

“Why the fuck do you like arguing with me so much, huh?” he asks, while keeping his pace.

He fucks you good with his fingers until your walls start fluttering around him. Your moans become louder, you’re close, so so close. Jungkook pulls his fingers out completely just as you were about to come. You let out a frustrated cry.

“I was so close!”

You try to squirm away from him, but he doesn’t let you go anywhere. Instead he hoists you up and tosses you over his shoulder again. Since your bare ass is right near his face, he uses the opportunity to smack one of your ass cheeks hard. The sting makes you yelp

“You’ve been bad. You don’t get to come that easy.” he says as he walks to the bedroom, spanking you one more time.

Once in the room, he tosses you on the bed. Your body bounces on the mattress before settling. Jungkook then hovers over you, his eyes locked on yours before he leans down to bite your bottom lip and then soothe it with his tongue. Afterwards he descends downwards, his nips and licks his way down your jaw, your neck, the swell of your breasts still trapped in your dress.

You arch into him as his hands slide behind your back, finding the dress’s zipper. But he doesn’t unzip it, instead he grips the fabric and rips it straight down. The dress tears and Jungkook pulls it down, exposing you completely.

You gasp loudly and push at his shoulders. “Jungkook! Why’d you do that?! I liked that dress!”

He smirks against your collarbone, discarding the torn dress. “I’ll buy you a new one.” he promises. “I’ll buy you whatever you want if you’re a good girl.”

You want to say something, but you decide not to. You let out a shaky breath as he goes down lower, settling between your thighs again. He presses his nose right against your pussy. Inhaling your scent deeply. He groans, sending sparks through your body. He pulls back, looks up at you and spits directly onto your clit. His spit trails from your clit down to your entrance.

His thumb rubs in his saliva, spreading the wetness, combining it with your arousal.. Your eyes flutter closed and your hips twitch up toward Jungkook’s face. He leans in and sucks your clit into his mouth hungrily, making you arch off the bed. He thrusts his tongue inside your hole a few times before yet again, pulling away. You huff out in pure frustration now, but your eyes also become glassy as you stare at him.

Jungkook feels a pang of guilt. No matter how pissed off he is or how much he wants to take all his stress out on you, he never ever wants to see you cry (unless you’re choking on his cock). He’ll make you come for sure. But first he wants to get what he wants.He stands up from the bed, towering over you. 

You push yourself up into a sitting position. “You’re being an asshole.” you state.

Jungkook wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yeah? Yet you’re the one who had me stressed as fuck the whole night.”

You roll your eyes and stand up, looking at him. “You’re being a fucking lunatic, Jungkook! I went out once. With my girls. I didn’t think–’

He cuts you off and steps closer. “It’s not about that. You’re supposed to message me and let me know you’re okay. That’s it. At least one text so I don’t spend the night wondering if something happened to you.”

You scoff and cross your arms over your chest – the movement causing your breasts to be pushed up. For a second there’s only tense silence as both process everything. You dwell over what you’ve done, which you do realise was wrong of you. Jungkook does the same, realising that his approach to the entire situation does kind of reek of lunacy.

After a moment, Jungkook speaks lowly. “Do you want me to make you come?”

You nibble on your bottom lip, glancing at the floor before nodding, slow and shy. He looks at you with his tongue pressed into his cheek, considering something.

“Then you better get on your knees.”

The sound of his belt being unbuckled makes your eyes widen. Your eyes flick down to the movement, watching as he undoes the belt and opens his zipper. You sink down to your knees, your eyes locking on the massive bulge straining against his pants. The sight makes your mouth water. You help him push his pants and boxers down. His cock springs free, slapping against your cheek. Just looking at it makes your pussy clench. You lick your lips. Jungkook’s hand fists into your hair, tilting your head backwards so you have to look at him.

“You have a big fucking mouth, huh? Why don’t you use it for something good?”

Your lips part at his filthy question, he uses the opportunity to push his cock past your lips, filling your mouth with his thickness. He keeps a grip on your hair, guiding your head. He wants to fuck your mouth, to use your pretty lips that have been arguing with him all night. His hips thrust forward, pushing in deeper. He watches with satisfaction as your cheeks hollow and your eyes water from the stretch.

“Fuck, just like that.” he groans.

His grip in your hair tightens as he makes your head bob, sucking his cock. The sight of you completely naked on your knees with your lips stretched around his cock has his head spinning. He thinks that you’re so perfect. Even though you make him insane, you’re so perfect. You moan around his cock, the vibrations make him groan and thrust into your mouth harder. Your tongue swirls him, sucking him eagerly.

“Baby, fuck. You’re taking my cock so well. Such a good girl…” he thrusts in deeper, keeping himself there so he can feel your throat fluttering around him. 

Your hands rest on his thighs, feeling the hard muscle as you look up at him. Jungkook’s breath hitches when his eyes lock onto yours. He might just bust right now.

“You’re so beautiful.” he praises before driving his hips into your mouth harder.

Your moans vibrate around him. Saliva drips from the corners of your mouth, down your chin but you don’t care, you just suck him harder. Jungkook fucks your mouth for a while longer, he has you gagging and choking a bit. As soon as he realises he’s close, he starts guiding you again.

“That’s it. Just like that–” he murmurs.

Jungkook’s head tips back. He groans, getting closer and closer. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue. Soon enough, both his hands are holding your face against him as he comes down the back of your throat. You swallow all of it, enjoying the sounds of his curses and praises.

“Good girl, swallow it all. That’s my baby.”

For a moment, he just holds you there. His cock twitches in your mouth before he finally pulls it out. You pant, breathing hard. Jungkook wipes away your tears with his thumb before helping you up to your feet. The second you’re up, he brings you against his chest and kisses you deeply. You melt into it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, but before you sink in too deep into the kiss, he guides you back until your knees hit the end of the bed.

You lay back on the mattress and Jungkook hovers over you, caging you with his arms on either side of your head. He leans down and kisses you sloppily before ascending down again until he reaches your breasts. He lets out an appreciative hum when he gets to your breasts. Jungkook loves them. He starts slowly kissing the swell of one of them, does the same to the other before nuzzling his face between them with a content sigh.

He squeezes them gently, kneading the flesh as he leaves kisses on them. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it then biting down softly before soothing it with more sucks and licks. He gives the same attention to both, making sure they’re both covered in his marks.

“Love these so much. Could spend hours here.” he admits roughly. 

You moan as he focuses harder on one nipple, sucking it thoroughly while his hand travels down back to your clit to rub slow circles on it. But still, he’s teasing you. He’s not giving you what you want. You thread your fingers through his hair and pull on it so he has to look up at you.

“You’re pissing me off now, Jungkook. You’re being too cruel and petty for no reason.”

He stops his movements and lifts his head fully. “For no reason?” he repeats as a question, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yes.” you insist.

Jungkook pushes himself up so he can hover over you properly, his eyes flash with annoyance and hurt. “Fine. Next time I’ll go out for hours with the guys, ignore every single one of your texts and let some girl be in my space. See how you like it.”

You gasp and push at his chest. “Fuck off. I didn’t do that on purpose, and the guy was gay!”

“Yeah, right. My point still stands.”

Again, before you can argue more, he cuts you off. He speaks in the raspy tone that makes your stomach flip. “You wanna keep arguing with me, or do you want me to fuck you?”

You bite your lip and look down at his hard cock then back at his face. “I want you to fuck me.” you say softly.

“That’s what I thought.”

He reaches between your bodies and lines his cock up with your entrance. He inserts the tip in before reaching under your back to make you arch up into him, pressing your chest flush to his. His other hand grabs your thigh and hooks it over his hip and back so you’re open for him. He pushes into you slowly, watching your face the entire time. You let out a breathless moan at the stretch. 

Since you’re so wet and eager from all his teasing, he slides in easier than usual. But still, his length and thickness has your eyes wanting to roll back. Once he’s completely inside you, he stops for a moment to let you adjust while trying to rein his leftover anger. He’s going to fuck you good and take out the rest of his frustration. He starts thrusting into you. He keeps his pace slow and deep for now. But you’re impatient. Your nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on.

“Faster, Kookie, please…”

He gives you what you want. He picks up his pace, slamming into you harder and harder so the sounds of your bodies meeting and your growing moans fill the room obscenely. He holds you securely while fucking you. His pace starts to become animalistic and the bed creaks beneath you both. You bring him down for a messy kiss even as you moan and whimper against his lips. Your mouths stay parted over each other’s, both panting while he fucks you.

Jungkook actually did not realise how eager he was to be inside you until now. All his teasing from earlier on has backfired. He’s feeling extremely needy and his cock throbs hard inside of you.

“Shit…I’m not gonna last.” he growls.

“Neither will I.” you say breathlessly.

Your walls clench and unclench around him as your orgasm builds fast. Jungkook thrusts harder. “Come with me.” he demands.

You both come together. You gasp his name loudly as you gush over his cock. Jungkook buries himself as deep as possible and finishes inside you with a groan. Jungkook stays buried inside you for a long moment, his cock still pulsing inside of you. Eventually, he pulls out slowly, watching your combined releases leak from your pussy. Jungkook isn’t satisfied yet though, and knowing you, you probably want another round.

“Turn around. Get on all four for me.” he says.

You look at him, searching his face. He does look pissed, his jaw is clenched and his eyebrows are furrowed. But you also notice that he also looks a bit hurt? Your chest aches with guilt. Jungkook isn’t dramatic, he doesn’t overreact unless something really bothers him. If you put yourself in his shoes, you’d feel the same frustration he does. Heck, you’d probably be worse than he is. You definitely should’ve messaged him like you said you could, you should’ve checked your phone instead of getting carried away by your friends or the music. 

You don’t say anything yet, instead you listen to what he wants. You turn and get onto your hands and knees. Jungkook kneels behind you and he delivers another hard smack to your ass. A soft whimper leaves your lips. He then presses his hand between your shoulder blades, pushing you down until your face is in the pillow and your ass is up high for him. His other hand holds his cock, still hard and wet with your combined releases, and pushes it inside you in a hard thrust. He’s deeper than before. You moan into the pillow and your fingers twist into the sheets.

“Fuck.” you whine, turning your face to the side so you can breathe.

Jungkook doesn’t give you time to adjust, he just starts fucking you immediately. His hips slam against your ass so hard causing it to recoil against him. His pace is even more animalistic than the first time as he chases the remnants of his anger. Your moans spill out uncontrollably as Jungkook pounds into you, hitting the perfect spots inside you.His hand slides into your hair, grabbing a fist full and pulling you up until your back is almost against his chest. 

While he pounds into you, he speaks near your ear hoarsely. “I’m gonna keep fucking you like this.” he promises, punctuating his words with thrusts of his hips. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t argue anymore. Gonna fuck all that stubbornness right out of you, baby. You hear me?”

You clench around his cock, feeling even more aroused at the threats. He keeps the rough pace for a very long time. He grunts when you moan his name so needily, while gripping your hips and bringing you back against him in time with his thrusts so he’s able to penetrate you deeper if possible.

“I’m so close, baby.” you whisper.

“Come. Come on my cock.” he orders

You gush over him again with a pleasant moan, feeling him bury himself deep inside you again, filling you with his come once more. He keeps fucking you after your release, making sure to fuck his come into you thoroughly.

After a moment, he pulls out and moves to sit at the edge of the bed, catching his breath. He’s sweaty, with messy hair, swollen lips and reddened shoulders. He looks so fucking good. You gaze at him, again feeling guilty for what you’ve made him feel tonight. Jungkook’s crazy about you, you should’ve also taken that into consideration.. You move over to him and wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek against his strong back.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Kookie.” you whisper softly. “I really didn’t mean to ignore your texts. My phone was on dnd and I just got carried away with the girls. I’ll never do that again, I promise.”

Jungkook stays quiet for a second, but his face soon breaks into a smile as he feels the tension leave him. He reaches back, grabs your arm gently and tugs until you move closer until he’s able to pull you onto his lap, so you’re straddling him.

He leans in and pecks your lips. “I’m sorry too. For being a little crazy and overreacting.” he says against your lips.

You smile as well. “I forgive you.”

Jungkook holds you close to him, content now that you’ve both sorted out the tension and apologised to each other. “We should take a shower, hmm?”

Before you agree, he stands up with you in his arms, you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. On the way to the bathroom, you both giggle against each other’s lips while trading kisses…