Jungkook does not know what time it is, neither does he care what time it is. He just guesses that it’s quite late. He’s too absorbed by his monitor to be bothered by anything else. Well, of course he is. He loves video games, they’re his escape, his therapy.

Today he’s decided to play Apex Legends. His favourite one. It wasn’t just about the immaculate graphics, the realism of the game or the wondrous challenges. It was about you, Y/N. The main character of the game. The bossy, adventurous and drop-dead gorgeous commander who leads the elite team through battles.

You’re everything he isn’t – confident, brave and so, so dominant. He salivates over the way you’re so effortlessly beautiful, the way your uniform accentuates your perfect curves, how your hair tied into a messy ponytail makes you look even sexier. And your voice, your sweet, seductive voice could bring him to his knees. He loves the way you bark orders at your team, the way you portray your lines with such conviction. He wishes you were real so you could demand things from him and tell him what to do.

Every time he was free, he’d be on the game. Playing the story mode and the side missions, watching you. And yeah, sometimes he’d lean back in his gaming chair, slipping his hand under his sweatpants and jerking off to you. It isn’t weird, right? Even though you’re just pixels, you’re perfect. Not a single woman has ever made him feel the things you do – not that he’s been with many girls. No, he hasn’t. He hasn’t even had sex yet. He’s just an inexperienced loser obsessed with a fictional character.

The game loads like normal. He selects his usual loadout and joins the story mode. The game starts with your intro. You confidently stride, eyeing your men and their forms, then your eyes flicker to the screen, speaking to the player.

“Listen up, rookies. This isn’t a playground. One wrong move and you’re dead. Follow my lead or get left behind.”

Jungkook admires you, thinking about how hot you are. He could stare at you forever. But for now, he decides to start playing. At first, it’s the same as always – he gets in headshots, kills enemies and keeps up with you and your squad.

But after a few minutes, something starts to feel very off. The screen flickers unusually, like an awful glitch. The audio becomes louder and everything brighter. Then suddenly he’s levitating and getting pulled toward the screen. His stomach drops and he tries to stand but his legs won’t work.

“What the– wait, no–”

He feels as if he’s falling forward, but there’s no floor. Everything starts to feel otherworldly and disorientated. Before everything goes black, he hears what  must be your voice.

When Jungkook opens his eyes again, the world is spinning. He’s laying on his back on cold, hard concrete, staring up at a dark, smoky and gloomy sky. His head is pounding. He groans, rubbing his temples as if it might help him make sense of what’s going on.

Slowly, he pushes himself up onto his elbows. His heart is beating way too fast in his chest. This isn’t his room… this is the video game. He knows this place well. This is where your squad stays and where all the missions begin. He spawns here all the time. But this time, he isn’t analysing it through a screen.

He looks down at himself and freezes. His normal clothes are gone and replaced by the recruit uniform from the game. The perfect attire for a soldier from your squad – black tactical pants, a long sleeve compression shirt under a military vest and combat boots.

“What the fuck…” he whispers in pure disbelief.

He gets up to his feet with shaky legs and looks around. He sees people moving around and soldiers. They have to be the NPCs from the game. They’re all wearing the same attire as him, except they look a bit different. Most of them are bigger than him, they look rough and rather scary. A couple of them glance his way, probably wondering who he is.

Jungkook gulps hard. He shoves his hand in his pockets and keeps his head down, walking around and trying to look like he’s from around here. He walks toward the barracks, his brain over working as he thinks. Jungkook’s a smart guy, probably the smartest in the country. He always has an explanation for things, but right now, he cannot comprehend what’s happened to him.

He walks into the barracks, seeing many more soldiers here. They all look so much stronger than him, like they could wipe him out in thirty seconds max. He finds an empty bunk in the corner and takes a seat, burying his face in his hands, still in deep thought. How is he going to survive here? He doesn’t know how to shoot. He’s never really thrown a punch in his life. And now he’s in a warzone with people who must’ve been training for it their whole lives.

All of the scenarios that Jungkook thinks might have led to this doesn’t make sense. Nothing could make this make sense. He’s not going to make it here. He’s just an introverted loser who prefers virtual reality over real life and a fictional woman over real women.

His thoughts shatter when he hears your voice. His heart drops to his feet and feels goosebumps on his arms. He whips his head so fast to look at you that it makes him dizzy.

“New recruit?” you ask, standing by the doorway.

The real version looks even more devastating than the pixels, perfect in a way he cannot comprehend. You’re standing there with a hand on your hip, looking at him expectedly. You aren't rough like everyone else here. Sure, you’re intimidating as the rest of them, maybe even more. But you’re beautiful and precious.

You tilt your head, scanning him up and down. “Well?” you take a step closer to him, causing his heart rate to spike once again. “You gonna sit there and stare at me, or are you going to talk?”

Jungkook’s mouth goes too dry. He tries to open it to say something, but nothing comes out. He stands up from the bed too quick, almost stumbling forward but he catches himself before any further embarrassment. You cross your arms now, watching his awkward display.

Now that he’s standing up, he towers over you so you have to tilt your head back to meet his nervous eyes. Jungkook continues to just stare at you. Even though his legs feel like jelly, he stands up from the bunk way too fast and immediately stumbles forward before balancing himself.

You stand with your arms crossed, watching Jungkook’s awkward display. You tilt your head up at him, meeting his very nervous eyes. Jungkook’s brain buffers as he takes you in from up close. You’re ethereal.

‘“Are you not going to talk?” you ask, sound annoyed now.

Jungkook swallows loudly. “Y–yeah. I’m…I’m a new recruit. Just got here, Y/N. Ma’am. Commander.” He wants to die.

You hum, thoughtful. “Can’t wait to see you in action. Hope you’re worth the space on my team.” you eye him up and down, assessing him. “Good news for you though. We’ve got a mission coming up soon. Try not to fall over your own feet.”

With that, you walk away. Jungkook can’t help himself. He watches you walk away, checking you out like some perverted freak. Watching the sway of your hips, the way your tactical clothes hug your perfect figure, accentuating your curves. Fuck, you’re so hot. Finer than anything he’d ever imagined.

He watches until you’re out of his sight. Before he can go back and take his seat, a slightly muscular, tall guy stands in front of him. Jungkook immediately realises who it is. He’s Taehyung. one of the elite soldiers under you. The cocky guy who’s stronger than everyone on the team, who’s widely admired, who never misses a shot. And who also happens to be your love interest.

Taehyung steps in close, invading Jungkook’s personal space as he speaks lowly. “New recruit, huh? I’m gonna warn you now before you get any funny ideas,” he sizes Jungkook up before continuing. “You better keep your eyes to yourself, off Y/N. She’s mine. Look at her like that again and we’re gonna have a problem.”

Jungkook doesn’t want to back down so easily, but he has no choice. This whole situation is too complicated. He can’t start a fight with a guy who could probably break him in half. So he chooses peace. He raises his hands and takes a step back.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just here to do the missions.” His voice comes out steadier than he expected.

Taehyung stares at him for a few more seconds before nodding and also stepping back. “Smart choice.”

Taehyung turns and walks away. Alone again, Jungkook sits back on the bunk and runs a hand through his hair. He’s going on a mission? Jungkook is all books and brains, he’s barely athletic. How is he supposed to survive this? Even as his mind spirals over getting himself hurt, his highest concern is not being able to impress you or to live up to your expectations.

“Everyone ready! Airship leaves in ten!” Taehyung shouts to the entire team.

Everyone begins to rush around, grabbing gear, checking weapons and going over plans. Jungkook follows the flow and his own weapon. His hands shake but he forces himself to keep moving. On the airship, everyone gets in. Jungkook finds a seat near the back.

Surprisingly he’s not as nervous as he expected to be. Instead he feels a strange sense of excitement. He wants to be brave, he wants to prove his worth to you. He wants to show you that even though he’s not like the rest of the guys on the team, he can be enough for you.

Someone sits in the seat next to him. Jungkook doesn’t need to look over to know who it is. He can tell it’s you by your sweet, addictive scent. It makes his brain fuzzy. He stiffens and grips his knees, staring straight ahead, not daring to look into your direction. You’re close to him, he can feel your body warmth.

“Jungkook.” you call his name.

Only then do his eyes snap toward your direction. But his eyebrows furrow in confusion when he realises that he hasn’t told you his name. He decides not to dwell on it, because nothing in here makes much sense anyway, so why would he start questioning it?

You’re looking at him with those big, observant eyes. Again, scanning him from head to toe, as if making mental notes about him. You lean in, your lips twitch to form a small, tiny smile.

“You don’t seem like the rest of the guys here,” you say softly in an almost intimate tone. “There’s something about you, Jungkook.” you pause, your eyes linger on his mouth before looking back into his eyes. “I like it.”

Jungkook’s breath audibly hitches. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. You’re so close, you smell way too good. You look even better. Like you’re meant to ruin every fibre of his being.

You offer him a smile. “Try to keep up there, pretty boy.”

Jungkook barely feels the airship lifting off because all he can feel is you pressed against him and the exhilarating knowledge, knowing that you seem somewhat interested in him

The rest of the ride passes in silence. You don’t say another word to him, so he decides to stay silent as well and enjoy the close proximity between you. But every few minutes his eyes drift sideways to steal glances at your profile. He keeps telling himself to look away, to focus on anything else but you, but it’s near close to impossible when you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

At one point, he obviously turns his head and locks eyes with Taehyung. Taehyung is already glaring at him with his jaw clenched tight, looking as if he’s plotting Jungkook’s death. Oh shit. Jungkook quickly looks forward again, swallowing hard as Taehyung’s warning from earlier echoes in his head.

The airship soon begins its descent, dropping toward a smokey urban warzone, like the hard levels he usually plays, only now it’s more detailed and brutal. There is nowhere to run or hide here, he has to face whatever threat comes his way.

“Gear check!” you call out as you stand.

Everyone stands after you, checking their gear, making sure it’s all in place. Jungkook fumbles with his rifle, checking the magazine and safety. He takes two grenades in case, along with a pocket knife.

You lead the way down the ramp, with your own gear in check, ready for battle. The rest of the squad fall into formation behind you, Jungkook follows with his heart racing. 

 —⍟—

The mission kicked off, Jungkook finds it beautiful, yet extremely chaotic and terrifying. Enemy forces swarm from all directions, undead, zombie-like creatures hungry for blood. Your soldiers try their best to wipe them out, but they’re quick, too quick for most of them. Jungkook should be panicking, but he isn’t. He’s doing much more than most people on your team – getting in kill shots, protecting his teammates wherever he can. You bark orders at him, he carries them out with great efficiency

For the first time in his life, he doesn’t feel like the awkward, push-over nerd. No. He feels alive and so much more confident. And that’s because of his urge to please you.

After hours of battle, Jungkook, along with you and your squad are almost at the extraction point, almost at the end of the objective when it goes wrong… Jake, aggressive as always, decides that it’s a good idea to throw a grenade at a cluster of the last of the undead, near a large building. The explosion is deafening. Killing hundreds of the undead, but also causing the building to collapse, a massive chunk of concrete is about to fall toward where you’re standing.

Jungkook sees you standing there unmoving. He doesn’t give it much thought, he just runs over to you, sprinting toward you and slams into you with his full body weight, arms around your waist as he pushes the both of you sideways. You both hit the ground hard, rolling over away, just as the concrete crashes down.

Jungkook ends up hovering over you, an arm embracing you as he shields you. Your fingers tightly grip  into his vest but once knowing you’re safe, you open your eyes and stare up at him, with your mouth parted in genuine surprise  and awe. For once the bossy commander looks perplexed. Something electric passes between the two of you as you two look into each other’s eyes. The world seems to narrow to just you and him, amidst the chaos.

Then once you snap out of it and remember where you are, you shove Jungkook off you gently but firmly and stand up on your feet. You furiously walk over to Jake.

“What the fuck was that? You nearly got me killed, you idiot!”

Jake’s face pales, he steps forward, holding his hands together in front of you. “Y/N–Commander, I swear I didn’t see you there, I swear. It was aimed at the hostels. I’m sorry, I–”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it when it almost gets me killed.” you say in a cold tone. “You’re off the team, Jake.”

Jake’s face falls. This is his worst nightmare come true, being off your team and away from you. The cocky man falls to his knees in front of you. “Y/N, please. Don’t do this to me. I’ve been with you since the beginning–.”

“Drag him out of here.” you order two squad members

Without hesitation, they haul Jake up by his arms. He begs as they pull him to the airship.

“Y/N! Give me another chance! Please!” 

You don’t even glance back, you just signal the team to move. “Mission’s done.”

 —⍟—

During the ride back, your remaining squad talk to one another about their victory, making plans to celebrate properly when back at the barracks. Jungkook is still buzzing with adrenaline, but he feels warm and satisfied, glad to have been part of the victory and glad to have saved you.

Once everyone is properly strapped in their seats, you sit down beside Jungkook again, sitting even closer than the first time. You’re quiet for a moment, before you turn your head to look at him.

“Hey… Jungkook,” you begin, your voice soft due to all the noise, but Jungkook hears you. “Thank you for what you did back there. You didn’t hesitate, most guys would’ve.” a genuine smile forms on your lips. “You’re more than worthy of being by my side.”

Jungkook’s heart does a flip and before he can help it, a boyish smile breaks across his face. His cheeks heat up. “I… I couldn't let anything happen to you.”

You study him for a long moment, eyeing his handsome features, your gaze lingering on his lips. You lift your hand to place it on his thigh, running it slowly up and down, caressing him. Jungkook feels a shiver run down his spine. Oh fuck. You’re touching him. His breath hitches and his thuds wildly in his chest.

If that’s not enough, you lean in closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear to whisper seductively, “meet me in my quarters an hour after we get back, okay?”

Jungkook gulps, his throat suddenly dry and nods jerkily, unable to form any coherent words. Sweat prickles on his forehead as he anticipates what might happen later on.

 —⍟—

Jungkook paces the small space of his assigned quarters like a caged animal. His heart is beating so fast, he’s sure it will jump out of his chest. You want him to come to your quarters. You want him to come to your quarters. You, the seductive, dominant woman he’s always fantasized about wants him in your space. All alone.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair.

He needs to calm down, or at least look as if he’s not about to combust. He strips and steps into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over him. He scrubs himself with the soap provided, washing himself clean. He wants to be as presentable as possible to you.

When he steps out of the shower, with a towel around his waist, he opens his locker to find a black compression shirt, jeans and boots. He dresses before checking himself in the mirror. He looks clean, handsome, but he doesn’t feel as if it’d be enough for you.

After a few more moments, he walks over to your quarters, his palms sweaty and his mouth dry. When he finally reaches your door, he stands there for a long time before raising his fist with hesitation. What if this is some prank? What if he embarrasses himself? Before he can think of anything else, he forces himself to knock.

The door opens and Jungkook’s jaw nearly hits the floor. You’re standing there barely looking like the commander who leads her squad to wars. No, you look soft and so much more approachable, so devastatingly beautiful. You’re in a silky, pink robe that’s tied loosely, hinting your body underneath without revealing too much.

“H–hi,” Jungkook stutters embarrassingly.

You offer him a warm smile. “Come in, Jungkook.”

You step aside to let him in. He stumbles forward as he steps in but catches himself. You close the door after him. Your quarters are much bigger than the barracks, very feminine and luxurious. A large, soft bed dominating one side, a vanity with your toiletries, a kitchenette and an en suite bathroom.

“Make yourself comfortable,” you say, gesturing toward your bed.

Jungkook nods and sits on the edge of the bed, keeping his hands on his knees and trying not to fidget.

“Would you like something to drink?” you ask, walking towards the kitchenette.

“Just water, please,” he manages to say.

He cannot look into your eyes, every time his eyes flicker, they check you out as subtly as possible – looking at the way the robe hugs your curves, shaping your breasts, hips and ass. He thinks of filthy things. He imagines untying it, letting the robe pool at your feet, kissing every inch of your body, burying his face between your thighs and worshipping you.

You pour him a glass of water and hand it to him. He takes it from you with both hands, thanking you softly. The water helps a little, calming him down as he feels your gaze on him the entire time. When he finishes, he sets the glass in the nightstand beside the bed. Only then does he dare look up. You’re even more ethereal up close like this. Definitely the most beautiful he could ever lay his eyes on.

You reach down, using a finger to gently lift his chin upward so he can look into your eyes. “You were so good today. So perfect” you say, honest and almost seductive. “I want you, Jungkook. Wanna reward you.” 

Jungkook nearly chokes on thin air, his eyes widening. Him? You want him? The inexperienced, nerdy guy who’s spent years only touching books and controllers? You bite your lip, watching him patiently.

“Are you okay with that?”

Jungkook’s heart is doing cartwheels. Nervous doesn’t begin to cover it, he feels like he might pass out or explode. But despite the panic, he feels the deep aching need he has for you. He nods, quick and extremely eager. 

“Y-yes. I want that. A lot.”

Satisfaction crosses your face. You lean down slowly, edging closer to him. Jungkook stares at your lips, his own parted, waiting for you to close the distance. You close the distance, kissing him. Jungkook kisses back instinctively, shy at first until he gets bold and hungry. Your hands slide around his neck, fingers threading into his hair to get him closer.

You notice that Jungkook is hesitant, even as he kisses you deeply, his hands hover awkwardly near his side, too shy to touch you. Without breaking the kiss, you take his hands and guide them to your hips. You kiss him harder then, even hungrier, your tongue slips into his mouth to taste him properly.

You moan into the kiss when he starts to get sloppier. You climb onto the bed and push him backward until he’s laying back on the mattress, and you’re straddling him. Jungkook groans, his grips on you tightens, feeling your soft curves. You grind down on him, making him dizzy. Jungkook’s hands tremble as they slide lower, cupping your ass through the robe. He squeezes gently at first, then harder when you don’t pull away.

You hum appreciatively into his mouth. The sound makes his cock twitch against you, knowing that you’re enjoying his touch. You keep kissing him, your tongue sliding against his. After a minute, you pull back and sit upright on his lap, your weight pressing deliciously against his growing erection.

Jungkook’s breath hitches when you reach for the belt of his pants. He lifts his hips to help you, his fingers fumbling alongside yours until the belt is loose. You both shove his pants down, he toes off his boots so he’s left in his shirt and boxers. His boxers do nothing to hide how rock hard he is. Your gaze lingers on it, making his stomach flip.

Looking back into his eyes, you reach for the tie of your robe and slowly pull it open, it slides down your shoulders, arms and waist. Jungkook realises that you’re completely naked underneath. His eyes nearly water at the sight. Every single inch of you is perfect to him. He cannot stop checking you out, his chest rising and falling fast.

“Take off your shirt, Jungkook.” you command once you discard your robe somewhere.

He sits up and pulls the compression shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He’s lean but defined. Hours of working out in the campus gym has given him a nice figure. He’s got muscle, but not too much – he’s just right.

Your eyes darken with appreciation. You reach out and feel his chest and abs, while rolling your hips again, grinding your bare pussy directly against his cock. You keep grinding against him, your wetness soaking through his boxers as you moan and pant softly. The pretty sounds you make drive Jungkook insane. His hands move up, sliding from your hips to cup your breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Jungkook leans up, his mouth finding one of your nipples, he sucks on it and twirls his tongue around it. You gasp, your fingers tugging on his hair.

“Kookie…” the nickname slips out in a moan, breathy and affectionate.

Kookie? The thought flashes through his mind for a second, but he doesn’t dwell on it. Not when your breasts are in his mouth and when you’re grinding on his cock like you can’t get enough. He switches to your other breast, sucking hard and nipping on your nipple/

Your hands roam over his chest, over his abs and then lower, slipping into his boxers. “Take these off,” you whisper against the top of his head.

He obeys instantly. One hand grips your ass to hold you as he lifts his hips up, the other shoves his boxers down. His cock springs free, thick, long and already leaking at the tip. Your eyes widen, you salivate a little. This cute, shy nerd has all that?

You reach between your thighs and slip two fingers inside yourself, pumping them. Jungkook’s eyes widen, locked on the sight as if it’s the most mesmerising thing he’s ever seen. Your fingers wet with your own arousal, along with your soft sounds are too much. He might actually bust just from watching.

After a short while you pull your fingers out with a frustrated little huff. “They’re too short… doesn’t feel right.”

Before you can say anything else, Jungkook gently grabs your wrist and brings your wet fingers to his mouth. He licks them clean, tasting you properly for the first time. 

“Mine will do the job,” he says, surprisingly confident.

You stare at him, speechless. He replaces your fingers with his own. His two long, thick fingers slide into you, fucking deep into you. Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping tight as he pleasures you, his thumb rubbing your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of you.

“Oh – Jungkook –” you moans, hips bucking into his hand,

His fingers are relentless, hitting your perfect spot until you’re shaking. It’s not long before you’re coming hard, clenching around his fingers. He finger you through your orgasm, until you’re oversensitive and whimpering. Finally he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his own mouth, sucking them with a groan, keeping eye contact with you. 

You crash your lips onto his, messy and needy. You sit up a little higher and reach down to position his cock at your entrance. Jungkook grips your hips again, holding you as you sink down. The stretch is intense. His cock is bigger than you expected, and it burns at first, but you take him slowly, until you’re completely seated against him.

Jungkook lays himself back, his head falling against a pillow as he groans loudly at the feeling of you enveloping him. He lets himself savour the feeling of finally being inside the woman he’s obsessed over for so long.

Your hands brace onto his chest as you lift yourself slowly, rising up until only his tip is left inside you, then you sink back down, taking all of his again. After that, the wet sounds of you riding him fill the room. Jungkook groans when you start riding him properly, sinking up and down on his length over and over again.

Jungkook watches you with half lidded eyes, bewitched by you. Your hands press harder into his chest for leverage as you pick up speed, your breasts bouncing beautifully. Jungkook pants beneath you. He caresses your hips, then lets his hands slide down to squeeze your ass again, kneading the flesh as you ride him.

Unable to control himself. Jungkook thrusts into you to meet your downward sink, burying himself deeper. He makes sure not to take over, letting you keep most of the control. Your movements grow a little sloppier, your pussy starts fluttering around his cock, making his grip on you tighten almost painfully. Fuck, are you gonna let him come inside you? He hopes so. He wants it so bad, he wants to fill you up.

You keep going, riding him harder until you’re releasing. Jungkook curses under his breath, groaning, jerking his hips up as he comes inside you, filling you up completely. You collapse forward onto his chest, and start pressing affectionate kisses along his neck and cheeks. Jungkook blinks, confused as to why you’re being so tender. You smile against his skin and peck the tip of his nose.

“Y/N–”

“You have to wake up now, Kookie.” you whisper against him.

His eyebrows furrow. What?

Jungkook’s eyes snap open. You’re hovering over him, pressing gentle kisses to his nose and cheeks, your hair tickling his skin. His hands are gripping your hips and ass extremely tight. And he’s rock hard, painfully hard, his cock is straining against his wet pants. He blinks rapidly, his brain is foggy and he snaps out of the deep slumber. It was just a dream…

When his vision clears properly, he’s met with the sight of his gorgeous girlfriend smiling down at him, eyes amused and affectionate. The real Y/N. His Y/N. Not the dominant commander from the game, but the woman he’s been dating for almost a year. The one he wakes up next, not quite believing that he actually pulled you.His pants are wet, a warm mess from the intense, vivid wet dream. You pull back slightly, still straddling his waist, giving him a little grin. 

“Good morning, baby. What were you dreaming about, hmm?” you ask, knowingly.

Jungkook's cheeks redden. He reaches for his glasses on the nightstand, putting them on so he can see his beautiful woman properly. Noticing your messy hair, the oversized of his that you’re wearing, the way you’re smiling down at him. You’re too perfect.

He swallows and speaks raspily. “I had the craziest dream about you.”

You hum, pleased. You love knowing that your shy, introverted boyfriend always has these vivid, filthy dreams about you. It makes you feel even more desired.

“You’re adorable, Kookie.” you lean down and peck his lips softly. “You can tell me all about it while I get ready, okay?”

You start to climb off him making Jungkook instantly frown. Before you can get too far, he sits up, grabs your waist and tugs you right down, so you’re straddling his hips again. You gasp softly, hands flying to his shoulders for balance and eyes widening in surprise at the sudden man handling from your usually gentle boyfriend. 

He pouts up at you. “Where are you going?”

You raise an eyebrow, still a little surprised by his boldness. “To work, baby.”

“On a Saturday?” Jungkook asks with a whine.

Jungkook hates when you have to work on weekends. You already put in long hours all week at your demanding job, and because he’d chosen a much harder course in college, he still has another year of studying ahead. So weekends are supposed to be your time spent together, lazy mornings in bed, him having gaming sessions with you perched on his lap while he tries to teach you how to pay.

You smile softly at him, brushing strands of hair out of his eyes. “Yes, my boss asked me to come in today.”

“But I wanna spend the day with you.”

“I know, Kookie,” you say gently. “But I have to go in, she’ll be mad at me if I don’t. You need to get ready too so you can drop me off, okay?”

He sighs before looking at you pleadingly. “Fine… but can you at least help me first?”

His hands tighten on your hips as he glances down pointedly at the very obvious, very hard problem tenting his pants. “Please?”

You glance down, biting your lip. The way he’s looking at you makes it so hard for you to say no. “Jungkook, I’m gonna be late for work…”

“Please,” he whispers persuasively. “Just a little. I need you.”

You exhale, shaking your head at him. “Okay, okay. What do you want, baby?”

“I want you to ride me.” he says without hesitation.

Your eyebrow arches again, surprised and turned on by how direct he’s being. You lean down to kiss him, slow and deep.

“Alright, Kookie,” you murmur against his lips, already shifting to remove his pyjama pants. “But we have to be quick.”

——⍟——

The morning doesn’t stop with you just riding Jungkook. After you rode him, Jungkook flipped you over and ascended down your body until his mouth reached between your thighs. He ate you like was starved, licking your pussy before sucking your clit while inserting two fingers inside you. He didn’t stop until you were releasing hard for him, your thighs shaking around his ears as you coated his lips and chin.

You returned the favour eagerly, pushing him back onto his back and taking his long, thick cock into your mouth. As you sucked on him, Jungkook’s head tipped back in the pillows, glasses fogging as groaned. One hand tugged gently as possible on your hair while the other gripped the sheets. You sucked him pleasantly until he was coming down your throat.

Then you climbed on him again, this time in reverse cowgirl. Jungkook had the perfect view of your ass bouncing as you sank down on him, hands braced on his thighs for leverage. Jungkook watched himself disappear inside you over and over, hands gripping your hips and smacking your ass every now and then.

You finished the last round in the shower. The water cascaded over you both as he pressed you against the wall, lifting one of your legs so he could fuck into you deeply as you clung to his shoulders.

By the time you’re done, you’re deliciously sore. You move around the bedroom with a noticeable limp, legs trembling as you get ready for work. Jungkook, meanwhile, had thrown over some casual clothes and sat down in front of his gaming console while waiting for you to get ready. 

In every game that allows character customisation he very carefully tweaked the female leads and companions to look exactly like you. Every single feature of the characters is identical to yours. It’s been like this for years, ever since he had fallen in love with you.

You step out of the bedroom and pause into the living room doorway, watching him game, momentarily lost in his virtual world. He’s hunched forward, headphones on, meshing the buttons as he looks at the screen with a little furrow between his eyebrows. He’s so cute. You’ve always thought so, even back when you were just classmates in college. He was the quiet guy who sat in the back row and mostly kept to himself. You remember thinking that he was sweet, introverted and one heck of a genius. You never really guessed he harboured a fat ass crush on you the entire time. 

You limp behind his chair and lean down to press a kiss on his cheek. “I’m ready to go.”

Jungkook pauses his game, spins on his chair and pulls his headphones off. His eyes light up when they land on you then slowly look at you up and down, appreciatively. He sighs softly.

“What the hell did I do to deserve you?” he asks, his voice full of wonder. “How did I get so lucky?”

You giggle and reach for his hands to tug him out of the chair. He stands, towering over you. You look up at him with sparkling eyes.

“We’re both equally lucky, Kookie.”

He shakes his head, smiling down at you fondly as he pulls you against his chest. “No way. My girlfriend is the smartest, sweetest, most beautiful woman in the entire universe. I don’t know how I got you to be mine.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, beaming up at him. “And my boyfriend is the kindest, cutest, hottest man ever. My genius. I’m just as lucky.”

Jungkook huffs out a laugh, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses. He leans down and kisses you softly at first, then deep and dirty, inserting his tongue into your mouth, trying for another heated make-out session.

You pull back and place your hand on his chest. “We have to get going, or I really will be late.”

You step away to grab your work bag from the couch, but after a few steps, you stop and wince, feeling a bit sore between your legs. You try to hide the limp, but Jungkook notices. He chuckles behind you. Before you move again, he slides one arm under your knees and lifts you off your feet as his other hand grabs your work bag. You gasp and wrap your arms around his neck for balance.

“Jungkook!”

He grins and carries you toward the front door. “Can’t have you limping all the way to the car, can I?”

You rest your head against his shoulder, giggling softly. “You’re right. I’m thankful my job requires me to sit at a desk most the day instead of walking around too much. Otherwise I’d be in trouble.”

“Worth it though, right?” he asks, kissing your temple before walking you both out the door, and waiting for you to lock it.

“Very worth it,” you say, kissing his jaw. “My freaky nerd.”

It’s been three long months of surviving your best friend, Jungkook’s absence. Two months of texts and video calls, instead of seeing him in person as you always used to. It was weird, since back then you could not last two days without seeing him – he was your favourite person after all. Your comfort, the other half of your soul, the platonic love of your life.

But it was your own fault that caused your great separation from your dear friend. You had gotten into a relationship, your very first real one. Bagging your long-time crush, Mingyu was a daydream come true, so when the majestic man had asked you to be his girlfriend, you could not resist saying yes. Even when the bargain came with you taking a step back from your clingy, close friendship with Jungkook.

You hesitated at first, thinking of it as a red flag that Mingyu wanted you to stop meeting your best friend as frequently as you did before. There was nothing going on between you and Jungkook, and nothing ever will. Sure, Jungkook is smoking hot, gentle, handsome, smart, talented and everything you’d want in a guy, but he was just your friend. That’s all. You could never see him in a romantic sense…

To keep the peace in your blossoming relationship with your seemingly perfect boyfriend, you agreed to spend a little less time with Jungkook. No more random dates with him, no more sleepovers, no more clubbing. Instead you invested all of that time into your relationship with Mingyu. 

It started off as maybe seeing Jungkook once or twice a week, instead of about five. Until you weren’t seeing him at all. You didn’t like declining his invitations to meet up, you didn’t like not seeing your person. But if you truly wanted things to work with Mingyu, you had to. You told yourself that it would just be for a short while, that over time Mingyu would lighten up and see that Jungkook was not a threat to him, but you might’ve been wrong.

It took ending your relationship with Mingyu for you to see Jungkook in your space again.

Your relationship ended for personal reasons – something that was definitely your fault, but something you couldn’t really force yourself to take part in either. Either way, the breakup hurt you. Even as you tried to live your life normally the week after, you had come to the realisation that you needed someone to be there. And who better to call than the best friend you had been wrongfully neglecting for the past three months?

After a few hours of you crying on his chest, having him console you and feed you ice cream, Jungkook is now rambling about his busy month – the growing success of his tattoo shop, the shenanigans he’s gotten up to with your mutual friends, the girls he’s been seeing, he tells you every single thing he’s been up to, not forgetting any detail.

You two go on to talk about anything else you can think of. The thing with you and Jungkook is, you can discuss the most random topic and it’d still end up being the most interesting conversation you’ve had. He knows you, knows how to intrigue you, how to make you smile on your worst days imaginable. You’re so glad he came over when you called, because you’re feeling way better than you have the whole week… maybe even better than you have in the past three months.

After hours of catching up, you’ve decided to grab a six pack beer from the fridge. You’ve never really liked the taste of beer. It only started growing on you after you used to buy packs to keep for Jungkook whenever he came over. You knew how much he loved his beers so you made sure to stack up for him. In return his cupboards were full of chocolate and candy for you. 

You two carry on the conversations, sipping beer, when Jungkook asks you the one question you’ve been dreading. 

“So what happened?” he looks over at you curiously. “Why’d you two break up?”

You sigh, sitting up and looking down at the floor, thinking how to get it out. With anyone else you’d be embarrassed to actually talk about the reason. But this is Jungkook, you don’t feel any sense of embarrassment when it comes to him. Although, you are worried that he might tease you.

“Promise you’re not gonna judge me.” you say, holding out your pinky finger.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, looking at your little finger that’s slightly hooked and waiting for him to make the truce.

“Why would I ever judge you? Hm?” he asks.

It’s true, Jungkook would never judge you. You could do the most preposterous thing known to man and he’d still find you acceptable.

“Just promise me.”

“Fine.” Jungkook sighs with a roll of his eyes and hooks his pinky with yours.

Okay yes, he does judge you but he cannot fathom why a grown ass woman still makes pinky promises.

“Mingyu and I broke up because…” 

You hesitantly look up at Jungkook, he’s staring at you, patiently waiting for your answer.

“Oh Gosh, Kook, it’s quite embarrassing to say out loud.” you admit.

“Chubs, you’re not forced to tell me. If it makes you uncomfortable then–”

“No no,” you cut him off. “I wanna tell you. We don’t keep secrets from each other.”

Jungkook offers you a smile. Four years ago, the two of you made the rule that there was no such thing as ‘TMI’ in your friendship. You two share everything with each other. It had gotten so bad to the point that you sometimes video called each other… while on the toilet.

“Soo, well. It happened because…” you drift your eyes to the floor, again not completing your sentence.

Jungkook purses his lips, wondering why the hell you’re taking so long to tell him why. Was it bad? He hopes it wasn’t bad. If Mingyu had done something to you, Jungkook would be more than willing to drive to that fuckface’s house and beat him up. In fact he’s been itching to do something like that. Jungkook could not stand Mingyu from the time you mentioned that you were dating him.

Jungkook couldn’t understand exactly why. When you first introduced them, Mingyu seemed cool, he passed the vibe check, he had no red flags. But Jungkook fucking hated him. Mingyu didn’t deserve you, you were too good for him. Jungkook could not stand the fact that he got to call you ‘his’. You were not his. You were Jungkook’s. 

And yess, Jungkook saw you as his friend. As just a friend. Just his best friend. Nothing more. Nothing at all... At least that’s what he’s been telling himself for the past few years, so that’s what he’s come to believe.

Jungkook did realise that his hatred over your dumb fuck boyfriend was rooted to a reason he was not going to yet admit, the confession would break your perfect friendship if you didn’t feel the same way. And that would ruin him. These past five years with you as his platonic soulmate have been the best years of his life. Oh, how Jungkook loves you. You’re the best part of him, the light of his life, his everything and more.

He cannot lose you, so he’ll gladly take what he can of you, and that is you as his best friend. It’s such a precious relationship, he is damn grateful.

“Kook?” you snap your fingers in front of his face, bringing him back from his daze.

He blinks and looks at you, “Yeah?”

“I was about to tell you why Mingyu and I broke up.”

“Oh yeah, go on.”

You take a little breath before speaking. “It was actually really stupid. Mingyu was angry at me because I didn’t let him go down on me.”

Jungkook tilts his head to the side in slight confusion, trying to compute what he just heard. 

“You didn’t let him go down on you as in, you didn’t let him…”

“Eat me out.” you finish for him.

Jungkook stares at you for a good few seconds, a bit perplexed. “I’m sorry, chubs, I’m a little lost here.” he takes a moment to think about his next words, not really knowing what to say. “You didn’t want him to eat you out, he got mad and you broke up?”

You cringe at how it sounds coming out of his mouth. “Well, it wasn’t necessarily like that.” you pout to which he huffs out a laugh.

“How was it then?” he asks

“Well of course you know that Mingyu was my first.”

Another fucking reason why Jungkook cannot stand that bitch Mingyu.

“Yeah, I’m aware.” Jungkook says, trying his best to hide his annoyance.

“So,” you continue. “I never really enjoyed the sex with him. It was… it was really mid to be honest.”

Jungkook bursts out laughing, causing you to look at him in pure disbelief. You swat his shoulder, but he carries on laughing. Jungkook’s laugh is very contagious, you find yourself trying to stifle your own laugh, though it comes out anyway.

“Damn, that sucks. I’d die of embarrassment if a woman said having sex with me is mid.” he says as his laughter finally dies down.

“How do you know a woman has never said that, hm? She could’ve said it behind your back.” you tease him.

“Nah,” Jungkook shakes his head. “I know for a fact, I’m good at my game.”

The confidence in his tone does not shock you. Jungkook can be a cocky bastard sometimes. You also know for a fact that he isn’t lying. Jungkook has fucked one of your mutual acquaintances – a girl you were quite fond before, but then after hearing she got railed by Jungkook, you started looking at her with complete envy. She ranted about how Jungkook was the best fuck she’s ever had, how she couldn’t wait to have again. It pissed you off for some strange reason.

“I am sure you are.” you fake a disbelieving tone, just to rile him up.

He raises an eyebrow at you “I definitely am.”

You roll your eyes and take another sip of your beer, trying to digest the sudden feeling of collywobbles in your stomach, caused by his tone. You also feel a bit envious of your best friend. It’s fair. So unfair that his sex life is perfect, that the women he spends his nights with enjoy him, while you’re sitting here admitting that your ex was lacklustre in bed.

“Bold claim,” you mutter, trying to play it cool. “But okay, Mr sex master. Enlighten me then.”

Jungkook sits back against the couch, stretching his arms along the back. He studies you for  a few seconds with something a little dark in his eyes.

“You really wanna know?” he asks, rough and a little playful.

You shrug your shoulders. “I mean… you brought it up. And clearly you think you’re qualified to judge Mingyu’s performance.”

He snorts. “I don’t need to judge. You already did that for me.” he pauses, smirks to himself then continues. “Mid, huh?”

You groan and cover your face with your hands. “Stop saying it like that. It makes me sound awful.”

“Nah,” he pulls one of your wrists down so you have to look at him. “He probably didn’t know what he was doing, or didn’t take the time to figure out what you might like”

He had the perfect chance and blew it, is what Jungkook actually meant to say. He had been blessed with the golden opportunity to take your virginity and instead of making the most of it, making you feel ecstatic, giving you the pleasure you deserve, he made it mundane. Let’s just say if Jungkook had gotten that chance, he would’ve made sure it was everything for you. He’d prioritise your pleasure over you, make you come like crazy, make sure that it was so perfect that you could never even think of having another man.

“Perhaps, you’re right, Kook.” you sigh, another small pout forming on your lips. “Maybe he was doing wrong, and focusing on his pleasure. It’s not a big deal, but I’m just bummed. Kinda expected it to be magical.”

“Oh trust me, it’d be magical alright.” Jungkook’s head shoots up. He didn’t mean to say that out loud! “Well, I mean when you find the right guy of course.”

“I don’t think it’ll be as soon as I hoped.” you hug your knees, staring at the coffee table in front of you. “I want to be intimate with a guy who knows me, someone I’d be really comfortable with, someone who I trust. You know? I would not want someone I’m not close to. I couldn’t imagine sleeping with him or having him… go down on me.”

As if the exact person you described is not fucking sitting next to you.

Jungkook notices the sad expression that’s taken over your face. He knows that sex was always something you’ve been curious about –  thanks to all the books you’ve read since you were a pre-teen. It’s something that you were shy to do, but excited at the time. You always thought that it would satisfy you in the best ways, and it would be something you craved. So he can’t imagine how disheartened you’d been to have had a tedious experience.

One of things Jungkook absolutely loves to do, takes great pleasure in doing is making you happy. He’d gladly make that the sole purpose of his life if you’d let him. So naturally, knowing that you’re upset over something fills him up with the obsessive need to change that. Especially if he has the great ability to help you…

“You’re comfortable with me, yeah?” he asks roughly.

You lift your head up and blink at him. “What?”

“I know you better than anyone. You trust me. We’re close…”

He’s staring at you now, in a way that has your heart beating way too fast. What is he playing at?

“Well yes, of course, Kook–”

“So don’t you think I’d be able to help you?” 

You gasp as your eyes widen at your best friend. “Help me how?” you ask, whispering.

Jungkook tilts his head, maintaining eye contact with you.

“You said it yourself,” he murmurs. “You want someone who knows you. Someone you trust. Who’s close to you.”

You glance down for a second, nodding.

“That’s me, Chubs. That’s always been me.”

Your mouth opens then closes. You don’t know what to say to that. This is Jungkook. You’ve always believed that you could never look at him romantically, never see him as more that your best friend. Yet, you’re feeling thrilled. You’re finally letting yourself imagine what it would be like to cross a few boundaries.

“Jungkook.”

He moves even closer to you, so close that you feel his body heat.

“I’m not saying we have to do anything,” he continues, his eyes don’t leave yours. “But Y/N, we’ve been friends for years, I know you through and through. Don’t you think I’d know how to make you feel good?”

Your thighs press together at his suggestions. 

“I’m obviously not expecting anything, Chubs. I just want to help my best friend. To prove to you that sex isn’t mid, and that I can be everything you were hoping for.”

Your breath hitches, your heart rate spiking once again. You inhale his scent and subtly check him out. Yeah, if he wasn’t your best friend, you’d have definitely developed an infatuation over him.

“And if I say yes?” you ask with a shaky voice.“What then?”

Jungkook’s gaze drops down to your lips for a second before he looks into your eyes. “Then you let me take care of you the way you deserve.”

He leans in slowly, inching even closer to you. “Tell me what you want, baby.” he whispers.

You mentally moan at the way he calls you baby, it comes out so rough and raspy. Jungkook’s called you baby a few times, and it’s always given you tingles.

When you don’t answer, he speaks again. “Use your words. Like we always do. No secrets, remember?”

Your heart is in your ass by now, but your body is already speaking for you. You lean more into you and grip the front of his shirt gently.

“I want…” you swallow hard, not believing the words that you’re about to speak to your best friend. “I want you to show me. Please, kook. Make it magical.”

“Trust me, I will.” he licks his lips before asking softly, “Can I kiss you, Chubs?”

Your heart skips a beat. You barely think about it, you just nod your head. Once you give him the confirmation, he leans in slowly. His lips brush against yours gently and very hesitantly at first, your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his lips on yours. The moment you respond to his kiss, he cups your jaw and the kiss becomes hungrier. He tilts his head to kiss you properly, a soft moan slips out of you.

You don’t even realise how badly you’ve wanted to kiss him until this moment right now.

Jungkook lets out a rough moan at the sound of your pretty one as he continues kissing you. Before you can process it, his hands are gripping your waist so he can pull you onto his lap to straddle him. Your knees sink into the couch on either side of his thighs and you’re pressed right against him, your chest against his.

You keep kissing, slow and intense, tongues colliding. His hands slide up and down your back while yours go around his neck. After a short moment, you feel the hard bulge pressing against your inner thigh through his sweats. Your brain short circuits for a few seconds. You pull back and glance between you and him, biting on your lip.

“What if this ruins our friendship, Kook?” you ask soft and hesitant.

Jungkook shakes his head immediately. One of his hands finds yours and he intertwines them.

“Nothing could ever ruin our friendship. This is just me taking care of you, okay? I wouldn’t be cool knowing I could make you feel good and I didn’t. You’re my best friend, Y/N. Nothing will ever change that.”

You exhale shakily and nod. “Well, that’s good to hear.” you murmur before glancing at him. “Because I’m kinda ovulating.”

The words tumble out before you can stop them, and the second he registers them you want to bury yourself in the deepest hole. How could you speak so intimately to him? Jungkook raises an eyebrow, a smirk forms on his face.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, low and rough. “Then I better get that sorted out for you, huh?”

Before you can reply, he picks you up in his arms, you wrap your legs around his waist with a little squeak. His hands are secure under your thighs as he starts walking toward your bedroom while messily kissing your mouth, grinning at your giggles.

Once you’re in the bedroom, Jungkook sets you down on the bed. He stands between yours knees and bends to kiss you more. He’s already obsessed with your lips and he hasn’t  even been doing this for ten minutes. They’re so soft, warm and fit perfectly with his, as if they were made to kiss his. Every little sound you make goes straight to his cock. He could do this for hours, just kiss you and feel the way you melt into him like you’ve been wanting to do this too.

After another make-out session, you pull back. You look up at him through your eyelashes, smiling. “Are you gonna keep kissing me all night, or are you gonna actually show me what I’ve been missing out on?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens and his eyes close for a second, before he opens them again. “Yeah, I’m gonna show you, baby. Promise.”

He guides you backward until you’re laying down on the bed, he hovers over you, taking you in – your hair’s all messy, your lips swollen and his heart does something kind of strange and warm.

He leans down, pecks your lips three times, then goes down lower, he presses open mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck. When he gets under your ear, he nips there softly, and you tilt your head giving him access.

You smell so fucking good, Jungkook thinks. The sweet scent you always have fills his nostrils, driving him insane. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before he kisses down further. His hands slide up your sides, his thumbs tracing the hem of your camisole.

He looks up at you, asking gently. “Can I take this off?”

You nod without hesitation. Jungkook sits back on his knees and slowly takes the top of your body. You lift your arms to help him, until the camisole is gone and your breasts spill free. Jungkook’s brain becomes scrambled eggs. Fuck. He’s seen you in all kinds of things over the years. In tight tops without wearing a bra when it was just you and him, in bikinis at the beach or pool parties. He’s always known that you have a nice body, but seeing it naked. Is truly something else entirely.

Your breasts are perfect, soft and full, it’s got his mouth watering and his hands itching to touch. He stares at them with his mouth slightly ajar, still trying to process what is actually happening. He must be wet dreaming again.

If any other guy was staring at you like this, you’d probably feel uncomfortable and shy away. But with Jungkook, it’s different. You’re completely comfortable with him checking you out, you feel safe and wanted.

His eyes meet yours as he leans down slowly until his lips brush over your nipple softly before he opens his mouth and takes it in. You gasp when he twirls his tongue around your sensitive bud. He does it continuously while squeezing your other breast. They feel incredible, as if they’re meant to be touched and sucked by him. He becomes a little rougher and hungrier. Groaning against you, switching sides and eating at your tits harder.

Everything about this is making him stupidly, painfully horny. He doesn’t think that he’s ever been this turned on in his life. His cock is practically throbbing in his pants, desperately needing to be touched. But he takes his time with you. He keeps sucking, kneading and massages your breasts. He leaves a few marks on you, knowing that he probably shouldn’t have, but he couldn’t resist marking you up. You’re breathing and moaning louder now, fingers threading through his hair. Every time he hums or groans of approval sends sparks between your legs.

Jungkook finally lifts his head, his lips are shiny and eyes half lidded. “You’re so beautiful, Chubs.”  he murmurs, pressing one last open mouthed kiss between your breasts before crawling back up to hover over you properly.

Your hand lifts up to his hair to gently brush away the soft locks of hair away from his forehead. For a long moment, you just stare into each other’s eyes. And, again something intense between the two of you.

You swallow hard before speaking, “Kook…are you gonna…are we gonna fuck?”

Jungkook’s gaze stays locked on yours as he tugs on his lip piercing with his teeth. He shakes his head with a small smile.

“No, baby. Not tonight. I’m not gonna fuck you yet.” he leans down and gently nips at your bottom lip, tugs it between his teeth, then lets go. “But I would love to pleasure you. I’d love to make you feel good. That okay?”

You bite your own lip, nerves and excitement bubbling together. “Okay.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth before his hands slide down your body to take off your underwear and shorts, discarding it somewhere. Once they’re off, he shifts down lower and settles between your legs. Two of his fingers come up to his mouth, he licks them until wet with his saliva and brings them down, between your thighs, while maintaining eye contact with you.

You suck in a sharp breath the second his fingertips touch your folds. He parts you gently and starts rubbing circles over you causing your breath to hitch and eyes to flutter shut.

“Eyes on me, baby.” he whispers to you.

You force your eyes open, meeting his dark ones. He starts rubbing faster, and you find yourself enjoying it. The wet sounds of him rubbing your clit fill the room, along with your shallow gasps. Jungkook watches your reactions, they turn him on even more.

After a minute, he places one finger at your entrance. He circles around it teasingly at first, before sliding it into you carefully, giving you time to adjust. The stretch is good, it makes you jolt and whine.

“Shh, easy, baby.” he soothes, his free hand caressing your hip.

He starts moving his finger inside you, slowly thrusting into you. You’re not entirely sure why, but one of his fingers feels better than your ex’s dick inside you.

He finger-fucks you with one digit for a while before adding another finger, scissoring them to open you up more. The fullness has you whimpering and closing your eyes again, but you snap them open again, keeping them in him just as he requested. Jungkook’s watching you intently, his own breath heavy now. His fingers pumping in and out of you, have your toes curling. Your fingers grab into his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt as the pleasure builds.

“Kook–” you moan, needily.

He groans deeply at that sound. “That’s it, baby.”

He leans down and captures your lips in a sloppy kiss. His tongue thrusts into your mouth the same way his fingers thrust into you. He carries on until you’re releasing down his fingers.

Your thighs clamp around his wrist and you arch off the bed, moaning into his mouth. He fingers you slowly now, swallowing your moans. When you calm down, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth to lick them clean, groaning at your taste.

You’re trying to catch your breath while staring at him awe-struck, not entirely believing what just happened.

“What?” he asks, amused.

You let out a shaky laugh. “That might’ve been the best sexual experience I’ve ever had.”

Jungkook tilts his head, genuinely surprised, his lips twitch as he fights another burst of laughter. “Really? All I used were two fingers. Damn was sex with your ex that bad?”

You groan, “Don’t make me say it out loud again.”

You’re still in your post orgasm haze when he starts sliding further down your body. His hands find your thighs and he rubs circles on your skin as he looks up at you, soft but hungry

“Can I eat you out, Chubs?” he asks gently.

You nibble on your bottom lip, heart beat speeding up again. This would make you feel vulnerable, but it’s Jungkook offering – your Jungkook. So you give him a nod.

His whole face lights up with that big bunny smile you love so much. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook sits up to pull his shirt off and throw it somewhere. Your mouth goes a little dry at the sight. Fuck, your best friend is so hot. Of course, you’ve seen him shirtless a gazillion times, but seeing him shirtless now feels completely different. You’ve always wanted to touch, to run your hands over him… to lick his abs.

Unfortunately, you do not get the chance to stare as much as you would’ve liked to because he moves lower and settles between your thighs, spreading your legs open. He looks at your pussy, his eyes greedy. He licks his lips and your whole body heats up. He leans in and blows cool air over you causing you to twitch.

“Kook…” you whisper.

He licks you from your entrance to your clit. You jolt at the foreign sensations and your legs try to shut. He holds your thighs, keeping you open.

“Relax for me, baby.” he says before kissing your inner thigh. “It’s gonna feel so good.”

 You nod and reach for his hand to hold. He uses his shoulders to keep you open for him and starts licking you gently. 

A whimper escapes your throat. “Kook…”

He moans against you in response, the vibration shooting through your core. Jungkook presses his whole face deeper, nose against your clit as he laps at you like he’s starving. His tongue circles your clit then pushes inside.

Your legs are now over his shoulders, heels digging into his back. Your hands get tangled into his hair, gripping on it and keeping him down there. You had no idea it could feel like this, so magnificent…

Jungkook is in heaven. What the fuck? Why do you taste so good? He’s eaten out girls before, a few, but nothing can compare to this. He finds you sweet and almost addictive. He may know the reason as to why you taste this good – your pineapple obsession. It’s your favourite food, you eat it at least three times a week. So that’s got to be the reason why you taste so delectable. He doesn’t know for sure and he doesn’t really care either. He just knows that he could stay here forever, buried between your thighs.

He grips your ass with his free hand, pulling you even closer to his mouth so he can get in deeper. He tongue fucks into you then gently sucks on your bud, humming when you start grinding against his face.

You’re moaning loudly now, pleasure quickly growing as Jungkook continues devouring you. He doesn’t slow down for a second, not even to breathe. His sole purpose at this moment is to get you releasing into his mouth. Your arousal is dripping down his chin, but he’s not interested. He just wants more, more of your taste, more of your pretty, sweet sounds.

Soon you’re releasing for the second time, much more than the first one. Your back arches off the bed and the loudest moan of his name leaves your throat. Jungkook hums, licking up your release. He keeps going until you’re whining from the overstimulation

Once he’s cleaned up most of the mess, he pulls back, finally allowing himself to catch a breath. You lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling while your brain tries to reboot.

And then the thoughts start to creep in. What does this mean for your friendship for now? How are you ever supposed to go back to normal when’s had his mouth on you, his  fingers and tongue inside you. How will you survive in his presence and not crave this again and again?

Jungkook crawls up your body, kissing you wherever he can until he’s hovering over you again. He brushes away the hair from the face with a tender smile. But similar questions worry his mind. He wants to feast on you every day. Wake up with his face between your thighs, make you come on his tongue for breakfast. He wants to cherish you and keep you like this forever.

But you’re both best friends, and you hope that you have not ruined that...

A/N –

This is only 5k words because my phone cannot handle anything more omg. Anywayssss, I started writing this little snippet the other day, hope it’s okay. Tumblr is being mean to me so I will not be surprised if this gets two notes 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

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