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.”