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The morning sun streamed through the half-drawn blinds of your dorm room.
You stirred awake, sore and warm and tangled in sheets that smelled like Jungkook.
He was still asleep beside you, one arm draped across your waist, his face relaxed and soft in a way you rarely saw.
You traced the line of his jaw while the curve of his lips.
He stirred, a sleepy hum escaping him.
"Stop staring," he murmured while eyes still closed.
"I can't help it." He pulled you closer while burying his face in your hair.
"I could get used to waking up like this."
"Then maybe you should."
He opened his eyes in dark and serious expression. He tilted your chin up, kissed you slowly and deeply.
"I want to."
An hour later in campus walkway
You walked to your first class hand-in-hand. His thumb traced lazy circles on your palm. Students passed, some are staring and some are whispering to each other.
Even a group of girls from the cheerleading squad did a double take.
"Is that Jeon Jungkook?" one whispered.
"Who's she?"
"I don't know but they're holding hands."
You squeezed his hand, a nervous flutter in your chest. He squeezed back then he stopped walking.
Before you could even ask something he turned to you, cupped your face and kissed you right there in the middle of the walkway.
In a deep, possessive and unhurried way.
Someone wolf-whistled and a few people clapped.
When he pulled back his doe eyes were bright and happy.
He looked at the gathered students and said, loud enough for everyone to hear,
"I'm already taken, by her. You got it?" Your heart slammed against your ribs. He laced his fingers through yours again and continued walking like he didn't just declared his ownership of your entire existence in front of half of the campus.
"Kook, you didn't have to do that," you said, voice shaky.
"Yes, I just did." He brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles gently.
"I want everyone to know. No more rumors. No more bullshit and it will be just you."
Then you were quiet for a moment,
"You mean that?"
He stopped again, turned to face you fully. His expression was raw, vulnerable in a way you had never seen before.
"Y/N, I know who I was before you. I was a player. A douchebag. I used girls and bragged about it." He ran a hand through his hair. "But then you came along and you didn't give a shit about my reputation. You even blocked me for Mina, you called me out, and you made me work for it." He laughed softly. "And somewhere along the way, I realized I don't want to be that guy anymore. Not if it means losing you."
His thumb traced your cheekbone.
"So yeah, I'm promising you this, right now. I'll change. For as long as you'll have me. I'll be the man you always deserve."
Your eyes stung then you kissed him, hard, and not caring that people were watching both of you.
"I'll have you forever Kook," you whispered.
He grinned, that boyish, mischievous grin that made your knees weak.
"Good. Uhmm, now let's get through these classes so I can take you home and worship every inch of you again hehe."
Later that evening at your dorm room
Mina had texted:
Staying at Haneul's tonight. Dorm is all yours. ;)
You showed it to Jungkook about her message. When his eyes darkened.
"She's a good friend of yours Y/N," he said, already pulling you towards the bed.
But instead of pouncing like the usual, he surprised you.
He sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled you to stand between his legs. His hands rested on your hips, thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt.
"I want to do something different," he said, his voice low.
"I want to taste you this time." Your breath hitched.
"You've-"
"Not like this." He tugged your shorts down, then your panties. "I want to take my time. I want to make you come on my tongue. I want to hear you scream my name over and over."
He guided you onto the bed, lying you back and spreading your legs.
He settled between them, his breath warm against your inner thigh.
"You ready baby?"
You nodded, unable to speak.
He pressed a kiss to your clit, softly and barely there.
Then his tongue flattened while dragging them slowly through your folds.
You gasped and your fingers tangling in his hair.
He hummed against you, a sound of approval. Then he really went to work on your cunt.
He licked and sucked alternating in between gentle flicks and deep probing strokes.
He found your clit and focused there, circling with the tip of his tongue while his two fingers slid inside you.
He curled them, hitting that spot that made your back arch.
"Jungkook- oh- fuck-" He moaned against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your core.
He doubled his efforts as his fingers pumping and his tongue relentless on you.
Your thighs clenched around his head, but he didn't stop. He pushed you higher and higher, until your orgasm crashed over through you like a wave while leaving you trembling and crying out loud.
He didn't stop there. He lapped at you through the aftershocks and gentle now and soothing, until you had to push his head away.
"Kook, babe I'm too sensitive," you breathed.
He crawled up, kissed you, and letting you taste yourself on his lips.
"Beautiful." He was hard, straining against his jeans. You reached for his belt, but he caught your wrist.
"My turn later but right now, I just want to be inside you." He shed his clothes in seconds, positioned himself at your entrance, and pushed in with a low groan. He fucked you slow, deep, his forehead pressed to yours.
"Feel that?" he whispered. "That's me and all yours."
"Yes-"
"No one else's."
"Yours. Fuck-"
He sped up, his hips snapping against yours. The bed creaked and the headboard is thumping rhythmically against the wall.
It was with sweat-slick skin, ragged breaths, and the wet sound of him sliding in and out of you
He flipped you onto your side, spooning, and lifting your leg over his hip. The he thrust deeper, hitting a new angle that made you gasp.
His hand snaked between your legs while rubbing your clit.
"Come with me, Y/N, baby~" he grunted. "Now."
You did. Together. Your walls clamped around him as he pulsed deep inside you, filling you with a warmth that spread through your whole body.
He collapsed behind you then still buried inside you while kissing your shoulder.
"Again?" he asked, already hardening.
"You're insatiable Kook."
"What can I say... You make me feel this way."
He rolled you onto your stomach, grinning like a child, lifted your hips, and slid back in again inside you.
Hours later around 2 AM
You were both tangled in sheets, limbs heavy, bodies slick. The room smelled of sex- your scent and his mingled. You'd lost count of how many times he'd made you come. Your throat was already raw from moaning.
He lay beside you while tracing patterns on your stomach. "We should probably sleep."
"You think?"
He laughed. "But first..." He leaned over, kissed your forehead. "Thank you. For giving me a chance."
You smiled a bit drowsy. "Thank you for being worth it. You're worth it."
He pulled you close, your back to his chest, his arms wrapped around you.
"Promise me something," he murmured.
"Anything."
"Don't ever leave me."
"Never."
He kissed your hair. Outside, the campus was quiet, the stars scattered across the sky. Inside, you felt safe, claimed, and deeply loved. And you never ever felt this way before thinking that it was just only the beginning.
The next morning β Cafeteria
You walked in together, his arm around your waist. Conversations paused. Eyes tracked you.
A few girls whispered, but their expressions were different now- some are resentful, but mostly envious of you.
Yeri from your psych class waved. "You two are adorable. Jungkook, you've met your match."
He grinned, kissed your temple. "I know."
Mina was at a corner table while eating alone.
She gave you a thumbs up. You mouthed Thank you and she winked right back at you
As you sat down, Jungkook pulled you onto his lap, his hand resting on your thigh.
"Get a room," someone yelled from across the room.
"Got one," he shot back. "We just trashed it. Yours will be next."
Everyone laughed. You buried your face in his neck, but you were smiling.
Later, when the cafeteria cleared, he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear.
"Your dorm. In one hour. I'm not done with you yet."
Your thighs clenched.
"I'll be waiting."
He kissed you once, deep and slow, then stood and left, leaving you breathless and wanting.
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The moment you unlocked your dorm door, Jungkook's hands were on you. He kicked the door shut behind him, pinned you against it, and kissed you like he'd been starved for days. His tongue slid against yours, demanding, tasting, while his fingers worked the buttons of your shirt.
"I missed you," he breathed between kisses.
"You saw me just an hour ago."
"It's too long."
He stripped your shirt off, tossed it aside. His mouth traveled down your neck, sucking a mark onto your collarbone. You moaned, arching into him. His hands found your breasts, cupping them through your bra, thumbs circling your nipples until they stiffened.
"In the couch," he said, guiding you backward.
You fell onto the cushions, and he followed, kneeling between your legs.
He pulled off your shorts and panties in one swift motion, then his own jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free, already hard, curved and thick, the tip glistening.
"Get on top of me," he said, voice husky. "Ride me."
You straddled him, your knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. He lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your wet entrance.
You sank down slowly, both of you groaning as he filled you inch by inch.
"Fuck," he breathed, head falling back. "You feel so good."
You started moving, rocking your hips, finding a rhythm. His hands gripped your waist, guiding and helping you. The angle was so deep, hitting the spots that made your toes curl.
"You like this?" you asked, breathless.
"It's perfect." He watched you, eyes dark with lust.
"You're perfect."
You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and rode him harder. The couch creaked beneath you. His hips thrust up to meet yours, slapping skin, wet and loud in the quiet room.
After a few minutes, he pulled out suddenly. You whimpered at the loss.
"Lie back," he said.
He shifted, lying flat on the couch, his head at the edge. He patted his face.
"Come here. Ride my mouth."
You hesitated for only a second, then you straddled his face, your knees on either side of his head. He grabbed your ass, pulling you down onto his awaiting mouth.
His tongue dove straight into your folds, lapping you hungrily.
"Oh, God-"
His hands came up, gripping your breasts, his thumbs rubbing your nipples as he ate you out.
His tongue circled your clit, flicked it and pressed flat on it. You rocked against his face, while your hands gripping the back of the couch for support.
He hummed against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your core. His fingers dug into your tits, squeezing, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
"I'm gonna- Jungkook-"
He doubled his efforts, tongue fucking you, lips sucking your clit, until you came with a broken cry and your thighs shaking around his head.
He kept licking, a bit gentler now, until you had to lift off, collapsing onto the couch beside him.
He turned to you and propped himself on an elbow.
"Are you good baby?"
"I felt amazing." You were still catching your breath.
"I didn't know sex could feel like this."
He kissed your forehead. "Ofcourse, only with me though."
You looked at him, really looked. His hair was messy, lips slick with you, and eyes shining with adoration.
"How are you so good at this?" He shrugged, a little sheepish.
"Practice. But it's different with you." He traced your collarbone.
"With you, I actually really care. I want to make you feel so good. I want to learn every sound you make, and every spot that makes you moan."
Your heart swelled then. You pulled him in for a deep and slow kiss while tasting yourself on his lips.
"Round two?" he asked.
"I thought you'd never ask."
He flipped you onto your stomach, hiked your hips up, and slid back in from behind.
The new angle made you gasp. He leaned over, his chest to your back, and lips at your ear.
"You're mine," he whispered, thrusting deep.
"I am yours, always yours." You look him in the eyes and he look at you back. He fucked you slowly and deeply, grinding his hips against your ass with each stroke.
His hand snaked around, rubbing your clit in circles. Your moans turned into cries, your fingers curling into the couch cushions.
"Come for me again," he said against your neck.
And you did, shuddering, and clenching around him.
He followed moments later, burying his face in your hair as he came inside you, hot and thick.
Afterward, he stayed inside you, and both of you breathing hard. He kissed your shoulder, your neck, and then your cheek.
"I could stay here with you forever," he murmured.
"Then stay." He pulled out from you and rolled you onto your back. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him.
You both lay tangled a bit sticky with sweat and happy.
"Tomorrow," he said, "There's a party at the Lamron house. You'll come with me?"
"Will you hold my hand the whole time?"
"Every second and everyday."
The next night at the Lamron house party
The bass thumped. Red and blue lights pulsed across the whole room. Bodies pressed together on the dance floor. You wore a short black skirt and a cropped top that something Mina had helped you pick out.
Jungkook's eyes had nearly popped out when he saw you.
"Fuck Y/N, baby," he'd said. "I'm not gonna last in five minutes."
But here you were, two hours in, and he'd kept his promise.
His arm was around your waist, his hand occasionally dipping to squeeze your ass when no one was looking. You even danced together, his hips grinding against yours, his lips at your ear.
"You're the hottest girl here, Y/N, bring back the boyish one," he said.
"Such a flatterer-lover boy."
"No, I mean it."
Then a blonde girl in a tight dress sauntered over, clearly drunk. She ignored you completely, sidling up next to Jungkook.
"Hey, you're Jeon Jungkook, right?" She twirled her hair. "I've heard about you. Wanna trade numbers?"
Jungkook's arm tightened around you. He looked at her with his flat expression.
"No, I'm already taken."
The girl glanced at you, then back at him. "She doesn't have to know. This could be just a little fun."
He stepped back, pulling you with him.
"I just said no." His voice was cold like ice.
"And even if she wasn't even here, I wouldn't be interested. I don't do that anymore."
The girl's face reddened and embarassed. She muttered something and walked away.
You looked up at Jungkook a bit surprised.
"You didn't have to be that harsh." He turned to you, his eyes soft now.
"I don't want anyone thinking there's even a chance. I'm already yours. Completely." He kissed you, right there and then in the middle of the dance floor. When he pulled back, he suddenly took your hand.
"Let's go."
"My place or yours?"
"Yours. I want to fuck you in that skirt."
Back in your dorm around 1 AM
He had you on your back on the bed the moment the door closed. His hands roamed your body, pushing up your skirt, pulling down your panties.
He kissed you softly, tasting and biting your lower lip.
"I love kissing you," he said between breaths.
"I love kissing you too."
He smiled against your mouth.
"I love everything about you. Your smart mouth. Your stupid boyish haircut that I now think is the hottest thing ever even the way you look at me like I'm worth something."
"Because you are." He paused, his forehead against yours.
"I'm not perfect. I've done shitty things. But with you, I want to be perfect. I want to be the man you deserve."
"You already are." He kissed you again, slower this time. His hand slid down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing circles while he kissed you.
He was already hard, pressing against your thigh.
"I want to fuck you like I mean it," he said, voice rough.
"Because I do mean it. I mean every thrust. Every kiss. Every single time I say your name."
"Then just say it." He pushed into you in one smooth motion, filling you completely. He groaned, stilling for a moment, letting you adjust.
"I want to marry you one day," he said quietly.
Your eyes widened.
"What?"
"I know it's crazy. We've only been together for a short while. But I've never felt this way about anyone. I don't want to lose you and I want to wake up next to you every single day. I want to be with you even in the future. I want to be your husband." Tears pricked your eyes.
"Jungkook..."
"Shh." He kissed your tears away.
"Don't cry, baby, just let me show you." And he did. He made love to you with his mouth never leaving yours.
You kissed through the whole thing in sloppy, wet kisses, noses bumping, breath as one. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Come with me," he whispered, his lips brushing yours.
"Come with me, baby." You did together, your bodies both trembling, and your mouths still locked together. He pulsed inside you, groaning your name into your mouth.
After, he held you, still inside you, and still kissing you.
"I mean it," he said. "When we graduate. If you want to."
"Yes," you whispered. "Yes." He kissed you again, and you stayed like that, tangled and sweaty, making out lazily until the sun started to peek through the blinds.
"You know," you said, tracing the lines of his abs, "We're going to have to get up eventually."
"Do we have to?"
"Yeah, we need food, water and out classes." He groaned.
"Fine. But only if you promise to ride me again tonight."
You laughed, kissing his nose. "Deal."
He pulled you close, burying his face in your hair.
The campus buzzed with whispers. Girls in the hallway stared as you walked past them.
"Is that her?" "She looks different." "No way that's the same girl."
You'd let your hair grow out a little. Mina had helped you buy a few skirts, crop tops, and things that showed off the curves you'd always kept hidden. But mostly, the change was in how you carried yourself.
Now your chin up. Shoulders straight back. A smirk that said I know something you don't.
Jeon Jungkook had done that to you.
And everyone noticed.
Two days after the library
He texted you during your morning class: Wear the black skirt, Y/N. Baby, the short one. No panties.
Your stomach flipped. You were in the middle of a lecture on economic theory and you typed back: You're insane Kook.
He replied: And you love it. Meet me in the east stairwell after this period.
You closed your phone, suppressing a grin.
When the bell rang, you gathered your things, ignoring all the curious looks from your classmates.
You slipped into the east stairwell, a narrow, rarely-used space between the science building and the admin wing. And there he was waiting on the landing between floors, leaning against the wall with that predatory look that made your knees weak.
"My good girl," he said, pulling you into a kiss. His hand slid up your thigh, and found nothing beneath your skirt. He hummed approvingly. "You listened to me."
"You knew, Kook that I would."
He turned you around, bending you over the railing. The metal was cold against your stomach. He hiked your skirt up, exposing your bare ass.
"I've been hard all morning Y/N, baby," he muttered, unbuckling his belt. His cock sprang free, thick and ready for you. He dragged the tip through your folds while gathering your wetness.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You."
"Say it clearly."
"I belong to you, Jeon Jungkook."
He slammed into you, burying himself to the hilt. You cried out while gripping the railing. He set a brutal pace his hips slapping against your bare skin in each thrust driving you into the metal.
Someone's footsteps echoed from the floor below. He paused then his one hand clamped over your mouth and the other still holding your hip. The footsteps passed and he resumed more harder now while chasing his release.
"You feel so good Y/N," he groaned. "I'm gonna fill you up."
"You didn't, ahh, hmm, condom-"
"I want to feel you. Do you trust me?"
You nodded, too far gone to care. He fucked you deep this time as his rhythm faltering and he came, hot and thick inside you.
You followed when your orgasm crashing through you. Waves of pleasure that left you trembling hard against the railing.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing hard, as his forehead pressed to your shoulder.
"Fuck," he whispered. "I'm never getting enough of you."
He pulled out, and you felt his cum trickle down your thigh.
He tucked himself away, then pulled down your skirt, smoothing it over your ass.
"Keep it warm for me baby," he said, kissing your neck. "I'll be back for more tonight."
Later that day at your dorm room
You'd showered, changed into a loose hoodie and shorts. Your thighs still ached from the stairwell. But when your phone buzzed (Coming over. Unlock the door baby.), you didn't hesitate.
You cracked the door and lay on your bed, pretending to study. He let himself in then locked it behind him. Then he was on you, hands and mouth, pulling off your shorts.
"No skirt?" he teased.
"Give me a break Kook. I just wore it all day."
He smirked. "Fair enough baby."
He stripped you completely, then himself. He positioned you on your hands and knees on the bed, sliding into you from behind. Slow at first, then deeper and you moaned into the pillow.
"How does it feel knowing every guy who sees you now wonders what you look like naked?" he murmured.
"I don't care about them."
"But they care about you. They see the change in you. They know someone's been ruining you."
"Only you."
He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back. He fucked you harder, the bed creaking rhythmically against the wall.
Knock. Knock.
You froze. Jungkook didn't stop.
"Hey, Y/N, you in there?" Mina's voice, muffled through the door. "I need to borrow your notes from-"
She paused. The bed was still creaking. Your breath was ragged. Jungkook thrust even deeper making the headboard bang loudly.
"Y/N, Are you... Busy?" Mina's voice was careful, embarrassed.
Jungkook leaned down, his mouth against your ear.
"Answer her."
"I-I'm studying- Min" you managed, but your voice cracked as he hit a sensitive spot.
Mina was silent. Then, quietly she said "I'll... I'll just come back later Y/N."
Her footsteps retreated down the hall.
Jungkook chuckled darkly. "She already knows."
"She's going to kill me."
"She's going to be jealous huh." He flipped you onto your back, lifting your legs over his shoulders.
"Now, where were we? Baby~"
He fucked you until you lost count of your orgasms. When he finally spilled inside you again, you were a trembling mess slick with sweat and his cum.
He collapsed beside you, pulling you close to him.
"Stay the night." You said.
"Always for you, babe."
The next morning in class
You walked to class with your thighs still sticky, your body sore in the best way possible. Girls even whispered as you passed by. Some where envious and some are curious between you two.
A girl from your psychology class, Yeri, stopped you in the hallway.
"Hey, uh, you look really good lately. Like, literally glowing. What's your secret lately huh?"
You thought of Jungkook's hands, his mouth, his cock filling you. His cum and then you smiled.
"Oh uhmm just a good skincare, that's all," you said.
She laughed while you kept walking. At the end of the corridor, you finally saw Mina standing with her books while watching you. Her expression was unreadable.
"Hey, Min," you said.
"Hey, Y/N." She fell into step beside you. "So, about yesterday..."
"Mina, I'm so sorry-"
"Don't be." She cut you off, a small, curious smile on her face. "I just... Never heard you like that before, that's all and It's so loud hehe."
Your face burned. "Oh God."
"No, it's okay." She bumped your shoulder. "Just, warn me next time? Alright and or give me noise-canceling headphones."
You laughed and relieved.
"Okay that's a deal."
"Also," she added, lowering her voice, "Is it always that intense with Jungkook? Because if so, I need to find myself a Jungkook."
You choked on air.
She just giggled and walked ahead, leaving you red-faced and smiling.
That afternoon in the library again
Jungkook texted you: Third floor. Same spot. Wear nothing under that skirt like always.
You were already wearing a skirt and you went to where he texted you.
The minutes later he already was bending you over a table before you could say a word to him and sliding into you with a groan.
He fucked you slowly this time while drawing out every sensation in you until you were whispering his name like a prayer.
"I want to own every part of you Y/N," he said, his lips against your neck. "And I want everyone to know."
"They'll know," you promised. "I'm all yours."
He came with a low growl, holding you close. You sagged against him and spent.
"One more round before your next class?"
"You're going to kill me Kook."
"Die happy, then." You kissed him while tasting yourself on his lips.
This was your life now and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
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The walk back to your dorm was a haze of warmth and trembling limbs. Jungkook kept his arm around your waist while his thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip. You leaned into him, still catching your breath and still tasting him on your lips.
When you reached to your building, he didn't let you go. Instead he turned you to face him, his eyes dark and serious under the light.
"Come home with me," he said.
"Not to rush anything. But I want to be with you tonight. Just you and me. In a real bed. Where I can take my time with you."
Your heart hammered. "I- I've never-"
"I know." He brushed a strand of hair from your face. "And I want to be your first and everything. But only if you're ready. We can just sleep. We can just watch a movie. Whatever you want Y/N."
You looked at him with genuine concern in his eyes, the patience he'd shown all night. The way he'd handled you so gently in the garden.
You trusted him. More than you'd ever trusted anyone.
"Okay," you whispered. "Jungkook you can take me home."
His apartment was small but clean. A few posters on the walls, a gaming setup in the corner, and a bed that took up most of the space in his bedroom.
He led you inside, locked the door, and turned to you with a soft smile.
"Do you want water? Tea? Something to eat?"
"I'm fine." You were nervous while your hands trembling slightly. He noticed.
He took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles.
"Hey. Y/N.. Look at me."
You did.
"Whatever happens tonight, I'm in control. Not you. You don't have to do anything but feel my lead. I'll take care of everything. If you want to stop just say the word and I'll stop immediately. No questions needed to be asked. Okay?"
"Okay."
He kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. Soft and slowly then he unzipped your dress, letting it fall onto the floor.
You stood in your underwear, suddenly self-conscious.
He stepped back, his gaze traveling over you with reverence.
"You are so beautiful," he breathed. "Every inch of you Y/N."
He stripped off his own clothes, slowly, giving you time to look on his body. He was lean and muscular with smooth skin stretched over defined abs.
His cock was already half-hard, thick and veined. You swallowed seeing for the first time.
"See something you like my Y/N?" he teased you gently.
"You're... You're big Jungkook." He chuckled.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure you're ready for me."
He led you to the bed, laying you down on the cool sheets. Then he joined you and propping himself on an elbow while his hand tracing your collarbone down your sternum and over to your stomach. His every touch sent sparks through your skin.
"Tell me what you want," he murmured.
"I want you to show me everything."
He smiled. "Then let me show you."
He kissed his way down to your body.
Your neck, your chest, and the valley between your breasts.
He pulled your bra down, taking a nipple into his mouth. You gasped, arching into him. He sucked and licked as his hand working on the other side, until you were squirming and moaning his name.
Then he moved lower. Kisses down your stomach, your hips. He hooked his fingers in your underwear and pulled them off, spreading your legs gently.
"You're so pretty down here," he said, his breath hot against your cunt.
"Let me taste you now Y/N."
His tongue slid through your folds, and you cried out, your hands fisting in the sheets. He licked and sucked, finding your clit with practiced precision.
Your hips bucked against his mouth, but he held you down, driving you higher.
"Jungkook- I'm- I'm so close..."
He hummed against you, sending vibrations through your core. You came on his tongue with a shattered cry and your body convulsing.
He lapped at you through it and sucks your pussy gently.
He kissed his way back up as his cock pressing against your thigh.
"Now," he said, "I'm going to take you. It might hurt at first, but I'll go slow. Breathe in with me."
He reached for a condom from the nightstand, sheathing himself. Then he positioned himself at your entrance, his tip pressing against your slick flesh.
"Ready Y/N?"
"Yes."
He pushed in, just the head. You gasped at the stretch. It's tight and burning. He stopped while letting you adjust to his size.
"Breathe Y/N, look at me baby," he reminded you.
You did then he pushed in deeper, inch by inch.
The pain sharpened and you winced while tears pricking your eyes.
"Look at me," he said.
You did again. His eyes were full of tenderness.
"You're doing so well for me. Almost there."
With one final push he buried himself to the hilt.
You cried out in a mix of discomfort and fullness. He stayed still while letting you adjust and his forehead pressed to yours.
"Do you feel me inside you?"
"Yes." Your voice was breathless.
"I'm never letting you go, Y/N," He began to move, slowly and deeply as the pain faded away and replaced by a building pleasure. He hit a spot that made you gasp and he smiled.
"There it is."
He fucked you slowly and consistently thrusting his hips while watching your face, learning your body. He angled his hips and the pleasure spiked up as you moaned while wrapping your legs around his waist.
"More- Kook- please-" He gave you more. Harder, faster, and the sound of skin slapping filling up the room.
You came again, clenching around him, and he groaned, burying his face in your neck as he spilled into the condom.
Then he collapsed beside you and pulling you into his arms.
"You mine and I will never let you go," he whispered.
"Yes, I'm all yours- Koo."
A week later at the campus library
You'd reverted to your usual boyish look- baggy hoodie, ripped jeans, and messy hair.
But your body still remembered his touch and every mark he'd left on your skin.
He found you in the back corner of the library, hidden between shelves of old textbooks. He slid into the chair beside you as his hand immediately finding your thigh under the table.
"I missed you," he murmured.
"It's been six hours."
"It's already too long." He pulled you up, leading you to the deserted stacks on the third floor. The lights were dim, and no one came here.
"Been thinking about you all day, Y/N," he said, pressing you against the shelves.
"About how good you felt and how tight you felt around me."
He kissed you, hungry and desperate. His hands roamed under your hoodie, finding your bare skin.
"Next time," he said against your lips, "Wear a skirt for me. A shorter one. So I can fuck you easily and anywhere."
"What? Here?" you breathed.
"Here. In the library. In the classroom. In the parking lot. I want you ready for me whenever I want you."
He pushed your jeans down, just enough, and turned you to face the shelves. He spread your legs, finding you already wet for him.
"So eager," he teased. He entered you from behind, filling you in one stroke. You muffled your cry against a book.
He fucked you hard, fast, and his hand clamped over your mouth to quiet your moans.
The shelves started to rattle and some books fell.
You came before he did and he followed soon after while biting your shoulder to keep him from shouting.
He pulled out, tucking himself away, then helped you pull up your jeans.
"My good girl," he whispered, kissing your temple.
"Now let's go study. I'll take you again after."
You smiled at him while your body humming with satisfaction being fucked by him.
Hi, can you make a thread on Jungkook song recommendations? I'm not on Instagram. Sorry if it is too much to ask π
justin park - on the low
homies - generation
finn askew - roses
ruel - too many feelings
audrey nuna - space
03ohn β even days
jeremy passion and melissa polinar - never change
fiji blue - it takes two
Let Me Know - Carlos Abril, Amelia Rose, 9ICK
One Deep - Pimmie
Slauson - Pimmie
Oxford Circus - Frex
HANGING WITH YOU - THEHONESTGUY
Drama - Rex Orange County
Dramamine - Flawed Mangoes
among the clouds - aqualina
250309 - jungkook's songs recommendations on bam's instagram story
sasha keable - move it along ft. leon thomas
umi - somewhere new
samara cyn, sherwyn - pop n olive
rubii, amaria bb - keep hush
leon thomas - vibes don't lie
lucky daye - how much can a heart take ft. yebba
paul moody, the field tapes, kyle mcevoy - all I had was you
samara cyn - auto-pilot
250819 - jungkook's song recommendation on instagram stories
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Ti's I! It's been awhile... Been busy with ticketing wars in our country and yes I survived + busy with work/life
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New Adult Romance/ Drama / Coming-of-Age/ Campus/University Romance/ Enemies to Lovers / College Jock x Boyish Girl/ Protective Best Friend / He Falls First (Jungkook becomes interested before the Reader realizes her feelings) /Popular Guy x Ordinary/Unassuming Girl / Fake Pursuit Turns Real / Slow Burn Romance / Opposites Attract / Golden Retriever x Black Cat (Jungkook is outgoing and cocky; Reader is guarded, sarcastic, and independent) / Smut R18+
Part 1
The campus courtyard buzzed with the usual afternoon chaos of students rushing between classes, clusters of friends laughing on the grass, and the distant thrum of music from someone's bluetooth speaker.
You sat on the low stone wall near the humanities building, your backpack slung over one shoulder, your worn sneakers tapping against the bricks while you waited.
Where is she?
You checked your phone. Three missed texts from your best friend, Cho Mina.
"OMG I'm so sorry I'm running late!"
"Professor Kim kept me after class AGAIN"
"Be there in 10 I promise Y/N!!!"
You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. That was Mina, the always late, always apologizing, and always so damn sweet that you could never stay annoyed at her.
She'd been your best friend since freshman orientation, when you'd both shown up to the wrong dorm building and spent an hour wandering campus together and both laughing at your own stupidity.
You were polar opposites though: she was soft and feminine and effortlessly beautiful with long dark hair that fell in perfect waves and a smile that made people stop and stare. You were... Well, you were you.
Hair cut short because long was too much maintenance for you. Your clothes was chosen for your comfort over style like loose jeans, band tees, and hoodies that swallowed your whole frame.
No makeup, because you never learned how to apply it and didn't really care about it. You'd been called "tomboy" your whole life, and you'd long since stopped letting it bother you.
You were comfortable in your skin even if your skin wasn't what most people considered "girly."
But you were straight. Definitely straight.
You knew what you liked and you liked boys.
Even if most boys didn't seem to look twice at you.
Not that you even cared about it.
Then you were jolted from your own thoughts by a commotion near the main walkway.
A group of guys from the soccer team were making their way across the campus. They were loud and rowdy, and drawing attention like they always did.
And at the center of them while walking with the easy confidence of someone who knew he owned every room he entered was Jeon Jungkook.
You recognized him immediately. Everyone else did. Because he was that guy were the girls whispered about, the one guys wanted to be, the one who had never been told "no" a day in his life.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell across his forehead and doe cute eyes that held a dangerous glint.
He was extremely gorgeous and he knew it. He used it like a weapon.
Your jaw tightened.
You'd heard the stories.
The conquests.
The trail of broken hearts he left behind like trophies.
He didn't date- he hunted. When he'd spot a girl, he would charm her, and then sleep with her, and then move on before she could get too attached.
It was a game to him and at the end he never lost.
And right now his gaze was scanning the courtyard, looking for his next target.
Please don't-
It was too late.
His eyes landed on you for a brief second, then slid past and of course they did, he wasn't interested in girls like you and locked onto someone else.
Someone who had just emerged from the humanities building, waving apologetically as she hurried towards you.
It was Cho Mina. Your bff-
You watched in slow motion as Jungkook's expression shifted. A flicker of interest. A slow, predatory smile that made your blood run cold.
Oh no.
You suddenly stood up stepping between them instinctively, blocking his view of your best friend.
You didn't even think about it while your body moved before your brain just caught up.
"You're late," you said to Mina, forcing your voice to stay light. "I was about to leave without you."
"I know, I know, I'm so sorry Y/N!" She reached you, slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed from rushing.
She was wearing a sundress that made her look like she'd stepped out of a magazine and you could feel his eyes on her even from across the courtyard.
"Let me make it up to you- lunch is on me?"
"Deal."
You grabbed her arm while steering her away from the courtyard and away from him, from Jeon Jungcock. "Come on, let's go to that ramen place you like."
As you walked away, you didn't look back. But you could feel the weight of his gaze following you. No, not literally you. But her.
You gritted your teeth.
Two Days Later
The library was your sanctuary. Rows of books, the smell of old paper, the soft hum of fluorescent lights. It was very quiet and safe. No soccer players, no jocks, and no predators looking for their next meal.
You were tucked away in a corner on the third floor, hunched over a textbook when a shadow fell across your page.
"You're so hard to find."
You looked up and your heart stopped.
Jungkook stood over you, arms crossed that infuriating smirk on his face.
He was wearing a simple black t-shirt that clung to his shoulders and his hair was messy like he'd just rolled out of bed. He looked effortlessly good, and you hated him for it.
"What do you want?" You kept your voice flat, unimpressed.
Instead of answering, he slid into the seat across from you, leaning back like he owned the place. "Your friend. Mina, right? She's in my psych class."
Your grip tightened on your pen. "I know."
"She's pretty."
"She's taken." It was a lie. Mina was single. But you'd say anything to get him to back off from your bestfriend at all cost.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.
"Funny. She didn't mention a boyfriend."
"Maybe she doesn't tell to any random guys about her personal life."
"Ouch." He pressed a hand to his chest in mock hurt, but his eyes never left yours. "You're very protective of her."
"Earth to jock, simple because she's my best friend."
"So you're the gatekeeper." He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your skin prickle.
"What if, what if I told you I'm not interested in her anymore?"
You blinked. "What?"
He leaned forward, and suddenly the space between you and him felt too small. You could smell him- something clean and woodsy, mixed with the faint hint of his sweat. It was distracting.
"I said," he repeated slowly, "What's you're name again? Ah Y/N, L/N," he leaned further to you "What if I told you I found someone else more interesting?"
Your brain short-circuited. "What? Good, who?"
He didn't answer. He just looked at you. Looked at you like really looked at you intensely like he was seeing you for the first time.
His eyes traveled over tou your face, your short hair, and the way you were hunched over in your oversized hoodie.
And instead of dismissing you like you expected, his smirk softened into something else. Something deeper and full curiosity.
"You're different," he said.
"The way you dress. The way you act. No makeup and not trying to impress anyone. You don't care what people think of you, do you?"
"I don't see how's that any of your business Mr. Jock."
"It's refreshing." He said it like it surprised even him.
"Most girls I meet are desperate for my attention. You look at me like I'm a cockroach."
"Maybe that's because you act like one."
He laughed. Actually laughed with a real sound, not the practiced chuckle he used to charm girls. It caught you off guard.
"I like you," he said for a second and he almost sounded genuine.
Then the smirk was back.
"So here's what I'm thinking. You don't want me going after your friend, right?"
"Right."
"Well, I need a new target." He shrugged, casual like he was talking about the weather.
"So how about this- I'll leave Mina alone. Completely. She's off the table for me."
You narrowed your eyes. "And what's the catch?"
The smirk widened. "I want you."
Your heart lurched. "What?"
"You said anyone except her. Those were your words, weren't they? "'Any girl on campus, just don't go after my best friend.'"He leaned back, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself. "So I'm taking you up on that offer. You."
"You've got to be joking."
"I never joke about my conquests."
The word made your stomach twist. Conquest.
That's all you'd be to him. Another name on his list and another notch on his bedpost.
He didn't want you because he wanted the challenge.
The novelty.
The girl who didn't fawn over him who looked at him like he was dirt. You were just something new.
"Sorry to disappoint you but-," you said, standing up and shoving your book into your backpack, "But I'm not interested in being another one of your trophies."
"I didn't say trophy." He stood too, suddenly right in front of you. He was taller than you realized. Broader. You had to tilt your head back to meet his eyes.
"I said target. There's a difference."
"Is there?"
"Yeah." His voice dropped, lower, rougher. "Trophies are for showing off. Targets are for chasing. And I have a feeling chasing you is going to be a lot more fun."
You should have walked away. You should have told him to fuck off and never talk to you ever again. But something in his eyes- something vulnerable, hidden beneath all that cocky bravado that made you hesitate.
"You don't even know me," you said quietly.
"I want to."
"Why?"
He was quiet for a long moment. Then he reached out and before you could pull away, his fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face.
It was a small gesture.
Gentle. Nothing like the predatory confidence he'd shown before.
"Because when you look at me," he said, "You're not seeing the persona. You're seeing me. And I think that scares you more than anything."
Your breath caught.
He was right.
Weeks Later
You didn't know how it happened, but somehow Jungkook had wormed his way into your life.
At first, you'd ignored him. Refused his texts, avoided his usual spots, and ducked into bathrooms whenever you saw him coming.
But he was persistent. Relentless. He showed up at your study spots, your favorite coffee shop, even your part-time job at the campus bookstore.
He didn't push you and he didn't try to charm you. He just... Existed. Near you. Waiting.
Slowly, reluctantly, you started to talk.
It started with small things.
He'd ask about your classes, your major, your plans after graduation.
He'd tell you about his soccer games, his family back in Busan, the pressure he felt to always be the best.
And somewhere along the way, you started to see past the jock persona. Started to see the person underneath.
He wasn't just a womanizer. He was lonely. He was scared of being ordinary. He surrounded himself with people who only wanted his surface, his image because he didn't think anyone would want what was underneath that image.
One night when you were sitting on the bleachers after one of his games. The field was empty now, dark and quiet. He'd just scored the winning goal, and the team had carried him off the field. But instead of going to the afterparty, he'd found you in the stands and sat down beside you.
"You should be celebrating somewhere," you said.
"I'd rather be here with you than be somewhere."
You looked at him. His hair was damp with sweat, his chest still heaving from exertion.
Under the dim stadium lights, he looked... Softer. Vulnerable.
"Why?" you asked.
"Why me?"
He was quiet for a long time. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.
"Because you're the first person who ever asked me that."
Your heart ached.
"I asked because I just don't understand this, us," you said. "You could have anyone. Any girl on this campus. Why waste your time on someone like me?"
Someone like me. The words hung in the air, heavy with insecurity you didn't realize you carried.
Boyish.
Not girly enough.
Not the kind of girl guys like him noticed.
Jungkook turned to face you fully.
His eyes were dark, intense, burning with something you couldn't name.
"Because, you're beautiful, do you not know that?" he said, and the words hit you like a physical blow. "Not in the way I'm used to. Not in the way that's easy or expected. You're beautiful in the way that makes me stop and look. In the way that makes me want to know everything about you. The way you scrunch your nose when you're thinking. The way you bite your lip when you're nervous. The way you don't know how stunning you are, even when you're drowning in a hoodie that's three sizes too big."
Your throat tightened. "Jungkook..."
"I'm not trying to sleep with you Y/N." He said it flatly, a statement of fact.
"I mean, I won't lie- I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to. But that's not why I'm here. I'm here because for the first time in my life, I met someone who makes me want to be better. Someone who sees through the bullshit."
He reached out, his hand hovering near yours. Waiting. Asking.
"You said you didn't want to be my conquest," he said quietly. "So don't be. Be something else. Be... Mine."
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