Content Warning: swearing, a legendary 2-man, some social media! au, (playful) enemies to lovers?, strangers 2 lovers, banterr, podcasts n livestreams, tour life, reader is blunt and petty ofc, a little angst bc duh, international playboy makes a return, smoking (marijuana), vaping, alcohol consumption, jk is lowk cocky, mutual pining but they're stubborn, bts features, scandals and drama, hand holding bc they're cute, tattoo and piercing talk, making out, papparazi, arguments, minor beef, they are every labels worst nightmare as a couple, jealousyyy, diss tracks n love songs sigh, and that's all I can rmbr atm lol
sexual themes: multiple smut scenes (yum), slight brat taming, dom! jk, choking, semi-public sex, they accidentally make a sex tape, choking, impact play, begging, big dick! jk of course, bratty reader, he's obsessed with reader's ass, body whining/ grinding, fingering, cunnilingus, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), hickeys, mentions of ass play, they're both pretty nasty in this idk, strength kink.
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writer's note - mean jungkook is my fav genre but maybe I made him too mean. I know this is actually clithe as fuck but I couldn't find better titile name. xoxo
The loud music did little to dull the thundering of the door. You folded into yourself in the small toilet stall, praying the clanging hinges would not give up against jungkook’s merciless assault.
“I know you're in there, bird.” An amused laugh left his condescending mouth.
You squeezed your tear clumped eyes shut. You flinched at a particular loud blow which almost flanked the door open.
“Y/n, come out, when I'm still being nice.”
This was him being nice?
You remained mute, pursing your lips tightly to stifle your whimpers. You tried to drown your mind in the song playing through your earphones.
He will leave.
He will leave when he is tired.
Another cruel bang.
“Goddamn, answer me, bitch?”
You were pathetically folded on the closed commode seat, shrinking into a ball. You silently cried behind the confine of your palm, your chest sobbing violently.
Why had no one noticed that he had clearly entered the girls washroom? Was there no one around? No teachers? No janitors? No students??
“Y/n, this is the last time I'm asking you to come out.” he growled in a low warning tone. Amusement had disappeared from his voice, which frightened you even more.
“I'm giving you 10 seconds.” his feet tapped impatiently on the dirtied tiles, his words dulling over the roaring of your panicked heart.
Shivers springed on the entirety of your nape. Your watery eyes flickered over the door, anxiously contemplating your next action. But your body was so frozen in fright that it refused to move.
You were so so scared of him.
You removed the earpiece in suspicion when the movements stopped for several minutes. You bit your lips in anticipation of hearing some colourful language from him but nothing came.
You tried hard to heighten your hearing and sense his next move. You carefully stood up, nearing the small gray door. Your fingers trembled over the lock, continuously making sure you hadn't accidentally unlocked it.
..............
And next, you heard a flurry of movements and screamed in terror when you saw him trying to climb over the partition of the communal stall beside and reaching out for you from the gap above.
“Come here, you bitch!” he grunted in his struggle.
A sob broke loose as you hastily opened the door and made a run for your life. You unlocked the main door and fled, only to be snatched off the floor in no time. You saw his friend Jimin standing outside like a watchdog. Jungkook dragged your fluttering body back in the washroom and dumped you on the floor.
You snivelled in defeat, your stomach clenching in fright watching his darkened dilated eyes. He had you cornered, his hands rested on his hips as he glared down at you.
“What part of ‘Come to the terrace during maths class’ did you not understand?”
He purposely used that deep, gravel like tone to intimidate you.
You carefully slid up the tiled wall, shielding yourself with your hands incase he hit you. Your throat was painfully dry, you gulped audibly.
“I didn't —didn’t—”
You stuttered as he loomed closer, you felt his body heat, his rough breathing cloud you, his mouth smelt of cigarettes. You leaned sideways on the wall so that Jungkook couldn't completely press against you.
“Shut up! Can you stop embarrassing yourself?” Jungkook crunched his face in disgust.
You tightened your fist sized heart to take all the ugly insults he was going to hurl your way.
“What did you tell Miyoung?”
A stone dropped in your gut.
Your watery eyes widened, a red flush clouded your face, you quickly ducked your head in shame, your hair falling loose from your braid.
You felt so betrayed. You thought Miyoung was a good friend. She had been so nice to you. She had opened up so much to you and so had you. Shared so many secrets. But time and again, you were walloped in the face with the fact that no one was your true friend.
She shouldn't have shared your personal business with any third person.
Were you always going to be just a joke to people?
His chest was flushed against your arm by now, his airy whispers curled in your ear.
“You told her that you like me."
His fingers cupped your neck , the top of his thumb circling the centre of your neck.
You noisily inhaled and whispered a no. The pressure of his thumb doubled with every gulp you took.
“ I always knew there was something incredibly weird about you, but not on this level. I literally torment you , you should hate me but instead you like me? Like a kicked dog likes its master?” He laughed in mirth. He gripped the entirety of your neck and forced you to face his front. “You are definitely cracked, you know that.”
Your eyes narrowed, new tears breaking loose, feeling humiliated beyond belief. A chime started to ring in your ears, as the feeling of fear and hurt pierced deep in your chest.
“ How many times did I tell you not to even utter my name outside, to never associate yourself with me in public? ” You peered at him through your lashes, jilted and even if it looked like Jungkook was enraged, his knee buckled at that pathetic look from you and he shifted on his other foot.
He loved to intimidate you.
He took absolute pleasure in it.
You were his favourite toy to play when he had an itch.
He loved this feeling, this feeling of absolute power, of control he had on you, physically, mentally and emotionally. The triumph of seeing you shrunk at his words. The way you were affected by him, so intensely, so densely, it made him feral at times.
“ You're pathetic, you know that.”
That undid you, and the damn broke, your chapped upper lip covered your lower to stifle your sounds. “And I never want to be associated with some abnormal kid like you.”
Your cries were the best music to his ears.
“Please just leave me alone.” you said in an upset tone. Your sniffles became erratic and so did your effort to breathe in between them. Your chest moved with every hiccup.
Jungkook just observed you, deriving entertainment from every single detail of your weeping.
He was aroused.
“And why would I do that?” His body was almost entirely superimposed on you. The thumb that he had pressed on your jugular went to the tip of your chin where he lightly circled it.
You were about to push him away when he sneaked his other hand into your skirt and panties and cupped your folds.
He gave you a dangerous smile.
You stared at him in panic, as his eyes pooled with lust. You shook your head, a string of your ignored “nos” falling on his deaf ears.
His fingers poked your labias and you twisted in his hold.
Jungkook also loved to fuck you after you were done crying.
All drained, dazed and too tired to fight him.
He did not feel half as high after sex with his girlfriend as he did with you.
And though he would never tell a soul, he felt so smug and prideful when he heard his teammates mocking him about you “the below average” having a crush on him. Though he had twisted his face in disgust and gagged as a response for a good laugh of agreement, he had felt something burst inside his chest closer to happiness.
He claimed to hate you.
But he wanted to be liked by you.
Your mind should be occupied by him only.
You gasped at the pain of intrusion, two of his fingers were inside you, moving. A shudder left you when you felt the imprint of his hard member on your stomach.
You tugged at his wrist which was still on your neck to remove its weight, but instead he pinched your lips together to form a pout and pecked them repeatedly to distract you.
Your toes curled in your shoes when he inserted a third finger in you, you quickly grabbed his hand in alarm.
Jungkook halted and leaned away, he unblinkingly stared at your glistening lips, as if in trance.
You flinched hard, mewling in agony at the sharp sting, as Jungkook roughly dug his thumb nail in your clit. Shivers of pleasure and pain frantically travelled up your spine.
“Please stop!” you cried in agony.
“No!” you flinched at his shout. “Stop being fucking annoying.” he spat in irritation.
He quickly unzipped his pants and flipped your skirt up, slid your panties to the side and entered you.
You gasped at the intrusion, “ It hurts.”
“You like me, don't you? So fucking take it!!”, the last two words dragged into a growl as he rolled his head back. “Fuck” he loved the way your walls strangled his dick.
You squealed at the enormity of pain you were feeling, you involuntarily gripped his arm to ground yourself, to prevent yourself from tethering into darkness that dotted your vision.
All the while, Jungkook had his eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted, head swimming in a surge of euphoria.
He just froze for half a second, enjoying the feeling of being inside you. His stomach curled with pleasure. His legs were noticeably trembling.
He looked down at you, head ducked to the side, hiding your snotting face into your shrunken shoulder. Few strands of your hair glued to your face from your tears. Your eyes remained closed wishing for this nightmare to be over soon. Fighting him was not going to stop him.
He bit into lip and began to piston into you, panting heavily. His nose brushed your crunched eyebrows. He kissed your watery eyelids and trailed kisses down the beautiful curve of your cheek.
“Don't pretend like you hate this, I know these are your happy tears from getting a chance to be fucked by me.” he chuckled in your ear.
You slowly fluttered your lashes open, sparkling dew drops hung on them. You looked up at him, eyes swollen and reddened and flooding with a new stream of tears.
Fuck.
Fucking beautiful.
His balls tightened, he increased the pace.
You gave him that look from before, the look of a jilted lover.
That hurt, expectant look was enough to get him off the edge.
“Shit- fuck, y/n!” his voice cracked.
He kissed your unmoving lips.
He was cumming.
“Fuck!”
Your eyes rolled back and so did his.
He groaned loudly and came inside you.
It was only after he came down from the high did he feel your body heavily leaning on him, your hands had fallen loose.
Disclaimer: I made and edited the gif I used for my header. That’s why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. The footage belongs to BTS and BigHit, it’s obvs from one of Yoongi’s live streams. I also pulled the pic below from that footage. Feel free to use however you like, just please give me credit for the edit. Thanks 💜
I got this request on my Twitter account from @TheGirlInTheFloppyHat⁷ who said, “Soft stans please don't attack me, but a good looking guy, in a beret, casually rolling up his sleeves and painting away is hot as hell!!! HOT AS HELL!! 🔥 🔥 🔥 (Also, Yoongi the Renaissance Painter... Someone please take up the FanFic idea! 🤭🙈)”
Obviously, this is me volunteering to take up the idea because I agree, it is HOT. AS. HELL. 😂 I replied and told them I’d tag them once it was finished. Hope you like! Enjoy! 💜
Age Recommendation: 18+
Warnings: SMUT! Oral (f. receiving) as in face-sitting, smutty sex, Yoongi being a whole-ass Renaissance snacc, paint
Word Count: 1,546
Summary: You and Yoongi live in a modest home somewhere in Renaissance Italy, with him trying to earn a living through art. Unfortunately, you keep distracting him even though that’s nowhere near your intentions.
I sat in the corner of the room, subtly risking a glance at him from the pages of my book. Yoongi was currently swirling his paint brush in the tin filled with the darker blue, lost in thought. “Are you quite alright?” I asked, prompting him to flick his gaze my way.
“I am, thank you,” he murmured, fingers tugging at his beret. I let him carry on, admiring the way his trousers hugged his legs as he moved between the canvas and paint. When he shoved his tunic sleeves up his arms, showing off the creamy skin of those hands I loved pressing my lips to, I swallowed hard.
“I can feel you staring,” his deep bass grumbled.
I whipped my gaze back to my book. “Sorry.”
I listened to the scratching sound of the brush spreading color over the canvas, reveling in the way Yoongi inhaled as he smeared blue onto white, and the way he exhaled as he pulled the brush away. Risking another peek at him, I watched as he straightened, dipping the brush in the paint once more, before bending down the work on the bottom half of what would be his latest masterpiece. Yoongi repeated this action multiple times, silently working as I looked on. His hands were what my eyes were drawn to most, however, his veins popping as his grip on the brush tightened and loosened. I had to press my fingers to my mouth to stop from gasping at the sight.
Normally, he didn’t let me watch him work. Yoongi preferred for me to see the finished product, but as we’d had such little time together since his art started becoming popular, he relented and let me sit in on this painting’s creation. The only other time I’ve been allowed in the same room with him while he’s working is when I’m the one sitting for the portrait, and even then, I never got to see his process until now.
Yoongi finally sighed and set the brush down, his pale arms and smock now splattered with small droplets of blue paint. “You haven’t turned a page for nearly an hour,” he mused, looking at me with hooded eyes.
I opened my mouth to apologize once more, but he crossed the room and smothered my words with his soft mouth. “Never mind,” he murmured against my lips. “I was distracted, anyway. Your mere presence is a hindrance.”
“I can leave,” I muttered, attempting to turn away.
“No,” he growled, the sound low in his throat. “I want you to stay. Need you to stay.”
My eyes grew wide as he pulled me upright, his dark eyes boring into mine as he slid his hands around my waist. “Don’t be scared, my love.”
I shook my head. “I’m not scared,” I said breathlessly. Truthfully, I wasn’t. I was entranced… had been for the entire time I watched him work.
Yoongi reached around me and began loosening the ties of my dress, pressing his lips to the skin of my neck as he worked the strings loose. I sighed into his touch, trembling as he peeled the layer from my body, letting the fabric pool around my feet. He groaned at the sight of me just in my linen kirtle and corset. “Turn,” he ordered, and I spun. His nimble fingers worked at the knots keeping my corset together, skillfully undoing them the way he’d done so many times before. Yet I still shivered every time I felt his fingers touch my bare skin, trailing over my neck and shoulder as his other hand loosened the corset strings to the point where he was able to lift the piece of clothing over my head and toss it in the corner.
I spun around, becoming painfully aware of the fact that he was still fully dressed. I tugged at the hem of his tunic and he smirked as he pulled it off. “Impatient tonight, are we?”
Biting my lip in response, I fumbled with the ties at his trousers and yanked them down to his ankles, kissing down his torso as I did so. Yoongi groaned loudly as my tongue flicked out, tasting the skin of his creamy pale thighs. I lingered there, pressing the flat of my tongue against his skin, licking my way upwards. “Enough,” he grunted.
Smirking, I refused to listen, doing the same to his other thigh. He growled and grasped my hands, yanking me upright. “I said enough teasing.” I shivered, his husky voice going straight to my already dampening core. Yoongi reached down and grasped the hem of my kirtle, pulling it over my head in one swift move, making me gasp as the cool air hit my naked form. My nipples instantly hardened, and Yoongi sat back, devouring me with his eyes.
“You know, no matter how much I paint, you are still the most beautiful work of art I’ve ever seen.”
I felt a blush creep its way up my cheeks, and reached up to cover my face with my hands. Yoongi grabbed my wrists, pulling me so close I could feel his breath over my face. “None of that,” he murmured.
Yoongi led me to the bed in the corner and lay me down, nudging my thighs apart with a knee before he lay between my legs, his hard, throbbing length pressing against my folds. He rocked back and forth, the tip rubbing deliciously against my clit, and I cried out from the intense pleasure that shot through me.
He silenced me with a deep, passionate kiss, shoving his tongue into my cavern. I wrapped my lips around the muscle, sucking slightly, knowing it would drive him crazy. He let out an appreciative grunt and thrust his hips into mine, forcing a gasp from me.
He lifted his hips, the sudden loss of pressure making me whine, but he pressed a finger against my lips, shushing me. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Yoongi said, deftly flipping us over so I straddled him. He grasped my thighs and guided me to the point where my core sat right above his perfect, pink mouth. Lifting his head, he licked a strip from the bottom of my folds to my clit, eliciting a loud moan from me. I began panting as he continued his handiwork, skillfully tonguing at me from every delicious angle, finally shoving the muscle as deep as he could go, making me cry out. He went between that and sucking fervently at my clit, and I felt my thighs begin to tremble as he worked me to my breaking point. “Yoongi,” I gasped. “I’m gonna… I mean, I’m going to-”
He groaned at my words, the vibration going straight into my core and pushing me over the edge. I cried out, my moans whiny and loud, as I released onto his tongue, panting his name as I came down from my high. “Yoongi… Yoongi…”
Only letting me have a second to breath, Yoongi speedily flipped us over once more, lying between my legs and pressing his hard, thick length into me before I had time to figure out what was happening. I felt my muscles stretching to accommodate him, relishing in the way my walls clenched around him and made him squinch his eyes shut as he bottomed out. “Ready?” he asked, letting his facial features relax into a smile.
I nodded. Yoongi wasted no more time, thrusting in and out of me at an insanely fast pace, using one hand to hold my hips still and the other to tightly grip the round flesh of my ass. I knew there’d be bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow, but at this moment, I didn’t care if I wouldn’t be able to walk. All I knew is I wanted him, I wanted him from the second he picked up his brush, and finally our bodies were melding together as one.
“Harder,” I hissed, scraping my nails down his back.
He obliged, speeding up to a pounding pace. I could hardly breath or feel anything but him inside me, thrusting in and out, the sudden, intense pressure of him inside me coupled with that same pressure abruptly releasing giving me nothing but raw, acute pleasure. I felt the muscles around my core and the bottom of my spine tightening, preparing for a second release. Yoongi’s grunts were coming out loud and frequent, letting me know he too was close. “C’mon sweetheart, let me feel you,” he moaned, and that was all it took to send me over the edge once more, my muscles completely contracting around him as they shook, clenching and unclenching.
He kept going, pushing me through my high, sweat making the tips of his soft, dark hair damp. Finally, Yoongi let out a low, deep grunt and pushed deep into me. I could feel him twitching, releasing everything he had deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me, both of us trying hard to catch our breath as we came down.
After a moment, he pulled out of me and rolled over onto his side. Yoongi smirked as he panted, his face still shiny with perspiration. “Maybe I should let you watch me paint more often.”
You and hoseok laid there naked. There was the way that you felt in the pit of your stomach that made this more erratic. It felt like chaos was pumping into your veins as your eyes glassed over in want. Your breathing was ragged and paced. Your eyes were heavy and darted back and forth into Hoseok’s eyes not wanting to miss a moment of anything. You wanted to concentrate and take him all in, and literally.
Looking into his eyes was exhilarating. The way his hair was pushed back sexily as he looked back at you mirroring them same actions. His sexy eyebrows knitted together whenever he was trying to concentrate on something. Looking into his eyes was beautiful. You got lost into them, the passion evident more or so likely. You loved staring at him, as the passion you shared while taking in one another made you prone to kiss.
You kissed. And you kissed passionately. He bit your lip and then suck the skin there for the pain to ease. He found entrance into your mouth and the kiss got even more deeper. The fire igniting inside of you. It causing you to want to let go and not hold on to him, because it was hard when you had Jungkook behind you fucking you from the back.
Jungkook was directly behind you slowly going in and out of you, moaning at the way you felt inside and out. He had one hand underneath you the other on your hip pulling you to him as he pumped in and out of you. He tried his best not to disturb you and hoseok but it was hard when all he wanted was to kiss you too.
Jungkook kissed your neck slamming into you, him getting more aggressive. You broke the kiss with hoseok when you turned your head into Jungkook him catching your lips in the process. You moaned into his lips and your hands instantly went up to caress his perfect face.
As the kiss deepened you became close, hoseok kissing on the front of your body sexily and passsionatly. Him reaching down to play with your clit.
“mmmm uuhhh,” you moaned out.
Hoseok stopped and grabbed your face from Jungkook. He wanted at least part of you while Jungkook got the very best part of you.
For now.
He grabbed your face aggressively as the lust took over. He kissed your neck and it made you moan out, screaming out into an orgasm because Jungkook was fucking you and hoseok was kissing you.
You laid in the middle of them, all of you naked laying on your sides. Jungkook sliding in in out of you while hoseok was laying on his side in front of you kissing you sloppily and aggressively.
Hoseok was ready for his turn already and it made you want to hold out for him but it was hard. You weren’t coming because you could concentrate on just Jungkook. You wanted to come for him but then hoseok would distract you will his antics. It was also harder when hoseok was laying in front of you watching you, and anticipating for you to be fucked hard by him next.
you wanted him and he was making it hard for you as Jungkook made love to you kissing the back of your neck whispering dirty words to you while hoseok let and watched you in lust and frustration for Jungkook.
Jungkook’s hands were at your hips thrusting into you while hoseok had his hands at your waist drawing Circles into the skin there his erection pressed into your stomach and it made you want him more.
Hoseok eyes watched you as you kept moaning out for him to fuck you. “I will baby,” he breathed, him finding your clit again. You reacting from the sensation. You moaning as Jungkook fucked you good.
It wasn't enough to have him watch you so you went for Hoseok’s lips again he responded quickly and found his tough in your mouth again you held onto Hoseok for support and he grabbed you closer to him as possible without interrupting Jungkook fucking you.
With your boobs pressed up against his chest he moaned at the contact. He loved the feeling of your mounds against his chest, it felt better that way.
You found my hand down to his member and stroked the hard rod. Pre-cum was Oozing out of him and you took the time to spread it around the swollen head. He moaned at the contact of his most sensitive part.
He moaned into in your mouth.
"You so sexy," Jungkook whispered in your ear "I'm close," he pounded you slowly it was sexier that way as you made out with Hoseok an being fucked by him.
Pounding into you a little harder Jungkook came inside you kissing Your neck and became still his breathing still chaotic. His moans like a whine more than a grunt. He rode it out and then he finally stopped his cheast heaving up and down against you.
You were still actively kissing hoseok and you felt needy ass Jungkook stopped, so hoseok stopped and got up. Jungkook pulled out of you and you found him covered in your juices. His cock semi hard now.
"Turn around,” hoseok growled.
I turned around to face Jungkook and he still had that look of want for you in his eyes. His hair was pushed back and out his eyes, some of the strands sticking to his face from the work out he had just got.
He instantly left no time and came for your lips him getting what he was missing out from you as he came for you.
hoseok blatantly shoved to fingers inside of you it Oozing out Jungkook’s cum and my juices. By time he pulled his fingers out of you his hand became coated like a glazed donut. It turned him on to see me get fucked by Jungkook and now he was more than ready.
You wanted to concentrate and more importantly you wanted to cum.
Jungkook pulled you close to him and caressed your body in his arms the best way possible, and you found yourself up against him as hoseok took the time to kiss and caress you from the back both of them passionately kissing you in places all over your body.
Your breathing picked back up and you didn’t know where to kiss or who to kiss it was a big sweaty, dirty mess, but you loved the fuck out of it. It was fulfilling and great. The best of both worlds. Jungkook was more gentle while hoseok was more aggressive but not in a bad was a good way.
You settled down and Jungkook came back to your mouth and Hoseok place his pale fat cock at Your entrance. You anticipated as You concentrated on Jungkook. But then You sucked in air as he slid it inside of you. he had girth something he had over Jungkook he was wide and fat but both of them had large cocks anyways. What you were thinking was they just had a different feel.
You moaned into Jungkook the first couple of seconds before you got used to him, because you went from the fit of Jungkook to the fit of hoseok.
As jhope slowly went in in out of you trying to get your walls to forget Jungkook you moaned into Jungkook’s mouth him pulling you to him more. Once you got used to him he picked up the pace.
He bit down on your shoulder and you cried out. Jungkook looked at you and stopped kissing you and his hand went for your clit and fine-tuned the little bud and hoseok started pounding the fuck out of you. They both wanted you to cum, they were going to get you to fucking cum.
You cried out in pleasure as Hoseok took one of my arms behind my back and Jungkook kept flicking your clit. You gave him what he wanted and now he was giving you what you wanted, a release.
Hoseok’s hair started to stick to his head as he was determined to get you to cum and to hold out from cuming before you. It was a lot of work but he was managing. He had just been so excited to fuck you all he wanted to do was cum for you.
Jungkook on the other hand had gotten hard again and it was pressing into you.
Hoseok kept hitting your g spot and you were really fucking close now. You could feel it rising in the pit of your stomach all the way down deep into your core.
“cum for me baby,” jhope growled into your ear.
You were on edge and the whole room sounded of skin against skin. It smelled of sex, the three of you were covered in sweat. Hoseok grabbed your face aggressively and started to kiss you while Jungkook still played with your clit and sucked on your nipple.
All of that made you lose it and your whole world came crashing down on Hoseok’s cock. You came harder than you thought could be possible. You were breathing heavy as fuck and it was almost too much to bare. Jungkook kept riding your clit out and hoseok kept slamming into you.
He wanted to cum.
He grabbed your tits and squeezed it grunting, he kissed you gain and Jungkook finally stopped flicking your clit. He felt like it was already enough the way hoseok slammed into you.
With one last thrust you felt hoseok twitch and then his whole world came crashing down in you alongside Jungkook’s aftermath. His load filled you up mixing with Jungkook’s.
“Ahh fuck he growled into your neck, as he rode it out.
Jungkook laid out next to you.
Hoseok laid there still inside you.
You laid there no words were said, just heavy breathing, sweaty body’s, and a room that was load was now quiet, but still smell of sex.
Jungkook is ready to punch a hole through the soundproof walls of his studio. This is only the ninth time the single he's been working on has been denied completion.
It's so close, it's just missing that cherry on top-- and as much as he hates to say it, they're right.
It's a breakout track. Something to shock the fans and redefine his identity, his values. It's a grand unveiling of the real him. Raw, unfiltered and loud.
Just like that, he knows exactly what's missing-- or better yet, who.
--
"Again, from the top!" The choreographer shouts over the track that restarts while she paces her way back to the center.
You're all in formation, ready to take it from the top again.
You're drenched in sweat. The way your sweat glistens over your tanned skin under the studio lights with every sharp movement is a testament to your dedication.
While you're moving across the room with advanced technique, out of the corner of your eye, you notice that familiar frame. The same style, same aura that oozes dominance into any room he walks into.
Nevertheless, you shake yourself out of it and refocus on your dynamic execution until there's an interruption. Jeon Jungkook.
You can hear a few gasps carry over the music at his entrance. Presumably shocked that he'd be down here in the dance studio when he has his own recording room and a thousand other places to be.
Your boyfriend walks in politely, but he doesn't stop the group. He's a gentleman and waits. He leans against the mirror with crossed arms. At first, he watches the unity and chemistry of the group before they lock in on you.
You didn't have to look at him to know he was watching you. You can feel his stare burn holes through the layers of your skin until it ignites something bright and racy within you.
Once you're all through with this track and everyone is one kick away from dropping, a break is finally called. That's when you're beckoned over with a small gesture of his tattooed hand, and you're led out of the room.
"Hey," He says, not sure how to start this conversation.
"Hi," You're grinning like idiots while he leads you both to the elevator.
He waits patiently for the doors to close before he lands a sweet kiss on your lips, startling you.
"What was that for?" The only answer you're granted is a giggly shrug,
"Jus' missed you. I always miss you, even if we're in the same building."
"Your practice looked really good. Is that for the comeback?" He asks, leaning down to swipe his card to access the restricted upper levels where the bands' private studios are located.
"Yeah, we've just been piecing together some more choreo in case the showtimes get extended, and we have to do intros before you guys come out." He understands and signifies that with a nod.
The elevator shoots up god knows how many stories before it dings open.
His ringed fingers slink in between yours as he leads the way to his recording studio. He unlocks the door and holds it open for you as you talk, "How's your single going?"
It doesn't take super-hearing to catch the nervous inhale he takes at your question. He lets out a shaky breath, "Well, that's why I brought you here."
He goes on to explain his predicament. That long-lost treasure that's been taunting him all week. Never did you expect he'd conclude that the keys to the city are you.
"So you're saying you want me to moan into the mic?" It comes out so blank and disbelieving that it makes your boyfriend chuckle at your oblivion.
"Of course not, baby. I'm just going to make you cum so hard I get what I need, and you'll completely forget the mics are even there."
You thought the plan was flawed, you'll admit. You had little faith in his obscene scheme, but when has Jungkook ever failed to please you? Never, and now was no exception.
He has you bent over his lap with your panties tossed somewhere around the room and tears dripping onto the hardwood floors beneath you.
He's pistoning two fingers into your sopping cunt with an unforgiving speed. "aH- Fuck! Jungkook-" Your moans are utter perfection. How can someone sound so angelic yet sinful at the same time?
The wet squelch of your wet pussy was erotic and made your cheeks warm against the arm of the couch.
"Louder, baby, I can't hear you." He's getting into that headspace that he likes to visit from time to time.
The usually playful and sweet Jungkook was slowly but surely being eaten alive by a sadistic monster. The same one that made sure you always came with tears in your eyes, or you couldn't come at all.
He curls his fingers upwards, letting the pads of his fingers graze over the spongy roof of your core that had you seeing stars behind shut eyes.
"Hngh- Ah!" You practically scream out. It's moments like these you're glad he's the singer, because you know your throat is about to be royally fucked by tomorrow, both literally and figuratively.
"Jungkook, I'm-" You're interrupted by a resounding slap against the fat of your ass. Oh, how Jungkook loves your ass, so fat and round. Could stare at it all day, but he'll revisit that thought another time.
"Come for me, baby, let millions of people know who makes you feel this good." It's the low brass of his voice that renders you into pieces and makes you come undone.
Your orgasm rips through you with a blinding light. Your thighs shake, and you convulse at your center where Jungkook can feel you--and the sudden gush of fluid that shoots down the length of his fingers. Another stroke to his ego.
He lets you catch your breath while he fetches your underwear from somewhere and offers you your sweatpants from off the back of the sofa.
"W-was that good enough?" You're still a little winded, but Jungkook hears you. He cups your face gently and pulls you into a deeper kiss this time, one that lets your tongues dance too sensually to be considered professional for his workplace.
Then again, he just made you squirt in his studio, so.
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synopsis: It's your first time hearing your boyfriend sound so light and sweet in FYA, you need to hear it again, this time for yourself.
Content Warning: light dom/sub themes, reader is starving, fancams, that part of fya, reader is just shameless but jk is no better, hickeys, dry humping, a little edging, oral sex (m! receiving), so much teasing, riding.
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Today is a big day for your boyfriend and the rest of the group. Finally, their long-awaited album Arirang is here, and she's delivering everything she needed to.
You love the album. There's no possible way you could have picked a favourite amongst all the tracks. Even the unexpected silence of No.29 felt loud and powerful.
You made sure you had this day off weeks in advance, because it really is that serious. You'd been bouncing off the walls all month with bubbling anticipationg for the comeback, and your gatekeeping boyfriend refused to share even a snippet of the tracks with you before they were released.
You're sprawled out across your bed, sheets tossed as you failed to do anything but roll around and squeal during your first run through the album.
It's nearing late afternoon when the album is on its third loop, and you catch it.
Gimme that gasolineGimme that, make me fiendGimme that, make me sweatSomethin' I can't forget
Your ears perk, and you sit upright, fingers scrambling to rewind the previous ten seconds of FYA.
Somethin' I can't forget
Somethin' I can't forget
Somethin' I can't forget
"Oh, my god." You're exasperated and riddled with disbelief.
Your boyfriend just shamelessly whimpered into the mic.
This is a new sound for you if you're being honest. If anything, that's how Jungkook always made you sound when the two of you finally got your hands on each other.
He loved watching you come undone under his touch and jurisdiction, but now, this changes things. You've never considered flipping the script, but now you owe it to yourself to try.
It's disgraceful how quick you are to heat up at the thought of your handsome boyfriend being all pliant and good for you.
Oh, you can't wait for him to come home.
-
With a new sense of life, you whirled around the house with a breeze of cleanliness and ambition as you tidied the house from top to bottom.
In nothing but your skimpiest lingerie, of course.
It's while you're in the middle of organizing the last of the items on the coffee table that the sound of keys jingling rings in your ears.
The door opens and reveals your handsome boyfriend. He's a little tired, you can see it in his stiff expression and the weighted slope of his shoulders.
His voice is gentle and familiar when he announces his return, "Babe, I'm home."
But the moment he lays his eyes on you, it's as if the sight of you is an antidote for his heart. He's cured. There's an intense shock of energy that sparks within him and he can't help but let his take you in.
You're not sure how to describe the insidious look in his eyes as you walk over, intentionally swaying your hips, obviously.
"Congratulations on your comeback, baby. You guys did great." It's a reassuring statement. All Jungkook ever wanted to hear, really, but unfortunately, due to the circumstances, he can't quite make out any of the words coming out of your mouth.
His smoking brain is too busy watching your plump lips form so many sentences that he's not listening to.
His large palms find purchase just above the curve of your hips. Giving a light squeeze to your small waist that nearly fits in his hold, while your hands carefully interlock behind his nape.
"This is all for me?" He's flattered, truly, and about to be spoiled in ways he won't believe.
You give him the most innocent of nods, "Of course, Kook. I'll always be yours.
It's a miracle the two of you have managed to hold yourselves back as long as you have. With the desperate glances to each other's lips, and mischievously exchanged gazes, it was only a matter of time before one of you succumbed to the greater evil good.
Jungkook leans down to lock his lips with yours. Slow and directed, like he's steering the ship. Swim. You randomly remember, and it makes you smile into the kiss. You're just so proud of him, but God, you're so horny.
Your internal desires rapidly manifest on the outside as you pace the kiss to a speed that more effectively matches what you were looking for. Letting your hands move from behind his head and drape down to lie flat against his firm chest.
He's getting hot and bothered, and so are you. So, being the kind and considerate girlfriend you are, you help slide off his jacket, not caring for the way it puddles on the tiled floor; you'll pick it up later.
Jungkook starts walking you both deeper into the freshly set-up living room, his mouth never missing a beat as it works against yours, but you sink your teeth into his bottom lip, hard.
He hisses and pulls back with that look while he wipes at an aching lip with his thumb.
Usually, you'd back down from a look like that, but it only fueled you further. It challenged you to find out just how long it'll take to replace his intimidation with submission.
You feign an apologetic look that contradicts your gentle push to his chest, causing him to stumble back onto the couch. Sitting so pretty and looking up at you with a nearly dumbfounded look.
"Y/n.. What's gotten into you today?"
The way he adjusts himself in place, naturally, manspreading makes his lap look so inviting, and you just can't help yourself. Before you know it, you're sitting on your throne, making sure your core is brushing up against stiffened dick.
"Nothingg, can't I just want to make you feel good?" You flip your hair, baring your neck so virtuously, it makes him sick.
"Yeah, but-"
There's too much talking. Not enough whimpering.
You shut him up with a passionate kiss and a pair of your hips. The friction does wonders for both of you, and you're certain Jungkook can feel your wet core leaking onto his jeans.
It's the kind of kiss that leaves you both breathless, but he was quickly becoming intoxicated with this new identity you've taken on. Your kisses are as sweet as candy, and your cherry chapstick makes his head spin.
Your lips moved from his to his cheeks, then the soft skin along his neck, peppering light kisses that left Jungkook grinning slightly until he felt them morph into something a little harsher.
The light sting of your suctioned kisses, marking up the expanse of his neck, should alarm him. The group just had one of the biggest comebacks of their career. He knows his schedule is packed with shows and public appearances, yet he couldn't muster up the strength to stop you.
With the way you sensually licked a feline stripe from the base of his neck to the underside of his jaw-- there was no way in hell he was going to stop you.
"mmh--" A soft moan escaped from your lethargic boyfriend as he felt your hands begin to work at the buckle of his belt.
Any noise Jungkook makes is like a sound from heaven, but it's not exactly what you had in mind. It's close, but not quite.
Now he's much closer to where you need him to be. He's completely surrendered any reigns and authority he had going into this and gave it all to you.
His head is thrown back into the cushions of the sofa while you sucked his soul out of his body through the tip of his cock. The tip is swollen, red and angry at you for your constant teasing and denied release.
"B-baby, baby-- please, Hngg~" The precious golden maknae's voice is unrecognizable. No longer that smooth, buttery melodic chime that everyone is used to. It's hoarse, strained and exceptionally fucked.
SO close, but not quite.
You choose to ignore him and hollow your cheeks around his cock, taking him as deep as you could until you were physically unable to go any further.
There's a light hand tangled in your hair, not daring to push down in fear you'll deprive him of his recurring climax that's quickly building.
His shirt was torn off and tossed somewhere during the process, and you're glad since the contraction of his abs is a dead giveaway of how close he is (as if his sounds aren't).
"Yes, yes, god-- fuck, I'm so close, please baby-" It comes out bordering pathetic, and it almost makes you change your mind. Almost, but you're on a mission.
You pull off with a lewd pop, leaving his slobbered dick to stand tall, hard and neglected.
"No, no, no," Jungkook whines so light, so harmoniously. You'd love to have an album of all your boyfriend's prettiest noises.
You climb back into his lap, loosely gripping his dick and sliding it along your soaked folds. "You wanna cum, Kook?"
Of course, he does, and he makes sure to convey this sentiment with an eager nod of his head. Poor thing. His eyes are rose-tinted and brimming with tears.
He's always been such a pretty crier, you think to yourself. You discovered this twisted adoration for his tears when you watched a fancam a few years back, and he just looked so fragile.
Little did you know you'd finally have the opportunity to break him, and you're loving every minute of it.
"Let me hear you then." You punctuate your words with the guided intrusion of his cock through the warm border of your velvet folds, but nothing more.
You're still teasing, and Jungkook can't take it anymore.
"A-ahh, fuck!" His curses fall so preciously while he screws his eyes shut tight, focusing on his breathing and composure.
"Look at me." You direct, but he struggles. His thick lashes flutter briefly before they close once more.
"Alright, have it your—way!!" You slam your hips down to his without warning. His girth fills you right up, and stretches you open with the sweet burn you've been craving so much.
Jungkook's eyes shoot open in panic, but you don't care anymore. You're too busy chasing your own pleasure, rocking your hips so deliciously you're spacing out.
"Baby, Please, Can't-- Hnngh~ Fuck!" He's gasping breathlessly. He's whining, begging, and you can't even bring yourself to respond.
There it is.
Your chest swells with a momentary pride before the space is reposessed with nirvana as you come undone, your walls convulsing around Jungkook's throbbing dick, which is his ultimate undoing.
His head falls forward into your shoulder while he coats your walls with his hot cum.
The living room that was freshly tidied will need a deep cleaning and maybe a new couch if you're being honest. The room is filled with the airy breaths you both take to come down from your high.
"Y/n.." Jungkook starts, his voice magically restored to its usual bass and timbre. There's a clawed hand holding you by the back of the neck, gently, pulling you back to search your eyes for the defiance that just consumed you.
You have the audacity to stare back at him blankly as though nothing had happened.
Your boyfriend is confused, but he's sure he'll get his answers out of you some other time; all you have to say for right now is, "That was fya."
Content Warning: size kink, big dick! jungkook, teasing, reader is a little bratty, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, he doesn't fit >.<, brother's best friend, sm teasing, semi-public sex.
Flirting with Jungkook is fun, and as far as you were concerned, it's harmless too.
Although you can admit that you've been particularly indulging yourself, especially this weekend during your beach trip with your brother and his friends.
You only agreed to tag along since the UV down south was predicted to peak at 11, and you were in need of a tan.
"We're going to be gone for two days. It's a beach trip, are three bags really necessary?" Jungkook is already critiquing you as you hop into the passenger seat with all your things stuffed behind you.
Your luggage takes up all the remaining space in his car, leaving only enough room for the two of you, and nothing more than the boiling tension between you.
Jungkook has been on your ass since the day you met in your junior year, and he had just transferred to your high school for his senior year. Jungkook and your brother Jae have been inseparable ever since, and Jungkook made sure his presence was known any time he was around you.
Things started small for the first few years with lingering glances and playful touches, but once you both ventured off to different universities, you had time apart.
He locked himself in the gym, and you grew nicely into your features. Your hips rounded while your chest filled out, so you could imagine the heart attack Jungkook suffered his first time after not seeing you in a while.
The dynamic shift was felt on both sides. Suddenly fighting over controllers and being pinned under the biceps the size of your head isn't so innocent.
His gaze darkens any time he watches you bend over (purposely, of course) to look for something in the fridge.
Jungkook has just been looking so good these days, you can't help yourself.
"Sorry, Koo. Didn't mean to take up all that space." Your freshly manicured palm rests against his bare bicep, and his grip on the wheel tightens ever so slightly.
You and Jungkook follow behind Jae's car with the rest of his friends riding with him. You make sure the cool air is blasting from the vents while a soft pop song plays on the radio.
Enjoying the refreshing cold wind on your skin, you think about how Jae's car must feel like hell right now. You're the only person who knows of the broken AC in your brother's car, so of course, you switched vehicles the second you heard Jungkook would also be driving.
"AC on full blast is a little excessive, don't you think?" Jungkook reaches for the knob, but your hand stops his, not moving it, just holding it in place.
He swallows thickly, and his fingers falter before they retreat to the wheel. You win, you always do.
-
The day was packed with warm water, juicy fruits, sandy toes and crushed beer cans.
You'd really been enjoying yourself, eating candy with your mouth and eyes as you watched Jungkook play volleyball with the others. His sculpted pecs bounce with every bump of the ball.
Your eyes trailed down the washboard abs all the way to his toned Apollo belt that made you wonder just what exactly those blue swim-trunks were hiding. You wanted to know its secrets.
You squint, and you notice it for the first time. The bulge under his shorts, the heavy and abnormally large imprint of his dick along the length of his inner thigh.
Holy shit.
Jungkook has a monster cock, and you have no idea how to process that information without slutting yourself out.
At first, Jungkook thought you were acting a little funny for the rest of the evening. There were no sly remarks from you, no flirtatious teasing, and you would barely look at him.
Even when it came time to pack up and head to the beach house you'd all rented for the weekend, Jungkook couldn't find you.
"You guys seen Y/n?" Jungkook asks the rest of the group when someone mentioned you'd said you were off to change a while ago.
It's late. The sun set long ago, and the ocean has cooled substantially. He's sure your group is the last one left on the beach, but he knocks on the women's changeroom door first anyway.
No sound bounces back to him, so he deems it safe to enter.
It was, in fact, not safe.
He had no expectation of seeing you, bottomless, while you presumably searched for your clothes in your bag.
The funny thing is, you don't scream, not even a gasp escapes you at Jungkook's intrusion. All you can muster is a half-grin.
"What's the problem, Koo? Never seen pussy before?" Your precious smile is flashed as you lean over the counter to
There's a loud huff of air that escapes his nostrils, and his shoulders drop. He thinks carefully about what he's about to do, but he's sick of the games, tired of the teasing. He wants to win.
His strides are long and so confident you're caught off-guard when you're swept off the ground and slammed down onto the sink counter.
"You done talking shit?" It's a rhetorical question, one Jungkook didn't like you responding to anyway, "Well, actually-"
He kisses you silently. Mouths working against each other in such a way that couldn't be heard or expected.
You try to take the lead, draping your arms behind his broad back that you shamelessly curled your nails into. He grows into your mouth, and it sends an electric shock through you.
Distracting you just long enough for Jungkook to lean his kisses into the side of your neck, leaving you covered in blooming hickeys.
"Ngh~ Jungkook, Jae's gonna f-freak," You moan pathetically as his tongue licks over his work like an artist admiring their masterpiece.
"I can fight." Is his only retort before he begins working at the belt secured around his waist and you panic, hands reaching to stop him.
"Wait!" It comes out like a squeak, and Jungkook smiles. So cute.
"What? What's wrong?" His brows furrow in concern, and his hands slow their ministrations.
"I know your dick is like- huge. It won't fit." His grin doesn't reassure you. He only pecks your lips, which helps.
His pants come off with his briefs, and you were right.
"Where's my little tease gone? Scared of some dick, baby? Are you?" With every word, the tone comes out like a mockery, and your lip starts to quiver.
"There's no need to worry, I'll make sure it fits. Mould you into my perfect little cocksleeve." He purs right along the side of your ear, and you noticeably shiver.
Fast forward twenty minutes and eight inches later, your poor pussy is stuffed full, but you still weren't done.
Your chest is smushed against the cold stone of the counter while drool dribbles from the corner of your lips with every intruding inch.
"Fuckin' hell, baby. You might've been right. This cunt might not be able to take it." Jungkook is concentrated. His thumb gently works over your clit in delicate circles to help loosen you up, but your nerves are just wound so tight.
"P-please-- Want it. Feels so good." You're completely fucked out. Jungkook thought having made you cum around his fingers first would have been enough, but you're just so small.
The way his entire body covers yours; his thumb and pinky fingers able to reach from one end to the other of your lower back while he rolls into you.
The hot pain has emulsified with sweet pleasure, and you're not sure how much more you can take. You can feel him so deep in your guts, his tip hitting spots in you that you didn't know could be reached.
"Gonna have to stretch you out all weekend, babe," Jungkook says it so casually, as if this were going to be an everyday thing for the two of you.
"N-no! Can't- won't be able to take-" If you're being honest, you're not too sure what you're saying or why. This is the best dicking down you've ever had.
He's offended by your empty objections, and it causes his hips to spasm. He juts into you sharply, just once, and you nearly scream. "Jungkook! Fuck-- please! M'gonna-"
With one big hand on the curve of your waist, he moves your hair to the side, exposing his previous attacks to your neck.
"Admit it, Y/n. You love this. Love struggling under me, love the feeling of my cock splittin' you in half don't ya?"
You can't even respond. Your mind is hooked on the sensation of his warm breath fanning against your neck, and when you're not expecting it, he fits in the last inch. Every square inch of your cunt is filled and stretched wide to the shape of him.
"Go on, cum for me, baby." That's all it takes for you to dive into the deep end of ecstacy and your eyes roll to the back of your head while stars cloud your vision.
Jungkook helps you clean up, much more gentle than he was just a few moments ago.
"Why were you looking for me anyway?" Your question comes out with a hint of attitude that Jungkook ignored for now.
"You're my passenger. It's my responsibility to make sure that cute ass is in my passenger seat and not missing when we leave." There's a short pinch on your butt cheek that causes you to yelp.
synopsis: After a bad break up with your boyfriend, you're fuming in your uber back to your place but the driver is just too cute to ignore.
content warning: this one's nothing too crazyy, car sex, mentions of cheating, big dick! jungkook, making out, semi-public sex (they're in a parking lot), riding, unprotected sex.
a/n: 'call your fuckin' uber!!! yo uber outside!!' sorry, I just can't help but giggle every time I see this comment on tiktok so now I wrote about it lmaoo
'The City Never Sleeps' is a common saying that becomes more and more true when you spend your nights driving strangers around from point A to point B for all kinds of reasons.
Whether they're too lazy to take the bus, too drunk to drive, carrying luggage-- you know, the works.
Jungkook hasn't been doing this Uber thing for long, just using it as a side hustle to rake in some extra cash to save up for his next place. However, it doesn't take long to see a lot in this profession.
He thought he'd seen it all, from black-out drunks to the birth of a baby that almost happened in his backseat.
Jungkook has never been caught in the middle of whatever the hell this was.
You're stomping your way down the steps of the townhouse in just a fuzzy pink bathrobe and some slippers.
He tried not to look, in case you weren't the one who called him. He faced forward over the dashboard, but as you got closer, he faced you through the passenger window.
Your fists are balled, eyebrows knitted together, and you look like you could tear bedrock apart with your bare hands. You must be furious.
You give a harsh tug to the car door, and it nearly flies off its hinges, but the slam when you close it is even louder. Jungkook jolts, startled and a little afraid, if he's being honest.
It's unusual for riders to sit in the passenger seat when they're the only ones riding, but he doesn't dare question it. He kept his car clean in all spaces for moments like these.
The ride starts quietly. The only sound filling the tense silence is the muted hum of the engine as the car rolls smoothly along the streets. It's only now that Jungkook realizes your destination is an hour away.
No wonder the payout was so high; he just clicked the first button he saw to secure it without thinking.
It's three in the morning, and he's certainly going to regret this when he gets home.
He drags a hand down his long face with a sigh of defeat.
"What's your problem?" You snap a question at him, and his eyes widen instantly, not expecting you to talk to him at any point during the ride.
"Who me? Nothing." It comes out quick and almost defensive, but it feels necessary from your critical tone.
"So what's got you breathing so heavy then?" Your arms fold humourlessly, but it's hard to take anyone seriously in a bathrobe.
Jungkook isn't panicking per se; he's just in uncharted territory, and he's afraid one wrong step will have you reaching for the wheel and sentence you both to an untimely demise.
"I-" He's about to speak up when your phone rings and saves his life in the process.
Jungkook doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but it's kind of impossible not to when you're practically shouting at the poor sucker on the other end of the line, and he's trapped in the same space as you.
"Save your sorry ass lies and apologies. Why don't you go tell that bitch how sorry you are? Maybe she'll give a fuck!" Your phone is in a suffocating grip in the palm of your shaking hands.
A breakup. Jungkook concludes. A messy one.
Ah, that explains your attire. You probably saw or heard something and left immediately without a second thought.
Before he knows it, the call ends on your terms with a swift hang-up, and he could hear it had cut off the other person.
"Asshole." You sputter, tucking your phone into the convenient pocket of the comfortable loungewear.
"Have you ever cheated on your girlfriend-- or boyfriend?" The readjustment comes quickly and cautiously, as you didn't want to be simple-minded.
Jungkook's throat clears, and he straightens up ever so slightly in his seat and your not-so-out-of-the-blue query.
"I don't have a girlfriend at the moment. I've never cheated in the past, and I don't plan on it." He seems pretty sincere and genuine, but he's still a man, so you take it with a grain of salt.
"You don't have a girlfriend?" It comes out more unbelievable than it was supposed to. The paralanguage does a two-step over the line dividing flattery and offence.
"Yeah-- why'd you say it like that?" He glances over to you as the car stalls at a red light. There's a slightly comical expression that graces his features, unsure how to take in your statement.
"I'm just shocked. I assumed someone who looks like you would've been off the market." Jungkook can't hold in his snort of laughter at your bold assumptions. He's certain this will turn out to be the most interesting ride of the year.
"No, seriously, what's your deal? You must be a control freak-- or a killer? Oh my god, are you a serial killer?" You tease him while pretending to reach for the handle of the door to escape.
Jungkook can't help but laugh, even though he's having a hard time connecting this colourfully comedic character to the ball of fury you'd just been minutes ago.
"I don't think I'm controlling, and the last time I checked, killing one person doesn't make you a serial killer." Jungkook doesn't turn to face you. He only side eyes you and notices the way your body stiffens at the latter.
The atmosphere freezes with tension and fear. Suddenly, the red street light lit up his features devilishly. Are you really sharing a space with a killer--
The light turns green just as he breaks into a smile.
He got you pretty good; you'll give him that.
"That's too bad, I would've asked you to add my ex-boyfriend to your hit list." It's a morbid joke, but Jungkook catches it with ease and smiles despite the fact that he's sure you're being serious.
"His loss." It's not mumbled under his breath with hidden intentions like your pathetic ex always did. He said it clearly and with his chest.
"You say that now, but you'd probably end up calling me crazy down the line, too." It rolls off your tongue before you can catch it, but Jungkook feeds into the impulsive discussion anyway.
"Yeah? And why would I do that? What makes you think you're crazy?"
Your eyes give you away before the mischievous smile does.
"Pull over, and I'll show you. "
--
You're not too sure where you are right now. Had Jungkook turned out to be a serial killer, he'd driven you to a perfect spot to do his deed.
A dark, empty industrial parking lot far out of sight from the main roads. His Mercedes is innocently tucked away in a corner of the vacant parking garage when everything taking place on the inside was anything but.
Jungkook is a long way from home, but even further from his sanity as he guides your dripping cunt down onto his cock for the first time.
"O-oh fuck!" His size makes you squeak as it crowds your insides. You desperately brace your hands on the strong plateaus of his bare chest.
Jungkook focuses on his breathing, trying to give you a moment to adjust as he can visibly see you're struggling to accommodate him, but he's having a hard time.
Your pussy is just so warm, and the twisted face you're making is so endearing to him. He just wants to hold you like this forever.
"Whenever you're ready, just let me know, and we can go slow, okay?" With a natural charm, Jungkook tucks a stray curl behind your ear as he waits for your signal.
"Okay- wait. I don't think I ever got your name." Your pitch goes up a little at the end to signify it's more of a question rather than a statement.
"I'm Jungkook, but you can call me- f-fuck, whatever you want," It comes out grovelled between gritted teeth as you begin to rock your hips to your own rhythm.
"You feel so good, s-so much better than him," You whine while you try to keep your head up straight. Meanwhile, your eyes are heavy-lidded, and your nervous system is overridden with lust.
Your words deliver a metaphysical stroke to Jungkook's ego, and it swells his pride. "Yeah? Your ex couldn't make you feel this good?"
He's losing himself in his own pleasure, and getting carried away as his big hands plant themselves on the fat of your ass and guide your hips up and down the slick length of his cock.
With a frantic shake of your head, you give him the answer he's looking for. "What was that? I can't hear you-"
You didn't want to repeat it, not that you had anything against it--it was the truth after all. You simply didn't have the power to speak at the moment.
You're certain that if you rested a hand against your lower belly, you'd be able to feel the bulge of his dick. So you focus the last of your energy on kissing him instead.
Your lips lock together as if they were fated to do so from the beginning of time. Everything about Jungkook is intoxicating. His doe-like, pleading eyes with his shaggy brown hair that stuck to the sheen layer of sweat on his forehead.
The car windows are opaque with condensation, blurring the outside world from the sin that consumed you on the inside.
Jungkook breaks away from the heated kiss when he feels your velvety walls begin to spasm around him; clenching and convulsing in a way that had his mind spinning.
"Can't get enough of this fuckin' pussy. You gonna let me see you again after this, huh?" It comes out gruff and strained as Jungkook's climax chases after him, but he's focused on you first.
Your tits are practically bouncing out of the confines of your lacy bra, one of the few things you were wearing under the robe, and Jungkook just can't help himself but to grab hold of one of your tits. He darts his tongue around your nipple, bringing you a one-way ticket to heaven.
"Yes- hngh, please! F-fuck yes! M'all yours." Jungkook's tongue proudly laps over the bruise he left near your areola before landing a gentle hit to the fatty flesh of your mound.
"Yeah? This pussy's all mine? You promise?" His hips begin to stutter as the obscene squelch of your cunt fills his ears, overwhelmed. He reaches down to circle your clit with his thumb, and it sends you lurching into an indulgent bliss.
"Yes, Jungkook! Promise!" You come with a squeal of his name as your fluids leave a hot and shiny coating along the throbbing cock that continues to impale you until Jungkook climaxes.
"Holy shit," You gasp, breathless, leaning against the back of the passenger seat behind you. Meanwhile, Jungkook is unaware of how seductive he looks right now.
His hair is effortlessly tousled, and his lips are red, plump and bitten up from your spirited make-outs. He's still biting them unconsciously while he eyes you up slowly, as if thinking about getting another round out of you.
"You fuck all your riders like that, Jungkook?" You ask, tucking your tits back into their rightful place, about to crawl off his lap, but he holds you in place with a smug shake of his head.
"Only the ones that ride me."
You're not sure why the statement makes you blush profusely when you'd just let him split you open on his dick, but it does.
"Well, my place isn't too far from here. Don't worry, I'll give you five stars." There's a microscopic pang that touches your heart as you discuss what would be the end of this whirlwind of a journey.
"It's only--" Jungkook glances at his watch, "four fifteen in the morning. Technically, the day's just starting. Let me get you something to eat, I insist. You must be starving after all that uh, exercise."
He's a little flustered, but you find it adorable. How could you turn down such an offer?
"If you insist." You lean forward, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek.
"I'll make sure to tip well. It's only fair after you gave me some earlier." The dirty joke almost goes over Jungkook's head, but you punctuated it with one last squeeze around his softened dick.
Oh.
"You're gonna be trouble for me, aren't you?" He asks as he watches you climb off his lap and get your belongings together.
Your shoulders shrug casually as you flash him a loony grin, "I tried to warn you".
