You must have been mad. That was the only reason for it. Not in your right mind, to let what happen, happen… It was diabolical, absurd, preposterous, farcical even. You name it, that was what it was.

You blamed it on the day you had. It had been horrendous. You had been practically humiliated by a guy at your workplace – who you thought liked you back, but it turned out he was only after one thing… Brazenly asking him on a date in front of some of your work colleagues turned out to be a bad idea. You had been so adamant that he wanted to date you, flirting at every chance he got with you, but as you were to find out, he just wanted a quick hook up. He had practically laughed in your face at the idea of going out for a bite to eat, but salivated at the idea of going back to his to watch a ‘movie’.

Of course, you had refused— he was a slime ball, but it still didn’t make the dent in your ego any better, or the tingling in your still red cheeks every time you thought about it. You didn’t even want to think about tomorrow when you had to see him again. With any luck, maybe he would fall off his bike on his way to work. So, with a heavy heart and your self-esteem bashed, you made it home.

You shared an apartment with your friend Taehyung. You both met at your first year of college, and living together just seemed like a good idea. It worked, seeing as you were still living together nearly two years on, in your third year already. He was like your brother, and you shared the same friends, although there was always one that was with him constantly — Jimin. They were like conjoined twins, always together, always giggling, always messing around. It came to no surprise that when you put your key through the door and pushed it open, they were both there, on the sofa, laughing away.

“Oh! Y/N! You’re just in time,” Taehyung called, watching you put your bag and coat over the stand by the door. “We’re just about to watch a movie. Change and hurry up!”

You grumbled out a greeting, before walking towards the door that lead into the hallway. “I think I’m just gonna have an early night, it’s been a rough day.”

“Aw, c’mon!” Jimin pleaded, turning to face you, his bottom lip pouting at you. “Jungkook’s cooking pizza in the oven. You know you want some…”

Jungkook. Jungkook was here too? What a surprise. He seemed to be a new member to the ‘family’ lately. He was a couple of years younger than you guys, and god knows where they met him… something about a frat party… who knew. Honestly, you blamed Taehyung. He could make friends with an inanimate object if he wanted to. Not that you were complaining much, Jungkook was nice… you guessed. You didn’t really have much of an opinion, but you seemed to get along with whoever Taehyung brought to the house anyway, so he wasn’t all that bad in the few months you’d known him. He was cute, if you really thought about it, his dark hair falling over his eyes, and his thin lips revealing his teeth when he smiled at you, slightly shy and quiet.

You knew why that was… Jungkook had a crush on you. If it wasn’t obvious to yourself, Taehyung and Jimin had teased you about it and so many times before, and you dreaded to think how many times they teased him too. It was a wonder how the poor boy still had it in him to look you in the eye. However, it was a harmless crush. It would go away, like childish crushes did and he could become another brother like figure to you.

“Hmm,” you pondered for a moment, pausing— pizza did sound good right about now. “Okay then— don’t start the movie without me! I’ll be five minutes, ten tops!” You pointed a finger at them, before turning to dash to your room.

“That’s my girl!” Taehyung yelled after you, and you smiled to yourself as you grabbed your sweats from the chair beside your bed.

You could smell the pizza cooking, the kitchen only a metre opposite your room. Maybe that was your first mistake… You were too preoccupied with taking your shirt off and rushing for the film, your mind still on Mr. Slime ball from earlier to realise you’d left your door open, and by the time you’d processed Jimin’s voice shout from the living room, it was too late. It all sort of happened in slow motion.

“Jungkook! Y/N’s come back, ask her what she wants to drink!”

Maybe Jimin thought that he would’ve just called from his place in the kitchen, or maybe Jungkook just hadn’t thought you’d be in your room changing— especially with your door open, but as you tuned around, your shirt buttons undone and the each side of the fabric in each hand, pulled across your chest, revealing your bare abdomen and clothed cladded breasts, hidden by a bright blue bra, that cut just above the nipple, you saw Jungkook in the threshold staring at you open mouthed.

He looked as if he had been about to say something, probably about the drink situation, but it seemed to have got caught in his throat as soon as he caught you changing. Once he saw you’d noticed, he turned a bright Fuchsia, fumbling on his feet and reaching for the doorknob to close it behind him, his eyes automatically looking at his feet, before— as if you were a magnet, he looked back up. He couldn’t help himself and his eyes darted around your chest, before landing to your own eyes.

You should have just told him to leave right there and then. Chucked something at him, to throw him out of his daze, but for some stupid, absurd reason, you continued to strip, pushing the shirt off your shoulders slowly, and dragging it down your back, before letting it fall off, bouncing down the curve of your ass, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. You couldn’t explain why. You had to blame it on the hard day. There was no other reasoning for it.

He gulped visibly, his eyes falling to your chest again. He looked guilty, as if he shouldn’t be there, watching you undress and you saw his vision flicker behind him for a moment, watching out for any movement from the living room, but then he heard you unzip your fly. The noise sounded extremely loud in your ears for what it was, and his eyes fell on you once again, following the motion of your hands.

You knew the hit to your ego was fuelling your actions. Here, was a boy who was watching you as if you were a goddess. His cheeks tinged a lighter pink than what they were, now that he had gotten used to the situation and knew you were playing along. His eyes were wide as he watched you push your jeans over your ass, revealing your matching underwear. He had a crush on you— he wanted you. You didn’t know how; romantically, sexually— whatever he wanted, whatever he imagined, you liked the idea. Forgetting the contradictory of your deed. You had scorned a work colleague for only wanting one thing from you, but here you were, getting off on someone else doing exactly the same thing.

It didn’t seem like it though. The way Jungkook looked at you… It was like no other way a man had ever done before. He was mesmerised by you, intoxicated. It wasn’t any girl he wanted— it was you, and his hand clutched the doorknob as you slid your jeans down your legs, kicking them off where you stood, practically naked in front of him, as you kept your gaze on his face, watching the way he frowned in confusion, shaking his head a little, as he questioned what the hell he was doing, the sound of exclamation falling out of his turned up mouth.

However, it got caught on his tongue once he saw you reach behind yourself and unclasp your bra, turning your body so he could see the expanse of your back and ass. You were actually about to do this— about to remove the blue fabric that concealed your breasts and Jungkook wasn’t doing a darn thing about it, just watching you with bated breath, as if he was glued to the spot.

The straps fell down your shoulders, and then you reached in front of you, turning back to face him, about to peel it off, but then –

“JUNGKOOK! Did you go all the way to Italy for those goddamn pizzas? What’s taking you so long and did you ask Y/N what she wanted to drink?”

Taehyung’s voice rang through the hallway all the way from his seat on the sofa and both you and Jungkook jumped, his head twisting around to see if anyone was behind him. The coast was clear there… but it seemed to knock you both out of your daze. You quickly covered your chest, holding the thin material to you as Jungkook cleared his throat and shouted back.

“Y-YEAH, they’re ready! I won’t be minute!”

His voice sounded choked, like his breath had been forced to a halt, and he took one last look at your face, his gaze wavering to your body for a split second before he was running off, back in the direction of the kitchen, shutting the door behind him— tight.

Once he was gone, you turned around to face your bed, holding your palms flat down on the comforter as you leaned down, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves, ignoring the mild tingle down between your thighs and the way your bra slid all the way down your arms.

It took you a while to calm down, fanning down the redness of your face with your hand as you quickly tugged the bra off and threw on a t-shirt, quickly followed by your sweats, taking one look at yourself in the mirror and feeling shame wash through you. What the hell was that? What could possibly explain your thought process for that? You couldn’t go out there now and share pizza and watch a movie… but you needed to save face… Maybe it would all be forgotten if you just pretended nothing ever happened… Jungkook would never tell anyone, right? He’d never tell Taehyung and Jimin…? You shook your head, you were being stupid, your nerves shot from the disaster of a day you’d had. Of course, he would never tell anyone. So, you padded your way back into the living room…

Jungkook was in the chair next to the sofa, where the only gap was next to him, the arms of each seat touching each other, seeing as Jimin and Taehyung were sat next to each other on the other side. You couldn’t sit in that gap, and you made your way to the middle of the sofa, pushing Taehyung by the shoulders to move him, so you could fit in the middle of both of them; Taehyung now next to Jungkook on the chair. You avoided eye contact with him like the plague, ignoring Taehyung’s whines as he lifted his legs up to sit on.

“Aw, Y/N! I was comfy!”

“I get a better view from here,” you shrugged, sitting down, letting your feet press against the cold of the wooden floor. “After the day I’ve had— I need it.”

You didn’t want to mention anything, but you needed to sort of explain yourself in front of Jungkook. Maybe he’d understand your reasoning for that, then.

“I-I got you water,” Jungkook suddenly spoke at you, holding out a glass in your direction. “I didn’t get a chance to ask you…”

His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, his eyes not meeting yours as you took the glass with a mumbled thanks. No way in hell were you looking at him as well. You took a sip before Taehyung spoke again.

“Why? What happened to you?”

It took you a moment to remember what he was referring to and then you hummed in acknowledgment, setting your water down on the coffee table. “I asked Hyojong out and he basically laughed in my face. It was mortifying. He just wanted to hook up with me!”

“Aw, poor baby,” Jimin teased, like he was trying to soothe a baby and you pushed him with both arms.

“That’s why you should go for a real man,” Taehyung grinned and you didn’t miss the look him and Jimin shared with each other, before both looking across at Jungkook.

You wanted to kill them. They were teasing him in public — and after what had just happened. It was the only saving grace that when you curiously looked over at him, he was too preoccupied with his phone and hadn’t noticed.

You gave both Taehyung and Jimin a warning glance, before reaching for a slice of pizza on the table. Taehyung followed you and took one look at it, groaning in annoyance.

“I thought you said it wouldn’t be burnt? What the hell were you doing in the kitchen the whole time?”

You heard Jungkook stutter before you saw it, looking up worried as you wondered what he was going to stay, catching his eyes that looked at you, darting around as he tried to think of an excuse that didn’t go along the lines of ‘I was in Y/N’s room watching her change.’

“Leave him alone, Tae! It’s super easy to burn pizza y’know. We should have just got takeout or something,” Jimin murmured, grabbing a slice too and beginning to eat.

You silently sighed in relief at Jimin’s invasion, your back pressing against the sofa as you prepared to relax for the movie. Only relaxed was what you weren’t. Especially at one in the morning, when Jimin and Jungkook had left, Taehyung was in his room and you were in bed trying to get to sleep.

It was impossible. You just couldn’t get the thoughts of earlier with Jungkook out of your brain. Under all the embarrassment, there was a deep-seated arousal that you daren’t admit. It made you feel dirty, but you couldn’t deny it had turned you on. It still turned you on, if the heat in your core was anything to go by. Which was strange, considering you weren’t even attracted to him. You mean— yes, he was cute, like you’d said, but that was it. There wasn’t some need to jump his bones every time you saw him. There wasn’t a moment you thought oh wow, was that boy is so sexy. He was younger than you, and that made him impossible to look at like that. He was too cute, too inexperienced in your eyes— even if he wasn’t.

However, you couldn’t ignore what you were feeling… The way he had looked at you like you held all the answers to the worlds secrets. It was hot, it was empowering, and deep down you wondered what would have happened if Taehyung hadn’t interrupted you guys…? Your resolve was slipping…

Your resolve slipped even more three days later when you answered the door to him late on Wednesday night. You tried to hide the panic in your eyes as you met with him, very aware that he had been on your mind since that night, but you faltered and stared just behind his head instead, hoping to play it off. It was the first time you’d been alone since, and you felt your chest tighten. He was standing with his arms flat to his sides, black sweats and a white t-shirt on, if you dared yourself to look further— which of course you did.

“H-Hey, Tae’s in his room. Knock loud though, he’s blasting the shittiest music I’ve ever heard,” you stammered at first, trying to make a light-hearted joke amongst the awkwardness you felt in the air.

“I didn’t come here to see Taehyung.” He answered flat out, and you finally looked into his face to be met with a hard stare as he chewed the inside of his cheek.

“W-Wha—

Before could ask anything else, he pushed his way in and made his way deeper into the living area, leaving you standing by the open door flabbergasted.

“Why?” You asked quietly, when he made no attempt to explain himself.

“WHY?” He half shouted, turning around. “Why?! You tell me!” He repeated, although his voice was lower now.

“Shut up!” You hissed in a hushed whisper, making sure to close the door as silently as possible. You weren’t lying when you said Taehyung was blasting music, but you still didn’t want him to hear what was happening. You would be never able to explain it.

Jungkook looked mad as you made your way towards him, his cheeks red and patchy as he looked at you with dark eyes. You had never seen him like this before— obviously and you felt your stomach flip a little in the knowledge that he was going to make you explain your previous actions.

Instead you went for something totally different.

“I don’t know what you’re on about.”

“Bullshit!” He accused, meeting the distance between you two hastily, as even more words flew out. “What do you call stripping in front of me then?”

“I didn’t strip in front of you!” You exclaimed, ignoring the burning in your cheeks at his frank way of words. “YOU were the one who didn’t leave and watched me!”

You tried to keep your voice hushed, but it was hard when he was accusing you, and as soon as you saw him stifle a bitter laugh, you saw red.

“I’m not talking about this with you!” You tried to walk past him to the hallway, but he wouldn’t let you pass.

“Well, you’re gonna have to because I can’t stop thinking about it!” He blurted out, his whole face red now as he looked you in the eyes. “I just need to know— were you playing with me or not?”

His voice was softer now, and he sounded tormented, as if his thoughts had truly messed him up. You frowned at him, feeling sorry for the crazed look in his eyes. You had probably caused that.

“Fine!” You gave in, “you really want to talk about it? Come with me to my room — and you better be quiet if you know what’s good for you!” You warned, turning back to look at him as you made your way down the hallway, watching him nod and follow you, his face still tense as he licked his bottom lip.

“I don’t want Taehyung to hear.” You continued when you entered, closing the door as he made his way in, the room practically vibrating from the booming of his music.

“What, and I do? Anyway, I don’t think we have a problem with that, do you?” He asked, arching an eyebrow as he winced slightly from the boom. “How do you cope with that every day?”

His question caught you off guard, all anger and annoyance out of his tone now, and you shrugged, sitting on the edge of your bed. “That’s why I was in the living room.”

He hummed, awkwardly standing in front of you and flattened his hair. It was in his eyes tonight again, and you noticed the way he gulped, his eyes darting around the room nervously. Was he remembering what went on before? Probably and you suddenly felt bare, pressing your hoody closer to your body. This was wrong on so many levels.

“So?” He pressed, looking at you now, although you noticed it took him everything he had, his face twitching as he tried to hold it.

“I-I… don’t know,” you began, unsure of what to say. You had no explanation.

“Did you do it to mess with me?” He continued, his words rushed as he tapped his foot for an answer.

“No, it’s not that—

“Because I know you know that I like you. I have a crush on you— THERE I said it. Happy now? And now I can’t get the stupid view of you out of my head. I mean it’s not stupid— it was nice… too nice… I think I’m going mad…” he babbled, practically ripping his hair out.

“Jungkook — please be quiet, Tae will hear you,” you begged, trying to stop this now, even though his words were making your head spin. The attention sending a jolt of pleasure to your stomach, stirring something… something that had first reared its ugly head three days ago.

“I don’t care anymore!” He burst. “I think I’m going crazy. Like, did I imagine what happened? Did it actually happen? Please tell me it did— because you seem mighty fine and not bothered, if it did.”  

“I am bothered, okay?” You reassured him. He was spiralling and you watched him look at you questioningly. “I don’t know why it happened. I have no answers. I wasn’t playing with you though.”

“D-Did you like it?” He asked, his voice a whisper, and you clenched your jaw, not wanting to answer, because deep down you knew you had.

“Because I did… like… I didn’t burn the pizzas cos I was watching you… I burnt them because I was in the kitchen trying to make my raging boner get down.”

You gawped at him, feeling all the blood rush to your brain. Everything was fuzzy, everything was on fire.

“I apologise for being vulgar, but every time I think about it, I lose myself a little bit more.” He snipped, taking a step back, embarrassed by his honesty.

Without thinking your eyes trailed to his crotch, curiosity washing over you. He had gotten turned on by that show. He had liked it, and couldn’t stop thinking about it? You felt something flip inside of you and before you knew it, you were in front of him, grasping his waist and turning him around. He moved easily, not realising what you were doing at first and then he gasped when you pushed him to sit down on the bed, kneeling in front of him.

“W-What are you doing?” He fumbled, looking down at you.

You were possessed. That was the only explanation, but you couldn’t help the feeling of joy that spread through your veins at his words… he liked you, had a crush on you… his actions… he’d been turned on… and now you were lost to the world.

“You want this, don’t you?” You asked, your hands lying flat against the top of thighs. “This is what you wanted?”

“Y-Yeah — I mean, not like this…. I mean— argh,” his voice broke off once he felt you begin to rub at his crotch, feeling his once flaccid dick begin to harden under your touch. This idiot wasn’t even wearing any underwear and you silently cursed him.

He quickly shut up, watching you with eager and confused eyes as your carried on palming him, your hands gliding up to his waistband before you pulled down harshly, Jungkook lifting up so they fell down, resting on the top of his knees. His dick bounced up as it was released, head red and angry, looking like something that had been teased for a long time, and you took the base in your hand, squeezing tightly as you eyed him, making sure he was okay with it. He met your gaze, his pupils already blown out and his mouth open.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, surprising you. His voice was scratchy and you couldn’t deny the way it shot straight down to your core.

“Of course I am. I wouldn’t be doing it otherwise,” and with that you began to roll your hand around him, making sure your thumb caught on his head every time you came to the top, digging into the slit gently, making him hiss out loud in pleasure, his ass raising off the bed. You continued to rake your fist up and down for a few moments, before looking at him once again, his stare was on his dick, watching your movements as he held himself up by his palms, his jaw now slack as you squeezed tighter.

“Remember to stay quiet. We don’t want Taehyung to hear us,” you warned, before suddenly wrapping your mouth around him.

He gasped out loud, catching in his throat as he flung his head back, one hand reaching for your hair, which he pulled out of your eyes, his breath shaky as he watched you wrap your tongue across his sensitive head, pulling your mouth up to tease with the pink muscle, slipping into the dent that had him gritting his teeth and holding back a moan, his free hand digging into your comforter.

You could taste the precum, and lapped at the soft skin some more before you licked a strip up his entire length. He was throbbing in your hand as you held him with two of your fingers, before sucking your mouth over him again, falling deeper this time so he was half of the way in, your fist taking its place back at the base, as you began to bob your head up and down.

He was falling apart underneath you already. You could feel the way his thighs shook and his head lulled to the side, his hand dropping from your hair to fall against the bed again, a moan, more like a whine leaving him as you took him deeper, using your tongue to swirl circles around him as you went. His forehead scrunched up then, beads of sweat forming in the cracks and you smirked around him, bring your fist up to meet your motions— doubling the pleasure that had him shifting in his seat.

He was silent for the most part, but then he began to pant, the squeeze you had on him too much, loud breaths leaving his open mouth as he watched you, and you pulled away with a pop, your saliva running from the tip and falling down as it broke from your mouth.

“Shut the hell up. Do you want Taehyung to find out what we’re doing? He’d never let us live it down.” You hissed, your hand still jacking him off and spreading your spit all over him, and even though you could tell him to quiet down, it was impossible to make the noises of skin on wet skin shut up— it was just a blessing that Taehyung still had his music on so loud.

“I-I’m sorry,” he got out, his back twisting as he arched his body into your hand, pleasure overtaking him. “It just feels so — ahh — good… y-you feel — oh — so good,” he panted, between your movements, his hips bucking into your hand now as you squeezed around his hard length, twisting as you reached the top and making him shudder out a groan.

“I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“It’s okay,” you assured, “just concentrate on not making a noise and enjoy,” and with that your mouth wrapped around him again, your tongue flicking against the tip, and he brought his palms to rest on top of his thighs, digging his blunt nails into his bare skin to stop himself from moaning from the pleasure.

You took him deeper this time, hearing the slick noises once again and he groaned, biting down on his lip, and you looked up at him to see him staring down at you, his jaw clenched and when he saw you make eye contact, he whined quietly, his eyes black as he watched every action you made, his breath ragged. You would have stopped to tell him to shut up again, but it was hot, if the heat between your thighs was anything to go by.

“I’m gonna cum… Y/N! I’m gonna cum,” he repeated, almost panicked as he used a hand to shake your shoulder and warn you.

You sighed around him and shook his hand away from you, hearing it drop limply to the bed, as he moaned, overcome with the feeling. He was coming in your mouth— it wasn’t like you wanted him to, but you didn’t have time to clean up afterwards, so it was there or nowhere at all, and that wasn’t the point of this situation.

His fingers gripped the front of your head as he sat up slightly, thrusting into your mouth a little, chasing his end, until he held there, your fist the only thing blocking him from pushing inside your mouth fully, and you felt his dick throb around your lips, the hot liquid already spurting into your mouth and you swallowed as it came, ignoring the taste.

By the time his hand fell from your head, you figured he was spent and you sucked a couple of more times, just to make sure he was good and he sighed in amazement, his hands shaking as he gripped your shoulders and you pulled away, making motions to get up, but he gripped you.

“Wait— you?” He asked, his voice gruff.

You shook your head, not helping the laugh that fell from you too. “Nah, I’m good, Jungkook. That was just for you, so you could get me out of your head.”

He watched you with wide eyes, confusion clouding them, before he frowned. “I-I thought…”

“Whatever you though, was wrong,” you deadpanned. “Now, get up and leave, before Taehyung finds out you were here.” You got up and winced at the pain in your knees, clicking them out before you turned back to face him. He watched you with a scoff, disgust filling his features, and then got up, pulling up his sweats hastily.

“Whatever,” he shrugged, his voice breaking, and with that he pushed past you, leaving your room… and then he was gone.

You sighed, he was hurt. You didn’t want him to be hurt. That wasn’t your intention… and now you were left, Taehyung’s music still blasting, feeling guilty and annoyingly turned on…

Your resolve truly slipped that weekend. You hadn’t seen or heard from Jungkook since Wednesday and you weren’t surprised. You’d mortified the poor boy and you were pretty sure you’d made everything worse. You tried not to think about that night, because every time you did, you felt a pulse in your core, remembering the way he had become so undone against your touch.

You’d agreed to go out with Taehyung and Jimin, and you’d welcomed the opportunity to clear your head. Only problem was when you found yourself talking to some random guy at the bar, finally enjoying yourself, you felt someone tug at your arm, turning around to see none other than Jungkook staring daggers in the stranger’s direction.

“Excuse me, I need a word with her,” he got out, his voice an octave lower and before you had time to protest, he was pulling you away from the guy and steering you down the narrowed alley beside the restrooms.

“What the hell,” you half shouted, pulling your arm back to your side, giving him your own set of evils now.

“What are you doing?” He hissed right back, his breath right against yours as his face drew closer. He was too close for your liking. You could smell his cologne and you wanted to die right there and then.

“I’m talking to someone.” You clipped.

“You do realise that guy is the same age as me, right?” He questioned, cocking an eyebrow. He had his hair styled up today, showing his forehead and to your dismay he looked ten times better— if that was possible. Ever since you’d let him see you change and sucked his dick you couldn’t stop thinking about how blind you had been. He’d tormented you not only in real life, but your dreams too.

“What?” You couldn’t hide the shock in your voice, under the impression that he was older, juts from his sheer size in height, but you coughed, covering it up. “What does that have to do with it?”

He scoffed, “Taehyung told me you won’t see me like that because I’m younger than you. You do realise it’s only two years, right?” He was still invading your personal space and you wanted to push him away. “Or are you still in interested in that Hyojong, or some guy you barely know in a club?” He shot.

You shook your head, ignoring his last questions to say what was really on your mind, “WHAT? You told Tae?!” You exclaimed.

“No! Of course, I didn’t! It was when I was asking him if it would be a good idea to ask you on a date…” He trailed off, sounding visibly shy at his oversharing.

A date? He’d wanted to ask you on date?

“Jungkook…” you began slowly, not sure of what you were going to say, but he interrupted.

“Whatever, that doesn’t matter anymore.” He rushed. “What matters is that you were openly flirting with that guy like what happened between us was nothing!”

You laughed loudly, “Are you jealous or something?”

“YES!” He cried, and you face grew slack, not expecting that answer. “Of course, I’m jealous. It should be me. If you’d just let me in, I wouldn’t have to act all crazy.” You went to cut him, but he put his finger up to shush you. “Don’t tell me you have no idea what I’m talking about. You didn’t just strip in front of me because you wanted to— you didn’t just blow me cos you wanted!” He was practically shouting now.

“JUNGKOOK!” You hissed out loudly, pushing at his chest. “Kept your voice down! Someone could hear you.”

“Like who? Tae? Jimin? They’re already wrapped around some girls, they haven’t even noticed you or I, have disappeared.” He dismissed.

“How did you even get here?” You asked, suddenly wondering where he’d come from.

“Who do you think invited me?” He deadpanned sarcastically. “Quit changing the subject. You’re annoying me. Just tell me you want me to go and I will— but until then I’ll keep on trying. I can’t deny the effect you have on me… and you can’t either. I’m not blind, I can see the way you’re looking at me right now.”

“Ever the modest,” you rolled your eyes.

He sighed, pressing you further into the door, obviously having enough now. “Just tell me to leave you alone and I will… just… do something…”

His voice was desperate and hushed as he spoke in your ear and you shuddered. You wanted to push him away, shout at him some more for being so unbelievably stupid it was stress inducing… but… you couldn't…

You could feel his chest steadily moving up and down against yours, so close you were touching and you caved. You caved. You tilted your head to try and see him and he looked down at you, his lips now millimetres away from yours. He looked slightly scared by now, second guessing himself and his ego, and you felt him try and move away from you but you brought out your hands to grips his jacket, pressing him back to you and then he sighed, his eyes flickering around yours before you flung yourself at him, your lips pressed against his own and he spluttered in shock before he relaxed, clasping your waist.

This was incredibly stupid, anyone could see you right now, and by anyone, you meant Taehyung and Jimin, but the way Jungkook held you, tilted your head to the side as he parted your mouth, you began to forget everything. The tryst became serious then, and hot, his tongue snaking its way in and then they were smashing together, as you turned needy, moaning into him as you lost every part of the resolve you had left. He moaned with you, pushing himself in your clothed heat and you felt his erection already, prominent and hard against you.

“Jungkook,” you panted against him, breaking away and he whined, reaching for your lips again, afraid you were going to refuse him once more. “No— come on, let’s get out of here.” You murmured and his eyes flashed, before he nodded, letting you grab his hands and lead him out the backdoor of the club.

You flagged a cab down as fast as you could, both bundling into the back as you tried to keep your hands off each other. The switch had been flicked now and there was no stopping you, and when you arrived back at yours, lips still attached, you pushed him through the door, fumbling your way through the living room, hallway and finally you hit your bedroom, flinging off your shirt as Jungkook rid himself of his t-shirt.

His eyes hungrily ran over your chest, remembering back to last week when you’d been in nothing but your underwear and he groaned, slinking closer to you, but your eyes were doing their own staring and you pushed him back to view his abs from a distance, running your palms and fingertips over each indent, feeling him flex underneath you, and then you travelled up to his chest, pushing again so that he stumbled back on your bed, sitting in the same spot you’d had him in, not four days earlier.

He watched you slip your skirt off and then kneel over him, shuffling backwards a little so you could fit on his lap and straddle him, keeping your knees on either side of the bed as you kept your body hovering over him, and then he couldn’t hold it in any longer and he brought his hands behind you to squeeze your ass, repeatedly, and you groaned, leaning into his touch. One finger slid underneath your panties and swiped against your slit, finding you already wet and hot for him and he moaned, impatiently removing it to bring both hands to the waistband, tugging them down. You let him— because, well, you were just as desperate as him, and you lifted each foot up in turn to kick them off, leaving you ready and bare for him.

He exhaled loudly, his finger coming out to circle against your clit and you hummed, gyrating your hips into him, before he moved downwards, teasing your slit, entering you, curling his finger inside as he filled you. You gasped out, clutching one hand into his shoulder, digging your nails in as you lost yourself in the feeling, watching as he added a second finger, matching the skills of the first. He looked up, watching you intently, focused on your expression, some of his hair falling free from his hairstyle to land over his eyes and you couldn’t help but moan some more, feeling his free hand grip your ass as he pressed you against his fingers.

“Let me—” he grit out, craning his neck to your core, “let me taste you — I’ve wanted to since the other day.”

“Jungkook, you can’t reach from that angle,” you groaned out, feeling him straighten his digits out now and fuck you with them. “You’re gonna give yourself neck pain.”

He groaned in frustration, giving up, and that’s when you snapped. His lips were already wet from where he had licked them repeatedly in anticipation, and they looked so inviting. Even more so, his tongue, which peaked out of his mouth as he concentrated on fingering you. You pushed against his shoulders, making him look at you in confusion and then you huffed, annoyed he hadn’t gotten what you were trying to do, so, painfully, you tugged at the wrist that was otherwise engaged, pulling him out of you and you clenched around the emptiness, already missing his long fingers. Ignoring it, you pushed against his shoulder again and this time he listened, falling flat on his back and that’s when you took your cue to straddle his face, kneeling over him with a need that had you crying out when you finally felt his tongue on your clit, tightening your thighs around him and threading his hair in your fingers as you watched him eat you out, his eyes blown out as he finally got what he had been praying for.

You hovered at first, letting the light ministrations of his tongue light the fire in your abdomen, his nose rubbing against you too, when he slid further down you to lick up your slit and then he was back again, sucking against you with a pressure that had you gasping, low groans leaving your throat and then without knowing it, you were grinding against his face, using your hands in his hair to position his face into you, holding him tight to you as you chased your own high.

Jungkook give up after a while, opting to stick his tongue out flat and let you ride it, using his soft muscle to graze against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure everywhere, your thighs shaking as you felt yourself close to the end. One of his hands gripped your thigh tightly, and the other lied limp next to his head, and then you felt him sort of come back to life, flicking his tongue as best he could towards your clit as you ground down even more, adding to the immense pleasure that was bursting through your veins.

That was enough to send you over the edge, crying out repeatedly as your hips jerked across his face, trying to avoid the overstimulation as your orgasm evened out, your vision still spotty and your thighs still shaking. Once you were sure everything was calm again, you lifted yourself off Jungkook slowly, your fingers leaving his hair, and you slid down his chest, leaving a trail of your wetness, straddling him once again. He was harder than before— if that was possible and you watched him pant for breath loudly, as he ran his own hands through his hair, laughing in disbelief.

“Oh — my — god,” he gasped, sitting up stiffly to wrap his hands around your waist his chest against yours. “That was amazing!”

You smiled, even more so when you noticed your arousal drenched his face; his mouth, his chin— even his cheeks, as it began to dry against him, and then he was kissing you again, breathlessly, moaning and groaning into your mouth, making you taste yourself on him, his fingers reaching for your bra clasp and you helped him, tugging it off your shoulders and throwing it on to the floor and then his mouth was making its way down your jaw and neck, all the way to your chest, grazing your nipples with his teeth as he tried to kiss each breast.

Your hands quickly fought for the zip on his jeans, the need inside you back once again after a little time away, and your hand palmed him roughly as you grew frustrated. You needed to feel him inside you— now, and you broke away from him to kneel on the floor, pulling his jeans and pants down in one go, freeing his dick, which once again was angry and red, but this time, already leaking precum, and it beaded and fell in drips on its own accord. You tugged his clothing off him fully, chucking them behind you as you watched him shuffle up the bed some more, his head on your pillows, his dick standing proud and tall waiting for you and then you were pouncing on him, kissing down his chest wildly, before leaning over him.

“Condom?” You asked and he hummed in a daze, watching your body over him before you shook his legs. “Condom, Jungkook! Do you have one?”

You were hoping the answer was yes, because you didn’t really feel like making your way into Taehyung’s room, naked, to hunt for one, and thankfully he did.

“In my wallet— back pocket…” he murmured, watching you practically leap off the bed and dive for his jeans, finding the wallet and then condom at the speed of lightning, ripping it open and finding your place on top of him once again, rolling the latex on before you were hovering, pushing against him as you felt his head stretch you open, sliding slowly in, until he was all the way there, and then you let out a moan of relief, watching him sit up and grip your waist, his face scrunched up as you clenched around him.

“I want you so bad,” he uttered, his forehead pressed against your collarbone and you giggled out a, “you have me,” before you began to move, rolling your hips in circles to begin with, getting used to him, and then you started to bounce a little, picking up speed when you got a comfortable angle.

Jungkook huffed out, lifting his head up to watch you move, his eyes lidded with lust, his hair ruined, as it fell in his eyes, but he looked good, especially with his cheeks flushed pink, and you pressed your palms up against his chest for leverage, feeling his own slid to your ass and under the flesh, feeling his own dick move in and out of you, your wetness sliding down it.

He groaned, letting his head fall back as he watched you thrust down on him, clutching you to him tightly before he began to join you, lightly at first, not too noticeable, but the pleasure became too much and then you were losing your grip on him, your pace slowing down as you lost your strength to keep bouncing, your breath coming out in short bursts and whines that sounded choked.

“I don’t know why — you’re trying to, ah — fight it — I can — argh — I can, uh, I can fuck too you know — it doesn’t have to be all you,” he got out with difficulty, thrusting into you every time you came back down and you moaned, practically collapsing against him, your head flat his on shoulder, your hair damp with sweat, and that’s when he really picked up the pace, holding you tightly with one arm wrapped around your waist entirely, the other holding him down as he thrust into you hard and fast. You grew limp against him, gasping and moaning into his ear and neck, feeling his own perspiration on his skin, his hairline damp too. His breathing was ragged and he groaned along with you, his stomach clenching with each thrust into you and that’s when you found yourself being spun around, falling flat on your back and empty for one second, before he was back inside you, on top of you, as he thrust harshly, impaling you with his dick as he stayed still for a moment, feeling your walls clench around him, a sigh of pure pleasure leaving him.

He began to push again, sliding almost all the way out before pushing back in, hard, making you cry out and push your head back into the bed. He repeated this for a while, loving your reaction when he hit your g-spot over and over again and then he was humping you faster, keeping inside the warmth and plushness of your walls, knowing that you were close to coming again.

“Jungkook,” you croaked, your breath unable to come as he continued his harsh pace, his hips slapping against yours and he hummed, using one hand to push the hair out of your face and the other hand to rub soothingly against your waist.

“It’s okay, Y/N — I got you… cum for me,” he breathed, his voice shaky, as if he was trying to keep away his own orgasm. “I really want to feel you cum around me.”

And that was all it took for you to fully lose it, concentrating on the feeling of his dick hitting that spot repeatedly and you were coming, hard and fast, with a scream, clutching onto his shoulders, your ears fuzzing as you felt the pleasure shoot up your whole body, your heat pulsing around Jungkook, and he groaned, leaving you to kneel up, spreading your thighs to thrust into you deeper, finally meeting his own release, brow furrowed and eyes clenched tight, his teeth biting his bottom lip as he came with a stunted moan, riding it out messily and slowly, before falling on top of you, his mouth on yours once again, his tongue sloppily dancing with yours as you held his sticky body to yours, before he moved onto your neck, basking in the aftermath and the affection you were showing him.

You were half asleep when you felt him leave you, rolling over to face plant into your pillow, guessing he was taking the condom off and chucking it in the trash, but when he came back and shook your shoulder lightly, you turned around to see him already back in his jeans and holding his t-shirt.

“Where are you going?” You asked, your voice small and tired.

“Home… I thought you’d want me to,” he murmured, and you shook your head, laughing lightly.

“No— stay,” you whispered. You didn’t want him to leave… not now.

“Oh, yeah?” He asked, pausing to place his t-shirt on the bed, and you nodded again, rolling onto your back and outstretching your hand to him. His eyes raked down your naked body and then he was nodding to himself, decision made, his hands unzipping his jeans before kicking them off, leaving him in just his boxers, before he took your hand and let you drag him on the bed.

You felt him lift the corner of the sheets up, making you get under, kicking your feet so you’d fit, and then he followed you, wrapping his arm around your chest and holding you flush to him.

“What about Taehyung…?” He murmured in your ear, and you shrugged, finding it hard to speak.

“You’ll have to leave early, that’s all… I don’t want him finding out yet.”

“Hmm, yet?” He hummed after a moment of consideration. “Does that mean there will be more of this? And to prove his point he wiggled his hips against yours and despite your exhausted state, you giggled.

“Maybe— if you let me sleep,” and he laughed along, deep and croaky against your ear, before planting a kiss on your temple.

“Good.” He quipped.

It was true — after all, he did say he wanted to date you… and maybe, just maybe, you had been wrong about him this whole time…