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With an exasperated sigh, you rise from the couch and head to your bathroom, leaving a pouting Jungkook who follows you like a lost puppy.

“Don’t you think it would be so hot though,” Jungkook tries again.

You hastily clip your hair back, eyeing him through the reflection of the mirror, “maybe for you, you pervert.”

Jungkook remains nonchalant, your claim doing little to defer his desires. “Babeee,” he whines again, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close so he can lean his chin onto your shoulder.

“Sorry that I don’t want to feed into your weeb fantasies,” you say, reaching for your toothbrush.

Jungkook’s silent for a while, watching as you brush your teeth before muttering a quiet, “fine,” and leaving you with a light kiss to your neck.

In all honesty, the thought of dressing up as Mai from you and Jungkook’s recent anime binge, ‘Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai,’ doesn’t disgust you. You’ll admit, her little bunny girl get up is hot, and out of all the other characters Jungkook has begged you to dress up as, the bunny girl outfit is probably one of the easiest costumes to get into because let’s be real, no matter how much Jungkook begs you will never paint yourself blue (he can find his own Widowmaker somewhere else).

As you finish up your skincare, you ponder over his request once again. His birthday is coming up soon, and ignoring the fact that there's a suspicious lump of presents stuffed in the back of your closet all for him, one more present wouldn’t hurt.

Entering your bedroom you find your boyfriend bundled up in the sheets, the glow of his phone highlighting his pretty face.

You make yourself known, your knee dipping into the mattress, making Jungkook turn over towards you, his arms welcoming you for your nightly spooning.

“You’re not mad at me right?” he whispers into your hair to which you reply with a snort, “no, why would I be?”

Jungkook sighs like he’s embarrassed, nuzzling his nose deep into your neck, you wiggle away at the ticklish feeling but his strong arms keep you in place. “Because I always ask you to dress up as those characters even though you always like to rant to me about the male gaze and how a bikini doesn’t count as armour.” He cards his fingers through your hair, his other hand rubbing small comforting circles on the skin of your waist, “I don’t want you to think i’m some crazed horndog who objectifies their girlfriend.”

You laugh, big and goofy, and if Jungkook wasn’t so caught up in his thoughts he would’ve kissed you silly.

“Baby I would never think that, you’ve proved to me many times that your love is genuine. But hey, I don't blame you, I’ve got great tits,” you declare, turning to face his sleepy eyes.

“And a great ass too,” he adds, gripping your bottom with a tight hold that makes you gasp.

“I love you,” Jungkook says, pure adoration across his face.

You wanna squish his cheeks so bad, “aww you love me?” comes your teasing reply.

Jungkook rolls his eyes before wriggling into a more comfy position, “just say it back so I can sleep.”

You give into your desire to squish his cheeks by booping his nose. It scrunches cutely and he opens one eye, “I love you too,” you finally say.

The lively music is cranked down and the attention is solely focused on Jungkook. He’s got a big smile plastered across his face, his cheeks a cute shade of pink as he raises his cup.

“I’d just like to thank you all for being here tonight, I couldn’t ask for a better birthday celebration,” Jungkook announces, eliciting a “I LOVE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK!” from none other than a plastered Park Jimin. Jungkook’s eyes crinkle when he shouts back a string of adoration before pulling you in towards him.

“I would also like to thank my beautiful girlfriend who planned this all out,” Jungkook says, those eyes of his that you love so much sparkling just for you.

A round of “awws” makes its way to the two of you and you shyly hide your blush into Jungkook’s chest. He gently kisses the top of your head, the flicker of his birthday candle flames creating an angelic aura around you.

When the chorus of singing finally dies down and Jungkook bends down to blow out his candle and make a wish, he wishes for a forever happiness with you.

As you approach Jungkook with the last handful of empty beer cans, you dump them into the large trash bag and wrap your arms around his backside.

“Hey,” you whisper, gripping his shirt to grab his attention.

“What is it baby,” Jungkook replies mindlessly, scrubbing a stubborn stain out of a plate.

A mischievous grin paints your visage as you tell him, “I have one more present for you.”

Placing the clean plate onto the drying rack, Jungkook cranes his next to look at you, “what! baby you’ve done so much for me already.”

Your smile only grows wider as you gauge Jungkook’s reaction to your words, “I know, but I wanted to fulfil one of your wishes.”

Jungkook pauses, his head tilting slightly as he tries to remember what you’re talking about. “What do you mean wish? What wish are we talking about here?”

You release your grip on him to lean against the counter top, eyeing him closely, “you know… the thing you wanted me to do the other week?”

He shakes his head, looking at you as if it would help him remember before giving up, “I’m lost.”

Pushing yourself off of the counter you roll your eyes, “ugh just meet me in the bedroom when you're done,” you say as you sashay out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

There’s a long second that passes, the water from the tap suddenly getting hot before Jungkook breathes in with a mumbled, “oh, oh.” 

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook’s eyes light up with the realisation that he was gonna get lucky tonight. He rushes to the bedroom, almost breaking a glass cup on the way. He expects you to be on the bed laid out for him, but you’re not.

There’s a sliver of yellow light that spills from under the bathroom door and a quiet “shit” that leaves your lips. Jungkook hears a snap, like a rubber band against skin, a small whimper comes from your mouth and Jungkook worriedly knocks on the door.

“What are you doing in there? Are you okay?”

When you bought the damn costume you didn’t read the reviews. You completely missed the part where numerous people recommended buying a size up. Now you’re suffering those consequences and you finally shimmy the body suit on.

“Get on the bed and wait,” you try to say as sweetly as you can, but there's a twinge of struggle that comes making Jungkook lean his ear suspiciously against the door.

“Alright, I’ll wait, but I should remind you that It’s my birthday and you shouldn’t keep the birthday boy waiting.”

You hear the shuffle of bedsheets, Jungkook probably listening to you and lying down on the bed. You stare at yourself in the mirror, both shocked and surprised at how good you look despite the fact that your tits bulge out like you’ve squeezed yourself into those corsets from the 19th century. Not to mention that the body suit is so tight that if you took a deep breath it kind of hurt, but you’ve already made it this far, and you have an excited birthday boy on the other side of the door so with small inhale that doesn’t cause your lungs to hate you, you open the bathroom door.

“Can I open my eyes now,” Jungkook asks excitedly, his tattooed hands covering the entirety of his face.

You’re standing like a stiff soldier, unsure of how to present yourself, “uh, no, don’t look yet.”

Should you pose? How should you stand? Maybe lean against the doorframe? No that’s stupid…

“Oh, fuck”

In the midst of deciding if you should pose like a bunny girl, or get onto the bed, Jungkook had lost his patience and opened his eyes.

“Jungkook! I told you to shut your eyes.”

Jungkook remains frozen, his eyes big as he drinks up your curves. He doesn’t know where to look. Your hips are rounded to perfection, thick thighs on display, your boobs practically one jump away from popping out, the cute bunny ears standing tall that surprisingly suit your features.

“Shit, is it bad that i’m already hard, fucking hell.”

Jungkook doesn’t know if he’s proud because he finally convinced you to dress up for him or proud at the fact that you’re all his. His dick however, agrees to both.

“Men,” you scoff sarcastically as you crawl towards Jungkook whose head lays against the headboard, his taut thighs spread as if to welcome you. 

You find comfort between his thighs kneeling before him and holding his chin in your hand. “Happy birthday, Jungkook,” you say, seduction dropping from your lips.

He smirks back, eyes dropping down to your glossy lips, “mmm, happy birthday to me indeed.”

It’s messy, both your lips getting sticky with a mixture of your lip gloss and saliva, but you love it. Jungkook opens his mouth, you follow his rhythm, your tongue poking out to intertwine with his.

You moan into his mouth when his hands find purchase on your ass. His big hands squeeze both cheeks before slapping them, a loud smack echoing around the room. His action pushes you closer to him, your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

Jungkook’s hands continue to wander before he giggles softly at the discovery of the cute fuzzy tail attached to your bottom.

“Cute,” he utters into your neck, licking your collarbones and sucking your sweet skin.

“What?” you pant, leaning your head back to offer more skin to Jungkook, to which he happily leaves a trail of love bites that slowly bloom along your neckline.

He pokes your butt, “you have a little tail.”

You wiggle your hips, the tail brushing along Jungkook’s hand. You move away from him and run your nails down his thighs, “whatever, get your shirt off and your dick out.”

A lopsided smile erupts on his face, “ohh bunny girl is feisty tonight.” Though, he obeys your command, pulling his shirt over his head in that weird but attractive way that boys do, and unbuckles the belt of his jeans.

Jungkook is indeed very hard, his cock slapping against his abdomen the second it's released from the denim.

You spit into your hand, gripping his cock immediately, drawing out a shocked groan from your boyfriend.

You take care of him with love, your grip tight, making sure to fist his red tip before bringing it back down the length of his shaft.

Once his cock is nice and prepped, shiny from your saliva, you wrap your lips around the head, sucking softly before fluttering your lashes up at him.

His lids are half open, to keep his gaze on you while revelling in the bliss of your heavenly mouth. “Fuck baby, love your mouth,” he groans, bringing his fingers to brush away the strands that fall into your eyes.

You continue your actions, bobbing your head up and down as you watch your boyfriend crumble from pleasure. Suddenly, an idea pops into your brain. Releasing his length from your mouth, you begin to pull off the tight clear straps from your shoulders.

Your tits pop out provocatively, bouncing slightly as they’re released from the confinements of the tight bodysuit.

Jungkook stares, mouth wide open, “wh-what are you doing.”

You’re still continuing to jerk him off, and Jungkook swears he’s about to bust a nut when you ask, “do you wanna fuck my tits?”

He sits up at that, startling you, “are you kidding? Fuck yeah I do.”

You laugh at his cute reaction and flick your hair so it falls off your shoulder, you gotta make sure the girls are all clear for your man after all.

Jungkook holds the base of his cock and you use your hands to press your tits together. He slides in with ease, a hiss and a small “shit” falling from his lips.

You keep your gaze on him, he always likes when you look at him during intimate times like this. You continue your stare, eyes hazy and you let drool dribble out of your mouth, letting it run

down your cleavage and onto his tip. His dick twitches in response and you hide your smile by biting your lip.

Holding your tits together you bounce them up and down, you stick your tongue out teasingly, letting it connect to his tip every time his cock peeps through your cleavage.

“Does it feel good baby?” you ask, helping Jungkook speed up the rhythm of his thrusts. “Mmm God, feels so good baby,” he whines and you swear a flood breaks out in your panties.

You love to please him, his eyes fluttering shut, until he takes his cock out of your hold. “Come here love, I'm gonna cum if you keep going. It's my turn now.”

You pout at the loss of his warmth, “babe it's your birthday, today is all about you. Let me take care of you.”

Jungkook gets up, pulling his jeans fully off his body, leaving his stark naked in front of you. You shamelessly ogle his body, he’s just so fine! 

“There’s a flaw in your logic there babe. Today is all about me, therefore I get to decide what I want to do. And what I want to do is eat you out.”

“Alright birthday boy,” you grin, switching places with Jungkook. Before you lay down you start to remove your bodysuit, that’s until Jungkook lets out a choked, “no! Keep it on.”

You pause, head cocking to the side, “but how are you gonna-”

“Shh, don’t even worry about it, leave all the work to me babe.”

And work he does as he gets right into pleasuring you.

Jungkook starts by teasing you slowly, kissing your heat over the thin material. “Shit baby, you’ve soaked your costume,” he jibes, hooking his thumbs under the elastic to reveal your dripping slit.

You feel his hot breath as it hits your pussy making you involuntarily clench at what’s to come. “Fuck, baby you’ve got the prettiest pussy in the world.”

You cross your arms over your face embarrassed, “Jungkook, please.”

Jungkook listens, flattening his tongue against you, tasting you.

You inhale sharply as Jungkook pulls the costume back more and you fist the sheets when he finally dives in.

“Oh, God! Jungkook!” you moan, basking in the electric pleasure that shoots through you as Jungkook sucks and tongues at your clit like a man starved.

With his free hand, he pops two fingers in his mouth, watching your flushed expression with dark eyes. You feel his fingers at the entrance of your hole, teasing you as his tongue continues to draw pictures on your swollen nub.

Your thighs clench around Jungkook’s head when he slips two of his fingers inside of you. “Ah! Feels so good, baby.”

He says nothing, his reply coming through the wet sounds of his mouth and fingers.

Jungkook is skilled, used to all the signs and crevices of your body, so when your hips begin to lift, and your toes begin to clench, Jungkook keeps at his pace.

His mouth opens and closes around your heat, his fingers curling inside as you explode, your orgasm completely swallowing you.

You throw your head back into the pillows, a whine bubbling out of your mouth. Once your hips settle back down, Jungkook knows the high is over, releasing his mouth and fingers off of you.

Your costume snaps back into place and you sigh, Jungkook crawling on top of you, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. He always gets so cocky after making you cum.

He kisses you again and you melt, tasting yourself on his tongue.

His hands find your waist and you squeal into his neck as he swiftly flips you on top of him. You brush away the hair that had fallen into your face from the abrupt movement, “your strength continues to amaze me,” you giggle, smiling down sweetly at Jungkook. 

You kiss him again because you simply can’t get enough of him, he slaps your ass grabbing your attention. “I want you to turn around.”

You almost frown, “but I want you to look at me when I ride you.”

He runs a ringer down your arm before squeezing your boob in his palm, “you will baby just turn around for me first.”

You comply anyway, turning your body away from him, “you just wanna watch my bunny tail bounce don’t you,” you accuse. Jungkook laughs, “maybe.”

You don’t allow another second to be wasted, sitting up on your knees to move the sticky costume to the side. With your other hand you reach down and hold the base of Jungkook’s cock, positioning it at your entrance before slowly sinking down on him.

You both groan at the sensation of your warmth enveloping his length, your voices harmonising together in pleasure. You swivel your hips in small circles, getting comfortable with his huge size.

Jungkook places both hands on your hips, and you take that as a sign to show him how well you can ride it.

You begin with a light bounce, letting go of the bunny girl costume material as his cock holds it out of the way. You lean your hands on his thighs gaining a steady rhythm humming at the euphoria that spreads through your body.

Jungkook will admit, the sight of your bunny tailed ass paired with the ears that sit atop of your cute head is a sight that makes him release a deep groan.

His hands tighten on your skin and he thrusts up, his body spinning in pleasure, “baby you’re so hot, so tight, fuck.”

You try your best to maintain the speed, loud wet smacks ricocheting around the walls of your room. However, the burn in your tired thighs takes over, and Jungkook notices the way you start to slow down, and he’s not having it.

Jungkook takes the reins and thrusts his hips at a rapid speed that has you screaming his name. As Jungkook increases his speed, he grabs both of your arms, using them to help him piston into you at a faster speed.

“Ah! Oh fuck Jungkook” is all you can say, the pleasure vibrating all over your skin. A mix of both your essences melds together and drips down your thighs, you sigh and fall back against his chest. You can finally see Jungkook, and god, he’s so pretty.

Jungkook continues to thrust into you, his breath staggered and rough as it rushes against your ear. Your tits bounce ferociously like those hentai videos you’ve caught him watching, and as you expected, he grabs one in his hand rubbing a finger over your nipple and squeezing the other.

You pant in his neck, leaving small kisses on his hot skin to which he turns his head to offer you his lips.

Jungkook’s hand releases your tit to find your clit, rubbing fast circles that push you further to your release.

Your mouth falls open, unable to speak. Jungkook is focused on the way your bodies meet, his eyes wide when he notices something.

“Holy shit, look at that love, my dick so big you can see it through your stomach.”

You raise your head, eyes almost crossing at the sight of the bulge that pokes through your stomach every time Jungkook sends a hard thrust into you.

You can’t take it anymore, “Jungkook! Baby I’m gonna cum,” you feel your eyes starting to water at the impending explosion of your orgasm.

You know Jungkook is close, his teeth wrapped around his bottom lip, “yeah, hold it baby I’m almost there, fuck I love you.”

You could almost cry. “I love you so much too Koo.”

With one final thrust you both cum together.

Jungkook holds you tightly, his dick snug inside of your walls as he starts to soften.

No words are spoken, just the sound of deep breaths and shuddered sighs. It’s heavenly. 

Jungkook gently exits your heat, his cum slowly dripping out onto your thighs and onto your bed sheets.

“Just letting you know, it’s gonna be your turn next,” you mumble tiredly, stretching your arms before wrapping them around Jungkook’s head as he continues to catch his breath.

He only scoffs in return, turning his head towards you to plant a sweet kiss against your forehead, “as if.”

It started with Kim Seokjin. A sweet man with the broadest shoulders you had ever laid your eyes on. He fucked you slow and passionatley, never missing an opportunity to shower you in gentle, fluttery kisses every time he coaxed a leg-twitching orgasm out of you. Just when you thought he couldn’t get better, not only did he wake you up with plush lips against your thighs, he surprised you with the heartiest breakfast of souffle pancakes and coffee.

Kim Seokjin definitely set your standards high that’s for sure.

Next was Kim Namjoon whom you had shared an extra-credit class with that you had been miserably failing. It hadn’t taken long for you to ask him for his help, not when you fluttered your lashes and leaned forward just enough to tease the lacy red cups holding your perfect tits. He was a goner after that, and you had the pleasure of discovering that his brain was not the only big thing he was packing. And no, you failed your extra-credit class, but you don’t regret the way he held you so tightly against his taut chest.

Kim Namjoon would then be the one to take your backdoor virginity, and in the library study room of all places! It was an experience you’ll never forget.

The next week you found yourself utterly bored and slightly drunk at a rowdy frat party. The couch you prettily sat on was lumpy and sticky with a substance you really couldn’t decipher, not that you wanted to know anyways. However, an intriguing set of feline eyes caught your attention. The way they dragged slowly and seductively over your long legs had you itching with lust. It didn’t take long for Min Yoongi to make his way to you, lowly whispering if you would like to go somewhere more private to which you enthusiastically agreed.

Min Yoongi made you cum three times with just the tip of his tongue, chuckling with pride when your thighs tightened around his head.

On the days where you tried to study instead of feeding the insatiable desire-driven beast that is yourself, you often decided to spend hours at a small cafe just five minutes from your apartment. It wasn’t that the coffee was good, or that the croissants tasted like they were straight from France, it was the hot barista that knew your coffee order off by heart. By your third visit, you learned that his name was Jung Hoseok. By your fifth visit, you stayed with him until closing. Your excuse being that you wanted to know him better. By your eighth visit, you silently gasped at the realisation that you had probably spent $100 on shitty coffee (don’t tell Hoseok). And by the tenth visit, you knew that your flirting with the cute barista payed off as that night you learnt that Jung Hoseok wholeheartedly agreed that sex toys are teammates not enemies. He spent hours in your bed that very night, overstimulating you until you possibly couldn’t take it anymore.

Jung Hoseok paired up with your trusty pink vibrator is not to be messed with as he left you walking side to side. The ghost of his dominating presence forever staining your silk sheets.

Your next escapade had you totally in control. The Sweetheart that is Jeon Jungkook brought out your feisty inner fem dom as you edged him throughout the night. With his hands shackled to your bed posts you continuously praised him for his obedience and patience all while you teasingly rocked your wet slit over his pulsing cock.

Jeon Jungkook truly was the loveliest boy; so pliant and obedient in your hands that you let him cum inside you as a reward.

You like to move on quick if it wasn't already blaringly obvious. But who could blame you! Sex is one of your favourite hobbies, and as of right now, it looks like you’ve found your next victim.

You spot him when you and your friends move to the centre of the dancefloor, your wide eyes shamelessly ogling him. The man is drop dead gorgeous, and although the club presents minimal lighting and a smoky haze hindering the full view of his stature, everything about him screams expensive. 

Every so often a flickering strobe of light will highlight his god-like face to which you take the opportunity to discreetly trail your eyes from his intimidating gaze to the way he purses his lips around his cup. 

The mysterious man is dressed in dark trousers that hold the shape of his thighs deliciously, paired with a billowed white blouse that is unbuttoned just enough for you to get a peak of the glittering necklaces adorning his chest.

Unconsciously, you begin to bite at your lip and slow down the movement of your hips when your mind begins to flood with all the things you’d like this man to do to you. When your burning gaze finally reaches his end, you gasp slightly, for those striking eyes meet your very own.

“Is the lighting playing with my vision or is that handsome hunk walking towards us?” your friend pants beside you.

The lighting is surely not playing with her vision when you spot the Godly man getting taller and taller as he gets closer to where you stand.

There’s a nervous flurry of butterflies that erupt in your stomach when you notice his sharp gaze is focused solely on you. It’s almost as if his mission for the night was to have you in his bed, and who are you to refuse such a delicious offer?

Teasingly, you roll your body turning your back towards him so you can let out an excited squeal to your friends as he finally makes his way to you.

You feel his presence immediately. Although he does not touch you, your body buzzes with hot anticipation.

You play it cool, nonchalant, as you continue the slow movements of your hips. You let the music guide you, the consistent beat of the bass acting like a ticking clock waiting for him to make the next move.

You almost sigh when he lightly grazes your back with his fingers and huskily whispers into your ear, “I haven’t been able to stop watching you this entire night.”

Oh? So apparently you weren’t the only one with a staring problem.

Leaning into him ever so slightly, you chuckle. “The feeling’s mutual then.”

His touch remains light, it frustrates you because he’s so close yet so far. “Can I dance with you, sweetheart?” he asks gently.

You only hum, turning towards him to place his hands firmly on your hips.

You try to keep your jaw falling to the ground when you see his face up close. He’s breathtaking. So much so he almost doesn’t look real.

His lips twitch into a sly grin at the way you try to cover up your bewildered face. It’s cute, he thinks.

“What’s your name?” you ask sweetly, covering up your shock by swaying to the rhythm of the music.

“Why do you wanna know?” he smirks, head tilting to the side teasingly.

“So I know what to scream later.”

Your statement is bold and unexpected, but that’s just who you are. A wide grin is plastered on your face when it’s his turn to display a surprised expression.

“Is that so?” he questions with a curious raise of his brow. 

Before you even get a chance to speak a word, the gorgeous man tightens his grip on your hips, pulling you closer towards him so he can whisper, “my name’s Taehyung.”

“Taehyung,” you mumble, testing out the way his name rolls so easily off your tongue.

His hands continue to wander your body, his left hand making its way onto your hip while his right tucks a fallen wisp of hair behind your ear. “Well now I think It's only fair I get to know the name of the pretty girl in front of me.”

You busy your own hands, trailing them down his chest all while keeping flirty eye contact with him, “I’m Y/N.”

Taehyung brings you even closer, the fabric of his pants rubbing against your barely covered legs. You spot a slight flicker of his eyes towards your glossed lips before his eyes get lost behind you. They flutter back to you quick, however you notice and your grin drops slightly. What is he looking at?

Curiosity gets the best of you when Taehyung’s eyes slide behind your stature once more. You turn your head, wanting a look at what’s distracting Taehyung from you, though Taehyung is swift, cupping your chin to bring your wandering eyes back to him.

“Keep your eyes on me sweetheart,” he gently murmurs with another glance behind you.

Your pout is big at the loss of his attention, “but-”

There’s a warmth pressed against your back that cuts your next sentence, and If it wasn’t for the sly smile Taehyung displays, you would have been rather confused.

“How lovely of you to join us, Jimin,” Taehyung chuckles, turning your body towards the newcomer that was previously against your back.

The new man in front of you looks familiar. Have you met him before? Maybe you saw him on Instagram or something.

“You guys know each other?” you ask, allowing Jimin the opportunity to place his hands where Taehyung’s once were.

Jimin is just as beautiful as Taehyung, his smoky eyes tracing your face as he says, “yes, Y/N, I unfortunately have the pleasure of being this brat’s best friend.”

His delicate fingers on your waist almost have you fully distracted, despite the fact that he knows your name even though you never mentioned it to him has you questioning if you know this Jimin.

“How do you know my name? Wait! Have I met you before?” 

Ok, so maybe you do know this guy. Although, the name Jimin certainly does not ring a bell.

“No”, he shakes his head with a smile, “this would be our first time meeting.”

You cock your head to the side like how a puppy would when they come across a confusing scenario. 

Taehyung joins your side and you shudder slightly being so close to two breathtaking men. “Don’t confuse her Jimin look how lost she looks.” 

You frown. You were just looking for a quick hookup tonight. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

Taehyung gently clasps your hand in his like it's an invitation, “why don’t we just show you something, maybe it’ll help your confusion hmm?”

Mindlessly you nod, looking up at Jimin who puts on a charming grin as they both take you to their table.

The table they take you to is a normal table you would find at a bar, however, this table is accompanied by not one, not two, but five men you’ve fucked.

You’re fucked.

“Is this some kind of joke-” you begin to spit out in disbelief.

“Ah Y/N! What brings you here?” Seokjin proclaims with amusement in his tone.

You’re stunned into silence at the attention on you.

Seokjin sends you a wink, Namjoon and Hoseok chuckle and whisper to each other, Yoongi darts his tongue out to lick his lips, and Jungkook cutely smiles, offering you a small wave.

“No fucking way. You guys are all friends?” you finally choke out.

“Ahhh Y/N, you cheeky little homie hopper,” Hoseok tuts with a shake of his head to which you huff. “God, how was I supposed to know you guys knew each other?”

You want to laugh at the coincidence of it all, here you are face to face with five of the best hookups you’ve ever met. Your mind wanders off with many questions. Do they talk about you? Do they discuss what you’ve done with each of them? You shut your eyes and sigh at the thought.

Taehyung interrupts your mental war when he turns to you, “Jimin and I were starting to get tired of these assholes blubbering on and on about you, so when we saw you tonight, we were more than excited to finally meet you and hopefully see what the hype is all about.”

You grin, “the hype huh?”

It’s Jimin’s turn to face you, “you gonna turn us down?”

You pretend to think about it, letting the tension build around the boys even though you already decided on your decision when Taehyung first set his sights on you.

You flutter your lashes at the two gorgeous boys beside you, “well, if I’m gonna homie hop, I might as well do it right.”

The second the door to your apartment is unlocked, two hasty pairs of hands grip your waist, hips, neck, whatever you're willing to give them. Tonight you were willing to give them everything.

“Where do you want us sweetheart?” Taehyung rasps, his lips occupied with the skin of your neck.

“My room, down the hall,” you pant, trying your best to lead the boys to said room, though it's difficult with the way they hold you with so much desire.

Their touches are like flaming embers on your skin, their close attention is enough to make you erupt into flames. This is your first time with more than one partner, and the extra attentiveness is enough to have you both nervous and elated at the same time.

Once the door to your bedroom creaks open, Jimin presses a quick peck to your swelling lips, “lay down for us baby,” he instructs. 

Dazed and dizzy with lust, you comply, shuffling onto all fours to get onto your silk pillows. You cheekily shake your ass with a giggle before turning around and laying down.

Taehyung and Jimin share a look of pure ardour, their gazes fiery as they seemingly communicate telepathically on what they have planned for you. 

Your thighs clench involuntarily.

You don’t know who to keep your eyes on. The way Taehyung rounds the bed to get closer to your side, the way Jimin stays in front of you with his stare trapped on your heaving chest, or the strained bulges the two of them sport.

“Shit, Y/N I don’t think you know how fucking gorgeous you look right now,” Taehyung almost moans, leaning towards you to nuzzle his lips into your neck.

You happily let him press open, wet kisses along the length of your neck and collarbones, all while you keep an eye trained on Jimin. Teasingly, you trail a finger up the bare skin of your thigh, dragging the hem of your tight dress with it, “hmm I think I already know that,” comes your smug reply.

Taehyung nips at your neck, causing a breathy moan to escape your throat. His slender fingers delicately caress your throat, the warm ghost of his breath lingering on your neck, reddening with blossoming love bites.

Taehyung’s piercing eyes never leave your excited ones as he leads his hands towards the thin strap of your dress. He flicks it off of your shoulder with practiced precision, “let’s get you out of this fucking dress.”

Jimin presses himself into the bed, helping Taehyung with the removal of your dress. With two hands on your hips, Jimin pushes your dress up over your lace panties, a low whistle cooling over your exposed heat.

“Did you wear this for us baby?” he teases before releasing a guttural moan when he pushes your dress over your breasts.

“No bra?” Taehyung almost sneers, blowing cold air on your nipple and internally sighing at the perkiness of your breasts.

Biting your lip, you provoke the boys even further when you squeeze your breasts, the size of them so big that they spill out of the gaps between your fingers. “Are you guys gonna keep staring, or are we gonna fuck?”

“Trust me sweetheart, you’re not gonna be able to walk straight after we’re done with you”, Taehyung grumbles, and with a nod to directed to the man in front of you, Jimin hooks his thumbs under your pnties, pulling them off swiftly and attaching his plump lips straight to your unexpecting clit.

“Shit!,” you yelp, thighs acting on instinct, squeezing around Jimin’s busy head.

Jimin’s tongue is skilled as it circles and flicks deliciously on your buzzing clit. Using his index and middle finger, he spreads your folds apart making sure he tastes every part of you.

His mouth takes turns between sucking and tonguing at your fluttering bud, squeezing your eyes shut you moan, “oh God.”

Jimin stops momentarily, “that’s not my name but that’ll do,” he cheekily says, chin glistening with your essence. Jimin doesn’t stop there, he only does more. As Jimin’s mouth continues lapping at your heat, he brings the pad of his pointer finger to your entrance. Gently he prods until the length of his pointer finger slides completely into you.

The combination of Jimin’s fingers and mouth earns a loud moan from you to which Taehyung swallows as he crashes his lips to yours. “How does he make you feel?” Taehyung hushes, “tell him baby.”

When Taehyung releases his mouth from yours with a smack, a lazy grin spreads across your face, “Yoongi was better.”

A loud wet slap fills the room followed by your scream as Jimin slaps your pulsing clit. “Tae, I think something needs to shut that slutty mouth, don’t you think?”

Getting up into a kneeling position and unbuckling his belt, Taehyung sends you an intimidating face, “open your mouth, slut. I don’t wanna hear that bratty voice of yours unless it’s moaning around my cock.”

Delirious and extremely turned on, your jaw almost drops at the sheer size of Taehyung. His cock sits erect, blushing red at the tip and ready for your drooling mouth. You stick your tongue out, lashes fluttering prettily when Taehyung holds your chin with a sturdy grip. He guides his cock into your warm mouth and you happily hum around his tip when it finally settles onto your tongue.

Jimin watches the interaction with heated interest, his own member struggling under the tight denim he wears. 

“Fuck sweetheart, take it in just like that,” Taehyung throws his head back when you manage to slide his cock to the hilt of your throat. Gurgling around it, you maintain your gaze on the way he shuts his eyes in pleasure and furrows his brows when you swirl your tongue around his leaking head.

Releasing Taehyung’s cock from your mouth, you find Jimin entranced, his hand that was previously inside you palming at his jeans.

“Come here, Jimin,” you croak, continuing to stroke Taehyung’s pulsing length. Jimin makes his way to your left, watching you with his jaw slacked as you unbuckle his belt with one hand, and pleasure Taehyung with the other.

Jimin’s member springs out of the confinements of his boxers, pre cum begginging to drip. You tease him, licking the underside of his shaft and revel in the way his whole body shivers from that small touch alone.

Before Jimin even gets a chance to form a word, your mouth wraps around his length, bobbing up and down with the most lewd noises surrounding your bedroom walls.

You take turns with them, taking Taehyung back into your mouth as you stroke Jimin’s thick cock with a tight grip. “Fuck, Y/N this is so hot,” groans Jimin from above as he stares at the way you're so beautifully spread, your watery eyes wide and playful while you shamelessly handle and suck two cocks at once.

Watching two men crumble above you brought some kind of power. Even though they towered over you, you held the capacity to make them fall just from your hands and mouth. The sight of both of them in absolute euphoria pushed another wave of desire onto your centre.

“Look at you, so pretty. I bet that pussy is feeling a little lonely huh?” Taehyung pants. He sticks two fingers in his mouth, covering them in his spit before bringing them to your abandoned clit. You moan delightfully around Jimin, your legs slightly raising off the mattress at the slow and satisfying way Taehyung circles his fingers around your heat.

“I think this pussy is ready to be filled, you’re so wet, I bet I could slide right in. Isn’t that right sweetheart?”

You nod, hands still wrapped around both boys, drool spilling from your lips “yes! Please fuck me.”

“Ah, she’s begging now Jimin,” Taehyung snickers.

“Do you think she deserves it?” Jimin questions, “I think we should show her how much better we are with our tongues than Yoongi.”

“You’re right Jimin, I’m sick and tired of listening to Yoongi boasting about his stupid tongue technology or whatever the fuck he calls it,” Taehyung spits tugging your wrist of his cock and moving towards your dripping centre, Jimin following his lead.

“Say Y/N, have you ever had two tongues on you?” Taehyung asks, prying your rubbing thighs open.

“N-no,” you stutter, and you swear a more of your essence gushes out at the sight of two heads peering up at you from your thighs.

“Fuck, what a pretty pussy,” Taehyung groans, leaving a trail on kisses onto your thighs with Jimin spreading open your lips again watching the way it glistens under the warm light of your room.

You don’t know who dives in first, all you know is that you have never felt pleasure quite like this before. The sounds of hungry slurps and low groans enter your ears like a sweet melody, your breath becomes ragged and heavy at the sight of their tongues overlapping over each other, fighting for a taste of you like you’re their last meal.

“Oh my- fuck!” you squeal at the feeling of two fingers entering into you in addition to the fast flickering of a tongue.

Spreading your legs even further to make room for the two boys, you throw your head into your pillow. You feel a fire brew into your stomach, your hips continuously bucking up into their faces only for Jimin to forcefully push you down by the hip bones before attacking your centre with more ferocity.

“I-I’m gonna cum, holy shit!” comes your scream, and the two boys between your thighs continue at their pace, Taehyung with his long, slender fingers pumping in and out of you, his mouth sharing the sweetness of your heat with Jimin’s plump lips.

Your orgasm overtakes you, your hands gripping their hair as you let out a joyful moan. Your chest heaves and you feel dizzy staring down at the two handsome men that stare up at you in awe.

“Fuck that was hot,” Jimin laugh, pushing his hair back to reveal his forehead dotting with sweat.

“Don’t tell Yoongi. That was definitely better,” you tiredly whimper. Taehyung pinches your thigh getting up to hover over you and peck your pouting lips, “I’m telling Yoongi.”

“How are you feeling?” Jimin asks, tucking the sticky strands of your hair away from your face. “I feel so fucking good,” you gleam.

“Good because we’re not done with you. Turn around for me baby.”

Jimin holds your hips, assisting you to turn over while Taehyung lays where you once were, his pants discarded, cock standing proudly.

You find yourself settled on Taehyung’s lap, your wet slit pressed against his pelvis. “What do you have planned now?” you sweetly ask.

From behind you Jimin places a kiss on your temple, your cheek, and then your lips. Sliding his tongue into your mouth, your kiss with Jimin begins to get heated quickly. You crane your neck to get a deeper taste of him while Taehyung rubs circles on your naked waist, watching the two of you with hunger behind his eyes.

Jimin’s hands wander down to your plump ass, massaging it in his hands. He releases from your lips, looking down at where his hands hold you. “Have you ever been filled up here?” Jimin asks.

“Where?” you dumbly reply.

Jimin spreads your cheeks apart, sucking on his pointer finger before it circles around your tight hole, “here,” he motions.

You unintentionally clench, “yeah, Namjoon has. Didn’t he tell you?”

You’re met with a sharp slap against your ass cheek, the skin already reddening from Jimin’s swift hand. He tuts, “I thought we got rid of that brattiness.”

“Well, you haven’t fucked me well enough- ugh!” your argumentative tone cuts into a moan when Taehyung grabs your tits and offers them a slap.

“Haven’t fucked you well enough huh? Say that again after we fuck you in both of your holes.” Taehyung’s words have you reeling with eagerness, his hands positioning you over his cock and helping you sink down onto him

“Fuck, you’re big,” you sigh, placing your hands atop of Taehyung’s as he grips your waist tightly. 

You roll your hips, adjusting yourself to his size before Jimin roughly pushes you, your chest pressed firmly against Taehyung’s

“Since someone’s already fucked this slutty hole, I guess I don’t need to be gentle with it huh?” Jimin rumbles, spitting onto your ass hole and using two fingers to gently pry it open.

Taehyung remains inside of your pussy watching over the top of your head as Jimin slowly pushes the tip of his cock into your ass. Jimin watches your reaction, checks for any discomfort, though when you whimper out in pleasure, securely hold your ass coaxing his length into you, your sweet moans of joy luring him on.

“Oh my fucking God, I feel so full,” you almost scream. You breathe in Taehyung scent, the boys completely still though you feel every twitch and pulse of their cocks inside of you.

You push up slightly, your tits perfectly settled in front of Taehyung as you say to both of them, “fuck me please.”

The pleasure your body possesses is unimaginable. The way you feel so entirely stuffed and full makes you dizzy.

From below Taehyung bucks up into you all while his hands and mouth busy themselves with your tits. He never takes his eyes off you while his mouth takes in your nipple, revelling in how goergeous you look absolutely fucked out.

Jimin is just as messy, thrusting his cock into your ass so hard his skin slaps against yours loud and clear. You whine into the air at the perfect rhythm at which Jimin and Taehyung thrust into you. 

Taehyung thrusts, then Jimin, and this continuous feeling of never being empty has your legs quivering.

Hiding your tear-stained face into Taehyung’s neck, you mewl out a cry, “I’m gonna cum soon.”

Taehyung’s arms wrap around your back pulling you tighter against his chest so he can maintain his hard pace, “yeah sweetheart? You gonna cum for us?”

Jimin huddles in closer,. Practically laying on top of you as his thrusts begin to get more sloppy, “you’re gonna cum with us, ok baby?”

“Oh!” comes your reply, for you have no thoughts circling your brain, just pure rapture. “I’m cumming!” you finally cry, diving into the explosive fire in your belly that takes control of your whole body.

You lay limp, panting hard as the two men continue to find their euphoria, their low animalist grumbles roaring loudly in your ears. You’re so caught up in the moment, you jolt in surprise at the sheer amount of cum that enters your body.

“Fuck!”

“Shit!”

You feel the hot air of their panting surrounding you like dessert wind and you smile with satisfaction.

Jimin pulls out globs of his cum dribbling out of your asshole and onto Taehyung’s cock where he still resides in you.

“Look at you, Y/N. Gorgeous.”

Taehyung pulls out soon after, and just like Jimin, his cum oozes out like cream. “You okay?” Taehyung quietly asks, smoothing your wild hair down.

Jimin joins Taehyung’s side, looking at you with adoration. “I’m better than fine,” you croak sleepily, making the boys laugh cutely.

“Let’s clean you up,” Jimin announces, locating your bathroom to grab a few towels as your eyes begin to get droopy.

Jeon Jungkook has definitely had his fair share of angry phone calls.

Majority of them happen to come from the many women Jungkook had slept with. Why you may ask? Well, because Jungkook has a terrible habit of making empty promises. Promising whispers of staying the night and waking up to cuddles and breakfast, only for these women to wake up to an empty bed of lies.

This angry phone call however, was a complete outlier from the rest.

“Hello, Sana?”

There’s a deep sigh followed by a small sniffle that makes Jungkook hold his breath.

“Can you come over please?”

Jungkook stills like a sim waiting for its next instruction before realising he hasn't replied when Sana lets out another sigh. Though this time she’s clearly frustrated.

“Uh, you want me to come over right now?”

Her reply is quick and fierce, “Yes! Why are you busy or something?”

Jungkook slowly leans towards the small opening of his bedroom door to peer out at you lazily blowing stray strands of hair out of your face. It brings a warm grin to his lips.

“Sana, I- I’m sort of in the middle-”

Again, her reply comes quick, “Jungkook, I need you.”

Jeon Jungkook is a weak, weak man, and before he knows it, he’s flying out of his dorm, completely missing the way your whole body drops.

Sana’s face is flawless, not a single smudge of makeup or hair out of place. It’s definitely not the sight Jungkook expected judging from the muffled sniffles he had heard earlier. It makes Jungkook wonder the true reason as to why he was asked to come over.

Sana doesn’t beat around the bush the second Jungkook steps foot in her apartment. “What are you doing?”

Jungkook scratches his head, “You asked me to come over? Did I do something wrong?”

She scoffs in reply, hands on her hips and a perfectly shaped brow condescendingly raises. “Listen, I know what I said the other day, but I didn’t expect you to go off with her of all people.”

An awkward pause fills the room along with a rising tension that becomes more and more suffocating as the seconds tick by.

“Are you serious right now Jungkook?” Sana rolls her eyes heading towards her desk where her phone lays.

Jungkook remains confused and slightly irritated by the loud clicking of Sana’s pointy acrylic nails against her phone screen. He quickly tries to wrack his brain of any terrible actions he has done recently however, nothing comes up. That is until Sana’s bright screen is pushed towards his face and a grainy picture of you and Jungkook burns his retinas.

Oh, so that’s what she’s mad about.

Jungkook remembers when the photo was taken. He remembers how he so unwittingly grabbed your hand. He remembers how your fingers fit so perfectly in his, your small fingers gripping his tightly. “How did you get that photo?”

Jungkook jumps at the sudden shriek, “Ugh! That’s the first thing you ask? Really!?”

Sana rarely ever irritates Jungkook even when she can be overdramatic and unreasonable. So why has her mere presence suddenly become suffocating?

“Why are you so upset? You’re the one who wanted to stop this...” Jungkook starts, motioning wildly with his hands. “...This complicated friendship.”

She scoffs, breaking the intense eye contact they share because she knows he’s right but is too proud to lose this fight. So she changes tactics, like she usually does because it always works on Jungkook, because she has Jungkook wrapped around her pretty little finger.

“I just didn’t think you’d get over me this easily,” she croaks, voice changing as she begins to fan her face to stop any oncoming tears that may spill out of her misting eyes.

Something feels different, Jungkook can feel it. There is no sudden tug at his heartstrings, no sudden urge to comfort and cuddle her because now Jungkook can finally see right through her act.

How has he let himself become blind to her actions for so long?

“Sana stop, you’re being really immature right now,” Jungkook firmly says as he takes a step back towards her door, and it's that small movement that triggers something red and livid within Sana’s small frame.

She moves with slow and controlled motions, her hands slowly and sensually trailing up Jungkook’s toned chest. She takes one step closer, and then another all while she flutters her wispy lashes innocently in a way she knows will make him crumble. It's her last resort.

Jungkook's eyes widen as he watches his world suddenly move in slow motion. He watches Sana lean onto her tippy toes, her glossy lips puckering up to Jungkook’s stern grimace.

It’s Jungkook’s turn to sigh when he turns his head away from her and gently places his hands on her shoulders as a means to reject her next move.

“Sana,” he breathes out, “what are you doing?”

It's then Sana realises she's lost her very first battle with Jungkook, and she won’t lie, it infuriates her.

Sana keeps her distance while her once dazzling eyes turn into fiery slits. “You’ve changed, you know. Ever since you started hanging out with Jin and the rest of those idiots you never have time for me anymore,” she spits bitterly.

Jungkook’s stomach flips, but not in a way it usually does when he’s around Sana. Jungkook’s stomach flips with anger and alarm. “Don’t say that about my friends.”

Jungkook hates the way she rolls her eyes at him, but he soon finds this hatred growing the second her next sentence hisses out of her venom laced tongue. “I miss the old you, you were so easy. Whatever happened to that Jungkook, hmm?”

Jungkook feels like a fool. The realisation and humiliation hits him at full force, and although he towers over the petite girl in front of him, he is small, powerless.

His next words come out shaky, his throat burns like it's wrapped in barbed wire. “I’m not you’re fucking puppet that you can control Sana.” His vision blurs as his fists clench tightly, “Did you really think of me that way all this time?”

Sana laughs, high pitched and bubbly. It’s sweet as well as sickening. “Newsflash Jungkook! I built you. You would be nothing without me.” She scans his frame menacingly, “did you really think you would become this popular on your own?”

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“I’m done,” Jungkook states, way too calm for someone who just realised their friendship has been built on manipulation and lies.

“Yeah? Get out then,” she huffs back, a hard scowl set on her face.

Jungkook turns on his heel and does just that.

Pretty pastel pink icing oozes out of the flimsy piping bag clutched between your hands. The shade is cute, though the swirl you attempted to make was not. You frown.

You won’t lie, you’re still a little sensitive about how Jungkook left you. Granted, your place in his life is non-existent. You’re not his girlfriend, not a close friend. You’re merely an acquaintance that just got too close. So why have you begun yearning for his presence despite the way he treated you so unpleasantly?

“How is my little baker doing- oh God that is ugly.”

A scowl instantly forms onto your face as you stare up at Jin’s disapproving eyes. “Sure, this is your first time decorating cupcakes, but that’s like the fifth one! Surely, you would’ve improved by now.”

Putting down the so-called ‘ugly’ cupcake, you continue to send Jin a deathly stare. “Thanks Jin, you’re really helpful.”

“Ah, I should’ve kept a closer eye on you,” he tsks, “you’ve wasted my precious icing on these hideous-”

Rolling your eyes for the nth time, you pick up a nice, hefty glob of icing onto your finger and rub it into Jin’s expensive Louis Vuitton shirt. You laugh wildly when he yelps, eyes flickering to his shirt and back to you before running to the closest bathroom all while yelling curses your way.

Breaking off a chunk of your cupcake and stuffing it into your mouth, you hear a shuffle behind you followed by two warm hands on your shoulders.

You're surprised by the bright boxy smile and sweet greeting that meets you. “I didn’t know you were here,” Taehyung says, engulfing you in a lung crushing hug which would be entirely uncomfortable if it weren't for the way he sweetly rubs your back and places his chin right on top of your head.

“I didn’t know you were here either,” you reply before further questioning, “wait, why are you here?”

“I was trying to study but my roommate is too loud, and the library is crowded.” He ruffles his fluffy hair slowly like he’s frustrated, and your eyes subtly follow the movement, “plus have you seen Jin’s study room It’s fucking beautiful.”

“Oh my gosh it is! And he never uses it!” you exclaim, turning around to offer Taehyung one of your decorated cupcakes.

Taehyung takes it without hesitation, breaking off a small piece to pop into his mouth. “Mmmm”, he hums, “did you make these?”

“Nah Jin made them obviously, but I did decorate them,” you say proudly, “though Jin said my icing skills are ugly.”

Taehyung studies the swirl you made, shaking his head slightly, “no, they're cute!” he exclaims brightly to which you return with a wide grin. “But, they're definitely not as cute as the person who made them,” Taehyung winks at you, his lips dropping into a smirk.

You look away, embarrassed by his teasing while Taehyung uses your shyness as an opportunity to boop your nose with an icing smothered finger.

Gasping at the sudden interference, you push Taehyung’s shoulder, turning back around to find the piping bag and get your revenge.

Predicting your next move, Taehyung is quick on his feet, running away from your wicked grin. However, Taehyung’s legs are long, so long that it’s quite difficult to catch him. “Taeeee,” you whine out as you attempt to chase after his giggling form.

He stops with a huff and bends down just for you to swipe his nose with sticky icing. “You got me,” he hums lowly, staring intently into your eyes.

Now that Taehyung is leveled with your face, you can’t help but let your eyes flicker down to his lips. He licks them out of habit and you're reminded of the time your own lips had met his.

God, girl get a grip!

“Okay, what the fuck is this,” you jump, gazing at Jin from the corner of your eye as he walks towards the two of you. Taehyung remains smug, throwing an arm around your shoulders, while you keep an awkward smile plastered on your face.

Jin squints at the sight dressed in a new but just as expensive shirt before going back to baking. You’ll never understand why he chooses to bake in such expensive clothes. Damn trust fund babies.

You breathe out looking up to find Taehyung already looking down at you, mouth opening to ask, “do you have any classes today?”

You shake your head, “do you have something planned?”

A cheeky grin spreads across his handsome face when he replies, “there’s a new bar that just opened up and I was wondering if you wanted to check it out with me.”

You just about agree excitedly before a cough interrupts your glee, “don't make plans while i'm right here assholes,” Jin grumbles.

You and Taehyung giggle forgetting that you were in fact inside of Jin’s home. Taehyung dramatically bows, gesturing towards Jin, “well, would you like to come with us?”

Jin hums satisfied, “we should invite the others, I’ll text the group chat.”

A puddle of anxiety begins brewing in the pit of your stomach. “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Taehyung murmurs, cheeks stuffed with the rest of his cupcake.

“Who are you inviting?” you ask, though deep inside you know what the answer will be.

“Don’t worry I'm sure Jieun will come, which means Yoongi will be invited,” Taehyung voices thinking off the top of his head. “Uhh Jimin will probably come and I think maybe Jungkook?”

You simply nod, the excitement manifesting into something sour as you let your thoughts wonder.

If Sana hadn’t interrupted, what would've happened? Would you have gone all the way, or would you replay that same night you first met?

Your indecisiveness truly frustrates you and it seems like Taehyung has picked up on your change in mood.

Taehyung’s voice is gentle, “what’s got you looking glum all of a sudden hmm?” Taehyung has always been great at picking up when there’s a change in your mood. It’s comforting and is one of your favourite quirks about him.

You shrug, “nothing, just thinking.”

“You wanna talk about it,” he coaxes, stepping closer to create a more comforting atmosphere.

You offer him a smile to cool down his concern, “nah, it’s ok, I’m probably gonna go back to my dorm now and get ready, text me the details?”

He mirrors your smile, “yeah sure, no problem, I’ll see you.”

You give him one more soft glance and shut the door behind you.

Deep bass rumbles through your body while bright neon lasers point in every direction like some sort of low budget spy movie.

The steamy air around you clings onto your skin and warms you up quick as you search for your group of friends. Drunk strangers bump into with slurred apologies flying your way as you approach the booth your friends sit at.

The wild atmosphere of the club would have made it extremely difficult to spot them if it weren't for Jimin performing a wild lap dance for an unbothered Yoongi who lazily sips on his drink with a giggling Jieun attached to his side.

Jieun immediately spots you, jumping from Yoongi’s embrace to bring you into a tight hug. “Y/N! I missed you soooo much,” she screams drunkenly into your ear as she peppers little kisses around your face.

Her kisses tickle making you throw your head back in laughter before turning into a sharp yelp when she pulls on your hand to lead you to the others.

Taehyung is second to greet you, wrapping his long arms around your shoulders, “long time no see,” he jokes. Rolling your eyes, you playfully push his shoulder before waving at Yoongi and Jimin.

Shuffling towards the round table, you aim to sit next to Taehyung though Jieun sends you a sly wink as she forcefully pushes you down towards the opposite seat.

Jieun’s actions had a purpose and it comes to you when your shoulders collide with Jungkook’s sturdy ones.

His cologne wavers to you and it is a reminder of his warmth, his home, and also the rejection you felt when he kicked you out.

Jungkook pauses in his conversation with Jin, a nervous uneasy smile etched on his face. “Hi?” he croaks, but it comes out like a question more than a greeting.

From the corner of your eye you spot Jieun discreetly smirking at your flustered state. Yes, you were flustered, but not for the reason Jieun seems to be theorising.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you finally mumble.

If anyone can sense the thick tension between you and Jungkook they don’t mention it.

“How are you?” he starts, opening the conversation gently.

Well, you’re hurt, confused, and at the same time you don’t even think you should be feeling this way about Jungkook considering the absurdity of your relationship.

You internally shake those thoughts away, “I’m doing alright, how about you?”

Jungkook nods, “Yeah, I’m okay, uh,” he pauses, breaking eye contact to look down at his fidgeting fingers. “I actually wanted to apologise for-”

“Jungkook! Get your ass over here!” Jimin abruptly yells, motioning to a line of tequila shots.

Jungkook sends a thumbs up as if to tell Jimin, ‘I’ll be there in a minute’ before looking back at you to continue his sentence.

Despite the chaotic stream of neon lights that flicker around the club, you remain a sight for sore eyes.

Your makeup is natural, a dab of blush here and a little line of eyeliner there. Your hair is out and slightly curled at the ends complimenting your pretty collarbones accentuated by thin straps of your dress.

Jungkook is so lost in you that he has failed to pick up on the bored expression on your face. It makes him stumble terribly with his words.

With a slight eye roll you stop him, “Jungkook it’s fine go over there, I’m gonna go get myself some drinks as well.”

You don’t give him enough time to reply, getting up quickly in search of something to drink.

A sigh flutters past Jungkook’s lips and he gets up leaving an awkward tension that disperses between Jin, Jieun, and Yoongi.

Yoongi speaks up for the first time that night, “anyone else notice how weird that was?”

Jieun and Jin simply glare.

You make your way to an empty barstool. One that is far from where Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook down shots like its water.

You also order yourself a few tequila shots in hopes of easing the tension that stiffens your body. The burn stings though it's worth it when you begin to feel more loose and less like someone with a stick up their ass.

You down one more shot before deciding you should head back, the bartender however settles a pretty pink cocktail in front of you.

Confused, you flag down the bartender, “uh sorry, I didn’t order this.”

The bartender points at a lone man who sits four seats away from you, “that man over there bought it for you.”

Scrunching your brows you look towards the man who had supposedly bought you a drink and quietly thank the bartender. The mysterious man meets your gaze and gets up from his seat to make his way over to you.

You still. The man is definitely way older than you, his hair is dark, speckled with grey strands and a glittering Rolex on his wrist.

You crane your neck up towards his gleaming grin, “are you alone, sweetheart?” he says sickly sweet with a soft caress to your hand.

You laugh nervously, pulling your hand away from his hold. He notices, raising a brow and sitting down beside you.

“No, I’m here with my friends, speaking of which I should probably get back to,” you voice hesitantly, an uneasy smile settling on your lips. You slide off your stool nodding your head towards him, “thank you for the drink sir.”

Before you can make your escape, he moves swiftly grabbing your waist harshly. “You know, pretty girls like you should be more thankful. How ‘bout you sit and talk with me for a while?”

You don’t like his tone, the greasy smirk on his face, and the way his hand tightens around you. Twisting in his grip you place your hand on his fingers that continue to hold you with an iron grip.

“With all due respect, just because you bought me a drink doesn’t mean I owe you anything in return,” you proclaim, though it seems he does not like your reply.

“Now, now,” he laughs menacingly, “don’t be a fucking bitch.”

His quick change of tone from sweetness to anger sets alarm bells in your head.

Where was that damn bartender?

You realise you can’t get away from him by being sweet, so you stand your ground, grabbing his wrist just as hard as he holds you.

“Let go of me,” you raise your voice, grabbing the attention of a few other people.

He doesn’t, obviously. He only pulls you closer towards you, whispering into your ear, “hmm? Let go of you? What are you gonna do?”

The husk in his voice is repulsive making you squirm in his hold. Your fear only feeds his desire, his twisted grin staring down at you.

You stare at the people around you, and although some see your situation they are not brave enough to interfere. Or rather they're too drunk to realise what is really going on.

You shut your eyes for a second, a burn of panic rising in your chest. However, the second your eyes blink open, they are not met with an evil face, but a storming Jungkook that has noticed your frazzled state.

You’ll admit, you’re not too pleased with him right now, but as you feel your panic settling, you’re glad Jungkook of all people has noticed the danger you’re in.

With all the strength you could muster you break out of the man’s hold, ready to finally flee. It’s then an unexpected warmth latches onto your waist and pulls you to the side.

The hand is gentle, not at all like how the man treated you, but it isn’t Jungkook that gets to you first. It’s Taehyung who stands tall and protective in front of you.

“Sir, I believe you’re making her uncomfortable, if you could please leave her be we won’t have any issues,” Taehyung presses calmly, not wanting to aggravate the man before you.

“This your little boyfriend sweetheart?” the man sneers, examining Taehyung’s frame. You can tell Taehyung is ready to throw a punch no matter the consequences his actions may cause.

You intertwine your fingers with Taehyung’s, letting him know that you’re okay and that he doesn’t need to result to violence because the man was simply not worth the hassle

Jungkook closely watches the interaction with steady eyes. He can’t help but think he could have been in Taehyung’s position if he was fast enough. But would you even hold him?

Jungkook wasn’t oblivious to the boredom written on your face earlier. He knows it has something to do with how he had left you in such a hurry. He needs to clear it up with you, after all he has become quite fond of you.

The man gets up, puffing out his chest to square up to Taehyung. His attempts to assert dominance are embarrassing as Taehyung towers over him, his fire-filled eyes looking down with disgust.

The man scoffs, sharp eyes locking you down, “next time tell your bitch not to wear such slutty dresses if she doesn't wanna get hit on.”

You swear you see Jungkook’s jaw tick and his hand curl up into a fist. You signal to let the man be while simultaneously tightening your grip on Taehyung’s hand. Let him go, It’ll be better this way, you tell them with your eyes.

The older man takes off in a frustrated manner, pushing people aside. Letting out an anxiety filled breath, Taehyung envelopes you in a safe hug.

You breathe him in, feeling the presence of several other people next to you. Jieun instantly wraps her arms around you and holds your face in her hands, examining your expression. “Oh my God Y/N, are you ok? I should’ve come with you,” she coos, bringing you into another hug.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just glad it didn’t escalate,” you muffle into her skin.

Jieun releases you as Jin hands you your purse and begins to move your group out of the building. It seems the night is over. You’re grateful. You’re tired.

Taehyung pushes Jungkook towards you with a chuckle, “you’re lucky Jungkook noticed you right away, I don't even want to think about what would've happened if we didn’t get there in time.”

Jungkook scratches his ear, shyly looking away from your curious gaze. Taehyung’s right, he was the one who noticed your distress, though he won’t admit it was because he couldn't take his eyes off you. Not even for a second. Your beauty has truly put a spell on him.

You keep a soft gaze on him waiting until his sparkly eyes meet yours again, and once they do you hum out a quiet, “thank you.”

He nods in response as you all continue to walk further and further away from the bar.

“Our Uber is here,” Yoongi announces, sparking the others to discuss their plans to travel home.

Jieun gently grabs your wrist pulling you into another one of her tender hugs. She releases you but continues to hold your hands lovingly, “do you want me to order you an Uber home?”

You shake your head, “No need, the walk here wasn’t too long, I’ll be fine.”

Your answer obviously doesn’t settle Jieun when she fires back protectively, “nope, I’m not letting you walk home alone after what happened tonight, just come with Yoongi and I.”

You reassure her once more that you’ll be fine just for her to whip out her phone to order you an Uber. A protest begins to spill out of your lips when Taehyung places a hand on Jieun's shoulder.

“Don’t worry Jieun, I’ll take Y/N home,” he assures, pointing a grin in your direction.

Wordlessly, you agree, saying your goodbyes to Jieun and Yoongi until Jin interrupts to pull Taehyung aside.

“Taehyung you’ve had way too much to drink, Y/N I’ll walk you home, come on,” Jin vocalises, motioning you over with a shake of his head.

If you’re being honest, you don’t mind who takes you home. Hell, you’re one second away from sprinting off and walking home alone because truly, all you really desired at this moment was to be under your warm blanket, sound asleep.

“What? Jinnnn,” Taehyung whines, causing you to roll your eyes and sigh. “I’ll walk Y/N home, I didn’t drink that much I swear.”

“Taehyung, you can’t even stand straight, in a few minutes you’ll end up like Jimin,” Jin snaps back.

Taehyung huffs looking over to a confused Jimin who stares up into the infinite night sky, his mind completely empty, and body swaying slightly. You too, stare at Jimin, holding in laugh as you watch him point into the abyss with a fretted Jungkook pulling on his sleeve.

It’s like Jimin knows someone is talking about him as his body suddenly snaps in Jin’s direction. “Jin, can I sleep in your bed tonight? I miss those satin sheets,” Jimin pouts, throwing himself onto Jin

Taehyung joins Jimin in their quest to smother Jin while you stifle the laughs that so desperately want to tumble out.

“Oh for crying out loud! Would you two get off me so I can sort everything out” Jimin and Taehyung giggle amongst themselves, and you too would join them if it weren’t for the sudden words that utter out of Jungkook’s mouth.

“I can take Y/N home.”

The sound of crickets and the faint hum of lively music is the only thing filling the unanticipated silence.

All eyes fall onto you, waiting for your answer.

Your answer does not come quick enough according to Jungkook when he backtracks bashfully. “You don’t have to say yes, I didn’t drink much, so I just thought-”

Holding his fidgeting hands lightly, you stop his rambling, “yeah sure you can walk home with me. I don’t mind your company.”

The way Jimin slaps Taehyung’s chest in disbelief makes you want to curl up in embarrassment so you hide it by burying your face into Jin’s chest as you say your goodbyes.

Before releasing you from his grip he leans down to whisper, “text me when you get home ok?” You nod silently, squeezing him to finalise your goodbye before moving on to Taehyung and Jimin.

The two give you the dorkiest smirks, raising their eyebrows suggestively. Rolling your eyes, you hug them goodbye and wait for Jungkook to join your side.

From the corner of your eye you spot Jin whispering into Jungkook’s ear. Jin locks Jungkook down with stern eyes and furrowed brows, Jungkook nods with genuine earnestness before Jin pats his back, sending him off towards you.

There’s a small quirk that raises at the corner of his lips. It’s a quirk that asks if you’re all set to go, and with one final wave to Jin and the two buffoons that hang off his shoulders, you start your walk with Jeon Jungkook.

You don’t really know what to say at first, totally content with listening to the sound of concrete against the soles of your shoes. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook has a lot on his mind when it comes to you.

He hums softly, grabbing your attention. “I really want to apologise for leaving you so impolitely the other night.”

You only bow your head, waiting for his explanation before you decide if he deserves forgiveness.

“It was Sana that was on the phone,” he sighs, “I’m guessing you know our history and how much she means to me. She has some supernatural pull on me that always has me at her beck and call.”

Jungkook pauses and you let him. He’s a deep thinker, an observer. Although he adores a crowd around him, he’s completely himself when he’s quiet and alone with the space to think.

“I guess it came to bite me back in the ass.” He chuckles, but it's dry, sarcastic, lacking all humour.

You chime in, “what do you mean?”

Jungkook looks straight ahead, closing his eyes for a brief moment that makes you think you have crossed the line. “I didn’t mean to pry or anything, you just seem upset,” you reason.

Jungkook offers a smile. It’s not a happy smile, it’s sad yet warm and you want nothing more than to hug him and shake off that lingering sadness.

“No, no. I would like to talk about my feelings more. Jin always told me that it’s not shameful to talk about my feelings, and you always make me feel welcome too.” Jungkook looks at you with his round doe eyes, his smile shedding small hints of his previous melancholy.

His soft spoken words make your heart sing and your stomach swirl with warmth, “Jin’s absolutely right, whoever told you it was shameful or embarrassing to bottle up your feelings is a loser.”

He laughs at your remark, his nose scrunching up cutely, You inwardly coo at the action while something within your heart soars with adoration.

“Yeah, that person is someone I realised isn’t worth my time anymore, I guess my friendship with her kind of ended today?”

You already know who he’s referring to, and the thought of all the things she has dragged Jungkook through brings new feelings of disgust. “I’m so sorry Jungkook, that must’ve been really difficult for you to go through.”

You stop your walking to hug him. The action doesn’t surprise Jungkook, it only strengthens his fondness for you and the new friendship the two of you seem to be creating.

Jungkook squeezes you like you’re about to leave him all alone, and it's this action that makes you notice something. Hugging each other is something the two of you seem to do a lot. It's almost like your own personal love language. The action is a universal sign that you’ll be ok, because at the end of the day you have each other.

“I feel like the universe brought us together in the most absurd circumstances,” Jungkook mumbles in your hair.

Giggling softly, you look up at him with affection and Jungkook mirrors your grin tenderly. To any outsider the two of you look like a happy couple relishing in their sickening love. For a moment you believe that it's true. What would it be like to date Jeon Jungkook?

He doesn’t have a clean record in the dating scene. That fact alone is enough to scare you, but the way he holds you gives you an insight on what Jeon Jungkook could possibly be like as a boyfriend.

These thoughts are way out of pocket and you release him with a shudder, missing the way he deflates at the lack of your hold. “I live right there in that building,” you point, still trying to shake off the Jeon Jungkook flavoured thoughts running through your mind.

“Oh,” Jungkook didn’t even realise how fast the time flew by. That seems to happen alot with you and maybe that’s a good thing.

You stumble a little, when you say, “goodnight Jungkook, and thank you again for tonight.”

Once again, you are brought into a hug. Jungkook hides his pout while he savours your presence, your smell, you.

Jungkook doesn’t want to let go of you, not right now. Not when he feels so good, so secure, so safe.

He swears it's an accident when he murmurs, “can I kiss you?”

You’re stunned.

Should you? Things are moving too fast and your heart flutters all too violently when you’re around him. But maybe those flutters are a good sign.

You won’t lie, you’re protective of your heart, it can only go through so much before it breaks completely. But maybe Jeon Jungkook is a risk your indecisive heart has space to take.

So, you kiss him.

He gasps cutely into your mouth like he expected you to say no. You hold his face delicately while hands hold you securely around the waist.

His breath is hot when he sneaks his tongue past your lips and you melt, moving your hands to tug on the small curls at the back of his neck.

He kisses you like he has to prove something to you, his soft lips dipping down to meet your hungry ones, his hands holding onto you tighter with want.

Moaning into him, you seperate, leaning your forehead against his to take a breather. Jungkook pants back against you, closing his eyes as you continue to play with his hair.

“Goodnight, Jungkook,” you whisper, looking closely at all the small details of his face.

He shakes his head, holding you more fiercely. “Can I have one more kiss?”

You throw your head back, soft giggles tumbling out, “I'll see you later Jungkook,” you say waving bye as you walk up the stairs to your apartment.

Jungkook lets you go, watching you get into your apartment safely. He waits a couple minutes before looking up into the stars, whispering a quiet “fuck.”

Taglist (CLOSED) a/n: sorry if you asked to be tagged and are not in the taglist, tumblr wouldn't let me tag some accounts :(

A sigh flies out of your mouth like wind through a window and you’re shucking off your glasses in an instant. Hoseok’s texts bringing back a flurry of memories that you wish to forget.

“Do you need help with your essay again?”

Your eyes are strained when they try to focus on Taehyung, your shoulders shrug in defeat. “No, I’m fine. It’s just-”

Taehyung knows immediately, he is your best friend after all. “Let me guess, It’s Hoseok isn’t it?” 

You slump in your seat while a pout is cutely drawn onto your face, you nod with dismay. “I really like him Tae, and every time we see each other, It’s like the universe has it out for me and tries to make sure I embarrass myself in front of him.”

Taehyung shuts his laptop because he knows there's no use in trying to write an essay while you speak about your utterly tragic love life. He thinks about your situation for a minute before he speaks.

“Yes, you might’ve spilled your beer on him and accidentally punched him in the eye, more than once. But, if he’s still texting you he’s obviously still into you. It’s a good sign sweetheart.” Taehyung pats your hand across the coffee table, a comforting smile adorning his handsome face.

Taehyung doesn’t know the full extent of your problem and the more you think about it the more embarrassing it becomes. So you smile back at him uttering a small thank you before turning back to your laptop.

Taehyung raises a brow, “wait, wait, hang on, something is still bothering you.” 

You frown, “it’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung shuffles around the corner of the coffee table as if you’re about to tell him a secret, though it’s just the two of you in his small apartment. “Just tell me, it can’t be that bad.”

“Taehyung it is that bad.” You tilt your head at him, pulling up the sleeves of your sweater around your tiny fists. “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

Taehyung feigns shock at your words, his hands placed on his heart for dramatic effect. “I would never laugh, and frankly I’m offended you think that low of me.” 

You roll your eyes, turning your body more towards him, deciding it wouldn't hurt letting Taehyung know the thoughts plaguing your mind. “Well, you know how Hoseok and I have been kind of flirty lately, right?” He nods in understanding. 

“I can tell he wants more than that, you know? His touches are small but I know exactly what he’s suggesting, and don’t get me wrong, the feeling is completely mutual because trust me I want that too. Really bad.” 

Taehyung hums, interrupting your soon-to-be graphic rambling. “I totally get it Y/N. Now let’s stop beating around the bush so I can help you.”

If Taehyung were a girl, this would be so much easier. You curse your eight-year-old self who just had to become friends with a boy because God, how do you even start?

Taehyung is a patient man, always giving you space before helping you but, in this situation, you feel it’s best to just rip the band-aid off. Taehyung if you can read my mind, please don’t laugh at me.

“I’venevergivensomeoneablowjob.”

You speak so suddenly, Taehyung’s not so sure he heard you correctly. “Huh?”

“Goddammit Tae”, you rub and your temples and avoid his stare. “I’ve never given someone a blowjob!”

His eyes are wide. “Oh” 

You hide your face into the table while your body internally cringes. At least he didn’t laugh. “See! You do think it’s bad.”

“I’m just surprised to be honest”, he reassures, leaning back onto his palms, strong brows pulled together in thought. “Shit Y/N, have you really never sucked a dick before?”

Sure, you’ve had sex many times (most of which have been extremely disappointing) but, it seems that most of your hookups want to get straight into fucking. No foreplay, no nothing. Just unseasoned, pleasureless fucking.

A groan rumbles out of your throat, “It just never happened! They were all about that hump and dump lifestyle I guess.”

Taehyung is utterly baffled at your statement. In Taehyung’s books, It is compulsory to treat every women like a queen. Preparing and edging them the perfect amount of times to see them crumble so sensually by his very doing. To Taehyung, seeing a woman cry out his name from experiencing the most explosive, leg-shaking orgasm was always his favourite part.

This is why Taehyung is absolutely shattered for you. “So, you’re also telling me no one has ever eaten you out?” You miserably nod, “that’s actually fucking evil!”

His words do not ease you one bit as you throw your head onto the seat behind you. “The way you say it makes me feel even worse. This is the sole reason why I run away from Hoseok and make a fool out of myself.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, the air floating around carrying an awkward silence. You don’t really care and you don’t expect Taehyung to think of a solution. Plus, you’re already embarrassed enough.

You might as well leave and ask one of your girlfriends for help, maybe finish your essay while you’re at it. You sigh, shutting your laptop and stacking your books together. 

However, the next sentence that flies out of Taehyung’s mouth makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“I think I’ve figured out how I can help you.”

Wiggling back into a comfortable seating position, you lean into Taehyung with interest. “And how might you help me, dear Taehyung?”

He eyes you nervously, his fingers fiddling with his chunky rings, “You trust me, right?”

You smile, “yeah, of course, you’re my best friend Tae.”

An exhale puffs out of his mouth. “Why not practice on me?”

You almost choke on your spit. You definitely did not expect him to say that. “Could you repeat that please?”

A new glint of mischief sparkles in his eye. “Why not let me teach you how to give Hoseok the blowjob of his life and in return, I’ll eat you out”

Your brain is having a meltdown. 

“You’re fucking crazy”, you wail. “You actually want me to suck your dick?”

He brings his hands up in defence, “I think we should normalize giving head to your friends as practice, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. Think about it, you get to learn and cum at the same time.”

You won’t lie to yourself, the proposal is tempting and in all honesty, Taehyung is hot as fuck. You will forever thank the Gods above for blessing you with the delicious sight that is your best friend. However, the proposition puts you in an odd spot.

Apprehensive about your thoughts, you state your unease, “I-I don’t know Taehyung, don’t you think this might ruin our friendship?” An exhale, “have you seriously thought of me that way?”

Taehyung chuckles, it’s deep and totally unexpected to your question. “Sweetheart, there are many things that go on inside my head involving you. And to answer your question, they’re not completely innocent.”

A startled gasp is ripped from your throat and your stomach flutters with a dangerous mix of nervousness, thrill and dare you say arousal.

Never in your life would you have imagined Kim Taehyung, your best friend since grade school, seeing you in such an inviting way. To make matters worse, It was intimidating to think about his fair share of experience and the long line of women backing up the fact that Taehyung was indeed some sort of sex demon.

Of course, you felt the same way. How could you not! The man was practically an incarnation of a Greek God. Broad sturdy shoulders that sat atop thick muscular thighs, and how could you forget his gorgeous fingers.

You’d die before you admit it, but there have been many nights where you have found yourself thinking about what his pretty long fingers could do to you. Those nights always ended with a mess of your sheets and a wetness between your thighs. It was your dirty little secret, however, it seems Taehyung also had some of his own.

His sharp eyes storm with darkness when he speaks, “don’t lie Y/N, I know you’ve had some dirty thoughts about me up in that pretty little head of yours.”

Pink blossoms over your cheeks like wildfire because he’s so terrifyingly right. “I don’t even need to touch you sometimes, one look and you’re a goner.” You gulp. “Look at you right now.” His gaze drops down to your thighs. “All my talking making you so needy, you need to clench your thighs to keep it together.”

He smiles, though it’s not his usual boxy, boyish smile. It’s dangerous and seductive almost smirking and shit when did he get so close to you? Your breathing is erratic and you have no idea how you could be so anxious yet so amorous at the same time. 

Your heart beats rapidly in your ears. “This is just for practice, right?”

Taehyung curses under his breath, “just for practice sweetheart.”

You don’t get to respond.

His lips are hesitant at first when they meet yours, yet his hands say the opposite. They start at your waist and tickle their way down to your stiff hands. Ever so gently, he pries them open, intertwining his long fingers with yours, and God, did his hands feel so right.

Your nerves dissipate slowly but surely as you allow him to explore your mouth with his skilful tongue. 

Much to Taehyung’s dismay, he finds you releasing your fingers from his own. Your hands flying to the nape of his neck, ultimately bringing him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Taehyung moans in delight when you tug at his long curls, you bite his lip in reply while lust paints your vision and dampens your panties.

Taehyung never knew he would miss the feeling of your lips against his when he painfully pushes himself away to situate himself comfortably on the couch. It was time for the lesson to begin.

You pout at the distance, trying to wiggle close until he motions for you to get into a particular position. Your insides swell with eagerness.

His voice is sweet and his hands are delicate when he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Get down on your knees for me sweetheart.” You obey immediately. He smirks at your sinking form. “Good girl.”

You swear right then and there your pussy had gained a working heartbeat at his words. The unfamiliar pulse thumping as if it were trying to break loose from the constraints of your sweatpants.

Your eyes are big and expectant, slowly drinking up the sight of Taehyung’s delicious figure seated above you. He sits on the couch like it’s his throne, legs spread to accompany your kneeling figure, and dominating stare pinning you down. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Wh-what do I do now?” You utter, making it known to Taehyung that he is in charge. He is in control.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, using a decorated pointer finger to hither your hands towards him. Hesitantly, you raise both hands, lightly placing them down on his thighs.

A click of his tongue makes its way to your ears and you know you’ve already made your first mistake. Taehyung’s brows furrow, it’s obvious you need to make the next move but your brain is fuzzy and flustered. 

He sighs at your confused silence, bringing your small hands onto his belt. Oh, you know what you’re supposed to do now.  

“I thought you were smarter than this, how else are you meant to get my dick out, hmm?” The blush across your cheeks has definitely spread profusely from his teasing. Its once peachy pink tone deepening into an embarrassing cherry red.

The buckle of his belt jingles under your fingertips as you nervously undo them. You’re apparently too slow for his liking, Taehyung finishing the job by pulling his belt off his pants, leaving you to stare down at the large bulge covered by the fabric of his tight jeans. You thought you had your nerves under control but the way your hands start to shake is an indication that this is real. You’re really about to suck your best friend off.

Ever the observant friend, Taehyung is quick to notice the slight shake in your fingers. “Wait, stop.”

You do as he says, quickly settling your palms back on the thickness of his covered thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this? your hands are shaking sweetheart.” His voice is laced with concern, a total switch to his previous words.

Clearing your throat you reply, “oh, no, no I’m fine.” You lock eyes. “I just want to make sure I’m doing good so I can be good for him.”

Possessiveness flares within Taehyung’s chest and he has no idea why. Although he doesn’t let it show, he can’t help the swell of his ego at the knowledge that he’s the first to get you like this. Not Hoseok. Him.

So, he grins his wide boxy grin, dragging a finger down your warm cheek. “Don’t worry darling, you’re in great hands”

The commanding smirk etched onto his lips sparks a surge of confidence through your veins, begging you to finally touch him.

With a tug of your small hands, Taehyung’s constricting jeans are pried off the taut muscle of his thighs and are left to pool around his ankles. The excitement of finally being able to suck dick coursing through your body like lighting, and just like his jeans, Taehyung’s boxers are off in a second.

His cock springs, tall, hard and proud. Your jaw drops, Taehyung chuckles at your reaction. You feel an ooze of wetness pooling in your panties.

His size is nothing you’ve seen before, thick and girthy with an impressive length to match. You wince at the thought of fitting him down your throat.

The cold metal of his rings against your hands brings your attention to Taehyung’s handsome face. Without breaking any eye contact, he wordlessly wraps your hands around the thickness of his cock.

It’s warm and swells in your palm, your two dainty hands stacked on top of each other. Fingers trying so hard to wrap themselves around the sheer girth of his cock.

You’re not dumb, you know what comes next. With a sharp inhale you begin to stroke up his length, paying close attention to his facial expression to get an idea of how well you’re doing

Taehyung’s head tilts to get a better view at your hands, “grip it tighter for me… yeah fuck that’s it.”

His praise boasts you on, holding tighter onto his cock and gathering the slick of his pre-cum with a twist of your wrist. Your eyes remain focused on the way the skin moves with your hands and the way his tip glistens with arousal. You want to lick it.

“When you’re ready you can put your mouth- Ahh shit Y/N!”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence when you’re already so eager to have him in your mouth. You do what you think would feel best, sucking on the head of his cock like a sweet ice lolly on a hot summer's day. Your tongue tracing the thick circumference before dipping into his slit.

A light groan falls from his mouth as he watches you lap at the remaining pre-cum that glistens in the afternoon light. Taehyung almost forgets why he’s here, lost in your plump lips wet with saliva.

Right, he’s here to teach you how to give a blowjob. “Try and take my whole length in darling.” 

You nod, taking a deep breath, your mouth opening wider to take him in as far as you can. You try to keep your throat relaxed taking him inch by inch.

“That's a good girl”, he praises, “you’re doing so well for me.” 

Your knees squeeze together, acting to relieve some pressure on your aching heat. It had truly been a while since you got some serious action.

Surprisingly you’re able to make your way to the hilt of his cock, a choked gag sputtering from your lips.

A few strands of hair fall in your face, blocking your eyes in the process. Swiftly, Taehyung brushes the hair from your eyes while simultaneously lifting your head off of his cock. 

You release him with a satisfying pop, your eyes wide and makeup a little smudged. Taehyung coaches you through the next steps. “I want you to try and do that again, but when you come back up, lick the length of my cock and look at me while you do it.”

Humming in acknowledgment you grip the base of his cock before pausing. “Isn’t this what you like though? What if Hoseok likes to be touched in a different way?”

An unintentional growl bubbles out of his mouth. Oh how he wished he could take your mind off Hoseok and have you screaming his name, thinking about him instead.

He pushes down his discontentment with the other man on your mind, “men are simple creatures Y/N, just making out sometimes can get them going. And judging by the way you’re sucking my cock right now, I’m sure Hoseok will be crazy for you.”

As Taehyung explains the ins and outs of a man’s brain, you don’t make an effort to stop the teasing of his cock. His words sound slurred, they go in one ear and out the other, and besides the delicious length in front of you is much more fascinating.

For the time being you stare up at him, your eyes wide feigning interest in his words, all while you grip his cock in one hand and continuously lap at his tip with a kitten-like flick of your tongue. 

Taehyung finally realises that you’ve stopped listening when he feels the small yet downright sensual pleasure shooting through his cock. He grunts, pushing your hair back once again, “fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking good.”

His preoccupied hand squeezes the pillows beside him, the veins of his hands popping out. You do what he taught you, seductive eyes laser focused on him while your wicked tongue leaves a hot trail up the prominent vein on his dick.

“Shit Y/N you’re doing so well-”

You release him from your mouth disrupting his sentence, “can you fuck my throat?”

Taehyung swears his whole body just convulsed at your request. He looks away just so he can contain himself because holy shit.

Obviously Taehyung has thought about you being in this position, saying those words. Yet, no matter how many times he fantasizes this scenario, nothing would ever prepare him for those words to actually come out of your mouth with the most bewitching grin plastered on your pretty face.

He stutters, “I- no, I don’t know if you can take it darling.”

You grip his thighs, pout forming on those dangerous lips of yours, “please Tae, I want it. Want you to use me.”

Taehyung pushes the curls of his bangs away, a hiss steaming from his lips. “Alright, but if you feel any discomfort pinch my thigh, okay sweetheart?”

You’re impatient, “yeah, yeah, I can take your monster dick.” You place a small kiss on his thigh, “do your worst.”

His movements are all too fast, all too sudden. His fingers securing a death-grip on the mess of your hair before holding his cock up to your mouth. “You asked for it darling.”

Your mouth automatically widens, welcoming the rough intrusion of his cock as it slides all the way down your throat. A lewd gag fills the room.

A dark cloud of lust of dominance fogs Taehyung’s vision, his biceps flexing when he brings your head up and down his thick velvety length.

The room resounds with the filthy wet noises of your saliva covered lips pumping repeatedly. Taehyung breathes heavily through his nose, tilting his head against the cushions behind him. He keeps his hips still, yanking your hair at an obscene pace. A slew of curses and moans fly out into the air as he revels at the complete state of ecstasy you’ve put him under.

The heat of his member burns the back of your throat but you fucking love it. You open your teary eyes, gazing at his chiseled jaw and the way he shivers and groans above you. It only spurs you on when he glances back down, meeting your mascara ruined eyes.

It’s like a knee-jerk reaction. Taehyung harshly pushes your head all the way to the base of his cock. Your face is met with his abdomen, the hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose.

He leaves you there, and the burn in your throat rises, leaving you gagging, your throat tightening around him.

Taehyung believes after this he could never get the image of your messy docile eyes and tarnished lips out of his brain. He feels your throat constrict, “sh-shit, fuck Y/N, breathe through your nose.” You inhale. “That’s my good girl.”

He releases you from his member only to push your lips back onto him, going back to his beastly pace. “You look so fucking pathetic, you think Hoseok wants a messy girl like you?”

You gurgle around him, tears freely falling down your cheeks as you try to shake your head no. He only mumbles out a groan, his cock abruptly pulsing under your tongue like a steady heartbeat.

It's all too sudden when he releases your head off his length, a glob of drool dripping down your chin and onto your shirt. 

“Fuck sorry I was about to cum.”

Although your heart swells with pride you wonder, “why didn’t you?”

He runs a hand through his messy locks, “the purpose of this was to teach you, don’t you still want to practice?”

You’re smug with your answer, “I think I’ve got the hang of it now.”

He swipes a finger under your tear stained eyes, “getting cocky now are we.” 

You were cocky indeed, “well I did get you shaking under my touch didn’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, “get up you brat, I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

Fucking finally.

You won’t lie, you were probably most excited to finally know what it feels like to receive head. Your mind is still fuzzy from Taehyung’s rough ministrations as you slowly get up. You wobble slightly and Taehyung is quick to stabilize you with two strong arms holding the curve of your hips in place.

With his arms already around you he pushes you towards the couch, kicking his jeans off in the process.

Back flat against his plush couch you’re already stripping off your sweatpants and panties together in one. “My, my aren’t you eager”, he teases, a glint of shamelessness twinkling in his brown orbs when he drinks up the plushness of your thighs leading to your dripping cunt.

Holding your knees in the palm on his hands, he spreads them open to reveal the glossy folds on your heat. He kisses his teeth, satisfaction and hunger clear on his face. “Fuck, isn’t this a pretty sight.”

His words bring back a blush on your cheeks, you pull him forward, your lips inches away from his own. “Shut up please.”

And he shuts you up real good. Smashing your lips to his, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss, your tongues dancing the devil's tango.

His hands are adventurous, feeling the mounds of your breasts over your shirt. “Why the fuck isn’t your shirt off yet huh?” He tuts, pulling on the cotton fabric.

“I want yours off too.” You cutely mumble tugging at the hem of his shirt, to which he complies, tugging it off in one fluid motion. 

You peel your baggy shirt off just in time to see Taehyung's arm flex as he takes his very own shirt off. “Have you been working out? My God Tae, you're as big as Joon.”

He inwardly smirks because yeah he’s been working out and it's clearly paying off. He doesn’t want to show his glee however, “can we not talk about other men when I’m about to eat you out.”

You chuckle, eyes trailing down his buff arms to his v-line that leads to his dick like an arrow directing you to his treasure. You bite your lip, unclipping your lace bralette, “sure, sure, let’s get the show on the road.”

It’s Taehyung turn to drink up the sight of your body. “Fuck, always imagined what these tits looked like under all those tight clothes you wear.”

He’s really feeding into your praise kink. “Well, were they what you expected?”

He sucks on one immediately and you arch your back at the unexpected pleasure. “Even better”, he squeezes them in his palms, “they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He sucks a deep hickey under your left breast, leaving you whimpering with a hand tangled in his hair. “Always imagined what you sounded like moaning for me.”

You can’t reply, his touches burning through your skin. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach until he’s hovering above your aching clit, a tantalising grin on his face before he’s diving in.

“Fuck!” You wail at the unfamiliar yet mesmerising feelings. His tongue is stiff and pointed, flicking quickly up and down your bundle of nerves. 

The grip you have on his hair is deathly but it's the only thing in your reach that can ground you. He licks a long stripe down your sopping slit, keeping his sharp eyes on you the whole time.

“F-feels so fucking good Tae!” You almost scream. He cups his lips around your swollen nub sucking on it with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You’re too dazed to comment on it, reeling in the new pleasures you’re experiencing. You stare down at him, your eyes half opened and so close to rolling to the back of your head.

However, they almost completely open wide at the sight presented before you. With two long fingers, Taehyung is shoving them in his mouth, soaking them with his spit before rubbing them onto your sensitive folds.

You beg. “Put them inside.. Please.” Taehyung doesn’t make a sound only kissing your clit as he plunges his ring decorated fingers into you.

You’re so wet his fingers slide into you with ease. He groans at the sensation, his view focused on the way your cunt greedily sucks him in.

“Look at you, getting my rings all dirty you filthy girl”, he scolds watching the way your essence drips into the crevices of his intricate jewellery. 

Taehyung increases the pace of his long fingers, finger fucking you into euphoria. He doesn’t stop there, his lips returning to your desperate clit in a wet mess of your juices and his saliva.

You can feel your orgasm bubbling in your stomach. It's hot and feels so unlike any other upcoming orgasm you’ve experienced. His fingers curl inside of you, his palm slapping your folds with his rapid pace and his lips don’t give any sign of stopping.

“Taehyung- Tae, I’m cumming!” You really scream this time, your orgasm taking control over your body like a demon. 

You swear your eyes black out, your body shaking, a warmth gushing out of your cunt as it spazzes out.

Your chest heaves and you blink, feeling a damp pool around you. Oh God, Did you piss yourself?

“Holy fuck Y/N, I can’t believe you just did that.”

You sit up, embarrassed, an apology falling from your lips.

“You just squirted on me.”

You’re flushed, “I- what?”

Taehyung almost looks akin to a wolf hunting down his prey. “That was the hottest fucking experience of my life, holy shit I’m so hard.”

Well at least you didn’t pee on his couch. There’s a surge of overwhelming need for his cock to be inside of you. You’ve never felt this way before, it’s scary but so is this whole experience. It’s definitely one for the books.

Getting up on your knees you hold onto his shoulders, Taehyung raises a brow. “Fuck, I need to ride you, can I ride you?”

You think you just saw his dick twitch at your words. He grins, “just for practice?”

Your smile is sickly sweet, “of course, just for practice.”

His arms are strong when he shuffles into a seated position all while holding your hips above his awaiting cock.

He pauses, a flash of his normal self resurfacing. “You’re on the pill yeah?”

You peck his lips, “yes, now stuff me full.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s sinking you down onto his length. 

You both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of being complete. The stretch hurts so bad but hurts so good. He fills you up so well it has you speechless, the air trapped inside your lungs refusing to be released until your walls are comfortable around his impressive girth.

Mumbling a soft curse, you swivel your hips in slow circles, getting used to his large size. Taehyung watches you, hunger written on his face as he licks his lips and examines the way you fit so perfectly on his lap.

You test the waters, holding onto his shoulders for support. You lift your hips and settle back onto his lap. He groans at the wet squelch it makes and slaps your ass, grabbing it in his hand to squeeze it.

You pick up the speed, pumping up and down, whimpering at how well he fills you up. You keep your gaze trained on the image of his dick disappearing in your heat and pulling out with a wet sheen.

Taehyung tucks a finger under your chin, bringing you close to his face to push his soft lips onto yours once again.

It’s weird to say, but you don’t think you can get tired of kissing your best friend. He knows exactly what you want and knows exactly how to make your head spin.

With his large hands of yours, you pick up the pace, slamming your ass onto his hips. You leave his lips, kissing the side of jaw and suckling a few lovebites behind his ear.

His voice is deep and sultry, “fuck yeah, that’s it.” You wail in his hold, pushing yourself to meet his thrusts below. Your thighs burn but the pleasure burns so much hotter.

You feel your second orgasm of the night rising within you and can tell Taehyung is close too. Taehyung assists you, using his thighs to push up into you. Your juices drip down onto his pelvis and both of your breaths get heavier.

His thrusts are fast and rough, creating loud slapping noises that echo around his empty apartment. He grunts, folding his head into the crook of your neck. He’s about to cum and so are you.

With one final gasp your release hits you like a truck. Your thigh shakes in his lap and Taehyung bites at the delicate skin of your neck. His warm seed shoots inside of you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.

Taehyung releases his hold to lean back onto the couch. He keeps his softening cock inside of you, lazily staring at your fucked out expression.

You play with his rings, “well, how did I do?”

Jungkook entertains her for a moment when he eventually lets her sit on his thighs. She leaves wet kisses on his neck and whispers dirty words into his ear. Jungkook however, is unaffected by her ministrations. This wasn’t his first rodeo after all. Instead, He’s distracted, trying to find a face unfamiliar to him.

Jungkook usually only asks for one thing when attending such parties. He wants fresh meat, a new obsession for the week. Not sit around with a past hookup who doesn't know how to keep her distance. It seems he was out of luck tonight, when his eyes brush over the faces of every partygoer, only finding the faces of past flings and regret.

He wants to go home. Wants to wash off the dirt, grime and red lipstick that now stains his neck. So, with a pat to the ass of the petite girl sitting in his lap, he gets up in search of a mess of bright pink hair.

Alas, he spots the candy haired man with two girls hooked under each of his defined arms, a smug grin etched on his plush lips. 

“Jimin!” Jungkook yells, in which the man in question shoots his head into Jungkook’s direction with a holler of his name. They approach each other with what Jimin claims as their “totally special and unique” ‘bro’ handshake, their hands connecting with practiced perfection.

“Why do you look so glum mister Jungkook?” Jimin drunkenly questions before gasping. “You didn’t get any pussy isn’t it? Oh you poor boy.” Jungkook narrows his eyes at the boy in front of him, beginning to get a little embarrassed at the volume of Jimin’s voice. Jungkook just about loses it when Jimin suddenly turns around, making the girls under his arms stumble, their tall stilettos doing nothing to save their ankles.

“AYO SOMEONE GET THIS MAN SOME PUSSY!” Jimin yells at the top of his lungs before Jungkook lunges at him, hand on his mouth before flicking his forehead with as much force as he could muster.

The girls hanging off of Jimin are now long gone, leaving Jimin confused and pouty that he lost his potential threesome of the night. He doesn't dwell on that loss for too long though, there's always next week.

“Ok maybe i was being a bit too loud”, Jimin giggles, “sorry bout it”. Jungkook huffs, “I’m gonna go home now”, he decides, dismissing Jimin’s protests and heading into the kitchen for one last drink.

The change of bright lights in the small kitchen makes Jungkook’s eyes squint and his head throb. He shields his eyes with his hands making his way over to the large bowl of whatever toxic waste Jin, the host of the party, decided to mix in for tonight.

Where the fuck are all the cups? Jungkook believes he’s about to bubble over. He hasn't busted a single nut since two weeks ago and now can’t even find a stupid cup to quench his thirst. It seems the two things he’s thirsting for right now are way out of his reach tonight. 

Fuck this, Jungkook sighs before beginning to head out of the kitchen. It’s only when Jungkook walks past the refrigerator, he couldn't help but notice the clinking of glass bottles and groans of desperation ringing in his ear. Turning around to scope out the scene, Jungkook immediately freezes at the sight before him.

It’s a girl. But, most importantly it’s a girl Jungkook has never seen before. 

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook watches with amusement as you stretch your arm out, trying so desperately hard to reach for the hidden bottles of liquor on the top shelf. You’ve angled yourself in such a position that the bottom of your ass is practically out, the short skirt doing nothing to stop your ass from saying hello to the whole party.

Jungkook doesn’t know if he should scold you for trying to steal Jin’s expensive liquor or bend you over the counter for looking exactly like his type. Long legs and the fattest ass he’s ever laid his eyes on. 

He blinks, finally decides to break out of his thoughts because he realised he’s been standing there, looking at you like a creep for far too long while you struggle over some pricey alcohol.

You, on the other hand, think you've got it this time. The bottle of tequila you have been desperately hunting down sits on the edge of the tall shelf. Just one more jump and it’ll surely come down. So, with all the energy stored within your being you jump up. Expecting your hand to meet cool glass, you are deeply disappointed when it is met with a large tattooed hand instead.

Spinning around quickly, you cross your arms over your chest with a not so intimidating scowl plastered on your pretty face. “That’s mine” you whine, reaching out for the bottle, only for Jungkook to swiftly lift it up above his head and out of your reach.

He stretches his arms higher and stumbles forward when someone bumps into him, you pout but his grin grows wider. 

“Hmmm, I don’t think so princess, and I don’t remember Jin inviting some preppy school girl to his party” 

Jungkook is obviously teasing you but you gasp anyways at his statement, frowning when you look down at the cute plaid tennis skirt that circles your thighs. You actually did know you weren’t allowed Jin’s special top shelf alcohol but he would often let you have some if it weren’t for a rowdy party, benefits of being friends for over ten years you guess. But right now you really needed it, especially after the shit that’s tormented you, both mentally and physically.

So, that is why you don't back down from the remarks of Jeon Jungkook. In the most non discreet way possible, you rise onto your tippy toes to snatch the tequila in his grasp. 

“Ah ah”, he tuts in reply when he surprisingly notices. But really it’s not that hard to tell, especially when you start magically growing right in front of his eyes. You huff, slightly defeated and Jungkook thinks you look adorable. You glance up at Jungkook, taking in all his seemingly hyped up features. It's then your eyes spot a small mole under his lip that you had never seen before. You think it's cute. 

You would never reveal this to Jungkook and his particularly large ego, but you understood why he was so popular. He was charming, hot and built like a Greek God, anyone with working eyes could see that. But that’s not all.

Unbeknownst to Jungkook, you knew a scary amount of things about him. Right before entering college, your childhood best friend, Jin had told you many stories about the praised and worshipped God that graced your campus. Stories so embarrassing and so unlike the suave Jungkook you’ve seen, you're sure they would most likely scare off the girls he seemed to seduce every week.

Which is why you were always very intrigued by him, wanting to know him a little better. If you’re gonna be honest you're not even sure he knows who the fuck you are, but right now in this moment as you stand under his curious gaze you want him to know who the fuck you are.

If you couldn’t get any alcohol tonight, you might as well get some dick.

Much to your surprise, Jeon Jungkook was a lot easier to seduce than you thought. It probably had something to do with the way you had secretly caught him ogling your body five minutes ago. You’d surely tease him for that later. 

All it really took was a sudden change in demeanour, glazed eyes and a few flirty touches that ultimately got you to where you are now. Brushing past sweaty bodies, your eyes peering at the stares of jealous girls while you’re hastily pulled up the stairs by your arm. Whistles shooting out of random party goers lips, the look of disappointment on Jin’s face.

Guilt flooded your body immediately when you met his downcast gaze, and you knew exactly why. Within all the stories Jin had told you about the infamous playboy, there had always been a clear message behind them.

Never get involved with Jeon Jungkook.

If someone were to ask Jin about his friendship with Jungkook he would smile and praise him, because he truly appreciated him as a friend and enjoyed his bubbly presence. But, if they asked him what he thought about Jungkook's playboy tendencies, he would shrug and tell them that it was his life and he could do what he wanted. That didn’t necessarily mean he agreed on his treatment of women though. 

This is why Jin never introduced him to you, wanting to protect you to ensure you don’t become just another notch on Jungkook’s ever growing belt.

Clearly you couldn’t care less about the fact that you were to become another one of Jungkook’s messy hookups, especially with the way he’s got you currently positioned.

The door knob of the first vacant room Jungkook could spot was uncomfortably digging into your hip, but the way he messily licked into your mouth was no competition against it.

You knew what you were doing. You knew the minute Jungkook shoved you against the door and explored your skin that this may be the small spark that starts a blazing fire. You also knew that you were a grown ass woman that can make decisions for herself. You couldn't care less about the repercussions of your actions. You didn't care if Jungkook used you and broke your heart, because really, it’s not like he could break your heart even more than it already is.

And so, with a final lick across the hickey on your collarbone does he rasp, “Jump” into the shell of your ear. He secures his arms tightly around your waist when you oblige, heat taking over you when you wrap your thighs around his waist, your damp centre pressing against the buckle of his belt.

In one swift movement, he effortlessly carries you over to the nearby dresser, knocking empty bottles and whatever crap lies on its surface onto the floor. Your lips never leave his as you’re roughly placed onto the hard wooden veneer. You bite his lip, weaving your arms around his neck while his hands roam around your body before settling on your breasts, squeezing them when you tug at the tufts of his hair.

He revels in the whines and moans you let out, egging him on to leave a galaxy of hickies down your neck. Your head hits the wall behind you when you throw it back in pleasure while Jungkook suggestively tugs at the skirt riding up your thighs.

“Fucking love this skirt on you”, he bites your shoulder. “Sexiest legs i’ve ever seen”. You smirk at his compliment but you don’t let him see it. “Really!? I couldn't tell when you were standing there ogling me for five minutes”

He chuckles, slapping your thigh playfully in which you jolt spreading them to accompany his body. “You’re a cheeky one aren’t you?”

You don’t get time to retort, Jungkook’s fingers finding its way to the wetness that embarrassingly stains your panties. Your gasp melts into a high pitched whimper when he runs the pad of his thumb against your clothed clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in slow teasing circles.

Jungkook keeps you down with a lustful stare, he wants to see all your reactions, he wants to see you squirm under his touch. With his free hand he grabs your chin with a gentleness that matches the delicious swirl of his fingers. You're suddenly met with his dark eyes, clouded with want and you're pretty sure you just got wetter at the sight.

All too soon, Jungkook picks up speed on your swollen clit, your head falls forward onto his shoulders, eyes squeezing shut in both bliss and frustration. You want him to touch you properly.

Lightly grabbing his wrist, you beg, “please- please touch me”. You're so wet at this point Jungkook could easily slide in two fingers if he wanted, but he wanted to see how long you could go. Your body was new to him after all.

“I am touching you, aren’t I?” He snaps back playfully. You whine and try to look away, but his grip on your chin is strong. 

looking at your big wide eyes, he curses under his breath. You’re so pretty, even in the dim lighting of the room. He places his thumb on the plush pillow of your bottom lip before looking down at the wet mess between your legs.

Jungkook wonders if anyone has ever made you feel this way before, but the way you teasingly suck and swirl your tongue around his thumb, painting such an erotic picture tells him otherwise.

Jungkook finally decides he’s teased you enough, judging by the way your  white cotton panties look almost transparent. Although he didn’t want to, he releases his thumb from your lewd mouth to spread your underwear to the side, revealing your glistening folds.

He wastes no time, sliding his fingers down your slit before immediately pushing two long fingers into your dripping heat. You gasp at the sensation, throwing your head back onto his broad shoulder and gripping his biceps tightly.

Jungkook marvels at the way you suck his fingers in. The way your tight hole flutters around his fingers doing nothing to aid his aching cock as it grows harder under the restraint of his jeans. 

He pumps his fingers at a faster pace, you moan squeezing his bicep so hard, he’s sure you’ve left nail marks in his skin. He uses his other hand to rub at your swollen nub, you jolt in response to the sudden pleasure zapping through you.

“You’re so sensitive baby, is this your first time being touched like this?” 

You don’t reply at first.

You see, questions like that confused you because on the one hand, no, it was not your first time if being fingered was what he was addressing. On the other hand however, you have never ever gone all the way. Yes, you hate to admit it but you were in fact a virgin.

Your lack of response doesn’t deter Jungkook, he thinks you’re in absolute euphoria, which is not wrong, he’s doing a great job but you also don’t know what to tell him. 

You’re scared. 

All the confidence you demonstrated in the small kitchen downstairs, slowly disintegrates. You know what Jungkook’s game is. He’s a hump and dump kind of guy, he doesn’t care about you, and he probably never will. You’re not like that. You’re a stupid hopeless romantic who truly believes in soulmates. You were a firm believer that there’s a person destined for everyone. Those beliefs all went to shit however when a certain someone decided to rip your heart to pieces.

In your mind you backtrack the indecisive thoughts. You’re unsure if you want to let Jeon Jungkook take your virginity tonight but in all honesty you’re tired. You’re tired of waiting for the right person to come along, tired of being pressured, tired of putting so much energy into someone even though it was never reciprocated.

So with a shaky breath you whisper, “yes this is my first time”

Jungkook stops, a low growl rumbling out of his throat and straight to your pussy. “Fuck baby, you’re literally perfect. How hasn't anyone gotten their hands on you yet?” You smile with uncertainty until he pulls his fingers out of your sopping cunt. Your essence coating two long fingers as they sparkle in the moonlight.

Your jaw drops when he pops his digits into his mouth. He moans at the taste all while gazing into your wide eyes. 

“Holy shit-”, you're cut off when he grabs your waist, your legs wrapping around him instinctively. He is quick to turn around, spotting the single bed behind him as he lays you down and shushes your yelp with a flaming kiss.

You comply with his actions, letting his tongue explore your mouth as you push your hand into his dark locks. Jungkook slackens his jaw to deepen the kiss while he tugs at the hem of your crop top, pushing it up and over the curve of your breasts to reveal your braless form.

Jungkook sighs at the sight, delving straight onto your left breast, sucking your nipple to its hardness as he simultaneously pinches the right. You’re soon becoming a moaning mess under him, loving the way he touches you.

“God i just wanna fuck you right now”, he exclaims, popping off of your breast. And just like that the nerves come flooding back. “Where's the fun in that?”, you ask with a frisky giggle, trying to ease the tension.

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ears,“Don’t be nervous princess, I’ll take great care of you.”

You don’t want it.

You’re having second thoughts again. You feel panicked. God, you think to yourself. Why are you so hung up over your goddamn virginity? Is it so bad if you let him take it right now? You wanna slap yourself, why are you thinking about this now? 

When Jungkook’s fingers hover over your thighs, it sets off your brain to finally start working. You know what you want and you know that no, this is not going to happen tonight and you also need to lecture yourself later. So, with Feigned innocence you ask, “Can I take care of you instead?” 

It's your final offer, because you would kind of feel bad if you left him there all hard and bothered. So, you could at least show him what you do best. Sucking dick.

You begin reaching for his belt to show how much you really mean it, and bite your lip for that extra push. Jungkook doesn’t say anything, only pushing himself onto his knees while you unbuckle his belt and smooth your hands over his thighs. 

Jungkook’s buzzing with excitement. He has a hot girl about to suck his dick after his disastrous two-week dry spell. He feels a burn of possessiveness in his belly at the thought of himself being the first to do this with you. Oh, how wrong could he be.  

“Can you lay down for me please?” You ask, flashing your most seductive eyes as you gesture him to lay on his back.

Jungkook does what you ask so quickly it’s like he was already there, and it's obvious as to why he’s so eager. The bulge in his tight jeans practically screams to be freed.

You don’t tease him, getting down to it immediately by bringing his jeans and boxers down over the curve of his ass. Unsurprisingly his cock, red and angry, springing out to slap his lower abdomen. You’re not gonna lie, he is indeed packing. Jungkook has one of the prettiest cocks you have ever seen, deliciously long and a thick girth to match. You drool at the sight.

Despite what many girls say, you enjoyed a good ol’ blowjob. You’re good at it, it gave you confidence and it never fails to make boys ask for more. 

Without warning you wrap your lips around his leaking tip, holding down his thighs as he jolts up into you. You don’t stop there. Wrapping your hands around his girth to aid your mouth into taking more of his length in.

You repeat your actions at a steady rhythm. Taking him in as deep as you can go before coming up for air and twirling your tongue around his bulbous tip.

It seems that the tables have turned. Jungkook is a mess below you now, hair unruly from your previous tugging and his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. You moan at the sight, the vibrations aiding to stimulate his cock further.

Jungkook uses his hands to grip your hair into a makeshift ponytail before letting out a throaty groan. “Jesus baby how is this your first time?” Jungkook is shocked to say the least. He expected shy kittenish licks and fidgety hands, not the pornographic show you’re putting on, but he’s not complaining, he’s just a little confused.

With quick movements, you take his wrists out of your hair and sit up. Jungkook watches the string of your saliva thin out as you pop off of his dick and he shudders.

“I wanna see you do it”, you demand. 

Jungkook slowly blinks up at your form. “What?” He is so fucking lost. “I said”, you begin, confidence gaining, “I want to see you do it.” You stare at his confused eyes and flicker them down to his hard member. “Princess I-” You huff, grabbing his hand and wrapping it firmly around his dick, a saccharine smile making its way onto your face when his doe eyes widen.

Your hand is still tightly secured around his own as you lean down to lick into his leaking slit all while maintaining eye contact. You lean back once again and finalise, “I want to see you touch yourself Jungkook.”

“Fucking hell”, he curses, running his unoccupied hand into his dishevelled hair. Never is his life has he been in a situation like this. Never has a girl ask him to touch himself and God was it hot seeing you do it.

Jungkook slowly pumps his cock watching the way your eyes glaze over and your mouth salivate. It only spurs him on further, spitting into his hand to slicken his dick. You settle onto your knees and slowly push your panties to the side, spreading your folds to show off the way you're completely soaked for him.

Jungkook can’t believe the sight before him. He can’t believe he found someone like you. Someone so pretty but oh so effortlessly sexy, it's like you knew exactly what you were doing to him. Which brings him back to his question. Was this really your first time?

You let out a wanton moan when your fingers start to circle around your clit. Jungkook matches the speed of your fingers by twisting his wrist to smoothly glide over his cock. You both groan at the view.

Soon enough you both have a thundering pace going. You’ve placed your fingers inside your walls pumping at the same rate of Jungkook’s thrusts.

The room is filled with nothing but the wet squelches of both your ministrations and your harmonised moans of ecstacy. You enjoyed this. You felt powerful. The uncertainty and nervousness vanishing.

It’s then Jungkook lets out the prettiest whines. “Fuck Im gonna cum baby, fuck.” You smirk, leaning over to press your cheek to his thigh watching in amazement as he pumps himself at a faster rate, the mix of his saliva and precum creaming around the base of his dick as he moans louder. “Fucking shit, Im cumming-”

You quickly move in front of his dick letting his hot spurts of cum coat your cheeks and tongue as you marvel at his gorgeous face.

Jungkook’s pants, cupping your jaw when he looks down at the picture he’s painted on your face. You innocently smile at him, swiping at the cum that drips onto your cheeks and bringing it into your mouth, humming at the taste.

Jungkook opens his mouth in awe, beginning to form his next sentence, but you’re already getting up, running your fingers through your hair and locating tissues to clean your face.

“H-hey…”

“Well this was fun, see you around Jungkook”

And just like that you shut the door on him. Leaving him in the dark room with his dick limp on his stomach, the sound of the rowdy party and the thrumming in his heart.

It has been exactly 12 hours since you had given Jeon Jungkook the best head of his life, and you barely even touched his dick.

At first Jungkook was a little disappointed in himself. How pathetic of him to cum so hard by his own handjob. Sure you helped a little… ok you helped quite a lot, but still, Jungkook feels irked by the situation

He swirls the straw around his iced coffee, waiting for his friends to arrive so he can vent about what the fuck is going on in his pea brain.

Jungkook’s phone vibrates against his ass, making him slump in his chair. He pulls it out, brows furrowing at the message.

| Jin: I’m going to fucking kill you.

Jungkook blinks, should he be worried or did he just accidentally eat one of Jin’s snacks again. He shrugs, switching his phone off just in time to see Jimin and Taehyung walk into the cafe.

“Again Jungkook? Why the long face”, sneers Jimin, who looks way too good for someone with a raging hangover.

When Jungkook doesn’t reply, Taehyung shakes his shoulders. “Seriously are you feeling alright? Did something happen last night”

Jungkook stares at the ice slowly melting in his coffee. He doesn’t know how to approach this conversation, it was weird and confusing and he’s still trying to process everything, until he suddenly blurts...

“She said it's her first time.” He pauses, looking up at his friends' concerned faces. “I think she might’ve lied.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Jungkook groans, cradling his head before banging it on the table. The utensils on the table rattle and clang, bringing unwanted attention to his mini breakdown. Taehyung is quick to place his hand under Jungkook's forehead just as he goes in for another blow. “Ok, Jungkook- Jungkook!” Jimin giggles beside him. “Fucking stop, people are staring.”

Jungkook pauses and subtly peeks out of his long bangs, checking to see that Taehyung’s words were indeed true. He breathes out and sits up in his chair, fixing his shirt to play off that he wasn’t just having a mental meltdown.

Jimin rolls his eyes, “soooo are you gonna talk now, cause’ I have a horrible headache and you’re really not helping.”

Jungkook nods opening his mouth to speak. “Alright so uh, I met a girl last night and-”

“I thought you went home?” Taehyung shoves Jimin’s shoulder and Jungkook glares, “yeah, well that clearly didn’t happen.” He rubs his temples, “could you do me a favour and let me speak first, and then you can ask the questions. Ok?”

The two boys nod, settling into their seats as Jungkook delves back into his story.

“Alright so anyways, I saw this girl and like, I haven’t ever seen her before? She was literally perfect”. He exhales looking at nothing at particular as he continues. “Gorgeous face, prettiest lips and oh! speaking of her lips, God the way she sucked-”

Despite what Jungkook said earlier, Taehyung feels the need to intervene. “Ok as much as I love a good suck myself, I need you to stop here, we don’t need the graphics.” Jimin nods in agreement even though it’s clear he’s not paying an ounce of attention. Jungkook smirks at the memory, but it soon drops as he remembers one tiny detail. He places his hands on the table, total seriousness etched onto his face. “But here’s the kicker, she said it was her first time.”

Confusion. 

“So did you or did you not take her virginity?”Jungkook crosses his arms. “No, after that she just up and left.” “Wait, fuck”, Jungkook suddenly realises, “I didn’t even make her cum”, he groans and Taehyung bursts into laughter. This finally garners Jimin’s attention, his dazed eyes squinting. “Who’s the girl?” Jungkook sighs, “if you were listening before you would’ve heard me say that I don’t know her.” Jimin leans forward,“well can you at least describe her? I pretty much know everyone who attended the party”

Jungkook doesn’t have to think that hard. “She was wearing this plaid skirt and like a white top-” Jimin’s eyes widen, “Holy shit, Y/N?! Man, Jin’s gonna kill you.” This makes Jungkook pause, thoughts running back to the text he had received from Jin. “Wait, they’re not a thing are they?” Jimin chokes, “God no, they’ve been family friends since like forever, Jin’s practically her protective older brother.”

That explained his text earlier. Jungkook furrows his brows, more questions beginning to arise and spill out of his mouth. “How come I’ve never met her and if she’s a virgin, then how- how did-”, Taehyung cuts in, “dude she’s done other things before.” More confusion. “And how would you know that?” Taehyung smirks, shrugging as he gets up out of his chair. “I'm gonna get a drink, Jimin, you want anything?” God, his head is spinning. “Sure, you know my usual.”

It was the way Taehyung spoke too casually, like your lifestyle choices were common knowledge. How the fuck hasn’t he met you, yet his friends seem to be well acquainted with your existence? “What the fuck was that look?” He focuses on Taehyung from where he orders his drinks. “Did you see it Jimin? Kinda sus.”

Jimin remains nonchalant, blowing a strand of hair out of his sight before answering one of Jungkook’s urgent queries. “Jin never introduced you to her because well…” He looks Jungkook up and down with an unimpressed look. “You would get your grimy hands on her immediately. And Then after that, It’s like she never existed ” Jungkook opens his mouth, rebuttal on the tip of his tongue. “Don’t argue with me boy, the second you met her, you already wanted her on your dick, did you not?”

Jungkook is shocked to say the least, jaw hanging open as Taehyung makes his way back to the table, drinks in hand. “Oh God, what did you tell him?” Jungkook slams his fist on the table, yet again grabbing the attention of people around them. “That is not true! I have standards, and what about you two. You guys are just as bad.” He points accusingly at the bruises peeking out of Taehyung’s loose shirt, “Look at Tae! Those hickies are probably a combination of the three girls he fucked last week!”

Jimin doesn’t want to get kicked out of the cafe, so he attempts to calm down a soon to be raging Jungkook. “Look, to put it nicely, you’re a heartbreaker, you lead girls on whereas Tae and I actually tell people we’re not interested in anything more than a hookup.”

Jungkook seems to understand where he’s coming from. He can admit, he does have quite the reputation if the amount of times he’s been slapped in the face says anything. But now, with this newfound information, he can also admit that you’ve certainly intrigued him, that was for sure.

Jungkook wants to see you again.

Not for a rump in the sheets, but rather a friendly conversation. 

It was just his luck that he had heard through the grapevine that you had been invited to one of Jin’s small pool party get togethers. If Jungkook was being honest, he’s quite excited to be within your vicinity again but he knows he needs to keep his cool. Especially after the series of death threats and slaps on the neck from Jin. He shudders at the memory.

And so, Jungkook prepares himself more than he usually does. He wants to do it right this time. No flirty teasing, just friendly innocent conversation. He makes sure to carefully pick out the right swim shorts that display the thickness of his thighs. Not for any sexual gain, more so to show off the hours spent at the gym in hopes that maybe he can get you to become more interested in him as he is to you. He sounds desperate, and he’s sure you’re not that materialistic, but he has this nagging want to impress you somehow. He huffs and does a few pushups, for extra measure of course.

He’s not sure as to why his brain decided to make him act this way. You’re more or less a stranger to him. However, when Jungkook begins his short journey to Jin’s house he really lets himself think, which usually isn't a good idea. 

Jungkook doesn’t know you, but you’ve definitely left an imprint in his mind which makes you all the more fascinating. It’s news to him that you seem to be very close to his small circle of friends which is probably thanks to your deeply rooted friendship with Jin. That new piece of information had been bugging him since the day he met up with Taehyung and Jimin. Surely his reputation couldn’t be the only reason why you’ve never met him. Right?

Parking his car in Jin’s enormous driveway, he makes his way up to the grand front door. Sometimes he wishes he could live a life like Jin. He grew up being fed with a silver spoon his whole life. Having everything paid for instead of rolling in the miseries of college student debt.

Once Jungkook makes his way into the large house, he sets down the drinks he had brought onto the kitchen counter and watches his best friends goof around and enjoy the summer sun with a warm grin. He chuckles quietly when Jin pushes Jimin and his perfectly styled hair into the pool. Jimin screams a slur of curses while Jin quickly runs beside a sleeping Yoongi for protection.

Slipping out of his loose oversized shirt, Jungkook scans the entirety of Jin’s backyard, looking for the face that has been haunting him since that fateful night. She’s not here. He reexamines the pool seeing nothing but the chaotic mess of his favourite people, and he sighs. Just as he prepares to step out into the blazing sun, the sound of his stomach growling stops him in his tracks. 

Thinking about you made him nervous. So nervous that his stomach couldn’t bear the thought of breakfast. However, after the realisation that you hadn’t arrived just yet, makes him do a full one eighty, long strides taking him to Jin’s expensive fridge.

His head is already deep into the fridge when he hears the sound of the sliding door opening, revealing a dripping Jin with a small scowl on his face. It seems Jimin finally got his revenge. “I’m starving you got any leftovers?” Jungkook queries, his head popping out from the cool air of the fridge.

Jin grabs a fresh towel and whacks it against Jungkook’s naked back. “What’s the point of even asking when you’re already going through my damn fridge!” Jungkook flashes Jin an innocent grin and glows when he discovers a small bowl of Chinese takeout. 

It very quickly dawns on Jungkook that in order to enjoy a nice warm meal, he would need to heat it up. His stomach all but roars, not used to the lack of food in its system and Jungkook wants to cry. He wants to cry and it's not from the angry hunger pains, but rather something extremely laughable. He has to use a fucking microwave. 

You’re running late, there’s sweat running down your brow and you feel like your arms will fall off any second. The weight of snacks and alcohol you had brought making you stagger as you finally enter Jin’s enormous home.

The one and only thing that’s on your mind is the refreshing feeling of slipping into Jin’s pool while sipping on an iced beverage. This motivates you enough to put all the strength left in your exhausted being to speedily walk into the kitchen and throw everything onto the counter. 

“AHH FUCK!” You flinch at the sudden scream, hugging your body protectively. Jungkook slowly pops out from behind the other side of the counter, his doe eyes big and wide. “You fucking scared me Jesus!” He exclaims, running a hand through sweaty bangs.

The air had escaped your lungs long before you could utter your next sentence as the sight before you has you freezing. There he was, Jeon Jungkook in all his glory. Tanned skin and taut muscle sculpted by the Gods. You didn’t mean to stare, but how could you not! Your eyes had a mind of their own. He’s glorious, every single part of him, and you’re not even afraid to admit it. Your eyes are quick to eat him up, tracing the art staining the whole of his right arm and you wonder what every swirl of ink means to him.

Jungkook coughs awkwardly, going in to scratch at his neck. You imagined he would tease you about your obvious ogling, but it never came. Strange. “Why were you hiding?” You ask, dropping your gaze from his body in order to arrange the snacks into neat piles, using it as an excuse to slowly step closer to him. “Oh! Uh-”, he scratches his head, looking down at his feet before jumping five feet into the air, a startled gasp leaving his lips when the timer of the microwave goes off. 

You burst into laughter and Jungkook flushes in embarrassment. Jin had told you about Jungkook’s embarrassing fear of microwaves but you never thought you would see it first hand. You hold in the laughs that tickle your throat and try to settle him down by lightly touching his shoulder. He flinches at your touch.

“Are you okay?” You’re really close to him now. Your chest is practically pressed up against his and Jungkook gulps. How was it possible that you could look even more stunning than the last time he saw you? Your cheeks are glowing from the soft golden rays of the afternoon sun and the way you look up at him, your soft smile curling makes his head spin.

“Yeah, I’m good”, he breaks eye contact in embarrassment. “Sorry, just uh, microwaves are scary you know?” You giggle up at him. Is this really Jungkook? The Jungkook you’ve seen flaunting a new girl every week just to abruptly break her heart when he can’t promise anything more than sex? 

You’re not complaining, he’s quite adorable like this.

You’re not too sure why his personality has the sudden switch up. It could possibly be the fact that he’s with his closest friends and doesn’t feel the need to put up his playboy persona. Although, the way he blushes when he looks at you plays a different story. Do you make him nervous? Surely not, if the memories of that heated night are anything to go by.

“So uh, are you gonna head into the pool?” His empty stomach is long forgotten as he gestures to the large backyard, you nod up at him excitedly. It’s then Jin decides to bust back into the kitchen, a stern gaze set on his face. “Y/N, can I speak with you for a minute?” Jungkook cautiously takes a step away from you, your bodies no longer close to each other and you notice this with a small frown.

“Yeah, sure”, you relent walking over to Jin who places a protective arm around your shoulders. Unknowingly to you, Jin traps Jungkook down with a hard stare and signals Jungkook to go outside, to which he accepts with a nod.

“I know what you’re gonna say, and no I do not see him like that”, you cross your arms defensively. Jin sighs, “I just don’t wanna see you get hurt again.” He places his hands on your shoulders, full lecture mode on. “Let’s face it, you’re a hopeless romantic, I can’t trust that you won’t do something stupid, but you and Jungkook… You’re both important friends of mine and-” 

You’ve heard his overprotective brotherly speech plenty of times, “I know, and I’m so thankful that you’re looking out for me. I just don’t see the harm in befriending him, you’ve never let me speak to him before.” Jin releases his hold on your shoulders to fix the mess of his wet hair, “and there's a reason for that.”

Why was he so damn hard-headed. Jin loves Jungkook like he loves his family. It just didn't make any sense to you that Jin could approve of their friendship but when it comes to you, he completely shields you away from any interactions with the so called playboy. 

“When are you going to stop protecting me from boys?” Jin senses your frustration immediately. “I may be younger than you, but I’m also an adult just like you. An adult that can make her own choices.” You exhale slowly, “You’ve let me befriend your whole group and they’ve been nothing but wonderful to me, I don’t see the wrong in getting to know Jungkook.” 

Jin lets his guard down. You do have a point, maybe he was being a little too overprotective. He gives you a soft smile, you look away. 

“You’re right, I am in no position to dictate your decisions and who you choose to hang around with, it was wrong of me to treat you like that. Jin looks out into the pool, watching Jungkook tackle Taehyung. “I’m sorry I was a bit too harsh, Jungkook’s a good kid, he just got into the wrong crowd at first. Although, you gotta promise to tell me if he hurts you, cause he knows I’ll beat his ass.” 

You laugh accepting his apology, “are you sure about that? He’s a literal muscle pig.” You both begin to make your way outside and Jin shoves you slightly, “hey! You know I’m right.” Jin shakes his head and brings you into a comforting hug. “Yeah, yeah whatever.” He rolls his eyes, you beam up at him and together you walk out into the warm sunlight.

It hadn’t even been a second since you stepped outside, and already Yoongi’s long term girlfriend, Jieun is squealing your way. “Y/N! I’m so happy you're finally here, the amount of testosterone out here was starting to make me feel faint.” You giggle at her exasperated tone, pulling her into a tight hug. 

Nonchalantly you peel off your flowy sundress, it’s stickiness from your sweat making you cringe. “I missed you last week, why didn’t you come to class?” Jiuen pouts, “I'm sorry bub, I somehow caught a cold, but I trust you have some notes for me.” 

The way Jieun flutters her lashes at you innocently forces a roll from your eyes. Slathering sunscreen onto your arms, you reprimand her, “I swear you’re only using me for my notes, you literally never listen in class! Can you get my back please?”

She hums while you turn around, her small hands kneading sunscreen from your shoulder bones to the small dip in your back. Jieun continues to blabber on about the joys of life, not even checking if you’re listening to a single word she says. Instead your eyes are zeroed in on a certain someone.

Your staring is blatantly obvious but you don’t care. It’s only when Taehyung spots your burning gaze with a small smirk does he signal Jungkook to turn around to meet your flirty grin.  

Holy shit

The sun does a real great job of highlighting the gorgeous curves of your body adorned in quite possibly the smallest baby blue bikini he’s seen on a woman. Your breasts practically spill out of the tiny triangle cups and the pretty colour compliments your skin beautifully. 

Whilst Jungkook can admit you have one of the hottest bodies he’s seen in a while, his eyes surprisingly don't linger on your delicious curves for too long. Instead, he finds himself utterly enamoured by the way your eyes crinkle slightly when you smile prettily at him, your cheeks glowing with it. 

It suddenly dawns on him that you are the first girl that has truly enchanted him, and no, your ridiculously gorgeous body had little to do with it. 

Jungkook does not mind this change one bit. 

So, instead of staring at you like a gaping goldfish, he matches your flirtatious body language with a boyish grin and a small wave. His previous nerves dissipating only to be replaced by confidence and polished charm. He doesn’t want to scare you off with his sudden look of epiphany just yet, but the new unfamiliar feeling you give him is surely doing exactly that.

“My, my, Yoongi wasn’t lying.” Jieun stifles a giggle when she notices how Jungkook’s attention has steered towards you and only you. You’re quick to turn around, brows furrowed. “What are you on about?” 

“Oh you know… You and Jungkook”

You grimace, tired of the repeated topic of conversation. “Just because I sucked his dick once does not mean we're a thing” 

“Oh really? He’s asked me an awful lot of questions about you I was beginning to think otherwise”

“Wait, really?”

Jieun has the widest cheshire grin plastered on her face, it's starting to look quite unsettling.

“Really.”

You’re thoroughly shocked to say the least. You thought your fast, fleeting blowjob, sort of, was nothing special. A usual escapade to get his daily fill. Ordinary. Unmemorable.

However, it seems to be quite the opposite.

Jieun grabs your hand and swings it back and forth, exactly like a mother would do, although she’s merely two years older than you. “I know Jin’s been up your ass about Jungkook and frankly I don’t blame him he’s still a little shit from time to time but, he’s actually quite fun to be around and honestly I think his playboy tendencies seemed to dial down a bit since he met us.” The two of you giggle quietly amongst each other, quick feet making your way closer to the pool to avoid the scorching pavement.

Your toes are the first to dip into the pool and you practically moan at the cold water melting away the blistering haze that sticks onto your skin. The water is icy at your waist and you love it. “So my advice would be not to worry about him, instead it's his little army of plastic bimbos that you should watch out for.” 

“Ahh, internalised misogyny. We love to see it.” 

Jieun acknowledges you with a hum as the two of you float around the calming abyss. She then swims closer to you, nodding her head into the direction of a lonely Jungkook, who lazily stares at your alluring form. “I think your loverboy over there wants to talk to you.”

Jieun swims away before you can protest, leaving you to face the handsome man before you. His eyes are round and docile, yet his stare is tantalising, it pulls you in as if he’s slowly reeling you in with a rope. 

The water delicately ripples around your body when you approach him and you internally sigh in awe at the striking features of his stunning face. You want to use this opportunity to finally get to know him, and perhaps form a new friendship. 

You take note of the lack of Jin’s hawk-like eyes or for better the lack of any eyes on the two of you. You’re alone, huddled into one of the far corners of the pool, your conversation private, just for two pairs of ears. 

You open your mouth to speak, “So-”

“I-”

An uncomfortable silence stills the air and you both halt your words to giggle quietly amongst yourselves. God, this is awkward. 

“You go first”, You offer, tucking a wet strand of hair behind your ear. Jungkook follows the subtle movement of your fingers before taking a deep breath. 

“I feel like we should discuss the elephant in the room”

You're stunned. “Huh?”

“You know… That Friday night?”

Of course you knew what he was referring too, yet you wondered why as you honestly didn’t think that night had much impact on the man. 

With a raised brow you ask, “What about it?”

“I’ve just had a lot of... thoughts”

You scratch your head feeling puzzled. You’re sure Jungkook has had better blowjobs in his lifetime. Hell, Jungkook did most of the work that night. “Do you usually discuss the past hookups you have, or am I just lucky today?”

You’re teasing him, nevertheless Jungkook tilts his head back towards the sky. All he wants is clarification, only this conversation is heading down an awkward path, so he decides to spit out what’s been bothering him for the past few days.

“Okay listen, I know this is odd to say, but ever since that night, It’s like I can’t get you out of my head.”

Your ego inflates at his statement and you smirk. You knew you could suck dick well, but according to Jungkook you seem to have quite the talent.

You smile proudly, “damn, look at me go, I can’t believe I have the campus playboy wrapped around my finger.”

Jungkook scoffs, both in annoyance and embarrassment because shit, he could have worded that differently, now he sounds like the clingy girls he fucks.

“Yeah, yeah let’s not pretend like I was the only one enjoying myself here. Weren’t you the one practically begging to be touched?” 

You’re amused. “Weren’t you the one who couldn’t make me cum. Yet came from their own handjob?”

Jungkook tongues his cheek and looks away. The way you speak so casually intimidates him. No girl has ever spoken to him this way, in fact, Jungkook’s the one who usually likes to tease. He can slowly feel the creeping heat alighting his cheeks and God does he hope you don’t notice.

You patiently wait for Jungkook’s reply, a sly grin adorned on your pretty face. However, Jungkook doesn’t say anything, rather he frowns and immaturely splashes water at your face. 

“Jungkook!” You sputter, wiping at your face to rid of the chlorine in your eyes. “What the fuck was that for?”

He shrugs, “sorry my hand must’ve slipped”

You don’t take that for an answer, your petty nature crawling out as you splash him back harder than he had done. “Hand slipped, my ass.”

You cross your arms smugly, a small laugh blossoming out of your mouth when Jungkook cutely rubs at his eyes. 

It’s after a minute when you realise Jungkook hasn’t stopped furiously rubbing his eyes. The circular motions of his hand move so intensely that it begins to look painful and irritating. “Fuck, it stings”, he exclaims in agony.

Shit, you inwardly curse, gently touching his wrist, concern lacing your features because you didn’t think getting chlorinated water in one's eye would sting that much. You analyse his facial expressions closely and you wince at the redness surrounding his eyes from his harsh rubbing. 

On the contrary, Jungkook knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s competitive and won’t back down from a fight, even if it’s just fun banter, so he continues his little scheme just for the fun of it and hides his small grin under his large hands.

You’re now slightly panicked, “fuck, Jungkook I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit the water that hard I-”

Jungkook cracks.

Ever so slowly, he peeps his eyes out at you and watches with a mischievous smirk as your face morphs from alarmed to annoyed in less than a millisecond.

You tighten your grip on his wrist and attempt to slap his hard chest with your free hand, however Jungkook’s reflexes are fast and he grasps your hand tightly, a teasing glint in his eye. 

“You little shit-”

All of a sudden a loud holler is heard from the front door, rousing a relaxed Jin out of his chair as he sprints while simultaneously yelling at the ruckus being made. It’s then a stampede of both familiar and unfamiliar faces come crashing in. Some jump straight into the pool to cool off from the blazing sun while others rush to the table of assorted alcohol, desperate to get an ounce of it in their system.

Word seemed to go around about Jin’s supposed small get-together unbelievably fast, causing the once tranquil Kim Seokjin into a raging volcano. 

You’re pressed right up against Jungkook’s solid chest and he surprisingly pays you no mind, even though your perky tits are deliciously pushed up perfectly against his body. Jungkook’s eyes are not settled on them, rather he pays close attention to the amount of people dangerously plunging into the pool at a fast rate.

Jungkook protectively hugs your shoulders to shield you from the rowdy party goers who definitely do not understand the definition of personal space. Your heart swells when he then delicately places your head in the crook of his neck and wraps an arm around your fairly exposed body, essentially guarding you from frantic wet limbs and ignorant individuals.

You feel comfortable and safe, so comfortable that you wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while if it weren’t for the throng of college students delving into the cooling water. 

Jin’s house begins to fill with unexpected guests very quickly and you wonder how Jin is handling the situation. You suppose not very well when you see him whipping people with towels, red ears making an appearance and his booming voice following him.

Jungkook wants to get out and he’s sure you feel the same way which is why he smoothly slots his hand into your own, long fingers wrapping around your hand to carefully pull you through the growing crowd of people in the pool.

Whilst pushing past a variety of college students you are met with many stares, even worse, numerous envious eyes and whispers of possible gossip. You try your best to avoid their gazes, the hard stares reminding you of the last time Jungkook held your hand to push through groups of people. 

Water drips down the curves of your body and lands in little pools around you when you step out of the pool. At this point you’ve garnered even more turning heads that examine every inch of your skin closely. Their stares itch your skin and you feel akin to an animal kept in a zoo enclosure, curious eyes breaking down your confidence, you want to hide. 

You usually like to pride yourself on your confidence because you know you’re hot and you know your worth. It had taken many failed relationships to build up your self love and nourish the scars and memories of questioning if you’re good enough. 

You fight on and squeeze Jungkook’s hand, mostly for some sort of reassurance. It shocks you when he astonishingly squeezes back and softly rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. It’s almost as if he knows how you’re feeling. 

You glance up at him shyly. Jungkook keeps his eyes straight ahead. He smiles a different kind of smile than the one he had directed to you a few hours ago. His lips are in a permanent smug smirk. His usual playboy smile. He flashes it at everyone as if he’s asking for their approval and even goes in to high-five a few people who are unrecognisable to you. You soon realise that this is what Jungkook thrives on. People, validation and his notorious reputation he’s created for himself.

Jungkook lights up at the presence of crowds, flirty smiles and people calling his name, whereas you want to crawl into your skin and run away because from the perspective of outsiders it looks like you’re just another one of Jungkook’s flings that will soon be forgotten by next week.

Well, you hope you won’t turn out to be one of them.

At last you find yourself away from the heart of the party, your dress in hand but your body still wet nonetheless. Jungkook is in the same state as yourself, droplets of water dribbling from his dark hair and onto the timber flooring. He leans into your ear, “I’ll go get us some towels, stay here.”

He’s gone before you can reply, making small conversation when he passes by various people, his boisterous laugh echoing down the halls. 

You’re alone now, and defenceless at that. There’s not many people you know here, besides the few odd people you share a class with and some sleazy frat boys that hold a similar reputation to Jungkook. You want to find Jieun so you can hug her or maybe ask her if she can take you home, but she is nowhere to be found.

Fuck, You remember leaving your bag on the kitchen table, unsupervised with many personal belongings stowed away inside. Using your dress to cover the most of your exposed skin like a blanket, you stride over to the kitchen and sigh in relief when you find your bag untouched and in perfect condition.

Snatching up your bag, you grab your phone and immediately text Jieun to find out where the fuck she’s hiding, but there’s a part of you that knows she’s probably fucking Yoongi somewhere. Traitor.

Jungkook finds you to be in a completely different part of the house than where he asked you, one towel wrapped around his neck and the other draped over his arm. You haven’t noticed him yet, your frantic fingers texting a treacherous Jieun, “princess, didn’t I tell you to stay put?”

You’re startled. Switching your phone off you stick your arm out, waiting for Jungkook to pass you the towel but he doesn't. Jungkook gently pushes your shoulders so that you turn away from him and carefully wraps the towel around your body like a cape. You hold the edges of the fabric to help him hug the towel around yourself, keeping it tighter to your body.

Your voice is quiet, “thank you.”

Jungkook leans down to meet your face, “What was that?”

Even though Jungkook had been in the pool longer than you, his cologne still sticks to his skin and you kind of want to breathe more of it in, but that would be weird.

“Oh, I said thank you.”

You’re close to him again, although this time he towers over you with a look almost identical to a predator meeting its prey.

Jungkook’s eyes flirt around your face and descend. He shamelessly drinks up the swell of your breasts and whatever skin is visible amidst the fluffy towel around you. It’s strange. You had noticed Jungkook doing the exact same thing when you were alone with him. The difference though was that his looks were cursory as if he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Now, It's like a new persona had taken over him and he was ready to pounce at any sign of a green light. 

He’s stuck in a trance, fuckboy tinted glasses fogging his vision.

You force out a giggle and playfully shove his shoulder, “my eyes are up here, you know.” 

His reply comes lighting fast, he’s definitely been in this position before. “I know, just admiring them.”

Jungkook wants to hit himself the second his reply spewed out of his mouth. He desperately wants to reassure your unimpressed (though also very cute) face, because goddammit he wanted to be respectful. Jungkook knows he has a tendency to slip into a new personality when the right amount of people hyped him. Call it being two faced, he knows it's one of his fatal flaws. 

“I'm sorry.” 

He says it genuinely. 

Jungkook only just got to properly meet you, he doesn’t want to give you the wrong impression! He can admit, your first ever official meeting (moreso hookup) wasn’t ideal, yet the way Jin dragged him through the mud undoubtedly made him understand that you weren’t the type of woman that should ever undergo the treatment he puts his hookups through. Scratch that, any woman shouldn’t be treated the way Jungkook treats them.

You're now fully covered under the towel, not a sliver of skin on display. You don’t know if his apology was genuine. “It’s ok I guess, I expected nothing less from you anyways.”

“Right.” He’s messed up.

You clear your throat, “I’m gonna go get changed, maybe look for Jieun unless-”

Jungkook finishes your sentence, “-she’s fucking Yoongi.”

You exhale, “yeah.”

“Jeon Jungkook!”

The voice makes you halt at its familiar tone. Jungkook doesn’t notice your growing panic as he too freezes in his spot. 

No, it can’t be.

The world plays in slow motion when he walks into your line of vision. His assertive stride, smug smile and sharp eyes.

Jeong Suho.

His name explodes inside of you like a blistering fire yet your heart feels ice cold. He is the very man you have spent weeks trying to avoid and even more trying to get out of your head.

The world plays at a normal speed when he approaches Jungkook. Their facial expressions are the same, the way they greet each other is the same. They’re practically the same breed of fuckboy, born from the same mother.

“Been awhile since I’ve seen you around.”

Jeong Suho was a person that Jungkook didn’t really mind, In fact there was a point in Jungkook’s life where he would’ve considered Suho to be one of his closest friends. They were two peas in a pod freshmen year of college. Never giving a fuck about their education and always present for any opportunity to get completely wasted with as many girls they could possibly seduce. Nowadays, Jungkook would rather keep his distance from him.

On the contrary, you were one of the many girls that had fallen deeply for Suho’s alluring charm. You fell so hard, you thought that maybe just maybe there was a possibility that you could secure a future with him. Obviously that was not the case.

You thank your lucky stars that Jungkook was there to distract Suho while you make your haste escape. All you need to do now is somehow locate an unoccupied bathroom, preferably without having to walk in on someone getting it on, and then you could get the hell out of there.

You must admit, you look quite ridiculous right now. Navy blue towel wrapped tightly around your body, your small head peeking through. You could probably pass as some form of E.T cosplay right now. You don’t care if you look rude, pushing and shoving whoever stands in your way. You only have one goal and you’re so so close to succeeding-

“Wait, Y/N! Is that you?”

Fuck.

Do you run? Maybe duck behind some poor innocent student looking for a good time? You huff, you're already sticking out like a sore thumb, there’s no use in trying to hide when the enemy has already spotted you. Even worse Jungkook motions you over with a wide gleaming smile. If only he knew how much you’re dreading this interaction.

Grudgingly, you walk over, looking like an irritated gremlin with your towel still firmly secured around you. Jungkook makes matters worse by pushing the towel off your head, releasing your scruffy ball of hair. You grimace. 

“I didn’t know you knew Y/N?”

Suho sends a smirk your way. You however, glower.

“Yeah we go way back, don’t we baby?”

You force a tight lipped smile, howbeit you look as if you have a mild case of constipation. 

“Sure.” It comes out rough through gritted teeth.

Suho notes your frustration, a sly grin carving onto his punchable face. He turns towards Jungkook, seemingly blocking you from their conversation, yet you know Suho wants you to hear what he has to say.

“You know it’s a shame. Y/N’s gorgeous, ten outta ten body, knows how to put it to good use, however she never let me fuck her. Don’t you think that’s weird?”

Jungkook stays silent for a minute, eyeing your shaking fists and angry eyebrows. Jungkook may be dumb, but he sure knows how to read a room, thus leading him to the conclusion that your relationship with Suho isn’t something you’re very fond of and that he should probably get you out of here.

“Uhhh no, that’s not weird at all actually. What I think is weird is the fact that you think you have this sick claim on every girl you’ve defiled and even worse, you’ve always had this strange need to chase after every virgin you see like some perverted cherry picker. Yeah, that’s weird.”

Suho laughs right in his face, spit grossly tickling his skin. “That’s rich coming from you Jeon, weren't you quite the cherry picker in your freshman days, no?”

Jungkook doesn’t know what he expected from this conversation. It definitely wasn’t this.

It's obvious that Jungkook isn’t a saint, he really fucking far from it. Although, one thing's for sure, it’s his absolute hatred for the way his brain was wired in his freshman year of college. Yes, Jungkook still remains as one of the standing campus fuckboys but he’s gained a few more brain cells since then. 

Jungkook opens his mouth to retort, only to be met with Suho’s back as he turns his attention towards you.

“Y/N, darling if I were you i’d make a run for it, ya know keep your chastity intact or whatever.” His smile is saccharine sweet, though his words are sickly sour.

The months of pent up anger stored within your being bubbles and overflows like a bad science experiment. You’ve quickly decided that now’s that time to expose the shitty excuse of a man, and quite frankly you don’t care that you have an audience. Actually, an audience would make this all the better.

Your finger is strong, pointing accusingly at his broad chest. “You know what you stupid motherfucker? Don’t waltz in here with that dumb smile of yours when you know you have some disgusting cheesy infection growing down there.”

Suho’s eyes widen slightly. It was no secret he was a walking STD, just about infecting every girl that was naive enough to sit on his dick. 

Everyone at the party has definitely stopped to listen to what you have to say. You even spot Jin from the corner of your eye sending you a proud smile. “And while we're on the topic of cheese, Learn how to wash your fucking dick!”

You don’t let him have a moment to speak, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and pulling him out of the house.

A few people applaud, some girls praise you on your way out. You give them no mind, you’ve had enough for tonight.   

Jungkook starts his car, no questions asked. It’s obvious to him that there’s bad blood between you and Suho. What you don’t know is that Jungkook can also relate. 

Technically there was no bad blood between them, moreso the hurtful memories and manipulation Suho put him through. To put it simply, Suho was probably the worst influence Jungkook could ever have as a vunerable freshman. 

The crunch of gravel and soft melodies that spill out of Jungkook’s radio converse with eachother and fill the defeaning silence that sits between you and Jungkook. 

Jungkook doesn’t even know where he’s going, he just drives. 

Every so often he checks up on you from the corner of his eye. Your knees stick tightly together and point away from him. Your fingers curl and uncurl, leaving cresent moons in your skin. And to finish it off, your face remains still, hostility completely washing over your features. If Jungkook didn’t know any better he would think you’d jump out of his car and make a run for it at the chance of him stopping the car.

It’s seven sniffles later when Jungkook decides he knows where he should take you.

The night sky is clear and the stars burn brightly to accompany the full round moon. It’s the perfect setting for release and maybe a screaming session if you’re up for it.

Jungkook makes a stop behind a forest of tall trees and a dirt path. You sit up immediately. 

“Where are we?” Your eyes are rimmed with tears, “I want to go home.”

Jungkook shuts the engine off, “you never told me where you live.”

“Well you never asked!”

Maybe you shouldn’t have yelled because from the looks of it, Jungkook just wants to help you out and clearly you’re not being the friendliest right now. 

You curl back into yourself, “sorry”, another sniffle.

Jungkook brings your fists into his hands and warmly opens them up. You refuse to look at him, it doesn’t deter Jungkook one bit.

Tenderly he brings a finger under your chin, gradually bringing your eyes up to his. Jungkook takes his time with you, careful to not set you off until you’re face to face with his warm eyes. 

“I brought you here because it’s apparent we both need let out some pent up steam.” He drags his fingers delicately across the curve of your chin and back into his lap. His touch is fleeting, you miss it already. “I just thought you may want to vent or just shout out into the void, it’s up to you.” You nod, fully trusting Jungkook’s intentions. “And at any time you feel like going home just say the word and I’ll take you there, okay?” 

Your heart swells in adoration at his caring nature, though you can’t help but wonder how he can have such a sudden change in personality depending on where he is and who he’s with. It’s unnerving. 

Jungkook clicks his seatbelt off and heads out the car, “put your dress back on princess, I’ll be out here waiting for you.” You mutter your confirmation and do as he asks.

The cool summer air kisses your skin and runs through your hair as you step out of the car. Jungkook is already by your side dressed in an oversize hoodie with another in his hand as well as a fuzzy blanket. 

Jungkook steps closer to you, holding the hem of his hoodie to slip over your body. Without a second thought you raise your hands causing Jungkook to chuckle at how cute you look dwarfed in his clothes.

The same cologne you smelled on his skin earlier lingers on every fibre of fabric around you. His scent is everywhere, swirling around your head, instantly calming down your anxieties. You smile at him, “Lead the way Jungkook.”

Jungkook leads you up a small hill and you notice the trees opening up to display a lush field of grass. However, the sight before you leaves you in absolute wonder. You stand completely still and take it all in. 

The night sky is dark but the city below illuminates is beautifully. Your gaze bounces over all the buildings, skyscrapers and their dazzling bright lights. It’s peaceful up here, you decide as you take a glimpse of the hundreds of tall structures looking so tiny, so ant-like.

Jungkook is settled behind you, his legs comfortably folded underneath himself. He remembers what it was like the first time he saw the view, which is why he doesn’t blame your stunned silence and glazed eyes. 

“How did you find this place?”

You find your way towards Jungkook and plant yourself right beside him. “I don’t know, I was just driving aimlessly one night and found it, It’s nice right.”

You hum, “it’s beautiful.”

Jungkook murmurs in agreement as you lie down on the woolly blanket beneath you. The stars twinkle and glimmer amongst the deep blue sky, creating a serene experience. You shut your eyes.

“I hate him.”

Jungkook looks down at you, you don’t see him though. “Suho?”

“Yeah”, you exhale deeply, “I can’t believe I had to see him again.”

Although Jungkook knows you can’t see him, he swivels his body around to face you properly. “Did you guys date or something?”

You scoff, “pffft you know Suho doesn’t date anyone.” You open your eyes, meeting a pair of round docile ones. You continue, “Suho was the first guy who every gave me an ounce of attention. Before him guys never looked my way. Jungkook remains silent, letting you pour out what’s on your mind.

“Suho had me fooled, I thought I was special to him, thought he saw something in me that was different from the others. Turns out that was his game after all”

You speak so animatedly, your hands wave around in the air, your eyebrows scrunch when the memories come back to you. “It’s stupid really, how I used to gush to him about finding the one person in the universe that was created just for me. I guess he used this as my weak point.” 

Inhale, exhale. 

“He made me believe he was that special person for me, used it as an excuse to pressure me into sex.” A tear rolls down the side of your face, falling perfectly in a straight line. “I almost gave in, but something just felt so wrong. Every time I said no he would call me terrible names, tell me that no one would want me if I never gave them what they wanted. And I believed him.”

Another tear escapes your wet orbs, Jungkook is there to wipe it this time.

“I broke it off after I found out he fucked my roommate and gave her some disease.” You chuckle, “I guess I’m lucky I never let him fuck me huh?” 

Jungkook’s heart breaks at your saddened eyes and the way Suho treated you, he sweeps a stray hair out of you face. “I think you dodged a bullet there princess, what he did to you was pure evil, no one, and especially you don’t deserve that”

You sit up, wiping remaining tears and thanking him as you go, “It’s your turn now.” You pat his thigh, “tell me why Suho got you so riled up tonight.”

Jungkook shuffles in his spot, “It’s actually kind of similar to you.”

You gasp sarcastically, “no way he pressured you into sex too?”

He laughs, eyes squeezing shut, “No, no, nothing like that.”

You lean closer to Jungkook, giving him the same attention he had given you. “My father left when my mother found out she was pregnant with me, so growing up I had no male figure present in my life. My mother stopped at nothing to give me that to the point that almost every week I’d wake up and see a new man drinking out of my favourite mug. I didn’t mind it because I was only a child and some part of me always hoped they would stay, but they never did.”

“My mom was a hopeless romantic. She held so much sentimental and idealistic views on love that it stuck to me. She always told me that there was someone special out there just for me.” You smile at the similar belief, Jungkook sighs. 

“Cut to college, Suho was the first friend I made. I had no experience with girls whatsoever, and I still held on to my mother’s faith. Whenever I talked to Suho about it he would always shut me down or make fun of me.”

“He told me that all my feelings are bullshit, and that I only felt that way because I’ve never hooked up with anyone before. Next thing I knew we were going to parties every week getting absolutely shitfaced and fucking every girl I laid eyes on.”

You nod, listening intently. “And tonight, he hit a nerve. What he said made me realise that I’m just as bad as him. He moulded me into this person and now I have a reputation.”

Jungkook’s eyes drop, “he broke my concept of love before I even got to experience it.”

You never knew Jungkook was in a place like this. You always thought he was like Suho, built to break hearts and show no emotion when it came to love. Jungkook was nothing like that. His heart was truly big, desperately longing for someone.

Placing your hand on top of his own you comfort him as best as you can, “oh, Jungkook, trust me when I tell you this, the love in your heart is not broken. Think about it, most people you’ve met have been through college right?” He nods, “there are so many other people out there that you’ve never met, soon you’ll be able to find that someone and learn how to love. I know you present yourself as this emotionless playboy, but once you let that part of you go it’ll feel so freeing.”

Jungkook stares deeply into your eyes, he’s so thankful that he decided to bring you here, he can’t contain his happiness. 

“Can I like, hug you?” Jungkook asks shyly. You smile, and it’s so big and bright Jungkook might as well be staring at the sun. Before he knows it, you’re tackling him into the most wholesome hug he’s ever had. You’re warm and you smell like vanilla, It feels like home.

“Get up”, he says abruptly, extending his arm to pull up your confused self.

“What-”, Jungkook cuts you off, “have you ever just let yourself scream?”

Jungkook has intertwined your hands together, and your heart pounds at the realisation of how well they fit together. “Well, no but I assume that’s what we’re about to do right now.”

He pulls you closer to the edge of the small hill, the view of the city sparkles right in front of you. “On the count of three, one- two- three!”

You scream, you let it all out and God does it feel refreshing.

The two of you sound utterly insane, but none you give a single fuck. You scream until your lungs burn and your throat itches you to stop.

The volume of both of your voices ring out into the night sky only for the moon, stars and yourselves. The night is still young but Jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way.

With you he lets go of everything, all the past mistakes, all the hurt because at this moment he feels like he could fly, soar into the clouds. 

He feels infinite.

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