#parties

Holiday Temptations


Warnings/Themes: Explicit sexual content (oral sex m and f receiving, squirting, protected sex, multiple rounds, messy hardcore sex, heavy dirty talk, aftercare), slow-burn tension, enemies-to-lovers vibes, flirtatious teasing/bullying (mostly from Jungkook), emotional denial, fluff with heavy pining, alcohol consumption (light), college holiday party, jealousy, forced proximity.


Word Count: ~1.8k

Part one, Part two, Part four

Pairing: Jungkook x reader



Summary: Winter break looms, and she’s determined to forget the heat of that study session with Jungkook by burying herself in denial and dorm solitude. But Mina’s invitation to a Christmas party pulls her back into the fray, complete with sexy outfits and unspoken hopes. At Mingyu’s bash, old tensions ignite when Jungkook spots her with someone else. What follows is a whirlwind of jealousy, stolen kisses, and a locked study room where boundaries shatter once more—no confessions, just raw desire and lingering what-ifs. Meanwhile, Mina makes her move on her crush, proving holiday miracles come in pairs.

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The weeks after that disastrous night in his dorm dragged like molasses. She ignored him with a fervor that bordered on obsession—dodging his texts (he’d somehow gotten her number through the group chat), switching paths on campus, even arriving late to their literature lecture just to slip in unnoticed. The project loomed like a guillotine, but she powered through, emailing her sections with curt notes: “Attached. Review if you care.” He responded with winking emojis and “Miss you, dollface,” which she deleted without reading further.

Of course, she spilled everything to Mina the next morning over coffee in their dorm. “He… I… on his thigh,” she stammered, face buried in her hands. Mina’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights.

“Girl, that’s hot! But you’re avoiding him now? Why? Sounds like unfinished business.”

“Because it’s him. Jungkook. The walking red flag. It can’t happen again.”

Mina just smirked. “Famous last words.”

The day they turned in the group project was the last class before winter break—a blissful four weeks of freedom. Snow dusted the campus like powdered sugar, students buzzing with holiday plans. She had none. No family trips, no cozy reunions; her relationship with her parents was strained at best, distant at worst. The dorm would be her haven: books, Netflix, and blessed solitude.

She trudged back to the room that afternoon, kicking off her boots, only to find Mina bouncing on her bed like a kid on caffeine.

“You. Me. Christmas party next week at Mingyu’s place. We have to go!”

She blinked, dropping her bag. “Mingyu? As in, your crush since forever?”

“The one and only.” Mina grinned, waving her phone. “He invited me personally. Said to bring friends. It’s gonna be epic—lights, music, mistletoe. Come on, please?”

Hesitation hit her like a snowball. “The last party you dragged me to ended with… you know.”

Mina’s expression softened. “Jungkook? Pfft, lightning doesn’t strike twice. I’ll be your wingwoman. No drama, I promise. Just fun.”

She chewed her lip, the memory of his hands on her still too fresh. But Mina’s puppy eyes won out. “Fine. Yes.”

The first week of break crawled by in a haze of lazy mornings and online shopping sprees. Mina insisted on a mall trip for “party armor”—sexy outfits to slay the night. She tried not to care, browsing racks with feigned indifference, but deep down, a traitorous voice whispered: What if he sees you? What if you look like a gift he can’t resist unwrapping? She shoved it down, opting for a red velvet mini dress that hugged her curves, paired with thigh-high boots. “For me,” she told her reflection. Not for him.

Thursday arrived, the party night. Their dorm transformed into a glam station: music blasting from Mina’s speaker (holiday remixes with a beat), makeup scattered like confetti, outfits laid out. Mina went for gold sequins, short and shimmering, her hair in sleek waves. She chose the red dress—plunging neckline, hem skimming her thighs—smoky eyes, loose curls, a touch of shimmer on her collarbones where faint hickey scars lingered.

“Damn, we look edible,” Mina declared, snapping selfies. “Mingyu won’t know what hit him.”

She laughed, nerves bubbling. “Just pray Jungkook stays away.”

Mina winked. “Or doesn’t.”

They Ubered to Mingyu’s off-campus house—a sprawling place decked in twinkling lights, fake snow on the lawn, a massive tree visible through the windows. Music pulsed from inside, laughter spilling out as guests arrived. Mingyu greeted them at the door, tall and handsome in a ugly Christmas sweater, his eyes lighting up at Mina.

“You made it! Drinks in the kitchen. Make yourselves at home.”

Mina flushed, looping her arm through his. “Lead the way, host.”

She followed, grabbing a light punch to steady her nerves. The house was packed: bodies dancing in the living room, games in the basement, couples under mistletoe. She mingled, chatting with acquaintances, sipping slowly. No sign of him. Relief mixed with a pang she ignored.

By 9:30, she was on the dance floor, the alcohol loosening her limbs. A guy from her psych class—cute, harmless—joined her, his hands respectful on her waist as they moved to the beat. She laughed at his jokes, actually enjoying herself for once. No drama, just fun.

Then, at 10pm sharp, the door swung open. Jungkook strolled in, snowflakes melting in his dark hair, wearing a black leather jacket over a fitted sweater, jeans hugging his thighs. His eyes scanned the room—and locked on her.

Something twisted in his gut at the sight: her in that red dress, laughing with some guy’s hands on her. Jealousy? Fuck no. He wasn’t the type. But his feet moved before his brain caught up, weaving through the crowd. He grabbed her wrist mid-spin, yanking her away.

“Hey!” the guy protested, but Jungkook shot him a glare that shut him up.

She barely processed it— one second dancing, the next dragged down a hallway. “What the hell—”

The study door slammed shut behind them, lock clicking. Bookshelves lined the walls, a desk cluttered with papers, dim lamp casting golden light. He pinned her against the door, mouth crashing onto hers.

No fight. No protest. She kissed back with equal fire, hands fisting his jacket, pulling him closer. It was hunger, raw and unfiltered—tongues battling, teeth nipping, her back arching as his hands roamed her sides.

Around the same time, two rooms down, Mina had finally cornered Mingyu in a guest bedroom. Her crush since the semester started, and tonight, with liquid courage, she made her move. “I’ve been wanting this,” she whispered, pushing him onto the bed. He grinned, pulling her down with him. Clothes flew, moans muffled by kisses—two best friends getting lucky, oblivious to the storm brewing nearby.

Back in the study, she gasped as Jungkook’s lips trailed her jaw. “You asshole. Showing up late, ruining my night.”

He chuckled darkly, nipping her earlobe. “Ruining? Looks like you were waiting for me, dollface. Dancing with that loser—trying to make me jealous?”

“Fuck you,” she breathed, but her fingers dug into his hair, holding him there.

“Plan on it.” His hands slid under her dress, thumbs tracing her thighs. “Missed this. Missed you squirming for me.”

She shoved his chest half-heartedly. “I hate you.”

“Liar.” He dropped to his knees, eyes dark with intent. “Let me remind you why you don’t.”

He hiked her dress up, hooking her leg over his shoulder. Her panties—red lace, matching the dress—were soaked already. He groaned, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “So wet. For me?”

“Shut up and do something,” she hissed, hand in his hair.

He smirked, peeling the lace aside. His tongue flicked out, tasting her—slow, teasing circles around her clit. She moaned, head thunking against the door. He dove in deeper, licking broad stripes through her folds, sucking her clit with relentless precision. Fingers joined, two curling inside her, pumping in rhythm.

“Oh god—Jungkook—” Her hips bucked, grinding against his face.

He hummed, vibrations sending shocks through her. “Taste so fucking good, princess. Been dreaming about this pussy.”

Dirty words fueled her, coil tightening. He added a third finger, stretching her, tongue flicking faster. Pressure built, overwhelming—then she shattered, squirting against his mouth with a cry. He lapped it up greedily, chin glistening, eyes locked on hers.

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” he growled, standing to kiss her, letting her taste herself.

Panting, she pushed him back toward the desk. “My turn.”

He raised a brow. “No need, dollface. This is about you.”

But she dropped to her knees anyway, looking up through lashes. “Want to. Please.”

He cursed under his breath, unzipping his jeans. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, tip leaking. She kissed his thigh first, teasing like he had, then the tip, swirling her tongue around the head.

“Shit—” His hand tangled in her hair, gentle guide.

She took him in, inch by inch, hollowing her cheeks. Bobbing slowly at first, then faster, hand stroking the base. He groaned, hips twitching. “So good, baby. Look at you, on your knees for me. So fuckable.”

Saliva dripped, messy and hot. She hummed, taking him deeper, gagging slightly but pushing on. His grip tightened, pace quickening—but he pulled out before finishing.

“Not yet.” He hauled her up, spinning her to bend over the desk. Papers scattered. From his pocket, a condom—ripped open with teeth, rolled on swiftly.

“Ready?” he murmured, lining up.

“Yes—fuck me.”

He slammed in, bottoming out with a shared groan. “So tight. Perfect.”

The pace was brutal from the start—deep thrusts, desk creaking. His hand on her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit. She moaned loudly, pushing back to meet him.

“Harder,” she demanded.

He obliged, pounding relentlessly. “Like that, sweetheart? Taking my cock like you were made for it.”

“Yes—oh fuck, right there!”

Sweat slicked their skin, breaths ragged. He pulled out suddenly, flipping her to face him, lifting her onto the desk. Legs around his waist, he thrust back in—deeper angle, hitting her G-spot.

“Look at me,” he growled. Eyes locked, intense. “This what you wanted? Me ruining you again?”

She clawed his back through his sweater. “Shut up and make me come.”

He laughed breathlessly, thumb on her clit, thrusts erratic. She clenched around him, orgasm crashing—walls pulsing, crying his name.

He followed, groaning deep, spilling into the condom. But he didn’t stop. Pulled out, discarded it, grabbed another from his wallet. “Round two.”

He sat in the desk chair, pulling her onto his lap—reverse cowgirl. She sank down, moaning at the fullness. Hands on her ass, guiding her bounces.

“Fuck, dollface—ride me. Show me how bad you need it.”

She did, grinding hard, circling her hips. His fingers dug in, spanking lightly. “Good girl. So fucking hot.”

Pleasure built again, faster. She leaned back against his chest, his hand slipping between her legs to rub her. “Come for me again, baby.”

She did—shaking, soaking them both. He flipped her onto the desk again, missionary now, slow and deep. Kisses turned sloppy, hands everywhere.

“Can’t get enough,” he muttered. “Your pussy’s addictive.”

“More,” she whimpered.

He delivered—faster, harder. Third orgasm hit her like a wave, squirting again faintly. He came with a curse, collapsing over her.

The clock on the wall ticked—forty minutes gone in a blur of sweat and ecstasy.

They stumbled to the attached small bed (Mingyu’s study apparently doubled as a guest nook), stripping fully. Naked, bodies tangled under a throw blanket. She traced his tattoos—the sleeve on his right arm, dragons and stars in intricate black ink. He played with her messy hair, twirling strands around his fingers.

“You okay, princess?” Soft now, almost tender.

She nodded, avoiding his eyes. “Yeah.”

Silence stretched, charged. No confessions. Just tension, thick as ever.

He smirked faintly. “Round three later?”

She swatted his chest. “Asshole.”

But she didn’t pull away.

Outside, the party raged on. Inside, the what-ifs lingered, unspoken. Winter break had just begun.

Author note: Hii loves, merry Christmas, part three of the temptations series is my gift to you guys. I hope you all enjoy!! Let me know if yall want part four! Besitos, mwahh😽

Tags: @ellushic (hope you enjoyyyy)

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