A Repentful Halloween
After months of getting to know Jungkook outside of the church retreat, you decide to see how far he’d be willing to go on Halloween night.
word count: 6.819
warning: car sex, semi-public sex, kissing, alcohol intake, drunk sex, roleplaying, unprotected sex, scripture reciting lmao, oral sex, semi-sub jungkook, fingering,
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this was supposed to be posted like a week ago but then i got sick so lets pretend spooky season is still among us :3
Jeon Jungkook continued to amaze you at times, you think.
The first amazement happened months ago after the Church retreat when he hadn’t called you.
Granted, you didn’t give him your full number, but you thought he would have figured it out by the time you all went home.
You were wrong and after a month, you realized that Jeon Jungkook - Church Boy Kookie - had ghosted you. You told yourself that it couldn’t be. That maybe he just couldn’t find your number like you thought he would, but even someone like you got into your own head. Dare you say you even felt a bit foolish to believe someone like him could want to continue anything with you. You were far too spontaneous for Jungkook to deal with on a day to day basis as this was no longer the retreat.
Still, you were you. And though you had no intentions of going to church, you had just to catch a glimpse of Jungkook. Your grandmother is more than ecstatic, assuring you dressed just as nice as she wanted you prior to attending. Jungkook ghosting you was fine, you told yourself, after all he was a man and that’s just what men did.
Only, Jeon Jungkook had not intentionally ghosted you, you realized. Upon entering the church in the sundress your grandmother gushed you looked beautiful in, your eyes scanned the large sea of people. Jungkook stood out, of course, he was tall and radiant. Even without speaking much you could spot him in the room - just as he spotted you.
You were the first to break eye contact that day. Not because you wanted to, but because you never chased a man before - even if you did come to this Church to see this very man.
Jungkook hadn’t meant to ghost you, you come to the realization that he was just far too considerate - and in his own head. After the service, it was him who spoke to you first, eyes wide and sparkling. He had blurted everything out far too fast and all at once; how he only called the random numbers after 3 PM because most people were off at work at that time and never after 7 PM. On weekends, he’d call around 11 AM and even opened his notes app and showed you all the numbers he called so he wouldn’t call them again.
Church Boy Kookie was a day away from calling your number, you noticed.
Since then, Jungkook and you have formed a friendship. It wasn’t the normal one, not like what he had with his friends. Could he call it a friends with benefits situation? You’ve been in his bed countless times - just as much as he’s been in yours. You’d kiss freely, even when you and him are hanging out in public. He finds that he enjoys his time with you, even without all the sex.
Jungkook continues to amaze you. This time by asking you to meet his friends.
At a club.
On Halloween.
You’ve heard countless stories about Jungkook’s friends, even spoke to them a few times over the phone that always left Jungkook embarrassed and red faced.
“I’m sorry in advance.” Jungkook says when he parks the car in the parking garage and turns off his car lights. “They…you know they’re a bit unhinged.”
The entire way to the club was Jungkook profusely overexplaining his friends. What they would possibly say, how they would joke and humiliate him in front of you. He knows Taehyung would get far too drunk and say something out of pocket that would embarrass him to no end. He was always the topic of their jokes, especially now that you were involved.
“You’re more nervous about me meeting them then I am.”
Jungkook watches the way you coat your lips with the gloss, swallowing a bit. He takes a deep breath, breaking his eyes away from you when you turn to him. The effect you had on him is the same as the first time he’s met you, even after all this time.
“I’m happy,” you decide to change the subject to ease his growing concern. You place a hand on his shoulder. “you decided to dress up with me!”
Jungkook told you it’s something he’s rarely done and you weren’t surprised. On Halloween as a child, he explained how his mother wasn’t the one to have him partake in these things. Passing out candy was all he ever did. Even after becoming an adult with his friends he remained just as reserved.
It was Jimin who teased him about opening up more when he suggested going to the club of all places and on Halloween. But Jungkook finds that being with you, even if the environment wasn’t entirely tame, was alright. For a few hours by your side, he’d forget just how inexperienced he was at certain aspects in life - and you never judged him for it.
Jungkook smiles. “It is Halloween,” he says. “And I’ve always wanted to be a-”
You watch intently, lips growing into a wider smirk.
“-slutty inmate.” Jungkook’s voice drops.
You giggle. It was your idea for Jungkook to be an inmate and you the cop - an idea you knew he found intriguing even if he didn’t say it. Only, the orange jumpsuit wasn’t enough for you to consider it slutty. So, you cut the sleeves off to showcase his arms - such arms that he sculptures in the gym four times a week - and zipped it up only halfway to showcase his chest.
Just as Jungkook suspected, his friends weren’t going to be normal about anything. Taehyung was already tipsy when you and Jungkook arrived. He couldn’t blame his friends, however. He hadn’t told them he was going to be in costume as it’s something he’s never bothered to do. Maybe the sight of Jungkook - and you in your own slutty cop costume - had him blurting out that, in Taehyung’s exact words, you “must have the greatest pussy in the world to get the stick out of Jungkook’s ass”.
“Tae.” Namjoon hisses, closing his eyes. The music is loud, but Taehyung is louder.
“Shots!” Jimin steps forward in hopes of changing the subject entirely, laughing at the look on Jungkook's face. He’s holding a handful of shots in his palms that he gently places on the table. “To Y/N,” Jimin holds out a clear liquid for you. “first shot is for you and Kookie tolerating us tonight.” Even he is teasing.
Jungkook also wasn’t much of a drinker and his friends knew it. He typically sticks to beer at times, but tonight - especially after Taehyung’s words - he takes a shot glass. It’s Yoongi who watches him with interest.“Letting loose tonight?” Yoongi ponders aloud. “He didn’t mean anything by saying it.”
Yoongi is speaking to Jungkook and him only, as the rest of the group had begun taking their shots.
“It’s fine.” Jungkook responds, placing the small glass to his lips and downing the alcohol. It burns his throat and stomach entirely, but he holds back the sour look and slams the glass onto the table.
The dance floor is flooded with people and it’s Jungkook who drags you away from his friends to go dance, already hot and tipsy. You allow him to, enjoying the feeling of his hands on your body. “You seem to be having fun!” you say over the music, arms around Jungkook’s torso, looking up at him with slightly glossy eyes. “Are you having fun?”
Warm hands place themselves onto your cheeks. You can’t help but laugh at the look on Jungkook’s face. He’s so obviously buzzed, eyes a bit red and just as glossy as yours. He’s swaying from side to side, which would be good if it was into the flow of the music. However, the music is entirely too fast, yet you and Jungkook were in your own little world right now.
“I am.” Jungkook says slowly. You can smell the tequila on him, a new scent you find cute on him, but you wouldn’t tell him. Jungkook still doesn’t enjoy being called cute - even if he was. “My friends are…stupid.”
There’s a pout in Jungkook’s voice, you notice. Your eyes examine his face for a moment before glancing around the sea of people. You could only spot one friend so far, Yoongi. He’s the only one at the table, sipping his drink slowly as his eyes wander around the club lazily.
“I like your friends.” you state, tightening your grasp on him. “You all seem so close.”
Jungkook remains silent, instead now tracing your lips with his thumb. He blinks a few times - the room feels like it’s spinning and he feels hot, even with his chest and arms out. He thinks about Taehyung’s words for a moment. Words that shouldn’t be dwelling on his mind - he knew how his friend was. He even warned not only you, but himself of how Taehyung would be when he was intoxicated.
You’re caught off guard when Jungkook leans forward and presses his lips to yours. The kiss is quick, nothing but a peck. He blinks a few times before he does it again, this time deepening the kiss.
There’s a little giggle in your throat when you do the same, deepening the kiss before your tongue reaches past his lips and slides against his. It isn’t weird for Jungook and you to kiss. You’ve done it plenty of times before. Though, he rarely does it in public, and when he does it’s a quick peck that leaves his cheeks flushed. Now, however, Jungkook finds with a little liquid courage he could do anything. He doesn’t care if people are watching him and you now in this crowded club with music that is far too loud. He enjoys your lips on his and the closeness of your bodies. Here, no one knows him but those who he came to see, and even they don’t judge him - not harshly, at least. No one is going to cut their eyes at the two of you. They aren’t going to whisper amongst themselves and judge.
And if they did, Jungkook didn’t care now.
Jungkook’s lips are sticky with your lipgloss when he releases your lips to breathe. His forehead is against yours, a few chuckles coming from parted lips.
“Church boy Kookie…are you drunk?” you ask playfully, unclapsing your arms around his torso to place your hands against his chest, his soft skin radiating such comforting warmth. “What would the people say? They’d probably blame me for such actions.”
You’re joking - somewhat. You aren’t blind to see that most people who attend the service look at you and Jungkook as odd. Meana has told you as such - but she assured that Jungkook always defends you.
Jungkook’s lips press against your nose, before he slides them up towards your forehead. The action has your body warming up, your eyes widening a bit.
“I know my relationship with God.” Jungkook murmurs. “Their opinions don’t matter to me.”
Before you could respond, there’s a pat on your back.
“Tae,” it’s Yoongi’s voice you hear over the loud music. He stands close enough to catch Jungkook’s attention, but not too close to be in your space. “wants to make a toast to you two.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. His hands drop from your cheeks to your waist.
You couldn't help but smile. You turn your eyes from Yoongi to Jungkook. “Let’s go~” you sing song.
Jungkook is still behind you when you make it back to the table. He’s close behind you, nearly sulking at having to go back to his friend. He holds onto your waist with his left hand, while his right accepts the shot that Hoseok gives him.
Jungkook may be buzzed, but his friends are worse. Hoseok is a giggling mess with a red face - usually, that would mean he’s a few minutes away from being quiet and sulking. Taehyung appears sweaty as if he’s been dancing for hours while Namjoon sits besides him, bobbing his head from side to side. Out of the group, Yoongi, Jungkook and you were the least likely to fall out at any given moment
“To Y/N,” Jimin lifts his shot glass between a slight shaky hand and points at you. “and Jungkook.”
“Are they getting married?” Taehyung asks with genuine shock. “Why are we toasting for the +m pacificlly?”
“Specifically.” Namjoon corrects with knitted brows.
Jungkook doesn’t wait for anymore words. Instead, he downs the light liquid himself with a roll of his eyes.
“We’re toasting because - really?” Jimin squints his eyes at Jungkook, but a smile forms on his lips at how relaxed his friend looks.
Hoseok leans back and closes his eyes, his shot firmly in his grasp.
“To the lovely couple.” Jin raises his glass, downing it before anyone else could say anything. He had 10 minutes left in him before he was going to make an excuse to leave.
Before Jungkook could correct that you and him weren’t a couple - yet, hopefully - Taehyung does.
“Couple?” Taehyung snorts. “I don’t think Kookie can handle all that.”
Hoseok opens an eye then giggles. Taehyung was such a shit talker when he was drunk.
“I handle her just fine.” Jungkook deadpans, face straight. “I handle her every day with no problem.” he shrugs, his grip on your waist tightening.
Your cheeks are warm at Jungkook’s words but you could only laugh. Buzzed Jungkook was fun - and cute. His rosy cheeks and pout. Hard glossy eyes that shined with determination to prove himself to his obviously joking friend.
“Oh! Do you?” Taehyung laughs, his cheeks flushed. “How do you handle her?”
“We’re not doing this now.” Namjoon claps his hands for their attention. “You’re letting him bait you. You know how Tae is.”
Jungkook did know how Taehyung was. If he was sober, he would’ve taken it like he always had. His older friends' teasing is almost never ending, but harmless. But the alcohol flowing through him refused. Instead, his eyes hardened and he licked his lips before speaking. “Y/N, how well do I handle you?”
It was your turn to take the shot when several eyes turned towards you. Hoseok is still giggling quietly to himself while Namjoon is begging you with his eyes to not take the bait - or be upset at being put on the spot.
“Is handle a synonym for fuck?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. You were never the one to recoil in embarrassment. You place the shot glass onto the table just as you say it. “If so, he fucks me good.”
If you all were anywhere else besides a club with loud music booming off the walls, you would’ve been kicked out by the way the men hollered at your response. It’s Taehyung who laughs the loudest, then Hoseok who hands slam against the table, all tiredness dissolved from his body. It’s all lighthearted fun that has even Jungkook laughing, his cheeks a crimson color.
“Cinnamon?” Jimin murmurs after a moment, his eyes darting to Namjoon for confirmation.
“What? No.” Namjoon shakes his head.
The rest of the night consisted of exactly this, you all joking around and continuing to drink. Jin was the first to make his leave, bidding you a goodnight and stating that he was happy to officially meet you. It was a sight to see Jungkook so carefree in such a public place of people. You two danced and laughed. At random moments, he’ll pull you in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around you. At the end of the night, Jungkook is stumbling a bit and he uses it to his advantage to tug you closer to him. Underneath the street lights, he thinks you’re even more beautiful.
“You should’ve sobered up when I told you to.” you say to him, your arms around his waist as you two cross the busy street. The walk back to the car appeared further than it was the first time. Maybe it was the alcohol.
Jungkook only pouts a bit. He doesn’t say anything and instead holds you closer to him. You aren’t upset nor was there any irritation in your voice. You would even say you were glad to see this side of him, someone his age enjoying things without scrutiny. The shots began to go down smoothly with him when Taehyung challenged him to even more and more of them. The only way he drank water was you forcing the straw into his mouth when you came from the bar.
“I feel like,” Jungkook says, words a bit slurred but otherwise heard. You and he are now in the parking garage. The lights are dim and cars are piling out. “you…” Jungkook stops walking and turns towards you. His eyes roam slowly at your costume. “...should arrest me.”
You blink a few times before letting out a few giggles. “You’re drunk.” you say, but you place a hand on his chest, fingers tapping against hot skin.
“I know my rights.” Jungkook states, knitting his eyebrows together in a way that has your lips twitching upwards.
“Church boy Kookie…” you let out a sigh, shaking your head. You’re grinning, your tapping fingers gliding across his torso. “…I’ve watched 26 seasons of Law & Order. I’m prepared for this moment.”
Jungkook tilts his head. “SVU or like-“
“Don’t think too much into it.” you interrupt. You didn’t want Jungkook to think too far into the roleplay that he was pondering who he’d be in this scenario. “You have the right to remain silent.”
“I know my rights!” Jungkook exclaims, a bit louder, his eyes glossy with intoxication and determination. “You can take advantage of me!”
“You’re still new to this, but it’ll do.” you retort, grasping his collar and pulling him along with you. The keys are in Jungkook’s pockets, but he presses the button as he arrives at the car door. You fling the back door open and push him in. You get inside with him, slamming the door shut immediately.
Instantly, you’re on him. Your lips clash against his, your tongue opening his mouth to assert the dominance Jungkook gives you willingly. His back hits the opposite back door while you straddle him, his hands placing themselves onto your waist. He tightens his grip before he glides them upwards all the while remaining in sync with your tongue.
Your hips buckle, your costume is thin but it still isn’t enough. You want to feel how hard Jungkook is - but you couldn’t give in that easily.
“You sure are bad when you’re drunk, Kookie.” you tease, your teeth clasping down on his bottom lip to tug at it.
Jungkook groans, lashes fluttering as he looks up at you.
“If you’re supposed to be arrested, no touching.” you say, a smirk forming onto your lips.
Jungkook’s eyes widen, his rosy lips forming a pout. “But-“
“No,” you push yourself away from Jungkook, your hands wrapping around to grasp both of his wrists to pull them off of you. “touching. You’re under arrest.”
Jungkook’s lips remain pouted, but he follows your rules. He places his wands down on either side of him, clenching them into soft fists so he wouldn’t be too tempted to touch you.
“Good boy.” You coo, your chest rumbling with laughter at how cute Jungkook looked beneath you - those glossy eyes staring up at you with such a needy expression. “You said I can take advantage of you, right?”
Your manicured nails find their way between his unbuttoned costume. You tap them against his skin.
Goosebumps immediately fill Jungkook’s skin. He swallows, his head nodding erratically.
“Use your words.” you tell him, enjoying the control you had over the man. Maybe it was the corruption that excited you - church boy Kookie would never be in this position with anyone else; especially not someone from the same church as him.
“Y-Yes!” Jungkook says, cheeks rosy and far too eager.
“Hmm…” your nails trail upwards towards his neck, soft fingertips gliding up his adams apple to then clasp his jaw. You lower yourself to press your lips back onto his.
It was pure torture, Jungkook thinks. As much as his hands yearned to touch you, he understood that he couldn’t. Instead, his mouth glides along with yours as the kiss grows heated. He moans into your lips, his bulge hardening by the second - mostly due to your slow grinding.
“What do you think people would say about me ‘taking advantage’ of you in your car?” you say, your lips trailing down his chin and then towards his jaw.
“There isn’t anything you’re doing that I don't want myself.” Jungkook responds, voice low. “I find you…irresistable.”
Jungkook swallows, his adams apple bobbing just as your lips reach his neck.
“There’s a scripture about resisting…” Jungkook murmurs. He lets out a short breath at how good your lips feel against his warm skin. “...Submit yourself, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”
Jungkook’s chest rises as your tongue trails onto his skin, dipping lower and lower. You’re now on his chest, eyes flickering up to look at him.
“Am I the devil?” you ask, amused.
Jungkook blinks, adjusting his eyes to look at you. You’re very beautiful to him that his heart swells for a moment and he forgets to breathe.
“You’re far more persistent than maybe the devil himself.” Jungkook snickers, clenching his fists tighter when he feels the urge to touch your face. “I don’t see you fleeing from me but I also don’t want you to.”
You hum, tilting your head a bit. “Are you trying to sweet talk your way out of being arrested, Kookie?”
“Of course not.” Jungkook offers a short smile. “I want you to do whatever you want to do to me. I’ll repent about it later.”
It was all too tempting, you think. Maybe it was wrong how wet you get from hearing Jungkook speak about scriptures. Surely it’s not something that is supposed to get you going - but it does. Again, maybe it’s the act of corrupting someone like him; so meek and different from you.
Even now, as Jungkook is nearly naked, the top half of his costume around his waist and his cock firmly in your grasp, you look up at him. “And what scriptures do you know about resisting temptation?” you ask him.
Jungkook swallows just as your thumb rubs along the tip of his hardened cock, already leaking pre-cum. His right hand is gripping at his leather seats, nails digging into it as glossy eyes watch you place the tip right against your wet - and warm - tongue.
“U-Uh,” Jungkook breathes. “Matthew 26:41 s-says to-”
Your tongue twirls around the tip, suckling up the salty pre-cum. “You stop, I stop.” you warn him, the game only beginning.
“W-Wacth and pray so that you will n-not…” Jungkook’s eyes flutter a bit when you take his cock further into your mouth, your tongue dancing around his hardened cock so lovingly. “-f-fall into temptation.”
Jungkook’s cock pops from your mouth, your hand firmly wrapping around it to pump him as you focus on suckling onto the tip. He grunts, his head leaning back against his dark windows. You were far too good at this and no matter how many times you’ve done this, it always feels like the very first time. His thighs tremble and he doesn’t hide the moans coming from parted lips.
“You’re…so good at this.” Jungkook murmurs. “Everyone who looks at a w-woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his h-heart….Matthew 5:28.”
Your eyes stare right at Jungkook's dark ones. It’s so dirty, you think, having him recite these scriptures all the while he watches you suck on his cock like the whore you were - but you weren’t doing anything he’d not wanted himself; his words exactly.
“You’ve fallen deeper and deeper into the hands of lust, Kookie.” you say, pumping his cock, tongue sliding between the slit on his cock.
“I’ll repent.” Jungkook responds breathlessly. “I want to touch you.”
You furrow your brows. “Is that so?”
You squeeze his cock again, leaning upwards to give him a pointed look.
“Y-Yes, please.” Jungkook nods his head. “I want to make you feel good, too.”
Jungkook juts his bottom lip out, knitting his brows together. He knew that you were in control in this situation, but he wasn’t against begging to touch you if that's what you wanted him to do.
“What do you want to do to me?” you question, slowly squeezing his wet cock as you slide it up to the tip, and back down. “You’ve been on your best behavior so far.”
Jungkook licks his lips, eyes glancing down at the way your hand palms his cock. It’s so hard in your grasp, the act entirely lewd and hot. “I-I…I wanna…” his cheeks burn hot. The amount of time he’s been in this situation, the act of talking as dirty as you did always had him feeling shy; mainly because he didn’t want to sound as awkward as he felt.
“...feel you against my tongue.” Jungkook murmurs, swallowing the lump in his throat. “All of you. Your tits…your pussy…”
“You have such a dirty mouth.” you quip, your own eyebrows rising. “Why should I give you what you want, huh? Aren’t you the one arrested?”
“Why wouldn’t you?” Jungkook glances at his cock in your hand, a trail of pre-cum tricking from his tip. “I’m at your mercy, aren’t I?”
Jungkook was getting better at this, you think. A low smirk forms onto your lips - he was absolutely right. He was at your mercy, even if this was a roleplay, Jungkook wasn’t going to do anything you didn’t allow.
“Besides…officer,” Jungkook licks his bottom lip, deciding that he likes you being in control of him. You always were, he recalls, even outside of the sex. You dominate his mind constantly that he finds that he always thinks of you - what you’re doing, if you’re alright. He thinks about the next time he’d get to see you after just being with you. “you’d want my tongue all over you.”
You squeeze Jungkook’s cock again, this time letting out a curt gasp.
“Tell me you wouldn’t.” Jungkook swallows, adams apple bobbing. It’s easier to get into the moment of speaking sensually if he didn’t think too hard about it. He was already buzzed, entirely horny and in the moment. “Tell me you wouldn’t want to use me until you’re cumming.”
Oh shit, your mind is screaming at you now. Your thighs clench, Jungkook’s words going directly between your legs, the heartbeat making its appearance.
“I’m not sure someone like you could make me cum.” you release Jungkook’s cock and raise yourself from between his legs. Your eyes never leave him.
If Jungkook was anything, he was competitive. He tilts his own head, his eyes not blinking as he stares right back at you.
“Why don’t we find out then, officer?” Jungkook raises a brow. “I’m at your mercy, just tell me what you want me to do.”
The heartbeat grows higher. You bite your bottom lip to hide your smile.
Your costume is tight against your skin. You go towards the top of the bodysuit, unbuttoning it slowly, all the while your eyes remain on Jungkook.
Jungkook watches the way your breast pools out, your nipples already hardened as it hits the cool air in the car. He groans audibly, eyes widening.
“Come here.” you say, voice low and demanding.
Jungkook doesn’t need to be told more than once. The backseat is too small for the two of you, but he makes enough room for him to crawl closer to you. Hesitantly, his hands raise, shaking a bit. Before he could ask you if it was okay to touch you, you speak; “Go ahead.”
Jungkook grasps your breasts into the palm of his hands and instantly, goosebumps form onto his skin. Every time he gets to touch them is always like the first time. He remains infatuated by the beauty of them - of you entirely.
Jungkook squeezes your breast so suddenly that you yelp, but shake your head when he goes to remove his hands. You offer a faint smile, “It’s okay.” you murmur. “You act like you’ve never seen them before.”
For a moment, the roleplay roles are lifted and you aren’t talking to the man you “arrested”. His eyes soften a bit, his cheeks darkening an even redder shade.
“You’re just very beautiful.” Jungkook murmurs in response, lowering his gaze back to your breasts. His thumbs circle around your hardened nipples slowly. “Do not let sin reign in your body, which is subject to death.” he hums. “I sin the most when I’m with you.”
“Should I be offended?” you ask him, voice low. “I feel like I’m steering you away from Heaven.”
Jungkook chuckles, the dim lights from the parking garage only peaking through his tinted windows. He lowers himself to your chest, pressing a kiss against your left breast. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful…” Jungkook peppers more kisses against your breast. He doesn’t finish the scripture this time, instead allowing his tongue to trail out to touch your soft skin.
Your head falls back against the window. The parking garage is as quiet as ever, no one coming to your level. It doesn’t help that the lights are dim, Jungkook and you are buzzed and overly horny. You groan when you feel Jungkook’s tongue against your nipple, the warm muscle twirling against the hardened bud in a way that is so needy. It doesn’t take him long before he’s suckling on it, his own breathing intensifying.
Your hand tangles in Jungkook’s hair for support, your back arching to allow him more of your chest - to think you were supposed to be the one in charge and yet, you gave into him so easily. A trail of saliva trickles down the side of Jungkook’s lips as he lifts from your left breast to go to the right, capturing your nipple into his mouth like he’s done many times before.
“You look like you’re having fun.” your tone is low, your hand trailing through his hair. You always adored watching Jungkook do, well, whatever. You refrain from calling him cute, but that doesn’t mean you never thought it.
“I like sucking them.” Jungkook releases your nipple with a pop, saliva trickling from the bud. “I’ve grown obsessed with it, I would say.”
Soft lips trail lower, Jungkook's right hand unwrapping your breast to glide down to your costume. He continues to open the buttons, dark eyes flickering up to find that you’re already watching him. “What say you?” he furrows a dark brow at you.
You swallow. “I like when you suck them, too.” you whisper to him. For a moment, your cheeks warm at the intensity of his eyes, your heart thumbing in your chest.
“Yeah?” the last button is undone, your torso completely bare in the cool car. Your panties peak through, Jungkook notes - only because his fingers touch the lacy material. “I’m glad you’ve come into my life.”
Your heart thumps again. Your lips part, but nothing comes out. Jungkook doesn’t truly expect you to respond to him either way. His fingers dip between the lacy material to touch along your clit.
Your already throbbing and wet clit.
Jungkook hums.
“Like I said, I’m glad you’ve come into my life.” Jungkook continues on. His eyes are unmoving; unblinking. His fingers, however, twirl along your clit. Your thighs shake a bit, partly due to the look in Jungkook’s eyes. “You’ve allowed me to grow more confident in myself.”
Jungkook’s fingers pick up pace, your slick coating them entirely.
“S-Sounds like you’re about to confess your undying love for me.” you tease, but your eyes glance away from him. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, legs widening just a bit.
Jungkook is silent. He had to learn from his past mistakes, he thinks. He can’t propose to you and have you running like his past girlfriend. He has to even remember that you aren’t his girlfriend - he hasn’t asked you. A part of him is afraid that if he did you’d reject him entirely - and he isn’t sure how he’d take that.
Instead, Jungkook dips two of his fingers inside of you, leaning forward to kiss along your stomach. It’s what you needed him to do, you think. You could finally look back at him without worrying about the intensity in his eyes, your warm body already giving out to him. To think you were the one arresting him, yet you’ve become pudding in the palm of his hand.
Jungkook’s tongue trails along your soft flesh as his fingers pump deep inside of you. His cock hardens, twitching to be deep inside of you like his fingers were.
“I’m obsessed with the sounds you make for me, too.”
Jungkook’s tongue dips lower and lower, teasing you in a way that is so foreign to the man that you lick your bottom lip and glance down at him.
“Who knew you’d have such a dirty mouth, Kookie.”
You wanted out of this costume, you tell yourself. You roll the sleeves off of you and it slides down your body, allowing Jungkook even more access to you that he removes the rest of it. Your naked body against his backseats is now a sight he’d never forget. His brain holds a cabinet with just memories of you - some of you naked, some of you stuffed to the brim with his cock. But not only that. Others are of you eating, sleeping - his favorite is of you laughing at something he said.
Jungkook didn’t have time to think about that now. He pushes your thighs apart and goes between your legs, his fingers returning back to their spot right inside of you. This time, his tongue presses right against your clit, adding just the right amount of pleasure needed to have your back arching.
Jungkook understood from the very first time that you were enticing. He could compare what he feels for you to that of a drug, but he’s positive whatever pull you have on him is stronger. His tongue laps between your lips hungrily, suckling and kissing against your wet clit as if it was his final meal. His head bobs back and forth, fingers drilling deeper and deeper into you.
You’re whimpering, hands gripping at your breast while your hips buck against his face. As time went on, Jungkook had grown better at eating you out, but that was expected. He was a perfectionist, always asking for feedback when it was done.
“Fuck, Kook,” you gasp, pussy tightening around plunging fingers. “you’re so good at this!”
It’s the words that edges Jungkook on further, burying his face deeper against your cunt that you’re squealing louder. Surely someone could hear you if they were close enough. Two drunk individuals doing this in public is far from decent, but neither of you care - especially not when alcohol is involved.
Your thighs begin to close around Jungkook’s head, but he’s faster than that. His free hand holds your thigh apart, continuing to lap at your clit with the same aggression as he was. He’s groaning into you, vibrations shooting throughout your body.
“Gonna cum if you d-don’t slow down…!” you heave. You allow a hand to tangle in Jungkook’s hair, gently pulling him. It’s no use, however, as even your hips buckled against his tongue, wanting more and more that he was going to give you.
It comes faster than you expected - Jungkook’s head rocking from side to side, his tongue flat and harsh against your clit, fingers plunging deeper and deeper, hitting a sweet spot that you swore only he ever managed to touch, as astonishing as that sounds. You’re shaking, eyes rolling and mouth parted to let out such filthy whimpers.
You recover fast, however, faster than Jungkook expects you to. The car shakes with the way you push him away from you and against the seat. His cock is already out and it makes it easier for you to take him. You’re already so wet that it slides right in.
“W-Wait-” Jungkook grunts, eyes widening when your thighs are on either side of his.
“No.” you sing-song, your hips rising just to let it crash against his cock again. You had no intention of stopping now. “I thought you told me to take advantage of you.”
Jungkook nearly chokes on his moans when you begin to bounce against him, soft hands going to remove his own jumpsuit from his shoulders. They roam his shoulders down to his chest all the while you keep pouncing against him. Your breast bounced in his view, the car shaking from side to side.
“We’re…gonna get caught.” Jungkook grunts, lashes fluttering with how well your pussy felt around him.
“You scared?” you giggle. You lean closer to him, your nose against his. “Your cock is so hard on me that I find it difficult to believe you don’t want this.”
“I do want this.” Jungkook gasps. His hands cup your ass, his lips grazing yours. “I always want you.”
Jungkook captures your lips in his. Slowly, he begins to not care how aggressive his car rocks in the quiet parking garage. It was a consequence he was going to have to deal with if you two were caught. All he could focus on now is the way you feel around him, your pussy squeezing and bringing him deeper and deeper.
“How much do you want me?” you question him, releasing his lips to press them against his jaw. His hands squeeze against your ass that has you whimpering against him.
“So…so much.” Jungkook grunts. His eyes shut, his hips jutting to meet you half way. “I’ve been told all my life that greed is a sin but…”
You yelp when Jungkook slams into you, holding you into place. There’s something about fucking you right now that feels so different than before. Maybe the alcohol and change of scenery? Either way, he finds himself growing more intoxicated by the second, but not due to anything he’s drunk. Your perfumed skin, your melodic moans - you alone were driving him crazy.
“...I want you all to myself.” Jungkook hisses. “Is that greedy of me? I’m not sure if I care.”
Jungkook speaks low, as if to himself. Instead, he continues to pace, pumping his cock in and out of you with the greed that he speaks of, his warm breath hitting your forehead. Your mind attempts to process his words, but you’re far too gone yourself with the way he’s fucking you to do so.
“You’re…so corny, Kookie.” you look up at him, eyes fluttering. “I want you all to myself, too.”
It’s a conversation you’d save for when the both of you were sober - and not highly horny. For now, Jungkook would focus on fucking you. So he does, his grip on you tightening, skin slapping that echoes off of the already rocking car. You’re seeing stars before you could process it, your stomach churning and pressure building up inside of you.
Witnessing how beautiful you look - you always did - Jungkook’s thrusts become sloppy. He holds you even tighter, his cock jamming into your slippery walls until he himself couldn’t hold it back. He doesn’t cum inside of you, instead pulling out of you just in time for it to pour all over your thigh.
“S-Sorry!” Jungkook huffs, his body falling limp against the seat. “Didn’t wanna…” his breathing is heavy. “...not without warning you first-”
“It’s okay.” you fall against him, just as tired as Jungkook is. You needed a few moments to catch your own breath. “I’m hungry.”
Jungkook keeps his eyes close, but his chest rumbles with laughter.
“Late Night Slice is packed right about now.” Jungkook says. “If we put the order in now and walk there, it should be done by the time we arrive.”
Slowly, you lift yourself from him and blink your eyes open to look at him. “You’re so smart, Kook.” you hum. Late Night Slice was exactly the type of greasy food you needed about now. It was just an 8 minute walk in the opposite direction. “The night is still young.” you smile. “That should sober you up.”
Jungkook opens his own eyes to look at you. He offers a shy grin.
“Come,” you tell him, pecking his cheek - dangerously close to his lips. “get dressed so we can go!”
Jungkook feels his heart pump in his chest at your excitement. You were correct, the night was still young, and he always felt the best whenever he was with you.
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