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jungkook spanks you n fucks ur throat in his recording studio over those ripped jeans of his....... Please n Thank you!

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x gn!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1098

Warnings: making out, teasing, oral sex (male receiving), hair pulling, cursing, cum swallowing, jungkook in ripped jeans, this isn’t proof read, at all.

a/n: my lovely anon, I know you sent this in February. I know it’s May. I’m sorry. I’ll be more active soon, but until then, enjoy the image of jungkook in those ripped jeans (which i cant find a picture or gif of - please send me one if you have it ☹)

“I need to go, Kook.” You laughed softly, trying to peel his muscular arms away from your frame. “I’m not getting yelled at by Yoongi because of you, again.”

“Yoongi isn’t here,” He mumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His relaxed, soothing voice gave way to something you cannot help but describe as slightly whiney. Slightly. “You can’t leave me like this!”

A half hour prior, you had come to see your long-term boyfriend in his studio, after a few hours of him bugging you and continuously blowing up your phone. He usually became this clingy after a long week, something that had been happening way too often. So, to ease his conscience (and to give your phone a break from constantly being lit up with his messages), you snuck into the BigHit building, steering clear from any of the other members’ private spaces, knowing they would most probably snap at either you or Jungkook for ‘fraternising during working hours’ or something equally as boring.

Some way, somehow, an innocent farewell peck had turned into a full-blown make-out session, complete with a lusty-eyed Jungkook, not to mention his hardness pressing against your thigh as you straddled him.

“Quickie?” He suggested, his pout accentuated by his slightly puffy, pink lips. “I can get us both off and then you can leave.”

“Who said I was horny?” You teased, a giggle threatening to fall from your lips when you saw his exasperated features. “Maybe I’m just not in the mood, today.”

Even as you said it, you knew it was a lie – you were always in the mood when it comes to Jungkook – but if you agree to a ‘quickie’ you know you would probably spend the night in the studio, which sounds fun, but that couch definitely wouldn’t do great things for your back.

“Do you really not want to?” He inquired, trying to hide his fallen expression. “If you really need to leave, I can walk you to your car –”

“You’re going to walk out with this?” You murmured as a soft groan fell from his parted lips as you ever-so-slightly moved against his clothed erection. His hands came up to your hips, stilling your movements with a firm touch and clenched jaw.

“Don’t. Tease.” He ordered, trying to calm his heartrate, concentrating with closed eyes. “Let me walk you to your car –”

“Just let me get you off, then I’ll leave. I can’t let Jimin tease you again about being left with blue balls.” You mumbled, going from straddling his ripped-jean-clad, muscular thighs to kneeling on the floor. Before Jungkook could protest, you popped open the button on his jeans, mouth watering as you came face-to-face with his still clothed, throbbing erection.

“Baby, hold on…” He trailed off, trying not to squirm in his seat as you peeled off his jeans, his pale thighs coming into vision. Humming to get him to continue his train of thought, you pulled his underwear away just enough to free his length, then – without much thought –kitten licked the drooling precum that had beaded on the tip. A hiss left his parted lips, his hand automatically getting tangled in your hair.

“Hold on for?” You asked, using the continuously drooling precum to slowly pump his length.

“Not going to last long,” He muttered, doe eyes threatening to close from the pleasure being brought by the swift strokes of your hand. “It feels like I’ve been hard for hours.”

“Aww, poor horny little baby,” The teasing words fell out your mouth before you really had time to think about it. “Feel like you’re going to cum already?”

“Did I fucking say that?” He snapped, pulling on your hair slightly, making you slightly wince but mostly contributing to your suddenly painfully obvious arousal. Your hand faltered slightly; maybe you should have just had a quickie, allowing Jungkook to fuck you hard and fast bringing you both to your climaxes… He seems high strung enough to have you reeling from the snap of his hips.

Before you could say anything, the clock in his studio shone bright, reminding you that you really should have been home a long time ago.

“Fuck my mouth,” You begged, voice hoarse from your own arousal. “Please?”

Curses filled the air as he took in your request, pulling your warm, awaiting mouth over his cock. Jungkook cradled the back of your head firmly, but with a gentleness that reminded you that this was still your Jungkook.

Your tongue fell flat against the underside of his length, running up and down the sensitive flesh as he held you in place for a few seconds, just enjoying being sheathed in your mouth. His chest rapidly rose and fell, yet another tell-tale sign that he was indeed high-strung from being hard for way too long.

Using his free hand, he placed both of your much smaller hands over his thighs, tangling both his hands in your hair afterwards.

“Tap me if you need me to stop, okay?” He instructed, a slight crack in his voice as he struggled to maintain his façade. Humming in response to his request, you accidentally sent vibrations down his cock, jumpstarting his ascent to euphoria.

Holding your hot, wet mouth slightly above his length, he shallowly thrusted into your mouth before really sheathing himself into your throat. Groans and pants filled the air, surely notifying anyone withing the area that they probably should not come into this room.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so close.” He moaned, gripping your hair tighter as his climax approached. More curses and moans left his slightly swollen parted lips, giving you motivation to ignore the burning sensation in your lungs from lack of oxygen.

Small sounds of pleasure left him as he thrusted quicker into your mouth, soft mewls encouraging you to keep going despite the tears running down your cheeks, before he held you down onto his length as he spilled himself on your tongue.

Swallowing his load, you gave his softening length slow, timid licks and lingering kisses, making sure you swallowed every drop of his cum. Wincing slightly at the overstimulation, he leaned forward and kissed you, tasting his essence on your tongue.

Burning for love; JJK [02]

Contests: Smut, like a little heavy, but just a little, this just started, dirty talk, supernatural, romance, fluff and another painfully unedited chapter.

Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungkook x Omega!reader

Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come and find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.

Requests: ON

A/N: Hello little ones, I’m really sorry about this chapter because don’t know if this is what you were waiting for but mainly for the time that I promised before but it actually took me more than I thought and this is a tiny bit longer than what I was used to, so hope this makes something for you, thank you for reading! 😭😭😔😔🥺🥺💖💖

Jungkook wasn’t feeling himself that day and the fact that he did’t really knew what was happening with his mind was not really great, all that plus that attitude of yours adopted after knowing the truth behind the bond between your (by that time) unknown mate, so after that one and only night that you let him have you for himself and just himself he knew that he would never had enough of you. Ever since he was just a little pup learning how to shift, watching you so timid, behind your mom’s legs, smaller in size than him and afraid that you wouldn’t be able to have friends, but in fact every single one of the pups around you wanted to be your friend, your glow was just like that, so attracting even as a kid but sometimes you were a little overwhelmed with the attention, almost on the verge of tears, even at that time, being so little old he would feel the need to drop everything he was doing and just held you, maybe a little kiss on the cheek, but just with you, he would cringe if he had to kiss other girls cheek, he wanted to protect you. So his mother knew before himself, and she would just watch with heart eyes, eventually she would explain to him the paths that the moon weaves on her own to reunite two souls destined to be one, and he thought he was dreaming, but he had to wait, until you were ready. You were always good friends, not too close since you were still too shy, just enough to let him scent you every now and then, let him walk you home and even held your hand in the way to end with just a tiny hug but he started to grow up and since he was two years older than you he presented as an alpha first, he had to learn what a heat was, the pain of being incapable of touching you and showing you how much he wanted to spend his life with you, the pain that caused by having you so close but so far away. His mother and father were watching with concern and living the difficulties with him, everything was tolerable until Jungkook turned eighteen, his wolf becoming stronger and more demanding, clawing at him to come and get you but a little part of his brain reminded him that you were only sixteen and not prepared yet, so his parents, with the intention of distracting his mind sent him away to a camp were other future pack leaders trained to make the best of their abilities and it actually worked, but when he was back, a year and a half later, you being a young lady with new fucking aromas, it felt like you were a damn drug, your hormones changed and you were almost ready, but he couldn’t do anything about his desire so he walked away from you and you thought that he hated you, that somehow he changed his mind about you all this time by himself but boy, you couldn’t be more wrong. You tried, you really tried, tried to forget about how he scented you, kept an eye on you in case you would need help, little gazes around, expressing something without the need of words, tried to forget his puppy eyes and that pretty smile of his, not even mentioning the protective bubble that somehow he manages to create for you, but when you thought that every little detail was finally out of your mind your omega blood kicked you in the ribs and the dreams started to come and go, your mind understanding all the feelings that you had with him, but you didn’t wanted it that way, you wanted to be paired with someone simple, just like you, not really wanting to be the center of attention and being with Jungkook just meant getting hateful glances from the pretty omegas around, Jungkook was wanted in more that one way and transporting both of your thoughts to right now, this moment, you wrapped around his hard body as if your life depended on it, reminded you that after all you would be the one he held at the end of the day, always.

It’s to this point that you don’t have idea how both of you ended in what you supposed is his room or at least a place where he spends a lot of time, judging only by the incredible and strong scent of him everywhere.

“Don’t worry my pretty angel, I built this place just for you. I knew since the very first moment I laid eyes on you that you will be mine and a good alpha is the one who takes good care of his omega, right?”

If your mind was gone before now you feel like floating, but at the same time all that’s in your mind is him, him, him and him alone.

He’s caressing your cheek while he’s talking, the timbre of his voice like silk hugging your sense of hearing, your sense of touch screaming for you to past your fingertips between his silky hair strands and to trace his lips, your sense of taste aching to know every single one of his flavors and your sense of smell… Oh hell, that blessing of a powerful sense of smell, sometimes a blessing and sometimes a curse, but right now there’s nothing more pleasant for the omega blood running through your veins than that, you wish you could melt with him, right now you feel like its not enough, even with you straddling him, nose buried deep in his scent gland and rubbing yourself on him.

“Pretty girl is having a hard time, isn’t she, where do you want me to touch, huh, honey?”

You couldn’t wait any longer so instantly after he finished that words your hand took his to tease yourself a little, closed eyes while you traveled his hand in the middle of your chest, down your tummy and finally over your hot and aching center.

“Gods above, I swear I can smell every little detail, have I triggered your rut sweet baby?”

You felt like simple jello between the fingers of your seductive lover.

“You want me to rub you over all this layers of clothes, don’t you want me to use my mouth on this glorious cunt of yours, knock you up with a healthy litter of pups, with this amazing tits to drink from, gods, such a dream for your alpha”

There wasn’t any rational thoughts in your mind right now, everything was kind of too much, the roughness of the sheets under both of you, the roughness of his fingers, everything was too hot.

“You made me wait so long for you. My little omega does not have idea of the pain I used to feel just by seeing you smile and blush, felt like a sin to me, smelling like one too”

By the time he’s saying that he was changing positions kneeling you right in front of his pretty thighs.

“I’m really sorry for you puppy, but you will have to wait just like me back then”

You were slightly confused, since your mind was all over your man and suddenly losing his warm touch when he kneel you before him.

“Touch me now little one, touch me with that silky hands, put that pretty mouth of yours on me”

You were gone again, you have never sucked someone off but you were entirely being guided by the heat of the moment and natural instincts.

“Pull me out of the pants angel”

You did as you were commanded, a pretty long length was released in front of your eyes, making you salivate just at the mere view, flushed and veiny, definitely pretty.

“What should I…”

Jungkook could only smile at you with that beautiful glint in the eyes, possessiveness.

“Lick me sweet angel, as if I was your favorite sweet”

Once again you obeyed the orders of your alpha, licking a stripe up his pretty cock just to add a little suck to the dripping head, making him release a loud moan, hands instantly grabbing your hair and guiding your head up and down.

“So good baby, such a good girl, little obedient bitch for the one who owns you, suck a little harder baby, not gonna break”

You did it and he let his head fall back, letting you see his neck, his Adam’s apple bob, more veins appearing in his perfect skin but what caught your eye was a single and simple little place, where you knew he had his scent glands, your little heaven in other words, guided just by the thought of it your canines started to grow in size, wanted to mark what was by the law of the moon yours, but snapped back to reality when you heard him hiss in pain, making him met you worry eyes.

“Hey little one, careful there, it hurst a little bad if you use that fierce canines, you will get what you want if I think you deserve that, so work hard”

His eyes were telling you to behave and to keep going so you attached your lips once more to the head of his length licking and sucking what he had to offer for you, taking little breaks to just breathe a little deeper, only for him to grab again your head and stuffed your mouth full, rough and encouraging him to just go deeper, choking you.

“That’s right sweet angel, choke on that cock, hurt a little that throat of yours just for tomorrow to remember that your big bad aloha did it”

He was loosing himself a little too quickly without giving you nothing, so he separated you from his core, watching with love and lustful eyes the way his cock was connected to your lips by a mixture of his precum and your saliva.

“Bring yourself over here precious thing and let me have a taste of you”

Legs guided purely by the desire burning inside your body, not even thinking twice and throwing yourself in the mattress , imagining already the worship of your beloved mate, shyness suddenly hitting you hard and attempting to close your legs and hide your burning core from hungry eyes.

“Come on sweet girl, don’t be so shy when seconds ago you were all over my cock, I will show you exactly how perfect I am for you so you don’t have that stupid ideas again, of giving yourself to another wolf, even knowing that you will always end up in my arms.”

You frown, taken aback by the little sentence at the end.

“How did you…?”

You were a little surprised that he somehow found out that little comment you have made to one of your closest friends, you had made it without thinking, full of anger after you found out who was you alpha.

“You thought that I would never now?, that little comment that made want to rip every throat in my way, especially the one of that little weak alpha you compared me with…He would never have a female like you, only because you are mine, mine and mine alone, remember that we are connected honey, anywhere you go my senses will be right behind you, that’s a little of how much you drive me crazy and you have to always remember that the moon never makes mistakes”

After that sentence he buried his head deep between your legs, licking a long stripe in that delicate and most intimate part of your body making you look up at the ceiling and letting out the most lustful moan in your short life but the fact that you wasn’t looking right at him while he ate you out with all the love and the possessiveness in the world made him mad enough to suck harder and harder on the sensitive bundle of nerves situated right in the center of your core, taking out of you a little groan of pain, not being prepared for his rough teeth and tongue.

“Look at me my sweet angel, why don’t you want to see your alpha praised your body, watch me prepare you to be the mother of my pups, oh yes honey I know you would raise them well, gods above, our pack will see you so pretty with a big baby bump and smelling of me everywhere”

And at this point you wanted everything he wanted, he was yours and you were his, his desires and dreams were also yours, wherever he went you would be right by his side, expecting to fill any need that he might have, as soon as he bruised your skin with that fangs of his, marking you for life, there will be no return.

Tag list: @min-nicoleee, @in-a-way-that-i-should-not, @imluckybitches, @teresaisla.

Next update: 3/03/21

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< Epilogue: Two — Final

Focus: synopsis📸

Famous photographer and youtuber, Jeon Jungkook, couldn't imagine that one day he would find his muse doing what he loved, neither did she, but there will come problems in their company.

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A/N: HELLO!! Here is the final, I took to long because I had writer's block and as you will see this final was a little bit messy for me and didn't know how to put all I wanted to talk in just one post. I hope you like it, and Jungkook and Y/N best IT couple and B7 worldwide domination! 🤩

taglist: @preciouschimine @cosmoaphrodite @mizz-kraziii @ayasanuwu @moonlitmyg @safi4x @rjsmochii @milkteallday @springjade @mybiasforsure @bangtanday @black-rose-29 @takisaregood @deolly @acidicloveee @sprgdy @lunaarya @jungkook-its-my-time @allthesqueaks @prdshobi @thedhomn @secretlycrazyhummingbird @babyboytae1 @mina-bear @madaboutjeon @beeeb05 @calumsphile @hannahdinse8 @darkskin-buttercup @jiminho-s @infernal-alpaca @fancykoos @youlook-likehell @purplepommy @jackiec720 @fiantomartell

SURPRISE! || KTH

❃ Festivaled Away: Daredevil Week hosted by @bangtanbathhouse​

⤞ Ticket: Adrenaline Rush ⤞ Main Event: A Dare ⤞ Games: Exhibitionism 

⤞ title: SURPRISE! for @kithtaehyung​ ⤞ pairing: taehyung x female reader ⤞ genre: smut | established relationship ⤞ summary: Your boyfriend is sending you nudes, again… And also helping you discover hidden kinks? ⤞ word count: 1.5k ⤞ warnings: taehyung with the gold chains | female masturbation | exhibitionism | praise kink | dom!taehyung | sub!reader | phone sex | voice kink | teasing | a little begging | dirty talk | nudes | erotic humiliation | finger sucking | orgasm control | a little obedience play? | Sir kink | pet names | idk if it classifies as a plot twist but yeah…to be safe. ⤞ rating: 18+ ⤞ a/n: Happy Birthday to one of my bestest friends!!! I love you, Ryen!!! And I hope this little drabble brings you another smile on your birthday! Today I present 1.5k words of dom!Taehyung finishing heauxs with only the sound of his voice. Thank you @taechwitaaah​ for beta-reading this for me at the last minute. Thank you @yoon2k​ for the prompts! Oh, and for context, this is why I sent you a playlist lol. SURPRISE!

⤞ playlist: Surprise by Chloe | Melt by Kehlani | Go Crazy by Chris Brown, Young Thug | Wild Side by Normani ft. Cardi B | Cyber Sex by Doja Cat | Good For You by Selena Gomez, A$AP Rocky | WE (Warm Embrace) by Chris Brown

“Why would you do this to me?”

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Red | Chapter 5

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+

genre/tags: cheating, forgiveness, ex-fiancé, broken trust, past relationship, implied sex

word count: 1.9k

summary: you finally get the closure you needed.

a/n: tumblr isn’t letting me add links for the rest of the chapters in this post. For now, you can go to my pinned post and all the chapters will be linked there.

Chapters

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

No More Grudges

Addicted.

That's what Jungkook thought about as he walked back to his car. After having you just for that one night, months ago, he was addicted to you.

The taste of you still lingered on his tongue. Your touch still lingered on his skin. He was in trouble and he knew it. He knew that if you hadn't stopped him back at your apartment, things would've gotten complicated between the both of you, given the current situation between him and Sera. And that wouldn't have been fair to you. He didn't want to hurt you.

He knew he should talk to her but he didn't want to. The young man felt like he didn't owe her anything and if he was being honest with himself, he almost felt relieved when he saw her walk in with that other man. His sudden anger at the bakery was mostly due to his pride. Sera cheated on him and she was parading her lover around like nothing, while he was still faithful to her even though he didn't love her anymore.

But right now, as he drove back to his home, something else was lingering in his mind. The photo of you with your parents. For a second, before he figured out it was you as a teenager, he thought he recognized the young girl in the photo. He could've sworn he'd seen her before but she couldn't have been you. He would've known.

Right?

He was sure you two had never met before until Brazil. Jungkook shook he's head, trying to get rid of his thoughts and continued driving home.

You woke up with a headache the next morning and not wanting to get out of bed at all. The drama from yesterday with the exes coming back to you. You groaned as you got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom to turn on the shower and get ready for work.

As you walked into the living room later, you heard a light knock on your door.

"Who could that be at this time?" You gasped when you looked through the peephole and saw who it was. Your heart began to race and your hands started shaking.

You took a deep breath and then opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

There stood Hoseok, looking as handsome as ever with a paper bag and two coffees in his hands. "I'm sorry for coming here at this time but I couldn't stop thinking about what happened last night. I just don't want to leave things that way."

"Why do you care, Hoseok? What's done is done and we broke up almost a year ago. Just leave it at that," you were about to shut your door but he held it open. He looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Please Y/N, just this once, don't be so stubborn and let me apologize the way I should've."

You opened the door wider and moved aside to let him in, "Fine, but please make it quick. I have to get to work."

"I understand, thank you."

"What's in the bag?" you asked.

He smiled and handed it over to you, "Your favorite, a croissant filled with nutella."

You tried to keep what you were feeling from not showing in your face. You grabbed the bag and placed it on the kitchen table and offered him a seat.

Before he sat down he removed his jacket, his scent invading your nose. He still wore the cologne you got him for his birthday a couple of days before your break up. That, and him still remembering what you preferred for breakfast had you feeling things you thought weren't there anymore. You couldn't be sure.

He looked around your apartment and noticed how different it looked from the last time he was there. You'd changed everything and he didn't need to ask why. He already knew. He'd broken your heart and you needed to get rid of him and the memories made here. This was one way. Hoseok then looked at you. As beautiful as ever. You still took his breath away somehow.

"I'm so sorry," he leaned forward to take your hands and you let him. "I regret how I went about things. I regret hurting you the way I did. You didn't deserve that," he went on.

You felt tears threatening to fall but you kept them at bay. You'd been waiting to hear him apologize to you for so long. Yes, you ignored his calls when you first found out and you blocked him from your socials, but he never once sought you out in person to explain himself. To apologize. That alone hurt you even more. That he didn't seem to give a damn about how you felt after living together for years. Did he even love you then?

"Do you regret being with her?" you asked. The question took Hoseok by surprise and he took longer than expected to answer, so you did it for him. "Of course you don't. You're in love with her, aren't you?"

He looked down at his hand, his nail picking at the skin on his thumb, something he always did when he was nervous. You wondered if she noticed things like that.

"I am," he grabbed his coffee and took a sip.

"How did you two meet?"

"At work... well at the holiday party for the office back in December. Remember? The one you couldn't attend because of your business," he reminded you.

"Ah, that's right. I got cheated on because I wasn't able to attend the party," you scoffed.

"That's not what I meant, Y/N. Please don't misunderstand."

You rolled your eyes," Is that when you two got together?"

"No. My co-worker introduced us and we hit it off but we only talked that day. I swear nothing happened that night. After the party I came straight home to you. You were upset because of our argument earlier-"

"And when you came back home, you made love to me," you glanced at him, remembering how he wanted to make you feel better.

He remembered too. He remembered how soft and warm your skin was. He remembered the way he got lost in your kisses and your touch. Hoseok straightened up in his chair and let out a soft cough and looked at you with flushed cheeks.

He felt confused for a second. You hadn't been together in a while but those memories stirred something inside of him. That night, at the holiday party he felt like he made a connection with Sera. He felt attracted to her and that both excited and scared him. Excited because he hadn't felt wanted in so long, and scared because he still loved you.

"I was unfair to you," he finally said. "Yes, you worked a lot and I made it seem like you never had time for me and that just wasn't true. I do admit I have this view of what a woman should be to a man and it's not right. You know I grew up in a home where my mother was always around to tend to my father, sister and I, but I shouldn't have projected that onto you. You were there when it counted the most and that should've been enough."

"I—" you couldn't get a word out. A lump formed in your throat while listening to what your ex had to say. Tears started streaming down your face and he quickly got out his chair to sit next to you.

"I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry."

You sniffled and looked up at him, "It's just that I really did love you, Hoseok. I wanted to marry you and be happy with you. Everything I felt when I found out about your cheating is hitting me again and... and this is the first time since that day that I really let myself feel it."

He pulled you in softly into a hug which only made you sob. He hated what he did to you. He hated that he never showed his face after what he did but he was embarrassed.

"Do—do you still love me?" he asked softly as he wiped your tears away.

You laughed a little through your tears at the question, "I think I'm always going to love you if I'm being honest," Hoseok felt his heart beat a little faster as you said that, "but I know I'll be okay."

"What about that guy, Jungkook. Are you in love with him?"

"I don't know him well enough to love him. And anyway, you should ask Sera that question. She's still his fiancée," he recoiled a bit at the mention of that. "What are you doing, Hoseok? They're still together. Is that what you want? To be the other man in her life?"

"It's not going to be that way for long. He knows everything now," he said a little bothered.

"You two did to him exactly what you did to me—"

"He doesn't even love her," he scoffed.

You rolled your eyes again, "Even if that's true, that's not the point."

"I know I'm sorry, it's just... I don't even know anymore," he exhaled and rubbed his face, "I can't talk to you about this stuff, it wouldn't be fair."

"You're right. It's weird," you tapped your cellphone to look at the time and gasped. "I need to finish getting ready."

"Oh, okay. I'll leave you to it then. Thank you for giving me a chance to talk."

You nodded and walked him to the door. Before he stepped outside he turned to you, "I wasn't going to tell you this but I had promised myself to tell you everything I felt if you gave me the chance to explain today."

"What is it?" you furrowed your brows.

"That I'm always going to love you too. I'm not stupid. I know we're not in love anymore but that doesn't mean I don't ever want to be in your life. If you ever need anything, I want you to know that I'll look out for you. As a friend, I would try to do better than I did as your boyfriend and fiancé," he smiled and waited for your reaction.

"Friends," you thought about it for a couple of seconds. You'd known each other since you were both in high school—you a freshman and Hoseok a senior—and to be fair, you also wanted him in your life. Yes, he absolutely broke your heart but, slowly, your heart was mending once more and you were tired of holding onto grudges. "Okay," you finally said. "It's going to take a while for me to get used to the idea of us hanging out one day, but when that day comes, I'll let you know," you gave him a smile.

Waving goodbye, he said to you, "Okay then, friend. I'll look forward to that day." You shook your head at him as you laughed softly, then locked the door before heading back to your room to finish getting ready.

You felt lighter somehow. A weight lifted off your shoulders. This is what you needed for so long; closure. And although you were apprehensive to let Hoseok in at first, you were glad you did in the end.

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Rich People Shit

➱ summary: I really just wanted to write rich!Jungkook. Jungkook approaches you with a proposition of friendship. He wants to spoil you shitless with designer everything, and you both end up really fucking liking each other.

➱ word count: 11k

➱ genres: smut, fluff, rich!jk x reader

➱ includes: cursing, unprotected sex (be safe out there yall), virgin!jk, virgin!reader, literally smut idk what to say rlly you're either gonna read it or not lol!

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Silently, you sat on the steps of the entrance to a very pristine, very flamboyant, and affluent University. You never thought you’d ever be here nor did you think you’d be sitting on its steps– like an actual student. Yet, here you sit, quietly, mysteriously, with a dash of pride, paging through the “Luxury” magazine in your lap. You sighed for a second, looking away from the glossy pages to take in your surroundings from the top of your sunglasses. You squinted, watching the students parade by. You could tell, you weren’t like them, you may even never be. You may dress like them, talk like them, walk like them, act like them, but on the inside you are not one of them.

On paper, you are not one of them either. You are not a student here.

You looked back at your magazine.

Surely, you applied last year, friends and family pestered you to at least give it a try, then you had actually thought you had a chance. But you see, when you’re not a trust fund baby, or have parents with cash basically flowing out of their assholes, then you really did not have a chance at this school built on classism and wealth. So why were you even here? The thing is, you might actually be a mastermind, or you may just be naively stupid.

You came here to fish.

You were still a student, just not here, your shabbier university– for the commoners– was just a few blocks away, so it was always easy for you to come here between classes, to get your work done, or just contemplate nothing.

There isn’t a pond or lake at this school, nor is there a river or fishing pier. You came here for a very specific kind of fish. Fish without gills. Fish that don’t spend their lives in water. Fish that can walk. Fish with a specific kind of gait that oozes an overflowing bank account. A handsome little fish. A handsome little fish that can make your dreams of owning pieces of fucking name brand clothing true.

Some Gucci to be specific. You like Gucci, maybe even some Dior, and Alexander Wang. You nodded silently at the reminder of your motives.

Today was your fourth Thursday sitting on these god awful steps that pierced your ass bones. Pelvis? Who cares, you’re not an anatomy major. If that’s even a thing– biology, pre-med, most likely is what it’s called.

That means this is your fourth week, and it’s once again coming to a near end. Four weeks. Still no fish. You remind yourself that fishing requires patience. Fishing requires a careful skill of observation and strict mental control. You need to be ready for the slightest tug. The slightest tug of your prey taking the bait you’ve so carefully laid out for them. Your bait was you of course. Who wouldn’t want a taste of you? Well...that wasn’t the best question to ask. Let’s rephrase that. Who wouldn’t want a taste of a classy mystery woman sitting on the steps of a school where only cream of the crop students go? That sounded better. You were oozing confidence out of your pores as you sat on those demonic stairs, your black sunglasses shielding your eyes from the cloudy sky. And your outfit, oh golly gee your outfit... Only the best of the best from your closet ever gets to see these steps. These fucking ste–

“What language is that?”

In the midst of your tumultuous thoughts, you failed to take note of the random stranger who came to sit to your left. Nonchalantly staring over to your magazine, seemingly interested in whatever the hell you were reading. You questioned whether you should even look over, whether you should feign ignorance to push your “mystery” woman agenda. You didn’t have very strong self-restraint. So you turned...slightly. Your face in the direction of his feet, your eyes are however on his.

Jesus, this man was fucking hot. Diabolically so. You had a hot flash just by looking at him. You started getting dizzy too, there were stars flying around him. Perhaps you just got hemorrhoids from how satanically sexy this man was in the face. And you didn’t even get to the rest of him yet. You hoped the rest of him wouldn’t disappoint you. You see, perfect people are rare, it’s either they have a pretty face or a pretty bod. He probably had a missing toe or something with that perfect face of his.

Your answer was simple. Disregard.

You flipped to the next page. Your hands are nearly shaking from the pressure of this ridiculously gorgeous man’s eyes on you. You could feel him drilling holes through you with those evil brown sex eyes. You tried to steady yourself, as unnoticeably as possible. ‘Remember your goal, remember your destiny!’ The voice inside your head yelled.

When he didn’t leave, even after you had ignored his existence, and effect on you, this was your chance to find out if the fish really took the bait and got fucking stuck on it.

“Is there something you need?” You trailed your eyes back to him, once again feigning distaste and annoyance.

He looked down for a bit. You bit your bottom lip, not sure whether you had hurt him with your words. Then he looked out towards the green park in front of you both: a number of students having picnics and walking around in friend groups.

“Trying to talk to people today is so hard. No one wants a stranger coming up to them, it’s not normal anymore. Everyone meets on instagram and snapchat and twitter, sliding into DMs and all that.” He speaks in a low voice, melancholic almost. His elbows on the steps behind him, resting. Fuck he was sexy. You could tell he was genuine. He got up. Shit shit shit shit.

He placed his hands in his pockets, “Just wanted to talk to a pretty girl.” He smiled, his eyes drowning you in guilt. With that he turned around, slowly stepping down the stairs.

“It’s French.” You called out after him. the classic romance language you had chosen to learn as your language requirement. It’s not like you understood much of it, but looking at pretty pictures and deciphering a word and a sentence every now and then was fun, and you used it to convince yourself that you were actually learning from it. You weren’t.

His head turned back towards you, rapidly, with one of the most magnificent smiles you’d ever laid eyes upon. The butterflies in your stomach were having a field day. He came back and sat next to you, this time a bit closer. Close enough to where you could smell him. A sweet smell, not the usual smell of cologne that most men wore. He was wearing ladies perfume. It was odd, but it made you feel more relaxed, like there was no way this man could ever do anything wrong.

“So, are you a linguist major here?” He badgered you with another question. Like a child that had just won a prize at a carnival game. Why he was making assumptions about you was beyond you. It was a bit bothersome though, you never liked when people would ask assumptive questions, why don’t they let you give the details.

“I’m not, if we’re going to talk please stop making assumptions.” You sighed.

“Sorry. My name is Jungkook. And now I’m gonna stop talking and let you tell me about yourself instead...if you want to. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.” Nervous, that was cute.

“Well...” You looked at him. Unsure of what to tell him. You didn’t want to lie. You hated lying, and you didn’t understand the point of it. Why lie about yourself to others when you can just hide the truth. When you can be deceiving just by saying the right things and leaving the rest out. However though, you were feeling rather bold today, like, you didn’t really give a fuck. Though his face looked so fucking kissable, delectable, ravishing, his outift was rather plain, and one thing you knew about the kids at this school was that they didn’t love anything more than to show off with daddy’s money. The man before you was just wearing a black shirt, black baggy pants and black sneakers. Very simple. Was he just being modest perhaps? Humble. Or was he one of the affirmative action kids? A super smart athlete from a poor home on a full scholarship? Or maybe just a smart kid that got in from his own diligence, from a lower middle class family?

“I’m fishing.” Your words made him raise his eyebrows, perplexed.

“Fishing for what?” You were expecting him to assume something again, but he didn’t, he kept his word, letting you answer.

“Rich little assholes with too much money to spend, so I can offer some assistance in spending that money.” Your eyes squinted with a hint of evil genius.

He laughed. A roar almost. His head was thrown back and his teeth, eerily similar to those of a bunny’s, were now on display, he’s adorable. You flushed, elated, that you made this beautiful human being laugh. You could add this to your bucket list and check it off now if you even had one, ‘1. Make a super, incredibly, sexy, hot, cute, handsome, pretty guy laugh.’ In the box next to it a little check mark to display your success. But your mouth turned into a frown, confused on why he was laughing at your meticulously thought out plan that was sure to score you some sweet sweet cash.

“How’s that going for you?” He said through giggles.

“Not great, haven’t gotten a single fish yet, unfortunately.”

“Why are you doing this, if I may ask?”

“Well, it’s not like I want to get married to them or anything. I guess my reasoning is quite materialistic. I just want some Gucci pieces that I’ve been thinking of for the last two months. I’ve got five-k in my savings, and half the shit on here costs five thousand bucks.” You slap the magazine page in front of you with the back of your palm, like an old smoker upset that his lighter is out of fluid. “The other half more than that. So I had to devise a plan, obviously.” You shrug as if it were obvious and you were explaining to a five year old. You just spilled the entirety of your reasoning to this man you’ve known for five minutes. You should’ve stopped yourself, but there was just something about him that made you tell all the truth, not just tiny bits of it.

“Interesting.”

That was all he said to you, no laugh this time, not even a giggle or a smile. This time he just looked at you. Glazed over you. Studied you. You felt nervous. You removed your sunglasses, in hopes of looking less ridiculous on a cloudy day. You didn’t notice it, but his eyes sharpened. You worried that you may have scared him off, maybe he was a rich prick and your poverty disgusted him.

Jungkook thought that he had scored. He’d noticed you the first day you sat on those stairs, those stairs that were too tough to sit on, so you were usually the only one on them, he wondered if you were actually comfortable. You were impossible not to be noticed, but maybe that was just him. He always saw you paging through a new magazine, he wondered if you were a fashion student, the way you dressed and the specific magazines that you always seemed to bring.

One could say he had created narratives in his head about you, he gave you a personality, a name, a major, he undressed you with his ey–

He wanted to get to know you. He had spent his past time between classes in his usual spot by the tall, ancient tree at the edge of the park placed perfectly in front of you. And so, he spent each day there, and so did you, and he was delighted to know that he would see you each day, except on weekends. The class he would leave to come here, Economics 101, a pain in the ass, but it ended at 11:45 am every other day. So on the days he had this class, he would be prepared to speed walk, sometimes even sprint out of the classroom at precisely 11:45 each time. He was always the first to walk through the exit doors, just so he wouldn’t miss a single second to see you. Maybe it was creepy, or maybe it was just what they called “Le coup de foudre” he mouthed. Love at first sight.

He knew you weren’t a student here because every student here had tried sitting on those stairs every once in a while, but they’d always find a better place around campus to idle in. You, on the other hand, always returned to the exact same spot, but he couldn’t figure you out. He couldn’t understand why you constantly returned there. So one final day, he ventured out, to finally crack the case, and shatter every other possible story he had created in his mind palace, and perhaps build a real one, where it would be just you and him.

“French,” you had said. But he obviously already knew this. Who couldn’t recognize one of the most famous languages to exist on this earth. He hoped you didn’t think he was stupid, but it would be fare anyways, since you were holding the magazine upside down. He was relieved though, that you had called out for him to return. You gave him a chance, and he wouldn’t waste it.

You shared your diabolical evil genius plan with him, and he was appreciative of the fact that you were so honest with him. He was able to finally connect the last red string to the correct picture on the detective board in his head. But it took him a minute to figure out you weren’t joking.

“Interesting,” he had said. Quizzically studying you when you had spilled your entire scheme to him without a single laugh or even a giggle, snortle, chuckle, swift inhale. Nothing. So he knew you weren’t kidding. Your lip quivered like you had regretted telling him all this information. So, he decided to make an appropriate proposition, a proposition of friendship.

“I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

He watched as you stared at him, mouth slightly agape like you were torn between believing his offer or breaking out in a boisterous laugh. He needed to be a bit more convincing.

“You have five-k in your savings, I have fifty million.” He shifted his gaze from your bewildered face to your upside-down magazine. For someone that was so nonchalant a few minutes ago, you weren’t holding up too well now. He thought about how you wouldn’t actually be able to go through with your plan had it actually been one of these other rich trust fund assholes you had aforementioned. Because first of all, they wouldn’t have stuck around after your first act of obtuseness. He grabbed the magazine out of your nimble fingers, flipped it over, and went back a page. The designer pieces that were seducing you not that long ago, and he brought out his phone that sat in his front pocket. Dialed the little number that hid at the bottom of the page, and you both sat patiently as it rang next to his ear.

“Yes hello, I’d like to purchase the Gucci wool coat with leather details in your...” He flipped the magazine to see its cover. “Luxury twenty twenty-one Spring issue magazine....Yes....Yes the one that costs forty-five hundred...” He glanced over you for a moment to register your reaction, raising an eyebrow as you had your bottom lip between your teeth. Something in him ignited.

“Actually, can you add everything else too? Yes, I’d like to purchase all your uhhh... Gucci and Alexander Wang, Bottega Veneta, Zimmermann, Dior and Chanel pieces on display in your magazine as well...Am I sure? Yes...Oh um..” He glanced back to you, this time seriously eyeing you like a piece of meat. But he was just trying to figure out what kind of size you probably wore. “Can you send (Y/N's usual size) and (a size smaller)? We’ll try them on and return the ones that don’t fit...Yes...Just charge my account Jeon Jungkook, I’m already a member...Yes same shipping address...Thank you.” With his final thanks, he hung up, closed the magazine, and turned to face you.

He found you stuttering something but every time a word came to your tongue you closed your mouth, prohibiting it from escaping the gates of your mind. Jungkook grinned, not a sly grin, not a smirk, a grin of amusement, like he had never seen a sight so rewarding. He understood you now. You weren’t rude, or mean, or crude, you were a sweetheart, a gentle soul, a naive one too. You didn’t think things through, yet you had an immense amount of motivation, that wasn’t something that goes hand in hand but you were lucky, it worked for you. You had put up an act, a poor one at that. You were probably a goofball, the way you hadn’t even been paying attention to your magazine, probably too lost in thought to care for it anymore.

“It’ll all be at my house by tomorrow evening if you want to come pick it up.” He placed the magazine back into your nimble fingers.

Jungkook had no evil intentions or plans, he was truly a genuine guy, kind and endearing once you knew him, he would never try anything that would make you uncomfortable which is why he didn’t ask for your address to send it to.

“Do...” You paused. “Do you want something in return?” You asked. Now Jungkook was hit with a wave of anguish. He knew exactly what you were thinking, or at least he had an idea, you were terrified, and that was the very last thing he wanted. He could see the way you gripped your hands together to keep them from trembling, and he nearly dropped to his knees in apologies. He knew you probably thought that by doing this he had forced you into some sort of putrid debt that you’d be demanded to repay in various forms, and oh did he not want that.

“No!” He nearly yelled, his voice unexpectedly louder than he wanted. “No, I don’t want anything, it’s all yours, I just didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable if I asked for your address to send it to.” He waved his hands, not taking a single breath between words. He surely did not want this to be the last time you saw each other, so he did his best.

Oh you were trembling alright. Trembling because you couldn’t hold yourself back much longer from swallowing this man whole right then and there. A small inch inside of you had actually hoped for Jungkook to ask for something in return, even if it was just a cup of coffee, you wouldn’t have even minded if he was an asshole because you would let him ruin you. There was just something about money that made you squirm, pleasantly. You know that money apparently doesn’t buy happiness, but it sure as hell bought something inside of you, and that face of his helped in swaying you even further.

“Alright.” You laughed.

“So, why Gucci? I personally prefer H&M.” He asked

“I can tell.” You gestured to his all-black ensemble with your eyes.

“I’m not going to take that as an insult because you look like you’re dressed for a runway show right now, but you’re sitting on some butt aching steps.”

“Well thank you, I take pride in my outfits. And I don’t know, do you have something softer to sit on?”

“Depends.” He said. You raised your eyebrow, challenging him.

“On?” You persisted him, eager to hear the very obvious answer to his obnoxious yet somewhat endearing flirtatious remark.

He doesn’t answer you, instead choosing to rub his palms across his thighs, as if they were slick with sweat, looking at you then away with a teasing grin. You wanted to wipe it off his face.

The both of you spent the rest of the day chattering on about each other while he showed you his favorite hiding places on campus. He told you stories about his many extravagant trips with his just as extravagant family and friends because you asked him to. And you in turn told him about the numerous shenanigans you pulled at your previous part-time jobs, always ending up in trouble one way or another because you didn’t like the way the customer spoke at you.

“No way!” You exclaimed, your hand slapping his bicep.

“My thoughts exactly!” He laughed, his hand coming up to hold his ear.

“I didn’t actually think rich people were that stupid, wow.” You gleamed at him. “No offense to you.”

He clutched his chest to signify the cliche look of hurt. “I’m actually at the top of all my classes.”

“And I’m a porn star with a side hustle of being the queen of Australia.” You teased.

“Wouldn’t that just be the queen of England?”

“Which one?” You both burst out laughing, loud boisterous laughs that quickly turned into snorts and chortles, mixing into indecipherable sounds that could be used as background noise for a ritual.

Jungkook had ended up walking you all the way to the cafe that was next to your campus dorms, a gentleman.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I hope?” He said,.

“You will.” You replied with a smile. Jungkook thought that your smile could make the brightest star in the universe cower in defeat.

Jungkook took a single step back, preparing to take his leave but unable to take his eyes off you until you were the one to turn and depart. And it was quick. A peck on the cheek and you were running. Fleeing the scene of the crime where your dignity was killed in action. And Jungkook stood suspended, his hand on his cheek, a smile on his lips, and he knew then, that there was no way he’d be able to stop thinking about you.

You laid in bed reminiscing about today's events. When Jungkook had turned out to be a total sweetheart you were caught completely off guard. You were thinking he would ask you for sex or something, some sort of fuck buddy relationship perhaps, and that in return he’d shower you in extravagant gifts. Perhaps he was just doing a good deed. Helping the needy. But he had invited you to come to his home. So this wasn’t the last time he wanted to see you, and this made you excited. You weren’t sure what to do next though, you didn’t have much experience in this...area. Never haven taken interest in anyone because they just never seemed to satisfy your plethora of expectations, and you never lowered your standards. Then you thought about the kiss, or peck, whatever that crime of passion was. You were able to catch a glimpse of Jungkook’s face before you booked it, gone behind a building, and what you saw was the sweet shock of fondness. He didn’t hate it, and you were zealous.

On the other end, Jungkook could barely contain himself, he’d be seeing you again tomorrow. Don’t even get him started with the kiss, he had nearly grabbed you and given you a proper one, but you were gone too quickly. Even if you didn’t run, he would’ve still kept to himself, not wanting to push you into anything you didn’t want, allowing you to show him what you were comfortable with.

Friday evening came quickly. And as you approached Jungkook’s home, a literal mansion that cost you thirty bucks in an uber to get to, you thought about your plan. In all honestly, you didn’t have one even though you had ample time to think of one on your ride here, you came up blank. Because of your awfully picky nature in men, you had little to no experience, and right now you were coming up empty and decided to opt for plan B: let the lady make the decisions! By lady you meant your punani. If she wanted to go wild with this heavenly looking man then so be it. Even though you were most likely not going to be getting into bed with him tonight and entrancing him with your magical pussy, you still wore your favorite pieces of lingerie– the best that your broke college student money could buy. And so you put on your fake-it-till-you-make-it confidence and sashayed over to his three-meter tall doors. You rang the doorbell.

Within a minute you were met with his sweet smile. The smile you didn’t know you missed. And your eyes were naturally pulled towards it. And now your eyes were on his lips, and you watched as he licked them, and now you wanted to lick them. You were like a child, eyeing candy. You let your eyes drop lower, today he was wearing a tighter shirt, the type that was loose towards the abdomen but was tight at his arms because his arms were powerful– he was stacked. That was the men’s equivalence of a whore shirt. He was being a whore. You noticed the tattoo sleeve on his right arm, and you knew this man was actually perfect. He had no missing toe.

And Jungkook watched you. He knew you were checking him out because he was checking you out too. The way you bit your lip when you saw him lick his. His eyes naturally fell to your exposed legs, and were you carrying a pretty set.

“Hi, I’m glad you came.” He said.

“Me too.” The tension between you two strangling any other words that could be spoken, instead letting each other’s eyes battle to the death.

Jungkook stepped aside to let you in. You marveled at the interior of his home. Overwhelmed by how much it must have all cost. “Holy shit.” You felt a hand on the small of your back.

“Your items are in my room, I can have them packed up for you if you want?” Jungkook said, bringing you back to your senses.

But you didn’t, you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could because if you were being honest, you wanted to get to know him (too). You wanted to understand his motives, why he did it, and why he approached you.

“No, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to try them on first.” You gently touched his arm, the one that was on your back, the one laced in beautiful works of art. There was a certain awkwardness in the air now.

So with that, Jungkook led you up to his room, up the huge marble spiral stairs, down the hallway, and at the very end, the third door to your right, was his little cove. It definitely was not little. His tremendous cove. He had a king-sized bed at the very end of his room, and there was probably enough room for twenty more of those. And by his bed was the entrance to his closet, next to the closet entrance were three clothing racks filled with clothes, and beside those were a couple of purses and bags and smaller boxes. And he had beautiful huge windows on the west wall, opposite from the door you entered through. The windows basically took up the entirety of the wall, and your thoughts ran wild.

“I never got to ask but, why?” You looked at him. He was already looking at you. And you think you caught him. His head was slightly tilted and his eyes were on yours, and you saw a faint smirk, and a lip bite, and you think that for a second you were hallucinating because as quickly as you saw it, it just as quickly disappeared.

“Why did I buy you those things?” He pointed his chin to the clothes in the corner of the room. And you forgot how beautifully sculpted Jungkook was, his side profile a perfect silhouette.

“Yes.” You whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear, so he came closer.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” He was a head away from bumping into yours, and his eyes were pacing back and forth between yours and your lips, which were now pinker from the blood rushing towards them. But you whispered again because you wanted him even closer, “Yes.” But he didn’t move, sadly.

“You wanted to waste some jerk’s money, so I offered mine.” It was then that he stepped closer, and you could feel his breath on your skin. “I don’t think I’m much of a jerk though, sorry if you were looking for that too.” He added in a lower tone, one you had to pay attention to in order to catch every vibration. Your breathing became ragged, shaky and you weren’t sure if he was doing this on purpose.

“I wasn’t, I don’t really like jerks actually.” You moved your arm, gently placing it on his chest. Jungkook took it as a warning, do not wander further than my palm. He wasn’t sure why, but he surely didn’t want to mistake it for an invitation.

“Where can I try them on?” You smiled.

“There’s a walking closet right next to the racks, feel free to use it.” He took a step back.

“Thank you.”

“Or you could just use my room.” Jungkook froze, he wasn’t sure if he had actually said that out loud. It was just a passing thought in his head, and now he was mortified. He searched your eyes fervently for a reaction.

“Thank you for the offer, Jungkook, I’ll keep that in mind.” You took it as another one of Jungkook’s obnoxious jokes, like eighty percent of your conversations with Jungkook usually entailed. But silently, you wished he wasn’t joking.

Jungkook, however, felt his soul rise from his body and go far, far away. The way his name rolled off your tongue like a sweet melody, he would do anything to hear that again. He hadn’t even noticed any of the other words you said like they were all blurred except for his name, and it drove him crazy. You left him standing there, like a frozen popsicle. But your hand burned, it pulsated, from being on his chest, from feeling him flex under your palm, and it was exhilarating. You wanted to feel him again, but next time without a piece of clothing blocking the sensation.

Jungkook wasn’t used to bringing women home, the last time a girl was in his room was before his sixth grade dance, and it was only because she was amongst the rest of his little friend group. They were all going to the dance together, and Jungkook had told them he had snacks in his room, so they all rushed up to get some before leaving. Pathetic surely, for someone his age. But he never cared enough to go out of his way to find someone to share the majority of his time with, he never thought he needed to. He was always given everything he wanted or needed from birth, and until four weeks ago he didn’t realize that he did in fact want one more thing. Or perhaps he needed it? Love at first sight, what an idiotic concept.

For someone like Jungkook, it wasn’t uncommon to get married the moment he graduated, to another crazy rich person. In these circumstances, you marry someone you could tolerate, someone easy on the eyes too, and you just hope to see that person as little as possible. So you both have affairs, multiple, and it’s no secret, everyone knows, even friends, and family, they all know. It always made Jungkook’s stomach churn, at the mere thought of it all, the lack of integrity. He had met plenty of good-looking, rich, women, but they never seemed to stimulate him mentally. It was always a ‘Jungkook you’re so funny!’ and a firm grip of his thigh, when all he had said was that he didn’t care where they’d go eat, they could just watch Netflix instead. And he’d look at them, detached, then hail that he wasn’t feeling too well, and retire to his room. And the girls would always leave. They’d freshen up their lipstick as if they had another scheduled date before stepping out the door.

Jungkook was surely the black sheep of his family, his entire environment, and not in a bad way. He just didn’t behave like the others, he didn’t share their same mentality. Jungkook preferred to meditate than to go clubbing, he preferred to go to a local cafe than on a jet to Singapore for the weekend. Yes, he had seen and done his fair share of rich people things, but he was still always grateful for the plate of food that his personal chef would place in front of him, bowing to show his gratitude. Obviously, the staff in Jungkook’s home were all incredibly fond of him because of that, knowing this little prince from birth, watching him grow into a genuine and respectful young man.

Truthfully, Jungkook wasn’t really aware of the effect he had on people. He was a charmer, but he was kind too. So everything he ever said, whether it be a compliment, or a random remark on the nice weather, he meant it all one hundred percent. But Jungkook also didn’t say much, which is why he was never able to be properly understood by anyone but his family, staff, and very close friends, and maybe now even you. With you, Jungkook didn’t even feel the need to sat much, the glances you shared seem to fill in forty percent of your conversations. A single glance could mean you two would start barking like rabid dogs, or it could mean a ‘shut the fuck up you can’t be serious’, or even a ‘I will actually punch a hole in your smug little face right now.’

When you walked out of his closet with the first full outfit that fit, he was laying on his bed, hands behind his head and he jumped up at the sound of your entrance. You posed ridiculously for him and giggled. You were happy, and that was all he wanted. He winked, then whistled, eyeing you. You knew he was joking but you couldn’t help but blush, this was his effect, this was what he did to you. And now you really wanted to kiss him, and he really wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t want you to think that was what he did all this for because it wasn’t. He didn’t want you to think that was all he had wanted.

You both quickly fell into conversation, loudly speaking to each other through the thick doors of the closet. Every now and then you’d poke your half-dressed head through the doors to say something or make sure you heard Jungkook correctly, a ‘What?’ and ‘Harhar very funny’ spoken every now and then. Jungkook now stood by the doors with his back against the wall and face towards the ceiling. And you’d think you were going crazy with the way he would look at you, like he had never seen something so divine. He’d never say anything, no ‘You look beautiful’ or even a ‘Wow’, none, he would just stare in awe with his mouth slightly ajar. And you would chuckle, every time. The both of you didn’t seem to be too good with words, never able to quite find any to properly use in describing your feelings.

So when you finally asked him, “How do I look?” he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer, and said with the most serious look on his face, “Like the queen of Australia.” And you stared at each other, in disbelief, both of your eyes racing each other to look from one to the other, both your lips perked and quivering with the familiar wave of a roar that was surely soon to burst through the both of you. Like an explosion, the glee was released. You grabbed his shoulders to keep you balanced as you threw your head backward, your upper body following. And Jungkook was able to open his eyes slightly, through the tears he ogled at your neck, then at your face that shared an image of pure joy. He admired the way your lips parted way for your teeth, and the scrunches on your nose, the smile lines that led from the edge of your nose to the edge of your lips.

“You’re funny.” You said, dazed out of your mind and knocking on his chest, the dopamine coursing through your brain surely mixed with some oxytocin. And it was the same for Jungkook. You thought about the way his hands felt on your waist, leaving a ghostish touch, gentle and comforting.

“Wouldn’t it be even funnier if I kissed you right now?” His eyes were staring at yours with rapt attention. And you answered with an energetic nod, like you had been waiting for this question for years.

It was quick, his lips were on yours, soft, gentle. They glided against yours almost too perfectly like they belonged to you. Jungkook couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your mouth on his, so he was kissing you deeper, more fervently, like he didn’t even need to breathe. Your breaths fanned each other, exasperated sighs as you both inhaled every five seconds for air because you refused to separate. Jungkook felt a warmth blossom within him, the feeling of your arms wrapping around his head to pull him in closer. The two of you began clumsily stumbling towards his bed, the back of Jungkook’s knees hitting the edge first and he fell backward, you on top of him. Now you were peering at him from above, hair framing your face like a painting, and Jungkook adored the way you looked at him with your half lidded eyes through your long eyelashes. He was in paradise. No other paradise he had ever been in, no island vacation or shopping spree in Singapore could compare to the paradise he was in right now, with you. And he knew then that he wanted to share his world with you, and he could only hope and wish that you share yours with him too.

Jungkook caressed your cheek, gentle swipes across your cheekbones with his thumb. His eyes deeply focused on memorizing your every pore. If he told you he was counting your scars you would probably slap him out of embarrassment. He flipped you over, took off his shirt, and kissed you once more. This time it was quick, rushed, like he couldn’t get enough of you before the time was up.

“Can I?” He tugged at the hem of your top. And you nodded, hesitantly, your bottom lip between your teeth. “I won’t do anything you don’t want.” He reassured you, as if reading your mind, following his statement with a soft kiss on your forehead. “So tell me, what do you want?” He trailed his thumb across your bottom lip, slipping it into your mouth, entranced by the way you took him in.

“Can I just have you?” You looked up at him, from eyeing his topless body. That alone had you pressing your thighs together. Your hands all over him, as if your eyes were closed and you were trying to picture him in your mind through your touch. Then you took his left hand with yours, and your right hand trailed down to grab his crotch, and you moved his hand down to yours. “But I don’t want these two to meet yet.” You snickered. Jungkook found you so amusing, his lips perking into an endearing grin. “That won’t be a problem, princess.” Your tummy did a little flip at his pet name, the way he purred it to you making you go a little crazy.

The rest of the night was spent touching and kissing and touching and kissing. And when Jungkook asked if he could ‘massage you down there’ you took his hand once more and slipped it into your panties. And when you were both in your underwear, Jungkook couldn’t stop drooling over you, the black lacy lingerie that you had worn just for him, hugging every one of your curves as if they were specially handcrafted for you. He proceeded to bite the hem of your panties, tugging them off gently while stopping to lick your thigh every now and then. Jungkook truly did not care that he wouldn’t be having sex with you. He loved this just as much. He loved the way your breath hitched when he slipped his fingers inside you, and the way your nails dug into his arm and his back pulling him closer and closer until you were glued together. Your lips never parting even through muffled moans. You touched him too, you felt the way he twitched in your palm, and it made you giddy when he would shiver in pleasure, biting your lip and curling your toes from excitement. And Jungkook would mutter your name beside your ear anytime you teased him a bit too much, "Y/N, baby, you're driving me crazy." Accompanied by his vulnerable whines and gasps. You guided each other, until you both reached the finish line. And you did this until it was late into the night. Reaching the finish line a number of times, in a number of different ways.

You laid in each other’s embrace, whispering sweet nothings to each other through flirtatious kisses. The kind of fondness between you resembled that of hopeless romantics. And that was exactly what the two of you were. Jungkook’s hand caressing your arm, and you outlining his tattoos with your finger.

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” You replied with a hearty laugh.

Jungkook reached over to his bedside to grab his phone. Returning to you he asked, “What do you want to eat, pretty?”

“Whatever you have to offer, handsome.” Your flirting was disgusting, but you both didn’t care.

Jungkook then called his chef, even though it was like 1am in the morning. “I am so sorry for waking you up Mister Young, but I would really appreciate it if you could cook up a meal for two, please.” Your heart instantly melted at the sweetness that Jungkook displayed, truly a kind-hearted gentleman. Mister Young was not at all bothered by Jungkook’s request, in fact, he was overly excited for young sir, this being the first time he had ever requested a meal for two at 1 am in the morning. A sense of pride filled him, happy for the young prince who had possibly found someone to be happy with, finally.

Jungkook turned to you, a grin on his face, “You know, I barely know you.” He said.

“Why lie?” You replied.

You were right. Jungkook did actually know you. He had a private investigator do a background check on you this morning. In Jungkook’s world, it was just out of precaution. There’s always a new story that finds its way to him about someone in their circle being another victim of fraud. He just wanted to make sure that the woman he felt himself falling for, was real.

“How did you know?” Jungkook’s mouth slightly agape.

“You just told me.” You grinned. And Jungkook loved the way you made him feel like a fool. You were joking at first of course, but when Jungkook ironically confessed you put two and two together. Figuring that a person of his stature would surely have the means to know what the name of your pet hamster from when you were seven was. You didn’t really care since you had already told him much of it yourself, all he did was cross-check with the records available to him. But now he owed you, big time.

“You owe me now.” You said.

“Like I said, anything you want, whenever you want.”

Over his shoulder, your eyes noticed something that you were inspecting earlier.

“How about... for next time... or whenever I um, come around to it...” You paused to build up your courage while Jungkook turned to what your eyes were peering at. “We do it against those.” You were both now glancing at Jungkook’s window-filled wall.

“Baby...” He turned to you, eyes wide like he was on cocaine, shifting beneath the sheets before slithering nearer to you like an injured puppy placing his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re so sexy.” He whined into your neck, drawing out the ‘y’ at the end.

He looked up at you, his big doe eyes in action, "What are you doing next week?" A cunning smirk sneaking onto his face.

"Well, I'm scheduled at work for like twenty hours, then I have classes to attend..." You mindlessly listed off the things you were going to do next week as if you weren't speaking to Jeon Jungkook, as if he was just a random commoner–like yourself–looking to ask you out on a simple dinner date.

"Come to Fiji with me?"

Wow, you were not expecting that, and it clearly showed on your face. However, it was not at all like you to turn down this kind of offer just to slave around at a job you despised. Your classes you could easily catch up on. Your mind was made up, but Jungkook didn't know that, so you wanted to tease him a bit.

"I don't know." You exhaled as if torn between the 'very difficult' decision.

"Please." Jungkook whined, lengthening the vowels. "I have to take you on a date. Our first official date." He coaxed.

"And us spending the whole day together yesterday wasn't a date to you?" You asked, genuinely puzzled.

"I said o-ffi-cial." He carefully pronounced each sound in the word 'official' to make it clearer.

"And you can’t just take me out to dinner?" You provoked. Jungkook pouted at you, "That’s boring, I’m not a boring guy." And you knew this already, from some of his earlier ministrations.

"Did someone say skinny dipping?" You yelled, frantically searching the room for an imaginary person. Jungkook’s eyes lit up. "I'm fucking with you, of course I'll go." You finally gave in, unable to compete against his pout.

Jungkook didn't even give you time to pack anything, telling you he'd buy you whatever you needed later. You had both ended up sleeping well into Saturday afternoon in a tangled mess on his bed: your leg was thrown over him, his hand instinctively on your ass all night, or he'd be spooning you and have his hand down the boxers he let you borrow. One way or the other, he made sure those butterflies didn't leave your stomach from his touches. Later in the evening, you were both driven to the airport to board Jungkook's own private jet. He told you how every member in his family had their own designated plane all because of an incident where his older brother had taken the plane to see his girlfriend in Amsterdam when his dad had a meeting to attend in Malaysia.

"It was a huge thing." He said. "My dad was like fuming, you could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears, he was yelling into the phone at my brother like 'You better bring that plane back this instant or else I'm selling your Rolls-Royce!' it was hilarious." You laughed in both amusement and agony, this was really some rich people shit that you could not wrap your head around.

"It was my brother's favorite one too." Jungkook snorted. You connected the dots that the car was indeed sold.

"That's insane..." You looked down at your entangled hands. "Our lives are really different, Jungkook." Your throat started to burn from realization, you were in the car on your way to another fucking country with someone you had just met a day ago. The adrenaline and desire overwhelming the practical part of your brain that would've probably been screaming 'Don't! Don't' at every decision you ended up making to spend more and more time with Jungkook. You thought about the home you had grown up in, the two-bedroom home that was just enough for you and your parents. You had nothing to offer Jungkook, and here he was spending all this cash on a stranger. You wondered if he did this with every pretty girl, then dropped them a week later once he got bored. Probably shouldn’t have let miss lady take charge yesterday.

Jungkook squeezed your hand. You looked back at him. "That doesn't matter, I hope you know that." The remaining ten minutes of the ride was spent in relative silence, you battling in your thoughts, and Jungkook humming to himself while looking out the window, turning to check on you every minute or so. He didn't need a reply from you. He would've understood if you made the decision not to go right in front of the jet's stairs. And he'd take you home, without question.

But you didn't. You got on that plane, fell asleep an hour into the flight, and woke up to Jungkook gently telling you that you were about to land. You looked out the window, "Doesn't look like Fiji, did you kidnap me to sell me off?"

"Unfortunately not, you'd make me so much money though," he pouts through his teasing "we're in Sydney, you need things so I figured we'd make a stop..." He leaned over you, his hands on top of the baggage compartment while he looked out your window. You grabbed his waist and stuffed your head up his shirt, yup this was the best decision you've made so far.

"You smell nice, kinda wanna take a bite." You said, actually taking a bite of his sturdy abs.

"What do I taste like?" He asked.

"Like burnt chicken nuggets." You licked.

"Alright, that's enough, let's get going." He pulled you out from under his shirt and enveloped you in a rather dirty kiss. He took you by your hand and guided you off the plane and into the black range rover waiting for you both.

“I don’t need much, Jungkook.” You said, causing Jungkook to stare at you with wide eyes. This was very unlike you. “Well half of the time I’m gonna be in the water, and the other half I’ll probably be...” you leaned over to whisper the rest in his ear “naked.” His grip on your thigh tightened.

“Plus I have nowhere to keep all this stuff in my tiny dorm room closet.” You whined, placing your head on his shoulder. You didn’t even want to think about the amount of time that packing would take.

He hummed as if deep in thought, “Well you’re lucky, I just so happen to have an extra closet you can use.”

You groaned, you were a bit terrified at how things were moving. Yes, Jungkook was a rare gem, a one in a million type of guy but you feared that he didn’t see you the same way. And maybe he really wasn’t, there’s only so much you can learn about a person in 48 hours. Though, character may be hard to fake. Why worry though? This was a once in a lifetime experience that not many people were lucky enough to get, after all, this was what you were working towards anyway. You were absolutely going to enjoy yourself.

“Fine, but that means I have to come over anytime I want something from that closet.”

“Very true, I’m sure we can work something out.”

It wasn’t long before you both arrived at the very posh boutique lined shopping centre. You weren’t sure why you had expected to go to the general mall with stores such as Topshop or Zara. Instead, you were staring down price tags that could pay six months worth of rent. “Stop looking at those.” Jungkook snatched the price tag out of your hand. “Just choose what you like, I’ll wait for you in the changing room, pretty.” The changing room which was quite literally a room with a whole sofa that Jungkook laid on. So when you came in with a stack of clothes in your arms, a huge toothy grin on your face, and the store clerk behind you also with a stack of clothes in her arms, Jungkook smiled. You began trying on the clothes, all made for warm weather, you just wanted to make sure that they didn’t look stupid on you. Sometimes some pieces would look gorgeous on the hanger, but the moment it was on a body it became an awkward looking mess. Jungkook would still say that you made it look good but you wouldn’t care, your own confidence in the piece being more important than whether or not it actually looked good. Jungkook was enjoying this just as much as you were, having front row seats to see your panties slightly slip off whenever you removed some shorts or skirts that were tight fitting. His favorite part though was the swimsuit try on, yup, and you had a lot of those. Every now and then he’d get up just to grab you, spin you around, and hold you, like the big softie he was.

You both spent around two hours shopping. Jungkook bought two pairs of swimsuits for himself, the remaining six bags were yours. And you were back on the plane for a quick-not-so-quick four and a half hour ride to Fiji islands, final destination being Turtle Island.

It was mid-day by the time you arrived at the five star private resort that Jungkook had booked for you two, well his travel agent, but that wasn’t the point–he still paid. It was a beautiful little stilt building on water, there was even a pool and jacuzzi on the patio overlooking the crystal clear blue water. You oohed and aahed at the colorful fish and turtles! that swam below. Then there were footsteps coming up behind you, fast, and before you could even turn there was a huge splash in the water you were watching. A wet blonde head of hair looking up at you from the water. “You coming or not!?” Jungkook yelled over to you. Luckily, you already had your swimsuits on under your clothes, a little trick that your mom and you would do every time she’d take you to the beach or to the water park when you were younger. So you stripped your clothes off and jumped in after him. And when you were floating beside him he brought his hand up out from the water, two goggles hanging from it. You squealed a bit from excitement, snatching one, pouring the salty water out from inside, wiping the goggles and putting it on. Then you were both under, diving then coming up for air then back down to swim after a turtle.

The rest of the day went by quickly, exhausted by the time the sun set. You were in the jacuzzi eating a bunch of fruit that the resort staff had delivered earlier. Eyes closed and head relaxed on the cushioned headrest, with your arms outstretched on the jacuzzi edge. Jungkook was somewhere inside, you assumed he was taking a shower. That was not the case though, apparently he was straddling you now, his thick arms wrapped behind your head, his fat ass on your thighs. You opened your eyes “cute,” you giggled, moving your hands up his sides while inspecting his ravishing body.

“Did you know that sea turtles eat jellyfish? It’s like their favorite snack. I wonder if it’s like jello.” Jungkook said. You hummed, too busy with your hands.

“They can also hold their breath underwater for like five hours.” He added on. Now he was smirking, but you weren’t sure why.

“That’s very interesting, Jungkook, is there a reason you’re telling me this?”

“Not really.” He started sliding off you, into the water. Your eyes followed him down until everything was submerged except for his head.

“May I?” He asked.

“May you what?”

He stuck his tongue out, then flailed his head in the water and you were genuinely embarrassed by him even though it was just the two of you. But you knew what he meant: the turtle facts now made a bit more sense to you. He pinched your thigh and you swatted him. Jungkook’s devious little plan was ruined because you were now wrestling in the jacuzzi. HIs head tucked under your armpit, then you were tucked under his armpit, then multiple counts of attempted homicide.

Though, eventually, somehow your swimsuits had managed to fly off in various directions and somehow you were now all over each other, tongues in action and lips glued together. Jungkook’s hands ran up and down your spine then went to fondle your ass that he would occasionally squeeze. You were quick to let him into your mouth, his tongue having begged at your lips. You naturally began to grind against his muscular thighs, and he would flex them to create some sort of aid in this frictionless water. Your hand inched down his chest, his abs, then you traced his v-line till you reached what you were going for. You fondled his dick that was now getting pressed between your torso and his, running your thumb against his tip. “Shit, baby, do you like doing that? Teasing me?” Jungkook groaned into your ear. You hummed in agreement. Your lips smacking against each other, the sound of hot breath and waves mixing together. Jungkook’s dick being so close to your entrance but not inside you made you feel empty, and you could feel his outline against you, not small in the slightest. “Jungkook, I want you.” The words barely escaping with sound as you mouthed them into the kiss before he started nipping at your neck, taking a bite and leaving a fresh hickey. “Mhm, can you say that again for me, baby?” You loved Jungkook’s way of flirting, he would call you ‘pretty’ whenever you were in public and keep ‘baby’ for the bedroom. “I want you so deep inside me that I can’t see you right in front of me.” You pulled away to speak properly.

Jungkook must have seen the devil because he yanked you up, threw you over his shoulder and removed you both from the jacuzzi. You were now two naked bodies on display for all the turtles and fishes to see, though they seemed to be too preoccupied to watch Jungkook ruin you shortly. He slapped your ass and ran his fingers over your mound as he carried you to the canopy bed that sat outside on the patio. “You know, when you say things like that you make me go a little crazy.” He said in a deep, groany voice. And he threw you onto the bed, barely giving you any time to adjust before he was spreading your legs and looking at you hungrily.

“You’re too pretty for your own good,” he drew his fingers along your entrance, “I wonder how many times I can make you cum with my mouth alone.” You nearly cried as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, his thumb tracing little circles on your bud. It wasn’t long before he was shoving one finger in, then two, then three, going in and out and in and out, his tongue lapping you up. You grinded against him, your fingers in his wet hair. Then he was moving up your body, licking the droplets of water along the line he drew. He circled your nipple while he rubbed the tip of his shaft against your entrance. Your hands were above your head, giving him an all access pass to every inch of your body. Then he was showering you with kisses again, your lips connecting once more like magnets. “I can’t believe I’m about to fuck the queen of Australia.” He whispered into your ear. You let out a breathless laugh, your hands moving to wrap around his neck. “That would make you my king, or rather perhaps my concubine?” You moaned as Jungkook grinded against you, slow lustful grinds. “Sounds like fun either way, but you’ll always be my princess.” And you gave out a loud moan from Jungkook finally shoving his dick inside you.

“What if I said I’d never had a concubine before?” You laughed breathlessly, afraid that Jungkook might not catch your drift. Though when he paused from fucking you into the sheets to look at you through wide eyes, you can confidently assume he did.

“Are you?’ He asked, unable to say much else. And you nodded hesitantly in reply.

“Then I guess we’re both just going off instinct here, aren’t we?” He smiled, returning to kiss you, devotion laced with his kiss. The fact that Jungkook was a virgin, too, made you lightheaded, you were his first and likewise. To you, this meant something more than just a quick fiji trip with a pretty girl.

Jungkook wouldn’t have even guessed that he’d be your first, thinking that you didn’t want to fuck him on your kinda-not-really second date was because you just didn’t fuck so early. He didn’t really understand why, or how, but knowing that he was your first too made him feel connected to you even more, like you were truly both meant to stumble into each other. He was so fucking glad that he asked you that stupid question, or else you wouldn’t be here right now, with him. And God, the way your lips felt against his, he could go crazy just from a brush alone. He held you like you were fragile, made from glass, but with every thrust he wanted to go deeper, further into you, and no he wasn’t doing that just to hear your heavenly moans.

Unhurried, lazy but deep thrusts. Because he’s not rushing anywhere nor are you. And your fingers are entangled in his, beside your head, and they’re warm, moist even, soft, and his thumb drags along the back of your hand, calming you, sweet little ministrations– his specialty. And his lips are on your ear, your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, and he’s tasting you, like a hungry gentleman. You’re on a cloud, with nothing else but yourself and him around you. And you can feel it all, everything, everywhere, the sweet tingles that run up from your mound through your stomach, up to your brain and it’s intoxicating, like narcotics, you can’t get enough. But it’s happening simultaneously with the pumps from your heart, and the feelings are mixing, like a sick little concoction waiting to burst out of every opening. Now Jungkook’s fingers are running down your shining body, like paint brushes, he’s painting you then erasing you with his lips, then painting you again, and he does this many, many times, and each time is like the first. You can feel him, so intimately, filling you slowly, his warm, slick body on top of yours, his tough chest and abdomen sliding on yours carefully, gently, almost like he doesn’t want to scrape you with his piercing muscles that he had so diligently built. His golden chain tickles your face, and you smile, biting it, and twisting your head to the side to pull him closer, and Jungkook answers with a chaste kiss, no hesitation.

He pulled out all the way till only his tip was past your entrance, “I’m happy to be your first concubine, my princess,” and as he spoke those words he thrusted into you, a slow, meticulous thrust, guiding you to your high. “I’ll always be your princess.” You repeated to him the same words he had spoken to you, a tear running down your cheek as you felt an unfamiliar sensation bubbling within you.

And you know, you know now that you love him. You love him a bit too much. But it’s impossible to describe, there aren’t enough letters, not enough words, to describe the way your stomach flips whenever he smiles at you– that smile, the smile... his smile. Maybe not enough words in this language alone, maybe there are more in French, there should be more that you can use? So you think, but you only know so much. Amour sans fin. Your love for him, endless, until the very last star burns out. But still, you’re trying to find the words, struggling to put together the letters while sharing the same breaths with him. You open your eyes, and you’re met with his, penetrating you, as if he’s reading your heart’s wishes, longings, needs. And he says it before you can.

“I love you.” And you know, you understand, that it’s all you need. There’s nothing more he can say, to explain to you how deep his feeling goes, there aren’t enough words, or songs, or poems. So you accept it because you too know nothing of what else he could say, to express his longing for you. The longing for something that is already there, but he still wants to be with you, constantly, he wants you there, always.

Jungkook knew that you were the one, his search coming to a full stop with you snug between his arms. He continued to fuck you while paying attention to every inch of your skin, and he soon learned all your sweet spots. The spot right below your ear, which he would lick, and kiss, and bite, and you in turn would cry his name. The spot on your side, on your waist, right below your ribs, he would run his fingers across it, his tongue, and you'd shiver. And your lips of course, when he'd bite your bottom lip, you always smiled into the kiss without fail, and if your hands weren't already holding his face then you would bring them up to hold him.

Even though you were all over each other, tossing and turning, fucking and crying. Fucking from the side, fucking with your leg swung over his shoulder, fucking with both legs over his shoulder, fucking with your face stuffed into a pillow, you still couldn't get enough of each other. This seemed to be the case anytime you two were together though, the physical touch between you two being never ending. Whenever this becomes official, the PDA will be disgusting. So when you've both reached your highs, multiple times, and the fogginess has left your mind, you're finally breathing out an "I love you," that gets lost among the waves, but does not go unheard.

ℙℂ𝕐𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕℂℍ𝕀𝕃𝔻’𝕊 𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋

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[your] love's the only hoax i believe in; (m)| jjk

pairing: jungkook x you

word count: 9.5k

genre: fuckboy!jungkook, angst(kinda broke my own heart while writing ngl), smut, college au

warnings: gguk is really mean in the end, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, swearing, oral (m receiving), fingering, cum eating, groping, dirty talk, rough sex, mentions of vibrator🤡, brief spanking, size kink, multiple orgasms, protected sex, names calling, mentions of exhibitionism, jungkook kinda insults taylor swift (but oc defends her!)

summary: not in a million years you would have guessed that you'd find yourself in the arrangement of giving the biggest fuckboy on campus free tutor lessons in exchange of letting him fuck you. so, how exactly did you end up here?

a/n: i put a lot of effort and time (despite having to learn for exams 🤡) into this piece so i hope you like it!!🥺

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The squeaky sounds of your sneakers ricochets off the walls as you're marching through the hall of the university facility. You walk fast, not only because you have somewhere to be, but also because you always stroll everywhere in brisk motions. Life is rushing past your eyes just like how you are walking past the tranquil students that saunter in the hallway. The apathy that dwells upon those people were something that you secretly hankered after.

However, you really have no time to think about how they - or perhaps even everyone that surrounds you - come off as so composed and mellow because you're already two minutes too late to your study session with Jeon Jungkook. Why did past you think that you'd be able to get from your class to the library - that's in another faculty - in only five minutes? It was impossible.

After some more sprinting you find yourself in the library. It doesn't take long to spot the dark-haired guy that was gifted with those captivating eyes. He sits somewhere near the huge windows, reading something in a book before typing on his laptop. You pretend that you don't notice the small buckle of your knees when you take his whole appearance into observation, while walking towards him.

Jeon Jungkook is utterly gorgeous. He looks splendid, magnificent, imposing and so much more. Which was also the reason why you were such a stuttering mess when he suddenly approached you to ask if you could help him with some classes a few days ago. His beauty literally snapped your breath away.

,,Y/n!" an unfamiliar voice shouts into the chilly spring air, when you just left the library, a few books stapled in your arms.You turn around and search for that someone that called your name. You don't expect to be met with a pair hooded eyes that make you gulp.

It was Jeon Jungkook in his full splendour, his prestige radiating something electrifying in the air. Despite the impressiveness of his visuals that you get to ogle from up close your mind drifts off to why he knows who you are. Why does Jeon Jungkook know that you exist?

,,Uh, y-yes?" In spite of trying to come off as nonchalant your voice gives you away. There was just something about him that intimidated and let uncertainty mingle inside you.

,,You do one on one tutoring sessions, right?" he asks, expectantly waiting for your answer. The wind that picks up and sweeps his cologne into your nostrils doesn't help to organise your thoughts, they only get fuzzier.

,,Yeah..I-I offer some."

,,Good. I need some help with a few classes and Namjoon recommended you to me, said you were the best in your shared classes." Jungkook's gaze never shifts from your eyes, unlike yours because - oh wow look, what a beautiful leave there is on the ground - holding eye contact with this handsome men was just too much. ,,Of course only after him," he chuckles and that soft sound makes your eyes dart up again, the beauty of his scrunched features when he chuckles now embedded in your memory.

You try to compose yourself without him noticing that he somehow has so much impact on you without even doing something distinguishing. ,,I have a lot to do at the moment, so I have to check my schedule first." - you clear your throat to get that annoying layer of nervousness away that encases your voice - ,,It could take a while tho, because I already have a few tutoring lessons going on at the moment."

Jungkook looks baffled for a moment. He didn't think that there was a chance of you rejecting him. He wasn't aware of the fact that your were so engaged in the whole tutor thing, but it seems like you were kinda well-known for that on campus. How would he know though? Jungkook had very little interest in anything that had to do with studying. But here you are, in some extent turning him down, saying it straight into face. Jungkook couldn't pass it off like that.

,,What a shame. I was looking forward to it. I think we'd have so much fun. Y'know, you seem like you can teach me a lot." You blink. You'd have so much fun? You can teach him a lot? What was he trying to imply? ,,But I guess I should've come to you sooner, huh? At least the people you're tutoring get the bless to have you as their study guide." Why was he suddenly looking down at you with those big innocent eyes? This wasn't what you imagined him to be when you heard everyone gossip about the infamous fuckboys newest escapade at the frat house. Something softens inside you.

,,Do you mind giving me your number? O- of course only for the purpose of texting you if the tutor sessions work out!" you blurt out, gulping when you await his answer.

A grin tugs on Jungkook once he understood the meaning behind your words. ,,Absolutely."

That day you couldn't forget your little intervention with Jungkook and how his whole energy exhibited smugness and sublimity in such an effortless way - that kind of enticed you, but you wouldn't admit that - until a dreamless sleep washed over you.

So now you stand at Jungkooks table, ready to start the first tutor lesson with him. He was lucky that this one girl ended the study session two days after Jungkook approached you - because you taught her well enough that she didn't need you anymore - so you were able to slide Jungkook into her slot.

You hawk, trying to gain Jungkooks attention. You're not sure how he could be so immersed into whatever he's typing on his laptop or maybe he's mad because your 5 minutes too late, but that couldn't be the case, right? Jungkook looks up at you, a gentle smile tugging on his lips. Nope, doesn't seem to be mad at all. Good. Because your not up for a debate about how your were already so unprofessional before the study lessons even started. You weren't usually like this, you were always on time but Jungkook insisted on having the first tutor lesson on Wednesday at this time, so there wasn't even a chance that you would be punctual if you didn't get out of class earlier.

,,Hi," you greet him, tone sounding meek. You settle yourself in the seat in front of him. His eyes follow you, that grin never leaving his face. And that buzzing feeling - that flooded your bones once you saw Jungkook sitting here - doesn't leave too.

,,Hello, Y/n." Is it normal to feel shivers down your spine after someone says your name? Perhaps the essential thing is that it wasn't just someone that said your name - it was Jeon Jungkook to be clear.

,,Uh, have you sorted out some specific topics where you're lacking the most, so that we can start there?" Talking about studies and university stuff gains confidence in your voice.

When you start talking about why you're both actually here, Jungkook sighs and that sluggish smile is nowhere to be found. He thought that you'd maybe be up to some talking first, perhaps getting to know each other because Jungkook finds your shy persona somehow interesting. But as soon as you sat down you were immediately doing your job, no indication to talk to each other to at least try to establish a solid relationship to see how things are working between the two of you or whatsoever. You don't care about things like that - you're only here to help this boys difficulties that he has with getting through university.

Nonetheless, Jungkook would not settle with this kind of distant relationship. He wants to have more fun if he was already going to do something so boring voluntarily. Jungkook needs a bit more thrill at this sessions and he was glad that he reached out to you, because your innocent and timid manners oddly attract him. ,,I wrote some down," he answers.

You start grabbing your stuff from your bag, placing them on the table. ,,So," - you open a few books while your laptop powers up - ,,Where do you want to start?" Jungkook hands you a paper and you examine it briefly. ,,Aren't these like... all your classes?" you ask.

,,Yeah," he admits, rubbing his neck.

Sigh. You didn't know that Jungkook would be such a difficult case.

,,Hey, do you wanna grab takeout with me? You can choose where," Jungkook offers when you're both done and are packing your things.

,,Uhm, I pass," you retort.

While you're occupied with still packing your stuff, Jungkook freezes. He blinks several times. Did you just reject him so...casually?

When you turn back to him you perceive Jungkooks bewildered state. Oh no. That probably came off as rude. ,,It's- It's just that I'm gonna meet up with Hoseok," you clarify.

Hoseok? Jungkook recalls having someone with that name in a class. ,,You both are....?" Of course a pure and beautiful girl like you would have a boyfriend.

,,Wha- Oh, no- no! Nothing like that. He's working on a project and asked me to help him out a bit." Jungkook feels relieved. Despite having some interest in you, he would never do something with a taken girl. That was under his morals. But then again, it was already evening and you didn't plan on going home after this? How much stuff do you manage to do within a day?

,,Okay then, see you next time, gorgeous," he says, throwing his bag over his shoulder and granting you his signature smirk before strolling off.

There was a weird tingly feeling inside your stomach that you couldn't quite decipher.

Bizarrely you end up in the same situation as last time. You're coming late to your meet up with Jungkook again.

You rush to the library, pushing the heavy doors open and relishing in the warmth of the building. Then you sprint to the same desk as last time, hoping he had chosen that same spot again and yes, he luckily did. In quick steps you plump your ass on the chair in front of him, panting heavily.

,,Hi, we're gonna start from where we stopped last time?" You quickly open your bag and swiftly take your notes and books out.

,,Wow, slow down there. Maybe we just wait till your not hyperventilating anymore?" he humours.

,,I'm fine, did you open your file so we can start?" You open your books, trying to find the page, but suddenly two hands dart to yours, wrapping themselves around your wrist. You immediately stop in your tracks. Jungkooks fingers glide down to your hands and wreathes them over yours.

You don't dare to look up at him. Truthfully, you don't want to know what kind of look he has on his face. Jungkook's warmth from his hands conveys into you, your body relaxing and your agitated emotions settle themselves somewhere deep down. It takes a while for your breath to calm down since you were never actively doing any sorts of sport - despite you rush through life like you're never going to be able to finish off everything that you want to accomplish in your span of life.

Why couldn't stressing over life count as some mental sport? You're sure stressing over something burned some calories.

Jungkook notices you dark rings under your eyes, he had already seen them when he first approached you and after that, when you had your first meeting. You seem tired, worn out, but it also looks like that you don't take a break from anything. A tiny bit of guilt mingles inside Jungkook, but if the tutoring lessons that he asked you for were too much you wouldn't have accepted his request...right? ,,You're okay now?" he asks softly. You lock your eyes on his face, his caring manner confusing you.

,,Why are you being like this?"

,,Whatchu mean?"

,,You're like...really nice to me."

,,You don't give me a reason not to be," Jungkook answers, his thumbs softly grazing your skin. The soft gesture overwhelms you, making you feel a lot of good emotions all at once so you pull your hands back, fidgeting with your fingers on your lap. Jungkook nibbles at his bottom lip, withdrawing his arms from table and leaning back on his chair. ,,Why do you think I wouldn't be nice to you anyway?"

,,People talk a lot. Especially about you and your friends. And they say that you're not really friendly towards other students."

,,And you're judging me based off on other people's opinion?" Jungkook folds his arms, suddenly looking so intimidating.

,,I guess so..."

,,At least you're honest," he humours, a small smile displayed on his lips.

,,I think we can start now," you say, opening your books.

Jungkooks smile falters. He wants to learn more about you, wants to study you instead of these boring things. However, it doesn't seem like you have any interest in encountering with Jungkook if it doesn't have to do with studying. And somehow that triggers something inside him. Jungkook felt some kind of attraction towards you, but his reputation makes you back away from him.

He sighs loudly. Why is he feeling so frustrated?

,,I'm heading to the frat party, you wanna join?" You're both occupied with packing up your stuff after your fruitful session.

,,I don't really have time for that," you answer. And even if you would have time, you'd never go to the frat house. You absolutely hate parties.

,,It's Friday. Where do you possibly have to be except at home and enjoying the weekend?"

,,A guy needs my help to revision some stuff," you answer, putting your last item inside your bag, but you don't stand up yet. Jungkook had packed his things too and stays seated.

,,Just cancel him then."

,,I can't."

,,And why is that so?"

,,He recently got a letter that said he would get kicked out if his grades are not gonna get better. He's writing an exam on Monday, so I gotta help him."

,,You need to stop feeling responsible for other people's doom."

,,It's not like that," you defend yourself, even though there was a little voice in your mind that told you that Jungkook was right.

,,Yeah it is. Why are you being so delusional?" Delusional? Why was he getting so intrusive all of a sudden?

,,I just don't want him to fail. I'm just being nice, that's all. Maybe you don't know what that's like 'cause you're treating everyone like shit."

There it was. You're confronting him about his reputation again. And maybe you are right. Maybe Jungkook treats everyone like shit, but he couldn't be like that to you. Somehow Jungkook finds you different than all the other people in this stupid university and he hates the fact that you don't want to have something to do with him. It's not like he didn't notice the stares you give him when you thought he wouldn't notice because he was occupied with something. He noticed every single glance of yours. And he also hates how you drown yourself into work when it's not even your work. You're so immersed into helping other people, that you forget to take care for yourself.

,,Your levelheadedness gives one the impression that you'd be capable of having an organised life, but your not even reserving some time for you in your own damn life."

,,I am organised!" you exclaim.

He rolls his eyes. ,,Your gonna focus on that part and ignore the other stuff? Because it was true and you don't want to admit it?"

,,I don't know why my personal life should be your concern." You absolutely don't like to be confronted with how you live your life.

,,Just saying. I don't wanna pay money for study session when the tutor keeps coming late."

Jungkooks sudden offensive words infuriates you. ,,It won't happen again," you snap and grab your bag to rush out of the library.

It happened when you met Jungkook at your third meeting. (Jungkook apologised through a text message the same day he started that unnecessary fight with you and as long as he wasn't gonna come at you like that again you were fine with tutoring him.)

While you walk up to him - this time not having to rush - he notices you before you had to announce your appearance. A polite smile graces your lips while he watches you walk over to him.

,,Did you do the few tasks that I wanted you to do last time?" you ask while sliding onto your usual chair. Perhaps a little hesitance lingers in your voice, because you're still a bit awkward after that little fight you had with Jungkook. But Jungkook seems like he had already forgotten what happened and acted all natural. That soothes you a little.

Jungkook hums, eyes flickering to your cute outfit that you're wearing. Some tight fitted t-shirt - Jungkook loves the way your boobs look in it - and a regular pair of skinny jeans - Jungkook would love to see your ass in it. In conclusion; Jungkook finds you hot. ,,Yeah, I have, but there's something more important," he answers.

,,What is it?" You don't look at him, too caught up in finding your notes in your bag, but still curious as to what he is about to say.

,,I have an assignment due today and it's not finished yet."

You sigh and glance at him. ,,How far are you?"

,,I just named the google doc."

You cock a brow up. He has to be shitting you. You take another deep breath, calming your senses. ,,How much time is left?"

,,Like 3 hours?"

You're well aware of the fact that these tutor lesson do not mean that you're gonna help them doing their homework. But this idiot was really something else. You could make an exception for him, right? And by the way his eyes are looking so intently into yours you can tell that he's hoping for the same thing. ,,You know that I'm not here to do your homework with you, right?"

,,I know, but I really forgot that I had to hand it in today," he clarifies. He really did. Jungkook is glad that you were here to - hopefully - help him.

,,Okay, we can do this. Yeah, just" - you sway your hand in fast motions to gesture him to turn his laptop around - ,,Let me see what you have to write about. You're gonna hand it in on time, we just have to be quick."

,,Sit next to me," he suggests and moves the chair next to him back. You don't even think about the proximity that you're gonna have by sitting next to Jungkook, the only thing that's on your mind is to finish that essay with him.

So when you sit next to him and you're literally able to smell his intoxicating scent, a thick layer of fog loops around your mind, reminding you of your mixed emotions that you felt towards Jungkook - even though the most prominent one was the indisputable enthrallment that drew you to him.

Throughout the whole event of writing Jungkooks essay as fast as possible there is a strong tension going on between the two of you. First you misinterpreted it, thinking that the heavy air is the outcome of the little quarrel that you had. Then you thought he might be in distress because he's afraid of not being able to finish his work on time, but you quickly throw that thought away. If he would be that worried he would've started sooner with it.

You only come to the right solution when Jungkook and you stare at each other and both of you are not able to look back. The reason why the strong tension dwelled in the air are the two of you. You both are responsible for the sizzling and electrifying environment that you're in.

You're the first one to withdraw your eyes from his warm orbs, looking back at the table and being greeted with the sight of his fingers laying on yours. Oh. That's why you looked at Jungkook in the first place. You both wanted to grab the book and ended up in this situation.

You pull your hand from under his bigger one. Your cheeks are probably flushed now, but you can't force the embarrassment back. The gap between your chairs was somehow also non-existent anymore. At some point either Jungkook or you moved closer to the other one. ,,You can have it," you say, chin pointing at the book. You can feel Jungkook's burning stare from the side, but you can't look at him now. What you don't anticipate is his hand reaching down to your thigh instead of grabbing the book.

,,I have an idea," Jungkook whispers, ignoring the book completely. His deep voice triggers goose bumps all over you.

,,What is it?" You slowly dart you gaze back to him.

,,Would you let me fuck you in exchange of free study lessons?"

,,W-what?"

,,Y'know, we hook up and I get free lessons?" Okay, but that was really not what you expected when you agreed on being his tutor. But you can't deny that his questions thrills you and you actually start to ponder about it. Was there anything that could go wrong if you'd agree to fuck Jeon Jungkook? You can't come up with something, so you look into his eyes, determination set in you.

When Jungkook observes your features he knows that he got you; you would agree to the arrangement that Jungkook offered. He smirks. ,,I see, the thought of hooking up with me caught your interest, huh?" Jungkook teases. Of course he'd never loose his arrogant attitude. Asshole...really hot asshole.

,,And what benefit would I get from that? I don't have a lot of spare time anyway, so why should I give you free tutoring lessons?"

,,When was the last time you got dick?"

,,Huh?" You cheeks flush instantly. Maybe you shouldn't have asked...You relent when he doesn't stop staring at you with his brow darted up. ,,Uhmm" - you ponder about his question for a long second - ,,More than half a year?" you answer in a meek voice.

,,Oh fuck."

,,Just because you get some everyday doesn't mean that half a year is a long time," you roll your eyes.

,,No, I didn't...It was..," Jungkook trails off. He only cursed because the thought of splitting your tight little pussy open hit him. But he couldn't tell you that. ,,Just- Look, you constantly have work to do, so I think spending some time occupying yourself with something else than helping others would actually help you. And I just kinda need the money that I'm spending for this study lessons, because I'm broke...So are you up for it?"

Jungkook was broke? And despite that he still wanted the tutor lessons? You could already tell that Jungkook was mostly lost in your first session - he wasn't dumb though. It was probably because he never listened in any classes which resulted in him not knowing what was going on in any of them. Nevertheless, Jungkook is a quick learner.

,,And you don't only want this for free because I keep coming late, do you?"

,,Nah, definitely not cause of that. Just a few minutes that I had to wait for your beautiful face to show up."

Your face crimsons. ,,I mean...I could like pay-pay you back for that? Maybe with..." Your eyes shoot to his groin before settling back to to his warm orbs.

,,Are you offering me a blowjob?"

,,I mean...uh, yes?" His candid words make you feel insecure again, despite what you literally just offered him. You fidget with your fingers before huffing. ,,Why do you always have to be so direct?" Jungkooks blunt nature was making you really nervous.

,,Why? You don't like it? You don't want to hear how badly I wanna have your innocent lips wrapped around my cock?" Oh God. How did everything escalate so quickly? But you couldn’t deny the fact that you panties were dampening. Thank God that you both had finished the essay already. You hastily grab your phone from the table.

,,Your or my place? Or do you have an exhibitionism kink?" While typing on your phone you quickly shoot him a look that says something along the lines off 'You think so?' to which he responds with a chuckle.

,,I'm just gonna cancel my roommate. We were supposed to go to the cinema today with some of her friends, but...I changed my mind." Jungkook smiles at that. Finally you found him good enough that you didn't turn him - but your friend down. He's not sure why, but it felt good to know that he was currently placed high in your priority list.

,,Let's go to my place," you announce while standing up. Jungkook grins, relishing in the fact that you're hurriedly packing your things because you can't wait to get his dick between your lips.

You didn't think that you could end up in a situation like that. Feeling giddiness manifesting as you think about all the things that you could to with Jungkook once you're both at your place.

That tingly sensation that you felt in your stomach a few days ago made an appearance again. This time it felt more like some little caterpillars in your stomach, creating tingles inside you as they get ready to transform into butterflies.

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,,Look at your small mouth wrapped around my big cock."

You're currently occupied with bobbing your head up and down Jungkook length, taking him as far as you can without gagging around him.

The rousing heat that lodged between the two of you never slackened when the two of you went to your place as quick as possible. Frankly, it did the quite opposite.

That's how you ended up so quickly on your knees as soon as you both got inside your room and Jungkook sat down on your bed. You didn't hesitate a second before dropping down on the carpet between his legs and watching him discard his pants and boxers with hungry eyes.

,,Can you take more? Hm?" Jungkook combs his fingers though your hair, the soft gesture sending shivers down your spine. You try to get more of him inside you throat, gagging when you reached your limit. You've never had someone that was as big as Jungkook - his size made your eyes nearly fall off because he is so massive - so it was no surprise for you that you weren't able to take all of him. The sounds you made while chocking on his cock spurred Jungkook even more on.

,,You're too big," you answer after pulling off, hand jacking him off in fast motions. Some strands fall onto your face as you slightly lean away, but Jungkook is quick to hold them back with his hand, creating a makeshift ponytail.

He grins down at you, enjoying to have the pleasure of seeing you in such a submissive state. ,,Too big for your little mouth, huh?" he coos, but his actions are quite the opposite from his tone when he suddenly puts pressure on your head and forces you back onto his cock. You take him willingly, opening your mouth and taking him as far as you're capable of. He holds you there, not allowing you to start bobbing your head. When you start swirling your tongue and swallow around him Jungkook throws his head back, the pleasure that you give him feeling excruciatingly good. ,,Where'd you learn to suck dick so well?" he asks through gritted teeth.

Your eyes start tearing up and soon he tugs at your hair. With a strangled moan you pop his length out of your mouth, panting heavily. Jungkook watches the graphic scene in front of him; tears brimming in your eyes, your mouth swollen from your sucking and a string of saliva connecting your full lips to his hard cock.

He already found you hot, but now you just became a thousand times more attractive in his eyes. Jungkook didn't know that you'd be up for such a messy blowjob, but the fact that your pure and innocent being had such a dirty side was doing something to him.

You duck down again, holding his cock up with your little hand and peppering kisses over his length. Then you start swirling your tongue over his sensitive tip, causing him to breath loudly through his nose. You start sucking and licking his tip while your hand picks up its movements again.

,,Fuck, feels so good, babe," he curses and perhaps if you wouldn't be sucking his dick you would have flushed at the pet name, but you're literally giving him head right now so there isn't much left for you to feel embarrassed about. You moan around his cock, making him hiss. ,,You like that pet name? Hm?"

You pop his cock out of your mouth. ,,Yeah," you mutter, ogling the way his brows are scrunched in rapture.

,,Come here," he says and grabs your arm. You hastily comply, getting up and straddling his lap.

You don't expect him to kiss you as soon as the proximity between your faces is close, but he does and you feel like you've never kissed anyone like that before. The languid movements quickly turn into a sloppy mess, consisting of lots of tongue and sharing saliva but you're just as eager to feel everything from Jungkook as he is. You moan into the kiss when he starts groping your ass through your jeans with both of his hands. The grinding on his hips come naturally when you feel your core getting wetter and wetter by the touch of his hands.

,,Get these pants off," he tells you after retracting from the kiss.

You stand up, discarding the tight pants and jumping on his lap once you threw it away somewhere. Now that there isn't much of a barrier left between his cock and your aching core - only your flimsy panties - the longing to finally feel his dick buried inside of you gets almost agonising. That's why you start grinding your hips on his groin again, relishing the feel of his hard member sliding against your clothed heat.

,,Shy girl is so turned on, isn't she?" God, yes. You weren't turned on like this for such a long time.

When you feel his finger pushing you panty to the side and starting to slide it through your folds you squirm above him. Jungkook watches how you whole expression switches into pure pleasure and he didn't even start touching the most sensitive parts yet. Jungkook starts toying with your swollen clit that ached to get attention. ,,Oh," you squeak and close your eyes. Your hands that are wrapped around his shoulders wander to tug at his hair on the nape of his neck.

,,Fuck, you're so responsive," he utters and doesn't stop drawing circles on your clit. Two fingers slide down to your hole, his thumb still flicking on your bundle of nerves while he slowly plunges his fingers in. You're tight. You're so fucking tight. Jungkook has to gulp. He zests in the way your walls make room for his fingers and asks himself how your little pussy is going to take his cock later on, but he has a feeling that your gonna take cock as good as you give head.

You whimper when his fingers are as deep as they can go. ,,Want me to make you cum?" You open your eyes and are met with his brown orbs already staring back at you.

,,Uh-huh," you nod. He doesn't wait any longer. Jungkook picks ups a steady rhythm with his fingers, his thumb never stopping the circling on your clit. He crooks his fingers, finding that sweet spot of yours that makes you cling onto him, pressing your body against his. The slick sounds of your pussy getting fucked by his fingers tinkles in your room. Jungkook movements are rapid, eager to make you come undone before he's going to fuck you brainless.

The consequence to your receptivity is that you reach your high pretty quickly. You're not entirely sure if it's really because it had been a long time since someone else than you had gotten you off or if it was due to Jungkooks skilled fingers that found all the right spots inside of you. ,,Jungkook!" You squirm on top of him, head resting on his shoulders and clinging onto him with dear life. You need a few seconds to calm down from that high.

,,You made such a mess on my fingers," Jungkook comments when he withdraws them from your quivering hole. You lean back, watching how he stares at his fingers that are covered in your arousal. You bite your lip. That was a lot. His digits are practically shining. Jungkook suddenly wraps his lips around his fingers, cleaning them with his mouth. Oh fuck. That looks so hot. ,,Taste so sweet." You smile coyly at his compliment. Once he's done with cleaning his fingers, he pulls your shirt over your head, making quick work in getting your bra off too before throwing them both away. ,,Shit, look at these tits."

He stares at them with amazed eyes, instantly groping your flesh. After squeezing, rolling your nipples between his fingers and teasingly tugging at your them, he leans down to flick his warm tongue against your hardened bud. You moan, fingers cascading through his hair as he gives your breasts attention. ,,How do you want it?" Jungkook asks after sucking on your bud, leaning to your other boob to give it the same recognition.

,,Uh, I don't know...," you mumble, the unexpected question making you feel jittery.

,,Any preference?" he mutters against your flesh.

When you feel the fan of his breath against your sensitive nipple you take a shaky breath before answering. ,,I like it rough...," you admit.

As if on cue Jungkook suddenly holds your by the hips and pushes you on the bed, your back landing on the soft duvets. You squeal at the sudden movement. Jungkook tugs your panties down and spreads your legs to make room for himself. He sits back on his heels, tugging his shirt from his body in a swift motion. Oh wow. His abs.

Then he comes down again, aiming for your neck and places wet kisses over your skin. He nibbles on your skin, gently sucking at it. You sigh in contentment. His mouth feels so good. You graze your hands over his chest, your fingers sliding over his abs. But then he abruptly stiffens above you.

,,Fuck, please tell me you have condoms," he says after retracting from your neck. You think you have never seen him that desperate before.

You chuckle at his expression. How fun would it be to say that your have none? But his expression tells you enough to know that he isn't up for teasing right now, because he's genuinely concerned that he's not goonna be able to fuck you.

,,I have some in my nightstand," you answer, watching how his whole face lights up in relief. Jungkook bends over to your nightstand, his shoulder coming very close to your face. You wrap one arm around his neck, skimming your digits over his skin till they stop at his shoulder. The sounds of his impatient hands rummaging through your drawer rings through the room.

,,You have a vibrator?!"

,,Huh?!"

Your head shoots to him. What was his hand doing in that drawer? Once you realise what's happening your whole being gets drenched in downright mortification.

,,Oh my God," he utters as he grabs a hold of your pink little vibrator and sits back on his heels.

,,Not that drawer you idiot!" you yell, clasping your hands on his body to get him away from your nightstand, but of course you have no chance against his weight. Jungkook looks at the vibrator completely astonished while you're cheeks flush in a really dark shade. ,,Get your dirty fingers away from that, Jungkook."

He darts his eyes to you. ,,Am I the one with the vibrator or you? Who's the dirty one now, huh?" The desire to whip that stupid smirk on his face away is really strong.

,,Why would you open the second drawer before looking inside the first one? Why do you have to be like that?" you whine.

,,Well, it's your poor choice of finding a hiding spot for it," he retorts, that stupid thing still in his hand.

,,Just put it back and open the first drawer," you roll your eyes.

,,No, wait- can we please use it?" he asks, like a little kid trying to persuade his mum to buy him a toy.

,,No."

,,No?"

,,No."

,,But we could have so much fun with it," he tries to allure you.

,,We're not using a vibrator, Jungkook. Put it back."

,,Fine," he sulks, reaching for the drawer to put it back to its place.

Once he grabs the condom and wraps it around his member, he is finally where you long for him the most. Jungkook grazes his mushroom tip over your folds, spreading your arousal all over your pink pussy lips. He nudges your clit, causing you to arch your back at the sensitivity. ,,Please," you pant, eyes closing when he doesn't stop toying with your clit.

,,Want my cock? Hm?" You nod vigorously, but that's not enough for him. He lets go of his hold on his cock - making you shudder when the friction on your bundle of nerves is gone - and squishes your cheeks between his fingers. ,,Use your words." Jungkooks finger loosen their hold so you're able to talk properly.

,,Please fuck me."

,,Mhm, shy girl knows how to use her dirty words, huh?" he teases and you bite your lip in embarrassment. Jungkook coaxed words out of your mouth that you never said out loud before. His hand leaves your face and starts aligning his throbbing cock against your entrance. Jungkook slowly pushes in, his thick tip pushing your walls apart. He intently watches how his dick vanishes in your quivering hole, moaning once your warmth is swathed around his entire length. You whimper beneath him, his big member reaching spots that you didn't know of. ,,Look at this tight pussy taking my cock so well," he breathes, leaning down to kiss and suck on your neck while you adjust to his size.

,,I think you can move now," you say after a while, wrapping your legs around his body. You arch your back when he teasingly rolls his hips into you.

,,You think you can take this?" he asks and places kisses along your jaw. Before you could say anything he already bottomed out and snapped his hips back again, the sharp thrust jolting your body up but Jungkook is quick to hold you down by your waist. You moan loud, his cock stretching you so deliciously.

Jungkook doesn't stop once he started thrusting his length in fast motions inside your greedy warmth. Your walls clench around him in a desperate attempt to keep his throbbing cock inside of you.

,,Fuck, you're squeezing me so hard." Jungkook peers down, eyeing the heavenly sight of his dick vanishing inside your hole before bottoming out and seeing your arousal sticking to the condom. Your fingers claw on his biceps, creating little marks with your nails on his glowing skin. Jungkook nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, his loud breathing right next to your ear. His tones sound so sinful and hot, causing to shoot a new gush of arousal right down your core.

,,Feels so good," you mumble, eyes rolling back. The lush titillation that Jungkook provides, fosters the knot in you stomach to flourish in a rapid way, even though you came only minutes ago. Your words cause Jungkook to sit back on his heels, determined to make you feel even better. He grabs your calves, pushes them your legs to your upper body and practically bends you in half. His rattling tempo never slows down, only changing into harder thrusts. Jungkook brings both of your ankles on his shoulder and then leans down to capture your lips in a languid kiss.

The new position allows his cock to go deeper, creating pleasure in places where you've never felt anything like that before. 

When Jungkook withdraws from the kiss he gets mesmerised by the way your boobs jiggle in owing to his harsh jolts. You're a moaning mess beneath him, your body intoxicated by all the sensations that Jungkook is able to give you.

,,Who would have thought that you're so dirty in bed?" Jungkook asks as he palms your breast, kneading the flesh in his hand. You only mewl at his words, the pleasure overtaking everything of you. ,,Pretending to be shy and then wanting to get fucked like a dirty slut," he spits, pinching your nipple.

And when Jungkook suddenly start fondling with your little clit, there are no coherent thoughts in your mind anymore. There's only Jungkook and his huge cock ramming inside you. ,,Fucking look at you- are you enjoying this? Enjoying being a little slut for me?"

,,Yes," you keen, eyebrows furrowed. ,,Yes, yes, yes!"

,,That's what I fucking thought." His thumb picks up on speed, the slippery sounds of your pussy mixing so well together with the sound of his skin slapping against yours. ,,Are you gonna cum for me?" You look into his orbs filled with lust -  your sight shimmery due to the tears that brimmed your eyes - and nod at his question. You were so close to finally fall from the edge and reach pure felicity. ,,Use your fucking words," Jungkook scolds you.

,,I- I'm close," you whimper, hands grazing over his back. He grunts, loving the way your nails scrape at his skin.

,,You're gonna cum all over my cock? Cream all over me?" You try to utter something like 'yes' but when that particular push of his hips hits you so deep, you're not able to say any intelligible word. At this point your a stuttering and whimpering mess under his athletic body, your mind fogged with clouds of pure appetency. Your legs shake uncontrollably and Jungkook lets them fall back on the bed again. He's fucking you through your high while your squirming beneath him, the pleasure overtaking all your limbs.

,,Fuck, that's it. That's it, babe," he praises, placing kisses on your collarbone. His thumb still flickers on your clit and you reach down to push his hand away, the friction on your clit too much for you to handle after your high.

You pull his head up to your face, pressing your lips against his. His soft lips feel like they're meant for you to kiss. Somehow kissing Jungkook felt oddly right. He moans into the kiss, his deep tones weirdly calming your senses. When the post-orgasm bliss gradually fades away, you notice the unsteady rhythm that Jungkook  fucks you with and you know that he's about to cum too.

,,Can I cum on your ass?" he asks, his eyes roaming over your features. Your fucked out state elicits the urge to cum so badly, but Jungkook  doesn't want to cum in this stupid condom.

,,Uh, sure," you answer and within a second he grabs your hips and turns your around, his cock slipping out of you in that procedure. Jungkook pulls you up by the waist and you steady yourself on your elbows, arching your back for him. You're not sure why Jungkook wants to cum on your ass and maybe you feel a tiny bit exposed to have him behind you without seeing him, but at this point you don't care anymore.

,,Shit, this ass looks so damn hot," he mutters through gritted teeth while jacking himself off. You tilt your head - staring at your headboard seemed quite boring while he finishes off behind you - and the sight that greets you makes you bite your lip.

Jungkooks eyes are focused on your ass, one hand kneading your flesh before spanking it. His other hand is tightly wrapped around his length, moving in rapid motions. He doesn't need long till he reaches his high too - the white spurts hitting your ass cheeks after a few seconds. Jungkook was on edge since you oh so innocently offered him a blowjob in the library.

His head falls back, a low moan leaving his mouth. Oh fuck. He looks so ethereal, like the most beautiful boy that only existed in your dreams. But he's right behind you - that boy that you secretly wished for is not in your dreams anymore, he's with you.

Jungkook slows his movements on his cock and soon he collapses next to you. Your elbows also yield in and you lay down on your belly, chin propped up on your forearm. You watch how his body moves due to his hard breathing, until he shifts and lays on his back. His eyes immediately catch your stare and a shy smile tugs at your lips.

,,I'm still lowkey sad that we didn't use your vibrator," he admits. That was definitely not what you expected to hear and definitely not what you wanted to be his first words after you both finished with what you just did. You mumble a 'Please be quiet' and close your eyes. That situation was already embarrassing enough, you don't want to talk about it now. ,,But like- that caught me so off guard. That doesn't fit in with the image I have in mind of you." His hand tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

,,And what did you think about me?" you ask, genuinely curious to what he is about to say.

,,Do you listen to Taylor Swift?" When you only give him a confused stare he explains himself. ,,I don't know, I kinda thought you would listen to someone like her. Y'know country music and stuff like that."

,,Wha- if you don't want me to write a ten pages essay about how Taylor's music is one of be best in the whole music industry, please shut your mouth," you answer offended.

,,Getting feisty? Do you want a second round?" he teases and nudges your arm with his hand.

,,Jungkook!" you chide. He chuckles, enjoying how easy it was to tease you and make your cute cheeks flush.

Suddenly you hear the door of your dorm opening and then closing again. You're immediately alarmed. ,,Put your clothes on!" you whisper in a firm tone, pushing him out of your bed.

He scrunches his eyebrows in confusion and your pushing caught him so off guard that you're actually able to make him fall out of bed.Thomb. ,,Ouch," he hisses. You don't even pay Jungkook attention as you get out of bed yourself - not falling ass first on the floor unlike someone else - and search for your clothes. Jungkook stands up and does the same, still not quite understanding why your roommate coming home means that you have to stop laying in bed naked.

,,Y/n!" Jia - your roommate - exclaims.

You already have your underwear on - not like Jungkook who's still occupied with getting his boxers on - and duck your head through a random shirt just as the door to your room opens.

,,I brought a burger and-" Jia stops in the middle of her sentence when she takes the current situation in. ,,You...," she trails off. Jia  looks at Jungkook - who is still shirtless - and then at you, hair a complete mess. Her eyes suspiciously linger a tiny bit longer on Jungkooks abs. ,,You cancelled me so you could hook up with him?" Her tone sounding accusatory.

You're speechless. How are you gonna tell her that you couldn't say no when Jungkook  offered that arrangement and then you kinda offered a blowjob and then you...ended up in this weird situation. You look at Jungkook , hoping that he maybe has something to say, but he doesn't indicate to say anything. ,,Uh-"

,,I taught you so well, Y/n," she suddenly beams. Oh? Your dumbfounded state makes her giggle. ,,I brought you some burger and fries. I'll put them on the counter. Sorry for interrupting!" And with that she's gone.

You feel Jungkooks stare on you, so you quickly explain your behaviour. ,,I just didn't want her to see... You know...We were naked...in bed."

,,There are duvets on your bed, did you know that?" he mocks and pulls his shirt on.

,,I know, but I don't want her to see us in bed."

,,You're an adult, y/n. Of course she knows that you have sex life." You nibble at your bottom lip. He's right, but you'd still get embarrassed of that regardless. ,,Fuck, why do I find it so hot when you get shy?" You look at him surprised. He chuckles when he retorts your expression. ,,I'll get going now, yeah?" Jungkook steps closer, petting the back of your head. You nod, mesmerised by his eyes. He smiles, leaning down to give your forehead a little kiss.

As you watch Jungkook leave the room you feel butterflies freely flying around in your stomach.

A few weeks pass. In those weeks Jungkook and you...fuck a lot - without your vibrator. Jungkook still reacts sulky every time he asks if you'd could use it though, doe eyes and pursed lips intently awaiting your answer. Nonetheless, you never changed your answer.

The study sessions weren't held in the library anymore, you both decided that your room was much more comfortable. Which was also a reason why you both neglected studying a bit because it seemed like when you both are alone inside a room you can't concentrate on the studies. Though you scolded Jungkook a lot of times - telling him to focus on what you're trying to teach him - your nagging didn't have an effect for a long time. Approximately 5 minutes after pretending like you both were able to ignore the burning desire you were all over each other again. You both just couldn't resist each other.

,,Fuck, you need to be on top way more often," Jungkook pants. You don't say anything to that, pushing his body down as you try to wiggle out of his hold he has on your hips, but he doesn't budge. ,,Let me hold you," he mutters and nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, hands wrapped around your back.

You try to control your breath, toying with the hair on the nape of his neck. ,,Why are you still hard?" you question after realising that his cock didn't soften despite cumming like two minutes ago.

,,Do you realise how good your tits look when you're on top?"

,,I'm not up for a third round," you say drained and ignore his compliment. You already felt exhausted after the first time. He grumbles something against your neck. ,,Jungkook, we had two rounds already," you remind him. He says something like 'want more of you' but stills relents and lays you down on the bed beside him. You close your eyes and feel Jungkooks fingers tracing over your ribcage. 

The past weeks were surprisingly pretty chilly and calm, despite having spent so much time with Jungkook. Jungkook gave you a reason to really let yourself take a breath. Slow your pace, slow your rhythm and finally slow down your excessive need in burying yourself under so much work. You are a work alcoholic, never learned to take a break from your duties. You know you need to suspend from your proceedings sometimes, buy you just couldn't. Not until you met Jungkook. He showed you how to live normal again.

,,Do you want to come to the frat party with me?" he asks after a while. Jungkook's voice is soft, finding a way to wrap itself around your heart. It doesn't need to search for your heart tough. Jungkook was already embedded in there, whether you like it or not.

,,Parties are not really my scene, you know that."

,,Well, studying wasn't mine either and look were I am now."

You roll your eyes. ,,I just don't fit in there. I don't even know anyone there."

,,I could introduce you to some people," he offers.

,,No, it's fine. I already went there a couple of times when I started my first year here, but...I don't know. Most of the people here are just different than me and no matter how much I  tried to make myself fit in it just didn't work...I tried to be nice to them and kinda...you know, give them my love but there was always nothing in return."

,,I see, that's why you only have nerdy friends?" his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. You only roll your eyes at his comment. It wasn't even like you would call these people actual riends. ,,Namjoon's practically always up your ass," Jungkook says.

You giggle. ,,That's no true."

,,Yeah, think whatever you want," he retorts, a small smile on his lips. He withdraws his hand from your body and gets up to gather his clothes. A questions lingers in your mind. Something that you already wanted to ask him so many times, but always backed away because you were took afraid of the outcome.

You slip under the covers when your naked body started to freeze due to the lack of his warm body next to yours. When you watch him put on his last piece of clothes - his abs vanishing behind his white shirt - you can't prevent yourself from asking. You just don't want Jungkook to go now. ,,Do you want to stay over?"

Your questions hangs heavy in the air. Jungkook's body stiffens while he waa occupied with putting his laptop back into his bag. He turns around to face you. Jungkook never stayed over before. He always left after you both were done. But after a while you secretly wished that he would stay with you.

You had slipped under the covers to warm you up, but somehow your body only gets colder.

He looks at you and you look at him. The expression on his face is unreadable, but you can't back away now. The air that once had that ecstatic and giddy feeling whirling around the room was no longer there anymore. You had ruined it with your intrusive behaviour. ,,You know that this whole arrangement is only fucking right?" His face representing nothing but coldness.

,,Y-yeah, of course I do." You gulp.

,,Good." Jungkook grabs his bag, scooping it up his shoulder. ,,I'm gonna head to the frat party to have some fun," he announces. ,,See you." He doesn't spare you another glance. Pure hurt buzzes through your body.

This time you watch him leave with a hollow feeling inside you.

You had started to like Jungkook. From the very beginning you felt some attraction towards him, but after being so close and intimate there was no way that you could stop your heart from beating faster every time his warm eyes looked at you.

A few hours pass. You don't do much. You occupy yourself with your phone to try to escape the reality, to forget in what kind of misery you brought to yourself. But then you make the mistake of checking Instagram after watching several YouTube videos.

It's Jungkook Instagram Story. First it's a picture of a random blonde girl that you don't know, a red cup with alcohol in her hand and the background full of people. The next is a video, the camera is pointed at a wall but then it turns around, showing Jungkook and that blonde girl heavily making out. The girl giggles after Jungkook palmed her breast with his other hand. There are more Storys that he posted, but you close your phone instead of watching them. There are already enough tears that started running down your cheek.

You aren't sure if this was the first time that Jungkook did something with another girl while your arrangement thing was going on or if he was hooking up with other girls for the whole time. You never really talked about it and you also never dared to ask. You were too scared of his answer. Jungkook wasn't yours. He could do whatever he wanted to do, but you just had this little feeling inside you that he somehow also shared your feelings. That his heart also started beating faster when he saw you looking at him. But apparently you were wrong with that assumption.

Why did it ever cross your mind that you both could somehow be compatible? It was ridiculous how you could trick yourself into a chimaera just because you were always hopelessly aiming for a secretly desired wish. So there was no surprise that your aspiration to get Jungkook like you back - really, just a tiny little bit that you wanted him to like you back - was immediately crushed. You couldn't pretend like it didn't hurt.

You put your phone away and close your lights. You try to sleep but instead you lie awake, wondering what the hell you're doing wrong.

The next day your not walking around campus like you have a specific destination in mind. Your walk is slow and you don't even care if you would come late to class. You're tired. So tired of everything.

You have a lot of time to think while you're sauntering in the hallway. And when you think back about the whole situation with Jungkook, you come to a realisation. The butterflies in your stomach are dead. His rejection burned down their silly hope for love.

Jungkook hurt you, but at least he proved you right in one matter; you'd never be enough for anyone.

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