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Void - Part 7.5 - Jungkook Interlude (M)

title banner by @rude–jude♡

Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

Word Count: 3.7k

Part 7.5 / ?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Warnings: explicit sexual content, poorly negotiated kink, switch!Jungkook (but mostly sub!Jungkook), some slut shaming that goes both ways, slightly dubious consent in the very beginning because she is asleep

Author's Note: So this was originally intended to be the opening scene of Chapter 8, but then it got so long and smutty that I thought it would work better as a short stand-alone update. But be warned that it is significantly shorter than my typical Void chapters and Jungkook is the only member we see. I hope you enjoy it!

Crickets chirp and a soft breeze rustles through the grass when something brushes against your cheek. You twist away, rolling over in your sleeping bag. The sounds of a summer night back home fill your ears, just enough to drown out the mechanical noises of the ship. Again, something touches your cheek, running down the side of your face and caressing along your jawbone. You scrunch up your face in annoyance and hear a soft chuckle.

It’s a hand caressing your face, more insistent now. A finger traces around your ear, then glides down your cheek and across your lip. Your lips tickle and when you lick them, your tongue brushes across the rough pad of a large thumb.

You open your eyes to find your youngest crew member floating in front of you in the darkness, illuminated by a sliver of light from the hall, his dark hair fanning out slightly in the zero-g.

“Jungkook?” you mumble, rubbing your eyes. “What is it?” He’s dressed in his sleep clothes: a plain white t-shirt with grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. He smiles as he cups your jaw and tilts your face up to look at him.

“It’s Tuesday,” he whispers. You open your mouth to object about the ungodly hour, but he takes the opportunity to pop his thumb right between your lips. You suck on it automatically, too tired to entirely process what is happening right now.

He chuckles again, pulling himself closer to you. Saliva pools in your mouth as you taste his skin. His body heat is warm enough to reach you even through your sleeping bag. He leans in and places a soft kiss right below your ear, sending shivers up and down your spine. “That’s it,” he whispers in your ear. A surge of arousal courses through you as he pulls himself flush against you.

You gasp as he pulls his thumb from between your lips and drags a wet line over your jaw and down your neck. His hand is warm. “What time is it?” you ask.

He stares at your lower lip, pulling it down just slightly with his thumb. “Almost six,” he answers. Then he kisses you.

Jungkook kisses you like he’s trying to breathe you in, like all the air was sucked from his lungs and you are his oxygen. It’s intoxicating, makes you feel light-headed. He inhales you so deeply, he steals your breath from you.

With the gravity off, your feet float in the air. But Jungkook’s own gravitational field seems to be bringing him closer and closer to you. His whole body presses along you as he wraps you in his arms.

The sleep pod is still dark. All you hear is his deep breathing and then, the unzipping of your sleeping bag. With one arm wrapped around your waist, Jungkook’s other hand begins sneaking its way into the open zipper. His fingers brush across your bare stomach.

“Where is your shirt?” he teases. In the haze of sleep and drunk off his kisses, you can’t remember. Where is your shirt? Where are your pants? Jungkook’s fingers reach your bare thigh. “No pants either…” He laughs softly.

“Oh shit.” Your stomach lurches as you realize where you left your shirt. “Wait.” You break away from Jungkook to catch your breath. “My shirt…”

“You remember now?” Jungkook laughs, pulling a small white bundle out of the pocket of his pants. “You left it hanging over the kitchen camera.”

Your ears burn as you snatch your shirt from his hands. “Sorry,” you mutter.

“Quite a scandalous thing to do, leaving your clothing strewn all over the ship.” Jungkook licks his lips. “Sends quite the message to everyone.”

Your heart skips a beat. The throbbing sensation that rushes through you is a confusing mix of guilt, arousal, and embarrassment all at once. “I didn’t…”

“Didn’t what?” Jungkook asks, pulling himself closer again, arms wrapping around your waist. “Didn’t ask me to fuck you?”

No… you definitely did that.

His hands are back inside your sleeping bag. “Didn’t strip your clothes off and spread your legs right in front of my ramen?”

Nope, did that too.

“Didn’t beg Jin to fuck you on the kitchen table?” He starts massaging the groove where your thighs meet your ass. “Didn’t demand that Yoongi and I stay to watch?”

Everything is too warm and there is a slight ringing in your ears. “Yeah, I did, but… but I’m not…”

“Not what? Not a dirty girl who wants to fuck her whole crew?”

You shake your head, but he continues.

“C’mon…” he urges as his fingers breach inside your underwear. “Tell me what a slut you are.”

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” You roar, pushing him off you so hard he smacks into the door behind him, the zero-g making your repulsion of him appear that much more forceful. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

His eyes are wide with shock as he holds on to the door, staying as far out of your personal space as possible. “I, uh…”

“You cannot speak to me like that! You have no right! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He pants, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean-”

“I’m not your personal…” You wave your hands trying to choose the right word. Not his personal slut. Not his whore. Not his sex slave. You can’t bear to say any of them outloud. Can’t bear that it would need to be said out loud. “I’m not here for you to just do whatever you want with! I outrank you! And I was sleeping! What the fuck?”

“Shit. I’m sorry. I know that. Shit.” His eyes turn shiny as they begin to water. “But Yoongi…”

Rage rolls through you. “Don’t you dare fucking talk to me about Yoongi. He would never. He would never treat me like that. Ever.”

Jungkook straightens his shoulders. “Hold on, now what are you talking about? Cause I saw the video. I didn’t say anything to you that he didn’t.”

And then Namjoon’s voice is in your in-ear. “Gravity powering on in three.”

You and Jungkook stare at each other, breathing heavily as Namjoon counts down. The main overhead lights click on, illuminating the sleep pod in faux daylight. You wrestle your shirt over your head and climb out of your sleeping bag, grabbing your jumpsuit and pulling it up over your bare legs. By the time the countdown is over, you are fully dressed.

The gravity kicks in and Jungkook slides down the wall to the floor. “Fuck,” he sighs. “I’m really sorry.” He rubs his eyes with his hands. “I thought you’d be into it.” He swallows, before looking up at you again.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t.” You cross your arms, trying to quiet down the little part of you that wants to admit that actually you were into it, until suddenly you weren’t.

Jungkook groans, looking pained. “I’m so sorry.”

You’re unsure what to say. You want to say it’s okay, except it isn’t okay. But you feel much more in control and much less vulnerable now that you’re fully clothed and he’s on the floor. You sigh and hug your arms around yourself.

He stands up and brushes himself off. “I’ll go.” He turns and puts a hand on the door. Without looking at you, he adds “I understand if you want to rescind the HR form.” His shoulders slump and he looks so defeated.

It reminds you of how you found him slumped over his helmet in the airlock.

“Jungkook, wait.”

He looks back over his shoulder, eyebrows raised.

“Can we just talk for a second?”

He nods, turning back around, hands up.

“Why do you keep doing things like this?” you ask.

His brow furrows. “Things like what?”

“All these grand unexpected gestures. Trying to kiss me in the airlock and now sneaking into my sleep pod. Why do you keep assuming you know what I want? Why don’t you ask me rather than ambush me?”

He tilts his head to the side skeptically. “You would just… tell me?”

You can’t help laughing a little. He looks like a confused puppy dog. “Well, yeah…” You lean against the far wall of your sleep pod.

“No, no, no…” he shakes his head. “Don’t pretend you’ve been all straight-forward and easy to understand about this. I confessed my feelings for you and you had a panic attack. You asked me to have sex with you in the kitchen, then ran off and had sex with Jin instead.”

You cross your arms. “I had a panic attack because something I thought was private had been shared with my whole crew.”

“The video…” he grimaces. “And I just threw that in your face again…” He closes his eyes and pinches his brow with his hand. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing. You’re just so hot and I …”

“What? You think I’m hot?”

Now he laughs. “Yes, of course, what do you think I’m trying to do here?”

“No, I mean, I know you want to fuck me. But that’s not the same thing.”

“I think you’re beautiful. And hot. And I do want you. But I also think I’m in love with you.”

You are surprised and confused that his feelings seem to be the same that they were weeks ago in the airlock.

“I know you think that’s ridiculous,” he mutters.

“Well…” you stumble over your words, unsure what to say next. “Well, it’s just that you were never interested in me on Earth. So this all seems a bit sudden.”

“You do know it’s been two years since we left Earth right?”

“What’s your point?”

“That it’s not that sudden.”

You frown. He has a point.

“Wait…” he says, staring off into space as he has a revelation. “Were you into me on Earth?”

“Well…” You cough nervously. “I mean… look at you. Have you ever met anyone who didn’t want to jump you immediately?”

“Yes!” Jungkook objects. “You, for instance.”

“Oh no…” you laugh nervously. “I’ve always thought you were hot. I had quite the crush on you our first few months on board.”

“What?! You did?” Jungkook presses his hands to his temples like he’s trying to keep all his thoughts inside his head. “But you never… we could have... why didn’t you say something?”

“I wasn't supposed to be interested in you! I wasn't supposed to be interested in any of you! I’m still not supposed to be doing any of this!”

Jungkook stares wide-eyed at the floor, trying to process everything.

Looking to break the tension you add, “and plus you did eat the last of my chocolate. Not sure I can forgive you for that.”

Jungkook looks shocked, then laughs slightly in relief before collapsing to his knees in mock penance. “I thought it was communal!” he whines. “It was in the pantry. Why would you put it in the pantry?”

“Cause that’s where we keep the food, you idiot!”

The two of you stare at each other again but this time the anger evaporates. You both burst into laughter, you leaning back against the wall of the sleep pod to keep yourself upright, him on his knees in front of you.

As your laughter subsides, his eyes transition from crinkled with laughter to more serious, tinged with a bit of longing. “Would it be okay if I kissed you again?” he asked. “Just once?”

“Just once?” You put a finger to your lips, making a big show of thinking it over, enjoying the shift in the power dynamic. “If I let you kiss me like that again, I don’t think I’d be able to stop at just once.”

He bounces slightly on his heels. “So can I kiss you again many times?”

“No…” you tease. “Not yet.”

“Please…” He clasps his hands together dramatically in front of his chest. “Please tell me what I need to do to kiss you again.”

A mischievous idea runs through your brain as he kneels in front of you. “You want me to tell you what to do?” His pupils dilate. “Do you want instructions?”

He licks his lips, nods.

A new thrill surges through you. Arousal, but without the usual accompanying embarrassment and guilt. Power floods through you. Power to do what you really want to do in this moment.

“Okay. Take off your shirt.”

He grabs the hem of his shirt, standing up as he goes to pull it over his head.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you correct, pointing your finger down at the ground. “Stay there.”

He kneels right back down and excitement rushes up from your belly again.

“Oh you’re mean,” he whines, but he stays put.

“Maybe you like that I’m a little mean,” you tease.

His face breaks into a wide shocked grin. “Maybe I do,” he admits as he tosses his shirt to the side.

You whistle long and low as you take in the glory of him laid out in front of you. Lean, strong, his perfect six-pack abs tapering down to his thin waist. “See?” you tease. “How could anyone resist that?”

He groans, hands sliding up and down his thighs. “God, I want you so badly,” he mumbles. “Ever since I saw that video, it’s all I can think about.”

“Ah yes, the video…” An idea strikes you. “where I’m naked and blindfolded and you can watch me touch myself.” He squirms in his kneeling position on the floor. Goosebumps spread over his bare chest. “That video?”

He nods, large eyes staring up at you unblinking.

“And what if that’s what I want from you.”

His eyes get impossibly wider. “You mean, I’m the one who's naked and blindfolded?”

You nod. “And I can watch you touch yourself.”

“Yeah, okay.” He nods back. “Do you have a blindfold?”

You look around your pod, but don’t find much. “Close your eyes,” you say and he does so. With his eyes closed, you unzip your jumpsuit and take off your tank top again, leaving you in your bra and panties once more, but much less vulnerable.

You roll the shirt into a tube shape before stepping close to him. He radiates heat as you wrap the shirt around his head, pulling the hem through the armholes to cinch it tight around his eyes.

He inhales, licks his lips. “It smells like you. Smells good.” He reaches out his arms to touch you, but you jump out of his way.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you tease again. “No touching.”

He pouts. “I can’t touch you at all?”

“Only if you’re good for me.” Your heart races with exuberance as he nods again, so eager to do what you ask of him.

“So now you want me to…” His hand slides down over the front of his soft sleep pants, resting over the bulge underneath, already more prominent than it was moments ago.

“Touch yourself.” Your voice comes out all breathless as you say it.

“Over the pants or under them?” he asks. You smile at how badly he wants to be told exactly what to do.

“Over them,” you instruct. “Slowly.” You lean back to enjoy the view.

His breath comes in shallow pants as he grips himself through the grey cloth of his sweatpants. You can see his whole cock now, sheathed in grey. He wraps his hand around it, so you can see the entire length of it. His thumb rubs slowly up and down right below the head. The small wet spot that appears at the tip makes your mouth water.

“Pull down your pants,” you command, unable to disguise your enthusiasm. “I want to see you.”

He pulls them down just far enough for him to be able to free his cock. He has no underwear on, just the sleep pants.

“No underwear?” you ask and he nods. “Now who’s the slut?” you tease.

He groans as a spurt of pre-cum trails from the tip of his dick.

You grin. “You really do like it when I’m mean to you, huh?”

He chuckles. “I really do. More than expected. Keep going.”

“Mmm…” You would really like to slip your fingers into your underwear, but you resist, wanting to keep your wits about you as best you can. “Should I tell you about all the other men I fucked on this ship before you?”

“Oh god…” He pants as he rubs the palm of his hand over his dick, smearing the precum across the head.

“Let’s see…” you continue. “You already know about the video. But you probably don’t know I blew Yoongi in the greenhouse.”

“You did?” He grips himself again and begins stroking up and down.

“Mmhmm,” you answer, smiling fondly at the memory. “It was so good he cried.”

Jungkook groans again, stroking slowly up and down his length.

“Would you like that?” you tease. “Would you like my mouth on your cock right now?”

“Please…” he begs.

“Maybe next time,” you say. The noise of combined frustration and arousal that leaves him makes you pulse with your own want. “It’s too bad. Jimin says I have a very talented mouth.”

He grunts, hand speeding up slightly.

“Slowly, slowly,” you chastise and he whines, but obeys, slowing his pace. “And of course, I fucked Jimin right here. Several times.”

“Mmm…” Every time he strokes himself the muscles in his forearm tense and it does something to you. “I could hear you,” he says.

“Could you?” You step closer to him, so you’re looking down on him. “Did you like listening to me fucking him? Did you get off on it?”

He whines and shakes his head, seemingly embarrassed.

“It’s okay if you did. I fantasized about it, you know.” You lean over him to say this right near his ear. “With him inside me. I hoped you were listening in. I hoped you were getting off to the sound of us.”

He bites his lip, unoccupied hand clenching at his side.

“Did you touch yourself to the idea of me fucking someone else?”

“Mmph…” his hands are trembling and he nods ever so slightly.

“What a pervert,” you tease.

He gasps, letting go of himself entirely. His erection stays straight up, rock hard and desperate. “God, I want you so badly. I’m so close. Could you please touch me? Just a little? Just a finger? Please?”

The way he begs sets your whole soul on fire. “What if I wanted you to fuck me?”

His hips thrust upward on their own and he whines again.

You need him inside you. To watch him fully come undone. “Will you fuck me Jungkook? Please?”

Pleas spill from his lips. “Oh god, please, yes please...” His hands reach out, searching for you.

You straddle him, feet on either side of his bent knees. You pick up his hands and place them on either side of your hips. “Hands stay here the whole time,” you instruct. “If you move them, everything stops.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He nods vigorously.

You’re still wearing your underwear, but you slide the crotch of the panties to the side, just enough to expose your cunt. You place your hands on his shoulders and begin to ease yourself down toward his cock, ready and waiting.

“Wait, wait,” he says, gripping tightly to your hips and stopping your descent.

“What is it?”

He pants. “I’ve never been inside someone without a condom before.”

Your cunt pulses with enthusiasm. “Do you want to stop?”

“No, no,” he shakes his head fervently. “I just.. I might not last very long.”

“That’s okay,” you laugh, realizing this is the third time you’ve had this same conversation with these touch-starved men. “No one does.”

“Yeah, okay, please.”

You sink onto him slowly. His legs tremble as you make him feel every single inch. He’s long and rock hard and fills you so very very well.

“Goddamn,” you sigh, rocking back and forth to feel him stretch you out. “Even your dick is perfect.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” he grimaces. “So good. Shit.”

You squeeze tightly around him, delighting at the way he nearly doubles over in pleasure. You press your heels into the floor and ease yourself up and back down again. His hand squeeze tightly to your hips. You don’t want him to last. You want him to break.

You lean in close to his ear and whisper, “You can come inside me too.” You pair it with another firm squeeze around him.

He gasps and grits his teeth, hips bucking upward again.

You laugh, bouncing up and down again. “I don’t mean right this second…”

“Too late.” He groans, hands gripping tightly to your waist as his whole body tenses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moans as he pulses inside of you.

He collapses his head on your shoulder, panting. “I am so sorry I ate your chocolate.”

You laugh with delight, removing his blindfold and tousling his hair. He blinks, shaking his head. Then laughs. He cups your face in his hands and kisses you again. It still feels like he’s trying to breathe you in and it still leaves you breathless.

You both keep laughing and kissing as he slowly slips out of you. When you stand up, you are pleased to discover that it is his clothes that are a mess instead of yours.

“Can I please, please get you off?” he asks. “Anyway you want?”

“Sorry...” You glance at your watch. “I have work to do. This was fun though.” You use the discarded blindfold/tanktop to clean yourself up before slipping back into your jumpsuit. No one needs to know if you don’t happen to wear a shirt today.

He whines, but starts to clean himself up. “Will I see you later?”

“Probably,” you laugh. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

“Okay,” he tucks himself back into his pants. “I’ll see you later then.”

“See you later, Jungkook.” You give him one last kiss in the middle of his forehead, then step out into the hall, feeling in control for the first time in a long time.

______

Part 8 coming soon!

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anonymous930309 · 3 years ago

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Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

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anonymous930309 · 3 years ago

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kim seokjin fic rec list (Ⅰ)

here’s a list of my favourite seokjin fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed ♡

a- angst s- smut f- fluff ❣- ultimate favourite

Burn after reading by @triviafics a (spy au enemies to lovers au)

first love by @jjkpls f s a (dad jin mom reader)

View by @noteguk s (ceo jin lawyer reader) ❣

one more time by @ssscentral f a (heartbreak and pining) ❣

no diving by @softyoongiionly f s (boyfriend jin) ❣

once bitten, twice shy by @fantasybangtan f (doctor au)

can’t keep lying by @1rosex a (cheating au) ❣

Her by @googikoo s a (infidelity readers is his wife’s best friend) ❣

Cheater Begger by @kittaebrat a (boyfriend jin)

For the glory by @mingoyeob s

youthful by @namjoonchronicles f (domestic au dad jin)

29+1 by @taeescript f (ceo jin)

Midnight hour by @serenehwa s (relationship au)

So what by @joheunsaram f s (bratty oc) ❣

Picnic date by @lovelyjin22 f (idol au established relationship au)

Little Black Book: The One You Hate by @bluewhale52 s (strangers to lovers au friends with benefits au) ❣

In Need Of Orders by @lemonjoonah s (Kingsman AU)

My Tiny Secret by @personasintro s a (mistress au) ❣

One step by @cutechim f a (pediatrician jin single mom au)

Fixate Inc. by @untaemedqueen f s a (CEO jin secretary reader) ❣

How to lose a guy in 10 days by @tayegi s ft. Best friend Jungkook ❣

Satisfy by @suga-kookiemonster s (kim line x reader escorts au ceo au) ft. Taehyung and Namjoon ❣

Better with you by @ve1vetyoongi s a (fake dating au arranged marriage au) ❣

la douleur exquise by @junqkook s a (soulmate au unrequited love au ) ft. Yoongi ❣

tonight by @mimikookie f a (established relationship au)

Blurred Lines by @yoonia s (sexual tension au teacher jin teacher reader tattooed biker jin) ❣

my type by @floralseokjin s (nerd jin) ❣

crystallised by @floralseokjin s a (fuck boy jin) ft. Yoongi ❣

small tuna fish by @floralseokjin f s (college au friends to lovers au) ❣

time fades away by @floralseokjin s ❣

daddy dearest by @taesinferno s (married dilf jin infidelity au age gap) ❣

éffleurer by @sugaurora s (CFO jin) ❣

half-baked holiday by @ddaenggtan f s a (bakery au friends to lovers au idiots to lovers au) ❣

wash ‘n dry by @seokoloqy (college au)

christmas under wraps by @joheun-saram f s (nurse jin doctor reader) ❣

platonically horny by @joheunsaram f s (best friends au friends with benefits au) ❣

novel complications by @joheunsaram f a (love triangle best friends to lovers au strangers to lovers au) ft. Taehyung ❣

with you by @yoonpobs f s a (divorce au marriage au childhood friends to lovers au) ❣

danger by @xjoonchildx s (hate sex) ❣

better than before by @minjoonalist s (ex jin)

if just for rain by @yoondoze f (friends to lovers au)

I Just Want You for My Own by @joonscypher f a (unrequited love au friends to lovers) ❣

Opaline Moon by @missgeniality f s a (idol au friends to lovers au) ❣

thunder by @ppersonna f s (friends to lovers au)❣

the bitch next door by @littlemisskookie s a ❣

distance by @kz-i-co f s a

the snuggle is real by @chimoona f s (established relationship au)

sugar sweet! by @ditttiii f s (established relationship au) ❣

Kitchen Confidential by @yoonjinkooked s (enemies to lovers au) ❣

slow. dirty. wet. by @clouditae f s (friends to lovers au) ❣

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anonymous930309 · 3 years ago

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SO RELATABLE BECAUSE I, TOO, WOULD KNEEL IN FRONT OF YOONGI

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anonymous930309 · 3 years ago

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to the anon who asked for exes-to-lovers fics:

Last Christmas by @xjoonchildx

Brown-Eyed Baby by @jeonstudios

Wherever There Is You by @jeonstudios (technically this one is not really exes-to-lovers but go read this anyway and you’ll see why)

First and Last and Always by @floralseokjin

also yeah let me reiterate what miss ana said: exes to lovers only works in fiction!!!! please refrain from calling up your ex after you finish reading all of these!!!

(but also can y’all drop some more recs for exes-to-lovers aus because im a huge sucker for those lmaoooo)

YES TO MORE FIC RECS and hahaha yes i did write a little exes-to-lovers story with the super sexy kim seokjin.

also legit i haven't read any of these other recs so they are going on the list baby!

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anonymous930309 · 3 years ago

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buttercup ⇢ pt one

⇢ pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

⇢ genre: smut + slight angst

⇢ au: college!au, fwb!au, stoner!yoongi, assholeish!yoongi, fuckboyish!yoongi fwb to lovers trope

⇢ word count: 6k+

⇢ warnings: smut, honestly mostly porn, unprotected sex, recreational use of drugs & alcohol, dirty talk, praise, degradation, ridiculously excessive use of pet names, fingering, dom!Yoongi, unprotected sex, slight dumbification (whoops), hair pulling, creampie??, oral (f receiving), pussy slaping, reader has a thing for Yoongi’s hands because who doesn’t, reader and yoongi are both sarcastic and oblivious, this part is basically pwp.

⇢ synopsis: Min Yoongi wears leather jackets, fucks you like he hates you, spends most of his days on the wrong side of a blunt, and calls you the sweetest names when no one else is around. And you definitely aren’t falling in love with him.

⇢ author’s note: so yes, buttercup is being cut up into two parts thanks to a lot of my life getting uprooted this week!!! ill spare you the details but everything is really chaotic rn so im sorry this isnt exactly what i promised :( thank u for all the insane amont of love ive gotten so far. this is a pretty um… filthy piece of writing skfjsd and it’s definitely not perfect and id love to get better with everything i put out on here but i hope u guys enoy ily xx

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anonymous930309 · 3 years ago

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We haven't talked about married! and dilf! Yoongi enough :)

ngl this one rlly had me🥵🥵🥵

⇢ pairing: dilf/brother’s best friend!yoongi x reader bc i decided to spice it up

⇢ warnings: rough sex ??? that’s it, slight age gap i think

it had always shocked you. the knowledge that min yoongi, the min yoongi who you had known for many years of your life, actually had a kid.

he was your brother’s close friend through the last couple of years through high school, as well as college. he was a couple of years older than you, even a year or two older than your brother. and when your brother had one day dropped the bomb on you that he had a kid, it was safe to say that you were in disbelief. but that’s life, you guessed. people sometimes made impulsive decisions that lead them down a completely different route in their lives and that’s okay too.

she had bailed on him one night. he woke up to the baby crying, checked beside him and found nothing but cold, empty space. he tried not to panic immediately but he knew. he knew he wouldn’t find her in the bathroom, nor the kitchen, not anywhere in the apartment but he checked anyways. he didn’t even try to call, he simply made his way to the baby’s bedroom and gently picked him up. he shushed him, rocked him gently in his arms and tried to get him to go back to sleep, all the while thinking of the journey that he now had to take on himself.

you never expected to bump into him back in your hometown though. you thought he moved away, at least that’s what your brother told you. you were back home on vacation for about two weeks and decided to go to a local bar that you used to frequent back when you lived here. and low and behold, min yoongi was there sitting in a booth near the back of the room.

“‘s been a while,” he says with a chuckle, taking a sip of his drink.

how does he still look so young? he’s changed so much and yet he somehow still looks the same. he looks older, more mature, but his features are still that of the same min yoongi that you ogled at when he would pass by you in the school hallway. it was strange. he looked amazing.

“yeah,” you agree. you stand there for a couple of seconds, unsure if you should invite yourself or no, but he beats you to it and scoots the seat back for you himself.

“sit.”

it sounded like an order but you knew him well enough to know how he spoke. he was casual with you. you chatted for a while, until you felt curious enough to finally bring it up.

“how’s being a parent going for you?” you ask, swirling your drink in your hand. the way his eyes snap up to yours tells you that he wasn’t expecting you to be aware of that before he looks down once again at the table.

“i like to think i’m doing a pretty good job,” he chuckles.

“i’m pretty sure you are,” you assure, tone joking but words rather serious. “you’re min yoongi, you never half-ass anything.” he looks up at you as those words leave your mouth. he’s surprised at the fondness you look at him with, and he somehow feels like he’s back in high school, noticing how his best friend’s little sister looks cute today wearing that particular purple top.

somehow, catching up and talking about how each of your lives have transversed throughout the years led to him inviting you back to his place. and the knowledge that his son, Hyun, was sleeping over at his uncle’s for the night encourages you to accept because you weren’t ready to meet a kid when all you were thinking about was how absolutely delicious he looked in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

“yoon—yoongi!”

he never thought he’d get to hear you saying his name like this. all breathless and sweet as he worshiped your cunt and buried his face in your wetness. he never thought he’d have his best friend’s younger sister splayed out on his bed, spreading his legs open for him and pushing his face deeper into her pussy.

he’s starved, hungry for you. part of it is because he hadn’t eaten a pussy this good in a while. another part is because, well, his mind travels back to those college days when you would see him whenever he would visit back at home, and look at him so sweetly and innocently with bright eyes. he felt so guilty back then, the thoughts he would have about you. but now, any sense of guilt is completely erased as he dives his tongue deeper into your cunt and fingers you harder, wrist twisting as he plunges his fingers deeper into you until you’re crying out.

“fuck—“ he gasps breathlessly as he crawls up your body, desperate and needy kisses placing to whatever he could reach of your body. “wanna fuck you so bad.” he groans into your mouth, hips grinding down against yours. “let me fuck you, baby.” he grunts, fingers still between your legs, stroking through your wetness and working you up once again. “will you let me fuck you?”

“please,” you gasp out, back arching. “please fuck me, yoongi—“ you pause for a second because he immediately flips you into your front, gripping your hips and pulling them up, ass perking up perfectly for him.

cheek resting against the mattress, you look back at him with a devious smile. “hard.”

he slips into you with surprising ease. you were dripping wet. and yet it doesn’t stop the loud cry from escaping your lips. he doesn’t pause, he does just what you asked for. he fucks you. hard.

the headboard rattles as it bumps into the wall. the bed squeaks every now and then. hips hips collide with yours with a resounding smack every single time. you’re crying out, moaning gibberish into the air as he drills into you so fast that you knees are shaky in no time. you don’t know if you can hold yourself up too long, your body’s almost completely giving out beneath his rough movements, fucked into the mattress and there’s nothing for you to do but take it.

“wanted to fuck this pussy for so long,” he grunts. your eyes roll back at the confession. fuck, why was this so hot? why was he so hot? “can’t believe you’re letting me fuck this pretty cunt.”

“fuck—“ you whine out, face turning in order to bury it completely into the mattress because you simply can’t handle it. it feels too hot, your body’s on fire, core tingling as he lodges his cock deeper and slams his hips harder. sweaty palms grapple onto the sheets on either side of you, one of them clumsily landing on top of yours and immediately intertwining his fingers with yours as he grabs on for support, before he beging jackhammering into you as you completely lost control. you feel the wetness of tears slipping out and staining the sheets. it’s too good.

he mutters filthy words into your ears about how he’ll fuck you again and again and again, until you’re ruined for any other man. little does he know, you already are. you were ruined for any other man the second your eyes landed on his lone figure, sipping on his drink in that bar tonight.

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Min Yoongi Fic Rec Masterlist ~ One-shots

updated: Feb. 9th, 2021

fic rec masterlist here

myg series here

please let me know if any of the links don’t work ^-^

note: since I can only tag so many blogs I will only tag the blog once and put their other fics below and indicate the author with an up arrow ^ when there is a new author a new blog will be tagged

The Guest House by @avveh

Beloved by @bang-tan-bitches

Exitus Acta Probat by ^

Honsool by @bangtanlalaland

Immaculate Night by @becomingbts

Checkmate by @btsaudge

Gwanghae Flow by @btssavedmylifeblr

What’s Mine is Yours by @ddaengyoonmin

Raising the Bar by @fortunexkookie

From the Ashes by ^

Tip of the Iceberg by ^ and @gukslut

Love Language by @gukslut

Tip of the Iceberg by ^ and @fortunexkookie

Book of Beasts: From the Ashes by @httpjeon

Love Grows Where You Go by @hueseok

Set Me Free by @ilikemesometaetaes RECENTLY ADDED!

A Brew of Wings by @inkedtae

When the Power Goes Out by @inkjam-moon

Daechwita by @ironicarmy

Don’t Let Go by @jiminimoon

Vulpine by @jincherie

To Love an Empress by @jingabitch

Suds by @jinned

Act On It by @joonie-beanie

sequels - 1, 2 by ^

The Velvet Devil by @junghelioseok

Rogue by ^

Delectable by @junqkook

Rise of the Nation’s King by @justimajin

sequel - pt. 2

Punch Drunk by @joonbird

Again by @kimtaehyunq

Nocturne by @kittae

Come Home by @kookiesjoonies

Performance Evaluation by @kookscrescent

Darkmist by @kpopfanfictrash

The Mark of Yun-Ki by @ladyartemesia

What’s Mine is Mine by @lunaandhertrashheap

Intimidation by @luxekook

sequel - Intensity by ^

At Your Service by @magicalsalamander

Heaven’s Winter by @matchakoo

Surround Me by @minflix

Mighty by mintedmango (on ao3)

Volume by @mintjoonlep

Borderland by @mygsii

Covet by ^

Drink Me by @njssi

Snake Kisses by @peekaboongi

Fragment of My Soul by ^

Iced Americano by @ppersonna

Rule of Thirst by @prolixitae

7:30AM by ^

No King Rules Forever by @salvejoon

No Face by @seokoloqy

Hello Paradise, My Name Is… by ^

Daechwita by @se0kie

A World Alone by @sketchguk

00:00 by @sombreboy

Who’s Your King? by ^

Sun & Moon by @sopewriters

Want a Taste? by @suga-kookiemonster

Cold Hands by @taeintedlove

I’m the King, I’m the Boss by @untaemedqueen

3:27 AM by ^

Mic Drop by @ve1vetyoongi

Tell Me What You Want by @wwilloww

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anonymous930309 · 3 years ago

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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.

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Rich People Shit

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

You looked back at your magazine.

You came here to fish.

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

“What language is that?”

Your answer was simple. Disregard.

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 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.

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

“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.

“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?”

“Interesting.”

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–

“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.

“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.

“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.

“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?”

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.

“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.

“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.

“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.”

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

“Why lie?” You replied.

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

“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.

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

"Come to Fiji with me?"

"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.

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

"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.

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

“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.”

“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?”

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

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