#bts jungkook sexy

[reredaydreams]

Red Lace || Jeon Jungkook

Paring: bf!jungkook x f.reader

Summary: on a rainy day, Jungkook has fun with reader in a car.

Warning: this contains mature content, 18+

Content: car sex, public sex, tit sucking, fingering, riding, cowgirl, neck biting, smut, fluff, at the beach, mature, red lace bra, established relationship

Wc: 3.8k

Masterlist, Chapter 2

“Oh, you're back—'' Jungkook began to say as he looked up from his phone, but halts as he takes in your appearance. It wasn’t anything special; your wet hair flying backwards with the slight breeze of the air, a few tiny strands sticking to your forehead. You were just wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, and gray shorts that reached your lower thigh. The shirt, however, was the perfect tightness as it hugged your chest beautifully, while a red, lace bra slightly visible through the thin cotton material.

“Sorry, the line in the washroom was so long. People are starting to leave early today, probably because it looks like it’s going to rain” you say as you take a seat on the lavender picnic blanket, drying your hair with a towel

Today’s weather was amazing. The sun was shining, giving warmth to your skin, but it wasn’t too hot either, as there was a slight breeze of air. To enjoy the day to the fullest, you and Jungkook had decided to head to the beach.

So here you were, after taking a swim in the sea with him, sitting on the blanket, situated near a tree, allowing for shade and air to circulate around the spot.

Jungkook’s eyes had followed your movements, observing every detail. His eyes flicker to your chests, before slowly making their way to your eyes, which we’re already looking at him.

A slight playful smile rests on your lips, as you glance at Jungkook with soft eyes. Jungkook gulps before returning a cute smile, “ are people that afraid to get wet!?” He exclaimed , with an exaggerated expression. “ It's not acid rain or something. These people need to chill.”

You couldn’t help but smile widely at the cute expressions he was making while expressing his disappointment for these people.

“What, why are you smiling? Y/n, babe, are you scared of getting wet as well? Jungkook says, trying to sound serious, but couldn’t fully hide the smile on his lips.

“Ya, I am, and what about it, huh?” You said with a playful, challenging expression.

Jungkook gasped. ”Oh no, you're one of them,” he said, with a shocked expression. “don’t tell me, you're going to stop loving me just because of that?” You questioned back, acting to be hurt.

“No, that’s something that’s never going to happen. However, we will need to get rid of this fear of yours, and what other way than direct exposure.” Jungkook answered with playful eyes.

“No, you wouldn’t do that!?” You exclaimed with an exaggerated gasp. You both stared at each other before bursting into laughter.

“But no, seriously why do people get so wary of the rain?” Jungkook questioned.

“I don’t know? I guess just humans being humans” you replied back, laying on the blanket, while putting your head on his thigh.

Jungkook was already sitting on the blanket, legs extended out and crossed at the ankles. He was leaning on his arms, as his eyes were looking intently at you. His eyes traced every curve of your body, from the legs to the hips to the curves of your chest. The slight red visible through the cloth wasn't helping Jungkook much, it just made the imagination run more wild.

“Jungkook. I can feel your eyes on me. Were you checking me out?” You asked, turning her head to look up at jungkook.

Jungkook flushed a bit, having been caught in the act, before replying.

“Of course I was! Why wouldn't I when you're wearing that shirt.” Jungkook said proudly.

“In fact, I say we get to the car, and take it off, with everything else”

“JUNGKOOK!! Is this all you ever think about?” You exclaimed.

“Hey!! It’s not my fault that my partner is so hot!” He said, crossing his arms around his chest, trying to act serious.

You sat up, putting your hands on either side of Jungkook, and bringing your face closer to his. “Oh really? You always say that as your excuse. Seriously, you ne—“ you halted mid sentence, getting distracted by the people in the back, packing up, hastily making their way to their cars, as it had slightly begun to drizzle.

While you were distracted, Jungkook snaked his arm around your waist, bringing all your attention back to him.

His eyes gazed deeply into you, “seriously, what love?” Jungkook said, his eyes traveling to her lips. He brought his face closer to hers, stopping just inches before their lips would meet.

“Jungkook!” You whined. “Stop, there are too many people here, and I am not an exhibitionist like you.”

“You say? Then who was the one who trapped me between their arms, trying to tease me?” Jungkook questioned.

Getting a bit annoyed Y/N lightly pushed him on the shoulder before getting up and fixing her shorts.

Jungkook held on to Y/N’s hand before questioning her about where she was going.

“No where!” You expressed with slight annoyance. “I’m just going to pack up a few things incase the rain gets worse”

He let go of your hand as you started working on the task, jungkook helping you as well.

Once the stuff was packed up, you and Jungkook sat against the tree that was right next to the picnic blanket. Your head rested on his chests and your arms around his waist. His arms were wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you warm.

The sight in front of you was breathtaking. The dark clouds shadowing over the ground. The raindrops’ dent gently kisses the waves on the water of the sea. The crisp sound of the light drizzle hitting the ground was bliss to your ears. The environment and the presence of your lover felt calm and just like home.

Until it wasn’t anymore. The thunder started to pick up and the rain came down hard. You and Jungkook collected all your belongings and ran to your car in the parking lot, which was already empty as everyone had already left. By the time you made it into the car, you both were soaking wet.

The car was faint, the mix of yours and Jungkook's heavy breaths from running could be heard scattered with the sound of rain smacking on the surface of your car window, which made nothing outside visible.

Your appearance was a sight to behold, the small wet strands of hair sticking to your forehead, and the red lace bra that was slightly visible through your white shirt beforehand, was now prominently seen along with some skin. Despite the deceived look, you looked rather hot and sexy. A candy for the eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes were on you, devouring the candy they had been given.

“It’s raining quite badly outside and not much is visible. We should stay put for the time being." Jungkook informed you.

You hummed in response, eyes still closed and resting against the headrest. As you caught your breath, you could feel someone staring intensely at you. That someone being none other than jungkook.

Slightly opening your eyes you looked towards him, arching your eyebrow in a questioning way.

Jungkook’s corner lip turned crescent. “Since we are going to be here for a while, don’t you think we should have some fun?” There was a mischievous look in eyes, and you understood exactly what he meant by fun.

“Fun. Seriously, huh?” You questioned “Ya, what do you say?” He questions back, while leaning towards your seat. His eyes traveled to your lips, as he licked his own lips, and looked back into yours.

“No. I’m tired, I’m going to rest for a bit. I don’t want to have fun.” You asserted, closing your eyes and resting your head. Your statement made the playful smile that rested on Jungkook's face vanish.

You could sense Jungkook residing back into his seat, before a sound of an angry exhalation of breath made its way to your ears. Jungkook had his arms crossed over his chest, his lip forming a small pout.

“Jungkook” you called out, looking towards him, only to be completely ignored as he continued to gaze out the window; there was nothing visible outside as the heavy rain made the visibility very low.

“Jungkook” you called out once more, only to be met with his silence once again.

Your arm reached towards him, hand grabbing his neck, fingers wrapping around his throat and pulling him close. So close, that your lips only centimeters away, ready to enclose the others with one's own. The damp strands of hair that stuck to his forehead brushed against yours. Both yours and his eyes locked on to each other, looking intently into the depths.

“Baby” you said, caressing your thumb over his jaw in a soothing manner, yet still, Jungkook remained silent. He continued looking into your eyes, his chest moving up and down with heavy breaths; a result of your actions, as they sent an exhilarating rush through his body.

“Baby” you once again called, tilting your head a little, as your eyes made their ways to his lips. “I was just teasing you, I’m always down to have fun with you” saying that you connected your lips with his. However, as he was about to respond back to the kiss, you pulled away.

“Y/n,” there was a warning in his voice, and an intensity in his eyes. You hummed, in a motion to tell him to continue. ”Stop teasing me” he said, momentarily waiting. “Please.”

There was a desperation in his voice, a want, no, more like a need. A need for you, a need to have you, a need to be tangled with you.

You smiled softly at him, before locking your lips with his, in a real kiss this time. He kissed you back as if it was a necessity to him, as if to dispel a long, fervent thirst. It was almost as if he had been a wanderer in a never ending desert, finally having come across the water he so desperately required.

His arm folded around your back, pulling you even closer. His other hand traveled towards his own neck, holding on tightly to your hand that was wrapped around it, all in an effort to keep you from pulling back again.

The kiss was passionate, so intense that it sent a burning sensation through your body. Your tongues danced and tangled together, fighting the other for dominance.

You released the grip on Jungkook's neck, but his hold on your hand tightened. He knew you were going to pull back, and he didn’t want to let you do that.

You pried your hand out of his hold before pushing his shoulder with a light force. This made him finally let go of the kiss.

You moved back, hand over your chest, as you regained a composed breath. Jungkook was staring at you intensely, breathing deeply himself.

“You really love taking my breath away, don’t you?” You questioned. He remained silent, looking at you with the same intensity.

This time it was him, who grabbed onto your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. This time it was slow, as jungkook softly sucked on your lips. He pulled back momentarily, meeting your eyes. “I love making you breathless,” he stated. “Do you know how hot you look in this disheveled look? And knowing that I have as much of an effect on you, as you have on me, just makes me want to worship you, to see even more of this beauty of yours.”

He pulled you in for another kiss, this time it was more intense, more fierce, devouring you in that moment. Your hand went to his muscular bicep, holding onto it tightly, as if to prevent you from completely losing control, though it wasn't helping much. Jungkook rubbed small circles on your neck with his thumb, while the other hand, that was encircled around you, massaged the side of your waist. You loved these tiny physical touches that intoxicated you in his love.

Jungkook pulled back, connecting his forehead with yours. “Y/n. Shall we have some fun then?” he questioned. Your eyes were still closed, as you took deep breaths. You opened your eyes, and looked into jungkooks, his eyes were already locked on to you, waiting intently.

“Jungkook,” you said, taking a moment, while caressing his lower lip. “Lets fuck.”

In the next moment, Jungkook was sitting in the passenger seat, with you on top of him, straddling his waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his one arm encircled around your waist, keeping you close, as physically possible. While another hand held your head, pulling you in, locking your lips with his. You could feel how excited he was sitting on his lap.

“Aren’t you horny? Hmm.” You questioned, as Jungkook pulled away to trail kisses along your jaw, down to your neck. “Getting so hard already,” you teased.

Jungkook moved his head to rest his chin on top of your chest, looking up into your eyes. “Ya, and it's all your fault” he stated. “And you like seeing this, don’t you? The effect that you have on me, hmm?'' Jungkook asked, with a little pout on his lips, while his eyes held a teasing glint, earning a chuckle from you.

A little “ow” left your lips, as Jungkook bit your neck, before softly sucking the area where he had left bite marks. “Hey” you exclaimed playfully. “What? I can’t leave you with bite marks, like the ones you leave on me all the time?” Jungkook poked.

Your eyes narrowed, as you glared at him with an angry expression. “No, you can not. It's my thing” you declared. Jungkook lightly laughed at your cuteness, earning an even more intense glare from you. He gave you a sly smile, before leaning in to give you a light kiss on the lips, while his hands sneakingly moved your shirt up, leaving it to rest above your chest area.

He pulled, looking down towards your chest, the red lace bar that was driving him wild earlier, teasing him gently with the little hints through your shirt, was now fully seen in front of his eyes. He leaned in, licking the slit between your cleavage, trailing kisses to your boob, sucking on the soft area above your bra lining.

His fingers hooked onto the upper lining of the bra, pulling it down and resting it under your boobs, exposing them to the cool air, sending a shiver down your back. His thumbs went to the now hard nipples, rubbing circles on them, hearing a hum of contentment from you.

His soft lips connected with your nipple, sucking on it tenderly, while his one hand continued to play with your other nipple; he would rub it, squeeze it, pull it, and pinch it. As he carried on this show of affection, the soft movements turned more heated, more passionate, and more intense. He sucked harder.

“You like that, baby? Having your tits sucked by me?” he teased. Though he didn’t get a verbal answer from you, but by the sounds of satisfaction that flowed out your lips, he could tell you were finding enjoyment in this, like you always did.

Jungkook leaned back in the seat, taking in your whole appearance; oh, how gorgeous you looked. Your messy damp hair flowed over your shoulders, a few short strands lingering on your forehead, your wettish shirt resting above your chest area, your boobs laying upon your bra. He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed you. Now. The way you were looking at him, your eyes carrying a temptatious look, as if commanding him to initiate what he was thinking, told him that you needed him too.

Your hands probed his chest area, before making their way you to the hems of his t-shirt, slightly pulling it up to make you intentions aware. Jungkook understood, and eagerly complied with your command.

Once his t-shirt was discarded, leaving him only in his shorts, Jungkook quickly went to take off all your clothes, throwing them aside to the driver's seat.

His hand reached down, and began rubbing circles with his gentle, yet icy fingers on your now exposed pussy. The touch sent a cold, yet electric sensation through your body, causing you to grab onto his shoulders.

“Someone was calling me horny earlier, but now they’re wet from just getting their nipples played with,” Jungkook remarked. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Nipples are a sensitive part, but you got hard just from looking at me and kissing me” you countered, leaning in to whisper into his ear.

“You’re never going to let me win, are you?” Jungkook questioned, with a lazy smile. “Never!” You declared, shaking your head.

A sudden moan left your lips, your hold tightening on his shoulders, as Jungkook sneakingly inserted a finger inside of you. “Even if it means for me to be a loser, I will always make you the winner” he expressed, moving his icy finger in and out, while rubbing his thumb over your clit.

It felt good, really good, the sounds of pleasure leaving your mouth serving as an indication. The attention on your pussy continued, while more digits were added, making you even more wet, leading you closer to a delightful frenzy. However, his movements came to a sudden halt, earning him a groan of disapproval. “Though, I never said that the win will be easy”

A teasing smirk rested on his lips, keenly gazing at your annoyed expression, anticipating your next move. Oh, you were very much annoyed, and you were not going to let him go so easily for edging you like this.

Your hand grabbed onto his neck, as your lips attacked his jaw, trailing down to his neck, leaving kisses along the way, all the while sucking the skin harshly. Your teeth latched onto his shoulder, biting it with a slight intensity, only enough to cause a tiny sting of pain. Low moans left his mouth, not just from the pleasure, but also from the satisfaction from seeing you behave like this. He loved this side of you. And that bite you gave him, only resulted in a wider smile to play on his face.

You continued to leave marks on him, as your hands roamed all over his chest before making their way to the waistband of his shorts. Without wasting any time, you swiftly freed his hard cock from its containment. Your fingers caressed its length, while your thumb rubbed over the tip.

Strings of moans left his mouth, as he was lost in delight. “Look at you, leaking already” you examined, retreating your hand completely, leaving him to groan in response.

You brought your lower body close to his cock, spreading the lips of your pussy, you rubbed your clit against it. It felt good, not just the motion, but also the satisfaction of seeing the desperation appearing on his face.

With half open eyes, he gazed at you, “babbyy,” the whine left his mouth. “Please” he pleaded. “Please ride me”

With a smirk of victory, you picked up his wallet that was placed in the cup holder. Retrieving a condom from it, you placed it on him, rubbing your wetness on it as a lubricant.

You lifted up your hips, spreading your lips down there apart, lining his cock with your entrance, and slowing moving yourself down. All the while making sure his eyes remained on you at constant.

A moan of contentment left his lips, finally being able to feel himself inside of you, sending him into a bliss. You began to move your hips back and forth, a bit slowly for his liking though, you still weren’t done teasing him.

“Happy now, that you get to feel yourself inside me?” You teased, earning a tiny groan from him as he rested his head against the seat, eyes closed, and lost in the feeling.

After a bit longer of teasing him while riding him sensationally, you picked up your movements, now moving up and down his cock. Your breasts followed suit, swaying in a similar motion. Your movement slowly picked up pace, increasing the sounds that left yours and jungkook’s lips, in amount and intensity. His fingers pinched your clit, adding to your pleasure and soon enough you clenched around his cock, releasing over him.

Just as you finished your climax, jungkook’s hands went to your hips, lifting you up slightly, as he began thrusting into you. A sudden ‘ah’ left your lips, followed by a string of moans. Your arms wrapped around his neck, clutching on tightly, as his movement became more vigorous, leading him to a release soon after.

Jungkook slowly moved your hips down to rest on him, as you slumped over him, still hugging him close with your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your back, while his face rested in the crook of your neck. He soothingly rubbed your back with his hands, along with placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder, causing a small smile to appear on your lips.

You pulled back to meet his eyes. There was the most loving look in his shining, doe eyes, as he admired his beautiful partner. “So, did you enjoy having fun?” You inquired.

He rested his forehead against yours, his one hand caressing your check gently. “Yes. I always enjoy having fun with you” he stated. “In fact..” he trailed off. “We go for round two?” He asked, with the mischievous look displayed on his face once again.

“Alright. However, I’m a bit tired, so you have to do all the work” you asserted. “Whatever you wish, my princess” he complied, making you roll your eyes playfully at the nickname, before he placed a small peck on your lips, a smile never leaving his own.

And like that, here you were, laying on the back seat of the car, while Jungkook was on top of you, trusting in you once again. “My beautiful y/n,” he admired, his fingers trailing along your face, pushing aside a few strands, before continuing to graze his fingers down your body, from chest to stomach, to finally resting on your thighs that were wrapped around his waist.

Moans of ecstasy left your lips, as he continued pounding you passionately. His hand made its way to your throat, wrapping around it softly, before connecting his lips with yours. “Do you feel good, baby? Are you enjoying me thrusting into you like this?” He questioned playfully, only to get a hum of satisfaction in response.

“Are you going to cum princess?” He teasingly inquired, hearing your moans grow in sound, along with his speed and intensity. “Let it all out, cum for me baby” he assured, and soon enough you did, followed by him moments later.

As you both had regained your composure, Jungkook cleaned you up and himself with the tissues available in the vehicle. He grabbed a blanket, adjusting the position so that his back rested against the seat, and you were laying on top, followed by him bundling up both of you with the blanket.

Taking time to relax, you nestled up in each other’s warmth, comfort, and love, while waiting for the rainstorm to pass by.

[mrs-monaghan]

https://x.com/PJMGGUKlE/status/1826553314596585717

https://x.com/manggaebun/status/1826735659375362368

Jimin-shi.....your expressions are feeling a little naughty. I don't know how jungkook handles it, jimin's eyes alone can make you feel like your his prey, but then even his posture in that ramen conversation gif is so.....cocky? posturing? come and get me??? Idk, its a LOT

Poor JK. Jimin doesn't really make it easy. 🤭🤭

Jimin loves to push as much as he can... tries to see how much he can get away with, on camera. From the Dynamite hand holding, to the Bon Voyage footsies. And lets not forget all the times he's pretended to kiss JK. Idk why people think this man is so innocent.

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Never mind. I see why 😂

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[kxxkiecxre]

・❥・ A life that’s so carefree | Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.

WARNINGS: 18+, stalker au, stalker JK, stalking descriptions.Sex, descriptions of sex, cunnilingus, unprotected sex.

CONTINUATION OF: trapped hearts

You took a couple deep breathes before you got back up. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you stripped yourself off of your soaked dress.

Slipping on your leggings and sweatshirt. You were about to press the call button, to ring Yuna. Until a series of knocks echoed through your house. A shiver ran down your body, that dreadful nauseating feeling taking over your body once again.

You entered your living room, watching the door as he continued knocking.

"Baby, cmon, let me in." He called out in his innocent voice.

"It's not at all what it looks like, I promise.

The thunder rolled right after his sentence, lighting up your rather dark living room in a shade of blue.

What do you do now? What the fuck are you supposed to do now?

You know Jungkook, fuck you’ve dated this guy for a year you know he wouldn’t hurt you. But after all this? How can you be so sure? Are you sure? The doubt that surrounded you was going to suffocate you, the fear, the shock it was going to eat away at you. If you opened this door right now, you’d be inviting him in. You’d be giving him permission to come in and talk to you, rewarding his behaviour. But if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You wouldn’t be able to understand why he did that, why he made you sick of your life.

Maybe it was stupid and naive, maybe it was a mistake. But you couldn’t help yourself. Not when his whiny voice was coming through your door, begging for you to open the door, to let him in. His voice, his presence itself was wrapped around your throat like a snake. He had you obsessed with him, you know that. No man that you’ve ever dated before had this much power over you. They were always obsessed and like puppets for you. But something about Jungkook made you exactly like the men. It was sickening, you know.

Your hand reached for the knob, “baby please, I can explain all of this.”

You shut your eyes, trying so hard not to cry. The key clicked and the door opened, revealing his worried eyes. The rain was literally slamming off the ground, so loud in your ears and the house and the grumbling of the thunder around you was fierce. He pulled you into his chest, hands in your wet hair. He held you so tight as if to prevent you from running away from him again, he smelled good. Sweet and leathery. His leather jacket was soaked, his hair too. It was dripping down his face and onto yours as he cupped your chin, bringing your face closer to his.

Your heart beating out of your chest. But for all the wrong reasons, just as scared as you were a minute ago, right now you’re nervous. Nervous because you want to kiss him, you want to kiss him so bad but at the back of your mind you’re reminded he was stalking you. His thumb pressed against your cheek, rubbing the coldness off it. You closed your eyes, sighing. How come he can make you nervous yet relaxed all at the same time?

“Jungkook..”

“I know baby, I’m so sorry.”

“But why?” Your voice was so small, so hurt and soft.

He entered your house, closing the door behind him. The fire in the chimney the only proper light that was helping you see him. The fire was going when you got home, you’re guessing he was the one who did it. He shrugged his jacket off, laying it on your couch.

He must be freezing, he was only wearing a tank top underneath it. You walked around to the smaller couch, right across the fire. Sitting with him and waiting. Not sure what for, but you didn’t know what to ask first. There was a million thoughts racing through your head so all you could do was sit there, listening to the fire crackling in the background.

He stared at you, watching the scared expression on your face. Maybe not scared, but void? He knew he messed up. He really did, but it was much simpler this way. Your eyes finally met his, the gleam in them not as present as before and his heart sinks.

“Why?” You asked, your voice shaky.

You hugged your knees to your chest. Out of reflex his hand began playing with your now semi dry hair, “because I wanted to make sure you’re safe… because I missed you so much that I’d rather die than not be as close to you as possible.”

You shook your head, hiding it in your knees before you sighed leaning away from he touch, “didn’t I say we could remain friendly?”

His expression softened, head tilting to the side just a small bit, “friendly isn’t being friends Y/N. You know that.”

“I don’t know what to think of this… what about the pictures?”

“I’d lose sleep looking at them, engraving every feature of your face into my brain. Into my heart.”

“You can’t say these things Jungkook, or behave like this. We broke up.”

He sighed heavily, “exactly, but I couldn’t be without you. Or close to you. Because every time I’d be away from you I wouldn’t be able to breathe. My entire life would look nothing short of a massive black hole. It was like someone would continuously take my life away, like a battery deteriorating.”

It was silent once again. What could you say to that? There’s nothing that you could possibly say and not hurt him. You loved him so much, so much that you find it comforting that it was him stalking you. Beside you at all times. Though it doesn’t excuse what he did.

“Why did you break up with me, be honest with me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the room suddenly too warm. You’re not sure why you were sitting in almost pure dark aside from the fire in the chimney, though it did bring a certain level of comfort to you. You leaned into his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. Your fingers playing with the hem of his head white tank top.

You didn’t know how tell him without upsetting him. That’s the last thing you want to do, but at the same time he does deserve an explanation. Mostly because for some reason you resent his mother more than you ever have before. She’s ruined this beautiful thing that you had with him, all because of her personal feelings and issues. Such stupid people.

“Your mother was giving me hell. She kept following me whenever we’d be together, she’d tell me to stop leeching off of you, to leave you because a low class like me doesn’t deserve prestige.”

He was quiet. The fire felt ice cold compared to the fire taking over his body. His mother never had the right to come between your relationship. She shouldn’t have ever said even a word to you. His mother was someone he could barely tolerate as is, but right now, right now he’s not even sure if she exists for him anymore. Sure she’s his mother, the woman who gave him life. But she was never truly there, she never hugged him, or spoken softly to him. She’s never played with or talked to him about anything but his grades. She was practically never present in his life, she had absolutely no right to intervene.

“She had no right…” he trailed off, “I hate her.”

You shook your head, “don’t. She was just concerned about you.”

He laughed mockingly, “she wasn’t concerned about me, she was concerned about herself and her money. She was never there for me. She never cared about me, I only ever felt the love of my father, until he died. She didn’t even comfort me, I was seven years old when the only person who ever showed me love died. She told me to stop crying before she dropped me off to school. I was then picked up by my babysitter. That’s the mother she was. I despise her.”

You frowned, heart sulking at the thought of seven year old doe eyed Jungkook hurting by himself.

“Kook,” you whispered, climbing on top of him, “I love you.”

“ I know that,” he smiled, head leaning back against the couch “I love you so much more, I think you know.”

“That’s not funny” you chuckled.

He smiled as you held his face in your hands. Your lips so close to his own. He couldn’t take it, the warmth of your plump lips against his own melted him within seconds. It was messy, rough and dirty, the type of kiss that had his breath stuck. The type that made him hiss as you hands began trailing over his body. Feeling the warm smooth skin beneath your hands. He was fucked, so whipped for you.

Your hips had a mind of their own, grinding softly against his bulge. He hissed, detaching from your mouth, his hands now on your face, eyes looking between your bodies and brows pulled into a frown.

“Fuck Y/N,” he hissed as you pressed down harder, “are you sure?”

“Isn’t this what you want Jungkook?” You said, voice low and uneven from your rocking, “ you must have been going crazy hm? Watching me fuck myself in my room, watching me play with my pussy the way you would. Every time I came, I thought of you. Every time I fucked my self I imagined it was you. Fucking me so good, the way only you know how to.”

He groaned, a deep guttural groan that resonated against your own chest. He flipped you over, laying you down on the couch as he hovered over you. His necklace hanging above you. Fuck he’s so fucking hot.

“Should I fuck you good now? Or should I fuck you so good you’ll never be able to pleasure yourself without me hm?”

You scoffed, “as if”.

He didn’t need much time to have you naked underneath him, only taking his pants off. Yet you were fully naked underneath him, breasts round and plump. Fuck he could cum just at the sight of you. Your pussy was pulsating with need, the bottom of your stomach filled with hundreds of butterflies. As he kissed down your body, sucking and marking, his finger dipped into the wetness of your cunt. It made him smile against your ribs, always so ready for him.

His mouth was hot against your skin, bruising every inch of it as your breathing hardened, his finger playing with your clit, “mm kook I need you”.

He was busy marking your skin, but still listened. He eased a finger inside, hooking it as he pumped it in and out, rubbing the walls of your pussy as you moaned a little more now. Breathy and soft. God he loved you so much. His finger continued its sweet torture inside you as his tongue bestowed itself on your clit, flicking it and sucking, alternating between the two. It was good, so good, but you needed more. You need him inside you.

“Fuck me Jungkook, fuck. Me.”

He chuckled, going to take his shirt off before you stopped him, “leave it on.”

He didn’t tease, he just smirked before lining himself up with you, “still on the pill?”

You nodded closing your eyes as he eased the tip inside, just the smallest bit. Every time you thought he’d push in more he’d only pull out, making you whine. What a tease. It took you by surprise when he finally did push all of himself in. Right to the brim. You gasped against each others mouth, kisses only ghosting against each other as he continued fucking into you. He did exactly as he promised. He fucked you good. Too good. He was pumping in and out of you at a pace that had your breath stuck mid air, that had you arching right off the couch and into him.

His pace was animalistic, balls slapping off your ass. The tip of his dick kissing that good spot inside you, he was everywhere. You could feel him in your stomach, pumping in and out with a rhythm, with so much precision that you’d have his babies right now.

“Fuck kook,”

“Shit”

Your thighs were on fire, tightening around his waist as his thumb came down on your clit, drawing perfect little circles and matching his pace. It was insane. There were not thoughts inside your head aside from him, from his furrowed brows and masculine scent to his dick. He pushed forward a little more, earning a loud moan out of you. A moan that bounced right off the walls, your nails digging into his back as he forced your legs higher up his waist. Getting a better angle and access to that sweet spot.

You were a goner that second, when began shallowly fucking you. Your face said it all, your pitching moans and quicker breathing. The red chest and cheeks, you were cumming. Right around his cock, it took him only a few hard and sloppy rounds before he followed after you. Filling you up with his cum.

He stayed buried inside you, your pussy now overstimulated and swollen. His lips never left yours, barely giving you any time to breathe. You missed him so much, so much that you didn’t even realise it until now.

“I’m sorry.”

You smiled at him lazily, fucked out, “don’t be, just don’t stalk me. Not that you have to anymore.”

You just laid there, with him still inside you and on top. He was dozing off as you took the white fluffy blanket and laid it on top of you two. Your fingers gently playing with his hair.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” you chuckled.

a/n: I know this is so short please forgive me lol. Hope y’all enjoyed! Also what do y’all think? Should she have forgiven him? I think she should (obviously ha) I mean he’s Jungkook ;).

I DO NOT ALLOW ANY TRANSLATION, RECREATION OR COPYING OF MY WORKS.

Masterlist

[minieggukie]

this look of his has me in a chokehold

[ggukkieisintominnie]

THE OBSSESSION WITH HETEROSEXUALITY WHEN IT COMES TO DEBUNKING JIKOOK IS IGNORANT AND SIMPLY HOMOPHOBIC...

Throughout the years Jikook's bond has been a victim of fan service accusations, claims of being a one-sided infatuation, dubbed as only brotherly affection, antis, tkkrs etc. However none of those icks me more than forcing heterosexuality on the boys.

I never take my time to go on and research about who antis cling onto that Jimin or Jungkook are dating... like that shit ain't important to me but today I surprisingly did. And gurl did I have a good laugh, I'm talking chest paining and crying out after type of laugh.

Song Daeun, some 32 year old, not even a D-list actress is some how rumored to be dating Park Jimin since like 2022 because some cryptic netizen posted a thread of "proofs".

So antis and army's rather believe in idiotic coincidences than 10 years of pure jikook magic all because it HETEROSEXUAL... like the f**k.

And the icing on the cake is that Song did come out to deny the rumors and beg for it to stop because the doxxing just got too much. Yet some antis still cling onto this because they just can't accept the fact that not everyone is HETEROSEXUAL.

A heterosexual media take on Jungkook or jimin will forever gets more interaction (views, conversations, likes) than any media of them together even tkk doesn't do numbers that heterosexual rumors obtain. An example will be this Song lady -she's basically only relevant becuase of the rumor.

I can bet most antis don't know shit about her but they will cling onto her for dear life because she represents and gives them the Park Jimin they gravely crave... a HETEROSEXUAL one.

That grainy ass video of Jungkook was so easily accepted with no doubt by majority because it contained a woman. No one would've gave a shit if all this mentioned scenarios co-starred another man.

If Letter featured a female idol no one would've clinged on the "it a fandom song" thing. If GCF Tokyo was edited for a female no one would've clinged onto the "their brotherly bond is everything" thing. And yes I can go on but to put it simply... if everything Jikook have shared to the world was some how between a female and male no one would've debunked them.

And the simple explanation to this is HOMOPHOBIA.

A few of us see Jikook for what they really are, a few of us pick up the clues and cherish it for whatever it means, knowing that one thing for certain is that they mean too much to each other. Unfortunately many will rather pick up the nonexistent clues of heterosexuality to cling onto their beliefs because they would not stomach an idea of a gay couple.

Holding onto the SHE pronouns in the music lyrics isn't gonna stop Jikook from Jikooking like it didn't work as they still enlisted together. Therefore I believe it time antis change their heterosexual glance at the world and wake up to smell the homosexual realness called Jikook.

STAY PRESSED. 😉

[mrsparkjimin18]

can you handle it?

🔞pairing: Tae x Reader X JK

🔞genre: Girls Night Out AU, Strangers to lovers, pure unadulterated smut, porn with little plot, threesome, party bus sex, playboys Tae and JK

🔞rating: M

🔞wordcount: 3909

⚠️chapter warnings: extremely descriptive and graphic smut scene

summary: A night out with the girls was meant to be simple fun—until a chance encounter turns the heat up. Drinks, dancing, a flirtation that goes too far… Now, the only question left is: Can You Handle It?

Being single for the last seven months has put your life into perspective; it’s pretty boring. You thought throwing yourself into your work would fill that void of loneliness, but so far you have been very wrong. 

You haven't been out with the girls in a while and the idea of a party bus sounds like the perfect Friday night. Your BFF insists the male-to-female ratio is always lit on this booze tour and she promises nobody's going home alone.

"Who says I wanna take anybody home?” you sneer, becoming instantly defensive. “Don’t assume I’m in need of a dick appointment just because I’ve been single for almost a year.”

“Nobody’s saying you have to start a whole new relationship. You just need to get yours before you explode from the stress,” she reminds her in the sweet yet patronizing tone of a best friend who doesn’t hold back.

“I get mine!” You exclaim dramatically.

“Your vibrator doesn’t count bitch. Get ready. Bus will be there in forty-five minutes.” 

She hangs up before you can protest further and you race to get ready. You take a quick shower and then decide to throw on the cute hot pink dress you purchased as a pick-me-up – you know, the one you thought you’d wear to get over him, but never did. Then you slip into your stilettos, apply light makeup and throw your hair into a messy bun.

You inspect yourself in the mirror, deciding it's good enough for a night out with the girls, since you have no intention of hooking up with anyone. You just want to live for tonight; with great music, good company, and lots of drinks. Your thought process is interrupted by a notification letting you know the bus is arriving, and you take a few deep breaths before rushing with restraint to the door.

There’s already a decent number of riders when you board, though not a single guy appeals to your taste; which is fine since you’re not interested in hooking up. But within a few stops you find yourself needing to reinforce this mantra of self imposed celibacy, when two insanely good-looking men step onto the bus and instantly catch your eye. 

You wonder if they're brothers. Both are tall and broad-shouldered, with chiseled jaws, deep brown eyes, and black hair that looks casually mussed yet perfectly coiffed at the same time. Your breath hitches as they choose to sit right across from you.

Your BFF raises an approving mischievous eyebrow in your direction that you return with a quick sneering glare. However, you’re already beginning to feel shy and exposed as both of the tantalizing men seem to eye your dangerously bare legs, making you feel as if maybe you should have dressed down for the night.

The tour stops at a few smaller pubs, giving just enough time for a couple shots and a little mingling. But you're unable to control the urge, constantly finding yourself scanning the room for the two guys from the bus. Each time you find them they seem to be staring in your direction, as if sizing you up. When you finally arrive at the last stop - one of the hottest night clubs in the area - some of the riders go their separate ways while the rest of the party heads inside to continue the night's festivities.

Bottles cover the table in the VIP, shots are passed around, and eventually the party heads to the dance floor. Your favorite song plays and your body moves to the familiar rhythm without thought. You close your eyes, letting the music flow through you - relaxing you - making you forget.

Before you know it, the two men you’ve been playing I spy with all night have you sandwiched, their hands on your hips, your bodies now moving in unison to the beat you were alone in a moment ago.

"I'm Taehyung, this is my friend, Jungkook. We noticed you noticing us,” One says confidently from where he dances behind you. “Is there something we can help you with?” he asks, pulling your body against his and letting his lips brush your ear as he speaks. 

His friend, Jungkook, notices your pupils flare in response to Taehyung's question and he moves closer, pressing his body to yours. The pressure of them against you feels so right, as if it was fate calling your name, convincing you this is what you need. 

You instantly feel your body relax between them. Melding with them as you continue to move to the music. All thoughts of your earlier mantra dissolving under their touch. Taehyung loosens his grip on your waist, and soon his hands are exploring; roaming your body, sliding across sections of bare skin not hidden by your dress, seeking to know you through touch. All the while you stare into Jungkook’s smiling, excited eyes as his friend continues his tour of your body. His expression tells you you’re beautiful, you’re sexy, you’re desired. His hungry penetrating gaze and Tae’s roaming hands transform you into the goddess you always knew was within, awaiting release.

You’re so intent on his eyes, you don’t notice Jungkook’s hand leaving your waist to join the expedition, and the sudden feel of his curious fingers trailing up your inner leg, stopping just short of your already quivering slit, makes your knees buckle. His eyes light up with increased excitement. He leans forward taking a nibble of your ear, inching his fingers into your lonely passage, opening you, releasing your essence. They move inside you as if joining in on the dance. You let out an audible sigh as he exits.

"Already wet and we haven’t even begun the fun yet," he teases, holding up his slick glistened fingers for Tae to see.

Your inner goddess shrinks back a bit in embarrassment as you quickly look around at the throng of people dancing near you. “Stop that,” you giggle nervously as you grab Jungkook’s wrist in an attempt to lower his hand from view. But he’s too strong and you have little success in moving him even an inch.

“Don’t get shy now, baby,” he purrs as he brings his wet fingers to your lips, your hand still gripping his wrist. Then his lips follow, kissing you over his fingers, your tongues meet, exploring each other’s mouths, savoring your taste.

One of Taehyung’s exploring hands slips quietly beneath the hem of your dress. He cups the supple curve of your ass, squeezing once before slowly descending in search of the treasure below. Two of his long slender fingers slide eagerly into your now quivering walls and you feel the heat of his breath on your neck as his tongue lingers up behind your ear, his lips planting a warm kiss. 

"She's definitely ready," he growls, tasting your sweet nectar.

Grinding against you, it becomes evident they feel the same. Slick dripping down your thigh, you return the favor, palming both of their cocks, feeling them harden from your touch.

"You guys want to get out of here? We can go to my place.” The desperation in your request was fairly obvious.

"Be patient princess, we've got time," Jungkook utters, moaning at the tender grip you have on his stiff member.

His lips meet your neck and he nibbles and sucks, marking you, claiming you as theirs. You feel his bulging cock twitch in your hand when you lay your head back onto Taehyung’s chest, inviting him to mark the other side of your neck.

Just as he finishes leaving his second mark, the song ends. You lead them off the dance floor towards the VIP and they follow like obedient servants, making you feel powerful and seductive - a feeling you haven’t felt in a long time. Your inner Goddess beams with pride. 

They untuck their shirts as you enter the VIP, attempting to hide their arousal. But you know what awaits you beneath those layers of fabric. You felt the promise of what they have to offer and you can’t wait to claim your rewards.

In the VIP more rounds of shots are poured, the flirting and teasing continues, and everyone is drunk and oblivious to the private party taking place right in front of them. Welcoming kisses from their soft lips, deliberate caresses of your inner thighs, your body aching for more. 

As the night lingers on guests begin leaving, opting for a rideshare rather than the party bus. Your BFF is still on the dance floor with the man she decided she was going home with tonight, and upon noticing you’re still at the club she dashes over to the VIP.

“Give the driver your address, because I *hiccup* going home with Miguel! He knows how to Tango *hiccup* perfectly in this!” She quickly scurries back to him and they exit the club, his hand cupped on her round ass as they walk out.

You jot down your address on a napkin, Taehyung grabs it from you, slipping it into his pocket, having heard the conversation between you and your friend.

"Looks like it's just us, are you ready, baby?" Taehyung asks with his deep, seductive voice. The sheer tone sends chills through every orifice on your body, causing your skin to shiver and fill with goosebumps. Jungkook places his large hand on the small of your back, leading you to the exit. 

“Take the longest route to this address,” Taehyung insists, handing the driver the napkin and a hundred dollar bill, before following you and Jungkook into the private back section of the party bus.

Just as they had earlier, you sit across from them, teasingly spreading your legs, revealing your exposed core. Moaning as you dip two fingers into your warm core and pull them out, sucking and releasing them with a pop. 

Taehung eyeballs you while palming himself, nodding at Jungkook to give you what you’re clearly in need of. Standing up, Jungkook pulls his shirt over his head, unbuttoning and allowing his pants to fall to his feet, his hard cock standing at attention for you. He slowly crouches into a kneel in front of your parted thighs, his fingers linger over your slit, your whole body quivering with desire.

The sensation of his warm tongue feasting on your clit numbs all your other senses. A slow burn starts in the pit of your stomach, surging slowly through your veins with every suck, swirl and lick.  He plunges his tongue inside your succulent, tight walls as your euphoric orgasm comes to a peak. Fingers gripping his hair holding his head in place, your core grinding against his face accelerating your high.

"K-Kook I'm cumming!" The elevated tone in your voice summons Taehyung's lips to your mouth, muffling your moans, his tongue exploring your mouth, entangling with yours.

When you finish, Jungkook stands, wiping your slick from his chin before settling back on the velvet bench seat across from you. Watching him lustfully as he strokes his hard cock. Taehyung stands over you, large cock in hand ready to stretch your walls to the point of no return.

Before he has a chance, Jungkook calls him over, inaudibly whispering into Tae’s ear. They both look you over, sneering and smirking, mischievous grins on their faces.

“We’re keeping secrets now?,” you inquire playful, yet pouty.

“He said, ‘I don’t think she’s ready for what we’re gonna give her,’ so the question is can you handle it?” Taehyung questioned, his dark, hooded eyes filled with lust, ready to pound into you, filling you with his large cock.

Maybe it’s the alcohol you drank tonight, maybe it’s the lack of sexual release in the last 8 months, but the words that leave your mouth next surprise all of you.

“I’m ready to take whatever you’re going to give me,” your finger pointing daringly at Taehyung, which he obviously takes as a challenge.

“Come sit on it then,” Tae commands while using both hands to stroke his massive shaft.

You stand up, hiking your dress to your waist and walk over to him, straddling his thick thighs as you position him at your entrance. Slowly guiding him into you, walls stretching more than they ever have around his girthy cock. You feel him in your stomach, wanting to tap out, but refusing to lose a challenge.

He feels your hesitation once he’s buried deep inside of you, his large hands grip your hips, lifting you up and down, coaxing your hips to roll. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you close as he lays down on the bench seat, giving himself better leverage from the bottom. 

The sudden feel of a finger teasing the outer rim of your other hole surprises you, however, your body is aroused with ecstasy and you let yourself relax into it. 

That is, until you notice Jungkook stand and slowly make his way to you, throbbing cock in hand and a sly grin on his perfect face, fully aware Taehyung is only readying you for what’s to come.

He leans down and kisses you more softly than you expect, letting you feel the curve of his playful grin against your trembling lips before sliding down to your neck, trailing kisses along your nape as he moves behind you and out of view, only the feel of him mapping out his conquest betraying his location. 

Tae grabs your chin, forcing you to open your eyes, the fingers of his other hand still prodding and prepping that yet to be opened portal of pleasure. 

"Look at me, baby," he purrs, "focus on me."

You nod in acquiescence, almost forgetting the looming figure at your back as your hungry eyes lock on his and you continue your rhythmic hip slide up and down his enormous shaft.

Jungkook’s grinning lips and hot tongue disappear suddenly from your back, his hand bearing down gently until your face is mere inches from Taehyungs. 

Tae smiles at you with hooded, amused eyes. 

"Ready, baby?" He asks in a sultry whisper.

You don't have time to answer. All you can do is gasp for breath as you feel Jungkooks swollen head against your opening, rubbing against it, fighting Taes finger for room to enter.

Your entire being becomes filled by them both. You're consumed by the pressure of their hard cocks moving in unison, stretching and stimulating every nerve ending, forcing a deep moan to escape past your pressed lips.

Jungkook’s moans soon harmonize with yours, and Taehyung’s mouth forms a boxy smile of satisfaction at the sound. “I think he likes it as much as you,” he teases from below. But the only response you can manage is another groan as his hands slide to your ass, gripping each cheek and spreading them to allow Jungkook deeper access. 

“I do love a tight ass.” Jungkook growls into your ear, pressing you down, pinning you between their sweaty bodies as you struggle to keep your hips in motion, craving more of the sensation of their cocks moving against each other through your walls.

“Harder,” you cry out, finally able to form a word.

Tae, his hands still spreading your ass open, thrusts up and pulls you forward until he’s buried deep inside, almost forcing Jungkook out of you from within. Your mouth opens in a silent scream of desperation and your hands frantically grab at Jungkook’s solid thighs to keep him in place. 

Tae can’t take his eyes off your gaping mouth, and without notice he slides carefully out of you and from beneath you, leaving you with a hollow feeling until Jungkook’s arm slides around your waist from behind, lifting you, never exiting his conquered domain as he shifts to sit on the bench. He bites softly at your shoulders and back as he pulls each of your legs over his knees and spreads his legs wide, exposing your now empty throbbing pussy to Taehyung.

You stare at Tae standing before you, his glistening cock heavy in his hand as his thumb slides back and forth over the slick, fat head. The sight, along with the feel of Jungkook filling you up is more than you can bear and you reach down to slide your own fingers into the hot wetness between your legs to fill some of the emptiness, but the look in Tae’s eyes says he has other plans.

His accomplice sees his intent and quickly grabs your arms up over your head, holding them together by the wrists with just one large hand while the other hand runs over your breasts, lightly pinching and flicking your hardened nipples. His body never stops moving beneath you as he continues your rhythm. He laughs softly as you unconsciously attempt to pull a hand free to touch yourself with, desperate to relieve the building pressure. 

“You can’t be done yet, beautiful,” Jungkook instructs in your ear, his tongue running along its sensitive edges, making your eyes shut and your head loll back in pleasurable despair. “My friend hasn’t gotten what he really wants yet.”

You feel Taehyung move closer, hovering just outside of your entrance but not allowing contact, the heat of him radiating into you as if he was still inside. You squeeze your eyes closed tighter, enjoying the anticipation of what's to come, but then snap them back open, suddenly desperate to see his gorgeous face as he slides back into you. His boxy, mischievous smile returns as your eyes meet his.

“Please,” you suddenly beg, the plea surprising even you. His smile grows, and just as suddenly he plunges back into you, the friction of their cocks once again sliding against each other through that thin wall, sending shock waves of bliss through your body, and then he is gone again.

Before you can moan a complaint, Jungkook releases your arms and in one swift motion lowers you both to the floor, his pace and depth intensifying. You reach up greedily with one hand and lead Tae’s dripping cock to your ready mouth. Your lips stretch and your jaw aches pleasurably as you take in his girth. He groans loudly for the first time, the sound spurring you on as you take him in deeper than you’ve ever taken a man before.

You can feel the wetness drip from your aching, needy pussy; the taste of Tae and the depth of Jungkook taking you to new levels of ecstasy. You brace your knees and the palm of one hand hard into the rough carpet, ignoring the sting of pain as layers of skin were stripped away.

Jungkook’s hand slides around, three fingers immediately entering you, filling that void you so desperately needed filled. You regretfully release Tae, leaning back into Jungkook as an earth shattering orgasm begins to build within your body, allowing him better access to your opening. Tae quickly covers your open moaning mouth with his as his hand joins Junkook in its mission to push you over the edge. 

You bounce and writhe against the increasing hardness of Jungkook’s cock in your ass and the pressure of his fingers inside of you. You moan into Tae’s devouring mouth and shudder under the weight of his fingers rapidly rubbing your already swollen clit.

The first orgasm had been a mere fraction of what rocketed through your body this time, and both of them grip you tightly as you convulse under their continued attack. At its crescendo you feel Jungkook pull out of both of your holes, pulling you back against him as the warmth of his load spreads between your pressed bodies. Tae slides between your spread legs, forcing them wider, and reinserts himself into your overstimulated swollen cunt. 

Thrusting wildly, his stroke becomes uncontrolled, unpredictable, penetrating deep within your walls. Your orgasm that you thought was over returns with renewed vigor, repeaking, surpassing the crescendo and tumbling you into oblivion.

“Don’t fight it,” Jungkook instructs from behind where he holds you steady, one arm around your waist to anchor you, the other kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples.

Just when you thought you had reached your pleasure limit, Taehyung abruptly pulls out, his cum spurting hot and sticky against your inner thighs, the sweat from his brow dripping onto your breasts as he leans over you catching his breath.

You sag in Jungkook’s arms, unable to move, your muscles spent from the exertion. You can feel the pinging sensation of your nerve endings as they continue to fire off between your legs, like a post orgasm firework display. 

For a long time the three of you lay, spent and exhausted, naked sweaty bodies tangled together, only the sound of your heavy breathing and the hum of the bus breaking the silence. You feel… satiated. You feel euphoric. Your inner goddess is dancing.

Finally Tae stands and reaches out a hand to help you up. As you rise he pulls you to him, kissing you slowly and softly, lingering against your full lips. Jungkook rises behind you and begins to wipe away the mess he left on your back. Tae pulls away and looks into your eyes, his smile affectionately amused.

“There’s a restroom in the back,” he says casually as he releases you and takes a small towel from Jungkook. He pats his sweaty brow and you can only nod in response before sweeping your hot pink dress up off the floor and heading to the small airplane sized bathroom.

When you return they’re both dressed and lounging comfortably, drinks in hand, talking leisurely about nothing at all. And although you’ve all gotten to know one another extremely well tonight, you stand there in an awkward silence, waiting for one of them to notice you.

Tae turns to you first, his smile still amused yet kind at the same time. He approaches you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“You look pretty with your hair down,” he whispers, before kissing you lightly on the cheek.

“I like it up,” Jungkook chimes in, “easier to grab onto.” He winks at you from where he still sits and then finishes his drink in one gulp.

You blush, but whether it's because of Tae’s sultry gentleness or Jungkook’s sexy cockiness is yet to be determined.

Jungkook stands and heads toward the door, and only then do you realize the bus is no longer moving. You follow him out, Tae close behind, and the three of you stand looking expectantly at each other on the sidewalk as the bus pulls away.

You can’t let the night end like this. You don’t want the night to end like this. No matter how many times you claimed you had no intention of taking anyone home, you couldn’t have imagined this scenario. There was no way you were letting it end here.

You grab both of their hands and lead them through the front door of your building. Upon entering the apartment, your dress drops to the floor and you head to the shower.

As soon as Tae and Jungkook hear the water running they make their way to you, undressing hastily to join. No words were exchanged as they ran their soapy hands over your body, washing away the remnants of passion, taking special care of the sensitive areas. 

After drying off, they join you in bed, one on each side of you, holding you protectively as you all drift off to sleep together

[i97l0-1]

he knows he’s fine

[bangtan-wallpaper]

@ abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwzyz phone wallpapers 🪦

[alphabetboyluvr]

something borrowed | jjk

VIBES | first loves, a lil angst, a lil... infidelity (don't scream at me!!), no smut (a little teeny lips to kitty moment but no actual smut) jungkook's nose be doing things (smelling <3) cause when is it not?, mafia au

SOUNDTRACK | moth to a flame - swedish house mafia, the weekend ; mirage - elina

HOLLY'S NOTE | (originally posted april 2023) was in a tiktok hell hole of moth to a flame edits, and this is the product of it loool. posted on wp first!!

WORD COUNT |  2.8k

GLOSSARY OF TERMS | all relating to korean gangs 

Gyeongsang - the ancient name for what is now known as the Yeongnam district of Korea. It includes Daegu, Busan, Ulsan, and both Gyeongsang Provinces. It's essentially the South-East of the country.

Honam - the district of Korea which includes Gwangju and both Jeolla provinces. Essentially, it's Yeongnam's counterpart - the South-West of the country.

Pa - the term for a 'mob' in Korean, often affixed to regions or identifiers of specific gangs

Jopok - a term for someone involved in a gang 

THEY SAY you never forget your first love; that it's some sort of earth-shattering, universe-bending, life-debilitating experience. You learn from it; how to behave, how to act, how to break a heart, and - sometimes - how to heal one, too.

They're a funny thing, first loves.

Virginities are given and taken in all aspects of life; sex, declarations of affection, scathing remarks in the midst of arguments.

Jeon Jungkook has all of your firsts, and you all of his.

It had been a too-hot summer, and you'd been rebelling.

Fresh-faced, and terribly bored of the confines put in place by your father, Jungkook had seemed like a safe bet. 

Jungkook had always been a rebel. You made no change to that.

You'd gone to Busan looking for trouble. Like father, like daughter. He usually went there to fuck with Gyeongsang-pa goonies who didn't know their left from their right; to remind them that what Honam-pa may lack in their underground history, they made up for in their sheer moxie.

You'd gone there to fuck with Gyeongsang-pa goonies, too, just in the literal sense. You were on the cusp of nineteen, and still being held prisoner to Honam-pa hierarchy, or so it felt.

An easy target was found in the form of a boy skimming rocks against a settled bay. Leather jacket and a face of thunder, Jeon Jungkook had wanted nothing to do with you. Heard the tone of your dialect and knew you were one of them.

"Ain't no place for Honam bitches," he'd told you. Had made you laugh.

"And who are you?" You'd replied, voice condescending, eyes innocent. "Too scrawny to be Jopok."

He had smirked. Shook his head. "Yeah, and you're too vapid to be asking questions like that in a city that ain't yours." The pebble he sent hurtling into the ocean skipped once, twice, three times before sinking. He turned to look at you. Sighed. Figured you were at least a little bit more interesting than pebbles. "What's your name, Honam?"

As you stand in front of a mirror, seven years since that summer, you know Jeon Jungkook will be getting all of your lasts, too.

You're smoothing down a dress; white, lace, and everything a girl dreams of.

Well, everything a girl who wants a traditional wedding with all the bells and whistles wants.

You've always considered yourself an elopement kind of girlie; last-minute charity shop dress for you, and second-hand tie for your groom, in a city worlds away from 'home'. That's what you would have liked.

But you're Honam's Princess. 

This was always gonna be the way.

You'd never expected yourself to have a Gyeongsang-pa groom, but sometimes life works out in funny ways.

"It's bad luck," you say quietly as Jungkook approaches the doorway. It's a little before noon. Nuptials are at two. You've sent away your ladies in waiting, favouring these final moments alone.

"To see the bride?" he questions. He's not even started getting ready yet. Still in a pair of sweats and an old shirt that you remember from that very first summer. You wonder if he's wearing it deliberately now; if it makes him feel like he's young again.

He'd been so fresh-faced back then. His broad back hadn't yet been tarnished by a dragon, and his eyes had seen far less violence. His hands, too.

You nod. "Remember? I told you. You shouldn't see the bride on the morning of the ceremony."

Jungkook just shrugs. Pushes the door to, and walks further into the room to stand behind you. It's warm, but his presence gives you chills. It shouldn't do. Not when you know him as intimately as you do.

His fingers reach up to toy at the vintage clasp of your necklace. He asks, "Something old?"

You're silent as you study him in the mirror. He's not aged a day. Not really. Not in his eyes. The scar on his cheek looks a little deeper from his face filling out, and he wears his hair differently - he doesn't subscribe to the Gyeongsang-pa standard of short sides, long top anymore - but his eyes are just the same.

"Something old," you nod.

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, and lets the very tips of his fingers trail down your spine, until they reach the fabric of your dress.

"Your Grandmothers," he says. "I remember it."

You don't hide your surprise.

"What?" he smirks, when he notices the tiny little hum of confusion you do. "Was that first summer. You left it in my car once. Was karma for you chatting shit about your sister inheriting the opal ring."

"It was too small for her fingers!" you immediately protest, still standing by the fact it would have been cherished by you - though you do have an opal ring, now. 

It normally sits snug on your fourth finger, awaiting a dainty silver band to keep it company, but it's off today. Symbolic. Your wedding band is to be threaded on first, held in place by your opal forevermore.

"The necklace suits you," he offers. 

Thinks it really does; a small silver chain, links twisted with a single teardrop pearl resting on your chest. It goes back generations. Is a status symbol. Losing it in Jungkook's car had left you terrified for you both, no matter who would have found it - Gyeongsang-pa goonies or Honam-Pa. Would have been fucked either way. Fraternizing with the enemy was one thing - but fucking them?

Your father would have had Jungkook's head on a butcher's block within an hour of finding out.

Funny, how things change.

He strides over to the dresser, where a white shoe box sits open. Tissue paper sprouts from the packaging, and nestled inside are a pair of heels that he thinks are befitting of you. They're white, to match your dress, with ornate silver leaves trailing up and around the heels. You'll be a good few inches taller with them on, but he'd still dwarf you if he were to stand across from you.

A little taller than he was that very first summer, Jungkook is far more confident, too. Not in a brash, false bravado kind of way, but in such a way that he's learned his worth. Knows where he is in the pecking order. Works so much harder than you ever will, and yet will never be of equal status. Not in Honam Pa, not in Gyeongsang-Pa.

He sits on the chair beside the mirror and holds a shoe in each palm. His legs are spread, smile arrogant, as he taps the shoes together.

"Something new?"

"Careful," you say, not looking at him, tweaking a little bit of your hair back. "Yes. Something new."

He raises one of shoes, and nods to where the skirt of your dress pools on the floor. "May I?"

"Shouldn't even see-"

"See the bride, yeah, yeah, I know," he says softly. "Next time I see you, you're gonna be one of us. Let me at least spend a little time with you while you're still Honam."

"You've always hated that I'm Honam," you remind him.

He doesn't deny it.

"Just let me help you get ready for your party," he says, stern but gentle. He's always been like that with you.

He calls it a party, because he refuses to call it a wedding. Wedding is too romantic. Too foreboding.

You don't want to smile. He's so abrasive at times, so frustrating. You wonder how you ended up here; eyes full of adoration as you nod. "Alright then, Prince Charming."

You lift your leg just a little bit, but Jungkook knows your body, so doesn't give it a second thought as he reaches down to leverage it up. He strokes at your ankle, the heel of your foot, the arch. Smiles to himself when you shudder a little when his fingers ghost across the tiny ticklish section.

"Don't," you smile. "I'll fall."

He just shrugs. "I'll catch you."

That's the thing about Jungkook; he always does. Trusty, dependable, reliable. 

Sure, maybe occasionally he would be the one to tie your laces, but he would always catch you.

You've no laces on now. Any falling? All of your own doing.

Jungkook doesn't let the sentiment linger. Asks, "Something blue?"

You look down at him as he slides the second shoe onto your other foot, and wonder if showing him really will be pushing your luck - but hey.

He's already seen the bride.

What harm would it do if he sees a little more?

He holds on to your ankle for longer than he really should. Strokes his thumb across the top of your foot. Smiles. You press the pad of your now-heeled foot into the tiny space between his spread legs, keeping it elevated, and give him a look that grants him permission to explore.

Both of his hands stroke up your raised leg, smooth and silky, the fabric of your dress moving to reveal what's hidden beneath. He reaches your knee. Leans forward a little. Presses those lips you know so well against your skin. Keeps stroking upwards, hands spreading across your thighs before reaching a roadblock. Chiffon and lace intertwined, a baby blue garter is hooked around your leg.

Jungkook's lips trail from the top of your knee to just shy of the material that stopped him from venturing further.

"Something blue," you whisper.

He nods. Lets his nose rest against it. You've sprayed it with your perfume. He fucking loves your perfume. You've been wearing the same one since he met you, and it always gets him a little heated at times he shouldn't be. 

Isn't his fault though. He thinks you conditioned him. 

And yeah, maybe you had sprayed it in his car vents on more than one occasion, and maybe you had deliberately layered a pheromone-infused oil beneath it that entire first summer. Not your fault he happened to like it a little too much. Not his fault the scent always takes him back to those stolen moments with you.

Jungkook's teeth sink into the material. Draw it back. Let it ping against your skin.

"Kook," you whisper, as if your hands aren't in his hair.

His hands push further up your legs. Both of them, now. They reveal the lacey white underwear you purchased especially for the big event. It's a matching set.

"Thank God it's not a Church wedding," he husks, a sigh exhaling. His breath tantalisingly chills your now-wet folds. So inconvenient. "You'd burn the second you stepped inside."

Jungkook's lips trail further. Leave little evidence. He's learned how to do that over the years. Has left no traces of himself, well, ever.

There's hustle and bustle in the garden out of the rear window. A traditional-style wooden screen preserves your dignity; hides your Gyeongsang-pa goonie from sight.

The venue wasn't your choice. It's Gyeongsang territory, for a start. Your father had said it would be good. Would help with the treaty. Very little about your 'party' has been planned by you. Like most of your life, your father has an iron vice on proceedings.

Your underwear was the one thing you had total control over. Had even considered wearing none at all, as a bit of a 'fuck you'.

Jungkook pauses. Takes in the sight of you. Grips the flesh of your upper thighs. Curses to himself. 

It feels like he's staring at your lace-covered cunt for an eternity before his lips finally press against it. Your grip in his hair tightens.

You'll need to change your underwear before you walk down the aisle. That's fine. This underwear was never intended for anything other than this, regardless.

Because while yes, the groom shouldn't see the bride ahead of the ceremony, it's not like that matters here. Jungkook was always going to see you before the wedding.

His lips are slow as he withdraws, and simply says, "Something borrowed."

The implication is heavy; heart-stopping. Cataclysmic.

"By you?" You whisper, as his deep dark eyes meet yours.

He looks so pretty in defeat. It pains you - but you both know this is the least painful outcome for you both.

Jungkook shakes his head. Let your dress gather by the floor. Smooths it over. Reclines into his chair.

"By Min fuckin' Yoongi."

Neither of you speak for a moment. Hearing his name, especially uttered from Jungkook's lips, makes your blood run cold. For so long, you've avoided the topic.

It's impossible, now.

See, it doesn't matter if Jungkook sees you before the ceremony.

He's not your groom.

Yoongi is.

He's your counterpart; the son of the Gyeongsang-pa King. A marriage born out of a sacred treaty between the gangs; the promise that together they'll obliterate Sudogwon's unruly mobs that have been making their way south in recent years.

"It's not too late," Jungkook whispers.

But it is, and you both know it. You've come too far to back out now.

Negotiations have been made. Peace treaties signed. Deals across clans finalised.

You're Honam's Princess, but one day you'll be Gyeongsang-pa's Queen.

Jungkook will only ever be a pauper chasing after the big boys.

So you'll say your vows and exchange your rings, and Jungkook won't object.

He'll sit quietly, like a good boy should, and watch you seal your fate.

Will watch Min Yoongi slide a wedding band onto your ring finger.

Will smile to himself when notices your engagement ring holding it in place a few months from now.

Will remind himself of the old tales that go hand in hand with opal engagement rings. If the legends are anything to go by, you'll be a widow within four years. He can wait that long. Has waited far longer, already.

And if, by four years, his time still hasn't come?

Kings can be overthrown. Jungkook is as Jopok as they come. He'll fight dirty.

For you?

He thinks he'll fight to the death.

"You're too good for Gyeongsang," he tells you, neck stretched, the crown of his head resting between his shoulder blades. You're scratching at his hair, looking at him.

With a smile, you shrug. "I'll still be Honam. For you, I'll be Honam."

Jungkook nods. Closes his eyes. Leans into your touch.

"My Honam girl," he says quietly, and it makes you wish that you had just run away with him that very first summer. You'd suggested it after you first thought you had lost your necklace. Thought it would be the only way to keep one another safe - until Jungkook found it between the seats.

You'd thanked the God that you don't believe in at the time. Clutched the necklace over your heart, head tipped to the heavens, all while Jungkook looked only at you. Lucky, he'd said, unaware that it was the worst possible outcome for you both.

You should've run.

Should've fuckin' run.

"Go," you whisper, knowing it's too late for any of that now. "We've got a party to attend, and you can't show up in a pair of sweats."

He likes that you don't call it a wedding, either. Nods. Also knows he can't be caught sneaking from your room. There'd be hell to pay.

Jungkook gets to his feet. Kisses your cheek. Tell you how pretty you look. Slowly walks to the door, then turns to look at you one final time. Spares you from a final remark that could make you feel even worse about the situation.

"Kook?" You call, just because you can't bear to let him leave. Not yet. It's too soon.

He hums a response. Doesn't open the door just yet. Waits for you to speak.

"I wish we never met."

Jungkook looks at his feet. Smiles. Nods. 

"Me, too, babe."  And then, just because he needs it to be known, "I love you."

You don't turn to face him.

"I love you, too."

[1leliysworld]

When he smokes>>>>

[mrs-monaghan]

I thought p0rn was banned on twitter...

https://x.com/sogum_13/status/1836671132784824599

My husband walked in on me watching that part and he left for work speechless 😂

Jimin self proclaimed himself as the most perverted of the 7. So he knew what that would sound like when he suggested they both groan and moan like that. You cannot convince me otherwise. They both knew what they sounded like.

So here is my thing, antis will tell us that we like to sexualise Jikook. And I genuinely wonder how you can support Jikook and not venture into their sex life when they do things like this 😂

They got our minds going into the gutter throughout AYS

Here i couldn't unsee JK getting a handjob

Especially when he started rolling his eyes

And here i couldn't unsee Jimin getting a handjob

And on these, we can't unsee them about to kiss

Let's not forget that pool scene with JK warning Jimin that the pool was see thru and then later Jimin asking JK if he wanted ramen. We discussed that here

And to add the cherry ontop we got Jimin like this

With the subs at the beginning going "that's my Jungkookie"

Do we even have a choice here?

So I ask, surely, how can our minds not go there? You want us to stop "shipping" Jikook? Well, you're gonna have to talk to Jimin and JK about that because mofos ship themselves.

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06.10.23

Entregue pelo @stellaruniversestaff

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・❥・ Trapped Hearts || Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.

WARNINGS: 18+, stalker au, stalker!jk, stalker descriptions.

Part two: a life that’s so carefree

It’s been weeks, months even, since you broke you with him. Yet he still feels so close to you. So personal. It’s haunting the way you can feel his soft touch lingering on your skin as if he’s still around you. Maybe he is? You’ve been suspicious of this for awhile, every time you walk anywhere you feel him around. Or more like someone’s watching you. Every step you take, even in the comfort of your own home.

It’s gotten to a point where you slept with all your windows closed, blinds too. You loved having the window cracked open during the night for fresh air, but ever since you broke up with Jungkook you’ve had this eerie feeling of being watched. Your friends told you multiple times it wouldn’t be surprising if someone did stalk you, just because a lot of the men you were with before would become overly obsessed. You weren’t sure what it was that made them insane when you’d break up with them, but then again, men are truly just creatures of habit. Weak, shy and frail despite their stereotype or image. They’re emotional. Like little puppies who need constant care.

You walked home alone, the night dark and silent as you walked the familiar path towards your apartment complex. Large fluffy trees surrounding you either side of the pathway. The grass around you was wet and freshly cut, providing that that comforting smell. The street lights hued your figure in an orange cast, your features extenuated under the shade of deep amber. You looked behind your shoulder, that unsettling feeling of being watched present once again.

Your hair got caught in your reflective lipgloss, your red manicured fingers brushing them off your face. Your brows furrowed before you quickly turned to face the road ahead of you again. You wore a much simpler outfit tonight, black fishnet tights, studded with little crystals that could never outshine the sparkle In your eyes, your dress was a deep burgundy color, it looked like the velvet dress he bought you. The valley of your breasts lightly covered with the black lace hem. Your body was covered with a black leather bomber jacket, hair flowing effortlessly over your body.

You looked beautiful as always and it made him throw his head softly against the tree. Sighing to himself. Has he gone insane? He’s never been like this over anyone but you. Watching your every move, making sure you’re safe. You’re okay. It was freaky. He was freaky. It wasn’t cute, to be this obsessed with you. He was drooling just at the distant sight of you. God he was pathetic.

When you got within safe distance for him to follow you again, he wasted no time to catch up with you. He was dressed in his washed out baggy jeans, blue hoodie covering his face and posture perfectly. He still kept a good distance away from you. Still, seeing a man walking in dark clothing behind a woman who’s vulnerable, it spooked you. You walked faster, as fast as your legs could take you in your black heels. Out of instinct sharing your location with not only your friend Laura, but with Jungkook too, you knew he’d protect you if it came to it.

You: someone’s following me, a man. Call me in ten minutes. If I don’t answer after the third ring, call the police.

SEEN

Jungkook: got you b

You continue walking as fast as you could, practically breaking your ankles as you ran up the stairs of your porch. You locked the doors behind you, quickly running around the house to close all the blinds. You sat on your bed now, head in your hands. You’re too paranoid. The ringing of your phone is what makes you jump. Jungkook.

You answer the phone, his voice was low like he was whispering, “hello?”

“Hi”

“Are you okay? Did the creep stop following you?” He asks, standing directly across your bedroom window. Leaned up against the far wall, one foot up against it behind him, his hoodie still covering up most of his face as he held the phone to his ear. Eyes never leaving the silhouette of your figure pacing your room behind the blinds.

“Yeah,” you sounded panicked, “I mean I didn’t look back I just went home straight.”

Fuck, he’s such a prick.

She sat across you brows furrowed and eyes concerned, “did you report it to the police?”.

“Come on now Yuna, you know well the police don’t give a shit unless I know who the person is or have evidence.”

She nodded, stirring her cappuccino as you held your own between your palms, “so what are you going to do?”.

Your eyes frantically scanned the room, full of anxiety, “I’ll share my location with you and Laura and Jk, at all times.”

He stood leaned up against the black marbled wall holding up the tall building, away from your vision still he could see you perfectly. You were inside your favourite little cafe, with Yuna of course. You talked fast, your eyes skittish as they danced around the room every few seconds, probably spooked from last night. He watched as you raised the white mug to your lips, your tongue darting out to lick the foam of your lips.

He watched you with pride, with so much love even though what he was doing right now was far beyond creepy and disgusting.

Yuna decided to walk you back to your workplace, “you need to invest in a car y/n, if worst comes to worst, you can run the creep over.”

“If only I could afford one” you chuckled lightly.

You threw yourself into work immediately upon coming to your cubicle, spending hours calculating numbers and statistics, percentages and such that one major company may need. It was exhausting, but it also stopped your brain from overthinking. Stopped you from thinking about your potential stalker, whoever it may be.

If only you could see him, know who it is. You’d kill him with your bare hands. That’s a lie, but you’d still like to believe you’d fight against the creep. Your manic working was interrupted by your co-worker tapping you on the shoulder,

“I’m sorry, there’s some guy waiting for you outside? More like demanding to speak with you.”

You frowned, a guy? The only guy you know is Jungkook. A bit afraid it might be your stalker waiting for you, to kidnap or maybe even kill you or something.

You turned to your co worker, “tae? Would you mind going down with me?”

Taehyung doesn’t question, he simply nods with sincere eyes.

The walk down to the bottom floor had your stomach doing flips, nerves running rampant as if you were willingly walking into a trap. Your heart settles down a little when you see Jungkook, leaning against a shiny white Mercedes. A new car?

“Kook? What you doing here?” You asked, voice still so sweet and soft.

“I came to bring you your new weapon.”

He holds the keys in the air, your eyes close to popping out of their sockets. You meant well when you told Jungkook you’d remain only friendly with him after the breakup, but this man must not know what friendly is.

“Thought you’d benefit better from it, if worst comes to worst you can run the creep over.”

The sentence he says is exactly, word for word, like Yunas from earlier today. It sends a little shiver down your spine but you ignore it and smile at him, “kook-“

“Shut up and take it Y/N, I owe it to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Clearly I must have done something wrong to lose a woman like you..”

“Jungkook, I broke up with you because of personal reasons. Nothing to do with you.” A lie… it was everything to do with him. His mother to be precise.

He was loaded. So were his parents and you were just a middle class girl living in your mums old home working a job that pays well.. at least for interns. Still it didn’t sit right with his mother, she kept accusing you of leeching off of him. Which was now where near the truth.

“I won’t leave until you take the keys Y/N.”

Shaking your head you take the keys, “I’m only borrowing it.”

“Sure” he laughs.

You came home early once again, only this time all the lights are on in your house. What the fuck? With a fastening heart rate you press the accelerator down, going thrice the speed limit but you couldn’t care. Not when you were two seconds away from breaking down. Doing a loop around your village you finally end up at your destination.

You knock wildly on the door, tears forming in your eyes, the door doesn’t open. No one answers, he must be asleep. The rain starts lashing, soaking the cotton dress on you printed with little lilacs. Your hair drenched in the rain. You pull the top of the vase of the little flower off, finding the key to his fancy apartment. You waste no time entering his home without his permission. You’re sure he wouldn’t mind anyway.

The place is dark, not a single light on. You turned the hallway lights on, “Jungkook? It’s me Y/N”.

You run around the apartment, turning on every light on your way. Nothing. Finally, you enter his room. You turn the light on, nobody’s there once again. You take a look at the room, it was messy, some type of pictures laying scattered all over the floor. You bend down, sniffling they’re just selfies of him. You smiled softly at the picture of him with his head against a tree in the dark of night “weirdo”.

You sniffled again, you’re definitely getting sick. You raised yourself back onto your feet. Walking around his room and cleaning up the scattered papers and pictures until you find his opened laptop. Your breath hitches, eyes widening and jaw slacking as you scroll through the pictures. It was you. The pictures of all the times you felt you were being watched, you in front of your mirror in your room, you walking through the little park on the night you texted him about someone following you. You were looking behind your shoulder. You in the cafe. You in your work place. You, you, you. Every picture was you. As you closed the tab, his wallpaper was you in the pub dancing. That same night he was following you through the park.

You felt sick the more you looked through his stuff. The selfies, they were all of him taking pictures of himself outside of the places you were. What the fuck. You were going to get sick, holy shit. You rushed out of his apartment, dizzy and nauseated. Holy fuck.

As you run down the stairs he walks up around the corner, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N?”

You got stuck, you mumbled something incoherent before you finally spat it out, “I was just gonna come up but nobody was answering the door.”

“Sorry I was out with Jin, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I have to go though, Yuna got drunk again so I have to pick her up.” You chuckled nervously.

“Okay… stay safe? Call me when you’re home.”

“Yeah absolutely.” You smile quickly at him before you rushed back to the car.

The car he gave you … incase of the creep. The more you struggled to breathe the more you became nauseated. Quickly, you pulled out of his driveway. Heading straight back to your place.

The first thing you do after locking your door was throwing up in your toilet. Your breathing was harsh as you slid down the wall of your bathroom. He was right there, all along. He was the one who was your stalker. Right under your nose. It made you feel another wave of nausea. Trying your hardest to not breakdown.

Why would he do that though? Why would he make you so scared, so anxious about going out living your day to day life became a nightmare. Because of him. Fucking hell.

You took a couple deep breathes before you got back up. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you stripped yourself off of your soaked dress. Slipping on your leggings and sweatshirt. You were about to press the call button, to ring Yuna. Until a series of knocks echoed through your house. A shiver ran down your body, that dreadful nauseating feeling taking over your body once again.

You entered your living room, watching the door as he continued knocking.

“Baby, cmon, let me in.” He called out in his innocent voice.

“It’s not at all what it looks like, I promise.”

The thunder rolled right after his sentence, lighting up your rather dark living room in a shade of blue.

What do you do now?

A/N: hope yall enjoyed this little Drabble :).

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