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jungkook97 · 1 year ago
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it's a bad idea, right? || jjk & myg
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pairing: jungkook x female!reader, yoongi x female!reader word count: ~8.8k rating: ma genre: romcom, smut (not too detailed though!), fake dating to lovers, non-idol!au, roommates au, jungkook is a lovesick little bitch, y/n is toxica and aloof, yoongi is y/n’s “perfect” ex who she wants back
summary: yoongi and y/n broke up and she wants him back. desperately. so much so that she got a fake boyfriend (aka her annoying BUT attractive roommate) to get him jealous.
what a terrible idea.
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notes: UM i didn't intend for it to end that way but i'm horny for the both of them saur. yeah! sharing is caring lol
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BANG. BANG. BANG.
You emerged from the sheets, silent.
BANG.
“I know you’re in there,” a voice echoed through the door. You grimaced, sitting up. It was your roommate again and frankly, you had enough of the guy.
It has been a few days since you and Yoongi had called it quits and you had warned very loudly to your roommate, Jungkook, that you’d be on an emotional rollercoaster for the next few days. It was a clear warning from the jump that you would be loud in your cries, perhaps unkempt and smelly from the depression, and so on and so forth. You said you weren’t going to see him so much as you’d be in bed, eyes puffy and red. 
“Am I being too loud?” you asked the obvious, but Jungkook just sighed, body shifting against the door.
“Just open the damn door. I need to talk to you.”
Grumbling, you pulled the blanket off your body and slinked over, slowly cracking the door open. 
“Jesus, you look terrible!” Jungkook exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing together. He broke into a little chuckle to himself before you told him to kindly fuck off with a soft smile. Even though Jungkook can be the biggest asshole, he still didn’t entirely pissed you off. 
Probably because the kid is very attractive, you thought to yourself, sighing. Oh, pretty people. Getting away with everything per usual.  
“What do you want?” you got straight to the point. It was at least midnight at this point, and you couldn’t help but to realize that you hadn’t eaten. Of course, you didn’t plan to have dinner, especially with Jungkook being around and making fun of your cooking (What a jerk, you thought, he could flawlessly make anything). Nonetheless, your stomach betrayed you anyway, gurgling as Jungkook pointed at you as if you’ve been caught with some marijuana or something. 
“Ah, I was about to ask if you’re hungry because I made some extra food and there it goes~” he hummed, laughing as he slid the door even more open. “Come on, it’s tasty. You know it’s always tasty…unlike my lo��”
“Okay,” you interrupted, sickened by the sexual innuendo. Men were truly disgusting, especially Korean men and their porn-obsessed brains. It didn’t help that you found the most Korean guy possible as your roommate, but at least the rent isn’t too bad with him and he doesn’t try to make any unwanted moves. To you, he was a diamond in the rough. “Let me freshen up and I’ll be there.”
He smirked, standing upright.
“I’ll see you!”
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And so the two of you had a very late dinner. He wasn’t wrong with making suyuk (“I just winged it~” he bragged, which made you roll your eyes) to your level and taste, and you gobbled it right away. He was right: you were pretty hungry. 
“So, how’s it been?” Jungkook began some small talk as he poured another glass of highball for himself. The man goes through bottles of Jack Daniels like it’s water, but at least he isn’t a lightweight. Koreans and their alcohol, you thought. 
“Miserable,” you mumbled, chewing the rice slowly before grabbing another slice. “It’s barely day 3 and I miss him so bad.”
“I told you, he’s probably fucking other bitches,” he snorted while plopping some more pork on his plate. “It’s Min Yoongi after all.”
Your heart sank at the mere possibility of it, swirling your chopsticks in your bowl. Jungkook was right. It would’ve been different if Yoongi was still that shy underground producer when you two first met, but he was a hot shot now, collaborating with all kinds of U.S. producers and even collaborating with Major Lazer on a track recently. There were rumors even Beyoncé had plans to cook up a beat with him, but it has been hard to keep track of him. Yoongi was getting too popular for your taste, and that was what led to the breakup in the first place. Distance, misunderstandings, and then a big argument. The typical stuff. 
You sighed, putting your free hand to your chin, thinking pensively. There has to be a way to get him back. There was no way you were going to let Yoongi slip from your hands. He was the perfect guy: sweet, empathetic, thoughtful, literally so good in bed (your body just quivered at the fact that his tongue healed your past horrible hookups and situationships)...the list went on, and you were so sure it was gonna be endgame. Two years of good memories, all for a stupid argument? 
You should’ve fought harder, but Yoongi’s words cut so deep. He was a producer after all. The man’s pen got Grammy nominations. Beyoncé was calling him up. How could you compete with that? That was a losing battle to begin with.
Unless…
“Jungkook?”
“Hm?” his eyes looked up from his phone screen rather nonchalantly.
You leaned in, folding your leg underneath your bottom before scooching closer to him. 
“Do you want to form an alliance?” you said in the best The Office’s Dwight impression possible.
“What?” he asked blankly. 
“Do you want to be my fake boyfriend to get Yoongi back?”
You couldn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth. It was a stupid idea, idiotic. There was no way it was going to work: you always talked shit about Jungkook to Yoongi. How the hell was he going to be convinced that you fell in love with Jeon Jungkook? 
You quietly gagged at the possibility, but you also knew deeply that no other man would do it with no strings attached besides him. You couldn’t explain why though: maybe it was because of how aloof the guy was, or maybe he seemed pretty good on paper. Despite being annoying, Jungkook was attractive, had a nice job, and was also not a bad human being. He might not be the perfect guy, but he’s…
…okay.
Just. 
Okay.
Jungkook put his finger up to his chin, rubbing it quietly to himself. You stared back at him, waiting for an answer.
“So?” 
“What’s in it for me?”
You shrugged.
“Uh, out of the kindness of your heart?”
Jungkook snorted. 
“That isn’t good enough.”
“What do you want then?” you crossed your arms, frowning. “Sex?”
“Ew!” Jungkook immediately gagged, grimacing at the thought of you two doing it. “God no.”
“Money?”
He shook his head again.
“Nah.”
You were growing frustrated, growling under your breath.
“Then what?”
“Sana’s number.”
Your eyes widened.
“FUCK NO,” you yelled back, hissing at Jungkook’s eyebrows raising up twice and him smirking. 
“What, you want the man back or not?” he mocked. 
“She’s….precious to me,” you whispered. You two were peas in a pod and were really close, protective over each other even. You knew Jungkook was going to go there though, especially with the way he openly stared at her when she was at your guys’ place a couple of weeks ago. 
(He also kept asking if she was going to come back. Jungkook was not a slick guy in the slightest.)
“You. Want. Him. Back. Or. Not?” he repeated again, crossing his arms. “It’s simple. I’ll do whatever it takes for you to get Yoongi back, and I'll get Sana's number at the end. You know I won’t be creepy towards her.”
He was right. If he was the type to send dick pics, he would’ve sent you one already.
You exhaled deeply, extending your hand out for a formal handshake.
“Deal.”
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And so, you two began to plot. Since Jungkook was in the music industry himself, it was pretty easy to “run” into Yoongi. That was always the easy part though. The harder part was to actually look like a couple with your fucking incredibly sophomoric roommate. 
Jungkook was younger than you by a couple of years, and was a bit of a fuckboy. No, more like a major fuckboy. In the beginning of your tenancy at the apartment with the man, he would always invite girls to his room and they would fuck (loudly), pissing you off. He wouldn’t even give much warning, but it wasn’t until a month or two ago when he completely stopped his antics, and well, got nicer to you overall. You didn’t get why though, but you were not going to question it either.
And so, you held your breath as you two made your way to the café Yoongi always went to in the morning before heading to the studio. You were panicking, hands all clammy as Jungkook’s eyes were on you before rolling his eyes.
“Come on, you can’t act like this,” he piped up as you two waited for the street to turn green for pedestrians. “The more you get nervous about it, the more it’s going to look fake as hell.”
“You think I don’t know that?” you exhaled sharply, wiping your hands on your skirt before extending it out to touch his. “Grab my hand.”
He did it immediately, and it took you slightly aback. First of all, he didn’t protest or whine when he did, and secondly, his hands were unbelievably soft? You couldn’t believe Jungkook actually used actual lotion, and his grip was just right. Not too rough, but firm and inviting. 
“Get closer to me,” he instructed, his linked hand pulling closer toward his body as you went along as he rested his head a bit above your head. On the count of three, the two of you walked in unison across the street as onlookers were clearly staring at the both of you winging it to the coffee shop. You could feel your hands producing more and more sweat making it slippery, but Jungkook never once let go. In fact, he held even tighter to your surprise.
“Where is he?” he muttered under his breath as he cracked his neck to look around the shop. You did the same before noticing a lightly curled dark-haired man you knew too well. Yoongi was sitting down drinking his little double shot espresso, eyes already set on the both of you. Your stomach lurched forward at his pensive eyes, scanning the situation as you nudged Jungkook to look over. 
You two were inconspicuously in line for a coffee. It was the easiest way to sneak in without causing a scene, you two decided the night before. As the line moved forward, you were still staring into Yoongi’s eyes. Despite being with him for two years, you could never really read him very well. It was a part of his charm: he was so mysterious, yet so intimate. 
“Ah,” you saw his lips make a vowel as he sat up in his seat, suddenly interested in what was going on. Jungkook looked over nonchalantly before looking back at you, eyes locked at the menu. You, on the other hand, weren't looking too hot. 
You kept staring at Yoongi and you couldn’t tell if he was jealous or even remotely upset. He just looked void of emotion like he always did, just how you remembered him. Surely, he wasn’t happy, and maybe you could take that as a victory. 
But oh, his face. You missed it so much. You love this man so hard and if only you could just go over there and kiss him on the spot, you would. His lips were firmly pressed together before he finally looked down in his coffee cup, making you exhale sharply, butterflies in your stomach.
Is he…upset?
“You gonna order?” 
Jungkook’s voice rang through your ears as you realized you two were at the front of the line. Hastily, you ordered as Jungkook heaved heavily, putting his hand up as you pulled out your card to pay.
“I got this, sweetheart,” he replied almost naturally before tapping his card against the card reader. You were stunned at the sudden drop of the pet name, but he was playing his role relatively well. 
“I guess you’re working really hard for Sana’s number after all,” you whispered under your breath as Jungkook rolled his eyes again, grabbing the ticket number.
“Yeah, and I would’ve loved it if you were better at acting because it seems like I’m doing the heavy lifting here,” he grumbled back, pulling you with him to the other side of the counter. You could feel Yoongi’s eyes following you two as your back turned against him, looking at Jungkook directly, cheeks slightly flushed.
“I’m sorry, I’m just…” you paused, trying to find the right words. The atmosphere seemed really warm all of a sudden as you were slightly dizzy. “...flustered.”
“Yeah, no shit,” he replied back, chuckling. You could feel the envy in the room as he did that. You forgot: Jungkook was a pretty hot guy, and well sought after in the showbiz scene. 
You two had some small talk then, but as quiet it could possibly be due to the NDAs you two signed in regards to your jobs. It was a normal conversation you two would regularly have, but you were very self conscious about looking more “couple-y” in front of your ex. As the two of you sat down to wait for your order, Jungkook put his arm behind you against the table (you assume) to assert dominance, and you put your hand on his lap. Weirdly, you felt him stiffen a bit, but you didn’t think much. It was probably a sensitive area for Jungkook: after all, he was pretty used to a lot of girls touching him in a sexual way. 
“Order for J-K!” the barista called out. It felt like the entire shop, including Yoongi, was staring at the both of you as you two stood up to take your drinks. As you took a sip with confidence, the both of you left the shop with Jungkook opening the door for you, continuing on whatever nonsensical conversation you guys were having. Jungkook followed you closely as you slowly made a grin, nudging the guy.
“I think that was pretty good,” you giddily squealed. He rolled his eyes once more, creating a bit of distance between you two. 
“It was passable.”
Ding. 
You pulled out your phone, seeing what you’ve been waiting for. 
[MIN YOONGI: Was that Jeon Jungkook you were with just now?]
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It was working, she believed. All Jungkook did was just roll his eyes. 
It was a stupid idea, almost idiotic. It was like high school all over again, except they were past their quarter life crisis and Jungkook was terribly bored. His little whore phase was over, and he was in need of some “no strings attached” fun. 
You were always fascinating to him when you moved in. Most girls would avoid renting with a Korean man in the first place after hearing horror stories about people like him in Korea, but she took a chance anyway. He wasn’t sure if you were stupid or if you were just incredibly brave, but the comedy fodder you’ve gotten in the past year was worth it. All of the hilarious stories from her side of the industry made Jungkook’s life a bit lighter and less depressing. After all, turning down people’s dreams was not what Jungkook wanted to do with his life.
Knowing that he could fuck around with some popular producer’s feelings made him feel good and honestly, you weren’t a bad match for him. 
He wouldn’t admit it, but he had a little crush on you, on God. You were pretty, smart and didn’t seem to care about the glitz and glamour of Hollywood, and that was way different from the many girls he has been seen with. Admittedly there was a long list of women who would love to have a bite of him, but he was getting tired. LA women can be too dramatic at times, and you were the opposite of that.
Every night, you two had dinner to go over what happened that day, and little did he know that he would eventually grow super fond of you, suddenly talking about you and the antics you two were pulling to his friends. Mingyu was the first to pop the question if you two were actually dating, but Jungkook kept denying, saying it was an elaborate scheme. 
“Why are you doing it? Clearly it’s not out of the kindness of your heart,” Mingyu would tease him while Jungkook had a few shots in him. “Admit it, you actually like her and fake dating is easier to deal with than actually asking her out.”
Jungkook denied, denied and denied some more, emphasizing he wouldn’t catch feelings. Yes, Jungkook put his heart on his sleeve constantly, but fake dating is fake dating. There was no way he would pass those boundaries, but as the dinners continued, the more he felt that there was something there…a spark, even. 
One night, you were on the couch just texting as Jungkook was working out nearby, heaving and puffing. He was keeping his eyes on you subconsciously, seeing you smile and grinning at small things as his mind went wild as to what it was. Maybe it was Yoongi you were texting, or a whole new guy together. It drove him insane, and he couldn’t help but to feel rather territorial. Sure, he knew a lot about you at this point, but he also didn’t know everything about you.
“Who are you texting?” he impulsively asked, setting the dumbbells down as he pulled his arms up in the air, stretching. His lips escaped a groan as he cracked his neck, kneeling down to meet at her eye level.
You looked up, eyes locked in with his. His heart leaped forward as she grinned, putting her knees together to her chest. 
“It’s Yoongi.”
Jungkook’s heart sank. 
Sank…?
Oh fuck, Jungkook thought. No. Oh no. 
“What are you guys texting about?” he felt himself ask, again with not much thought. Were they sexting each other? Were you already back with Yoongi already and you were just messing with Jungkook’s feelings? His mind was running wild suddenly, and he felt a bit…strange. Upset, maybe.
“None of your business!” you retorted back, putting your phone closer to your chest, laughing. 
Jungkook’s tongue protruded from his cheek as he played with his lip rings and folded his arms. 
“What do you mean, ‘it’s none of my business’? Don’t you think your fake boyfriend should know what’s going on?”
He was getting heated, his nostrils flaring. He should know what was going on, especially if maybe they’re really together all of this time and he was being played. Jungkook hated being played, and he felt like he was being royally screwed over at this point.
“Okay, you can tone down the fake jealousy,” you laughed, turning the phone around. He walked over immediately, kneeling down to see the text conversation. It wasn’t even with Yoongi, but rather with Sana. 
Fuck.
“Oh, fuck off, you’re so annoying,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, going back to his dumbbells. You giggled, opening the camera app to take a photo of him working out.
“Say hi to Sana! Flex a bit so she gets intrigued, come on~!” 
Jungkook sighed loudly, ignoring you. It was then he realized something was deeply wrong with this situation, something that Mingyu was making fun of him about. 
And so since then, he started catching feelings, especially when the two of you had dinner one night at a nearby restaurant after hearing Yoongi was going to have dinner there as well with supposedly a business partner. You were really nervous about the whole ordeal once again. 
It seemed that every time you two did anything in the presence of Min Yoongi, you were nervous about it, much to Jungkook’s annoyance. But he gritted his teeth anyway, fixing your dress as you fidgeted in it despite looking ravishing in it. In fact, he was trying not to look at you as much to avoid getting flustered, but he couldn’t help it. You looked beautiful in a forest green mid-length dress, makeup as light and perfect as Jungkook liked on you. You looked effortless, and that was something he really liked about you. 
“Do you think he would say something in person after this?” you asked seriously, putting on your diamond earrings. 
Jungkook was leaning against the bathroom counter on his phone, trying to hide the fact that he was getting annoyed again, his body temperature rising as all she was asking about what Yoongi would think and how they would appear in front of him. At this point, he was getting tired, and frankly, he wanted to just get the man to whisk you away or whatever so he can move on. Jungkook knew you didn’t feel the same in any capacity, and perhaps that was best. It was messy to get into it with your roommate out of all people, and Sana would be a great distraction for him. 
You two looked really good together though, Jungkook admitted to himself. As he looked up at the bathroom mirror, he could see how well you two matched together, how well your hands fitted in his, and how easy flowing your guys’ conversations were with each other. It was as if you two had known each other for a while, like friends from the past life or something. 
If only you two could be more than friends.
Or is that….too much to ask? 
“Hey silly, let’s go! Reservation’s in an hour!” you snapped him out of reality. He shook himself awake and cleared his throat, his eyes locking with yours as he gulped nervously after. You looked…gorgeous.
“Y-yeah,” he replied, taking his jacket with him as you turned the bathroom light off. Grabbing his hand, you two made your way out of the apartment and into the elevator where Jungkook stood behind you, taking you in. There was a slight hair out of place and he instinctively put it back into place, which made you flinch a bit. 
“Anything in my hair?” you asked, patting the area down. 
He met eyes with you again, this time invoking a feeling of warmness and softness that he didn’t know he was extruding. Surely, you weren’t noticing it entirely, staring back at him for an answer. He was clearly unraveling in front of you, but you were too worried about what Yoongi was going to wear or what he was going to say to you (if he was going to say anything to you, that is). He fell in love in that elevator, and he was down bad. 
“Uh, no,” he made sure to reply back to not alarm you, putting his hands into his pockets and staring at the ground. He was clearing his throat again, feeling as if he had caught something. There wasn’t anything infectious though, just a big ball of nerves and anxiety caused by being lovesick. 
He was being a big fat loser for love, just like Mingyu had predicted.
Mingyu was right. Jeon Jungkook was in love with you.
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You two got to the restaurant in record time, and there Yoongi was, having dinner with another woman. You held your breath as you gripped Jungkook’s hand a bit tighter, making his stomach churn in nervousness. 
“He’s with someone,” you stated the obvious, biting down your bottom lip as you were trying not to cry. You had gotten the info about the business partner through Jungkook, but something told you that he was just trying to spare your feelings. Min Yoongi was on a date with someone and you didn’t like that at all.
And so, you turned around and leaned into Jungkook’s ear, requesting him to put his arm around your waist. He did it almost immediately as the server took you to the table, “coincidentally” in front of Yoongi and his supposed date. 
As expected, Yoongi saw the two of you immediately, frozen stiff as you made eye contact with him before looking at Jungkook with the lovey-dovey smile you conjured up on the spot. Now was the time to make him feel absolutely uncomfortable, regretting breaking up with you.
You leaned in to Jungkook, who at this point was in his damn feelings, and planted a kiss on his cheek. He turned a light pink, playing with his lip rings as you laughed unnaturally, planting your bottom back in your chair. 
“What, you’re flustered suddenly?” you giggled, pushing your hair to the side to show your sharp collar bones and chest. You could see Yoongi shift uncomfortably in his seat, biting his lips as his date continued talking about God knows what. 
You smirked. You were getting his attention. 
“Of course,” Jungkook answered back with a lot of sincerity, trying to mask it as him being a great actor. Of course, he was disheartened that you kept staring behind him, but he kind of didn’t care. Yoongi was getting pissed off, and that was what kept him going honestly. Maybe he couldn’t have you, but at least her ex was not having it. It was kind of twisted, but Jungkook weirdly liked it. “You know how I feel about PDA, my love.”
“I thought you’re the type to like showing that I’m yours,” you flirtily replied, making Jungkook’s heart literally skip a beat. You were pulling out all the stops in such a pathetic and unapologetic way, and it was making him feel really good. 
“Yeah, you are mine,” he smirked, grabbing your hand to squeeze. “You’re always going to be mine, no one else’s.”
Yoongi’s tongue poked out of his cheek, stifling a chuckle. The tension in the room was high, and you enjoyed every bit of it. 
You two didn’t last through the appetizers before Yoongi excused himself to the bathroom. You did the same, hoping to run into him. 
You did, almost too perfectly. As the two of you stood next to each other in the shared sink area, Yoongi stood next to you. His Invictus cologne enveloped your nostrils as you smiled, remembering how much that used to drive you wild. 
“So you’re with Jungkook for real, huh?” Yoongi turned his body towards you, chuckling. “I didn’t know you’d lower your standards like that,” he continued, flipping his hair to the side. 
“Please,” you scoffed. “Like that girl you got is any better than me.” 
“She’s looking for a producer,” he emphasized, smirking. “I knew you would think it’s a date. Do you think I have time to see anybody right now?”
You turned off the faucet and shook your hands dry. 
“Yeah, I know,” you replied nonchalantly. “That was why we broke up, remember?”
Yoongi swallowed sharply at the comment, making you feel rather elated. He was clearly hurt. 
Now you want him to want you back.
There was a moment of silence between you two as you took a paper towel to dry your hands and you did it painstakingly slowly as he looked directly into your eyes, probably trying to decipher what you were thinking. You stonewalled him, just like he did with you in the last few weeks of your relationship, unwilling to say anything to fix the rift you two had. Yoongi wasn’t that perfect like you thought of weeks ago: there was a reason why he broke up with you. He was an asshole, unwilling to spend more time with you, confiding in you. Even Jungkook, your fake boyfriend, was a better listener than Yoongi was sometimes.
“I know what you’re doing,” Yoongi said simply, leaning against the wall. “You’re trying to make me jealous.”
Your stomach lurched forward as you swallowed shallowly, clearing your throat to hide it. Yoongi’s lips curved into a smirk as he slowly leaned into you. 
“You’re trying to make me fucking jealous,” he repeated, this time in a lower tone, almost growling. You felt as if he knocked the wind out of you, his breath so close to you. This was the Yoongi you remembered, the guy who wouldn’t mince words, but rather, said it upfront. It was incredibly sexy of him, and it was the most attractive quality. It was the reason you two got together, and the chemistry was impalpable. 
Kiss him. Or at least say something. 
“And what if I was…?” you taunted back, your hands getting closer to his against the sink. You two were incredibly close at this point, lips almost touching. “Are you fucking jealous, Min Yoongi?”
His lips leaned in even closer, barely touching your own. 
“Maybe.”
Your heart skipped a beat. You had him in your fingers, and it was a power play that you knew Yoongi loved, and almost missed about you. You were a thrill for him, and despite how turbulent the relationship was, you two always had that energy with each other. 
He held his breath as you pulled away sharply, teasing him. His eyes turned dark as you smirked.
“Well, that’s too bad,” you replied. “Wish I could do something.”
And with that, you clicked your heels in the opposite direction, strutting away in your best model walk possible, making sure Yoongi was able to see every inch of you swaying your round hips with your dress. You just knew that he was checking you out as you smirked, walking back towards your table.
Jungkook’s eyes looked up when you returned, his demeanor a bit more serious than ever before, mainly because he could see Yoongi trailing behind you, smirking. His cat-like dark eyes looked back at Jungkook’s big and impressionable ones with a dark envy, a kind of territorial way that made Jungkook’s stomach bubbled in jealousy. 
He wasn’t sure what happened to the two of you in the bathroom, but he knew something happened and he did not like it.
Later on in the night as you gushed about the bathroom incident, Jungkook’s mind was going haywire, trying to grapple with his own feelings about the current state of affairs. There has to be a way to get out of this situation. He needed Sana’s number to drown out what he was feeling, and he needed it now. 
As he continued to give one-word answers and hums, you raised an eyebrow as he slammed the front door behind you, plopping onto the couch.
“Is everything okay?” you asked, setting your purse on the coffee table in front of him. 
Jungkook, deep in his phone, responded in the driest manner,
“Well, it looks like we got the man jealous so…” he put his hand out toward you. “Give me Sana’s number.”
You blinked.
“What? We’re not done yet!” you argued, putting your hands on your hips, shocked. “The rule was I give you her number when Yoongi wants me back!”
“Well, technically he does because he’s jealous,” Jungkook emphasized, scrolling through Instagram, putting more focus on the jealous part of the sentence. “He’s probably gonna ask that tomorrow or whatever, so give me Sana’s number.”
You squinted your eyes, leaning closer toward him to match his eye level. Jungkook could sense it as his heart beated faster as he peered up, shrugging.
“What?”
“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” you questioned, slowly breaking into a smile. “That’s why you’re ignoring me.” 
Jungkook sighed. You were incredibly terrible at catching cues, but for once, it was a blessing in disguise. It wasn’t like you were going to return his feelings anyways so it was best that there was this kind of miscommunication. 
“Yes,” he lied straight to her face. Keep being the good actor you are and she’ll never know. “Now hand it over.”
“Alright, alright,” you replied, pulling out your phone. “You do deserve it. You looked like you were pretty jealous back there and I’m pretty sure Yoongi felt a certain type of way about that.”
Jungkook’s stomach churned uneasily as he let out a small laugh, licking his lips and playing with his lip rings. 
That wasn’t acting, his brain yelled to you. I was pretty fucking jealous, but I can’t really admit it, can I? 
It felt like a whole joke, but at least it means it was over. Jungkook didn’t have to play the fake boyfriend game anymore because it would risk him falling in love with you even more. A good time with Sana would make him forget as he was the type to move on easily. Or rather, that was what he hoped anyway. It was hard to tell, as you two got pretty damn close. 
It doesn’t hurt to try. 
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Weeks passed and the conversation has been extremely dry for Jungkook. Turns out Sana already was seeing somebody, and you were being very obtuse about contacting Yoongi again. While he wasn’t sure that you two went on dates together, it seemed that the jig was revealed and you two were in the talking phase with a noncommittal promise that Yoongi would take you to this fancy gala hosted by the company. Jungkook found this out the night before the gala as you two had yet another home cooked meal together. 
“—but yeah, he said he would get back to me later tonight about it,” you updated him, munching on some stir-fry chicken that the both of you made together. As you were cooking the chicken, Jungkook kept stealing glances to look at you, occasionally almost cutting his own finger off in the process. Again, you noticed, but again, you chalked it up to Jungkook just being clumsy. 
In fact, you had thought of the possibility of Jungkook actually liking you because well, you weren’t entirely stupid when it comes to the age-old trope of fake dating. But, you instilled a lot of trust in Jungkook that you felt like it was just you being full of yourself. Surely, you were a looker and any man would check you out. Also, your chemistry with Jungkook at this point had been strictly friendly, and if he was into you, he would’ve made moves already like he did to most of the girls he picked up. 
Of course, you had no idea he would act completely different around girls he hooked up with versus girls he actually likes. 
After a moment of silence, Jungkook asked a rather weird question, uncharacteristic of him.
“Hey, I was uh, thinking if you wanted to smoke some weed with me tonight. You know, just to unwind.”
You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head.
“What, really? You’re not much of a smoker if I remember correctly.”
Jungkook looked down in his bowl, playing with his rice. 
“I know. It’s because I get kind of weird with it and like…” he continued fumbling with the rice even more, “I don’t know, I feel comfortable with you enough to where I think I’ll be okay.”
You pouted, smiling a bit. How cute of him, you thought. He trusted you so much. 
“That’s adorable.” 
Jungkook’s ears turned a light pink. 
“Yeah uh…I can pack the first bowl, if you want.”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
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You couldn’t believe what was happening. You were making out with Jeon Jungkook. 
It came absolutely from left field, something that you never thought when you sparked up the first bowl that you would end up in this position. You literally had no crazy and unhinged sexual thoughts of Jungkook up until that point. Besides admitting to yourself that he was very attractive, you were too close to him to even think about him in that manner.
And yet, you kissed back, and you kissed back hard. 
You couldn’t explain it, but you knew you were a touchy person when you were high. It didn’t matter who it was, but the more comfortable you got, the more you put your whole body against his, laughing with your whole body as you leaned onto him for support. 
He didn’t contest at all. If anything, he held onto you even tighter, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer to him. You felt yourself flush red by his sudden strength, by his sudden forwardness. That was what you liked about Yoongi, or rather, what you liked about in a man in general. 
Why was he so forward, you thought to yourself in passing. Why was he so…..fucking….hot to me right now?
There was something about the way his eyes lingered on your lips for way too long as you two calmed down, something about the way your head just fit perfectly above his shoulders and collarbone, something about the way the lighting was that made him look like you could just fucking kiss him. You wondered what his lips taste like suddenly, what his lip rings felt like against your own lips, how much he would’ve loved it if you just teased him, pulling against the metal with his hair pushed back and tugged on.
You could hear him moan your name softly, just begging to do more with you, tugging on your thighs so you could sit properly in his lap. 
It was a moment that felt like a dream and a blur, something you couldn’t be able to describe. You felt so good in that moment, and he felt so good on your lips. It didn’t feel wrong at all. If anything, it felt so right and so serendipitous. 
It’s the weed, you were thinking to yourself as your guys’ lips parted. There’s no way this could be this good sober. 
Jungkook’s eyelashes detached from your own as he opened his eyes, smirking almost too confidently. Your eyes widened at what you two had done as you lifted up your legs to get off of him. He held you back, putting his hands on your hips.
“Where are you going?” he purred, his head snuggling into your shoulders. “I thought you wanted more, baby.” 
Your spine tingled at his words as his hands roamed up and down your back, massaging at the right places. You held back a moan and gasped sharply instead, shaking your head. 
“Jungkook, I—”
“You what…” he continued, his lips nibbling your neck. “You’re with someone?” he slowly began lifting up your shirt. “You’re not with anyone…you’re not even committed to him.”
You tugged your shirt down, shocked at how incredibly seductive he was. As his head tilted up to look into you, he was gone, his eyes red but filled with unbridled passion. He wanted all of you, and he was getting possessive and aggressive.
You could feel your body starting to feel a certain type of way about it. After all, you hadn’t slept with anybody in a while, and the mere fact that Jungkook was all over you was turning you on. You were always physically attracted to him. His chiseled abs, his sharp jawline and his strong biceps sometimes distracted you. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were starting to realize the chemistry you two had to be more than friendly at some point. 
What if…this whole time…all of his teases and clumsiness was just him flirting with you?
Your stomach dropped at the fact.
“I want to make you feel good,” he mewled, his hands gripping on your ass as he kept kissing your neck. “I hate seeing you just waiting at the door for that fucking guy when I literally have been dropping hints on how much I want you. I want you so bad…so so bad.”
His hips began rolling against your own as he grunted softly, his eyes bearing deep into yours. He wanted you incredibly bad, the type of desire that you didn’t know Jungkook had within him. It reminded you of Yoongi himself, except by now, he would’ve eaten you out.
You felt bad. Felt bad for wasting Jungkook’s time up until this point, and felt bad that you had been ignoring him. All this time when you were trying to chase Yoongi, he was there by your side, just pathetically wanting you like a lovesick puppy.
Your heart sank at the thought of it as you pulled away, cupping his face. His eyes were half-lidded, drunk from the passion and desperation. 
“Jungkook, I can’t do this,” your eyes began tearing up. “I can’t have you be like this. You’re my friend and I just…” you sniffled. “I don’t see you anymore than just hooking up right now.”
He blinked slowly, biting his lips. 
“I don’t fucking care,” he replied simply. “I don’t fucking care if you don’t like me back. Even if we were to fuck now, I don’t care if you don’t catch feelings. As long as you’re mine at this moment and nobody else’s. As long as you think of me the way you feel about him at this moment…” his lips made a small pathetic smile, “You can use me, I don’t fucking care. I want you too much…way too much. Just to fucking taste you, I’d risk it all. I’d do anything for you...”
He slowly dropped off the last syllable, slowly dozing off to sleep. You sighed deeply, putting his head back against the couch. As you slowly got off of him, you saw the time, realizing it was already the morning of the gala. 
Fuck. What do I do now?
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[MIN YOONGI: Are you ready to go?]
[MIN YOONGI: I’m on my way.]
[MIN YOONGI: I’m here.]
You and Jungkook were staring into each other’s eyes from across the room. He wasn’t trying to put up a front anymore as he swallowed hard, sticking his tongue around the edges of his mouth. 
You two were dressed up to go to the same gala, except this time, it wasn’t together. You couldn’t help but to feel a great distance between you two since last night, and it has gotten incredibly awkward. 
Jungkook apologized profusely after he had woken up, but it was through a closed door. You locked yourself in your room at that point, trying to reorganize your emotions about everything. You were replaying every moment you two had in your head as things began to make sense. Jungkook was clearly in love with you and didn’t have the heart to say it, and you took advantage of him. You wondered if it was the right decision to even go to the gala at this point, as it would stick the knife even more that you guys weren’t seeing each other. 
In fact, you forgot about Yoongi completely since last night, wondering if all this time you were just chasing that feeling of being wanted or needed by a strong-willed guy instead of Min Yoongi himself. Yoongi still made you nervous, but that feeling also came back as Jungkook knocked on your door, begging to talk to you. Your stomach was in knots, just thinking about how he kissed you so passionately last night, how much he wanted you…
You were thinking twice about this gala date. Badly. 
[MIN YOONGI: Hello?]
As you wore yet another revealing dress, all dolled up and pretty, you opened the front door, swinging your purse over your shoulder as you hastily text back:
[YOU: Sorry, I’m coming!]
With one more look at Jungkook, who at this point was looking at his phone, you closed the door behind you and there you went, breaking his heart even more to pieces.
It didn’t take long before Yoongi was all over you. The moment you got in the car, he immediately pounced, making out with you in the same passion and energy as Jungkook did the night before. He desperately wanted to taste you, and perhaps, twenty four hours ago, you would’ve relished every moment of it even more than you did now.
“I fucking missed you,” he breathed as he parted his lips from you, leaning back against the driver’s seat. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you sent me last night…”
You forgot. You had sent some spicy nudes to him prior to getting high and frisky with Jungkook. 
How fucking awful, you thought. You were really messing with these men’s feelings. 
As Yoongi backed up from the parking spot with one hand, he wiped his mouth with the other free hand before putting it on your lap. 
“Fuck, I wish I was Jeon Jungkook, that fucking bastard,” he growled, shaking his head. “The fact that that kid is in your house when you took those is not fucking right.” 
Your stomach lurched at the mention of his name. Fuck, you were all over that guy last night. It seemed on the surface that Yoongi knew you did. Maybe perhaps he was in the apartment with you two as your tongue swirled around Jungkook’s, your hands pressed against his stiff, hardened chest as his dick did the same, wanting to fuck you desperately. 
Maybe Yoongi would’ve joined you guys, volunteering his tongue to eat the both of you out. The thought of the both of them fucking you at the same time was getting you feeling a certain type of way, but you shook that nasty thought of yours aside. 
God, you were so fucking toxic for both of them. What the hell are you going to do? You can’t have both of them. 
Can you?
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, laughing quietly to yourself. What a hot mess you were in.
Yoongi heard you and looked at you with a big smirk. You snapped back into your horniness immediately, fantasizing fucking the both of them. Just the idea of the both of them taking turns as you relished in having both was exhilarating for you. 
“Fuck what?” he said in his low voice. “You want to fuck before the gala starts?”
You bit your bottom lip, closing your legs as if you were being shy about it. 
“If you want…” you batted your eyelashes not-so-innocently. “I’ve been missing that fucking tongue of yours.”
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Despite coming later, Jungkook didn’t see you at all. As he craned his neck around the hotel conference room, he didn’t see Yoongi or you. Could it be that you two had skipped it all together? He wondered, but also, that dreadful feeling in his stomach that the two of you were together made him feel sick. 
Of course, he had no idea you were getting eaten out by Yoongi in the backseat of his Mercedes GT in the parking lot, trying to not make much noise as people began to pass by the vehicle. 
What you loved the most was Yoongi’s fixated stare on you as he made sure to get you to orgasm before coming in. You knew how much Yoongi took care of you during sex, and the fact that he was willing to give just showed how much he missed you and wanted you incredibly badly. 
What made you more turned on was the fact that you fantasized about Jungkook watching the both of you through the tinted glass, jerking off just outside of the car. You imagined how much he whined about wanting to get inside to fuck you too, joining in on the action. 
You relished the idea of a threesome, even though you knew the both of them would hate sharing. That turned you on even more as you came in minutes, sloppily kissing the living hell out of Yoongi as a thank you. 
As Yoongi delicately put back your thong in place, you sat up and fixed yourself as he chuckled darkly, wiping his mouth with his suit jacket. You leaned in, fixing the tie that he swept over his shoulder to position himself in front of your spread legs from earlier. 
“You still taste so good babe,” he purred, kissing your lips. Sweeping his tousled hair back with his hand, he opened the door behind him and stepped out the car delicately, extending his hand out after like a chauffeur gesturing to their passenger to get out. 
You giggled, sliding your bottom across the red leather seats as you got out, pulling your dress back down. Grabbing your hand, Yoongi pulled you closer against his frame, smiling widely at you.
“Let’s go in.”
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Your eyes were scanning for Jungkook. You wanted some minutes with him too, and it didn’t take long before you found him in the corner with a drink, eyes already meeting with yours. He looked like a lovesick puppy that needed immediate attention, and you wanted to give that to him. 
As Yoongi gave you a light smooch and excused himself to talk to Thomas Wesley, you snuck toward the back of the room where Jungkook was. As you sultrily strutted toward his direction, Jungkook straightened himself up immediately, clearing his throat as you confidently pushed him against the wall.
“Fuck, what the hell,” Jungkook exclaimed. His eyes widened at your eyes, darkened with sexual desire. 
Before he could say more, you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the gender neutral bathroom door, whispering in his ear,
“Do you want to finish what we were doing yesterday?”
Jungkook was taken aback by your words, completely speechless. He didn’t know what else to say other than one word of confirmation and there you went, whisking Jungkook away to give him a few minutes of your time.
As you pinned him against the wall and made out with him, you thought of Yoongi banging on the door, demanding to come inside to see the both of you unraveling. Jungkook didn’t take much time to explore your body and specifically, your still very wet and well-licked pussy. 
“You fucking whore,” Jungkook hissed, his fingers rubbing deep in your folds. “Yoongi was here first, wasn’t he?”
“Mm,” you mewled back, putting your arms around his neck. “I decided I want the both of you at the same time, same place…” 
Jungkook’s head was spinning. 
“Fuck you,” he growled, slowly jerking you off. “You’re such a cheater, a fucking whore.”
“Am I?” you moaned back, leaning into his body. You were quivering at how fast Jungkook’s fingers were going as you tugged his belt open, unzipping his pants. “You guys are so hot, how can I not want to be filled up by both of you?”
Jungkook pulled his fingers away and turned you around, bending you over. You gasped sharply as he led you to the sink, your hands on the opposite sides of it. Pushing your thong out of the way and pulling your dress up, he pulled his pants down, showing his hardened dick. 
“Well, let me go first then,” he tapped his dick on the side of your ass as you moaned softly before going into you, filling you up. You gasped loudly as you straightened up with Jungkook putting his arm around your neck, fucking you senselessly. You tried your best not to scream out loud to not alert any of the guests, but fuck, Jungkook was incredibly good. 
He didn’t take that long before he finished cumming on your exposed ass before beginning to fix himself up. As you pulled your dress down, furious knocking was heard on the other side of the door. The both of you cursed quietly to yourself as you went over, hair still slightly out of place as you opened the door slightly to see who it was. 
“Fuck, you had more fun without me?” 
Yoongi scoffed as you closed the door behind you, sheepishly fixing the bottom of your dress. 
“I’m sorry, I guess I’m having a bit too much fun with the both of you,” you laughed lightly as, to your surprise, Yoongi’s lips turned into a smirk. He wasn’t angry. If anything, he was relishing at the idea of the both of them taking turns on you. It was then you remembered how much Yoongi enjoyed public sex in general.
Licking his lips, he pulled you around the waist as he nuzzled your neck. As you two made your way towards your table, he whispered,
“You want another round with me in an hour?” 
Throughout the night, the both of them rotated you around. It was the best that you could manage and soon enough, by the end of the night, you three were back in Yoongi’s Mercedes, having a great time. As Yoongi finished his load in you in the backseat and Jungkook finished himself in the passenger seat, all three of you hummed in satisfaction. You sat back up into Yoongi’s lap as he wrapped his arms around you, leaning against your shoulder.
“Maybe this could work out,” Yoongi broke the silence, chuckling. “I mean, I don’t want to see you fucking her myself, but we can have a little arrangement together.”
“I don’t mind,” Jungkook smirked, pulling up his boxers and pants. “It’s not a bad idea, right?”
You grinned, kissing the both of them separately before responding,
“Yeah. It’s not.”
[END!]
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yooboobies · 17 days ago
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how to take care of your yoongi ↳ a guide by bangtan
{cr. namuspromised, 0613data}
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kimtaegis · 9 months ago
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nose scrunches & bunny teeth >ᴗ< for @jkvjimin ♡
cr. namuspromised, qdeoks
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c0llisiion · 1 month ago
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✦ C0LLISIION’s
KINKTOBER’24 ✦
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♱ HEY GUYS! I have decided to participate in kinktober this year cus i realised i haven’t posted anything throughout September 😭 THIS IS MY FIRST EVER KINKTOBER SO IM REALLY EXCITED!
This kinktober will be strictly for BTS, STRAYKIDS and ATEEZ. In the span of a month, i will be posting short drabbles on the weekdays and not the weekends (to avoid burnout) excluding the first week, with a total days of 25. the first fic will be posted on OCT 1 and the rest will come in the following order.
Warning: some of the following prompt/kinks might be uncomfortable to some readers, so please refrain from reading further. Fics will be short drabbles and nothing more than that. Please be respectful and cooperative with me! Tysm!
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✦ day 1 - namjoon : titfucking
✦ day 2 - hyunjin : hate sex
✦ day 3 - hongjoong : prostitution
✦ day 4 - hoseok : dubcon
✦ day 5 - bangchan : corruption
✦ day 6 - choi san : virginity
✦ day 7 - taehyung : breeding
✦ day 8 - jeongin : lactation
✦ day 9 - jimin : praise kink
✦ day 10 - lee know : humiliation
✦ day 11 - wooyoung : sensory deprivation
✦ day 12 - mingi : somnophillia
✦ day 13 - felix : noncon
✦ day 14 - lee know and bangchan : double penetration
✦ day 15 - seokjin : public sex
✦ day 16 - mingi, yunho, and seonghwa : moresome
✦ day 17 - yunho : spanking
✦ day 18 - seungmin : exhibition
✦ day 19 - yoongi : voyeurism
✦ day 20 - han jisung : deepthroating
✦ day 21 - changbin : panties
✦ day 22 - seonghwa : pregnancy
✦ day 23 - yeosang : face sitting
✦ day 24 - jongho : cockbulge
✦ day 25 - jungkook : masturbation
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A/N : hope yall are excited as much as i am!! 😭😭😭 stay tuned!! <3
If you want to be part of the taglist please comment!!
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btsjk-biased · 3 months ago
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Fun time in the pool
[ video source cr. moreloveforhobi ]
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userjiminie · 3 months ago
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Jimin and Jungkook matching each other's freak in Episode 4 of "Are You Sure?!" cr. ouranxingg
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jkvjimin · 16 days ago
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(174/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡
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taee · 4 months ago
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??????? (for @jung-koook ♡)
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oddinary4bts · 2 months ago
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To Give a Helping Hand | ch 3 (jjk)
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☆summary: when you finally come over to his place, Jungkook realizes he'll need more of you.
☆pairing: idol!Jungkook x female reader
☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI)
☆genre: smut, idol!au
☆warnings: unedited, curses, alcohol, an NDA (brief mention), explicit content: grinding, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), edging, begging/praise kink, spitting, jerking off, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), creampie
☆word count: 3.7k
☆a/n: i was horny i guess lmao hope you enjoy! this is unedited so beware for typos and stuff that doesn't make sense haha love y'all <3
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There’s something about you that Jungkook can’t quite figure out.
Maybe it’s the way you signed the NDA when you got to his place, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with playfulness. Maybe it’s the way you teased him, threatening to spill his secrets with a wink that went straight to his dick. Or maybe it’s the way you told him he can’t tell anyone about you either.
It can be our secret, mmh?
Your words have been resonating through him since he made you dinner And he only did so because he wants to spend some time with you, to get to know a little before he actually fucks you, and all that shit. He’s just trying to be decent. But ever since you walked into his apartment with that skirt of yours - showing your indecent, strong legs, and thighs he wants to be crushed by - Jungkook has known he’ll get his dick wet tonight.
Hell, he knew it even before that, but the sight of you has been making him feel feral. It’s nothing new - he’s been feral for you ever since the first time he saw you at the gym, with that stupid Cooky keychain he hated then.
He doesn’t hate it anymore. In truth, he doesn’t even give a shit anymore. Maybe it’s because you have him wrapped around a finger, and he’s ready to make you see stars.
“Thank you for the food,” you say as you sit back in your chair, toying with the glass of the wine you brought. 
He tilts his head to the side, offers a small smirk and says, “Anytime.”
Your eyes glint. They glint like jewels in the sun, and it strikes him deep. “Does that mean it’s time for me to repay you?”
Fuck. His blood shoots down to his dick, and Jungkook stirs in his chair.
“I think we’re on uneven grounds, mmh?” he lets out.
You cock an eyebrow. “How so?”
“I haven’t seen you come yet.”
You smile a small, secretive smile, looking at your wine. “Does that bother you?”
“It does.” He shifts in his chair, leaning closer to you. He suddenly hates that you’re sitting on the other side of the table, but he’ll be patient tonight.
He wants to savour you until the sun comes up.
“So tonight is all about me?” you tease.
He can’t help the small laugh he lets out. “Oh, I think we’ll both find our pleasure.”
It doesn’t take you long after that to get up, walking around the table. Jungkook pushes his chair away from the table, and you straddle his lap with the quiet confidence he likes about you, lowering yourself on him until he’s sure you can feel his dick on you.
And he feels you, feels the warmth radiating off of you, and he already knows his climax will hit harder than it ever has.
“So,” you purr, circling your hips. “What do you want to start with?”
His hands find your waist, and he gently rubs you with his thumbs. “Why don’t you take your shirt off?”
You’re a brat. You’re a fucking brat, because you pout, saying, “Can’t do it for me?”
He’ll go insane tonight. Thoroughly, completely insane.
What will be left of him in the morning?
“You want to play this game?” he says, voice low.
You blink innocently. “What game?”
Jungkook gets up, carrying you with him. Your eyes widen in surprise, but you recover quickly, wrapping your legs around him. And he meant to carry you to his room, but your lips find the side of his neck, and you suck hard.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and he immediately directs himself towards the wall, pinning you against it. “You’re impatient.”
You lean your head back against the wall, looking at him through your lashes. “Maybe a little.”
It spurs him into action - Jungkook captures your mouth in a languid kiss, parting your lips with his tongue to taste you. He can taste the food and the wine on you, but also a taste that is so distinctly you that he sighs in relief.
He’s a man starved when it comes to you, and he doesn’t know what to make of it.
Jungkook grinds his hips, rubbing his length on you. You whimper in his mouth, your hands pulling on handfuls of his hair, and he hisses in pain, though it only turns him on more. Still, he kisses you, sucking on your lower lip and teasing it with his teeth. He doesn’t bite down too hard, doesn’t want to hurt you, but when your tongue toys with his piercings, he knows he needs to have you now. So he makes sure he’s holding you up with one hand, and then slides the other one between your bodies. 
He makes quick work of pulling your skirt up, and then his fingers deftly push your underwear aside. One digit parts your folds, tests your wetness, and his dick twitches in his pants at just how slick you already are.
“Who’s impatient now?” you purr.
He feels an inherent need to shut you up, and so he dips his finger inside of you up to the first knuckle, swallowing the needy moan you let out. And then he’s pulling his hand away, bringing it up to your face, and he pulls away from the kiss to push his finger in your mouth.
Your lips wrap around the digit, your eyes blazing bright, and you suck on it, your tongue teasing the pad. It reminds him of how your mouth felt on his dick the last time he saw you, and he grinds into you again, loving the way your eyebrows bunch together with pleasure.
He can’t wait to hear you moan his name. That, more than anything, pushes him to pull his finger out of your mouth, and to then carry you to his room. You busy yourself on the skin of his neck as he does so, and he grunts when your tongue teases the earring he’s wearing.
“No hickey,” he reminds you when you go back to sucking on his neck.
You stop, pulling away just enough to meet his gaze. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice.”
He’s reached the bedroom by then, and Jungkook puts you down on his bed. He takes his shirt off while you make yourself comfortable on the bed, and he throws the piece of clothing on the floor before climbing on the mattress. You immediately spread your legs for him, and he pushes your skirt up to reveal the black lacy thong you’re wearing.
It barely even hides anything, and he can already tell that you’re slowly soaking the fabric.
Jungkook doesn’t miss the way you’re eyeing his chest, lust and desire swirling in the depths of your gaze. Your eyes, glistening earlier, have turned darker, and he can’t help but admire you for it.
You’re beautiful. Beautiful in a savage, strong way that he can’t even describe. Maybe it’s your muscles, or that quiet confidence you carry yourself around with. Or maybe it’s just the way his body reacts to you - his lust for you is wild, feral, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jungkook bends down to kiss you, hand sliding to your wrist when you run your hand through his hair. He pulls your hand over your head, pressing it into the mattress right as you wrap your legs around his waist again. 
“Be nice and don’t touch me, mmh?” he tells you.
He doesn’t wait for your answer. He’s already sliding down between your legs, readying himself to finally get the taste of you that he’s been craving. And there’s something sinful about your skirt, about your black lacy thong, so he decides to keep your clothes on, hooking one finger in your thong to pull it aside.
You’re gleaming with your slick juices, your pussy flushed red with arousal. Jungkook just knows you’ll feel divine on his dick, but first he wants to lap you up.
And so he does, leaning forward to push his tongue between your folds. Your taste is heady, inebriating, and he grunts as one of your hands shoots to his head as if you’re trying to push him closer.
“Nu-uh,” he tuts, kneeling between your legs. He grabs your hands, puts them over your head, and then says, “Don’t move.”
He doesn’t break eye contact as he slowly unbuckles his belt, and then takes it off. Doesn’t break eye contact as he ties you up with it, making sure to not make it tight enough to hurt, but still tight enough to restrain your motions. 
Your breath is ragged when he sits back on his heels, tilting his head to the side as he smirks. “Now, if you move again, I’ll tie you up to the bed too, m’kay?”
You flash a lustful smile. “Maybe I’d like that.”
It turns him on far too much, his dick rock hard in his pants. He rubs himself, watches with manly contentment as you look down at him and bite at your bottom lip.
“Careful, baby,” he says. “If you’re too much of a brat, you’re not getting anything tonight.”
“As if you can resist me.”
He can’t. He knows he can’t, so he abstains from replying, instead choosing to make you regret your words. Indeed, he goes back to your pussy, pushing your underwear aside once more to blow a breath on your clit that makes you squirm slightly. He loves it, loves everything about how your body responds to his. Even more so as he dives in, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it lightly. You moan, somehow shy, and he looks up at you to see your jaw as your head is thrown back.
But you’re obeying, hands gripping at the pillow over your head, and Jungkook knows he’s got you right where he wants you to be. So he unleashes himself, feasts on you until your moans grow louder, his name intertwined with your pleasure. His dick hurts in his pants from lack of stimulation, and he starts palming himself as he eats you out, as your juices cover his chin.
Circles after circles around your clit lead to it growing sensitive, flushed with so much arousal he knows you’re teetering close to your orgasm. But he won’t give in yet, won’t let you come even though he thinks the sight will entrance him, will make him worship you like a goddess.
So instead, Jungkook pulls away, blowing another breath on your clit as you whine.
“Fuck, why’d you stop?” you complain.
He smirks, waiting for you to look down at him. 
“You think I’m just going to let you come like this?”
You clench your jaw, chest going up and down rapidly as if you’ve just sprinted down the street. “You’re a little shit, aren’t you?”
He bends down, bites at your clit lightly yet it makes you cry out in pleasure, and your hands shoot to his head. 
“What did I say about touching me?” he warns.
“Jungkook…”
“Hands up, baby,” he tells you, kneeling between your legs. “I think we have to tie you to the bed.”
You obey, yet Jungkook resists from restraining your movements further. Hell, he might want to edge you, but he also wants you to be a brat, to tell him how much you want it.
So he kisses you wild instead, lets you taste yourself on his lips as his hand lets go of your wrists where he’s pinned them over your head again. He trails his way down your side, lifting your shirt so that he can graze the skin of your stomach lightly, and you let out a breathy sound that he thinks might have been his name.
“What?” he asks.
“Touch me,” you say, eyes fluttering open to meet his. 
Your gaze is sex-crazed, a clear indication that he indeed denied you an orgasm, and Jungkook sits back on his heels. 
“Where?”
“Are you always like this?” you ask.
He nods. “Only with pretty girls like you.”
He doesn’t think you like the mention of other girls - he’s been with plenty of them, but evidently that’s not something you’d want to hear. So he decides to stop teasing, to finally let you ride the wave of your climax.
If only so that you stop looking disappointed. And so Jungkook brings his hand between your thighs, collecting your juices on two fingers before slipping them inside of you. 
You’re tight. Or maybe your walls just fight against him for a moment, relaxing the second he starts rubbing on your velvety spot. Your hips raise from the bed, your back arching as you moan loudly.
“Fuck, Jungkook,” you cry out.
“Feels good?”
“Yes.” You wet your lips, gaze meeting his. “Eat me out at the same time?”
He tilts his head to the side, the predator and you its prey. “Why should I?”
“I’ll suck your dick after.”
His dick twitches in his pants at your crude words, but Jungkook ignores it. “What makes you think I want that?”
“The fact that -” Your words are interrupted by a loud moan, your walls momentarily clenching around his fingers as he pushes them in and out of you quickly, his thumb rubbing on your clit. “That you came down my throat last time.”
He bends down to whisper against your lips. “Open your mouth, baby.”
You look like you want to fight him, but he knows you’re nearing your high. Indeed, your gaze has lost its focus, your cheeks are flushed red, and your breathing is ragged, so much so that he wonders if he should give you a break before fucking you.
When your lips part, Jungkook doesn’t hesitate before he spits in your mouth. You moan in answer, your walls fluttering on his digits.
“Fuck,” you curse. “I’m so close.”
He knows it. He knows it, because you’re growing impossibly tighter, and your eyes are screwed shut now, your eyebrows almost touching. So he gives in to your earlier desire, going back between your legs to wrap his lips around your clit.
He only has to suck on it once, teasing it with his tongue, for you to crash into your high, and you moan as you come, your walls pulsing on his fingers. You taste divine, like the ambrosia of the gods, and Jungkook laps you up, guides you through your orgasm. And it lasts a while, wave after wave after wave crashing into you until your thighs are shaking, instinctively closing around his head.
Only then does Jungkook pull away, looking down at your ruined panties as he slips his fingers out of you.
“Holy shit,” you let out, and the breathy laugh that follows makes Jungkook pause, eyes widening as he looks at you.
“Yeah?”
You nod. “Fuck. Yeah. That was…”
He toys on his piercing, everything in him waiting for the praise. But it doesn’t come, and his dick hurts in his pants, and all he wants is to bury himself deep in your hot wetness. So he moves away enough to remove his pants, and then he fists his cock, stroking himself as he waits for you to look at him. When you do so, he slowly takes off your underwear, never breaking eye contact, before kneeling between your legs again. 
“You think you can take me now?” he asks.
You look down at him, and your hands reach for him. As much as he wants you to touch him, he thinks he’s already close - if you were to suck him or jerk him off right now, he reckons he might come on the spot. So, once again, Jungkook pushes your hands over your head, but this time, he holds them in place before gently nudging your clit with the tip of his cock.
“Can you?” he asks.
“Can I?”
You sound confused, which he assumes might be because you’re fucked out from coming hard. So he kisses you once, pushing his tongue in your mouth lightly before he pulls away.
“Can I fuck you?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” you purr, and he loves that the brat is back.
Even more so as he rubs his dick between your folds, collecting your juices.
“You’re dripping wet, baby,” he says. “You always get this wet?”
You meet his gaze, biting at your lower lip. “What if I do?”
He starts pushing in, and you surprisingly hold onto the defiance, your smirk never fading. His, on the other hand, melts as he feels you for the first time, and you’re even better than anything he could have imagined.
“Then,” he lets out, pushing in inch by inch. He pulls back out for a second, and then pushes in again. “I better fuck you good until all you want is my dick, mmh?”
“Please.”
It’s the begging. It unravels the last of his restraint, and Jungkook pushes all the way in, grunting as he hits your cervix. He pulls out slightly as he surveys your features, aware that he might have hurt you, but you don’t look like you care.
No, your hips lift from the bed, trying to meet his, and so he starts pushing in and out, slowly at first if only to make sure you’re adjusted to his size. And when you moan his name for what might be the hundredth time but feels like the first, Jungkook increases his pace, increases the strength of his thrust until his headboard is banging into the wall.
He takes you in, takes the sight of you as you mewl from your pleasure, your walls sucking him in so good he thinks he sees stars. You’re heaven personified, his own nirvana, at least for the time that he’s fucking you.
Everything else fades away - his life, his fame, the NDA you signed that’s still on the counter. All there is is you and him, and the way that your bodies move like one. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt this way while having sex. Hell, he reckons twenty years from now, he’ll still be thinking about this moment while he’s fisting his cock.
But for now, Jungkook tries to focus on the present. Tries to focus on the way you respond to his every motion, your walls clenching around him. His balls grow tight, a knot forming in his lower back as he tries not to come. It’s hard, but he manages to refrain from coming by slowing down, establishing a deeper rhythm that makes your eyes flutter open.
“I really want to touch you a bit,” you whisper.
It’s not said out of lust. There’s something else in your eyes, and Jungkook wonders if you feel like he does.
If you, too, will be thinking back on this moment twenty years down the line.
“Let me…” he trails off as he stops moving, and then he unties your wrists. 
Your arms immediately wrap around him, holding him close, and Jungkook likes it. Likes the way you lightly trace his back with your nails, and he winces as you slightly dig into his shoulders as he starts fucking you again.
“No marks,” he reminds you.
You whine, yet it morphs into a moan as he starts pounding into you again. His balls are tight, heavy, and he knows he’ll have to let himself go soon, yet he wants the moment to last just a little longer. Maybe that’s why he pulls out, flipping you on your belly. Why he takes a moment to massage your ass cheeks as you glance at him over your shoulder. Your hair is a mess, but it’s beautiful, in such a simple, feminine way that it stabs Jungkook in the chest.
Or that might be the way you’re looking at him - it’s hard to tell, and Jungkook decides to chase the vulnerability away by pushing inside of you, up until he feels your ass against him. And then he’s fucking you again, relentlessly, sweat dripping from his forehead. It falls on you, but you don’t look like you mind, and though it’s burning his eyes, he doesn’t care either.
All he cares about is the way is dick grows infinitely hard, and soon his motions grow sloppy. He focuses for a time, tries to hold it in, but then you say, “You’re so good, Jungkook”, and the praise sends him over the edge.
Jungkook slams all the way in, holding your waist tightly, and he comes deep inside of you, painting your insides white as your pussy clenches around him. He sees stars - galaxies and nebulas - and his body folds on itself until he’s got his forehead pressed to the side of your face. He thinks he might have moaned your name, moaned a silent prayer to your beauty, and the orgasm washes through him, erasing everything until he’s just a blank canvas.
It takes a long time for him to come down from his high. For his breathing to return to normal, for his blood to stop singing the song of you. Meanwhile, you’re just breathing in sync with him, your hand on his cheek - when did it get there? - as your thumb strokes idle lines on the side of his face. It’s intimate, and oh too vulnerable considering that you’re a fan, so Jungkook straightens, finally pulling out.
He watches his cum dripping out of you, the sight nearly enough to make him go feral again, but he takes a deep breath, reminding himself that, as much as he wants you, you’re still just a fan.
He’s never going to date you, is he?
But he can’t deny the attraction, or the way your body answers to his perfectly. So when you get ready to leave, later, Jungkook pulls you into a short embrace, kissing you slow as your hands rest flat on his chest. And then he pulls away so that he can meet your gaze as you look up at him.
His heart feels warm - he thinks his whole chest might slowly be catching fire. So, even though you’re just a fan, even though you probably shouldn’t, he whispers, “Can I see you again next week?”
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hope you guys enjoyed this... horny chapter haha jungkook finally got what he wanted with her... but he already wants more hehe let me know what you think of this chapter!
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cordiallyfuturedwight · 1 year ago
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happy that we met each other now 'til the very end for @cosmicdreamgrl | cr. namuspromised
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jimimn · 1 year ago
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give jikook two minutes and it's enough for them to act unhinged (cr. jung-koook, transl. cr. lovemazejikook)
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jinstronaut · 6 months ago
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25 / 50 days of jinkook
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the coven is waiting for you...🦇🩸🖤 | for @kookjinnies
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kimtaegis · 19 days ago
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JAMAIS VU @ Bang Bang Con: The Live (2020)
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Cutie on the go-kart
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(158/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡
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