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Cheesy Romance [Jungkook x Reader]

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Genre: Smut [18+] 

Warnings: Unprotected sex // fingering 

WC: 3.3k

Summary:   Would you be able to do a smut with jungkook and he’s a fuckboy and you’re a the new girl at the college and you’re a new girl and try to have his way with her at a party

A/N: I honestly wrote this waiting for my laundry to get done...and i oop 

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You never went to parties. So then why were you at this party in the first place? The simple answer to it would be that your best friend Annabeth, dragged you here. She was the extrovert in your small group of friends; you were the socially awkward introvert that didn’t like people. Your birthday was just around the corner, and good ole Annabeth dragged you from your lovely abode. 

She wanted you to do something with your life, considering that college was a once and a lifetime shot. You tried to focus on your studies as for your entire life, it’s all you ever knew. Your parents were, mainly, your mother was all on your ass about school. Get good grades so that you can get into the college of your dreams. 

That was checked off your list, and now you were studying to be something you’d always dreamed of being. It took time and effort, and yes, you were incredibly proud of it. But with that, you sacrificed your social life, not because of choice. You didn’t have much of social life, to begin with, and humans scared you. 

Annabeth just simply became a friend through a group project you had two months ago. Since then, she stuck by your side. You were thankful for her lively hood and how she honestly made things fun. However, you always denied her the joy of taking you to a party. Once again, you were a party person. You stayed away from them because humans scared you. 

So then, why were you here? You half blamed Annabeth for dragging you here, but you couldn’t entirely blame her either. Instead, you took it as is and moved forwards. Overall, you were enjoying your junior year so far. Metting Annabeth was the highlight of it, but some lows came with it. 

You were a new transfer student from a community college. You wanted to get your general education taken care of before you started to move straight into your degree. You knew taking that path would be less expensive than going to a university, but it still left you behind from most juniors. However, that wasn’t going to stop you now, nor was it going to stop you ever. 

The only problem was, you didn’t know anybody. One of the downfalls of being a transfer student is that you didn’t get to interact with most of the already enrolled university students of your age. It was like an elementary school all over again but on a much higher level. 

You often felt lost and misplaced, and one of the more significant reasons why you stayed inside. But over time, you grew to enjoy your surroundings and eventually met Annabeth, as previously mentioned. 

Now with the sappy backstory complete, you should have at least expected something like this to happen. Annabeth was a party girl, you knew it. You were smart enough to smell it from a thousand yards away but wasn’t smart enough to put that she would do something like this. 

You almost kicked yourself for allowing it to happen, but would you be angry at her? Not in a million years. Maybe for the time being, but that was about it honestly. You sighed into your typical red solo cup. You didn’t put anything alcoholic inside as you weren’t going to get drunk. Instead, you simply put some fruity juice in and called it a day. 

Annabeth had found herself wrapped around several football players, and you were sitting in the corner of the living room. The party she took you too was a frat party celebrating midterms. Or so you thought it was because that’s what Annabeth told you. But you just simply assumed it was a party to be a party. 

You were enjoying your juice, and for whatever reason, someone stopped in front of you. Looking at their build, you would assume they were an athlete. They wore dark clothes that fit perfectly and some accessories around their wrist, fingers, and ears. 

When you got a better look, the person in front of you was a man. His dark eyes bore into yours, and his sculpted face was eye appealing. His hair swished to the left as it covered his entire forehead. The length itself wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either. 

To spice his hair up, he had his ends dyed red. What was striking was how much of a bunny he looked like to you. His nose was rounded and smile enough to make your heart melt. But there was something about this guy that turned you off. 

“Hello toots,” You were taken back by this because who would introduce themselves like this? What kind of romance novel where you in? 

“What is this, the fifties?” You questioned, cocking an eyebrow. The man in front of you laughed slightly, his smile expanding and his eyes crinkling. 

“No, but it got your attention, didn’t it?” he asks, moving to sit beside you. As he did, you smelt his cologne as it was a mixture of pine and something else. You shrugged your shoulders, silently answering his question. 

“Let’s start off with introductions. I’m Jungkook,” he says, his accent thickening when he says his name. Your mouth thinned as you watched him reach out to take your hand. 

“Y/n,” you answered wearily, pulling your hand back to set back in your lap. It went silent again as you didn’t know why this man suddenly started talking to you. Jungkook seemed as if he wanted to do something more with you, and you could instantly tell by the way he held himself. 

Or was that just a woman’s intuition? You brought the solo cup back up to your lips and took a sip from it. You felt his eyes on you the entire time, which kind of creep you out, but you weren’t going to say anything. When it came to conflict, you were the type of person that tried their hardest to stay the hell away from it. 

“So, what brings you here tonight?” Jungkook finally asks, watching as you set the cup back in your lap. Turning your attention towards him, you shrugged your shoulders. 

“Dragged here.” 

“Oh, really?” 

“Yeah, my friend wanted me to get out of my apartment. Try something new.” Jungkook whistles at your answer, taking you back by surprise a little. Uncrossing your legs, you turned to look at him. 

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, suddenly getting defensive. 

“Nothing toots,” he answers, turning to look back at you, grinning widely. “But if we're honest here, you don’t really look like the partying type.” You placed a hand on your chest to act like you were offended. His tone was playful, and you knew it was, but you weren’t going to allow him to simply read you like an open book. 

First off, in the back of your mind, you knew that this was some sort of romance novel. It was ugly and straightforward. Some hot guy starts talking you up out of nowhere? Yeah seems fishy. On top of that, he starts flirting with you none the less, and you were playing, right into his cards? Yeah, something was certainly off about all of this. 

“Well then,” You finally answered after smacking your lips. “You would be correct, I’m not the partying type,” Jungkook smirked behind his own cup as he too took a swallow from it. You bit the inside of your cheek, turning away to look forward again. 

This time, you couldn’t find Annabeth, so you only assumed she had gone off with those football players. You were left in Jungkook’s company and were starting to get a little too comfortable. 

“Well, then Ms.Y/n,” Jungkook says in a confident tone, raising himself up. “Would you like to party with me?” That’s when you reached out and smacked his hand away gently. 

“Oh no, you don’t,” you begin waggling your finger in his direction. Jungkook raises an eyebrow at your response as he assumed you would answer him. You clucked your tongue and leaned back. “This is all too good to be true. It’s like a cheesy romance novel.” You simply answered. 

Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows together, not correctly understanding where you were coming from. With his expression, you gave a deep sigh and answered him. “Some random dude comes walking up to the introvert, tries to play his little game, and somehow she ends up falling in love with him while he fucks the shit out of her,” you answered, shrugging your shoulders. 

“It’s wattpad material right there. Plain and simple.” you finished setting your now empty solo cup down and looking back at the confused Jungkook. He then laughs, his shoulders bouncing up and down. His eyes scrunch, and his bunny expression only widens. 

After he got his fit-out, Jungkook wiped a few tears from his eyes. “Wattpad material, such an interesting way to put it.” Jungkook leans in now, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “So what you’re trying to tell me is that you won’t come party with me because you think I’m going to reel your heart in?” he questions, tilting his head to the side. 

You confidently cross your arms over your chest and answer him right away. “Yup.” 

But you were the fool now because you did exactly what you knew would come from it. It was that damn bunny smile that reeled you in. Jungkook had somehow convinced you to party with him. You took that offer shortly after that small conversation and did precisely what you didn’t want to. 

He even made you a mixed drink that got you to relax. Eventually, Jungkook pulled you off to the side and lead you down a hallway. He began explaining to you that he lived here with a few people and was apart of a fraternity. You joked about it with him and eventually told him it was complete bullshit. 

Jungkook pulled you into a dark closet as it was your idea to hide from Annabeth. It was already past midnight, but you didn’t care because it was a Friday night. It wasn’t like you had anything to do the next day. 

“God, this is such a romance novel...” You grumbled, holding onto his shirt as the closet space wasn’t big enough to where you could lean against the wall. 

“You’ve mentioned that more than once tonight Y/n,” Jungkook kids placing his hands on your hips. You rolled your eyes, pushing your cheek into his chest. As you stood there, you felt his friend start to say hello. Now let’s get a few things straight. 

You were a virgin, but you weren’t an idiot. With what little alcohol you had, you pressed yourself against him. Jungkook let out a small groan, his eyes rolling back for a split second. Then, his attention now locked on you and what you were doing. 

“You really want this cheesy romance thing to play out, to don’t you?” He questions, pushing his hips back. You shrugged, giggling at his answer. This wasn’t something that was supposed to happen, but it just did. Where you probably going to regret it? 

Yes. But at the moment, you could care less about what was about to happen. You could feel Jungkook’s fingers twitching to touch you, and it was amusing at first. Considering that he was trying his best to be a gentleman, thinking you were under the influence. But that whole gentleman approach was quickly thrown away when you pressed your knee in between his legs. 

Jungkook growls low in his throat, the sound itself turning you on. He grips your hips tightly, pushing you back and into the other side of the closet. Jungkook didn’t take your leggings off. No, instead, he slips one hand inside them and presses his fingers against your wet core. 

Your body twitches at the contact. No one has ever touched you there but yourself. You didn’t have to say anything because Jungkook already knew what you were thinking. It was written all over your face. 

“Oh, ho?” He says, his accent thickening. You gulped at his dark voice, eyes almost fully dilated. “Someone’s a virgin,” he muses, curling his fingers to press harder on your clit. You mewl at the small action, thighs twitching as your body waits in anticipation. 

“Don’t worry, love,” he says, leaning in closer. “I’ll treat you right.” then captures your lips in a kiss. Your fingers dug into his shirt in hopes of holding yourself upright. But his movements were enough to make your knees buckle. 

Jungkook started off by circling his fingers against your clit above the fabric. He teased you in hopes to get you wetter than you already were. Then, pushing the material aside after a few minutes. His fingers start to stride up and down your lips, feeling the wetness against the pads of his fingers. 

The kiss was enough to keep you distracted. Jungkook’s lips were soft against yours, but his mouth was dominating. Immediately poking his tongue into yours and exploring what he could. What you didn’t realize was how into his small bites you would be. 

Jungkook hadn’t even put his fingers inside, and you already wanted him to take you. What would it feel like raw? No lubrication, no prepping, would you enjoy it? You were the first to pull back, the flush on your cheeks deepening, and your lips were swollen by his kiss. 

Jungkook’s eyes bore into yours again, the playfulness erased completely. You were left with someone who was solely looking to pleasure. You weren’t upset with it at all; instead you welcomed it. 

“Spread your legs just a little,” Jungkook commands. You listen to him, doing exactly what he asks. As you do so, Jungkook reaches down to wrap one arm around your waist to hold you because what happened next would’ve made you fall. 

Jungkook slips his two fingers in, stretching you right away. At first, you were concerned that it would hurt and God it certainly did. But, due to his quick thinking and quicker fingers, you were a moaning mess. Jungkook had to shush you a few times because he didn’t want someone walking in. 

Two fingers turned into three, which turned into four. Eventually, your leggings were by your ankles along with your underwear. Due to how close you two where you could smell your arousal and hear it. Jungkook’s thumb moved just a tad slower than his fingers against your clit, but it was still enough stimulation to have you begging for him. 

You unraveled under his fingers. Nobody had ever touched you like this, not even yourself. How Jungkook knew your body like he had been dating you for years amazed you. In a short time, you were already cumming over his fingers, body shaking due to the first wave. 

However, Jungkook didn’t stop there. Instead, he made you cum more than once, just by his fingers. He stretched you further and further, even going as far as to stick a few fingers in your ass. By the time your third wave crashed your system, you had thought Jungkook would be done with you. 

Instead, he pulled his wet fingers back and undid his own pants. Slipping them down in a heartbeat and pressing his tip against your folds. He didn’t ask if you were on birth control, nor did he ask for a condom. You knew it was a stupid idea, but you were on birth control, so you weren’t wholly concerned. Yet, because you were so hazy with overstimulation, the words never came out. 

“Do you think you’re ready for me?” Jungkook whispers, craning his head back to look at you. The sight in front of him was enough to make his dick twitch against your folds. Your lips were still swollen from the multiple kisses you shared, along with the countless small bite marks around your neck. 

Your eyes were half-lidded, and your mouth opens with a slight trail of drool escaping the corners of your mouth. You looked utterly submissive to him, something Jungkook had to seem multiple times from multiple women. We were known to sleep around, so he knew what he was doing. 

“Put your large cock inside of me already, Jungkook,” you answered, reaching out to grasp his shoulders. Your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. “Take my fucking virginity..” 

Jungkook laughs at your last comment, the statement amusing him. “As you wish,” he states pushing himself in. Since he prepped you, it didn’t hurt as much as you expected it to. Although it was a little uncomfortable at first, you got used to it. Just like his fingers, Jungkook didn’t wait for you to get adjusted. He held your legs under his hands and used the wall to sturdy you. 

Then, using his lower back muscles and planting his feet on the ground, he thrusts up into you. This particular position wasn’t Jungkook’s favorite as it used a lot of “manpower” to keep his partner steady. But, he used his own strength to his advantage. 

You dug your fingers into his shoulders, eventually bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. Compared to his fingers, this was much different. The way his skin felt against yours, and the small connection you had was already driving you to your own end. You hadn’t realized how overstimulated you were, and you didn’t want him to stop. 

Jungkook refused to touch your clit because he knew you were going to unravel before he even got close to being done. You moaned in his ear, begging him to continue to fuck you. 

“That’s what I’m doing toots,” he grunts, pulling out to put you in a new position. With what little room, Jungkook bends you over and spreads your legs. Pushing his cock back where you wanted it and fucked you into the wall. This time, he snuck his fingers down your sides and in between your legs again. 

Using the pads of his fingers to slowly circle around your clit. On the other hand, he holds your hips tightly so that you wouldn’t fall. Just like before, Jungkook uses his lower back muscles and plants his feet to fuck you. With each thrust, it felt like he achieved his goal of getting deeper inside. 

“Fuck..” You drag pushing back against the wall in your own attempts to keep him inside longer. You could feel yourself getting closer to your end, your breath quickening as your body started to squeeze around his cock. 

“You going to cum again?” Jungkook teases, pulling his hand back and smacking your ass. 

“Fuck!” Your answer, another amuse laugh escaping Jungkook’s lips. 

“Then do it,” Jungkook muses, finding your clit and pinching it in between his index and middle finger. Out of all of the orgasms, this was the most powerful of them all. So much so that you saw stars in your eyes and your knees eventually gave in. Jungkook had to quickly wrap his arms around your waist so you wouldn’t fall.

Shortly after, he pulled himself out and shot his seed against your leg. You felt it trickle down your calf, a stupid smile spreading across your face. Eventually, Jungkook helped you out of the position and set you against the wall. He tilted your chin up with his two fingers, his own smug look on his face. 

“What to do now,” he muses, brushing his thumb against your chin. “Was that anything like your cheesy romance novels?” 

“Oh, I think you hit it on the head, Jungkook,” you answered, watching that damn bunny expression hit his face again.