⇻warnings: smuut, oral, fingering, dirty talking yoongi, because I can’t resist, slight hint of fluff at the end, because who doesn’t want these two to be together, amirite?
⇻ words: 3,478
⇻ summary: in which yoongi continues to show you what a real orgasm is…
⇻note. THE AFTERMATH OF BUZZ!!! So many have been asking for a part 2, so ask and you shall receive :D although I don’t think it will ever live up to the original, I hope you like it!
Read the original buzz HERE and the ask I based this off
“Let me make you feel even better,” he indulged, his breath against your neck and all you could do was nod, not being able to articulate under the enormous pleasure that was still seeping through your body… and you did want more. Of course you did.
Yoongi wasted no time in ripping off your vest, in his haste tangling you up in your own spaghetti straps, and you would have definitely both laughed if you weren’t so caught up in your lust for each other. Instead, he tugged harder, freeing your arm finally and chucking the piece of clothing on the floor, low growls coming from his throat as he came down to kiss across your chest, his tongue dipping into your collar bones as he gripped your waist and you flung your hands around his head, gripping him to you as his head fell down to your breasts, his mouth enclosing around one nipple, toying his tongue back, and fore and one hand reaching up to squeeze at the other breast.
You were becoming breathless again, not having been able to calm down from your orgasm the first time— it still buzzed lightly inside your body, and now your skin was heating up, practically burning as you felt him caress your body with everything he had.
“Yoongi…” you moaned, arching your back as he teasingly bit down, dragging the skin against his teeth before pulling back with a pop.
“Look what you’ve done to me,” he practically growled, his eyes dark as he stared at you hungrily.
AU: Ever heard of love at first sight? Well now you have. Falling for one of the richest criminal leaders in the world can’t be easy? Taehyung is the boss of one of the major drug dealing companies and by a coincidence the two of you meet and you instantly know that you’re standing eye to eye with the love of your life. Destiny hiting you in the face when you least expect it and taking you on a ride you never expected.
Warnings: Mention of drugs, death, killing, murder, guns and crime.
Rating: M
Kinks: Masterbation, vanilla, heavy breathing, groans and grunt. and creampies ofc.
Your heels made faint sounds hitting against the pavement as you ran through the rain. You ran around yet another corner and your heart slowed down as you finally saw your destination in front of you. The sky was pitch-black and the only source of light was the weak street lights. You had to be a fool to run out in the rain this late at night, but you had to see him.
You stopped in your steps in front of a door and pushed it open carefully. As it opened loud music revealed itself, echoing from the inside. You slipped in through the opening and the door closed itself behind you.
You looked around in dimply lit apartment, searching for what you needed desperately. Him.
It was eight months ago. He approached you at the most unlikely yet most likely of places. It was a cold spring day and you were sitting in front of your laptop at the local library. It was late and nearing closing time but you were determined to stay in to the last minutes before closing. What you were doing is off topic, but he was there that night.
You looked at the time on your phone, ten minutes left. You decided to finally save and close down whatever you were doing and turn off your laptop, placing it together with your other things in your bag. You pulled on your coat and swung your bag up on to your shoulder and made your way to the exit a level below. Normally when you stayed this late you would be the last one out and had thereby become a familiar face to the librarian. But this evening was different.
As you walked past the multiple shelves towards the stairs a man emerged just a short distance in front of you from between one of the shelves. You didn’t pay a lot of attention to him until the moment when you noticed something fall from him. You quickly rushed to pick it up and ran up to him.
“Excuse me! You dropped this!” You said, and held out the thin booklet you had picked up.
You stood in the hallway looking at your front door, hesitating to go inside. Jungkook had been so anxious and jealous before you left for the evening, you were certain that he was going to be furious that you were getting home so much later than expected. You told him you would be home by 11:00 pm but now it was after 2:30 am and you knew he would not be pleased.
He’s probably asleep.
You hadn’t done anything wrong, so you weren’t sure why you felt so guilty. You just lost track of time. It could have happened to anyone. It’s not like you were into that other guy you were with, you just got caught up in the conversation and time flew by. Certainly, Jungkook would understand when you explained it to him.
He must have fallen asleep early and that’s why I haven’t gotten any more texts from him…
6.2k words. Yoongi x reader x hoseok. Smut (threesome)
Warning: It all started with ugly sweaters, a mistletoe, a brooding Min Yoongi and a too eager Jung Hoseok.
Actual warning: Cunnilingus. Mild dirty talking and humiliation. Blowjob.
What. The. Fuck.
“Hey, no pain no gain.” Yoongi remarks, “Except the only thing in pain is your pride.” He takes pleasure in the disbelieve look you’re throwing at him then at the one piece dress in his hand.
“I am not wearing a slutty santa costume for you two.”
“Did you hear that, Hobi? She doesn’t want us.”
As if on cue, you turn to Hoseok to see him jutting his bottom lip out and somehow his cheeks look puffed. On normal occasions, you would have laughed at the horrible imitation of puppy eyes. But all traces of humor has left the building when these two come up to you with an irresistible proposition.
Then just when you plan to give Yoongi a slap after this is all over for his all but blatantly crude ways, Hoseok speaks.
Word Count: 24k Member: Jimin x Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff & Slight angst like it’s barely even there
Getting locked in the mall on Christmas eve isn’t ideal, but getting locked in the mall with your brothers best friend that you haven’t seen in a while? Well, it might have been alright if you didn’t have feelings for him.
↠ Day 5 of the seven days of Christmas collab! Read the other fics here
A/N: I wrote this shit in a solid hour and a half so it may not be that good but it sounds pretty ok so hERE WE ARE.
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Words: 2,124
You’re not sure if Hoseok is secretly a cold blooded lizard—but the temperature of his apartment is outrageous—especially at this stage of autumn.
When you step in the door, replacing your spare key to his living space inside your bag, you immediately shiver. The wooden floor is cold against your bare feet—the chilliness of the room permeating your t-shirt and causing goosebumps to prick your skin.
A quick peek at the thermostat informs you that the apartment is a dreadful 60 degrees. Almost 40 degrees cooler than the healthy human internal body temperature. How the fuck has he not caught a cold yet?
Setting your bag down on the floor—your hurry into Hoseok’s bedroom, already a shuddering mess of a human as you raid his closet for anything to keep you warm.
A few minutes later you emerge wearing one of his thick, oversized sweaters. The fabric is soft and comfortable, but even so it rejects your body heat and soaks in the coldness of the apartment. It only takes another few minutes for you to finally decide to mess with the thermostat—but to your utter disappointment, when you flick the switch for the heat from ‘off’ to ‘on’…nothing happens.
The heat is broken.
“Why did I agree to meet him here after his class~,” you whine, returning to his room and flopping onto his unmade bed. Grabbing your phone—despite the fact that he’s likely in the middle of listening to a lecture—you send him a complaint.
I want you to know that your apartment is fucking COLD. My nips have never been this hard in my fucking life. They could probably cut diamonds right now. I hate you. –5:32PM
Burying yourself in the too-thin covers, you roll onto your side and subconsciously move one of your hands to grip your chest. Your nipples are so hard and sensitive from the cold that the minute you pinch the hidden rosy bud a gasp leaves your mouth. Immediately you flush red—not having intended to make such a sound—but you can’t help it. It’s too damn cold in here and your body is just reacting in the only way it knows how.
Too bad the heightened sensitivity of your nipples only makes you want to touch them more.
By the time your phone finally pings with a response from your beloved boyfriend, both of your hands are on your breasts—pinching and rolling the hidden buds. Just imagining Hoseok actually making skin on skin contact with them—your sweater discarded—has your thighs pressing together.
Hoseok:
Diamonds????? OMG. Ahahaha I’m sorry the heat is broken I forgot to tell you. I’ll be home in a little bit. Will you survive?? Kek
Hands leaving your chest, your hurriedly reply.
Yes. They’re hard and sensitive and you know—I’ve been touching myself. In your bed. And it feels so good…ANYWAY. Enjoy the rest of your class~
Grinning slightly, knowing that you might be in a little bit of trouble when Hoseok finally arrives, you move to touch yourself again, but a notification on your phone pops up before you even get the chance.
Hoseok:
…you little minx. I don’t care how cold it is there. Take your pants off and wait for me. Keep touching your breasts until I get there, but nothing else—you hear me? I’ll be there soon.
You stare at his message with wide eyes, biting your bottom lip. You can imagine him sitting in class, eyes dark and cock hardening between his thighs as he hurriedly types a response. You picture him frustrated just at the thought of you—your thumbs looping beneath the band of your black leggings. You slide the form-fitting fabric down your legs, kicking them off until they plop onto the floor beside the bed.
Your panties are already wet, you can tell—and your core is flourishing with anticipation at Hoseok’s orders and the possibilities of how he’ll treat you when he walks through the front door. However—for now you brush those sinful thoughts aside and return to playing with yourself though the thick fabric of the sweatshirt. You know it will likely feel better without the clothing in the way, but…it’s so cold—and you want Hoseok to…have the honor.
Once again flushing at the thought—tongue poking out to wet your lips—your press your ass into the sheets as your arousal heightens. Each pinch, roll and tug drags you farther into your unraveling mental state. Your hips move of their own accord—grinding against nothing. Your core is throbbing and you want nothing more than to close your eyes, press your fingers into your clit, and bring yourself to orgasm—but…
“Hoseok,” you whine, almost too desperate for your own tastes. Your fingers tremble, tempted to disobey his orders.
⇻warnings: smut, masturbation with a twist, sex toy usage (vibrator)
⇻words: 4,851
⇻summary: in which you’re unsure if you’ve ever received an orgasm and when you finally pluck up the courage to use the vibrator you bought that one day on a whim, Yoongi barges through the door…
⇻note. sometimes I should never be left alone with my thoughts…
You don’t know how you ended up naked from the waist down, your feet planted firmly on the bed as you arched your legs out, waiting with bated breath as your friend Min Yoongi leaned down between them, a determined look spread across his face as he held in his right hand your little purple vibrator, ready to show you what a real orgasm felt like.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact around twenty minutes ago, he has barged straight into your room just as you were laying on your bed, twisting the purple cylinder, no bigger than a lipstick, in your hands, wondering if and how you should go about it. You were still fully dressed, in sweatpants and a vest top, not even sure if you were turned on enough for this, but you guessed maybe once you began, you’d ease into it.
You were just about to press down the tiny button that booted it into action when your door flew open and Yoongi was there already midway through a conversation even though you hadn’t uttered one word. You knew giving him the code to your apartment was a bad idea, when all he had was rude manners and just let himself in every day.
“Did you hear about Namjoon the other day? He totally –
The words fell dead against his tongue as he turned to look at you and saw you practically revolving the vibrator around in your hands, as if you were a baton twirler, trying painfully to chuck it back in your nightstand drawer, as it slid from your grasp in an almost cartoonic fashion, as you sat up and pulled the drawer open without looking and lunging to drop it inside. Only it never went in, because it bounced off the wood and landed on the floor, rolling under the bed.
You blinked for a moment, in denial, before you turned around and sat up straight, trying go look nonchalant. It didn’t work.
“What are you doing?” He asked, narrowing his eyes, accusation already in his voice.
I would like to thank all of you who endured my #the writing namjoon smut chronicle and sent me nice messages and were just generally perfect and I am so anxious and so sorry if this is a huge letdown and this was originally a drabble request (LOL!) but I guess I am only capable of writing weird shit so here we go!!!!!!
Rated M for explicit sexy stuff, Kim Namjoon, D/s themes, language, Kim Namjoon, a really uncommon fetish (really), Kim Namjoon, and Kim Namjoon.
Word count: 11.3k
College!AU, in which your mission to deliver homework to Kim Namjoon goes very, very, wrong.
Class came to a close twenty minutes early, and everyone in the room cheered. The sounds of binders and papers shuffling into backpacks followed by zippers and chairs dragging against the tile filled the air, and the professor laughed and wished everyone a happy holidays.
Summary: Late night phone calls seldom end but one way, especially with Taehyung; and especially when Jungkook awakes his possessive inclinations.
Count: 7.2k (RIP)
Warning(s): Smut, casual breath play because I’m trash, and (very) light spanking cause, you know…
A/N: Smut debut with Taehyung because, yeah, I guess you could say I like to suffer.
You were violently jerked awake by the sudden buzzing of your pillow. With a lazy hand, you trailed your fingers up the bed until the very tips of them grazed the cold metallic surface of the device. The room was completely dark until you flipped over your phone with clumsy hands. On the screen, his smile seemed a thousand times brighter than ever before, illuminating every corner of your shared bedroom. The unexpected flash made your eyes press shut urgently avoiding the blinding flare of light, and it made a gruff hand smack down on the dumb smile that disturbed your precious sleep, as though you could dull its brightness with your intentions alone.
A sloppy swipe of your index fingers in rushed fashion was all you managed, eyes still shut in stubborn effort to remain asleep. You barely checked to see if the call was answered at all before flopping back down and turning on your side so you could precariously balance the device against your ear.
“What?” You snapped not bothering to hide the annoyance in your hoarse voice at all because though you weren’t exactly sure what time it was, you were certain it was still dark out and that was unacceptable.
“Baby,” He purred quietly and in a low voice. It was they sort of tone that drew your full attention with little effort, and had your eyes snapping open in knowing understanding.
Note: This stemmed from my four sentence posts that grew into something else entirely. Just a lot of filth and smut tbh. This is unedited and rushed, so warning for the bad smut.
Summary: You are honor-bound to do your duty as a princess and marry for the good of the kingdom. Marriage, like many things in your life, is meant to serve a purpose. But you know you should be grateful because there are far worse fates than being engaged to marry Prince Taehyung. ~Royalty AU~
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Taehyung is the picture of etiquette and genteel charm during your maternal aunt’s harvest ball. He dances with the appropriate family members and ladies of the court, but remembers to pay special attention to you, his wife-to-be. He maintains the proper distance during customary dances, hands finding their exact position on non-scandalous places on your body as he was taught to do from an early age.
Ideal, the members of your court believe. He is ideal. You and Taehyung are the perfect match, a beautiful couple to join two kingdoms together through marital bliss. And you don’t disagree with them for a second. Despite only just having met the prince (whom you were contracted to marry since birth) for the first time last year, he had not faltered with sending you correspondence – a fact that sends your ladies-in-waiting into swooning fits and gossip.
You can’t count the number of times they beg to read the letters, and each time you tell them on no uncertain terms that the letters are yours and yours alone. They remain locked in a secret cabinet back at the castle. So your ladies-in-waiting are left to imagine what Taehyung writes, their guesses sounding inane to your ears when they titter about romance and love at first sight.
They don’t need to know that in every letter Taehyung writes, in perfect penmanship no less, he describes how he imagines deflowering you on your wedding night.
The Piano Man was everything you wanted and more. He was classically handsome, extraordinarily talented, and oozed sex appeal - the silent type. Little did you know just how perfect he was for you and does he have a long, miserably arousing night planned ahead for you.
A/N: I know this took me a month to write but I really, really hope you guys like it. Please feel free to comment if it sucks. I worked really hard on it to improve my writing, so I hope you like it! xo
It wasn’t everyday that you felt like you could easily be hypnotized by music; or anything for that matter. Although, it also wasn’t everyday that you felt like you could be so mesmerized by another human being. They called him the Piano Man; no other name except for what he was known for.
Every Friday night was the same. He would show up, nine o’clock on the dot, sit on the black stool and begin to play. A word would never come from his mouth, just that look. It sends chills down your spine. You were the waitress he chose to bring him his hourly cocktail; gin and tonic, three rocks and a cucumber. No one knew why he chose you but no one ever questioned him.
As his tune began, you sauntered over in your knee-length black dress that hugged your every curve. Balancing the tray through the crowd of tables and merlot buzzed customers. As crowded as the room was, you felt as if he was the only one in the room. His alluring melody drew you to him like a charmer conjuring a snake from its basket. It was haunting yet so arousing.
When you reached his side, you set the glass on top of the piano with a coaster. Sneaking a good look at him because, honestly, he was absolutely stunning. His tall frame displayed handsomely through his black pants, white button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone to tease you with the sight of his chest. His bleach blonde hair parted perfectly in the most seductive fashion and his perfectly almond shaped coffee brown eyes that told a story with every glance. Without looking at you, with those sinful eyes, he smiled at the corner of his mouth; a silent thank you. This was new.
He never acknowledged your presence. It made you skip a beat in your stride as you made your way back to the bar. As you walked away, you could have sworn you heard subtle laughter under his breath; turning your cheeks crimson red and your heat twitch in response. How is that you could be so wet by a man that has never even touched you?
Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him. Word Count: 13,742 Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, sprinkling of feelings A/N: I feel like I’m sending my child to their first day of kindergarten oh my goodness. I hope you guys enjoy the last part!!
There was no way you were in love with Jeon Jungkook, absolutely no way in hell you had feelings for him that ran any deeper than discontent. It had been the moment, the conversation with Jungkook, the awe you’d felt when he showed you his forest. You had gotten caught up in that moment, and your mind had tricked itself into thinking you liked Jungkook.
Summary: Jungkook comes to you with a proposition to give you money in return for your company and all you know is that being spoiled has never felt so sweet before.
I stared at the two individuals sitting in front of me, particularly the woman. Burrowing through my memories, I struggled to compare the girl in front of me to the woman my brother was engaged to. It was merely two years ago that Jihyun was whom every girl envied; beauty brains and in love.
The Jihyun seated in front of me was barely a shell of that woman. Her hair was cut short, bleached blonde and heavily damaged. Her face had sunken in, the restaurants uniform too big on her small frame. The bright eyes that dazzled and charmed everyone had dimmed, revealing that she was empty, an empty shell of the woman she used to be.
Yoongi’s eyes stayed down casted not meeting Jihyun’s or mine. His hands firmly intertwined and folded on the table. Unable to take the silence any longer, I cleared my throat offering my hand to Jihyun.
“We never really officially met, I’m [Y/N]. Seokjin’s younger sister,” I said, a small tight smile present on my lips. Jihyun looked down at my hand and then at me, raising an eyebrow. My eyes drifted between her and Yoongi. I gulped as I felt my chest constrict at the distance between the two.
I really should’ve let him move to sit next to me…
Suddenly Jihyun let out a loud laugh causing my eyes to dart back to her, just in time to catch her shaking her head.
“I didn’t sleep with him,” She said, pointing her thumb at Yoongi. I felt the air rush out of my lungs as relief flooded my system. I retrieved my hand, resting it on top of my lap.
“I didn’t ask-“
“You didn’t have to, your expression clearly screams your hatred for me. It could be because I broke your brother’s heart. But you look like you’re about ready to come over here and rip my head off for sitting next to Yoongi.” Jihyun laughed, crossing her arms. I stared at Yoongi and narrowed my eyes when I noticed the corner of his lips curved into small smirk. His eyes glanced up to meet mine for a brief second before looking away once again attempting to hid the full blown smile that spread across his face.
“Why couldn’t you have told my brother that?” I said, turning my gaze to meet hers. She stiffed, her smile disappearing from her face. She glanced towards Yoongi and lets out a snicker.
“You’re really a man of your word, aren’t you?” She said incredulously, Yoongi clenched his jaw, his smile disappearing instantaneously, and his grip tightening on his intertwined hands. She stared at him for a moment longer than turned her head to me, her gaze meeting mine steadily.
“I’m a con-artist,” she shrugged, leaning back in her chair.
“A con artist?” I repeated, dubviously.
“A con-artist,” Jihyon voiced back. She leaned forward in her chair and crossed her arms, “Jin was one of my assignments. He’s rich and handsome, almost vain at times. Getting him wrapped around my finger was a piece of cake. It usually is with rich boys that are trained to take over businesses, languages, arts but never experience true affection from a woman.”
“I don’t understand where Yoongi comes in,” I said, furrowing my brows.
“Yoongi was equivalent to the other woman in my relationship with Jin. I needed him out of the picture to get Jin’s complete trust.” Jihyun said, her voice emotionless.
“However Yoongi is much smarter than he lets on, aren’t you kid?” Jihyun said, punching him in the arm. “He found out about my actual profession and threatened to tell Jin unless I told him myself.”
Jihyun chuckled, “I was already a step ahead of him back then, I had told Jin that Yoongi kept trying to seduce me previously. Jin, of course, didn’t believe his best friend could do that to him. All he needed was some visual evidence, the night my car ‘broke down’ right in front of Yoongi’s house. Jin got the proof he needed.”
“The fact that Yoongi even gave me his clothes to wear that day because mine were wet, was a nice touch-“ Without any self control, I launched myself forward, my hand slapping her cheek hard enough to leave a stinging sensation on my palm. The noise of my slap seemed to echo in the almost empty restaurant. She grinned, reaching up to stroke her own cheek.
“You psychotic bitch,” I spat at her, this seemed to fuel her amusement. She started laughing, obnoxiously loud. I glared at her as she calmed herself down. I felt the chair next to me move backwards and someone settle into it. I glanced over my shoulder to see that it was Yoongi, his large hand engulfed the one I had used to slap Jihyun, my body relaxing as he caressed my hand.
“Ah, it’s been a while since I laughed that hard, thank you.” Jihyun said. I felt the anger return to my system and my fists clenched on their own accord. Yoongi unclenched my fist and intertwined our hands.
“I still don’t understand, what did you achieve from this? Jin broke up with you soon after and look at you, you’re completely ruined.”
“This is the result of a flaw that I didn’t prepare for. Jin broke it off with me because he figured; sooner or later I would go to Yoongi or someone else, he thought he wasn’t good enough for me or for anyone.” Jihyun shrugged.
“So, you broke my brother for a wad of cash that you didn’t even get because you failed,” I seethed, unable to control my anger again.
“Yes,” Jihyun said, meeting my glare steadily. I distinctly remember how affectionately Jin would speak of Jihyun, like she was his most prized possession, how in love he was. It was hard to believe that Jin would break up with her. He loved her too dearly; he even left his best friend for her.. It just wasn’t adding up. As I searched her eyes for answers, I caught a brief hesitation cross Jihyun’s face.
“You’re lying,” I said boldly, Jihyun eyes widened at my unexpected response.
“I’m not-“
“You broke up with him,” I said surprising both Jihyun and myself. Jihyun blink at me, and then lowered her gaze to hands.
“You fell in love with him, didn’t you?” I asked, tighten my grip on Yoongi’s hand.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jihyun said, rising to her feet, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go the restaurant is closed-“
“There you go, you’re running again,” I said, launching myself out of my as Jihyun was about to leave. I grabbed her wrist stopping her escape.
“It doesn’t make sense for Jin to still be angry with Yoongi if he blamed himself for the whole incident. Unless he thinks that you left him for Yoongi when really you broke up with him because you couldn’t take the chance of him finding out your feelings for him had started out as a lie.” Jihyun turned around slowly; her eyes were brimming with tears.
“I just didn’t want to hurt him anymore.” Jihyun said, her entire body trembling as sobs escaped her. I awkwardly put an arm around her small frame, holding her as she cried. Naturally, I felt an hatred towards her for what she had done to my brother but she was equally as broken as Jin.
“Jihyun, if you thought my brother wouldn’t have forgiven you or taken you back as you were, you really didn’t get to know him properly,” I said, patting her shoulder soothingly.
“I knew he would have. Even when Yoongi came and found me as soon as I left Jin and told me to go back to him, I knew Jin would take me back. But I don’t deserve him, he needs someone better than me,” Jihyun sobbed, shaking her head.
“But he wanted you and when you left he needed you.” I replied.
“You didn’t want to hurt him but leaving him hurt him more than anything else. He lost his fiancée and his best friend, and he’s under the illusion that he lost his fiancée to his best friend.. you truly broke him and yourself.”
“It’s too late now, I’m leaving soon enough,” Jihyun leaned away from me, silencing her sobs. She wiped away her tears and smiled at me. “I should’ve left this place when I had the chance, I just couldn’t leave him completely. Just catching a glimpse of him now and again was good enough for me.”
“Jihyun… I think you need to see him again,” I spoke. Jihyun shook her head furiously.
“You have satisfied your selfishness by staying behind and watching him from the shadows for the last few years while Jin mourns your loss… He deserves a proper goodbye. Give him that at least.”
A/N: that took an unexpected turn even for me, lmao. what did you guys think? of it?
BACKGROUND: A Lap dance with Jungkook suddenly stirs feelings both of you never thought existed between you.
AUTHORS NOTE: I finally finished it! Like I said, I can’t write smut to save my life, so if this sucks I really do apologize for those people who got their hopes up :’( I’ll do better next time, I promise.
“Fuck me.” Jimin groans as he slams his head against the table in front of him. You stifle a laugh before thanking the waiter for your cups of coffee.
“Who told you to drink so much last night?” You scoff before taking a sip out of your iced coffee.
"They were free shots!“ Jimin defends, staring down at his drink in disgust, the urge to throw up still resonating in him.
While waiting for time to tick by, you end up playing with your phone while Jimin takes a quick nap in front of you. After scrolling pass the usual memes and random selfies of your friends, a set of pictures suddenly capture your attention and you all but choke on your drink as you sit up and stare wide eyed at your phone. You click the photo to enlarge it and bite your lower lip. It was a picture of you and Jungkook on the club stage last night, his hand on your waist as you ground your hips against him. The seductive smirk on your face has you cringing but then you see Jungkook’s sharp eyes trained on your face, the look of want perfectly identical to the look he had given you in his car last night.
How could one night with one man turn your world completely upside down? 2 days ago, all you could think about was dancing and taking the lead role, but after one silly little dance all your thoughts were suddenly about him. You shake your head and clear your thoughts. It was ridiculous, you were acting like a school girl with a crush when Jungkook was probably out there somewhere not even giving you the slightest thought.
"Earth to Y/N.” Jimin’s voice snaps you out of you reverie and you turn to him with wide eyes as he stares at you, eyes twinkling with curiosity.
"Let’s head to the studio, we might be late for practice.“ He mutters before standing up and grabbing his backpack from the seat beside you. You follow after him, taking one last sip out of your drink then skipping out of the coffee shop’s doors.
"So, I forgot to ask.” Jimin mutters innocently, placing his palm on the small of your back as you cross the street “Where’d you and Jungkook disappear to last night?“
You bite back a hiss. You knew what Jimin was upto. You knew he was investigating, ready to tease you once he sees a sign of weakness.
"He got dizzy so we went out to eat and get some food in him.” You shrug casually, proud at the immediate excuse that had popped up in your mind.
"Until 4 am? Must have been some delicious food you guys were eating.“ He smiles and you resist the urge to frown at him and call him out for his double meanings.
"Pizza is always delicious.” You nod.
“Is that what we’re calling his dick now?” And now he strikes in full force.
Your mouth hangs open as you push the doors of your studio open and glare at him.
“What the hell, Chim."
He lets out a hearty laugh before poking you on the stomach "Oh come on, Y/N. Quit denying it, Jungkook looked so fucking annoyed at me when he had to come pick me up and you sounded so damn breathy over the phone! Did you guys even finish?"
"Park Jimin, if you dont cut this out, I’m killing you.” You growl, tossing your bag down on the floor as your eyes glanced around the theater room, scanning around for a specific dark haired boy.
“Fine.” Jimin rolls his eyes but suddenly steps in front of you, stopping you from avoiding him like you had originally planned to do.
“But you made out didn’t you?” He smirks and the sudden blush the covers your cheeks gives Jimin his answer as he howls out in laughter. You grit your teeth before slamming your foot down against his own.
“Like hell I’d kiss him!” You scream in defense before turning on your heels, cheeks flaming in embarrassment as Jimin laughs even louder. You blow your hair out of your face, only to stop in your tracks when you see Jungkook standing a few feet away from you. Your heart stops a beat and just as when you were about to force your self to smile or let out a simple greeting, Jungkook walks pass you as if you hadn’t been standing there at all. Your face falls and you immediately snap your head back to watch him as he lightly pats Jimin on the shoulder as a greeting then makes his way towards the main stage.
Had he just ignored you? You were standing in plain sight, it’d be impossible if hadn’t seen you at all. You watch as he starts stretching, eyes trained on the wall in front of him as he droned out the world around him.
So in the end, this was how you basically spent your day. Trying and failing multiple times to get Jungkook’s attention.
It started out during the warm ups when you had intentionally stood a few feet away from him, basically staring at him every now and then, hoping he’d turn to look at you and give you at least one glance. He didn’t. Next was during your break when you had “accidentally” dropped your bottle in front of him. Yet for some reason, Jungkook who usually never spoke to anyone during practice, called for Yugyeom to check out a dance video he saw online. You frown at his figure before plopping down on the ground and sighing.
"Alright, everybody pair up for the cool down.“ You hear your director announce while everyone scrambled around the room to look for their partners. You search for Jimin and immediately frown when you see him standing beside Jihyun, his arms crossed and his face displeased.
"I have to.” He mouths at you before hissing at Jihyun when she had asked him a question. You end up smiling at him before glancing around the room once more. You hadn’t expected to lock eyes with Jungkook, hadn’t even expected him to take a step towards you, as if ready to ask you if you wanted to pair up. You had probably looked like a lost puppy in the middle of the room without Jimin being by your side. You suck in a breath as he takes another step towards you, your heartbeat speeding up erratically. But then, an arm suddenly hooks around your shoulders and you hear Hoseok sighing beside you.
"Guess its you and me today, huh?“ He mutters and as much as you loved Hoseok, you were about ready to slam your foot against his face when you saw Jungkook retreat back to Yugyeom’s side, his eyes never making their way back to look at you again.
"Hoseok…” You bat your eyelashes at him and he immediately beams, smiling his blinding smile.
"Yeeees?“
"As your friend, I love you, but I seriously want to kill you right now.” You hiss to which he squeals before ducking out of your grip.
When the day was coming to an end, you had given up all hope. If he was going to ignore you, then you weren’t going to care.
Well…At least, that’s what you wanted him to think.
You were furious, fuming to be exact. Jungkook was acting so different. Last night, he acted like he wanted nothing else but to be around you, and you alone. He had even gone as far enough as saying that if you stayed longer around him that he would have ravaged you. Well fucking hell, now he was acting like he didn’t even want to be anywhere near you.
You let out a scoff as you watch him laugh with Yugyeom while they follow the dance they had watched earlier. You had had enough and you could feel your blood boiling the longer you looked at him. You were even disgusted at yourself for feeling some sort of interest for him when he clearly thought you were disposable. You grab your bag off of the floor and tell Jimin you’d be in one of the empty dance rooms, practicing one routine on your own. He offers to join you but you shake your head, telling him you needed time to clear your mind. Before he could answer, you step out the theater and make your way down the hall, heading to your usual practice room. You switch the lights on, drop your bag and sigh once you’re greeted by your reflection. Maybe that’s why Jungkook hadn’t talked to you all day, you looked like hell on earth.
You connect your phone to the speaker, scrolling pass songs you usually danced to. After 5 minutes of scanning through songs, you finally pick one, something faster than usual in hopes of burning out all of your negative thinking. The first beat drops against the speakers and you take one glance at yourself through the mirror before shutting your eyes and snapping your body to the beat. You erase all thoughts from your mind while following the flow of the song, feeling the adrenaline run through you. Dancing was always your form of therapy but as much as you wanted him out of your mind, all you could think about was the way Jungkook’s body had molded perfectly against yours and how you wanted nothing more than to have him pressed against you while you swayed to the beat.
The song ends faster than you had wanted it to and you let out a groan as you run your hands through your hair, feeling the sweat drip down your body from one song alone.
"Fuck!“ You hiss, annoyed at yourself for letting your thoughts consume you.
You hear yourself panting and just as you were about to snap your head back and grab your water bottle, a figure catches your attention from the mirror. Jungkook was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest with his eyes trained on you and his face completely unreadable. The sight alone knocks the breath out of you but you do your best to seem unfazed. After ignoring you for the whole day, you had not expected him to be standing in front of you.
"May I help you?” You ask, proud that you had kept your voice steady.
Jungkook simply shrugs as he picks up your water bottle and tosses it to you. You frown as you catch it in your hands. What was Jungkook upto?
You down the drink immediately, just realizing how thirsty you were. Jungkook’s eyes leave yours for a few seconds, watching the movement of your throat and the rise and fall of your chest.
"I’m busy, Jungkook. If you’ve got nothing important to tell me then I should get ba-“
"Like hell I’d leave.” He mocks a high pitched voice and you furrow your eyebrows. What the hell had gotten into him?
Then it hits you, he was mocking your voice. Like hell I’d kiss him! That was the exact phrase you had screamed to Jimin earlier and he had heard it.
“Jungkook, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.” You sigh before tying your hair up in a pony tail, annoyed that it was now sticking to your face. Jungkook watches you, his sharp eyes not telling you anything, not even if he was mad at you.
“Yeah? Well how we’re you planning it to come out then?” He bobs his head to the side.
“I didn’t plan for it to come out at all. Jimin’s a little shit at times and he’d never let me live it down if he knew what we did. He practically assumes I fucked you! I dont want to deal with his constant teasing and I dont want you to deal with it too. I dont us to get awkward or anything.” Well, that planned back fired didn’t it? Cause here you two are now and all you feel is nothing but awkward at how things had turned out.
“Let him assume then.” He shrugs, suddenly taking a step towards you “Unless you don’t want him to know at all? Cause you like him or something."
"What?” You scoff “Didn’t I just tell you last night that Jimin wasn’t my type?”
"Would you kiss him?“
You frown at the out of blue question that slips out of his mouth and suddenly feel the need to tug your hair in frustration. Where in the world was Jungkook going with this?
"No! I swear to god, do you not hear anything I’m sa-” The words die down on your lips as Jungkook suddenly pushes himself off of the wall he was leaning on, grabbing your phone connected to the speaker and playing the song Jimin and Jihyun were going to perform during the showcase. He starts taking large strides towards you before he wraps his arms around your waist and pushes you back against the mirror, trapping you against it and his body. You let out a gasp as he leans closer to you, face inches away from yours while every other part of you was flushed against him.
"Dance with me.“ He breaths out and you shut your eyes, trying to hide your excitement at having him so close to you again. You craved him, no matter how irritated you were, your body couldn’t deny the effect he had on you.
He pulls away from you, only to tug onto your hand and pull you with him. He twirls your body and presses your back against his chest, the position all too familiar as he places his hands on your waist.
"Why wouldn’t you kiss Jimin then?” He hums against your ear, swaying your body from side to side, placing his thigh right in between yours making you stifle a gasp as Jungkook smirks at your reflection, glad at his effect on you.
"I-I dont want to.“ You choke out before shaking your head, in hopes to clear your mind which was now clouded with raw desire.
"Hmmm.” He nods, as if considering it before standing up straight and backing away from you. You blink up at him in confusion, almost whimpering at the loss of contact while he circles past you only to lean against the mirror, a small smile on his lips.
“What about me?” He breaths out, eyes fluttering as he blinks down at your lips before looking back into your eyes.
“What about you?” You squeak out, dodging the question but Jungkook just smirks before licking his lower lip and bobbing his head to the side.
“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart.” He mumbles before meeting your gaze yet again “Cause I’m not doing anything unless I know you actually want it."
You mentally groan at him, just realizing that the frustration you were feeling earlier was actually sexual frustration and the root cause of it was standing right before you, running his tongue against his lips and breaking your last hope at control.
"Kiss me before I slam your head against the mirror, Jeon.” Your words release a chuckle from his lips and you were sure you’ve never heard a more beautiful sound. Before you could even smile back at him, Jungkook’s lips slam against yours and your hands fly out to hold the sleeves of his shirt as both your mouths moved against each other. Jungkook’s tongue traces a line against your lips and you immediately give him access, battling against him for dominance as your hands find their way into his hair, trying to bring him even closer to you. You bite down gently on his lower lip and the groan that leaves Jungkook’s lips are music to your ears. You stand corrected, this was the most beautiful sound you had heard. Jungkook pulls away from you and you were about to let out a whine when his lips suddenly latch onto your neck. Instead, you let out a purr of satisfaction, angling your head to the side and giving him more access as his kisses turn from light pecks to slow biting and sucking. How you were going to leave the studio without anyone noticing the marks on your neck, you didn’t know. But hell you didn’t even care anymore. You didn’t even know just how far you two would have gone until you hear the loud call from outside the door. Your eyes snap open as Jungkook stills against you.
“Hey, you two. The studio’s closing early, everyone’s being asked to leave tonight.” You hear Jimin’s teasing voice and you let out a groan before leaning your head back against the mirror “I’m going to kill him, I swear.”
“Not if I beat you to it.” Jungkook growls but places another kiss against your lips
“You busy tonight?”
You let out a smile before shaking your head and wrapping your hands around his neck "Nope, parents aren’t home tonight so I’m a free bird.“
"Perfect.” He groans, leaning against your body “Cause I’m starving and I heard your an amazing cook."
"Inviting yourself over now?” You tease and Jungkook’s answering blush leaves you in bliss as you chuckle and nudge him off of you so that you could grab your bag.
“I am cause I can’t handle another night of Jimin cock blocking me too.” He breaths out.
You blink at him in surprise, feeling a familiar heat pulse through your core at the 14 words that almost had your knees bucking.
Jeon Jungkook was going to be the death of you.
"I make a mean lasagna.“ You smile and the grin that crosses his face has your heart fluttering against your chest in excitement. Oh, the things you could do to him.
If someone had told you 3 days ago that you’d be laughing your ass off in your own home with Jeon Jungkook, you would have called them crazy. Yet here you are, covering your mouth as you watch Jungkook frown at the set of ingredients laid out in front of him, trying to decide what went where.
"I swear if you make me do this, we’re going to end up ordering take out.”
“It’s not that hard, lasagna’s pretty basic!” You giggle before slapping his hands away and bumping your hips against his, telling him to move. Jungkook arches an eyebrow, taking a side step to move out of your way but still trying to linger close to you. You tie your still damp hair up in a ponytail, fresh from the shower you had taken. Jungkook glances at your neck, a wide smile forming on his lips at the sight of the purple mark flowering against your skin. He watches in silent fascination as you roll up the sleeves of your sweater before you start placing all the ingredients together. You work in concentration, unaware of the plan blossoming in the young boy’s mind as he steps behind you, gently placing his hands on your hips. You freeze for a few seconds, your eyebrows arching in surprise, but you immediately shake it off, deciding to feign ignorance as you continue working. Jungkook lets out a smirk before dipping his head down to place his lips against the back of your neck. The sensation has you shutting your eyes for a few seconds before you clear your throat and lean back against him, trying to push him off of you.
“I have to finish this and put it in the oven Jungkook."
"Who said I was stopping you? By all means, finish.” He smiles at you and you have to roll your eyes at him before turning back to what you were doing. Jungkook was more confident now, pleased to know he was affecting you. He runs his hands against the hem of your shirt, slightly lifting it up and placing his fingers against your abdomen, his cold hands pressing on your warm skin. You suck in a breath before taking the last pieces of ingredients, silently thanking the heavens that you were almost done. Jungkook attacks again by planting soft kisses against your neck, gently nibbling on your skin every now and then. You bite your tongue in hopes to stop the moan that was threatening to leave your lips. Jungkook’s thumb rubs small circles against your skin, his hips edging closer and closer to your behind. You let out a small smirk as you lift the tray off the kitchen island, backing up against Jungkook and lightly grinding your hips against him. Jungkook immediately groans in surprise, not expecting the action. When his hands drop from your stomach you immediately shimmy away from him and walk towards the oven. You place the tray inside and smile happily as you adjust the timer. Now all you had to do was wait.
Or better yet, play.
You angle your head back and smirk at Jungkook who was now glaring at you, annoyed that the small act had affected him so much. He had craved you for two days and he despised the fact that every chance he got with you was blocked once you two had gotten close to doing anything at all. Jungkook wanted you and if he wasn’t going to get you tonight, there would be hell to pay. His own.
"You look like you want to kill me, Jeon.“ You hum as you wash your hands, eyes still trained on Jungkook.
"Do I?” His voice is low and the way it wraps around you has you shivering in anticipation.
You lean against the counter beside you and bob your head to the side. You cross your arms over your chest and shrug. “What do you want to do?” You ask, voice dancing against Jungkook’s ears and causing him to shiver with excitement.
“Are you really asking me that?” His voice almost comes out as a plea, sounding so delicious that you have to press your thighs together.
“I’m waiting."
Those words were all Jungkook needed as he basically flew towards you, arms wrapping around you as he backed you against the kitchen wall, lips immediately slamming against yours. He wastes no time, running his tongue against your lips and capturing your gasp into his own mouth. Jungkook grabs both your thighs and you immediately circle your arms around his neck as he lifts your legs up and wrap them around him. You let out a moan when his arousal rubs right against you, shocking you at how hard he already was.
"Bedroom?” He mumbles against your lips but you shake your head, running your fingers through his hair.
“Too far. Living room.” You inform him and Jungkook is quick to move as he navigates you both out of the kitchen and into the living room, lips never leaving yours. Once you reach the couch, Jungkook lowers himself to sit down while you straddle him, your hips immediately grinding down in slow circles that has Jungkook choking in pleasure.
“Fuck” he hisses and you smile in satisfaction as you trail kisses down his jawline, his neck, then on a spot right below his earlobe that has him mewling in pleasure. So this was his weak spot. You take note of your discovery while grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it off of him, eyes widening when you see the toned upper body that greeted you. Jungkook was definitely a greek god, you were sure of it now. You lick your lips in appreciation before running your nails against his perfectly sculptured abdomen. Jungkook throws his head back, a string of curses leaving his mouth once you attached your lips back onto his weak spot, biting down hard only to swipe your tongue against the bitten are as an apology.
“Y/N, holy shit.” The way your name had rolled off of his tongue sends another wave of heat pulsing through you and you start grinding harder against him, hoping to relieve yourself from the intense amount of need from your own arousal.
Jungkook’s runs his hands up your waist then towards your hair, grabbing your ponytail and undoing it, letting your hair fall around you. He grabs a hand full before leading your lips back against his. He grabs the end of your sweater and all but tears it off of you. Jungkook palms your chest over your bra and the whimper that leaves your lips has him smiling as he takes your bottom lip between his own teeth.
“You have no idea how fucking sexy you are.” He mutters as he pushes your bra straps down one by one, revealing your bare chest to him as he sits back and admires you. You reach behind to unhook your bra, letting it fall down against the couch. Before you can place your hands back on Jungkook’s chest, he wraps his arms around you, imprisoning you from moving as he latches onto one of your nipples. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back in pleasure as Jungkook’s tongue darts around you, his free hand pinching the other neglected bud. You arch your back against him while Jungkook reaches for your thighs, suddenly flipping you over till your back lies against the cool leather of the couch. You were about to call him out but Jungkook claims your lips yet again, his chest pressing against yours as he grinds his erection right onto your clothed core. He swallows your moans and smiles against your lips at the feel of your hard nipples rubbing against his chest as you dug your nails onto his back. Jungkook trails kisses down your jawline, chest, stomach and right above the waistband of your shorts. You suck in a breath as you watch him slide your shorts and underwear down your legs, his eyes locked on yours the entire time. Once he’d taken everything off, he spares one glance at your core and tips his head back and groans.
“Fuck, Y/N.” He all but hisses through his teeth “You’re so fucking wet."
You blush at the comment, hoping to press your legs together and hide from him but Jungkook shakes his head and places his hands against your thighs, separating them.
"Kook what are y-FUCK!” You arch your back as he swipes his tongue flat against where you had needed him the most. You twine your fingers through his hair while he laps his tongue against your core, tasting every bit of you that he could.
“Shit baby, have you always tasted this good?” He hums against you and you bite your lower lip, biting back the moan that wanted to escape you from his words alone. Unexpectedly, Jungkook inserts a finger into you and your back all but flies off of the couch. Jungkook starts pumping into you at a slow pace, making you hiss and urge him to speed up. He chuckles lightly at your aggression before planting a kiss against your naval, adding another finger and pulling in and out of you faster. You place your hands over your mouth, hoping to silence your mewls but Jungkook immediately grabs your hand, growling.
“Let me hear you.” He hisses before circling his tongue over your clit. You lose it. You scream out his name and Jungkook starts moving his fingers faster. You feel your stomach tightening just as your legs shake, the first tell tale signs of your oncoming orgasm. The lewd sounds that leave your mouth urges Jungkook on as he laps his tongue around you before taking your clit between both his lips and lightly sucking. A broken cry escapes you as you press your thighs against his head.
“Jungkook, I’m clos-FUCK!” He doesnt even let you finish as he scissors his fingers inside you, finally breaking your wall of pleasure. You moan out his name, a haze of white cover your eyes as you shiver, feeling Jungkook still pumping his fingers in you, helping you ride out your high.
“Shit” You breath out and watch as Jungkook smiles down at you, licking his fingers clean. The sight alone has another wave of heat pulsing through you and this time you had no doubts that Jeon Jungkook was going to be the absolute death of you.
Jungkook watches as you sit up, eyes twinkling with mischief as you press him back against the couch. His eyes follow you as you press a chaste kiss against his lips before sinking down on the floor on your knees. Your hands trail down his body before stopping against his belt to tease him. You gingerly run your nails against his bulge making Jungkook groan and throw his head back on the couch. His self control was on the verge of snapping as he fought back the urge to rip his own pants off of him and just ram himself into your pretty little mouth.
“Needy, aren’t we?” You smile, unbuckling his belt as slowly as you could, teasing him.
“You have no fucking idea.” He growls before he pushes down his own pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs. You glance down at him in silent appreciation when you see the tip of his length peaking out of the waistband. You palm him through his clothed member and Jungkook’s choked moan has you smiling as you place a kiss against his thigh. You push his boxers down and wrap your nibble fingers around him causing Jungkook to buck against your hand in need.
“Cockblocked for one day and your already this hard for me?” You tease, biting down your own desire to ravage him, to milk out every moan and scream of pleasure out of him, to have him sexually fucked up that he’d forget his own name.
Jungkook sees the fiery look in your eyes and a wide smirk plasters across his lips as he shakes his head
“Oh I’ve wanted you for longer than that, sweetheart. Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I’ve been cockblocked.” His confession stuns you. You blink up at him, your mind just processing the depth of his words. Jungkook had wanted you before the lap dance. Jungkook had noticed you before you even entertained the idea of him. Something sets ablaze inside of you and the poor little boy had not prepared himself when you had suddenly wrapped your lips around his length, taking in as much of him as you could. Jungkook’s arms attach a death like grip against the couch’s arm rest, his thigh’s muscles tightening as he screws his eyes shut and throws his head back, moaning out your name followed by a string of curses. The reaction is so addicting that you pull him out of your mouth with a pop only to gently swipe your tongue against the tip of his length.
”Y/N, please.“ Oh how you loved begging. Lived for it to be exact. But Jungkook looked too much in pain for you to tease him any further. You take him back into your mouth, your head bobbing up and down, taking him deeper and deeper each time. Jungkook’s hand now threads through your hair, trying to push your head onto him as far as you could go. When he had pulled far too stronger than you had liked, you stop bobbing your head, his tip hitting the back of your throat.
Then you swallow.
”Fucking hell, Y/N!!“ He moans, his grip disappearing as he tugs onto his own hair this time. You pull him out of your mouth and smile ecstatically at the sight of him. Jeon Jungkook was borderline fucked up. With his body sweating, his veins protruding against his skin and his eyes completely livid as they stare down at you, wondering if you were real or just a figment of his sexual fantasies.
He didn’t even notice when you had put the condom on him or where you even got it in the first place. Jungkook only snaps back into reality when he sees you slowly crawl up against his lap, lining your entrance against him then slowly sinking down and taking in his length inch by delicious inch.
Yup, You were addictively real.
Before you could make it half way through him, Jungkook places his hands on your hips, stopping you. “You sure about this?” He all but croaks out, trying to control himself when all he wanted to do was to slam into you with every ounce of strength in him.
“Jungkook.” You hiss, nails digging onto his back. Off all the moments he had chosen to be chivalrous, he chose this one.
“Fuck me. NOW.”
“With pleasure!” He answers back before he’s deep inside of you. The lewd sounds that exit both your mouths vibrate against the walls. Your hands fly onto his shoulders, gripping onto him for dear life. Jungkook gives you time to adjust, his hands flat against the couch as he lets out a steadying breath. You were about to rise up and ride him but Jungkook suddenly grabs your hips and twists both of you so that you were now lying on your back against the couch with him on top of you. This was the second time he had done this and you weren’t pleased at all.
“What are you doing?” You growl, annoyed at the loss of dominance.
“Taking control, sweetheart. You don’t play fair.” Jungkook smiles down at you, his arms flexing at the amount of control he was forcing himself to use. You had teased him almost past his breaking point and this was his method of retribution.
It doesn’t take long till your whining and grinding your hips against him, begging him to move.
“Jungkook, move. Please.”
“I dont know, I kind of like it like this.” He runs his nose against your neck, a devil like smirk on his face.
“Jungkook! I need you to move. I fucking need you.”
Jungkook slam his lips against yours just so he wouldn’t spit out more curses that could send him straight to hell. It turns out that Jungkook himself had just discovered one of his sexual weaknesses today: your begging.
He slowly starts to rock his hips against you, his speed aggravating you as you suddenly bite down onto his lip. Jungkook’s groan is almost beast like as you smile and pull away from his kiss, your mouth hovering close to his ear.
“You’re not going to break me, Jeon. Do your worst."
Jungkook had lost it, his vision had blurred and the only thought he had in his mind was to give everything you had asked for. He thrusts out of you only to slam back in in full force. Both of you let out moans of each others name, the pleasure too much to handle.
Why hadn’t you fucked Jungkook earlier? You should’ve definitely fucked him sooner.
"Its crazy.” Jungkook groans, his arms flexing as he stares down at you “You’re so fucking tight."
"Mmm Thanks?” You still found it in you to tease him and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at you, his eyes twinkling in adoration that has your breath knocked out of you. It only lasts a second until the feeling is immediately replaced by the moan that escapes your lips as you arch your back. Jungkook had started hitting a certain spot in you that had turned your vision hazy. Craving more of your beautiful reaction, he decides to slam into that spot over and over again. Jungkook takes his lower lip between his teeth, the sight of you loosing yourself was almost enough to push him over the edge. He was close and he knew it.
“Jungkook, I’m not gonna last any longer.” You almost scream out when he slams into you even harder now. Jungkook grabs both your hands, intertwining his fingers through yours as traps them over your head, his speed picking up even faster now. You throw your head from side to side, lost in a world of intense pleasure, your climax building up even stronger.
“Come on baby, cum for me.” Jungkook coaxes you and another slam of his hips does the trick as you scream out his name, the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced rocking through your body. The image of your state was enough to have Jungkook coming after you but once your heat clenches around him, tightening around his member, Jungkook all but collapses on top of you finally riding out his own orgasm.
Both of you are wrecked and panting as you lay there motionless, the aftershocks of sex vibrating off of both of you.
“Holy shit.” Jungkook mumbles as he nuzzles your neck and pulls out of you.
"That was-“ You swallow, unsure how to explain what had just happened ”-wow.“
Jungkook chuckles before nodding and lifting his head up to look you in the eye "Wow.”
You study Jungkook’s face, just coming to notice certain features you weren’t able to pick up on before. The mole right below his lip, his habit of pursing his lips every now and then, his eyes that could shift from innocence to sinfulness in the matter of a few seconds. You had noticed them now, and as much as it scared you to say it, you realized you adored them.
“What?” Jungkook says after a while, embarrassed of being under the scrutiny of your gaze.
“Nothing.” You hum and shift your gaze to the ceiling, your fingers tracing small circles against his back. Jungkook smiles at the small gesture, his eyes trying to get you to look at him again. You notice his efforts and bite back a smile as you shut your eyes, depriving him of what he had wanted.
Jungkook clicks his tongue at you but smiles before dipping his head down to place his lips on yours. You had not expected the kiss and when you slowly open your eyes to stare at him, Jungkook immediately smiles against your lips.
“There they are.” He hums and just as you were about to blush, a sudden buzzing has your eyes widening and shoving him off of you, remembering your lasagna.
“Our dinner!” You squeal, running butt naked into the kitchen, scared that you would’ve ruined your creation before Jungkook even got to taste it.
The left behind boy watches in silent awe as you throw on an apron, scrambling around the kitchen for oven mitts. He lets out a wide smile as he collapses back on the couch, heart hammering against his chest.
BACKGROUND: A Lap dance with Jungkook suddenly stirs feelings both of you never thought existed between you.
AUTHORS NOTE: this is just part one out of a twoshot. The smut will be posted on the second part. I’d just like to warn you that I absolutely can write smut to save my life so bear with me :’(
The words echoes in your brain, a constant reminder of your failure and of the economical injustice that a single blow job could do.
You grab a random shot glass from the table and press it against your lips, welcoming the bitter heat down your throat. You slam the glass down and hang your head in defeat as you drone out the vibrations around you. You clench your fists together as the announcement earlier this morning flashes back in your head.
"For the female lead, let us all congratulate Ms. Jung Jihyun"
A chorus of unsure claps echo around the room as you feel your breathing stop. You lean against the wall behind you and snap your head up to look at Mr. Byun, begging him to say it was a joke, that he was lying and the part was actually yours. As if he senses your gaze, he lifts his head up to look up at you, an apologetic smile gracing his lips.
"Understudy, Y/FN"
Eyes turn to look at you in disbelief as you swallow the lump stuck in your throat, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Months of training, days you spent away from the world, all wasted as the part that everyone knew was meant for you was given to…
"Better luck next time.“ You hear Jihyun say as she places her hand in front of you, a teasing smile on her face as she shrugs her shoulders “No hard feelings, right?“
"Back off, Jihyun.” You hear Jimin hiss from beside you but you simply wave him off as you square you shoulders and meet her gaze head on.
"Go choke on Mr. Byun’s cock one more time why dont you?“ You smile before turning around to look at your friends who glare at the girl beside you as she lets out a scoff, ready to call you out. Before she can say anything, you force the smirk on your face and turn to look at her, your eyes twinkling in anger.
"Break a leg."
"How about I actually break it for her? That cock sucking whore!” You hiss in anger, making a reach for another shot glass but a hand quickly takes it from you. You prepare yourself for another verbal battle with the asshole who dared to mess with you but once your eyes land on Jungkook, the words die on your mouth.
"Understudy problems?“ He smiles, head bobbing to the side as he takes the shot onto his own lips.
"Feeling the same?” You ask. Jungkook was Jimin’s understudy as the older boy was assigned the leading male role, basically being Jihyun’s on stage partner.
"Not really.“ He shrugs as he takes the seat in front of you "Jimin Hyung definitely deserved the lead role this time."
"Yeah he did.” You nod, remembering how much your best friend had practiced just as much as you. Both of you were aiming for the lead roles for this season and spent more hours in the dance room rather than at home. Luckily, Jimin had gotten what he deserved. While you on the other hand, got the bitter end of the deal.
"Every one in that dance studio knows you deserved that role, Y/N. Dont down yourself so much.“ Jungkook senses your distress and you just let out a scoff as you rub your hands together, every bone aching night you spent practicing replaying in your head.
"It still wasn’t enough.”
"That’s cause she played dirty!“ Jungkook groaned "Everyone knows she slept with Mr. Byun to get that part! Don’t even think that she could compare to you! She can’t do half the things you can!"
You blink your eyes in surprise, shocked that Jungkook was getting so worked up about something that concerned you. You weren’t really close per say. Sure you were in the same team but Jungkook always chose to be by himself when you practiced. He’d distance himself, only ever talking to your male colleagues when needed. Jungkook hardly gave the girls any notice when in truth, every girl was basically head over heels over him. Jungkook was not only a greek god by looks but his talent on the dance floor could leave any person speechless, his talent ranging from contemporary to breakdance.
"Th-Thanks.” You blush “But I guess talent isn’t enough in this industry anymore."
"Then fight fire with fire.” Jungkook mutters, pouring you another shot before pouring himself one.
"You mean sleep with Mr. Byun?“ You frown, taking the shot glass in your hands.
"God no!” He scoffs “Dont even fucking think about it. You’re way better than that."
You let out a smile before placing the shot glass against your lips "What makes you so sure about that, Jeon?"
The questions shocks him as he stares at you wide eyed, an innocent look of confusion crossing his features. He immediately shakes the shock away, a darker looking taking over his face as he leans closer to you.
"I just know.” He shrugs before downing his own shot. You roll your eyes at him before turning your head back when you hear the familiar voices of your friends.
"Hey baby.“ Hoseok coos as he places his arms over your shoulder.
"Ew.” You frown, pushing him off of you before laughing. From the corner of your eye, you can see Jungkook’s back straightening as he watches you.
"Hey Kook.“ Jimin greets him, taking the seat beside the younger boy "I thought you weren’t coming?"
You glance at the younger boy who gives Jimin a small smile before turning to look at you again "I had nothing better to do."
"Well I think it’s great you made it!” Jimin chimes before turning to look at you, a sad expression suddenly taking over his features “You okay?”
"Quit it with the apologetic looks Chim, before I slap you.“ You groan, annoyed.
"Alright, I’m sorry.” He waves “But I just want you as a partner so bad! Jihyun’s over there right now basically raping Mr.Byun and I cant stand the fact that I have to work with her for months!”
"Well at least you can describe how Mr. Byun’s dick tastes to us now.“ Hoseok teases making the younger boy fling a bottle cap at him. You bite back a laugh and turn to look at Jungkook who was shaking his head as he smiled. Has he always been this good looking?
As if sensing your gaze, Jungkook turns to look at you. He arches an eyebrow and you simply shake your head before turning to look back at Jimin, embarrassed that you had been caught staring.
"Okay Okay!” The DJ suddenly calls out through the speakers as the music dies down. The crowd whines in protest but turn to him in attention nonetheless.
"So right now, Han’s agency is celebrating with us all. How about I hear you guys out? Han agency?“
The boys around you scream, the rest of the club vibrating with the screams of your fellow members.
"Alright!” The DJ laughs “Now I heard some of ya’ll are dancers! In fact I’ve been watching most of you on the dance floor and shiiiiit"
"Can he just get to the point?” You hear Jungkook mutter behind you and you have to stifle a laugh as you bite your lower lip, leaning against the table behind you.
"Now in the club, we all know what type of dancing we all appreciate, so how about we get these dancers to show us what a lap dance really is?“
You watch as Jihyun smiles at the DJ and nods her head. You turn to look at Jimin who meets your gaze and nods in agreement.
"She gave the DJ this idea.” Hoseok speaks out your spoken agreement before rolling his eyes “She’s really something isn’t she?"
The crowds starts cheering as Jihyun starts tugging Mr. Byun’s hands towards the stage where a few chairs were laid out.
"Ey Ey!” The DJ howls “How about we make this a competition though? Best lap dancer gets free shots all night!”
The crowd hollers and Jihyun laughs as she scans the room, waiting for takers. And for some sick reason, her eyes land on you. She places her hands on her hips before smirking and wagging her eyebrows. You let out a scoff as you ball your hands into fists, trying to resist the urge to run towards her and slam her head against the asphalt.
"Come on, Y/N. I’ll partner with you, I can’t fucking stand her!“ Jimin screams as he stands in front of you, eyes begging you to stand up.
"What? You want me to go up there and compete with her?” You frown.
"She’s fucking asking for it!“ Hoseok groans as he turns to you, basically shoving you off of your seat "Now go fucking grind on Jimin and teach her who’s boss!"
"I- No, I cant even lap dance. What the hell!” You shake your head, but catch the laugh that escapes Jihyun’s mouth as she watches you. Your jaw locks in anger but you force yourself to turn to look at Jimin who pouts at you.
"Y/N, you have hips that would put any stripper to shame! Come on, a lap dance isn’t that different from what we usually do, you just have to dance on someone!“
You blush at Jimin’s choice of words but let out a sigh, actually reconsidering. A slight cough catches your attention and you snap your head back, forgetting that Jungkook was actually around.
"Jimin’s right. You beat her in all aspects of dancing, she may be a whore but a lap dance is still a form of dance. You can still show her her place.” He agrees and you feel your cheeks heating up even more. Never in your life would you have expected such a compliment about you to leave Jungkook’s lips.
"I- I dont know.“ You mutter "I dont really have any idea what to do.”
"Jimin Hyung.“ Jungkook calls out before standing up and rubbing the back of his neck "If you dont mind, how about I go up with Y/N there? I can guide her through a few moves and it’ll be fun to have both understudy’s up there to show Mr. Byun a few things about ourselves.”
Your eyes widen at his preposition and you turn to look at Jimin who purses his lips before shrugging his shoulders and nodding “That sounds good. Plus, Jihyun’s always had a crush on Jungkook so this’ll piss her off even more.”
You turn to glance at Jungkook who just shakes his head before looking down at you with a smile “You game?”
You let out a sigh, turning your head back to look at the stage where Jihyun waves at you. You let out a growl before jumping off of your seat, wrapping your hands around Jungkook’s wrists and tugging him behind you.
"Looks like we have a contender!“ The DJ screams and you can hear most of the people in your agency scream in excitement. You walk up the stage and Jihyun is there to meet you, hands on her hips and the devils smile on her face.
"Wow Unnie, you actually wanna do this? Some people do wanna get burned by the same flame twice huh?"
"How about you shut up and just go ride that old man’s cock?” An arms wraps itself around your shoulders and the look of shock that crosses Jihyun’s face was so delicious that you had to lean against Jungkook’s body and smile as you turn up to look at him, the competitiveness vibrating off of him.
"Okay, so what song are we playing?“ The DJ asks you, cutting off your competitive banter.
"Lights down low by Bei Maejor.” Jungkook announces before smiling down at you. You rack your brain, trying to remember the song but you catch the shrug of shoulders of Jihyun.
"Perfect.“ She then places her hand on Jungkook’s bicep, a small smile on her face "Good choice, Jungkook. Maybe we should switch partners?"
"No thanks.” Jungkook bites his lower lip and adjusts the hat on his head “I’m pretty excited to see how this goes as it is."
You feel your lungs tighten at his comment as he leaves you to take a seat on the prepared chair on the stage. You turn to look at him as your heart starts slamming against your chest in nervousness. Jungkook senses your discomfort as he places his elbows on his knees and locks eyes with you.
"Eyes on me, ignore everything else.” He mouths before leaning against his seat with a smile, his legs spread “I got you."
Your spine shivers at the sight, the loud cheers of the crowd turning into a small drone as Jungkook’s gaze shifts into something darker, something more commanding.
Keep your eyes on me.
Your body obeys as you suck in a breath, studying each curve of Jungkook’s body, trying to decide how you were going to place yourself on him. How you were going to curve your body against his once the song started. You listen as the DJ starts talking to the crowd, reminding them to cheer for the dancer that they liked better. You could feel Jihyun watching you from the corner of her eyes, hoping to taunt you as she stands right in front of Mr. Byun, ready to jump onto his lap.
A low beat suddenly starts bouncing off of the walls as the crowds cheers die down. Jungkook licks his lips and your eyes follows the wet muscle as they run along his lips and a shiver runs down your spine. How good would it feel to have his tongue running against your skin?
You hear the crowd scream in loud cheers, causing you to snap your head to the side where you find Jihyun on Mr. Byun’s lap, her hips grinding back and fourth while she had her hands in her hair. You watch in sickening horror as the crowd cheers her on, aroused by her act.
A whistle snaps you out of your reverie and you turn to look back at Jungkook who was frowning at you.
"Focus.” He mutters “The beat is starting."
You let out a breath before closing your eyes and clenching your fists. You listen to the music and do your best to drone out every other sound in the room. You take another deep breath as you shut your mind just like every other time you danced. Once you were in your state of solitude, the music being the only thing you hear as it vibrates against your body, you snap your eyes open. Jungkook’s wide eyes greet you as your body starts swaying to the music. He watches in silent awe as your body rolls against the music, slowly making your way towards him. Once your foot lands against his, you see Jungkook’s hands twitching by his sides, wanting to touch you but controlling himself as you perform for him. You place a hand on his shoulder, body swaying as you kick his legs apart and place your knee on the chair right by his crotch. Jungkook sucks in a breath as you bend your body down and wave your body against him. He grabs the back of your thigh but you slap his hand away before doing a one eighty, placing your back against his chest as you land against his lap.
”Fuck“ Jungkook breaths out as you grind against him, following the beat of the music. The crowd goes wild but you ignore them as you listen to the next few beats. Jungkook places his hands on your hips and you bite back a smile as you feel a hardness forming against your behind. Jungkook leans forward, pressing his chest against you as he takes your free hand in his, intertwining your fingers then placing it on his neck.
"Ready for the grand finale?” He breaths against your neck but instead of answering, you wave your body and grind your hips against him causing Jungkook to choke back a moan, the grip on your hips tightening. As the end of the song approaches, Jungkook suddenly pushes you to stand up and before the shock hits you, he pulls you against him and places one leg between your own. He grabs your hips and pushes you down against him as his own body sways against the music. You gasp at the feeling of his hard-on against you but your body has a mind of its own as you place both your hands on the back of his neck. Jungkook then suddenly twists you around, making sure not to detach your hips as your face suddenly lands inches away from his. You suck in a breath as he sways your bodies, hands suddenly on the small of your back.
"I’m gonna dip you, hold onto my shoulders.“ He mutters and you immediately do as told. As the last few beats of the song plays, Jungkook dips you and you let out a gasp, balling your hands against his shirt. You expect him to immediately pull you up after dipping you but to your surprise you find Jungkook dipping down towards you. One hand suddenly making its way to the back of your thigh and wrapping it around him. You let out a breath before doing one last wave, your hips grinding against his crotch in a slow circular motion and the groan that leaves Jungkook’s lips are music to your ears as he snaps your bodies up right when the music cuts off.
Both your chest are heaving as you stare at each other, faces inches away, bodies glued together while sweat dripped down both of you. Loud cheers suddenly snap you out of your trance and you snap your head to the side, finding the crowd going crazy as they all stared at you while you and Jungkook stood in the middle of the stage. You turn to look behind Jungkook and find Jihyun scoffing as she crossed her arms over her chest before stomping off of the stage.
"Looks like we have a winner!” The DJ laughs then winks at you. Your eyes widen in shock and the laugh of the boy beside you has you stepping back in surprise. You hadn’t realized just how close to Jungkook you were. He watches you with a small smile on his lips as he places his hands in his pockets.
"Guess we showed her whose boss huh?“
Seems like we showed her way more than that.
You make your way back towards your friends and before you can even sit down, Jimin wraps his arms around you and spins you around.
”I swear to God, y/n.“ He all but screeches before setting you down "That was- holy shit. Could you dance on me this time?”
A laugh escapes your lips as you playfully roll your eyes. Jimin sets you down and you turn around to find Jungkook laughing at Hoseok who tries mimicking the move Jungkook had made. A slight blush creeps on your cheeks and you quickly turn away from him. Jungkook drones out Hoseok’s voice, eyes digging into you as you laugh at Jimin who was acting out the look on Jihyun’s face while watching your little performance. You feel his gaze on you and without your control, you angle your head to the side and catch his eyes. Jungkook purses his lips before stepping away from Hoseok and towards you. You watch in nervousness as he clears his throat behind Jimin, trying to silence the shorter boy.
"Can I borrow, Y/N for a while?“ Jungkook smiles down at Jimin who immediately widens his eyes before turning to look at you with a knowing smile. You roll your eyes at him, trying to hide your own embarrassment at the thoughts crossing Jimin’s mind.
"You can keep her just make sure she can still walk af-” Before your bestfriend can finish his sentence you stuff your hand against his face and shove him back. He lets out a laugh as you hiss at him before grabbing Jungkook’s wrist and pulling him away before Jimin could embarrass you even more. Once at a good distance, you let out a sigh and stop walking, suddenly aware that you were holding onto Jungkook. You drop his arm and clear your throat before slowly turning to look at him.
"You-What’s up?“ You squeak, internally screaming at yourself for sounding so nervous around him. You two practically dry humped each other in front of a hundred pair of eyes, why on earth should you feel embarrassed now?
"Wanna have dinner?"
You weren’t expecting the question so you snap your head up to look at him, expecting to see any trace of humor on his face but Jungkook just stared down at you in all seriousness, waiting for an answer.
"What- Jungkook, its 1am."
"Then a midnight snack, call it whatever you want. Let’s just get out of here.” He shrugs, adjusting the hat on his head and smiling down at you “please say yes.”
"What about them Jimin? We won free shots right, they wouldn’t want to leave this early.“ You mutter, trying to step on your tip toes so that you could see over the crowd and look for Jimin and Hoseok.
"Just us.”
You suck in a breath before looking back at Jungkook who nibbles on his lower lip nervously while looking at you “I mean, if you want. If you wanna stay here and drink we can-"
"Pizza sounds good.” You cut him off and if words could explain how beautiful Jungkook’s slow smile was, you’d fill a dictionary at how bad your stomach was fluttering.
Had he always looked this good?
“Two pepperoni pizza’s with extra extra extra cheese.” Jungkook smiles at you as he slides across the seat in front of you, a wicked smile on his lips as he stares lovingly at the pizza slices he had set down. You arch an eyebrow in interest, shocked at the new found demeanor you’ve discovered about him.
"So, how long have you and Jimin been a thing or something?“
"What?” You end up coughing around the pizza slice you were biting onto and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at you as you place the slice down and wipe the corner of your lips, your cheeks turning red from embarrassment.
"What in the world gave you that idea?“ Jimin? He thought you and Jimin were an item? Well sure, a few people had suspected you and Jimin to be a couple but it surprised you each and every time when they confronted you about it. Jimin was your bestfriend of 3 years. Sure you guys were pretty much clingy and touchy with each other, even throwing around a few perverted banters with each other, but you were pretty sure Jimin saw you as a man rather than a woman.
"People at the agency talk and everyone just kind off assumed you two were you know…. not really a couple but…."
"That we’re sleeping together? Ew.” You cringe before grabbing the soda cup you and Jungkook had decided to share. “Jimin’s not my type."
This stuns Jungkook and he stares at you curiously as you shudder at the thought of you and Jimin together. He fights back a smile before taking another bite out of his pizza.
"What is your type then?” He mutters and you end out pursing your lips, before raising your eyes to look up at him.
You.
"I dont really know, but it certainly isn’t Jimin.“ You mumble before looking back down at your pizza slice. Jungkook stares at you as you take your lower lip between your teeth, trying to figure out if you had a type or not. He grips his knees to the point of bruising himself, wanting his own teeth to be the ones massaging your pink lips. He remembers how close your face was to his own earlier during the lap dance. He recalls how good it felt to have your body pressed against his own as you ground yourself on him. If it weren’t for the hundreds of eyes staring down at you both, Jungkook would have probably ravaged you right then and there.
"What’s your type then?” You ask and Jungkook snaps out of his train of thought, a slight blush covering his cheeks as he shifts in his seat, feeling the pressure between his legs.
"I dont have a type.“ He shrugs, finally finishing his pizza slice "If I like a girl, I like a girl. She can be anything in the world so if I like her, I like all of her."
You stare at him in awe, not expecting Jungkook to have such a mindset. You’ve always dubbed Jungkook as a playboy even though you’ve never even seen him with another girl, let alone even talk to the girls in your agency. Yet Jungkook was just too good looking and too mysterious that you had assumed the worse of him. Now you felt horrible for even thinking that way. Maybe there was more too Jeon Jungkook than meets the eye.
It was 4am before you two had decided it was time to go home. Jungkook offers to drop you home and as much as you knew you could make it on your own, you still agree, wanting to spend even at least a few more minutes with him. He pulls up your driveway and you stare up at the dark house where you parents lay, sleeping.
"So this is me.” You mutter, playing with your fingers.
"Thanks for agreeing to the midnight snack.“ Jungkook chuckles as he taps his fingers against the steering wheel.
"It was my pleasure.” You smile back and just as you were about to step out of the car, Jungkook grabs your wrist. You turn to him in shock but he simply stares at you, his face unreadable.
"What’s wrong?“ You ask but before Jungkook could even say anything, both of you jump at the sudden sound of your phone ringing. You dig through your purse before frowning at the picture of Jimin as he called you. You pick up and place the phone against your ears, leaning back against Jungkook’s car seat as he stared at you.
"Jimin?"
”Sweetheart! Where on earth are you? I’ve been worried sick!“ Jimin slurs through the phone and you end up frowning as a loud bass line thumps against the background.
"I’ve been gone for 4 hours.” You remind him.
"And I’ve- I’ve been worried for four hours!“ He hiccups, evidently drunk "Where are you?"
"Jimin, you’re obviously drunk. Are you okay? How are you getting home?” You sigh, rubbing your temples as you worried for your bestfriend.
"I can’t go homeee~ My mom will kill me. Jagiya, where are youuuu?“ He whines and you roll your eyes before letting out another sigh.
"Fine, since your drunk you can stay with me. I’m at-” Your sentence is cut off when Jungkook takes your phone out of your hands and mutters a quick “hyung, i’ll pick you up in 30 mins” before his lips are suddenly on yours. You gasp into the kiss as your eyes widen in shock, not sure how you should be processing all this. Jungkook’s hand slowly drops your wrist before he lifts his hand and threads it through your hair. You feel yourself responding to Jungkook’s kisses and before you could control yourself, you wrap your arms around his neck and press yourself even closer to him. Jungkook groans as you graze your teeth against his lower lip and just as he runs his tongue against your lips, your phone suddenly starts ringing, surprising the both of you. He pulls away from you as you stare at him in shock, your eyes wide, your cheeks pink and your lips swollen. You reach around for your phone, failing to notice the growl that escape Jungkook’s lips as you bring the device to your ear.
"Hello?“ You breathlessly say as Jungkook drops his hands and leans back against his seat, his heart slamming against his chest at the need to claim your lips yet again.
"It’s 30 minutes already! Where’s Jungkook?!” You shut your eyes in irritation at Jimin, knowing damn well that it hasn’t been less over five minutes and he just had to ruin the kiss of a lifetime you had just tasted.
"He’s on his way.“ You say curtly before ending the call and dropping the phone back on your lap. You cautiously turn to look back at Jungkook who had his eyes set on the road, not wanting to meet your gaze.
"Um, he’s waiting for you.” You mutter awkwardly, tapping your fingers lightly against your lap, pushing down the urge to jump across your seat and onto Jungkook’s lap. You kiss him one time and now your like an animal in heat.
"If you want me to make sure your best friend gets home safe, I advise you to get inside your house, Y/N. The longer you stay here the less self control I have.“ Jungkook mutters, surprising you. Had you done something wrong? Was he mad at you?
"It’s not that.” He groans, as if reading your mind “But the longer you stay here, the harder it gets for me not to slam you against your seat and fucking ravage you."
"Oh…” His confession knocks the breath out of you and sends a wave of desire rushing through your body. You watch as his hands flex against the steering wheel and by the strain of his veins against his skin, you knew he wasn’t joking. As much as you hated it, an image of Jimin drunk and alone outside the club flashes in your head. Even though all you wanted to do was stay here and fulfill all of your sick fantasies with the greek god who announced that he’d pretty much wanted to do the same to you, you knew that your best friend’s safety had to come before your desires. You let out a deep sigh before leaning forward and placing your hand on Jungkook’s arm. He flinches a bit, as though your touch had just burnt him. You let out a small smile before leaning forward and pressing your lips against his cheeks. Jungkook sucks in a breath and before he could angle his head to the side and capture your lips, you pull away and push the car door open. Jungkook eyes you like a predator eyes his prey as you step out the car and smirk at him.
"Maybe another time?“ You mumble, your voice raw with obvious desire for the boy in front of you. Jungkook lets out a sigh before he drops his head, trying to calm himself down. He then turns to you, a small smile forming on his lips as his eyes twinkle with mischief.
"This is gonna be the worse next few hours of my life.” He chuckles “I’ve never been this…"
He shrugs and you cant help but trail your eyes down his lap, the tent in his pants immediately greeting you and you have to bite back the gasp that threatened to leave your lips as another wave of heat pooled between your legs. He was right, if you two stayed around each other longer than this, there was no way Jimin was going to get home safe.
"See you at practice.” You smiled and turned around before your last effort at self control snapped. You feel his eyes on you the entire time as you walk towards your house and step inside the door. Once the door closes behind you do you then hear his car start and drive away.
You let out a sigh and press your thighs together, thinking of a number of ways to kill Jimin.
