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sparklingchim · 9 months

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too hot to handle;m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 5.3k

rating: 18+

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au, fwb

warnings: belly button smoochies !!!!, they banter a lot hihi, oral (m receiving), protected sex, dick slaps on the face 🫢, mentions of underage drinking, spanking, spitting, dirty talk, oc loves reality tv shows & jk just puts up w it, groping, praise, a sprinkle of jealousy😋, INTRODUCING A KITTY CAT !!!! pls she is the cutest <3

summary: pov: it's a hot summer day, and naturally, your brother's best friend can't take his eyes off your scantily clad body.

a/n: wow it's been so long!! but here's a lil summer fic!! love u hope u like it MWAH 😙

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“I can’t believe those people can’t keep their dick in for just a little while.” Jungkook tilts his head in a disapproving way. “There’s so much money at stake and you're risking it just cause you’re horny?”

You silently giggle at the way his brows knit. The judgement that contorts his face is the exact opposite of his earlier claims that he doesn’t care about silly reality tv shows that are obviously pre-arranged and scripted.

“Oh, don’t act like it’d be easy for you.” You poke his calf with your foot. “You’re a very horny person, Jungkook.” You look up at him with your chin resting against his bare chest and give him a pointed look.

His bottom lip juts out as he ponders your words. “I don’t think so,” he finally says.

You gasp in mock surprise, pushing yourself away from with your palms against shoulders. You lie nearly completely on top of him, one leg thrown across his body. “That is a bold statement coming from you.”

Jungkook toys with the strap of your lacy camisole. “Honestly, I think you are hornier than me.”

You blink multiple times. “Me?” You point to yourself. “No, it’s you.” You nudge his bare, husky chest with your nail – you got your nails done for summer, the tips are painted in the cutest pastel colours.

He catches your finger and swiftly interlaces his hand with yours. “Nuh-uh. It’s not me,” he denies. “Who was the one to initiate things between us?”

“That has nothing to do with this,” you argue. “You just never initiated anything because you’re scared of my brother.” A mischievous twinkle unfolds in your eyes. Jungkook should be paid for the obnoxious number of times he has to put up with your bratty ass.

Jungkook rolls his pretty eyes. “I wouldn’t be on his fucking couch cuddling with his sister if I was scared, hm?” He looks across the hallway, pointing with his chin to Taehyung’s room. “Where even is he?”

“I dunno. Said he’d come home late.”

His fingers slip away from yours and he holds his palm against yours.

“You’ve got long fingers,” you say, staring at the size difference.

“Your nails are pretty.” He mindlessly brushes his fingers over them.

You excitedly tap your fingertips against his hand. “I know, right? Thank you!” You lean down and give his belly button a kiss.

“Another one?”

You giggle foolishly, planting another smooch on his tummy. Then you rest your head on his belly and refocus on the show playing on the television.

His palm lies on the small of your back, thumb gently stroking your exposed skin. “You were, like, all over me, though. Last year, I mean.”

“Excuse me?” you turn your head.

“Last year during summer break, when Taehyung and I surprised you.”

“I know what you mean,” you tell him. You drop his hand on his lap, a frown blossoming on your face. “But that was not the case at all.”

Okay, perhaps he is correct – but to your defence, you were struggling with your first real heartbreak around that time and needed a little distraction.

“I just wanted to get the charger and leave,” he argues with a pout, playing all innocent with those damned doe eyes

“No.” You give him an appalled look. “You were literally standing in my room staring at me.”

“Well, I didn’t expect to find you like that.”

“You barged into my room, what were you expe-”

“I didn’t barge into your room,” he clarifies. “Your door was ajar, so I assumed you’d be decent.”

You shake your head disapprovingly. “Knocking is basic etiquette.”

“Whatever,” he sighs and his hand on your back sneaks beneath your top. “You initiated it, though. Practically threw yourself at me.”

You scoff, frowning up at him. “Need a trip down memory lane?”

Jungkook smirks amusedly. His dimple pops out adorably. “What?” He twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. “Wanna show me what we did?”

You roll your eyes, despite your heart skipping a beat. “You wouldn’t last a second on the show.” You tilt your head towards the flat screen tv.

“I have a hot girl in my arms – gonna blame a boy for trying?”

Jungkook clearly knows how to get you. And you hate that he knows when he’s got you. His smile grows bigger and his hand wanders down to your ass, barely covered with your tiny shorts, and delivers a little smack.

“C’mere,” he whispers and pulls you on top of him. “Wanna make you scream louder than you did earlier.”

one year ago

For you, summer doesn’t quite begin until it’s the perfect day to lie on the sun lounger in a cute bikini, sipping on a cold drink and bask in the gentle warmth with good music in your ears. It’s the perfect way to relax and unwind.

Lucky for you, today is one of those summer days – just perfect enough to spend the entire day resting by the pool. The sun is high in the sky, casting a warm glow on your skin.

Better than Revenge by Taylor Swift is blasting through your phone while you placidly flip the page of a memoir about love.

As you look up from the book, you notice that your little grey cat Moon has left your lap. She was sunbathing with you, lying flat on her belly with her limbs outstretched, but she must’ve slipped into the house a while ago. You dog ear the page and place the book on the small table beside you.

The sun dances on the water, creating a beautiful mosaic of light and shadow. A little slice of heaven on earth, you think. You love spending time in the backyard. It’s peaceful and tranquil.

And that’s when you hear the patter of feet running across the grass from behind, and before you’re able to realise what’s happening, two bodies jump into the pool, the water splashes everywhere – including you.

“What the-” You shut your eyes closed despite the sunglass perched on the bridge of your nose. Water droplets hit your face. You pull your sunglasses up to your forehead.

Two heads pop out of the water. “Hi.” Jungkook is the first to speak up. He sends a sweet smile in your direction, his hand doing a little wave.

Your heart beats faster at the sight of him. Unthinkingly, you slowly mimic the wave with your hand. Your gaze wanders over to the tattoo wreathing his shoulder, peeking out of the water, and the way the droplets run from his face to his neck before your eyes shift to your brother.

Taehyung is fixing his hair, a huge grin plastered on his face.

“What are you guys doing here?” You grab the towel next to you to dry yourself off. “Isn’t it Thursday? I thought you were coming back on Friday?”

“Surprise!” Your brother yells from the pool. When Taehyung notices the pout on your lips, he gives you a quizzical look. “You’re not happy to see me?” He pushes himself out of the pool and walks over to you.

“I had planned to bake you a cake,” you explain sullenly and stand up.

“A cake? For what?”

“Just a little welcome back cake.” You shrug. “Mum bought me the pink Smeg stand mixer and I wanted to try it out.”

“Well, that’s fine. We could bake together?” He opens his arms, and despite him being wet everywhere, you rush into the hug.

“Missed you,” you mumble into his arm. Immediate comfort surrounds you. "But it’s no fun being in the kitchen with you.”

“Yah.” He shoves you away. “Be grateful that I’m letting you ruin my kitchen with all your stuff.”

“Ruin?” you repeat offended. “As far as I know you barely even have anything in your kitchen – let alone your apartment. I’ll decorate everything really pretty, just trust me.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Jungkook pushing himself out of the pool. Taehyung restricts your sight a little, so you take a subtle step to the side. But the second you have a clear view of Jungkook, you instantly regret it.

His arms have gotten bigger – stronger, buffer, just everything – and the water running down his sculpted body is pitifully failing at making this scene less salivating. Oh, and his thighs. His wet swim shorts cling to them, leaving exactly nothing to the imagination.

You hastily look away when Jungkook catches your eyes.

“You missed me too?” Jungkook chips in, standing next to Taehyung. Jungkook wears a cheeky grin and stretches his arms out.

With faux reluctance, you give in. “I guess,” you mutter and gingerly hug him. Jungkook’s big hands are on your back and you feel the slightest tingle.

“You guess?” he scoffs.

He pulls you back and peers down at you beneath his wet locks. You’re a little blinded by the proximity of his gorgeous face. His piercings twinkle in the sun just like is eyes do when he looks at you.

When his hands clasp your waist, you know exactly what he’s scheming.

“Jungkook, don’t.” You try to push him away, but he obviously won’t budge.

“When are you gonna learn that teasing me by the pool never ends well for you?” He cocks his head.

You feel Taehyung’s hand on your shoulder. “You did this to yourself.”

You huff, trying to plead with your eyes. “Jungkook. I really don’t want to get my hair wet.”

“You don’t want me to throw you into the pool?”

“No.” Your mouth twists into a pout. Maybe he’ll spare you for cuteness. Your hands travel to his arms. Or maybe you can distract him enough to let you go.

“Too bad.” Jungkook throws you over his shoulder with an annoying grin. You kick his back with your fists, but it’s hopeless. “That’s, like, one of my favourite summer activities.”

And then he leaps into the pool with you.

You admit, you did indeed have fun goofing around with them in the pool – you're still pissed at Jungkook for tossing you into the water though.

“You’ve been alone the whole day?” Taehyung asks when all three of you are out of the pool.

“Yeah, mum and dad said they’d come home later.”

“Why haven’t you invited someone over?”

“Just wanted to enjoy some me time.” You point to your copy of Everything I Know About Love. “I was reading a little.”

“How are thing with Doyoon? Haven’t heard from him in a while.”

It is a reasonable question, given that you haven’t updated Taehyung on your relationship status for, like, a month now. But you’d rather talk about anything but your ex.

“I don’t know,” you reply indifferently. When you spot little Moon plodding around the garden you swoop her up into your arms. “Have you greeted Moonie yet? She’s missed you.” The tiny grey kitty purrs in your hold.

“I spent like 20 minutes cuddling her in the living room when we got here.” Taehyung pets her under her chin and her purring intensifies. “So, what’s with Doyoon? You two had a fight?”

Jungkook joins the kitty cuddles and gives Moon belly rubs.

“I broke up with him.”

Both boys stop their movements. Moon complains meekly at the sudden lack of petting.

“You broke up with him?” Jungkook asks perplexed.

You’re aware it sounds shocking that the girl with huge separation anxiety and attachment issues broke up with her boyfriend of nearly a year, but that is exactly what you did.

“What did he do?” Taehyung's eyebrows are knitted, flashing you a glowering gaze.

You know he is not mad at you – even though he doesn’t particularly like when you keep things hidden from him – but mad at the fact that someone hurt you and he wasn’t there to protect you.

You just shrug.

“How long ago was that?” Taehyung continues his inquiry.

“Uh, like a month ago or so?” You let Moon hop onto the grass. She immediately goes to rub her head against Jungkook’s leg.

“___, if you want me to-”

“Tae, I’m fine. Really.”

“We’ll talk about this later.” In Jungkook’s direction he says, “I’ll get us some towels.” And then he disappears into the house.

Jungkook steps closer to you, now with Moon in his embrace, and changes the subject. “Watchu been up to?” He pinches your cheek. “Senior year was fine without us?”

Frowning, you shove his arm away. “Believe it or not, but school was actually more peaceful without annoying boys in the hallways.”

Jungkook snorts a laugh at your jab. His dimples popping out distract you a little and all you think about is cute and how badly you want to poke them. But instead, you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“So, everything’s been fine?” he asks. “You’re excited for college? Being roomies with Taehyung?” Jungkook’s eyes shimmer teasingly – how could they not, his doe eyes look the sparkliest around you.

Now, you don’t want to seem rude. But when you thought about moving out and finally having the freedom you had dreamed of for so long, you didn’t reckon with the fact that your parents had already arranged your move out without you. You had tabs of pretty apartments near campus saved on your laptop when your mum nonchalantly asked at dinner a few months ago if Taehyung had already removed the furniture from his guest bedroom so you could furnish it to your liking.

You were a little upset – still are upset, but there's nothing you can do.

It’s a sore subject, so you bite the side of your lip sulkily. “Why? Do you wanna move in? I heard you only got a tiny dorm.” You keep your nose in the air.

“Oh no, I love my apartment. I love having my own space and not having to share it with anyone.” Jungkook shakes his head at your wrong assumption, all innocently. “It’s not big, but perfect for one person.” He shrugs. “Will you be fine with only one room to yourself, princess?” He actually flashes you a smile – taunting you with those sickeningly wicked lips and round eyes – but you just roll your eyes at his silly remark and turn on your heel, sashaying your way back to the sun lounger.

“I’m good.” You pick up your towel from the small table to dry you off. “I’ll be perfectly fine. I don’t think I’ll be home much anyway.” You imitate his smile from just a moment ago. “Wanna have the full college experience.” You think you see his face falter for the tiniest second before he recovers.

“Told Taehyung that too?”

You purse your lips in naivety. “Of course he knows.”

“Oh, yeah?” He quirks his brow. You catch his eyes as they dip down to watch you drying your chest.

You blink. “What do you mean – yeah, of course I told him.” You have to contain your laughter when perplexity falls over Jungkook’s face. “What are you thinking of?” Your head falls sideways, mouth curving upwards.

“No, what are you thinking of?”

“Oh, I’m thinking of spending my time in the library to study, maybe explore some cute cafes nearby to study in – oh, creating study groups and having study buddies would be fun!” you exclaim. “And obviously cheering for Taehyung and you,” – you give him a pointed look – “at your games.” You throw the now damp towel back on the lounger. “What were you thinking of?”

He shakes his head, pouty mouth denying that he was thinking of something else. He’s guilelessly rubbing Moon’s back, who has quickly fallen into a little nap in his arms.

“Cheering us on, hm?”

“Just like old times,” you say. “Think I should apply as a cheerleader again?”

Jungkook toys with his lip ring and you hate when he does it because you already have a hard time not blatantly staring at his mouth as it is.

“You-” He stops abruptly.

“What?” you ask, trying to pull the words from him, the tip of your tongue pressing against your top lip.

“You looked good in your cheerleader uniform.” His eyes dart mindlessly over your body.

A short giggle escapes you. “I know, right? Thank you!” You give him a sweet smile over your shoulder as you walk pass Taehyung, who just stepped outside with two towels in his hand.

“Where’re you going?” Taehyung halts next to you.

“Thought I’d make us some drinks,” you reply.

Taehyung gives you a long stare. “That’s what you’ve been up to the past weeks?”

You wave dismissively. “No, not at all.”

But Taehyung can tell when you lie – can smell it from anywhere. It’s something you hate and love at the same time. Sometimes you just want to be left alone, and sometimes, when your guard is up high, he allows you to feel vulnerable through his endless poking and snooping.

“Maybe a little.” An apologetic smile forms on your mouth, eyes going rounder when you hear Taehyung sigh.

Okay, maybe you did drink a little more than you’d like to admit – you got your heart broken. What’s a girl gonna do? – but never too much. And never when you were on your own. Being drunk alone is no fun.

“I promise it’s not that serious,” you say. Nothing a little crying, cuddles from Moon and journaling at night can’t cure. Your visits at stationery stores have been a tad bit excessive this past month – but for good reason.

His eyes tell you that he’s going to confront you about this later. He nods his head to the kitchen inside. “Don’t go too overboard, yeah?”

“Oh, I’ll make you one of my specialties!”

Taehyung doesn’t join your enthusiasm. Instead, he scowls. “Specialties? ___, when did you-”

You hop into the house, not listening anymore. Once he gets a taste of your drink, his grumpy face will ask for another one instead of grumbling about your recklessness.

You don’t know what Taehyung and Jungkook are up to, but you hope they took your advice seriously when you told them to put on sunscreen if they want to spend more time outside.

You’re fresh out of a shower. The steam in your bathroom follows you into your bedroom – despite the hot temperatures, you can’t bring yourself to shower with cold water.

With a fluffy towel around you and your kitty ears headband on, you poke your head into your wardrobe to search for clothes.

You just fetched a cute pair of panties when you hear your door fly open.

“Taehyung needs a charger can you-”

Jungkook immediately shuts up.

Your panties slip from your fingers. His eyes move aimlessly over your body until he realises what he’s doing. Flustered, he turns his head around and sees the door wide open. Jungkook quickly closes it, and you don’t know why – maybe he doesn’t want anyone seeing you like this, you think he mentioned earlier that Namjoon was gonna come over too, or maybe he doesn’t want someone seeing him in this untimely situation.

Your cheeks feel on fire. “He needs a phone charger?” you ask when he shifts his gaze back at you.

“Yeah.” You almost giggle at the way he tries not to look down at your body. He already had trouble with that in the backyard.

You pad through your room to find your charger.

“I’m not sure where I put it.” You feel his eyes on you and inevitably, your entire body gradually starts feeling hot. You bend down to take a peek under your bed, tightly holding the towel in front of your chest to keep it from sliding down, but you come up empty-handed.

Jungkook clears his throat. “You know – I think he’ll be fine. If he doesn’t find his I can get mine from home.”

Returning to him, you quickly snatch your panties from the ground and throw them back into your wardrobe.

“Maybe I left it in the living room,” you say, eyes trailing over his bare chest. If he’s not subtle about staring, you won’t be either.

“I’ll tell him to look there.”

You nod. And he nods. But no one moves.

“That looks cute.” He nods towards your headband.

“Oh.” You touch the soft material of your headband. “Thank you.”

“I probably should head back.”

“You really want to leave?”

That elicits a surprised snort from him. “Do you want me to stay?” His eyebrows shoot up.

“I dunno.” You toy with the front of your towel. “Maybe?”

The crooked smile that appears on his face gives you the last push. You’ve got Jungkook alone in your room in nothing but his swim shorts – you'd be a fool not to try.

His eyes are locked on your fingers playing with your towel. Jungkook takes a step towards you. When he raises his tatted arm and gently outlines the curve of your waist with his fingertip, you let go of your towel. With a dull thud it pools around your feet.

“I-” Jungkook is speechless as he stares at your exposed body His doe eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen them. He averts his gaze to your face, pointing his thumb to the door. His mouth parts, but no words come past them.

“Don’t leave.” A little frown scrunches your face. “Do you want to leave?”

“We shouldn’t-” Jungkook shakes his head, eyes furtively glimpsing at your body again before lifting them up. “You sure?” he asks. “You want this?” Hesitantly, his tongue fiddles with his piercing.

You nod and reach for his hand, grabbing a few fingers to drag him closer to you.

“You want this?” he repeats. “Need you to say it. Please.” He’s staring deep into your eyes and you see the desire and restraint striving against each other in his. His question lingering in the air controls his mixed emotions.

“I want this.” You tug him even closer.

His longing glances are all over you – he can’t seem to dwell too long on one curve, he needs to memorise it all.

“Fuck it,” he whispers. And then he cups your jaw, roughly going in for a messy kiss.

You stumble a few steps back, but Jungkook catches you, his fingers dip into the soft skin of your waist. A sigh from you mingles into the kiss. You didn’t think kissing Jungkook would feel so good. But his lips are ridiculously smooth, and he moves his mouth in a fashion that has you yearning for more. Your hands vanish in his hair, teasingly pulling at his damp locks.

He pulls back, breathing heavy. “This is so wrong.” He nuzzles his head into your neck.

“He won’t know.” When you feel his teeth sinking into your skin, you yank him back. “He will if you're gonna suck hickeys on me.”

“You just taste so fucking good,” he mumbles.

You pepper kisses along his jaw before you slowly sink on your knees. The bulge in his shorts stares right at you. Giddy sparks flash through your eyes while you look up at Jungkook.

“You’re not doing this because you drank, right?” His knuckles brush over your cheek.

“Huh?” you feel dizzy, little pink hearts swell up in front of your eyes, the longer you stare into his dreamy face. When you register his question, you deny it with a strong shake of your head. “I’m not drunk.”

He tips your chin up. “You promise?”

“I didn’t put anything in my drink,” you assure him. “I promise.”

With a smile playing on your lips, you place a kiss on his belly button before pulling down his swim shorts. The pink hearts grow even bigger when his cock pops out. It’s a pretty cock – veiny and thick, his tip glistening with a teeny tiny dab of pre-cum. You’ve never been more excited to put a dick in your mouth.

You have one palm around his cock and guide his head to your mouth. You stick your tongue out and sweep it over his slit. The muscles on his abdomen tense. Even the slightest reactions from him excites you, cheeks turning warm in eagerness.

A breathy moan escapes Jungkook at the feeling of your warm lips wrapped around his head and his fingers slide over your kitty ears headband to the back of your head. You like the feeling of his hand on you. It elicits a tingly sensation in your tummy. You take more of him, relaxing your throat as you go.

“Good girl.” His hushed praise has wetness pooling between your thighs. Your fist curled around his cock tightens fleetingly.

More quiet moans fill the room as you bob your head, tongue swirling around his length. You pull off his dick with a lewd sound and pump his cock while you suck on his balls. Jungkook’s head falls back, flaunting his pretty throat you’d die to adorn with your love bites all over.

Dragging your lips over his cock again, his palm pushes your head forward. Almost his entire length vanishes in your mouth and the corner of your eyes start shimmering with tears.

“Fuck, that’s right.” He holds you there, savouring the feeling of your lips pulled taut around his swollen cock. “Taking my cock so good.” When you retract with a gag, his thumb brushes your tear away. “But still too big, huh?”

“You wanna teach me how to take all of it?” You bat your eyes.

Jungkook grins, flashing you his bunny teeth. He glides his tip over your plush lips and to your cheek. “Think you could take it all?”

“If you teach me well enough.” Your palms rest against his muscular thighs. You squeeze them and your mouth turns round in awe of their firmness.

He taps his cock on your face a couple times. “Another time, princess. Just wanna fuck your mouth right now.” Jungkook presses his dick on your mouth. “Open.”

With his cock back in your mouth, he starts moving his hips. He doesn’t force his cock in too far, just enough to have you teary eyed.

“Scoot over there.” His voice his husky as he pulls his dick from your mouth, it distracts you a little from what he’s instructed you to do until Jungkook nudges your shoulder and nods his chin to the back. You crawl backwards on your knees, palms on his thighs. When he’s satisfied, he leans in for a short kiss and you kneel comfortably on the plush carpet beneath you.

He strokes himself, eyebrows drawn together as he ogles your body through his hooded eyes. You could sit here for hours watching him play with himself. He’s just so hot. You love watching hot men do anything.

“Wanna fuck you,” he rasps, words laced with thick, deep lust. He pushes his hair back before it falls prettily into his face. “Can I fuck you?”

Unbeknownst to him, you would do anything he asked you to do now.

When you raise to your feet Jungkook asks, “Can you keep quiet?”

Offence is written on your face as you pad to your nightstand. “Don’t worry. This isn’t the first time I’ve snuck a boy into my room.”

“Who would’ve thought you’re such a dirty girl, hm?” He snatches the condom from your drawer before you can reach for it. He’s practised in tearing the wrapper open and rolling it over his cock. “Bend over your desk for me.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, arching your back for him. He shoves two fingers up your pussy and you have to bite down your lip to stifle a moan.

“So wet for me already.” Jungkook curls his fingers, and you can’t believe how fast he has your thighs trembling.

Withdrawing his fingers, he aligns his tip to your entrance. Jungkook gradually sinks his cock into you.

“Fuck, you’re big,” you whine, brows pinched together.

“You can take it.” Jungkook moves his hips while his fingers grip your ass, kneading the supple flesh. “Your pussy feels so fucking good – fuck.”

Jungkook fucks you fast – fucks you good, you think you already feel your high building up. He sneaks his around your body, pressing his palm on your tummy.

“You like this?” He puts pressure with his hand and your walls clamp around his cock. A moan escapes you. “Good girl,” he coos. “Wanna make you cum for me.”

“Don’t stop – please don’t stop,” you pant, shutting your eyes closed. Your elbows give in and you rest your arms on the desk.

Jungkook’s cock feels undeniably good, rubbing against your sweet spot and making you see stars while you uncontrollably utter tiny moans.

“Gonna cum around my cock?” Jungkook hand collides against your butt. “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

Your climax consumes you in lightning speed. It swamps your wholly, tears well up in your eyes. Your legs are wobbly, but Jungkook has a safe hand around you.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers.

His hand on your tummy flies up to your tits, rolling them around in his palm while relentlessly fucking you through your high.

“Has any sneaky link made you cum this fast before?” His voice is tinted in something you can’t quiet pinpoint. It’s deep, fierce.

“Nu-uh.” You’re dizzy and breathless, can’t think straight.

“Good.” He lands a smack on your ass.

His breathing intensifies, cock throbbing in your pussy. Pressing his forehead against your shoulder blade, his husky moans fill your ear. Your eyes roll. There’s nothing hotter than men moaning – especially when it’s Jungkook.

With a final thrust he spills his cum inside the condom. He exhales shakily and the tiniest whine falls from his lips. “Fuck.” Both his hands run over the slope of your ass. Jungkook plants a thoughtless kiss on the nape of your neck. “Fucking you might be my favourite now.”

“Found a new favourite summer activity besides throwing me into the pool?” You smile tiredly, peering over your shoulder.

“No – I’m talking favourite activity in general.” He absent-mindedly roams his palms across your back and down to your butt.

A giddy feeling unfurls in your chest. “Well, don’t tell Tae that.”

“Fuck, I should head downstairs.” Jungkook pulls his cock out, coaxing a little whine from you “You have a bin here?”

“In my bathroom.”

While Jungkook gets rid of the condom, you wrap yourself up in the towel again. You need another shower before putting on clothes.

When he steps out, he quickly throws on his swim shorts. “You gonna take a shower?”

“Yeah...need to fix this.”

Genuine confusion spreads on his face. “You look pretty.” With an endearing smile, dimples out and doe eyes sparkling he adds, “Always.”

Something really tightly wraps around your heart. “Thanks.” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip to stop your smile from growing.

The doorbell rings downstairs.

“Oh, is that Joon?” you ask joyfully. “I need him to recommend me some books again! I missed him so much.”

“He has a girlfriend,” Jungkook tells you.

You frown. You’re not stupid – obviously you know he has one. You’ve seen the pictures he shared on his Instagram stories. What kinda guy goes to a ceramic painting place? That was obviously a date.

“I know.”

When Namjoon’s loud voice screaming for Jungkook reaches your ears, your tummy churns.

“You need to leave.” You push Jungkook towards the door. He opens it and swiftly walks out.

“Hey, Namjoon, is that you?” Jungkook yells.

As you watch Jungkook leave your room, you want him back immediately. It feels unfair to get a taste of what his kisses and touches feel like only to have them taken away.

But deep down you know you two can’t repeat this. You wouldn’t be able to keep it from your brother. Eventually, Taehyung would figure it out.

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"Tease" - Rafe Cameron x Reader

a/n: for a request from @maidmerrymint for rafe with a reader who's just as bad as he is. i hope you enjoy this! 🩷

Summary: Rafe wants you, his best friend's girl.

Word Count: 2,500

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: infidelity, alcohol consumption, toxic reader, toxic rafe, afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, semi public sex, unprotected sex, p in v sex, fingering, oral m receiving, size kink

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

For Rafe, the absolute highlight of coming to the Island Club early on Saturday mornings is seeing you.

His best friend’s girlfriend.

After he finishes a round with Topper and Kelce, he stops by the club’s cafe, eager to see you, sure that you’ve probably just finished up your private tennis lesson. Your parents spare no expense when it comes to you, their little varsity star. He sees you, sitting there on one of the barstools, legs dangling over the edge as you scroll through your phone and sip on a piña colada. His eyes rake over your form in that little pink tennis skirt and matching polo shirt, knee socks, and pristine white tennis shoes. The sight of your thighs and the little sliver of your stomach that shows between the bottom of your shirt and top of your skirt brings a grin to his face as he walks over to you with all the confidence of the alpha male he knows he is.

“Oh, hi, Rafe,” you greet, barely even bothering to look up from your phone, irking him.

Rafe smirks, “How was the tennis lesson, princess?”

“It was good,” you hum, taking a sip of your drink, “Sectionals are coming up soon, so my coach is riding my ass.”

“I’d love to ride that little ass-”

“Sorry, did you say something?” You ask, glancing up from your phone, tossing your hair over your shoulder.

Rafe shakes his head, taking a seat beside you, “Nope, not a thing.”

“You and Top have a good game?”

“Oh yeah, totally annihilated him. He’s really starting to lose his touch,” he jokes, leaning in close to you, his thigh pressed up against yours.

“Let my boyfriend win once in a while,” you tease, “It puts him in a good mood.”

“Nah, princess, you know how competitive,” Rafe grins cheekily, “You should’ve seen him sulking back there, fuckin’ crybaby.”

You giggle, dropping your phone in your purse, crossing your legs, your foot now resting against Rafe’s calf, rubbing gently, the sensation making his cock twitch in his shorts, “Yeah, that’s Topper. He’s a sulker.”

“I would never sulk.”

Rafe feels quite pleased with himself as the way you giggle, your foot still moving along his calf, gaze meeting his as you tease, “Maybe I like the sulking. Some girls prefer sensitive boys, Rafe.”

“Do you like sensitive boys?”

He moves his eyes along your legs, letting them rest on your thighs for a moment too long to be appropriate. You’re so close that he can smell your natural scent mixed with the vanilla body wash he knows you shower with. Maybe it’s creepy that he knows that, but Rafe doesn’t give a fuck.

“That’s for me to know and you not to find out.”

Rafe elbows you playfully, “Oh, come on, don’t be such a little tease. You’re gonna get me all hot and bothered if you keep on talking to me like that.”

Your lips curl into a little smile as you chide playfully, “You can’t talk to your best friend’s girlfriend like that. People might get the wrong impression.”

“Or the right one… Nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting,” he ogles you shamelessly, and you don’t seem keen on stopping him, “Think Top would throw a fit if he saw me with you like this? Heard the way I’m talking to you?”

“Mmm, he trusts you. And he trusts me.”

“That’s boring,” he leans in closer, “Cuz from what I’ve heard, you’re one jealous little girl. You hate when other girls try to play with your toys. So I’m sure you’d want your man to get all possessive and protective over you.”

“You don’t think Topper’s possessive enough over me?” You ask, leaning forward, resting your chin on your palm as you smile at him.

“I personally think he should keep a wild little thing like you on a tighter leash,” Rafe replies, “And I think you’d enjoy it. Topper’s a nice guy. Too nice and too weak for someone like you.”

You pout, “A leash? So cruel, Rafe.”

“You should be disciplined too,” he continues, his nose nearly brushing against yours with how close you are, “I think you’re craving more than what Topper can give you. A stronger, more aggressive man who can tame you.”

You bite your lip, gazing up at him through your lashes, “How would you tame me, Rafe?”

“By knowing exactly which buttons to push. How to make you beg. And scream. And cry.”

“You wanna see me cry? You’re kinda mean, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I am,” he laughs darkly, “But you’re into that. The meaner I am to you, the better it gets for you. You like it.”

“Maybe I like nice boys.”

“Nice boys?” Rafe scoffs, “Nice boys are boring. I bet you’re so fuckin’ bored with Topper. He’s a boy and you need a man like myself to satisfy you.”

“Are you trying to poach your best friend’s girlfriend?”

“I might be trying to turn you into my girlfriend.”

“I thought Rafe Cameron doesn’t do relationships.”

He chuckles, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering against your cheek, “Maybe Rafe Cameron will make an exception for you.”

As if on cue, Topper walks over toward the two of you and you pull yourself away from Rafe, rushing into your boyfriend’s arms, pressing yourself up against him and kissing him passionately. Rafe watches with thinly veiled jealousy, knowing that the exaggerated moans are all for his benefit, the way you grind yourself against Topper. You open your eyes as you kiss Topper, keeping your gaze locked on Rafe’s, watching as his jaw ticks, his nostrils flare. He’s fucking pissed.

Topper takes you by the hand leading you to his car after saying goodbye to Rafe. You do the same, giving him a cute little wave, blowing him a kiss when Topper’s turned to leave. His gaze doesn’t leave you until well after you and Topper have driven away.

Rafe’s blood boils as he sees you dancing with Topper at the kegger that night, your back pressed to his front as you grind that pert little ass against him, his arms wrapped around your waist. And you know how you’re affecting Rafe. He can tell when you look over at him with that little smirk. You’re getting off on this. Knowing that he’s watching you. Knowing that he wants you but seemingly can’t have you. People think you’re such a fucking sweetheart, but he knows the truth. You’re just as manipulative and twisted as he is. He watches as you bring Topper’s hands up to squeeze at your tits, your lips finding his, the sight making him nearly growl with annoyance. He crushes the solo cup in his hand, tossing it to the ground, and stalks over to the keg to grab another.

He watches as you whisper something to Topper before sauntering toward the keg yourself. You look so fucking good in that little sundress, your tits nearly spilling out over the top of it, the hem barely reaching your mid thigh. He wonders if you even bothered wearing a bra or panties underneath. You meet his gaze, giving him a lazy little grin.

“Oh, hey, stranger.”

“Hey,” he replies, his voice low and gravelly as he leans over the keg, “What’re you drinking?”

“I’m driving tonight, just getting my boyfriend a beer.”

“What are you, his beer wench?”

“Just trying to be a good girlfriend, Rafe,” you giggle.

“You two were getting kinda freaky over there, weren’t you?”

He watches as you cover your mouth with a dainty little hand, feigning surprise, “Oh gosh, you saw that? I’m so embarrassed.”

Rafe grits his teeth, grabbing you by the jaw, squishing your cheeks together ever so slightly, staring down at you, eyes flickering between that pouty little mouth and those doe eyes, “You know I did. You made sure to grind up on him when I was looking. You wanted me to be jealous. You wanted to keep me hooked on you.”

“Are you? Hooked on me?”

He scowls, “You’re such a fuckin’ tease, you know that?”

You giggle, gazing up at him, “Don’t act like you don’t love it. You like that I’m just as bad as you are.”

Rafe can’t deny that. All he can do is stare down at you, at those plump lips that are just begging to be kissed. His tongue darts out to lick his lips before he finally speaks again.

“You know what would be really hot?”

“Hm?”

“If you kissed me. Right now.”

His eyes widen in surprise when you lean in toward him, pressing your lips to his jaw, letting them linger there for a moment. They’re so plush and soft, it drives him fucking crazy. You giggle, taking his hand and leading him toward the abandoned lifeguard tower, where the two of you can talk without being seen. Not that either of you really care at this point.

Rafe pushes you up against the tower, hands moving under the bottom of your dress, a low groan leaving his mouth when his palms caress the bare flesh of your ass. He was right. You didn’t bother putting anything on. You moan against his lips as he kisses you ravenously, as if he wishes to consume you entirely. He squeezes your soft flesh, needing it between his hands, cock straining against his jeans as he continues to kiss you. You moan at the feeling of his fingers tracing your slit, gathering the wetness there, before he pushes three inside you without any warning, making you whine pathetically at the stretch. Your phone goes off and you reach for it, seeing that it’s Topper. Before you can decline it, Rafe grabs the phone from you and hits accept call. Your jaw drops, eyes going wide as he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you, arching his brow, a silent demand for you to speak.

“H-Hey, babe,” you manage to eke out, your breath coming out heavier than normal, prompting your boyfriend to ask what’s going on, “Oh, I uh, I ended up going home. Wasn’t feeling too well. I just threw up, actually… No, no, you were having fun, didn’t wanna ruin your night. Have fun. Love you.”

You hang up, tossing the phone onto the sand beside you, kissing Rafe again, mewling as he rubs against that spongy spot deep inside you furiously, grinning against your lips as he feels you clenching around his fingers. You reach your peak, evidence of your arousal coating his fingers, which he brings to your lips. He pushes them into your mouth, chuckling at the sight of your lips wrapped around the digits, the feeling of you licking them clean like a little fucking kitten, gazing up at him, eyes dancing with mischief. You’re a fucking minx and Topper is insane if he thinks he’s man enough for you.

You palm at Rafe’s cock over the fabric of his jeans, murmuring, “Do you have a condom?”

He pauses for a moment, running a hand over his face in annoyance, “Fuck…”

“It’s fine,” you say, unbuttoning his jeans, freeing his cock, giving it two slow pumps with that soft little hand of yours, “Just pull out. I need your dick inside me right now.”

Rafe nods eagerly, grasping at the head of his cock, pushing inside you with a moan of your name. He’s so much thicker than Topper, and a bit longer too, that it stings a bit at first. For his part, Rafe’s never had a girl whose pussy takes him as fucking well as yours does, the feeling of your warmth around him driving him almost insane with lust. He’s like a feral beast as he pushes you against the lifeguard tower, pinning your arms above your head with one hand, using his other hand to tug at your dress, pulling it down enough to free those soft, round tits, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples, suckling at it greedily.

He hikes one of your legs around his waist, allowing him to fuck you deeper, listening to you moan his name like a bitch in heat. He’s listened in on you and Topper before, he has no qualms in admitting it. And he’s never heard you this fucking responsive. It’s all for him.

You’re so fucking tight as he pounds into you, the fat head of his cock rubbing against that spot that has your toes curling, your lips parted in a silent scream of his name. Rafe can feel himself getting close and moves to circle your clit with his fingers, rubbing at the swollen little nub furiously, feeling you tremble around him as you inch closer and closer to your climax, before finally? He feels you gushing around his cock, soaking him.

He pulls out reluctantly, already missing your warmth, only to groan as he feels you take him into your mouth, far enough to hit the back of your throat, your eyes watering as you gag on his cock, though you seem content to do it. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down on him, your hot wet mouth feeling almost as good as that tight little cunt did.

He’s going to have to convince you to let him cum inside you one of these days.

Rafe grabs his phone, making a video of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, ruined mascara trailing down your cheeks as you continue sucking him off, one of your hands wrapped around the base of his cock while the other massages his balls. He pulls out of your mouth just before he reaches his peak, and you stick your tongue out, letting the thick, white ropes of cum spill onto it. You look so fucking pretty like this, your lips and tongue covered in his spend. He ends the video and takes a quick picture of it, setting it as his home screen. Almost as his lock screen, but even Rafe has limits.

You stand on your feet, adjusting your dress before giving him a cheeky smile, “Well, you finally gave in.”

“Huh?”

You tug on the Cartier chain Rafe wears, pulling him close to you as you whisper, “I only ever dated Topper to make you jealous. Looks like it worked.”

He scoffs, tugging at your hair, pulling it back to expose your neck to him, his teeth grazing against your soft flesh, “Little fucking tease. I really am going to have to discipline you. First thing you’re gonna do is break up with your stupid little boyfriend.”

You giggle, feeling his hands groping at your tits as he continues kissing your neck, “And then?”

“And then I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re not going to be able to go to your little fucking tennis lessons for a week. You’re all mine now, princess. And I’m all yours.”

You smile, “Good.”

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