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watashijeon · 2 years

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♪ ♫ song to listen to while reading 📖— Mirror - Somo

before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! (๑˘･з･˘)~

pairing: actress dom!reader x idol sub!jungkook

wc. 9.8k | smut & minor angst

this is the yn you should imagine personality wise

— ^ but each to their own, you don’t have to.

→ Warnings: (+18) — lazily edited! slow burn sex or is that just called teasing and foreplay.. idk 🙁 yn is a whole tease, jk has internalized misogyny about top / bottom dynamics, sorry if yn comes off as bipolar in scenes im diagnosed bpd so… it’s easy to slip my behaviors into a story? Weird coping mechanism my bad, i just be saying stuff this story has no research behind foreigners acting careers, repetitive use of certain words if you notice, whore jk discovers he’s a switch, clubbing edm setting woo, brat jk that’s all talk but no bite when it comes to you, tongue and lip piercing mentions, jk is a cocky man in deep denial, drunk needy jk receives handjob, messy cumshot, cum eating, he’s kinda obsessed with you because you’re out of reach, descriptions of yn being tall in heels, possessive & jealous for no damn reason that he becomes ill from how touch starved he is, car sex, creampie because yn is on the pill thankfully and he is clean, brief overstimulation, im going to try and do less detailed warnings to keep the story a surprise :~}

There’s foreigners that barely make it into this club, likely because it was meant for high A list people in Seoul. He doesn’t think there is any unless they are visiting, but you made a big entrance of being now a permanent A lister with no doubt of turning heads, including Mr. jeon here. It was to be put straight that Jungkook indeed has a crush on you, he really really tried to mark it for a celebrity crush in the beginning of it all.

But since you have been making all tabloids up and down the streets of Seoul with being the first foreigner to act as a main character in a kdrama you were impossible to escape, he wasn’t complaining. If that was crazy news in itself then prepare yourself to know that your love interest in the upcoming show was his dear friend, Cha Eunwoo.

The plot was this far fetched and cliche mafia drama where you were an undercover cop working to catch Eunwoo only to fall in love with each other, an enemies to lovers trope people called it. The show is stupid enough and cliche that it reels you right in to tune in for every week on the new episode.

Jungkook knows you and Eunwoo were still shooting only two episodes left now, with this you and him made great co workers that turned into a blossoming friendship. Jungkook had asked personally if this was for press, fan service possibly to pull in more viewers that all star Eunwoo had great chemistry with a foreigner.

It was a question out of pure desperation but Jungkook doesn’t want to think that, he laughs shaking his head saying “of course not” that you guys didn’t need to do such things with the high amounts of popularity of you guys being a pair already brought. Eunwoo even had to add on how you both personally text and spend time together after filming, the only service you guys give is the leaked dispatch pictures of you both laughing at a window seat cafe pushing your spoon to his lips.

Jungkook saw this of course because it was on his naver news feed. He doesn’t know why he hisses at the pictures, it isn’t because he has buried feelings for eunwoo. Nooo, it’s because he has a stupid and sad celebrity crush on you.. and well, he really really wants to meet you. Now he understood the feeling of being in a parasocial relationship.

You didn’t even do anything to feed into the delusion, your acting and behind the scenes videos with his actor friend was enough to feed him with a minuscule of delusion that you were single. That you would never date because you love your fans and you’re only driven to focus on your career, Jungkook marks this as healthy because everyone has a guilty pleasure along with a special fixation on a person, duh.

But the second you walked in over a month ago meeting hand to hand, face to face with Jungkook. He was absolutely smitten and felt internally challenged to get you into his bed. You were intimidating from the start, fuck you were tall. Almost as tall as him, and Jungkook was never the one to cower from women. But when a tall pretty girl from a different country graces his presence, speaking his mother’s tongue so fluently that you could be mistaken for being born here and he could deem himself somewhat intimidated by your presence.

All of that aside, he really guessed from the behind the scenes you were this sweet docile girl that was easy to bend however he pleased. He was definitely wrong, he knows that now. Jungkook should have known from the second he saw the way your silky hair draped right over your shoulder, legs splayed for all eyes to see. While your body and curves are shaped perfect from the long black satin dress you have worn. Of course it had to have a far too high thigh slit for his hungry eyes to feast on the idea of a sliver of your thighs. He probably looks stupid but he cannot find himself to stop ogling at how you are this effortlessly fucking pretty.

“This is ____, you know of her already I’m sure!” Eunwoo smiles and nods between you both before telling you that he was going to find someone and that you shouldn’t hold off on having fun.

While you nod and bared your attention onto the man a step from you, bowing kindly to the tall wide shouldered man across from you that you were just kindly introduced to in a rush.

Your smile reaching your eyes to crinkle, he noted.

He looked probably silly right now, grinning stupidly at how you were bowing. You following up with a joke about how you almost put your hand out to shake his and he couldn’t find himself to do nothing but do what he knows best. Be an absolute flirt, even if he was jittering with nausea and anxiety.

He could barely look into your eyes to begin with, brain milling through the fact that you were talking to him in the first place even if it was through a brief introduction. Suddenly, a smirk formed on your lips for a brief second before vanishing, making Jungkook cock his head to the side. It was like a sign that you knew. Jungkook snapped his head forward, panic rising just a bit at being caught.

Maybe he should get wasted after all, despite given the silence not helping him. It was as if you liked catching him.

“Soo, Jungkook, I hear you are fond of these clubs.” you smile referring to his “scandal” that was blown out of proportion as of this year and his eyes go wide before he can laugh shaking his head “Yeah, I’m very irresponsible you know. Hope you like that about me.” you lick your bottom lip brushing some hair off from your shoulder smiling with your words “Well I think I can handle, you don’t seem too awful.”

And that was the night you both met, you ended off having a few drinks and sparing small talk before parting ways for both your own accorded reasons. And as the months went on when there was an invite on both ends, you would meet briefly and talk for awhile. The time together growing longer and longer each time, eventually you growing fond of his group circle meshing with your few friends that you knew altogether.

Tonight though? You haven’t spoken a word to Jungkook. Only a small nod before averting your attention back to wherever it was. Your friends and his decided on meeting at the usual spot of being in a booth room for vip groups. Well the seating arrangement was fine, he guessed. You were knee to knee with some guy and on the other hand you had fingers grazing over yoongi talking to him.. about whatever.

Believe it or not you were settling perfectly here in his circle and he had to find out today you’ve known Yoongi for over the past six months because “friend of a friend” is what he told him. But besides that unplanned surprise, all jungkook could do was silently sit and observe you. As creepy as that may have looked from another’s perspective. But jungkook was hot, if he was staring well who cares. He is a good looking man and that’s the privilege it comes with having face, no one raises a brow at an attractive guy far too creepily staring down at a woman. He wasn’t being creepy he thinks, he was just admiring you from a distance. That’s all!

He is following as much detail as he could from the harsh distance between you two, he could see all the little things he liked about you. From the way the club lights reflected off your hair to create a glow around your head, to the way you laugh at probably one of Yoongi’s bad jokes. You look pretty when you laugh, head rolling off to the side covering your mouth.

Deeming you in attempting to come as modest and it makes Jungkook scrunch his nose in disappointment, because he wants to see your pretty smile. You never smile really with your teeth, it’s only ever Cheshire grins and wide crinkled eye smiles.

Afar from that he could really say you set the standard for having a resting bitch face but he honestly finds it attractive at how you come off intimidating while at the same time being nice and charismatic. You are an actress after all, he really should not be surprised. But besides from the aimless ogling he did, it wasn’t always pleasant when he found you hounded by his friends near the vip booth.

All sultry looks and quiet whispers in ears, he grumbles like a big baby and decides on finally saying fuck this and that he is going to stop pussyfooting and find someone else to hook up with. He isn’t a teenage boy anymore, he can find pussy if he wants some.

He has no need to wait around like you held the key to his imaginary chastity belt, he was embarrassing himself at this point. Jungkook knows once he finds himself after a few shots on the dance floor, that he would have a good night with whoever grabs his fleeting attention with their hips gyrating over against his.

He doesn’t remember what happened after the last few sips of his fruit infused soju. He only feels hands on his waist, the stranger moving along with him to the rhythm of the music. He’s a little drunk, but the feeling is good he likes it. He acts with all liquid courage in his veins and turns around in kissing whoever it was that caused the early hard on in his slacks. They tasted sweet, cherry lips just like his, both pairs of mouths tasted the same flavor of fruity alcohol that fell sweet on both tongues. He’s being kissed like he wants to be kissed, hands grabbing on his waist pulling him in closer.

Hips still moving in tandem, having their own rhythm. He could explode now but he has his pride to be held onto. He let’s the stranger control the kiss for now, feeling lips peppering over his jaw down to his neck. Even trailing their lips down to the small opening of his chest that was revealed from unbuttoning his shirt earlier. He can feel the soft suctions of lips pressing on him, sucking hickeys into flushed skin that he would regret much later rather than now. It’s dark except for flickering lights around them, the music is loud but it’s not like he’s listening. Lost in the feeling of the other person being this close to him. and god, it feels good, he feels so good in their hands.

He doesn’t know who it is, not even their name or the color of their hair. It’s too good to care about that, he lets the stranger's hand wander under his shirt that was to be untucked. The mouth working over his neck like no other has.

They bite and suck over his skin humming softly when he moans, the stranger takes him for his and their own good pressing him up against into one of the singular bathrooms. Broad sweaty back pushed up against the wall, not even bothered in turning on the light. Only slamming the door shut with a swift lock before hands are back all over him.

The corner they are in is far too dark but Jungkook feels safe in the stranger’s grasp and still feels the same amount of good as he did from the beginning, maybe even more if that was possible.

He probably sounds like a broken record at this point but there were no other words to describe what this person is doing to him.

You’re pulling away from his swollen lips with a moan that fell into a dramatic gasp, it's then that Jungkook snaps out of his daze when he feels his own dick jump at the sound the other made. Feeling himself slowly catch on to who this stranger actually was “Isn’t that what you wanted.” you speak sweetly, even when you are minutes from ruining him to nothing “Tell me to stop,” you muttered into a whisper your lips ghosting over his, running a hand up and down his clothed length “Don’t.” he’s heavily panting now with his forehead pressed to yours, just waiting for your lips to come back to his. He couldn’t see you, only able to feel the smirk that rose up to your lips.

He can’t handle this, the teasing and foreplay, without thinking for another second he closes the remaining gap between you and slots your mouths back together.

His lips felt soft, moving in perfect sync with your own but the rhythm is interrupted when you pull him closer by the nape of his neck and lick at Jungkook’s bottom lip. He instantly opens his mouth, completely forgetting his objective with his hands becoming eager to grab onto something.

He's licking into your mouth with desperation, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth pulling a quiet whimper from him with every lick. His tattooed hand fisting your dress when he feels your hand rushing to unzip his jeans, fuck it’s really about to happen “Pull them down.” you groan into his mouth, practically growling into him. His head bobs with a desperate nod, rushing in pushing the waistband of his slacks and boxers down altogether to allow his dick to spring free.

You waste no time now, long fingers coming to wrap around him just right. Poor thing doesn’t even need your spit, the glob of precum dribbling down his tip is just enough. He already bucks his hips into your fist, eager as can be for your touch “Fuck” he whines tipping his head back against the wall, you began stroking him off in gentle snaps of your wrist. Loosening as you move your way down his length, the twists of your wrist hard over him as you go up and down.

Your ears perking when you hear a new sound, one you’ve never thought you would ever get to hear from his little throat, a highly pitched whine “You like that, huh?” you giggle teasing him with your thumb grazing the sensitive tip as he twitches in your hand “Fuck yeah I do.” it's amusing to watch how gasps fall from parted lips, how he moans and whimpers when fingers jerk him from slow to fast, playing with him as you exactly please to “So helpless and lost.” you thrust your hand up, thumb pressed down on his oozing head to feel him writhe in your grasp trying to move.

Trying so hard to rut into your palm but your other hand is already too quick with pinning his hips back to the wall “If you want to fuck my hand,” you squeeze your fist around him for emphasis on your words grazing your lips over his jaw “then be good and ask nicely.” the sober domineering jungkook would have walked right out of here with cocky laughter and said no, but the lustful drunk driven Jungkook has the better idea.. and that is saying yes “Please, please let me fuck your hand.” his breath stutters and shakes, and a hiccup follows with every weak jerk of his hips regardless of the restraint of your grip on him “You’re gonna be all messy baby, gonna have to clean yourself up after.” he doesn’t press on what any of that means, especially when you speak to him in a taunting manner practically. With nails left from his hip now to scraping through his scalp that he wants to moan quietly, or at least try to.

Jungkook is wholeheartedly deciding now on saying fuck it and letting go, the alcohol isn’t helping him much longer with keeping himself from falling into an absolute mess. He was going to finally allow you, allow you to take care of him “You like it messy don’t you honey.” he is gonna die and it’s all your fault “Mmh Yes, yes I do.” your fingers move along down to his dress shirt with cold digits slipping under the white fabric of his button up “Like being touched here, hm?” he gasps feeling your palm moving down until your thumb and forefinger twist at his nipple.

His nipples are already stiff hard after the slightest touches from before and jungkook whimpers proudly at the sensation, twitching everywhere and all over at this point “Yes, yes. Please need more.” he doesn’t have a clue what he is saying, uttering whatever his little brain could muster so he could have more of your touch all over him “Is this what you want? Need my hand to fuck yourself dumb.” you giggle continuing the languid pumps of your hand, snapping your wrist once you reached back up to his tip.

Knowing that said spot made him hiss every time once your hand was near “More than anything.” he sounds hopeless and gone, it’s what he exactly was. He wishes so badly your mouth was around him right now but he’s more than ok with your hand, you make everything seem to feel amazing “Go ahead.” his breath hitches into his throat again, his cheeks burned coming to the quick realization he had to ask for permission to fuck your hand.

Whatever, he could care less when his dick is throbbing for him to move. He feels your hand grope at him rough, unable to stop himself from thrusting his hips forward. How does someone’s hand feel this fucking good “Gooood kookie, just like that.” Even the way you praised him in soft whispers was hot, it’s crazy since many people have called him that same nickname while under him.

But it was much different hearing it from you, especially when you continued to whisper endless praise mixed with degrading him the right amounts. Making jungkook feel like he was going to bust without announcing his end each time he jutted his hips into your hand.

You paused and waited for him to calm down and let his breathing regulate itself, your hand still pressed down by his hard bulge feeling his hips grinding low and painfully against your limp hand. Feeling him grind his hips onto the pressure of your stilled hand, if desperation was a person then jungkook would take the cake for the title “Don’t you dare fucking stop.” he growls practically seething all over your abrupt pause, he’s breathing heavily through his nose, his breaths becoming shallow as he neared climax “Now where did all that attitude come from” you laugh at him lazily stroking him off “you can’t be this pathetic for my hand, now can you.”

Jungkook feels flustered and he thanks the dark because he thinks his face is cherry red from how blunt you can be “Of f-fucking course, I am hard and it hurts.” he hissed snapping his teeth shut, feeling you squeeze him gingerly before your lips press barely to his cheek “I was waiting for you to breathe, you were breathing awfully like an asthma patient.”

“I wonder why.” he scoffs with fake laughter rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek “No need to be such a brat.” and before he can bite back, a certain whine broke from him. Gasping to no end when he felt your hand pumping him faster than before, unable to even take control from the whiplash of your fist “You gonna cum guk?” he knows you’re mocking him but he doesn’t care, as cracked as his voice was right now he still found a place to sound cocky with his words “o-oh yeah, yeah I fucking am.” he slurs on his speech breathless, lisp prominent.

Even his once desperate hips began to stutter as he finally cums with gasp filled murmurs. Hot white ropes of his seed making a mess over his white shirt, spilling himself full into your hand.. practically dripping all over you.

You help him ride the aftermath of his high, groaning to yourself at the way his cock seized in your hand. Checking himself out done with the last push of cum oozing down his length, you may be in the dark but you can sure feel his cum is dripping everywhere. From your fingers, to his cock and probably down to his balls. Jungkook’s eyes are fluttering now licking his lips, feeling your mouth softly kiss along his neck until his high was finally over.

He has such a dumb happy smile, he doesn’t know when the last time he felt this good after a mere handjob “You liked that?” his thighs twitch feeling his hips still from the sensitivity hitting him hard, muttering out in a heavy breath of air his voice back to being deep all of the sudden “So fucking much.” he sucked in a breath before hearing a low rumble of a sound that instantly made Jungkook’s legs turn into jelly. It was more of a sultry giggle than he heard before, “A mess, just like you wanted.” you drawl your words in a sing song manner still managing to sound hot somehow.

His eyes are near closing with a bunny smile forming on his face, it’s only seconds later he feels your hand leave the warmth of him and you murmur “Clean yourself up, you’re a big boy.” he opens his eyes up halfway a bit confused with your words, unable to send his expression of his confusion since you are both in the dark. His quiet “huh” was hopefully enough, because he is afraid his voice might crack if he asks what do you mean.

He feels you leave from his side his heart dropping down into his chest, hearing the familiar sound of your heels clicking closer and closer to the bathroom stall door and he doesn’t want to believe you would leave like that. And you prove him right because all you do is flick on the switch, how embarrassing for him when he probably looks like a mess. His eyes are wide now and he watches how contempt and put together you manage to look, apart from your slightly wrinkled dress and somewhat swollen lips.. you look perfect.

Your heels click when you step towards jungkook and you’re back to his side again, his head turning slightly over to face you with the same look of confusion while your clean hand tilts his chin up to have him look at you straight in the eye. You grin noticing his eyes are so wide, wide as a deer were just caught in headlights “Are you only good at this, making a mess on my hand.” you rise your cum covered hand to his rosey red tinted face, watching his pupils dilate at the real mess he’s made. You were absolutely right, cum was dripping down from your fingers and palm embarrassingly.

He couldn’t even utter an apology before you decide on sticking your cum covered fingers into his mouth, and as if he were on autopilot his lips pressed down between your lips lapping up whatever he painted over your skin. He completely throws out his original idea of a napkin when you look this pleased with him, grinning ear to ear in absolute contentment.

Going far enough to licking your bottom lip in hunger, doing the same motion he does when he wants to get something, tonguing the inside of his cheek. Your eyes never leave his, mouth opened teasingly not unrelenting when you switch between fingers and handing him your palm to lick clean. Boring eyes into his while feeling his tongue glide over his own mess, the barbell of his metal piercing meeting your skin along with licks becoming a mix of erratic and sloppy.

Guiding him to every spot he splattered for him to clean before popping your fingers out from between his lips. And he’s so distracted by your manicured nails barely brushing lint off from his button up that he doesn’t notice the smirk you give him before walking away, the sound of your heels clicking whirl around in his mind like a spell before it’s broken with the sound of the door clicked and the softest “Bye Jungkook.” gracing his ears.

He cannot believe he just allowed himself to get topped by a woman, and worst of all, he liked it so much that he wants more. It’s embarrassing to come to this realization right now, since he quickly realized with his half soft dick out and dried cum still on his thighs.

Jungkook most definitely doesn’t know any better, especially when he sees something and it’s unattainable for others. But to him he thinks this is a great sign to do everything in his power to get what he wants. Oh he will, he will do whatever to get you under him now. Even if he has to be your bitch for awhile to get his way, it will happen and he will walk out the day it happens to say he hit that.

The challenge is on Miss L/n Y/n.

Ok now jungkook is starting to think he failed this said mission, where does he even begin. It has been what? Three months since the best handjob he has yet to receive. And all you two now are just friends, can he even say that when he doesn’t have your phone number. He only ever sees or talks to you when you are in a godforsaken nightclub, constantly swarmed by your friends and desperate men just like him. A week after he should mention the conversation you both briefly had where he asked shyly what that was, basically begging with his eyes and body language how he wanted more. How he wants to ravish you whole whether in a club bathroom or a hotel room, he wants it.

And while he was begging like a love starved puppy you given him the curt response of “Be patient, Jeon.” before prancing off into the distance to your friends. It’s only that he is nothing but impatient and frustrated, he has never waited this long or tried to get one woman for so long that he came down to only fruitless attempts. And it wasn’t as if he wasn’t trying already enough to earn your attention, because believe him he was. He follows like an obedient puppy, completely fixated on you, you are pretty..mission aside he can’t help himself around you. It’s like every time you walk into a room it feels as if a slow motion of the song “love you like a love song” was playing in the background, you walking in with poise and grace with still being hot simultaneously.

Him being this desperate and practically turning into his bitch for you, he realizes that you only see him as nothing but “a sweetheart” as you told him with intending it with a nice compliment. No surprise here when Jungkook is without a doubt always holding your hand along with helping you down steps or up. Even though you most definitely do not need the help, you still allow him. Letting him open every door for you and pulling out chairs at the bars, only hoping that doing all of this would make you want to just wreck him or was he intending to wreck you, he wasn’t sure, he is stupidly confused with himself. Because he definitely thinks he can’t get anymore less obvious in how eager he is to please you.

Why does jungkook mention this all? Well. He could really punch himself right now, because it’s as if everything he did with desperation meant nothing to you. Because seeing right across from him at this very moment with his own two wide eyes were you and Yoongi. And who cares right, what is the big deal.

Well today yoongi is upset and it was evident with the frown on his face, the tension within asking questions was out of the question. So you of course decide on going over to comfort him, hearing the loose lipped words from yours and his friends that he is upset about whatever, it’s still unknown.

He has a great feeling you would quickly figure out what this great unknown reason is and well he was right. Because it’s as if he all just saw this in slow motion with a random song playing in the background of thrumming eardrums, you kiss him, Min yoongi.

You do this on the great reason because one of the lyrics cheekily mentioned something along the lines of a lipstick kiss on the cheek. Never has he seen anyone take the lyrics to a song this seriously, Jungkook practically jumps up in his booth seat with a chuckling friend of his from next to him asking with a voice laced in curiosity “What’s wrong?” “Why is he so startled? Are you ok koo?” and Jungkook doesn’t even try to answer, only asking with a voice of laced annoyance and being at loss found in his voice “Did she just,” his friend proceeds to follow his line of sight tilting his head off to the side finally catching onto what he was asking, following with a stupid smile he always did while drunk “Ohh that, yeah she kissed his jaw.” jungkook is confused, he doesn’t understand what made you do that. No he didn’t own you but you were talking, maybe on loose terms.

It was unfair to him because Jungkook was sitting and waiting eagerly for you to make another move, you said maybe over weeks ago now that he needed to be “patient.” he wasn’t unrelenting on the flirting he sent your way, which left you to just return it casually as always being left of him to be in nothing but a mess internally.

He thought maybe if he stopped doing any of this that you would come around, he’s been patient he thinks. He is on edge and upset at the same time with being this optimistic. He isn’t even allowed to be upset! He still fucks other people and so can you, it makes him itch that he doesn’t have a clue if you have slept with anyone even. He is upset and grumbling in his seat just like before, all because you kissed a very upset Yoongi on his jaw, that was now giggling in the distance over your antics.

The kiss was very low on the edge to kissing his neck, let’s talk about that can we. If this was any other girl his inner “alpha” ego would rage and immediately stomp over to pull you into the nearest bathroom stall and fuck you into oblivion, just like every other girl begged for. But he can’t, he can’t do that because you barely given him the chance to even rub your knee or touch elbows with you. He is panicking because he doesn’t know or even think you remember him, you are fucking hot. You could of easily replaced him, what is he even doing.

He’s done.. he doesn’t need to chase someone this far and wide. You just aren’t, interested. No pfft that isn’t it, you’re just shy or busy.. Mmm yeah.. so shy and busy you kiss his friends on their jaw and giggle while swaying hands side to side playfully dancing in a silly manner to make them smile.

Which you easily achieve even if it’s someone as reserved as Min Yoongi. No, he really shouldn’t be jealous because yoongi, his friend is upset. You are being the oh very kind friend yourself of making him smile, Jungkook is done now this is his healthy closure.. yeah. He’s bored, he doesn’t need you.

Doesn’t need to see your stupid pretty face that wears a lot of mascara, he doesn’t need to see you order a lemon + cherry infused vodka, wearing that stupid dark crimson red dress that fits your body perfect.

Fuck you’d probably be the type to wear a salinas bikini, it would fit you just right with your prominent bone structure and straight posture. Fuckkk, he knows you would probably even wear dramatic diamond jewelry because you could just do that and make it look natural.

Jungkook what the fuck snap out of it, he has had way too much time to think about you. There is no time to sit around when he sees you patting yoongis cock by now, practically, ok it was his thigh. Close enough and you’re off to probably get another lemon ch— he needs to leave.

He shuffles in his seat whispering over to his friend that he would be right back, his friend only waved him off already talking to someone else.

He sees you at the bar, it’s like he planned everything he was going to say to you but now his mind is completely at blank. Maybe he shouldn’t have came over here after all, but jungkook doesn’t have the right mind to think all the way properly. Especially to think correctly when he is tipsy mixing his current feelings of unadulterated agitation, sexual frustration and jealousy.

He knows to take in his surroundings, as if he were an undercover detective waiting to catch you do something. He takes on how you were currently having a dramatic whisper banter at the bar with the bartender, he shouldn’t watch any longer because he thinks if he were to see him or you do something.

He would only think with his throbbing member and incoming headache of yelling dramatically to stop. He may be on the edge of being drunk but jungkook knows not to be that stupid.

And it’s kind of funny how he says he isn’t going to be stupid while he at the same time walking over to the bar, going with reason to get his point across. His orgasm has a time stamp and it’s running late, jokes aside. He’s here, clearing his throat stood right across from you.

Watching how you swirl your drink in hand before your gaze averts from your phone onto him, turning to see the tall man with a visible pout and his arms crossed over his chest that he knew himself had his biceps bulging through his shirt.

He smirks when he notices the way your stare flickered from his chest, up to his neck to finally follow with making eye contact. Your stare holding no emotional, not even a twitch in your features to be traced. You softly go onto speak as if seeing him has been in your daily routine lately “Well hello.”

Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath shaking his head at the audacity you have, his drunk brain running in circles telling him to tell his shit to you because it’s definitely well deserved “You know I exist, wow!” he laughs dryly deciding it’s his turn to stare at you with a meaningless glare, half proud at how well he is holding his attitude regardless of your dry stare.

Your laugh is a mere chuckle squinting eyes to him before shaking your head “I do, could never forget the boy who creamed my hand.” you grin swirling the drink in hand with no intent to speak any further. Jungkook has no great response to that, only able to muster with a hissing voice an octave deeper trying to hide his real emotions “How the fuck did you expect me to last when you are such a tease.”

Your brows rise to your hairline, still not speaking. Jungkook on the other hand apparently doesn’t know when to stop.

“And I cannot believe i’m waiting here hand and foot while you are over there rubbing Yoongi’s knee and what else.. kissing his jaw?”

He expects to hear you talk back, put him in his place. But it’s quiet, nothing but the sounds of club music and the loud ambiance of people around him carrying on with doing whatever.

He doesn’t have the balls to stare up and see your reaction, his eyes dead set on staring at the bar counter and your hand barely grazing over your glass. He badly wishes now that he had a cup in his hand, to have something to crush in nervous hands for his own comfort.

And just when he begins to think he scared you off for good, a great sound erupts into the air. You scoff and giggle.

Snickering to the point of having to cover your mouth like you always do, coughing your guts out so harshly before cutting off with a brute tone of voice “I’m sorry, what.” your face is incredibly quick to snap from the once sweet outgoing girl to a bitter, mean and demeaning glare.

Definitely unrelenting to the pair of wide doe eyes, that are so wide you could tell he was puzzled and lost of what to do or let alone say.

He stutters and stammers like an idiot, deeming himself definitely stupid right now. You pause still, raising a questionable brow at him, the sound of glass clinking on the bar counter heard ringing right in his ears. And your heels click over to him so slow, his throat closing on himself. He is cold and stood frozen, convinced he’s in a trance at this point. It’s as if in god speed you are toe to toe with him and your at the same eye level given your heels.

You tilt your head off to the side with a grin all so knowing of what’s next, the sweet venomous words rolling right off the tongue “What ‘d you say, don’t be shy, repeat yourself.” a single acrylic nail grazes over his cheek pressing into the faded scar with a teasing tap over the flesh “You really want to fuck me, huh?”

Unforgiving nerves are coming to show him for all he is now “Oh.” he laughs in his own spite along with awful deflection “Now, you catch onto me wanting to fuck you.” losing his once calm and cocky resolved self, missing the way your eyes had a shade of darkness linger over them while he was way too busy with rolling his own.

Your nod is slow processing his words, your gaze scrutinizing. He doesn’t even mind the way your acrylic presses into his skin, only coming to realize what this all is when your thumb presses right down into his chin. Tilting his head back with the same smile he knows that isn’t anything but evil, and he loves it. He knows he definitely stricken a nerve. And from you? There has to be an award for that.

Award, reward.. same thing. Because he is definitely receiving something and things have taken a 180 in the last ten minutes or so, no complaints from him besides the feeling that he might bust within minutes tonight in the confines of his backseat in his thankfully spacious Mercedes Benz.

He was beaming with annoyance minutes before, how did it end like this?

“What are you doing to me” he whines gasping for air as if his own airways were blocked from receiving any oxygen “Ruining you.” your grin small at the way he tries pulling you closer to him, almost making you want to laugh. Feeling him press into you with desperate attempts to grind up into your heat, “Want you now.” he mumbles, raising his chin up to plant a sloppy kiss on your lips. Not leaving it at that, your lips both move in grinding against each other.

Needy hands tugging on hair with desperate tongues moving over the other’s as if you both practiced together. He moans against your lips, feeling you press a hand against the bulge in his pants.

Your fingers moving fast with massaging his cock through the material of his slacks, rolling hips in return at the back of your hand. Both of you moaning in the same melody, thrusting your hips up against the tent risen from your touches. Taking over the spot of touching his member with your covered cunt, chasing what little friction you both could get.

After a moment it’s jungkook that pulls you back when he meekly tries in desperate attempts again to control the situation once more, “Please.. get naked before I rip your clothes to shreds.” you hum admiring the way his lips are nibbled pink, eyes imploring; and fuck you want him.

You wiggled off his lap, raising his arms up to take off his shirt along with the rest of his clothes all except his jeans. Taking your time with dropping down your knees between his legs, couldn’t help not to, reaching with eager fingers to rub his biceps. Pendant chain pressed on his chest, he flashes you a lazy smirk before his lips fell into an o shape feeling his nipples already become rock hard from a few pinches and twists just like the first time.

He can’t help to not bite down on the side of his pierced lip, rushing his own fingers onto his belt to unbuckle but was stopped when quick hands pushed his away. Opening his mouth to question, he shut himself up when you started to undo his belt for him. Pulling the leather belt from the loops of his slacks and pushing them down to his ankles “In a hurry are we,” he licked his lips nodding his head with allowing you to continue “You have my attention, no need to rush.”

You were teasing jungkook with your words, getting him to crave what it was to feel powerless. A spark of arousal bubbles in his gut, it’s an all consuming sensation that makes him tense his thighs to relieve some pressure, still biting on his lip until it starts to throb with pain. And it doesn’t help when he feels your burning gaze has tenfold to watch every movement he was doing.

Before he could realize, his own hand was back to traveling down soon palming his crotch over the material of his boxers. He bit his lip even harder with his mind racing. He was nervous about how you would react but right now he doesn’t care. He is so desperate for any touch or friction, he couldn’t care less.

His hand gently rubbed the bulge slowly growing even harder, the images of your thighs flashing under closed lids. His hand quick to moving under the hem of tight boxer briefs and finally coming skin to skin as he wrapped his hand around his hardening length.

“God, you’re too cute. Are you really this eager for pussy?”

his eyes flutter open with a whine watching your hand push him off once again “Shut up,” he grumbles, cheeks matched with the color of his dick.

You have done this countless times before, he should know you do this to get under his skin.

You carry on to dreamily giggle like you always do while humming to him “Guk?”

His jaw is painfully still strained as he replies with a swift, “Yes?”

“Stop being a brat and kiss me.”

He doesn’t care to talk back now, he is too horny that he will do whatever you want. He pushed his lips against yours, it was a bit awkward and sloppy because neither of you took the lead, waiting for him to do so since he’s been begging with his actions to show who’s boss, guess the agenda has changed.

You decided you’ll do it then, it wasn’t like you were going to allow him for long to have control.

The sloppy kiss progressively steers into a fast driven pace. A pace where you decide to swipe at his bottom lip with the tip of your tongue. Slipping it into his mouth, licking the row of teeth and making it obvious that you’d like to get on Jeongguk’s lap by leaning in closer to him slowly getting yourself up from the carpet of his backseat.

He gets the message in the midst of his horny state and grabs your hips pinning you onto his lap, settling your ass down near his crotch. Grabby tattooed digits pushing your dress up to your waist and from there it’s back to being tongue and teeth mixed with languid moans.

He feels like a man hypnotized, your hands running up and down his thighs that come to rest in the dip of his waist “By the way,” he hums to your few words way too busy relishing in your touch “don’t hold back any of those pretty sounds you make when you’re inside me.”

Jeongguk feels his teeth grit with a sharp hiss at the way you press your panty covered cunt over his dick, jawline tensed holding onto whatever self control he had left.

“Jus’ wanna hear how brainless you become.”

At the moment, he’s so, so hard. He’s already anticipated of what your next words or actions will be, what you’ll say to piss him off further but also arouse him at the same time. You surprise him though, but when do you not. The way your eye contact doesn’t break with every word you mutter just shows how enticing you are to him.

You jutted your bottom lip out playfully only to make him smirk with a silent scoff “Sorry, I’ll be nice now.” you pressed on with straight blatant sarcasm running your hand up from his waist over to his shoulder, beginning to trail a litter of wet kisses from the shell of his ear down to his neck. Biting down into hot skin to hear him whine out in tiny hisses, cursing at you to move your hips over him more.

“If you don’t put my fucking dick in I swear to g-“

“Im ready, go.” even if you were ready, which caught him by surprise, jungkook still held onto your waist to prepare himself. You moan when Jeongguk finally slides in, slow and careful whilst deciding on rubbing your ass to provide distraction from the burn. As expected, he is big. However, your thoughts leave when you’re speared apart and his cock is inside within his full entirety pushes in until you were sat right on his lap, your figure settling from the stretch.

“Holy f-fuck.” jungkook takes his time to exhale a shaky breath, hiding himself in the crook of your neck feeling your body giggle at him “You sure have an attitude.”

He doesn’t look at you in his own desperate shame while he jerks his hips forward. He smells the scent of perfume clinging to your body. It wasn’t strong, just the right amount of for Jungkook’s sensitive nose. The sweet faint scent comforted him, his own shoulders easing as he took slow deep breaths. He doesn’t have a mind to respond to the retort, only wanting to feel you move “Need you bad.” you hum quiet before speaking in a whisper “Then fuck me, Jeongguk-ah.” his name should not sound that good from being simply pronounced.

Jungkook licks his lips eager before giving his hips an experimental roll, groaning out guttural at how you feel around him. Hot arousal thudding through coursing veins, feeling a pulse all over his skin “Kiss me.” the command is fierce and breathless against his lips. He can’t do more than groan capturing your mouth in a rushed kiss, resounding a quiet yes between a breath he took. Soaking up every moan and whimper that let out against your lips.

In the midst of this all, he pulls out from your heat with a quiet gasp from the feeling and slides in with one long thrust. Eyes trailing down to see how you were opened around the girth of his cock, the sounds of skin and you gasping in pleasure “More, faster.” the both of you were already moaning in tandem, rocking hips into your heat “Yeah? Harder, uh?” he is slowly becoming crazy, each thrust rocking through yours and his body.

You nod moving your hips back and forth over his cock that still remained to jerk up into your heat in rhythm. Thankful that there was room to where you didn’t hit your head on the roof of his car “Gonna ride you now, Mhm.” you don’t care to hear his answer, already positioning knees. Feeling the burn of them digging into leathered seats — by now they’re colored pink because of the uncomfortable position, but you crave the burn and because now you’re steady. Hand pressed over his chest, his tip pressed right at your entrance while grazing him over your hole and,

“Oh god, right there.” he whines voice quick to fall into falsetto, head thrown back to hit his headrest. Your feet flat against his seats, bouncing hips up and down with force and it’s then that he breaks wholeheartedly.

A cracked silent scream that falls into a moan with dilated eyes that fell into scrunched brows, pretty pink lips forming into an o shape when the pleasure that once felt determined now grows into something more driven.

“Right there huh?” you gyrate your hips over him deeper feeling his thighs seize under you, his fingers flying to grapple onto your sides in godspeed “Yes, yes! My god, there holy fuck.”

Not holding back at all, thrusting up and down to the point your wetness squelched with every bounce over his cock.

The car was surely moving with the both of you at this point and outsiders likely knew what was going on, given the tinted windows mixed with misted fog from labored actions. At this point the both of you were taking turns, cock sliding in and out of you with ease. Deft fingers pressed against your clit, the difference of the motions had nails buried hilt into his shoulders.

His eyes nearly fall from his sockets when he thinks he finally had a proper grasp on your hips, feeling you brace your hands on his shoulders before riding him into absolute oblivion. He can’t even stay in control much longer, let alone think for a second to look at the sight when his eyes are already fluttering to the back of his mind from how tight you squeeze him, whilst all at the same time riding him like your life depended on it.

“What did I fucking tell you, hmm?” you squeeze his cheeks between your fingers, his pouted lips making you go haywire “Tell me guk.” god you make him weak, sitting all pretty over his lap like this “You told me..” he gasps gnawing on his lip, head thrown back again to strain himself from busting when he feels you squeeze around him again “To be- fucking hell- to be patient.”

He could feel every push and slam into your cunt that turned faster and rougher. There was a sudden increase in speed that had your ass bouncing from the sudden force, limbs near give out at your own eagerness. The pace is animalistic, so dirty and disgusting and you couldn’t have asked for a better body to mesh with.

“And what did you do, hm?” he doesn’t respond, jungkook only can bob his head fast in responding before rolling his eyes back in bliss.

“I shouldn’t allow you to cum honestly. For being this impatient.”

Jungkook’s eyes could barely focus on you with every whine and groan he uttered feeling you ride him at every perfect angle “impatient, ex-excuse me it has been weeks what—“ he yelps feeling a tight fist squeeze around his balls and he doesn’t think a woman has ever done something that caught him this off guard “Shut the fuck up, damn.” especially doing it with getting him to shut up.

Jungkook thinks about how he could easily pick you up right now and manhandle you into whatever position he pleased, but something deep inside of him doesn’t desire to do that at all. His pupils are blown, mouth hanging agape as he felt your pace grew agonizingly slow.

Every piece of you was being used as you fucked him and deep in his mind, he was feeling like an animal. Your back arched into him and he pulls you closer to his chest.

Half droopy smirk plastered on his features when he reverts his attention back to your o shaped lips and fluttering lashes. You grab onto Jungkook’s hands and place them on your waist, fingers interlocked as he drags them down in one smooth motion until they rest back on your ass. He grabbed a handful of the supple skin of your ass, while picking up the perfect pace, his thrusts heavy but long.

Catching on you began to slow down to barely bouncing, “Close?” he manages to mumble even if his speech was slurred, you nod drunkenly. Pushing your lips onto his to sloppily kiss him while your hips still worked in motion with his.

The kiss is hot and sloppy as you feel your orgasm incoming, sucking his lips and tongue your lips occasionally grazing the metal barbell pierced into the wet muscle, running fingers through sweaty hair “So close.” your hips begin to stutter. He feels your soft palms trail down his bare sides, familiarizing yourself before grabbing at the skin and clawing his skin. No longer in control of your body, you let go.

You groan out in a throaty whine in pure ecstasy, spasming around him as your body crashed through the waves of your orgasm. No matter how sensitive you were, you still pushed through to bounce over his cock. Loving the way he throbbed around your walls “Yes, yes use me. Shit.” his own thrusts began to stagger a sign that he was about to cum, cock aching for release while you came down down from your high.

He knew he was going to cum right on the spot when he opened his eyes seeing you like this, his breaths ragged and he knew he lost it. He hears the few lethal words whispered into his shoulder, oh so sweetly “No one could ever make you feel this way, look at the realization dawning on you.” and as if you held the invisible string of his orgasm, it snapped. Not wasting a second with pinning your hips down one last time, growling feral at the way you moaned into his skin.

Your hips still rocking even if you were on the verge of tears from overstimulation “Good boy, look at you filling me up just right.” he whines bobbing his head back barely listening, how were you this good at talking a man through his end. It makes him envious at whoever had their hands on you before this, or more so your hands on them.

He feels honored in itself you allowed him to finish inside you, you feel so warm and tight, he’s not sure if he would of been able to pull out in time. Which is crazy to jungkook because his pull out game is amazing.

He is already coming back from wherever his mind has wondered, blinking profusely, his vision fuzzy and he can feel you slip out from him. Both of you hiss at the contact and his eyes are blinking to still his vision, there you are, already ready in leaving him.

Currently he sees you using the wipes he kept in his side console, guilty as charge.. jungkook is a prepared man. He tries to find the words to speak with his mouth, blubbering for anything to say. Say anything you idiot. He’s combing through his little brain right now trying to get himself to do the humanly action of using his mouth, he notices oddly while watching you get ready that even after the sex you both just had you still looked good as new.

And jungkook pouts because he didn’t take the time to slip the straps from your dress and see your chest bare, god he is disappointed in himself. He got way too busy in how good you felt around him. You almost seemed like you could care less if he wasn’t speaking and that makes jungkook annoyed to no end. How are you not clingy after sex, even he can admit that cuddles and aftercare after sex is nice, no matter how meaningless his fuck is.

He sighs heavily more to himself, leaving a spent Jungkook vying to catch for his breath. While you were busy bending over to pick up your belongings and smoothing the wrinkles out from your dress, he’s way too infatuated at how you move this swiftly after getting fucked and jungkook has a track record for wobbly limbs. He is a bit lost right now until your sweet voice knocks him from his thoughts “Gonna go, I’ll see you!” he stutters, half naked figure sitting up scrambling to wiggle on his boxers “wait wait, hold on- I can drive you home.” your eyes blink at him almost cartoonish, as if you were confused of why he was offering such “I mean I have this.” he motions his hands chuckling fruitless, he thinks you’re going to say yes.

But you break his heart all over again, shaking your head with that same giggle turning to face him straight. Eyeing his scratched skin with the same evil smile that would make knees buck if he wasn’t already drained “Guk.” his pupils dilate in hope, nibbling over his lip ring watching how you trail back into the seat next to him, rubbing over his chest with warm fingers coming to push his bottom lip together.

You smile, smiling for the first time ever with teeth. He can definitely feel his heart ricochet off the walls when you eye at his squished lips all while doing the simple action “Would stay for the ride but,” your eyes follow over his shocked and surprised ones, smiling back again with another cheeky grin before mouthing the word “dispatch” and all he can do is shake his head with an abrupt nod, your fingers have left watching them trail off to open his car door and sitting on your bottom to put on heels.

Jungkook stared timelessly at your back, completely at loss for the thousandth time tonight. And he can’t even ask if you would like to come over sometime.. outside of the club setting for once. You are gone, already left from being briefly sat down seconds before.

He is doomed and is now deeming himself most definitely pussy whipped.

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a/n: switch jk is the moment

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