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The flowers are singing and the birds are blooming, or was it the other way around? It’s been some time since you were this happy – despite your ex-boyfriend showing up all of a sudden and hearing a truth from your friends that breaks your heart.

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Word count: 10k

Warnings: A LOT of smut, implicit sub-drop, and, uh, well, you’ll see.

# fluff, noona kink, protected vaginal sex, unprotected non-vaginal sex, nipple play, overstimulation, dry humping, mommy kink, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, marking kink, degradation, angst.

A/N: I’m sorry fellas :(

“F-fuck, Kook—”

His tongue is lapping at your folds non-stop, slurping and sucking and sinking into your sensitive core. Not exactly sloppy, the whole business, he’s rather neat in that sense, sharp and efficient. The piercing on his tongue rubs against you relentlessly. With his hands gripping your ass, he doesn’t need to spread your legs, you’ll oblige happily if he just keeps this up.

You haven’t told him to use his fingers just yet – gotta leave the icing for the end.

“Noona,” Jungkook lets out in a whimper when you tug at his hair, “y-you’re so wet, shit— taste so good.”

You utter a breathy chuckle that turns into a groan. “This’ all your work, baby, you got noona this wet. Got her dripping after three orgasms.”

In appreciation for the praise, Jungkook flicks at your clit, finally paying it some attention after fooling around for minutes. You moan, tug harder, he feels it in his scalp, you encourage him to keep going.

He’s painfully hard, has been so for the last half an hour – has been so since the second he woke up this morning, really, cock pressed against your belly and your tongue having fun with his nipples because he told you it’s something that turns him on madly. What a decision, really, letting you know exactly how to ruin him; a promise for a better life, paradise, which can only be accessed through death.

That death is you, by the way.

Yes, you’ll be the end of him with your sexy moans, your soft skin, your legs wrapped around his hips, hooking him to destroy any chance of escape, your breasts bouncing as you writhe in pleasure, cunt so wet and hot. Shit, what a moment to think about it, he now realises – and ‘how to stop humping the mattress while I eat my crush out and avoid coming on the bedding like a bitch in heat?’ seems like a pretty sad thing to search on Google.

But the two of you are too eager, the ticking coming from the bedside table way too loud and aware that you will have to get out of bed at some point.

Jungkook’s face is soaked with your slick, it tastes so sweet, he wants, needs more, needs you to come. That’s what he asks-begs you in a breathless whimper, for you to come all over his face, to let him feel how you flutter and throb.

But you’ve got something different planned for him.

“Kookie,” you call, looking down at him through half-lidded eyes – your voice oozes lust, just loving, carnal lust, “I’m close already. Go get a condom and come up here.”

With a mindless nod, he pulls away from your core, leaving it empty and needy, rummages through your drawer, and takes out the half-used box. This time, Jungkook is quicker to put it on, the previous nights’ clumsiness more or less forgotten in the back of his mind. Now, his cock throbs as he finds room between your spread legs.

“I’m close,” you repeat with a voice softer than he’s ever heard you, and he literally melts, “so don’t worry about whether you last or not. Just enjoy it, all right?” As you press your lips against him, he kisses you back to let you know he’ll try. “And leave it all to noona.”

Jungkook pushes into you in one quick thrust, too nervous to take it slow.

He’s buried in so deeply, you close your eyes and make of his neck your poor victim, sinking your teeth into the tight skin. It tears a whimper from his throat, makes your core throb and helps you stretch out around him.

“Bunny,” you sigh, “hm, feels good. Keep going.”

“N-noona—”

You cut his whimper off with a kiss, lips rolling down against each other at the clumsy rhythm of his hips. He still tastes like you.

With your hand on his nape, you press Jungkook’s lips against you, making him huff at the sudden loss of air. His cock twitches, he trembles above you. He would’ve never thought that sex could feel so intimate, so private, so… connecting – this whole year he’d been fishing for quick, drunk hook-ups in bathroom stalls to lose his virginity and get as much experience as he could in an attempt to leave his ‘pathetic, loser persona’ behind.

But being here, having you so close, inhaling your perfume as you hug him and harp him deeper inside of you— this is not at all what Jungkook was doing months ago.

“Noona,” he whimpers, nuzzling your neck.

You feel so good around him, how is he supposed to last? Every single thing in this room just turns him on and reminds him of you. From the softness of the mattress to the soothing silence around the two of you, it only enhances the way your touch burns on his skin and makes his head spin, drunk with affection.

“I’m almost there,” you breathe out against his ear. “T-think you can go a bit faster, bunny?”

Not if he wants to last, but your wish is his command.

Jungkook moves back to relocate his feet on the mattress while your legs tighten their grip around him. It’s hard not to mewl, but he manages to pick up a faster rhythm, thrusting into your wet heat as you tilt up your hips to welcome him.

You tug at his hair with a growl. “Fuck—! Shit, baby, r-right there!” you moan before you sink your teeth into the skin of his neck, making him whimper. “Fuck, ugh, fuck!”

“G-god—”

He’s trembling in your sweaty grip, looking down at you with what you think is the epitome of adoration and ecstasy. You make him let go of his lip from between his teeth when you pull him in for a kiss, drowning all the sounds you’re both making. It’s easy to tell he’s close, so you only have to push him a bit more.

“Wanna make noona come, Kookie?” you whisper with a raspy voice that, Jungkook swears, is the sexiest thing he’s ever heard.

Bedroom eyes staring up at him, he answers you with a kiss, letting you suck his lip into your mouth and bite down before smirking. His fingers tighten around your shoulders, it’s delightful to feel the way he trembles above you.

The coiling tension in your stomach tightens as his cock massages your walls, tip bumping against your sweet spot. You throw your head back against the pillow and growl, hook your legs around his waist, drag your nails down his back as sweet words of praise come out of your lips, attracting his eyes to yours like a magnet. Jungkook whimpers and thrusts into you faster, he’s focused on making you come now.

“Right there, bunny, ugh—!” You can’t help tugging at his hair, making him gasp. “Shit, shit, baby, coming!”

Jungkook lets you give him a sloppy kiss and bite on his lip. “P-please, noona!”

Your nails are sunk into his skin, most probably making it hurt. But he likes it, he really does – you were right that day when you told him, out of breath right before a great orgasm, that he’s a slut for pain.

With a gasp, you break the kiss to bite down on his neck, stifling a deep moan as the tension snaps. You feel every fibre of your body dissolve into pleasure as your climax takes over, making you moan and mark Jungkook in any way possible; teeth, nails, and hands leaving red marks on his ass as you squeeze the tender flesh.

“N-noona! Fuck, fuck— NOONA, SHIT—” It doesn’t take him much longer to come undone, your walls fluttering around his cock too much to handle until he empties himself into the condom. “S-so good, ugh, shit!”

You thrust up onto him to ride both of your climaxes, eyes closed, focused only on the warmth of Jungkook’s arms around you.

You really don’t want to think of anything else right now.

“You did so well, bunny,” you murmur, already dozing off. “You were so good for noona, you know, made her come so hard… Did it feel good for you too?”

But Jungkook is still at a loss of words, too busy nuzzling your neck and peppering soft, adoring kisses down your skin. His hands rest on your waist as he heavily lets out puffs of air, torn between catching his breath and kissing you all over. A groan escapes his throat, and you chuckle softly, stroking his soft, damp hair.

What a fucking shame the weekend is over already. You’ve spent the last two days groping him, kissing him, fucking him at the slightest chance. It’s got to a point where the flat smells like sex.

“What time is it?” you murmur, rolling onto yourself to koala-hug him from behind.

“It’s, um— quarter to seven.” You can’t help whining at his answer, and Jungkook giggles and melts when he feels you nuzzling his neck. Shit, you’re not making this any easier. “I still have to take a shower and have breakfast…”

You don’t make a reply just yet; instead, you let your nails rake through his hair, tickling the point of his ears so that you can hear his sweet giggles. It makes you smile immediately, and you move your hands to stroke his cheek with your thumb, relishing in how soft his skin is, how warm it feels, how much you love that he’s yours to smooch and pamper and, well, love, maybe.

You move up to let a trail of pecks down his face and neck. “What if you just don’t go and stay home with me instead?”

But Jungkook just laughs at your words, thinking you’re joking. So, to make your intentions clear, your lips leave harsher kisses on his skin, hoping to see it turn red. He merely purrs at the contact, not quite convinced:

“Noona~ I have to be res—” In a second, though, you’ve got on top of him, straddling his lap and grabbing his wrists. Jungkook lets out a shaky breath when he feels them pinned against the pillow, and it turns into a moan when your hips begin to move back and forth, folds rubbing against his bare cock. “Noona, p-please! Fuck, I’m still, ugh, sensitive—”

Jungkook goes cross-eyed for a second as the painful but delicious sensitivity engorges the coiling tension growing in his stomach. His tummy twitches, his fingers grip yours like hooks.

With an evil grin, you let go of them and move to his nipples; they’re standing erect and sensitive as well, and he pretty much wheezes when you take them between your fingers, pinching, twisting, stroking.

With his arms still above his head, Jungkook fights off the urge to just thrust up into you. His skin feels like it’s boiling, his entire body is trembling, his thighs shiver, he’s about to burst out. Your fingers torturing his nipples send endless jolts of masochistic excitement and pleasure down his spine.

“Noona! Fuck, fuck, f-fuck,” he lets out. You brush your thumb against his bottom lip so he’ll let go of it – before he really hurts himself. “Shit!” Jungkook groans, teeth gritting, body tense. “Fuck me up, noona, f-fuck me—”

You let out a breathy chuckle and stroke up and down his thighs. You can’t believe this sweet, amazing man life has thrown your way. “Don’t worry, bunny, noona will fuck you up so good. Now spread your legs for me.” He does as your raspy, lust-filled voice says, pushing his knees farther towards his chest with his hands’ assistance. “That’s it, good boy.”

God, he’s such a treat. You’ve discovered many things about him and his body these past few days, and most of them have been great news.

You start rolling your hips down, folds brushing against his length. Grinding back and forth, your grip tightens around his legs as you shift on his lap in an attempt to fully sit on him.

“S-shouldn’t I grab a condom?” he asks, breathless already.

But you shake your head. “Uh-huh, you’ll finish like this, like the first time I ever made you come.”

The memories come back to Jungkook mixed with the heat of the moment, a jolt of electricity travels down his spine. His cock throbs when the engorged, sensitive tip bumps into your clit, making the both of you mewl in pleasure.

His hips start to buckle, and you get the hint that he’s close. Working thigh muscles, you decide to put him out of his misery, and you roll down your hips again and again, as Jungkook’s back arches off the bed and his grip, ever so tight and desperate, leave the form of his fingers marked in your reddened skin. Has there ever been a voice so sweet, a pair of eyes so endearing, a person so lovely? You don’t know, but the praise coming from your lips seems to be enough to set him off.

Warm, thick cum spills between your folds. It’s weak – weaker than a gush, for sure – but it turns you on so, so much. Jungkook whimpers in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, this time wobbling rather than writhing on the mattress. With one more ‘good boy’ that lights his eyes up, you eventually halt your hips, breathing heavily.

“You did so well,” you say softly, stroking his cheeks. “But I better go clean up this little mess you made, bunny. And pee.”

“Peeing is important.”

You let out a warm chuckle and get off him before you head to the bathroom. Jungkook’s eyes linger on your figure until you’re out of his vision range, and he turns over on his shoulder to catch his breath and process that none of this is a dream.

Then, he gets up to make something for breakfast.

By the time you’re back from the bathroom, there’s a plastic tray with two coffee mugs and a plate with toasted bread and jam. It smells delicious, and God, are you starving.

Jungkook is looking for something in the closet as you lie back on the bed, checking for itchy crumbs.

“Can you give me a ride?” you ask, observing him from your comfortable spot on the bed and munching one of the toasts. “That is, if you can spare ten minutes for me to get ready.”

Actually, you have a bunch of classes today.

He takes out his phone and checks the time. “Okay, I think I can wait ten minutes.”

You jump off the bed and rush to gulp down your coffee, brush your teeth, put on some makeup, and grab something to wear. By the time you’re done, Jungkook is already waiting at the door, one arm crossed and the other one held out to scroll down his phone.

“I’m ready,” you say, walking up to him.

After making sure you’ve put everything you need in your backpack, the two of you head out to get the car.

“Wow, the weather’s so nice,” you blurt out as you get in the car. Jungkook does the same and closes the door. “We could spend some time out today or something. I think Ari and Jimin said they were going on a casual date…” At your words, he smiles and glances at you. “Maybe we could do the same? Not necessarily a date, but we could hang out.”

“A date would be nice,” he replies, still smiling.

Your first date. It makes you feel silly, in a way, to get so jittery and excited about going on a date. In fact, Jungkook makes you jittery and excited in many ways.

“I could drop by after practice, and then we could head off from there.”

“Sure.”

This wouldn’t be the first time you go to pick him up from training, but somehow, it feels different. Perhaps it’s the fact that you finally don’t feel like you have to hide your feelings – for him, for each other. Yes, you still have a pending conversation with Ari and Jimin, and fairly, with Taehyung too, but you want to enjoy these remaining days of pure joy with Jungkook in peace, not worrying about a confrontation that, honestly, is long overdue.

Especially because, in a way, they were right. As much as it annoys you to the core, they were right in thinking that Jungkook and you were evenly matched, made for each other, as Ari would put it. They just didn’t have the right to literally bet on it.

“Noona?” His voice, a bit concerned, snaps you out of your thoughts. “You look… pensive.”

“Pensive?” you repeat with a chuckle.

“Thoughtful? Contemplative? Musing?” he insists with a grin, and you can’t help laughing harder. The mere sound makes the concern in his eyes vanish.

“I’m just wondering if we should tell them about the bet,” you say. “That we know about it, I mean. As jerk-ish as it was on their part, it still feels weird to pretend we never found out.”

“And rat Tae out?”

You roll your eyes and look through the car window. “He rather did that to himself.”

Jungkook shrugs, half-heartedly agreeing with you without a word. You go back to staring out through the glass, the small town slowly shrinking into the distance as you get closer to the university.

Then you roll your head back towards him.

With his face turned straight forward to focus on the road, his profile finally shines; Jungkook’s nose is big, but somehow it fits him. His doe eyes are dark, so deep and full of wonder. Then there’s his neck, his little ears, his still damp hair hanging over his eyebrows. His tattooed fingers grabbing the wheel, his pretty puckered lips showing how hard he’s focusing. If there was music playing, you could see his neck bob up and down as he sings along, and you’re missing the sight already.

“You look handsome today.”

Jungkook’s cheeks turn a faint red, and he shows you one of his timid bunny smiles, half-crescent moons forming under his eyes.

At his silence – or just plain lack of knowledge on what to say when your girlfriend of five days and ultimate crush praises you for your looks – your hand moves to his thigh and tenderly squeezes the flesh. Not that it’s exactly tender, given that he’s ripped, but you like to think of him like someone you can squeeze and smooch all day.

So does he.

But you don’t force an answer out of him, as much as you want to. Luckily, you will have a long time to torment him with affection. And Jungkook will have a long time to fucking adore it, as he does now. He’ll just be a bit less shy by then.

“How is the club going, bunny?” you ask him to drop the subject.

“D-don’t call me that in public, please.”

You blink, but you end up nodding softly anyways. “Uh, sure. May I know the reason?”

“Because after this weekend I… might have developed some kind of Pavlovian response to it,” he mutters, blushing again, “and I’m sure I’ll just pop a boner every time I hear the word.”

“Aw,” you coo, tilting your head. You move to stroke his hair, and Jungkook lets out a sigh, “but you love it, don’t you, bunny? My pretty, cute, naughty bunny—”

“Please,” Jungkook groans, “you really don’t want me to get hard while driving.”

“Oh, I can already see the headlines: ‘death by boner: college student crashes his car after girlfriend teases him and calls him bunny. Why didn’t she just give him head?’ Sounds like one hell of a— Jungkook?” You look at him, and this time he looks beet-red, eyes glancing to your side as he struggles to keep his focus ahead on the road; your lips are all he can think about now.

Parted around his cock, playing with his piercing, spitting on him, kissing his tip. You’ve put on gloss before heading out, the one with a very faint red tint in it. They look slick and swollen. ‘Shit, shit, focus’.

‘I wanna suck your cock right now, bunny, so they can all see it belongs to me.’

Jungkook should have run out of cum and hormones after such a weekend, but apparently, he hasn’t. If anything, they’ve got even worse; he finds himself thinking about new things you could try out, new situations you could tease him into. Now he’ll have to get rid of his growing erection before you pull in, and ‘getting head’ is totally out of the question if he doesn’t want to embarrass himself coming even faster than usual – and, uh, getting in a car crash or something, I guess.

Cautiously, your hand flies from his thigh to land on his shoulder, and you flash a comforting smile at him. It makes him let out a deep sigh.

‘Comforting’, his ass. Jungkook has learned to see through your wicked sweetness already.

“Hit me up once you’re out, my lecture is shorter than yours,” you say with a smile.

After a dozen pecks and a bunch of long, wetter kisses, you manage to peel yourself off Jungkook and say goodbye. He joins a group of friends from that class, waving at you with a silly smile.

“Ah, so cute— ouch!”

You don’t need to check the foot you just tramped on with your shoe to know it’s Taehyung. Instead, you turn around and cross your arms as you scroll down your phone, waiting until he’s done whimpering about his oh-so expensive – and ugly – Gucci slippers to talk.

“There was absolutely no need to step on my slipper like that, Jesus Christ,” he groans. “Where’s that ‘I-just-spent-the-weekend-fucking’ mood you had a second ago—? Okay, I get it! No more insufferable comments,” Taehyung blurts out when you pretend to raise your foot again. “I see things are going great with Kookie. Thanks to me, heh.”

You roll your eyes despite the smile on your face. “You’re such a smart-ass.”

Ari is waiting for you in the hall when you circle the corner, arms crossed and eyes glued to the floor.

The idea of confessing the truth invades your thoughts as the two of you walk up to her. Maybe later in the afternoon, during that date you’re making double, given that Jimin is going to be there too. And finally, you’ll get rid of this heavy burden in your conscience – and maybe you’ll get to get your genuine friendships back.

“Are you hungry?” you ask them.

Ari finally looks up from the floor. “Yeah, kinda. Let’s go grab something to eat before Mr Kang locks us up in his dungeon.”

As the three of you walk down the hall towards the cafeteria, you nudge her and question her with wiggling eyebrows. But Ari shakes her head in silence, and there’s really nothing else you can do except illegally kidnapping her and forcing the information out of her.

After a meek greeting – which only raises your alarms about Ari’s sudden sulky mood – you head to the cafeteria. The place is positively packed, with no empty tables in sight, so you decide to wait it out in the line with hopes of finding some room afterwards. For the time being, Taehyung has been sent to watch and hover over the first table that gets abandoned.

“Is everything all right?”

Ari looks up from the displayed food. “Uh? Hm, yeah, why do you ask?”

“You look… pensive,” you say with a shrug, chuckling at the word. “You didn’t fight with Jimin or anything, did you?”

“Oh, it’s not that. I just happen to have a lot on my mind lately. But, at the end of the day, I had it coming, so… You look happy with Jungkook; I guess you had fun this weekend.”

You’re pretty sure you’ve blushed at her words, but you don’t feel embarrassed about it. If anything, it’s cool that the effect Jungkook has on you is so visible, even if it’s a bit scary. Ari smiles softly at you, a shadow of sadness tinting the grimace.

“I’m picking Jungkook up from practice later, wanna go together?” you ask her then, trying to change the subject.

“Sure, I’m meeting Jimin there anyways.”

The flock of young men walk down the steps towards the lockers, chatting and talking about their weekend. It always smells like dampness and chlorine, Jungkook notes, but this time it also smells like sweat. Yummy. One of the perks of morning training is that the natatorium is clean.

“Good afternoon, sir,” the students greet the coach.

Coach Bae mindlessly greets them back, eyes glued to a notebook as he speaks with Namjoon about the exercises.

“Namjoon-hyung?” Jungkook stops next to him, and Jimin and Taehyung stop too, wondering what’s wrong. “You’re not getting changed?”

“I’ll be monitoring the session with Mr Bae today,” he replies.

Jimin nods softly, spotting Hoseok in the distance too. “Uh, okay. We’ll be on our way, then.”

Silence takes over them as they head towards the changing rooms, being the last ones left to get changed. But the ruckus is too loud, the young men too excited, for some reason. It feels like there’s something going on when he starts getting changed, judging by their chuckles and glances, that Jungkook has yet to catch up with – why are they looking at him like that?

“What?” he ends up asking, sneering at Taehyung. “Why are you all looking at me?”

One of them snorts. “Wild night, huh?”

Jungkook frowns, too puzzled to make anything of it until his friend points at his back. Like an idiot, he tries to turn around and check it, but it’s impossible, so he ends up walking up to one of the toilet mirrors.

Fuck.

His face gets red so fast that it wouldn’t be weird if he got dizzy. Meanwhile, his friends burst out in laughter.

Jungkook’s back is covered in bruises and marks, some left by your teeth, most probably, while others totally look like your nails’ doing. It wouldn’t surprise him if he could point out what exactly you were doing to leave each of them there. Like, those kisses of yours down his spine that would end in bites just to hear him whimper, or the way you’d sink your nails on the sides of his torso, riding him with the dirtiest words ever spilling from your lips.

These are the representation of how much you want and adore him, so Jungkook will cherish them, tooth and nail.

“D-don’t look at my back then!” he blurts out.

“Not just your back, dude,” Taehyung teases him with a snort, “look at your neck.”

Jimin ends up helping him put on some waterproof foundation so that they can avoid getting reprimanded by their coach. Honestly, he did nothing illegal – even if it should be a crime against decency to spend a weekend like that – but still, Mr Bae can be a bit of a pain in the ass sometimes.

“I mean it, I’m really happy things are going well with Y/N,” he says. “Okay, so— I think you’re good to go. I personally love to show them off, but you do you.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s embarrassing— in a good way.”

While the others start going up to the natatorium, Jungkook is left alone to finish covering the marks on his chest.

Once he’s done and more or less happy with the result, he grabs his towel and other swimming stuff and goes upstairs to join his teammates. There’s chaos in the natatorium, though – a crowd circled around Coach Bae, Namjoon, and some dark-haired stranger. Jungkook doesn’t recognise him since he’s got his back turned his way, but still, he doubts he’s ever met anyone with a laugh like that.

Jungkook walks up to his friends. “Who’s that and why is everyone in a frenzy?”

“You mean the guy talking to Namjoon-hyung?” Jimin retorts, pointing at them with his head. “That’s Seokjin-hyung, your epigone,” he says with a laugh.

“Don’t tease him,” Hoseok says, nudging him, and turns to Jungkook. “Jin-hyung graduated before you arrived, so you never got to meet him. You’ll see that he’s very nice— but I wonder what he’s doing in town… I thought he was still in med school.”

“So, that’s noona’s ex?” he murmurs.

They nod as if it wasn’t a big deal, and perhaps it really is not – perhaps Jungkook is just worrying about something as simple as an alumnus coming back to his alma mater.

“Oh, he’s coming this way,” Taehyung says, and the crowd disperses at Mr Bae’s roars. “Let’s introduce you to each other, Jungkookie. He probably wants to meet you too.” Before he can say anything else, they drag him towards the guy who is supposed to be his epigone, meeting in the middle. “Hyung, it’s been a long time! This is Jungkookie, Y/N’s boyfriend—”

“And a member of the team,” Namjoon adds with a sigh.

Seokjin stares at him for a second before holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Jungkook-ssi. I’m Kim Seokjin, former” – former boyfriend of Y/N-noona, you moron – “captain of the team.”

Ah.

“Nice to meet you…”

“Are you going to stay to watch us, hyung?” The group starts heading towards the bleachers, where everyone is already leaving their stuff. “I’m in charge of watching over training today,” Namjoon says. It’s weird to see him as someone’s junior.

Jungkook walks behind them, staring in silence as his friends chat with excitement and ask him about stuff.

“I have to take care of something and finish off some paperwork at the department office before it closes, but, uh, I guess I could stay for a bit, yeah.”

Just as Seokjin takes a seat next to the captain at the wobbly plastic desk, Coach Bae’s whistle echoes across the natatorium, and everyone lines up. Namjoon starts giving instructions and explaining how they’ll get on with the session, the exercises they will be doing, and some other stuff Jungkook doesn’t hear – he just can’t stop staring at him.

As the old man would point out later, practice manages to carry on decently. Mr Bae understands that Seokjin’s arrival is great news for most seniors and a pinch of curious agitation from the freshmen; he was a student once, after all. Even Namjoon, who tries to be the voice of reason from time to time, couldn’t hide the joy that seeing his senior made him feel today. Only Jeon Jungkook didn’t seem exactly happy nor excited about it, which also was kind of understandable.

Jungkook is getting out of the water and on his way to grab his towel when Kim Seokjin gets up to leave.

“I’ll see you around, guys. Hit me up if you wanna hang out,” he says and looks at him. “Pleasure to meet you, Jeon Jungkook. I hope we’ll get to see more of each other from now on.”

He can’t help scowling. “Yeah.”

The little break comes long after the former captain is gone. His friends gather to drink water and rest, whining about this and that, and Jungkook sits with them, again, in sulky silence. Jimin glances at him.

“Everything all right?”

“Yeah.”

His friend finally looks away. “I was so surprised when I saw Jin-hyung!” he tells Tae. “I had no idea he’d be coming here.”

“I think no one knew,” Hobi murmurs and gulps what’s left of his water.

Their current captain walks up to them and hands out more towels and bottles before sitting with them.

“Did you know, hyung?”

“Did I know what?” Namjoon asks mindlessly as he puts the things back on one of the benches. “About Jin-hyung dropping by?” They nod. “Uh, he did tell me he was coming back to town, but I didn’t know he’d come to see us. It was nice of him— Jungkookie? Is everything okay? Are you hurt?”

“N-no, I’m all right, hyung,” Jungkook blurts out.

Namjoon and Jimin share a knowing look, but neither of them says anything; it’s bad enough that meeting Seokjin got him this worked up, there’s no need to overwhelm him by asking about it.

“With this, I hope I don’t have to fail any more reports because of misspelling again. You’re all seniors, for God’s sake— well, most of you are.”

You turn to Ari, who’s got her face pressed against her desk, trying to hold back her laugh. It’s easy to stop who Professor Im is referring to, judging by which students are giggling and which are on the verge of tears. Fortunately, you’re chuckling too.

Once the class is dismissed, the both of you collect your stuff.

The hall welcomes you, as busy and smelly as always. Ari hooks her arm with yours as you walk down the corridor, listening to you ramble about what you wrote for your report.

Ari looks sad today, and she hasn’t cheered up since you first saw her this morning. You’ve begun to suspect it’s because of the bet, that it’s started to weigh on her, but honestly— is there anything you can do there? Maybe you could spare her this time and confess. She just looks so gloomy, it’s almost creepy. You better come up with something to cheer her up, it feels unnatural not to have her pestering you on a daily basis.

“So, you told me you were going on a date with Jimin this evening?” you murmur, and she nods. “Wanna make it double? Jungkook and I were looking for something to do today too— sheesh, I get it, that’s a yes!” you scream when Ari pounces on you for a hug, kissing your cheek. “Let’s talk it out with them when we get there, all right?”

“Yay! Sure!”

Her mood surely changes easily

“What did you have planned for yours?” you ask her, already walking out into the quad.

“Hm…” Ari shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess dinner, cuddling with a movie, and dirty sex on the couch; something casual.”

Something giddy nests in the pit of your stomach; you might as well have one of those with Jungkook now. Since you’re going out, that is. Together. Surely, you’ll need to address it with him seriously at some point, but for now, Jeon Jungkook is your boyfriend with no need for meddling lies.

From now on, he’s yours to kiss, to smooch, to spoil, to go out with, to fuck, to adore. Publicly, out and about. The warmth inside of you only grows at the thought. And it’s weird – you don’t remember ever wanting something like this so desperately.

You snort. “Super casual, I get it. I’m not sure I want the double date thing applied to the dirty couch sex too, but we could go out to dinner, the four of us. There’s this restaurant—”

“Your loss.”

“As I was saying,” you continue without paying attention to her antics, “there’s this nice restaurant near your flat. It’s cheap – cheaper than the fraudulent places you two go, anyways. Then a movie, and then we split for the dirty sex on the couch. Although I’m more of a bed kinda gal, but—”

“Ms Min!”

You turn around to see Professor Choi practically run towards you. There’s a pile of sheets nested against his chest and secured between his arms, and he hands out one of them when he reaches you.

“G-good afternoon, sir,” Ari murmurs.

“Glad to find you here.” You rather hunted us down, you think. “Here, please take a look at this: all the departments want to plan a graduation party for our seniors, and we need as many helping hands as possible. So, since you so diligently helped with the car wash, I was wondering if you could be part of the preparations committee on behalf of the Communications department.”

Ari nudges you with a grin. “I’m sure she’ll be delighted, sir.”

“I, uh… I don’t think I have the time, Professor,” you mumble as you give him back the pamphlet, “sorry.”

“Although it would look wonderful on your record.”

With a fast move, you take back the paper and finally deign to read it; it’s just holding an intimate get-together for the soon to be graduate seniors, so that they can meet up with former professors and classmates.

“What I need from you, Ms Min,” the man suddenly says, “is your help to convince them to make an actual party. No person in their twenty-somethings will want to come to a, uh” – you let him check the pamphlet again – “intimate get-together with the university staff to get nagged about what on earth they’re supposed to do after they graduate.”

“Have you tried to recruit someone else, sir, or would it be just me?” you finally dare to ask.

“Oh, yes, some students here and there, and a bunch of alumni. And don’t think I’m asking only you,” Mr Choi says, and his eyes are glued to Ari. “I’m requesting the help of your friends and boyfriend, too. And, if you can manage, the swim team. That’d be great.”

“I-I’ll try…”

“Wonderful! You have my gratitude, Ms Min.”

And with that, the man turns around to leave, taking all of the pamphlets with him. Your fingers are still clutched around nothing.

“Sometimes I get this hunch that Mr Choi is actually a kind man,” you murmur, watching your professor disappear into the crowd as he hands out the sheets. “Do you think he gets paid for all this extracurricular stuff?”

“He’s in academia, he probably doesn’t even get paid properly for doing his actual job.”

You shrug, finding no reason to contradict her; she’s most likely right. The sports pavilion is already in sight.

“Hello, hello!” Ari chirps as the two of you walk down the stairs.

Namjoon and Coach Bae turn around to hush you, and you flinch, taken aback. Then you notice that all the team members are sitting down on the floor tiles in complete silence, breathing in and out. They look peaceful and quiet, and you smile when you spot Jungkook – until you don’t feel him peaceful and quiet at all.

“What kind of sectarian exercise are you trying out, captain?” Ari asks in a whisper, approaching their desk.

“It’s called mediation.”

“Oh, I do Pilates! And I’ve got a pink matching outfit, it’s really pretty—” You roll your eyes at her, knowing she’s joking. To some extent, at least. “Why are you making a bunch of hormonal half-naked men in their twenties meditate, though?”

Namjoon groans. “They were a bit… agitated today.”

Far from paying attention to their pointless conversation, you’ve taken a seat on the steps, staring at Jungkook. When he opens his eyes and sees you, he smiles half-heartedly.

When you look away from him, you realise pretty much everyone else is staring at you; some with a knowing grin, others with curiosity, and the rest of them just switch their staring from Jungkook to you and vice versa. You get now why Namjoon wanted them to meditate, jeez.

But the coach whistles, finishing off today’s training. Everyone gets up to collect their towels and go down to change while you wait for Jungkook to come to you, wrapping him in a tight, warm hug and a kiss despite the fact that he’s still pretty much wet and reeking of chlorine. But you don’t mind, you want to talk to him first.

“Hi there.”

He nods. “Hello, noona.”

“Why the gloomy face?” you ask softly, stroking his cheek. “Did something bad happen today?”

Jungkook’s eyes examine you; they’re looking for a hint, any sign that you’re lying, that you’re pretending there’s nothing wrong with him, with your relationship. However, all he can see when he looks at you is the warmth behind your pupils and maybe some concern.

Yeah, he’s totally overthinking this time.

So, Jungkook shakes his head. “Not really, I was just… pensive,” he says with a bunny grin.

Then you realise everyone, apart from Coach Bae and Namjoon, has already left the natatorium, and they are collecting their stuff to leave too. A second later, the two of you are the only people left in the venue.

“That was quick.”

“Yeah… Uh, noona?” You look at him and tilt your head, listening. “About our date today— is t-there anything in particular you, hm, want to do?”

“I was talking to Ari earlier; we could go out to dinner with them and then do something on our own,” you say.

He nods. “Sounds good— be careful,” you hear him say then.

Jungkook is referring to the fact that you’re standing pretty much next to the swimming pool. The water looks calm, reflecting the amber sunbeams coming through the windows. It really does for a pretty picture, and Jungkook looks even more handsome than usual under this new light, with his dark eyes drowned in golden.

With a mischievous grin, you grab his arms and pretend to push him into the water, giggling. Of course, you can’t, he’s too strong.

“You haven’t kissed me yet… and you’re trying to get rid of me?” he says softly. Your stomach somersaults at his words – God, he’s too precious. “That’s mean, noona.”

Before you do anything else, you cup his cheeks and lean in for a deep kiss. You hear Jungkook muffle a mewl against your lips, finally hugging you to deepen the contact. His skin feels hot pressed against clothes.

“But— I like it when you’re mean,” he groans.

Something grips the pit of your stomach when Jungkook says that. It’s hot and overwhelming, like a shadow of fire taking over your limbs, and you tug at his hair before sucking on his tongue, teeth leaving marks on his lip. Fuck, he’s got some talent to turn you on, that’s for sure. And judging by the way Jungkook has started to tremble in your embrace, you could say he feels the same about you, gasping for air and still never trying to pull away to breathe.

You leave a reddening mark under his earlobe. “Shit, bunny, you don’t know the things— fuck!”

“Noona!”

Your foot meets some unfortunately placed pool of water, and you slip, falling back. Jungkook is dumb enough to try and catch you, and the two of you slump into the water with a big splash. His hand is quick to grab you, and soon you’re brought up back to the surface.

“Are you—?” But you start laughing, holding onto him and resting your forehead on his shoulder. “Noona, are you okay?”

“Yeah, Kook, I’m fine. Just a bit drenched,” you chirp.

“I-I told you to be careful.”

You frown, tilting your head. “Relax! Did nothing really happen today? You’re usually not this sulky,” you murmur, and you pepper a trail of pecks from his forehead down to his lips. “You can tell me when you feel ready.”

You hear a soft ‘thank you’ and feel how Jungkook pushes you up until you can hold onto the edge of the pool and prop yourself up. Then you help him get out of the water, and you realise with a pitiful groan that you’re literally drenched, head to toe, with nothing to change into.

“Here” – Jungkook comes back with his towel – “you can use this.”

“Thanks…”

He’s still wearing his swimming jammers, so it’s nothing that won’t dry off in a couple of minutes.

“Wow, it’s pretty late already,” you murmur, rubbing the towel on your hair. “Is everybody gone? It can’t be later than eight. Didn’t they wait for us?”

“Technically, no one is allowed to stay in the natatorium out of practice hours without Coach Bae’s permission,” he says. Jungkook decided to sit out while you finished drying yourself, scrolling down his phone. “We should get going too before the clerk sees us – I’ve had enough scolding from the coach already.”

Jungkook misses your smirk. If he had seen it, he would’ve realised you have something in your mind.

“Is your jacket dry?” He nods, looking up. “Can you pass it to me, bunny?”

As he nods again and tosses it to you, his eyes widen when you get rid of your wet shirt, leaving you in nothing but your bra. Which doesn’t stay on for long either. In a panic, Jungkook rushes to cover you with his sports jacket, a furious blush taking over his cheeks.

“N-noona!” he squeaks as you put it on, and he zips it up. “Are you crazy? What if someone comes in? You’re— you’re naked!” you hear him whisper then.

“Didn’t you say no one is allowed in here after practice?”

“Y-yeah, but—”

“Besides,” you mewl, pulling down the zip again. His eyes gawk at the beginning of your breasts, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, right, bunny? Nothing you haven’t tasted before either.”

Jungkook was worked up already since the ride to school, it really is not necessary at all that you tease him here too. Now his mouth feels empty, he just wants to suck on your tits, maybe finger you while you praise him for being such a good boy. Or you could get a bit mean and tease him for being such a greedy bunny, unable to keep his mouth off your nipples. Then he’d make you come so hard, ‘mommy’s going to treat you so, so well’.

Fuck, what is he even thinking about?

You chuckle. “You’re so easy to tease, bunny, how can I not—”

“Is anyone there?”

The two of you freeze on the spot. With the sunset gone, there’s barely any light coming through the windows, and the light of a torch flashes through from the staircase. So, you rush to grab Jungkook’s bag and drag him under the bleachers before the clerk sees you.

As he grabs the metal bars for support, you squat down, trying to hold your laughter. Your heart is beating so fast with the excitement – and the way he’s trying to hide a smile is too endearing.

When the clerk is gone, not having found anything weird besides some noise, you see Jungkook sit on one of the metal bars that hold the bleachers. He’s still wearing nothing besides his swimming jammers, chest bare and lean. The wet fabric is glued to him like a second skin, and you suddenly get the urge to kiss him.

“You should change before you catch a cold,” he murmurs, rummaging through his sports bag. “I have my spare clothes downstairs, but—”

“I’m all right,” you say and put your hands on his thighs.

Jungkook parts them instinctively, eyes darkened with a growing sense of desire. It’s a natural reaction every time you touch him, always so skilful and wise about what makes him shiver and burst.

Smirking, you splay your hands across his chest. “Actually, I’m more than all right…”

“N-noona—”

You lean into him for a kiss. Jungkook replies with a soft whimper when you cup his cheeks and suck his bottom lip into your mouth, melting immediately. Then he mumbles you don’t quite make out, following the movements of your tongue as they roll over each other, and you pull back just enough to ghost over his neck with your lips.

Actually, it was long ago that Jungkook realised you could do anything with him. He’s pretty much head over heels for you, in the best way possible.

He snaps out of his thoughts when you prop yourself to sit on his thighs, or rather on his lap, right on top of his half-hard cock. With your skirt hiked up, there’s just the polyester and your panties to separate you, and he still feels your heat.

Swinging your hips, you can’t help but chase the feeling of his cock pressing against your core.

“S-shit, bunny,” you groan, “I can feel the piercing, the fucking piercing—”

Jungkook tries to chuckle at your words, but it just breaks into a whimper that is perhaps a bit too loud. The friction of your clit against his clothed head is too much, too hot, too painful, so damn good. You can feel the piercing, yeah, but he can feel your wet heat as you soak the fabric of your underwear.

His hands cup your ass to help you keep balance as you rub against him. They’re shaking, though, Jungkook is getting a bit too agitated.

“I wanna fuck you,” you grunt and bite down on his earlobe, making him yelp, “right now.”

Your lips travel south, to his jawline and Adam’s apple. The pressure on his cock makes him shiver beneath you, and he needs to hold onto the metal columns. Pleasure builds up in the pit of his stomach.

“N-not raw,” Jungkook whimpers as his other hand digs into your ass.

“But still, I can’t have my baby bunny coming in his jammers, can I?” you mutter, sucking the skin of his neck into your mouth.

Jungkook manages to peel his eyes open. “H-here?”

You then get off his lap, supporting yourself on the column, and hook the waistband of his swimwear with your fingers, eyes not leaving his face and a smirk on your face. Suddenly you’re kneeled down between his legs while his cock springs up against his tummy, and— your mouth is dangerously close to it.

“Unless you don’t want to.”

Oh, shit. Does he want to? Hell, does he want to feel your pretty lips and your hot tongue against his cock? He’d kill to be swallowed by your mouth so that you can do whatever you want with him; suck him, kiss him, spit on him, fucking bite, edge him, make him come again and again.

You can do to his cock practically every perverted thing that crosses your mind, he’ll look forward to it.

“My, my, what are you thinking about? Naughty bunny,” you mewl, hand cupping his erection. “You’re twitching so much, I bet you’re leaking already.”

“Please, noona, it— it hurts,” Jungkook suddenly cries out as he bites his bottom lip.

You reach to peck his lips just to kiss your way down to his navel again. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Maybe it’s the mix of your tender words with the fact that you’ve got his hardened length in your hand, ready to make him burst into a moaning, leaking mess. Maybe it’s the fact that Jungkook has indeed developed a Pavlovian response not only to your touch but to you in general, drooling and getting hard at your mere presence.

You play with the precum on his tip, now completely hard.

Oh, you love Jungkook’s cock; it’s perfect, like you said once. Perfect length, perfect girth, so sensitive and pretty, with that peachy blush. He trims the area to the perfect extent, and he leaks so much – like he’s doing now. The pretty cockhead is glistening with precum.

Making eye contact with his trembling pupils, you part your lips and suck the tip into your mouth, dipping your tongue into his slit.

“S-shit—”

His thighs twitch as you swirl the wet muscle.

Fuck. Your mouth is so hot around him, it licks and sucks every single inch of his cock. Jungkook has never felt so… surrounded, ever. You’re taking him in with a sense of excitement and a pinch of hunger, like you want the tip pressed against the back of your throat. As a trickle of saliva rolls down your chin, you swallow more of his throbbing cock, and Jungkook has to stifle a whimper, the metal bar held tight between his fingers.

“Noona—” His voice feels like candy in the dark. “O-oh fuck! Yes, ngh, please!” It starts to sound more like a sob, the pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach. “Just don’t— d-don’t stop—”

You moan around his cock as if promising you won’t – how could you when he’s giving you such delicious reactions?

His tip hits the back of your throat when you bob down your head, nose pressed against his pubic bone. It burns a bit, but the way his eyes open, like he just saw a piece of heaven, is too great to miss the chance.

“Fuck— fucking Christ—!” Jungkook groans.

You pull off his cock and start licking it, up and down, flicking your tongue on his sensitive tip and he shivers non-stop. Your eyes never leave his.

“Is it good, bunny?” He manages to nod. “Better than my pussy?”

“I— ah, fuck—” Jungkook starts whining instead of answering you. “I-I don’t know. Fuck, fuck! I-I love mommy’s mouth— so much!”

Again, you don’t know if he’s doing it on purpose or if you’re just giving him such a good head that he doesn’t even process what he’s saying. But your core throbs, empty and missing something to be filled with, and you swallow him down, throat contracting around him as he starts whimpering pathetically.

“S-slow down, mommy, please,” he begs you.

There isn’t a single thought behind those pretty doe eyes of his, only pleasure.

“Hm?” you hum around his cock before pulling away again just so you can start pumping his cock and lapping at his tip. “Yeah? I thought you loved mommy’s mouth, bunny.”

“Please, please, slow— gonna cum!”

Jesus Christ, if anyone comes down and hears you – neither of you would ever hear the end of it.

“Bunny” – with a quick swift, you pull down the jacket zip, revealing the sight of your tits to him, and his cock twitches between your fingers – “don’t you wanna come in my mouth?”

Jungkook lets out a broken sob, cheeks wet with tears. “I-I don’t know, I don’t—” he hiccups. “Don’t know!”

“What a dumb bunny.”

The sound of your laugh goes straight down his spine, engorging the tension in his lower back. He’s teetering on the edge of the best orgasm of his entire fucking life, and it’s all because of how fucking dirty you make it all sound, of how hot and wet your mouth feels around his pathetic little cock, of how hungry you are for his release to the point of forcing an orgasm out of him.

“Dumb bunny and his good-for-nothing cock,” you hiss, sinking your teeth in his inner thigh while your hands pump him. “Only good for filling me up with cum again and again.”

“Fuck, fuck, slow, mommy!” he cries, almost going crossed-eyed. “Please, stop, please, p-please!”

Eyes glued to him, you slow down and wait for the word, but it never comes.

So, you stuff your mouth with his cock again, nose pressed against the pubic hair. Your throat contracts around him as you try to breathe in through your nose and play with his balls, and Jungkook lets out another cry.

“We’ll get caught if you don’t tone it done, bunny.” Your voice sounds hoarse.

“Oh fuck! F-fuck! Coming, mommy, p-please, please, please—” he chants in a broken sob. With tears running down his cheeks and his pretty lips puckered in a pout, you use your free hand to fondle your right tit. It makes you sigh. “Gonna come! Bunny’s gonna come, d-dumb bunny—!”

Fucking shit, fucking dumb bunny and his dumb, thick cock that you want to ride until it breaks. It’s throbbing in your grip, leaking precum as it mixes with your saliva, so wet and pretty.

Jungkook lets out one last moan, eyes rolled back, and his hand smashed against his mouth to muffle his embarrassingly loud noise. Not that he can keep it up for long since he’s bucking his hips into your mouth, shoving the tip between your lips while you abuse it, so red and swollen. You groan as he desperately chases his climax, and a second later Jungkook is spilling himself down your throat.

You swallow some of it but pull away almost instantly. His cock keeps spurting out cum, and it spills between your breasts, covering your pebbled skin with his release. The sight positively milks even more cum from his orgasm.

Sticky fingers pumping him to help him ride out his climax, you can’t help smiling – your poor baby Koo is totally fucked out.

Jungkook seems to fall backwards for a second, but you’re quick to get up and catch him. As he hugs you, still silent, you can feel his heartbeat through his chest, and you can only feel fucking proud of him. You pepper a trail of kisses from his forehead down to his neck, want to spoil him rotten with adoration.

His breath hitches. “Y/N…”

“You did so well,” you murmur, raking your nails through his wet hair. “You were so good for— noona.”

You can’t be sure if that was an accident or not. Yes, you played along, but you’ll wait until he points it out to address it. After all, it’s his boundaries you’re talking about.

His eyes are fixed on your face, like he’s musing about something.

In silence, Jungkook suddenly gets off your lap and kneels on the floor, now staring at your chest; then he sticks out his tongue and laps at the remnants of his release, sticky white cum spilt all over your tits and nipples.

He sucks one of them into his mouth with a groan, and you cup the back of his head. By the time he’s done, you’re rubbing your thighs together.

You end up telling him to finger you until you come on his lap, praising him for being so good for you. Jungkook can’t help chanting in his mind his darkest fantasies, those he knows you were just playing along with. Tonight, when you’re back from your date and you have him pinned against whatever surface you’ve picked, he’ll make sure not to slip and burden you with them.

But it feels weird, tiring and stiff. He’s content, but he feels cold, and you’re holding him as careful and lovingly as you always do, but he feels empty. There’s a knot down his throat that threatens to make him cry, and he grips the lapels of his jacket that you’re wearing.

It’s like you’re not really here and nothing can console him right now.

“Here, drink some water,” you whisper softly, handing him his bottle. When Jungkook takes it, you grab a towel and cover him. “It’s okay, this is completely normal. Just breathe.”

“Thank you,” he groans.

Jungkook is pretty sure he looks pathetic right now – or would if there was anyone here who could see him; sitting on your lap with his face buried in your chest like he’s a mama’s baby, letting you cover him with a towel, fighting the way his lip quivers as it tries to break through the tears.

While he rests on top of you, ignoring the fact that you’re still under the bleachers and out of practice hours, you put on your still-a-bit-wet shirt. Jungkook raises his arms so that you can slide them into the sleeves of his jacket.

Slowly, he comes back to reality. He still feels a bit anxious and fatigued, but it’s not half as bad.

Your soft smiles and sweet kisses make it better, too.

Suddenly, you hear some noise coming from far away, and you beckon Jungkook to stay quiet so that you can recognise who just walked into the otherwise empty natatorium.

“I just don’t know how you made it work out.”

You stay quiet, for some reason, after you recognise Taehyung’s voice and Ari and Jimin’s soft chuckles. They could be talking about the bet, and honestly, you really want to hear what they could possibly say.

“I have literally no idea,” Jimin says with a chuckle. “To be honest, I still feel terrible about it, but have you seen them? They look so, so happy now.”

“I still think we should tell them the truth.” It’s Taehyung again. But is he lying to them too? He already knows you found out a long time ago. “They believed me at first, and the fake-dating thing worked, but if we drag this… I don’t know.”

They sit down at the benches, right above you. “That’s all I could think about today,” Ari suddenly says.

Do they know? About the fake-dating ploy? Taehyung must have told them. Still, why didn’t they say a thing? You can’t help but frown, and Jungkook stares at you, equally confused but also terrified of what else you might overhear; after all, he can’t fathom what your reaction could be.

“I believe they deserve to know, whatever consequences that may have,” she continues. “Mainly so that we can apologise.”

“You were the one who came up with it.”

“Yeah, because I knew they just needed an excuse to get closer and know each other better. I’ve been pinning for them since Jungkookie arrived— but that doesn’t mean we never lied to them. And, for your information, Taehyung, it was your idea to pretend to get caught ‘talking about the bet’. I only proposed asking her to take him in since she needed to share the rent.”

“Yeah, Tae, you make it sound like Ari planned it all,” Jimin suddenly blurts out with a weak chuckle. “That’s unfair. We all have to share the responsibility and tell them.”

Jungkook still hasn’t looked away from you, from your blank face, your unfocused eyes. He knows you’re trying to process their words and try to make the least confusing information out of them, because honestly, he’s struggling to do that too.

“But— the bet was genuine! In the beginning. Then you said as a joke that they’d probably get together just to get the money, and I thought it could work.” It’s not clear whether he’s addressing Ari or Jimin, but does it matter anymore? With a growing heat of embarrassment, you realise they lied. All of them. You were sure you had managed to turn the tables, but you hadn’t – they had fooled you. “And you all agreed. Don’t try to put the blame on me.”

So, that is the truth.

After all, you’re still their little circus monkey. They played with your feelings, with Jungkook’s, and they still have the audacity to go around blaming each other. You surely have gone through painful moments in your life, but you don’t remember your heart hurting more painfully than now. It’s shrunk in your chest, squeezed in betrayal, in shame, in embarrassment.

You get up, but his hand weakly stops you. “Noona—”

“I…” Your mouth moves, even if you don’t utter any other sound for a few seconds. “Sorry.”

And Jungkook watches you walk up the steps to the top of the bleachers, following you a second later. By the time he catches up with you, they’ve already seen you, their eyes wide open and silence taking over.

“Y/N?” Ari blurts out.

Jimin’s breath hitches. “How… long have you been there?”

“Long enough,” he says before rushing towards you. You can’t leave, not yet, not without letting him know everything is going to be all right. “Please, noona, wait!”

“Sorry, Jungkook, I… need some time alone,” you murmur, failing to show him a comforting smile. You stroke his cheek, and you look so sad it all feels like you’re saying goodbye. His heart hurts too, his head feels dizzy. How long is that? Ten minutes, a day, five years?

But, as you turn around to continue walking down the natatorium, eyes never landing on your friends even once, he doesn’t stop you. Jungkook feels frozen on the spot, heartbroken and furious and hurting.

Why, though? Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye?

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The Night That Changed My Life (MAIN PLOT)

➳ 3racha x gn!reader (Separate fics later on) Felix x gn!reader(Platonic) ➳ College AU! ➳ WARNINGS!!- fighting, blood, bruises, I.N getting bullied :(, cursing, everyone’s idiots, Changbin dislikes reader. ➳ WORD COUNT- 1472 words (whoops?) ➳A/N- Hiya! Kai here. Hex and I have an idea of a “Make Your Own Choice” story! At the end of this, you can pick Chan, Han, or Changbin (when we post them, please give us time to post it). The only warning I have for Bang Chan’s separate fic will be spicy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Anyway, enjoy and wait for more fics from us! Feel free to request things as well! Wait, you don’t know what to request? It’s okay! Here is my masterlist, and here’s Hex’s. Feel free to request on this account, or our separate ones! That’s all. Have a lovely day, and enjoy! I walked away from the receptionist, thanking her. The lady was so nice showing me where my room was. Moving into a new college is a lot of stress, so her calming me was so sweet of her. As I was walking to my dorn, someone bumped into me from behind. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” he said, bowing. I shake my head ‘No’ but the words just wouldn’t come out. Finally, he looked up when I was finally able to get words out. “No! You’re fine! I understand. I’m a slow walker with all of this luggage,” I say, laughing a little bit. “Do you need help with anything?” he said, putting his phone in his pocket. “Oh no! I’m fine. I’m almost at my room anyway.” I say, smiling at him. He nods and apologizes again. Before I can answer, he leaves. I sigh and walk to my new room.

I took my key and unlocked the door. As I walked in, I saw a blonde-haired woman who smiled sweetly at me. “Hi! You must be the new roommate? I’m Jeongyeon, nice to meet you.” she said, putting her hand out. I take her hand and say, “Hi, I’m [Y/N]. Nice to meet you, too.” We let go and she continues. “Do you need help unpacking? I can help unpack a few things before I have to leave for class.” she starts grabbing a few stuff from my hands. “Oh no! I don’t want to keep you from class. You don’t have to do anything. I’ll be fine.” I say, shaking my head. She smiles and nods her head. She waves at me and walks out the door. I look down at my suitcase that had a few tiny boxes on top of it and got to work.

As I unpack, I play some music and I plan what I am to do afterward. I settle on taking a small tour around the school. I set the boxes near the trash when finished with them. Now, unzipping my suitcase and putting things in my dresser drawers as I dance along with the music. Putting the last of my clothing away, I turn off the music and head out the door, locking it before making my way around the school. As I enter the west wing hall, I see the boy from earlier getting his shit rocked. Since he was so polite, it only felt right to help. “Hey, what the hell are you doing,” I push him and shout, balling my fists and raising my arms to protect my head, ready to swing. We fight and I, inevitably, lose. Managing to only obtain a black eye, busted lip, and a bloody nose, I make sure the familiar boy is intact. He shows me where the nurse’s office is and I treat both our battle wounds. “Thank you, for this. Would you like to have lunch with my friends and me?” He asks. I agree, as I am new and know no one.

As we walk to the lunchroom, I ask for the boy's name. “Oh! Silly me. I’m Jeongin!” he said, taking his hand out. “I’m [Y/N],” I say, taking his hand and shaking it. We walk into the lunchroom and it’s crowded. Jeongin squeezed my hand, which I was still holding, and he drags me to a table. I see seven other men, who were concerned as soon as they saw us. Well, not for me. “Jeongin, are you okay?” “Jeongin! Oh my god! My baby’s dying!” “Jeongin! Again?” He sighed and looked at me. I shrugged and he looked back at them. “Hey! I’m okay. I didn’t get hurt as much as usual…” he said, which made me sad. Knowing this is a regular thing is heartbreaking. One of the men at the table looks at me and squints his eyes. “Jeongin… who’s that and why are they hurt?” Jeongin looks at me and his eyes lit up. “This is [Y/N]! They helped me with the fight. They didn’t win, but I still owe them for stepping in. So I brought them here with me!” he said, smiling brightly. I wave at them, and they wave back.

They all introduce themselves and we all start to conversate. I immediately became close to Chan and Jisung, but one person caught my eye. He wasn’t conversating with me at all, not even looking at me. I looked over at Chan and whispered, “What’s wrong with him? He’s been ignoring me since I got here.” He looked at him and sighed. “Changbin is skeptical of you. He hasn’t told me why, but just know that it’ll take a while for him to open up,” he said, shrugging. I scoffed and looked back at Changbin. I caught his eye for a split second, as I sat my stuff and self down, and he turns to talk to Felix almost immediately. I giggle to myself and turn back to Jisung.

“So, [Y/N]. What do you major in?” he said, propping his head on his palm. “I’m a psychology major. What about you?” I say, smiling. “I’m an art major! Psychology seems hard. Is it?” “Well, no, not really. When you know what you’re doing,” I wink, “Can I see some of your art sometimes?” I continue, bringing my hands together. He nods his head but then stops. “I… don’t have anything on me.” he awkwardly chuckles. When I was gonna reply, the bell rings. Jisung looks at me apologetically. I sigh but get up. “I’ll be going back to my dorm. My official day is tomorrow, so I’ll see you guys then!” I say, waving at them as I walk away back to my dorm.

I reach my destination and realize I left my key. I quickly walk back down to the lunchroom in hopes of finding my key. I find that my key is not there. I hope that someone from the group picked it up. As the panic sets in, I start to run to my door. I wait for Jeongyeon.

She arrives and lets me in the dorm. She lets me in and asks me what happened. I explain what happened to my face and key. She helps me find the boys to see if they had picked up the key. Felix had picked up it with the intent of giving it back.

I smile at Felix and take the key from him. “Thank you, Felix. I was really worried someone stole it, so glad it was someone I knew who took it!” I say, laughing a little. He chuckles and before he can answer, Changbin yells at him. He looks at me and rolls his eyes. Felix looks at me and says, “I’m sorry for his behavior. Just be patient, alright?” I smile softly at him and nod. He waves at me and runs to Changbin. Jeongyeon looks at me and raises her eyebrows. “What’s that all about?” she says, in a teasing voice. “Well, Changbin kinda hates my guts, so oh well,” I say, turning back to my dorm to go inside.

I lay on my bed exhausted. I mean, I’ve walked around a college, unpacked luggage in said college, talked to a bunch of energetic boys, and I lost my key. I need rest. I looked at Jeongyeon -who was on her bed- and made conversation with her. “So, how was it being surrounded by the school’s favorite boy all day?” She asked, smugly. “What do you mean by that,” I wonder. She replied, “Oh, nothing,” and went along with her day.

After a few months, we all got along pretty well. Well, everyone except Changbin and I. The school year is ending and we still don’t get along. I don’t know what I did to him to deserve this type of treatment. I start packing up and getting ready to move dorms, as it is the end of the year. I walk to my new home to put things away and I run into Jisung. “If you’re going to be my roommate, this is gonna be a fun year,” I tell the kind boy. He responds, “I hope so,” with a small smile.

We schedule a movie night with all the boys. At around 7:45, Hyunjin finally arrives. I open the door for him. “I had shit to do! Why was this a last-minute thing?” He accuses. “Cry about it, sweetheart,” Changbin chuckles. I make my way back to my seat between Chan and Felix. Felix sets the popcorn on both our laps. As a jumpscare approaches Chan wrests his arm around the backside of the couch. Felix and I huddle closer together for emotional support. As the jumpscare appears on screen, Felix and I jump and popcorn goes flying.

#fanfiction #stray kids x reader #3racha x reader #chan x reader #bang chan x reader #changbin x reader #han jisung x reader #jisung x reader #stray kids #kpop #kpop fanfiction #stray kids fanfiction #enemies to lovers #rommate trope #college au

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Release Day + Review of Broken Boys Can't love by Micalea Smeltzer

Off-limits. That’s what Jude is to me. My older brother doesn’t trust me with his player of a best friend. Which is totally fine, because I’m not interested. As Jude and I reluctantly become friends, I start to see that there’s more to him than others notice. But I still won’t go there, not when I have a crush on someone else. But Jude’s the perfect person to help show me the ropes when it comes to the opposite sex, besides it’s not like he’ll get attached to me. Except he does. And the thing about broken boys? They’re way too easy to fall for.

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟒.𝟓⭐ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥: 🌶🌶

𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰:

𝑴𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒂 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑷𝒓.

First and foremost, may I comment on how appealing the cover is? Not just for this one, but for the rest of the series as well. Very consistent, simplistic, and appealing.

I regret not reading the previous books given how much I enjoyed this one, and I do not doubt that the rest would be similar given how good the writing is.

I liked how engrossing and compelling this novel is, the tropes; 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐭𝐨-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫/𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 all worked well here, and I was convinced and satisfied.

Aside from that, I was grateful and intrigued to learn that this novel provided me with a dual point of view, which increased my enjoyment of it. The use of dual points of view adds to the tension and angsty vibe of the book.

I’d also like to point out that the hero’s branding as a *manwhore was unusual and, at the same time, not generic as to what the usual tropes of this type of novel usually gave but much deeper in a sense that I wasn’t expecting and didn’t see coming and was particularly a sensitive topic that I won’t be delving into further due to 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒.

Moving on to the characters, I liked both Millie and Jude. Their characters were endearing while also being strong and humorous. I enjoyed their interactions as well as the interactions of the other likable characters.

Millie’s character was especially appealing to me. I liked her strong and sensible personality, and I liked how she slammed her overprotectiveness of her brother’s stereotypical or stereotypical statements/situations. Jude, on the other hand, had it rough, and I truly felt sorry for him. This guy is pretty scarred, hilarious at times, and made me angry at others because what he did was wrong, even though I understand where he’s coming from, but STILL. Anyway, I’m glad he was able to recover from that and move on.

Millie and Jude’s growth was great. I liked their scenes together and the tropes that connect their characters, especially the fake dating that occurred, which I found amusing.

Aside from that, their romance was also pretty good; I liked how it wasn’t too angsty or too cheesy, just the right amount of both that I think suited them well because of the situation their characters were in; it was still pretty good, and the overall romance satisfied me.

I’d also like to comment on how likable the other characters are. I enjoyed their chaos, the drama, and the fact that these people are dependable and loving despite everything.

I also wouldn’t forget to mention the bisexual Zara, who I didn’t see coming but was hot of them, especially on the scene. I’m not sure how her novel would go, if she ever has one, given the kind of already glimpse pairing this novel provided, but I’m still intrigued.

Overall, this was great. Everything was engrossing and compelling from the beginning to the end. I’m looking forward to Daire’s book and can’t wait to read the previous ones.

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Meet Micalea Smeltzer

Micalea Smeltzer is a twenty-something author from Northern Virginia. She has four dogs, which is as crazy as it sounds. As a recent kidney transplant recipient she’s dedicated to raising awareness around the effects of kidney disease, dialysis, and transplant as well as educating people on living donation. When she’s not writing you can catch her with her nose buried in a book.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Roommates to Lovers with Fushiguro Megumi

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, crushes, hurt/comfort, kissing, stealing sharing clothes, movie night, literal sleeping together, cuddles, periods

A/N: Grumpy, gloomy Fushiguro deserves love too.

Roommate!Fushiguro who always keeps things neat and clean in the apartment, including your room. He's a very organized person, likes to plan out his day and is always early no matter what kind of plans you make together. You could be asking him to buy dinner and you know you have to get home a little bit earlier because he's already gonna be there, waiting for you.

Rommate!Fushiguro who makes sure that the fridge is never empty. He makes frequent trips to the market, mostly at the later time of day before he gets home. He likes to surprise you with your favorite foods quite often, even if he can't cook your favorite dishes he at least wants to make sure that both of you always have the food that you like.

Roommate!Fushiguro who buys you pads and makes you lots of tea when you're on your period. While he got a little flustered the first time you asked him for this he wasn't squeamish about it. Did get a few looks and heard people gossiping about how good of a boyfriend he must be.

Roommate!Fushiguro who tries not to get jealous if you bring someone home. Instead he will try not to be there as much as possible, taking on more missions then usual and getting home really early in the morning. He loses a little bit of sleep due to that.

Roommate!Fushiguro who always leaves one of his familiars with you when he's not at home. As mush as he thinks they're dangerous and ferocious he also knows that you like to pet them from time to time and call them good pups. He will use them to pick up clothes around the apartment as well, which gets them more head pats.

Roommate!Fushiguro who kisses you in his sleep. Passed out on the couch, not even able to make it to his bed when you tried to drag him to his room. Being dead tired didn't do him any favors so thinking that he was only dreaming he kissed you. His lips were softer then you expected but they stayed on yours way too little. He couldn't even hold on to you afterwards, he just passed back out on the couch.

Roommate!Fushiguro who doesn't remember the kiss and is confused as to why you're suddenly shy around him. He enjoys it when you get all tongue tied, giving you a warm slime that only widens when he turns away.

Roommate!Fushiguro who can't stop staring at you when you wear his clothes. Yours are clean right? He made sure of that, you even folded and ironed them out together. So why his clothes? Are his clothes that comfy to you? In that case you can go shopping together and he'll help you carry whatever you buy.

Roommate!Fushiguro who pretends e doesn't enjoy romantic movie nights. He doesn't care for the movies, that much is true, what he likes is the way you lean your head on his shoulder and blink away from him when he catches you staring. Lately you've started to do that more and more, its really making it hard for him not to stare back, or act on his feelings.

Roommate!Fushiguro who wraps his arm around you when you fall asleep during the movie. He lets you sleep until the credits roll after which he presses a kiss on your forehead and quotes a romantic line from the movie, showing that he was paying attention at least a little.

Roommate!Fushiguro who holds you close after a bad mission, needing to feel someone, something next to him so that he knows what he did wasn't all for nothing. He acts tough in front of his team and tries to be their anchor but he has his breaking points from time to time. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your back to his chest as he sits on the floor of his bedroom.

Roommate!Fushiguro who doesn't know what to do or say when you offer to sleep with him. Not in a lewd way but just to be there and hold him. He's not sure if he could keep his composure if you were to slip into his bed and into his arms. And he was right. His mouth is on yours, demanding and passionate, he's pressing you into the bed, bracketing you in with his body, looking for warmth and love.

Roommate!Fushiguro who is embarrassed about his behavior the next day, deeming it downright humiliating and asking you to forget about it. Oh you're not. Just like you're not forgetting about that kiss. Actually you really should make things even, make your own feelings about him clear since he's been too dense to figure them out.

#ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #fushiguro fluff #fushiguro megumi fluff #jjk x fem!reader

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rainbinni · 11 months

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BTS ff recommendation

Part 2 of the best BTS ff I’ve read so far. Please go check the author account to support them. Let me know your best ff so I can read it ;)

Part 1 right here

!! All of those stories content strong and mature language, please do not read them if you’re under 18 !!

Series :

A little bit in love whit you - @joonbo [1/3] ongoing (fwb, college au, smut, angst, potential fluff)

One shot :

New parent syndrome - @1kook [9.5k] (dilf!namjoon, married couple, parents, fluff, smut)

Subdued - @1kook [5k] (established relationship, smut, fluff, rapper!namjoon, sub!namjoon)

Don’t read the dead languages - @sailoryooons [17k] (e2l, smut, bit of angst, fluff, supernatural au)

Drabbles

Distraction - @bangtanintotheroom [3.3k] (fluff, smut)

An affair of the art - @raplinesmoon [1.3k] (fluff, bit of angst, parents!joon and oc)

One shot :

Knocked - @sailoryooons [?] (rommates au, f2l, fluff, a bit of angst, smut)

Drabbles :

Drunk over sober - @personasintro [4.3k] (part2)(e2l, mention of alcohol, little angst, fluff)

One shot :

The feelings slow to fade - @taleasnewastime [26.7k] (e2l, angst, fluff, smut, horror au, mention of blood, paranormal)

Kiss me more - @mosaic-opine [7k] (arranged marriage au, smut, angst, fluff, idiot2l)

Drabbles :

Helping hands - @kooksbunnnn [3.2k] (rommates2l, smut, fluff)

Escapism - @yoonlattesworld [?] (exes2lovers, kind of fake dating, mafia!yoongi, cheating au(not by yoongi tho), angst, fluff, smut)

One shot :

Helping hands - @m-yg93 [6k] (best friend2l, smut, campus au)

Series :

Menace - [2/2] (serie of drabbles) (brother best friend!jimin, smut, angst, e2l, ewb)

Drabbles :

Cut me deep (and sew it up) - @cutechim [only one part for now] [6k] (angst, smut, a little bit of fluff if you squint, mafia!jimin)

Desperate - @ressjeon [3.8k] (model!jimin, assistant!oc, smut, f2l)

Foolish fools - @jjkeverlast [701] (fwb, a bit of smut, fluff)

Lucky you - @jjungkookislife [2.9k] (established relationship, smut, fluff, tattooed!jimin and oc)

Welcome home - @minisugakoobies [6.2k] (coworkers au, fluff, smut)

One shot :

Not that good - @taleasnewastime [20k] (ons2l, s2f2l, smut, fluff, angst, college)

Drabbles :

It’s sweet - @here2bbtstrash [4.3k] (fwb2l, 100% fluff)

Washed on - @ressjeon [6k] (college au, frat boy!tae, smut, a bit of fluff)

Fireworks - @minisugakoobies [556] (part2) (neighbor au, fluff)

Series :

Blackout - @jjungxkook [3/3] (best friends2lovers, roommates, untold feelings, smut, angst, fluff, college au)

Stay with me - @jungk0oksthighs [14/14] (exes2l, divorced, young parent, co-parents, unexpected pregnancy, angst, fluff, smut)

How many - @yoon-kooks [6/6] (series of drabbles) (college au, fluff, s2f2l, tattooed!jk, tattoo artist!yn)

Paired and Pierced - @yoon-kooks [6/6](series of drabbles)(college au, smut, classmate to lovers, tattooed!jk)

Rough Edges - @kjhmyg [16/?] (Ongoing)(college au, mafia/gang au, bad boy!jk, smut, fluff, angst)

Ego season - @sparklingchim [3/4] (college au, fwb2l, fluff, smut, angst)

Drabbles :

After last time - @cherrygukki [4.3k] (smut, bit of angst and bit of fluff, ons, rich!jk)

Stay quiet for me - @vminizzle [0.9k] (smut, a bit of fluff)

Formule 1 - @taexoxosgf [3.4k] (smut, fluff)

Stardust - @euphoricfilter [5.5k] (best friend2l, fluff, smut)

#bts x reader #bts recs #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts smut #fanfic

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thetiredstuff · 1 year

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This is just mostly a handy little post for me but I asked people to rec me some destiel AU best friends to lovers fics and this is what I got:

Recs from ltleflrt:

okay, cupid. by orange_crushed On Air by wincechesters Just Turn Around and Go by @porcupine-girl Version 2.0 by Elizabeth1985 aka @cocklesheadboop Ignore the Butterflies: Best Friend Advice from Dean Winchester by impatient14 A Match Made (and Misunderstood) by surlybobbies More Views. More Money. by herbivoredinosaur Remember When by VioletHaze aka @scones-and-texting-and-murder When In Vegas by Dmsilvis & TobytheWise

Recs from doctorprofessorsong

One of my favorite fics of all time is Evangelist by @valleydean. It's really enemies to friends to lovers but the enemies part becomes friends pretty quickly because they are deeply obsessed with each other. One of the classics if you haven't read it is To Build a Home. Childhood friends who broke up and find themselves back in each other’s life. It is very angsty but they have a lifelong friendship so you get a lot of childhood and teenage friendship moments. If I may self recommend, I just wrote Can't Fight the Moonlight in which they are in this post canon partnership and both want to add sexual intimacy but the partnership is soft so you get some really fun platonic intimacy. It's not AU, obviously, but may have something of what you want. Seraph by @dothraki-shieldmaiden is a superhero au where they are friends and roommates to lovers. It has great world building. More than Kisses by @friendofcarlotta is a friends to lovers epistolary romance. Dean and Cas are pen pals and they share an absolutely gorgeous emotional intimacy. Tiamatv has a few that fit the bill. I'm gonna mention Marchen because I love the world built in that one. Dean Winchester is a prince locked in a tower. Feel free to also skim my fic recs. @riversrecs

Recs by castiellesbian:

tiamatv's "It's the End of the World (As We Know It)" is a friends to enemies to lovers if that counts? They were childhood best friends in that one "A Midterms Night's Dream" by Englandwouldfall is an au where they're roommates (oh my god they were rommates). "In Some Sacred Place" by schmerzerling is a good one where they're friends throughout most of the fic, but it's kind of depressing overall

Recs from porcupine-girl

Just Turn Around And Go (roommates-slash-best-friends): https://archiveofourown.org/works/4228830 Like four weddings and a funeral but without the funeral (Sam POV, Sam is clueless and doesn’t realize they’re together): https://archiveofourown.org/works/6225625 Go Down With This Ship (online fandom besties, don’t realize they know each other irl): https://archiveofourown.org/works/8023642

Rec by trampledundercas

#i thought of ‘ready to fall’ by lemonsorbae on ao3

A whole bunch of recs from dean-you-assbutt-cas-loves-you

A Tale of Two Tropes by Amelia_Clark (E, 7k) As You Walk On By by MercyBraavos (E, 23k) Are We Any Different? by LeviathanBlue, SerpentCountess (T, 41k) More Than Kisses by FriendofCarlotta (E, 29k) things i knew when i was young by stormwarnings (T, 16k) Alright by turningthepages (T, 46k) To Build a Home by intothesilentland (M, 383k) When In Vegas by Dmsilvis, TobytheWise (E, 16k) The Ocean Between Us by noxsoulmate (E, 27k) Room for Two (The Mattress AU) by almaasi (E, 14k) Honey-Baked by mishaminion69, sydkn3e (E, 89k) The Ones We Choose by lightmyway (E, 82k)

EDIT: MORE:

Recs by bexfangirlforlife:

The Graveyard Shift by riseofthefallenone. PurgatoryJar Evangelist by embrancsxx0 Stay with me Sweetheart by Mandalarose We are what we pretend we are by tricia_16 Tricks of the Trade by Trenchcoat_Impala

Recs by impaledbeetle:

okay, cupid by orange_crushed Seek to Know You Better (E) by ahurston Après (E) by Imogenbynight Here's a couple aus that i really really enjoy that aren't necessarily best friends to lovers: spirit of the west (M) by teen_dean Parachutes (E) by chaoticdean (this one literally changed my life it is so good) And This, Your Living Kiss (M) by opal_bullets (again, this is life changing) Roll With It (E) by saltnhalo (this is a The Proposal (movie) au) Shut Up (Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is) (E) by kototyph

Recs by butch--dean:

spirit of the west by teen-dean (everyone should read this 90's horse girl dean au where he befriends cas, a local veterinarian) I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) by unicornpoe (I am a sucker for all "cas using dean as a vessel" fics) Après by imogenbynight (surely everyone has read this? dean and cas in paris what more can you ask for) under the midnight sun by northernsparrow (dean is the caretaker of a research station in the arctic and cas is a mysterious bird researcher) (I also rec you can keep holding on by this author but be warned that it is very grief-driven - but it is an in-depth study of the way they care for each other) though the course may change by imogenbynight (fake dating AU at a couple's retreat - another one that everyone has probably read but is so worth mentioning in case you haven't) there's no cell service in the afterlife by screamsintothesun (cas gets back from the empty and his phone blows up with dean's voicemails & texts) Gold in the Edges of Our Vision by SewingNatural (dean and cas eat peaches together on a hot summer evening. The writing style on this one is really really lovely) these are just a few from my bookmarks but also there is a really good rec list here & here (this one has a link to a specific friends to lovers list here) that I refer to often when looking for new fics/authors to dig through!!

Recs by mercurialkitty for some reason tumblr won't allow me to add them to my post so just click on their name to go to their post!

These are all the ones i've gotten up til now but will def edit if I get any more. If you see this post and think of a Destiel AU best friend to lovers fic that isn't on here or just a Destiel AU (no abo) fic that isn't on here: PLEASEEEEEE GIVE ME ALL THE DESTIEL AU FIC RECS (no abo)

Also i didn't tag the people who recommended it cuz I don't wanna annoy them but I linked back to all of their original posts or comments!

A hugeeeeeeee thank you to everyone who replied to my annoying messages for fic recs cuz I really really appreciate it. thank you all so so so much!!!!

#to read #destiel #i love my husbands #spn #supernatural #destiel fan fic #spn fan fics

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jjungkookislife · 8 months

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Slumber Party!

pairing: rommate!jungkook x bi! f. reader x bi!original character

genre: roommate au, fwb, friends to lovers, angst, smut [18+]

summary: Friday nights are for slumber parties with your best friend, Kari. A night of drinking, watching movies from your younger years, and kissing that usually leads to more. Jungkook is aware of your routine, leaving for a night out with his friends that he cuts short. However, he's in luck when Kari catches his eye and invites him to join the two of you.

wc: 7k

warnings: fwb (reader and oc), oc and reader have crushes/feelings for each other, alcohol mention/use, slight voyeurism, mention of m. and f. masturbation, marking (hickeys, scratching, biting), some self-deprecation(?), spanking, hair pulling, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), ffm threesome, protected sex, multiple orgasms, choking, tit fucking, cum facial, snowballing

date: September 1, 2023

The moment Jungkook informed you he’d be out for the night, you knew it was the perfect opportunity to invite your best friend Kari over. Kari was a goddess in your eyes; absolutely gorgeous. She was shorter than you, with long hair down her back that was half black and half blue right down the middle. Her beautiful, sun-kissed skin had tattoos scattered on her thighs, chest, and arms. The day she stopped wearing bras and pierced her nipples was glorious; she was a beauty, and it made your legs go weak. Not only that, but she was an amazing friend and kisser.

The thought of your best friend made you giddy. Not only would you be able to have a sleepover like usual, but with Jungkook gone for the night, you’d be able to hook up and be as loud as you wanted. You weren’t going to lie. Having Jungkook’s room on the other side of your wall proved to be an inconvenience when Kari was over and you were in a mood.

“Call me if you need anything or want me to come home,” Jungkook states seriously. He clings to the front door, his head still in your apartment with the rest of his body out on the porch. You’re trying to shut the door, but his big ole head won’t move.

“Jungkook, I appreciate the concern. I do. But all we’re doing is watching Twilight and taking shots whenever Edward rejects Bella. You know, a typical Friday night?” you say and Kari nods from her spot on the couch. Jungkook looks at you and then at Kari, who smiles widely, waving hard enough for her boobs to bounce. Jungkook’s eyes widen, cheeks pink as he looks at you one last time. “Promise me you’ll call if you need me?”

You nod. “I promise, Jungkook. I’ll call if we need you.”

Jungkook licks his lips as he looks at you, nodding as he waves and finally leaves. You giggle as you shut the door, shaking your head.

“Got the drinks ready?” you ask as you walk into the kitchen to grab Kari’s favorite wine tumbler, a pretty glow-in-the-dark one that reads “Witches Brew”.

“Got it! Bring the wine coolers too!” Kari shouts in response. You pop open the fridge, grabbing two wine coolers before shutting it and heading to your bedroom. Kari is already lying on your King-sized bed by the headboard, her sleep shorts riding up on her thighs to display her tattoos. Thighs you hoped to be smothered with later on.

“Start it,” you tell her as you set your drinks on the nightstand before climbing under the covers with her. She waits for you to settle before she hits play and moves closer to you, easily draping her arm around your waist.

“He’s such an asshole, and for what? He ends up banging her anyway,” Kari scoffs as Edward tells Bella she needs to stay away from him again.

You laugh, earning a scowl from your friend. “He acts like he’s not gonna knock her up right away.”

“He’s misunderstood,” you say, knowing it’ll make her spiral into a rant about Edward and how he’s such an asshole. You love listening to her speak, so you listen attentively, nodding along and ignoring the movie playing in the background. The two of you haven’t even touched your drinks, both left forgotten on the nightstand.

“And don’t even get me started on Jacob!” she exclaims, her face flushed as she crosses her arms over her chest. She looks so cute, you can’t help but lean in and kiss her cheek. She flushes, turning into a stuttering mess.

“Keep talking, baby,” you encourage her, placing a kiss on her shoulder beside the strap of her tank top, her pierced nipples noticeable through the thin material.

“It’s just so dumb,” she complains as you cover her in kisses.

“Mhmm, dumb,” you echo as you tug the strap off her shoulder.

“Are you even listening to me?” Kari giggles as you look up at her with glittering eyes.

“Yeah, listening,” you smile goofily. She rolls her eyes. Her lips press against yours, so soft and sweet, it makes your heart somersault in your chest.

Friends, you cruelly remind yourself as she climbs over you. Your hands cradle her face, tongue pushing past the seam of her lips to meet hers.

The way she moans your name has your body thrumming as you kiss her once again, hands sliding down to her hips. Her arms wrap around your neck, marking your skin gently.

“Pretty,” she murmurs against your neck, moving to sit up as her hands lace with yours. Her soft gaze has you melting beneath her.

Kari had always been straightforward, and confident in each of her moves, and when all this had first begun, she was the one who had kissed you in the backseat of a rideshare. From the first taste of your lips, she had realized she wanted to be more, even if it just meant friends with benefits. Kisses shared between friends meant nothing, right? Right?

“Kari,” her name escapes you easily, hands cupping her breasts as she rolls her hips against yours.

She hums in acknowledgment, her lips trailing kisses between your breasts. Her hands easily remove your top, unsurprised to find you without a bra. Her manicured hands grab a handful of your tits, thumbs flicking your pert nipples, giggling when you moan her name in a heady tone. She wants you tonight, no doubt about it. She wants to be the reason you’re trembling, out of breath, and sobbing because you’re overwhelmed with pleasure. She wants you in any way she can have you and for now; it seems like friends with benefits is what works for both of you.

With gentle hands, you remove Kari’s top, kissing every new inch of skin that’s exposed. With a few giggles and bashful touches, your lips meet hers when you’re both topless.

She’s gentle with you. Her hand cupped your face as her tongue met yours, moaning softly against your lips. Your hands grip her hips, canting against her. You’re both dripping wet, eager to get a taste of each other…

Jungkook had half a beer before he decided he wasn’t in the mood to be out and get hit on nonstop when he was just trying to enjoy his night out with his friends. So with a sheepish smile, he wished his friends goodnight, reminding them to text him when they arrived home safely.

If he was honest, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Jungkook wasn’t stupid, he knew what your sleepovers with Kari consisted and he knew he’d be ruining your night hooking up with her, but he just couldn’t stay out and pretend he was having a good time when you weren’t at his side. Instead, he goes home earlier than expected, hoping you can forgive him for coming home so soon.

His thoughts overwhelm him, lost in his own world, as he walks through the front door. He’s on a whole other plane as he kicks his shoes off, tugging his shirt over his head before tossing it onto the couch. He unbuttons his pants, intent on heading to his bedroom until he hears a moan.

His eyes widen, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him. He pauses outside your door, guilt bubbling in his abdomen, knowing better than to spy on you, but when you moan, his brain short circuits and he’s pressing himself against the wall beside your bedroom door.

Kari looks at your bedroom door, wondering if her eyes are playing tricks on her or if she’s seen your roommate. She says nothing, eyes focused on the crack of the door, noting movement when Jungkook tries to sneak past toward his room.

Kari smirks. “Would you fuck Jungkook?”

“Obviously,” you respond, kissing down her neck. Not thinking clearly enough to wonder why, as she moans when you bite down.

“How about a threesome with him?” Kari asks, meeting Jungkook’s eyes, a sly smile on her lips as a moan of your name escapes her when you take her pert bud into your mouth.

Her fingers weave in your hair, losing her train of thought as your warm, wet mouth suckles her breast, tonguing her piercing. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, back arching off your bed as she moans your name.

Jungkook feels like a pervert watching from the door, cock throbbing in his tight pants. A groan escapes him, his large palm muffling it before you can hear him. He curses himself mentally, palming his cock with his free hand.

He was fucked.

So fucked.

Kari has an evil gleam in her eyes, finally making eye contact with Jungkook. He swallows thickly, unable to form words. He’s helpless. Frozen in his spot, obligated to hear your answer.

“I’d let him rail me from one end to the other. Are you kidding? Have you seen him? I bet his cock is big, fuck.”

“So if he came home right now, would you let him join us?” Kari asks, smiling devilishly.

Jungkook glares, but she ignores him, licking her lips instead.

“Obviously. He’s hot as fuck. You haven’t seen him walking around in just his boxers, Kari. He’s a wet dream come true. Exquisite,” You bring your fingers to your lips, blowing a kiss into the air.

“You can join us, Jungkook,” Kari calls in a sing-song tone that has you whipping your head toward your bedroom door where a sheepish Jungkook stands, hand gripping his cock over his jeans.

“I should have known,” you chuckle when your eyes meet his. His sheepish smile has you melting as you beckon him into your bedroom.

Jungkook trips over his feet as he stumbles into your bedroom, doe eyes wide as he stutters out an apology. “I wasn’t spying! I came home early, a-and the door was open.”

“Don’t care, come here,” you instruct, and he gulps before nodding and making his way to you. You get off the bed to stand in front of him, licking your lips as you take in his perfect figure. You find it hard to keep your hands to yourself but lock eyes with Jungkook. “Can I?”

“Yes,” he breathes as you run your hands over his shoulders, sliding them down his torso. Jungkook watches you closely, licking his lips when your hands grip the waistband of his unbuttoned pants.

Kari giggles on the bed as Jungkook blushes. “I was on my way to bed.”

“To listen and jerk off?” Kari asks as she crosses her arms over her chest and Jungkook looks away, cheeks blooming pink. He quickly realizes you’re topless as well and looks up at the ceiling.

“Jungkook,” you say his name gently, your hand on his cheek to make him look at you. “Do you want to join us?”

“Yes,” he answers honestly, nodding.

“Then don’t look away from us,” you tell him firmly as you place his hand on your breast. “We want you to enjoy yourself.”

Kari nods in agreement, going to stand beside you. Jungkook swallows thickly, the urge to pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming, becomes too strong.

Kari and you share a look, covering your mouths when you giggle. Kari is the one who speaks up, smiling brightly. “You’re not dreaming, Kook.”

You nod. “We’re surprised it took you this long to join us.”

Jungkook can feel his ears burning, a shy smile on his lips as he looks at the two of you. Had you genuinely been waiting for him to join?

“I didn’t want to impose,” Jungkook answers as you tug on his waistband, smiling at him before kissing him. Jungkook is quick to kiss you back, his hands gripping your hair to hold you to him while Kari sinks to her knees.

Jungkook moans against you, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips when you push yourself closer to him. He groans when Kari’s hand palms him over the denim of his jeans.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, biting his bottom lip as he looks down at Kari, whose big brown eyes meet Jungkook’s hooded ones. You’re both so gorgeous, Jungkook doesn’t know what to do with himself. Sure, he’d dreamed of this moment time and time again, usually with his hand wrapped around his cock, biting his lip to keep from moaning your name, but now that it was happening, he was almost stunned.

“Koo,” you whine softly, a soft kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth. He turns to look at you, but you’ve occupied yourself with trailing kisses from his jaw to his neck, finally kissing the irresistible little mole that drives you insane. You run your tongue over it, sucking his skin and making him groan while Kari is palming him harder, adding more pressure until Jungkook is tangling his fingers in her hair, gripping the teal harshly.

Kari pouts, eyes meeting Jungkook’s before she’s tugging on your hand. You reluctantly part from Jungkook, dropping to your knees beside Kari with a wide grin.

Fuck. Jungkook’s mouth waters at the sight of you two down on your knees for him, eager to take his cock in your mouth. His head spins, tongue peeking from between his lips to swipe along his bottom lip.

Kari turns to you, capturing your lips in a kiss as your hands fumble to unzip Jungkook’s pants. Jungkook watches you intently with hooded eyes, lip caught between his teeth as the both of you pull his pants down his thighs until they bunch at his ankles. With a few hops and kicks, Jungkook gets his pants completely off, kicking them to the side on your bedroom floor.

“Ooh,” Kari gushes with excitement once she wraps her hand around Jungkook’s hard length.

“Fuck,” you curse, finally moving your hand to place on his cock. You’ve dreamed of this moment, unable to keep your thoughts innocent when it comes to your hot roommate. There were plenty of nights you’d go to bed with your hand in your panties and his name on your lips. You ignore the skip of your heartbeat, knowing getting your feelings involved leads to nothing but heartbreak. You weren’t sure you could handle Jungkook’s rejection as well as Kari’s.

Kari releases Jungkook, her lips pressing kisses to his hips as her fingers toy with the waistband of his CK boxer briefs. You stroke him over his boxers, feeling the pre-cum that soaks the cotton. Jungkook is overwhelmed with pleasure, eyes shut tight as he throws his head back; pretty marks left on his skin bloom with color.

Pride swells in your chest, knowing you’re the one who’s left your mark on his pretty skin. Your heart skips a beat, cheeks flush with heat as you realize you’re finally going to be with your crush. Sure, you liked Kari a lot. She was gorgeous. But Jungkook also had your heart from the moment he moved in.

However, you were willing to put those feelings aside if it meant you’d get to have him like this once. Just to get a taste of him.

Who knows if he even liked you past the physical aspects? Maybe he just wanted a quick hookup after all those times he’s had to cum on his fingers after a night of listening in. You frown for a moment, shaking the thoughts out of your head. You weren’t going to let anything ruin this moment, not when his cock was hard and aching in your hand.

Kari finally pulls away from Jungkook, giggling at the tiniest little hickey she’s ever made. You smile, pecking her lips before looking up at Jungkook, his lust-filled eyes already on you.

“Get on the bed,” Kari demands as she stops touching Jungkook, moving your hands off his cock.

Eager, Jungkook does as he’s told as Kari takes a second to kiss you, her hands cradling your face gently as her tongue slips past your lips and your hands are gripping her hands. Jungkook watches on in awe. He knew the two of you were more than friends, but seeing the two of you kiss made it clear that there was more to your friendship than just hooking up.

“Kook,” you say when you climb onto the bed with Kari at your side. You sit back on your heels and let Jungkook get an eyeful of your tits and hers, cupping them in your hands and rolling your nipples between your fingertips before Kari is kissing you again, pushing you onto your back and grinding her hips on yours.

Jungkook’s lips are parted, hand on his cock as he strokes himself. He bites his lip to keep some control over his rampant moans, eyes fluttering shut as he raises his hips to fuck into his hand.

There was no way this was happening.

When Jungkook opens his eyes, he’s surprised to see Kari naked, her panties on your bedroom floor. She’s unphased, her face between your legs, gripping both of them as she kisses one thigh and then the other. You play with your nipples, eyes focused on Kari as she flattens her tongue, swiping against the thin, soaked material of your pink panties.

“Kari,” you moan softly, hand gripping her hair as she does it again and then a third time before she pushes your panties to the side to get a taste of your essence.

You’re dripping wet, pussy clenching around nothing as you moan Kari’s name again and again. “Kari, fuck.”

Jungkook wishes it was his name you were crying out.

Kari smacks her lips, tongue swiping along her bottom lip as she looks at Jungkook from over her shoulder. “Don’t just stare. Do something.”

Jungkook blinks once before moving closer. He meets your gaze, his hand reaching out to cup your face as he leans in close until his lips capture yours. Slowly, the two of you kiss, his lips muffling your moans as Kari takes your panties off.

Jungkook ends the kiss, licking his lips as he settles behind Kari. His hands run over the curve of her ass, gently smacking it. Kari giggles in response, “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

Jungkook smirks, his palm coming down harder on her cheek. It reddens underneath his palm. A soft curse escapes Kari, her moans muffled when her tongue meets your clit, swirling around it after.

Nerves eat up Jungkook. He’s dreamed of this so often, but truth be told, this was the first time he was in bed with two people. He was at a loss.

Kari paused her actions, taking Jungkook’s hand in hers before bringing two of his tattooed fingers to her lips. With her eyes locked on his, she sticks her tongue out, licking both fingers before taking them in her mouth.

Slowly, Jungkook pushes them past her lips, in and out, until Kari is drooling around them. Once she deems them wet enough, she guides his hand to her wet cunt. Jungkook only hesitates for a moment, your moan drawing his attention as Kari is back between your legs, talented tongue making you moan her name.

Jungkook’s cock throbs in the confines of his boxers. Biting back a moan, he focuses on Kari. He slowly pushes into her wet pussy, curling his fingers. He moans, slowly fucking in and out of her while her face is buried between your legs, her moans muffled as Jungkook fingerfucks her.

You arch off the bed, hands gripping Kari’s hair tighter than necessary, thighs shaking as her tongue circles your clit just the way you like. Her fingers work your cunt, familiar with your body enough to know what gets you off. You're a mess on the sheets, only worse when your gaze meets Jungkook’s heated one.

“Fuck, Kook,” you moan, biting your lip as you refuse to break eye contact. He never stops fucking Kari with his fingers. Instead, he adds a third finger and his thumb to her clit, smirking when Kari’s thighs tremble.

Kari raises her head, smirking at you as her fingers gently pinch your clit. Your eyes lock on hers as she licks her lips slowly, going back between your thighs as your hand loosens slightly on her hair. You curse, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, breathing ragged as watches the two of you, making sure his actions don’t stop as Kari fucks back onto his fingers. She raises her head just enough to beg Jungkook to fuck her.

“Shit,” Jungkook nods. He ruefully leaves the two of you, climbing off the bed to grab his jeans and pull two condoms out. He sets one on the nightstand, noting your untouched drinks and setting the other packet beside the bottles.

“Kari,” Jungkook breathes as he strokes his cock, groaning when he palms himself. “Are you sure?”

Kari raises her head again. “Yes, please. Please, Kook. I need it.”

Jungkook nods, ignoring the way his heart thunders in his chest. With a tattooed hand, he holds the condom packet to his mouth, ripping it open with his teeth with practiced ease. He still takes a moment to make sure his teeth haven’t punctured the latex before he puts it on. His hands shake as he does so, but he’s excited and perhaps a little nervous.

Kari is still eating you out with reckless abandon. Your sweet moans fill the bedroom and go straight to his cock. Fuck, he can’t wait to bury himself inside you as well.

Jungkook grabs a handful of Kari’s ass, cursing when it jiggles as he smacks the other cheek. He’s not sure what he’s done to deserve two beautiful women, but he will cherish it for as long as he lives.

He’s gentle as he slips his fingers back into Kari, who arches into him, round ass nearly pressing against him as he teases her entrance. He uses her arousal to lubricate his cock further before he’s pressing the head of his dick to her cunt.

Kari curses, but it’s muffled by your thighs when you press them to her head, arching off the bed as you moan her name. Your hands grip your breasts, fingers teasing your nipples as your breath grows heavy. Your mind spins, falling over the edge as Kari grips your thighs tighter in her hands to keep you from squirming out of her reach.

Jungkook lines his cock up at Kari’s entrance, slowly pushing the head in.

“Fuck, Kari,” he breathes, head falling back, eyes sewn shut and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Fuck, it’s so big,” Kari breathes as Jungkook slides home. His hands dig into her hips as she takes a moment to catch her breath. Her eyes meet yours and she’s nearly panting. “You were right.”

Jungkook raises a brow in confusion before Kari continues.

“He has a fat cock, fuck,” Kari nearly slumps forward, face first into your cunt as you giggle and help hold her up. You get on your knees in front of her, kissing her. Jungkook strokes Kari’s back, his hands moving to grab handfuls of her ass, spanking her while your tongue slips past the seam of her lips, tasting yourself on her tongue.

“I fucking told you,” you goad as Jungkook chuckles. He cards a hand through his long hair, his lip rings catching the light. You clench around nothing as you watch his broad shoulders, his chest tapering to his tiny waist and finally, to where his body connects to your best friend, and fuck, it’s a miracle you don’t cum then.

Jungkook catches your gaze, smiling wolfishly as he grabs Kari by the hips, pulling nearly all the way out just to slam back into her. Kari’s head falls forward, his name rolling off her tongue in a needy whine. You bite back a moan, focused on Jungkook fucking Kari, each thrust making her moan and curse. You wish it was you but you know you’ll get your turn so you lay back and watch, your fingers teasing your clit as you watch Jungkook fuck Kari.

“Fuck, Kari. That’s it, baby. Take my fucking cock. Just like that,” Jungkook curses as Kari meets each of his thrusts. You moan, the sound of their coupling filling the room, twining with your wanton moans as you work yourself to an orgasm. Jungkook smirks when you fall apart, his name on your lips as you lock eyes with him. Crying out for him and then Kari as you fall into the pillows.

“Fuck,” Kari moans and makes you scoot closer to her. She takes your thighs in her hands and licks you clean, moaning while Jungkook fucks her, spanking her just to make her scream into you.

Jungkook slips his hand between her legs, rubbing her clit and moaning her name when she clenches around him. Her moans grow higher in pitch, her body still meeting each of his thrusts as her legs quiver and her breathing grows heavy until she’s hitting her peak and cumming around Jungkook, near tears when he thrusts into her again and again.

Jungkook pushes his hair out of his eyes, focused as Kari takes every thick inch of his cock, creaming around him until he’s moaning, cumming into the condom as soon as she falls apart one more time. You follow soon after, Kari’s tongue a treasure as you fall limp into the sheets once again with Kari joining you.

Jungkook chuckles, taking the condom off to discard it into the trashcan under your bedside table. He’s sweating, his perfect chest glistening and you lick your lips when you eye his abs. Fuck, you’d lick him clean up and down right now if you weren’t so spent.

Jungkook is still hard, his cheeks pink as he wonders what he should do. Should he go to his room or stay and wait to see what happens?

“Come here,” you instruct him, patting the spot beside you. Jungkook nods, swallowing thickly as he climbs onto the bed. You kiss him when he lays beside you, your hand cradling his cheek. Slowly, the two of you kiss, his hands gripping your hips as you straddle him.

“Get comfy, baby,” you whisper to him as you kiss your way down his jaw toward his neck and down his chest as your hands greedily explore every bit of his perfect torso. Fuck, you’d love to eat off his abs, take his cock down your throat until tears ran down your cheeks. There’s so much you want to do but you’re easily distracted when Kari and Jungkook kiss above you while you continue to head down south, kissing and marking each of his hips.

Jungkook moans your name, grinning when you tease him with the tip of your tongue just to wrap your hand around him. Your lips plant a wet kiss on the underside of his cock, your tongue following after as you lick him from base to tip.

“Can I sit on your face?” you hear Kari ask and Jungkook eagerly nods in agreement, helping Kari sit on his face while your lips wrap around him. He curses but it’s muffled, enjoying the heat of your mouth as you tease him, your hand rolling his balls in your palm until you're popping off him with one last lick to the head of his cock.

Straddling Jungkook, you stroke him with one hand while grabbing the condom off the nightstand. You rip the package open, tossing the wrapper off the side of the bed before putting the condom on Jungkook. He groans when you squeeze him after, nearly drooling at how hard he is.

Slowly, you sink onto him. You moan his name, cursing and closing your eyes as you bottom out. Jungkook grips Kari’s thighs tighter, his tongue only faltering slightly. Fuck, he feels so hot, like he’s going to combust any second.

Kari reaches behind her, grabbing handfuls of his thick hair to steady herself as her hips roll, her clit rubbing against his beautiful nose. Fuck, you can’t wait for your turn on his face. You wanna suffocate him, have him begging for air as he grips your thighs to keep you in place, his need for you outweighing his need for air.

Your hands fall flat on his chest, your hips rising and falling on his cock. You love the ache of the stretch, nearly gasping for air as you sink on him once again, your hair falling over your eyes until you raise your head. Kari leans forward, grinding down on Jungkook as you lean to meet her lips.

One of her hands releases Jungkook’s hair and the other grips yours as she fucks herself on Jungkook’s face, suffocating him for all she cares as you fuck yourself on his fat cock, whimpering into the kiss as you take more and more of him.

You feel so fucking full and tears form in the corner of your eyes as you bounce on him, your kiss with Kari growing sloppy; nothing but teeth and tongues and pleasure for the three of you.

You tighten around Jungkook.

Jungkook grabs Kari’s round ass, his other hand reaching for your clit. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t get the both of you to cum while fucking him. He’s so overwhelmed with pleasure, Kari’s essence heavy on his tongue and your warm, wet cunt begging to be fucked full of cum, someday.

For now, he settles for the warmth and wetness as you cry out for him, nails digging into his chest while Kari’s thighs tremble at his head. He slurps hungrily, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. Fuck, he’d love to see the look on your faces as you cum, using him for your pleasure and nothing else.

Jungkook’s cock twitches and you groan, riding him harder, faster as you beg him to make the two of you cum.

Jungkook curses; focused on nothing but pleasuring each of you. Kari is the first to go, screaming as she grinds against him, cumming so hard, she grows dizzy for a moment. She doesn’t climb off him, just scoots forward to help make you cum and kisses you for a split second before you’re falling apart again.

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” you scream. Kari climbs off him and he sits up, rubbing your clit, grateful he can see you cum on his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Be a good girl and cum for us,” Kari encourages in between kisses, biting the sensitive spot on your neck that makes you tighten around Jungkook as his hands grab your ass. He moans your name, eyes fluttering shut as his head lolls back on the pillow.

He licks his lips, forcing his eyes open to watch you crumble on top of him. Kari is guiding your hips, a hand between your legs, nearly drooling as she watches you cream around him, crying out his name and hers as your body tightens and you whine for Jungkook.

Jungkook curses. “Fuck, ride me, baby. Just like that.”

“So close,” you grit, ignoring the sweat beading on your forehead. Your hips meet each of his thrusts, crying out when Jungkook plants his feet firmly on the mattress.

“Hold on,” is all he says before he’s raising his hips to fuck into you. You cry out, nearly sobbing as he fills you to the brim. You feel him in your stomach as your thighs tremble to cling to his hips. Kari is moaning beside you, her hand between her legs as she watches, nearly coming undone just from watching the two of you.

“Jungkook! Kook,” you moan, nails digging into his abs as he cries out. You’d love to hear him moan some more, melt with each one.

Kari cums first, crying out as she falls apart beside you. You both watch with lust-filled eyes until you’re clenching around Jungkook, head lolling back, his name on your tongue as you cum wrapped around him.

Jungkook watches you intently, drinking you in fully in case it’s the last time. Mesmerized by the wanton look on your face, the rocking of your hips, and the way you say his name repeatedly. His heart skips a beat and nearly drowns out the last moan of his name that escapes you.

Once you’re trying to catch your breath, Jungkook smirks.

“Up for one more?” he asks. You nod, ignoring the trembling of your legs as he kisses you. His hand cups your cheek, and you melt into his touch, tasting Kari on his tongue.

“Fuck,” you whisper, breaking the kiss to kiss Kari.

“Come on, baby,” Kari guides you off Jungkook’s cock. She helps you onto your hands and knees while she lays beneath you. Jungkook settles behind you, his hands running down the curve of your back, focusing on grabbing your ass and spanking it to draw a moan from you.

Jungkook spreads you open, licking his lips before he’s leaning forward to lick you clean. You’re moaning into Kari, pushing your ass into his face as his tongue works wonders on your cunt. He’d love to eat you out all day and night until he can’t breathe but his cock throbs and he reluctantly pulls away. He lines his cock up at your entrance, pushing in and cursing when he bottoms out again.

“Ugh,” you whine as you bite down on Kari’s thigh. She moans your name, turning into a puddle under you as you lave your tongue over the bite mark. She grips your hair as Jungkook sets a comfortable pace, allowing you to feel him deeper inside. You arch your back, taking every thrust like a champ as he grips you tightly.

“Fuck, so fucking wet for me,” Jungkook groans, eyes focused on where your body meets his. Kari whines under the two of you, slowly sliding out from under you to get to the side. She loves to watch, smirking as Jungkook fucks you harder. Her hands run over his body, pinching his brown nipples and he grunts.

Jungkook grips Kari’s teal hair, pulling her close to kiss her while you fuck yourself on Jungkook’s thick cock, crying out his name and begging him to make you cum while Kari pushes past the seam of his lips, moaning when he pulls back and bites her lip. Kari licks her lips as she whispers something in his ear.

Jungkook’s eyes widen but he slowly helps raise you. Carefully, he wraps his tattooed hand around your throat and you nearly cum at the insinuation.

“Please, Koo. Choke me,” you plead, nearly in tears as your hand rests over his on your throat. You add a little more pressure and Jungkook curses.

“Gently squeeze the sides,” Kari instructs. She raises his other hand, putting it on her throat and guiding him on where and how much to squeeze.

“Jungkook, please,” you beg. That’s all Jungkook needs before he’s squeezing the sides like Kari had shown him moments before. The effect is immediate, you’re fucking against him, taking his cock as deep as possible just to slam back down on him. Jungkook watches your ass jiggle as you use him for your pleasure. Your head falls back onto his chest and he leans in to kiss you, muffling your cries of pleasure as you finally let go and orgasm around him, squeezing the soul out of him.

Jungkook grunts, holding back as you cum and nearly sob when he lets go of your pretty throat. You look gorgeous in the throes of passion and it’s something he will engrave into his mind for as long as he lives.

When you finally come down, you’re panting. Kari giggles when you fan yourself, nearly collapsing on both of them as your thighs shake in an effort to hold you up.

“You didn’t cum,” Kari notes with a frown as Jungkook pulls out. He shrugs.

“No big deal.”

“Do you want to?” Kari asks.

Jungkook blushes but nods and says yes.

Kari nods as she takes Jungkook hand in hers. “Care to stand?”

“It’s fine,” Jungkook swallows thickly as he quickly takes the condom off to discard. Kari grins as she gets down on her knees.

Jungkook tongues his cheek, watching her with hooded eyes. He tongues his lips rings as he looks down at her, eager to make him cum. Her dark brown eyes are like melted chocolate, soft and comforting but striking when the light hits them just right. Her black and blue hair suits her. He runs a hand through her hair as she wraps her hand around his length, stroking him slowly. Kari leans forward to spit on his cock, using the saliva to aid her.

“Shit,” Jungkook curses, shaking his head. He’s so sensitive, just wants to cum but also wants to last as long as the two of you need him too, though you both look spent. You scoot closer to watch, licking your lips as you watch Kari’s skilled hand stroke him, her tongue teasing the head of Jungkook’s cock.

Kari grins, she teases him a little more, spitting and wetting his cock before she presses her tits together for Jungkook to fuck.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate, cock aching for release. Kari allows him to set the pace, licking and kissing the head of his cock when it gets close enough. She giggles every time Jungkook grunts and groans. His sweet moans hit the two of you hard until you can’t resist the temptation anymore and climb off the bed to join Kari on the floor in front of Jungkook.

“Fuck, please,” he pleads in a tone that sets you alight as Kari strokes him while you palm his balls, licking the head of his cock while Kari focuses on the parts you can’t reach.

The two of you kneel as close as possible, both tonguing at his dick. Jungkook throws his head back, moaning in pleasure, cock throbbing in your mouth when you welcome him in. You bob your head up and down, swallowing when he hits the back of your throat. Kari kisses his hips, thighs, moving down to lick and suck at his balls, mindful of her teeth and your head when you take him deeper.

You focus on breathing, your eyes locking on his when you look up. You slowly pull off him, lips and cheeks coated in spit and pre-cum and Jungkook thinks you look gorgeous. He guides you back onto his cock, grunting when Kari sucks on his balls, and then joins you in licking and slurping at his thick cock. He’s so close, his body thrumming with pleasure and the need to cum.

Jungkook grabs you by the hair, fucking into your mouth. You open wider, moans muffled by his fat cock on your tongue until he’s pulling out enough just to cum on your lips and tongue. You moan, eyes shut to avoid the sting of his cum. He chuckles for a split second before pleasure overwhelms him and he strokes his cock to milk every last drop.

Kari watches, licking her lips, and waits until Jungkook collapses onto the bed before she makes her move. She leans in close as you slowly open your eyes, grateful Jungkook’s aim isn’t bad.

Slowly, Kari licks the cum from your cheek. She giggles when you do, swallowing what’s in your mouth before you kiss her to share. Her moans are muffled by your lips, your body over hers when you push her to the floor gently. She cradles your face in her hands, moaning as you kiss and rub against her.

When you both pull apart, you’re panting. You smile at each other before crawling over to Jungkook.

“Can we lick you clean?” you ask as you place your hands on his thighs. Jungkook’s eyes widen before he nods.

The two of you are gentle with him. You’re careful with your tongues, watching him for any discomfort as you lick his cock clean, kissing each other when you meet at the head of his dick. Jungkook smiles, the two of you are just too cute.

Once you’re done, you both climb on the bed. Jungkook scoots toward the end of the bed with you between him and Kari.

“We should clean up,” you state but end up yawning instead.

“We will,” Kari promises as she cuddles into your side.

Jungkook hesitates but you drape your arm over his waist to keep him in place.

“Stay here,” you murmur as you try your best not to fall asleep. Your body feels heavy, well-spent, and satiated.

“Okay,” Jungkook promises as you cuddle into him and he pulls the covers over the three of you. Kari smiles, her heart sinking only a little.

You’re spent after taking Jungkook’s fat cock and receiving several orgasms. You easily fall asleep between Jungkook and Kari, curled up in her chest while Jungkook’s arm drapes over your waist.

Kari locks eyes with Jungkook, looking at you briefly to confirm you’re sleeping before she speaks.

“You better be good to her, Kook.”

Jungkook is taken aback. “What?”

“Be good to her. She’s liked you for as long as I can remember.”

“I thought the two of you…” Jungkook trails off as you stir but don’t wake.

Kari shakes her head. “No, I don’t do relationships, not the kind she wants. But I see the way you look at her and the way she looks at you.”

Jungkook nods, at a loss for words.

“Goodnight, Jungkook.”

“Goodnight, Kari.”

When you wake, you’re draped across Jungkook with Kari nowhere in sight and your heart crumbles a little.

Jungkook wakes when you kiss his cheek and he smiles, pressing his lips to yours and everything fades away. Nothing matters but you and him, even if your heart aches just a little.

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↳ Pairing: Changbin x You

❧ Genre : Fluff / rommates to lovers

❧ Words : +3k

“This can’t get any worse, can it?” “Sure it can - just give me a minute.”

Whoever said that going on a trip in the middle of the winter in mountains was a mind-blowing experience had it all wrong. Of course, when you saw pictures of mountains covered in snow, beautiful, blue, clear sky, you found it extremely pretty and appealing, therefore when your amazing (right in that moment you hated them) friends suggested to have a week in a wooden cottage you said yes without thinking twice. Better yet, when your hot, adorably annoying roommate for who you harbored a tiny (ridiculously big) crush said he would come, you were beyond yourself.

That of course didn’t last.

By the time all of you reached the cottage, after six long hours of driving, you realized that this little holiday could turn into a mess. It wasn’t that you didn’t love your friends or that you were scared of spending so much time with them, but some of them brought plus one which shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did. But honestly, who could blame you when some of them were pretty girls and that your crush happened to notice it too.

“Damn she’s hot.” Changbin commented the moment he stepped out of the car and was greeted by a pretty brunette who came out of the cottage, smiling at him.

It was definitely not your fault that after six hours of car, this tiny, almost innocent comment drove you mad. It resulted in you scoffing loudly, attracting very unwanted attention on you. Both Changbin and the said pretty brunette looked at you with quirked brow. If the brunette (she did say her name but you didn’t bother to remember, yes, you were that petty) thought it was rude, she didn’t comment. Changbin, on the other hand, nudged you playfully. Sadly for you, the dude didn’t know his own strength which resulted in you almost losing your balance and falling face first.

“The hell, Changbin!” You whined

“Why so cranky, old woman?” He joked, unbothered and then turned back to look at the brunette. “Please ignore her. She’s old, she needs a moment to recover.”

“Asshole.” You cursed under your breath. That was it, you were so going to ignore his existence for the rest of this trip.

You lied, obviously. Your attempt at being petty and grumpy lasted approximately ten minutes, just the time to get to your room and realize in pain that there were two beds which meant that you had to share the room with someone else. Hopefully with one of your friend. Better yet, with Changbin.

Karma had a name. It was Mina, the pretty brunette and your new roommate. No, really, what kind of luck was that? You wanted to scream your frustration, instead, you ruffled your hair. Much less noise and still as dramatic.

Mina watched you in silence for a short moment, maybe trying to decide if you were some crazy woman or just someone who was having a mental breakdown. It was both, but she didn’t need to know that either.

She cleared her throat to grab your attention. “So,”

You were thankful, you weren’t facing her, like that she couldn’t see your wince. Obviously, you had to make small talk. You took a deep breath, put on your best smile and turned to face her. “About earlier, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to sound rude. Just got tired, I guess.”

Luckily for you, one of your (not so useful) talent was that you could control your face, your voice and play pretend without being caught. Well, minus Changbin who somehow always saw through you which shouldn’t be allowed.

At your words, Mina beamed, genuinely happy. Apparently, she wasn’t that bad which meant you were the bad guy here.

“It’s okay. No offense taken.” Then she looked at your bag, surprised with how little you had taken with you. “Is this all you have with you?”

You looked down at your bag, genuinely confused. “Yeah? I mean, we’re staying only a week.”

She chuckled at that and pointed at her suitcase near her bed. “I had to bring a whole suitcase. I mean, we never know what we might need.”

You blinked, once, twice. “Oh. Guess I’m practical?”

“Definitely more organized than me.”

By the time you all gathered in the main hall, it was already past nine in the evening. You had to admit that this place was amazing; it was big and accommodated easily the ten of you and leaving room for more. The main hall, despite being huge, felt cozy with its fireplace in the center, two big coaches, two armchairs and a big table.

The fire was burning brightly, warming the place and giving an atmosphere worth of a good Christmas movie. You sat in the armchair the closest to the fire, enjoying its warmth along with your glass of wine. It didn’t take long to all of you to start drinking, playing games and enjoying your time together. It felt nice, you could almost relax. But just almost.

You didn’t want to be that annoying friend that would get all grumpy in the corner of the room and you tried really hard to control your feelings, to control your face but the more you drank the harder it got. You couldn’t help but feel bitter as you watched from your place Changbin laughing with Mina. It was his right to get all comfortable with a girl, you were just roommates and friends. It wasn’t like you didn’t know about the girls he saw, you were very aware of his late night activities but you didn’t need to face them, to see it happen before your eyes.

Mina, apparently, wasn’t that indifferent to him either. She was smiling brightly, laughing at his jokes, not minding how loud he got. But your breaking point was when she put her hand on his strong arm - you saw red. You had to get out of there as fast as you could before you would betray how you truly felt, before you started something you could potentially regret later.

Without a word, you put your glass back on the table and left. You didn’t look back. You didn’t see how Changbin glanced your way, a deep frown on his face. You didn’t see him gently reject Mina’s touch. No, all you needed was some fresh air and clear your mind.

***

Maybe going outside in the middle of the night while it was snowing wasn’t your brightest idea. No, you could add it was even a catastrophic idea but at the moment it felt right. Now, to add to the list of the brightest (dumbest) thing you had ever done, you chose to go outside without your scarf and your beanie - clearly, you had a death wish.

You walked without thinking, without really checking your surroundings. All you cared about was how you felt and frankly the cold air and the falling snow did help to ease the burning sensation inside you. You weren’t feeling as dizzy as when you were inside the cottage watching your crush with another girl. You could almost say that your jealousy had vanished. Almost.

“Stupid Changbin.” You cursed as you walked. It was easy to blame someone who wasn’t at fault. You knew it was stupid of you but it didn’t make things better. “Stupid me.”

You sighed in defeat. No matter how much you appreciated your time alone, you had to go back and face reality. You came to this place to have fun and not to brood around.

There was no way of telling how long you stayed outside. Lost in your thoughts, you lost track of time and your way at the same time. And as the realizing of your situation had finally dawned on you, you groaned in despair at your own stupidity. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You spun around yourself trying to find your footsteps in hope to find your way back except the snow had covered it. You were doomed. Completely, utterly doomed.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to regain composure. Panicking was pointless, you had to keep your head up and think of a way to get back to the cottage. You tried to see if there was any light that could indicate the way - there was none. You walked around but still no cottage in sight.

“I’m fucked.”

To add to the falling snow, the wind was getting stronger and so much colder. Quickly, you realized that it was getting dangerous for you to stay outside.

“Y/N?” A familiar and warm voice came from the woods.

Your heart missed a beat in both hope and happiness. He had come for you, you were saved. “I’m here!”

“Oh thank god!” The moment Changbin saw you, his face relaxed in relief. Without hesitation, you ran, jumping in his opened arms. Not only you were cold but you were also terrified of what could have happened if he hadn’t found you. He caught you easily and wrapped his strong arms around your body.

“You’re okay?” He asked, patting your head.

You sniffed and unwillingly let go of him. “Yeah. Just freezing.”

“Good.” He said and then the frown was back. He put his arms on your shoulders and squeezed - not hard enough to actually hurt, but enough to make his point. “What the hell were you thinking?! Do you know how dangerous it is by night? What if I haven’t found you?”

Now that he put it like that, your idea of having a moment for yourself was indeed very bad and stupid. A tiny part of you wanted to protest, to defend yourself but one look at Changbin’s face was enough to stop you from saying anything other than “I’m sorry.”

He huffed in return. “You better be.”

Changbin eyed you from head to toe and clicked his tongue in disapproval. Without a word, he put his own beanie on your head and wrapped his scarf around your neck.

“Come on. Let’s go back.” He took your hand and led the way.

Maybe thinking that Changbin was the perfect knight in shining armor was a mistake on your part. While you were so happy seeing him, you forgot a tiny detail: Changbin was not the kind of guy who thought things through.

You walked for what felt like an eternity and still no sight of the cottage. You didn’t want to make any comment in case Changbin would snap at you and remind you that this whole disaster was of your own making, but you were getting worried all over again.

“Changbin?” You tried, your voice coming out weaker than planned. You cleared your throat. “Are you sure you know the way back?”

“Of course.” He answered too quickly for your liking and didn’t look back at you.

You wished his answer was comforting but it wasn’t. After five more minutes of walking in the darkness, you finally tug on his hand and made him stop.

“Let’s be honest: we’re lost.” You stated the obvious.

“No, we’re not.”

“Changbin, we’ve been walking for a while and no cottage. We’re lost.”

“Fine!” He groaned, defeated. “Yes, we are. But I’m trying to find the way back. Once again, why the hell did you need to leave?”

“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” You dared being sarcastic when really, it was entirely your fault.

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m sorry! But you’re no better! Talking about a savior.” You muttered the last part.

It wasn’t your intention to snap at him but Changbin knew how to push all your buttons.

“Say that again.”

There was definitely something wrong with you. Instead of feeling intimidated as he definitely intended, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that angry Changbin was hot. You shook your head, scolding yourself silently.

“Nope. You heard me the first time.” You finally said but stubbornly looked him in the eyes, daring him to call you out again.

Changbin ruffled his hair in frustration. “You’re driving me crazy and not in a good way.”

You shrugged (even if his comment brought some unholy images to your mind). “What can I say? I’m charming!”

If your first day on this vacation was already that bad, you couldn’t imagine what the rest would look like. You walked in silence some more, both freezing. Luckily for the two of you, you came upon a place that could, hopefully, save your life. It wasn’t your cottage but it looked like an abandoned cabin. It was small and a tad gloomy but at least it would protect you from the snow and the wind.

There wasn’t much inside, not to say there was absolutely nothing, but at least it had a roof and walls and enough space to make fire without burning the whole place. Changbin surprised you with how easily, and despite the darkness outside, he gathered the woods and made a small fire. It wasn’t perfect, far from it, but it helped to warm your frozen muscles.

After your little fight, the tension got so thick you could cut it with a knife. You, too stubborn and petty, while Changbin preferred to keep to himself until he calmed down. It didn’t last. The moment Changbin noticed how you kept shivering despite the fire, his resolution to ignore you crumbled.

“Come here.” He sighed and patted the spot next to him.

You knew, at least the rational part of you, that it was a good idea but the stubborn you refused to give in so easily after his accusations.

“Y/N, I swear to god,” Changbin’s patience was running thin. Usually, he would indulge you, but he was tired and cold – he was ready to snap at you. “Stop being so damn stubborn and come here.”

A ‘fuck you’ was on the tip of your tongue but you restrained yourself on time.

“Fine.” You accepted just because the spot beside him looked warmer than yours. You crawled as quickly as you could but Changbin got you by surprise. Instead of letting you sit beside him, he pulled you right between his legs. “What-“

You found yourself trapped in his arms, between his legs. Your back pressed against his chest, Changbin pulled his coat over your bodies. You couldn’t tell whether the sudden warmth was coming from the fire or the fact that you were pressed so hard against him.

“Better?” He hummed against your head.

For your body? Definitely. For your heart? Not so much. Scared that your voice would betray you, you chose not to answer and instead simply nodded your head and pressed yourself a little further against him.

“Good.” Changbin rested his head in the crook of your neck, nudging it gently with his nose. His warm breath fanning over your skin – you wanted, desperately, to feel his lips on your skin. There was no way you could survive spending the night in his arms. “This can’t get any worse, can it?”

You snorted at that. “Sure it can – just give me a minute.”

“Please, don’t.” And with that his hold on you tightened as if it could stop you from summoning another disaster.

“Now that you’re trapped – Mind to tell me what got you so pissed, you had to leave in the middle of a storm?”

The safest thing to do would be to get out of his arms (as if you were strong enough) and ignore his question. But truth to be told, it felt way too nice to be in his arms. In his arms, you could be delusional for a moment and pretend that he wasn’t just your roommate, that he wasn’t just your crush, but something more.

“Y/N…” You shuddered at the way he called your name. Dark with a hint of a warning. His lips were dangerously close to your ear, you could almost feel his teeth on your earlobe.

“It’s-it’s nothing.” You stuttered and you cursed yourself for being so affected with Changbin’s presence.

If you thought the cold would be the death of you, you were wrong. Changbin would.

“Nothing?” He repeated, not buying your little lie.

Changbin knew exactly what was wrong with you. He had known it for a while. It wasn’t his intention to trick you and make you believe that he was just a friend and nothing more but he had to admit that driving you crazy was a tad amusing and he couldn’t resist. Until tonight at least. The little game could have turned into a real disaster – he regretted it the moment you left the safety of the cottage.

“I think you don’t like Mina that much.” Changbin finally said. It was game over. “I think, you left because you saw her touching me.”

He placed a kiss right bellow your ear which gave you goosebumps all over your body – you completely froze in his arms, unable to breath, unable to think.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“Changbin-“

“But also, incredibly dumb for putting yourself in such a dangerous situation.”

“And the moment is ruined.” You groaned and tried to free yourself from his arm. For a second, he let you believe that you had the upper hand by letting you stand up. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you right on top of him. You were ready to protest, to curse him for being such a little shit, but your words died on the tip of your tongue as you realized that one, you were straddling his thighs and two he was hard.

“Why the hell are you hard?” You couldn’t stop yourself from commenting.

Changbin was torn between the wish to laugh at your comment or groan – and they said he was the slow one. “Why? Because, believe it or not, I’ve been dying to fuck your brain out.”

A part of you had heard him, loud and clear, however you couldn’t believe it. Changbin had never showed any sign of interest in you, right?

“Ha ha, very funny.” You averted your eyes from his face, unable to look at him without actually imagining what he could do to you. If only it wasn’t a joke.

Changbin groaned at your reaction. Before you could even think about pulling out of his laps, he gently grabbed your chin and forced you to look back at him. “You’re such a dummy.” And just like that he pressed his lips against yours. A kiss that took you completely off guard. In fact, you couldn’t believe it was happening. It was soft, gentle but so sweet.

“What-“ You tried to find your words but Changbin shut you up with another peck as if he had found the perfect way to shut you up and to make you speechless.

You blinked, realizing that he was half playing with you half teasing you. “Changbin!” Another peck. “Can you-“ and another. You groaned and threw your arms in the air in despair before grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer to you, crashing your lips against his for a much stronger and needier kiss.

Changbin’s hands went to the curve of your ass, giving it a strong squeeze that made you groan into the kiss, made you press yourself harder against him.

Overwhelmed, you broke the kiss, only to press your forehead against his. You closed your eyes to fully enjoy the moment. You were in his arms, kissing him. Maybe those holidays were a benediction.

“So,” Changbin started, “Are you going to admit that you were jealous?”

“Fine! Yes, I was. Happy?”

“Yes. Can we date now?”

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