#jungkook drummer au

[lcksndkys]

Pairing: JJK x reader

Genre: smut, angst, minors DNI

Word count: 7.2k

Warnings: brief allusions to past cheating, protected sex, nipple play, fingering, male masterbation, handjob. 

Summary: In a time when love seems out of reach, you are only ready for no-strings-attached companionship, but Jungkook is persistent and seeks to show you that true love is patient and kind. Starting from the beginning, this is the story of the TWOYH couple.

A/N: wow never thought i’d actually start this series, but here we are with ch1 finally done! thank you to @jinpanman​ @wwilloww​ @sahmfanficbts​ for your continued encouragement, without you wonderful humans, i would never have started/continued writing <3 and to anyone who read this, i would love to hear your thoughts, so please feel free to hit that ask button and talk to me :)

Feet aching, you glare daggers at your best friend. It’s been a few years since you’ve been to a venue like this- small and cramped with sticky floors and abysmal air circulation. You had a very long and arduous week at work finalizing the acquisition of a small underground band that ended up falling through at the last moment. Disappointed to have nothing to show for your efforts, all you want to do is go home to a hot shower and then fall asleep to the next episode of whatever true crime docu-series you have lined up on Netflix. 

But Yeona had begged you, claiming the band was really good and she was sure you would enjoy their sound. And of course you caved to her. Part of you wanted to collapse into the peace of your quiet home, but if you were honest with yourself, you also didn’t want to be home alone in an empty apartment on a Friday night. 

Tonight, there’s a local band lined up to play at The Magic Shop, and from the looks of it, they’re already pretty popular. You scan the crowded bar looking for Jeon Yeona’s unmistakable electric blue hair. 

Spotting your roommate at one of the few tables off to the side, you make a bee-line for her. You drop into the only other bar stool at the small table. “I can’t believe I let you drag me out to this dump,” you grunt, flicking her ear in greeting.

“Oh come on, you love me. Plus, I promise they’re good!” she retorts, slapping your offending hand away. 

You catch up over the next half hour while waiting for the band to perform.

The sudden clamor of girls screaming alerts you to movement on the stage. Your eyes widen in surprise at the sight before you.

Five men begin setting up various instruments, mics, and amps, occasionally throwing shy smiles and waves to appease their crowd. Each man is beautiful in his own right, but there is one in particular that catches your eye. You squint in disbelief. Is that-

“-Jungkook?!” you exclaim, eyebrows shooting up into your hairline in surprise.

You hadn’t seen much of Yeona’s little brother since graduating high school, only hearing small tidbits from your friend over the years. The last time you saw him, he was a sweet but shy, gangly teen with teeth too big for his mouth and a nose too big for his face. 

Puberty sure was generous with him.

Tonight, he’s dressed in a black-on-black casual ensemble. Ripped black jeans and a cut off tank expose his muscular arms and some of his ribs.

And is that an undercut? 

You sputter for a moment, thrown by the sight of him.

As a kid, Jungkook used to tag along with you and Yeona, but as he got a little older, stopped hanging around you altogether. You always wondered what happened to him.

You turn to Yeona who smiles sheepishly at you. 

“I was hoping that you’d pass on Beyond the Scene’s mixtape to those R-Kive execs,” she confesses from behind her glass.

Your mouth gapes in equal parts indignation and shock. 

“Please, babe, I wouldn’t ask you this unless I really thought they had a chance. Just watch them play and decide for yourself,” she pleads, hands clasped together, giving you her signature doe eyed pout.

At your hesitance, she grabs both your hands in hers, swinging them innocently between you, pouting childishly.

“Fine,” you sigh. You were already here and clearly the show was about to start. 

The stage lights start to brighten and you note, belatedly, that all band members have taken their positions on stage. 

Beyond the Scene begins to play, starting off their set with an upbeat number. Their music is a blend of catchy riffs, eloquent lyrics, and a perfect blend of vocals and rap. You’re surprised by the musicality of this small band. 

Critiquing the band internally, you reluctantly agree with Yeona. Highly energetic. Performance focused. Relatable music. Also, it doesn't hurt that all the band members are incredibly handsome.

You can already tell Namjoon would consider pursuing this band as an acceptable replacement for the botched acquisition this week. Yoongi would be a harder sell since you knew he was still pushing to sign a rapper instead.

You are captivated as Beyond the Scene engages with their audience, transitioning from song to song with the seamless experience of a band who has been together for years. The first several songs are energetic and bright and you unconsciously bop your head to the beat, swaying in your seat as the thrum of the music seeps into your bones. 

Winding down the song, you’re confused when the band suddenly starts clearing the stage. There’s unidentifiable murmuring caught on the mics as the friends exchange a few words. The keyboardist sets up a stool center stage while the prettiest man you’ve ever seen drags over a mic stand and winks into the crowd.

The excitement is palpable. It’s clear they’re expecting something.

Jungkook stands from behind his drum kit, pausing to take a deep breath before slowly creeping into the spotlight.

He takes a seat, fiddling with the rings on his fingers as he addresses their audience. 

“How’s everyone feelin?” he asks shyly. Jungkook’s greeting is met with loud approval. He smiles down into his lap as if unaccustomed to the praise.

Your eyebrows rise hearing the deepened timber of his voice. He sounds like a man now. 

“Um, I’m kind of nervous tonight,” he admits to the cooing audience. “There’s someone special here.”

His dark eyes sweep over the crowd a couple of times, finally flickering to your table where he holds your gaze for a split second before darting away. Heart in your throat, you belatedly realize you had been holding your breath.

What is happening?

“So, I decided to cover Never Not, by Lauv.” He speaks quietly into his mic, adjusting it to the appropriate height.

Surprising you yet again, Jungkook leans over to grasp the acoustic guitar, slinging the strap over his head and settling his fingers against the strings. He plucks at the strings a few times, tuning the instrument to his liking. But the way he clears his throat a few times while fiddling with his guitar has you thinking he’s nervous.

Tattoos blur into grey as his hand flies over the strings, his eyes slip closed as he loses himself in the song. 

You’re captivated by his voice, both melodic and soulful, as he sings about love long lost. With some coaching, his talent could lead to something real. This band could be big. 

Jungkook’s eyes stay closed for most of the song, only peeking open briefly on the chord progressions. With brows furrowed, he concentrates on expressing the emotion behind the lyrics.

With a final strum over the strings, the song ends and the crowd bursts into cheers. Jungkook’s head is still ducked, a small smile hanging off his lips, as he sets the guitar back on its stand.

Your eyes track his figure as he makes his way back out of the spotlight, getting comfortable behind his drums again. The rest of the band, who have been sitting scattered randomly on the outskirts of the stage, return to their posts.

“Isn’t our Jungkookie talented?” the pretty one asks the crowd. “Do you want to hear him sing more often?” He cups his ear to encourage the roaring of their fans to the chagrin of their drummer.

The boys giggle at Jungkook’s expense.

The bassist leans forward, bringing his heart shaped smile towards his mic. “Everybody! Did you see his muscles?” he mock-whispers salaciously while puffing out his chest and flexing his forearms and biceps. He turns back to get a glimpse of their shy drummer bashfully shaking his head. 

You cover your ears at the crowd’s raucous approval, laughing at the band’s antics. It’s clear that they adore embarrassing their friend.

There are a few more words thrown around, and someone calls Jungkook their “golden boy”. Behind him, Jungkook ducks his head, tucking some of his dark locks behind his ears. 

Eager to kick off the last half of their show, he clacks his drumsticks together, counting down into the next song and effectively ending their teasing.

The band launches into the final few songs, seeming to pick up in momentum the closer they get to the end of their set. Feeding off the energy from their audience, Beyond the Scene plays every verse and chorus like it’s their last song of the night.

Sweat dripping down his face and pooling in his clavicles, Jungkook’s exposed arms flex with the power he pounds into his drums. The rest of the night your eyes flick to and from Jungkook’s form as you fight the urge to watch as he performs.  

By the end of the show, you admit to yourself that this band has appeal. They’re clearly talented and passionate about their music. And having five good vocalists in a five-piece band was unheard of. They’re definitely unique. You decide you just might include BTS’s mixtape in the next talent acquisition meeting.

Entering the bar, Yeona immediately picks a small table in between two larger ones while you order drinks for the two of you.

You’re about to ask about the extra seats when- 

The doors fly open, accompanied by squeaking laughter and a flurry of limbs in dark clothing as five men playfully shove at each other.

Tilting your head in interest, you watch the band banter as they make their way into the bar. 

Yeona follows your gaze with a sheepish smile. 

“I hope you don’t mind, but I invited the boys too,” she shrugs. 

You sigh, swirling the slowly melting ice in your drink. You know what she’s playing at now.

The loud squeaking laugh rings out again and you trace it back to the keyboardist. He playfully punches Jungkook in the side, following up with a neck chop causing the younger man’s face to krinkle in laughter. 

They play-fight all the way to the bar where Jungkook wraps his arm around his friend’s neck, placing him in a chokehold. Peals of hysterics carry across the bar, a palm smacking repeatedly on the smooth table top in surrender.

From a distance, you observe the interactions between the band members. 

As Jungkook shadow boxes with the keyboardist, your gaze wanders to their bass player who is leaning halfway over the bar top to flirt with the bartender. 

The two guitarists are sipping from each other’s glasses as if trying to determine if they want to swap. One makes a face after drinking from both glasses while the smaller framed man laughs and accepts both drinks. 

Yeona follows your gaze, watching you watch the friends.

“Tae always makes Jimin order two just so he can try them. That dumbass never actually wants anything more than a sip though,” Yeona laughs. 

You raise a brow at her. It seems she is well acquainted with the band.

She tries to wave them over, but the boys are too busy ribbing each other and fiddling with their drinks to notice.

“Chim!” she calls out, arms up overhead and waving more aggressively. 

Snapping his head towards a familiar voice, the pretty guitarist spots Yeona across the bar. With a drink in each hand, Jimin leads the men towards your table with a confident grin. He takes the remaining seat at your small table while his friends scatter to pull up bar stools and rearrange the furniture to accommodate a larger group.

Setting down his drinks, he wipes a palm on his jeans. Extending it, he grasps your hand and introduces himself with a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I’m Jimin, but you can call me whenever.” 

You giggle at his ridiculous eyebrow wiggle, clearly joking with you. 

Somewhere behind him, Jungkook rolls his eyes at his friend’s outrageously flirtatious behavior. 

Next to him, their other guitarist sips from a glass bottle of coke. “We’ve heard a lot about you from Yeona. I’m Taehyung,” the guitarist says, reaching a long arm across the table to shake your hand delicately.

“All good things, I hope.” You lift a brow at your best friend who nods along genially. 

Jungkook peers over, partially hidden behind Jimin’s slim figure. “It’s nice to see you again,” he says quietly with a grin.

“It’s been too long,” you agree, nodding warmly. “You’ve grown up so much!” 

Shifting back behind Jimin, he frowns. 

Caught up in Yeona and Jimin’s analysis of tonight’s show, you completely miss how the crooked smile on Jungkook’s face falters. 

“Never Not isn’t what I thought Jungkook had been planning to cover tonight,” Jimin says thoughtfully. “He usually picks something more upbeat, but it seemed like people really liked it.”

“Oh, does Jungkook always perform a solo cover?” you are intrigued, looking between Jimin and Jungkook. It is highly unusual for a drummer to also be a vocalist, let alone proficient in guitar. You try to catch his eye, but Jungkook seems to be more interested in the condensation beading on his glass.

This seems to catch their bass player’s attention. “We started it years ago when Jungkookie was still a shy baby. It was just a joke; a way to get him used to the attention!” he laughs cheerily. 

Somewhere in the background, you hear the drummer groan in protest while everyone else cackles goodnaturedly. 

You tip back the rest of your drink, beginning to feel the warming effects of the alcohol. 

Diverting the attention off himself, Jungkook starts introducing you to the rest of the band, silently hoping none of his other friends would blatantly flirt with you the way Jimin had.

“Hobi came up with the idea and the rest of the band kinda just pushed me into it.” Jungkook rubs a rough hand up and down his cheek, remembering how uncomfortable he had initially felt.The first time, he covered a popular pop song. With the familiar song, he had hoped that people would help sing along to drown out his vocals. Instead, the buzz of the venue seemed to dim, his clear voice cutting through and touching the hearts of the few dozen people present. 

“And the old man is Jin,” Jungkook says, eager to change the subject and points to their keyboardist. “He’s not funny, so please don’t feel obligated to laugh at his jokes.” 

“Yah! I raised you better than that!” Jin squawks. He’s waving a frantic finger at Jungkook, leading to another round of play fighting.

You giggle at their silliness, cheeks lifting with laughter as the group joins in on their shenanigans.

“Could I…” you trail off briefly to organize your thoughts. “Could I get a group shot of you guys and maybe individual pictures?” 

You fiddle with your phone, fingers clumsy and head light, tapping open the camera app and looking expectantly at the boys.

Five pairs of eyes shift around the table. 

It’s Jimin that breaks the silence. “You’re not obligated to anything, you know?” He shifts in his seat to square up to you. “We know Yeona asked you to put a good word in for us at R-Kive, and just to set the record straight, we don’t expect anything.”

Your head tilts in curiosity. “So, you’re passing up an opportunity to have your mixtape reviewed by a music agency?”

“We want it to be real,” comes Jungkook’s quiet, but assured reply.

The rest of the group nods in agreement. 

“We want to be signed for our talent, not for who we know,” he continues. “But thank you, I- we- appreciate it.”

You take a moment to analyze the band in front of you and chose your next words wisely. They could be the next big group.

“Look, we just met but I think you guys have the talent. I think you could make it big; get your music out there,” you raise a brow at Jimin. “Why not have a meeting with Joon and Yoongi, before you make a decision.”

You fumble through your purse for a business card, sliding across the table to the lead guitarist.

The rest of the band looks to Jimin as he studies the information on your card. Reaching a tentative hand out, he picks at a corner of the card while he looks around the table before pocketing it. 

Jimin crosses his arms. “We’ll think about it.”

The table is silent for a few moments, then Jin passes a napkin to your best friend. “Don’t lose this. I’m going to be famous,” he hoots. 

Yeona unfolds it to reveal the vague outline of his lip print in tinted lip balm, laughing at his zeal.

And just like that the awkward tension is broken. Midnight comes and goes as you enjoy getting to know the boys and reacquainting yourself with Jungkook. You find that Jungkook is good company, making you laugh with his quiet jokes and competitive behavior.

Seokjin with his squeaky laughter easily charms you with his dorky jokes and wild gestures, made even more entertaining after he bought the next round of drinks. Hoseok is warm and bubbly, an interesting contrast to his more aggressive rapper stage persona. Jimin, the pretty one, is naturally flirty and affectionate, often draped over his bandmates. With his outgoing personality, you’re not surprised that he seems like the unofficial leader. You have a more difficult time analyzing Taehyung; he seems friendly enough, but somewhat guarded with you. 

And Jungkook. Jungkook is the same boy you knew growing up- easygoing and goofy- only now he looks much more mature. You’d even call him manly, you can’t help but think with a shiver. 

He’s lost in the haze of the alcohol and the sweet cadence of your voice. Seeing you in the crowd tonight had his heart thumping and stomach twisting like he was 13 years old again. 

You’re all happily buzzed and it starts feeling more and more like you’re catching up with some old friends rather than making new ones. 

“Come on, let’s take your photos,” you raise your phone up and beckon to Jimin who poses with one arm across the back of Taehyung’s seat, a teasing smile directed at you.

You snap a few shots before turning to the band’s rhythm guitarist. Legs spread wide, Taehyung stares deep into the camera unblinking, before succumbing to giggles when Jimin jabs him repeatedly in the side.

Taking headshots of Hobi and Jin goes much like it did for the two guitarists. You get a couple of serious pictures before they dissolve into laughing fits. Although incredibly handsome, most of Jin’s photos come out goofy with his eyes wide and mouth open in the midst of yelling at a band mate.

Inspecting the initial photos for quality, you quickly text the photos to Yeona so the boys could review and approve them. Gathering around Yeona, they dwarf her smaller figure with their enthusiasm. 

“Jungkook, you’re last. Smile,” you ask, focusing on his boyishly handsome face. 

He looks past the phone aimed at his visage, seeing the tip of your tongue poking out from behind your teeth as you focus on getting the perfect angle and lighting. 

Head spinning and endeared with your familiar habits, his eyes drop to his hands in his lap. 

“Come on, Kook-ah,” you urge him to look up. Reaching out, you tip his chin up. 

Bolstered with liquid courage, he catches your wrist as you let go. His palms feel large, fingers long, wrapping delicately around you and pulling you closer.

You stumble a little, easily thrown off balance by the alcohol in your system. Throwing out a hand, you catch yourself on Jungkook’s shoulder. 

Oh, he’s built.

“You can take more pictures of me alone in my room later,” he whispers playfully against the shell of your ear. 

“Jeon Jungkook!” you sputter, scandalized. “You can’t-” your eyes flicker towards Yeona who is still distracted, “say things like that.” You laugh it off, hiding your flushed face behind your phone as you capture the typically shy, but alluring drummer. 

“I’m a man now,” he replies simply. Wry smile on his face, he tips his head to the side looking past your phone and directly at you. 

Heart pounding in your ears, you focus on taking his photos, refusing to linger on the mischievous, albeit crooked, smile on his face.

You take a short series of group photos of Beyond the Scene, getting a variety of silly and serious ones.

Deciding on one last drink, you stand and offer to buy the next, and likely last, round. 

“I’ll help you carry them.” Jungkook is quick to offer his assistance. With a gentle hand at the small of your back, the two of you make your way through the crowd and towards the bar. 

“Oof,” you grunt, taking a hasty step back when someone roughly bumps into you.

A strong arm wraps protectively around your waist helping to steady you, but it all fades into the background at the sight in front of you. 

A sudden weight in your chest drops heavy on your legs as if cementing you in place. 

“Taewoo.” You feel your mouth moving, lips curving around the familiar syllables.

Your ex-boyfriend looks momentarily stunned, eyes that used to shine with love now widen in shock. You hate that he’s still as stupidly handsome as the day he left you.

“Oh, do you two know each other?” says a feminine voice.

Torn from your haze, your eyes flick over to the pretty brunette wrapped around his arm, who’s sweetly (re: cluelessly) looking between the two of you. 

“We-”, Taewoo begins.

“- go way back. College friends.” You cut him off. Feeling hot pressure behind your eyes, you feel the frustrating yet impending tears threatening to spill over.  You need to get out of there ASAP.

She coos, hand rubbing up and down his arm. “Almost 8 months together and I still haven’t met all your friends!” 

Eyebrows flying up into your hairline, your head snaps back to look up at your ex who is looking more and more uncomfortable. You had only broken up several months ago, the sting of heartbreak still a familiar pang in your chest. A taped up box of his leftover belongings still sits in your closet, haunting you from its cluttered depths. You feel foolish to think he’d ever want you back.

“We just celebrated our anniversary and Taewoo wanted to stop by this bar for a drink,” she beams up at him.

The low lighting hides the shine over your eyes and the quivering of your lip. Taewoo had broken up with you earlier this year- citing a change of heart- after dating for three years. While you had thought you were about to take the next step in your relationship, he was clearly exploring other options. Instead of a ring, you got a cardboard box of your personal effects.  

Hand still on your back, Jungkook feels the way you tremble under his light touch. One look on your devastated face and he has a pretty good idea what’s going on.

“Ah, sorry, but we were just leaving,” he steps in, quickly steering you away from the happy couple and towards the safety of the outdoor patio. 

In a daze, you let the pressure on your spine lead you through a sea of bodies. 

Once outside, you breathe deeply allowing the fresh, crisp air to cool the aching in your chest. Jungkook stands closeby, running a soothing palm up and down your back. To his surprise, you lean into his touch allowing him to comfort you.

Breath shuttering, you look up at Jungkook with sad, watery eyes. Taewoo had been the most recent in a string of men who made promises they didn’t keep.

“Why doesn’t anyone want me?” 

It’s a rhetorical question, but in this moment, gazing down into your sorrowful eyes with alcohol lowering his inhibitions, it's one that he feels compelled to answer. Pulling you gently against his chest, his arms wrap around your shaking frame. 

If sober, Jungkook would never had the confidence to utter the next few words. You feel him inhale against you deeply. In, then out. “I want you,” he whispers into your crown. “I want you.”

You gulp. You can’t, right?

Pressing you against the wood, his hands wander under the hem of your top to eagerly map out your curves. Connected at the lips, you open your mouth wider sending your tongue deep into the recesses of his mouth to lap against the wet heat of his tongue. You suckle at the lipring curved around the bottom corner of his lower lip making Jungkook growl into your mouth and pull you into his chest.

You blindly feel for the doorknob, desperate for privacy on the other side. Jungkook groans into your neck, sucking harshly at your skin when you break from him to dig your keys from your purse. Eventually, you get the stubborn door unlocked sending the two of you stumbling across the threshold in a tangle of limbs.

Heart racing and breathless, you drop your purse to the floor and pull him by the hand towards your bedroom. 

His voice is deep when he chuckles. 

"For the record, I never thought this would actually happen," he rasps, winding his strong arms around your waist. He pulls you in to reacquaint your lips.

"Shut it," you snap and push him towards the bed. 

"Make me," he bites back with a smirk.

Kissing him one last time, you step back to pull your top off and quickly make work of your bra as well. Breasts bouncing as you haphazardly discard your clothing.

Going momentarily quiet, Jungkook’s gaze is drawn to your exposed chest, eyes roaming from your clavicles down the slope of your breasts taking in your topless figure. Heat tingles through you, lighting up every nerve ending at his blatant appreciation of your body. Your nipples pucker under his intense gaze.

His attention inflates your ego. Jungkook makes you feel desired. Your stomach lurches at the thought.

You roll your eyes and push the feeling down.

“Come on. We have to be quick,” you urge him. As you left the bar, you had texted Yeona letting her know that you were headed home early and she had responded that she would drive the rest of the band home. Which meant you had limited time alone.

Your fingers are quick to pull his shirt from his pants, quickly unbuttoning to push it from his broad shoulders. 

Jungkook just smiles down at you pleased with your enthusiasm. 

It takes no further encouragement for him to remove the rest of his clothing as you watch. 

“Be a good boy for me and lay down on the bed,” you command.

Happily obliging you, he settles atop your sheets propping himself up with his back against the headboard. 

Completely nude and wearing nothing but a smile, he laces his fingers and tucks his hands behind his head.

Your eyes roam his lithe body. Thick neck sitting atop a well muscled torso and held up by powerful thighs, he truly is a very attractive man. Tattoos cover his entire right arm and most of the right side of his chest, extending down his ribs, and you can’t help but feast on the black and grey art decorating his body.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” he says cockily, spreading his legs wider to showcase his rapidly fattening cock. 

You laugh at his pseudo arrogance, rolling your eyes at his snark and trying to forget that this is Yeona’s brother. You focus on his body and ignore your conscience. 

“I want you to touch yourself,” you instruct as you peel off your skirt.

Eager to please you, he begins obediently stroking himself while watching as you sensually undress for him.

“Faster,” you demand, joining him on your bed. Reclined with legs spread, you reveal the dampness that has gathered between your thighs.

Eyes dropping to your center, Junkook whimpers, but compiles, hand speeding up as he jerks his thickening length. 

You watch as he pleasures himself for you, eyes roaming his impressive physique, you rub yourself through your panties. 

“Do you want a taste?” you slip your fingers under the scrap of underwear to your slippery folds. Gathering some of your arousal, you offer him a sample of your wetness.

Craning forward, his tongue greedily laps at your fingertips groaning at your flavor. The hand fisting his cock speeds up as he cleans the slick off your digits. 

He pants, feeling precum dribbling generously from the slit and using it to swirl his hand on the upstroke to tug on the sensitive tip. 

“Don’t cum yet,” you command.

You let Jungkook pump his cock for another minute, mesmerized by the black ink that blurs with the speed of his hand. Satisfied that he’s fully hard you deliver your next command.

“Stop.”

He whines, but obeys your instruction, letting go of his throbbing erection as it bobs above his abdomen, heavy with his desire.

Jungkook is incredibly pliant for you, attention focused entirely on your movements. You preen under his amorous gaze, fingers going back under your panites to swipe at your clit. “What do you think of when you touch yourself?” you ask him.

He answers truthfully. A fantasy he’s had since he learned how to touch himself.

“You, in my clothes, with nothing on underneath,” he whispers. 

Making a show of rubbing yourself under your panties, you moan at his confession. 

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” he breathes. 

You regard him for a moment reveling in his fucked out expression. Eyes dazed with desire and cock leaking for you, Jungkook is the epitome of sin. And he wants you, unlike someone else. 

“No- ”

You smirk at his pout.

“- You’re going to let me fuck you,” you simper at him. You peel off your panties and flash him a quick glimpse of your glistening cunt.

Crawling the short distance to him, you swing a leg over him to straddle his lap.

His eyes drop immediately to your tits. With your newfound proximity, he can feel the heat coming off you in heady waves. 

“Do you want me?” you ask him.

His eyes shoot up to meet yours. “More than anything,” he groans. “Please let me touch you.”

Confidence soaring, you grab his hands and place them atop your breasts, encouraging him to play with your tits. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so hot,” he whines, feeling the fullness of your chest in his hands. “And all mine.”

Mine. But only for tonight, you think.

Giving him free rein to touch your body as he pleases, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and send one hand into his hair. With a firm grip, you lean back a little and direct his panting mouth towards your breasts.

Feeling his warm lips wrap around your nipple, your eyes slip closed as you moan out wantonly. Gently suckling it to a peak, his tongue laps against your pebbled bud sending jolts of arousal to your cunt.

Jungkook’s hand trails down the front of your pelvis, slowly creeping south giving you ample time to stop him. The other wraps securely around your waist. 

“More,” you pant. “Touch me.”

Eager to fulfill your request, Jungkook slides his tattooed digits against your slickened folds. Finding your clit, he rubs gentle circles spreading your slick around your sensitive pearl making you whimper in pleasure. Jungkook kisses across your chest to suckle at your other nipple, temporarily diverting your attention from his wandering fingers. Muffled against you, he grunts in appreciation when you tug at his long hair. 

He slides a lone finger into your tight passage, cock twitching in excitement to finally feel you around him. Pumping slowly in and out of you, he basks in sounds of your delight.

“Another,” you demand, hips grinding against his hand.

Unwilling to unlatch from your nipple, he expresses his enthusiasm with a harsh flick against you. He obeys you quickly, slipping another finger into you feeling the way your pussy stretches to accommodate him. 

“Ah- fuck. You’re doing so good,” you praise him while he curls his fingers against your sweet spot.

With the way Jungkook pleasures you, it’s not long before you feel your climax begin to crest. Flattening out his hand, Jungkook grinds his palm against your clit as he curls his fingers, rubbing deliciously against your G-spot. The combination of his mouth lavishing your tits and his hand defiling your cunt has you tipping over the edge.

You moan into his ear as you cum, walls clenching rhymically around Jungkook’s digits. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm to help you ride it out. 

He unlatches from your breast when he feels your hand push at his arm. Pulling out of your cunt, he slips his glittering fingers into his mouth to polish off your essence. 

You bury your face into his neck, nipping and kissing up and down the thick muscles until he’s a whining mess under you. 

Unwinding your arms from around his shoulders, you slide your hands up and down his chest watching as his breaths come out shaky and uneven. You let your nails scratch lightly over his tattooed skin and catch over a nipple causing his cock to quiver where it rests against his groin.

Smiling, you reach between your bodies and grip his dick in a firm hold. He gasps as you jerk him a few times.

“Condom?” you ask.

“Wallet- back pocket,” he croaks flopping onto his back against your pillows.

You lift off his lap and quickly locate his discarded jeans. Digging through the pockets, you find his wallet, and as promised, a thin square packet. 

Returning to Jungkook who’s eyes have not left your figure, you sit atop his lap again. Ripping open the foil, you pinch the tip and place the condom against the dusky head quickly rolling it on and wipe the excess lube off your hand off on your sheets. 

“Tell me you want this,” you ask one last time, lining him up to your fluttering entrance.

“More than anythin- ahhhh!” comes his reply, cut short when you start to slowly sink down onto him.

You feel Jungkook tighten his hold around your hips letting your control your descent, fingertips dimpling the soft flesh as he fights against his instinct to sheath himself into your depths.

You moan at the initial pinch of his thick length stretching your walls apart. Hands on his chest, you stabilize yourself as you take him shallowly at first. Your hips rise and fall, slowly fucking him deeper and deeper into you.

You feel him shudder when he finally bottoms out. Ass flush against his thighs, your toes curl feeling the way Jungkook fills you.

Head tipped back, you pant quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of his turgid length, stuffing you full.

You set a fast pace, grinding back and forth, rubbing your clit on his pubic bone with his cock nestled deep within your walls.

“Ah, fuck. You’re so sexy… feels so, ah- so good,” Jungkook babbles, overwhelmed.

Looking down at him, you see a man in the throes of pleasure. Brow furrowed and jaw clenched, his eyes shine as he gazes longingly up at you while your silken walls tighten around him. Further south, his hair is matted to his skin, sparkling in your slick as you continue rocking back and forth. 

He pants your name repeatedly, hands wandering up and down your back, catching on the curve of your shoulder, down the column of your spine, and cupping your ass as you start bouncing, knocking a low groan from his soft lips.

Dropping your hips forcefully against him, you fill your bedroom with the sounds of moaning and slapping skin. 

Pliable beneath you, Jungkook whimpers desperately. Sweat beads on his hairline as he fights off his orgasm, refusing to cum before you. He’s fantasized about this moment for years and would be damned if he disappointed you.

Above him, you enjoy the control. After everything you’ve been through, you need it. 

“I’m getting close,” he warns.

You reach down feeling for the crux of your coupling to gather some of your slick off his cock using it to rub tight circles around your clit while you continue to bounce on him. 

Mewling in pleasure, you urge him to lift his pelvis to drive deeper into you. 

Leaning back, your hand settles on his thigh giving him the perfect view of your jiggling tits as you continue to impale yourself on his cock. The change in position presses him snugly against your front wall as you pound on him.

He looks from your blissed out face, to your breasts, and ultimately lands on your glittering pussy that’s stretched around his throbbing length. 

Wanting to give you everything, Jungkook plants his feet against your bed for leverage and wraps an arm around your hips, pulling you close as he pistons his pelvis up to meet your downward thrusts. 

Pushing your hand aside, he brings a hand down to your mound and uses his thumb to rub at your clit.

“Oh, fuck Jungkook,” you cry out as he swirls in tight circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’m gonna-” you gasp, feeling yourself fall over the precipice.

He growls, feeling your cunt tighten around him. Thighs quivering, your fingers rake across his shoulders, desperate to grasp onto something to ground yourself. Jungkook doubles down on thrusting up into you while he uses his strength to help keep you upright. 

Head thrown back and moaning wantonly, pleasure surges from between your legs, consuming you. Seeing white, your body tingles in rapture as you unravel for the second time tonight. Your walls spasm wildly around him, milking his length and encouraging him to his end.

Your ears ring in the aftermath of an intense orgasm while Jungkook pants laboring to bring himself to climax.

“Cum for me,” you urge him. “Come on, cum for me.” Caressing his neck and shoulders, you feel his muscles ripple with urgency. 

You remember how his dick twitched earlier and you stealthily card your nails down his pectorals before landing on his nipples. Taking them between your thumb and index fingers, you gently roll and twist making him howl in ecstasy.  

Jungkook cums with a pitchy whine, wrapping strong arms around you to hold you close as his cock erupts deep inside you. He thrusts shallowly into your heat several more times to draw out his pleasure while he fills the condom with his release. 

Heavy with post orgasm endorphins, Jungkook’s arms slacken from their vice around your waist allowing you to climb off him letting his slowly wilting length land with a soft splat against his thigh. 

Still panting, you amble into the bathroom on shaking legs leaving a smiling Jungkook to clean the mess between your legs and search for something to cover your nude form. 

Finding a hoodie and pair of lounge pants, you tug them on. You spare a glance at Jungkook who is carefully removing the soiled condom and wiping himself off with some tissue from your bedside table. He tosses both into the trash and he settles back into your sheets.

“Come back to bed?” he asks with a shy, but sweet, smile. 

Hair mussed and chest flushed, Jungkook offers his open arms to you, inviting you into his warm embrace. Your heart stutters over a beat, surprised to find yourself wanting to return to his comforting hold. But seeing you suddenly dressed makes him feel strangely vulnerable. Maybe you aren’t into post-coital cuddling.

“Here,” you gulp, pushing down the swell of emotions in your chest. You toss him something dark and soft. 

He looks down at his clothes, confused. Maybe you just aren’t into cuddling with him. 

“You should leave before Yeona gets home.” You’re already standing by your open doorway, ready to usher him out of your bedroom.

“Oh, um, I just thought that- but, okay,” he says, fumbling his words. This isn’t how he was hoping tonight would end. 

Your heart pangs in your chest upon hearing the thinly veiled disappointment in his tone. 

Jungkook pulls on his shirt and stands to tuck his still wilting length into his briefs. He chances a quick look at you only to see that you’ve averted your eyes. He finishes dressing quietly.

He makes to slide between you and the open doorway, but you catch him by the elbow before he can escape to lick his metaphoric wounds. 

You desperately want to put that sweet smile back on his face, but your mind and heart are a mess. You’re not ready to open up again. Not now. Not to him or anyone else, and you desperately try to put together the words to express that to him.

Even after what the two of you just did, you can’t seem to meet his eyes. You opt to look just left of his ear as you explain yourself. 

“I had a lot of fun tonight, Jungkook,” you admit softly, as if afraid to be heard by invisible ears. “I want you to know that it’s not you, Jungkook. It’s just- I’m just not looking to start anything with anyone right now.” You gesture uselessly with a hand as if trying to pull words the right words from thin air.

That’s not exactly what he wants to hear, but it’s a start. He heard that you and Taewoo had a rough breakup, though the details had always been kept vague. 

“If you want, I can do casual. It doesn’t have to be serious,” he offers. If he can only have your body, well, that’s better than not having you at all, isn’t it?

You find yourself entertaining his offer. No strings attached pleasure is tempting, but you look at Jungkook and all you see are strings.  

“I had a lot of fun tonight, Kook-ah. You’re really- you made me feel really good, but I don’t think that would be a good idea,” you say gently.

Jungkook smiles halfheartedly in response, having no words with which to reply.

Things could get complicated fast, and you weren’t willing to risk Yeona’s friendship.

Jungkook makes to leave, but you grab onto his wrist with a last minute request.

“Please don’t tell anyone. Please, Kook-ah.”

He hesitates for a split second. 

“Yeah, ok. Thank you for tonight. I’ll see you around,” he mumbles. Eyes downcast, he exits your apartment, shutting the door quietly on this way out. 

Hearing his steps retreat into the night, you close the door and sag against the wood, drained emotionally and physically by the turn of events. 

Disappointed in yourself, you curl up in bed and breathe in the lingering scent of Jungkook on your sheets. That night you dream of flashing lights, nimble fingers on guitar strings, and buck teeth.

#bts #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #drummer!jk #rock band au #best friends brother au #fwb au #52hertz #btshoneyhive #jungkook scenario

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tear in my heart by samc_love

namjoon/jimin/jungkook

Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Polyamory, Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Majority of Bangtan are in a Rock Band, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Mutual Pining, Rapper Kim Namjoon | RM, Drummer Jeon Jungkook, Dancer Park Jimin

43.3k words

rating: E

In a world where soulmate marks appear when you meet your soulmate, Jeongguk feels hopeless knowing that the love of his life and also best friend, Kim Namjoon, will never be the one for him. Every time they meet he hopes that something appears on their skin, it's the only thing that keeps him from truly aching for his best friend. However pathetic it felt to have a huge crush on his best friend, he thought his silent pining was working pretty well until Park Jimin comes along. Jeongguk is heartbroken when Namjoon finds his soulmate, completely shocked to have to face the reality that someone else would be the love of Namjoon's life. And though his friends try to convince him of things Jeongguk thinks are completely untrue or agree with his wanting to move, as time goes by, Jeongguk realizes that things may be a little more complicated than he thought- love being right around the corner when he was never expecting it.

#ship: ot3 #ship: poly #ship: namjikook #namjoon/jimin/jungkook #au: soulmates #au: band #angst #pining #rapper namjoon #dancer jimin #drummer jungkook #ao3 #getting together #jimin ship #jungkook ship #namjoon ship #bts ficrec #bts fic rec

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blueberry haze | jjk

⟶title: blueberry haze

⟶ au: strangers to lovers

⟶ trope: one night stand

⟶ pairing: drummer!jungkook x f. reader

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ genre: smut

⟶wc: 6.6k

⟶warnings: little bit of dom!jk, mentions of drug use (marijuana), smut in the forms of: some breath play, choking, oral ( m & f receiving), lots of praise, some bondage type things, touch denial, unprotected sex (don’t do this, be smart)

⟶ summary: he had been eye fucking you from the stage all night. but you never expected anything to come of it. but when you run into the beautiful blue haired drummer after the show, you decide to let him show you some of his other talents.

⟶ authors note: this was supposed to be a quick little thing but you see where that’s ended up lol. This is some very self indulgent smut yall, not much plot for real. But it’s blueberry koo, and he’s my fav. Hope you enjoy, and as always send the feedback my way!

What was his deal?

The ridiculously good looking, blue haired drummer on stage was looking right at you. And he had been most of the night. You couldn’t help but stare back at him, it was impossible not to.

“He’s eye fucking you.” Your friend said into your ear as the band came back on stage for their finale.

“Is not.” But you knew he was. He was looking at you again already as he sat down on the stool behind his drum kit.

Big, veiny biceps gripped the drumsticks in his hands, slinging them around between his fingers effortlessly. You watched as he pushed the blue hair off of his forehead once more before the song started and he became immersed in the music. He was a sight to see.

“Whatever you say.” Your friend teased and you elbowed her side in hopes of making her shut up while you enjoyed the last song of the night.

Any small ounce of hope you had that the sexy drummer was going to pull you backstage after the show was quickly doused when the lights came on and the venue staff was ushering everyone outside. You wanted to punch yourself for even thinking it was a possibility. He was somewhat famous. He could have whoever he wanted, why on earth would he want you?

“I’m far too tired for any parties.” You tell your friend who has been tirelessly trying to convince you to go to the bars downtown. “You should call Mina or Cher, I’m sure they’re already there.” She pouts but finally agrees to let you head home to sulk.

You pull your jacket a little tighter around your body as you walk past some shops and restaurants. They’re all mostly closed at this point in the night, but some of the displays in the windows are comforting to see.

Dexters Diner comes into view just up ahead, the yellow lights on top flicker in and out as you get closer to the small building. You could suddenly smell coffee drifting into your nostrils, and without a second thought, your hand is on the door handle of the diner, pulling it open.

There’s hardly anyone inside. A few tables of rowdy drunks from the bars and a few night shift workers having their first meal of the day. You smile at the older woman behind the front counter who’s wearing a pikachu tshirt and her hair in braids.

“What’ll it be, sweetheart?” She says as you sit down on one of the stools.

“Coffee. And maybe one of those cinnamon rolls from the case, please?” You take off your coat when she nods and heads off to gather your order.

This is just what you needed to wind down. And in most cases coffee would do the opposite, but you know the warmth of it will make you sleepy in no time.

You smile again when she sets down the chipped coffee cup and oversized cinnamon roll in front of you. The two things together smell like absolute heaven. You breathe it all in once more before picking up the cinnamon roll and bringing it to your mouth for the biggest bite you can manage.

“What are the odds?” A voice says behind you, making you freeze mid-bite. You turn around, cinnamon roll still in your mouth to face the voice.

Oh no. Please no.

Blue haired drummer boy is standing right in front of you in all his beautiful glory.

“H-hi.” You mumble, realizing you have the huge cinnamon roll in your mouth, your eyes shoot open wide and you quickly scramble to turn back and sit the pastry on its plate and wipe your mouth.

“You’re adorable.” He says, his hand gently touching your shoulder and turning you back around to face him. “Didn’t think I was going to see you again.”

“Here I am.” You say stupidly, internally facepalming.

“Here you are.” He smiles and tilts his head curiously. “I’m Jungkook. What’s your name, cinnamon roll?”

“It’s _____. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.” You can’t believe this is actually happening.

“How’s the coffee?” He asks, sitting down on the stool next to you.

“Good I think. I haven’t actually drank it yet.” You turn back to face the counter, taking the coffee cup in your hands.

“Don’t let me stop you.” Jungkook slides his leather jacket off his shoulders, revealing a clean white shirt underneath, the sleeve of tattoos looking so stark against the white of the shirt.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you started talking to rockstar Jungkook, but it wasn’t this. The conversation was flowing so nicely. He was surprisingly funny and full of all kinds of useless facts. The kind that were so ridiculous that they were interesting. He seemed sweet surprisingly…sweet.

“Did you know it takes 700 grapes to make just one bottle of wine?” Jungkook says, popping a grape into his mouth from the fruit bowl he had ordered.

“You don’t say?” You start to laugh, but then feel one of Jungkook's feet rub against yours. Was he playing footsie with you?

You take the hint, crossing your legs and letting your foot glide up the side of his calf. You can tell he’s pretending not to notice, but the tattooed hand that was resting on the countertop is now ghosting over your own calf.

“Did you know a group of bunnies is called a fluffle?” Jungkook lets just his finger tips softly run over your knee.

“That doesn’t seem true.” It barely comes out a whisper. Your thighs squeeze together as he continues his touches.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asks after he notices the change in your voice. You look at him blankly for a moment before responding.

“Y-yeah. I mean sure, what do you have in mind?” You sit down your coffee cup with a shaky hand. Jungkook stands up from his seat, then leans down to cage you against the counter, his mouth coming to your ear.

“Each and every thought I’ve had about you since the moment I saw you in the crowd tonight, have been completely improper. And I would very much like to take you to my hotel room so I can show you what I’ve been thinking.” His words melt into your skin and find their way directly between your legs where they start a burning need.

“Okay.” Is all you can manage to say, eyes fluttering closed when you feel his tongue brush the shell of your ear.

“Good girl.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, thousands of goosebumps blanketing your skin in an instant. “Let me grab my stuff and we can head out.”

The jeans he’s wearing must have been painted on and he could not possibly be wearing any underwear with them, which was breath stealing all on its own.

“Jesus Christ.” You don’t mean to say it out loud, but of course he heard you.

“Like what you see?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you can’t help the ridiculous giggle that escapes you.

“I’ve had worse views.” You try to play it cool, taking another drink of the coffee that was lukewarm at this point. Jungkook laughs, then pulls his sweaty blue hair up into a messy bun on the back of his head. It should not be legal to be this hot.

“Come on then pretty girl, I’ve got other views to show you.” He quickly puts on his jacket and offers you his hand. You let him help you up and into your jacket as well.

There’s a sleek black car waiting around the backside of the diner and the two of you slide into the back seat. You aren’t sure what to do, so you reach for your seatbelt.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook reaches across you to stop your hand, suddenly in your space.

“Buckling my seatbelt? You know…safety.” You let him take your hand off of the seatbelt while he laughs.

“You’re adorable.” His eyes hold yours while his hand slips onto your thigh, gripping it tightly so that he can then slide you across the leather seat and closer to him. “But I have other ideas for the ride home.” You hope he doesn’t see how harshly you have to swallow, your throat feeling so tight.

“What ideas?” You let one of your hands rest on his thigh, touching the frayed strings of the tears in his jeans.

“First things first.” Jungkook places his pointer finger beneath your chin and lifts your face up to look at him. “Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks heat up immediately. He’s so unexpected. He radiates that cocky rockstar vibe, but he’s also sweet enough to ask permission before he kisses you. The whiplash might be your undoing.

“Yes.” You instinctively lean forward and he meets you halfway with that angelic smile of his on his face.

His lips are too soft. Too perfect. But they mold to yours and steal the breath from your lungs. His presence engulfs you and takes over all of your senses. Right now, there’s nothing else but Jungkook.

Coffee flavored tongue swipes against your lips and you want to taste it again so badly, dipping your tongue into his mouth until he hums in satisfaction. His tattooed hand slides up your arm and onto your shoulder until it reaches your neck, his thumb sliding up and down the column of your throat.

“Tell me something, pretty girl.” His mouth stays close to yours, lips still brushing as he speaks. “How do you feel about my hand around your throat?” His words take you aback for a moment until you realize what it is he wants to do.

“I’m okay with it.” You wrap a hand around his wrist and move his fingers into place at your throat.

“You’re not so innocent, are you baby?” Jungkook smiles wickedly and swallows your reply with his mouth. Kissing you roughly, noses and lips smashing against the others, tongues licking sloppily.

Jungkook applies a bit of pressure with his hand on your throat, testing to see how much you like. It doesn’t hurt, it feels amazing. You take his wrist again pushing harder and with more pressure, his fingers tightening and gripping the skin.

“More.” You whine into his kisses until he pulls back to look into your eyes.

“You’re getting me so hard right now.” You chance a look down at his denim covered crotch, eyeing the plentiful bulge forming there.

Of course his dick was huge, there couldn’t be any flaws with this man.

Jungkook begins tightening his hand again but doesn’t kiss you again. He wants to watch your face while he controls whether you take a breath or not. You swallow, barely able to get the saliva down your throat before your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. Jungkook moans and removes his hand, his mouth immediately devouring yours as you take in a long breath.

“You’re going to be so much fun.” Jungkook kisses down your neck, paying attention to the spots where his fingers just were. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” You answered too quickly, but he seems to find it amusing, smiling and pressing a kiss to your lips once more.

Your pussy is absolutely dripping. You can feel the stickiness between your legs and it’s almost embarrassing how wet you are after just a little breath play. What was going to happen once he was inside you? You shiver at the thought.

The car comes to a stop around the back of one of the nicest hotels in town. You’ve never stayed here, but you know this is where important people stay all the time. You start to feel the nerves creep back in at how famous Jungkook might actually be.

Jungkook opens the car door and starts to get out but notices that you haven’t moved to do the same.

“You know, I can have the driver take you home. We can stop right now.” He slides back into the car and brings your face around to look at him. “Because if you come upstairs I’m going to ruin you. I won’t stop until I’m convinced you’ve been so thoroughly fucked that you think of me every time you even think about being with another man.”

You take a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut when he presses a feather light kiss to your jaw.

“I don’t want to stop.” You’re barely able to muster out the words.

“Good girl.” He laces his tattooed fingers through yours and helps you out of the car. You expect him to let go of your hand as you walk inside, but he doesn’t. He holds your hand until you reach the elevator.

Once inside and the doors have sealed shut, Jungkook pushes you against the mirrored wall. You gasp out loud when his hips roll against yours, the hard outline of his cock more prominent than before.

“So fucking hard.” Another harsh roll of his hips, almost lifting your feet off the ground. Your breathing is rapid and uneven, the anticipation absolutely killing you. “Tell me how wet you are, baby. Please.” The words pour into your ear, all warm and inviting.

“Soaked.” You manage to croak out. Jungkook groans and slowly rolls his hips so that his cock rubs against your clit that was begging to be touched.

Just as you’re about to beg him to touch you, the elevator dings and the doors slide open to the floor jungkook had selected. You suddenly realize that anyone could see the two of you and you start to move out of his hold. But he has other ideas.

Jungkook grabs beneath your thighs and hoists them around his waist, making you squeal in the process. He walks out of the elevator with you in his arms towards his hotel room at the end of the hall.

“Jungkook…put me down.” Your eyes shoot open wide when you notice an older couple walking towards you. “Jungkook!” You gently push against his chest but he doesn’t let go.

“You think they care if I’m holding you? They were probably crazy back in their day.” Jungkook squeezes the globes of your ass in each hand as you pass the older couple, they don’t seem to care but you still feel blush rush to your cheeks. “Should we ask them if they want to watch?” He wiggles his eye brows and you smack his chest.

“No way! Are you crazy?” You half laugh.

“Not into sharing? That’s cool pretty girl, you don’t have to share me with anyone.” Jungkook props you up against the hotel room door while he digs for the key card in his pocket.

“You can put me down.” You say again.

“Hmm. No.” He finds the card and opens the door, lifting you higher in his arms before he carries you into the room. You roll your eyes, but let him continue to do it.

You look around at the room when he finally sets you down in front of the unmade bed. There were two open suitcases in front of the window, clothes scattered about. Some empty beer bottles and ash trays sat untouched on the night stand on one side of the bed. Typical hotel room of a traveling rockstar.

What wasn’t so typical though, were the comic books laying around in the rumpled blankets on the bed. You tilt your head with curiosity and pick one up, gently flipping through some of the pages.

“You like to read comics?” You ask Jungkook, who has started trying to shove things into his suitcases.

“From time to time. Something to keep my mind busy on tour.” He shrugs a little as he roughly moves the suitcases around. You smile to yourself and sit the comic back down before turning to sit down on the edge of the bed.

“You don’t need to do that.” Referring to him trying to clean up the mess in the room. Jungkook seems to listen, stretching his arms above his head before coming to stand in front of you where you sit on the bed.

“I need a shower. How about you, pretty girl?” His tattooed hand gently wraps around the back of your neck as he bends at the waist to be face to face with you.

“You want me to shower with you?” You realize how stupid it was to ask, but it was too late to take it back now. Jungkook laughs quietly.

“Amongst other things.” He smiles, lips the perfect color of pink, silver hoop pierced through the corner. “For example…” His hand slides up and around to your face, cupping your cheek and ghosting his thumb over your jaw. “I’d like to see your lips wrapped around my cock…fuck, that would be a sight to see.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and groans under his breath.

Jungkook stands up straight, but keeps his hand cupping your jaw, watching you as you think about what to do next. You keep your eyes on his for a moment, but then almost on their own, your hands find his denim clad thighs. You rub up the front of them a few times, but not touching his crotch that was getting harder by the moment.

“Be good, baby. Don’t tease me.” Jungkook sighs, thumbing at your bottom lip.

You take the opportunity to wrap your lips around his thumb instead, keeping your hands on his thighs. You suck his digit softly at first, tongue licking the length of it. You’re practically drooling around his thumb in anticipation of having his much bigger cock in your mouth.

Your hands move up his thighs to the button and zipper of his jeans, undoing them both. When you bring your eyes down to his waist, you can see that your earlier assumption of Jungkook not wearing any underwear was indeed correct. Fuck, he was too hot.

Just as you’re about to pull his jeans off of his hips, he stops you, and instead leans back over to kiss you roughly.

“What’s wrong?” You ask when your lips part from his with a wet smacking noise.

“Shower first. I’ve been sweaty, baby.” He kisses you again, almost making you fall back against the mattress with its force. He makes you absolutely dizzy with lust. “Come with me?”

“You want to shower before sex?” You ask.

“We can take one afterwards too, if you want.” He smiles and helps you up off of the bed.

You follow Jungkook to the bathroom, stupidly nervous. He was going to see you naked one way or another, why did this feel so strangely intimate? Too intimate for a one night stand.

There’s an ashtray with some half smoked joints sitting on the bathroom counter, along with some hair products and skin care type things. You’re almost too distracted to notice Jungkook pulling his shirt over his head.

“Do you smoke?” He asks.

“I have…it’s been awhile.” You watch as Jungkook picks up one of the joints and puts it between his lips.

“Nothing better than a shower joint. Except maybe a shower beer.” He laughs and digs for a lighter in his pocket. Once he’s retrieved it, he lights the joint and takes a very long drag.

“Can you smoke in here?” You ask, knowing you must sound so cringey for asking. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and holds the joint up to your lips.

“It’s blueberry haze. One of the best strands I’ve had.” Jungkook lets you take the joint, then casually shoves his jeans down to his ankles, stepping out of the denim and kicking them to the corner.

“Blueberry haze, you say?” Your words are distracted by his naked form. Broad chest and big arms. Tiny waist and…really big dick confirmed.

“Give it a try, pretty girl.” Jungkook watches as your eyes make their way back to his face, blinking so adorably.

You refocus your thoughts long enough to bring the joint to your lips and take a drag. The smoke fills your lungs and makes you cough, immediately handing it back to Jungkook, who rubs your back soothingly while you catch your breath.

“That’s…kind of strong.” You struggle to get the words out.

“You’re not naked enough.” Jungkook touches the hem of your shirt at your hip.

“Being naked helps with smoking weed?” You raise a questioning eyebrow, already beginning to feel it’s effects.

“I like to think so.” Jungkook slowly drags your shirt up and over your head, being delightfully met with the sight of your bare chest. “I’d love to have my mouth all over these.” Your shirt is long forgotten and so is your shyness.

“Why don’t you?” You take a step up closer to him, barely hearing the groaning noise he makes.

“Get these off.” He sticks his pointer finger just inside the waistband of your jeans, pulling at the material until it softly snaps back against your skin. You obey far too willingly, the blueberry haze in your mind making you feel extremely pliant.

You remove your jeans and underwear in a quick motion, kicking away the clothing and immediately reaching for Jungkooks skin, touching his shoulders and meeting his eyes with yours.

“You kind of look like a blueberry…a beautiful blueberry.” You giggle, fingers toying with the strands of his blue hair. Jungkook giggles too, big arms wrapping around your waist.

“You’re so fucking cute.” He kisses you a few times, then moves your body back towards the shower door. “Let’s get you wet.” He whispers into your mouth. You want to tell him that you’re already dripping wet between your thighs, but instead you step into the steamy shower with him right behind you, closing the smoky glass door.

The hot water immediately hits your skin and makes your muscles relax. You almost forget for a moment that a beautiful man is also in here with you, until his hands are on your hips and turning you around to face him.

“Don’t you need to get cleaned up?” You ask, Jungkook's hands sliding up your wet skin to cup your breasts in his hands. You whimper, not realizing how desperate you were to be touched.

“Mmm, I do.” His thumbs flick over your nipples, and then his touch is gone, making your eyes shoot open.

Jungkook is taking another drag from the joint, breathing it in deeply and holding it in his lungs. He grabs the back of your head, fingers gripping your wet hair and pressing his mouth onto yours. You feel the smoke slowly creep from his mouth into yours. You breathe it in like he wants you to, then let it out through your nose so that you can keep kissing him.

“I think…I think you should get cleaned up…quickly.” You say between kisses and strokes of his tongue.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” Jungkooks mouth travels from your lips to your jaw, nipping with his teeth as he goes.

“Can I show you?” The high you’re on is making you feel so bold.

“Please.” He pecks your lips and pulls away from you, he knows what you want.

You put a hand to his chest between his very defined pecks, sliding it between the muscles and down over the hard planes of his stomach until you reach his cock, hot and hard in your hand. You watch his face for any dislike, but he only put his hand over yours and makes you tighten your grip.

You don’t want to waste time, you want to hear him fall apart with his cock down your throat. You lean forward and lick one of his nipples, sucking it gently. Jungkook lets his head fall back against the shower wall, pulling his pierced lip between his teeth.

You lick up some water drops on your way down his body. His perfectly sculpted body that you most certainly take note of, gently getting to your knees in front of him, looking up to meet his eyes one more time before opening your mouth to take his cock inside.

Jungkook hisses through his teeth when you start to suck. Gently at first, short, shallow motions as you bob your head. You look up to see the muscles of his stomach tighten over and over the deeper you take him. It’s when you add your tongue that he really starts to make noise above you.

“That’s so good, baby. Keep going, just like that.” Jungkook touches your jaw and your cheek his fingers, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb.

You let him start to move his hips and thrust into your mouth and throat. You gag a couple of times, but you don’t want him to stop. The pretty moans and whimpers he’s making are too perfect to stop, so you dig your nails into the backs of his thighs and hold on for dear life when he starts move faster.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” Jungkook smoothed back your hair and brought your face up so he could see your eyes. The eye contact seems to do him in. “Shit, shit, baby. Gonna cum…” He throws his head back in a long drawn out groan just as hot spurts of cum start to fill your throat.

You close your eyes and take everything that he gives you, slowing the motions of your head bobbing until he’s done, lazily licking the tip of his cock until he stops you.

“Was that okay?” You look up at him innocently, knowing that he’s wrecked at the moment.

“You’re fucking perfect.” His head is back against the shower wall as he laughs quietly.

You start to feel the ache in your knees, quickly wiping your mouth with your hand before you feel Jungkook wrap an arm around your waist to help you up. He smiles, then grabs some soap from the shelf behind you and scrubs himself clean with it, all you can seem to do is stand there in awe.

The desperation to be touched was becoming almost unbearable, but you try to keep your composure, letting Jungkook turn off the water and hand you a white fully hotel towel to dry off with. You both quickly take another drag from the slow burning joint on the counter, then move back into the bedroom area.

Jungkook has his white towel ties low on his slender hips. He’s walking around the room as if he’s looking for something and you aren’t sure what it could possibly be.

“Did you lose something?” You ask, taking a few steps closer to him.

“I had a necktie that I wore to dinner last night…” He tosses some things around in his suitcases.

“What do you need a necktie for?” The words left your mouth before your brain could catch up. But it suddenly dawns on you what he might be wanting to do with the necktie. “Oh…”

“Are you comfortable with that?” Jungkook gets down on his knees in front of the bed, flipping up the blankets and bed skirt to look beneath it.

“It would be…new, for me.” You tighten your hold on the towel wrapped around your body.

“All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will. No questions asked, if you don’t like it.” Jungkook reaches under the bed and pulls out a red necktie. “Found it.”

“Yeah…I can try it.” You nibble on your bottom lip and nervously cross the rest of the space to the bed.

“So good for me.” Jungkook closes any remaining space between the two of you and kisses your waiting lips. His kiss draws out all the nerves and turns them into lust. “Lay down with your hands above your head, wrists crossed.” The smallest bit of authority in his voice makes your pussy ache in such a delicious way. “And get rid of this.” He undoes the loose knot of your towel and lets it fall to the ground around your ankles.

You let him gently touch your bare hip before he’s moving to the other side of the bed. He watches intently as you climb onto the oversized bed, laying your head on the fluffed pillows with your arms above your head and wrists crossed, just as he asked.

“I’m ready.” You release a long breath, eyes coming back to Jungkook, whose eyes are shamelessly roaming your naked body.

“I can’t stop thinking about your mouth.” Jungkook says, wrapping and unwrapping the silky red material around his knuckles. “But I’m ready to have a taste of you.”

You shiver, watching as Jungkook kneels up onto the bed, raising his hand above your body and letting the silk tie just barely ghost over your skin. He starts at your ankle, moving it up your calf, over both thighs and purposely avoiding the ache between your legs.

“Please hurry up, Jungkook.” Your body arches away from the mattress when the silky material brushes over one of your nipples.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Jungkook coos, having mercy and wrapping your wrists up into the tie, attaching it to the headboard. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to be patient.”

You can barely take your eyes away from the sight of his naked body, until his mouth is suddenly on you. His mouth and tongue are having absolutely no mercy on your breasts and nipples. He groans each time he pulls a bud between his lips. The tie around your wrists is a torture you didn’t know that you needed.

“Jungkook…” You moan his name and he absolutely adores the sound of it. So much so, that he takes mercy and moves his body down the bed and settles between your thighs, his mouth quickly buried between them. “Oh fuck…” You pull at the binding, wishing your hands could lace into the blue strands of hair bobbing between your legs.

The mercy you thought you were receiving before is long gone. Jungkook is relentless with his tongue and lips. Long strokes of his tongue offset by quick sucks to your clit. It’s absolutely maddening.

You’re pulling at the tie so hard that you know you’ll have bruises on your skin in the morning. But the thought of it quickly passes when you feel Jungkook bury his mouth in your pussy, his nose brushing your clit as he moves his head back and forth in quick succession. You manage to look down between your legs just in time to meet his lust filled eyes, seeing him devouring you sends you over the edge hard and fast.

White flashes pop in and out of your vision as your body tries to recover from the insane orgasm you just experienced. Jungkook hums low in his chest as he licks up everything you’ve given him, kissing the insides of both your thighs as he stands up from the bed to look down at you.

“Do you think that you deserve my cock?” Jungkook stands at the end of the bed, tattooed hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it lazily.

“I’ve been good, haven’t I?” You pant and squirm against the satin sheets, hands and arms still above your head. He watches your face carefully.

“The things I want to do to you…” He bites into his bottom lip as he continues to touch himself in front of you. “But I have to get my cock inside that pretty pussy of yours before I explode.”

Your chest heaved up and down at the thought of him finally fucking you. You were so desperate that you knew you would do anything he asked of you.

“Can you please untie me now?” You needed to touch his body…his skin…his muscles….feel his hair. All of it.

“Look what you do to me, pretty girl.” He ignores your request, making you whine at the lack of attention to what you wanted, but also at the way he’s spreading pre-cum up and down the length of his cock.

“I want you so badly, Jungkook. Please.” You move your hips up as he climbs back onto the bed and kneels between your open legs. His eyes saunter down your body until they get to your pussy, big hands pushing your thighs further apart so he can get a better look.

“You’re so wet. Thinking about my cock made you drip like this?” He scoots closer, the head of his cock so close to where you want it. You pull at the tie on your wrists again.

“Untie me…please.” You beg again.

“Here’s what I’m going to do.” Jungkook ignores you again, making you want to cry. “I’m going to give you what you want. I’m going fuck you hard and fast. And I want you to tell me how good it makes you feel. Make sure the people in the room next door know how badly you wanted my cock.” Jungkook kisses your stomach and then your hip. It’s so gentle compared to the way he then reaches down and roughly grabs the globes of your ass, lining you up with his cock just the way he wants you.

“Please…” You can’t bear it anymore, the build up has been so intense you can feel tears start to leak from the corners of your eyes.

“Be loud for me.” Jungkook doesn’t wait anymore, he impales you on his cock, easily sliding inside with how wet you’ve become. But you still feel the ache of the stretch as you try to accommodate all of him at once.

You moan loudly, just the way he wanted. Pulling at your binds and cursing yourself over and over for agreeing to be tied up. Jungkook keeps his hands on your hips as he starts his ruthless pace.

You can feel sweat forming on your forehead already as your stomach begins to tighten with another orgasm. His perfect cock finds that spot inside you with ease and abuses it over and over again.

“Untie me…god Jungkook please…please.” Your face is wet with tears from pleasure as well as frustration.

“You’ve been so good, haven’t you? I think I can do that.” He bends down to kiss your mouth, something he hadn’t done for what seemed like hours. While he kisses you, he moves one hand from your hip to the red silky tie on your wrists and pulls the knot free.

As soon as you feel it loosen, you rip your hands away from the head board and dig them into his blueberry colored hair, pulling him closer and kissing him deeper. Jungkook smiles at the desperation. He loves it in fact.

You move your hands down and let your nails dig slightly into his skin as he continues to piston his hips against yours. Jungkook groans at the feeling.

“Come here.” He practically growls, sitting up on his knees and bringing you with him. Your arms wrap around his neck and your legs wrap around his waist, putting you in a somewhat riding position. Jungkook is able to fuck up into while on his knees, but keep you close. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His mouth is sloppy as it moves along your neck and collarbones.

“I’m going to cum again…you’re so deep.” Your mouth finds his, kissing him and breathing him in.

“You don’t need my permission, I want you to cream my cock. I want all of it.” Jungkook leans back on his hands, making the angle of his hips hit you even deeper than before. Your hands grip at his shoulders and hold on for dear life as he fucks you through another mind shattering orgasm. “You’re squeezing me so tight baby.” Jungkook's voice breaks off in a moan as you clench around him over and over.

“Please cum, Jungkook. I need it.” Your body feels boneless, but you can feel how close Jungkook is starting to get to his own end. “You’re fucking me so well…but I need you to come.”

“Your pussy feels too good…gonna cum.” Jungkook buries his face in your neck and buries his cock as deep as he can get as he finishes inside you. You feel warmth full you up and drip down your thighs as his thrusts come to a halt.

You both stay still for a moment, sweaty skin against sweaty skin. Your fingers mindlessly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You’re okay?” He finally asks, bringing his face out of your neck to look at you.

“I’m great.” You laugh quietly. Jungkook smiles, then reaches behind his neck for your hands, bringing them around so he can look at your wrists.

“Does it hurt? They look like they might bruise…” His thumbs gently brush over your skin.

“I think I’ll be okay. It doesn’t hurt now.” You watch him bring your wrists to his lips, pressing kisses up down each one.

“Do you want to sleep here?” He asks, softly lifting you from his lap and letting his softening cock fall from inside you, he looks at you concerned when you whimper.

“I can just…I can go home.” You scoot back on the mattress when Jungkook stands up from the bed. You didn’t want to overstay. You wouldn’t ever see him again, there wasn’t much point in staying.

“Are you sure? I can have my car take you home in the morning…or now. Whatever you prefer.” He then disappears into the bathroom and brings back a washcloth for you to clean up with.

“I’ll just get dressed.” You awkwardly clean up with the washcloth before heading to the bathroom to put it in the hamper and find your clothes.

You dress in a daze, but once you’re ready you back out into the room to find Jungkook in a pair of underwear sitting on the corner of the bed with his phone to his ear. You rub your hands on your thighs while you wait for him to finish.

“My driver is ready to take you home.” He pushes his blue hair back and tosses his phone onto the night stand.

“Thanks.” You continue to stand there without a clue what to do or say. “I’ll just…go.” You point at the door and start walking towards it.

“Wait!” Jungkook says just as you turn the handle. “At least leave me your number? If you’d be interested in seeing me next time I’m in town?” He grabs his phone again and crosses the room to stand with you. You wish you could stop the smile on your face.

“Sure.” You tap your number into his phone and hand it back. “See you around, Jungkook.” You kiss his cheek, but that is apparently not what he had in mind.

Jungkook grabs your chin in his tattooed hand and kisses you on the lips. It’s a kiss that tries to trick you into thinking that maybe he’s actually serious about seeing you again one day. It feels too complex.

“Goodnight, Y/N. I’d like it if you texted me when you made it home.” He pecks your lips once more, then releases your chin and takes a step back.

“Yeah, I can do that. Goodnight, Jungkook.” You open the door and step into the hallway, looking back just once more to see him smile down at the floor before the door closes.

#btsdreamcourt #btsgoldnet #btscreatorscorner #bangtansorciere #btshoneyhive #ksmutclub #btswritersclub #bangtanarmynet #clubzerooclock #52hertz #bts fic #bts smut #jungkook smut #bangtan fanfic #bts #jungkook #btscarnivalnet

[loveykookie]

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Jungkook One-shots Mini Masterlist (Part 1)

absolute by @v-hope - college!au, fuck buddies to lovers!au | a, f

after i left you by @latetaektalk - exes!au, fake dating!au, e2l!au, unrequited feelings!au | a, f

a little sand never hurt anyone by @mimikookie - bf2l!au | a, s

as i told you by @eleventoes - e2l!au, college!au, roommates!au | f

at the end of the day by @starshapedkookie - high school f2l!au, beach/vacation!au | a, f, s

bad habits by @sugarjaee - fuck boy!au | a, s

behind these walls by @cupofteaguk - neighbors!au, college!au, e2l!au | f

(better) left unsaid by @angelguk - best friends!au | a

better late than never by @rosaetae - fake dating!au, post breakup!au

blush by @jhsbrat - fake dating!au - a, f, s

careful what you wish for by @kookiesbuckethat - established relationship!au | a, f

caught me by @jeongi - roommates!au, e2l!au | s

champagne problems by @smoochkooks - fwb!au, sugar daddy!au | a, f, s

changes in between by @taegularities - roommates!au, s2f2l!au | a, f, s

chasing buses by @bangtanwhatif - s2f2l!au | f

collar full by @mypersonmyg - college!au, f2l!au | a, f

crush on you by @moonbelt - bf2l!au | a, f, s

cuddles for comfort, dinner for payment by @an-exotic-writer - s2f! au | f

date in a box by @jimlingss - f

ended as quickly as it started by @alpacaparkaseok - established relationship!au | a, f

euphoria by @seokstrivia - roommates!au, e2l!au | a, f, s

fool me once by @jeonqkooks - fuck boy!au, fwb!au | a, s

home by @rosedtae - established relationship!au | f

hot boy bummer by @jungkxook - fwb!au, f2l!au | a, f, s

how many drinks? by @xpeachesncream - college!au, dance group!au, best friends!au, fwb!au | a, f, s

"i gotta make sure you get home safe." by @taetaespeaches - roommates!au | f

it takes two by @junghelioseok - fake dating!au, roommates!au | f, s

just a little... by @soft4gguk - bf2l!au, fwb!au | s

kids in the dark by @chemicalpink - idol!au | a, f

lemon sherbet by @extravaguk - summer!au, ex high shool classmates!au, frenemies to lovers!au | a, f, s

little library girl by @kooksgalaxy - college!au | a, f

love alive by @jamaisjoons - post breakup!au, exes to lovers!au | a, f, s

me time by @hansolmates - college!au, boarding house!au | f

micromave (mis)adventures by @bymoonchild - college!au, roommates!au, e2l!au | a, f, s

midnight by @kooala - f2l!au, f

mr. right (swipe) by @jjkthclub - frat boy!au, drummer!au, e2l!au | a, f, s

my dear friend by @kooktrash - f2l!au, college!au | a, f, s

not my fault by @taegularities - classmates to lovers!au, college!au | f, s

oh my god, they were (quarantined) roommates by @ot7always - college!au, roommates!au | f, s

overtime by @cupofteaguk - ceo/boss!au | f, s

photographs by @honeyedhoseok - a, f

play pretend by @seokoloqy - fake dating!au, e2l!au | a, s

practice by @chryblossomjjk - college!au, fwb!au | s

proposals by @pjxmin - f2l!au | a, f, s

quit by @jeonsweetheart - exes to lovers!au | a, s

(road)tripping for you by @latetaektalk - roadtrip!au, s2l!au, only one bed!au, summer!au | a, f

roommates by @jjkeverlast - roommates!au | s

snow laughing matter by @taleasnewastime - e2l!au, christmas!au | a, f

somnolent by @forgottenpasta - roommates!au | f

updated august 13, 2022

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#jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts #jungkook oneshot #jungkook fic #bts fic #bts au #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook fic recs #bts jungkook

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

burned, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x yoongi

summary: You can't solve your problems with sex. Damn. You can have sex and it might lead to some self-realizations. Might. Can't know unless you try. For example, Jeon Jungkook can't know that he likes Min Yoongi licking his chest while he gets jacked off by his favorite girl with daddy issues unless has no control over it, right?

collared au chained, yg | tainted, jk | twisted, jk+yg | wicked, jk+yg

warnings: rated M (18+) for language - a lot of swearing; yes, you can read it only for the sex it is v good; reader probs needs a therapist but who doesn't; mentions of an OC attempting suicide; D/s threesome smut (fem reader, black leather collars and chain leash, choking [yoonkook choke each other], spit kink / lots of saliva, visceral making out, nipple play / chest appreciation [yg on jk], handjob, multiple forced orgasms, m-receiving oral, handjob, cum-eating, doggy, fucking on top of a sleeping JK, ball squeezing); non-idol!AU - sub!Jungkook x goth, dom!reader x sub!Yoongi; shifts from all three POV's: JK, Yoongi, and reader in this au, we have depraved sex, oop

Hana is an original character, drummer of a metal band and close friend of reader.

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you're in danger but it's okay you're a grown up. now playing – 28 reasons by seulgi

One chain, two collars, and Min Yoongi leaning down to run his tongue over Jeon Jungkook's chest on command.

It was a strange, alien feeling that Jungkook wasn't sure he would agree to if he was in his right mind, but the whole point was that he was sick of being in his right mind. And two orgasms deep, so maybe that was why his mind was fuzzy... or maybe it was the power of hot breath and skillful tongue tracing his collarbones and tense muscles.

Oh, he had seen Yoongi use his tongue before.

Didn’t expect it to be used on him, but Jungkook wasn’t the one in charge here.

The hand gripping his chin tightened. Pointed, manicured nails digging into his cheeks, making him gasp as his head was pushed back against her breasts, a soft landing to a rough touch. Now he was looking at the one who was truly in charge.

The woman with the single white contact lens on her left eye grinned down from above him.

A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy.

"Fuck him up, Yoongi."

The tongue dragged over Jungkook's chest and it was so wrong, but so fucking good, so wet and warm and insistent, so conflicting that he didn’t know what to feel, which meant he felt nothing but the heat between their hot muscles. The metal chain connecting the leather collar around their necks clinked, the ice-cold links skimming against his shivering skin. A burning shudder overtook him as she leaned down, her wicked tongue sliding out, licking around his open lips and all over his lip ring, dripping spit into his open mouth.

Jungkook moaned, feeling her hand slide across his thigh and caress his aching cock.

She breathed into his mouth. Thick, oppressive, filling his lungs with dirty desires he didn't know he wanted until she whispered them. Rough and commanding touch contrasting her tone, almost jarring with how calm she was giving such an order.

"Choke him, Yoongi."

He felt tongue and lips tease his nipple and get it hard, couldn't escape, couldn't run away from Yoongi's teeth, couldn’t stop feeling lewd pleasure from it, and then he saw that pale hand winding around the chain, tugging up, gasping as leather snapped into the sides of his neck, beating the whimper out of him, building up pained anticipation and intense bliss as her hand wrapped around his stiff cock, smearing something, slippery, hot, cold, hardly hearing the erratic clinks of a small plastic bottle falling onto the floor, couldn't breathe.

Want so intense it felt like his blood was burning his own veins.

Wreck me.

Third time.

"O-Oh, fuuuuuuuck..."

Her punishing hand tightly wrapped around his throbbing length, pumping him hard and fast, slick lube creating a rushing tingle all over his nerves, skin on fire, the biting and sucking of his nipple by Min Yoongi, so fucked up, he shouldn't be enjoying this, how could he ever look his hyung in the eyes ever again, but it was too good and his cock was too sensitive and Jungkook wanted to cum so fucking bad for the woman thrusting her tongue into his whining mouth, you gonna cum on Yoongi again, aren't you, need to show us how filthy and dirty you are, my pet?

Jungkook felt a knee shove his legs open, and then Yoongi's body suddenly hovering over his.

The chain and collar choking him, pressing into the sides of his neck and slowing the blood to his head to a trickle.

No more thoughts.

No more air.

Drowning, her spit running into his throat and down the side of his mouth, wasted sweetness he wanted to scoop up and eat back up, depraved but that was how he felt, how could he stop, on the high so high that it was a drug, all of it all over him, the constant pleasure radiating from his open thighs, Yoongi’s tongue painting his chest with saliva, so wrong that it was right, the inescapable embarrassment at being the center of attention, every pathetic sound that leaked out of him thinner and weaker due to the leather collar constricting his throat, lust unbound, his muscles hard and strung tight with tension, denying himself until he couldn’t anymore.

The edge so close that Jungkook didn’t know he was past it until he fell.

He could barely make a gasp as he came, eyes rolled back and his tongue lolling out, hips flinching and rising, the swollen hot head of his cock hitting the smooth skin of Yoongi’s thigh but Jungkook was gone, the friction too much as he choked on his scream, spurting out streams of cum onto his hyung’s leg, hot and thick and now he was looking down, almost crying, blurry eyes seeing the milky white painted onto fair skin, her hand collecting his release onto her fingers and spreading it onto Yoongi’s semi-hard length right in front of his face.

A raspy hiss and the grip on the chain weakening, rocketing blood back to his brain.

Yoongi’s head raised and there he was.

Long black hair framing a slim pale face with narrowed black-brown eyes and dark circles, exhaling hard, the chain clinking as he lifted himself off Jungkook, bringing into view the black leather collar around his neck.

A man owned but not contained by his restraints.

He cocked an eyebrow at Jungkook’s disheveled state, his hand still on the silver chain between them.

The older man stood up and Jungkook felt her move behind him, like a snake, coiling around his trembling body, but he was stuck in post-orgasmic paralysis, captured by Yoongi’s unwavering, piercing stare, daring him to move, daring him to look away, daring him to flinch away in shame.

Jungkook didn’t look away.

He didn’t have much shame anymore.

There was no way in hell he was going to tell anyone he came onto his hyung’s leg and was getting aroused as he watched it get licked off Yoongi’s body by the sexiest woman he had ever met. Yes, he would do it again and again, but if anybody not in this room asked Jungkook about the kind of sex he liked, he would just reply with, oh, you know, the normal stuff.

Pink tongue glossy with saliva.

He wanted it on him, right now, but there was something satisfying about the denial.

He was on his third orgasm, spent and drained, but Jungkook felt himself getting hard again as those sinful lips swallowed Yoongi’s cock and noisily devoured what was left of Jungkook’s cum.

Those cat-like eyes took in every detail.

“Look at you.”

Jungkook felt his breath catch in his throat and his cheekbones burn with heat.

He could hear it, the lewd slurping tongue and vacuum of tightness. Could see it, her head bobbing up and down, swallowing that girth again and again. Feel it, her breasts against his leg, hard nipples rubbing onto his thigh, driving him crazy. Her long fingers splayed over the bedsheets, like delicate but strong spider’s legs, one hand between Jungkook’s legs, the other on the outside of his right leg. Her shoulder blades flexing, messy hair draped over the angles and skin.

Yoongi’s lips curved into a demeaning, open-mouthed smirk.

Jungkook reached up and gripped the chain.

“No.”

He twisted his hand, winding the metal around his tattooed fingers.

“Hyung, look at you.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure what came over him at that moment. Was it the mind-numbing euphoria of his third orgasm? Was it the way Yoongi looked down at him? Or was it her insanity bleeding into his sanity, making him forget he was only a good boy who liked bad things done to him, but something bad compelled him to do it, inviting him to pull on the chain and choke him, choke him hard until Yoongi resisted him, locking his spine and glaring back, the leather cutting into the sides of his neck, guttural growl rising from the older male’s throat, one pale hand on the chain too, but not pulling back.

No.

Yoongi was taking it, allowing Jungkook to choke him, stilling his breath so he didn’t make any unnecessary movements, dark brown eyes burning with defiance.

There was a throaty, suffocated laugh below them.

Jungkook glanced down and she was moving faster, control and precision, taking Yoongi’s cock all the way to the base and back up to the base of the head, the length and balls glistening with saliva, flashes of pink tongue with each ascent.

Jungkook tried not to feel jealous but, for some strange reason, even that made him feel good too.

His eyes flickered back up to watch the normally composed face of Min Yoongi unravel.

Infuriatingly, there was something beautiful and serene about those elegant lines collapsing, his hyung’s chin rising, graceful eyes closing, jaw tightening, shapely lips parting, barely any sound, only shallow wispy breath and the faint murmur of her name, slender chest rising.

Falling.

Jungkook tucked his wrist back, choking Yoongi harder.

Those dark eyes cracked open, viewing him through the shadow of lashes.

The lewd sound of mouth to cock under them, wet and obscene.

Yoongi could have said something.

Instead, his pink tongue flicked out and traced his pink lips, teasing Jungkook, reminding the younger man of why his chest was tingling.

A self-satisfied smirk.

Then Yoongi tipped his head back, black hair skimming his shoulders, freely moaning to the ceiling, deep and dirty and wanton, thrusting his hips forward, his Adam’s apple barely touching the rigid black leather of his collar.

Jungkook watched the aftershock of orgasm ripple across Yoongi’s chest.

He felt a prickling spark racing up his spine, mirroring the want displayed right in front of him. Entranced, listening to her swallow, watching her lips travel up Yoongi’s abdomen, tongue all over him, the rest of her body climbing into Jungkook’s lap, her hands sliding over Yoongi’s hips.

“F… Fuck…”

Her nails clawing down Yoongi’s back, marking up his ass, pink lines on fair skin.

Craving.

Jungkook needed it to be him.

He let go of the chain and ran his fingers over her back, pleading with his touch, circling around to her chest, rubbing her hard nipples. His voice was hoarse, deeper than usual from being choked and brutally pushed to the edge three times already, but Jungkook needed more and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“O… One more…”

Her voice was dangerous and delicious, husky with the grating depth of her satoori.

“For you? Anything.”

-

Something was wrong.

Yoongi could feel it, even when he slid into her, ripped open condom wrapper falling from his hand, slightly bent over due to the length of chain between him and Jungkook. He could feel something was off even when her pussy clenched around him and her hips slammed back, even as he watched her swallow Jungkook’s cock and run her tongue all over it, splattering those toned inner thighs with glossy spit.

Something was wrong, even as he thrust into her and surrendered to suffocating bliss.

He grabbed her hips and slapped his crotch into her ass and she fucked him back with just as much force, switching between sucking and jacking Jungkook off, and Yoongi knew something was wrong because she was letting Yoongi fuck her harder than she was fucking him and she never gave up control like that.

Yoongi kept his mouth shut and jerked his head back, choking Jungkook as Jungkook threw his head back and groaned, too fucked out to notice.

He drove his hips forward and felt her juices leak out, heard the loud squelch, smelled the sex between their bodies, his skin sticky with cum and saliva and lube, and he focused on the sensations, reading the frenzied intensity of her hips and the unforgiving force of each smack, a subliminal desperation that required a carnal resolution, and Yoongi responded in kind, harder, deeper, clawing his nails into her back and hips, fucking with more savagery and seeing her head tip back, lashes lowering, her hand clasped around Jungkook’s thick length, purple-red head popping out between slick, tight fingers, panting, open mouth widening into a cunning smile.

Yoongi took that as a sign that whatever it was on her mind was being solved by partaking in their two dicks.

He sucked in a breath and swore as he came, twitching within her pulsing walls, scratching down her spine as her lips affixed to the swollen head of Jungkook’s jerking cock, gulping down the little that came out, lapping and slathering the sensitive skin with a thick layer of clingy saliva, stringy and lustrous as she spread it around, rapidly chuckling as Jungkook cried out and lurched, trying to escape that devilish touch, but then his hips snapped back, pressing into her palm with a depraved whine, begging for the punishment.

Yoongi appreciated the view and yet the thought nagged at the back of his mind.

He pulled out and gingerly rolled the condom off, watching her climb up Jungkook’s shuddering body, seeing the younger man’s black hair sweaty and stuck to his face, and then her hands were in that sweaty hair, yanking that pretty face back, spitting into Jungkook pleading lips with a devious snicker.

Anyone watching would think that this was her normal self, the one and only.

But no one knew her like how Yoongi did.

He waited.

He waited, after cleaning up, after she removed that white contact from her left eye and looked at him with the two irises she was born with, after Jungkook was dead asleep and basically snoring, too tired to realize he was disturbing the peace, waited until she was between their bodies and she still said nothing.

Yoongi thought for sure she would say something when Jungkook was asleep.

But no.

He let his breathing smooth out, slow and steady.

Waited.

And then she got up, gliding down between him and Jungkook, escaping what Yoongi had thought was her safe space, the insanity between the three of them.

He cracked his eyes open to see her graceful figure slip out of the bedroom, dragging a spare blanket on the floor.

He waited, but he had a feeling she wasn’t going to come back for some time.

Jungkook was snoring and Yoongi felt empty.

He reached over and placed his hand on Jungkook’s arm, feeling the warmth under his fingers, something tactile and alive and a link the connection, a truth that solidified his reality, and Yoongi strained to listen, waited to hear something, anything, any whisper of sound that hinted at why his beautiful nightmare had slipped away from her bed drenched in their sex.

He struggled between getting up and staying still, all the while holding onto Jungkook.

-

You sat in your living room with a blanket and cried.

You had brought your phone with you, intending to send out those emails you meant to write earlier in the afternoon, but you hadn't done it then and you weren't doing it now, because you were too busy crying like a little bitch over things that were inevitable.

Fuck.

It was true. You tried not to care. Life sucked ass. That was fact. Always did and always will and not the sexy kind. Shit happened and you dealt with it. There was no choice but to do so when you had no one and nothing to fall back on.

Well.

Nothing but the fat stacks your dad sent you.

Everyone on the outside loved to tell you that you had nothing to worry about, that, unlike them, you had that cash cushion to keep your afloat in this harsh society. Cool. Awesome. They were all right, weren’t they, so you stopped complaining and handled everything accordingly and told them to go fuck themselves.

You wiped your tears with the base of your palm and shuddered, sitting naked in a living room too big for one person, draped in a blanket you didn’t remember buying but it was probably despairingly and wastefully expensive, because you could do that without blinking. Minimal decorations. No family photos here.

Your father informed you, once again, he couldn’t visit this month.

Too busy, yup. Lots of business he had left in Vegas and if he went home now, he would miss out on a lot of great opportunities.

I’m sure you have everything under control, daughter. You don’t need me!

You wanted to throw the glass coffee table into the television and you probably would have if Jungkook and Yoongi weren’t sleeping in the other room.

You made sure I don’t fuckin’ need you, old man.

What was worse, the first one who caught you was Hana, holding a contract from an outside company that held the possibility of finally getting physical albums sold for his metal band. The short, masked drummer was obviously your favorite of the members, which was why they sent him, of course.

Well.

You did drag Hana’s convulsing body from his blood-and-vomit-covered drum set to the hospital and stayed by his side until the doctors pumped out the lethal drug cocktail that he had swallowed with intent to become irreversibly comatose.

So, yeah.

Maybe trauma gave you a soft spot for that little fucker, sure.

Unlike other people, Hana knew what was what. Immediately saw the emotion on your face and asked you what was wrong, to which you snapped, nothing, and snatched the contract out of Hana’s hand to scan it, thus starting a fight of between a black leather-studded overgrown child in a short skirt and a white-masked string bean with equally stringy long black-and-red hair in a black prison-style jumpsuit.

It wasn’t pretty.

Hana had to smack your ass against the desk and drive your own knee into your chest, knocking the wind out of you. He might be almost twenty centimeters shorter than Jungkook, but he was a scrappy little shit.

“Ow, you bitch!”

“Tell me what the fuck is wrong! Is it your dad again?”

You freezing up mid-punch told Hana everything he needed to know.

The worst was Hana knowing.

Because he understood, and because he took off his mask around you. There was a reason he wore it all the time, and there was a reason he took it off only around you.

He took it off right now.

He had a narrow face. Pale skin, dark circles, pointed eyes, and a jagged purple-brown birthmark that extended from his temple, over his eye, and onto the bridge of his nose, with a remnant of darkness lingering on the side of his lip, giving him a permanent half-frown.

Hana looked at you without hiding and he only did that when he meant it.

“I’m sorry.”

You had dropped your fist and exhaled hard, throwing your head back.

“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything,” you spat.

“You wanted him to meet them, didn’t you?”

Damnnit.

You had grimaced. “Meet who?”

“Your fairy godmother,” the drummer had growled sarcastically. “You know who the fuck I’m talking about.”

“Who cares if he meets them,” you had said, taking Hana’s mask and tracing the black lines on the white face, yanking a tissue from the box by your desk and carelessly wiping the inside. “If Dad likes them, he likes them, If he doesn’t, fuck him.”

“You should be honest.”

You hadn’t looked up, clutching Hana’s mask instead.

“At least once, at least for yourself.”

Your hands cradling the mask that hid your friend’s true face, and you looked up to see him staring back at you, white face marred by a purple-brown birthmark that he didn’t ask for. Back then, after coming back to your house from the hospital, Hana had refused to look at you. Had to be maskless because he kept throwing up from the medication and the withdrawals. Fought you when you had refused to let him be, said all the worst things he could think of, but you caged him in your home and told him to shut the fuck up unless he felt like saying something honest for once in his fuckin’ life.

I wish I was dead.

He had been throwing up into the toilet, sickly face pressed into white porcelain that coast more than most people’s rent.

Expensive shitter holding up a cheap drug addict.

I don’t want people to look at me, because they either think I’m ugly or that I should be pitied.

You had been standing by the sink, his vomit on your sweatshirt. He hadn’t made it to the bathroom fast enough.

You don’t need pity. I get that. You’re kinda ugly though. If you squint.

The dry, hoarse laugh had echoed throughout your large bathroom.

Fuck you, Boss.

It was then that Hana started calling you by your father’s nickname.

You sort of hated it, but some things you just couldn’t escape.

So, yeah.

Life sucked.

It was so easy acting like everything was normal. You’d done it all your life. Did what you need to do in front of everyone else. Fuck hard and fast to make it all go away, until it was time to sleep and then you couldn’t avoid it anymore. Then sat around trying not to feel it because it was a waste of time to care and about something you knew was going to happen.

Crying gave you a headache anyway.

You thought one day the inevitable wouldn’t hurt so bad anymore, but it always did. Maybe more than usual this time. Stupid Hana, telling you the truth. Short little intuitive fucker. You pulled the blanket closer, tightening the artificial hug. You couldn’t let anyone see you weak. You couldn’t let them know. Hana knew, but that was a special case.

I hate the way they look at me, like they can’t do anything.

Who?

My parents.

You saw that Hana had wanted to say it, but he knew it was bad to say it. Good thing he was in the presence of someone who didn’t give a fuck about good or bad.

They pity me for looking like this, but it’s their fault I look like this.

It wasn’t fair.

Nothing was fair.

You weren’t fair either. Like father, like daughter. Fucking your problems away, and trying to jeopardize your one good thing by forcing Yoongi to put his tongue on Jungkook. Didn’t even bother asking if either of them wanted it, just told them to like it or else. It was fucked up. You knew it was fucked up. You still did it anyway, because apparently you didn’t want to feel secure in anything.

The unknown was your comfort zone, after all.

You shouldn’t have saved me, Boss.

If this life is your hell, then I didn’t save you, did I? Don’t say I saved you unless you think this life is worth living, Hana.

Life sucked.

Life was hell.

Life had dealt you all the shit cards.

But you were a gambler’s daughter, and you couldn’t be a winner unless you could turn shitty odds into good ones, and you couldn’t do that unless you played the game.

So, play the fuckin’ game you dumb bitch.

You let go of the blanket and stood up, leaving your phone on the coffee table.

-

Yoongi nearly collided into her when he tried to walk past the doorframe.

Her hand shot out and planted onto his chest, stopping herself in her tracks. Warm, her palm to his heart. Her head ticked, raising an eyebrow, and then she lifted her hand away, backing off slightly.

Cold.

“Bathroom?” she whispered, expressionless.

He could have lied.

He would have if it was some bitch he didn’t care about.

“Where did you go?” Yoongi whispered back, blocking the doorway.

Her gaze flickered. No white contact to hide behind now, no crafted image to mask who was underneath. Naked in darkness, face to face, iris to iris.

“It’s my house. I can walk in it,” she replied evenly.

The lack of answer stung and it stung deep.

“You let me in your house, so I can walk in it too,” Yoongi said slowly and with edge. “Unless you’re going to kick me out now.”

Silence.

He stood in the doorframe and she stood in front of him, the one who put the collar on him earlier in the evening and took it off before bed. It was an unspoken rule that she could put it back on him at any time, no, that she could have anything she wanted from him at any time, until this moment, until these weighted words came out of his mouth and hung in the air, words of fire that threatened to burn this bridge.

He expected her gaze to harden, expected the overwhelming and unquestionable dominance to ooze out from her demeanor. Go, then. Fuck right off. I don’t need you when I have someone else sleeping in that bed right behind you. Don’t think you’re so special just because I let you put your dick in me. Or maybe she would shove him and say nothing, a wordless dismissal. Not even grace him with a response.

No.

Instead, she looked like a lost child lost in an amusement park, one that let go of her parent’s hand and couldn’t find them again.

“Makes sense that you wouldn’t want to play this game anymore,” she said softly, giving him a rueful smile. “I make the rules and all of them are unfair.”

She stepped aside and turned her head away so she wasn’t looking at him.

Yoongi had seen her mad, frustrated, enraged so many times. Violent, wild, ready to fight within seconds, grabbed by the arms and held back screaming obscenities, fighting tooth and nail for survival and what she thought was right. What she wanted, what she believed, no one able to tell her no.

But sad?

Sad and giving up?

Who the fuck was he looking at?

He reached up and touched her chin, turning her back to face him.

In this light, where there was nothing but the faint moon and dots of devices on standby, her eyes seemed to eat all light, and yet they still remained empty and bloodshot. Her hair was all over her face, over her cheekbones and temples, and yet the only thing blocking his vision was the walls she put up when their gaze connected.

Yoongi had no magic words to say, because there weren’t any.

“You’ll get a cold,” he murmured. “It’s not summer anymore, you know.”

She stared at him, and Yoongi knew that look. It was one he often saw when he looked in the mirror.

I don’t care.

His hand slid up her jaw and stroked her hair. No words. There was nothing to say, because she wasn’t telling him, but what she did say was enough from him to know she was trying to destroy this, destroy them, and maybe it was selfish, maybe it was stupid, maybe it was fucked up, but Yoongi wasn’t ready to let these chains go yet, so he closed the distance and pressed his lips to her forehead.

Reached down with his free hand and found hers.

Lifted it and held it to his neck, closing her fingers around his throat.

She didn’t put any force behind her grip.

She whispered into the air between them, barely audible, thinner than smoke.

“You’re in danger.”

He wondered if she meant him or herself.

Didn’t matter.

“It’s okay,” Yoongi whispered back. “I'm a grown-up.”

He couldn’t see her face.

Her fingers tightened around his neck and she leaned back, revealing her face to him. In the darkness, naked, her eyes gleaming as she leaned in, making their lower lips touch. Pressure, holding him in her grip, igniting the fire in his blood.

Burn.

Her breath, so hot, drifting into his mouth as slowly as she took his away.

“Fuck me on top of him.”

-

Warm.

Wet.

Devilish tongue flat against his lips and licking up, tearing a gasp from him.

Jungkook didn’t want to talk about his dreams. They were his and his alone, dark and dirty corners that gave him away, pockets of secret pleasures that he kept to himself. Little hopes he cultivated in his mind, like right now, images of a skillful tongue on his jaw, her hands all over him, nails to skin, his body forced to endure, saliva soaking into his skin and seeping ecstasy into his veins as he stared into one real iris and one fake one, white and gleaming with promising pain.

He wanted her to take him whenever she wanted, whether or not he could say no.

That was bad, wasn’t it?

It was bad to think like that.

So Jungkook kept it to himself and relished in his dreams where she forcefully had her way with him in whichever way she liked, treating him like a cheap dirty whore, so bad but so good, not giving him a chance to say no, biting his nipples and squeezing his balls, neglecting his hard cock and smacking it with the back of her hand.

She would spit on her free palm and then smear it on his cheek, tracing his open, moaning lips with her fingertips, grinning.

A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy, completely driving him insane. Jungkook couldn’t say these dreams out loud. People would think he was fucked up.

But, fuck, they felt so real.

“Wake up, you delicious piece of ass.”

She spat on his chest and licked it up.

The shudder was so strong that Jungkook felt his heart lurch, throbbing heat radiating from his core and spreading all over his legs and torso, his muscles hard with tension. His legs were wide open, and he heard the sound of hips to ass, loud rhythmic smacks. Knees pressed to his inner thighs. One hand pinning his right bicep down, the other in between his legs, pulsing pressure onto his balls.

Jungkook opened his eyes.

Saw the two irises she was born with, cunning expression and demonic grin hovering above his wet chest.

She growled at him, grating and husky from her deep satoori.

“Look at that innocent face. Damn, you make me want to fuck you up.”

He tried to say something but was cut off by her gripping his balls, caging them in her knuckles.

Her mouth opened and a stream of spit slipped off her tongue, drip, drip, dripping, splattering onto his trembling chest, his heart racing, gasping in relief as she let go, then whimpering needily as she scooped up her own saliva from his skin and coated her whole hand with it, all the while looking down at him, looking more self-satisfied and cockier by the second.

Her body was rocking forward and then bouncing back, not too fast but rough enough for her knees to spread more and push his thighs apart. It was only then that Jungkook realized the heavy breathing was coming from behind her and not from her.

He spied the head of black hair, long strands framing a handsome face twisted in concentration.

“Oi.”

She trapped his cock in her fist, pumping him once.

Jungkook cried out, racing bolt of hypersensitivity ransacking his inner thighs. Too many orgasms and not enough recovery time, borderline pain that made his toes curl because he wanted it, he wanted it so bad that it felt good, felt so fucking good to whimper her name pleadingly, begging for mercy that he hoped would be ignored.

She smirked at him, driving her hips back to fuck Yoongi as she casually spoke to him.

“You’re right.”

She let go of his aching cock and grabbed his balls again, squeezing hard.

He couldn’t escape it, legs open and his back arching, thrusting his hips into the punishment, shoulders flinching and head spinning.

Her hand on his bicep raised for a split second and slammed down by his head, above his shoulder and lowering the upper half of her body, her nipples grazing his chest as she bounced on Yoongi’s cock, hot snarl right against Jungkook’s face.

“Jack yourself off.”

He couldn’t, he couldn’t disappoint, didn’t know if he could cum anymore, please.

She pulsed her knuckles around his balls and his vision fluttered, harsh injection of erotic pain taking him to a depraved headspace, forgetting that he should have limits, forgetting that there was a difference between sweetness and savagery, because in this space it was one and the same, no, better when he couldn’t stop, even if it hurt.

“You can orgasm even if you can’t cum. Do it.”

Lips trembling, gasping, shivering as he wrapped his fingers around his hot, throbbing cock, using two fingers to rub and squeeze the inflamed head, sending flashes of numbing pleasure through every corner of his mind, even the dark and dirty ones.

“This dick loves abuse, doesn’t it?”

Yes, he did. He did, he loved it so fucking much.

“N-No… please…”

She smeared his balls with her slippery fingers and dug her nails behind them, tracing that thin and sensitive skin, grazing his asshole, raking his body with uncontrollable shivers. Up, down, oh God, why did it feel so good, why was he on the edge and forgot it was supposed to hurt, his fuzzy brain replacing everything with vicious, blinding euphoria, his legs tingling as he pumped himself, piercing pins and needles all over, acutely aware of the pulsing girth filling his palm, so hard it surprised him, pinching the bottom of the head with his fingers and losing himself in the frenzy of blissful brutality.

She bent down more, delicious friction of her breasts and nipples against his hard, tense chest, her fingers curling into his hair and now Jungkook was staring at Yoongi clenching his jaw and slamming his cock into her perky ass, large hands clutching her hips, clenching his jaw and struggling not to orgasm.

Instantly, those dark, cat-like eyes flickered and gazed directly into Jungkook’s, looking right at him.

Breath shallower and shallower, less and less oxygen.

Getting himself off as fast and as hard as he could take it, pouring every last drop of energy into locking his hips and feeling every intense ricocheting wave until it became a mindless blur of constant intensity, forearm burning, legs trembling from staying rigid for so long, winding the coil inside tighter and tighter and tighter, friction of her chest to his, staring into the eyes of another man fucking the woman of his dreams right on top of him, not just any man, his friend, his hyung, the other one chained by the neck, collared, owned, tainted by the throes of lust.

Yoongi smirked, open-mouthed and cunning.

Jungkook let his eyes squeeze shut and wailed, crashing into the reckless high with overwhelming force, raw and all-consuming and too many orgasms in, physically sore and entire body shuddering with each pulse, forgetting to care what he looked like, forgetting about anything and everything, shoving his face into the crook of her neck and groaning, hips jerking as he squeezed his spent cock.

Every.

Last.

Second.

Milking the time so the voracious pleasure could swallow him whole, let it feast on every crumb of sanity he had left, fiercely pressing his lips into her skin and screaming behind his self-imposed gag. He heard Yoongi moan and felt her body shudder, collective orgasms melding together above him, meshing into a carnal symphony of shameless sound.

His hand and arm were on fire, hot blood and aching muscle.

She raised her head.

Her lips smeared across his cheek, to his lips, ghosting his panting mouth with kisses, eating up his whimpers. Her tongue rubbed against his lip ring, teasing him with its agility and controlled power. He was so tired, but still so horny because she was still all over him.

Girls with daddy issues.

Why were they so good at sex?

Jungkook knew he should run, but he opened his eyes and she was watching him, drunk on the perverse pleasure that was his drained, helpless expression and he couldn’t help but want to be used. Maybe it helped her, in some way.

She smirked, kind of demonic.

Psychotic, mischievous, sexy.

Sweet and bitter, making all his dreams come true.

Her fingers traced his neck, her ass in the air, Yoongi still inside her, and Jungkook chose this, he chose hell because heaven betrayed him, poisonous words from a past ex-girlfriend that were stuck to him forever, your gullible ass will do anything as long as someone says I love you. No more. He made sure she was wrong.

Now, he’d do anything as long as it was his demon asking him to do it.

“Open your mouth,” she purred.

Obediently, he did so.

She spat into his mouth and his whole body shuddered, groaning as he felt it slide down and coat his dry throat, turning his noise into a wet gurgle.

“I love who you’ve become, Jungkook.”

Yes, he chose hell and it did, truthfully, make this life worth living.

-

con't possessed

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masterpost

#yoonkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #yoongi smut #yoonkook smut #jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader #yoonkook x you #jungkook x you #yoongi x you #jeon jungkook x reader #min yoongi x reader #jeon jungkook x you #min yoongi x you

[jeonjcngkook]

wip game

rules: post the names of some the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are and then tag as many people as you have wips.

tagged by: @mercurygguk & @thvhoe

jjk:

pairing: drummer!jungkook x singer!reader

au(s): rockstar au, lovers-to-exes-to-lovers

summary: blood, sweat and tears. that's what it's taken for you to finally be given the opportunity of a lifetime handed to you to be the opening act, as dark & wild seek you out for their ‘can’t be tamed’ tour. finally, everything you have worked for has come full circle and nothing can take the high away from you.. that is until you find out who you're opening for; lustful heartthrob and ex of yours, jeon jungkook. known for his scandalous and reckless reputation, the immensely cocky, arrogant drummer tries to use his status as ‘elite sex god’ to seduce and convince you to put the past behind you. once refusing to cross that line, you are now seated in the front row to the scorned drummer who has more than one dirty trick up his tattooed sleeve.

pairing: dilf!jungkook x sonsgirlfriend!freader

au(s): dilf au

summary: the thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings — it's born from just one single glance. in the case for jungkook, this couldn’t be closer to the truth. as the return of his son from college brings a new guest into the house, it brings a new question ; where is jungkook finding the strength to resist you… or can he?

pairing: groom!jungkook x bride!freader

au(s): ready or not au, wedding day au

summary: valentino and couture mixed with violence and gore is not the theme you thought your wedding day would be. as you come together to celebrate your union in front of your groom's friends and family with the pledge to love each other for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, sealed with a kiss. but you don't realise that 'until death do you part' is taken quite very literally in the form of a childhood playground game. are you really ready to love and honour each other as promised?

pairing: jungkook x freader

au(s): roommates au

summary: sometimes people find heaven hiding in unexpected places. you didn’t think you’d find it in your arrogant but stupidly attractive roommate.

kth:

pairing: taehyung x freader

au(s): puppy parent au

summary: as far as love goes, you have only known the feeling of it from the way cherry blossoms float in the air and the fluffy animals you spend your days with at the puppy training academy. but nothing could have prepared you for the blossoming warmth in your heart when an attractive stranger enters your life alongside his tiny pomeranian and suddenly you’re reminded that flowers cannot blossom without sunshine and you may have found your light in kim taehyung.

myg:

pairing: gangleader!yoongi x f!reader

au(s): bitch better have my money au

summary: bloodthirsty and dangerous, yoongi wont stop until he gets what he is rightful owed. and if you're on offer, then he just cant say no to that.

knj:

pairing: incubus!namjoon x erotic novelist!oc

au(s): modern fantasy au

summary: after the success of your first novel, a place on the new york times best selling authors list and multiple book tours, it's now time to write the sequel to your highly anticipated series. but with success comes mind numbing writers block. unable to shake yourself from the rut, no amount of research seems to aid your issues. that is until someone gives you a more hands on approach to help your troubles.

+ many more!

tagging: @tattookoo @kth1fics @caelesjjk @jjkeverlast @chryblossomjjk @here4btsfics @jeonqkooks

#wip challenge #tagged

[rainbowsuitcase]

Fanfic Rec Friday #1

Linked are the fics and the authors' tumblr or other social media accounts

Coffee Stained Rings by femissamelie - Yoongi x Namjoon, 17 505 words, E - Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Sex

Professor Yoongi is broken up with on Valentine's Day and his waiter Namjoon decides to swoop in.

NamGi Forgotten Fest - bringing back old Namgi prompts that were never made into fics

I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it by @seethegoodinyou - Namjoon X Jungkook, 6 244 words, E - Dom/Sub, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation

Jungkook is a brat and Namjoon knows just the punishment.

BTS Got Kinks? Fest - a spicy mix between a fic fest and a bingo challenge

As if this is the beginning by cloudyvhope - OT7, 13 090 words, T - Band AU, Strangers to Lovers, Jungkook focused

Jungkook responds to an ad of a band looking for a drummer. It's a prank, but everything works out anyway.

Weird. by littlemeowmeow_7 - Yoongi x Taehyung, 2 222 words, G - Rapper x Fan, First Meeting

Taehyung is Yoongi's biggest fan, but when he's presented with a unique opportunity to meet him, the rapper isn't who he was expecting.

high blood drumming by viviviolets - Seokjin x Jimin x Jungkook, 33 073 words, E - Rock Band AU, Enemies to Lovers, Vampire Seokjin, Blood Drinking

Maknae Line's band gets invited to perform at a supernatural bar, where they catch the attention of vampire Seokjin, but not everything is as easy as it seems.

Battle of the Bands 2022 - fest for Band AUs and other music themed fics

To Hurt and To Heal by rinnieluv - Jimin x Jungkook, 40 587 words, E - A/B/O, Implied Mpreg (Jimin has a son), Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse

Omega Jimin is running away from his pack with his son, when he stumbles upon alpha Jungkook's cabin and finds a safe space.

BONUS - Yoongi x Hoseok Twitter AU - 141 parts, Angst and Fluff, Rapper X Youtuber, Secret Relationship

I read a lot more fest fics this week, but I'm trying for a variety here, so I figured I'd save those for later.

What do you think about the formating? Any complaints? Should I keep up the one bonus Twitter AU or no?

#fic recs #bts fic #namjoon fic #seokjin fic #yoongi fic #hoseok fic #jimin fic #taehyung fic #jungkook fic #namgi fic #namjoon x yoongi #namkook fic #namjoon x jungkook #ot7 fic #taegi fic #yoongi x taehyung #seokjin x jimin x jungkook #poly fic #jikook fic #jimin x jungkook #sope fic #yoongi x hoseok #bts social media au #bts

[piedpiperslists]

Jungkook Drabbles (XXXII)

* s - contains smut

Shades of Red by @thatlongspringnight s vampire!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: There are very few pleasures in this world as great and lovely as riling Jungkook up.

Car Sex by @musicloverxoxo7 s enemies to lovers, coworkers au Summary: You and Jungkook never got along at work. Until both of you have had a few drinks at a work party. Suddenly, you’re in his car, on his lap.

Cinema Adventures by @musicloverxoxo7 s new relationship Summary: You and Jungkook have only been seeing each other a few weeks. No matter where you are, when the mood takes over, you gotta act on it. Even in a cinema.

Good Game Gone Bad by @musicloverxoxo7 s pro gamer!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: Jungkook is gaming with friends. Horny you might get him in big trouble.

Glimpse of Us (Old Concept) by @chryblossomjjk angst, drummer!Jungkook, exes au Summary: You shouldn't have gone to the bar tonight, but you couldn't resist the urge to see Jungkook one last time.

The Ring by @likeastarstar established relationship

The Artist by @ugh-yoongi enemies to lovers, cyberpunk au Summary: The one where the only person who can help you is the one person you never want to owe a debt.

Autumn by @ahloveisboo established relationship Summary: You go camping.

Afternoon Dream by @sugarwithtea s established relationship, PWP Summary: Sunday afternoons are always lazy, with you snuggling into the bed with your boyfriend. This time though, he has other plans, and all you have to do is relax.

Threat or Promise by @forpunishers enemies to lovers, mafia au Summary: “Who did this to you?”

After Last Night by @theiris-storyvault strangers au

“She’s good with me, right baby?” by @theiris-storyvault gamer!Jungkook, established relationship

In Another Life by @theiris-storyvault angst, unrequited love, friends au

Tiny Dancer (An Ode to Life) by @aamalaaa established relationship, '70s au, bandmates au

1:58AM by @7ndipity established relationship, idol au

#jjk list #jungkook drabbles

[koo-mins]

what are you writing currently?

Hello!! I have two WIPs, but I’ve only been focusing on one for the past few months.

This one is a historical (made-up world) fantasy AU in which Jimin and Jungkook live in a universe where resentful spirits (ghosts) linger the world after death, which thus causes mayhem for the living. Jimin and Jungkook are from two different “courts” and have special powers that allow them to get rid of spirits. JK is a little troublemaker himself who likes to play around, whereas JM is very serious and modest. They end up discovering something massive about their world that sends them off on a journey together. So far it has 120K written and it will be well over 200K when done.

My other WIP that’s on hiatus from writing is a modern fake dating AU in which Jimin is a dancer with some daddy issues and Jungkook is both a drummer and a tattoo artist. Jimin has an obsessive ex and gets JK to fake date him to get rid of the ex, and then that blossoms into something more. This one is a lot more cliche and simple, and it was going to be my next fic I posted but then I moved to the fantasy one 🤷‍♀️

#updates #enlighteners #cherry blossoms #my asks

[vantaenims]

you are my sunshine | jungkook

pairing: drummer!jungkook x reader (ft. lead vocalist!namjoon)

genre: rock band au | fluff, angst

word count: 1.4k

warning/s: unrequited love, love triangle, and jealousy.

summary: Jungkook wrote a hate song for you but why do you seem to love it?

Part of BTSGhostieMarathon (Theme #3) - Unrequited Love

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all rights reserved © vantaenims - do not repost, translate, or claim as your own.

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“Our last song is called ‘Sunshine’ which is written by our very own drummer–” Namjoon stepped to the side, letting the crowd get a view of the man behind the drums, “Jeon Jungkook everyone!”

Jungkook widened his eyes as soon as he heard the loud cheers of the crowd, prompting him to look at Namjoon with uncertainty. Attention is something Jungkook is still trying to get used to, considering he particularly doesn't like it when it’s directed at him as he prefers to hide behind his drum set and do his own thing but the older one could only give him a comforting smile to encourage him.

Timidly, Jungkook stood up from his seat as he waved and showed them a rather small smile, sending the crowd into a frenzy which made Jungkook even more shy to know that he received such reaction for just doing the bare minimum and as if that wasn’t enough, Namjoon reached out his microphone for him to take, urging him to talk to the audience about the meaning behind the song he wrote.

“Uh ‘Sunshine’ is about when you love someone but they’re already taken by somebody else”, Jungkook explained as he scanned the crowd, eyes fleetingly meeting yours, “Unrequited love, precisely.”

Jungkook casted his eyes down quickly as soon as he heard a series of ‘aww’ coming from the audience, prompting him to give the mic back to Namjoon right away as he felt his face heat up just from sharing that personal piece of information to everyone.

“Well, despite the dark meaning behind it, it’s a bright song that you’ll surely love – Our Jungkookie wrote it after all”, Namjoon chuckled into the mic as he patted Jungkook’s shoulder, nodding his head towards his bandmates to signal them that they’re about to start as he positioned himself back to the front of the mic stand, “Anyway, Here’s ‘Sunshine.’”

The intro started with the lone sounds of Namjoon’s rhythm guitar echoing within the walls of the resto pub. On the other hand, Jungkook waited as he spun the drumstick between his fingers, swooning the crowd with his trick, more so when he finally hit the snare.

‘Sunshine’ is indeed a bright song just like it’s title but you could definitely say that the lyrics are rather angsty than dark as what the lyrics suggest and you can’t help but be curious who this person Jungkook refers to as ‘my sunshine whom i loved first’ even though you know it in you that you couldn’t just ask him that question because Jungkook avoids you like a plague.

You could never really know whether it’s intentional or not but with the way he would get up from his seat whenever you try to sit beside him or the fact that your conversation with him always ends up being one sided sure does make it believable that he’s doing it on purpose although Namjoon assured you that Jungkook’s just a really shy kid who takes time to warm up to people.

Well, you could definitely see that Jungkook’s persona changes when he’s placed behind his drum set as you currently watch how his brows are furrowed, lower lip in between his teeth in concentration as he ooze with confidence every time he strike those toms and cymbals with his powerful hands or rather his eye-catching exposed arms that’s covered with a full sleeve tattoo you never knew he had not until now – thanks to his muscle tee.

Props to Jungkook, it looks like he got everyone hooked with his song despite the fact that this is the first time they played the song to the public. Well, Namjoon wasn’t actually lying when he told you that Jungkook’s very talented when it comes to music. In fact, Namjoon would sometimes wonder why the youngest chose to join their band when he has other great offers coming from multiple bands that are far greater than them by all odds but Jungkook would just always answer that it’s because he trusts Namjoon with all of his being.

Before you know it, Namjoon riffed his guitar one last time as he thanked everyone for coming to their show and while he’s on it, his bandmates gathered to his side and you took that as your cue to walk up to the side of the stage.

As soon as they bowed before the crowd, Jungkook was quick to tuck his drumsticks inside the pocket of his jeans as he descended the stairs only to immediately spot you standing there with your head tilted to the side, a proud smile etched across your face and if Jungkook doesn’t know any better, he’d assume it was for him.

“Can I please have your autograph?” a girl stopped him in his tracks as soon as he got to the end of the stairs. Jungkook gave her a smile as he took the marker from her hand to sign her shirt whilst he tried to listen to her praise their new song but Jungkook could only absentmindedly nod his head as his attention was fixated elsewhere.

From the corner of his eye, he could see you wiping the sweat off of Namjoon’s forehead with that towel in your hand. Namjoon smiled as he planted a chaste kiss right on your cheek which had you giggling as you playfully slapped Namjoon’s arm.

Instinctively, Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he capped the marker and handed it back towards the girl but before he could even take another step, another person was asking him for a picture and all he could do was take a glance back to see that Namjoon has his arm draped around your waist as he lead you towards the back room and Jungkook tried his best to muster up the best smile he could.

“Hey Namjoon, we’re going” Junhwi, the bassist, said as Dohyun, the guitarist, trailed along behind him.

“Alright, see you in rehearsals”, Namjoon bid them farewell as he pulled them in to pat their back while you smiled and waved them goodbye.

“Aren’t you and the boys going to have a celebratory dinner or something?” you asked Namjoon as you sat yourself down on a chair in front of the vanity mirror.

“Well, they have last minute plans tonight so we’re rescheduling”, Namjoon stood behind you as he removed his damp shirt to wipe it across his body, “Besides, i also told them i’m going to catch a last full show with you.”

“Aren’t you tired?” you looked up at him, only to be greeted with his dimpled smile.

“I’m fine, baby. Now, wait for me”, Namjoon held your shoulders as he leaned down to peck your lips before he made his way inside the bathroom.

You unlocked your phone right away to search for movie schedules when you suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, thinking Namjoon forgot something so without a second thought, you opened your mouth to talk.

“11:45 is the time for the last–”, you looked up to see that you were actually talking to Jungkook who eventually just got inside the room, “Sorry, i thought you were Namjoon.”

Jungkook gave you a curt smile as he sat himself down on the couch, slouching as he busy himself with his phone and you took this as your chance to try to talk to him, sitting down beside him, expecting him to get up but it seems like he’s too preoccupied to even notice your presence this time.

“You should patch that up” you said as you eyed the newly formed blister around the base of his index finger.

“Ah It’s fine” Jungkook dismissed you as he was about to get up but you were able to get a hold of his arm, preventing him from doing so.

“It’ll only get worse if you don’t treat it”, you said as you took out a band-aid from your bag, “Here, let me patch it up for you.”

Jungkook watched you earnestly and for a second there, he almost felt like letting his guard down not until you looked up at him.

“So, who’s this song for?” you asked Jungkook who looked a bit hesitant and uncomfortable as he tried to look elsewhere but you, making you retract back your question, “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I just want to let you know that I loved it.”

Jungkook nodded as he propped his elbows against his legs, thumb running across the newly placed band-aid on his finger as he internalized if he should even tell you.

“You.”

“What?” you blinked.

“The song. It’s for you” Jungkook clarified.

“Jungkook… You know I'm with Namjoon, right?”

“I know that”, Jungkook said with such disdain as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“I’m sorry but I only see you as a little brother to me, Jungkook.”

“No, that’s not it”, Jungkook sighed, “You’re not my sunshine.”

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A/N: Well, Jungkook’s just here to remind you to get in line.

#jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkook one shot #btsghostiemarathon #networkbangtan #btsghostie #jungkook rock band au #jungkook drummer au #jungkook scenarios #bts rock band au #bts x reader #bts one shot #bts imagine #bts scenarios #jungkook drabble #bts drabble #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #bts fluff #bts angst #namjoon rock band au #kim namjoon #namjoon #namjoon x reader

[minthysugamon]

Why'd you only call me when you're high? (J.JK x Reader)

Drummer! Jungkook x Manager's daughter! Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of sex,drugs and alcohol. Usage of foul language (like in most of my writings bc i talk like a roadman). Friends with benefits type of relationship. Kinda angsty but also fluffy if you search for the fluff with a magnifying glass.

Word count: 2222 (hehe,angel number go brr)

A/N: I promise,i will try to do some smut but i don't feel comfy enough to write it bc idk...i just cringe when i see my writing. So sorry if it isn't what you guys expect...

3:03 am

Your phone buzzed once again. It was for the 6th time tonight in a row,so even without looking at the device,it was safe to assume that the rockstar your dad managed was probably at some pub,hammered and not even being able to call a cab for himself so he called your number. Like usual. 3:04 am. It rang again. "What? It better be an emergency cause i swear to god if you're calling because you're dru-" his laugh was as intoxicating as the liquor he had sipped on some minutes ago. "Doll,listen...i need a ride...and since your dad is our manager,it would be greatly appreciated if you came for me..." a sigh left your lips as you hang up on him.

But Jungkook didn't stop pestering you. The drummer of V2J was a pain in the ass. As shy and awkward he was in his sober times,his horndog behaviour was equalising if not surpassing his normal behaviour when he was thrashed.

You picked up the call one more time when the familiar ringtone went off. "Hey,why are you so rude,dollface? Don't you know hangin-" your words cut off his as soon as he was trying to do his monologue. "Jungkook. Like how you said it so cleverly,MY DAD is the manager. Not me. Pester him at 3 am if you have some difficulties to go home,not his daughter. Thank you. I have an exam in two days, i have to study tomorrow. Or today because at this point of the night i can't say tomorrow,so let me get the 2 hours of sleep i could still get tonight if i go to sleep in less than 10 minutes.. Leave me alone. Call Taehyung or something,i don't care. Now please don't call me again. Thanks." Then the tune of the "Hang Up" option resonated in your room once again.

Truth be told, if it would've been the first time he calls you and asks you for help at 3 in the morning,you would've helped his dumbass out,but it wasn't the case. Whenever Jungkook had some nightly problems, you were the first target in his contact list. It wasn't the first time he called you to pick him up from somewhere or to let him stay at your place for the night because he lost his keys to his appartment after a wild escapade with his bandmates to the nearest club. And it never ended with him only sleeping on your couch. It usually started at the front door and ended with him sleeping an arm around you after fucking your brains out. If he had been serious about this whole weird relationship you had, it would've been official for more than a year now,but he has to keep his rockstar persona intact. So of course,you were nothing more than the daughter of his manager who was good enough to be fucked when he was drunk or high.

At 3:36,someone rang at the interphone of your home. When you got up from your bed with a huff,you were already seeing the tatted up boy's smirk on the camera in a mental image. And you weren't wrong. His smirk was present as soon as the little screen had lit up with his face so close to it,you though he was a toddler seeing an interphone for the first time in his life. "You really came here at 3 and a half? Jeon,for fucks sake. If i get down there,i'mma beat some sense into you,so you better start running now." He simply laughed,a noise of exasperation leaving his throat. "Aw...come on (Y/n)...let me in,i lost my keys..."

You pushed on the key button,you let him in again. At this point it was exthausing because you knew what this meant. And even if you wanted to deny it,your brain wanted this to stop,but your heart was yearning for him. "I swear to god Jungkook,if you come here again at 3 am,i will stick a pipe up your ass." You unlocked the door for him and let him enter your home.

Fatal mistake because he didn't even answer,he simply pushed you against the wall and looked into your eyes,foreheads touching. "And why would you do that sweetheart? Hm? I thought you liked when i come here...for you." You can't deny it,you fell for him over the months,you fell for this idiot who liked banana milk more than anything else,who drank whisky with more cola than he should because he hated alcohol but wanted to keep his bad boy persona. But the smell of a woman on him made your heart sink. "Jungkook,please...just go and take of your shoes,i will bring you a blanket and a pillow so you can sleep on the couch."

He took your words in a hurtful way,his expression changed from flirty to genuinely hurt. "So...we aren't sleeping together like always?" You scoffed and got out of his grip. "I don't even know why i let you in. If you wanted to get your dick sucked again,you could've called one of your groupies." You disappeared in your room to search for a blanket and pillow,not that you deemed him deserving of such comfort,but he was also keen to be shivering at night without a blanket so it would be better for him to get some warmth during the dark hours. With a shaky breath,you went back to the living room and placed the pillow and comforter on the couch. "(Y/n)...what's the matter?" No answer. You didn't want to answer his question,he wasn't worthy for an answer,but his insistance was made clear when he took your hand into his and brought you closer to him. "Please...(Y/n)...answer me,i'm getting worried at this point,what's the matter?" Inhaling some fresh oxygen as the lump in your throat was only getting tighter,it finally dawned on you. You were in love with him. "Why'd you only call me when you're high?" The tears started to sting in your eyes,the drummer looked at you with a questioning expression. "High? What do you mean?" "Why'd you only call me and come here when your high?" After repeating your previous question,your voice cracked and all tears were let to flow down on your cheeks. "What? (Y/n) i really don't understand what you're talking about." "Why are you only showing interest in me when you're drunk and need to empty your balls. Is it more clear like that?" Jungkook's heart cracked at the sight of you crying because of him. He didn't want you to fall for him,not when he's at the peak of his career,but it would be a lie to say he didn't feel something for you.

"(Y/n)...come on,you know i can't be with someone. I thought that we both made this clear." His tattoed arms were still securely wrapped around you,stroking your back in the hopes of the action giving you some comfort,but as soon as you looked up to him with teary eyes,he couldn't help but let his waterworks flow too. Truth be told,Jungkook hated to see you sad,as awkward as the situation was right now,he hated seeing the one he fell for sad. "No,you made it clear for yourself. You're always acting nice with me,always closing any distance we had between us...no matter how hard i try to stay away from you,you suffocate me...if it was with hatred,it would be better,but it isn't. You're always here to fuck me up then rebuild me once you're sober. I fucking hate you for making me fall for you but i hate myself more for letting myself fall for you."

Your words were stinging. Even poisonous to his ears. Did you really hate him? And as much as it hurt him,it hurt you the same. You never really saw someone else in the hopes of being his one day,you won't blame it on him because you were the one in control of your own life,but every step you declined from someone else was to aliment the hope of being his one day. "I'm sorry...(Y/n)...i...i know you like me...but it won't work out. I do see you as more than just a friend with benefits,i do like you too...but...i can't be with you when i don't even know what tomorrow is made of." You tried to get out of his grip,but it only tightened and he brought your chin up with two fingers. "Listen,don't think i don't like you...if i didn't..you wouldn't be the first one i call to help me,fuck,i know i sound like an asshole for saying this but i do like you...i just..." he was getting ridiculous at this point and he knew it. "You just what? You don't want to miss out on someone else. I get it. You want your target list to be finished then crawl back to me when you're done."  "(Y/n) it's not like tha-" you finally got out of his grip. "No. Don't say anything. I get it. But i won't be a second choice to anyone. Let alone you. Good night." You quickly wiped your tears away and went to your room,closing the door behind yourself,leaving Jungkook alone,in the dark living room.

He was tossing and turning for more than an hour now. You could hear it from your room how he was walking up and down the hall. 'I really fucked up.' he thought to himself and he wasn't wrong. You were probably the only person who would really go to hell and back for him and you were the only person he would do the same for. Then why was he acting like an asshole towards you now? Now that he was sure of your feelings,why did he have to break everything he tried to build? It couldn't end like that.

He softly knocked on your door,even if you told him to go away,he opened the door and lied down next to you,taking your body in his arms,nuzzling his face into the skin of your neck. "I'm sorry..." his soft lips placed a kiss on your neck and hands grabbed yours. "Sorry for what? For at least telling me the truth?" "(Y/n)...it's not like that...i just don't want to fuck things up. I prefer to fuck it up now than once we're together. I...i do love you...i heard the bells and the fireworks as soon as i saw you...but i don't want to fuck this up. Simply because i know how fans are,how groupies are. I prefer you seeing my fuckboy image than the real me,as much as i hate it though." You turned around,facing him,still in his clutch. "Well too late dumbass,i fell for the awkward and nice you,the one i see during studio hours,during practice,not this...whole flirty fuckboy persona that i get to see at every thursday at 3 am." He inhaled then kissed your forehead,bringing you closer to him. "It's too late for me to ask you to be my girlfriend...right? I don't want things to end...and,if the only way for me to stay with you is to put that image aside,i'm willing to do it."  You sighed. He was still in the wrong. You didn't want him to change for you,but for him. To be himself again. "Jungkook,you don't understand...i want you to be you. I don't want you to rush into things because you don't want to lose me. Plus,you might not like a relationship,so if you don't want one right now,then leave me alone and don't make me fall for you more."

He shut you up before you could go on your monologue with a kiss. Not a rushed one like usually. But a soft one. One that tasted like cigarettes,monster,alcohol and love. "I love you...and starting a relationship now...or in 5 years...it won't change shit...no matter what i think now. I...after thinking about it...what you said...you're right. If i don't jump in right now...what will it change in 2 or 5 years? Nothing...i will still be the same if i don't change now." His frown turned into a small smile when he felt your nose in his neck,a light peck on his skin and your hands on his back. "So...you really want to start something with me...out of love and not out of pity?" He smacked the back of your head,out of habit but also out of outrage,he didn't want you to think he was doing this out of pity. "You dumbass,i want to be with you. I really want to. Out of love. Not because i pity you. You are probably the only person who would accept my headassery...and i love you. So please...don't ever think i would do this brcause of pity." You simply laughed,still sniffing a little bit and cupped his cheeks. "Good,because...i love you too." He kissed you first,again. Now with more passion though. His hands roaming around your back and ribcage,then on your waist,he couldn't help but pull you closer,until it couldn't be done anymore. "I know you do...now...shouldn't we sleep..? Because it's half past five...and you have to wake up at 10 so you can study..." You kissed his neck once more then placed your head on his chest. "It's already almost 6..might as well watch some cartoons and eat breakfast,no?" Jungkook's face lit up like a child's at the candy store. "Now i know why i heard the bells and the fireworks when i saw you."

I hope you guys enjoyed this,i kinda made it longer than most of my writings,but i still hope it's okay!

My requests are always open,so please,if you have something to request,i am more than happy to do it!

#bts #bts scenarios #bts imagines #jungkook #bts au #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook #bts angst #bts fluff #rockstar bts au #drummer au #bts drummer au #jungkook drummer au