#jungkook gamer

[youthguk]

bibliothèque | jjk (m)

“No better place for a good sex than library”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut.

words: 2.9k

author’s note: happy valentines day ♡ feedback is very welcomed

There was some hazy electrical tension wreathing the atmosphere in the library. It first occurred to you when one particular person started attending your regular study group sessions at the university’s library. It was unknown to you why exactly Jeon Jungkook joined your group but everyone was more than welcome to any new members striving to gnaw at the granite of science. 

And you’d be lying if you’d said that Jungkook joining the study group wasn’t the best thing that happened to you this semester, making your once-a-week meet-ups the highlight of your week. To your surprise, it was fun and easy with Jungkook. You were accustomed to gaping at him in the hallways, all by himself, sure that he was a loner or something. You barely ever caught him in conversation with someone, so you just assumed that he was grim and grumpy all the time. Boy oh boy were you wrong. 

The moment Jungkook stepped into the library and got paired with you to quiz each other was just a blessing from above, turning your Saturday morning meet-ups into something to look forward to the whole week. He was charming and funny without even trying, never skimping on witty comments. You were getting used to his presence and the power that it held over you, feeling tingles in your stomach every time he’d lean closer to you to see if your answers matched with his or every time that his fingers would leave imperceptible touches on your shoulder while he sits sideways in the chair, deep in thoughts to solve the equation. 

“Seems like you two get along pretty well,” randomly said Ruri, nudging you teasingly as your study session ends and Jungkook is quick to leave. You notice how the rest of your study group snickers at Ruri’s words, nodding confirmingly. 

You shrug, gazing at his receding silhouette.“Yeah, just like with everyone else.”

“Come on, you know damn well that guy is the biggest introvert on campus.” 

Trying not to let that idea get to your head, you brush those thoughts off. It's too dangerous and gullible to believe that Jungkook was paying any special attention to you. Surely, he was evidently attentive whenever you spoke during meetings or presented something, but you like to view it just as an act of generosity that he failed to show to others. Besides you two never interacted outside of the library; yes, you would greet each other in hallways but it never went further than just nods of acknowledgment. Which fairly did make you mad, leaving you to crave for more. A little bit. 

But still, the thought of Jungkook actually being into you was too enthralling to let go, so today you decided to shoot your shot. What's a better place for unraveling a guy’s true emotions than a place filled with rows upon rows of written human confessions? 

You enter the reading room where everyone is already seated, including Jungkook. You never liked being late but for today you needed all chances of catching his attention that were possible. As you approach your study group, everyone’s attention is on you. 

“Hey, _____, we thought you were skipping today’s session,” Ruri greets you and you notice Jungkook’s gaze on you. 

“How could I skip this?” A mischievous grin plasters your face as you take your seat, tracing with your fingers the back of Jungkook’s chair, knowing pretty well that his dark eyes are riveted on you. 

Libraries were always so quiet, unveiling and emphasizing every little motion, every breath taken. Though you were oblivious to the usual annoying sounds of students flipping pages or the creak of chairs as the librarian travels past them, organizing the books. What you were certainly attuned to is Jungkook’s body sitting next to you, reacting to your every single move. 

At first, you think to yourself that it’s just a coincidence when you wistfully place a pencil on your lower lip and hear Jungkook clearing his throat. Just a coincidence, no need to overthink it, you reassure yourself. 

But it’s still worth trying out one more time, right? You cross your leg over another, the pleated miniskirt of yours exposing more bare skin of your thigh. You register Jungkook’s sudden ruffling through the pages of his book. Well, now you’re intrigued and can’t contain the impish smirk flourishing on your lips. 

“Hey, Jungkook, what do you think about this passage?” You lean in closer to him, tossing your notebook to him. You definitely caught him off guard as he nervously gulps trying to compose himself.

You blink at him innocently, as your black leather loafer’s toe fleetly brushes his leg under the table. His body tenses under that brief touch, leaving your mind open to lingering thoughts. Jungkook himself was such a blessing to an eye, with silky black hair coating his doe eyes that always made him appear so innocent and genuine while the rest of his body reeked of masculinity. And seeing him now so agitated because of your slight closeness makes your heart rise to your throat, welcoming dirty thoughts into your head. Damn it, what were you doing? Where would this all lead today? 

“I think it’s fine, you did good,” he says, pointing back at your notebook when met with your smitten expression. “You look different today.”

You raise your eyebrow at his statement. “Really? What’s different?” You lean in closer, tilting your head curiously. 

“I don’t know…just different,” he clears his throat, eyeing you up and down, gaze slowing at the sight of your bare thighs, but he quickly looks back into your eyes. 

“Well, I hope in a good way?” 

“Yeah, totally my type,” he chuckles and the sudden change in his demeanor makes you giddy. What was that? 

His unexpected confession leaves you frozen as you search for more in his hooded eyes that are dangerously tempting now. Losing control of whatever you started, you feel something unleash in Jungkook as he rests his chin on his right elbow that is propped negligently on the table while his left-hand travels under the table. You feel a firm grip of his left palm on your thigh and your stomach somersaults. You heavily sigh, eyes widely staring at him. 

Jungkook just narrows his eyes, looking pensively at your notebook as if you two couldn’t care less about the damn essay right now. You toss a look on the other side, making sure that all of this is inconspicuous to the rest of your study group. 

Jungkook arches an eyebrow at you. “Is something wrong?” He casually says, tilting his head closer to you while his hand glides higher up your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. His magnetic face was so close to you now, that you would have felt his lips brushing yours if you decided to come closer to him. “You didn’t answer, _____,” he whispers now, his hot breath lacing your mouth. You swallow, feeling a low throb in your core. 

When you feel his strong grip on your thigh moves higher, under the fabric of your skirt, you indulge in your first instinct, pressing your legs together. He squeezes your thigh again, a gasp trapping in your throat as his own tension is now clear to you. What were you doing, this is insane. 

“You know…” you clear your throat, not expecting that it’d be so hard to collect yourself, “I still need to look for some references.” 

You stand up from your seat, sleeking your skirt with your shaky hand. This was ridiculous, what was your plan again? To find out if Jungkook liked you? Well, apparently he does have some slightest interest in you and isn’t that shy to show it as well. But what were you going to do about it? Whatever those options were, you are not insane enough to discover them at the library, full of people. 

You hurry through the stairs, making sure to get away from Jungkook as far as possible. The second floor was surprisingly empty, and you stop at the section farthest away. You lean at the bookshelf with your back, catching a breath. 

But you weren’t destined to be left in solitude today as you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You turn around, grabbing the first book that caught your attention. Crime and punishment. You roll your eyes, reading the title of the book. Of course, what else you’d need right now when writing an essay for English literature class? 

Jungkook’s figure appears right next to you, catching you unawares. “Sure you needed this for reference?” 

He’s leaning his shoulder on the bookshelf, studying you closely. “This? Oh, no, of course, no,” you let out a nervous laugh as if caught at a crime scene. “You know, just love this so much, wanted to freshen up the story in my head. For my own enjoyment,” you grant him a strained smile.  

“Something tells me I can bring you more pleasure than some prose-less classics author,” devilish smirk plasters across his face. It’s surely hard to argue with that. 

“Where did you get that courage from?” You snap at him, closing the book in your hand with a clap.

Jungkook scoffs, taking the Crime and punishment from your grip and placing it back on the shelf. “Is that what bothers you?” He takes a step closer to you, startling you with the dangerous proximity of his body to yours. You step back, until your back hits the stack of books behind you, trapping yourself between Jungkook’s hot body and the bookshelf. “Is that why you dressed like this today? To get my attention?” He catches your chin between his fingers, forcing you to face him. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s not for you,” you let out an obvious lie to both of you. 

He just chuckles at you amusingly. And when you finally meet his eyes, your stomach tingles at the sight of his glossed-over glare. “Not for me?” He scowls, jaw clenched as his fingers release your chin, trailing down to your neck, briefly caressing your clavicle before traveling lower to your breasts. 

Your heart pounds hard inside your chest, sending blood to your head. You felt his every touch so deeply, wishing to get rid of the clothes preventing you from the skin on skin contact. He cups your breast in one hand, fondling it, while the one snakes up your thigh. As Jungkook reaches up your core, you feel the fabric of your underwear clings to your wet folds.

“Is this not for me, hm?” He hisses, the raspiness of his voice cutting through the overwhelming silence of the library. You would like to answer and stand your ground but you just stand there, panting in anticipation, chest heaving under his touches. 

“Jungkook, we are in a fucking library,” you attempt to argue, one last chance to stop something that both you needed right now and craved even longer. 

He shrugged, palming your heat, the throbbing between your legs growing stronger and stronger. “What can be a great place for a good sex, if not library, love?”

Jungkook will be the death of you, that you can tell already, when his mere words were able to make you squeeze his forearm, your body arching towards him. 

You didn’t need to ask Jungkook more, seeing you like this was a miracle to him alone, your half-lidded eyes peering at him in pure neediness. 

Before you knew it, his lips were crashing yours, hungrily devouring you. His tongue felt perfect against yours, making you tremble as he grunted into your mouth. You whimper, feeling his hand on your jaw while the other one pushes aside your panties, thumb brushing over your wetness smeared all over your folds. You exhale heavily, list clogging your mind, the worry of having sex in the public library long-forgotten now. 

Jungkook’s wet lips travel down your jawline, burying himself in the crook of your neck. You throw your head back, parting your lips to let out a quiet moan. 

He growls before coming back to your parted lips, ghosting them with his before you feel him pumping his finger inside of you. You wince, biting on your lower lip in hopes to suppress the moan. 

He pumps you in and out, his finger dipping in your arousal. Your hold on his forearm becomes more desperate and there’s nothing more that Jungkook wants to do than give you everything that you yearn for. 

Jungkook adds another finger, now pressing the spot that had you drooling on his hand. 

“Fuck, Jungkook, I—, please,” you try to collect your thoughts through the panting. 

But he only shushes you, stretching you out more for him. “We don’t wanna get caught, right, baby?” 

And you just nod, taking him, grinding along with the pace of his fingers that were hitting your spot so deliciously. Jungkook doesn’t slow down for a bit, driven by the blissful state of yours that he created. 

You clench around his fingers, growing tighter. Jungkook was attentive to your every move, so once you start clenching around his fingers, growing tighter, he speeds up even more, pushing you over the edge. 

Jungkook grunts seeing you whimpering, brows knotted while your body is convulsing around his fingers as the pleasure washes over you. “Good girl,” he brushes through your hair as you tiredly throw your head forward, on his shoulder, ragged breathing escaping your mouth. 

You search for his mouth, while hands desperately trace down his chiseled chest to his belt, determined to unbuckle him. 

“I appreciate this, princess,” his hand hovers over yours as you meet his darkening gaze. “But I prefer this more,” he swirls you, pressing your back to his front, and you whine at the closeness of your bodies. “Hope you don’t mind this?” 

You briskly shake your head, turning to the side, striving to catch a glimpse of Jungkook, as you hear him unzipping his jeans. “No-no, it’s perfect, Jungkook, please,” you throw your head back in anticipation of finally feeling him, taking him fully. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs against your earlobe from behind as his hand wraps around his length, pumping himself off. You bite your lower lip, wishing to get a proper look at that lewd sight. 

Jungkook pushes up your skirt, squeezing your ass cheek. You sigh heavily, pussy throbbing rapidly as he tapped his tip against your core. 

“Jungkook, f-fuck me, please,” you plead, not able to wait for more as he glided his big cock between your ass cheeks making you hold your breath in anticipation. You were so wet, so eagerly ready to take him here, not a single worry about being in the library, regretting only that you two couldn’t moan loudly. 

He places his tip inside your pussy, and you find yourself desperately pressing back against him. Jungkook slides his hand under your shirt, cupping your breast under the bra, setting your stomach on fire. You palm your hand over his and squeeze it tighter as he finally pushes his cock inside you, making you both moan at the feeling. 

Your walls hug him, clenching on his full length, feeling his own arousal. At first, he moves excruciatingly slow, thrusting in and out of you at his full length as he stretches you out. 

When he starts speeding up, thrusting deep, you grab his arm, pulling him closer, your back perfectly pinned to his chest, feeling his own heart hammering at a soaring rate. 

Jungkook slides his free arm to your front, resting two fingers on your clit, rubbing it with the same pace he was thrusting you from behind with his cock. 

You feel another wave of pleasure approaching you as you’re tightly wrapped by Jungkook’s hands from behind, and nothing except for the sound of his hips slapping against you roughly and your muffled whimpers surrounding you now. 

You knew Jungkook had some insanely special power over you, but you could have never imagined that it would allow him to fuck you senselessly in your university’s library. Well, now that was the last thing on your mind, especially as you feel him fastening his pace violently, making your grip on the poor bookshelf that you used to support yourself. 

And as the sound of his moan reaches you, your pussy clenches around his cock, throbbing through your orgasm taking over you. You tremble in his embrace and Jungkook only groans at this sight, gripping tightly on you, speeding up even more, chasing his own high. 

You feel his body shuddering behind, filling you in warmly. He now rests his chin on your shoulder, leaving wet kisses on your nape. 

“Fuck, Jungkook, that was so good,” you mumble, pulling your skirt down, as he buckles up his jeans, tugging his shirt in. 

You turn around to face him, now that you both look somewhat decent and he latches on your lips again, hands wrapping around you. “Do we really have to go back to that study session now?” He pouts at you, his doe eyes back to being innocent as if he didn’t hungrily devour you with them just moments ago. 

“You have better plans?” 

“With you? Plenty.”

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[yoon-kooks]

on mute | jjk

🦈pairing: fuckboy!gamer!jjk x reader

🦈genre: friends to lovers, office!au, coworker!au, smut, fluff

🦈summary: You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings… until he unknowingly confides in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.

🦈word count: 10.7k

🦈warnings: mutual pining, shooter game references, soft fuckboy vibes, fingering, doggy style, protected sex bc bro aint taking no chances🤠

a/n: i wasnt planning on including smut so thats a bonus✨

You press a hand to your mouth to suppress a yawn as the department meeting finally comes to an end. Your boss had gone over the schedule for next quarter, alluded to a few new projects, and gave a few shoutouts to people on your team who apparently “went the extra mile” this week. You couldn’t care less about being acknowledged for your work, but it does kind of irk you that Jeon Jungkook got a shoutout when you’ve never seen him do extra work in the office. All he’s done this week is take your pretty lady boss out to lunch. If that’s considered extra work, you suppose Jungkook works the hardest. After all, he’s the type to make time for anyone he wants to sleep with aka everyone in the office except for you.

As you scoot your chair out, you back into something very solid. Surely no one is dumb enough to stand right behind your chair when they know how eager everyone is to get out of here for the weekend. But when you turn around, you know exactly who it is without even seeing his face—Employee of the Week Jeon Jungkook. 

You stare at the back of his shoulders in that mustard button-down, and it occurs to you that it was his nice ass that you’d bumped into. He didn’t even stumble forward from the impact or at least step aside so you can leave like everyone else. You just want to get home, soak in a nice hot bubble bath, and play a few games with your calico all curled up in your lap—that’s the ideal Friday night that Jeon Jungkook is keeping you from.

“Excuse me, kind sir,” you say as your nude acrylics tap the armrest.

The boy turns around with fake astonishment. And a handsome smile. “Oh, Y/N, I didn’t know you were still here.”

“I mean, yeah, I’d be gone too if someone wasn’t blocking my way out.” In the year that you’ve been on the same team as Jungkook, the two of you somehow developed this sarcastic and aggressive way of speaking without actually being mad at each other. Some call it banter, but you dislike the possible romantic implications of that.

“What’s the rush? Got plans tonight?” He still doesn’t move out of the way. You didn’t expect him pinning you against a table in the office to be so underwhelming. You imagine a fuck boy like him could try a little harder, be a little rougher. Not that you’ve ever fantasized about it.

“Yeah, I just bought some cute new lingerie for when I hop into bed with Christina Lauren and my cat.” You leave out the gaming part of your Friday night plans. If he knew you played the same game as him, he’d probably use it against you somehow.

“Who’s Christina Lauren?” he asks. You love the thought of him imagining you in lingerie with some mystery woman. Or maybe that’d just encourage a threesome.

“My cat’s favorite romance writer?” You say it like it should be common sense to know that your cat purrs himself to sleep when you read to him.

“And you’re going to waste your cute new lingerie on reading a Lauren Christina bedtime story to your cat?”

“It’s Christina Lauren, not Lauren Christina.”

“Christina Lauren doesn’t care about your lingerie.” It amuses you how he keeps bringing up the lingerie. You wonder what he’d think if he saw you in that skimpy mesh fabric. It’d probably come as a shock to him considering he’s only ever seen you in your preppy office attire. He has no idea what you’re capable of beneath those cream blouses and mocha mini skirts.

If only he knew.

“Tldr, yes I have very urgent plans tonight.” That reminds you, you need to check your in-game shop to see if any pretty skins are on sale this time around. You’ve been eyeing the one with the cute whale shark design.

“What a coincidence, Lauren Christina is my favorite writer too. I really liked that one book she wrote.” You don’t hate that he’s prolonging the conversation, but if he says “Lauren Christina” one more time, you’re gonna report him to HR.

“Same,” you chuckle. “Now please move so I can leave.”

He finally steps aside. Before he can pull a fast one and trap you again, you throw your tiny bag over your shoulder and scurry for the exit. You stop just outside the conference room and spin around. The boy’s eyes quickly shift up from your skirt.

“Coming or not?” you ask with a head tilt. If there’s one good thing about having a local fuck boy in the office, it’s that you always have someone who’ll walk you to your car when it’s dark out. That’s one of the things you know he does just for you.

On the elevator ride down, it’s just you and him because everyone else has already vacated the building. You sneak a peek at your handsome colleague. It’s a shame that he spends more time in your coworkers’ beds than in actual relationships. If not for that, you’d—

“You should recommend a book for me,” he says, catching you mindlessly staring at him. Oops.

“You don’t look like a reader.” You doubt he’d ever pick up a book over girls.

“I’ll read a book if you say it’s good.” Now he’s just sweet talking you, and you’re not going to fall for it. Except, you would love someone to gush to about your favorite books.

“Dating You/Hating You.” The book title just sort of slips out of your mouth. Though you can’t exactly vouch for how good it is since it’s the one you’re currently reading.

“Give me your best elevator pitch for it.” Haha, he thinks he’s so funny. (You laugh anyway.)

Persuasion is your thing, but you can’t give a proper elevator pitch for a book you haven’t actually finished yet. Moreover, you don’t know what kinds of genres he’d be into or if this book would be a good fit for him. You don’t even know any of his interests outside of sex and video games. 

When you really think about it, there’s not much you know about Jeon Jungkook. He’s a mystery, but a charming one.

“It’ll give us something to talk about,” you say softly as the loud ding interrupts. “That’s my elevator pitch to you.”

“Not bad,” he nods as you both exit the elevator. That was way easier than expected. “Is it by your cat’s favorite romance author?”

“It is,” you smile. It’s hard not to smile when you’re with him. “I can lend you my copy next week after I fin—”

“Jungkook!” The new recruiting coordinator blocks your way out of the building with eager eyes and a smile brighter than your own. “Still down for drinks later at that place we talked about?”

You try not to roll your eyes as you step around yet another coworker who ignores you standing right next to the boy they want to ask out. You and Jungkook aren’t a thing, but it does hurt to know that not a single person thinks of you as worthy competition. He’s probably made it very clear to everyone in the office that you and him are just friends and that your nightly walks to the parking lot are for safety purposes only.

Thankfully, you get out of the building before you can hear Jungkook accept the invitation into someone else’s bed. The last thing you want is to be jealous of the people he’d rather be spending time with. You and your silly little book recommendations mean nothing to him.

Nothing at all.

“Sorry about that.” He catches up to you a minute later in the dimly lit parking lot.

You shake your head. “It’s alright. That’s what happens when you’re the popular guy.” And you mean it, too. You’re not the type to fault people for being who they are, nor would you ever ask them to change for you. Besides, there’s really nothing between you and him. There’s nothing he should feel sorry for.

“Hey, why do you always park in the furthest corner of the parking lot?” he teases, probably as a way to change the subject. You see his car parked just a few spots down from you, so he doesn’t really have a right to criticize your decisions. Looks like your habit has rubbed off on him. “It’d be safer if you parked closer to the building.”

You shrug even though the parking placement and slightly longer walks are intentional. He doesn’t need to know it’s your subtle way of prolonging the time you spend with him. You always look forward to those few extra minutes where he’s all yours.

“It doesn’t feel dangerous here at all.” Not when you’re with him. You unlock your car and hop into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah, totally not dangerous.” Jungkook holds your door as he scans the dark and empty lot for anything suspicious. He listens as a few sirens screech in the distance and does a double-take at the lone soda can rolling around in the wind. When the coast is clear, he turns back to you. “I look forward to reading the Lauren Christina book when your cat’s done with it.”

He waits for your seatbelt to click before closing the door. You roll the window down and glare. “It’s Christina Lauren! And have fun on your date.”

With a wave of your manicure, you’re off to your “urgent” Friday night plans.

When you return home, you get what you want. You strip off your work clothes and soak in a lavender bubble bath for a good 30 minutes before admiring the new lingerie Jungkook wouldn’t stop mentioning earlier. 

It’s tempting to try it on now, but you wish someone else could see it on you. Jungkook is right. Christina Lauren doesn’t care about your lingerie. If the boy were here to see it for himself, you want to know what he’d think, what he’d say, and what he’d do to your body. It’d probably be incredible—for one night—but that’d be the end of it. That’s how all of his flings go, and a hypothetical one with you would be no different. With a sigh, you set the lingerie aside, throw on an oversized sweatshirt that just barely covers your ass, and load into your game.

The first thing you do is check the shop for the cute gun skin with the whale shark design. The RNG gods give you a couple of good knives, an awful pistol, a subpar rifle, and no shark. It’s fine, you tell yourself. You didn’t want to spend real money on pretty pixels anyway.

As soon as your first match starts, your four teammates are quick to use their mics. Apparently, they all know each other. Can’t relate.

“So… How’d the date go?” asks the healer. The two duelists place their bets on whether the date went incredibly well or horribly wrong. You silently cast your vote for horribly wrong since you lean toward pessimism.

“I didn’t end up going,” says the initiator. He sounds a lot like a certain Jeon Jungkook, but you shouldn’t assume. As far as you know, he doesn’t have a reason to cancel the date with that recruiting coordinator. In fact, he should be having drunk sex with her right about now. Not that it’s any of your business to know what your handsome coworker does after hours. None of that involves you.

“Is it because of You-know-who?” asks the duelist who voted with you. You-know-who? Like a jealous ex-lover? Sounds like drama to you.

“Yep…” Nah, it can’t be the Jeon Jungkook you know. This guy’s voice is giving you more lovesick puppy than confident fuck boy. He dies from a grenade and goes silent for the next few rounds while his buddies keep providing intel to the team. You pick up the whale shark gun over his dead body.

“Hey, CL,” the healer calls out your username. “Do you have a mic?”

Yes, you do have a mic. No, you’re not going to use it. These guys seem harmless so far, but it’s not always fun when people realize you’re the only female on the team. Men in this game try to hit on you just like the ones you pass in the short distance from the office to your car. And they’ll only stop pestering you if you’re walking next to a guy like Jungkook, which you clearly don’t have in this game with your empty friend list. So you’d rather stay on mute for now.

“my mic is broken,” you type, “cat knocked it over.”

“Ah, that’s okay.” He heals you up and saves you from an otherwise fatal headshot. “We were just wondering if you could help our buddy out.”

You? You’re not sure how you’re supposed to be of any help to a lovesick puppy when you haven’t had much luck in the love department either. But you are a curious kitten when it comes to other people’s love lives.

“maybe… can i get more context?”

Apparently, this lovesick puppy (or “Jklmnop” according to his username) has a little more in common with Jungkook than you’d originally thought. Turns out both of them are the designated fuck boys at their workplaces. Except this one has a massive crush on his “super hot” colleague. Jeon Jungkook would never.

The issue is that Jklmnop caught feelings for the one person who doesn’t seem interested in him. Worse, it feels like he’s being friendzoned. And he’s been going on dates with other people in an attempt to squash those unrequited feelings, but it’s just not doing the trick.

“i know a fuck boy too.” You are by no means an expert in the fuck boy archetype, but perhaps your time spent with Jungkook has prepared you for this opportunity to help a friend in need. And you do have some advice. “im not saying fucking all your coworkers is a bad thing but if you really want this girl you need to go all in on her and show her that you’re willing to commit to something more serious.”

Because if you knew this to be true about your own local fuck boy, you’d give him a chance, too. But as far as you know, Jungkook has never shown any romantic interest in you (or anyone else for that matter). He’s just a platonic buddy to you and a fuck buddy to everyone else.

“and it’s very possible she doesnt even realize youre interested in her,” you type, “this is a dumb question but have you tried asking her out yet?”

Your dumb question gets a few laughs from the boys. You feel like an IT person asking their client if they’ve tried turning their computer off and on again.

“Oh, our guy here doesn’t ask people out. He’s the one getting asked out all the time,” Duelist #1 explains.

“It’s been a year and You-know-who hasn’t made a move on him, so that must mean she doesn’t like him,” Duelist #2 adds in a sarcastic tone. You imagine him rolling his eyes on the other side of his screen.

“well @Jklmnop if you dont normally ask ppl out, itll hold more weight when you do.” Your fingers pause for a second. Maybe you’re just soft, but it’d mean a lot to you if you were asked out by the Jeon Jungkook. You’re sure this fuck boy could pull it off too. “you should ask her out. maybe shes waiting for you to make the move.”

You don’t get an immediate response, but he trades his pretty shark gun for your plain one. He must have seen you steal the one over his dead body a few rounds ago. What a thoughtful guy.

Then a friend request pops up. Fine. Jklmnop can be the one username on your otherwise empty friend list.

“I’ll ask her if the opportunity arises,” Jklmnop says after clutching a 1v4. “Thanks bro.”

On Monday, you’re a lot sleepier than you should be at the beginning of the work week because you practically spent the entire weekend gaming with your new fuck boy friend and finishing the book you recommended to your office fuck boy friend.

Your dark circles must be pretty bad because Jungkook feels the need to stop by your desk and say, “Up all night reading Lauren Christina?” He taps the book on your mousepad, so he can clearly see that it’s Christina Lauren and not Lauren Christina. He’s just teasing you at this point.

“It’s Christina Lauren, you shithead. And yes, I finished it, so you can read it now,” you say, handing the book to the boy. He holds it with a soft grip as if to avoid creasing the pages. If library books were treated with the same care, they wouldn’t feel so crusty all the time. You can respect guys with gentle hands. “I expect a full book report by Friday.”

“At least give me the weekend,” he frowns. It’s the most attractive frown you’ve ever seen.

“Sure, if that’s how you want to spend your weekend,” you yawn. Wouldn’t he rather be doing anything else on his days off than read your book?

“That’s how you spent your weekend, Sleepyhead.” He makes a good point. His chuckle is quite cute too. 

As he flips through the book, you see something shimmery wedged between the pages toward the end of the story. You told yourself a million times to take your silly little bookmark out before lending him the book, but of course you forgot. Maybe he won’t notice.

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook pulls the metallic blue bookmark out to examine it. His lips curve upward when he sees it’s shaped like a whale shark. Oh great. He’s definitely gonna tease you about it. You knew you should’ve gone with one of the more sophisticated leather bookmarks.

“You really like these guys, huh.” He holds it up by the chain to let some light shine through the tiny holes mimicking the shark’s gorgeous spotty pattern. Not the reaction you were expecting, but you’ll take it.

“What makes you say that?” You don’t ever recall confiding in him about your whale shark obsession. Last time you checked, all of your nerdy and kiddish quirks were kept far away from your office. It’s just not on-brand for the professional image you’ve established here.

“Didn’t you have a cute whale shark phone case when you first started working here? Before you switched it to that cream-colored one?” He wrinkles his face, deep in thought as he tucks the bookmark back where he found it. He’s right, though. You just assumed no one had ever noticed it. As soon as you got your new work phone, you switched to something more neutral to fit your minimalist aesthetic.

“Oh, right.” You’d forgotten about the case just like you forgot about the bookmark. But Jungkook somehow notices and remembers those kinds of details about you. It’s almost endearing in a way.

You shouldn’t let yourself think like that, though. Those are dangerous thoughts.

“By the way, how was your date?” As much as you hate to admit it, you’re curious about his date with the recruiting coordinator. Besides, if he says it went well, you’ll have yet another reason to stop holding onto the tiny feelings you have for him.

“I didn’t go.”

“Oh,” you press a finger to your parted lips. That’s unheard of for Jeon Jungkook. “Did her cat die or something?”

“Why does someone’s cat need to die for the date to be canceled?”

“There must’ve been a pretty big emergency for you to forgo a date, no?”

“Is that what you really think of me, Y/N?” He cocks his head to the side because he’s a fuck boy and that’s what fuck boys do.

“That’s not what I think of you.” Another yawn slips from your mouth. “It’s just facts. You have a 99% attendance rate when it comes to dates, don’t you?”

He nods because he can’t argue with the credible gossip that goes on in your office.

“Anyway, I’m going to run to that coffee shop you won’t shut up about,” he says as he glances at the time on his phone and then at the dark abyss under your eyes. “Need anything?”

“Hmm…” You pretend to think deeply about your order. Usually when other people go on coffee runs, you request something easy to remember like an oat latte. But for Jeon Jungkook, the boy who keeps fucking up Christina Lauren’s name, you won’t go so easy. “How about an iced birthday cake latte with oat milk, an extra shot of espresso, two pumps of toffee syrup, and the crème brûlée topping? Please.”

“So… birthday cake frappuccino with oat milk?” He snickers in your sleepy face before walking off. “You’re gonna have to come with if you want all that extra stuff.”

It’s a latte, not a frappuccino. But you suppose it doesn’t matter if he knows the difference because you’re scurrying to catch up with him as he heads for the elevator.

The “coffee shop you won’t shut up about” has been open for a few months now, and you’ve stopped by at least two times a week since the grand opening for your usual dose of caffeine. Should you be proud or embarrassed that the baristas all know your name and order? How about when they raise their eyebrows at the sight of you walking in with your handsome coworker?

“She’ll have a birthday cake frapp—”

“Don’t listen to him. I’ll get a birthday cake latte, please,” you tell the barista at the register. Jungkook chuckles as you give his arm a light shove. “With oat milk and crème brûlée today.”

“Sure thing, Y/N,” she smiles at you and then turns to the boy next to you. “Anything for you?”

“Just plain coffee, thanks,” he says after a quick glance at the menu. You hate that he orders plain coffee when the menu has all these fun options like pink donut lattes or cookies n cream cappuccinos. If he wanted black coffee, he could’ve saved time and money by brewing some in the office. He didn’t have to go all the way to the coffee shop you wouldn’t shut up about. But he did. And he invited you along for the ride.

As the two of you wait for your drinks, you pick the booth in the corner next to the window. You’ve always had this vision of sitting inside a cozy cafe to work from your laptop or read a book. It just hasn’t happened yet because you get scared off when all the other customers bring their friends or lovers to share that experience with. Your laptop and books can’t compare to that. 

You’ve always been envious. Until today.

“That doesn’t look nearly as complex as it sounded,” Jungkook says when he sees your latte with the fancy crème brûlée on it. He slides his boring coffee across the table to you. “I’ll let you try mine if you let me try yours.”

Only a weirdo would accept a pathetic offer like that.

“Deal.” You take a sip of your sugary treat before passing it off to the boy. He winces from how sweet yours is compared to the bitterness of his black coffee. You make a face for the opposite reason.

“I’m surprised you agreed to it,” he hums with a tiny bit of crème brûlée around his mouth. You want to kiss it off. He must notice you eyeing his lips because he wipes it off with his thumb a second later.

“I wanted you to try my special drink,” you say. It’s for the same reason you lent him your book—to let him know another tiny piece of you without explicitly saying it.

“I’ll have to get it myself next time we come.” He pulls up the notes app on his phone and types as he speaks. You wonder if “next time” and “we” imply that this coffee outing is going to become another routine thing between you and him, just like your walks to the parking lot. Hopefully it does. No, it definitely will. Because you’ll be the one to ask him next time. “What’s it called again? Birthday cake frappuccino… with crème brûlée?”

“Exactly,” you lie. Who knows. His mistake might taste even better. You’ll have to find a way to sneak a taste when he isn’t looking. It’s something sweet to look forward to.

As you sip your latte, the barista who took your order catches your eye from across the store, points at Jungkook, and mouths something to you. You don’t quite catch it, so she repeats it again just as your coworker turns to see what you’re staring at.

“Boyfriend?” she mouths, clear as day, before spinning around to use the espresso machine. 

When the boy turns back to you, he has such a goofy grin on his face. He points to himself and repeats, “Boyfriend?”

“Stop,” you laugh at his antics but totally dodge the question. “Anyway… may I ask why you didn’t go on that date with the recruiting coordinator?” 

His eyes are wide. Probably because it’s not like you to pry. But you just want to make sense of why he’s sitting here with you, acting all sweet and boyfriend-like, after bailing on someone else a few days ago. He’s not his usual self either.

“It was faster to reject her,” he shrugs. You didn’t realize he was in such a hurry on Friday. It certainly didn’t seem like it with how he’d blocked your way out of the conference room.

“What were you in such a hurry for?”

“Isn’t it our unspoken thing to walk to the parking lot together?” He says it like you’re silly. Like the fate of the world depends on him being able to fulfill his duty of walking you to your car each and every day. Like he’d forgo hours of good sex for a five-minute walk with you.

“It’s not unspoken if we talk about it,” you say softly. You’ve always adored the short walks with Jungkook, but maybe you weren’t the only one who felt that way. What kind of guy rejects a date just so he can keep up this year-old tradition between you and him? No guy has ever done anything close to that for you. “But yeah, it is our thing.”

The boy nods with a gentle smile as he sips his coffee. For just a split second, he gives you Jklmnop vibes. You don’t know how else to explain it. He’s a fuck boy, but there’s something so delicate about him that you want to touch without breaking.

You wonder if he’d ever let you in.

On the way out, your favorite friendly barista waves you over to the counter with a huge grin. As much as you love the girl, you’re scared of what might come out of her mouth next. She leans in as if to whisper but ends up shouting over the grinder in the background.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about him.” Her eyes flick to somewhere beyond your shoulders. “He’s such a hottie, by the way. Y’all are kinda cute together.”

A snort comes from right behind you. “Thank you,” says the hottie. Your hottie, apparently. It would’ve been perfectly fine for him to clarify that the two of you aren’t actually together, but you suppose his ego was too busy soaking in the compliment from the pretty barista.

“Really?” You raise an eyebrow at Jungkook as soon as you’re both out the door.

“What?” What’s with that playful smile of his?

“You didn’t deny what she said.”

“A compliment’s a compliment, Y/N.”

“I didn’t mean the part about you being a hottie.” You shudder at that last word. Yes, Jungkook is the hottest guy you’ve ever seen, but he doesn’t need to hear that from your mouth. “I meant the part about you being my boyfriend.”

“You didn’t deny it earlier, either,” he shrugs. True. “Besides, isn’t that also a compliment?”

Now that he’s mentioned it, it does feel pretty nice to be seen as a couple with someone as attractive as Jungkook—to give the illusion that it’s you who’s got him wrapped around your finger, you who he chose above everyone else, and you who gets to fall asleep in his arms every night. And it feels especially good considering how often other people dismiss you as someone not good enough for him. In fact, this is the first time anyone has ever acknowledged that the two of you go well together.

“Hey man, mind if I steal that fine little lady for a sec?” a sleazy voice calls out in your direction. You don’t bother turning your head to acknowledge the presence of yet another ignorant hooligan on the street, but you do step a little closer to Jungkook. You don’t know what pisses you off more: the fact that this stranger is another nonbeliever that you could be dating a guy like Jungkook or the fact that he asked for another male’s permission to talk to you instead of asking you directly. Most catcallers keep their mouths shut when you’re walking with your handsome coworker, but this one clearly can’t take a hint.

A warm hand pulls you in at the waist. It’s the same soft grip Jungkook held your book with. And you kind of never want him to let go. Because when he holds you close like that, all the shitty people become irrelevant. That doesn’t, however, stop you from getting a kick out of the death stare he gives the catcaller who finally backs off.

“You really showed him,” you tease. His face loosens up after you let out a tiny snicker. Still, he studies your every expression to make sure you’re alright.

“Does that happen to you wherever you go?” he asks as he moves his arm up from your waist to your shoulder, something slightly more appropriate for two friendly colleagues. Suddenly your waist feels cold.

“Usually when I’m out by myself.” Whether it’s the supermarket, the park, the office, you’ve felt objectified pretty much everywhere. Even online. The sad thing about it is that you know you’re not the only one. ”But I’m used to it at this point.”

“Well, men are kind of shitty,” he huffs, looking rather frustrated on your behalf. You’ve never seen him so irritated. For the most part, he knows how to keep a calm composure, even during busy season. It’s oddly satisfying that an inconvenience for you is what brought that emotion out of him.

“I used to think that,” you admit as the two of you enter the office building. “But all it takes is one good guy to outweigh the shitty ones.”

For you, Jungkook has always been that one good guy.

“True. I suppose that hottie boyfriend of yours isn’t that bad, huh.” He gives you a soft shoulder squeeze in the elevator before dropping his arm back to his side. It’s a subtle taste of what he could be doing to other places on your body if he were actually your boyfriend. He’d handle you with so much care.

“You won’t let that go, will you?” you pout, pointing your thumb back in the general direction of the coffee shop. “Those baristas really think we’re dating now, you know.”

He pinches your pouty cheek and leaves you at your desk with a not-so-innocent remark. 

“I wonder why they think that about us.”

The second half of your day feels painfully long. It’s kind of hard to focus on designing wholesome character models when you’ve got Jeon Jungkook stuck in your head. At this rate, your cute little characters are going to turn into bad boys who steal your books and lattes along with your heart. You can’t help it when he’s been extra sweet to you lately. Sweeter than a birthday cake frappuccino could ever be. And just like your favorite sugary beverages, there’s something so addicting about his company.

As you’re finishing up some designs, you spot the boy chatting with his buddies from the other departments. It’s unfair that an entire friend group can be so goodlooking. And it’s even more unfair that Jungkook is still the one you can’t take your eyes off of in the handsome bunch. Great, now you’re even more distracted.

“Hey, I saw you were online again last night,” says the guy from accounting. He has long pretty eyelashes. “Where was my invite?”

“Ah, yeah. Remember that girl on our team the other night?” Jungkook has a cheeky grin. Why does he have such a cheeky grin while talking about some e-girl, and why does your tummy hurt all of a sudden? “She helped me climb out of plat. She’s diamond.”

So what? That’s the same rank as you. Nothing special. Hmph. You hope she gets demoted before the act ends. You’re not a jealous person, but you are petty.

“How do you know she’s a she?” asks the engineer with plump lips.

“That’s what she told me,” Jungkook continues. “And it fits with the fact that she doesn’t use a mic. You guys know how fucked up people can be in that game.”

You nod along to that.

“What’s her username again? I wanna add her now,” the other engineer jumps in. This one has broad shoulders. Very broad.

“You just want to hit on her,” Engineer #1 shakes his head at Engineer #2. You agree with that too.

“Is she single? Or at least around our age?” asks the accountant.

“You guys are monsters,” Jungkook laughs. “I’ll give you her username only if you promise not to simp.”

“Fine,” they all agree reluctantly.

You convince yourself that you’re only eavesdropping because they’re talking too loud, but you’re actually just curious to search up the username and see how this e-girl’s game stats stack up against yours. You’re quite confident your headshot percentage will outrank hers.

���It’s CL, remember?”

“Oh right.”

No, not right. That’s definitely not the username you picked as a subtle nod to your favorite author, and Jungkook is definitely not the lovesick fuck boy you’ve been giving advice to through some wack ass shooter game. Definitely not.

Because if it were true, that would mean Jungkook has a crush on somebody in your office. And who the heck would that be?

“Ready to head out?” Jungkook pops out of nowhere and scares the shit out of you. You nearly leap out of your seat with a tight fist around your tablet pen like you’re about to knife the boy in-game. He holds your book up as a shield. “Whoa there.”

“My bad, I thought you were the enemy.” You snap the pen back onto your tablet and say it with a straight face as if he knows you play the same violent game as him.

He plays along, scanning the office for anyone suspicious. “Who’s the enemy?”

“Marketing?” You only say that because everyone in the office knows the marketing director Kim Namjoon was your college nemesis back when you were even pettier than you are now.

“Ah,” he nods as you pack up and roll your chair in. You’ve always wondered why he just accepts the weird things you do without question. “Glad I’m not your enemy. Wouldn’t want to be stabbed by your tablet pen. Or your nails.”

He points to your pretty manicure. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s subtly asking to hold your hand. But you do know better. He has an intense crush on someone else in the building, so there’s really no reason why he’d want to hold your hand.

So instead of misreading the situation and making a fool of yourself by entwining your fingers with his, you poke your favorite of his tattoos (the silly face on his middle finger) with your acrylic. “Consider yourself stabbed.”

You try not to look at the boy’s wrinkly smile. But it’s incredibly hard. Instead, you redirect your eyes anywhere else. Of course they fall on the “it couple” of the office passing by. They don’t do a whole lot of PDA, but the way they look at each other says it all, and they have this glow about them that seems so unobtainable. You feel the envy creeping up again.

On the elevator ride down, you try not to think about the happy couple or Jungkook’s wrinkly smile. It’s making you sad.

“Can I ask you something?” he turns to you. Maybe his question will take your mind off everything bringing your mood down. You nod for him to proceed. “How do you feel about dating a coworker?”

Shitty. You feel shitty. He could probably sense that from your silence upon seeing the couple.

“You mean like Hyuna and Dawn?” You don’t have a problem with it, or with them. If you could pull off a perfect office romance like them, you’d do it too. But it doesn’t seem likely for you, and that’s what sucks.

“Just in general. Like, do you think it’s fine, or is it crossing the line?” he asks. Aha, you get it now. He’s asking for your opinion because he doesn’t want to make you, his totally platonic friend, feel uncomfortable when he starts dating whoever he has a crush on here.

“HR allows it, so I don’t really see a problem with it,” you answer honestly. Sure, you’d be hurt if you had to work in an environment where Jungkook is doing lovey-dovey things with someone else, but you’re not going to be the one to ruin it for him.

“I’ve never seen you date anyone here, though.”

“Well I don’t get asked out all the time like you, Jungkook.”

“What about Mark from accounting? Or my guy Jooheon before he moved overseas? And don’t get me started on Kim Namjoon.” He has his fingers out and ready to list all the other guys in the office who’ve expressed some sort of interest in you, but he decides against it when he sees you glaring back at him. Wise man.

You’d love to know why he’s so familiar with your nonexistent office dating history.

“Okay, I get it. I’ve been asked out a fair amount,” you sigh. “But it doesn’t really count if they aren’t the right person.”

That earns you a soft head tilt from the boy. You swear he’s a puppy. “Oh? Miss Y/N has a type?”

When you think about it, a few of the guys who’ve asked out were your type—smart, funny, hardworking—and yet you still said no. They’ve never hand-delivered meeting notes and chamomile tea when you were out sick, never walked you to your car, never given you something to look forward to at work, and never known your favorite animal. They’ve never made you want them the way you want a certain someone else.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a type.” It’s a person. The person who makes you feel so safe and cared for. The person who has feelings for another girl. “It’s a little more complicated than that.”

You don’t like being vague, but saying any more than that would only set you up for heartbreak. He can’t hurt you if you stay silent.

As the elevator continues to count down, Jungkook leans against the railing, arms crossed and head down. He’s awfully quiet for someone who always feels the need to say something silly until you laugh.

“What if I told you there’s one more person in the office who’s interested in you?” he asks just before the elevator arrives on the first floor.

The door slides open but neither of you steps out, so it closes back up.

You blink at the boy. First you learn Jungkook has a crush on someone, and now someone suddenly has a crush on you? Your brain genuinely doesn’t know what to do with all this information.

You’d ask who your secret admirer is, but it doesn’t matter. You’d only say yes to one person in this office, and his feelings lie elsewhere. Maybe he’s just trying to set you up with another guy who can walk you to your car. It’s not like the two of you would be able to keep up that tradition once he’s committed to someone else.

You’d rather walk alone at that point.

“A workplace romance sounds cool and all.” You point at the book in Jungkook’s hand while trying to keep a light tone. “But it’s just not for me. You know what I mean?”

He nods with a chuckle as the two of you finally clear out of the elevator. “Based on my history here, it’s probably not for me either.”

You know he’s poking fun at himself, but you hope he doesn’t actually feel that way about himself. He still needs to ask his girl out, and he can’t chicken out now. As the person he’s confided in about his feelings, it’s your job to shower him with encouragement and support. You’ll have to wait until you’re back online, though.

On the way to your car, the office romance conversation has been completely dropped. You ramble on about your sudden craving for tacos, and he claims he makes a “mean taco salad” before sending you a screenshot of the recipe no one asked for. You’ll try it when you get home.

Like always, he leans against your car door as you buckle yourself in. This time, he even tugs on the seatbelt like amusement park workers do before sending you off on a roller coaster. As gentle as he is, it stings where the tips of his fingers graze your shoulder. That feeling lingers even after the door closes.

Jungkook wasn’t lying, you think to yourself as you munch away at his definition of a “mean taco salad.” Your first instinct is to text him about it, but your second one is to silence your phone and cozy up for the night. After your shower, you have another staredown with the pretty lingerie set. At this rate, no one’s going to see you in it, so you might as well wear it and look cute for yourself. 

It’s a little more see-through than you’re normally comfortable with, but the soft silky champagne accents make your body glow. To complete the look, you throw on a short skimpy robe with a baby pink floral pattern. Perhaps you’re being extra for a quiet night in with your cat and a cup of chamomile tea. But it’s what you need right now because you’re desperately searching for something to comfort and distract you from that dang feeling Jungkook left you with. 

It also couldn’t hurt to play a few games without Jklmnop. Maybe you’ll get lucky with the whale shark gun today.

Unfortunately, there’s still no whale shark gun in your shop, but at least Jungkook isn’t online yet. The four games you play without him go really well stat-wise. You’re the team MVP for half those games—something you hadn’t achieved all weekend with Jklmnop on your team. He’s a great friend but the kind of ally who will intentionally blind you so he can make you quake in your boots and steal your kill in the process. He’s lucky he hasn’t let you die while fucking around like that. Still, you can’t remember the last time you had that much fun in your matches.

As you review the summary of game #4, a notification pops up in the top corner of your screen.

[Jklmnop is online!]

“wanna carry me to radiant?” he DMs you right away and sends you an invite.

“no,” you type as you join his party.

“what if i trade you my whale shark gun?”

“fine”

The first thing you do when you spawn into the match is demand the whale shark gun. You put your baseball bat to his head, waiting for him to keep his end of the bargain. The boy drops the gun in front of you and backs away slowly.

“It’s cute that you like that skin so much,” he chuckles into his mic. When you hear his voice, you feel like an idiot for convincing yourself that Jklmnop and Jeon Jungkook weren’t the same person. There’s no mistaking that that’s the calm and flirty voice that has haunted you every day at work for the past year. Does it make you an asshole for wholeheartedly believing your local fuck boy friend wasn’t capable of developing real feelings for someone in the office? Probably, but you intend on redeeming yourself by sending him your full support in the love department. You’re just waiting for him to bring it up.

Twenty kills and one stolen ace later, Jungkook still hasn’t said anything about the mysterious You-know-who—which is weird, considering he wouldn’t shut up all weekend about how she’s “soft like a kitten” but “one that won’t hesitate to bring the claws out.” Who is this girl, and what has she done to Jungkook? He’s become a total cheeseball. And you can’t think of a single person in the office who fits his cheesy description.

“any update on youknowwho about youknowwhat?” you type between rounds.

Jungkook’s character paces back and forth in the snow even after the round begins. The three other members of your team starts following him like ducklings without knowing the context. You watch from afar as they get sniped down one by one until you’re the last one alive.

Usually in 1v5 situations like this, you’re great at keeping your cool and isolating your duels so you aren’t overwhelmed by an ambush. But instead of listening for footsteps and directional cues, you’re listening hard for the boy’s response to your question.

“Clutch this and I’ll give you an update on You-know-who,” he says after you cut the enemy team’s numbers down to one. All you have to do now is plant the bomb and wait for the last person to come out to start defusing. That’s when you’ll swoop in and—

Your character falls face first into the snow. You’ve been knifed from behind, which loses you the round but earns you an evil snicker from Jungkook.

At the start of the next round, you wait once more for the boy to trade his gun with you. But instead, he just stands there, clutching onto the weapon while the rest of the team rushes onto the site to plant the bomb.

“I’ve decided not to ask her out,” he says out of nowhere. “We have this wholesome thing between us, and it’s best if we keep it that way.”

“what makes you say that?” you type before joining up with the others on site. As far as you know, Jungkook isn’t wholesome with any coworker. Except you, maybe. He must have some other strange definition of wholesome.

“Let’s just say I read a whole ass book tonight about a workplace romance and realized I’m not cut out for it.” He really read your book. No. He devoured it. Why does that mean the absolute world to you? “She’s seen me going on date after date, and now I’m pretty sure I’ve scared her away from wanting any part of that.”

He’s not wrong. You used to feel the same way about him, so you understand why he has his reservations. But if that girl knew how much he’d cherish their relationship the way he cherishes your friendship with him, you know she’d fall for him too. There’s no doubt in your mind about that. It’s just a matter of him vocalizing it.

“i still think you should be upfront with her about your feelings,” you type away as you get headshot from who knows where. 

“She can’t hurt me if I stay silent,” Jungkook hums as he runs toward the ticking bomb and crouches in front of it. It looks like he’s trying to defuse the bomb that your own team planted, but it explodes in his face before you have time to correct him.

“gj,” one of your teammates puts in the chat even though everyone watching knows it was not a “good job.” The only silver lining is that he secured the win for your team. You don’t feel like playing anymore, anyway.

Before you log off for the night, you start typing out some long motivational speech along with your top ten reasons as to why Jungkook would make an excellent boyfriend. He’d try new things with you, share some of his favorite things with you, make sure you’re safe, and tease you until the end of time while making you feel so so loved. You know this because it’s what he’s done with you for the past year. But the more you think about it, the more you realize it’s not your place to say all of that from behind a screen with your mic on mute.

You end up deleting your whole spiel and settle for a simple “good night😴” to the boy from your gaming account. Then you get back on your phone.

Y/N🦈 [11:47PM] “It was indeed a mean taco salad”

Y/N🦈 [11:47PM] “Btw did you finish the book?👀”

Jungkook🥴 [11:48PM] “Finished it in 4 hours😌”

Y/N🦈 [11:49PM] “Wanna drop it off to me now?”

Jungkook🥴 [11:49PM] “Now?”

Jungkook🥴 [11:50PM] “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “Yes but my cat can’t fall asleep without his bedtime story”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “🥺”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “^^^My cat”

Jungkook🥴 [11:54PM] “omw”

The boy knocks on your door a few minutes later and does a horrible job of keeping his eyes above shoulder level. It doesn’t occur to you that your chest and ass are hanging out of your robe until the chilly air hits those spots.

“All dressed up for your night with Lauren Christina?” he says casually, handing the book back to you in mint condition.

“I thought you said Christina Lauren doesn’t care about my lingerie.” You cross your arms over your chest like it was totally intentional to answer the door in the bare minimum. Jungkook’s sleepwear, on the other hand, looks super cozy. And of fucking course he’s hot as hell in something as simple as sweats and a hoodie. A boy like him doesn’t have to put in any thought or effort to look cute.

“I stand by what I said.” He stares at your exposed skin in an almost lustful manner. Almost. “It’s cold out. You should go crawl back in bed and read your cat his bedtime story. Or do you need me to tuck him in, too?”

“He is quite needy,” you play along. Too bad he’s already fast asleep, all curled up on the couch. You wouldn’t mind if Jungkook tucked you in, though.

“Well tell your needy cat I said goodnight.” He takes a step back toward his car, but you know he must realize you didn’t call him all the way over here just for your cat’s sake.

“Jungkook,” you call out while flipping through the book. Once you find the bookmark wedged in the middle, you extend it to him like a peace offering.

He accepts the bookmark albeit with a puzzled expression. “Is this gratuity for delivering your book at this late hour?”

You shake your head. “It’s gratuity for lending me your whale shark gun all the time.”

“Whale shark gun?” He grips the bookmark by the dorsal fin and holds it like a pistol. It’s aimed at your left breast (or heart) (but breast sounds more accurate).

“The one from the Gentle Giants collection,” you say softly as you rub your arms because holy shit is it cold out. “In Valoranch.”

The wheels in his head start to turn as you pull him inside and toward your “work from home” setup in the living room. Your desk is pretty empty aside from the pastel headset, the cute dolphin Pokémon on your desktop wallpaper, and a cold cup of tea. 

Then he spots the little Valoranch shortcut on the far left corner of your screen. “Wait, you really play Valoranch? What’s your username?”

Instead of telling him, you show him with the help of your book. Your index finger slides across the bookcover from the C in Christina to the L in Lauren.

His eyes widen like a naughty cat caught doing something it shouldn’t be doing.

“Then that means you know about…” He pauses because he dare not repeat his feelings for another coworker in front of you.

You nod. “But I didn’t realize it was you until I overheard you talking about it with the guys earlier today.”

“My voice and backstory didn’t give it away?” 

“It definitely sounded like you.” You plop into your chair and start spinning around so he can’t get a clear view of your face. “But how was I supposed to know you had feelings for someone in our office? I still don’t know who she is, by the way.”

“You don’t?” Your childlike spins are interrupted by a steady hand. From the corner of your eye, you can see the boy’s face transition from doomed to amused. Good. He shouldn’t beat himself up over the bizarre situation.

“Nope.” At least you don’t have a specific face to imagine being next to Jungkook’s on those corny holiday cards that couples and families love to hand out around the office this time of year. “Regardless, you need to stop chickening out and just tell her how you feel already. If she knows you the way I know you, I promise you have nothing to worry about.”

The thing is, you don’t know if anyone else has been on the receiving end of the kinds of things Jungkook does for you. Does he show that side to anyone else but you?

“Fine, you’ve convinced me. I’ll do it.” He sits himself down beside the cat on the couch. “But only if you can figure out who it is.”

You give him a tiny nod for him to drop some hints. Of course you’ll lend an ear and play along if that’s what it takes for him to be more open about his feelings. Besides, you can’t say no when his voice is so soft and fragile like that. 

“She’s on the design team.” Your team is fairly small, so that narrows it down to names and faces you’d actually recognize.

“She has the most complex coffee order I’ve ever seen.” More complex than yours?

“I impulse-bought that whale shark gun because it reminds me of her.” Someone else has good taste in endangered marine life.

“My second job includes walking her to her car after work and pretending to be her hottie boyfriend.” Wait.

“And lastly, in case all of those other hints weren’t obvious enough, she has a needy cat who’s obsessed with Christina Lauren.” He strokes between your needy kitty’s ears and tucks the little guy in under a blanket. What a lucky cat. 

Jungkook only stops with the wholesome shit when you climb into his lap and press your lips into his jawline. On instinct, he slips beneath your robe and grabs you at the waist with those gentle hands of his. He smells of cardamom and cedarwood, like the candle you burn on cold nights when fluffy blankets aren’t enough. And like a moth, you’re attracted to the light and warmth he radiates in the dimness of your home. Even if it means you might get burned.

“Congratulations, you finally got the name right.” You stick your tongue out while your nails comb their way through the locks of hair at the back of his neck. He locks eyes with you, leaning ever so slightly into the massage the way cats do when they need more attention.

And then your lips meet his. You expect the guy who’s locked lips with everyone in the office to get straight to the point and not hold back, but that isn’t the case. What he gives you instead is a soft graze, an affectionate tease. When you try to go in for another taste, he pulls back and lets you chase him. You’d love nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face with another kiss.

“I thought you said you weren’t down to date a coworker?” Smartass. You wouldn’t be sitting on top of his cock if you weren’t down to be more intimate with him.

“That only applies to everyone except you.” Your robe slides off your shoulder as you poke him in the chest. Funny how you aren’t cold anymore.

“What makes me so special?” he asks while getting a sneak peek of the pretty lingerie you’d secretly hoped he’d see on you.

You think about all the little things he does—he walks with you, reads your book recommendations, takes note of your favorite animals and coffee shops. And he never expects anything in return, including your feelings apparently. He just wants to make sure you feel seen and know he always has your back. When he’s too chicken to be upfront about his feelings, you’ve come to realize this is his love language. 

“You might be open about all the sleeping around you do with other people, but the subtle thoughtful things you do just for me don’t go unnoticed.” You run your fingers along his cheek and bring your lips within striking distance from his. This time, he doesn’t initiate another chase and allows you to press your words into his mouth. “Plus I think it’s really cute that you use the whale shark skin in-game because of me.”

“That’s when I knew I was down bad.” The sound he makes is somewhere between a chuckle and an embarrassed sigh. “I didn’t even know you played that game and yet my mind was still finding ways to connect everything back to you and your little quirks.”

“I knew I was down bad when I installed that game after hearing you raging about it with the boys,” you blurt out of nowhere.

“You did what, Y/N?”

“I started playing that headache of a game because of you, okay? I wholeheartedly believed I was taking that secret to the grave, but now it stays between you and me. Got it?” Your face feels hot, but you aren’t complaining.

“Yes, ma’am.” His teasing grin will never get old, and you love that about him.

In the heat of another kiss, you feel Jungkook tug on the silky sash at your waist. Your robe opens up like curtains being drawn for a grand reveal. Exposed as you are, there’s no need to hide anymore. In fact, you’d be more than down to have sex out in the open on the couch, but you also have to consider the innocent kitten sleeping next to you.

Like the considerate boy he is, Jungkook scoops you up without disturbing the cat and makes his way to your bedroom.

He lays you down on the bed and eyes your body from head to toe. If he wasn’t giving you horny eyes when you greeted him at the door, he definitely is now.

“Am I gonna get you in trouble for keeping you up past your bedtime?” He saves time by tearing his hoodie and t-shirt off in one go. Based on those abs, you suppose working out is another one of his favorite pastimes alongside sex, gaming, and fucking around with you.

“No.” You reach for his body and pull him on top of you. The large bulge tucked away in his sweatpants catches your attention. “But I might be a little sore for tomorrow.”

“Oh? Is that how you like it?” He rubs two fingers against the thin fabric between your legs to test the waters. Your body shudders and tenses up from the tiniest of touches. Given the dry spell you’ve suffered through this year, you know it won’t take much for you to lose it. “Sure you can handle it?”

“Try me.” You push back with your tongue in his mouth and help him out of his sweats. You’re one swipe away from clawing his boxers off, but he grabs ahold of your wrists and pins you against the pillows.

“Someone’s awfully eager,” he says as he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your breasts. You squirm under his hot breath, asking for more contact—anywhere on your body will do.

“Yeah, well, we do have another meeting bright and early tomorrow morning, and it’d look bad if we both fell asleep during it because we were up all night having—” Your rambling is interrupted by the boy’s cock staring you down. He tears open a square packet, but you swipe it away and slide it down his length. You don’t mind a bit of rubber if it gives you an excuse to get your paws on him.

In return, he helps you wiggle out of your teeny tiny thong and bra. His hands waste no time in squeezing your breasts and fingering you down below to make sure you’re wet enough. (Spoiler alert: You most definitely are.)

As big as he is, he slides in with relative ease thanks to how desperately you need him inside you. He fills you in perfectly, too, reaffirming the fact that you and him are perfect for one another. Fuck everyone who thinks otherwise.

You dig your long nails into his arms as he moves in and out of you. If he keeps going harder with every thrust, you’re gonna have a difficult time holding on.

“I swear your nails are like cat claws,” he grunts into your ear but makes no actual effort to extract your nails from his arms.

“If I recall correctly, you did refer to me as a soft kitten who isn’t afraid to bring her claws out,” you hum up at him.

“Hey, let’s not talk about all the sappy things I said in-game right now.” There’s a hint of poutiness in his otherwise raspy bedroom voice. As punishment for teasing him, he flips you over onto your knees to give him the best view of your ass. “You weren’t supposed to hear that stuff.”

“Tell me something I’m supposed to hear,” you challenge him as he gives your ass a good squeeze. His fingers dip back between your legs and circle your clit a few times. You body rubs back on instinct like a horny pup against a toy.

“I would like to formally ask you out,” he says with his hands at your hips and his cock back inside you. "Will you go out with me?"

“You're a little late, buddy, but yes, I’ll go out with you,” you chuckle until your orgasm sneaks up on you and hits you like a truck. The moans you let out are probably loud enough to wake the cat, but that just means the two of you will have to relocate the next time you have sex. Perhaps his place or the office breakroom might be worth considering. 

Your arms give out as you tighten around him, so you lower your face to the pillow and let the boy do as he pleases to your body to get his release. After a few more strong thrusts, he gasps your name out in pleasure and pulls out of you. You give him a good ten seconds to catch his breath before you smother him with a million kisses.

You take a glance at the time on your phone. It’s getting awfully late, and you do have that meeting in the morning, but the two of you have a few options:

A) Cuddle in bed and go to sleep like normal 9-5ers.

B) Hop online and play a few games together because your computer’s still on.

C) Go another round and make a special coffee run before the meeting.

None of those options sound like a bad idea when you’ve got Jeon Jungkook to do them with. All he has to do is say the word and you're down.

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[sailoryooons]

Sore Loser | One Shot | jjk (m)

→ Summary: It’s another day of shooting Run BTS at Bangtan Streaming for Jungkook. At least, he thinks it is until his girlfriend walks into the room and the director announces that Jungkook and his teammates will be battling two professional Valorant players for the episode. The stakes are high - but the prize if he manages to beat you? Total submission in the bedroom.

→ Pairing: streamer!Jungkook x valorantpro!reader

→ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.

→ Type: One shot

→ Word Count: 9,588

→ Genre: established relationship, pwp

→ Warnings: Explicit language, a lot of FPS terms so mentions of shooting down enemies, guns, etc. sexually explicit content including sub jk and soft dom reader, orgasm denial, teasing, dirty talk, nipple play (f. and m. receiving) oral sex (f. and m. receiving), unprotect vaginal sex (f. on top), light begging, cum eating, split play, breath control (very light throat squeezing, not really choking), orgasm control, a shit ton of praising, light scratching, I think thats all of it.

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A/N: GAMER JUNGKOOK SUPREMACY. This was honestly an excuse to write Jungkook losing at Valorant because I would pay $$$$ to play BTS in Valo. Sorry for all the gamer talk - I couldn't help but include it even though I really tried to cut down on describing game play, but I also wanted to show reader beating Jungkookie you feel me? This was entirely inspired by Disguised Toast's noobs vs. pros Valorant tourney he hosted. It was absolutely nuts to see that the pros were good enough to beat 5 players tbh. If any of you play valo - LETS PLAY TOGETHER. I never play ranked cause it's too much pressure but I can be coaxed into it if necessary - I have not ranked since like Act 3 and I ended bronze because I am a chaos demon when playing. I hope you enjoy this absolute filth ft. subby Jungkook :)

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Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. BTS is not BTS culturally, intellectually, physically or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.

The smell of coffee, heavenly and warm drags you toward the kitchen. Your socks slide against the vinyl floor of the apartment. You’re careful to step over the pile of cords your boyfriend has left tangled near the bedroom door – you’ve tripped and cursed at him once already. Absently, you think it looks suspiciously like Tangela.

“Yeah, it sort of does.” You don’t realize you’ve spoken out loud until you see Jungkook leaning on the counter, drinking coffee from one of your coffee cups. You rub the sleep from your eyes - it’s your very coveted Fruits Basket mug and you eye him suspiciously as you join him in the kitchen. “I swear I’ll untangle them tonight after work.”

You grunt, noncommittal. Your boyfriend gives you a soft smile – bunny teeth showing and eyes crinkling with delight at the corners. Despite being tired, you smile back, warmth spreading through you as he slides a premade mug of coffee to you just how you like it – two sugars and a splash of milk.

“Are you going to tell me about your super-secret work project?” Jungkook asks.

You join him leaning on the counter. He makes room to wrap an arm around you and you bury your face in the soft, grey cotton tee and inhale. He smells like florals and something headier – a smell that is just Jungkook. He is soft and warm and you want to fall asleep in his arms, coffee temporarily forgotten as you nuzzle him.

Laughter rumbles through his chest, low and soft like a distant summer storm. You look up at him, cheek pressed against his shoulder.

Even in the morning, Jungkook is so beautiful that you cannot help but fall in love with him all over again. It isn’t just his looks you love – it is the way he gets nervous around you even though you have dated for four years, it’s the competitive knit of his brow when he plays video games, the affectionate way he interacts with his viewers when he streams.

If someone had told you that the terribly shy guy who couldn’t make eye contact with you in all of your introduction classes as a college freshman would become a confident streamer and your boyfriend – you’d have told them they clearly never saw you try to ask Jungkook for notes on a missed lecture.

“Super-secret means you don’t get to know,” you remind him. You stand on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the corner of his pout. He gives you round eyes and a quivering lip, making you growl at him. “Enough! No Bambi-eyes today, Kook.”

“Come on, Ace.”

“Ah!” you hush him, ignoring the use of your nickname – one that started out as a joke among your gaming friends for your aces in Valorant and eventually became your username. “No whining. I promise you’ll find out what I’m working on.”

He huffs. Jungkook is not petulant, but the two of you are always open and honest. There is very little you don’t know about the other, so when you started working on something at work and began dropping hints, Jungkook was less than enthused that you weren’t allowed to tell him.

Well – you could. But you wanted it to be a surprise.

“Can you at least give me a hint?” he asks as you sip your coffee. You hum thoughtfully. “A collab?”

“Fine – yes it’s a collab.”

Jungkook jumps up and down, nearly knocking the mug from your hand and nearly dropping your favorite mug from his. You hiss at him and snatch his mug. “Careful! You’re going to break Tohru.”  

“Are you guys finally collaborating with Adidas?”

“I guess you’ll find out,” you tease, pulling away from him.

Jungkook pouts again but it’s not as deep this time. You laugh and not for the first time, you’re grateful that you have Jungkook.

Making friends had been increasingly difficult for you in college. As someone who was prone to being anti-social yourself, your head strong personality and taking charge of group projects was admired, but not ideal for making friends.

It didn’t help that like Jungkook, you spent an obscene number of hours at a pitiful gaming set up, eyes burning as you clawed your way through Valorant acts. You had been playing since the beta stage, making a name for yourself in the streaming and competitive scene. Your degree was in marketing – a tactical choice by you to learn how to market yourself in hopes of becoming a professional e-sports gamer and eventually opening your own company dedicated to marketing streamers and e-sports.

Now you were making a name for yourself with the first all-women professional Valorant team and you were super fucking proud of it. But no one was prouder than Jungkook. You remembered all the times he inserted himself in conversations to hype you: my girlfriend is actually a professional Valorant player – yeah first team full of women. Oh you play games? My girlfriend is a professional e-sports player. Yeah, I stream but my girlfriend is the real professional.

You could not ask for a better support system – and better friends. Jungkook is signed with a company for streaming as well – Bangtan Streaming – and he and his friends are incredible.

It’s weird to think that you were both so prominent in the gaming scene. While it did have the negatives – fans telling Jungkook that you were not good enough for him or worse, telling him that he was far better than gaming at you – there are so many amazing opportunities that both of your platforms have given you.

Grateful and lucky does not cover half of how you feel about your life.

The apartment you share downtown with Jungkook is larger than necessary – three bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms with floor to ceiling windows in the living room overlooking the city. You had learned the hard way in your previous apartment that sharing a gaming room was impossible – Jungkook is actively streaming and conversing with his viewers or doing sponsorships while you’re prone rage screaming in the background while practicing.

The separate room policy is definitely your fault.

Steam covers the bathroom mirror as you wrap yourself in a towel, combing through your hair as quickly as possible – you’re not behind yet, but you do have a habit of being late.

Jungkook comes shuffling in as you rinse your mouth from tooth paste, wiping it on a small towel by the sink. The towels that you have picked out, because you had introduced Jungkook to the concept of hand towels, face towels, decorative towels and body towels.

Why can’t I just use one? He had asked, earning a disgusted face from you.

Jungkook has come a long way from a single mattress on the floor with blue sheets and towels for pillows- though you have a sneaking suspicion he would still be living that way had you not taught him that there is more to life than bare basics.

Grabbing a blow dryer, you’re distracted when Jungkook settles behind you, wrapping hands around your waist. You glare at him in the mirror, knowing exactly where he is trying to go. He gives you doe-eyes, his attempt at innocence as he pulls your ass against his crotch.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you warn, plugging in the dryer. “No, I am going to be late.”

He leans closer to you, brushing wet strands of hair from your neck as he plants a soft kiss on the fresh skin. You hum lightly – it does feel good, the way his soft lips press against your skin. Goosebumps appear on your skin as he kisses closer to your neck, fingers tugging the towel slightly.

You turn the blow dryer on, pointing it right at his face and starling him. You burst with laughter as he steps back from you, blinking away from the sudden heat and noise of the machine.

“That’s your final warning,” you say pointedly to his scrunched-up reflection.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “Just wanted to eat you out, no big deal.” Liquid heat pools in your stomach at his words, but you stay strong, running the dryer over your damp hair. “You’re so mean.”

“I’ll make it up to you later.”

He hesitates. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

While Jungkook’s gentle nature does not always follow him into the bedroom, there are rare moments when he lets himself melt into you completely, lets you take control and guide him to shaking orgasms where he is breathy and full of tears.

Those moments are some of your favorite, where there is no dominance or fight in him, where he gives you absolute control and you can show him how good you can make him feel.

Suddenly you hate that you have been anticipating this surprise project for weeks, wanting nothing more than to turn the dryer off and mark him with your nails, teeth, fingers.

Focusing on getting dressed, you tell yourself that today is going to be fun. And it is – because Jungkook has no idea that Arsenic is collaborating with Bangtan Streaming today.

-

One of Jungkook’s favorite places to be is the BTS offices downtown. The building is cutting edge and each space inside is filled with thoughtful interior design – large spaces where people can relax and step away from the screens, a cafeteria with a variety of dietary options, a dark section of offices for group and individual gaming, and a single floor dedicated to filming spaces.

Jungkook’s favorite room at work is the dark music room that Yoongi had cut out for them. It has a focus on relaxation for those who were overstimulated for working long hours or doing charity streams on office campus.

Soft chairs, dim blue lighting and the option to put on headphones pre-set with lo-fi beats or listen to your own greet Jungkook early that morning as he waits for the final touches to be put on whatever shoot they were doing upstairs.

Run BTS episodes were almost always a surprise. He and the six other streamers that they have as their ‘streamline’ personalities cover a variety of content: Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung are focused on first person shooters and competitive games, Jimin and Hoseok both have monopoly on comfy games and laidback RPGs, while Namjoon and Yoongi are both into long campaigns.

That being said, they are all skilled at a wide variety. Jungkook came on the scene in college with his skill in Overwatch. Though he had started as a camera-off kind of streamer who got by on sheer skill, you had talked him into turning the camera on, assisting with the lighting and the background and everything.

Jungkook is so thankful for you that it is stupid. He is also insanely proud of you.

Even as he lays in the recliner, sifting through social media while listening to Yoongi’s curated playlist, he smiles when he comes across a photo of you on your Twitter – it’s a mirror selfie dropping hints at your super-secret project that he has tried to get out of you for week.

He had even spent a night going down on you multiple times in hopes of making you tired enough to let it slip – and because there are few things he liked more than eating you out – but you are stubborn and a steel box when it came to your work.

It’s fucking hot, though.

Lights are set up around the filming space as Jungkook goes upstairs. They’re shooting in one of the gaming rooms used for competitions and larger setups, rows of computers on elevated platforms in sponsored chairs and sleek setups for each station.

Over a dozen staff members move about the space, setting up. Cameras on tracks, cameras on shoulders, writers with scripts secured to clipboards, playback screens and directors, assistants running around with cups of coffee and gaffers tape to seal wires down to the floor.

Jungkook’s interest is piqued when he sees that the front of the elongated desk on the right side of the massive setup as ‘Bangtan Streaming’ on it while the other side is hidden by a sheet. He frowns as he approaches Taehyung, who is spinning in a gaming chair on the first row.

“Any idea what we’re doing today?” Jungkook asks, jerking a thumb at the empty set of gaming setups. Taehyung shakes his head, black curls bounding. Jungkook sticks a foot out, stopping the older from spinning until he vomits. “Think they’ll make us play some insanely modded game again?”

“Modded Skyrim,” Taehyung shivers. “The only place you can fight dragons as a chair.”

Jungkook hums his ascent.

The director calls for their attention and gathers five of them together. Namjoon is sitting on a beanbag watching the shoot take place – a fill for whatever their doing – while he shares a bag of popcorn with Hoseok, also a fill for today.

Without Namjoon as the active participant, Seokjin is assigned leadership duties. They each went down the line and are given their intros, letting them rehearse a few times before the director explains to them what they needed from them.

Run BTS is a large production, but it is also very loosely shot, with genuine real time reactions, staff helping giving clear directions, and stream of thought content. Jungkook loves shooting with his best friends – his brothers really – and there is always a prize at the end of each competition.

Jungkook loves winning.

Because that’s what it is – monthly episodes of them competing out of their element or within other fields of gaming and streaming that most of them are not used to.

They go through their intros, Jungkook doing his part and waiting as the director builds up what they are going to do for the day. He tries not to yawn, wishing he had made himself another cup of coffee instead of chasing you into the bathroom and hoping to get lucky.

You almost always indulge in him, but you were both busy this morning so he knows it was for the better.

“Today your teams have been chosen based on your first-person shooter abilities. The top three FPS players,” the director says. “Consists of Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung. However, your team also has two of the worst first-person shooters: Jimin and Yoongi.”

“Yah!” Yoongi yells, everyone immediately laughing. Seokjin slaps his hand on his leg as both Yoongi and Jimin start yelling, their complaints parroting back and forth. “I’m not even that bad!”

“You’re really good at other things,” Taehyung assures Yoongi, hand on his shoulder.

Yoongi shrugs Taehyungs hand off but seems appeased for the moment, making Jungkook laugh. His hands are linked behind his back as the director continues, “Today you’ll be competing in a small series against two e-sports professionals from Arsenic.”

Everyone’s eyes turn to Jungkook. He blinks in shock, looking at the door that the director gestures to. You walk in through the door waving, eyes finding Jungkook and glinting dangerously, warm smile turning into a smirk. You’re in jeans and a black and green zip up with Arsenic’s poison cloud logo on the front.

Jungkook is so stunned to see you that he doesn’t hear what the director is saying – something about a 5 vs. 2 Valorant tournament. And while it might sound absolutely insane to the views the collective seven boys have who religiously watch Run BTS, he knows that it isn’t.

You and your pink-haired teammate – Arya, he realizes when he finally snaps out of his daze -are good enough to take him and four teammates down in Valorant.

Jungkook takes a deep breath. It is his second to best game behind Overwatch, and he has played with you so much and watched so many of your matches that he knows every game mechanic and tactic you use.

Sensing that his eyes have drifted back to you, you give Jungkook a wolfish grin. Despite being at work, he feels arousal shoot straight to his dick. You’re so fucking sexy when you’re competitive and he loves when you surprise him.  

It all makes sense now. Your refusal to tell him about your upcoming collaboration, the sly way you grinned at him this morning, your mounting nervousness. You always told Jungkook what was going on at work, even if it was top secret.

He narrows his eyes at you, a smile breaking out on his face as Arya introduces herself.

“I’m Arya better known as Arsenic Arya,” she grins, waving a hand. “I’m the eldest member of Arsenic, the first member of the team, and so far this act I am Immortal Three. I main Raze and Jett and I prefer fast, mobile play.”

There is a light, golf-style clap at your introduction. Jungkook’s eyes slide to you. You’re not looking at him, but he can see the twitch of that sensuous mouth as yours as you introduce yourself.

“I’m Y/N also known as Arsenic Ace –”

“Cause she be acing,” Taehyung and Jimin call out in singsong voices, making the room laugh.

Your eyes are shinning and Jungkook is falling falling falling for you, even though all you’re doing is standing in a room and working. “Yeah, that does happen. I was the third member of the team, and this act I already hit Radiant. I main Viper and Reyna and I prefer unpredictable, aggressive play.”

The rules are simple: there will be three rounds of games, each with a different set of rules, each handicapping either the stream team or the pro team.

Round One: Pros get to choose a map of their preference and they aren’t allowed to buy weapons on each first round of the half. The winning team will receive five points.

Round Two: Pros are only allowed to defend one plant site and are not allowed to rotate until their partner dies. The stream team gets to choose a map but may not choose Haven. The winning team will receive five points.

Round Three: Pros are not allowed to play agents that they are familiar with, but they may pick the map. The winning team will receive five points.

Bonus Round: One player from each team will go in a head-to-head Spike Rush match worth ten points.

 “At the half when it’s time to switch sides, the stream team may select one of the standby players to take someone’s place. The points may be redeemed at the end of the tournament to ‘purchase’ items for dinner.”

Two production assistants role out food carts. Jungkook’s team immediately groans. The premium items are five points each, with side dishes sitting between two and three points and seasonings and ingredients being one point each.

Jungkook knows that his team isn’t bad – Taehyung is excellent at first person shooters. But as good as Seokjin’s aim is, he hates games that require excess utility which Valorant does, and Yoongi is a little bit helpless when it comes to player versus player games.

Rolling back on his feet Jungkook listens as Seokjin reads from a card about what kind of game Valorant is and what viewers can expect. He tries to keep his eyes from drifting to you – he's working, for fuck sake – but he knows that you’re paying attention to the directors with your hands laced behind your back.

A total professional. You've always been harder to influence than Jungkook when it comes to distractions – especially devious ones.

Suddenly, Jungkook can’t focus on anything but wanting to rile you. He knows he needs to focus up for his team – he's going to be their linchpin if they want to win. He is the most familiar with the game play beside Taehyung, and he knows you better than anyone else in the room.

Someone calls his name and he blinks in surprise, eyes go wide as he looks at the camera. Jimin is smirking next to him, his eyes half-moons as he tries to contain his laughter and Jungkook knows that he was caught starting at you.

Browser loading, is what you like to call it when he gets that faraway look. He loves the way you think it’s cute – instantly cooing at him and kissing him as he forgets what it was, he was drifting off about anyway.

“You’ll be the team’s best weapon today, right?” The director asks. “Valorant is your second most streamed game behind Overwatch and you’ve participated in charity streams in conjunction with Arsenic before.”

“Uh,” he starts out nodding, “Yeah - yes. I’ve played it a lot since beta. I recently hit Diamond Two this act.”

“And you have insider information, since Arsenic Ace is your girlfriend?”

Jungkook flushes red and looks at his shoes. He notices that the white Nikes no longer have scuff marks, and it occurs to him that you must have heard him complaining about them and clean them. His heart swells and he warm further, nodding his head.

“Yes, I’m very familiar with her style. She won’t take it easy on us, though.”

They pause filming to set up near the computers.

Jungkook rushes over to you. You turn to him with a grin. “Surprise,” you whisper. “You’re not mad, are you?”

“No - this is so cool. How did this come about?”

“Jin actually proposed it a bit ago to Arya when they were at some sort of co-op event for Twitch. When she brought it up, she asked if I would want to do the program and I obviously said yes. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh I'm surprised.” He looks you up and down. You’re dressed simply, but he can smell you this close – you smell like the apartment you share and a light, floral fragrance. The combination of home and florals makes him dizzy. “Want to make a wager?”

You’re already ahead of him. “Loser has to submit,” you whisper to him. “You want to risk that? Want to risk being fucked dumb, baby?”

Your words shoot straight to his cock and he swears he’s about to pop hard on right there. He licks his lips, finding that he needs water – now.

“Come on, Jeon,” you croon, biting your bottom lip and pulling at the hem of his shirt. “Make the bet. I win and I get to do whatever I want to you tonight. You win and I’m yours.”

“You’re already mine.”

You narrow your eyes. “Bet or no?”

Jungkook knows it’s a win-win scenario. Either he’s going to have you lying on your back, begging for his cock to split you open or you’ll sink that pretty pussy down on him and make him sit there while you touch him gently all over. Or you’ll make him sit on his hands while you lick the tip of his cock gently, kittenish and teasing until he’s begging you fuck him, begging you to sit on his face, to anything.

“You’re on,” he growls. He has to adjust he’s jeans when you back away. Your eyes follow the movement, raising your brow as you do.

“Just don’t forget you’re not allowed to be a sore loser.”

-

“No,” you hear Jungkook yelling even through your headphones. “Don’t enter Viper’s ult. You light up red when you enter, and she’ll see you before you see her. Jin – stop shooting at spike, she doesn’t sit on spike in her ult, she shift walks to keep movement unpredictable and lure you in.”

Jungkook is trying and failing to get his team to listen to him. Seokjin plays too eager, shooting at the planted spike in your smoke and immediately giving you away. You throw your snake bite venom onto the spike, making it so that anyone who tries to diffuse will take damage fast.

Rotating out of Viper’s ultimate, you spot Seokjin exactly where he was shooting at you from ropes and tap him once. Seokjin let’s out a roar of frustration as you grin and enter your ult, the spike beeping a faster rhythm.

Arya spectates next to you, having been taken out by Jungkook before plant. She managed to take Jimin with her, and now it’s just you and Yoongi, who plays very tentatively with Sage.

You tune out Jungkook’s coaching of his older teammate while you navigate the green smoke. It’s match point of the first round – which you have handedly raced to a 12 – 4 score.

Sage walls under you suddenly, sending Viper up and out of ult. You’re fast, jumping down and locating the red outline on spike, one tapping Yoongi’s Sage and dropping her.

Arya screams as you win the game, pulling your headphones all the way off and rolling your sweat a little backward to grin at Jungkook. He is leaned back in his chair, patting Yoongi on the back who is now grumbling about why was I chosen for a player verse player game?

The second round goes better for the stream team as you’ve started calling them for the tournament. With the rules of the second round tying you to a sight until your teammate dies, you and Arya decide to pick Sentinels, agents whose purpose are to lockdown and defend site.

You’re not terrible with Chamber by any means, his utility almost giving you a dualist advantage, but the map is big and rotating while the stream team plants the spike after killing Arya is hard.

Thankfully, they don’t call you Ace for no reason.

Though Arya gets two herself as Jett, you grin like a maniac as you nail your fourth ace, killing all four of the stream team in rapid succession with Chamber’s ultimate – a sniper that not only works better than the op, but is a little easier to aim.

The chat in the bottom left screen starts lighting up, making you giggle

Jungkook.97: you are sweaty

Jungkook.97: touch grass

Jungkook.97: you can sleep on the couch

ArsenicAce: Can’t hear u over the sound of my ace and clutch &lt;3

Jungkook makes it his only mission to take you out. His gameplay changes and you realize that Jungkook and Taehyung are more focused on eliminating you from site early to rush the plant before locking it down and fending off Arya.

The plan works in that it doesn’t: they do manage to eliminate you early in rounds when they rush your site, but Arya is good. She rotates fast, using Jett’s mobility to give her room to re-take site. When she gets an operator, they drop like flies, your teammate hitting every snipe.

You take round two but barely – finishing the round 13-10.

Jungkook continues spamming the chat – teasing you through text even though he’s not that far away. You smirk, fingers rapid fire on the keys as the stream team decides to swap out Yoongi (who is so relieved he cheers) for Namjoon at the beginning of round three.

Namjoon gives them the luck that he needs. Because you and Arya aren’t allowed to select agents that you’re familiar with, you make blunders early on when trying to use the utility of your characters. You’ve play Phoenix once in your life, managing to blind yourself around every corner and blind Arya multiple times.

After getting yourself smoked enough times, you stop using your utility altogether.

Arya doesn’t fare any better. She's taking the lead on the strategy, trying to use Sova to gather utility but she shoots her recon darts too high, too short and has killed you once or twice with her shock darts.

You are a laughing mess, wiping tears from your eyes as Namjoon defuses the spike after Arya shot her shock dart up into the sky screaming, “I have lineups!”

Her lineup fried you as you rotated onto site, her laughter so sudden and hysterical that it left her open to be taken out by Taehyung.

You lose the third round – graciously, of course – 6-13.

The bonus round is the only way that they can win, but everyone is laughing. Arya pats you on the head, nominating you for the 1 v. 1 before you can discuss it. Jungkook is not only the obvious choice when you’re selected to represent Arsenic, but he wants this.

He is hungry to beat you. The promise of getting to do whatever he wants to you for too good of a prize to let it go.

You go for the surprise agent selection. Jungkook expects you to puck Viper or Reyna – perhaps even Omen.

You go for Yoru. His favorite agent to play. You’re unsurprised when he tries to throw you off as well – Jungkook selects Chamber and you know he’s hoping the extra weapons utility will give him an edge.

Spike Rush is different. You load with full utility – no ultimate – and the guns are random. And it’s Jungkook’s demise immediately when you spawn first round with a sheriff. Blinding him is easy and it takes a one tap to win.

“YAH SHE SHOULDN’T BE ALLOWED SHERIFF’S!” Jungkook hollers, making you laugh. You can hear the frustration as the second round starts. “WHO USES THE SHORTY? NO ONE!”

It takes Jungkook all of 40 seconds to kill you with said bucky and correct his stance to, “SHORT IS AWESOME. EAT SHELLS.”

ArsenicAce: Lucky, Jeon.

Jungkook.97: EAT SHELLS

Jungkook is competitive. You feel a surge of frustration – not because you’re tied and not because he’s being mean – but because you are just as competitive and you want to win. You focus, going quiet as the round stars with an operator.

You let Jungkook onto sight before using Yoru’s dimensional drift, running past him and appearing down the same hall he came down. You pick him off so easily you hear the screech.

You’re one win away from the prize. Your heart rate speeds up as the round starts, but there was no reason to worry. You exchange fire with him but you land a headshot, making Jungkook scream in frustration.

Quick as possible, you rapid fire a message into the chat.

ArsenicAce: dominated.

You grin. It’s a promise and you bothknow it.

-

You’re swinging your legs back and forth, sipping a glass while sitting on the island counter when Jungkook walks in. He stops and looks at you, dropping his bag by the door and staring at you, a soft pout on his lips.

The wine is a sweet red, fruity on your tongue. Once the shoot was over, you kissed him goodbye and promised to meet him at home. He had grumbled a response, looking at his shoes and shifting from foot to foot.

Now he’s hesitating by the door. His eyes are wide and his lips downturned, Jungkook not leaving the safe haven of the doorway. You crook a finger at him, beckoning him. He shakes his head, pout deepening.

You click your teeth at him. “Kookie.”

“It wasn’t fair,” he says softly, looking at his shoes and kicking the wooden floor lightly. He looks so young when he does this – eyes round, lips full, the bottom lip stuck out more just a little bit more than the top lip, shoulders tucked and voice soft. “You’re a pro.”

“Life isn’t fair.”

“Yeah but I didn’t stand a chance.”

“You stood plenty of a chance. It was 5 vs. 2.”

“Still,” he huffs. “You guys are like a million ranks above my team.”

Setting your glass of wine down, the clink of the glass on the marvel is loud in the empty space between you. You lean forward, elbows on knees as you level a glare at your boyfriend. He chews the corner of his lips.

Nervous. He wanted to be in control today – you know he did. His little moves in the bathroom that morning hinted that he was itching to pin you down to the bed and make a mess of you.

Too bad he lost.

“You’re being a sore loser, Jungkookie.” He says nothing, nibbling his lip. “What did we talk about?”

“Not being a sore loser.”

“Come here.” Your voice is soft, almost a croon. “Have some of my wine, baby.”

The gentle voice pulls him toward you. His eyes are soft and brown, so beautiful that you feel yourself soften as he nears you. He smells like faded cologne and a little bit of sweat after a long day, but he smells like Jungkook and you love that.

Leaning back, you widen your legs so that he can slot himself between them. You grab your glass of wine and bring it up to his lips. His brown eyes are hypnotizing as he lets you tilt the glass gently, careful to not spill it all over him.

Jungkook’s throat bobs as he sips the wine. You pull it away, a red bead running down his chin. You lean forward, kissing the wine messily, tongue sneaking out to taste his skin and wine. He makes a breathy sound as you pull away.

“Sweet?” you murmur. He nods, eyes focused only on you. Gently, to brush the hair from his face. It’s longer on the top now, the side and underneath shaved. You love running your fingers through his hair only to scratch the short hair at the nap of his neck.

“Go shower,” you instruct him with a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Then get in bed. No clothes.”

He nods lips twitching in a smile. “Want you now though.”

You hum, squeezing his hips with your knees. “Wanna make you clean so I can get you all dirty again.”

Something like a moan escapes his lips and he reluctantly pulls away from you. He’s no longer the pouting, pride-wounded boy at the door. You can see you’ve enticed him now – soft dominance is the play now that you know his mood.

You hear the shower turn on. You’ve already showered, having slipped into a sheer lingerie set, the bra, garter belt and panties all sheer, skin tone mesh with white daises and pink, lace lining. It’s a contrast for the black sets you usually where when in charge, a fresh change to surprise Jungkook.

Though you hear him get out the shower, you don’t go into your bedroom right away. You move around the kitchen, grabbing glasses of water to place on the nightstand. Slowly, you walk into the room.

It’s dim, the only light the orange glow of the salt lamp on the dresser. Jungkook is laying on the bed, damp hair pushed out of his face. He is gloriously naked, sprawled with his hands fiddling with the chains around his neck.

And he’s half hard.

You smirk, knowing that Jungkook probably teased himself in the shower, too excited to be patient. You set the glasses of water on the nightstand and he reaches for you. You hiss at him and smack his hands away, making him frown and drop them on either side.

Jungkook is so perfect. Not just because his body is defined by tone muscle with a waist narrow enough to make you jealous, but because it’s his body. Because it holds everything you hold dear, because it keeps him happy and healthy.

You sit near his feet, eyes only for him. Smooth skin, flushed cheeks and neck, half-hard cock that is turning dark at the tip. Your mouth waters.

“Did you touch yourself in the shower?” He shakes his head but doesn’t meet your eyes. You hum, pinching his ankle to make him look at you. “Did you touch yourself a little bit in the shower, Jungkookie? You can be honest with me.”

“Yes.”

“What were you think about?”

“You. Your mouth. Want it so fucking bad.”

“Yeah?” He nods. “Want to feel my mouth around your pretty cock? Want me to lick the tip just the way you like, want me to choke on it?”

“Fuck yeah.”

You smirk a bit. “Touch yourself for me. Show me how you did it, how you like to be touched.”

“You know how I like to be touched.”

You pinch his ankle again and he whines. Licking his lips, Jungkook lifts a hand to grip his cock in his hand. You stop him before he can stroke the shaft, drawing his wide-eyes on you, confused at what he did wrong.

Crawling forward, you straddle his knees. His breath quickens as you lean over him, gathering spit in your mouth and letting it dribble onto the tip of his dick. He curses under his breath. “Stroke your cock for me.” Your voice is a gentle caresses. “Get it nice and hard for me.”

Jungkook is breathy. You feel warm all over, your head emptying of thoughts as you watch his pretty, tattooed hand stroke up and down his cock. The only sound is that of the slick spit and precum he gathers at the tip, spreading it like lubrication. His breath quickens, your eyes focused on his cock. He whines and you look up.

“Hmm?”

“Want your hands.”

“Hmm. No. Want to get you nice and ready for me, yeah?” His knees shift under you. “Here, let me motivate you.”

Carefully, you pull the hoodie off your body, revealing the floral bra. Jungkook moans out loud then, head hitting the back of your headboard. You grin, sliding off of him to shimmy out of the sweatpants.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you.” You lean forward and give him a fleeting kiss on the lips. He chases after your mouth but you dance away from him, straddling his knees again. “Come on, baby. Just a little more. Need some more of my spit?”

He nods. You lean forward and spit on the tip of his cock again, making his hips twitch upward. “Go on,” you urge. “You’re being such a sweet boy for me.”

Jungkook’s eyes flutter as he closes them, stroking his cock with slow, even paces. You lightly run your nails up and down his thighs and he shivers violently, squeezing the base of his cock as you draw light sounds of him.

“Does that feel good?” You ask and he nods quickly. His pace has gotten faster. “Ah, slow.”

“Fuck,” he curses. “Please touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“Want you to touch my cock.”

“Then listen to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

His voice is so gentle that it makes you lean forward, surprising him as you steal a kiss from him. He drops his hands from his cock, fisting the sheets as you lick into his mouth, leading the kiss. It’s gentle and sloppy, Jungkook tilting his face up to you as you run your fingers through his hair, pulling lightly.

Another shiver goes through him as your run your nails against his scalp. You smile into the kiss, sucking his tongue gently. He whimpers.

“Want me to suck your cock like that?” You ask him. You pull back and he sticks his tongue out for you, nodding and pliant. “Ask nicely,” you mutter before dipping back down and sucking his tongue back into your mouth, brushing yours against his. “And maybe I’ll do it.”

“Please,” he asks quickly. “Want to feel your mouth so bad.”

You hum thoughtfully. Your mouth leaves his, pressing wet kisses along his jaw. You nip marks into him, leaving him panting underneath you. Your tongue traces his jaw, licking up to his ear. You nibble lightly on his lobe before whispering. “So sweet for me.”

Kissing down his neck sets a fire in Jungkook. His chest is flushed red, the coloring beautiful as it reaches up his neck. You pull at his sensitive skin with gentle teeth, laving over it with your tongue to sooth the sting.

Jungkook white knuckles the sheets as you pause at his chest, looking up at him through your lashes as your tongue darts out to circle a single, dusky nipple. Jungkook keens, the sound high pitch and faint. Carefully, you nip the bud gently, Jungkook bucking beneath you.

It’s hot – it’s more than hot. You watch his every reaction as you kiss across his chest to lick at his other nipple. His chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate as he pants, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he squeezes his eyes shut, squirming beneath you. You’re barely touching him but Jungkook has always been sensitive – especially when he’s not in control.

With your eyes still on him, you shuffle down the bed, kissing him every inch of the way. His eyes are back on you, half-lidded and hazy as he stares. You smile up at him, knowing that he’ll do whatever you ask. You love him like this, so needy for you, so willing to give you over every ounce of control and trust.

It fills you with pride, knowing that when he wants to grab your hair, he’s grabbing the sheets instead. Jungkook has learn to control himself, and it’s all so that you can please him.

“You’re so perfect,” you whisper. You grab his heavy cock in your hand. He sighs in relief. He’s hard and aching, thick girth begging for attention. You squeeze the base of his dick lightly as you lick the tip so lightly that he whines. “Love having you like this for me. Love when you let me take care of you.”

“Please,” he whispers.

You hum in response, bending down to suck just the crown of Jungkook’s cock in your mouth. He lets out a loud moan, increasing in volume as your tongue circles the tip. You come off of him with a gentle pop but you down pull away. instead, your tongue leisurely tracing the vein under his cock.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses loudly. “Can I touch you?”

“Nope,” you chirrup. “Hands to yourself. I’ll let you know when you can touch me.”

“Haven’t I been good?”

“I don’t know,” you hum. “You’ve not been super patient.”

“I’m sorry.”

The whine in his voice makes you smile. “That’s okay. Just relax for me, yeah?”

You feel him not more than you see him. You run your hands up and down his thick thighs, placing soft kisses on the flesh. Deciding to reward him for his patience, you give his dick a few slow strokes before you take him in your mouth in earnest.

Little sounds escape his mouth as he closes his eyes. You watch every minute expression on his face, the way his brows crease in pleasure, the way his mouth falls open as he gasps when you sink the warmth of your mouth down on him, hollowing your cheeks for extra suction.

Jungkook is beautiful getting blown. He is so expressive, head rolling to the side. He pants, sweat beading on his chest as you bob your head, making sure to suck him loud and sloppy, just the way he likes it.

For what you can’t reach, you pump with your hand, moving in a steady tandem as he twists the sheets in his hands, thighs and hips jumping with twitches as he moans. You pull off him again, gathering your spit to let it drip from your lips to his tip, pumping his cock faster with a firm hand, twisting at the top the way he likes.

Your boyfriend is melting beneath you.

“Gonna cum if you don’t stop,” he rasps, voice rough. He nods – more to himself than you. “Gonna cum.”

You feel it, the twitch in your hand. You pump him faster and as he begins to twist himself into the sheets, you let go. Jungkook’s eyes snap open with wild fury as you crawl away from him, grinning and settling on your knees just a foot away from him.

“No!” he protests, throwing his head back against the headboard. “Please make me cum please make me come please.”

His begging is cute and soft. You crawl forward, hushing him with a kiss that is more gentle than you’re being with his dick. He licks into your mouth, hungry and wanting, hands pulling at your thighs. He tries to steer you toward his cock but you’re firm, nails digging into the tops of his shoulders.

“Sweet boys make their girlfriends cum first.”

“Yes,” he agrees, looking up at you with blown pupils and pure adoration. You tuck damp strands of hair behind his ear. “Please let me touch you. Want to make you cum.”

“Touch me where, hmm?”

“Sit on my face,” he answers with no hesitation. “Please. Want to taste you.”

“Take these off me, then.”

Jungkook moves too fast. You smack foreheads and groan, holding your head where his hit yours. He apologizes, taking your face in his hands and kissing the spot. You smile as he kisses your lips and murmurs one more apology before his hands, trembling with the denied orgasm, are pulling at the dainty underwear.

“These are beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs. He slides the material down your legs and you help him get them off you. He places them delicately on the bed instead of tossing them. “You’re beautiful. And good at gaming.”

“Yeah?” You push him back. Jungkook slides down the bed, head resting on pillows as you climb up his body. You grab him by the chin gently, making him look at you. “I deserve a good orgasm after winning today, hmm? Going to congratulate me?”

He nods and sticks his tongue out. You know what he’s asking for. You gather spit in your mouth, letting it pool from yours to his. He folds his tongue back in his mouth, swallowing before opening again. You grin at him, so fucking turned on that it takes all of your control not to tell him to fuck you senseless right there.

“Fuck you’re so good,Jungkook.”

His grin is blinding.

Shifting, you carefully put your knees on either side of his head, hovering your dripping core over his eager mouth. You moan breathily when you feel the heat of his breath on your pussy, breath caught in your throat.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, the words ghosting over your slit. You look down between your legs, where Jungkook is fixated. He licks his lips and lifts his mouth upward, giving a tentative lick that has you sighing in relief. “Mmmm.

“Go on,” you encourage him. With one hand, you hold the headboard. The other cards gently through his hair. “Make me cum, baby.”

Jungkook hums. His hands go to your waist, pulling your pussy further down to his mouth. Your eyes shut and a shaky breath slides through you as he starts to take slow, long licks from hole to clit. The feeling of his rough tongue slowly sliding through your folds makes you grip his hair harder.

Little sounds of pleasure escape him, sighs and humming and moans as he fastens his mouth to your clit, sucking gently. Pleasure shoots through you, your thighs turning soft and jelly as Jungkook begins to eat you out in earnest.

Messy sounds of Jungkook licking, sucking and fucking your hole with his tongue feel the room, accompanied by your soft praises. A steady hum has settled in your stomach, growing as he sucks particularly harshly on your clit.

“Fuck that feels so good, Jungkook.” You rock your hips against his mouth and he flattens his tongue, letting you fuck yourself on his face. “You know exactly how to eat my pussy, don’t you?”

“Mmmm.” His tongue circles your clenching hole a few times before sliding back up to suckle on your clit. “Love eating your pussy.”

“Yeah? Love it when I fuck myself on your tongue?”

“Yes.”

“God, you’re going to make me fucking cuuuum.” You’re panting, barely able to catch your breath. You feel hot all over as your hips take over, finding a rhythm that has you resting your head on the headboard, gasping as you chase your orgasm. “Fuck, Jungkook – so fucking good keep going.”

He hums, fingers digging into the meat of your ass as he helps you ride his face further. “Please cum,” he gasps between harsh sucks on your bundle of nerves. “Wanna taste it. Please.”

It’s the way he sucks on your clit hard and the way he asks so sweetly for your cum that sends you flying over the edge. You squeeze your eyes shut, cursing and pulling his hair tightly as you cum undone, thighs shaking, lungs heaving as you ask for air.

You’re dizzy with the force of your orgasm, muscles in your thighs jumping as Jungkook licks at your hole lazily, not letting a drop go to waste. You sag against the headboard, catching your breath and running your fingers through Jungkook’s hair gently.

“Fuck that felt so good,” you whisper. “Love when you let me ride your face.”

You shift back down so you’re straddling his waist. Jungkook’s lips are wet with spit and cum, the perfect combination. You grab him by the chin, leaning down to swallow his moans as you kiss him fiercely, leading him through the kiss.

Jungkook’s heart rattles against your other palm, skipping and beating and dancing. It beats in time with yours, two wild hearts ready to burst through your ribcage. You love Jungkook so much it hurts sometimes, especially in moments like this where you need no other language but the whisper of skin on skin, the smack of your lips.

“Need you,” Jungkook whispers between messy kisses made of tongue and teeth. “Please. Want to feel good with you.”

“Yeah?” You purr, running nails lightly up his chest. You leave pink marks in its wake. “Gonna let me bounce on your cock?” He nods as you rake your nails back down, just a little harder, angry red lines chasing your hands. “Gonna let me cum first since I won?” Jungkook nods again. “Take this off me.”

Slow hands rub up your thighs, your hips. Jungkook is delicate as he unhooks the garter belt from you, dropping it next to you. His hands are rough from years of different activities. Goosebumps follow in the wake of his hands as they trace your soft curves to your breasts. He squeezes you over the bra, thumbs lightly brushing back and forth across your nipples. You sigh, lids closing as you let him explore your skin.

It's like Jungkook can’t tough enough of you, hands skating up and down your back, felling the pattern of your spin, molding his fingers and hands to the muscles of your back. He unhooks your bra on the second try. You angle your arms so that it’s easier for him to pull it off. The fabric scratches your skin lightly, making you feel overheated and electric.

You look at Jungkook and see a single thing: adoration.

No matter who is leading the way, no matter if the sex is rough or soft or a quicky in the car on a lunch break, Jungkook looks at you with unbound adoration. You’ve been together for years and even when you tried out something new with awkward, tangled limbs and bumping foreheads, you could look at him when you were hesitant and see how much he loved you.

See how much he needed you.

That fire spurs you onward. You love him just as much, especially when he makes a gasping sound as you grab his cock, running the tip up and down your slit, wetting him enough to sink slowly down on him.

Your gaze is locked on watching him as you slowly spear yourself on his cock. The stretch doesn’t hurt – it fills you up, making everything tight and full and wonderful. Your thighs shake, still recovering from the orgasm Jungkook gave you a few seconds ago but you don’t care.

Stuffed full of his cock and fully seated, you watch as the muscles in his body twitch and flex. His entire body reacts to you, especially when you clench your walls on him, grinning as he trembles beneath you.

Jungkook looks up at you with those soft eyes, fists at his side and waiting for you to do something, to do anything.

“What do you want, baby?” you ask him. “Tell me what you want.”

“Want to touch you?”

You roll your hips experimentally, both of you gasping as his dick reaches the deepest parts of you. “Touch me how? Use your words.”

“Wanna suck those tits while you fuck me.”

You trace your hands up your sides slowly, brushing them over your body. You push your breasts together as you slowly begin to roll your hips, sliding up and down his girth. Jungkook makes tiny little sounds under you, veins in his neck flexing.

“Yeah?” you ask using the power of your thighs to fuck yourself on him slowly. “Want to give that beautiful mouth something to do while I get off?”

He nods. “Sit up for me, then. Lean against the headboard.”

Careful not to pull out of you, Jungkook shifts so that he can lean against the headboard. You’re in his lap, fully seated. Jungkook’s obsession with your tits comes out in full form when you’re in charge, his mouth hungrily seeking your right nipple.

A light sigh escapes your mouth as you set a steady pace, rolling your hips to pull you forward and back on his cock. Jungkook moans as his tongue flicks back and forth over your nipple, sucking gently while his hand comes to play with the other.

Your hands dig into his shoulders for support, pushing on the muscle there to lift your hips every time you roll forward, coming down a little harder on his cock as you do. He pants against your chest, kissing all the skin accessible to him as you focus on the tip of his cock brushing your g-spot. You shift a little and find it, a moan forming his name escaping your lips.

“Fuck,” he curses softly. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you like this?” He nods, nose brushing the valley of your breasts. “You like it when I beat you at video games too, don’t you? You complain about it but I see the way you look at me after.”

You up the pace, bounding fully in his lap. His hands continue to squeeze and massage your breasts, heightening your rippling pleasure every time you sink down on his cock. Jungkook makes you feel so good and even though your words are tight and a growl, you’re coming undone for him. You always come undone for him.

“Love when I kick your ass, hmm?”

“Yes.”

“Love showing off how good I am to all your friends, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck,” you growl. “You’re so fucking perfect Jungkook. Love the way you make me feel, love the sounds you make, love you.”

“Please cum,” he pants. “Not gonna last if you keep doing that. Please.”

Your right hand goes from his shoulder to his neck. You look down at him first, watching for a reaction. He nods his head subtly, leaning back on the headboard and closing his eyes, letting you take control as his hands rests on your hips, applying a little pressure to help you bounce on him.

“So fucking pliant for me,” you gasp, your fingers inching to the edge of his throat. You don’t squeeze as much as you use his pressure points as a place to put your weight. His eyes are fluttering behind closed lids, breathing coming out in soft gasps between swollen and bitten lips. “Such a good fucking boyfriend, so fucking sweet.”

Jungkook hums under your praise. You fuck yourself onto him earnestly, hearing skin against skin, feeling the sweat of sliding bodies, the thick tension in the air. Your stomach coils and your head falls back as you gasp, feeling your orgasm wind and wind and wind until it snaps.

You gasp through it, slowing your hips slightly and shaking as you cum hard around him. Jungkook digs his fingers into your hips, bruising and scratching your flesh. He’s trying not to cum, you can feel him panting beneath you.

You duck your lips to his ear, nipping lightly as you whisper, “Cum baby.” You give his neck a tiny squeeze. “Cum for me.”

Jungkook does. He goes rigid beneath you, head digging into the headboard as you let go of his throat. He seizes harder as the blood rushes through him. You kiss his brow, his hairline, his nose, his temple as he cums, quivering beneath you.

Gently, you still your movements on top of him. It is sticky between you, chest on chest, his arms wrapped around your hips. You’re both panting, hot breath fanning the other. You run your hands through his hair repeatedly, kissing him all over his face as he catches his breath.

Slowly, you lean over toward the nightstand, his softening cock falling out of you. You hate the loss of him, wincing slightly as you feel a mix of cum running down your thighs. You leave it alone, grabbing a glass of water and bringing it back to him.

Jungkook opens his eyes, looking up at you like you hold the stars in the night sky for him. You smile gently as he accepts the water, taking large, solid gulps.

He leans up when he finishes the glass to press a firm, sweet kiss on your lips. Your hands tangle in the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck.

“Thanks for not being a sore loser,” you murmur against his lips, smiling.

He gives your hips a squeeze. “Oh that’s because I want a rematch.”

“Seriously?”

Jungkook grins. “So, when can we play?

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[jjungkookislife]

Good Kitty

ღ pairing: boyfriend!taehyung x fem. reader x boyfriend’s bff!jungkook

ღ genre: established relationship au, fwb, smut [18+)

ღ summary: Sometimes you need to curl up under your boyfriend’s desk to suck him off while he games and calls you a good kitty.

ღ wc: 2.5k

ღ warnings: cursing, bdsm undertones, daddy!tae aka daddy kink, brat!reader, some degradation, voyeurism (over voice chat and video call/photos), rough oral sex (f. giving), sloppy bj (with lots of drooling and crying), bd!tae, spit kink, cock slapping, mutual masturbation, pet names (kitten, kitty, baby, baby girl, etc), pet play (oc lies on a pet bed and has a cage), cum swallowing, cum facial

ღ a/n: I’d love to hear from you here if you enjoy this fic <3

ღ date: June 16, 2022

Taehyung’s gaming area was sacred. It took up more than half the spare bedroom in your shared apartment and sat across from your pretty pink gaming setup. You often game together when possible, but your interest came and went as often as the seasons changed.

Tonight, Taehyung had finished up a stream and decided to continue playing with Jungkook on the line. When Taehyung had caught sight of your bored face, he had moved his black chair out of the way.

“Come sit, baby,” he said in a deep tone that left no room for argument. You stumbled over yourself as you crawled toward the plush cushion under his desk specifically for you.

Taehyung smiles warmly down at you, his hand patting your head. “That’s a good girl.”

You melt.

Usually, you’d have one of your headbands on, but you’d forgotten it in your bathroom while washing your face. You knew Taehyung’s nights often went on into the early morning, and tonight was no different. You sat on your pink bed, your head resting on his lap as you tugged on the hem of the shirt you’d stolen from him.

Taehyung didn’t care. He loved when you wore his clothes with nothing else underneath, and tonight was no different.

“Focus!” Jungkook shouts into Taehyung’s headphones.

“I am. Have you forgotten who's gotten us this far?” Taehyung responds with a tick of his head.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jungkook mutters before shutting up. Taehyung smirks.

You rest your head on Taehyung’s thighs for a while, just listening to him converse with Jungkook over their game. He curses here and there, and his knee jerks at one point.

“Shit, sorry, Kitten.”

“It’s okay, Daddy.” You whisper.

Taehyung looks away from his screen, raising a brow. “Don’t start.”

“I’m not?” Comes Jungkook’s perplexed reply.

“Not you,” Taehyung huffs in annoyance. “I was talking to Kitten.”

“Oh? Is she joining us?” Jungkook asks.

“No, she’s in her feline mood,” Taehyung answers as you rub your cheek on his pajama bottoms before looking up at him.

“Ooh, am I in for a treat, then?” Jungkook chuckles.

“Only if you want to stick around. I can’t promise anything,” Taehyung shrugs as your hands rub up and down his thighs. He knows it’s only a matter of time before you’re tugging them down to his ankles.

“That’s fine,” Jungkook says before he’s cursing, his focus back on the game as he gets shot at.

Taehyung stops patting your head, and you huff, your manicured nails digging into his thigh a little rough.

“Kitty!” Taehyung chastises, but you pout as you try to regain his attention.  

“Claws?” Jungkook jokes, a witness to your catty behavior a handful of times.

“Yes,” Tae looks down at you with a stern gaze. “Seems she can’t keep her hands to herself tonight. Might have to give her something to do.”

You nod enthusiastically, and your boyfriend laughs. “Only if you’re a good girl, Kitten. Bad girls don’t get rewarded.”

“Yes, daddy,” you nod, and Jungkook curses.

Taehyung gives the game his full attention, complacent with you touching his legs and tugging at his shirt every so often. It’s not until your palm pressed against his crotch that he jerks.

“Kitten!” He rasps as he looks down at you.

Taehyung clicks his tongue. He knows better than to fall for your little facade. You smirk, moving back until you’re lying on your small bed.

After all, it was your brattiness that had him hooked on you when you first met.

You occupy yourself with your phone for a few minutes, long enough for Taehyung to forget about you while he’s grunting and cursing as he gets killed.

“That was bull!” He exclaims as he runs a hand through his mess of curly locks. Jungkook cackles in his ears as he agrees, but waits for his best friend to respawn.

When Taehyung is back in the game, you crawl closer to him to palm his cock. This time, he’s too focused to acknowledge you, so you continue playing with his cock until he slowly grows hard.

Smiling to yourself, you tug his plaid pajama bottoms harshly. Taehyung gasps at your actions but only has a split second to avoid being killed in the game.

“Bad kitty!”

“Fuck, is she starting?” Jungkook groans, biting his lip. Taehyung chuckles. “Possibly.”

Looking down at you, Taehyung strokes your face to get your attention. “What do you need daddy to do?”

“Nothing, daddy. Play your game,” you respond softly as your hand wraps around him over his boxers. Taehyung sags into his chair, frowning when you squeeze his length harder than necessary.

You grin as you lean in closer to Tae. Your tongue traces his cock over his boxers. You mouth it, soaking the black material as Tae curses your name.  

“Good Kitty.”

Encouraged by his words, you tug on his boxers, and he lifts his hips off the chair to help you pull them all the way off. His cock slaps against his belly, hard and dribbling pre-cum. Your mouth waters at the sight as he lifts his shirt higher to not stain it.

“Fuck, daddy,” you lick your lips as you stare heatedly at his cock, already feeling the soreness in your throat. Taehyung chuckles, gripping his cock at the base and slapping your cheek. He groans when you stick your tongue out to lick it.

“You just can’t be satisfied with what I give you. You always have to take a little more?” Huh, Kitten?”

“Sorry, daddy. Just hungry,” you giggle as he slaps your face again but leans back in his chair, ignoring his friend’s cursing in his headset.

“Have at it, Kitty.”

With his verbal consent, you jump him. Your hand wraps around the base, but your fingers don’t meet, so you bring in your other hand, and your lips plant a wet kiss on the underside of his cock.

Taehyung smiles, ignoring you as he tries to keep his attention on the screen. You know you’re on your own for now, and that’s perfectly okay as you lower your mouth on the head. Gently you suckle it, tongue swirling slowly around him for a moment before you’re pulled off and get comfortable on your knees.

This is a position you’ve been in plenty of times. Under Tae’s desk on your pet bed with his cock in your mouth, your face on his lap as you suck him off. You’re not in a rush, teasing his slit and slurping his pre-cum enthusiastically.

Taehyung’s groans and soft curses are music to your ears, knowing you’re still affecting him despite his icy demeanor. So you stay in your spot, cock in your mouth and face on his lap as he pets you. His fingers weave in your hair, gently moving his hand as he scratches gently. You moan around him, your whines muffled by his fat cock that sits heavy on your tongue and makes your small mouth ache.

“Such a good kitty for daddy. Look at you so pretty with my fat cock in your mouth. I bet you want me to cum down your throat and fill your belly too,” Taehyung smirks when you whine, thighs pressed together as his hand leaves your hair and moves to your breast. He takes a second to find your pert nipple, pinching it roughly to get you to scream. Your eyes glaze with lust and a bit of anger, but your hand moves between your thighs.

“You should see her, Kook,” Taehyung licks his lips as he looks down at you. “Stuffed full of my cock and rubbing her pathetic little clit. She’s so wet from sucking the head that she can’t even focus solely on me. What a bad kitty she is, don’t you think?” Taehyung grins with mischief as he disconnects the headset and allows Jungkook’s groan to come through his speakers.

Taehyung reaches for his phone, raising it in front of you. You nod as he takes a picture of you to send to Jungkook.

“Fuck,” Jungkook drags out the word, biting his lip as he stares at the gift from his friend. “She looks so hot.”

“You hear that, pretty Kitty? Jungkook thinks you look hot. How about you take your shirt off so he can see those pretty tits?” Taehyung squeezes your face, and you release his cock, making him curse when your spit still connects the two of you.

His game is long forgotten as he stares at you, cock throbbing as you take your shirt off.

Fully naked, Tae takes another picture for Jungkook, who sings his praises as he slides his tattooed hand into his pajama pants. He desperately wishes he was at your place.

“Daddy,” you whine, and Jungkook feels his cock throb in his hand. Fuck, what he wouldn’t do to have you call him that.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” Taehyung sneers as he looks down at you, stroking his cock. You don’t answer him. Instead, you stick your tongue out for him to shove his cock back in your mouth.

Taehyung smirks. He takes a moment to collect a fat glob of spit and leans over your mouth. You bounce on your knees in excitement as he spits in your mouth, and you make a show of swallowing.

Taehyung pinches your cheeks roughly, keeping your mouth open before spitting in it again, and you try to thank him as he squeezes a little harder before he slides his tongue into your mouth.

“Good kitten,” he smiles with a pleasing look.

Taehyung sits back, allowing you to take control of his cock while he shuts off his game, but leaves his chat open.

“Come suck daddy’s cock, love,” Taehyung commands, and you eagerly take him in your mouth once again. It’s wet and sloppy, saliva dripping down his length to his balls, where you wander to lick him back to the tip.

Jungkook gets off on listening in, but the videos and pictures Taehyung sent continuously surely help. He’s been a guest in your bedroom here and there, more so after he stumbled into your pet bed and the cage you had in your bedroom when there were no pets in your apartment…

Slurping loudly, you make eye contact with Taehyung, taking him deeper only to gag and spit his cock out. He chuckles darkly, wiping the tears from your face and the mix of spit and pre-cum from your lips.

“You’re too overeager, Kitty. You can’t take on more than you can swallow. You’ll get hurt,” he warns sternly, and your cunt pulsates.

You nod. “Yes, daddy.”

Taehyung knows you’ll ignore his warning (as always), which is why he wraps his hand around his cock and stuffs it into your mouth, his finger blocking you from taking too much. Greedily you suck him off, tears running down your face and ruining the last bit of mascara that clung to your lashes after washing your face. The streaks mix with spit and pre-cum, and Tae sneers at the mess he made of your pretty face.

“That’s a good, pup,” he praises, and you whine. Not a pup.

“Fuck, she’s gonna make me cum all over my fucking hand,” Jungkook grunts, head lolling back onto his chair as his thighs and abdomen clench.

“Cum for her. Let her see the mess she makes of you, Kook. She loves that. Loves making men cum and licking it up after.” Taehyung raises a brow as if daring you to oppose him, but you don’t because it’s true. Nothing gets you off harder than knowing you’ve made your man and his best friend cum.

“Fuck, Taehyung! Kitten!” Jungkook groans, lost in himself, as you work overtime on Taehyung’s cock. He groans, falling back into his chair as you bob up and down his length, taking him until he hits the back of your throat and you swallow. Tears stream down your cheeks, and your nose starts to run as you drool all over Taehyung. He grips your hair in a handful, raising his hips off his chair as he thrusts in your throat. You cry out, moaning when he praises you for being his good girl. His good kitty as your hand moved between your legs to rub at your clit.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby girl. Come for us,” Taehyung encourages as Jungkook speaks his filth, trying to wait for you and Tae so he can cum, too. He edges himself, biting back a few sobs as his balls tighten and he grits his teeth. Taehyung hits video call on his phone, and now Jungkook’s got a front-row seat of your boyfriend fucking your throat raw, making it bulge.

“Ah-ah,” you cum hard. Sweet sounds muffled by Tae’s thick cock as he hits the back of your throat again and again before he grips your hair tightly and tries to hold his phone steady.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warns as he fucks your face harder, faster. He only pulls back enough to leave the blunt head in your mouth, your lips wrapped around it securely as he pulls it out to cum all over your face. You cough and shut your eyes as you get rewarded by spurt after spurt of hot cum coating your face.

Jungkook cums right after, nearly in tears as he falls limp into his chair.

“Daddy!” You exclaim in surprise despite being thrilled with the load on your face. Taehyung chuckles, gripping his still half-hard cock and putting it back in your mouth for you to lick clean. You do so, swirling your tongue around him and swallowing before he’s pulling you off him.

“Fuck, Kitten. You sure know how to make me weak in the knees.” Taehyung pants as he gives Jungkook a delightful view of your face. Jungkook shows you the mess he made of himself before wishing the two of you goodnight, thoroughly spent.

You lick around your lips, cleaning up any cum you can reach before Taehyung kisses you and pulls you up onto his lap.

He nuzzles his face into your neck as his hands squeeze your hips. “So good for me, Kitty. I love you.”

“Love you, daddy,” you respond as your fingers toy with his curly hair. He hums in response, his face still buried in your neck as he holds you to him. You sit with your boyfriend wrapped around you, enjoying the post-orgasm glow before he’s kissing you again, teeth scraping against your neck.

“Let’s go to bed, Kitten. It’s time you got your reward.”

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[musicloverxoxo7]

Good game gone bad – featuring Jungkook

Pro Gamer!Jungkook   x   fem!reader

Summary: Jungkook is gaming with friends. Horny you might get him in big trouble.

Themes/warnings: AU, smut with a bit of plot, unprotected sex, cock warming, mention of oral (f receiving), fingering, nipple play, slight overstimulation, bit of fluff, established relationship, BTS know each other in this one

Wordcount: ca. 1.2

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

You knew you were in trouble when you sat in bed, reading, toying with your nipple. You knew you were in even more trouble when the image of Jungkook popped into your head. Jungkook disappearing between your legs, to be precise. His dark shock of hair perfect for pulling on.

You’re in even more trouble now, peeking into the living room in nothing but Jungkook’s t-shirt.

The only light on is that of the television. Perfect for what you have planned.

He’s sitting in front of the TV with his gaming controller and headset, 100 percent focused.

“Yeah, go for it. I’ll give you cover.”

His tongue is poking out between his lips. He leans forward a little, his eyes getting that mad glint they do when he’s winning.

Silently, you approach. You don’t want to bother him, but you need some attention now. You sit down on the sofa a little away from him.

“Team Kim Seokjin is winning, babe.”

“I thought Jin is on holiday at the moment.”

“He is. We always use that name. Even when he’s on the opposing team.”

You chuckle. They’re weird that way.

You lean back into the sofa and prop your legs up, spreading your thighs just a little. Jungkook’s focus has returned to the game. For now.

Smiling to yourself, you trail your hand down the front of your t-shirt and let it disappear under the hem. You sigh when your fingers connect with your clit and start tapping it.

Out of habit, Jungkook glances sideways. And freezes. Like a bunny caught in the headlights.

“Somebody’s shooting at Taehyung”, you point out, not taking your eyes off the screen. Jungkook’s eyes wander to where your hand is covered up by one of his huge t-shirts.

He licks his lips.

That almost makes you lose all composure and fully look at him. But only almost.

“Stop letting Taehyung die, baby. That’s not nice.“

“That’s not nice”, he asks, his eyes still wide and not focused on the screen.

Your mouth drops open in a near silent moan. Through Jungkook’s headphones, Taehyung laughing and yelling for help is audible. Reluctantly, Jungkook returns his eyes to the screen and does what needs to be done to save his friend.

Once that is done, he leans back and adjusts himself, playing one-handedly.

Of course, that draws your attention to his very visible erection. You scoot a little closer. Jungkook takes your free hand and places it on his cock, his eyes still on the game.

You run your palm over the bulge a few times, before dipping your hand inside his pants. He’s chewing on his lip ring, trying hard not to make a sound.

His boxers are in the way, so you stroke him through them. His hips move with your hand.

His focus turns from the game to you for a moment.

“Can I sit on you”, you whisper.

Jungkook’s mouth falls open. You take your hand out of his pants.

“Keep your eyes on the game, baby.”

Doing as you tell him, Jungkook tugs his pants and underwear down. He strokes his cock quickly, his eyes somewhat glazed over.

You climb onto his lap, making sure to not obstruct his view of the game. Not that he really cares about it anymore.

You take his cock and guide it to your entrance.

“No underwear”, Jungkook mouths. You shake your head with a smile. You love how much that one still surprises him every time, even after three years together.

Slowly, you sink down on him. The fulness is heavenly. Exactly what you’ve been craving the past half hour or so.

When you don’t move, a part of Jungkook’s brain seems to return to the game. You lean your head into his shoulder. You make sure to leave enough space in between your bodies to play with your nipple. Which you proceed to do.

It feels nice. The combination of playing with your nipple and occasionally rocking your hips when the pleasure becomes too much for staying still.

Your walls squeeze more and more around Jungkook as you near orgasm. You bury your face deeper in Jungkook’s shoulder. His friends definitely don’t need to hear you cumming.

Your breathing becomes quick and uneven.

You move your hips in tandem with the waves of your climax as it finally hits you. Jungkook’s thighs tense under you.

“Alright, guys. I’m done for tonight.” He listens for a moment. “No, I don’t care that we lost. Have a good night.”

He presses a few buttons on his controller, takes off the headphones and lays both aside. After, his hands settle on your hips.

"Babe."

With most of the light from the TV gone you can barely see his eyes as you lean back.

“Yeah?”

“Start moving, please. I might explode otherwise. Or implode.”

You snicker at the mental image but do as he asks. His hands grip your hips very tightly after only a few circles.

“Are you mad that I ruined the game?”

“As long as I’m just playing with friends…” Jungkook’s head drops back, his lips parted. “You can intercept as many games as you want then. Especially when you want me inside of you.”

You return your hand to your clit. It’s sensitive, but it still feels nice to draw gentle circles on it.

“Should have recorded that statement for the future.”

Jungkook’s head comes forward. You can feel that his gaze is intense, even though you can’t see his eyes well.

“If there’s a time when I don’t want it, I’ll tell you.”

“You’ve never told me “no” yet.”

“I know.” Jungkook’s hands wander to your ass and squeeze it roughly. “I’m turned on very easily. Now, let me take over, babe.”

You position your thighs a little wider and stop moving. This is your favorite part of this position. When Jungkook takes over.

He thrusts upwards roughly and quickly. You play with your nipples, moaning freely at how good it feels.

Your thighs start shaking, your hips needly push downwards with every upward thrust of Jungkook.

“Babe”, Jungkook whines.

“Jungkook”, you whisper back.

You grab the front of Jungkook’s t-shirt with your free hand. It stabilizes you. The next high is nearly there.

“Babe, I can’t- I-“

Jungkook cums, riding out his high with a few more aggressive thrusts. But he keeps thrusting even after, groaning.

Like that, the waves come crashing down over you within a few more seconds.

Your hips buck on Jungkook’s cock, your head dropping backwards.

Finally, you lower yourself and slump against Jungkook’s chest. He slings his arms around you.

“Thanks”, you mumble into his t-shirt.

“You’re welcome.”

“Well, your video game might have been bad. But this game… we aced that one I’d say.”

Jungkook laughs.

“Couldn’t agree more.” Jungkook hooks his arms under your butt and gets up, carrying you as if you weighed next to nothing. “Come, babe, let’s get both of us cleaned up.”

You sling your legs around his waist.

“You know what got me riled up like that?”

“No.” He cocks an eyebrow at you. There’s a smirk lingering around his mouth.

“I imagined your head between my legs. Running my hands through your hair.”

The smirk grows bigger.

“Let’s see if you’re still interested in that once we get back to the bedroom.”

Giggling, you hide your face against his neck. Both of you know that you definitely will be.

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[ttal-zi]

head over feet | jungkook x reader

our dearest y/n suffers from an acute case of being absolutely tongue-tied whenever her cute banana milk regular comes in the convenience store. confiding in her closest online friend about her woes, an adventure in stepping out of your comfort zone ensues.

*very much unedited. enjoy

Magicarpediem: I mean rly, ask me any NUMBER of things about seventeen’s discography and i will return with a 5 page essay. But uh oh- cute convenience boy wants to buy some banana milk? 

Magicarpediem: suddenly i forget how vocal chords operate. 

jktheironGiant: LMAO

Magicarpediem: you laugh at my misery

Magicarpediem: ARE YOU ENTERTAINED

jktheironGiant: oh 100% please continue

Magicarpediem: ლ(ಠ益ಠ)ლ

You sigh in frustration, placing your phone facedown on the counter with a little more force than necessary. It was a slow morning at the convenience store, so you didn’t feel too bad about texting your online friend instead of restocking stale chips. It was usually easy, working here- Family on a road trip, interns in a rush, really everybody came in and you handled their interactions with ease. At most a little small talk was required, but after working here for most of your college experience you had become well-versed in the activity.

Until he showed up.

You remembered it like it was yesterday- A crossword puzzle on the counter, a virtually empty store. It was raining outside, with only an hour left of your shift. You just chewed your gum and tried to make time pass. You tapped your pencil to your chin the way they always did in movies, the pitter patter of the rain only mildly distracting.

Alright, let’s see…4 down; Eros, the greek god of-

With a Pop! Your gum burst and the door swung open. But you barely looked up.

“Welcome in.” You called politely, your attention still glued to your crossword. You didn't get paid enough to see if whoever came through shoplifted a stick of gum anyway. 

“Ack, come on I know this. I read percy jackson in middle school…” You grumbled, wracking your brain and rubbing your forehead sthoughtfully. In the distance you heard the customer shuffling around the store. 

“Was it birds? Something about birds, right? No, it needs an O to fit…crow? Ugh, that doesn’t work.”

You hadn’t realised that your mumble was less of a mumble and more of a “Yes-im-talking-out-loud-to-myself-in-a-public-place”.

“What are you working on?” A gentle voice seeped into your attention. Your eyes stayed glued to the page that was slowly driving you mad. 

“Just a crossword. I’ve almost finished it but I'm stuck on this last one. I don’t know why I keep doing these. They always piss me off when I can't get it.”

Footsteps came closer to the counter, the sound of fabric rustling. Soon enough, a shadow hovered over you and your crossword. “Maybe I can help?” it was deeper than you realised, the voice. It had a sense of melody to it, and you couldn’t help but feel like you’d heard it somewhere before.

You spun the crossword around to face the stranger. “Go for it, man.” you saw…hands come into your vision. Not just any hands either. They were deft, covered mostly by fingerless gloves, but you could see specks of nail polish still decorating the strong and bony fingers.

You looked uo quickly, but the stranger was backlit in a fluorescent halo from the ceiling lights- all you saw was shadow. The voice hummed.

“Huh. I mean, loaf definitely fits. Was he the god of bread?” An unexpected laugh tore out of you. “Ha, if only. Eros, the god of loaves.” You rolled your eyes good naturedly but something seems to click for the man. He smacked his fist in his palm in understanding. “Oh! I’ve got it!”

And then everything was dark. You blinked once, twice. Dark, chocolatey black and curly hair tumbled in front of your vision. It took your brain a little while to process what you were seeing. The stranger had leaned his head down to scribble onto the crossword. You had the intense urge to run your hands through it.

You shook your head, trying to clear out the abrupt thought, when the stranger jumped back from the page and turned it towards you. “Love.” He said in that melodious voice. A chill went up your spine.

“I mean, to be fair i also associate love with bread so its quite the easy mixup.” you could hear that smu fuccking grin in his voice, so you looked up with a retort on the tip of your tongue.

And thats when you forgot how to breathe. Someone had thrown the store into mars and opened the airlock. All the oxygen was sucked out of your body at the beauty of the man in frontvog you.

His face was framed somehow both delicately and messy by his black locks , his wide eyes a shade of brown you had never quite seen. You were right- He was smiling, the most fucking smarmy, smug grin you had ever seen. It was the most beautiful thing youd ever seen, his pale rose lips parted around pearly whites. His dark brows furrowed the tiniest centimeter and-

o h. Oh god. He was waiting fir a response. One that you didnt have. Oh, Eros.

“I, uh-”

Think Y/N, think, think, think! Use that smart and sexy brain of yours to come up with a response that will make the fucking myth in front of you propose and take you out of this store with a ring on your finger! A ring pop would be fine!

“I’m allergic to gluten.”

MAYBE NOT THAT-

His eyes widened in surprise at the abrupt response. He let out a good natured chuckle. “More for me, then.”

Y/N, did that sexy brain of yours forget that you are, in fact, NOT allergic to gluten?? Lies are not stable foundations for relationships, dumbass!

“Just kidding.”

Smooth. Really, truly, smooth.

But before the man could respond, you spotted the milk carton he had set on the counter. In your previous crossword blindness you hadn’t even noticed.

“I-It’s on the house.” You said, pushing the milk back in front of him. “For the bread. I mean, loaf. I mean-” You gestured at the milk hoping he understood your unintelligible words. He was going to need a crossword to understand you at this point. 

But instead of taking th emilk and running far away from the wordless cashier that you were, he smiled. It was warm and genuine, not a hint of the mischevious smugness from earlier. His eyes were bright, and he made your knees quake on the linoleum tile. “Thank you!”

His words were like a philharmonic orchestra. 

Yours felt like a soundcloud rappers corrupted file. 

“N-no yeah.” Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the hybrid of no problem and whatever the fuck else just happened there!

His smile stayed put, seemingly immovable. “I’ll see you around then. Let me know if you ever come by some more bread-related crosswords.” He waved goodbye, banana milk secure in warm hands. You nodded mutely, afraid of opening your mouth for what would spill out. 

It wasnt until the stranger had closed the door to the rainy city beyond that you let yourself collapse on top of the crossword with an “Ugh”.

“Curses…foiled again.” Even your lamenting needed work, apparently.

You sighed, opening up your eyes to the paper you rested on. There, scrawled in the little four spaces was someone elses handwriting. Completing your puzzle with a neatly written 

Love.

It had been nearly a year since then. You’d seen the man through all different seasons; Bundled up in a winter puffer jacket, sweating in a white shirt in the summer, or even the comfy-looking cardigan you’d seen on a pretty spring day. Every time he’d greet you with that bright smile, lighting up your insides. Eventually you learned his name was Jungkook. 

You couldn’t think about anything else that day.

Besides providing you endless bouts of heart palpitations and sudden onset weakness in your knees, he also provided an endless source of entertainment for your best friend. 

You’d been introduced to jktheironGiant through a minecraft server created by your friend Hoseok. After you both tried to sabotage kingTAEta’s building with a little bit of lava, the two of you have been inseparable. Over the three years you’ve known JK, he’s become your best friend; Despite not knowing each others names or faces, he’s one of the only people that truly knows you.

Which also means he knows how completely mortified you are by these interactions.

And god, he loves it.

jktheironGiant: has he come in today yet?

jktheironGiant: i wanna witness that effect he has on your typing in which you suddenly no longer know how words work >:)

You huff out a laugh, typing a response.

Magicarpediem: ur a sick man jk. this is torture, truly.

The doorbell jingles just as JK’s response comes through. 

jktheironGiant: Kinky 

For no reason at all, you feel your cheeks heat. You put your phone upside down on the counter to greet your latest customer. “Good morning, welcome in-” You stutter at the end as your eyes catch on the man walking through the door. It’s Jungkook. 

Fitting the cold weather outside, he’s wearing a black turtleneck and overcoat, his hand dipping breifly into his pocket seemingly to put his phone away. He meets your eyes, bright and shiny as always. “Morning, Y/N!” He greets you with a grin, beelining over to the refrigerated drinks.

Suddenly, the cozy sweater you’re wearing feels 100 degrees warmer.

Oh god, okay, don’t mess this up. He’s been in here a million times, you can talk to him! Ask him how his day is, how he’s doing!

Jungkook walks over to the counter with a bit of a spring in his step, his eyes glued to you. He sets the banana milk on the counter and smiles at you… but theeres something about it. He looks like he knows something. 

Or i’m reading too much into this and the poor man just wants his drink. You take the milk and scan it, the silence stiffening around you. 

“So,” You begin. Okay here it is, don’t fumble it. “How….” How’s your day? How are you?

But instead you just stop. Even after he hands you his debit card, you don’t continue. Just. How.

“How..?” Jungkook repeats, his eyes locked onto yours like heat seeking missiles. Not for the first time sicne he;s arrived, you feel your entire body burning up.

“How….” You repeat again, glancing for anything around you to possibly take you out of this botched attempt at conversation. Abort mission!

“...How would you like this bagged?” You point weakly to the paper or plastic bags next to you. “W-we have plastic, or paper, but if you want a reusable one i can probably find something in the back, though I can’t promise it will be new or anything-”

Jungkook watches as you flounder, mirth twinkling in those devastatingly handsome eyes. He hums. “No bag today- I’ll just carry it.” He smiles, winking at you. 

Your heart skips several beats, and you wonder if Jungkook knows CPR.

“...Ah. Cool. Bye.”

Y/N I am BEGGING YOU-

“I mean.. Uh.. see ya.”

Please quit while you’re ahead, this is awful.

“Enjoy your…milk.” To top it all off, your possessed hands attempt finger guns. But alas, sleeves are long, and your thumbs are stuck within them, so now you're just pointing at the man in front of you and dying very quickly inside.

The man is a saint, apparently. Or just very oblivious. He chuckles. 

“See you soon, Y/N!” And within moments, he’s gone.

You slump on the counter once more. 

“Why???” You groan at no one but yourself.

.

That night, all you hear is JK’s hysterical laughter at your expense. You groan, shoving your head in your hands as you sit at your computer. “I literally do not know why I keep telling you about this. Every time it happens i regret my life decisions.” JK’s slightly distorted laughing calms to a point- but not completely. His tinny voice comes through your headphones- He still uses his old headphone’s microphone, the quality probably not doing any sort of justice for his voice. 

“It’s probably because I promise you VBucks in return for your emotional damage.” JK cackles. You roll your eyes even when you know he can’t see it. “I’m still only playing that for you and Jiminie- I cannot, in good conscience, say that I like Fortnite.” 

“You don’t have to admit something for it to be true~” JK sing-songs in your ears. You huff, acting annoyed when really…you aren’t. JK’s banter and jokes always manage to uplift you, even when it’s because of an embarrassing thing you did. He manages to turn a situation where others are laughing at you, into the two of you laughing at it. It’s one of the things you like about him the most.

“C’mon I don’t have anything that I can tease you with- this is very unfair.” You grumble, but your hearts not in it. “I guess I’ll have to ask the server about more embarassing JK moments. I need to expand my arsenal.” You quip, already typing away. “Oh NO you don’t-” JK Responds, suddenly alarmed. “Oh how the turn tables~” You answer smugly.

The Crazy Eights :P

Magicarpediem: gimme your most embarrassing jktheironGiant moments go

jktheironGiant: please do not add betrayal to your list of sin 〣( ºΔº )〣

Not even a minute later, there's a flood of responses.

kingTAEta: most definitely cried when we saw endgame

jktheironGiant: WHO DIDN”T

jellyjiiminie5: well yeah but you were the only one that passed out from dehydration afterwards

You let out a surprised gasp. “JK, Really?!?” He just groaned in response.

Magicarpediem: i love this. So much.

lilmeowmeow: one time i asked him if he drank water and he asked me if there was water in banana milk

Magicarpediem: OMG

jktheironGiant: well at least now i see whos not coming with me in the zombie apocalypse :/

worldwidJinn: honestly im disappointed >:( you’re all so ready to stab little jk in the back

jktheironGiant: THANK YOU jin

worldwidJinn: and you’re completely forgetting about the multiple times he’s forgotten about the concept of fall damage in a match

jktheironGiant: nam i’m being bullied.

naMonster: lol

You were having trouble breathing at this point. Your hysterical laughter only bringing sighs out of JK.

jktheironGiant: i think magicarp over here is having a heart attack stop telling embarassing stories she might pass out 

Magicarpediem: PLEASE CONTINURE

hohohoseK: only you have the power to stop this jk [●´︶｀●] you know what it will take

jktheironGiant: …guys i don’t have THAT many vbucks

hohohoseK: all it takes is the truth young padawan ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉД`)ヽ(￣ω￣ )

Lilmeowmeow: do it JK

kingTAEta: stop torturing Magicarp and maybe we’ll grant you mercy :)

JK’s end became quiet as the messages continued. “Yeah JK stop torturing me~” You laughed, trying to brighten up and bring your friend back. The sudden silence was unlike him.

jktheironGiant: >:( fine. Later.

Magicarpediem: i feel like I’m missing something but as long as im no longer being tortured im good (☆▽☆)

“Fine. No more embarrassment about convenience guy.” A message pinged on the chat. “Jiminie is ready to play anyway- You can use your beloved VBucks.” You could only laugh in response, happy to finally be around someone you knew you could talk to.

.

The next day found you sipping your favorite winter drink in a cozy cafe. You had come in to get some work done for a class, but with almost being done with school it was finished in no time. Now you simply enjoyed the atmosphere of the restaurant in winter while reading a book. No strangers had even sat next to you! Life was good, and that could be rare when you took a seat at those long half-booth monstrosities. They were designed to make people anxious, you concluded.

You paid no mind to the people walking and moving around you, content to be absorbed in the fantastical romance of your novel. So much so, in fact, that you didn’t notice the dark-haired figure walking up to you.

“Excuse me… may I sit here?” You froze at the melodious tone of his voice. Slowly, you craned your neck up in horror. 

He was here. Jungkook was here. 

Oh god.

His eyebrows raised as your eyes met. “Oh! Y/N! Hey!” He gestured to the seat next to you. “Would you mind? I promise not to interrupt your book or anything.” He chuckled. 

All you could do was nod.

He looked at you quizically. “You…do mind?”

You shook your head violently. “You don’t?” He still had that lost puppy look on his face.

You nodded again. Your head was getting dizzy. “You do-”

“Just sit down, Jungkook.” You facepalmed outwardly. Oh well. You’d embarrassed yourself enough in front of him- What did once more hurt? A grin grew on his lips. “Thanks.”

He scooted in next to you, and oh god you were enveloped in Jungkook. In this mysterious-not-so-mystery that had whirled into your life so suddenly. THe man made you tongue tied up down and sideways, and now he was sitting next to you with that cologne.

Good lord youd never been close enough to smell it- or him. You were addicted to his presence and had to physically bite your tongue from saying anything about it.

You tried to shove your nose in your book once more, but it only worked for so long.

“Hey, do you think you could watch my stuff real quick? I’m gonna go grab a drink.” He said, giving you that little smile that you would kill for. Apparently now you could nod your head correctly, so that’s exactly what you did. With another quick smile and a thanks, Jungkook left his phone on the table and his bag in the seat.

Enter: Freakout mode.

Oh god what am I gonna do??? He’s probably going to say something fucking- sweet, and, and funny! Shit shit shit shit-

You yanked out your own phone, furiously typing.

Magicarpediem: SOS HE’S HERE- IN THE CAFE- JK WHAT AM I GONNA DO?!?!

A faint buzz from Jungkook’s phone had you nearly jumping in your seat. Was that-? No. No that’s just a coincidence. His phone lay face down on the table, and coming from that direction, you couldn’t even be sure it was his that had buzzed.

You picked up your phone and began typing once more, only interrupted by Jungkooks return. “Thanks for watching my things.” He said, ever smiling at you. You merely nodded and returned to your panic typing.

Magicarpediem: I just messed up nodding, how the fuck does someone do that?? Oh good lord jk. He’s too pretty. I just can’t. I don’t know what it is.

Beside you, Jungkook picked up his phone, taking a sip of his drink. You didn’t notice the way he stiffened as he looked at his device, too wrapped up in your panic rambling.

Magicarpediem: i can no longer come to this cafe anymore :’D not until i can operate my vocal chords again. Packing up and RUNNING in about 3 seconds.  

“Don’t!” Jungkook yelped beside you, and you whipped your head to meet his wild-eyed gaze. “Ah- Shit, sorry just uh. My book. Character’s making a bad decision.” He waved his phone haphazardly in the air. You stared at him for a beat, but you couldn’t hold back the giggle that came out. 

“It’s fine- It happens to me too.”

Was that…

A normal sentence?

Jungkook stared at you, wide eyed, like you’d just told him the moon was made of pizza and he could go pick up a slice. Your cheeks warmed, and you diverted your attention back to your phone.

Magicarpediem: i…. Said an actual sentence. Holy shit.

Jungkook chuckled beside you, presumably at his book. You tried to ignore the fact that you loved the sound so much.

jktheironGiant: lmao, see? It’s not that hard. Cmon i bet hes just as nervous as you

You scoffed out loud.

Magicarpediem: no way- he’s been a smooth criminal ever since i met him. I bet his brain is smooth too. All smooth. Like a river rock.

jktheironGiant:...a river rock?

Magicarpediem: or just like. dwayne the rock johnson. He’s smooth. 

jktheironGiant: smooth head

Magicarpediem: very.

You began to laugh at the same moment Jungkook did. You clammed up suddenly, shooting him a bashful smile. 

“What are you laughing at?” His voice rang out next to you. 

“I uh…my friend. He’s teasing me.” You answered in the least amount of words possible, but once again you managed to make an actual, coherent, response!

Jungkook tilted those inquisitive eyes towards you again, something.. Deeper in them.

“Boyfriend?” 

Your face heated to a billion degrees, warmth crawling up every inch of your body. “I. Uh. Uhm. N-No.” And you couldn’t help but feel slightly…wrong, for saying that. A little disappointed because you wouldn’t mind if JK was your boyfriend. The crush you harbored for him would enjoy it immensely.

Jungkook nodded, seemingly thinking about something. “Good.”

You did a double take. “I- Wh-Wha-” You tried to get the words out, but your mouth just opened and closed like a fish gasping for air while jungkook turned his bemused attention back to his phone.

jktheironGiant: either way, hes totally nervous. Maybe he just shows it differently.

Magicarpdiem: suuuuuuure….why would i make him nervous though?

JK’s response was instantaneous.

jktheironGiant: you’re pretty 

You were pretty sure your heart stopped. You let out a faint gasp, as the words melted into your mind. But before you could ask how he knew that without ever seeing you, JK continued to battle your heart with his pure words

jktheironGiant: plus you’re super cool and funny- you told me how you two met remember? Funny people can be intimidating.

Magicarpediem: JK i was literally talking to myself over a crossword puzzle.

jktheironGiant: and that isn’t funny?

Magicarpediem:.....

jktheironGiant: c’mon just ask him something- maybeeee you could go take a walk. Get to know each other wink wink

Magicarpediem: just out of the blue like that?

jktheironGiant: you like him, don’t you?

Magicarpediem: …

Magicarpediem: fine.

And before you could back out, before you could process what you were doing, you turned to Jungkook.

“Would you like to take a walk with me?”

No ‘It’s a little loud in here’. No ‘if you can’. No ‘since the weather's nice’.

No excuse or reason- Just asking the boy you like if he’d like to walk with you.

Jungkook’s eyebrows raised in surprise. But it flickered away quickly, replaced by a look of pure joy.

“Y-yeah! I’d love to.”

And you smiled.

“Wait, really?? Well, that was pretty convenient for you.” You laughed, walking side by side with Jungkook. “Yup. The one day I forget my wallet and you gave me a free milk.” Jungkook lifted his hand behind his head, stretching. “Since then, I knew I owed you a life debt.” You giggled; Something about this boy, this man- He made you laugh the way only one other person had before.

“I’m glad we get to talk like this now.” He said, ruffling his soft locks. “At first I was worried that you were scared of me or something.”

“Scared of you?” You repeated in shock at the notion that you could ever be scared of Jungkook. “No way. Just… in awe, I suppose.” You looked anywhere but him, even as you felt those inquisitive eye on you. 

“Awe?” He repeated.

“Yeah.” You confirmed.

Oh well. Fuck it.

“You’re really pretty, Jungkook.” You looked him in the eyes when you said it, and continued your walk. You only got a few steps before you realised that Jungkook had stopped. “Jungkook?” You looked at him, puzzled. 

He was staring at you with wide eyes, full of an emotion you couldn’t place. “Come on, surely you know that.” You tried to play it off, thinking he was uncomfortable.

He shook his head. “It’s different coming from you.” There was a pleasant emotion, heavy lacing through his words. You just smiled at him. It was easier now- Like the shock of cold after jumping in the pool, only to never want to get out.

“Well it’s true.” You said. You walked closer to him, grabbing his hand- The first thing you had seen when you met him, the hand that wrote ‘Love’ and had your brain overload with emotion.

“Now c’mon, the stores are gonna close soon.” 

It felt right to lace your fingers with his own. Like you had been waiting a long time, only to finally, finally feel the warmth of his palm against your own.

.

“This is me.” You said as you and Jungkook stopped outside your apartment building. The impromptu walk turned into an impromptu shopping trip turned into impromptu dinner… 

An impromptu date, really.

And now he had insisted on walking you safely back home, bringing your spontaneous adventure for a close. You turned to him. “I uh…” You were struck again not only by his beauty, but his kindness. The way he’d made you laugh all night, asked for your opinions, talked about your lives. The way you felt comfortable to simply be with him. To not pretend.

“I’m really glad you talked to me Jungkook.” a look of surprise flickered across his face before settling into a look of sweetness. Like someone you love saying something silly, something they would only say, and it’s just so them that you can't help but smile.

“I’m really glad you talked to me, Y/N. I’ve been uh,” Jungkook cleared his throat, and you swore you saw red grace the tip of his ears and nose. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”

You beamed up at him. God, you really were in it, huh?

Your expression turned sheepish once more. “Do you think I, um…could I have your number? So we could do this again?” You asked hopefully. 

You expected a yes or a no, but that wasn’t what you got.

Jungkook smiled, easy, but there was something more to it that you couldn’t place. Like he was worried.

“Don’t worry about that just yet. Now c’mon, it’s late and you’re freezing. Get to bed now, okay?”

Your hope wilted just a little. What kind of non-answer was that? Did he not have a fun time as well, despite what he said?  You shook the negative feelings away and tried to just focus on what was happening now.

“Oh. Yeah. Okay. Well…Goodnight Jungkook.” You said, beginning to step away. Jungkook smiled at you, soft and warm. “Goodnight Y/N.”

You turned away, walking to your door- You were afraid that if you turned around, whatever spell would be broken and you would jump to him telling him exactly how you feel.

Opening the door to your apartment, you felt a buzz through the pocket of your pants. Unlocking your phone as you discarded your things, you saw an unread message from jktheironGiant.

jktheironGiant: I had a really fun time tonight, Y/N.

jktheironGiant: thank you.

The world felt like it dropped beneath your feet.

At the same time, everything clicked into place.

Your legs carried you in a sprint out the door. 

JK. Jungkook.

You took the stairs two at a time.

His phone buzzed when I texted him at the cafe.

The door to the lobby flew open and you burst suddenly into the chilly winter night.

He loves banana milk. He comes in every day for one.

Your head whipped wildly around searching, seeing if he was still there. Off in the distance, a silhouette.

He told me to ask him on a walk.

Your muscles burned as you ran towards the silhouette, the dark hair of the man you loved slowly coming into sight.

They wanted him to tell me. 

“Jungkook!” You yelled. He whipped around, a surprised expression on his face. Seeing you run towards him, the surprise mixed with obvious guilt.

Finally, you stood in front of him, trying to catch your breath.

“You.” You whispered. “It’s you.” Jungkook’s eyes were wider than ever. Guilt, happiness, every emotion swirled in the unreachable depths of his iris.

“It’s me.” 

“JK,” You started, the name making his breath stutter. You took his hand. “Why? Why didn’t you tell me it was you?”

“I-”Jungkook started. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you until after we had met. I thought it was sweet how flustered you got, and I…I wanted to show you it wouldn’t be so hard to talk to me. It was fun joking with you and teasing you. I wanted to see you smile like that with me in real life too. I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to-to manipulate you or, god, anything like that. I was having so much fun just being around you and I love you so much and-”

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” He responded breathlessly.

You flicked his arm. He yelped in surprise. “That’s for not telling me.”

But before either of you could wait another second, you stepped forward, forward, forward, close to Jungkook, to JK. Your hands came to rest on the sides of his face, and you looked into his deep brown eyes.

“I appreciate you wanting to see me smile. And I know jokes can get out of hand. You could’ve gone about it without not telling me who you were.” Guilt was evident in every line of Jungkook’s face but before he could utter another apology, you continued.

“That doesn’t stop me from loving you. All of you.” 

And you kissed him.

You kissed him because you’d wanted to since before you knew about Jungkook. You kissed him because he needed to know that he made a mistake but you forgave him. You kissed him because he tasted like cherries and chocolate. His strong hands, those hands came up to rest on your waist, holding you close in the chill. 

You parted for air, both panting. You could see your breath come out like smoke in the winter night. 

“I love you.” He whispered like it was holy.

“I know.” You smiled, teasing him because you had a lot to catch up on.

He gave you that bright grin, and you beamed, and everything was okay.

It looks like Eros had really been looking out for you after all.

. end

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𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎. | jungkook professional gamer au one-shot

Author's notes: listen... when jungkook mentioned that he would've been a professional gamer in that one interview, i just wanted to imagine him that way in written form for a little bit. i lowkey love these two together now!

Jungkook sat in his dimly lit gaming room, fingers dancing across the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the screen. He was the epitome of a professional gamer, his skill unmatched, his reflexes lightning-fast. The virtual battlefield was his domain, and he ruled it with an iron fist.

As the game loaded, Jungkook adjusted his headset, his voice resonating through the microphone. "Alright, boys, let's show them what we're made of."

The chatter of his teammates filled his ears, their banter a constant symphony of camaraderie. But amidst the familiar voices, a new one emerged, soft and melodic, a breath of fresh air. It was a girl, a player who had caught his attention.

"Hey, Jungkook, ready to get your ass handed to you?" the girl's voice rang out, laced with a playful challenge.

Jungkook's lips curled into a cocky smile, his voice tinged with amusement. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea who you're messing with. Prepare to be dazzled."

The game started, the intensity palpable. Jungkook's fingers moved with precision, his instincts taking over. He was a force to be reckoned with, his name synonymous with victory. But this girl, this mystery player, proved to be a formidable opponent.

Round after round, they clashed, their skills evenly matched. Jungkook couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through his veins, the excitement of a worthy adversary. He found himself laughing, genuinely enjoying the challenge.

"You've got some serious skills," Jungkook admitted, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "Not many can keep up with me."

The girl's laughter filled the headset, a playful melody that stirred something within him. "Maybe I'm just lucky, or maybe you're not as invincible as you think."

Jungkook's competitive spirit flared, his determination renewed. He couldn't let her beat him, not after all his victories. He had a reputation to uphold, a legacy to protect.

But as the game reached its climax, Jungkook found himself at a disadvantage. The girl's moves were flawless, her strategy impeccable. And with a final blow, she emerged victorious, her name shining brightly on the screen.

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise, his voice filled with genuine awe. "You did it! You beat me!"

The girl's laughter, sweet and infectious, filled the headset once more. "Looks like I'm not just lucky, huh?"

Jungkook's heart raced, a peculiar warmth spreading through his chest. In that moment, he knew there was something special about this girl, something that went beyond the game they played. He couldn't help but wonder if she could be his soulmate, his perfect match.

"You've got my attention, sweetheart," Jungkook confessed, his voice filled with a newfound vulnerability. "Let's keep playing, and maybe we'll find out just how far this connection goes."

And so, they continued their virtual battles, their banter a constant backdrop to their newfound connection. Through victories and defeats, they discovered the depths of their compatibility, their laughter and shared moments transcending the confines of the game. Jungkook had met his match, and he wouldn't let her go without a fight.

As the game consumed them, their hearts intertwined, they realized that love could be found in the most unexpected places. In the realm of pixels and avatars, Jungkook and the girl had discovered a connection that would transcend the virtual world. They were players in the game of hearts, and they were ready to play till the end.

#bts #bts army #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts one shot #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook oneshot #bts fluff #bts au #jungkook au #gamer jungkook #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #hajimakitten

[lilprincegoo]

lock it and leave me (with my dignity) by kiwiismewe

seokjin/jungkook

Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Fluff, Humor, gamer!jungkook, barista!seokjin, Alternate Universe - College/University

6.4 words

rating: G

After embarrassing himself at the campus coffee shop, Jungkook becomes enamored with one of the baristas, and for some unknown reason even catches his attention. Now if only he could stop making a fool of himself.

#ship: jinkook #au: college #au: coffee shop #fluff #humor #gamer jungkook #meet cute #jungkook ship #seokjin ship #ao3 #bts ficrec #bts fic rec

[youthguk]

Next level | jjk gamer au

pairing: gamer! jungkook x gamer! reader

genre: rivals to lovers, smut (in further chapters), gamer au.

words: 2.4k

summary: Is fate playing with you when your one-night stand turns out to be the rising esports star, Jeon Jungkook, from your lifelong rival team? However, something tells you that Jungkook’s also not done playing with you as both of you will do anything to make your teams win.

author’s note: the game in this fic is just a figment of my imagination (just like everything else what will happen in this fic), inspired both by genshin impact and league of legends.

Chapter 1. Like a moth to a flame

The idea of spending your last free Friday evening at a party was ridiculous and Jisoo knew that. But when she heard about some peculiar game-themed party hosted by someone from your university, she knew that it was a match made in heaven!

And you couldn’t say no even though night outs or parties never were your thing, simply a waste of scarce resources which time is, you always said. And you couldn’t afford that squander. However, gaming was your thing. Almost part of your personality at this point and maybe even a dream vocation.

And if your ride to the destination was full of hesitation and even guilt (you could have been studying or practicing instead of this), all of that was gone the minute you stepped into the house party.

The living room decorated with all possible Vision of Fate themed items left you in awe. You didn’t even try to suppress your sudden squirm when you saw your favorite game characters on cupcakes. Looking around the room you’re faced with groups of your peers: some are interested in simply getting drunk, some are playing PS5 and no one seems to pay attention to the little corner of VoF in the kitchen the same way as you do.

Even the loud music isn’t bothering you once you’re able to catch the familiar theme song from VoF remixed which makes it almost unrecognizable yet quite conducive for the party. Weird choice but you are almost intrigued by the dedication of the party's host to the game.

Somewhere on your way to the kitchen, you lost Jisoo in the crowd of people as she waved to you “I’ll find you later, have fun!”. Well, with all this food and PlayStation, you might spend your time here with joy.

“Finally someone’s going to try these.” you were so immersed in choosing between cupcakes with your favorite in-game characters, that you didn’t notice a tall brunette approaching you. “I was looking from afar, wondering if those will be tasty.”

You toss a look over your shoulder, taken back by a sudden comment from a stranger. You eye him up and down, making sure that this boy is not someone you are supposed to know. Of course, how would you know anyone at this party? Your life consisted of university classes and gaming practices. Somewhere in-between — your household duties. You are sure that Jisoo, who isn’t even from your university, had more acquaintances here than you.

“So, you think I can actually eat this?” You try to sound unbothered, suppressing sudden excitement and nervousness in your voice. You find the stranger quite good-looking and, even though you’re reluctant to admit that, getting his attention might make you feel things that you have long forgotten.

It feels like ages since the last time you’ve encountered anything closely resembling flirting, and maybe tonight's the night for allowing yourself a little bit more of what you’re already spending your evening at a weird university party.

“Wouldn’t make sense if it was just for the decor,” replies the stranger, leaning on the kitchen counter; you feel his gaze studying you.

“What if you just wanna see me make a fool of myself?”

“Mmh not really into that type of shit,” the brunette casually blurted. He takes a quick bite of one of the cupcakes that you were choosing between. The taste of it leaves his brows drawn in a frown and you expect him to complain about the savoriness of the pastry but instead, he adds, “I’m Jeon Jungkook, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Jeon Jungkook.” You introduce yourself too, gaining some confidence to ask the question that’s been weighing on your mind, “You play VoF too?”

“Not really, just got interested in this little corner,” he firmly replies. Met with your overt disappointment, Jungkook quickly adds, “And you? You like this?” he asks while motioning to all the themed designs and goods.

“I do play, actually…” you answer hesitantly as his piercing doe eyes are watching you. “But now the more I look at this, the more ridiculous all of this looks,” Jungkook shot you a questioning glance, to which you hastened to add, “I mean, this is definitely not a place for this.”

“You seemed to like the theme at first.”

The excitement from finally socializing has quickly faded with a wash of crippling anxiousness as you find yourself trying to predict his reaction to your words. You are seeing him for the first and, probably, the last time in your life, yet you are seeking his approval.

“Yeah, I did but I play the game and love it, others definitely don’t give a damn about all of this and came just to party,” the moment the words fleed your mouth you again want to not seem even more judgemental, “Which is also totally fine, just feel like the target audience isn’t here.” you force a giggle, looking around awkwardly.

“Well, you never know,” his words go almost unnoticed by you, as your eyes wander around the room, hoping to find Jisoo by some miracle. Your friend is totally MIA. Maybe Junngkook notices your discomfort, because he suddenly adds, “are you looking for somebody?”

“Yes, my friend dragged me here.” Your eyes are finally back at Jungkook and for a moment you are startled. He was looking at you this whole time, his discerning gaze never leaving you. Jungkook is handsome, you think, and immediately get annoyed by yourself. Is this the right time to think about it? “But now she’s nowhere to be found.”

“Jisoo is a big girl, I doubt that there’s something to worry about,” he sighs heavily.

“You know Jisoo?” you raise your eyebrows in surprise while leaning in closer to Jungkook.

“Well, sort of… I’ve heard of her,” he pulled at the back of his neck, his eyes darting behind you surprisingly avoiding eye contact. Preceding further questions from you, he clears his throat and adds with no confidence, “she knows a friend of mine.”

You nod, contemplating if you should ask questions any further. For some reason, Jungkook didn’t want to talk about him being acquainted with Jisoo, which is currently the only thing that you have in common that you know of. And by the way his body has tensed you would even assume that he is slightly regretting that he’s mentioned.

Being usually the only introvert in any friend group made you accustomed to other people always trying to get you talking and doing the small talk. But if you and Jungkook were competing for the prize of the timidest person, he could definitely give you a run for your money. His erstwhile cockiness is long gone. Still, he isn’t going anywhere and you allow yourself to assume that he actually enjoys your company.

“I haven’t been to any parties for years, this is the first in a while, ” you decide to take the initiative for the sake of curiosity. You wonder where this all can lead.

“Glad you gave it a shot,” you catch a glimpse of a sudden spark in his eyes. He didn’t want this to end either. “You know if you are such a gamer girl, I have an offer that might be hard for you to decline.”

You shoot him a cautionary gaze, “I’m not playing games. Whatever that means.”

“Oh, something tells me you’ll like that,” Jungkook wets his lower lip, a snug grin plastering his beautiful face that leaves you smitten.

The new-made friend of yours beckons you to follow him and you look around at your surroundings, mulling over the idea. The loud music is starting to grate on you and getting drunk is not on your to-do list for today’s evening. The beloved PS5 in the center of the party has been taken by some wasted group of friends, which also makes your blood boil. Well, whatever Jungkook has to offer you cannot be worse than this.

As further Jungkook drags you through the endless corridors of this big house, the more alert you are. Jungkook isn’t a stranger, after all, he knows Jisoo and you trust your friend’s circle of acquaintances. Not to mention that Jeon Jungkook is quite attractive and being around him feels ecstatic, and you want to hold on to this long-forgotten feeling for as much as you can. But you’re not some naive person to let your guard down either.

Jungkook is slowing down which signals that you have probably finally arrived. “You know this place so well, is this your house?” You finally voice the doubt that has been crawling on you while trailing behind him.

“I’m just close with the owner,” he abruptly looks over his shoulder to assure you.

He stands before a door motioning you to take the first step into the room

“Ladies first,” he holds his hand for you while holding back a laugh.

You chuckle, “This house is ridiculously enormous, why would anyone—“ you cut off, gazing in awe at the room before your eyes.

An arcade room with a wide variety of games and machines opens up to you. You leave all your concerns behind carefully stepping forward. You don’t know who the owner of this house is but you feel a niggle of jealousy. How could someone live such a lavish lifestyle that they own the finest Arcade room that you’ve ever seen? The design of the room was surely inspired by the Japanese 80s cyberpunk aesthetic with all the lanterns and neon lights ornating the walls.

“I knew you would like it here,” Jungkook is right behind you, giving you time to look around a myriad of arcade cabinets, claw machines, and even VR games.

“At least it’s quiet here and I can properly hear you,” you don’t know how many tries you will have here, so you weigh on between playing the mini bowling or racing games.

“Can you hear me well now?” You feel the sudden warmth of Jungkook’s body behind you.

Not even trying to resist the urge to meet his mesmerizing eyes, you turn around, now facing Jungkook. Even through the dim lights of the Arcade room, you are able to catch the entrancing sparkle in his doe eyes that reel you in by the second. Your eyes flicker to his lips and you notice a cute little mole right beneath his mouth that sends warmth through your body.

And before it’s too late, your stare darted around the room hoping that Jungkook didn’t notice anything. Well, you’re sure he did, as a smirk spreads all over his face but maybe he decided to be a better person and doesn’t tease you about it.

“So, what can we play here?” You innocently ask, blinking up at him.

“Anything that you’d like,” he spreads his arms, and you can tell it took some willpower for him to fight the urge of answering your question not so innocently as he did.

You bit your lip, excitedly running from one machine to another as a little kid in a toy store not knowing what game to start with.

“But I thought, maybe you’d like to start with this one,” Jungkook’s smug voice reached out to you from the far side of the room.

He was leaning on a vintage arcade cabinet and at first, you were confused why he suggested this one in particular. That was until you came closer, recognizing the design of characters that you loved since you were a little kid.

“Is this for real the original Legends of the Wild arcade?” You find yourself glued to the machine, not willing to keep your hands to yourself. “Jungkook, this is literally what sculptured me into the person that I am today!” You both laugh as you continue examining the old arcade, getting ready to finally play.

You weren’t exaggerating for a bit, this game was profoundly responsible for your lifelong love for games. The minute you laid your hands on Nintendo’s joysticks, determined to play through the Legends of Wilds until you find out how the in-game story ends, was the minute your love for beautiful and meaningful games was found. And then later you stumbled upon an online game Vision of Fate which later made you a player of a rookie esports team where you met your best friend Jisoo. And your little esport romantic nature always wanted to even have a look at the original game’s arcade which was discontinued for a very long time.

But here it is, right in front of you, and your hands are tightly gripping the joystick, trying to score as high as possible. And it’s all thanks to Jungkook, who was a stranger just an hour ago that you might have never even crossed paths with, but for some reason you did. And now he sort of made one of your dreams come true while absolutely being clueless about games? Maybe it was fate, coincidence, or just an inevitable course of life that made you meet here someone who knew this house so well, while Jisoo left you…

“Shit, I totally forgot about Jisoo!” Your sudden wave of guilt leaves Jungkook in absolute shock.

“Didn’t she abandon you in the first place?” He kindly reminds you, which is technically true.

“That’s not how friendships work,” you take a step back, leaning on a table right next to the arcade. “I should at least text her,” you pull out your phone from the back pocket typing in the message, “You can try and play by yourself”.

You text a quick “where are you, everything’s fine?” message and click “send”. When your attention is back to Jungkook, you see the infamous “GAME OVER” plastered on the screen. You let out a chuckle, hurrying to save Jungkook.

“Need help?”

“Yeah, would be nice,” he beckons you to come closer to his side. And when you follow his instruction, he says, “Feel free to guide me however you want.” His smirk is irritating but you’re way too uplifted to think about a witty answer.

Plus, you can’t complain about having to stand in such close proximity to Jungkook. Not when everything about him is so ravishing.

You gently place your hand over his palm that is holding the joystick, fully ready to guide him. Was this ridiculous? Yes. Was this really necessary? No, Jungkook wasn’t even into games. But the warmth of his toned body right behind yours and his wide shoulders brushing yours were keeping you right at your spot.

When he leans in closer to you, his hot breath brushes your ear, as he mumbles hoarsely, “You are very good at this, Y/N, you know it?”

To be continued

#jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook ff #bts jungkook #bts smut #bts imagines #Jungkook gamer #Jungkook gamer au #jungkook enemies to lovers #jjk bts #jjk smut #Jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts x you #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook smut

[yoon-kooks]

on mute | jjk | teaser

🦈friday december 16 @ 7PM PST🦈

🦈pairing: fuckboy!gamer!jjk x reader

🦈genre: friends to lovers, office!au, coworker!au, fluff

🦈summary: You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings…until he unknowingly confides in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.

🦈word count: around 10k

🦈warnings: i decided no smut this time🥲

a/n: ive gone back and forth between loving and hating this fic but we're just gonna go with it lol btw this is a oneshot but lmk if you want to be added to the taglist✨

#bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts imagines #fuck boy jungkook #gamer jungkook #friends to lovers #jungkook f2l #office au #coworker au #bts x reader

[bbqhooligan]

look normally im satisfied by watching games from a distance maybe reading wiki pages if im into it, im just not big on gaming but its looking like i might actually get(pirate) a game all because i want Leon Kennedy so bad

#twink i want you on my lap so bad #i get hes a grown man but listen here: babygirl #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #mypost #hes gonna actually make me a gamer what the fuck #the shape of his lips have captivated me. jungkook ass pretty ass motherfucker.

[girl8890]

R Town | Ch.20

Jungkook x FemOc

word count: 6.6k

POV: Jungkook

Warnings: Confessions, Domestic abuse (implied), Rape/Non-con (implied), Threatening murder, Vaginal sex, Oral sex, Possessiveness.

Index | Ch.21

。・°°・°°・。 。・°°・°°・。 。・°°・°°・。

"Fuck it!" I admit, "Yeah, I love you, M! I have since we were kids. Let me love you better then him. Let me treat you better then that fucker ever has and ever fucking will!"

The shock on M's face says it all. She wasn't expecting me to admit I love her or that I love her in the first place. Hell, I wasn't expecting to admit it either. It just... came out!

"I-I..." Is all M can say, and it gets me a little worried that this is her reaction, but I already said it, so I might as well go all out, right?

"I know it's strange, and weird since we haven't seen each other since we were kids, but I really do. I've always wondered what you were doing, and if you were safe. Then I found out you had a husband." Just thinking about Felix has me clenching my fists in anger at my sides. "I can treat you better, M. Anyone can, but out of all the guys in the world, I want to be that guy for you. Please, let me be that guy for you."

I watch the first tear shed from her eyes, and M shakes her head. "But I'm broken..."

"Your not broken," I say, almost in a defeated voice. "Your lost. Let me help you."

But M just keeps shaking her head. "Y-you can't! I'm stuck in this situation. D-don't you... can you let me explain?"

After a hesitant moment, I nob my head. Truthfully, I'm not sure I want to hear M's explanation for her marriage. Just the mention of the fuck face's name makes me want to go to the club next door and kill him. At first, I knew I was just jealous of the guy for being with the woman I love, but now I have a whole new reason to hate him. And M is about to explain ALL the reasons why, plus more.

We both sit on my couch, and I don't miss the way M shifts uncomfortably on it. Not because of the couches material, but because of the conversation we're about to have.

M turns to face me, and says, "I don't love, Felix." I fricken knew it!  "I didn't love him, and I never did."

I have to stop myself from smiling because this is in no way a smiling matter, but I'm so happy to hear she doesn't love him, and that my intuition from the very beginning was right. But now I have to ask, "Then why are you married? Isn't that, you know, the point?"

M blinks a few times, trying to gather her words before saying them. "It's kinda hard to explain, but I guess the easiest way to explain our marriage is that it's... arranged?"

"Arranged?"

"Yeah, well... more like if I didn't marry him, not only would I suffer, but my brother too."

"What the fuck?"

"Yeah." M rolls her eyes, but more defeated than with attitude. "I'm the youngest, so it would make more sense for Jimin to be put in-"

"Wait, wait, wait!" I throw up my hands and shake my head. Needing to backtrack for a second. "Jimin's you brother?" M nods her head. "Huh. What do you know."

I watch M smile a little, but it doesn't at all reach her ears. "Maybe if you left your game store once in a while, you would have heard the news."

We both smile, and I chuckle at M's attempt to lighten the mood, but it goes south once again when M continues to explain her situation. "I want to be truthfully about everything with you Jungkook, but under no circumstance can Jimin know any of this. He'll just find a way to either make it worse for him, or blame himself."

Although I don't 100% know what M means, I know she's going to probably explain it more as she talks, so I nod my head in understanding.

M takes a big breath in, then continues, "My parents always planned to set one of us up with a big business owner. They originally planned to marry Jimin off, but then they met..." M swallows thickly. "Felix... and set us up without my knowledge. Truthfully, I hated the guy when I first met him. He would always look at me with these... with these eyes that just screamed predator, but my parents only ever paid attention to the money in his wallet. Felix considered me perfect, and my opinion was irrelevant. I-... we got married a month later."

I could name all the reasons why her situation pissed me of - no, more like made me enraged me - but it's way easier to just say every single word M just said made me want to become a fucking mass murderer! To the point, I openly admit, "I want to fucking kill him."

M shuts her eyes. "Jungkook, you can't-"

"No!" I stand up. "No fucking way, M. You married that douche bag. You married him, knowing he was, in fact, a fucking douche bag, and you expect me to just - what? Be okay with it?"

M stands up and holds her hands out. Her clearly seeing and hearing my anger. "I'm not expecting you too, but I'm also not done."

"You got be fucking - there's more?!"

M's lip starts to wobble, indicating she's about to cry, and it breaks my heart to watch her head nod. Meaning, that what she just said isn't even the worst of it.

"H-he..." M tries to control herself from crying, but she looks down at the ground and fails miserably. "Felix has beaten me a-and... other things, so bad for just not following his orders. We had to leave so many towns because of him. He's threatened my life, my families lives... I can never leave him. I can never leave him b-because if I do he will... he might..."

M covers her mouth, not wanting to admit her worst predictions. It gets to the point where I'm coaxing her to the couch, and having to swaddle her in my arms to try and calm her down.

My instincts are telling me to go find Felix, but I also have the love of my life sobbing in my arms. I had a similar dilemma like this last time I was with M. A dilemma where I was battling between caring for M and going to find Felix and kill him. Seeing M now, after admitting everything that's happened to her, I know now she's telling me everything not because she wants me to do something about it. She's not trusting me with this information because she wants me to help her, but instead, she wants me to be there for her.

I hold her close, put my anger aside for the time being, and let her cry on my shoulder. I'm not Felix. I'm not a violent person, and I want to be the one person in this world M can count on no matter what.

It takes a while for M to calm down, but I sit and hold her the entire time. I whisper things to her like "I'm here for you" and "I believe you" to help the calming process. When she eventually does stop crying, I don't let her go. Even when she lifts her head from my shoulder, I keep her tightly wrapped in my arms with her legs clutched to her chest.

M looks at me with red eyes, and I help her clear the tears away with my shirt sleeve. I press my forehead to hers, and we just stay like that for a moment. We sit in silence and just be with each other. There are not many times I'm okay with just being silent with someone. I have constant sound all around me when I'm at my game store, but with M any moment with her, even silent ones like these, are a blessing, and we can both agree it's worth it.

After a few more minutes of us just staring into each other's eyes and holding each other, M eventually breaks the silence with a voice that makes me want to cry too, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, M. You don't deserve anything you've been through with... him."

"I know, but there's still nothing I can do."

I want to tell her that's not true. That I can think about a million ways to take her out of this mess, and I'll support her every step of the way, but at the same time, that's not what she wants to hear. I'm not her, and I could never understand what she's going through, but after hearing everything I can clearly tell she has thought and processed every which way of escaping her husband. Ways that all lead to her and the people she cares about being affected.

This beautiful, sweet, dance dance revolution-loving, caring, passionate girl in my arms is stuck in a relationship that she doesn't want to fight out of because of the consequences. The consequences of failing to leave, and having her life further destroyed in the process.

I squeeze M closer to me when I realize this. Putting my face in her hair, and breathing in her recently washed hair. Smelling the lavender scents and realizing something else... this is the last time I'm ever going to be with her.

She hasn't explained it yet, but something happened to make her come here. I don't want to ask because I don't want to be told the truth. By what her thighs looked like the last time I saw her, I have a feeling she came here because of something specific. Something specific about me.

I've been too caught up in having M back in my life, that I've been selfish. I've been selfish because instead of just trying to keep her around, I've been pushing for my fantasies. My fantasies of M leaving her husband and ending up with me, when I should have just been okay with her being in my life again.

Sadly, M explains my worst nightmares and wildest dreams at the same time, "I wish I could be with you, Jungkook. I wish I had the ability to divorce my husband and... t-tell you I love you back."

I pull my face away from her hair, and I feel tears start to form in my eyes, so I look away from her. Rubbing my tears out of my eyes before me crying makes this situation even more depressing.

"We can't be together, but... we have tonight."

My eyes widen, forgetting the emotional moment I was about to have, and face M again. Did she just suggest, what I think she's suggesting? There's no way. I just told myself not to be selfish with her anymore. She couldn't mean-

M maneuvers herself to be straddling my thighs. She holds the back of my head as she kisses me deeply and it's full of fire. I'm frozen for a moment because my brain can't comprehend that M, the person I've been in love with since I was eight, wants to have sex with me.

Even in my frozen state, I feel every nerve ending go super sensitive. The first nerve ending that's charged all the way up, is my dick when M grinds her ass against it.

Holy shit, she really means it.

My hands start to shake because I don't know what to think. Should I do this? I've always wanted to, but would it be considered taking advantage of her? Luckily M puts me out of my misery and pulls our lips apart, sensing my nervousness.

"Make me forget about everyone else but you, Kookie."

And that was enough to wake me up from my frozen state.

I pull M in by placing my hands on the small of her back. I kiss M passionately, and I'm rewarded with one of M's goddess-like moans. Who am I kidding? I could never deny M anything. Even if it hurts afterward, knowing this could be the only time will ever be intimate in this way, M is asking me this. She's asking to be with me, even if it's just once because she has feelings for me. She wants to be selfish with me just as much as I've been selfish with her.

We're kissing wildly. Her hands are gripping at my hair, while my hands go under her dress and squeeze her ass. Our tongues swirl together, while M moans, and I grunt out how good it feels to be this way with each other. How good it feels to not care about anyone else, but each other for a change.

It's when M starts grinding her core against my dick again, that I speed things up. I pick M up by firmly grabbing onto her ass, and she detaches our lips when she gasps. Unlike before, M isn't trying to grab on me for her dear life, but instead touching our foreheads together and looking into my eyes. Automatically wrapping her arms around my neck, and her ankles locking together behind my back.

There's so much going on in that head of hers, but one things for sure, there's love in those eyes. Not just lust or her want to fuck me but actual unvocalized love.

It's then I realize... this is going to be my first time ever having sex with someone I love. I've never opened my heart up to anyone, but M before. Sure I had girlfriends or flings in the past, but I never thought or told them I loved them. That's why those relationships never lasted.

And onto my next realization...

I kick my bedroom door open and don't stop to contemplate how M is the first person to ever enter this room besides myself. I lay her down in the middle of my black comforter and pull myself away from her. I look down at M on my king-sized bed and think, I've never seen anything more gorgeous.

"Fuck, M... your so beautiful."

M blushes and smiles fully for the first time since she entered my apartment, and I pray that's not the last time I'll ever see that smile again. This is quite literally a dream come true to me - maybe more of a wet dream, but a dream nonetheless. Having M as completely mine in every way tonight, I'm going to make sure she understands just how much I love her and make this the best experience of both our lives.

I start off by taking off my shirt. Just like when I opened my door in a rush before, M's eyes widen and she unknowingly bites the corner of her mouth. And just like before, I feel myself swell with pride that she likes what she sees.

I get onto the bed and slowly crawl up M's form. I kiss each spot of naked skin as I do, and love the bliss-filled sighs she makes each time my lips touch her skin. When I get back to her lips, I'm more gentle than before. Me wanting to take my time, and show M that I love her with every ounce of my being.

I gently bite M's lip, and she whimpers in return. I smirk against her lips, and M wraps her arms around my neck. Her wanting to feel more of me, and me willing to give it all. I lay my body flat against her's and raise her dress to her thighs, so she can feel my want for her. M gasps, and I have to pull our lips apart to moan against her neck when my thin pants-covered boner and her pantie-covered core rub against each other. When I feel M's arms tighten around my neck, I know she wants more. I grind against her again, and this time I'm blessed enough to hear an open mouth moan from her. A new sound I want to hear on repeat.

I hike up M's dress more to grab onto her thigh and start grinding against her a little rougher. M scratches at my back, and it's a breathtaking sight to watch as she becomes overcome in pleasure.

I then pull one of M's dress straps down. M's blush gets significantly more red in embarrassment when her one breast is fully revealed to me, but her face soon turns back to pleasure-filled when I latch my lips onto her nipple. I swirl my tongue around the bud, and I find myself rubbing against her even harder because of it.

For a second I forget where I am, and forget my goals for the night. I rip the other strap of her dress off until her other breast is revealed to me. I twist and flick at her one nipple, while I have her other nipple still getting sucked by my mouth. I switch back and forth with this process between each breath, loving the feeling of her pointed buds in my mouth and her in my hands. All the while my very hard dick is humping against her pantie-covered core.

I'm literally in fucking heaven, but I remember my goals of M's priority pleasure when I hear her say, "Oh my god, Jungkook!"

I actually fucking gasp and squeeze my eyes shut when her now high-pitched voice calls out my name. Me almost cumming in my pants because of it. I realize then that I was actually pinning her arms down as I was fondling her this entire time. I lean away from her, scared that I took it too far, but when I see her face... fuck! I've never seen someone so sexy.

M's lips are plumped from us kissing so passionately before, and her blush has now reached her neck. She's breathing heavily, and her eyes look glossed over and completely fucked out.

I don't even know what to say. I know what I'm feeling, and that is I want to cum so badly and just get inside of her, but I have to wait. I have to make sure M is well taken care of. That's my plan and I need to stick with it. And I was fully prepared to do so much more with her until she said...

"I-I don't knows what's happening to me."

I raise my eyebrow at her, not expecting those words to leave her mouth. "What's wrong?"

"I- nothing - I don't know. I just feel... different. I've never felt this way before. Its-... is it normal to feel like this here." I follow M's hand until it reaches her lower stomach. My brain goes tick, tick, tick... until it full-on explodes when I put two and two together.

"Wait, M... have you never orgasmed before?"

M's eyes widen, and she pulls her shoulders forward in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. Then, to my complete fucking surprise, she says, "N-no."

M... has never orgasmed before.

I don't know why I didn't think this would be a possibility, maybe because I know Felix and M have had sex before, and I push that thought of them together in that way right out of my head because I'm not going to allow anything to ruin this moment for me. My goal was always to pleasure her. It was always to make M orgasm, so many times the only person she could think about is me, and I still have that goal, but it has an added-on meaning to it.

My new goal: Make M's first organum so good, that even if she were to have it again with someone else she will think of me.

Fuck... this is going to be the best sex I've ever had in my life. Granted, I always thought it would be without a doubt, but knowing I'm going to be her first in something has my heart beating a mile a minute.

"Fuck," I chuckle out with a smile. "Your so fucking sexy." M raises her eyebrows in confusion, but before she could question my compliment, I kiss her so hard her head gets pushed into the pillow.

I know it's time to speed up this process. I'm not going to have M's first orgasm happen because I was wildly humping her and fondling her tits. Without taking my lips off of hers, I pull her dress downwards until she's left in nothing, but her panties. Since I can't help myself, I pull away from M again and look at her nearly naked form.

"Yup, super fucking sexy."

M rolls her eyes but smiles brightly this time. "Your such a dork."

I crawl backward and lay my head against her thigh, trying not to look at what's right in front of my face, but instead keep eye contact with her. "But... a sexy dork, right?"

M giggles. "Your so- Ah!"

Before I let M give one of her teasing remarks, I lick up the front of her panties. I couldn't help it. Of course, I ended up looking, and when I saw that she was so wet that some of it was dripping down her thigh, I wanted to taste her so badly. Her pussy, even covered by a thin pair of lace, tastes so sweet. I've never eaten a girl out, never felt the need to when I never gave a shit about the girls I slept with, but one lick of M's pussy and I want to keep my face between her legs forever.

I lift her thighs so there on my shoulders and move her panties over. I lick my lips, then take one tentative lick of her, and her hand moves to my hair and pulls. My eyes widen, but once she is able to grab a hold of a different part of me, my shoulders, she tries - and fails - to pull me up. I start to laugh when I notice her frustrated face.

"Please, Jungkook." I stop laughing. "I really need you."

Well, Fuck. Twist my arm why don't you. I feel kinda disappointed that she didn't want me to eat her out, but with a begging voice like that, coming from M of all people, she doesn't need to ask me twice.

I sit up on my knees, and smile down at M. "Anything for you, baby."

I go to pull down her itty-bitty thong, but then she stops me by placing her foot on my bare chest. I look back at M and see watch her shake her head.

"Your turn," M says. I smirk, but kinda feel embarrassed about taking off my pants. I know it's a repeated reference by now, but I never gave a shit about the women I slept with and that includes if they liked my dick or not. This is M we're talking about, though. She notices my hesitance and smirks. "Don't you wanna know how good I am with a joystick?"

Fuck- fuck- fuck- and fuck. Huhhhhh... YES!

I'm practically ripping off my pants now. Not even caring that M laughs while I struggle to take off these somehow tight sleep pants. She stops laughing though when I'm completely naked in front of her. I feel my face heat up by M's heat-filled gaze, but when sits up on her knees to be face to face with me, I forget any insecurities I just had.

M keeps eye contact with me as she pushes her panties down her legs, somehow being flexible enough to take them off from the back of her, and puts her hands on my chest. I wrap my arms around her waist and place my hands on the small of her back.

There's no more laughter or teasing gestures. M and I are just... being. Together. Two people naked, and know what step comes soon. A step neither of us wants to joke about or ruin.

I feel M's one hand run down my chest and touch me for the first time. I gasp when I feel her small hands wrap around me, but she has my breathing going labored within seconds.

"Fuckkkkk, M." Her name comes out as a moan when I feel her thumb rub at my head. I know I'm stupidly already close when instead of just moaning out a name, I'm moaning against her neck like a fucking whore. I still her wrist, and I glance at her face to see a smirk.

"Told you," Was all she said, but it was in such a small voice. Her not wanting to ruin the moment with any big teases. I never doubted she was good anyway, but also the fact that I've been teasing and preparing her for so long now, M could probably giggle right now and I would be a goner.

I kiss her lips, and we both smile as we do. I slowly lower M back down onto the bed, never taking my lips off of hers. I - painfully - slowly spread her legs apart and move myself in between her legs.

I don't rush anything, but once I'm inside her, bottoming out with a slow thrust into her, I won't admit to the sound I made, but it explains how I feel perfectly. She just feels so perfect. She's super fucking tight but so wet there's no resistance. I understand now why Felix is so possessive over her, and now that I've finally entered her I don't know how I'm ever going to survive not being with her. My face is buried in her neck because I'm so obsessed with the feeling of her. I press my body down flat on top of her, and it increases the feeling of euphoria my entire body is having right now.

M clenches around me while whimpering when I haven't even moved within her yet, and it has me seconds away from cumming. I actually, which I never thought I would ever say, tell her, "Fuck, don't do that."

"Please move then, Kookie. I-... I feel like I'm dying."

I feel like I'm already dead. Died and gone to god damn heaven. I start to thrust in and out of her, and it quickly gains up speed, my own strength of going slow already failing. My own instincts taking over when every move I make inside of her is making me see stars.

M wraps her arms around me, and that somehow gives me the ability to take my face out of her neck and look down at her. Our foreheads touch, and I watch her eyes gloss over as a pleasure-filled vibration course through her. I watch M's face as she goes through the motions of moaning, crying out my name, squirming around, and not knowing how to feel all the while my speed is increasing.

"God - M - fuck! You feel like heaven~"

I've always considered M a goddess, but watching her getting closer and closer to cumming proves she was made by Aphrodite herself! I lift myself up a little further to have a better view. I'm also getting closer as I move faster inside of her, but my eyes and ears are selfish and want to hear and see as much of her pleasurable reactions as possible.

"J-Jungkook I - oh my Jun- god-..." Besides M's stuttering, the tighter clench of her pussy says it all. M's about to cum for the first time, and I have the privilege of witnessing it.

I grab onto her hand and move her head to make sure she looks me in the eyes. "I got you, baby." I kiss her cheek. "Just let go."

Within seconds, M isn't the only one becoming a complete fucking mess. I thought I would be able to last longer. Most of the time guys don't even know if a girl cums, and I thought it would feel that way with M since it was her first time... but I very much felt it.

She fucking squirted. All of a sudden M is flinging her head back, and my dick has never gone through so much wetness at one time. I actually almost collapse on top of her when my own orgasm got ripped out of me because it just felt that fucking good! My hips thrust forward harder on their own accord, going deeper into M than before. I let go of M's hand and grab onto the sheets in an attempt to not hurt her hands with mine. I swear I heard them rip because that's how good what just happened felt.

I cough by the time we're both done moaning loudly and cumming together. I watch M try to catch her breath, and I stare at her in disbelief. I actually feel her cum on my thighs right now. Like... no fucking way M is even perfect when she fucking cums!

"How are you so perfect?" I ask. M's eyes widen, staring up at me. How I'm still able to hold myself above her, I have no god damn clue because that just felt so good I thought I was going to collapse.

M's cheeks heat up, and she turns her head to try and hide her face. "Stop it. I'm not perfect."

I grab her face and move it to face me. "Yeah, you fucking are." I kiss her. "And my addiction to you is proof."

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The next morning, I look down to find an angel sleeping on my chest. I have my right arm protectively wrapped around her, and M's arms are squished between us. I don't remember when we fell asleep last night, but I do remember everything we did beforehand.

We didn't stop at one time. We had sex multiple fucking times. Different positions, different paces. I know M's body like the back of my hand now, but no matter which way we did her cumming always had my own orgasm being ripped out of me. Something about the way she clenched like a vice around me, and how every time she came it was like a dam broke loose.

I feel myself get hard just thinking about it. How perfect last night was, and how I reached my goal twice over of making M feel good.

But the morning sun shining down on M's beautiful face through the window is just a reminder of what today is. How last night will never happen again. Both of us will never be happy because of a man that has M controlled by a tight leash. I know I shouldn't be thinking of him while I have a naked M in my arms, but with learning M's body all last night, I also know all her scars.

She didn't let me eat her out no matter how many times I tried last night, but with the number of positions we did, I eventually saw what she was trying to hide from me... the bruises are still there. Smaller, and only surrounding her pussy lips, but they were there regardless. I'm surprised I wasn't hurting her, but I also didn't aim to hurt her. No. All I got was moans, and her crying out my name like a prayer.

Something I know Felix will never get from M.

Speaking about moans, M moans in a daze and stretches her arms out when she wakes up. I quickly put on a fake smile, acting like I wasn't just thinking about her fuck face of a husband, and watch as M blinks her eyes open. Her eyes widen for a second, but then she smiles at me in return, and my fake smile becomes a real one. I can never be angry when M looks at me like that. Content and happy. Two things I always want to see in her.

"Goodmorning, Kookie."

My smile grows bigger. "Goodmorning, baby."

Suddenly, M's eyes widen again, but this time in a panic. She lifts herself off of me and glances around frantically. "Oh my god! What time is it!?"

It takes me a second, but I realize pretty quickly she's worried about Felix finding her not at home. I reach over to my side table and check the time on my phone. "It's 6:15 am."

M sighs, calming down again and clearly okay with the time. "Thank god. Felix doesn't usually get up until after 12-" She stops herself short. She very much knows by now that the mention of his name makes me want to commit murder. "Sorry."

I raise an eyebrow at her but try to play it off as Felix not being the forever bad point in any conversation to me. "It s'kay."

M frowns, but instead of making it a big deal, decides to act like the cutest person on the planet instead. She straddles my stomach, rubs her face on my chest, and smoothes out her hands on my abs. "I'm soway, Kookie. I'll be a good girl. I pomise."

I actually fucking laugh when I watch M act like a child. Her naked body on top of me though not helping my morning wood. "It's okay, M. I'm not mad at you. I could never be mad at you." She turns her face to look at me but doesn't lift her face from my chest. I smile, for real, and say, "I mean it. You can always trust me to tell you the truth."

And to further prove that point, I flip us around until M is on her back, and pin her arms beside her head, then say, "Because I love you." I kiss her, and the sweetest moan that I get in return has my boner jumping to action.

I'm not interested in being inside her though - well, that's a lie. That will always be a lie - but I want to taste a part of her I only got to have two kitten licks from last night.

I slowly kiss down her body, giving her nipples extra attention since I now know how sensitive she is there, but when I get to her stomach M is grabbing onto my shoulder and saying, "Wait, Kookie-"

"M... I already know." Her eyes widen. "You really thought I wouldn't see it last night? Not even when I had your legs in the air while I was-"

"Okay! Enough! Shh!" Even though this conversation is in no way an enjoyable one, the corners of my mouth twitch up when I see M's face heat up. "Just... don't look at me funny."

"Look at you funny? What do you mean?"

M sighs and her little pout lips look so cute that I want to kiss them again. "Like, don't look at me like I'm broken. I don't feel broken when I'm with you anymore, but when you first saw them last time..."

She didn't need to continue after that. I obviously couldn't see my own reaction at the time, but I know it wasn't a happy one. Who would be happy seeing those types of bruises on the person they love?

Although I know this conversation killed the mood a little, I say, "I promise I won't react that way now. I just want to make you feel good."

M smiles, but it's a tiny sweet one. "You made me feel incredible last night."

I bite my lips and feel a surge of pride course through me. Although it was kinda obvious by the number of times she came last night, it's still amazing to hear M say out loud that she loved what I did with her last night. That's why, just for a little more convincing until I stop the pressuring altogether, I admit, "You also taste like the most addictive candy known to man, and my tongue is craving some sugar this morning."

M gasps at my vulgar words. "Oh, my - Jungkook!" I smile and wiggle my eyebrows. It only takes a few more seconds of my award-winning smile, and then M is saying, "Mmm... okay, fine, but only because I honestly want to know how it feels."

And I do just that.

Once again, M taste's like the sweetest thing my tongue has ever tasted. It's actually vibrating and having me moaning with her because she tastes so good. I particularly like when I suck at her clit, and have the pleasure of seeing M arch her back, making her boobs bounce as she cries out my name in ecstasy.

I grab onto her breast and circle my tongue around her hole while I play with her sensitive buds. I feel her pussy get increasingly wetter as my tongue continues to lick her up, and it has my dick ultra-hard underneath me. As much as my dick wants to enter her right fucking now, my time with M like that is gone.

I know that after this session of me finally tasting what's between this goddess's thighs, she has to leave. Leave, and get home before her asshole of a husband wakes up and realizes she wasn't home to begin with when he stumbled in from last night's drinking session.

At one point, during our breaks between fucking each other's brains out sessions, I saw Felix leave the club through my bathroom window. It was around two in the morning, and he was in no shape to get home, so there's no way he noticed if M got home or not.

And she wasn't home, but in my bed instead. As soon as I saw him, that break was over and I fucked M so hard I had her screaming my name, so loudly I thought someone would think I was murdering her. Just like now, thinking about that fuck face that uses and hurts M, I start eating out her pussy like it's the last thing I'll ever do. Me wanting to hear her cry out my name again and again as a reminder that I'm the only person she wants to make her feel this what. I'm the only person M wanted to be with so badly, that she risked her own life to be with for one night.

I spread her thighs further apart, and dive my tongue right inside of her. Licking at her walls, and trying to burrow my tongue as deep as it can possibly go. I'm rewarded with M screaming out, "Oh my - Fuck Jungkook! I'm- I'm..."

Then I'm rewarded again with feeling M's cum all over my tongue and chin. I'll never get over how this perfect being in my bed right now, is a squirter. I'll also never be able to get over how amazing she feels, how beautiful her about to cum face is, how my name sounds on her lips when she moans, or how she actually exists!

God must have made sure to bless M with everything he titled as perfect and shunned me from ever being able to get over her. I never planned or thought I would be able to, move on from loving M. As I lay here between M's thighs, resting my cheek against her soft leg with a face full of her essence, I stare up at M in admiration. Admiration that this girl - all 5 foot 5 inches, red hair, glossy-eyed, and lips so plump all I want to do is kiss them - is the only girl for me.

M Park is my soul mate, and when my soul mate calms down from her high I just gave her, she's going to leave my apartment and pretend everything last night never even happened...

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CH 21

#r town #r town chapter 20 #chapter 20 #BTS jungkook #jungkook #jk #jk bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook x femoc #jungkook x oc #pining #childhood friends to lovers #friends to lovers #jk is so in loveeeee #confessions #love is love #abused oc #x oc #x femoc #gamer!jungkook #game store owner!jk

[delugguk]

Tell me if you’ve had any fantasies with jungkook’s latest lives.. like any scenarios .. anything tbh because I’ve had too many idk if I’m the only one shsjsjsjsj

#but there’s this one I can’t shake off my head #oh my goddddd #I will make it an scenario bUT #since I’ve been writing an streamer and gamer jungkook au…. #I don’t know if I should make it part of an episode #or #make it a random one shot 😩

[ggukkiereads]

hi, i hope you're doing well.

uhm i fell asleep reading this one jungkook fic and then i lost it.

i've been searching for it for two hours now. i have no choice but to disturb you so i'm so sorry.

it's a gamer/streamer jk ff where he and reader plays together and jk always loses and then eventually it became smut bcs jk is submissive. tysm!

🌷 Oh gosh I am sorry I don’t remember when this ask got sent (I’m just backtracking and checking old asks) so not sure if you were talking about a recent fic? an old fic?  Did he lose in an official game show (like Run BTS)? Was OC a pro-gamer? I am thinking of @haliiimede ‘s Sore Loser. If it’s not the fic you are looking for, perhaps you can share more details to differentiate the fic you're looking for? t

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#the sub!koo is a clue but it depends! I feel like I've read a sub!koo gamer fic before too #was also thinking of jungkxook's fic but I don't think JK is sub-by enough #fichunting #huntstatus:toconfirm #jungkook smut #jungkook gamer au #vantaelis #🌷 chats

[sunnyandthediamonds]

we've been having some technical difficulties

#sunnysart #bts fanart #jungkook #jk #computer stuff #gamer!jungkook #hacker!jungkook #I'd like my pc to just work pls