⤑ Paring: Jungkook x reader (with a little bit Namjoon x reader and Taehyung x reader)
⤑ Genre: wolf!au, soulmate!au, collage!au
⤑ Summary: y/n has been feeling a certain darkness ever since she got her period. Something was calling her and one day that ‘light’ came into vision. You’d never thought however, that it would be a werewolf.
⤑ Rating: 18+
⤑ Warnings: mentions of rape, depression, smut, oral sex, window-sex, shower-sex, knotting, marking and animalistic behaviour.
⤑ Wordcount: 9.5k
⤑ A/n:hey!! This will be my first story on this account. I used to run another tumblr account, but I felt like I needed a new start hehe. Hope you enjoyed this one!
‘why is it so dark?’, you ask yourself as you try to see, but nonetheless fail to do so. It’s too dark. You can’t understand what you feel, but it has been the darkest feeling you have had in your whole life, though you might not yet be that old. It is creeping up on you, like a tiger or some other creature. It might’ve always been there, but never this strong. Never since this very moment. A white ray stands tall in front of you, all too sudden but not unwelcome. You feel like you need to be there, like this might be the place that brings you the peace you have been seeking. You know the feeling, the dark feeling, ends with this light. It all fits too well…
You take a step forward, but when you look down to see where you are walking on, you don’t see your feet. It’s only you, like a floating conscious. Even though it got you distracted for the smallest second, you knew this wasn’t important enough. The only thing worth doing right now is taking another step towards this warm and sunny light. Another step was taken and you feel your body heating up. Even though the light is your answer, you are still reacting to it in all the negative ways. ‘Is this what I need? It’s probably better than that horrifying darkness around us. Around me and this light’.
So without another thought, you take three more steps. There it is, right in front of you. You can feel your whole body reacting in heath, but you still feel save somehow. It’s resisting and it feels unnatural, but you haven’t felt as connected in so long with such a simple thing. You want it. No, you need it. And it also needs you. Two sides, two consciousnesses needing one another. But it doesn’t feel enough. You need more. You need to be closer. You need hi-.
‘Y/n? You are burning up! Are you okay? Wake up!’.
The sudden voice wakes you up in one simple snap. Your eyes spring wide open as you look scared towards your friend, who just as well returns that look. Namjoon puts his hand on your forehead. You flinch as he retracts his hand as fast as lighting, making a gesture as if your forehead is about a 100 degrees. ‘Damn y/n, that should be illegal. It’s way too hot. Please go to the nurses office’, he exclaims.
You put your hand on your heart, feeling how fast it’s beating. It’s so fast that you can feel it in your whole body. You are trying to recall your dream, but you only seem to remember that you felt a dark feeling. It must’ve been a nightmare. You check out your surroundings as you felt quite out of place, but you soon notice you are still in the comfort of your school’s library. You let out a breath, shaking off that weird experience and you try to calm down your body. ‘I think I had some kind of nightmare’, you inform Namjoon before picking up your pencil.
You have been working all night with your classmate. You were assigned to work together on a project. Since the both of you had a hard time to find a good spot in your agendas to work together, you found that only today you could really work on it. So you both took the chance and ended up working all night. You pull out your phone and you notice it’s already 11 pm. Your eyes widen. ‘Namjoon, why didn’t you wake me up? We really need to get going. Can we still get out of the building?’. He chuckles and shrugs. ‘Thought you could use some rest, you’ve only been gone for twenty minutes, so don’t worry. But you’re right. We should go home’. You let out a small sigh before clearing out your desk. He didn’t mean it bad, so you let it go. You both pack your things and go home.
As you walk your way to your dorm, you can’t help but feel that same creeping feeling. You feel that darkness. It’s not uncommon for you anymore. It has been a few years already, the moment you had your period. You have felt it ever since that moment. You can still remember the first dream about it. It was like just now, dark and alone. As if there was something or someone missing from your life. Your mother showed her concern about it and took you to a doctor, who gave you a number of a psychologist. There we thorough experiments, but no one could really tell what it was and how to get rid of it. At some point you found yourself at a more spiritual room. That was even more traumatic, as she just looked at you in fear and told you to leave within a few seconds. It got you thinking. Are you some kind of devil? Some kind of lost soul from another world, what certainly isn’t holy? This time though, this last dream, it was different. Different from your other dreams. You did feel the darkness, but there was something else. It felt refreshing and warm, something you haven’t felt in so long. Whatever it is, you hope that same feeling will return to you. And this time you won’t be woken up. This time it will stay with you.
I would like to make a request and I wish you can make it a series. BTS- Jungkook. Smut- it doesn’t matter, anything does it. Angst- 3 (he uses you but you catch feelings and because of it you don’t seem to notice he’s using you, until one day.) sorry if that doesn’t makes sense. AU- 2,5 and you can make something on your own too. I JUST REALLY LOVE ANGST, SO PLEASE MAKE PURE ANGST OUT OF IT, I AM FEELING SAD THESE DAYS, I LIKE TO CRY!
It didn’t take long for him to show up, covered in water, hair pressed against his forehead and somehow a smile on his face. “fuck.” He sighed brushing his hair back. “its pouring.” He chuckled pulling his phone out to check if it was okay. “we’re good.”
“listen, i don’t want to know the details i just want to know if it was true that he fucked someone while we were-.”
“He’s jungkook. He’s immature and a brat.” Namjoon started as he stepped closer to you and frowned. “so yeah he did.”
“fuck…” You muttered feeling your chest tighten even more, throat closing with the need to breath as you try and swallow your sobs. You didnt want it to bother you as much as it was but for some reason you couldnt stop thinking about him. and you hated yourself because of that.
“(y/n).”
“Nope.” You paused feeling your voice break as you spoke again. Picturing the hands he held you with so softly, the lips he kissed you with, the sweet words- he was saying it to someone else as well. “i dont want to hear anymore.” You spoke finally sobbing a bit.
“(y/n)…” Namjoon sighed as he quickly stepped towards your body and caved you into his chest. Thunder rolling above the two of you as you sobbed. “jungkook admits that he did wrong, not that you should forgive him or anything.” Namjoon began to speak. “but at the party last night we got jungkook to talk with us.” He paused rubbing your heaving back as you slowed your sobs to listen to what he was saying. “Jungkook was fucked up that night, i’ve never seen him that bad before. We talked about you and how you are actually a good person and not just one of those girls that sleep around that he normally goes for.”
normally goes for?
“we basically told him to get his shit together, cut it off with you before you get hurt anymore and to grow up.” Namjoon finished as he pulled away from you, gripping your shoulders and moving to wipe the tears from your eyes. “(y/n) do you want to know jungkook’s reply to all of that?”
You weren’t sure you wanted to hear anything about him anymore. You didn’t want to think about how the one boy you finally opened yourself up to, went and easily fucked some girl. Sure the two of you weren’t dating but it was still close to that… maybe it was your fault? You shouldn’t be feeling like this right? it was just a experimental thing with the hot boy from school.
“im okay…”
~
Have you ever had something that you wanted and then have ripped from you. Or better yet. Have a pet that you loved with all of your might, followed it around, took care of it and then it run away? That heart break doesn’t compare to the pain you were feeling now. The fact that you trusted jungkook, opened yourself up to him and talked to him like you never talked to anybody in your whole life; just to have it thrown out the window with some other girls snatch.
But you couldn’t help but think that it was just your fault to begin with. You knew better than to talk to the one person who has practically ‘dated’ every girl in your school.
So the days just rolled on for you. Drifting in and out of classes, working hard like you use to, and finally reaching the end of your highschool career. Every now and then you’ll catch jungkook trying to text you, talk to you in the hallways; but you just ignore it and go about your business. You were becoming stronger again.
“It’s actually funny watching how badly he wants to talk to you.” Jimin chuckled as he poured your 2nd cup of coffee since you finished your day of school. You sat on your laptop scrolling through colleges to apply for.
“Yeah..” you muttered in response as jimin shoves himself beside you, ignoring the fact he was on the clock.
Since you stopped talking to jungkook completely, you and jimin have grown closer. He was a good friend to you now. Talked to you while you cried for no damn reason, promised it would get better if you just forgot about jungkook completely. He was a good friend. “ do you even know what you want to do when you graduate?” Jimin questioned, earrings swaying on his ears as he cocks his head at you.
You closed your eyes for a second, glanced from your coffee to the rain dripping down the window. “I dont know.” You replied with a shrug. “I honestly have no clue what i want to do.”
“Does anybody though?”
“true.”
your soft chatter is interrupted as your phone begins to ring, your mothers sweet face popping up on the screen.
“You should totally let me answer it.” Jimin teased.
“No because the second she hears a guys voice shes going to think im dating you.” You chuckled putting the phone to your ear, “hey.”
“Whats wrong with that.” Jimin replied making you stare at his serious face as your mother rambled on the other end of the phone. He smiles softly before rising from the table and back to work, your heart racing from his words.
“Uh sorry mom, what were you saying?” You cleared your throat as you listened to her talk about some trip that was going to happen this weekend, your mouse clicking on a few local colleges near you; looking at what they had to offer. “Sure i’ll go with you. we’re we going and why?”
“we’re going to see your aunt in Florida.”
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This wasnt the first time Jungkook had tried to reach out to you. It was worse in the hallways at school. Seeing him face to face, the frown he wore. He almost looked like he cared.
Your body rocked against the plane taking off, eyes staring at the speeding concrete in the dark night as you moved; mom’s hand tight in your own. As you rose in the sky your eyes drank in the height you were at. The city below twinkling. You twirled your airplane mode phone in your hand thinking about what it was exactly jungkook wanted to talk about.
Was he just going to apologize for sleeping with someone while you two had a thing going on? Or was he going to tell you something completely different? It wasn’t like you weren’t asking yourself these questions. you thought about them constantly… Wanting to know if the way you feel for jungkook was real or just lust filled feelings?…
“When will be get into Florida?” You questioned your mother as you stayed in the air for a hour already.
“We should be landing in thirty to an hour.” She replied spinning the alcoholic beverage she ordered in her hand. “Your aunt is really looking forward to seeing you-.”
“Dont you mean, meeting me.” You corrected.
That’s right. You have never met you aunt before. Your mother cut that side of her family out of her life for a reason and that reason was unknown. So of course you were surprised when she suddenly mentioned the name of her sister and said that you and her were taking a trip to meet her.
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{ Jimin POV }
She mentioned being gone for this weekend, that she would turn her phone off for that time to 'reconnect’. I didnt blame her. (y/n) needed some space it seemed. “that will 4.20.” I smiled at the large man ordering his sweet coffee. Hands pulled the flaps open, shoving the money in the drawer, and sighing after handing him his change.
“Taking my break.” I smiled, taking my apron off and heading towards the back of the building. I grabbed an already rolled blunt from the party the other night and decided i deserved this. My wrist still burned form punching that idiot, and all i could think about is (Y/n) now and her opinion of me.
Wrapping my lips around the packed end, lighter in my hands, and the stormy sky above rolling until it can finally break. As i strike the cog to ignite the flame, taking a long drag i let the smoke flood through my lungs and circle back out, muscles relaxing with a simple puff.
“Jimin.”
My body twitches as i pull the joint from my lips and stare at the person who caught me….jungkook.
“Chill its only me.” He scoffed walking closer with a smirk on his lips and hands in his hoodie. “Listen i want to talk-.”
“I rather not talk to you.” I sighed sucking on the much needed high again.
“its about (y/n).”
“Didnt i say-.”
“i love her.”
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{ (y/n)’s POV }
You hated planes.
You had the process of it all, the long flight and all the walking it had to offer. Your mother on the other hand loved it. She always took full advantage of everything the travel had to offer. Stopping from shop to shop while we waited for our plane to take off and even after we landed she wouldn’t stop.
“(y/n) look at all the little souvenirs.” she would say. Thinking that i really cared for all the alligators with the etched in name of the state or t-shirts that said 'i love panama.’ “Don’t you want a matching one with me?”
no. “Sure.”
You were tired of your heart feeling so cloudy. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. About his smile, his eyes, his lips…. The way he felt on your skin, his hot breath and sweet tone in his voice when he whispered in your ear.
you missed him..
“this is my sister and your aunt, Lynda.” Your mom introduced you to the one family member you have never met. Lynda’s house was small and unkept, pictures hung on the wall were crooked and there was a clear smell of weed stitched into the furniture mixed with something else. Your mother never told exactly what your aunt has done to not earn a actually title in your life but you could tell it was drugs. Especially with the way her skeleton like body walked up to you and hugged you.
“You’ve grown so much since ive seen you last.”
“I dont remember seeing you-.”
“(y/n).” Your mother corrected you as you are pulled form the hug and stared at.
Tears pecked the side of her eyes as she looked at you. “Im sorry you just remind me so much of her.”
“Her?” you questioned.
“Lets eat dinner first and then we can talk about it Lynda.”
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We ate dinner like mother said we would. Started with going out to eat at some sleaze ball dinner. Men were coming up to Lynda, whispering things in her ear only to disappear after she sends them away with a smile and a promise to talk to them later.
You ate crappy wings and listened to crappy music. Your phone sat off in front of your fingertips, mother speaking to her sister, laughing and talking about things you really wouldn’t understand or care to hear for.
You didn’t want to hear anything besides words form someone else. Someone you couldn’t stop thinking about.
Jungkook.
“How far are we from the beach right now?” You questioned seeing that the dinner part of this visit was going to last for hours.
“Just around the corner.” Lynda answered.“
"Im going for a walk then.” You spoke without an answer as you grabbed your phone, pressing the power button and disappearing out the bar. The smell of cigarettes circled your skin as the soft breeze of ocean air kissed your nostrils. You took towards the beach, sandals flying off as your skin kissed the sand.
The night air ran through your hair as you stood in front of the ocean waves, crashed sending goosebumps against your skin as you lift your phone. Seeing the notifications on the screen for only a second as you quickly open snapchat to take a video.
The moon was dancing behind the ocean line, waves rushing towards your colorless toenails. It was warm…
You posted it to your story and sat on the sand below, wet toes digging into the dry sand as tears roll down your cheeks.
You were looking at your snap chats that have yet to be opened since you’ve logged out after the party.
He sent you many selfies, all to end with this one. Him looking tired in the mirror, pout on his lips. Chats filled with, 'please talk to me.’ to 'im sorry.’
Tears rolled down your cheeks not because of how much he hurt you but from how much you wanted to forgive him. You wanted to talk to him again. To have him near you again…
You shook your head at the thoughts of going back to jungkook. you didn’t need to be hurt anymore. You scrolled on your contact list as you sat by the waves, screen lighting your face against the darkness of the ocean.
The phone rang for a few seconds before it picked up.
Group: BTS Member: Jeon Jungkook Type: Smut Word Count: 2.457
When you dance, your purpose is not to get to a certain place on the floor. It’s to enjoy each step along the way.
When you shut everything else out and all you can hear is your feet moving along to the beat of the music, in that moment you’re weightless. I was tapping to the beat of the music blasting through the speakers, twirling from one corner of the living room to another. My eyes were squeezed shut as the wind blew through my locks. I felt happy as if in that moment, all my worries were lifted off my shoulders and all that mattered was my dancing. Because of everything happening in life, I almost forgot the things the art of dancing can make you forget about it, at least as long as the music lasted. “As long as the music continues to play on in your heart, you’ll never stop dancing.” Jungkook once said these words to me when I once again made myself believe that there was no reason to continue dancing when it was not bringing me anywhere. I believed I was a fool for thinking that I will ever be dancing for anyone but myself. But when this song came on the radio, it was almost like it casted a spell on me and my body was moving along before my head could follow. Now I was moving my body swiftly. One step back, one step forth and then a twirl, my skirt spinning in the air. Everything around me ceased to exit and I couldn’t stop the smile that spread on my lips the more I moved around. I giggled and wheezed as my movements became unsteady and I slowly started tumbling, feeling lightheaded from the twirling. I stopped in my step to gain back my consciousness as I could feel arms wrapping around my waist. I jumped slightly since I didn’t hear anyone coming into the apartment but quickly realized that only one person had access to a locked apartment. He rested his head on my shoulder and I slightly tilted my head to give him better access to my neck, feeling his cold breath against it. “You could’ve warned me.” I mumbled, my chest tightening slightly when I wondered how long he’s been there. He planted a passionate kiss on the soft spot on my neck and smiled, “I thought I was being loud enough. It must have been overtaken by the loud music.” Jungkook drew small circles over my dress and I dropped my head to hide my cheeks burning with fire. As if he could sense my embarrassment, Jungkook spun me around quickly to face me, his hands resting on my hips. My eyes shot up and my gaze met his, unconsciously I bit down on my lower lip the longer I stared at the lean man smiling at me smugly. His right hand moved up to mine and he intertwined his fingers with mine. They fit perfectly, like they were meant to be there. He left his other on my hip, his thumb caressing my side and he smirked at me, sexily. “Can I have this dance?” he asked, drawing me in closer. His mouth was only a hairs breadth away from mine and I could feel his minty breath on my ice cold lips. I simply nodded at his question, mesmerized by the look on his face and slowly made a step backwards. He quickly followed suit, never once leaving a distance between our bodies. I smiled up at him as our bodies slowly moved in-sync. And then he gave me a smile that just seemed so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushed through me. He never left my mind, he was always there; mentally if not physically. It was just incomprehensible. He was my one stable force, my one stability in a world filled with chaos and my sweet escape. I loved him so much for that. I was in love with him and I can’t believe all it took was one dance for me to realize that. It didn’t take long for Jungkook to take the lead and it didn’t take long for me to dance like his reflection. Whenever he took a step backwards, I took a step forward, spun around so swiftly and giggled until I was short on breath. He gently tipped me over and caught me before my body hit the floor. He kept me in his arms and stared down at me, our breaths forming a beautiful harmony. His dark brown eyes glistened and in that moment, everything made perfect sense. In that moment, only we existed. I slowly felt intimidated by his intense stare and the knot in my stomach tightened as the desire to be close to him grew stronger. “How come I’m giving the lead dancer a private dance lesson?” I asked, my voice coming out quieter than intended. Jungkook giggled at my words and suddenly he pulled me up to him, staring at me so deeply that I swore I saw the entire galaxy in his eyes. “Even the best could use a little bit of practice.” he answered simply, his eyes wandering back and forth between my lips and shaking eyes. “Maybe that’s the reason why even Jin gets more screen time than you.” I answered teasingly, hitting his side playfully. He immediately let go off my body, making me stumble backwards and furrowed his eyebrows, squeezing his chest, “Ouch.” I stuck my tongue out at him before walking past him to get a glass of water from the kitchen. I heard footsteps inching closer but tried not to pay it much attention to ignore the desire in me. I rolled my eyes at his dirty clothes spread out on the floor. “Clean up after yourself, Jungkook.” I yelled, opening the dishwasher to get a clean glass. Before I could open it fully, Jungkook slammed it back shut from behind me and moved my hair away from my neck, licking up a stripe and sending shivers down my spine. “Seeing you move around so passionately made me never want to leave you again.” He breathed into my neck and I moaned in response. “You’re absolutely wonderful Y/N.” he then whispered and before I could respond he turned me around to him and tapped my leg for me to jump up. I did as ordered, wrapping my legs around his waist. He stared down at my lips, asking for permission to enter and I leaned in, lips crashing into each other.
His tongue licked along my lower lip, asking for entrance. As I happily obey, his tongue swiftly entered my mouth, exploring every inch of my entrance. I place my hand on his cheek, being confused on what to do with them. I feel him smiling into the kiss and take my hand into his to place it on his chest. He broke away from the kiss, already leaving me feeling breathless and cupped my face, locking eyes with me once again. “Let me see you move some more kitten.” He whispered huskily, your name rolling off his tongue so swiftly. My arousal made it hard for me to form proper words so I just shook my head in approval.
He pushed the door open with my back, never once breaking the kiss and gently laid me down on the white duvet on our shared bed. His tongue was battling mine for dominance, which he won with ease. His hands moved underneath my white blouse and fumbled with my clothed breast while the other swiftly moved down my back and squeezed my butt cheek teasingly. He released my lips and sucked my lower one between his teeth and sucked on it harshly before stepping off the bed.
Instead of taking his pants off, Jungkook stalked towards me, his eyes narrowing as he bit down on his lower lip. A silent moan escaped my lips by the sight in front of me, my core dripping with anticipation to finally be touched. He lifted his shirt over his head and threw it off to the side, exposing his muscular frame to me. I thought that after all these years we’ve been together, I would’ve gotten used to it but it never failed to knock the wind out of me. He pressed his lips to my forehead tenderly and took a deep breath, his eyes closed.
But he groaned and lifted my hands over my head, pinning them against the bedframe. He bend his head and leaned down.
His teeth caught the top button of my shirt and gently tug it free of its buttonhole. My shirt gasped open, exposing the lacy material of my bra. His teeth work their way down and I suck in my stomach as he dipped his tongue into my belly button.
“Nice underwear.” He admitted and looked up at me, smirking.
I laid my head back against the bedframe and my hands were still pinned above, although he moves one hand closer to the other and takes my wrists in one of his palms. He dips the forefinger of his free hand into the cup of my bra and tugs it down, my breast suddenly free and pushed high with the help of my bra cup gathered beneath it. My nipple bends in the cold air and he licks his lips. He remains still for a moment, not long enough for me to wonder if I made a mistake. “But you’re even more wonderful without it, kitten.” Jungkook steadied himself above me, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, tiny drops of sweat falling from his lips. It made him look even more magnificent. And it was taking my breath. He lowered his cherry red lips to my right nipple and placed a gentle kiss on top while the other messaged my left breast, giving both equal attention. I moaned under his touch and squeezed his hand over my breast. Jungkook lowered his body down, grinding his restrained dick against the thin material over my aching core, making me feel his neediness. “Please Jungkook…no more teasing.” I was able to mouth between heavy breathing. Jungkook tugged a loose strain of hair behind my ear and met my gaze. “You want me right?” he asked, his eyebrows drawing together.
“Yes…” I answered. Jungkook slide a finger between my lips underneath my panties and I breathed out a hiss. But he pulled his hand from my undies before he could stroke across my clit again. His lips touched the back of my knee and I grew lightheaded at the sensation of his touch.
It’s been too long.
He spun me around and he kneeled down in front of my entrance. I hissed when I felt his cold breath on my aching core. He licked a stripe up my folds, collecting my juices on his tongue. He split my folds apart with his fingers and licked up a stripe. His thumb moved to my clit and started messaging it in-synch with his kitten-like licks. He slowly slid a finger into me, slowly pushing it further into me. I moaned out at the feeling and squeezed my eyes shut at the stimulation. He started moving his finger into me faster and angled it upwards to hit the right spot. My moans became unsteady and I buckled up my hips to add more friction but suddenly, he pulls out of me again, making me moan at the loss of friction. He gave my lips a quick peck, almost biting my lower lip before leading his pulsing shaft towards my entrance. He placed his tip in front of me, locking eyes with you before pushing into me at once. I whined at the feeling, his cock fitting me so perfectly like it’s meant to be there. Once he’s given me time to adjust, he started to move his hips in a perfect rhythm, hitting just the right spot. I moaned under him, the feeling sending electric jolts through my body. Involuntarily I started moaning out his name the faster he began thrusting into me. My fingernails dug into the soft duvet underneath me and I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to focus on my heartbeat. Jungkook dug his fingernails into my thighs, making me arch my back in pain. He looked down at my sweating body, smirking at the sight in front of him. I instantly looked up when I could hear the sweet moans that were escaping Jungkook’s thin lips and saw him throwing his head back in pleasure.
“Just like that babygirl.” He whimpered, lifting your leg over your shoulder to ankle up better. His sweaty thighs slapped against mine, adding to the beautiful harmony of our heavy breaths. I felt the knot in my stomach tightening as my orgasm rippled through my entire body, making me arch my back in pleasure. My moans filled the room. His eyes lock with mine as he pulled out of me. He didn’t give me time to catch my breath and got off the bed, aliening his shaft with my mouth. He slid his dick along my lips, spreading his pre-cum before gently sliding into my mouth. A silent ‘fuck’ escaped his lips as I began to move my tongue around his tip, humming around his shaft. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my face up to get more of him into my mouth. I began moving my head up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm. I released it from my mouth, my fingers playing with the tip, spreading the precum over the head and using it to lubricate my hand as I slowly stroked him up and down. Jungkook brushed my hair away from my face so he could watch as his length slid through my lips and down the back of my throat. In and out, I expertly pleasured him. He parted my lips with his fingers slightly and slid his length between them. He squeezed his eyes shut and gasped as I could taste the familiar salty taste invading my mouth.
“Shit.” he mumbled as I stuck out my tongue and licked him clean.
He pulled away from me before offering me his hand and pulling me to my feet. He cupped my face and placed a loving peck on my forehead, making me giggle at his affection.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He suggested before leaving to let me in a hot bath. I felt my eyelids getting heavy as the sound of water spraying was the only visible sound
Jungkook was meant to be just a guilty pleasure. Notyour guilty pleasure, but a guilty pleasure. You knew never to fall in love with a man that thought loyalty was showing up on time. He was everything you never needed, but here you were. Your fingers pressed on the trigger that would start the flame of pain.
>>Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | fuckboy!jk x witch!reader
>>Word Count:7.5k
>>Genre: Mini Series / Smut & Angst
>>Warnings/Kinks: Arguments, breast play, creampie, cum play, disloyalty, degrading, exhibitionism, fingering, hair pulling, marking, oral (receiving), praise, unprotected sex, and witchcraft
Jungkook was too beautiful for his own good.
From his pouty lips and sharp jaw line to his starry eyes. The man was perfection.
Even you had fallen for him, a woman that stopped believing in love.
But, all you could do now was remember the times you had together as the fire slowly burns in front of you.
As your love for Jeon Jungkook disappeared into nothingness.
Your fingers typed away at the keyboard, writing the second of three essays you had due. It was nearing the end of the semester and, while you were ecstatic at the mere thought of summer vacation, the stress of exams was looming over you.
“Can you look over this paragraph for me?”, you peeked up over your laptop and nodded, moving your own device out of the way to make room for Namjoon’s. Kim Namjoon was a journalist in the making, a man that knew exactly how to put events into words. He was quite different from you, but study sessions together were always eventful. You were the perfect person to correct his grammar mistakes or to help add detail to his work and he was the perfect person to help explain a certain historical detail you may have missed.
Studying religions was what you had decided was your interest considering your uniquepractice. You enjoyed learning about the beliefs of people centuries ago but the facts could get scrambled in your brain and that’s where Namjoon came in. He almost seemed to have a never ending timeline in his brain.
“I’d add more emphasize on Jungkook. He did beat the record after all”, you quickly realized when you read the paragraph that he was writing for the school paper again. Despite your attempts to persuade the man that he could do much better with his time, he continued to write for it.
“That’s true. Wait, how did you know about that?”, you let out an amicable chuckle. Of course Namjoon would assume you did not know. Just because you despised sports did not mean you were deaf. The whole school had been talking about the student since the track meet. While you couldn’t remember the exact record he beat, it was still a record.
“People talk”, you shrugged and Namjoon nodded. It was peaceful for a moment as you went back to typing, managing to push aside your emerging migraine. Your body was begging for a good nap, but you had to get this done. You were, among less appealing qualities, a hard worker. Perhaps it was due to the pressure put on you as a child or maybe it was because that diploma was just out of reach. Either way, nothing was going to get in the way of your future.
And, like the biggest fuck you from the universe, Jeon Jungkook walks in.
Yet, you hadn’t realized and kept typing until Namjoon cursed loudly, drawing you out of your world.
“Are you okay?”, your voice was soft before your eyes met the issue. Oh, poor clumsy Namjoon.
He had spilt his coffee all over his shirt, staining the freshly new white blouse he had worn. You couldn’t help but laugh as you dug in your bag for a napkin.
“Don’t bother, it’s too much for a napkin. I’ll go to the restroom. Be right back”, you gave him a brief nod and a thumbs up. Still, you got up with your little pack of napkins and tried to clean up the remaining coffee staining into the table. The librarian is sure to kill you both if it does end up staining the wood. Standing back to examine your work, you almost screamed.
Standing by your laptop was a tall figure with the most sinister smirk you’ve ever seen.
Jeon fucking Jungkook spilt your coffee all over your notes and laptop.
Your mouth hung open for a moment before fury overtook the shock. You stomped up to the broadly built man and yes you didn’t believe in violence as a solution but all you wanted to do was slap the smirk right off his gorgeous face.
“Why did you do that?”, you also wanted to yell but the librarian was already eyeing the table and you couldn’t draw attention to the mess.
“Because I like to watch you suffer, sourpuss”,how have you not killed the man in front of you? You had no idea. Because that name infuriatedyou.
You knew it was the student’s way of messing with you, wanting to strike that minuscule nerve inside of you. No one else believed you could get angry but Jungkook knew you could. Mostly because he had caused that anger.
“And why is that? Because Jimin told you another lie about me?”, Jeon Jungkook was so impossibly similar to Park Jimin that it was uncanny who he had learned his traits from. Truth be told, you had the smallest crush on the man in front of you during freshmen year. He was so affectionate, caring, and friendly back then.
But, instead of ending up with the sweet heartthrob, you had ended up with Jimin for that year and the next.
Starting out, he was simply a popular boy and loved you with his whole heart. But, time went by and his true colors shun through like the sunlight through your irritatingly useless blinds. He was a playboy. An awfully good one at that for you to have never noticed the extra pairs of undergarments that laid on his floor when you slept over at his dorm.
He cheated, but he blamed it all on you and even Jeon Jungkook hates your guts because you were sure Jimin had told him exactly what he had told most of your friends. That you had broken his heart with your “horrifying” witchcraft and that you were dangerous. It explained why so many students asked to see your devil shrine the next day or tried to barge into your dorm to look at what Jimin talked about.
The most ironic thing was that you had never used magick around the man and you barely used it to begin with. You supposed it was for good reason considering that happened the first time you told someone about it.
“Jimin doesn’t lie. He’s never lied to me and I’m sure you’re well aware of what you did”, his finger jabbed harshly above your breast, just slightly lower than your collarbone. Among many things, Jungkook was dense and forgetful. You noticed that quickly when you started spotted reminders written on his fingers or palm. Just like the little note saying “library 7pm” was written on the finger jabbing you.
Unless the track star had another reason to be in the library he never visited, he wrote that down just to catch you in time.
“Tell me, Jeon. What did I do?”, you tilted your head and moved away from him, realizing the coffee was now leaking onto the floor. You desperately wished Namjoon would hurry up and get back to help you.
“You broke his heart. Using magick or something”, you bit your lips in annoyance and turned around to face him.
“Or something? Jungkook, I never did anything to Jimin. I know you won’t believe it because you look up to him like some god, but he cheated on me.He broke myheart”, you jabbed back, hitting the same spot he hit you, “and, if you haven’t noticed, Jimin doesn’t seem heartbroken, does he?”. If he dared to say yes you may have to use that horrifying magick Jimin lied about because your ex was anything but heartbroken. He was with a new woman almost every night and, even with this knowledge, they lined up to be with him. Who could deny the charming Park Jimin?
Finally, Jungkook shook his head, his curly black hair bouncing as he did the movement. If he wasn’t such a nuisance, you might’ve wished you could run your fingers through it. It looked so fluffy.
“Then, leave me alone. It’s been yearsof your torment and I’m tired of it”, you sighed and slung your bag over your shoulder after shoving your slightly wet laptop into it, walking out of the library after sending a text to Namjoon that you had felt bad because no one really knew about your fights with Jungkook and Namjoon would surely try to beat his ass if he found out about it.
Leaving the coffee on the table was a bold move but a part of you hoped that the asshole would clean it up. It was hismess after all. Not your’s.
“You’re coming to the track meet, right?”, the voice startled you and you sat up on your bed, making direct eye contact with Kim Taehyung. The only guy with a key to your dorm.
“Tae, I love you but you know I do not do sports”, you grumbled and flopped back onto your bed. Your classes had you beat and the need for a nap was too great to give up. Even if it was for your best friend.
“I know but it would mean so much if you were there”, don’t do it. Don’t do it.
You did it.
You made direct eye contact with those big puppy eyes Taehyung always used to get his way. You had fallen victim once again.
Which was why you had ended up in the cold, shivering as you watched the team run around the track for what felt like an eternity.
Taehyung had done great considering he barely moved before the season but who really stood out was Jungkook. His back muscles were only moments away from ripping through the flimsy shirt he was wearing and sweat was coating his hair. He was aware of how good he looked. He always was. He even was ballsy enough to wink at one of the girls screaming his name in the crowd.
Thankfully, the pleasant bliss that was drinking kept your mind off how irritated you were. You had snuck in a beer to drink (not that everyone else didn’t) and the alcohol loosened you up a bit.
After the meet was over, a sweaty Taehyung was clinging to you like a massive koala. He was high off adrenaline and couldn’t decide whether he wanted to cuddle or jump around.
“Tae, take this before you pass out on top of me”, you handed him a water and he gratefully took it, still leaning against you as he chugged down the drink.
Taehyung and you were polar opposites. He was an athlete, quite dorky, a great singer, and was overly optimistic. You, on the other hand, liked to keep to yourself, was not the best of singers, and always stuck to the reality of things. Even if you could manipulate that reality the tiniest bit.
“Let’s get you home”, you let the man lean his weight on you tiredly as you started to walk towards the exit of the field.
“Sourpuss, I need to talk to you”, that voice was definitely not the one you needed to hear when you were this tired and already agitated. What does a girl have to do to spend time in her bed?
“I’m a little busy if you haven’t realized”, you gestured to Taehyung, who was breathing directly on your neck and nuzzling his nose against the skin. It wasn’t an odd gesture considering your close friendship but his face was so cold it send goosebumps down your spine.
“I’ll help”, Jungkook offered, quickly coming to your rescue by crouching down and getting Tae on his back. The man grumbled but was happy to take the ride considering it was less soreness for his legs to endure the next day.
TheJeon Jungkook helping? What a trip.
“What do you want?”, you winced at how rude it sounded. Sure, Jungkook most definitely deserves said rudeness, but he was helping you.
“I’m sorry”, you legitimately thought you were hearing things and turned your head to look at him, stopping in your tracks.
“Can you say that again? I don’t think I heard you correctly”, the athlete groaned before turning to look at you, frustration evident on his face.
“I’msorry.You were right about Jimin. He’s been talking shit behind my back for months and I had no idea”, if it wasn’t for your “told you so” attitude, you would’ve felt sorry for him. Jimin was one of his closest friends after all.
“Hate to say I told you so but”, he glared at you to shut up and you quickly did. His glare was so cold that a shiver went up your spine.
“Sorry, it was a joke. Jimin is really manipulative so don’t let him bring you down”, you reassured him, even bringing your hand up to pat his shoulder. By the way he flinched away, you would’ve assumed your hand was made of lava.
Noted. Jungkook hates being touched.
“I assumed so much about you and that was immature of me”, the man smiled softly at you. It felt like arrows pierced your heart. He had such a cute smile for an asshole. Like a bunny.
“It’s fine. Lots of people assume things about me”, you shrugged as you both started walking again, Taehyung looking down at you to make sure you’re okay. He was like your protective older brother and you couldn’t be more thankful to have him around.
“But they shouldn’t. So what if you follow a different religion? It doesn’t mean you’re evil”, that was probably the first time someone agreed with your practices besides Taehyung and Namjoon (mostly because he understood it better than others).
“Thank you for saying that. It means a lot”, you finally smiled back at him, sending his heart right into his chest as his heartbeat picked up. Needless to say, he adored your smile.
“I hate to ask this of you but could you tutor me on Epidemiology? I regret ever taking it and I’ll pay you”, you were wide-eyed with shock to say the least. You didn’t expect Jungkook to go out of his way to learn. Especially, notwith you.
“Sure, you can join Namjoon and I in the morning”, you nodded before you saw the way Jungkook’s nose crinkled up in displeasure.
“What? What’s wrong with that?”, he sighed in response to the question as you both reached your dorm building. You’d just let Tae stay with you for the night.
“Namjoon hates my guts. We’re way too different. Besides, aren’t you two dating? I don’t want to be some third wheel”, Jungkook almost sounded disgusted at the idea, probably imagining you making out with Namjoon in front of him.
“I’m not dating him. He’s just the only other intelligent male I can tolerate”, he seemed to relax once you finished speaking but there was still tenseness evident in his shoulders which wasn’t due to the large man on his back.
“I still don’t get along with him despite the fact that he writes about me all the time. He once yelled at me for cheating and wrote an article about it”, that was a slap right to your face. Right, Jungkook was a player and he could throw your feelings aside like one of his cigarettes. Do not get attached.
“Well, don’t cheat”, you said because, let’s be real, it’s the truth. You unlocked the door and helped Taehyung off of his back.
“Bye Koo, thanks again”, your words were quick and you kicked the door closed with your shoe, your hands full thanks to the oversized man child clinging onto you.
Koo.He liked that.
Weeks had ticked by and, somehow, Jungkook had managed to get your number. Honestly, Namjoon probably slipped it out or Taehyung gave it to him. According to Tae, the man had been oddly friendly to him and they were (borderline) friends now. They played video games together, practiced together, and even barged into your place for snacks together.
Great.Now you had two man-children to take care of and feed. It was definitely taking a chunk out of your paycheck each week to get extra snacks for the two. They ate like starving animals whenever they came over. A small part of you even thought it was just to piss you off even more.
Jungkook finally managed to get you to agree for a tutoring session with him. Just one.If this one went well then maybe you would agree to more.
The only sad thing about the session was that it was scheduled to happen right after your last class on Friday in your previous dorm. The dorm you had justfinished cleaning up since the last time the two adult toddlers had destroyed it.
Surprisingly, when you had woken up one morning, Jungkook was still there. You assumed he and Tae were too drunk to get back to their own dorms and had decided to just sleepover at your’s. It was quite annoying if you were to be honest, but the way Koo looked actually interested in your religion was enticing.
He didn’t look scared or disgusted when he looked at your little collection of crystals on your desk or the jar resting on your end table sealed with candle wax. If anything, he actually looked amused or even impressed.
“I’ll pick you up after class. I can’t believe you don’t drive and walk to your dorm every day”, Jungkook shook his head as he walked beside you. Coincidentally, your last classes were next to each other but you were shocked to hear him offer to give you a ride.
“Don’t judge me, Mr. Playboy. I just have a fear of hitting someone. Have you seen the lunatics at this campus? They will run out into traffic for fun”, the man chuckled wholeheartedly at the pout on your lips. Plus, your joke was actually pretty accurate. Even he had almost hit a drunk idiot when trying to get back to his dorm late one night.
“Okay, that’s fair. So, you okay with me driving you?”, you nodded cautiously. While Jungkook was guaranteed to know every path to your dorm by now, you were still guarded. Being in that tight of a space with him was going to be difficult.
No, you don’t get those so-called “butterflies” when you were with him. Honestly, those butterflies were typically a bad sign to you. Feeling sick because you loved someone sounded a bit odd and almost contradictory.
You actually found yourself with more powerful emotions than anything. If Jungkook made you angry, you were angry.If he made you happy, you were happy.
Everything just felt so much stronger when you were around him. Thankfully, he almost always made you happy. He made you laugh because, once he discovered that beautiful sound, he couldn’t get enough.
So, after your class, you met him out in the hall and he walked you to his car. Now you realized how such an undetermined man got into college.
He was filthy rich.
Sitting there in the parking spot was a brand new Mercedes Benz. Its black color almost matched the distinct leather jacket that he decided to wear today. It very much screamedJeon Jungkook.
However, it did not scream you whatsoever. You were almost afraid to get near it.
“Hop in. My grade isn’t getting any lower”, he opened the door for you and you weren’t sure if it was because you were friends, or whatever the fuck you two were, or if it was because he wanted a discount.
That’s not fucking happening. He’s already stolen plenty of money through snacks from your cabinets.
Meekly, you got into the vehicle, immediately buckling your seatbelt as if it was going to hurl itself into motion at any moment. Jungkook shut the door and went around to get into the drivers’ seat. Apparently he trusted his own driving so much that he never wore a seatbelt (Namjoon would’ve had a stroke if he was told that) and he drove with one hand (scratch that- make it two strokes).
Despite those things, he was an actual good driver. You felt safe and he drove the speed limit. Maybe it was just because you were in the car with him?
Getting out of the luxurious leather seats proved to be a hassle considering you knew your seats in your dorm were no where near as comfortable. You could sleep in that passenger seat without a care in the world compared to your own bed. Still, you forced yourself to get out and you two went up to your dorm. Jungkook is way too familiar with the place now considering he barely talks to you. It’s your place and, yet, he comes here for Tae.
“Alright, what unit do you need help on?”, you asked softly as you took the needed supplies out of your bag. You actually already took Epidemiology. It had nothing to do with your major but it was interesting to you. Who wouldn’t want to learn about the science of the world’s biggest killer: disease?
Jungkook simply looked at you, blinking a few times and pressing his tongue into his cheek in that nervous habit you realized he had.
“Oh- for fucks sake, Koo”, you grumbled as you realized how long of a process this was going to be.
It had been monthssince you began tutoring the student and, finally, there was progress.
Standing proudly with his shoulders back was Jeon Jungkook holding a test with a big number ‘92’on it in red ink. Your heart swelled with pride.
“I passed! This was the exam review test so I’ll pass the exam, right?”, you smiled brightly as you looked at his excited eyes. You never thought Jungkook would ever be excited over passing a class but you can’t judge people by their covers, right?
“Yeah! Just keep up with the studying and you got it”, you nodded quickly, looking away from his puppy eyes when you felt happiness engulf you like a fire.
Ironically, you were actually playing with fire. Your hand tugged on the trigger and a flame flickered from the end of your lighter. You brought it down and lit the candle in front of you. To be honest, you were a bit of a goodie two shoes but you did break one rule.
No fire in the dorms.
“Hey, I really wanted to thank you. I’m actually passing all my classes now and it fills like my life has purpose again”, woah, didn’t expect that.
“No problem, Koo. Your life always has purpose. What do you mean?”, you looked up from what you were doing, noticing he was leaning against the frame of your door.
“All I did was party and drink. Sure, I was a good athlete but that can only take you so far”, you nodded in understanding and stood up, walking towards him.
He followed your every move like prey waiting for the predator to attack them.
But, instead of an attack, he was met with a warm, genuine, and, all around, great hug.
“Do you think of me as everyone else does?”, you looked up at him, meeting his starry eyes.
Oh, you hated them because of how much you lovedthem. They held the galaxy within them and you could stare into them for hours if given the chance.
You were many things but, tragically for Jungkook, a liar wasn’t one of them.
“Honestly, I did before. I’ve seen you do some of the things the rumors talk about-“, smoking, cheating, fighting, “but now I know that’s not all you are. There’s more to you, Koo”.
All Jungkook had been able to think about was your words. Sure, he didn’t care about your opinion before but it truly did make him happy to know you thought better of him.
“Jk! Where have you been?”, oh no.
“Jimin? I’ve just been at the gym a lot”, lies.He had been with you a lot.
“Ah, I see. How’s the bet going?”, the shorter man asked, running his fingers through his precisely cut hair. What a born model.
The bet. The bet you had no clue about. The bet Jungkook was too dense to refuse.
“It’s going. She hugged me yesterday”, Jimin scoffed and then chuckled, vastly different sounds that almost made Jungkook double over in fear. Truth be told, he despisedJimin. He despised him because he scared him. The only other man more influential than him was Jimin and that meant Jimin could ruin his reputation in a matter of seconds.
“That’s all? Damn, she really is void of love”, the bet Jimin was referring to was the one he made with the younger at the beginning of the year.
“I bet you can’t make her fall in love with you. She didn’t even love me, Koo! Me! I’m telling you, if you make her fall in love with you then I’ll get you anything you want”.
Time was running out with exams coming up and Jungkook needed to hurry if he was going to win such a bet. But, was it worth it if it meant disappointing you? Jimin may be scary but you made him feel so happy and so proud.
The only time he had seen you disappointed was when Taehyung broke one of your jars, resulting in a mess of coins, herbs, and wax on the floor. That’s the day he decided he neverwanted to be on the receiving end of one of those looks.
“Yeah, she’s guarded which is understandable-“, wait- did Jeon Jungkook just grow some balls? “I’d be void of love too if everyone judged me for something I believed in”. He did.
“Where is that coming from? She deserves it, doesn’t she? Come on, JK. Keep that head in the game!”, Jimin patted his head like he was a child with all A’s on his report card, which, for once, was actually true thanks to you.
What game? You? Were you truly just a game to him?
“Alright, I’ve got this”, damn. Maybe you were.
Most nights you found yourself at the library now. It was the only place that was filled with peace and quiet. Especially on a Friday. Not even the librarian was here.
“Guess who”, hands covered your eyes and you would’ve punched the man behind you if you didn’t immediately recognize his husky voice. It was soothing with just the perfect mix of roughness. You couldn’t help but wonder what it sounded like when he just woke up.
“An asshole who thinks it’s okay to sneak up on women in a deserted place”, you grumbled and Jungkook immediately removed his hands.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”, oh here we go. Argument number two thousand.
“I wasn’t scared. I was just saying that, one, you’re an ass and, two, don’t do that to women”, he nodded in agreement and you thought that was the stopping of an argument. Boy, oh boy, were you wrong.
“I won’t anymore but you’re so weak. I’ve scared you so many times now”, you glared at him. Thanks to months of being by Jungkook’s side, you had become a bit more out of control. The feelings you used to keep caged up were now more out in the open. You cussed more often, even tried drinking (and almost spit it out on him), and your frustration was no longer hidden from the world.
“Jungkook, you are a menace to society and I would like it if you leaved”, it was a pointless threat. You didn’t really mean it. You adored his company but you wouldn’t admit that with a gun to your head.
“Liar, you love me”, shit.Did you? No, don’t ask that. It was just a joke.
Damn you and your overthinking.
“No, I hate you. Shut up”, that was also a useless threat. Jungkook never shut up. He was quite the talker and shutting up was not in his vocabulary.
“No, you hate me. Shut up”, he sat on the table you were previously working on, knowing this would take a while. Your arguments always lasted between thirty minutes to two or three hours. You both hated to back down.
“No, I love you. Shut the fuck up”, wait a second-
“As you wish”, he smirked victoriously and leaned closer, his face so close to your’s that you could smell his musky cologne.
“That was wrong”, you glared at him and he shook his head, “don’t open your mouth aga-“ you were cut off as his lips connected with your’s. He kissed you so intensely that your mind was fogged up, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
Finally, with your brain still hooked on adrenaline, your hands found their way to his cheeks, cupping his well defined face as you kissed back. You could feel him smile into the kiss before he pulled away, leaving a spark traveling down your body. Now, that’s a good feeling.
“Ah, I love when you shut the fuck up”, you were so close to beating him with your bag.
Everything was weird after the kiss. Life wasn’t some fairytale where you both lived happily ever after in some old palace somewhere.
No, you were both actually stuck in that “fuck, what are we?” mess.
Love wasn’t something you could control and that was why you never let it get that far, but, with Jungkook, it felt uncontrollable, spreading like wildfire.
So, you avoided him.
Of course, it wasn’t the most humane or easiest form of dealing with your feelings but it worked.
Well, for a little bit until Koo decided to block you off in the library, cornering you into the back section of the religious books. Oh, how ironic.
“What’s wrong?”, his voice made your knees want to give out. It was early and you assumed he woke up early just to catch you. His attire said that enough from his sweatpants to the tank top hugging his upper body. He obviously just threw something on before he left.
“What are you talking about?”, you tilted your head and tried to act innocent, but, once again, a liar you were not.
“Oh please, you’re obviously pissed off or scared of me or something”, bingo.You were horrified of what you were feeling and, in tune with it, Jungkook.
“I don’t know! Why do you even care? You’re obviously going to pass your exam so what am I needed for anymore?”, you winced at your own words, watching as the man’s usual bright expression turned into a sorrowful one.
“It’s much more than that, y/n”, that was probably one of the first times he had said your name. He usually called you nicknames like princess, sourpuss, or whatever else he came up with depending on his mood.
“Then what is it?”, the stare he gave you made you want to hide further into the corner. It was so predatory that your body was trying to fight its own instincts to run away and avoid the problem. You were always a flight over fight type of girl.
“You”, the one word made your eyebrows furrow, racking your brain for a response or understanding of what he meant. Jungkook shook his head as you watched your face twist in confusion.
“You’re so dense. Why would I kiss you if it wasn’t all for you?”, he leaned closer to you, hand resting on the shelf of the bookcase behind you. You silently thanked the universe that no one else was in there yet.
“Discount?”, it was the first thing you thought of and it caused a low chuckle to rumble out of Jungkook’s chest. He looked up into your eyes and it almost knocked the air out of you.
“Hmm, unless it’s a fuck buddy discount then I don’t think I want it”, he raised an eyebrow cockily and your eyes went wide. Little did Jungkook know that he just complicated your relationship even more.
“And what if I’m okay with making such a discount?”, the student practically groaned at the words, free hand finding its way on your hip, squeezing it. You don’t know where your new found confidence came from but you had gotten rather blunt since hanging out with Jungkook.
“Then I’d say you’re not the person I thought you were”, he hummed, leaning in to whisper in your ear. The way his breath tickled your ear sent sparks through your body.
“Is that what you want? For me to take you here against these books?”, yes you did. Looking around, you were met with many versions of Bible and other holy books of all religions. It was absolutely filthy and wrong to do it there which was why it was perfect.
“Yes, I want that”, your nails dug into the wood behind you, trying to ground your emotions down. It had always been an escape tactic to you.
“How naughty”, now you understood why he had chosen today of all days to corner you. He lovedthe skirt you were wearing and how easily it gave access to everything delicious underneath. Plus, your legs were perfect to him.
His fingers danced along your thighs before he pushed up your skirt, revealing the black lace panties underneath. Oh, you knew what was going to happen today and you definitely knew Jungkook liked his black.
“So pretty. Just for me?”, the question took you off guard, your own questions flooding your brain. Ultimately, after a few moments of silence, you decided he probably had a possession thing. Who didn’t like to feel powerful?
“Just for you, Koo. Fuck, touch me please”, so you decided to feed his little ego, edging him on until he pulled the panties to the side to reveal your glistening pussy.
The dim light of the library truly didn’t do it justice but he couldn’t help himself from finding it to be also perfect. He was in deep shit now.
His long fingers ran down your slit until they reached their destination: your pussy. He rubbed around it before he slowly plunged his middle finger into the wetness, curling against your walls.
Fuck,you always hated that finger but with it inside of you? Maybe you could make an exception.
Your body shook in response to the stimulation since you hadn’t been touched in so long, your hands gripping the wood tighter to keep yourself steady. Jungkook smirked when you clenched around his finger before he added another, stretching you out wonderfully as he scissored you open.
And that was when Jungkook found his favorite sound in the world.
“Jungkook! Oh god”, you moaning his name sounded like music to his ears and he couldn’t get enough. The only thing he hated was how quiet it was since you were still conscious of the library around you. He wanted you to scream it.
“You like that, princess? You want more?”, you obediently nodded, not in the mood to be denied an orgasm (which you were sure Jungkook would do if you didn’t obey). The man chuckled and leaned down, still pumping his fingers steadily as if it took no effort at all. If you had done this yourself then your fingers would have been cramping by now.
Your body jolted when Jungkook’s plump lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly on the nerve as if he was starving. To be fair, he had skipped breakfast.
You feared for the books behind you as your body spasmed, orgasming on the man’s fingers. You took deep breaths once you were finished and watched as Jungkook pulled away, pulling his cum covered fingers out of you.
With prolonged eye contact, he slipped the digits into his mouth and sucked the juices off of them. A new wave of arousal went through you when he tapped your lips with them, making you open your mouth. You gagged briefly when they hit the back of your throat but you sucked on it, licking your way up his middle finger.
“Good girl”, now that was going to haunt you forever. You whined when he pulled his fingers away and he smiled teasingly at you.
“I’m going to need to see these”, your eyes went wide when he gripped the collar of your shirt and ripped it clean down the middle, tossing it aside as if it didn’t cost you a fortune.
“Jeon Jungkook! That was expensive”, you huffed but he paid you no mind, just reaching behind you to remove your bra too so it can join the rest of your clothes.
“What if someone sees? I can’t cover these up quickly, Koo”, you crossed your arms over your chest, looking around cautiously. Jungkook just laughed and pulled your arms away, pinning your wrists above your head so he can press his body against your own.
“Take my shirt off and you can put that over you for the day. It’s fine, sourpuss”, oh you would’ve slapped him if you weren’t so turned on. He let go of your wrists and you quickly removed his shirt for him, revealing a muscular chest you could’ve never imagined.
And he never imagined how beautiful you’d look with your hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric of his white t-shirt. He grabbed them immediately and you failed to see the spark in his eyes as he squished them together.
“That was one of my favorite shirts. What a di-“, you yelped when he pulled your leg up over his shoulder, yanked his pants and boxers down, and pulled your panties aside to rub his angry tip against your folds. Your head rested back as he rubbed against your clit, covering his cock in your juices.
“What a dick indeed”, Jungkook chuckled deeply, arousal blurring his world into nothing but you. The only thing that mattered at that moment was feeling you.
His lips attached to your neck and you were so out of reality that you didn’t realize he was littering the skin with his marks, a silent claim on you as he pushed himself inside of you.
“Oh shit, it’s exactly as I imagined. So tight and warm”, and he was just as you imagined. So very big. You didn’t think anyone else could stretch you out as much as Jeon Jungkook and that thought made you groan.
“You’ve been imagining it?”, it was your turn to smirk and, for the first time ever, the man in front of you blushed.
“Oh please princess. I know you’ve been thinking about it too”, and you had been. Not that you’d ever admit that after he just basically friends with benefits zoned you.
“Just move you asshole”, Jungkook gripped your hair, tugging on the soft strands as he finally kept pushing, bottoming out inside of you perfectly.
His big hands moved to grip your hips, a little help to keep you up as he started to snap his own into your’s. He was mildly uncomfortable at first but, as you adjusted to his size, bliss filled your body.
Finally, you were doing something to make yourself happy and pleased. Maybe Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the best man to do it but he was making you feel so so good.
The man snapped you out of your thoughts as he brought your hand down to your clit. You understood and started to rub it, happy knowing that Jungkook was also looking out for your own pleasure too. Not that you’d know he had been thinking about you creaming on his big cock for months now.
“Keep doing that”, he whispered despite the heavy groan that threatened to come out. He was referring to the uncontrollable clenching you were doing around his dick, sucking him into your walls with each muscle movement. You listened and (despite knowing you were going to keep doing it anyways) clenched once again.
“Can I cum inside?”, you whimpered at the idea of Jungkook’s cum filling you up and, knowing you’re on grade A birth control, you nodded. While Jungkook was effortlessly attractive, kids were not part of your plans by far.
“You close too, princess?”, you nodded, a small moan spilling past your lips despite your best efforts to be quiet. With that knowledge, the man orgasmed and you could feel his seed start to coat your insides. The feeling made you tumble over into your own orgasm, coating his softening cock with your release.
“I think that’s the best sex I’ll ever have”, you praised him as you tried to put your cramping leg down off his shoulder. Instead, he held it tighter and pulled himself out of you. He watched as his cum started the spill out of you, dripping down your thighs beautifully.
So, he’s a man who likes to admire his work.
You almost screamed when he pushed it back inside of you with his finger due to the sensitivity.
“See you later, sourpuss”, Jungkook smirked and put your panties back to their original position before he pulled his own boxers and pants back up. He walked off and you were left gobsmacked with his cum dripping out of you onto your panties.
As the weeks passed by, the world became more vibrant and cheerful but also more chilling and worrisome.
Exams were over and you were free to go wherever you pleased but, somehow, you always found yourself wanting to be with what was supposed to be your secret guilty pleasure. Now, he was your everything. He truly brought color into your world; sadly, color always comes with black and white.
“I won the bet, Jimin. I want what I asked for”, you listened intently from the other aisle of books. The library had become your go to spot to find Jungkook. Surprisingly, the once unmotivated student was more frequently in here because of the sheer relief he got when you stood before him with a proud smile. What a softy.
“Really? She fell for you? Damn, you still got it. I can’t believe you asked for thisthough”, the disgust in your ex’s voice was evident and you so desperately wanted to see what he was referring to. You truly thought Koo had stopped being friends with Jimin after he apologized but apparently you were wrong about a lot of things. Most of all, you were wrong to love again.
Feeling your tears start to spill down your cheeks for the first time in years,you forced yourself out of the library. You should’ve seen it coming. What would a playboy want with you? A woman looking for a serious relationship? You’re an idiot and you’ll fix it.
Said playboy must’ve spotted you because you could hear his heavy footsteps behind you as you rushed out of the library, hurrying into a run with the safety of your dorm in mind. It was time to endthis.
So, here you were. Remembering everything from the past few months as the candles in front of you burned, getting so desperately close to the string connecting them. You had carved an evident ‘JK’ on one and your initials on the other, bonding them to the people who needed to be apart from one another.
Watching his candle, you noticed the wax dripping down the long wick and you knew they were tears. You knew because of the loud banging coming from your dorm door, the man on the other side screaming and sobbing for you to let him explain.
Your candle, however, burned strongly with vengeance. It stood so tall compared to Jungkook’s and, as the fire finally burned through the string tying you both together, you felt free. It was like Jeon Jungkook had never affected you before and his name slowly slipped from your mind.
Eventually, the banging stopped as the candles reached their ends and the fire flickered out under your gaze. You felt so blissfully numb as you walked towards the door, opening it to reveal a confused Jungkook looking up at you.
“What did you do? It’s like-“, you cut him off with your hand, pulling him up rather roughly.
“You never knew me. That’s how I want it, Jeon Jungkook. You never knew me and I never knew you. Now, get your prize and leave me alone”, you slammed the door in his face. You felt pure relief but Jungkook could still feel a pang of want in his body.
You had failed to notice the little wax left of his candle that stood strong as you dumped it in the trash and he failed to notice that he had left his “prize” outside your door as he rushed off.
A gorgeous rose quartz necklace.
What a way to declare your love to a witch who just cut it all off.
