pairing(s): jungkook x male wiyllt —important: contains m/m pairing and no reader — male OC is male whatifyoulivelikethat aka me, the author ;)
summary: Following a sex advice Twitter somehow got Jeon Jungkook here, at the physical address of useryourowndionysus’s apartment, the one whotaught Jungkook’s girlfriend how to suck dick and taught him how to eat pussy. Exactly what he asked for. No more, no less. So, what if he… asks for more?
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; important! male OC is pansexual and Jungkook is closer to bisexual; smut (m/m pairing, D/s dynamics, (a lot of) begging, praise kink, use of anal plug, handjob, m-receiving oral, hair pulling, dick slapping to the face, m-masturbation, anal sex, hyung kink?); non-idol!BTS - dom!male OC x sub!JK; Jungkook’s POV; fluff and feels; implied yoongi x ♂wiyllt
His long black hair was wet. He must had just gotten out of the shower. Damp strands clung to his left cheekbone, framing the left ear and the double lobe piercing. Two silver hoops. He had an undercut and it was much more obvious since his hair was harshly swept to the left. His skin glowed with product. He was wearing a low neckline, collared black pajama shirt with little red devils on it. They were making various faces, little grins and smirks and some with their long tongues hanging out. He was in boxer briefs. Black. Some kind of slinky fabric that clung to his muscular thighs and his crotch.
The breath caught in his throat as Jeon Jungkook stared.
“Shit, sorry, let me put pants on.”
The door was about to close and Jungkook smacked his palm against the front door of this apartment he had never been at until today, suddenly breathing hard, catching the gaze of those dark, dark eyes and the raised brow, stopping the man who named himself Dionysus on Twitter.
Useryourowndionysus.
“Um… I broke up with my girlfriend.”
The other man blinked at him. “What?” His handsome features furrowed in confusion. “Did I do something? Are you here to try to beat the shit out of me or something?”
Try?
Jungkook blinked back, now confused himself. “T… Try?”
The man frowned, clicking his tongue. “You think I would let you? You are cute, Jungkook, but I’m not going to let you win even if you’re mad at me for, uh, doing exactly what you told me to do.” Now he pursed his lips and scratched his head.
“N-No, ah, no, that’s not why we broke up. It’s, um… um, because…”
Oh shit.
How was Jungkook supposed to say, because we both figured out the reason why we suck at talking to each other about doing stuff is because we’re both subs and we want to be told what to do?
“Can I… can I talk to you?” he mumbled, sucking in a breath. They were nearly the same height. The other man was slightly taller and he wasn’t wearing shoes. Jungkook felt a bit sad about that, but oh well.
“You’re talking to me right now.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes and pouted.
That smirk returned and so did that deep chuckle. “Come on now. You gave me the chance. I have to take it.”
Jungkook chewed on his lip, slightly annoyed.
The head ticked and the wet black locks flicked in the air. Simple. Effortless. The right hand raised and Jungkook now noticed that only the fingers on his left hand had rings, as if he had been in the middle of putting them back on before being interrupted. As per usual, every finger was adorned except the left pinky.
The right, however, was bare.
His lower lip fell from his teeth, fixating on this man’s ring-free hand.
The long fingers raised, curling inward.
“Come in.”
Jungkook didn’t quite know why he was here. Honestly, he was kind of surprised at himself. He remembered showing up at a certain music producer’s studio. A grumpy, half-awake hyung had greeted him at the door, asking him why he couldn’t just text.
“You don’t answer texts, hyung.”
“You don’t either.” Those cat-like eyes had narrowed. Then he sighed. “Okay, what is it?”
“Um, do you, uh… knowyourowndionysus’saddress?”
“Jungkook, is that Korean?”
“His, er, address. Your friend. You know, um…”
“They guy who taught your girlfriend how to suck dick and you how to eat pussy?”
“Erm, ex-girlfriend.”
Slow blinking. “Oh. Sorry.” An awkward pause. “I have it on my phone. I’ll text to you, hm?”
“A… Ah, yeah, okay sure. Thanks, hyung.”
“It’s nothing. Uh… Friday is probably best if you want to swing by. I don’t think he’s doing anyone on Friday.”
“O-Oh…”
“Well, I guess his schedule could change whenever, but I’m pretty sure…” His hyung scratched the back of his head, turning his arm to look at the large, matte black-faced metal watch on his left wrist, keeping his eyes fixated on it. “He gets off work around this time. Remember. Friday.”
And now Jungkook was here, stepping into the apartment. He looked around and was not confronted with a sex dungeon. Not that he thought it would be or anything.
Okay, maybe.
Kind of.
Jungkook certainly did not expect the two-and-a-half-meter tall café-au-lait-colored stuffed bear sitting in the living room.
The front door closed behind him and Jungkook was suddenly acutely aware of the scent radiating from the man, sweet and spicy with a hint of herbal. Almost like… green tea and toasted marshmallow, but with slight sharpness. It contrasted the fresher, cooler scent Jungkook himself usually wore. He turned his head, but the presence backed off, running a hand through his thick black hair, separating the strands. There was undertone to the black, a deep mahogany that caught the light when he turned his head.
“That’s a big bear,” Jungkook blurted, realizing he had been staring too long at the man’s back.
“Mhm, for when your loneliness is just as big.”
A beat of silence.
Then other man turned around, knocking a stray lock from his forehead. “I’m going to go put pants on.”
Wait.
No.
“Um–”
Three things happened at once. Jungkook tried to step forward. A hand shot up and five fingertips planted firmly on his chest, pressing into the thin fabric of his white-turtleneck. Left hand, gleaming silver rings. And.
Jungkook made a very strange noise between a squeak and a moan.
Dark, dark eyes flickered to him, accompanied by a cocked eyebrow.
Silence.
Several seconds this time. Jungkook tried not to turn fifty shades of red.
His ears were failing him.
There was a sharp clicking sound of a tongue in cheek and maintained eye contact. “Shoes off.”
“O… Oh. Yeah. Sure.”
The hand lifted and he could breathe again, hurriedly kicking off his white boots and neatly stacking them beside each other before looking back up to a very amused smirk. Oh, shit. No. Quick. Saysomething.
“You have a lot of stuff.”
Those dark eyes glanced over to the living room, to the bookshelves that held anything and everything except actual books. Jungkook finally found a second to straighten the gray dress shirt that he was wearing over his white turtleneck and smooth the weird cease in the crotch of his gray slacks before standing up to view the living room in its entirety. There was a black couch that the giant bear occupied half of and a black coffee table with a glass top. On top of the coffee table was a stack of coasters, ceramic with cute cats on them. Huge flat-screen television. The gray rug was big and fluffy, with a large white cushy-looking beanbag instead of an armchair. The walls were surprisingly white, but the curtains were dark gray, clearly blackout.
But the wall of bookshelves.
He had never seen so many Pikachu in so many different outfits. Nor had he ever seen so many games stacked so neatly, placed next to the controllers of the respective consoles, most of them special edition. Did one person need to own three Nintendo DSs – wait, no, four, what – and two Nintendo Switches, one with neon red JoyCons and one Animal Crossing special edition mint and sky blue? There was even a special edition Pikachu and Pichu gold-silver GameBoy Color in a display case.
Was this guy a Nintendo ambassador or Pikachu’s number one fan?
“I like having a lot of stuff.”
Jungkook stepped forward, noticing there were small details. The coffee table was black, but if he looked closely, underneath the glass it was hand-carved with stars and planets. It was meticulous and one stolen glance at the man beside him and Jungkook knew he must have craved them himself, that proud smirk being far too obvious. He looked back to the bookshelves and noticed the lined-up CDs, not quite recognizing the bands, but all the covers were dark and gave off a rock-and-roll vibe. There were also little figures from other franchises. He cognized a few – Persona, League of Legends, Legend of Zelda, and a snarky-looking pink bunny that seemed to be holding a cookie that had a face on it.
Weird.
The walls had posters all over them. It was obvious they must have been fan art, but they were all beautiful, from various games and a few Japanese animations, mixed with a few funny ones such as a cartoonish Grim Reaper standing on a beach with a bright yellow inner tube, scythe stuck into the ground beside him and wearing a sunhat over the black hood.
“I kind of… expected you to have a different vibe?” Jungkook murmured, looking around, seeing there actually werea few books that had been hidden behind the massive stuffed bear’s body.
“Heh, if there’s one thing I’m not, Jungkook, it’s predictable.”
He looked up and that smirk was waiting for him. The man shrugged casually, ticking his head further into the apartment, his gaze flickering away.
“People don’t usually come to my place to look at my shit. They all want to be in the bedroom.”
Jungkook noticed the black hair was drying now, turning into a gentle swoop around his head, framing his face. Not quite as angular as himself. There was slight roundness to the cheeks and Jungkook caught the faintest hint of dimples if that smirk was wide enough.
“Anyway, I like cute things, so I buy them.”
Jungkook noticed there was a plush sitting on the beanbag chair. An alpaca with a red scarf. He didn’t notice it at first because it was white like the fur of the beanbag.
“What, you think I’d have whips and chains hanging out in my living room?” the other man laughed, ticking an eyebrow at Jungkook when he turned his head to sneak a glance at his face. Shit. Jungkook looked away again, neck heating. “Of course not. I sit here in my underwear and pass out watching Running Man like everyone else. Speaking of underwear, I’m going to actually get pants now.”
And with that, he began to stride past Jungkook, prompting him to snap out of his daze and stumble behind, following that back with the little devil faces until he yelped, colliding into it when it abruptly stopped. The black hair whipped around.
“Why are you following me?”
“Uh… um… I want to talk to you?” was the best he could offer.
Those dark eyes gave him an inquiring look. It really was strange how dark they were. His voice was low with an edge of warning. “You can’t wait until I go put some pants on?”
“Er…”
He liked this.
Jungkook realized he liked being observed so closely like this.
“N… No?”
Those long fingers came up and scratched his chin. “Honestly, I don’t really care, but you seem very distracted when I don’t have pants on.”
Jungkook opened his mouth but all that came out was a bizarre croak, suddenly realizing his crotch was right against a surprisingly soft and firm ass.
The man named Dionysus on Twitter tucked his tongue in his cheek and turned around again, walking down the hall. Jungkook followed, flustered, nearly tripping on his own feet and catching himself the same time a hand gripped his wrist and dragged him along, pulling him away from the walls. It was only then that Jungkook noticed there were records displayed on them, four clear hooks minimally holding each one so the covers could be fully appreciated.
“Woah…”
The goat from Slipknot’s Iowa looked down at him.
“What’s with you, man? I never took you for a clumsy one.”
Jungkook was suddenly acutely aware that that the hand holding his right wrist was ringless, skin to tattooed skin, knuckles prominent, the back his hand smooth and bare compared to his own tattooed one. Jungkook had a very strange thought all of a sudden.
Does he jack off his right hand like I do?
Their hands were almost touching.
So, that would mean…
He turned his fingers inward and the hand left abruptly, letting go of him. Jungkook had to suppress whatever embarrassing noise was threatening to come out of him and look up, seeing a full-sized bed with slate gray sheets and a rumpled black fleece blanket with white stars and moons printed all over it. Black furniture. Hints of cute things, like a meter-long sleeping Pikachu plush on the dresser and a black plush of a goat-headed devil with black wings. Another television hooked up to a white desktop tower with white peripherals. Jungkook noticed the colognes were lined up on a gunmetal tray, most of them with minimal packaging of clear glass bottles and silver tops.
There was a pair of pajama pants with little red devil faces on them on the edge of the bed. They were snatched by a ringed hand and yanked up rather carelessly, giving Jungkook a good two seconds of staring at a man’s ass and being strangely happy about it. The jersey fabric clung to his legs, outlining the thick thighs. He straightened his shirt over the waistband slung low. Jungkook jerked his head to have a brief glimpse of that v-line.
He was aware he was being very weird considering he had already seen this guy full-on naked but he still wanted to look anyway.
The other male seemed not to notice, running a hand through his hair again and reaching for the ring box at the top of the dresser next to the cologne bottles. It was black velvet. With a start, Jungkook realized it was shaped like a coffin.
“Can I see your rings?”
Those dark eyes shot to him, freezing him in place at the entrance of the bedroom.
Jungkook swallowed so hard he nearly choked.
“Er… please?”
“… Mmm.”
He was handed the coffin-shaped ring box.
Jungkook counted. Eight. He wore eight rings on his right hand? “There’s so many…” They were all silver, with one that had a blue stone surrounded by ram heads. A crow skull sing. One had a skull with a jester’s hat. “Do you have to wear them every day?”
That low snicker beside him neared and so did that spicy-sweet scent. Oh, fuck. His heartbeat accelerated at the closeness.
“I don’t haveto do anything. I wear the rings because I want to. Also, less expensive than hand tattoos that I won’t take care of and will end up fading over time. I like the aspect of being able to change the rings out whenever I want.” He pointed to the ring box. “I only have them in there so the sterling silver doesn’t scratch.” A light shrug. “Your tattoos are nice though. If I wasn’t so indecisive, I would have a lot more tattoos.”
“I like you back one,” Jungkook replied automatically, then realized maybe he shouldn’t have said anything, unsure if he was meant to see it or not. The other male didn’t seem to be bothered by the observation.
“Good, because it’s a part of me forever now.”
Dark orbs trapped him instantly and Jungkook froze, unable to breathe.
“And if you want to see me naked, you might be looking at it, so might as well appreciate it.”
He wasn’t that much taller. They were practically eye to eye. Those mauve lips looked so soft.
The man who named himself Dionysus reached up and placed his hand on the ring box.
Jungkook refused to let go.
A dark eyebrow raised.
“Why did you come here… Jungkook?”
He watched those dark, dark eyes to watch him.
“I…”
Jungkook did not understand this feeling inside him, the feeling where the world was suddenly so, so hot. The plush, mauve lips formed the word slowly and deliberately.
“You.”
Not a question. Low, deep, and full of danger.
A long pause.
Then a heavy, measured sigh.
“Give me my rings, Jungkook.”
He bit his lip. “But…”
Those eyes looked away and narrowed slightly.
“You’re here because you want me to fuck you, but you don’t even have the balls to say it, so give me my rings or quit fucking around,” he growled. “And what do you think I am, easy? I did what you asked as a favor for my good friend who probably gave you my damn address because you have the human equivalent of lost puppy eyes, but don’t stand there and think that shit is going to work on me.” He held his hand out, gesturing in the air sharply.
“Give me my rings. Now.”
Jungkook did not hand them over.
“But you… you kissed me back…”
He winced, sheepishness clouding his features. “Okay, yeah, I did, because you kissed me and you’re hot as hell, but I need to have some restraint, little as it is, and besides,” he added, reaching over and snapping the ring box shut, frowning as Jungkook clung onto it like the one lifesaver left on the sinking ship and they were the only two survivors. “Stop it. You do this and I’m going to hurt your feelings because I’m a jerk and don’t have any, so don’t do this to yourself.”
Jungkook remembered the casual comment when he asked about the big bear in the living room.
Mhm, for when your loneliness is just as big.
“I really want you to fuck me,” Jungkook finally got out.
He didn’t miss a beat. “You and everyone else. Fuck, let go, dude, give me my damn rings.”
“But I’m not everyone else, I–”
The hand with long fingers gave up, throwing both in the air. “You’re what, Jungkook? What? What are you, because if you don’t tell me in two seconds, I’m going to knock you out, I don’t care how cute you are, I fucking swear–”
Jungkook placed the coffin ring box on the dresser and grabbed those slim upper arms, startled to find they were actually quite defined, the muscle underneath his fingertips immediately hard and tense, dark brows furrowing, so close to losing patience, and Jungkook did the only thing he could think to do.
He used all his strength and jerked the other male towards the bed.
He yelped as instantly a pajama covered leg hooked around his and spun them around, shoving him backward and throwing him onto the bed, Jungkook flailing his arms, grabbing the closest thing to him which happened to be the pajama shirt covered with little red devil faces, clutching it desperately. There was guttural growl and the other man locked his shoulders, preventing Jungkook from dragging him down, fabric straining between his tattooed fingers.
He felt his entire body shiver at the glare now pointed at him, seeing the wave of black hair falling and shadowing the left side of that face.
“What are trying to pull here?” the man snarled above him.
Jungkook gasped as a strong hand gripped his right wrist tightly, and yet he refused to let go.
“I swear, if the next words coming out of you are I love you or some dumbassery, I’ll–”
“H… Hyung.”
A muscle above the right eye twitched.
“What?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like the way I want you.”
The harshness in his expression softened. “Hah…?”
Jungkook put himself on his left elbow, relaxing the tension of the soft jersey fabric, his skin on fire, gazing into dark, dark eyes wary of him, wary of what he was about to say, but listening anyway, listening despite the fact Jungkook kept crossing the line. He knew he was; he knew he was being reckless, stupid, foolish, still didn’t even really know if he was into men or not, conditioned all his life to think there was only one option, and now he knew that wasn’t true because there was another man right in front of him and he…
He knew that he could not let this go.
Could not let him go, this man who called himself Dionysus on Twitter.
“I don’t know how to explain it,” Jungkook breathed softly. “I’m not good around people unless I’ve spent a long time with them and been around them a lot. I’m usually fidgety and nervous.”
“You’re fidgety and nervous right now,” the sharp voice cut in, but Jungkook shook his head quickly.
“It’s not the same,” he insisted, squeezing the fabric between his fingers, dragging the neckline lower. The three silver necklaces were missing. He was staring at prominent collarbones and a toned, bare chest. He swallowed quickly, spilling out the words. “I’m not comfortable around strangers. But I want to be around you. I want to be closer to you. But… I don’t know how to do it, so I get nervous…”
“Well, you did see my dick already, so you have a head start.”
Jungkook choked on air and the other man laughed, letting go of his hand.
“Ah, I get it. I figured that was the case. Still,” he said, mirthful tone dropping a little, patting Jungkook’s forearm gently. “Yoongi told me you were straight. Said you’ve only ever dated girls.”
“Erm… well, yeah… If you were a girl, I’d be screwed for sure…”
Those dark, dark eyes narrowed and Jungkook tried to hide his face but his black hair was short now, only brushing over his brows. Shit, why did he get a haircut? He should have left his hair long for moments like this.
“Anyway, I’m not going to be your experiment and you’re one of my friend’s friends, so if I hurt your feelings, Yoongi isn’t going to want to talk to me and I quite like the guy, so, maybe for my sake, stop trying to get into my pants.”
“You’re not an experiment.”
The other man gave him a pained, disbelieving look.
“You’renot,” Jungkook said firmly, tugging at the shirt. His hyung didn’t relent. “It’s you. Doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a woman or any other gender, I want you.”
The expression changed to slight exasperation, thinning his mouth and eyes into lines. “You’re very stubborn,” he sighed.
“Hyung, I swear on my left nut I really, really want you, even if you hurt my feelings and even if you think this is just for fun, I will make sureYoongi-hyung keeps talking to you.”
The other male blinked at him.
“Why not the right nut?”
Jungkook blinked quickly, glancing down at his crotch as if his left nut had protested at being put at risk. “Um… I don’t know, the left one always moves to the back for some reason…”
“Yoongi isn’t going to listen to you.”
His head snapped back up. “Yeah, he will. Hyung can’t scold me. I’m the youngest in our friend group.”
The older man let out another big sigh, rubbing his temples. He seemed to recall that who it was that referred Jungkook to him and convinced him to meet in-person at all.
“There are a lot of people out there. I’m just a guy who has a Twitter and now it’s turned into a sex advice and thirst Twitter when it was supposedto be my personal account for shitposting, memes, and cat photos.”
“You’re really handsome,” Jungkook blurted.
He rolled his eyes. “So what? You’re really handsome. You should know. They all line up and think you actually want to knock them down. Okay, I know I’m a degenerate, but I’m a human being too, and sometimes I–”
He suddenly stopped speaking and leaned down, placing a hand on the bed, making Jungkook squeak and his eyes widen, startled at the sudden closeness.
“You trying to rip my shirt off?” he grunted, trying to pry his fingers out of the fabric.
“W… What were you going to say…?” Jungkook sputtered, but those dark eyes looked away, now using both hands to pluck his fingers from the pajama shirt.
“It doesn’t matter, whatever,” the other man grumbled under his breath. “You wanna fuck, right? Fine. Let’s just do it. I don’t feel like trying to get you to see sense anymore, I’ve already warned you a bunch of times–”
“Hyung, please tell me what you were going to say.”
The hands on his fingers paused. One covered in rings, one bare. He sighed and those dark, dark eyes lifted, making eye contact with him. He didn’t shiver. He didn’t feel his heart race.
What Jungkook saw was sadness.
“I’ve got a long way to go and too much internal shit to work through to expect anyone to stay.”
He let out a tense breath. His hands were warm, encircling Jungkook’s, surrounding them with long fingers.
“Not saying you’re going to, because you won’t, you’re just a horny idiot who can’t think straight, and I…”
He trailed off.
Silence.
“You…?” Jungkook echoed softly.
The man named Dionysus on Twitter and his hyung, sighed heavily.
“I’m pretty sure I’m not going to want to stop fucking you if I start and that’s a disaster zone for both of us if I get into it, so please…”
Oh, how I want you, Jungkook.
He stared into those dark, dark eyes that didn’t quite reflect the words he was saying.
“Spare me.”
Heavy breath, fingertips stroking the back of his hand.
“Please spare me, Jungkook.”
He should. He should let go. He should let go of the man who named himself Dionysus, the man who was obviously walking danger and bad for all hearts and clearly saw other people Jungkook himself didn’t even know and would probably never know.
But he couldn’t.
“I promise you,” Jungkook whispered to those dark eyes. “Wherever you go, I will chase after you.”
An eyebrow raised. “Sounds kind of stalkerish, not gonna lie.”
“Um, wait, that’s not what I meant, er–”
The other male laughed, pressing his forehead to his, long black strands brushing his cheeks, hot exhale on his trembling lips.
“It’s fine. I’ll get over it if you don’t want to see me again after this, Jungkook.”
His lips parted, the scent of sweet and spicy filling his nose, heart racing, gazing into dark orbs that couldn’t look away due to their closeness, so instead the darkness closed, lashes and lids hiding the emotions buried deep within, avoiding him altogether.
“I already know I want to see you all the time,” Jungkook whispered to those mauve lips.
“I told you I was a jerk with no feelings, you horny idiot, weren’t you listening?” that deep voice murmured, squeezing his hand.
“I was,” he replied, “But I don’t believe you.”
Those dark eyes opened and glared.
Jungkook kissed him.
“God, you’re an idiot,” those lips mumbled against his lips, and then they captured his, pushing him down onto the bed, hovering over his body, heat and lust and presence, holding his hand with the right and using the left to brace himself, breathing into his mouth and making him moan helplessly, spreading his legs so those strong thighs could slip between them, nothing but a kiss, nothing but a heated kiss from soft lips, but Jungkook wrenched his hand from the one that held him, grabbing those hips and shoving them down onto him, breath hitching as the solid body collided with his, friction and confusion, not knowing what he was doing but needing it, chasing those mauve lips as the head lifted from his, feeling pressure between his legs, hardness to hardness, causing him to gasp sharply.
“Stop it, Jungkook, fuck, stop…”
He did not want to stop, not now, not ever, whining in his throat, tugging down the waistband of the pajama pants that he never wanted on in the first place, please, please, hyung, please, and the breathless response, stop it, Jungkook, you irresistible lunatic, shiver down his spine every time he heard his name from those lips, grabbing the hem of the pajama shirt and yanking it up, tossing the little devil faces aside to reveal the disheveled long black hair and sighing scowl. Strong hands came up to cup his cheeks and kiss him again, one ringed, one not, hot whispers to his lips, I hate how much I want you, you’re so fucking sexy and you make all these perfectly cute sounds when you’re turned on, fuck, Jungkook, you drive me crazy, making him want to say back, I think about those days all the time, I have those memories of you on replay and I wish it was me, I wish I just asked you to touch me, fuck…
One look into those dark, dark eyes and Jungkook realized he actually had said the words out loud, gulping as he witnessed the mischievously pleased expression.
Yoongi’s words came back to haunt him.
Best suck out there by far.
The excessively hot whisper was an order against his swollen lips.
“Take off your clothes for me.”
His mind went back to that day in the park, seeing that tall frame leaning against the park bench, alone, hands in the pockets of black denim, curtain of black hiding those eyes. His stomach in knots, worried this stranger was going to think he was a freak for asking for something so crazy. The head had lifted, just as Jungkook lifted his body now, dark eyes finding his, and in the past and the present, he felt it then as he felt it now, still distressed but strangely calm, unmistakable energy that welcomed him, those eyes telling him then what those mauve lips were saying right now.
“This is a safe space, just you and me.”
He found himself yanking his shirt and turtleneck out of his pants, pulling them over his head, breathing hard and not from exertion. He hadn’t known how to put the feeling into words back then, but he did now, so he said them.
“My safe space will always be your eyes.”
Those handsome features contorted in mild discomfort, looking away quickly.
“Don’t say that kind of thing so suddenly…”
Jungkook reached up and turned that face back to him, wanting, needing to see that face, bringing those eyes to him, reluctant, capable of refusing him, but didn’t. Those dark eyes still weren’t quite looking at him though.
“Please look at me.”
Jungkook found himself whispering, anxiousness shimmering in his tone.
“You make me feel things whenever you look at me.”
Those dark, dark orbs locked with his.
“Feel what?”
His hand dropped, shiver running through him, reaching for his pants. The other male stood over him, tilting his head, slow smirk forming on his lips, and Jungkook found himself there, there, that feeling he had with no one else, breath caught in his throat, undoing the button of his gray pants, heart racing, watching a wet pink tongue darting over those mauve lips, feeling his cock throb at the sight.
“You want to take it off for me?”
Jungkook found himself nodding eagerly, lips parted, unable to speak.
“You want to show me your body?” the other man drawled, circling him slightly with his turning shoulders, crossing his arms, dark eyes roaming down his body and back up to his face, sending Jungkook’s heart spiraling, spinning and tumbling, erection straining against his underwear as he lowered the zipper, on the verge of moaning.
“Y… Yeah…”
Jungkook found himself staring at this man’s toned chest, defined arms, smirking face, silver earrings and rings, collarbones and cologne, and never, never in his entire life had he ever wished a man to fuck the daylights out of him but, fuck, if this man did not fuck the daylights out of him, he was going to go crazy.
“H… Hyung, please…”
Something shadowy and sensual flared in those eyes. The other man ticked his chin to Jungkook’s hands on the zipper.
“Show me,” that deep voice commanded.
His hands drifted up, tracing the waistband, pushing it down, but the other man nudged his knee, shaking his head.
“No, Jungkook. All of it.”
A whimper teased out of his lips, ears and cheeks heating.
That head lowered, curtain of black hair covering his left eye, purring his name, making him breathless, his lower belly getting hot, hotter, hottest.
“Come on now. Show me.”
Jungkook sank his teeth into his lower lip and hooked his thumbs under the top of his boxer briefs and pushed down, whining in his throat as he freed his cock, blood rushing to his cheeks, unable to hide, but somehow it felt so good, so goodto drag his pants and underwear down and kick them off, taking his socks with them, littering the floor with his clothes, now exposed, so turned on the head of his cock was beading with pre-cum, sticking straight up.
The man’s eyes trailed down, sending shudders through him at the close observation, his hands awkwardly by his thighs, unsure what to do with them, hips quivering.
“You want my mouth on it?”
Jungkook nodded quickly, sending his black hair flying all over his forehead.
“Say it.”
His skin was tingling, on fire, embarrassed, highly aroused, cock twitching at the order.
“Want to hear you say it in that lovely voice of yours, Jungkook.”
He was lost, lost in those dark, dark eyes and seductive mauve lips.
“P… Please… please suck my cock, hyung…” he whispered shakily.
That smirk came back, exposing the tiniest peek of a dimple.
“Good boy.”
The simple praise shot through him like lightning, soft moan leaking from his lips, raising himself to his elbows as the other man lowered himself to his knees, elegant, swift, long fingers sliding up his thighs and making him gasp, dragged forward a little, legs opening wider, eyelids fluttering as those lips kissed up his thigh, nicking his skin, pricks of pain that bled into pleasure, up and up, closer and closer, hot exhale on his balls and a flickering tongue, slipping Jungkook into a haze of ecstasy, honorific slipping from his lips.
“H-Hyung…”
He noticed the pink tinge on the older man’s ears.
“D-Don’t tease, please, hyung…”
The other man paused.
“Jungkook.”
“Y… Yes?”
“What is this?”
Now Jungkook shuddered at the sharpness of the tone, swallowing hard.
“W… What is what…?”
Those dark orbs flickered up to his, narrowing.
Jungkook held his breath.
“You know what.”
And the other man shot between his legs, diving down, sending Jungkook into a hysterical wanton cry as hot breath washed over his skin, tongue pushing the base of the flared anal plug shoved into his ass, licking his scrotum, wet and hot and wild. His mind reeled, whining desperately for more, but the head of black hair lifted once more, glaring at him, Jungkook squeaking as harsh fingertips pressed to the base of the plug and pushed it in, pulled it out a little and pushed it in. Dark, dark eyes narrowing dangerously, daring him to lie.
“Why do you have a butt plug in your ass, Jungkook?” the other male growled.
Oh,fuck, it was so good, his harsh tone and the teasing of his ass, his hips bucking into it, whimpers in his throat, struggling to find words as a hand closed around on his cock, his eyes rolling back, his hard length finally touched and twitching in the other man’s palm.
“Answer me or I stop right now.”
“B-Because I want to get fucked!” Jungkook blurted out, desperate for it to keep going, clutching the sheets and looking down, words tumbling out, forgetting his embarrassment and fear. “Because… Because, hyung, please, I want you to fuck me, please, please, please, I… I took a shower and cleaned and… and put water up there and e-everything…”
A single eyebrow raised.
“You douched?”
Jungkook sputtered. “W… What?”
The grip of his cock didn’t lessen, slowly stroking, the anal plug sliding in and out of his ass steadily. The other male’s voice was calm, gaze attentive and observant, persuading him to communicate.
“You cleaned because you want my dick in your ass that bad?”
Jungkook felt his face burn. “U-Um… y-yes… I thought… I thought you would w-want me to be clean…?”
“Of course, I do. I will only fuck you if you’re clean.”
The grip of his cock tightened a little and Jungkook whimpered.
“You try to put your fingers up there?”
“Um… y… y-yes…” His eyes shifted. “I… It’s t-tight…”
“Yeah? You a virgin there?”
“Um… Uh… y-yeah…”
“You wanna give it to me?”
His gaze went back to those dark, dark eyes. “P… Please, hyung.”
Was it just his imagination or did those eyes seem to get even darker?
“Ugh, you’ll be the death of me, Jungkook.”
His eyes widened as he heard his name in that tone, desire, slight frustration, bordering on needy.
That pink tongue slid out and wrapped around the head of his cock and Jungkook was gone, gone, those plush lips enclosing his stiff length, swallowing his thickness, fuck, he was in heaven, unbreakable heaven, drenched in saliva and warmth and wetness, the expert tongue swirling all over, bobbing up and down the head, pulsing the plug into his ass, and it felt so good, so good, oh, God, it feels so fucking good, a low hum and he was squirming, hips rising, that mouth holding him, taking him deep, all the way to the back of his throat, tongue snaking out and dripping onto his balls, slurping at them, driving Jungkook insane, grinding into it. Faster, oooh, trapping his cock in the pleasurable constriction of wet muscles, tighter, yes, like that, so good like that, sparks up his spine and electrifying his senses, harder, the best, fuck, hyung, you’re the best, clenching the sheets and lost in that punishing mouth, the amused chuckle vibrating his entire length, and he was letting go, moaning obscenely, filling up the whole room with his sound, tongue and saliva and lips taking him, his ass throbbing around the plug deep inside, making him want more, more, want something bigger shoved into him, thinking about the other man using him for his own pleasure, needing it, begging and hoping with his whimpers, parted lips, rolled-back eyes, fucked-out bliss.
The wet warmth pulled off.
“N-No!”
He gasped, hands flying up, clawing the air, following the man as he backed up, falling to his knees on the bedroom floor and half-sobbing, chasing that mouth, those thighs, that body, saliva dripping down his legs, clutching those slinky black boxer briefs, yanking them down.
“Hyung, no, please, please, I’ll do anything, please–”
Jungkook had no idea what he was saying, too desperate for more to think things through, impatient, mouth open, half-hard length in his face, and his tongue shot out, trying to lick it, grazing that taut skin and moaning, fuck, so velvety soft and heavenly, and then fingers wrapped in his short hair, yanking him and a whine from his throat, frozen in place, clutching those toned thighs.
“Stop.”
“Hyung, p-please…”
Looking up, begging, vision blurry and glassy, on his knees for the man with long black hair and mauve lips, his rings pressed against his scalp, ringless right hand loosely at his side.
“Fuck, Jungkook, please stop using the honorific like that,” the other man grunted, tightening his jaw and the grip on his hair. “Use my name or something else, anythingelse…”
So he did it more.
“Hyung…”
A wince and a glare. “You little shit.”
The shiver down his spine was addicting, an erotic thrill at that low dangerous tone. He looked up, lost in his safe space.
“Punish me.”
A slight pause, those shoulders above him tensing.
“Please punish me, hyung.”
Those dark, dark eyes narrowed.
“So needy, aren’t you?”
Panting, nodding, tugging at his own hair, moaning.
Long fingers wrapped around that cock in front of his face, fuck, Jungkook had never thought he would want it so bad, but he did, he wanted this cock in his hands and his holes, staring at the shape, the thickness, the girth, not even fully hard yet, stroked by that right hand – Jungkook had been correct, he didjack off with his right hand – head tilted disapprovingly, black strands curling around that cheekbone and angular jaw.
“Open.”
Jungkook’s jaw dropped on command and he nearly choked at the suddenness of that stiff length being pushed into his lips, rubbing onto his tongue and hitting the back of his throat. If the other man had been fully hard, he surely would have gagged, but he wasn’t. Still, Jungkook had zero experience giving a blowjob, messy and sloppy as those hips thrust into his mouth, gargling slightly, shuddering as the hardness was pulled out, immediately coughing.
“Best you can do?” that deep voice taunted.
“N-No, I–”
The wet cock smacked him in the cheek.
Jungkook gasped, head jerking to the side, stunned, his own saliva dripping down his jaw, raising his head in confusion, only to be slapped in the face with that hard, wet cock again, knocking the air out of him, not because it was a violent or rough hit, on the contrary, it didn’t hurt at all, but he was just so shocked that his own cock sprang to life at him being slapped with a dick, suddenly swelling at the rough contact, shameful moan leaking from his throat, breathing shallow, thin and helpless and insanely turned on.
“M… More, please…” he squeaked, ears burning.
The other man ticked his head.
“You gonna give me a nice, tight mouth to fuck, Jungkook?”
The blood was leaving his head and going right to his dick, that rough voice injecting him with the high of arousal.
“Y… Yes…”
The man named Dionysus gripped his cock and smacked him in the cheek with it again, smearing pre-cum on his skin.
“What was that?” he snarled.
Again, and again, and again, the thick, hard length slapping his cheek, saliva and pre-cum caking on his face, his torso trembling, gasping with every hit, hot velvet skin on his blazing cheeks, so wrong, but so fucking good, dirty and filthy and controlling him, words tumbling out.
“Yes, hyung, Jungkookie will, a-ah… will give you a nice, tight mouth to f-fuck…”
The grip on his hair tightened.
A tight inhale.
Jungkook looked up.
The other man was grinning down at him like the devil.
“Open.”
Jungkook opened his mouth, tongue hanging out.
The hard length plunged into his waiting hole and this time he didn’t choke, wrapping his tongue around it, lips closing, copying what was done to him earlier, tightening around it, shivering as those hips rolled into his face, fuck, was thiswhat it was like? He had only ever received blowjobs, never given them, but there was something powerful about it, his nose buried into that hot skin, the cologne filling his nose, sweet and herbal, toasted marshmallow and green tea, the stiffness sliding in and out, hand in his hair guiding him, fucking his face, not so bad. It wasn’t very deep, not the whole thing, and it was invigorating, unreal, glancing up and seeing lust and triumph in dark orbs, smirk on those mauve lips, satisfied sigh drifting down.
“Pretty good for your first time.”
His cheeks heated. Was it that obvious? Well, it had to be his first time. He had only ever dated or touched women and none of them had a dick or made him suck dick, mostly because he could barely get past vanilla sex.
“Let go.”
Jungkook whined in his throat, clutching those legs, wanting to shake his head but not wanting to let go, pleading with his eyes.
“Let go so I can fuck your tight little ass, Jungkookie.”
He opened his mouth immediately.
The hand on his head relaxed, cock sliding out of his lips, hitting him in the chin. Fingers smoothed his hair, patting his head gently, gliding down, tracing his jaw, lifting it. Dark eyes to his glazed eyes, thumb rubbing against his cheek.
Those dark orbs seemed even darker with the pupils blown out and black lashes shading them.
“Get on the bed.”
Jungkook would have accepted being fucked on the floor and he half-hoped it would have been that, but he obeyed anyway, scrambling onto the bed, hearing the other man move around the room, slipping a little and getting a noseful of the slate-gray sheets, holy shit, musky and sweet and herbal, so sexy he rubbed himself against them, gasping as the sensitive, dripping head of his cock touched the bed, turning into a yelp as a strong hand grabbed his knee and spun him around.
“What are you doing?” the other male snapped sharply.
“N-Nothing…” Jungkook frowned, blinking hard at the items in that ring-covered left hand. “What is the towel for?”
“Your butt plug, obviously. I have to put it somewhere while I’m railing you.”
His cheeks burned hot.
“O… Oh.”
That was the most intelligent response he had to that nonchalant reply.
Jungkook squeaked as his legs were collected and pushed up, suddenly on his back, cheeks flushing as his plugged ass was exposed, not expecting the position, but the other man seemed undeterred, positioning his legs as if he had done this millions of times before. Powerful hands sliding down, gripping his ass cheeks, spreading them like he was an open buffet.
The man named Dionysus on Twitter shifted his eyes to him.
“Unless you don’t want to look at my face?”
Jungkook shook his head quickly, then he switched to nodding, and then jerked awkwardly, all of a sudden confused at what was the correct answer, the need to clarify rising within him, unafraid to say it now.
“This. I want this,” he blurted.
“Mmm. Hold your ass for me.”
“P… Pardon?”
His hyung dropped his hands and straightened his knees, flipping out the small towel and catching the condom inside it. He ticked his chin to Jungkook’s ass.
“Put your hands on your ass and spread it.”
Oh.
Fuck.
He gulped, hands slipping down, cock twitching at the command, fingers sinking into his own flesh, legs bent in the air, chewing on his lip as the other man ripped open the condom, rolling it down his thick, stiff length.
“You don’t,” Jungkook mumbled, shifting his eyes. “You don’t need that. I cleaned and, um, I’m not going to get pregnant… right…?”
A dark eyebrow arched.
“I… jeez, bro, I always use a condom for STIs, it’s not like you bothered to get tested before–”
“I did.”
Silence.
Jungkook felt his cheeks burn, staring into dark, dark orbs. “I did get tested, hyung. I have the results on my phone. I can show you if you want.”
The other man’s cheek twitched. “Dude… how bad did you want to get fucked?”
“Very bad,” he responded automatically.
The other man’s ears tinged pink. “Well, you shouldn’t trust me even if I do test regularly because of my, er, habits–”
“I trust you, hyung.”
A wince and a glare. “Shit, Jungkook, if I wasn’t responsible, you would be so screwed right now.”
He clenched around the anal plug, smirking slyly.
“Please screw me.”
The other male twitched, narrowing his eyes.
“Ugh, you are sobad for me, Jungkook.”
Before Jungkook could respond, he was doubling over in a gasp, long fingers closing in on the plug and pulling it out, sudden loss and emptiness, barely registering it being rolled into the towel before his thigh was gripped by a strong hand, the other guiding that perfect cock, his voice already whining for it, please, please, please, need your cock, please, hyung, the head pressing to his soft, tight ring of muscle, you want this dick to mess you up, don’t you, outlining the outside, teasing him, his words coming out with a half-moan and half-sob.
“Yes,pleeease, I want it – oh, fuck!”
All of a sudden, fullness, his eyes rolling back, a little pain, but nothing unbearable since he had prepared himself for so long already, but this was much bigger, thicker, harder, oh, God, was this what it felt like? Was it really like this, stretched out and used, another man’s body towering over him, clutching his thighs and pushing him into the mattress, witnessing the pleasure blossoming over the face he had desired for so long, masturbating late at night to the mental image of his ex-girlfriend sucking that dick and wishing it was him, drenched with pride that it was him now, his hand winding down, eyelids fluttering as those hips began to move, deep and steady and so, so good, wrapping his tattooed hand around his leaking length, shuddering and groaning at the feeling of something foreign being forced into his ass, so why did it feel so good, why was it so hot and so sexy and so addicting, why did he want more, more, pumping his length and getting it hard, his cries saturated with ecstasy.
“H-Harder, please…”
“Let me jack you off.”
Jungkook let go, moaning, wanton and lustful as that firm grip encased his quivering cock, forceful hips smacking into his ass, holding his own left leg now so he could get fucked and his dick manhandled, gravity making the slaps harder, those long fingers moving up and down, right hand so it was ringless and Jungkook had the brief mental image of cumming on those silver rings and he was losing it, ass filled and pounded, mattress bouncing, his hips moving of their own accord and rising, drunk on the pleasure, use me, hyung, use my ass to get off, fuck, do I feel good hyung, please tell me I feel good, followed by a deep chuckle, roughly thrusting into him and tearing his sanity asunder, endless euphoria in the steady, vicious assault.
“Look at you, so handsome but so wrecked, fuck, I knew I would love your ass… It looked so delicious in those pants, so perky and round, just waiting for me to ruin.”
“Ah, fuck, please, yes, ruin me, ruin me, ruin me, hyung, your cock feels so good, I need it, need you, f-fuck…!”
The praise was messing with his brain, mixing with the pleasure ricocheting all over his skin and his core, pulsing around that stiff length, squeezing it, savoring the hardness that twitched inside him with every deep thrust, boundless elation at the feeling and the knowledge, his own cock throbbing with need, ferociously pumped by that perfect, expert touch, faster, harder. His hands clutched the sheets and his thigh, knuckles turning white, all the sensations amplified when done all at once, his mouth filled with the name of another man, crazy, absolutely insane, Jungkook couldn’t wrap his head around why it felt so, so good, so right, so heavenly, accelerating towards the peak as that rough voice purred to him, cum for me Jungkook, cum all over yourself, let me see how much you want me, his hoarse gasps back, I want you, I want you so fucking bad, more than anyone else in the world, I’ll show you, fuck, hyung, fuck, staring into dark, dark orbs, saying things he didn’t even know he was capable of saying, embarrassed but somehow calm, his safe space in those eyes, that gaze there to catch him so Jungkook was letting go, wailing, throwing his head back and thrusting his hips up, his cock trembling, flinching as his orgasm shot out, thick white strings dripping down the back of that hand and onto his stomach, moaning as he looked down and watched with fascination, long fingers squeezing him, knuckles painted in his cum, then a fierce smack and Jungkook whined as he felt the cock inside him jolt and shudder, satisfied moan in his face.
“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck, you’re so sexy…”
Seeing the man who named himself Dionysus lose control, usually cool and composed, crumbling, flinching groans and shivering hips, jerking cock inside him, long black hair over his left eye, mauve lips parted, panting, eyes closed, and Jungkook had never thought a man was beautiful, but now he did, staring at the older male, the one visible eye opening, half-lidded, shimmering with ecstasy and flickering downward.
He noticed Jungkook looking at him.
He smirked, cocky and arrogant.
Dimple imprinted in his cheek.
Jungkook raised himself and reached up, bringing those lips to his, closing his eyes, sinking deeply into the scent of green tea and toasted marshmallow, clutching the sheets on the bed and wanting to be here for many, many nights to come, in this bed of unbreakable heaven.
-
“I don’t wanna leave.”
“You are not a dog. Get out of here and enjoy the home you are paying rentfor.”
“Woof.”
“Jungkook…”
“Bark.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Bark, bark, bark.”
“Get off me,” the other man grunted, but Jeon Jungkook did not, wrapping himself around the man who named himself Dionysus on Twitter, the large bear on the ground next to the sofa because Jungkook was occupying that space now, in both of them in their underwear watching Running Man.
The doorbell rang.
“Who’s that?” Jungkook quipped, turning his head to look at the door.
“Who do you think?” the older male sighed, getting up.
Jungkook followed like a puppy, frowning as he realized the other man was not getting any clothes, simply walking up to the door in only his black boxer briefs, glancing at the camera feed before yanking the door open.
“You gave me trouble.”
Min Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his short hair dyed a cool-toned pink, wearing a short-sleeved blue dress shirt and dark wash jeans.
“I gave you trouble? Since when is it my fault where you put your dick?”
“H-Hyung…?”
Yoongi’s cheek twitched.
“Ah…”
“Yeah. Ah.”
“Hm. I thought this might happen.”
“Did you now.” Not a question. A statement.
“I still fully intend on fucking you tonight, regardless of his presence.”
And Yoongi stepped into the apartment in his sleek blue oxfords, slamming the front door shut, grabbing the taller man’s head, tangling them in those long black strands, pulling them away from the other male’s face as he growled, dangerous and deep, but Yoongi paid it no mind, tilting his head and kissing that scowling mouth.
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
You shift under the heavy weight that is pressing on you, looking down on your body to find a bare thigh wrapped around your torso. You furrow your eyebrows looking back at the person who’s sleeping abnormally close to you, realizing its Jungkook spooning you.
“Shit!” you immediately jolt up from the bed, throwing the guy’s leg over and watching as he groans in his sleep “SHIT SHIT!” you scramble to grab your clothes, the guy still sound sleep.
Your horror only heightens as you grab your phone and realize its already 9 In the morning and your 15 minutes nap have turned to a whole night of sleep in Jungkook’s bed.
You guide your panties over your thighs before searching for your jeans somewhere in the room, each item of clothing settling around your bare body as you run around like a mad woman. You sigh as you fix your shirt around your chest, watching the guy sleeping soundlessly on his bed, still in dreamland.
You grab your bag and throw it around you shoulder as you turn the doorknob, looking back to check and ensure the guy is sleeping as you quietly leave the room and close the door behind you.
“Hey sugar!”
“HOLY SHIT!” you shriek as you jump on your spot, as you turn around and see Taehyung standing in his shorts and bare chest munching on his toast “You scared me!” you state in a quiet tone
“Did you sleep over?” He wiggles his eyebrows as he stuffs your mouth with another toast he has in the other hand
“Tae, I will personally tape your knees to your dick if you tell anyone about this!” you warn in a quiet tone as you chew the strawberry jam toast
“Your secret is safe with me sugar,” he chuckles as he ruffles your hair “Jeon will pay my confidential fees, so don’t worry.”
“I left you fuel money in the dashboard,” you sigh as you continue to walk down to the hallway “Thanks for last night.” You add quietly as you try to put your shoes on
“You didn’t have to Sugar,” he chuckles as he follows you to the door “Your walk of shame covered it all,” he smirsk in a teasing tone and you throw a glare at him “So how was it last night?”
“Shut up,” you push the guy out of your personal space “See you later!” you turn on your heels and leave the guy behind, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you decide to erase the night’s memories from your mind.
-
You watch as the guy squirts an abnormal amount of maple syrup on his cream covered pancake, chuckling as his almond eyes meets your judgemental look.
“I like my pancake like I like my girls,” he leans closer before murmuring “messy and sloppy!” he winks, laughing out loud as you roll your eyes
“That was one way to ruin pancake for me,” you immediately throw your knife and fork on the table, “I cant believe you claimed your brunch right away.”
“Angel, there is no guarantee for tomorrow,” he shrugs as he stuffs his face with some of his messy mix of pancake and cream “Who knows which one of those Hanguk’s ghouls will claim you next?”
You immediately tense at the guy’s words, remembering you just fucked one Hanguk’s ghouls last night against your best friend and literally everyone’s advice.
“Well we’re even with this,” you say in a quiet tone “we’re leaving last night behind right?”
“Which part exactly?” he asks with a naughty grin “The part where I caught you and Jeon in the same room,” he hesitates as he looks at your cheeks flushing, hand reaching to hold your chin up to ensure you look him in the eye “Or the little hickey he left on your neck last night?”
“SHIT!” you wince as you quickly cover you neck, realizing you completely forgot about the guy’s teeth marks on your neck “I-It’s a rash!”
“Yeah I know,” he chuckles teasingly as he watches you quickly search in your bag for your concealer before turning your front camera and checking your neck “I only noticed it because I’ve given it to a lot of girl before,” he says with a knowing smile “its not too obvious to a unprofessional eye.”
“Good for you to have such professional eyes,” You glare at the guy as you tap your concealer on your neck before checking it on your phone screen
“So, can I claim another brunch?” he asks with a teasing smile “Because just this is not gonna cut it for all the mess you made last night babe.”
“I wanna sue you for blackmailing, Park” you sigh in defeat “fine, you can claim another meal of your choice if that means all of this stays between us.”
“Does the choice of meal include your pussy?” He whispers with a wink
“Park, don’t push you luck!” you warn, rolling your eyes
“How about a breakfast in bed,” he asks with a smirk “Where you sit on my face as soon as I wake up?”
“Of course,” You raise the knife and flash him a sarcastic smile “but it comes with a complimentary bloody merry,” you blink hysterically as you stab your pancake with your knife “after I chop your dick off.”
“Jesus,” he laughs out loud, head falling back “It’s never a dull day with you Angel!”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this, Park!” you continue to cut your pancake with rage when you hear the familiar nickname echo in the restaurant.
“SUGAR!” your eyes snap to the source of the voice, watching Taehyung entering the café and your heart starts beating, panic rushing through your face as you watch Jungkook walking closely behind him “You’re here- “
“Hey TaeTae!” Jimin waves from across you instead “Hey Jeon!” he chuckles in victory as he finally sees the guy
The knife in your hand immediately falls off your hand as you meet Jungkook’s eyes, his doe eyes staring darkly at you, and you feel your blood rushing to your cheeks.
“H-Hey,” you say weakly, averting you gaze from Jungkook to Taehyung “W-what are you doing here?”
“I guess this place is pretty popular,” Taehyung ignores you as he stares right at Jimin “the talks must have reached SNU about this place huh?”
“Not really,” Jimin grins, licking the syrup off his thumb “I was invited,” he smiles watching Jungkook’s face fall “Angel invited me for brunch.”
“Right,” you nod, internally cursing yourself for choosing the most famous brunch café on Hanguk campus “I did!”
“You must be very hungry,” Jungkook speaks up this time, surprising both you and Jimin a he tilts his head cockily “Must have had an intense night huh!” he points out with a knowing smirk
“Y-Yeah, I guess!” you gulp, cheeks flushing as you wish the ground would open and swallow her whole
“Same here,” he chuckles darkly bringing his gaze to Jimin as he pushes his hands in his pocket “I gotta recharge from the intense night I had last night.” He smirks in victory, as he watched Jimin’s smirk fade on his lips
“Must have been a hell of a night,” Jimin raises an eyebrow suspiciously as he looks between him and you before adding “should we order some fruit salad Angel?”
“What-“ you furrow your eyebrows, finding the guy’s question slightly random
“I’m craving pineapples and cranberries,” Jimin murmurs, eyes still fixed on Jungkook and your face falls as you realize where the guy was going with his question
You’re too scared to look at Jungkook but you decide to spare him a glance as he finally speaks up after a long pause.
“Enjoy your fruit salad!” he spits in a sarcastic tone, tongue darting to the corner of his cheek as he turns around and leaves the café, Taehyung calling his name and following after him.
“What the fuck Park?” you ask as you bring your angry eyes to the guy sitting across you
“I know you may have heard this a lot,” He says in a stern tone that catches you off guard “but he doesn’t deserve you angel,” he sighs, eyes shifting in a concerned manner
You stare back at the guy, lips parting to respond but nothing leaving your lips as you realize the words are exactly the reality check you needed at that moment. You lower your gaze, hand reaching for your knife to continue cutting your pancake.
“We’re having the next meal in SNU.” you state making the guy against you laugh quietly, easing the tension between you as you both continue to eat.
-
It’s another night at the training and you’re back at your usual routine, doing a few straps and massages before the game and sorting out the minor injuries from the previous game.
You’ve seen Jungkook entering the training room earlier but decided to play along as he just walked past you without saying anything. Something deep inside you slightly sank at the thought of your short-lived moment with the guy from the night before now being only a long-forgotten memory.
“Hey guys,” Hoseok yells from the changing room, bringing all the attentions to himself “Get together in the seminar room before the training, we have a meeting.”
You furrow your eyebrows at the announcement, trying to search your memory associated with the said meeting. If there is a medical meeting with Dr Kim, the young doctor never fails to notify you in advance, making sure you have time to participate as well.
“Can we just skip it Cap?” Taehyung yells from the other side of the locker room “We’re already pushed for time for the training.”
“No KimTae,” Hoseok shakes his head “Get yourself to the seminar room as soon as possible.” He yells and the guys respond yes in union
You quickly finish up the few straps you’re left with and clean up your treatment desk, making your way to the seminar room. Most of the guys are already settled there and talking amongst themselves, so you just look for a chair at the back but hear Tae calling for you.
“Here Sugar,” he waves and taps the empty chair beside him which happens to be between him and Jungkook
“T-Thanks,” you nod, secretly hating the guy for being overly helpful as you settle beside him and Jungkook, bringing your eyes to the latter “Hey, Jeon!” you say, trying to sound neutral
“Hey!” he nods with an hollow tone and you decide his dry tone is enough to end the conversation
“Did you know about this Sugar?” Taeyung taps your shoulder and you bring your gaze to him
“about what?” you ask in a lost tone
“Yoongi Hyung,” he raises an eyebrow, pointing at the front of the room “He’s here for the meeting.”
Your eyes widen, snapping towards where the guy is pointing at, watching the guy talking casually with Hoseok and Dr Kim. The rush of emotions starts to overwhelm your brain, the last time you saw him, and the memories associated with him all carving a fresh wound in your heart.
“Shall we start?” He speaks up in his usual quiet but stern tone “You guys must be dying to get back on the field!” he chuckles, eyes curling as he looks around the room
Please don’t see me, please don’t see me, you pray silently as you try to make yourself shorter than everyone else, but not surprisingly the Hanguk’s former captain spots you right away as he glances at the row you’re sitting in and flashes you a knowing smile.
“As you know I’ve started playing for nationals last year,” he explains as he grabs a bunch of brochures and passes them to the front row “They gave me the privilege to come and scout a couple of you for next year,” he explains with a proud smile “If anyone is interested, you can speak to me or Hosoeok and I will keep my eyes on you in the finals.”
You lower your gaze, clenching your fist to control your shaking hand as you go through all seven stages of grief. How could he just stand there, look so handsome as always and act so non-chalant, smiling so brightly into your face when he knows what he’s done before leaving broke you into pieces.
You shut your eyes closed, gathering all the strength in your body to your feet and finally standing up to rush out of the room.
“W-Where are you going?” Jungkook asks, holding your wrist as he looks at you with worried eyes
“I-I forgot something!” you mutter the petty excuse weakly before rushing out of the seminar room and back to your work desk.
The rush of tears rolls down your eyes as soon as you’re back in that room and you press your palm to silent yourself. You don’t want the whole Hanguk’s soccer club knowing you’re still not over the fact that their former captain cheated on you.
“Hey,” you gasp as you hear the familiar voice and before you can react you feel a firm grip around your arm, pulling you around “Are you okay-“ the guy’s words dry on his lips as soon as he sees your tears “What the fuck? What happened?” Jungkook asks in a rushed tone, trying to meet your gaze for an answer
“N-Nothing,” you respond, averting your gaze and quickly wiping your tears “Its an allergy.”
“Don’t lie,” he scolds as he steps closer and stop the harsh touch of your hand on your eyes, replacing it with his slender fingers to wipe your tears “Sshhh,” he murmurs wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest “You don’t need to tell me,”He whispers as he strokes your back soothingly.
“J-Jeon,” you resist, pushing against his chest to distance yourself “Someone might see- “
“I don’t care,” he wraps his other arms around you, holding you still “It’s okay if you want to cry, just cry.” The soft soothing words, along with the soft touch of his hand behind your back is enough to melt you in his embrace and cry your heart out against his chest.
chapter warnings: smut, Unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of asthma symptoms, Jungkook being petty the whole time, Some fluff if you squint hard enough
Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
chapter warnings: smut, Unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of asthma symptoms, Jungkook being petty the whole time, Some fluff if you squint hard enough
Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Your hands reach for the door, hesitating on the air before finally coming to a strong knock. You feel the thumbing of your heart against your chest, waiting for the door to open. The silence of the night reminds you that the guy may be sleeping and rocking up to his door may not have been the best choice. You’re almost turning around to leave when you hear the footsteps and the guy’s muffled voice across the door.
“KIM TAEHYUNG, how many times should I tell you take your key with you-” he yells across the wooden surface, but his voice immediately silences when he finally open the door and he sees you waiting behind it “Y/N!” he calls with a lost tone
“Hey,” you flash a forced smile, waving awkwardly “It’s me!” you watch the guy in his oversized shirt, hair damp and the droplets of moister running down the side of his neck indicating he just came out of the shower
“What are you doing here?” he furrows his eyebrows, stepping forward to look behind you as if he’s looking for someone else “Where is Tae?”
“He’s still at the party,” you explain, arm wrapping around yourself soothingly “I burrowed his car,” you continue before peeking behind him “Can I come in?”
“O-Oh sure,” he nods immediately shifting away from the entrance and letting you in and you can’t help to breath in the musk scent of his body mist which already causes a turmoil in your heart
“Tae said you weren’t feeling well,” you explain as you enter the house, watching as he closes the door behind you “I got a bit worried, especially because of what happened after game.”
“Yeah,” he nods, walking ahead of you as if he’s running away from meeting you gaze “I wasn’t feeling too well.”
You follow the guy to his room, watching him search in his cupboard for his inhaler. He spares a look at you, and you chuckle quietly as you watch him immediately reach for the spacer as if he reads your mind before assembling the device.
He sits down on the bed and tilts his head back, exposing his precipitating neck even more as he presses the device against his lips and takes a deep breath in as he presses the canister. You silently count to ten, watching him closely before his finally distances the device and shoves it back in the nightstand draw.
“Thanks for coming,” he murmurs, eyes still fixed on the carpet and avoiding yours “Its nice knowing you still care.”
“I thought you said I was nosy!” you state with a mocking tone
“I know,” he nods with a flustered tone “It’s just that it’s driving me crazy,” he shakes his head, eyes still glued to the floor “The way you just ignore me when you see me,” he shuts his eyes as he adds “the way you just walk off to someone else’s arms like we’ve had nothing.”
“Someone else?” you repeat in a confused tone
“Park Jimin,” the name rolls off his tongue and you can clearly hear the disdain in his tone “It drives me mad whenever I see you with him.” He confesses, following with a sigh
“Well, it’s not like we’re dating,” you explain nonchalantly “Just like you have the freedom to fuck Yeri, I have the freedom to fuck Jimi- “
“F-Fine,” Jungkook interrupts, bringing his dark eyes to you and you can clearly see the rage in his doe eyes “I hear you,” he sighs “You’re free to fuck anyone, but I just hoped-” he hesitates before standing up and walking closer to you “I just hoped that’s me.”
“J-Jeon,” you look at the guy as he closes the gap between you and cages you against his wall “We talked about this- “
“I’ll show you I’m better than him,” he says, in a frustrated tone “Just give me a chance.”
“Jeon, this is not a competition,” you sigh, arms moving up to hold against his chest “Also you were just about to sleep with Yeri-“
“I didn’t sleep with her,” he interrupts, looking at you with a genuine “I don’t want her,” he says with hooded eyes “I want you.”
“Jungkook-“
“I only want you,” he inches closer, warm breath hitting your lips “I want you so bad it hurts,” he says, voice trembling in need “The way you look at me when you’re worried,” he gulps as if he’s reliving his memories “The way you know everything about my body,” his eyes shift between your eyes and your lips “the way you check my breathing every time,” he sighs as he lowers his head, as if he’s refraining himself from the action that may follow “It just drives me crazy.”
Your eyes widen as the words start to settle in your mind, your already shaken thoughts trembling further as you hear each word echoe in the silence of his room. You stare back at the guy, arms hanging by your side but tickling to pull the guy closer.
“Joon will kill me for this,” you state after a long pause and watch as the guy mouths a quiet what as you reach for his hair, pulling him by the strands closer to press your lips on him.
The guy hesitates for only a second before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. He moves his lips on yours in a paced manner, exploring every corner of your lips as he presses your body to his.
You gasp as you feel the guy lift you off the floor, letting him entrance as he darts his tongue between your lips and walk back towards his bed. Your arms unconsciously hold firmly on his shoulders, the muscles tensing under your touch as he twirls you around before placing you on his bed and hovering over you.
His hand reach down to the hem of your top, rolling it over your chest and up to your neck smoothly before breaking the kiss to shift it off and around your neck. Your hands immediately shift down to his oversized black shirt and copy his action leaving the guy’s chest bare and giving you a good view to his tones abs.
“Like what you see?” He smirks as he catches your eyes in awe of his perfect body, chuckling as you avert your gaze immediately, cheeks flushing
“I’m glad I just worked out,” the guy states as he grabs your hand and rests it on your abdomen, right above his south where he knows you’ve been avoiding looking at “I’m all yours babe,” he murmurs in a deep tone “All of me.”
You jolt as he leans down and presses his lips against your jaw, toying with the soft flesh of and working his way down to your neck to find your sweet spot. You moan as he carves his mark on your neck, sucking and abusing the wounded flesh with his tongue, leaving you a moaning mess under him.
A loud moan slips through your lips as he presses his clothed bulge on your centre, while his lips shift dangerously closer to your breasts. His hands then drift around your back to unclip your bra and release your mounds from the restraint of the cloth.
“Oh God!” you gasp he circles your hard nipples in his warm mouth, while one of his hands massage your other breast as you felt the drips of arousal soaking your panties.
He groans as he feels your wetness through the soft fabric of your jeans, his cock warm and hard, ready to be release from the cage of his sweats.
“Kook I need you,” you demand, pulling the guy’s head from your chest and looking straight into his eyes “Now!”
“Fuck,” he sighs and you can tell your words affected him by the way his cock jerks in his pants against your clothed core “I thought you’d never ask.” He says in a rushed tone before proceeding to peel your jeans off your thighs and throwing them somewhere in his room.
You cant help but notice how his grey sweats tent up as he stares down at your arousal, his eyes dark and hooded as his palm automatically reaches down to toy with your pussy.
“Holy shit,” you moan and writh under his touch as his palm heel circles against your panties right on your clit, feeling the electric jitters all over your body as you continue to soak the fabric “K-Kook, Please.”
“Do you like that?” He smirks, finding your reaction amusing as he continues to tease your clothed pussy, and you buck your hip against his palm to create more friction
“S-Shit,” you sigh, feeling your high approaching “I’m not gonna last long-“
“Go on babe,” he smirks mischievously as he speeds his hand up, reaching up with his other hand to pinch and circle your nipples “Cum for me.”
“God, Oh My God,” you moan as you arch your back, feeling the rush of orgasm nearing as the static tingles all over your body “HOLY FUCK!” you cry, shutting your eyes closed and shaking under his touch as you finally reach your high.
He continues to toy your clit with his hand, riding your orgasm out as you continue to wither and shake from the aftershocks of what just happened, body feeling limp and lethargic as he rides you to overstimulation.
“K-Kook, Please-“ you reach for his hand, parting your lids and eyes teary “It hurts.”
“Does it now?” he asks in a naughty tone and he ceases his movement, before peeling your soaked panties off your pussy, “now you know how I felt when you left with Park Jimin!”
“You’re so petty!” you retort with a scoff , pushing your thighs together to hide your soaked centre
“You don’t even know, baby” he smirks, and you watch as he rolls his sweats off his legs showing off his massive and muscular thighs along with his tented boxers hugging around his cock “I’ll be even pettier when I fuck you harder and better than Park Jimin.”
“W-What-“ you look back at him with a confused look but the guy is too quick, rolling his boxers off and hovering back over you to position himself against your now exposed pussy “Jungkook I cant-FUCK!” you gasp and arch your back as he enters you, not truly realizing how big the guy is before you look down and realize he’s only half way in
“We had the appetizer,” he explains as he bucks his head forward and cautiously, monitoring your reaction as every inch sinks deeper inside you “Now its time for main course isn’t it?”
“K-Kook I just came,” you argue in a breathy sound, your trembling voice and your ridiculously soaked pussy engulfing every inch of him proving otherwise “I don’t think I can-“
“Maybe not with Park Jimin,” he smirks, leaning closer to place a quick peck on your lips as he pushes one last time and fills you up to the brim “But its different with me!” he states and starts to thrust in and out of you in a slow but consistent manner
“Fuck,” you moan as you feel his girth sliding in and out of you, hitting every deep spot you need him to
“You know how much I waited,” Jungkook groans against your skin, bottoming out in you as your tight walls hug around his throbbing cock “How much I wanted to be inside you,” he continues the sinful words against the skin of your neck “I wanted to feel you.”
“P-Please,” you stutter, hip bucking up to meet his pace and create more contact with his “M-More, Please!” you beg and the guy immediately knows what to do, his skilled hips swirling around and quickening his pace
“SHIT,” you wince as every thrust of his cock meets the sweet spot of your cervix, “holy shit,” you groan, chest rising and back arching with each push of his hip bone against your clit
“You like that don’t you?” He smirks, slowing his pace again, swirling his hip bone against your clit purposefully “Look at you all fucked out for me,” he sighs as he watches your lose control as he toys with your clit “You’re gonna cum all over my cock don you?”
“Y-Yes,” you moan, leg curling around his waist to pull him closer “Holy shit, I’m gonna cum again Kook!”
“See?” his breathy chuckles vibrates against your skin as he quickens his pace “I told you I can make you cum again,” he presses his arms against the bed, caging your body with his arms and continues to hit every sweet spot inside your walls with his purposefully quick thrusts “told you I’ll make you cum better than Park Jimin!”
“Shit Shit,” you wince as you feel your orgasm building up again, your pussy clenching hard around the guy, making his hip stutter against yours “I’m not gonna last long-“
“Fuck,” he groans, pressing his palm on the bed and beside your body “Cum for me babe,” he orders, picking up his pace “Make a mess around my cock babe.”
“Oh Fuck,” you sigh, head rolling back and vision blurry as you feel yourself right around the edge “There, There,” you say in a pleading tone “HOLY SHIT!” you body writhes as the waves of pleasure hits you more quickly than you expect and you only make sense of it as you feel Jungkook’s thumb circling on your clit to throw your right off the edge “K-KOOK FUCK!” You gasp, body shaking and writhing under his touch as he rides your orgasm.’
This time however, he is nice enough to cease his thumb toying with your clit but continue to thrust in and out slowly as he watches you come down from your second high.
“Wait for me babe,” he groans in a breathy tone, his hips stuttering “Just a bit more,” he whines in a pleading tone and you continue to watch the guy’s orgasmic fac. But his show doesn’t last long as he finally cums in your with a few more thrusts.
“God,” you press your forearm against your eyes, feeling his weight pushing your fatigued body against the mattress as his hip comes to cease against your pussy “You’ll be the death of me Jeon!”
“Its Kook, Darling!” he reminds in a warning tone before he finally pulls out of you in a quick motion and you immediately uncover your eyes to question him.
“What are you doi-“ you start but watch as the guy immediately reach for the draw beside his bed and grab the inhaler to press against his lip and press the canister to deliver the medication in his lungs “Oh!” you sigh, looking at him with concerned eyes as he throws himself by your side, head tilting back to take in the medication
“Are you okay?” you immediately scoot closer to him
“Now there there,” he chuckles as he pushes the device back in the draw and rushes back to push his heavy weight over you “You’re not gonna make me go for third round with those worried eyes again, will you!”
“What happened?” is all you can force out, all the glory and static of your orgasm shifting off and your sanity settling back in as you start counting his breath “You’re breathing quickly.”
“Well would you believe me if I say,” he starts, biting the corner of his lips as he stares into your eyes, tucking the lock of your hair falling on your face behind your ear as he murmurs “you take my breath away baby!”
His grin widens as he watches your eyes curling into a smile and you push the guy’s chest as you feel yourself cringing “THAT’S SO FUCKING CHEESY!” you groan as you scramble to cover yourself with his soft blanket
“That’s better,” he chuckles as he helps your cover your body with his blanket, locking your body against his with a leg wrapping around your body “That’s more like the girl I know!”
“Whatever,” you murmur, settling against his chest “Wake me up in 15 minutes,” you suggest “I’ll go before Taehyung comes home.”
“You can stay over tonight,” Jungkook suggest, and you immediately furrow your brows at his proposition “And we can get some breakfast tomorrow.”
You wince at the thoughts, the thoughts that you’re probably another girl he boned in his bed and probably will go through his fuckboy rituals like everyone else. He probably offers everyone a complimentary breakfast as an aftercare just to make sure everyone come back for more of his fuckboy antiques.
“Thanks Jeon but its fine,” you offer a genuine smile as you stare at him “You’ve already done enough to return the favor,” you explain “you don’t owe me anything!”
“But-“ he parts his lips to argue but you quickly shift around, facing away from him
“Hush,” you respond, gulping the lump in your throat “Wake me up in 15’!” you order before shutting you teary eyes together and falling asleep.
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
“Congrats,” you hold your arms out for your best friend, who’s standing in a corner with his teammates “You did it, Jimin told me you scored 2 goals this time.”
“Of course, I did,” Joon beams, showing up his dimples as he throws himself in your embrace “so when am I getting my breakfast?”
“Ugh of course,” you roll your eyes “How could I even think you’d forget?”
“Why would I forget,” he chuckles “The only thing I could focus on the whole game was the breakfast buffet I’ll get if I score two goals this game.”
“Joon, don’t let anyone hear this,” you sigh shaking your head in disbelief “you’re the captain of the team.”
“Oh, honey I’m not even the worst,” he laughs “Half of these guys were only playing for the hook up they’ll score tonight,” he points at his teammates, each scattered around and flirting with girls, showing off their victory from the earlier game “They’re technically like soldiers coming back from serving country, popularity is at all times high.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” you nod, eye rolling around the room “Explains why your minion disappeared the moment we entered the place.”
“Jimin?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows “he’ll be back soon, I told him to keep you close to him tonight.”
“Joon-“ you start but your friend quickly dismisses you
“Listen to me please,” Joon speaks up “hang around Jimin for tonight, just in case Jiwoo and I need to dip.”
“When are you guys planning to tell Hoseok?” you ask, spatting Jimin’s hand away “Because honestly I had enough of your hide and seek game.”
“Hanguk boys are here,” Joon stares right at your eyes, before motioning his head to a certain direction “your Golden boy has been eyeing you since you got here.”
Your eyes flick to where Namjoon is pointing at and immediately meet Jungkook’s gaze, he is sitting in one of the comfortable leather couches, the girl who now you know is called Yeri plastered on his lap. He’s holding a bottle of beer with one hand and holding the girl’s disproportionately small waist compared to her hips with the other, but his eyes are clearly on you.
You watch as the girl places a white cigarette stick on his lips and brings the lighter closer to him, he glances at her for a brief second before looking back at you.
“Well, he seems occupied,” you stare right into his dark eyes before looking at Joon “So I’m gonna go entertain myself if you don’t mind!” you say with a bitter tone before turning on your heels and walking off
You hear your friend calling after you but all you can think about is to get away from the scene and Jungkook who’s obviously decided to enjoy his night. You quickly walk off to the bathroom, locking yourself in the place and resting your back on the wall.
“Get yourself together,” you scold yourself as you run your fingers through your hair “He’s free to fuck anyone he wants,” you sigh trying to convince yourself “It’s not like you own him or something.”
You stare at yourself in the mirror, heart clenching as you unconsciously start to compare your appearance with the girl who you just saw with him, giving yourself a failing score in all matters.
“Fuck this,” you mutter through gritted teeth “Get out there and enjoy your night,” you murmur “he was just a hook up, that’s it.”
You twist the doorknob and step out, determined to change the night over for yourself. So, you step through the hallway, walking through masses of college kids drinking and flirting with each other.
“Angel,” you hear Jimin calling for you from the end of the hallway “Here!” he waves and you unconsciously smile at the guy’s goofy action
“Whatever,” you sigh “Just hang around Joon’s minion for tonight, it can’t be that bad-“ you’re wondering with yourself when you feel a strong hold on your arm yanking you in the opposite direction
“What the fuck-“ you turn around and feel your body pulled into one of the rooms in the hallway in a quick motion. Before you know, you’re inside the dark room with your back against the door and Hanguk’s golden boy standing dangerously close to you.
“Jeon,” you call with a lost tone, trying to make the calculations of how he showed up here when he was just in Yeri’s arms a few minutes ago “W-What-“
“Kook,” he demands, staring at you with trembling eyes “I told you to call me Kook!”
“Weren’t you busy?” you scoff, searching his expression “Is Yeri not entertaining you enough?” you ask in a venomous tone, and the bitterness in your words surprises you
“I-“ he raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised by your tone “Are you jealous?” he asks with a faint smirk
“Of course not,” you quickly avert your gaze to hide your lie “You were pretty excited to see her earlier!”
“Why didn’t you stop me?” He asks in a dark tone, ignoring your statement
“What?” you furrow your eyebrows
“You didn’t stop me from smoking,” he asks as he stares back at you “I thought you care what I do or don’t before the finals.”
You part your lips to say something but immediately shut them back together, realising the truth is something you can’t express. Of course, you cared if he smoked or not, but you also wanted to avoid approaching him while he showed off his fuckboy nature with Yeri plastered all over his thighs.
“Was it really just a college hook up for you?” he asks interrupting your thoughts “did you only care about my health until you got your college hook-up?” he scoffs as he stares at you with angry eyes
“Kook,” you call, using the name deliberately “Your girlfriend is waiting somewhere out there-“
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he corrects with an annoyed tone “answer my question!”
“It doesn’t matter what I think,” you explain with a bitter tone “you’re an adult and you can make your own decision, Kook!”
“Is it because of your friends?” he asks looking into yours for an answer “You’ve been acting so cold and dismissive since that night,” he explains in a frustrated tone “If you’re worried someone will find out, I promise I’ll keep it a secret.”
“Of course,” you spit in a bitter tone, somehow those words cutting deeper into your already fresh wound “you wouldn’t want anyone to know you’re hooking up with a girl like me, right?” you repeat his words from before
“What-“ he repeats with a lost tone “I only said that because-“ he reasons but immediately pauses as if he’s worried about his words so he starts again “If that’s what you want, I’m happy to just keep things at that,” he sighs as he looks at you with a nervous look “we can casually hook up and keep it a secret if you want.”
“It was a mistake,” you finally let out the words interrupting him, not bearing to be humiliated more “I lied,” you continue with a defeated tone “I never planned to hook up with you, not even once,” you confess “I don’t know what came to me, but that night was a definitely a big mistake, Jeon.”
You watch as his eyes grow darker and darker with each word that leaves your mouth, his cocky smirk replacing itself with furrowed eyebrows and unimpressed eyes.
“You said you want me,” he starts, voice growing deeper with each syllabus “you cam all over my fingers,” he continues as the hold on your arms grow firmer “And now you’re telling me it was all a mistake?”
“I-“you gulp, staring back at him as your cheeks flush in embarrassment “That was my instincts and not my brain,” you explain, “I don’t do casual hookups,” you add hesitating to chew your words before muttering “Specially not with guys like you.”
“Guys like me?” He smirks darkly, “You didn’t mind a guy like me when I was knuckles deep and you were begging me to cum,” he spits through clenched mouth “Fine!” he scoffs, looking away to regain his composure, his old cold and distance eyes settling back to his face as he looks back at you.
You feel your heart sinking as you suddenly realise the Jungkook you’ve come to known and wanted to believe exists is faraway from Hanguk’s golden boy and his fuckboy antiques.
“I was just trying to pay you back the favour for helping me,” he says in a haughty tone and your cheeks flush in embarrassment at the expense of his words “I hope that returned some of the favour.” He scoffs in a sarcastic tone
“It was an unforgettable experience,” you retort back with a bitter tone “once in a lifetime.” You add and glance away coldly, pushing pas the guy to leave the room and the most humiliating experience of your life.
You step out and immediately face Jimin who’s standing behind the door, looking at you with knowing eyes.
“J-Jimin,” you gulp nervously, eyes glancing around to ensure no one else from your friend groups are around
“I was looking for your Angel,” he flashes his mischievous grin “I saw you going in there and I though-OH!“ his eyes widen as Jungkook steps out of the room behind you
“Hey Park,” Jungkook greets, pressing his body against your back in a purposeful manner “What’s up?”
“I think I should ask you guys that question,” he smirks, looking between you and Jungkook “What’s up Angel?”
“N-Nothing,” you shrug, averting your gaze “We were just discussing something about the game today.”
“Game huh!” Jimin repeats, his playful smirk proving he hasn’t bought into your lies
“Why? Do you have any problems Park?” Jungkook asks in a sharp tone, “Because if you do we can have a chat about it.”
“Not really,” Jimin throws his shoulder up, and for the first time you notice Jimin is slightly bothered by the guy’s words “Joon Hyung is looking for you, Shall we go Angel?” he calls your nickname with a dark smirk
“Jungkook!” The three of you look at the source of the voice, watching Yeri approaching you “I was looking for you,” The girl states as she spares a dismissive look at you before grabbing the guy’s arm and pulling him down for a peck on his lips “Yugyeom and Tae are looking for teams for beer pong.”
You watch the interaction for a few seconds before quickly glancing away and walking away from them “Let’s go, Park!” you order, walking ahead of the guy
Jimin follows you, matching his footsteps with your quick ones “How much?”
“What?” You stop and glance at him with a confused look
“How much will you pay me to keep what I just saw a secret from Joon Hyung?” Jimin asks with a knowing smile
“We didn’t do anything-“
“NAMJOON HYUNG!” he doesn’t let you finish as he waves for your friend a few metres away “Y/N and Hanguk’s Go-Nghhh.”
You quickly cover the guy’s lips “Fine,” you whisper in a warning tone “Call you price.” You demand and uncover his lips as he flashes you a content smile
“Brunch tomorrow,” he states with a naughty grin “I’ll pick you up from your place.”
“Alright,” you nod quickly “If I know you said anything to Joon I will personally chop your dick off-“
“Ssshhh,” Jimin hushes as he reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear “Don’t talk about my cock like that,” he warns in a deep tone “You’ll regret it when I finally rail you with the same cock Angel!”
“In your dreams!” You roll your eyes, turning on your heels and walking to where your friends are standing together
“FINALLY HERE,” Joon calls in a tipsy tone and you wonder how much the guy had to drink since you were gone “I was starting to get worried you’re caught in the Golden trap.” He winks
“Give me a break, Joon.” you sigh, grabbing a bottle of beer from Jiwoo
“The only trap she’ll fall in is my trap,” Jimin wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you together
“Well I’m glad you’re here,” Joon chuckles as he points at Hoseok a few metres away “Because I need you to distract your Captain so Jiwoo and I can dip.”
“So you were worried about yourself,” you roll your eyes and Jiwoo giggles at your bitter words as you swat Jimin’s hand away
“Thank you, Y/N!” Jiwoo hugs your from behind
“Use protection!” You warn “I’m not ready to deal with the mini version of you two yet!” you say as you wave your hand without looking back and walk towards Hoseok
“Captain,” you call and the guy looks back at you with an affectionate smile, making you feel guilty for the sinful plan you have for him “Congrats!”
“Thanks, Y/N!” his grin widens, his expression shining in joy in an endearing way as he hugs you “Its all thanks to your hard work,” he giggles before adding “and your killer strapping skills.”
“Of course,” you nod with a serious tone “I’m hands down carrying this team on my shoulder, Cap!”
“Well you’re doing a great job,” Hoseok smiles in a tipsy tone “Its reassuring to have you with us, Y/N!”
“What’s with the sentiments cap?” You chuckle, ruffling the guy’s dark brown hair “Are you planning to retire or something?” you joke but your smile immediately fades as you watch the guy bite his lips
“Well I was gonna keep it a secret until the end of this season,” he murmurs, looking around cautiously “It’s a secret, I don’t want the guys to get distracted by the news.”
“Sure,” you force out the words “I mean since you’re a senior, I expected it but I guess I didn’t expect it so soon.”
“I got offered a conditional place in the nationals for next year,” he explains in a quiet tone, hesitating before his next words “Yoongi Hyung talked to them for me,” he immediately bits his lips as he mutters “Are you guys still not talking?”
“Well not really,” you force a smile at the mention of the guy “But I’m glad that bastard came to some use,” you smile “I’m really happy for your Hoseok, you deserved it.”
“Thanks,” he smiles shyly, scratching the back of his head “I’ll miss your killer massages next year.”
“Well you know where to find me if you need one!” you reply and you both laugh together
“CAPTAIN!” Taehyung shouts as he walks to you “Hey Sugar,” he waves before bringing his eyes to the older “We need someone for beer pong, do you wanna join?”
Your phone vibrates in your pocket as Taehyung is speaking and you immediately check the screen to find Namjoon’s message reading “The field is clear!” so you let out a sigh in relief, knowing your mission is successfully finished.
“I thought you guys have enough,” Hoseok speaks up “What happened?”
“We need some to pair with Yura,” Taehyung says and you immediately look up, all attention on him at the mention of her “Jeon already left?”
“What?” you ask immediately, interrupting the conversation “Where did he go?”
“Not sure,” Tae shrugs “He said he’s feeling tired from the game, I think he wasn’t feeling well.”
“Alright, I’ll join!” Hoseok nods and the two are about to leave when you hold Taehyung’s wrist
“Taehyung,” you call, looking at him with nervous eyes “Can I burrow your car?”
“My car?” he asks in a lost tone “Why?”
“I-“ you gulp, trying to come up with a reason but all you can think about is Jungkook and the fact that he’s not doing well “Can I just have it?” you sigh in a defeated tone
“Mhmm,” He smirks, looking at you with suspicious eyes before fishing for his car key and placing it on your palm “All yours sugar,” he says as he stuffs his hands in his pocket “Just tell that punk that he owes me one, Alright?”
You sigh, cheeks flushing at his words, realising he knows exactly why you need his car.
“Alright, see ya!” you mutter before turning on your heels and leaving him behind
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Your eyes travel between the coach who’s screaming at the guys on the field and the big billboard showing the scores, pitying the old man’s throat which you’re sure is gonna be sore for the next few days. The finals have officially started and tonight Hanguk is up against Yonsei University’s team, to decide which team will go up against SNU later that week.
It was no surprise that SNU would go up the ladder but you were still proud when your best friend called you earlier that afternoon declaring his win against Korea University with his usual cocky tone. You couldn’t help but feel the tension as the Hanguk guys entered the field knowing their opponent has already kicked another team’s ass.
It probably explained why you’ve dealt with 3 rolled ankles, 2 suspected knee ligament injuries and 1 person being carried off on the stretcher to reach the 88th minute of the game. You sigh impatiently as your eyes continues to flick back to the guy you’ve been trying to avoid looking at the whole game.
Jungkook is running in the midfield as always, gasping for his life, sweat rolling down his neck into his chest making his shirt stick to his perfectly tones body and show them off even more. It would be a sensual image if you didn’t know about his asthma, the way his lips part as he gasps for air, the way his chest rises with each breath, but all you can focus on right now was the way his breathing kept reducing in depth and increases in rate.
You finally sigh in relief as the two remaining minutes come to an end with the familiar whistle, and you immediately grab your kit and run back to the training room, trying to gather your thoughts and your fast beating heart together.
“Pull yourself together,” you whisper to yourself as you open your kit and start to empty it on the table “The guy finger fucked you once and you’re here losing your mind over him,” you remind yourself under your breath “GET. IT. TOGETHER-“
“Y/N!” you hear the captain and immediately turn around to face him “I need help!”
“What’s up?” you ask with concern “did you hurt yourself?”
“Not me,” He shakes his head with a flustered tone, gasping for air and visibly exhausted “Jeon-“
“Fuck,” you don’t let him finish as you quickly bend down and grab the small oxygen can spray and the bag of his medication and run with him “where is he?”
“I saw him walking to the changing room on the other side,” he runs with you, forcing the words between his gasps for air “he probably doesn’t want the other guys notice.”
“Of course,” you mutter through gritted teeth “Jeon and his big stupid ego,” you state as you fasten your footsteps towards the hidden changing room on the other side of the field “He rather die than anyone knowing he’s struggling.”
You notice Hoseok’s confused look after your statement, but you decide to ignore it for now, as you know getting to the idiot who’s probably struggling on his own in the changing room is more of a priority.
“Can you call Dr Kim?” you ask Hoseok as you arrive at the room and find the guy sitting inside as you’d both expect “Tell him it’s an emergency for Jeon.”
“Sure, will be back!” he nods, as he immediately runs back to the office
You enter the changing room, finding the guy sitting on the wooden bench, elbows on his knees and gasping for air.
“Are you okay?” you ask as you quickly kneel in front of him, setting up his medication on the spacer and handing it to him
“The usual,” he states in a quiet tone, and you’re surprised that he doesn’t back for the first time in a while as you help him hold the spacer against his face “nothing out of the norm.”
“How breathless are you out of ten?” you ask quickly as you stare at him pressing the spacer against his mouth and breathing the aerosol in, he hesitates before mouthing a 5 through the device and you nod silently
“I think we’ll hold the oxygen off until Dr Kim gets here,” you explain with a soft tone, helping him hold the device as he tilts his head back for the second dose “Captain went to get him, hang in there.”
He doesn’t respond, slowly breathing the medication in before lowering his hand and the device down. Your eyes travels between his chest and your watch carefully to count his breathing rate.
“Your breathing rate is normal again,” you sigh in relief as you grab the device off his hand “how breathless are you now?” you ask staring sternly at him
He doesn’t reply to this time, only staring at you as if he’s trying to figure you out. You start to feel conscious as his eyes stay on you for a few more seconds so you shift away from him.
“W-What?” you murmur as you fiddle with his spacer
“Nothing,” he shrugs “I was just thinking its not so bad to be sick after all.”
“What?” you snap looking at the guy with a confused expression “What do you mean?”
“At least you look at me properly when I’m feeling sick,” he responds, leaning closer to look right into your eyes “Instead of avoiding me like other times.”
“Jeon,” you call in a soft tone but before you can respond his ridiculous statement the door opens and Dr Kim interrupts you.
“Jeon, are you alright?” he asks in an urgent tone as he enters and quickly kneels beside you and presses his stethoscope against the guy’s chest “Nice deep breath in for me.”
You watch Jungkook inhale and exhale “I’m fine doc,” he replies simply
“Did he take his meds?” Dr Kim asks you and Jungkook chuckles as you nod with a reassuring smile
“Wow,” he scoffs throwing his head back “You really don’t believe me Doc, Do you?”
“Of course not,” Dr Kim rolls his eyes “Did you give him oxygen?” he asks you again
“No,” you shake you head quickly “his symptom settled after two puffs,” you bite the corner of your lips as you add “I forgot my oximeter because I was in a rush so I wasn’t sure-“
“That’s fine,” Dr Kim smiles reassuringly “you’ve made the right decision,” he nods “Since the symptoms were settled, you didn’t need the oximeter anyways.”
“Yeah,” you nod with a smile “I thought I’d call you just in case.”
“Good job,” Dr Kim patted your shoulder before bringing his gaze to Jeon “be thankful you have her to take care of you, you punk,” he scoffed flicking the guy’s forehead with his stethoscope
“Ouch,” Jungkook winces “That hurts Doc!”
“Good,” Dr Kim scolds “Captain wants to see you,” he states, and you watch Jungkook’s shoulder immediately depressing at the news “That’s gonna hurt even more.”
“Doc,” Jungkook quickly hold Dr Kim’s arm and look up at him with pleaful eyes “Cant you just tell him I’m fine?”
“I’m busy,” Dr Kim spats the guy’s hand “I have to go attend to the 6 other beaten puppies in my office.”
You chuckle as you watch the young doctor ignoring Jungkook’s whining words as he leaves the two of you.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Jungkook stands up, arms crossing against his chest
“Well I don’t particularly hate it,” you smirk, turning on your heels “Enjoy your scolding with the captain-“
“Thank you.”
You hear his quiet words and immediately pause and turn around “What did you say?” you ask raising an eyebrow
“Never mind, if you didn’t hear it,” he smirks as he walks past you and you don’t miss the way he limps his way, quickly finding the culprit being the ankle you failed to strap before the game.
“Well, I was gonna offer to have a look at your ankle,” you walk after him, quickly reaching him considering his limp pulls his pace back quite a bit “But nevermind!” you copy him as you start to pick your pace and walk ahead of him
“Wait-“ he walks quickly after you and yanks you to himself by your shirt before throwing a hand around shoulder and using your body to take the weight off his right ankle “If you let me use you as my human walking aid, I’ll say it again.”
“You’re already doing it Jeon,” you remind, left hand creeping behind him to hold his weight up
“Well,” he clears his throat as the two of you walk back to the main changing room “Thank you!”
“I didn’t quite hear that,” you chuckle, enjoying teasing him and his big ego “What was that?”
“THANK YOU,” he yells against your ear this time “Was that loud enough!” he asks in an annoyed tone
“Better!” you tease and try to hide your laughter from the guy as you both walk back to the locker room.
-
The next few hours go as usual like every other game, the rushes of the guys coming and going for their treatment, while you run around trying to helping everyone as soon as possible. You feel the pressure specially tonight since you’ve promised Jiwoo you’ll go to the after game party with her tonight, and you know you’ll be late if you don’t hurry.
“Jeez, It’s quite swollen!” you say as you look at Jungkook’s ankle who’s now sitting across you with his foot up the chair as usual
“No shit sherlock!” he teases, and you throw a glare at him as you search for an ice pack
“You’re slightly resembling Tae,” you state as you sit against him and press the ice on his ankle, hearing his audible wince at the cold contact “and I’m not sure how I feel about dealing another one of him.”
“Did anyone say Tae,” Taehyung snaps the door of the treatment room, entering the place with his towel hanging off his lower body “Did you call for me Sugar?”
“For fuck sake Tae, Its always wet in here,” you yell, throwing one of the towels at him “I almost slipped when I was finishing up last time,” you say through gritted teeth as you relive the memories “you’re mopping this whole place tonight!”
“Are you sure the floor was the only thing that was wet?” Tae beams with an excited tone “I mean I would mop the whole fucking field tonight if I can get YOU wet Sugar-Aahh!”
Its Jungkook’s action that interrupts the guy’s ministrations this time, the shoes he left on the floor earlier now on its merry way towards Taehyung’s face in such a quick manner, you almost miss it.
“JEON!” he cries in pain as the shoe hits the corner of his head “What the fuck?”
“Go get dressed,” Jungkook demands in a stern tone “No one wants to see your half naked body and your ridiculously large willy in the open Tae!”
“You’re just jealous of my ginormous dick which I’m gonna use to bone Suga-“ he stumbles back as Jungkook stands up and aims the bag of ice at him this time “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT EASY!” he stumbles and almost slips on his way back to the locker room
“Thank you,” you sigh, shaking your head in disbelief “How do you even live with him?”
“Not easy,” Jungkook sighs “I guess the fact that we’ve been friends since middle school helps sometimes,” he hesitates to watch you measure the tape on his ankle as he adds “Or not, I don’t even know!”
You chuckle at the guy’s statement, plastering the tape on his ankle with all your concentration.
“Did you get a scolding from Captain?” You ask, cautiously looking at the guy
“Have a guess!” he shrugs, head falling back “He said they might bench me for the first half of the game with SNU!”
“What?” your jolt in a surprised way, looking up at him “Why?”
“Because I can’t regulate my energy through the game,” he responds in an uninterested tone “They need me as the striker on the second half.”
“Right,” you nod “I guess that makes sense-“
“ANGEL!” you hear the door shutting open with a loud thud, revealing Jimin with his damp hair against the door “Oh Hi Jeon!” he waves with a devilish smile
“Hey Park,” Jungkook scoffs, tilting his head as he leans closer to you as if he’s trying to hold you to himself “Congratulations on the win!”
“Likewise,” Jimin beams in a cheerful tone “I heard you really smashed the guys from Yonsei huh!” he chuckles as he adds “I guess this is it,” he licks his lips as he continues “Us against each other again.”
“I guess it is fate,” he says, tongue poking to the corner of his cheek as he asks “what are you doing here? I assume you didn’t come all the way here to congratulate me, Park!”
“Oh, you didn’t tell him Angel?” Jimin uses the nickname with a seductive tone as he points at you “I’m taking her to the after-game party tonight!”
“Right,” he nods, eyes glancing between you and Jimin with glaring gaze “Didn’t know you’re the party type, Y/N!”
“J-Jiwoo asked me,” you stutter as you attempt to explain yourself “Are you going?” you gulp flashing him an awkward smile
“Why? you dont want me to go?” he scoffs staring right into your soul with disdain
“O-Of course not,” you refute “It’s up to you, I thought you may feel tired or something.”
“I think I’ll go,” he responds with his signature hollow eyes that you’re starting to get used to these days “Yeri said she’ll be there,” he pronounces the name in a calculated manner as he meets your curious eyes “So I should probably go!”
“Y-Yeri,” you repeat the name, remembering the owner of the name is the girl who interrupted your conversation with him the other day, along with all the half-naked Instagram photos you’ve stalked of her “Well, have fun.” You say with a sarcastic tone
“Thanks, will do!” his lips curls into a sharp smirk as he stands up and throw an unimpressed look at Jimin before turning around to leave.
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
You watch the young doctor flipping through the green coloured diary, occasionally flicking his eyes from the papers to his computer screen to cross check the progression with the values on the screen. You glance at the guy who’s sitting beside your silently, scrolling on his phone and you unconsciously roll your eyes at the way his thumb double taps on the picture of a half-naked girl in her gym clothes and a heart shows up on the screen.
This is the reality check you needed exactly one week after the eventful night you’ve had with the guy. This was the first time you’ve seen the guy since then and for some reason it was itching you the wrong way how unbothered he seemed about seeing you. For some reason you thought he would care slightly more about the girl he hooked up with in the soccer club’s changing room and you know the expectation is very foolish of you.
Your heart’s been a mess since that night, and you’ve only came to realise it when you saw the guy after a whole week. You’ve been longing the guy’s proximity since that day, but all your attempts to catch up with him been continuously in a vain since the guy decided to use his social events as an excuse for not having a face to face medication check with you.
He still sent you the frequent photos of his inhaler along with the dosage he took, occasionally even sending snapchats of himself taking the medication to you just to make sure you have no excuse to see him face to face.
You’ve slightly came to hate yourself for teaching him the right technique of taking his inhaler, when you watched and re-watched the videos of the guy with his head falling back, the veins on his neck exposed against the camera as he breathed in slowly, making a sinful show when taken out of context.
You couldn’t help but be reminded of the eventful night he made you cum all over his fingers in that tiny room every time you watched those videos. It sometimes left you wondering if he is secretly trying to tease you by sending you those sinful images.
But the door was shut in your face when you showed up at the final appointment with Dr Kim, excited to finally see the guy for the first time after a week, only to be greeted by his cold greeting with you. If you’re honest, you don’t even know what you expected of him.
It’s no secret, the guy is notorious for his casual hook-ups. And perhaps you were just another girl in the line of girls he provided his service to, so you’re not sure why you’re so disappointed seeing the way he’s so nonchalant with you. It’s not like you expected he treats you specially or something, right?!
“Good work guys,” your thoughts are interrupted by the young doctor’s soft voice “the diary is completed to an acceptable standard,” he explains as he closes the notebook “And guess what? Your lung function has been steadily improving.”
“Great!” you smile, pleased about perhaps the only happy ending in this situation
“So, we’re all good?” Jungkook asks with an uninterested tone “You can issue my return to sport permission, right?”
“Impatient, aren’t we?” Dr Kim chuckles, as he opens his draw and brings the piece of paper out “I prepared it in advance.”
You watch the doctor sign and stamp the piece of paper which officially ends the arrangement between your Jungkook and for some reason your heart sinks in your chest. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes, so you blink quickly.
“So, we’re done right?” you ask as you quickly stand up from your seat “I’m gonna head down, I forgot something from training the other night.”
“Sure,” Dr Kim nods, flashing you a pleased smile “Thank you.”
“Not a problem,” you flash a forced smile before quickly turning on your heels and leaving his office.
You climb down the stairs and run into your own treatment room, where you usually treat the guys after the game as the overwhelming memories of all that happened in the past couple weeks start to rush in your mind.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry,” you urge yourself, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from falling when you hear footsteps behind you
“You did it,” you force the words out, watching the guy walking down from Dr Kim’s office “Congratulations.”
“Thanks,” he responds curtly, eyes hollow and almost looking angry “You must be happy you don’t need to baby sit me anymore.”
“Of course,” you chuckle trying to ease the mood “One less thing to worry about at my job.”
“Right,” he nods, failing to take your joke as lightly as you intend it to come across “sorry for taking up too much of your time,” he scoffs in a sarcastic tone “but you know where to find me if you need a good fuck,” he scoffs as he folds the piece of paper in his hands “I’m happy to return the favor anytime.”
“Jeon,” you call softly “It’s not gonna happen again,” you hesitate as you watch his unimpressed eyes “I’m sorry- “
“For fuck’s sake,” he snaps, fist curled by his side “Stop apologizing,” he spits back “as you said It was just a college hook up and we both did it consensually.” he averts his gaze “there is no reason to have hard feelings right?”
“I-I just-“ you stop yourself from continuing the sentence, knowing you’ll be doomed if he knows how exactly you feel about that night and what happened between you “I apperciate your offer but I reassure you it wont happen again, Jeon. Thanks for offering.”
“Whatever!” he murmurs as he pushes the folded paper in his pocket when the door of the office opens and a girl peek through the door
“Jeon,” she calls, eyes glancing dismissively from you to the guy who’s standing beside you “I’m finished with my training, Tae told me I can find you here,” she explains as she opens the door and rests her perfectly sculpted body on the door behind her “can I come over tonight?”
Jungkook gulps, his eyes travelling between the girl to you, and you just flash him a bitter smile before muttering “I gotta go.” you say in a quiet tone as you quickly grab your bag and run out of the door passed the girl.
-
Its 2AM in the morning and you’re still tossing and turning in your bed, trying to fall sleep. You finally lay on your back, staring at the white ceiling as you let your mind fly free to the memories of earlier that day. For some reason, you keep flashing back to the girl who interrupted your conversation with Jungkook earlier.
Later that afternoon, you’ve found the girl on Jungkook’s Instagram, and you were not pleased at your ability to stalk her. Because watching the girl’s flawless boobs and backside on her Instagram photos only crushed your self-esteem further than you could imagine.
At some point you even started hating Jungkook, for hooking up with someone like you when he had these Instagram baddies plastered all over him. What was he thinking, sleeping with a girl who’s remotely making it to a 3 compared to the 9s and 10s he had around him.
You press your eyes shut, trying to stop the niggling thoughts of the guy, the perfectly viable thoughts of those arms wrapped around the girl’s perfect body, those sinful lips pressed against the girl’s plump ones. Why did you care if he was sleeping with another girl, you had no rights, you only hooked up with him once, why were already feeling possessive over those unnecessarily toned arms that lifted you so easily that night.
Your eyes drift open as you hear the silent vibration of your phone beside you, rolling to your side to check the notification.
“You slepin?” – 2:06AM Golden Boy
You quickly shift up on your arms, nervously opening the message and immediately regret it as you realise, your phone would be sending a seen notification to him.
“fuck,” you whisper, biting your nail as your thumb hovers over your keyboard “Focus, Y/N, focus,” you urge yourself as you try to come up with a decent response when you jump as the phone vibrates.
“Your awke!” – 2:07AM Golden Boy
you gulp staring at the message like a deer caught in headlight, heart thumping against your chest as you quickly type up the message.
“Yeah, what’s up!” you press the send button, and the message goes on its merry way with a tone which immediately is followed by the seen icon underneath it.
You stare back at your screen for a few seconds, starting to lose hope as the response takes quite a white. You finally give up, index finger about to press the button that turns the screen off so you can go back to your struggle to sleep when a message on snapchat pops up on your screen.
You furrow your brows as you press the yellow notification, and it reveals Jungkook on your screen. You quickly register that the image is moving, and he’s sent you a video, of himself more particularly. You gulp as you watch the guy breathing audibly on the screen, head falling back and sweat rolling down his neck.
“Y/N,” you jolt on your place as you hear your name coming from the video, sounding rather breathy like he was moaning it out “F-Fuck, Y/N, I need you.”
Your eyes widen as you start to finally register what’s happening, a rush of arousal shooting between your thighs as you continue to watch the guy moaning your name and confessing his desires for you.
“Y/N, I’m so fucking hard for you,” you recognise his tipsy tone, finally realising that the guy on your screen may be intoxicated “I want you so bad, it hurts Babe!” he sighs in a pleading tone as he shifts the phone in his hand and then the camera flashes from his face to his right hand which is gripping firmly around his cock.
“Fuck” you sigh, watching his big hands barely reaching around his girthy cock, clenching your thighs together to create some friction that may make up for your body’s longing for the guy
“See this?” he continues to whisper to the camera as he runs his fingers up and down his length “This is hard for you baby,” he murmurs in a husky tone, moaning and he squeezes his length between his fingers “Just for you, Y/N.”
“Oh My God,” you shut your eyes closed and pray that the video finishes sooner than later and sigh in relief as it finally stops playing and disappears.
“Tap to replay the video.” Is your phone’s invitation to indulge in the sinful image again and your thumb hovers over the words as you mull over the option.
“No,” you firmly tell yourself as you quickly turn the screen off instead and throw the phone off your bed, somewhere far enough that you can’t find it in the darkness.
You shut your eyes closed, pressing your thighs firmly together as you hug your blanket, trying your best to forget those pixels and go back to sleep as soon as you can.
-
“Look all I’m saying is if you’ve been sucking my dick since we were freshmen, you should at least remember that I hate teabagging,” Taehyung explains in his obnoxiously loud voice as you measure the tape around his knee “I don’t even understand who came up with the idea of putting someone’s testicles in their mouth.”
“Tae,” you sigh as finally cut the corners of the tape and look at the guy “You’re giving me a headache, please stop talking or I’ll have to tape your testicle to shut you up.”
“Jeeze,” he shut his lips into a thin line, genuinely feeling threatened by your warning “That time of the month huh?”
“yeah something along that lines,” you nod, not even caring that you’re sharing your PMS details with the guy “now just shut up so I can focus on my job.”
“Okay Sugar,” he beams as he leans closer “Well do you wanna just suck my dick as well so I can stop talking about this whole teabagging chaos?” his grin widens as if he came up with the smartest idea “I’m always less talkative when I get my dick sucked.”
“Tae, I’ll cut your testicles if I have to,” you growl as you press the corners of the tap on his knees to fix it on his knees “Please just shut up.”
“Yes Ma’am.” he nods and rests back and watch you as you continue fiddling with the tape
“All done,” you sigh, throwing the tape pieces in the bin “NEXT!” you yell
“Thank you Sugar,” Tae stands up before bending down to bring his head the same level as you “the offer is always valid, you know where to find me-“
“NEXT!” You yell in his face, as you bring the scissor up against his thighs with glaring eyes before bringing your attention back to
“JESUS, SUGAR” he stumbles back and covers between his thighs “It really must be that time of the month.”
“Its my turn,” you hear a familiar voice and your head snaps up as you watch Jungkook sitting across you on the chair “right?” he asks as he meets your surprised eyes
“Y-Yeah,” you nod quietly as you quickly fish for another piece of tape in your tool kit “ankle?”
“Yup,” he nods bringing his leg up to rest it on the chair beside you, and you cant help but to peek at his spread thighs which gives you a sneak peak into something you’ve been trying to forget since a few nights ago.
“S-Sure,” you gulp, as your trembling hands fiddle with the tape and you try to measure it around his ankle “How’s your ankle today?”
“Alright,” he responds simply “how are you?” he asks in response and your eyes unconsciously flick up to him again
“G-Good,” you flash a forced smile “very good.”
“Hmmm,” he hums, tilting his head to the side as he examines you “Is your phone broken?”
“What?” you furrow your brows “No, Why?” you ask in a confused tone
“Just because-“ he hesitates, eyes shifting around for a few seconds before adding “You still haven’t responded to my message,” he responds simply “I just thought maybe you broke your phone or something.”
“I-I thought-“ you part your lips, trying to form the words as you think back to that night “I thought that was a mistake.”
“A mistake?” he raises an eyebrow as he leans closer to you “What mistake?”
“I thought maybe you wanted to send it to someone else,” you reason, “So I just ignored it.”
“It wasn’t a mistake,” he responds staring into your eyes “I clearly said your name,” he reminded “It can’t be a mistake, right?”
“well,” you continue in a flustered tone “you sounded drunk.”
“Tipsy,” he corrects, tongue darting to his cheeks habitually “I had a bit of alcohol that night, but I knew what I’m doing,” he explains matter of factly “or whose name I’m calling unlike you!”
“W-What-“you furrow your eyebrows, getting increasingly confused by each statement that leaves his lips
“Since you wanted to try Hanguk’s golden dick, you should have gone all the way,” he scoffs sarcastically “We should probably fuck sometimes.”
“Jungkook,” you shift away from him, creating some space between you “I told you we’re not gonna-“
“What you had was just a teaser,” he lowers his gaze, and you wonder why he’s avoiding your eyes “Lets fuck sometimes, you wouldn’t regret it.” He says in a cocky tone
“J-Jeon,” you call again, body shivering at his nonchalant words “ I told you just because it happened once, It doesn’t mean its gonna happen again.”
“I told you to call me Kook,” he leans closer and blinks at you in an upset tone “Or is it only Kook when I make you cum?” he stares at you before whispering, “It’s only Kook when I’m your college casual hook up huh?”
Your jaw drops at his statement, lips parting to respond but nothing leaves your lips. You secretly thank Tae who interrupts the tense conversation as he calls for Jungkook
“Jeon, captain’s looking for you,” he calls as he enters the treatment room and immediately stops by the door “sorry, did I interrupt something?” he asks in a cautious tone
“No,” Jungkook responds as he stare at you with those hollow emotionless eyes again “I’m done!” he say as he stands up and kicks the chair back in the process, leaving you by yourself in the treatment room.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
AN. when I said slowburn, I really delivered :) First smut after 18 chapters, youre welcome!
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19
Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!
You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.
Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Also Jimin not letting the female MC live for one day, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!
AN. when I said slowburn, I really delivered :) First smut after 18 chapters, youre welcome!
You gasp as the guy, lifts you off the floor in an effortless manner, slinging your legs around him as he walks back inside the locker room. Your arms naturally grip on his muscular shoulders for balance, while your lips try to follow his lead blindly as you indulge in the feeling of his soft lips.
He separates his lips as he pushes you against the wall in one of the changing rooms, holding you up with one hand while the other closes and locks the door behind you. Your eyes widen as you start to register what’s about to happen as the guy places you back on your feet.
“I think we should do something about this first,” he states with a husky tone, hands travelling down to the hem of Jimin’s jersey as he whispers “I really don’t like this on you!” he says before pulling the jersey over your head in a quick manner, your arms automatically following his action as he disrobes you.
“That’s better,” he smirks, throwing the jersey to the side before holding your cheeks and muttering “Now I can actually focus on how beautiful you are when you scream my name.”
“J-Jeon,” you call, arms moving up to hold against his chest in a defensive manner “I-I can’t-“
“You cant?” He raises an eyebrow “Or you don’t want to?”
“I-“ you hesitate, mulling over his question for a brief second, realising the weight of his question “I can’t!” you shake your head
“But you want to?” He asks, lips only few inches away from yours “You want this?”
Your eyes stare back at his hooded eyes, judgement starting to tremble under the weight of those dark orbs staring dangerously welcoming at yours.
“You want this,” He whispers, leaning closer to press a soft kiss just under you lips, against your chin before travelling down to your neck “You want me, don’t you?”
“J-Jeon,” you sigh as he gently bites on the soft flesh of your neck, tongue moving dangerously on the abused flesh “I-I-“
“You want to feel me too, right?” he asks, voice slightly tinting with plea and desperation “Just like how I want to feel you.”
“Yes,” you finally confess, hands wrapping around the guy’s head, you moan as the guy bites yet another mark on your neck “I want you.”
You feel his smirk against his skin as he works his way down your neck, while his other hand reaches down at the hem of your jeans and fiddle with the button before releasing it. You gasp as his cold hands travel on your skin against your hip bone before shifting further and further to where you need attention the most.
His palm sits against your dripping core, middle finger smothering your wetness around “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he sighs in a trembling voice, thumb moving up to toy with your clit and smirk as you continue soaking his palm even more
“F-Fuck,” you moan, head falling back as one finger enters your walls, sliding easily inside you “Kook, please!”
“Do you like that Babe?” he asks, doe eyes shifting up to yours and meeting your glassy eyes “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”
“Y-Yes,” you nod, before shutting your eyes together firmly and withering under his touch “F-Fuck, that feels so good, Kook.”
“There you go,” he smirks as he enjoys watching you lose control, another finger joining his middle finger to scissor you further “I told you, you’d enjoy it babe.”
“Fuck Jeon,” you gasp as he adds another finger, easily finding your sweet spot as he pushes his fingers further against your core “I-I’m gonna-“
“You’re gonna cum?” he bites his lips, watching you fall apart under his touch “You wanna cum for me babe, Hmm?”
“Y-Yes,” you nod, eyes tearing in pleasure as you feel his thumb rubbing against your clit in a paced manner “I’m close, Kook.”
“Yeah?” he smirks in mischief, enjoying the way you look at him with plea “Why don’t you beg like a good girl Babe?”
“K-Kook,” you sigh in frustration, feeling his fingers slowing down and you immediately shake your head “N-No, don’t stop- “
“Beg for it,” he raises an eyebrow, challenging you “Beg for me to make you cum like a good girl, babe.”
“P-Please,” you sigh, already losing all your dignity to the immense need to reach your high “Please, I’m so close-“
“Sshhh,” he presses his forehead against yours as he continues to flick his thumb against “tell me Y/N,” he whispers through gritted teeth “You’re mine aren’t you?”
“I-“ you part your lips, brain trying to process his interrogating eyes “I’m-“ you sigh as you fail to form the words
“Hmm?” he urges, staring back at you with waiting eyes “You’re not gonna wear Jimin’s jersey again,” he states in a firm tone as he holds your neck with one hand “You’re not gonna flirt with him anymore, right?”
“K-Kook,” you moan his name, arm reaching up to hold his shoulder to keep your balance and stop yourself falling “P-Please, I’m so fucking close- “
“Tell me,” He demands again “you’re not gonna hang around him,” he states before whispering “You’re mine right?”
“Fuck,” you sigh, feeling yourself right at the edge, waiting eagerly to feel your high “Jeon, Please.”
“Tell me,” he says, jaw clenching as he stares into yours “Tell me you’re mine and I’ll give it you.”
“I’m y-yours,” you stutter, pressing your head back against the wall “P-Please-“
You cry as the guy presses his lips against yours, tongue darting out to explore your mouth as his hands pick the pace finger fucking you, while you helplessly wither and muffle your cries against his mouth.
He continues to ride your orgasm, until you’re a shaking a mess from overstimulation, and your legs are about to give way if its not for his strong arms holding you against him. His lips part from yours and he stares back at you, and you realise he looks more content than you even when you’ve had arguably the most intense orgasm of your life.
“Fuck,” you sigh, gulping nervously as you register what just happened and try to form the words “J-Jeon, I’m s-so sorry-“
“Sshhh,” he shakes his head, forehead still firmly pressed against yours “don’t call me Jeon,” he whispers, and you wonder if you’re mistaken when his cheek flushes slight as he adds “I like when you call me Kook better.”
“B-But-“ you start but immediately shut your lips together as you hear the door of the locker room opening with a loud thud and you hear your friend’s familiar voice echoing in the empty space
“Joon, you’re overreacting,” Jiwoo calls as she steps inside the empty space followed by another set of footsteps “She’s an adult, you’re being too harsh on her.
All you can think about is to make sure you don’t get caught by your two friends so you immediately press one hand against Jungkook’s lips and cover them in an attempt to silence the guy as you give him a warning look.
“Its not like I don’t know that,” Joon sighs in a frustrated tone “Its just that what happened with Yoongi Hyung still haunts me,” he explains and you hear him sit down on one of the benches
“I know what you feel,” Jiwoo explains “But just because she had a negative experience doesn’t mean she cant try-“
“Not with the golden boy,” Joon declares firmly and your eyes immediately flick to Jungkook who’s now staring down at your chest, listening carefully to the conversation happening outside “You know him , Jiwoo,” he explains “He’s a fuckboy, one of the most famous and brutal ones out there,” he continues and you can see the change of emotion on the guy’s expression “he plays with girls as a hobby.”
Jungkook’s eyes change from sad to disappointed and then tinted with slight rage all in a matter of few seconds so you ease the hand against his lips, arms falling down beside your body as you continue to listen to your friends.
“And she’s so naive,” Joon explains followed with a loud sigh “and I know she may deny it, but she’s been taking care of him hoping there can be more to it,” he hesitates before muttering “like the way she thought she can change Yoongi hyung for better.”
It’s your turn to feel the stabbing weight of your friend’s words this time, cheeks flushing in embarrassment and rage all at the same time. You gulp as you sense the guy’s eyes staring carefully at you and you must avert your eyes to ensure he doesn’t notice the way your eyes tear up at the prospect of what’s going on in your heart.
“Don’t be so sure,” Jiwoo chuckles this time “Maybe she just wants to enjoy a good fuck,” she shrugs and your mentally curse her choice of words “We’ve talked about Jungkook’s Golden dick before and she mentioned she wouldn’t mind trying him for a good fuck.”
Your eyes widen as you stare back at Jungkook, realising your friend just threw you under the bus without even knowing she’s doing that so you just flash an awkward smile to the guy. You cant help but notice how the guy’s stares grow more and more disappointed as he looks at you, as if he’s trying to get some clarification from you about the truth of your friend’s words.
“Excuse me what did I just hear?” Joon states looking back at his girlfriend “Why would you be talking about Jungkook’s dick, young lady?”
“That was way before we met,” Jiwoo chuckles awkwardly “you know how girls talk about these sort of thing-“
“Well, young lady you are in trouble,” you hear Joon standing up and walking closer to Jiwoo “We’re heading home right now and I’m gonna make sure the only girl talk you’re gonna have is about MY DICK!”
“Well before we can do that,” Jiwoo chuckles as he turns around and starts running out of the place “You gotta catch me if you can.”
You hear as the girl runs away, followed by Namjoon who’s calling her name and running outside the locker room after her. You let a sigh out of relief as the place empties out again.
“We gotta get out of this place,” you state looking at the guy who’s still standing closely against you “before someone else comes.”
“Wait-“ Jungkook holds your wrist, pinning it beside you on the wall as he stares at you with a confused look “Is that true?” he asks, tone sounding surprisingly quiet and upset
“W-What?” you ask, gulping nervously as you know he’s gonna question you about the conversation you just overheard
“I-Is that why you took care of me,” he asks, eyes hollow of any emotion as he mutters “Because you just wanted to try me for a good fuck?”
You stare at him trying to form the sentences, knowing very well that’s your Jiwoos’ observation is wrong. but at the moment you could care less about the truth of why you started to take an interest in the guy, maybe your friend was right, maybe you thought there could be more between you and him, like the way you wished you could change Yoongi. you felt the warm tears already welling up at your eyes as you caught yourself and your feelings, you were once again in this trap, falling for the fuckboy of the campus hoping your genuine feelings can be reciprocated and you could change him.
“Well I didn’t start with that intention,” you explain with a forced smile as you look at him “But since you showed interest, I thought I’ll give it a go,” you chuckle awkwardly as you tried to sound as genuine as possible “why would I reject you,” you mutter “It’s not every day you get the chance to hook up with a college athlete.”
“So this was just a college hook up,” he summarises, tone decreasing with each word as if he’s reaching an epiphany “That’s all isn’t it?” he asks, eyes looking at you patiently waiting for a response
“Y-Yeah,” you lie, gulping the lump in your throat, as your brain continues to betray your feelings “Isn’t that what you wanted too?”
“I-“he starts, eyes trembling around your face as if he’s trying to confirm if all you’re saying is the truth “Of course,” he sighs, stepping back with a forced smirk “ I told you, I wouldn’t refuse girls if they want it too.”
“S-Sure,” you nod, sounding slight bitter as you want to scream at him that he kept trying to seduce you into this, but you know better to keep your mouth shut as you’re reminding how you just came all over his fingers a few minutes ago “then, we’re good right?” you ask with a hopeful smile
“Y-Yeah, I guess,” he nods, stepping back and lowering his eyes as if he’s still trying to digest everything “we’re good.” he turns around to unlock the door when you quickly hold his arm and he looks back at you
“Jeon, can you promise me something?” you ask looking at him
“S-Sure, what is it?” he asks, looking at you with patient eyes
“Can we keep this whole thing a secret?” you ask, feeling your dignity and your shattering “I just don’t want anyone to know-“ your pause continuing the sentence in your head, I just don’t want anyone to know how much of an idiot I am to hook up with the Hanguk’s famous fuckboy, thinking he might be serious about me.
“Of course,” he scoffs, eyes turning dark and disappointed as mutters “It wouldn’t do my reputation any good either,” he adds in a venomous tone, jaw clenching as he adds “That I hooked up with a girl like you.” He says the words in a careful and calculated manner as if he knows exactly how much those words are about to pierce through you.
Your hand falls from holding him and your cheeks start to warm up just like your eyes, the stinging hurt of his words overtaking your emotions and your body language. You cant even act non-chalant anymore so you just lower you gaze, hoping he doesn’t notice the way his words affect you.
You stay silent, waiting for him to leave the room but look up at him as you realise he’s just fixed on his footsteps, and has no intention to leave. To your surprise, he looks like a beaten puppy and for some reason, you feel as though his words may have hurt him more than it hurt you.
“Wear this,” he whispers as he guides his hoodie off his torso and throw it at you “Its cold.” He says without sparing a look at you, as he bends down to pick Jimin’s jersey.
You watch as he turns on his heels and walk out, before shoving the piece of cloth with Jimin’s name in the bin and leaving the locker room. You stare blankly at the door he just leaves through before bringing your eyes to his hoodie, feeling the warm sensation of tears freely rolling down your cheek.
↳ no matter what kind of release you need, he’s there.
◇ jungkook x reader | ft. pjm ◇ smut | college!au | fwb!au ◇ 23.5k [1/1]
notes:i don’t have a good explanation for this. i’m comprised of exactly 0% chill and i really wanted to write a jikook threesome, so here it is ft. too much plot and a whole lotta whipped kook, lmao. quick shoutout to @puellaigmotum, who has been supporting me and calling me out on my shit in equal measure during this process. thanks for listening to me ramble and making me suffer with pictures/gifs of the rude fucker aka jeon jungkook - i do appreciate it ♡
also, please read this on a computer if you’re able! the keep reading cut doesn’t always show up, and this fic can and will freeze the mobile app, believe me, lmao.
The first—and undoubtedly the most pressing—is that finals week is going to be the death of you. Tearing your gaze from the chemistry book on your desk, you flop down ungracefully onto your bed for a well-deserved break, extending one hand to rummage around the crumpled blankets for your phone.
The second—and really, you’re counting on this—is that Jeon Jungkook’s dick is going to keep you sane until graduation. Over the past year, you’ve called on each other so often that you don’t even have to scroll down in your text messages to find his name. A few clicks and a simple come over later, you throw your phone down and release a long, heavy breath before letting your eyes slide shut.
At some point, you must have fallen asleep, because you jolt awake to the sound of someone knocking. With a groan, you drag yourself to your feet and pad over to the front door, throwing it open to reveal one exceptionally rumpled Jeon Jungkook, his chest heaving.
You raise an appraising brow. “What, did you fucking run over here?”
Read this a while back but then someone posted it again and I remembered just how great this fic is so I, of course, had to re-read. Sexy and fun as I recalled!!! Thank youuuuuu!!
at the beginning of your relationship, jungkook’s possessiveness was a turn-on. but what happens when that possessiveness becomes toxic and leaves you reeling instead of giddy with anticipation?
⟶pairing: jungkook x reader
⟶rating: 18+
⟶word count: 2k
⟶genre: established relationship, smut, angst
⟶warnings: explicit sexual content, jungkook is territorial and jealous, toxic relationship, language, arguing, oc slaps jk, he calls her a whore (not sexually), cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, doggy, slight hair pulling, riding, creampie, some fluff
He hurts you; you hurt him. You fight, scream, break up, and then fuck each other’s brains out.
Repeat.
It’s been that way for two years now. It’s not a healthy relationship, but it’s passionate, all-consuming, and not dull.
You hate him. You love him. You want him gone, but you need him like you need oxygen.
You’re the only woman that can please him the way he likes. You drive him crazy. You consume him in ways no one else ever did. It doesn’t matter how many times you break up; you always find each other again—attracted to one another, like a moth to a flame.
“You’re not going, and I’m not going to repeat myself!” Jungkook shouts at you.
