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!
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!
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!
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.
