Be Your Fantasy | JJK | Part One

Pair: Idol!Jungkook x f!reader 

Summary: Jungkook doesn’t have a lot of time before he needs to enlist for the military, so what happens when his best friends decide to set him up with the girl he’s had a crush on for longer than he’d like to admit? And what happens when you feel the same way about him? 

Genre: Mini series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au.

Warnings: Three part series (33k total). Heavily inspired by GOLDEN, let me know how many easter eggs for the songs you can find! Mingyu and Eunwoo’s special appearances. Reader is bold, but shy and sweet. Jungkook has such a fat crush. 

WC: 7k

“Ugh, what now–” 

Jungkook was mumbling to himself as the intercom of his house started beeping after his doorbell rang not two, but three times. Unfortunately, this had been happening a lot lately; it still surprised him in a very bad way how some so-called fans could feel so entitled to come to his house like this. 

His address was out on the internet, things like that could never be avoided for long, but it didn’t give strangers the right to just show up. What did they think would happen? That Jungkook would just invite them in for tea? Nah, it just pissed him off to the point he’d have to start taking legal action. 

And now they were doing it this late in the night, too? The clock in the security panel on the wall showed that it was almost two am at this point. The red blinking light showed someone was standing by his door, so Jungkook tapped the security camera icon to see–

Of course. 

The image was a little dark, but it was still enough to calm Jungkook’s nerves as it was no stranger standing out there, but the tall frame that belonged to one Kim Mingyu. And the other man standing next to him, head covered by his hood to escape the light drizzle, was Cha Eunwoo. 

Those two had invited Jungkook out several times this week, but for half of those, the idol wasn’t even in Seoul, and for the other half, he just didn’t feel like leaving his home. Much like tonight, as the weather was starting to grow colder by the hour. Jungkook should have expected them to show up here, actually. 

“What do you want?” Jungkook answered the intercom, biting back a grin from how Mingyu was jumping with his hands in his pockets.  

“Open uuuuuup, it's cold as balls out here.” the older man groaned with a bit of a slur.  

“What are you doing here?!” Jungkook replied, still not opening the door just out of mischief. 

“You wouldn't come out with us!” Eunwoo confirmed his identity by lifting his head up to yell at the security camera. 

“Wait, you said he invited us over–” 

A third voice made Jungkook freeze as if he was the one standing out in the cold instead of his friends. You moved out from behind Mingyu, whose frame was completely blocking you from the camera view until now. Jungkook had never heard your voice, not like this; maybe in the background of calls or audio messages, but it was muffled by other noises. 

And he knew it was you, the girl his 97 liner friends kept trying to set him up with for the longest time, someone Jungkook still used his private, secret instagram account to spy on from time to time. The idol had seen you were tagged in one of Mingyu’s posts tonight (also on Mingyu’s private account), but he’d never guess they would have brought you all the way to his house. 

Annoying Jungkook after a drunken night out was usually a two man job. 

“We might have lied.” Eunwoo answered you sheepishly, which made you punch him in the arm. It looked harmless from where Jungkook was watching and Eunwoo overpowered you easily by taking your arms and pulling you into his body instead. 

“You two are assholes.” you decided, obviously using Eunwoo to keep yourself warm.

“I'm coming, just give me a minute–” Jungkook announced, looking around his home in mild panic. 

“Are you not dressed? We've seen it before.” Mingyu laughed as if he was the funniest guy in the world. 

Thankfully being away from home for so long this week meant that Jungkook’s apartment wasn’t a complete mess. Surely there were dishes in the sink, but they weren’t piling up yet, his suitcase was still to be unpacked, open in a corner, and his motorbike helmets weren’t stored inside the closet where they should be. 

But at least his laundry basket wasn’t overflowing and the place actually smelled quite nice. 

Which couldn’t exactly be said about his own shirt, which made Jungkook run to the suitcase to find a clean shirt to wear; going for a brand new, black cotton, Calvin Klein piece that was yet to be worn, and he went as far as spraying some of the only perfume he usually brought along on trips. 

“Finally!” Mingyu was the first to slip into the house after Jungkook unlocked the front door, giving the owner of the place a quick, cold hug. 

“Jaykaaaaay.” Eunwoo was the second one to greet him, hug a lot warmer and a lot more floral, despite the slight stench of alcohol. 

While the two men took off their jackets and shoes by the entrance, already at ease inside Jungkook’s house, you were a lot more careful with how you walked in. Jungkook locked the door behind you, saving you all from the cold wind, and he really regretted leaving you outside for so long. 

You had on a thigh-long, faux leather jacket, but you were only wearing a black dress underneath, legs bare and chest… Damn. Jungkook averted his eyes to not get caught staring too much at your figure as you bent down slightly to unzip your boots and take off your socks, but he couldn’t ignore you. 

This was the first time the two of you were face to face, a fact that very much excited and terrified Jungkook all at once. He’d heard so much about you, things like ‘she’d be perfect for you if you’d give her a chance’, or ‘she’s a cool one, you’d get along great if you met her’, that he couldn’t feel like he already knew you somehow.

You let Mingyu take the jacket from you once you slipped it off your arms, turning to Jungkook with an apology ready. “I'm so sorry, I swear they said we were coming over because you invited us.”  

“It's okay.” Jungkook assured you, still just standing by the entrance like a malfunctioning Sim Character. He just couldn’t help but be captivated by everything about you. The way your hair framed your face, or how your eyes had a little bit of shimmer to them, and your lips– Eunwoo fake coughed behind his hand, making Jungkook stop zoning out and bow. “Hi.”

“Hi.” your smile was enchanting as you bowed your head in greeting, telling him your name as if he didn’t know it already. “It is nice to finally meet you, Jungkook.” 

“Yeah–” 

“I thought you said you couldn't come out tonight because you were busy.” Mingyu threw an arm around Jungkook’s shoulder to make his legs move and save him from the embarrassment of being frozen in front of you. 

“I am–”

“You don't look busy.” Eunwoo was following right behind and Jungkook could almost hear your smaller steps as the four of you made it to the main living room. 

“Don't mind them, they had a bit too much at the bar.” you apologized for your common friends, but Jungkook was used to it; the gentle teasing and slight bickering. The three of them were all born in the same year, but Jungkook was still the youngest by a few months, always used to being the maknae. 

“And we're about to have some more.” Mingyu was already circling the kitchen island, rubbing his hands together to open Jungkook’s alcohol fridge. 

“How do you handle them?” Jungkook wheezed, turning to you. 

“You know what, I have no idea.” despite your fake annoyance as you crossed your arms and leaned your hip against the back of his couch, you still held fondness in your eyes. “Maybe we should ditch them and go out just the two of us next time.”

Jungkook couldn’t help the stupid heat on his cheeks or the flush on his neck, biting down a ridiculous grin as it sounded like you were asking him out. While he knew that’s not what you were doing, merely sending somewhat of a dig towards your friends, it still made Jungkook’s tummy fill with butterflies. 

The same ones that turned a little green in color as Mingyu called to you:

“What are you having, babe?” the tall man was looking at you over his shoulder, waiting for you to tell him what you wanted to drink. 

“Just water, thank you.” was your easy reply. Despite you also smelling a tiny bit like alcohol, you were pacing yourself a lot better than the other two, obviously the responsible one. 

“Kook?” the older man asked him after reaching for a water bottle and waited for you to approach him to take it. 

“The usual.” Jungkook knew his friend was familiar with his kitchen and if they wanted to invade his house like this, Mingyu could go ahead and make his drink. 

“Eunwoo?” Mingyu asked the final guest, who was already coming closer to see it for himself. 

“I'll check the options.” 

As you unscrewed the cold water bottle –Jungkook had to hold back from offering to do it himself–, you came back to where he still was by the couch, standing just a little closer to him than before. 

“Do they usually raid your fridge like this?” you asked him with a nod of your head towards the two men who started to serve the alcohol and laugh as if they were alone in their own little world.  “I have the same problem.” 

Eunwoo still heard you and scoffed. “We always replace everything we take from there.” 

“You never do that for me!” Jungkook whined, which made his own ears feel hot, but your giggle made it all worth it. 

“We like her better.” Mingyu shrugged his wide shoulders, pulling the cap of the whiskey bottle with a dramatic pop. 

You were laughing again, a little louder than before, and Jungkook wished he’d been the one to have that effect on you. And then you said: “No need to kiss my ass, you know I already can't say no to you.” 

Mingyu was laughing along and sending you a wink and Jungkook really hoped his drink would be ready soon so he could let loose a little more. Realistically speaking, he knew he didn’t have any reason to be jealous of you. Firstly because he didn’t even properly know you, and, secondly, he knew there was nothing going on between you and Mingyu, or you and Eunwoo. 

If there was, both hyungs most definitely wouldn’t make so many attempts to try and get you and Jungkook to hook up. It was easier to believe that both men were acting like this in front of Jungkook because they knew how he felt about you and were trying to get a rise out of him. 

If not to get him to do something, then at least to have some fun of their own. 

Your tiny scoff brought Jungkook’s attention back to you, noticing you were looking around his space. “So I guess idols are all the same, huh?” 

“What's that supposed to mean?” Jungkook asked curiously, taking his eyes from you only when Eunwoo passed him his drink. 

“Not a single painting or poster on your walls,” you noted, still looking around, but not in a way that was supposed to make Jungkook feel bad. “But you have a workout machine in your living room?”

“I’m not here permanently, just while my house is being built.” Jungkook also didn’t want to sound too big for these walls, he loved this home, but it was very much temporary. 

“Kook is building a three story bachelor pad.” Mingyu provided with a bit of a hiccup. 

“Oh?” you turned to Jungkook, hiding a chuckle behind your water bottle and a curious tilt of your head. 

“It’s not a bachelor pad, I just need more space for my dogs.” he explained to you, trying not to scrunch his face as he tasted his drink that had more whiskey than he ever put in the ones he made. “But I have some cool stuff here, too.” 

“Yeah?” 

Jungkook took a longer sip of his drink as he walked to the other side of the room and you followed suit. He placed the glass on top of the counter and wiped his hands on his sweats before opening a hidden closet on the wall. That’s where he stored his… Well, toys. 

Like his noraebang machine and mics, some action figures, some of the awards he was given ever since GOLDEN came out and his lights. Jungkook had his fair share of girls inside this house, but he never tried to impress any of them with his gadgets, knowing most of his one night stands would either find them boring or he didn’t care about them enough to show them those parts of his personality. 

But for some reason he wanted to show them to you. 

Jungkook started with a light-up sphere that cast a purple glow over the whole room as he turned it on. It wasn’t too bright to hurt your eyes and it looked cooler with the overhead lamps turned off, but you were still excited to hold it. 

Next, he showed you what looked like a lightsaber, still in a bora-purple color, and went as far as showing you a few tricks he’d been practicing to show ARMY in one of his random lives. 

“Okay, that is pretty cool.” you had a pretty smile on your face as you let him take back the sphere that was still in your hands. “Where do you even get stuff like these?”

“The internet, basically.” Jungkook put his things back into the closet for safe keeping; if he left them out, Mingyu and Eunwoo might as well try to play baseball with them. 

“I might need to start shopping for more than makeup and shoes.” you mumbled, taking your water bottle back for a new sip.

Jungkook wanted to tell you that you didn’t need to wear makeup, but instead: “Don't you work with makeup?” 

“Close, I work with hair. That's how I met them.” you corrected him kindly, throwing a quick look to the two idols sitting on Jungkook’s couch. “I used to be a hairdresser for SEVENTEEN, but I worked with Woozi.”

‘Yeah, until you dropped us.” Mingyu was obviously overhearing the conversation happening between Jungkook and you. 

“I didn't drop you, you big baby, I just learned to make more money.” you said without turning around to face the man. Instead, you seemed more interested in telling Jungkook more about yourself. “Now I have my own salon. People really pay a lot more for a simple haircut if it's done by an 'idol group's former stylist'.” 

“And you’re also really good, that helps.” Eunwoo added from the couch. 

“Thanks, Cha.” this time you turned to him quickly to show your gratitude for the praise. “I still do their hair from time to time. When they let me.”

Jungkook wondered if you’d ever do his hair, too. 

Not that he had much of it at the time, his hair hadn’t been this short in years. It was really long a few months ago, but he’d been cutting it shorter and shorter throughout his promotion schedules for his first solo album, hoping that his fans wouldn’t be too disheartened when he had to shave his head. 

“Would you show me where the bathroom is?” you asked Jungkook in a tiny voice, fingers having a bit of a hard time to close the lid on your water bottle. 

“Of course,” Jungkook nodded, getting into host mode. “There’s a guest bathroom in the sitting room.” 

Jungkook left the living room with you walking beside him, hoping to the universe that you didn’t feel the knowing stares from Mingyu and Eunwoo as you both left on your own. And he especially hoped that you didn’t think the ‘ohhhhhs’ and gasps they were letting out were aimed at you. 

The sitting room was just across the narrow hallway from the kitchen and living room, and a little smaller, too. But it was separate enough that you couldn’t hear Eunwoo and Mingyu anymore, with a french door that automatically closed every time someone went in or out. If Jungkook intended on staying much longer in this apartment, he would’ve turned it into a gaming room or a home theater. 

The only thing about it, and something that Jungkook never got around to really fixing, were the lights. The bulbs for the outlandish chandelier were too expensive and difficult to replace, so he simply… Didn’t. 

Instead, he left one of his galaxy projectors already plugged into the socket and left the remote control for it next to the doors. The whole room was illuminated by the ever changing nebulas that went from red, to green, to blue and the many laser dots that mimicked stars and comets. 

You let out a surprised gasp, looking at the ceiling with that pretty smile on your pretty face again. And if Jungkook already thought you were beautiful before, you were breathtaking right now, under the stars cast by his favorite lamp. 

“The bathroom is through that door over there.” Jungkook didn’t want to interrupt the moment, as you looked so entranced by the lights, but if you–

“I didn’t really need to use the bathroom.” you admitted. “I was just trying to get you alone.”

Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat and then another. “Why?”

“So we can hang out just the two of us.” you continued, pulling the string that was tying itself around his heart. “And so I can be the one to tell you about my crush and not those two.”

“Y-you have a crush on me?” Jungkook’s lisp only came out when he was nervous and he could definitely admit that that’s what was happening right now.  

“Silly, right? To be so into someone I've never met.” you chuckled, smoothing the front of your dress, looking anywhere but him, suddenly shy. And it sounded like something Jungkook had been gaslighting himself into believing since you walked into his house.  “But they talk very highly of you, so it feels like I do know you.” 

“I don't think it's silly,” Jungkook chuckled to himself, putting the pieces together, how his friends must be doing to you the same thing they were doing to him. “I feel the same way about you.”

“I know. Mingyu told me.” you were holding your hands at your front, fiddling with your fingers and Jungkook wanted to be the one to do that instead. “But you never come out to drink with us, so I didn’t believe him.” 

“I've been busy…” Jungkook might sound like a broken record, but it was true. He’d been flying in and out of South Korea for the past two months, at least, to follow his solo promotions. Just last week he had filmed a collab with Usher of all people. “Now I wish I made time.” 

“We have time now.” you told him in a soft spoken and hopeful tone that did nothing to calm the storm in his chest. “So can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” the man sounded breathy as his feet took him a step closer to you. 

“Are you gonna let me find out what those lip rings feel like?” 

All of the air inside Jungkook’s lungs were sucked out of him by your words. He’d been with bold women before, not usually what he went for, but had a taste for them depending on his mood. But they usually held themselves a little higher, had a little more confidence while doing so. 

And you were stunning enough to have all the confidence in this world, and yet your eyes were a little wide and your fidgeting was a little shy. This was clearly not something you were used to doing, being the one to chase after what you wanted like this. 

It could only mean that you wanted Jungkook as much as he wanted you, enough to swallow your own reservations and simply go for it. And that leveled the field for Jungkook a little more, so he could get a little playful. 

Two of his fingers lifted your chin as he stared down at you, watching as the dancing cosmos above you reflected in your eyes. Your lips parted as you sucked in a breath, making Jungkook smirk before placing his other hand on your hip. You were already menting into him, eyes fluttering as your hands rested on his chest. 

He leaned in ever so slowly, lips ghosting yours, breathing in the strawberry drops you likely sucked on at some point before coming over. You made the sweetest little sounds as Jungkook had a point of dragging his bottom lip over your mouth, his double piercings drawing patterns over your plump flesh. 

Both of your breathings were heavy and try as he might, Jungkook couldn’t pretend he wasn’t as affected about this, couldn’t play it cool when the woman he’d been distantly pinning over was right here and in front of him. 

Willing, pleading. 

The fingers on your chin slipped to the back of your neck, hold firm and gentle. Yours were bunching up the front of Jungkook’s shirt and he didn’t even think you noticed. His mouth pressed more firmly against yours and you pressed your front to his chest, a tiny moan being swallowed by him as his tongue pushed itself between your parted lips. 

Jungkook tilted his head to one side and his control on your neck made you do the same to the opposite side, lips moving slowly as you followed his lead and let him deepen the kiss. The flicks of his tongue were lazy but determined and you were turning into melted caramel in his arms. 

And then you were latching your lips around his bottom one and sucking it into your mouth, letting it drag between your teeth before wobbling back into place. 

“What did you think?” he asked you in a deep, low voice that made you tremble in his hold. 

“Don’t think I have enough data to form an opinion yet.” you smiled. “We should do it again.” 

Jungkook chuckled, pressing his lips against yours once more. And if you were bold with him, he hoped you wouldn’t mind if he did the same as his hands moved to your sides and stopped on your waist to hoist you up. You let out a squeal that made him laugh, but wrapped your legs around his hips in instinct, hands holding yourself up by his shoulders. 

He walked with you in his arms to the cream colored couch, plopping down in the middle of it with you in his lap. You adjusted your legs to place them on each side of his thighs, straddling him. Your hands went to his neck and Jungkook closed his eyes as he felt the tip of your tongue flicking his lip rings from one side to the other. 

“You like them, huh?” Jungkook smirked, eyelids heavy as he watched you nod. His hands were on your skin, resting just above your knees as he rubbed slow circles with his thumbs. 

“I’m starting to like you very much.” your small hand cradled the side of his face and Jungkook felt warmth all over. How could you say those things, to someone like him, and not expect him to be even more infatuated with you? 

“What are you doing to me?” he asked you with a groan, eyes closing as he moved forward to kiss down your jaw. The nibbles of his teeth on your skin were making you squirm on his lap and moan softly. 

“Anything you let me.” was your reply, bold once again as you pressed your legs against his sides. As if suddenly concerned, you quickly added: “I promise I'm not usually this forward.”

“What's making you?” Jungkook mumbled against the underside of your jaw, lips parting to lick down your throat. You were rocking your hips on top of him, making his hands slide upwards on your smooth skin and his fingertips reach the bottom of your dress. 

“I know you gotta leave soon.” your voice was dreamy, but there was a sad undertone to it. “Doesn't sound like an opportunity I'd like to miss.”

The way you said it, so carefully paired with the caressing of his cheek with your thumb, made all the difference. You weren’t interested in ‘sleeping with Jeon Jung Kook of BTS’. You were interested in him for him, even if your interactions in person had been so short, you wanted to get to know him. Just like he already knew he wanted to get to know you before you even showed up at his door tonight. 

And he could also understand the urgency. 

Jungkook was enlisting soon, he’d go into the military with Jimin in a few days, following the steps of their hyungs. As much as he’d like to take you on a date first, spend a few more hours with you before jumping into the physical part of this, Jungkook knew he didn’t have that luxury right now.  

“Me neither.” he agreed, blinking his own daze away so he could look at your face to find swollen lips and blown pupils that shone blue, red and green. “So you really want this? Here on the couch?” 

“Unless you wanna go out there and risk those two catching us.” you looked at the door then, which didn’t have a lock. 

You also revealed the other side of your neck to him and suddenly Jungkook couldn’t think straight. 

“Not a fat chance.” his mouth was on your skin again, covering the side of your throat that he hadn’t marked up yet. “I’m okay with this if you are.” 

“I’m okay,” you tilted your head to the side to give him more space to cover, hand slipping into his short hair as you rocked your hips back and forth in search of friction. “More than okay, promise.” 

Jungkook mumbled against your skin, biting a spot on your shoulder as your fingers tangled in his dark locks and you tugged. You moaned from the pain, so beautifully that it made his painfully hard cock throb in his pants. Not able to keep his hands off of you for a single second longer, Jungkook’s hands slipped under your dress, on the curve of your ass, and he pulled you flush against his crotch. 

“Fuck.” you moaned, brows furrowed, letting his large hands guide you on his lap so you could rub your clothed core against him. “Jungkook…”

“You sound so fucking sweet, baby.” he praised, looking up at you, reading the want and pleasure on your face. “You better keep calling my name, yeah?” 

“Kiss me, Jungkook.”

The man’s hips bucked upwards, rubbing against you for his own search of relief, doing just as you pleaded by reaching for your mouth with his. The kiss was sloppy and deep, wetter with every flick of his tongue. Every time his lip rings scratched your lips, you moaned into his mouth and the gentle tug he felt made it hard to breathe. 

Your hands were lost in his hair and in the back of his neck, nails pressing down as his fingers kneaded your ass. Every time he squeezed a little harder, you whined a little sweeter. 

Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook held you against his chest to gently flip the two of you around so you could be laying with your back on the couch and he was on top of you. The faux leader creaked with your movements, but it was comfortable enough. He’d certainly never fucked anyone on it before, but it wouldn’t stop him now. 

Your legs were parting to fit his hips in between them, yours never stopping grinding against his. Jungkook’s tattooed hand left your back and came to your front, finding your chest and cupping one of your breasts. Your moans were more constant as you got lost in him and soon you couldn’t keep up with the kiss anymore. Instead, you chose to wrap your wicked lips around his tongue and you sucked on it slowly, making a mess. 

Pulling back so he could actually get some air into his lungs as they started to burn, you brought your hands to the bottom of his shirt and gave it a tug. You didn’t need to ask him for Jungkook to know you wanted to take it off. 

With one swift pull, he removed the fabric and let it fall on the ground, watching you watching him. Jungkook was confident in how he looked right now, having just gotten off his promo schedules a few days ago, he was still in what he considered to be his perfect shape. You didn’t seem like the type of girl that was fixated on looks rather than chemistry and personality, but it meant a lot for his own ego that this is what he looked like the first time you saw him. 

You ran a hand down his stomach, fingertips tracing his abs, playfully circling his belly button, coming so close to the elastic band of his sweatpants that his lower tummy clenched. 

“You’re so handsome, Jungkook.” you praised, sending shivers up his spine. 

“And you’re devastating, baby.” he almost whispered, watching your smile morph into the prettiest ‘o’ shape as both of his hands palmed your chest. 

“Keep calling me that and I’m not gonna answer for my actions.” you bowed your back off the couch, pressing your tits harder into his hands. 

Jungkook chuckled gravely, leaning down and over you to kiss under your ear, murmuring: “Do your fucking worse, baby.” 

You trembled underneath him, but your hands were pressing against his chest to push him away from you. He gave you space to sit up, watching with interest as you reached behind yourself to pull the zipper down on your dress. The thin straps slipped down your shoulder as the fabric loosened its grip, but instead of letting it fall lower, you wiggled your hips to pull the one piece upwards to reveal your half naked body. 

You looked deliciously tempting, pebbled nipples on full breasts, pushing your hair behind you as you laid back down. Jungkook’s chest was heaving with his labored breaths as he devoured you with his eyes, from your flushed neck, down to your perfect tits and south. You spread your legs to him, no shame in you upon revealing the wet spot as your drenched underwear was sticking to your folds. 

“Pretty lace.” the idol mumbled, bringing a tattooed finger to play with the delicate fabric barely keeping your cunt covered. 

“Mingyu said you might come out tonight.” you admitted, licking between your lips. 

“And you wanted to look nice for me, hm?” Jungkook’s lips were pulled in a corner, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Were you hoping I’d see this?” 

“I would have let you fuck me in the bathroom of the bar, if you were into that.” you were nodding, rocking your hips against his hand. “Would let you do anything. Still will.” 

“Let me make you feel good.” Jungkook was glad he wasn’t wearing any underwear inside his sweats, the constriction would be painful with how hard he was throbbing just at hearing your words and thinking about everything he wanted to do to you. “Let me taste you.” 

“Please, Jungkook.”

You whimpered, hand finding his hair as the man laid between your legs to kiss the inside of your thigh. Jungkook groaned at your scent and how warm you felt under his lips, fingers hooking on the elastic of your lacy underwear to pull it off of your bent legs. 

Instead of letting you stretch your legs or even drop one over the edge of the couch, he held your thighs just like that, nestling his face between them. Jungkook’s fingers created dents on your skin as he pulled you lower and close to his face, tongue licking a bold stripe on your folds to hear you whine. 

“Fucking hell–” your back arched as your thighs twitched and Jungkook felt your pussy throbbing just beneath his lips. His tongue pushed between your dripping lips, licking you up and down slowly. “Ohh, that feels so good…”

Jungkook hummed, mouth too busy to tell you how good you tasted, your heady flavor alone was enough to make Jungkook rub his hips against the couch in search of friction. His eyes closed just for a few seconds as he explored you, paying attention to your lewd sounds, learning your body and what you liked. 

His head followed the movements of his lips, smacking against your pussy, slurping your wetness, circling your hole before bringing his attention up to your clit. Jungkook’s lowered gaze found you watching him with your lips between your teeth and your hands squeezing your tits and rolling your nipples. 

You were so fucking gorgeous like this that he could cum in his pants just from watching you. 

Jungkook brought his right hand between your cunt and his mouth, using his pointer and middle finger to spread your lips in front of his eyes. Licking his lips at the sight of you, the twitch on your swollen clit, Jungkook brought his bottom lip to it. As soon as the metal of his lip rings touched it, you cried out and reached for the couch cushions. The idol gently circled and dragged his piercings against your sensitive clit, stimulating you in ways he guessed you never felt before. 

Being careful not to overwhelm you at once, Jungkook used his tongue to spread the rings on his bottom lip and position your throbbing clit between them, making up and down movements to rub it on both sides as the tip of his tongue flicked your clit up and down. 

“Oh my fucking god, Jungkook–!” your cries were loud and music to his ears. Your fingers tugged his short hair as you wiggled your hips, craving more. 

And he was willing to give you the fucking world. 

His fingers let go of your folds to snake down to your hole and you were so wet and dripping that he coated his digits to make them slippery enough before using his fingertips to circle your entrance. Jungkook’s lips and tongue were still focusing on your clit, starting to add broader licks and sucks to his gentle teasing. 

“You’re doing so well for me, baby.” he praised slowly, looking at your face and closed eyes. “Need to stretch your pretty cunt so I can fuck you, okay?” 

“Mhmm!” you nodded, teeth worrying your bottom lip as his fingers pushed into you, finding close to no resistance from how wet you were. “Jesus fucking christ–”

“What a dirty mouth on such a pretty baby.” Jungkook spread his fingers inside you, feeling your walls flutter open and clench around them, more of your slick dripping out of you. “Bet I can make you cum just like this. I can tell you’re so close already, aren’t you?” 

“Been fantasizing about this for so long–” you whined, clenching and sucking his fingers as Jungkook pushed them deeper. “Want you so bad.” 

“You can have me.” it should be scary how truthful that statement was. 

Maybe you already did. 

Jungkook hooked his fingers and fucked them upwards into you, finding that swollen patch of skin inside your walls, making you moan out loud, amess of mumbled words that sounded a lot like his name. That’s when he knew to bring his mouth to your pussy again, kissing it all over and paying double attention to your clit. As his lips sucked it into his mouth and his tongue rubbed it in circles and figure eights, two of Jungkook’s fingers fucked you hard and steady. 

“Jungkook, please, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum so hard–” you didn’t need to tell him, not when you were squeezing his fingers so tight and your thighs were shaking so much around his head. 

“Cum for me, baby.” 

His words, his permission, were all you needed to let go and let the band snap. You clenched impossibly hard and felt wetter and wetter the more he fingered your cunt, not letting up to make sure you’d ride your orgasm for as long as you could. You were squirming on the couch, body moving easily with your sweaty skin. 

Jungkook’s own pants felt wet as he got on his knees making him wonder if he actually did cum untouched, the dark spot on the gray fabric being proof enough of how much he desired you. You were slowly coming down, pushing your hair away from your face, basking with a beautiful afterglow. 

“That was–” you had to stop talking to breathe again, making Jungkook smile as he wiped his bottom lip off your release. You were a little delirious as you giggled, watching him as you said: “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

“And you taste really fucking sweet.” Jungkook cleared his throat as he swallowed, coming up to lay on top of you as you opened your arms to call him to you. 

He was nothing but a gentleman, willing to wait for you to recover, or even stop, if you’ve had your fill of him, or a change of heart for any reason. But you were reaching for his tattooed wrist and bringing his digits into your mouth. Your tongue worked slowly on his fingers, cleaning them from your cum, keeping eye contact as he knew you wanted to show off what your fucking mouth could do. 

“Want to fuck you so bad.” Jungkook pressed his fingers gently on the flat of your tongue, reading your reactions, but finding no denial from you as you allowed him to finger your mouth. His hips were rutting his swollen erection against your hip as your hand reached between his legs. 

You removed his fingers from your mouth, both covered in your spit that started to drip down his wrist. “Fuck me, then.”

“Yeah?” he whined, lips finding your cheek as your hand worked his cock over his pants. 

“Please, Jungkook.” you nodded, looking at him through wet lashes. 

“Wait a second for me, okay?” Jungkook sighed, despite wanting nothing more than to stay right here all night and let you continue to jerk him off. 

But if your hand already felt this good, he couldn’t wait to find out what being inside you was like. You were pouting adorably as he left the warmth of your body and comfort of the couch to pad his way to the bathroom, searching all of the cabinets and drawers until he found a new box of condoms. Taking one and holding the gold wrapper with his teeth, Jungkook walked back into the spare room as he pushed his pants down his hips and kicked them off his legs. 

You were sitting up with a blinding smile as you watched him wobble as the bottom cuffs of his pants got caught on his heels, but he didn’t mind it if he got to see you so happy. And then his hand was wrapping around his cock to give it a few strokes before tearing though the condom and rolling it down his throbbing length. You were licking your lips, but if he let that mouth anywhere near him, Jungkook would come undone down your throat. 

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Jungkook kneeled on the couch and you spread your legs again, so wide that your left foot ended up on the floor as your right knee was against the back of the couch. 

“You tell me.” you teased with the tilt of your head. 

Jungkook stared at your pussy; lips swollen and glistening from his spit and your orgasm, hole stretched enough for him to fit, clit begging to be played with again. 

“You’re something else.” he thought out loud, shaking his head and using the hand that wasn’t holding his cock to push his sweaty hair off his forehead. 

You laid back down with your head on the arm of the couch as Jungkook brought his covered cock to your pussy, brushing it up and down your folds to coat the lubed up latex with even more slick. He really wished he could feel you properly, with no barriers, but that was something that would have to wait. You might have skipped a few steps, gone a little backwards, but this was something that took intimacy and a conversation before either of you could even entertain the idea of. 

All it took was one firm push and his tip was breaching you, making you groan in slight discomfort and pleasure. You were both watching the way Jungkook pushed more of his cock into you; halfway in, only to pull back almost all the way out. His cock came out covered in your slick each time it came out and every time it went in, the idol pushed it in a little further. 

“This okay?” he asked you with choppy breaths, feeling too good to stop now. 

“More than okay,” you confirmed with the sweet little moans he was becoming obsessed with. “Never been this full…” 

“Good.” Jungkook wiped his forehead with his arm, starting to feel sweat threatening to drip, already noticing the glistening layer making his chest and stomach shine under the ever changing lights of the galaxy projector. “Never gonna be full like this again.” 

“Gonna ruin me for everyone else?” you moaned, clenching around him as he bottomed out at once. “Fuck–!”

His lips were on your ear as he pulled his hips back once more, before shoving it all the way back in. “Is it working?” 

“All too well.” your hands found his chest as you squeezed his pecs, almost like he’d done to your tits earlier. You used his own sweat to rub and roll his nipples and Jungkook might as well lose his fucking mind tonight. 

Regret was a word constantly bouncing around in his head as he’d been too stubborn to meet you earlier, he could’ve been doing this with you for a lot longer if he had. Jungkook would absolutely beat himself up for his horrible decisions and introverted traits later. 

“Jungkook.” you complained with half a pout, as he felt so good he’d started zoning out. “We can cockwarm later, right now I need you to fuck me.” 

“Fuck.” he was malfunctioning a little with your offer, with your promise of later, body toppling over yours, chest pressing against chest. “I got you, baby.” 

“You better.” you gasped as Jungkook started a steady pace. “Been wanting you too long.” 

Jungkook’s mouth met yours briefly in a quick kiss to parch his thirst for your lips before aiming them elsewhere. His exhaustion from a busy schedule had nothing on his stamina from practicing and performing hard hitting choreographies in the daily, making it quite easy for him to start pounding you into the couch. 

Your body was almost bouncing underneath him as he upped his pace whenever you became louder and needier, clawing at his biceps to hold on. Your tits were moving with the rest of you, so enticing he had to kiss his way down to your chest before taking a nipple into his mouth. 

You arched your back and pushed your chest into his face, encouraging him to suck and lick around your swollen bud by scratching your nails against his scalp. You were already squeezing around him stupidly hard, milking his cock as he fucked you with all his pent-up frustration from missing out on you for so long, annoyance about his future and the fact he’d be gone soon. 

Jungkook wasn’t trying to take it out on you, but at least you seemed to like how rough he was being. 

“I’m gonna–” 

“I know, baby, I know.” he shushed you, bringing his face at level with yours, noses bumping as he changed pace to a slower one that hit deeper and more angled, watching your eyes water and your lips part. “I am, too.” 

“Cum inside…” you whined, gaze hazy, making Jungkook wonder if you were picturing the same thing as him, wanting the same. “Fill me up.” 

“Yeah, I will.” 

Jungkook was nodding as you did the same, wrapping your legs around his hips to make his speed even slower, but the rolling of his hips were more controlled. You were holding him by the neck, fingers gently squeezing absentmindedly. Your eyes were locked onto each others’ as you shared the wistful moment, only closing every now and then when one or the other leaned in for a kiss. 

After a couple longer strokes, Jungkook pushed all the way into you, pelvis pressing against your clit and tipping you over the edge for a second time. You cried his name, this time with real tears escaping from the corner of your eyes, arms around his neck as you came around his cock. 

His own orgasm was right behind yours, deep moans and praises mumbled against your lips as you licked his with sloppy and wet flicks of your tongue. Jungkook spilled his release inside the condom, but he pictured his sticky sperm filling up your walls instead, forehead pressed against yours as he fantasized about the mess he wanted to make of you. 

The two of you were quiet as you recovered from the mutual orgasm, Jungkook’s arms caged you in and you received him into your chest with a level of affection he’d never gotten from his past hookups and one night stands; enough for his tired, blissed out brain to believe that you wouldn’t be just a one time fling. 

“Jungkook?” you called him softly, and he only hummed against the side of your boob to let you know he was listening, despite his closed eyes. “How many days do you still have left?” 

His head lifted from your chest, furrowed brows as he did quick math in his head. And then he smiled, confusing the shit out of you before answering: “Seven.”