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The campus is chaotic as usual. Some students chat with each, some rush to class while others complete their due assignments in record time. You're walking with your friend, Sophia. Partially listening to her endless stories about some sort of drama currently going on in her life.

You and Sophia love each other to bits and have been best friends ever since you started your first year of college but you're polar opposites. She's just an average student, quite extroverted and well her love life is insane. Infact insane's an understatement. She's got a new guy every two weeks. And you're not even exaggerating. You've seen it with your own eyes - completely different guys come to pick her to take her out and she comes home disheveled. She blames her behaviour on 'being young and wanting to experiment.'

You on the hand, you're an introverted nerd. You're not a fan of large crowds, many friends or even being seen much. And well that's how it's always been. If you weren't hanging out with Sophia, you were lost in romance novels or buried in books...

As you and Sophia walk down the bust hallway to an English lecture, you make eye contact with Jungkook and you swear your heart stops beating. He's standing with his friends and of course a few girls by his side who are desperate for his attention. You look away quickly, feeling heat rush up to your cheeks.

This might sound like one of the cheesy, romantic novels you read, yes he is the college's heartthrob/fuckboy you've had the fattest crush on for a few years now.
It's not that simple though... Not at all.

Your life is anything but a cute, little love story. Unlike in your novels where the main character gets the boy she's pined over for years, you're not getting that happy ending. And you're ninety-nine percent sure.

The lecture drags on forever. Usually you enjoy English class since it's your favourite lesson but today you're eager to get back to your dorm.

Once the lecture's over, Sophia bids you goodbye. Your rooms are far away from each other and today's Friday, which means she's got a date with a new hot guy. You rush through campus, clutching your books a little too tightly against your chest. Keeping your head down, you weave through the bust crowd until you finally make it to the quieter hallway of you dormitory.

Your hand trembles slightly in your hand as you unlock you room door. Stupid nerves. The second you get in, you lock the door and put all of your stuff down. You take a moment to breathe before looking at the clock hung on the wall. Your heart gives a little flutter, you don't have much time. You toe off your shoes and clothes then make a beeline to the bathroom.

The sound of water rushing in the shower is enough to drown out the thoughts tumbling through your head. On what you're about to do, again and again...

Steam fills the tiny space, fogging the mirror as you step under the hot spray. It feels so good against your skin. But it does nothing for the butterflies in your stomach. You grab your favourite shower gel (the one with the sweetest scent) and lather it over your body and hair. You want to smell and feel nice. You want to-

Your train of thoughts is cut when there's a knock at the front door. Shit. You turn off the faucet and wrap a towel around yourself and nearly slip since you're still really wet. Panic surges even more when there's another impatient knock.

You put zero effort into tying your wet hair. Why is he so early? You unlock the door and open it, just a little so that he sees your only sees your face.

"You're fifteen minutes early Jungkook." you remind him shyly.

Jungkook's leaning lazily against the doorframe with a cocky grin tugging at his lips. His dark hair falls over his forehead. It's damp, like he just showered too. His black hoodie hangs loose over his broad shoulders. He doesn't even try to hide the way his eyes flick down, catching the edge of the towel on your collarbone before darting back up to your face.

"Couldn't wait," he says, his voice is low and casual, like it's the most normal thing in the world for him to show up at your door earlier than planned. "Miss me that much?"

You roll your eyes despite the nerves and tighten your grip on the towel with one hand and glare at him through the small crack in the door.

"Or maybe," you start. "I just enjoy being ambushed when I'm half-naked and soaking wet."

That grin widens. "Half-naked, huh? Baby, you make it too easy for me." He shifts his weight, trying to push the door open with his shoulder but you block him with your body.

"Jungkook," you warn. "Let me get dressed first."

He hums, feigning deep thought. "Hmm... I could wait out here." He leans a little closer, his voice dipping, "Or you could let me in and save us both some time."

Your cheeks heat up. You hate how his teasing works its way under your skin every single time. He knows it too, he's watching you with that boyish glint in his eyes, the one that makes every girl on campus fall all over him.

You sigh and step back just enough for him to slip inside. The second the door clicks shut behind him, Jungkook's already taken off his sneakers. His presence fills your tiny dorm instantly, the amazing scent of his cologne has you mentally drooling over him. The sound of his soft chuckle as he glances at your messy bed and the towel barely clinging to you, has a zoo in your stomach.

"You smell good," he murmurs, eyes darkening as they sweep over you again. He wets his lips before "Shower just for me?"

Your heart stutters but you scoff and brush past him to grab your robe. "Why would you even think that? I had just a long day today and wanted to feel comfortable."

That's a lie, well partially. Yes you kind of did shower and use your sweet-scented, expensive wash because you knew he'd be coming over. But anyways he doesn't need to know that.

As soon as your silky robe is tied around your body, he comes up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. He pulls you flush against him and you almost moan at the feeling of his already hardened bulge. Did he really get hard from seeing you wet in a towel?

You freeze for half a second, the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of your shower gel makes your head spin.

"Jungkook-" you start but the word barely makes it past your throat before his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

"You're cute when you lie," he murmurs, his breath is warm against your skin when he leaves a wet kiss under your ear. "You did shower for me."

Your body betrays because you're practically shivering in his hold. "Don't flatter yourself." you whisper, though it comes out weaker than you intend.

He chuckles softly, low in his chest and it vibrates against your back. "I don't have to. You always give yourself away."

He nips lightly at your jawline, making your breath hitch. He rests his chin on your shoulder as his hands skim over the silk of your robe, his fingers toying with the tie at your waist.

"Five rounds tonight?" he teases His voice low is and lazy. He doesn't even understand what that does to you. Scratch that, he definitely does.

Your knees nearly buckle. You seriously cannot be this down bad for the college's man-whore. "You're unbelievable Jungkook." you mutter and grip his wrist to stop him from undoing the knot... though you don't pull his hands away completely.

"Hmm. And yet... " he hums, tilting his head to kiss the curve of your neck. "you keep letting me in."

You close your eyes, hating and loving how right he is.He presses closer against you so that the edge of the table bites into your thighs. His hands slide over your hips, palms warm through the thin silk of your robe.

"You're shaking," he murmurs against your neck. His teeth graze the spot just below your ear. "Relax for me."

"I'm not-" you start but the words die in your throat when his fingers slip under the edge of the robe, stroking the inside of your thigh in slow circles.

"You are," he says, his voice laced with amusement. "You always do this. Pretend that you're so unaffected by me." His breath hits your skin as he dips his head lower, kissing down the side of your neck until his mouth finds the slope of your collarbone. "But your body betrays you. " he says as he squeezes your thigh.

He flips the hem of your rope up with one hand, his knuckles drag against your bare skin. His other hand slides between your legs, fingers carress your skin to make you gasp and grip the edge of the table tightly.

"I missed you. Why didn't you come say hi to me in the morning?" he murmurs, lips brushing your the back of your neck.

Why didn't you say hi to him in the morning? How could you? You're literally each other's biggest secrets. And besides, he seemed to be super comfortable with those hoes all at his side. He was probably plotting and choosing which one of them would be his next fuck for the weekend.

You have to remind yourself not to dwell on that. He's not yours and will never be. You just got lucky enough to be in this position with him... To have this whole sexual relationship with him. Yes, as ashamed as you are, you're okay with this. Being his fuck buddy is way better than being the invisible nerd with a secret crush on him...

His mouth moves lower. He licks a warm trail down your spine before crouching behind you. The silk of your robe pools around your waist as he tugs it up, exposing you to the cool air. He's quiet for a moment, just breathing you in before his tongue drags a long, slow stripe from the back of your thigh up to where you're already unsurprisingly, soaking wet.

Your knees almost give out. A startled sound slips from your lips, echoing off the walls of your tiny dorm.

"That's it," Jungkook mutters against you, his voice is rough now. "That's what I like to hear."

His fingers follow, sliding between your heat and rubbing slow circles. He licks again, deeper this time. His fingers working in tandem with his tongue until your hips are pushing back against him without you even realising. Your robe's still on, bunched up in Jungkook's fist at your waist. He stands up and his chest is pressed to your back. The same arm, holding your robe wraps around you to steady you, while the other stays between your legs. He licks the taste of you from his lips, his voice a low growl against your ear.

"Bend over for me, baby."
You grip the edge of the table and obey him. Your forehead rests against the cool surface of the small kitchen's table. Behind you, you feel him push the robe up higher. You bite your lip hard at the feeling of his hardness pressed against you through his sweats which he soon pulls down to his knees, along with his boxers.

He teases you with his tip, dragging it against your slick folds before his fingers slide inside one more time slowly.
"You're so wet," he mutters, more to himself than to you, and then he asks : "You ready?"

You nod, trembling as you carry on biting down on your lip. "Say it." he coaxes, fingers curling just enough to make you gasp.

"I'm ready Jungkook." you whisper.
He smirks softly and positions himself, the blunt head of his cock is wet with your arousal now.

The sound that leaves you when he enters you is somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. Your hands claw at the table's edge like it's the only thing keeping you upright. He's big, stretching thoroughly and your walls clench tight around him.

"Fuck," Jungkook groans behind you, his hips stuttering as he bottoms out. "Tight as ever."

His forehead drops briefly against your shoulder. His breath comes out heavy, like even he needs a second to adjust.
His palm slides up over your stomach greedily, until it finds your breast. He squeezes it, his thumb brushes over your nipple, and you moan out softly.

"That's better," he mutters roughly. "Needed to feel these." He pinches lightly, making you jolt under him. "God, you sound so sweet when I touch you."

He pulls out slowly before slamming forward again. The table creaks under the force, your body jolts but his arm around your middle keeps you from slipping away. He sets that rhythm that you love. His thrusts are deep, they have your legs trembling and eyes rolling back. Every time he thrusts into you, his hand at your breast tightens. His thumb flickers over the sensitive bud until you're whining and arching for him.

"You like that, don't you?" he breathes against your ear, hips snapping forward with slaps of skin on skin. "Me playing with your tits while I fuck you from behind?"

You bite down on your lip again, trying to hold back the sounds clawing their way out of you. You love when he talks like this to you.

"Don't hide them," he says as he rolls his hips deeper, angling just right until you choke on a moan. "Let me hear how much you love it."

Your resolve shatters and the room fills with the wet sound of him thrusting into you, along with your broken little cries as his fingers twist and tease your nipple. His other hand slides lower, finding your clit as he pounds into you. The added sensation has you squirming beneath him.

"Shit- ah fuck, baby," he growls, hips speed up. His thrusts push you harder against the table. "You feel so good baby. You always feel so good."

You can't form proper words anymore, there are just whimpers and moans spilling from you. Your walls tighten around him again. Jungkook feels you clenching around him. His breath grows harsher, grunts punctuating his thrusts as his hand at your breast grips harder.

"You're close, huh? Gonna come for me while I'm buried inside you?"

Your whole body jerks when you orgasm. A strangled cry rips out of your throat and the table digs into your hips as your legs threaten to give out ( they probably would if Jungkook wasn't holding you so firmly) .

You're clenching around him so tight it's almost painful. Jungkook groans a curse into your damp hair. He carries on thrusting into you, fucking you through the orgasm.

"Fuck yeah, that's it. Come all over my cock, baby. Just like that." he grits out, his thrusts getting sloppier the harder you pulse around him.

You're gasping, your chest is pressed into the table, his hand still holding your robe bunched up under your breasts while the other stays holding your hip, keeping you in place. He pulls back suddenly with a low growl, pulling out at just the right time, before he releases into you.

You barely have time to turn your head before he holds his cock in his hand, pumps himself twice and groans. Thick, warm ropes spill across the curve of your ass and the backs of your thighs. The sound he makes is downright filthy and guttural. You shiver at the mess but you love it. His palm spreads his release with a lazy swipe over your ass cheek.

"God damn..." he pants. His chest heaving as he smears his release with his thumb. 

He leaves another kiss at the back of your neck and before you can catch your breath, he grips your hips and flips you around. The table digs into your lower back as he cages you in. You squeak in surprise when he hauls you up so your legs wrap tight around his waist like instinct. The next thing you know, his mouth crashes onto yours. His tongue eagerly pushes past your lips and you whimper into him, clutching at his hoodie, trying to secure yourself while he eats at your mouth.

When he pulls back, there's a thin string of spit between you. He lifts his head to look at you. "Crazy, huh? College's little bookworm... always quiet in class, hiding behind her glasses... " his hips grind against your soaked core, making you gasp loud. "But look at you now. Fucking dripping. Moaning like a slut just for me."

"Jungkook -" you breathe, your protest is lost in another gasp as he grabs the tie of your robe and yanks it open. The silk falls apart, leaving you completely bare to him.

"Fuck." he mutters, eyes darting down. He doesn't waste a any time. His mouth latches onto your neck, wet kisses trailing down your throat to your collarbone. You cry out softly when he sucks on your skin hard enough to leave a mark. His teeth graze your skin before moving lower.

His lips close around your nipple, while his other hand needs the soft flesh of your other breast. "These are perfect." he groans against your skin, flicking his tongue making you arch into his mouth with a desperate whine.

"Too loud for the library, huh?" he teases, biting lightly at the soft flesh before switching to your other breast. "Bet Sophia's got no clue her little bookworm bestie's getting fucked stupid on a table."

Your face burns from embarrassment. But still, your back arches more to feel him and our nails dig into his shoulders. "Please-" your voice high and desperate.

"Please what?" he grins up at you, lips glistening as he gives your nipple a final, sloppy suck. His hips roll against you, grinding his still-hard length against your soaked heat, smearing the mess he left on you earlier. "Use your words, nerd."

The filthy grinding has you trembling and your breath catching. You're clinging to him so tightly your thighs shake around his waist.

"Please... I need you. I need more."
Jungkook kisses yours again hungrily. His hand sneaks back down between your legs, fingers spreading you open as his cock drags against your folds.

"You're still dripping," he smirks against your mouth. "Such a good girl , huh? Letting me fuck you dumb in your apartment when you should be, what? Reading?"

You shake your head frantically, nails scraping down his back, wishing he'd finally take off his stupid hoodie. The sound of your moans filling the room, as he rubs your clit. He swallows them up with another dirty kiss, groaning into your mouth, lining himself up at your entrance again.

 

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Your whole body is sore, every muscle aching from what just happened. The sheets are sticking to your skin, your hair is a tangled mess against the pillow and you can barely catch your breath.

Jungkook, of course, looks nothing like the wreck he's turned you into. He's sitting up at the edge of your bed sweat cooling on his skin as he pulls his hoodie back on like it's no big deal. His phone lights up in his hand and you hear him mumble something about a party one of his friends is throwing.

You roll onto your side, your cheek pressed against the pillow and you watch him. Your limbs feel heavy but your eyes trace the veins and ink down his forearm, the curve of his jaw and the way he chews on his lip like he's debating something. He looks so edible like this. If you weren't so fucked, you'd probably get on your knees right now and suck him off.

His gaze flicks to you and his smirk fades for just a second and there's something different in his eyes. He takes in the sight of you sprawled out, looking so cute yet ruined by him.

"You want me to go?" he asks, his voice is lower than before. He twirls his phone in his hand. "I can stay and order takeout. Your call."

Your lips part in surprise. Jungkook hardly ever asks about staying over for longer. He usually just leaves when he's had his fun. So the fact that he's offering makes your heart race but you swallow it down quick.

"You've got a party." you say, your voice is a bit sore from how loud you'd been minutes ago.

He shrugs and keeps his eyes on you. "Yeah. But I don't have to go."

He says it so casually, like staying here would be just as easy as going out. His expression shifts back into that cocky smirk but the way he's watching you makes your chest feel tight.

"You look like you're about to pass out anyway," he adds, leaning back on his palms. "So maybe I should stay. Keep you company and feed you. Can't have the campus nerd starving after I fucked her brain out, right?"

His teasing tone makes your cheeks heat for the hundredth time but you don't bother snapping back since you don't have the energy to. You just pull the blanket higher over yourself, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest as he unlocks his phone and starts scrolling through food apps like he's already made up his mind and decided to stay with you.

He scrolls lazily through his phone, his eyes half on the screen and half on you.
"Alright, nerd," he says, "What do you want? Pepperoni? extra cheese? BBQ chicken? Don't say plain cheese or I'll block your number."

You groan from under your blanket. "I don't care, just no mushrooms. You know I hate them."

He smirks, clicking his tongue. "Yeah, yeah. Mushroom phobia. I remember." His gaze lingers on you before he looks back down, scrolling kn his phone again. "We'll do half pepperoni, half BBQ chicken. Extra cheese, jalapeños. Some wings too. And garlic bread. Happy?"

You peek at him, way too tired to argue but your stomach growls in answer. Jungkook grins like he won. "Thought so." He places the order without asking twice.

You drag yourself up and mutter, "I need to shower before the food comes." and you shuffle to the bathroom.

You're halfway under the spray when you hear the creak of the bathroom door, then the soft click of it shutting. "Move over." Jungkook's voice comes.

Your eyes widen. "Jungkook-"

He's already pulling his hoodie over his head and tossing it carelessly onto the counter. He takes off the rest of his clothes and before you can protest, he's stepping into the shower with you. Water streams down over his dark hair and over his body.
You blink, your throat's dry. God, he looks so hot like this. Like a Calvin Klein ad come to life.

He catches you staring, of course, and smirks at you. "You really can't help but admire me, huh?"

You roll your eyes at his cockiness and shove his shoulder. "Shut up. You're hogging the water."

Jungkook laughs, brushing his wet hair back with his hand before leaning in to cage you lightly against the tile. "Baby, you're smaller than me. I'm not hogging anything."

"Then why am I freezing?" you retort, shoving past him to get back under the warm spray.

He smirks, stepping right behind you, his chest is flush against your back. "Better?"
The hot water rushes over you, it feels amazing. But you can't even lie, it feels more amazing having him so close behind you. He grabs your shower gel without asking, squirts a messy amount into his palm and lathers it over his chest with an exaggerated moan.

"Damn, you're right. This stuff smells so good. Almost like you."

You laugh despite yourself, slapping foam onto his arm. "You're such an idiot."

"An idiot who smells amazing now" he fires back, niping at your shoulder just to hear you gasp. He steps away and rubs the gel over your arms with a playful grin. "Relax, I'm just making sure you're clean. You were sweaty as fuck earlier."

Your face heats..Why the hell is he like this?! You swat at him with a wet hand but he catches your wrist easily, twisting it to make you face him and tug you closer. Water drips from his lashes as he smirks down at you. The close proximity makes your stomach flutter .

"You're so annoying, Jungkook."

"Yeah, but you like me." he says smugly while his hands skim down your sides.
The words hang heavy between you - "Yeah, but you like me."

He says it so casually, like it's a joke but your stomach knots. Because he's right. You do like it, you like him. And that's the worst part. As much as you tell yourself that you're stupid to like him, you can't help it.

Before you can roll your eyes or fire back, his mouth is already on yours for a wet and messy kiss. The sound of the water pattering around you fills the silence, but all you hear is the wet sounds of his lips and the soft grunt he lets out as he drags you against him.

"Mmh..." he hums against your mouth. "knew it. You can't get enough of me."

Your chest squeezes. He means it like cocky banter, another notch to huge his ego . Every time he kisses you like he owns you, it makes you fall harder for him.You try to push a laugh past the lump in your throat but it comes out too soft.

"You're so full of yourself."

"Maybe." His tongue teases yours before he pulls back far enough to look at you. His hand slides from your side to the small of your back. "But you're still here, letting me prove my point."

Your heart pounds painfully. He doesn't see the way your walls are crumbling, the way your crush is spilling over into something much bigger than you want to admit. To him, you're just his good little distraction. The virgin he corrupted. The body he can't get enough of because you're untouched compared to all his other girls. He doesn't know you lie awake after he leaves, wishing you meant more to him.

But you appreciate what you have with him. So you let him kiss you hard and tease you between them. You're still giggling when his lips chase yours, teasing pecks that never quite let you breathe. Every time you try to turn your head away, Jungkook finds your lips again, grinning like he's got all the time in the world to make you melt.

His teeth graze your bottom lip playfully, when- *Knock. Knock. Knock.*

Both of you freeze. Another knock against the door is heard but muffled through the sounds of the water.

"Fuck," Jungkook mutters, his forehead drops to yours with a groan. "Already?"

You burst into soft laughter, pushing at his chest softly. Oh, does it feel good to have your hands there. "That's your fault. You ordered it."

He steps back with a crooked grin, running a hand over his wet hair before grabbing a towel off the rack. He doesn't bother drying himself properly, he just slings it low around his hips, the water is still dripping down his chest.

"Should I be decent or should I give the guy a free show?" he wiggles his eyebrows flirtatiously.

You roll your eyes but your lips twitch. When the door clicks shut behind him, you turn back to rinse the rest of the soap from your body.

The knock echoes again, followed by the sound of Jungkook's voice at the door as he talks to the delivery guy. You picture Jungkook standing there half-naked, with a loose towel around him and his tattoos on full display. You cringe at the thought of how the poor delivery guy must be trying not to stare. As you let the water rinse you, your mind wanders to how all this started in the first place...

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It was Halloween when and Jungkook had hooked up for the first time. You weren't planning on doing much except reading a romantic book or maybe watching a mildly scary movie.

But, to your dismay, Sophia had decided to "save you". She was against you spending Halloween in the isolated confinement of your tiny apartment so she told you she's taking you to your first real party.

Sophia had this wild glint in her eyes when she threw open her closet doors, like she was some kind of stylist sent to rescue you from a lifetime of sweatpants and oversized hoodies.

"You're not going to this party dressed like a librarian babe." she announced as her hands rifled through her clothes.

You scowled from the bed with your arms crossed over your chest. "What's wrong with being a librarian? Librarians are cool."

Sophia shot you a look. "We're not aiming for cool. We're aiming for sexy. It's Halloween. You can't waste it."

Before you could protest, she tossed a bundle of fabric at you. When it landed in your lap, your eyes widened.It was a short, black satin slip dress with thin spaghetti straps, a neckline that was low enough to show clevage and the hemline was barely mid-thigh.

"I cannot wear this." You shook your head furiously.

"You will wear it," Sophia countered, grinning like a pretty demon. "We'll add a little Halloween twist. Fishnet tights, maybe a choker... oooh. And I've got these black lace gloves that'll make you look like a goth goddess."

"I don't even own heels to go with this. Not that I can wear them anyways..." you muttered, hoping that'd put an end to her scheming.

"Good thing I planned ahead." Sophia pulled out a pair of chunky black platform boots from her shoe section. "Cute, comfortable, and badass. No excuses."

By the time she was done accessorizing you, you hardly recognized yourself in the mirror.
She even dusted your eyelids with glittery shadow and painted your lips a daring shade of deep berry red.

"I look... hot." you admitted reluctantly, tugging at the hem of the dress.

"You look like a sexy, slutty vampire," Sophia corrected proudly, looping an arm around your shoulders. "Which is exactly what we were going for."

"I thought I was just going as a college student forced against her will. "you muttered.

She rolled her eyes, dragging you toward the door." Trust me, Y/N. Tonight? You're gonna thank me."

 

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The moment you step into the party, you almost contemplate turning around and leaving. The music's so loud it rattles your chest. Lights flash in dizzying patterns, bouncing off mirrored surfaces and the glitter of costumes has you feeling light-headed. People are laughing, dancing and spilling drinks all over the place. You clutch Sophia's hand tightly, trying to keep up with her as she drags you past a crowd of skeletons, witches and someone inexplicably dressed as a giant slice of pizza.

"You have to loosen up, babe," She shouts over the bass and shoves two tiny shot glasses into your hand. "Drink for courage."

You swallow hard, grimacing as the bitter liquid burns down your throat. "I feel... weird."

"Exactly! Now you're ready to mingle." She grins wickedly, her eyes sparkling under the. lights.

A few more shots later, your muscles feel lighter, your nerves soften and your cheeks are heated. You laugh way louder than you normally would, swaying slightly to the music. Sophia beams proudly at you, glad that you seem to be letting loose for once.

For a long while, it's fun. You actually feel like you're part of the crowd instead of some invisible nerd. You and Sophia dance between groups of people and let the music guide you. But the crowd is a bit wild and soon Sophia disappears into a cluster of people, leaving you alone near the edge of the dance floor.

That's when a tall, super tipsy guy comes up to you with a drunk grin. "Hey you. Wanna dance?" he slurs. Before you can reject his offer, he grabs your wrist.

"No, I... I don't really-" you stammer. Your heart's racing and you try to pull away but he's insistent.

"Come on, just one dance!"

Panic surges through you. You don't like this, not one bit. The guy comes closer to you and you smell the cheap alcohol he's been drinking. Before the drunk guy does anything else, a voice stop him.

"Leave her alone."

Your head snaps toward the voice and youur heart stops. It's him Jungkook. The campus's heartthrob. The one who could snap his fingers and have anyone he wanted (and usually did) . He's the kind of guy whispered about in the camous hallways and the guy rumours cling to.

Everyone knows he's slept with half the girls on campus... even a few lecturers if the gossip is true. You shouldn't even look at him and yet you've had the fattest crush on him for ages now.

He walks over slowly, like he already knows the drunk guy's going to be intimidated by him. His outfit makes your throat go dry. He's wearing black ripped jeans, combat boots, a fitted black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms showing off his tattoos and a velvet blazer. There's streak of fake blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Your grip finally slips free when the drunk guy's gaze falters under Jungkook's. He stumbles back a step but still lingers. His drunken ego too puffed up to let go completely.

"I said leave. Her. Alone."

This time the guy actually listens. He throws his hands up in a sloppy gesture of surrender and disappears into the crowd of sweaty bodies on the dance floor.

You're left standing there, your heart racing for entirely different reasons now. Jungkook's eyes shift to you.

"You okay?" he asks.

You nod too quickly, the words stuck in your throat. Your hands are clammy and your pulse won't settle...

 

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You can't tell if Jungkook's sticking with you because he thinks you're cool to hang out with or because he's plotting to get you into bed tonight. It's probably the second option. Most definitely.

He's never really spoken to you before now. You're not even sure he knew your name before tonight. But here you are perched on the barstool beside him. The party rages behind you. Jungkook offered to by you and drink and you said you'd take a sprite since you're already feeling a bit tipsy. He slides the glass toward you with his tattooed hand.

"Sprite, right?" His lips curl into that cocky smirk if his but it's softened by the glint of his lip ring when it catches the light.

"Thanks." you mumble, trying to sound casual but your voice betrays you, it's even softer than usual. His eyes flick over you slowly.

"You look good tonight."

Your brain short-circuits. A compliment from him? This cannot be real life. Before you can even process it properly, his hand lands on the edge of your chair and pulls you closer to him. Your knees bump into his now and your pulse spikes fast. God, you're so nervous...

Jungkook leans in a little, his head is tilted as if he's studying you. His cologne isn't strong but still the smell of him intoxicates you. It mixes with the faint trace of mint on his breath, brushing over your cheek when he speaks again.

"You nervous?" he asks, his voice is a bit rough.

His eyes dart from your eyes to your mouth for the quickest second. You swallow hard, suddenly hyperaware of the heat radiating off him. Of how much space he takes up. Of how close his lips are or how the glint of his piercings makes you wonder what it'd feel like against your skin. Shit

And maybe it's the alcohol loosening your edges as Sophia said it would but your eyes betray you. They flick down to his mouth before shooting back up. He notices and your stomach twists. You've imagined it before, many times actually. What it would be like to give in to him. To let him take you against a wall or let him bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you the way everyone whispers he can.

And right now, with him this close, staring at you like he's already undressing you in his head? You don't feel like being the girl who's too scared to be risky. You don't want to be the sweet virgin who's never done anything reckless...

 

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You stare down at yours and Jungkook's intertwined hands, as he leads you up the narrow staircase to one of the empty rooms. Your heart is practically in your ass. You actually agreed to this?

Your legs feel like jelly with every step. You, the campus nobody/invisible nerd - You're following Jeon Jungkook to an empty room at a party? You feel like some heroine from one of those cliché love stories you're always reading. Your heart's about to rip out of your chest

When you get to one of the rooms, he pushes open the door and closes it behind you. The loud music is muffled through the door now.

Thhe moment the door clicks shut, you don't even have time to overthink because his soft lips are already on yours. His mouth tastes like mint and vodka. His lip ring drags across your bottom lip, in a way that makes your toes curl. You gasp when his tongue roughly pushes past your lips. Your hands are awkwardly at your sides at first until he grabs your wrists and drags the around his neck.

"Relax." He mutters against your lips.

Your back hits the wall as he presses closer to you so that you feel his hard chest against yours. One of his hands slide up you thigh, pushing your dress higher while the others goes to back to pull the dresses zipper down. You gasp into the kiss, gripping his shoulders. When he pulls away for second, his eyes are dark. His tattoos peek from the cuff of his shirt as he shrugs off his blazer. He's tugging his shirt over his head and that's when your brain just goes blank.
Of course you knew he was fit. Everyone gossiped about it. But seeing him like this in such close proximity is something else completely. He's so hot and it makes your knees weak.

"You like what you see?"

Before you can even respond, he's kissing you again, his tongue explores you greedily. Your mind goes blank, every rational thought fleeing the moment his hands slide over your waist and down to your ass. Your knees wobble and your breath hitches. He gives you a small rough yet playful shove, sending you tumbling backward until the edge of the bed presses against your legs with a squeak from you that seems way too loud.

He hovers over you, so that you're laying back against the bed. His chest is pressed against yours , he's basically caging you in as he grinds his hips against yours. The friction makes your body shiver. Heat pooling at your core and your hands instinctively grip his shoulders.

His kisses are sloppy and perfect. They pull little gasps and whimpers from you. Your head falls back onto the pillows as hjs lips and teeth devour you.

"Oh ... Jungkook." you moan. Your voice is shaky, making him grin against your mouth. His hands slip further down to cup your ass, you arch into him.

You're louder now, every one of your whimpers and moans spill out freely. You're almost embarrassed by how vocal you're being but you can't care. You're completely lost in him to care about anything else.

He pulls back for a little breath. Your chest heaves and your skin tingles. You heart is hammering against your chest. You unconsciously bite your lip harshly when he unbuckles his belt and the metallic click echoes in the room.

But you stop him. Jungkook freezes mid-motion. He looks like he's in a daze as he looks down at you under him. His eyes flicker between both of yours, confused as to why you stopped him.

"What?" he asks.

You muster up the courage and tell him what's been worrying you. "I... I'm a virgin."

He blinks and his jaw tightens slightly. It's as if he can't compute what he just heard. His eyes trace your body and something in him falters.

"You... you're serious?" he asks, looking at you as if you've just spoken a foreign language . "You... you've never...?"

You nod, feeling the tiniest flicker of nervousness in your stomach. "I've never had sex with anyone... But I want to with you."

He doesn't move for a while, hjust studies you like he's figuring our whether you're bluffing or lying. He exhales and runs a hand through his hair with a mixture of disbelief, curiosity and desire?

"Shit..." he mutters under his breath.
His fingers still hover near your hips. He's recalculating, trying to figure out what to do now. For the first time, he's considering bending his own rules.

"Damn..." he mutters, almost to himself.

"You're really a virgin?"

You nod again, chest rises and falls. He huffs out a little laugh, still looking at you like he's contemplating .

"Fuck. I don't do virgins. Too complicated." He runs a hand down his face then lets it drop to your thigh. His fingers squeeze hard enough to make you gasp softly.

"But... you're sitting here telling me you want this. You sure about that?" His eyes are locked onto yours.

"Yes." It comes out almost breathless but there's no hesitation.

His eyes narrow just slightly, like he's making sure you're certain.

"If I do this, I can't promise I'll be gentle. I don't know how to be gentle. I'm not gentle with anyone"

Your stomach flips but your voice is steady. "I don't care."

Something flickers in his eyes. "Alright then..."

He leans in and sloppily kisses you again with hus tongue pushing past your lips until you're pleasantly moaning against his mouth. He shifts, now sitting back against the headboard with his legs spread wide. He tugs you up into his lap with ease.

"C'mere." he mutters.

Your knees sink into the mattress on either side of his thighs. You're straddling him now, your palms find his hard chest for balance. .

"Take this off." He tugs at the straps of your dress. His eyes rake over you as you pull the dress over your head and off so you're just left in your bra andstockings.

"Fuck..." He growls. His hands carress your bare sides with his large palms . "All this under those baggy-ass hoodies?" The laugh that comes out of his is low and rough laced with disbelief ."You've been hiding."

Heat floods your face but you hold his gaze with your heart thudding. Yeah this is definitely not real life or maybe you're just dreaming again...

He leans forward, nose brushing your jaw. "Ever been touched before?"

You swallow hard. "No."

He pulls back just enough to look at you. "So you're clean and untouched..." His thumb drags slowly along your inner thigh. "Guess I'm the first then."

Soon his mouth is on your neck, his lips are wet and warm, he's sucking at the skin just below your ear making you whimper. He kisses lower, down your collarbone, his teeth scraping lightly as his hands slide down to grab your ass and pull you tighter against him.

You can feel him hard as rock beneath you, even through the fabric of his pants. He hooks his thumbs into his waistband of pants. He politely asks you to get up for a second so he can pull his pants down. He's in nothing but his boxers while you sit back on his lap. He rolls his hip upwards so his cock meets your centre through his boxers and you have to bite your lip again to prevent the filthiest moan from leaving you.

You clutch at his shoulders and his hands slide up your back. His fingertips trace over the band of your bra as he kisses everywhere his mouth can reach -Your throat, your collarbone and the tops of your breasts. His tongue flicks against your skin before he bites softly and sucks another mark into your neck.

"Jungkook..."

"Sound so damn pretty already," he mutters against your skin. His hips move again grinding you down onto him with a low groan. "Didn't think the campus nerd would be on top of me like this."

You shudder at his words but your hips rock against his on instinct.

"Yeah... just like that Y/N."

Your hands grip his shoulders, hips rolling against him in a perfect rhythm. Tiny whimpers escape your lips and you can't help the soft, desperate moans that spill straight into his ear. You even bite down lightly, a teasing little nip that makes him hiss.

"Shit..." Jungkook mutters lowly. His hands clutch your hips, trying to steady your frantic movements but truthfully he doesn't want to stop. He wants to tell you to slow down but he can't. You feel so good grinding against his cock. He wants to be inside you right now.

"You're ... uh - Y/N... "he groans, teeth grazing your shoulder. "Fuck..."

The second he tries to speak again, you grind against him harder. Yiur hips rocking against his lap with a rhythm that's pure need(well considering the fact that you're ovulating) .

His hands roam freely now, grabbing the soft flesh of your ass and cupping your breasts over the bra urgently. Even through the thin fabric of his boxers, the friction makes him shiver.

"Why the fuck does this feel so good?" he murmurs to himself.

He swallows hard. The contact, the heat and the smell of you is too much and too intense. He had fucked countless girls but he's never been this aroused Every one of your whimpers and moans in his ears make his cock throb even more beneath you.

"You're ... not supposed to feel this good. "he rasps, his voice breaks slightly as he rolls his hips up again, grinding into your center with a desperate rhythm that matches yours.
You whine into his ear, tugging at his soft hair and for a moment, all logic leaves the room.

Your own movements are messy and greedy. You're so desperate to feel him. For the first time, Jungkook doesn't try to correct someone. He doesn't try to control you or tell you what to do, he just lets you take control.

"Fuck... baby..." his teeth graze your earlobe.
He skillfully unhooks your bra with one hand. His eyes widen just slightly for a moment, because... damn. You're perfect.
He can't stop himself. He leans down and starts sucking your breasts greedily. The taste of your skin mingled with the faint trace of your shower makes him groan low in his throat.

Your hips don't stop. You keep grinding on him sloppily. Every movement of yours sends jolts of pleasure through him and he bites down lightly on your skin, moaning against you.

He suddenly freezes and his eyes go wide. What the hell...? His chest is heaves, pulse races and before he can even process it, a strangled groan escapes him. His release spills into his boxers. Shit, he came.

He pulls back slightly disbelief written all over his face. "No... no way..." he mutters.

You stop grinding against him when you feel like the sudden wetness too. He stares down wet boxers, his mind is racing. How the hell did he come just by you grinding on him? Jungkook has always prided himself on control.

Girls never get this far, this fast.
His pride is bruised but not enough to stop him. Not when you're still clinging to him. Not when you're so deliciously tempting. And although he won't admit it out loud, there's a blush in his ears and a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. Somehow, the nerdy, quiet girl he barely thought about before - The same one he'd just intended to fuck for fun has made him come in his boxers...

Jungkook lets out a shaky laugh, dragging a hand down his face like he can't believe what just happened. But the next second, his expression hardens, lust simmering in his dark eyes as they lock onto you.

"Get up," he says. He gives your thigh a firm tap and when you blink at him in confusion, he clarifies, "On your hands and knees. In front of me."

Your stomach twists with nerves and your body freezes for a second. On fours? You hesitate, chewing on your lip, your heart hammering at the thought. He's going to see everything. You're going to be laid out and vulnerable right in front of him.

"Come on," Jungkook urges, more impatient now. "Don't get shy on me now."

Your legs feel like jelly as you move hesitantly. You crawl forward, your palms press into the mattress. Your ass in the air as you finally position yourself the way he told you to. You're so nervous, your limbs tremble a bit.

Biting your lip, you risk a glance back and your heart almost stops. Jungkook's sitting back, his toned stomach flexing as he tears open a foil packet with his teeth, pulling out a condom. The sight of him, broad shoulders tense as he rolls the condom down over himself with practiced ease makes your pulse race even faster. When he catches you looking, his lips curve into a slow smirk. He strokes himself lazily, making sure you see every movement.

"Like what you see, baby?" his is voice deep and teasing.

You snap your head forward again, mortified. You bury your face in your hands for a second. But you can still feel his eyes on you, devouring the view of your trembling body on display just for him.

You flinch when you feel the cool brush of his fingers against the back of your thigh, tugging at your stockings. Slowly he peels the thin fabric down over your ass, past your knees, until it pools at your knees. Next goes your underwear and your whole body seizes with embarrassment when the air hits you. You know you're soaked, you can feel it.

"Fuck," Jungkook breathes out. He spreads you with two fingers and is shamelessly staring at you. "You're dripping. Didn't think the nerd had it in her."

Heat floods your face but before you can even think of a reply, his thumb is pressing against your folds. You jolt, your knuckles tighten in the sheets as a moan spills out of you without your permission. He chuckles behind you, clearly enjoying how reactive you are.

"Sensitive, huh?" He drags his thumb slowly over your clit, not giving you a break. "Gonna make this nice and easy for you."

You feel one of his thick fingers push into you and your whole body clenches. The stretch makes your toes curl but it's not unbearable. He starts pumping his finger inside of you. When your breathy moans start filling the room, he adds another.

"Shit." you gasp, your arms trembling as you brace yourself.

"That's it. Take it." Jungkook mutters, his tone a mix of command and approval. His fingers curl, hitting something inside you that makes your vision blur for a second. Your moans get louder and higher pitched. Your hips twitching back against him like your body wants more even if your brain is still struggling to process everything.
And then he adds a third.

"Jungkook-!" you cry out with your eyes squeezing shut. The burn makes you gasp, your thighs tremble but his free hand presses down on your lower back to steady you.

"Relax," he says, his voice is calmer now and surprisingly soft even as his fingers stretch you open. "You can take it. You're tighter than I thought, but fuck, you're gonna be fine."

Your breath stutters as he works you open, the wet squelch of his fingers filling the silence between your whimpers. Every time you think you've adjusted, he twists them, making your legs quake beneath you.
Behind you, you hear him let out a low groan.

"You feel so damn good and I'm not even inside you yet."

His fingers slip out of you slowly, leaving you clenching around nothing. You're still trembling from the stretch he forced you to take.

The mattress dips as he shifts closer. One of his hands spreads you open again. The head of his cock nudges against your entrance and the pressure alone makes you gasp.

"Shit... you're really so tight. " he murmurs, more to himself than to you. His tone is hushed, like he isn't sure if he should be talking or just focusing.

Then he pushes in slowly and your breath catches. The sting burns immediately, stretching you in a way his fingers couldn't fully prepare you for. Your arms buckle but his hand is there firmly on your hip to ground you.

"Easy," Jungkook mutters, his voice is huskier than you've ever heard. "Don't run from me. Just... breathe."

You whimper, your face pressed into the pillow as your eyes water a little. Every inch he sinks in pulls another sound from you. He slowly eases in inch by inch. His chest rises and falls fast like he's fighting to stay in control and not just start pounding into you.

"Fuck, Y/N." he groans and there's almost disbelief in his tone.

Your eyes sting, both from the stretch and from how overwhelming it all feels. His hand rubs over your lower back soothingly as if he knows you're in pain before tightening on your hip again.

"Almost there," he rasps, pushing the last of the way in until his hips are flush with your ass. His forehead drops between his shoulder blades, his breath hot against your skin. "Goddamn... you took me all."

The ache throbs deep inside you, but beneath it there's this unbearable fullness that makes your toes curl against the sheets.
He stays buried in you for a moment with his chest heaving like he's trying to get his bearings. When he finally pulls his hips back, just a little, your whole body trembles.

You gasp and the sound is high and shaky. "Jungkook-oh-"

He pushes back in slowly, groaning low from the way your walls cling to him. "Damn... so fucking tight." he mutters, his voice is strained, his teeth are clenched like it's almost too much for him.

His pace is careful at first, small thrusts that let you stretch around him properly. He rolls his hips so that you're whimpering into the sheets. Your hands grip the blanket so hard your knuckles ache. Your moans spill out uncontrollably, coming out inpretty little sounds that fill the room over the creak of the bed.

"That's it," he murmurs with something softer in his voice despite the grit in it. "Keep making those sounds... fuck, you don't even know what you're doing to me."

Your thighs quiver, the fullness of him is so overwhelming since he's so big inside you. As he moves slowly into you, it starts to burn less. The slight pain you were feeling a while ago is replaced with a pleasant feeling that has you arching your back and pushing into him without meaning to. A low chuckle slips from his throat as his hand grabs your hip tighter.

"You like that? Hm?" He rolls his hips in deeper, getting another helpless moan from your lips. "Good girl."

Your breath hitches at the praise and you can't stop the sounds leaving you. Every time he pulls out and slides back in, a soft cry leaves your throat,

He leans down so that his chest pressed to your back. His lips brush your ear as he thrusts into you again. His minty breath fans over your skin.

"You moan so pretty. Didn't think you'd sound like this."

Your body clenches around him on its own and his groan vibrates against your ear.

"Fuck... you're gonna ruin me before I even get to fuck you properly." he says, almost like he's scolding himself.

He doesn't speed up yet, he keeps that rhythm, letting you adjust you adjust to him before he can start fucking you the way he wants. To you, it's too much and not enough at the same time.

"Please... Jungkook... harder..." you whimper, your voice trembling and high pitched. He freezes for half a second at the raw desperation in your tone.

"You want me to fuck you harder, huh?" he growls, leaning close so his chest presses against your back and his breath fans over your ear.

"Yes... please... don't stop..."

That seems to be all he needs. He pulls back just enough to get a proper angle then slams into you harder than before. The bed creaks under the force, your knees shake as you gasp and whimper loudly. Every thrust, he goes deeper inside you. He fills and stretches you perfectly. He keeps on hitting that sweet spot inside of you that has your voice rising even higher.

"You feel so good," he mutters, rolling his hips into you. "Tighter than I imagined... and you... you sound so pretty when you beg me"

His hands grip your hips tightly and he's pounding into you now. The feeling of him and the sounds leaving , makes your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

"Ah! Jungkook... Oh. Yes-ah!"

 

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Well, you don't remember much of what happened after that. You were a bit tipsy and he fucked your brains out properly on that night too. You just remember waking up in your bedroom the next morning with your body aching in the best ways possible.
You couldn't believe that you lost your virginity to him. You're not complaining though... He certainly made your first time unforgettable.

You thought it would just be a one night stand between you two, because that's how Jungkook was. He barely had sex with the same girl twice. The only time he did was if he had forgotten her face - which he did forget sometimes since he's been active with so many girls.

You didn't expect him to show up knocking at your door one Saturday morning :

 

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Your hair's a mess and you're in a stretched out T-shirt with faded cartoon prints and shorts that don't even match. You weren't expecting company, especially not his.
So when you tug the door open, rubbing sleep from your eyes and see Jungkook leaning against your doorframe, your heart quite literally stops.

"Morning." he says like it's the most normal thing in the world.

His grey sweatpants hang low on his hips and a plain white tee is stretched across his chest and arms in a way that shouldn't be legal.

You blink. "...What the hell?" It comes out half-whisper, half-gasp. "How do you even know where's my dorm?"

He shrugs, unfazed. "Mine's a few blocks down and I've seen you walking this way after classes." He tilts his head, smirking. "Didn't think I was the stalker type, did you?"

Your throat goes dry. "What are you doing here, Jungkook?" You pause, words tumbling uselessly. "You weren't supposed to come back."

Jungkook chuckles before shoving his hands into his pockets. "Wasn't supposed to?" He steps closer, enough that the smell of his cologne drifts toward you. "What? You think I fucked you and forgot your face already?"

Heat shoots straight to your cheeks and you grip the edge of the door tighter. "I just... I thought it was a one-time thing. Since that's what you do..."

For a second, his eyes flick down your body, lingering on your oversized T-shirt Oh shit, you're not even wearing a bra. The corner of his mouth twitches. "Could've been but..." His gaze meets yours again. "I was curious."

Your stomach knots. "Curious?"

"Yeah." He lazily leans against your doorframe. "You were tighter than anyone I've ever had. And you're hot as fuck yet you hide it under-" his eyes flick down at your
baggy clothes again- "this?"

You cross your arms over yourself. Gosh he's making you nervous. "It's just a T-shirt."

"Mhm." He smirks. "Cute, though. Very you."

Your heart's beating way too fast. You don't know whether to slam the door in his face, faint or invite him in. You're still standing frozen in the doorway with your arms wrapped across your chest like flimsy protection. Jungkook tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly, like he's amused by your nervousness.

"You know," he starts. "You sounded like you really enjoyed yourself."

Your stomach drops. "Jungkook-"

"You were loud," he cuts in, smirking. "Real loud. Pretty little moans in my ear, begging me to go harder, deeper... Don't act like you don't remember."

Your face burns so hot you're surprised you don't just combust right there. You want to deny it, to blame it on being tipsy or to brush it off but flashes of that night flood back :

*His mouth on your skin, his hand on your throat and the way your own voice cracked when he made you orgasm so many times. *

He notices the way you bite your lip. "And don't think I forgot how many times you came either." He pauses, like he's debating something, then adds, "I've never came so many times in one night either."

You blink at him stunned. Jungkook doesn't look embarrassed but there's a certain way his jaw tightens, almost like he regrets saying too much. Before you can speak, he straightens.

"Look. I'm not here to hold your hand or play boyfriend. That's not me." He shrugs. "But... if you want to keep hooking up, I'm down. You let me know. I'll make time for you."

Your lips part in shock and he steps closer. Close enough that you have to tilt your head up to look at him.

"And if you do say yes, I'll be gentle with you." His eyes flick down to your lips, then back to your eyes. "That night... you were still a virgin but you took me so well... I want more of that."

Your heart hammers against your ribs. This is Jeon Jungkook you're dealing with. The college's man whore. The worst possible person to have a crush on and yet you do. And now you're probably soul-tied to him since he took your innocence.

You think about how he had been holding your hips so tightly, how he had been pounding into you, how he had let you ride him while guiding your movements that night. Yeah, you definitely wanted to experience that again and again. So you agreed to his simple deal. Nothing complicated. Just sex, whenever either of you wanted.

Of course, you had your ginormous crush on him but you buried it under the pretense of just being his hookup.

You thought maybe he would stop hooking up with other girls now that he had you. But you couldn't have been more wrong. Sometimes you'd see him with girls on different days. He'd be up against some random girl in the hallway, with his tongue down her throat. Other times you'd hear whispers about him busy in someone's dorm.

It stung but you told yourself you couldn't expect him to change just because you had become his frequent fuck. And he was frequent. He made sure to be with you at least four times a week, sometimes more if neither of you were busy.

It wasn't just the usual quickies either. He took you everywhere. In the backseat of his car, your tiny dorm desk and even the showers in the gym locker rooms late at night. He liked to watch you squirm when he fucked you, somewhere you both could get caught.

Christmas was the only time you said no. He had you pinned to your bed, telling you how pretty you'd look bouncing on his cock by the Christmas tree lights. He tried to tug your panties down, but you pushed him off. You told him Christmas was special to you and that you didn't want to be a sinner on that day. He'd rolled his eyes but respected your decision. He also ended up staying over that night to spend it with you.

The second the calendar went from New Year's Eve into New Year's Day, he had you bent over, fucking you through the countdown. Fireworks boomed outside while his hips slammed into you, his voice was low against your ear, licking your earlobe.

"Start the year off right, baby... with me buried in this tight pussy." He didn't let up until you were crying his name into the sheets.

It became a routine after that, Jungkook fucking you like it was his favourite pastime. He whispered things that stuck in your head even after he left.

"No one else gets this pussy. Just me." or "You have no idea how lucky I am... Fuck, no one feels this good but you."

And then came Valentine's Day. He had showed up with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of roses, smirking like he was making fun of the holiday. But he still handed them to you and muttered. "Don't say I never got you shit.

And that night was the first time he went down on you. Jungkook had sworn he didn't eat pussy because he was only with girls for his own pleasure. But that night he had your thighs thrown over his shoulders and his tongue buried between your legs. You were half-convinced he was just doing it to prove something but the way he groaned against you said otherwise.

"Taste so fucking good... should've been doing this from the start."

You had tugged on his hair, moaning louder than you ever had and he grinned against your heat before making you come hard enough that your legs shook.

And that was also the first time you went raw with him. He'd whispered against your neck as he slid into you bare, both of you moaning together at how much better it felt.

You should've hated how easily you gave in to him. But every single time he had been intimate with you and whispered how much he loved being inside you, it felt impossible to stop this whole thing. The physical intimacy had in time made you fall harder for him and eventually you realised that you were in love with him...

 

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