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jiminnierecs · 4 years ago

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BUNNY

An anonymous streamer puts on a show every couple of days. When you become one of his biggest fans, your social life takes a hit—you'd rather stay glued to your laptop and stare at him than go out and meet men in real life. But, what if?

⤑ word count: 17.5k ⤑ genre: smut [oral (m and f receiving), intercourse, dirty talk, unprotected sex], friends to lovers, camboy!jk, aka jk is too shy to date but not to put on a show 😏 ⤑ rating: 18+!!!! ⤑ pairing: reader x jungkook

It was weird, for sure. Still, you felt that it was even weirder that you always needed another person to experience an orgasm. You had a feeling it shouldn’t be like that.

Of course, you didn’t mind it that much when you were in a relationship—you’d have a mouth on you and fingers in you and getting there would be really easy. Plus, you got to do it whenever you felt like it.

The problem was, you couldn’t make it happen on your own. Now that you were single, it was a huge problem.

You’ve tried God knows how many times, but it just wasn’t happening.

You’ve tried watching porn, but that didn’t work either. You’d get turned on, but nothing would happen other than your private parts getting too sensitive. It would always end up with you quitting in frustration.

The thing with the shower head didn’t work, either.

You got yourself a dildo, but that didn’t help at all.

Then, you ordered a vibrator—and of course your roommate was the one who the delivery guy handed it to—but it didn’t do much good. Taehyung still wasn’t letting you live that down. You loved living with him, but at times, he was the biggest man-child out there. How anyone could have sex with him was beyond you, considering he was still teasing people about masturbation.

You were slowly becoming desperate and then you decided to read more about female orgasms, see what could potentially help you, and that’s when you first saw someone mentioning moaning solo videos. You weren’t sure what that meant, but you were willing to try—at that point, you were down to try anything.

Of course, it was guys jerking off and being very vocal. While that got you excited, it didn’t help you orgasm. It just got you even more turned on.

By that time, you were more than frustrated. At one point, you considered just asking Taehyung to eat you out. He’d be down, you were sure, not because he had any special interest in you, but because it was a sexual activity and he never turned those down. Still, it’d be a new low for you and you were willing to try anything else before you sunk to new depths.

That’s how you found yourself on Reddit, going through subreddits about moaning videos, female masturbation, and advice on how to make yourself come. You were sick and tired of all the it’s-all-in-the-head or you-just-need-to-relax bullshit—you just wanted someone to give you some good piece of advice so you could finally come and get it over with.

And then, some girl said she had the same problem until she started watching camboys. Now, that sparked your interest so you went down the rabbit hole and found a recommendation for a user named Bunny. He was a guy who never showed his face, but had a great body and cock, and was very vocal when jerking off.

He’d stream on a website and watchers could tip him. The women said it helped them get off a lot quicker than anything else—they felt like they were in the room with him.

So, you found yourself making an account and deciding to watch Bunny the next time he streamed, on a Friday night and you did not regret it.

It felt awkward at first. What if someone saw you?

Watching porn was one thing—watching a man jerk off in real time was completely different. Not even the piece of tape you placed over your camera helped you feel any better. At least the FBI guy tracking you wouldn’t see you jerk off to this. It was indeed a new low.

But then, the show started and you forgot all about your worries when a naked muscly guy walked into frame and sat down on the chair. The camera was positioned to get everything below his chin so you couldn’t see any of his facial features or hair, but you could see his toned, firm chest and thick thighs. The center of it all was his cock, big even when soft.

As soon as you saw the small bunny tattoo next to his right hip, you understood the nickname.

It started slow—he sat down, squirted some lube onto his cock and started to jerk it slowly, getting it hard. You weren’t sure if he was watching porn or doing something else, but it didn’t take him long to get completely erect.

As soon as he started the show, you understood where all the women who recommended him were coming from—he was fucking hot even before he began moaning, and then he did, and you found yourself wanting to get off.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to close your eyes and enjoy his moaning or whether you wanted to stay glued to the screen and enjoy the image as much as the sound. You opted for the latter and you couldn’t get enough of his veiny hand stroking his cock, the other playing with his balls, while hisses and sharp inhales left his mouth.

And then, he started speaking in a very low tone which made your insides turn with excitement. It felt like he was right there.

“You like this, huh?” He grunted, and it felt like he was talking to you.

Then, he moaned as he picked up his pace. His hips started to thrust and it looked like he was fucking his fist, so it was easy to imagine yourself there being fucked instead of his fist. He looked smooth and firm all over and it became hard to look away from his body.

“You—ahhh, fuck, you make me so hard,” he grunted and sighed deeply. “Make me come all over myself,” he mumbled again in between loud moans and grunts.

Fuck, this man was amazing.

You touched your clit, your vibrator inside of you, and had a hard time focusing on only one aspect of his body—everything was perfect: his chest, especially now that his nipples have hardened and you imagined yourself grazing them; his stomach, lean and strong; his thighs, now spread, allowing you a great view of his cock, balls, and the lower part of his buttocks, all of which was so inviting you couldn’t stop thinking about licking him all over.

His long fingers stroked his balls gently, rubbed them around in his palm, tugged at them, squeezed them, while he moved his fingers up and down his cock. It went on for around ten minutes, this little show he put on, and by the eight minute, you were sweaty, dripping wet, your cunt squeezing the toy, pulsating around it, wanting to feel the real thing.

The hand that was rubbing your clit was starting to hurt, but you didn’t want to stop—you were so close you could feel it.

It did, however, feel like you had to pee, but you ignored the feeling and kept rubbing your clit harshly, feeling it harden under your fingertips, in need of a tongue to play with it. Sadly, your hand was the best you could do.

“Take me in your mouth,” Bunny said, wrapping his slender fingers around his base and pointing his cock at the camera. Then, he slapped his wet cock against his open palm and the sound of it made you grunt loudly.

“Make me fucking come,” he grunted and started to move his hand faster.

Each stroke enticed more curses and hisses from his lips, and the moaning got louder. He was now saying profanities. The tipping point for you when he started moaning the words faster, baby, faster all over again. His voice sounded low and deep, his cock seemed so red, veiny, and inviting, and the vibrator inside of you felt like a real cock for a second, so you let go and felt your walls pulsating harder against the toy as you came.

You removed the toy quickly because of the insane amount of pressure that had built up inside of you and as soon as you did that, a streak of liquid shot out of you all over the bed. Since your other hand was still touching your clit, the liquid dripped out of your quickly for a couple of seconds longer and your chest heaved up and down, your mind going blank as you let your head rest against the pillow, Bunny’s sweet low moans in the background.

Just then, his moans got a lot higher in tone and you looked at the screen just fast enough to catch him blowing his load all over himself—his chest, his thighs, his fingers, his balls. Bunny jerked himself off until he got every last drop out and then he said a quick bye and turned off the livestream.

You felt relief over him coming but then you remembered that you’d peed your bed.

Was it pee? It couldn’t be squirt.

Is this what squirting felt like? If so, it was heavenly.

The liquid seemed to have no color to it so you didn’t think it was pee. You smelled it and it didn’t smell like it. Ok, maybe a bit.

Feeling ashamed that you knew so little about something so normal, you googled it and after half an hour of research, you concluded that it was indeed squirt and that Bunny was the best moaning soloist out there. If you had any perverted girl friends, you would have definitely recommended his work.

The next Friday, you tuned in just to tip him some money because you didn’t do it the last week and if anyone deserved your money, it was him for making you come so hard after such a long time. You told yourself you’d just tip him and leave, but this time he brought some kind of oil and massaged himself all over, guttural moans leaving his mouth a lot more often than the last time, and you came again, this time around the 7 minute mark.

So, that was a weird part of your life you rarely spoke to people about. How in the hell were you going to bring it up in a casual conversation? You couldn’t talk to Taehyung about chores and slip in the fact that you’ve not only managed to make yourself come but squirt all thanks to a stranger online who broadcasted his jerk-off sessions. So you didn’t mention it, but Taehyung noticed a change in your behavior.

When he realized you finally came—he knew the struggle was real—Taehyung decided to try to get you to go out with his friends more.

“You’ll never meet a guy and have some fun if you work and stay in your room all day,” he nudged you and you decided to go because he was right.

You spent an additional four months getting off to Bunny, not even dating.

Men didn’t interest you in the slightest for a while, mostly because of the bad breakup, and it was so hard to meet someone normal.

Since Taehyung was offering you to join him and two of his closest friends, you figured you had nothing left to lose.

What else were you going to do, stay home and get yourself off to Bunny?

He wasn’t even streaming that Saturday, so you really had nothing to lose.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Taehyung was always an anomaly in your eyes. He was cute, funny, handsome, yet he became completely undatable the second you realized he’d fuck whoever offers. Well, almost, but that was the point—he was down to try whatever and he enjoyed living life like that.

The anomaly part came into play when you met his friends.

He, the biggest player out there, was hanging out with Jimin, a guy who’s been with the same partner for what seemed like decades, and Jungkook, an awkward gamer kid who got laid less than you, which really said a lot about him.

It’s not that you didn’t like Jungkook and Jimin—quite the contrary—but you just never imagined that the three of them could be friends.

Jimin was in a stable relationship, wasn’t a womanizer, didn’t go out as much as Taehyung, and didn’t really care for partying anymore. Still, he was very fun to be around and you always engaged in banter with him.

Jungkook has probably never cared for partying, which is why it was so surprising that Taehyung and him hung out at all. He was a couple of years younger than your roommate, and you figured that Taehyung took Jungkook under his wing and tried to teach him his ways, but failed miserably.

If you’ve ever met a man completely uninterested in contact with women, it was that guy.

As luck would have it, the two of them were the only ones going out with you and Taehyung, so you had to get over your prejudice and be nice to everyone.

The pre-drinks happened at your place and Jimin brought some pizzas while Jungkook was in charge of the beverage. He rarely said much to you, so you weren’t surprised when he grunted a hello at you and started talking to Tae like you weren’t there.

Jimin, on the other hand, hugged you and complimented you on your looks and outfit. Of course, none of that meant he was interested—it was just his way of being nice. You appreciated it nonetheless since you got so little action that even a compliment from a taken man was enough to help your struggling ego.

What didn’t help it was Taehyung blasting you in front of his friends a couple of drinks in, after you joked about him bringing yet another random girl home. It was funny because she stole your sliced bread when she left, and you couldn’t stop laughing about it from the second you two figured out that was where the bread left. Of all the things she could have taken, why the sliced bread!?

“Funny coming from someone who hasn’t gotten laid in weeks,” Taehyung pretended to glare at you, but you could tell he didn’t care about your teasing.

If he thought his comment was offensive, you could do him one better. “Try months,” you chuckled, which made Taehyung gasp.

“Pa-the-tic,” he dragged each syllable and ended with a laugh. “Guys, we really need to find her a date tonight.”

“You will do no such thing,” you tried to keep a straight face, but failed. “You three couldn’t find a decent guy even if you tried.”

“Hey, hey,” Jimin lifted both his hands up and sneered at you. “I know some very cool guys you’d be really into.”

“Where are they!?” You pretended to look around to find these friends of his, which earned you a playful smack from Taehyung and a small smile from Jungkook, who wasn’t saying much the whole night, as per usual. “If they’re anything like Taehyung, I’ll pass, thanks.”

“Yeah, she’d much rather fuck toys than real human beings,” Taehyung chuckled and you noticed how Jungkook’s head snapped in your direction, but he looked at you for a split second before looking at his drink again.

You knew that Jungkook wanted to participate in these conversations and you were sure he’d have interesting things to say since everyone said he was so much fun, but he never did, at least not when you were around.

“Do you know what privacy means or is that a foreign concept to you?” You mumbled, shaking your head and pouring yourself another gin-tonic to prepare yourself for where the conversation was about to go. Taehyung and privacy just didn’t go together.

“I’m just explaining the situation so the guys know what we’re dealing with here,” Taehyung nudged you, as what he was saying was completely normal and acceptable. “We’re just trying to help you find a decent person, get out of your room, and experience something great. After your breakup, I really thought you’d never go out with someone again, so I’m really happy you’ve decided to join us on this lovely night.”

“That’s really sweet of you guys, but I’m not even sure I’m interested in dating,” you leaned back into the sofa and took a sip of the drink, feeling the bitterness of it against your tongue and hoping it would hit you soon.

“Fine, sex it is!” Taehyung patted your thigh excitedly. “This means that the number of eligible single men has gone up significantly, which is actually great news. Jimin, what about Yoongi?”

“Engaged,” Jimin shrugged and looked at you like he was breaking your heart when in fact, you didn’t even know who the guy in question was.

“Okay, then Jungkook… What about… Seokjin?” Taehyung asked and looked at the youngest person in the room, who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. When he realized it was a question for him, Jungkook snapped out of it and shot a glance your way.

“Uh, nope,” he simply said and when Taehyung kept staring at him, he realized he’d have to explain his response. “With all due respect,” he looked at you and smiled faintly, as if he was just going to insult you. “Seokjin is actually trying to settle down and since you’re not really interested in dating, it’s not a good match.”

“That’s true,” you agreed with a nod, clearly surprising him. “There’s no point in wasting someone’s time.”

“How’s sex a waste of anyone’s time!?” Taehyung scoffed, shaking his head at you. “You’re both dumb. I think Jin knows his way around women and it’s exactly what you,” he looked at you now, “need.”

“Jungkook just said the guy’s not interested in sex only,” you waved your hand and downed the rest of your drink. “I don’t even know these guys so I don’t think any of it would work.”

“Namjoon?” Jimin said, making everyone’s head snap in his direction.

Taehyung jumped up excitedly, spilling a bit of his drink over his pants. “Fuck! That’s a great idea!” Then, he turned to you, still rushing with excitement. “Namjoon is really interesting and you’d find him hot. He’s smart. Has a bit of a problem getting comfortable around ladies, but so do most guys before they get confident. He’s Jungkook’s friend.”

You guessed that much yourself when you heard his description—you couldn’t imagine Jungkook in the company of a guy who knew how to talk to women, unless it was Jimin or Taeyhung.

“And,” Jimin lifted his finger, trying to make a point. “He’s no stranger to a one-night stand, so if you’re not looking for anything serious and you don’t want to get to know him and all that, I’m sure he’d be down.”

“What man is a stranger to one-night stands!?” You scoffed, thinking it was a ridiculous statement. In your experience, all men ever wanted was to fuck without any commitments.

“Jungkook!” Jimin and Taehyung said in unison before bursting into laughter, and it made you feel sorry for him.

“Sorry, dude, it was just the perfect setup,” Taehyung reached out to pat his head and Jungkook shrugged, getting frustrated. You could tell that by the way he tongued his cheek.

“You two should both get out more and talk to more people,” Jimin looked at you and Jungkook. “You because you really need to get laid and Jungkook because he needs to talk to more women, period.”

“Right!? It’s time, man,” Taehyung added his two cents. “Namjoon gets away with his awkwardness because he has the balls to ask someone to come home with him. If you did the same, someone would say yes, and you’d get laid.”

“It’s as easy as that,” Jimin decided to delve into it a bit more. “Sooner or later, you’ll hit it off with someone even if you don’t know what to say. I know you overthink it, but trust me, sometimes women don’t want you to talk to them or be all romantic or have great pick up lines. Sometimes, they just don’t expect to be swept off their feet and that’s where you come in.”

As someone who wasn’t that close to Jungkook, mostly because he always seemed to be embarrassed in your or any kind of female company, you felt bad for him. The guys were implying that there was no way he’d attract a woman into wanting to date him, so the best he could do was find someone who just wanted to get laid and who’d overlook his “flaw” of being shy.

Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the fact that the two guys had just picked on you for the lack of a sex life, but you decided to step in for Jungkook.

“Some girls find shyness attractive,” you said, surprising all three of them, but mostly Jungkook, whose mouth formed an O for a second. “You’re both being pricks to him. Not everyone wants the guy to be all slick and confident, it’s a turn off for some girls.”

“Oh, really?” Taehyung expressed his disapproval by scoffing loudly. “Name one.”

“Me,” you looked at him like he was an idiot, because he was. “When have I ever gone home with a guy who walked up to me with the attitude you two are trying to make seem presentable? Never.”

“When have you ever gone home with a random guy ever?” Taehyung asked confidently, knowing he had you there.

“Okay, fair enough,” you shrugged, realizing Taehyung was right. Still, that didn’t make your statement any less true. “But what I said still stands. I know a lot of women and I am certain they’d be put off by a sleazy guy trying to get them to go to bed.”

“Of course, that’s true,” Jimin chirped. “But you have to remember this—a guy who walks up to everyone in the club is more likely to get laid than the one who doesn’t talk to anyone at the club,” he looked at Jungkook, who seemed to be regretting going out with you all in the first place. “We just want Jungkook to come out of his shell and talk to a girl.”

“That’s it!” Taehyung clapped in excitement. “You two should talk to each other more. Like, you can help Jungkook get over his shyness with women and he could introduce you to some of his single friends. They’re a bit younger, but most of them are single.”

The plan was great, you had to admit, but you knew it wouldn’t work. Jungkook, as always, tried his best to ignore you. You spoke a couple of times during the night and you both went home alone, like losers, which Taehyung called you when you said you were tired and wanted to leave.

Funnily enough, once you got home, showered, dried your hair, and got under your sheets, you noticed that Bunny was streaming, so you joined the stream and got off to the sweet sound of his moans once again, falling asleep peacefully.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

You’d practically given up on your social life after that lame attempt, but Taehyung wasn’t having it.

He barged into your room on a Friday night and thank fuck you weren’t watching the Bunny stream which was on at that moment because he would have caught you red-handed and would have never ever let you forget about it. You’d probably have to move out because of sheer embarrassment.

Luckily, you tried to be a strong person that night and resist your urges to watch Bunny. You didn’t want to watch him or anyone else. If you were going to come, you were going to do it with a man or on your own.

The decision came after Bunny streamed three days in a row and you cancelled two separate plans with your friends so you could be home to catch the live-streams.

It was an act of an obsessed person and you didn’t want to become that, so you were trying to spend that Friday night watching a movie instead of being a horny loser and watching him yet another time and not being a step closer to meeting someone in real life.

Instead, Taehyung managed to drag you out of bed.

He was dying to go out and wanted to find company. Jungkook said they would drink at his place at 9pm but wasn’t responding to Taehyung’s texts and Jimin couldn’t make it. The other guys were also busy, so you were his last hope for a good night out. Taehyung’s life was really sad if you were his only hope, and you made that very clear, but your bitter comment just made him laugh.

In an hour, you got out of your room, ready to party just to find him packing the alcohol into a bag.

“Where are we going?”

“Jungkook’s not responding, but he’s home. It’s Friday. Where else would he be?” Taehyung laughed at his own joke, as if it was impossible Jungkook had other plans. “No, seriously, he’s probably working out. We’ll remind him of our plan and drink while he gets ready.”

You decided to tag along because anything beat staying at home, tempted to turn on the live-stream. No, hanging out with friends and meeting real people was much better. Besides, you’d given up on Bunny.

Taehyung knocked on the front door of Jungkook’s apartment loudly, so loud it would have woken up dead people. After what seemed like minutes, a red in the face, sweaty, wet-haired Jungkook opened the door. He was wearing a sweatshirt and shorts and seemed exhausted.

At first, he seemed surprised to see you two there but then it dawned on him that he’d forgotten the agreement with Taehyung, so he slapped his forehead. “Fuck! I’m sorry, come in,” he said, opening the door.

Taehyung grunted at him and went straight for the kitchen while you opted for the living room. You’d been there before, but you didn’t really feel comfortable walking through his apartment like that. Taehyung always made himself at home. Jungkook stood there awkwardly until Taehyung got back, and you two shot glances at each other. “Sorry, I’ll go have a shower and I’ll join you.”

“No, don’t worry! Take your time, jerk off while you’re at it,” Taehyung laughed at his own joke again and handed you the glass while Jungkook ran off to the bathroom.

“You’re mean,” you told him, pouring the juice into the glasses Taehyung had already filled with vodka. “It happens, people forget.”

“It’s Friday night and this dude is working out all alone in his room,” he seemed dissatisfied with Jungkook’s choice. “It’s like he doesn’t even want our help!”

“Dude, you’re going out with a friend. Stop acting like you’re the Red Cross and you’re doing him a huge favor,” you spat the words at him, hoping he’d understand he was treating Jungkook a bit unfairly. “Going out should be a fun experience, and not whatever you’re trying to make this into. No wonder he pretended to forget about this.”

“Okay, I get what you mean, but listen,” he leaned in and sighed, as if he was just going to explain why he was right about this as he was about everything. “He needs help. I mean it!”

“You’re a jerk,” you rolled your eyes. Yeah, Jungkook had a problem talking to women, but you were sure he wasn’t as desperate as Taehyung made him sound.

“A month ago, he promised me and Jimin he would make more of an effort to talk to you,” Taehyung leaned back into the sofa and laughed. “Look how great that’s going for him!”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the only woman he has access to,” Taehyung looked at you like you were stupid while frowning. “We didn’t tell him to hit on you or anything like that. Just to talk to you because you’re a woman. The more he talks to you, the less relaxed he’ll be talking with other girls, right?”

“Okay, I see your point. That’s not such a bad idea,” you had to agree even though you didn’t want to agree with any of Taehyung’s tactics. “But he never speaks to me.”

“That’s my exact fucking point! That’s why I’m so frustrated with him. You’re right here! Jimin asks questions about your sex life that even I wouldn’t dare ask and Jungkook can’t even ask you how you’re doing. I mean, he does do that from time to time, let’s give him that. But he leaves it at small talk and he does that with everyone. He’s bad at small talk, so it never leads anywhere.”

“Maybe he’d do better with some deeper topics, you never know,” you suggested. “He does seem to have a lot more interests than you, if I’m honest.”

“Because he plays games?”

“And works out,” you pointed out, which made your roommate laugh. “And cleans, from the look of it.”

“Cleaning is not an interest. It’s a way for fucked up people to get out of their thoughts,” Taehyung looked happy with his conclusion. “Know how I know? I live with you. Ha!”

You had no choice but to laugh at his pettiness. Even though Taehyung sometimes seemed cruel, he was actually just straightforward and honest with people, whether they liked it or not. You, for one, enjoyed having that kind of honesty. You hated when people tiptoed around, so he was the perfect choice for a roommate.

Right then, Jungkook came out of the bathroom, mumbling apologies because he forgot to take clean clothes with him to the bathroom. Now, you didn’t want to be a perv and stare at him wrapped only in a towel, but you were interested in seeing his body. Everyone always kept talking about how he worked out hard to build up his confidence, so you were just curious about it. Besides, it’s been a long time since you’d seen anyone naked from the waist up.

The sneak peek was enough to take you aback. A guy with a body like that was that flustered around women? Him? It didn’t make sense. Jungkook seemed to be chiseled from head to toe.

Your gaze unwillingly flew down to his crotch, making you feel like a total creep, and that’s when you saw it.

It was right there, staring at you.

You choked on your drink, sat up straight, and cleared your throat repeatedly, feeling like someone has hit the air out of your chest. Taehyung was watching Jungkook make his way from the bathroom to the room, but when he noticed your reaction to Jungkook’s half naked body, he turned his attention to you, extremely curious about everything.

Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks to look at you and he saw you ogling his bunny tattoo.

Then, you lifted your gaze and it met his. and you knew he knew. In that moment, you were 100% sure he knew you’d recognized him from the tattoo. This meant that he also knew you watched his videos, which was a total defeat and embarrassment you’d never get over.

He knew!

He disappeared into his bedroom and Taehyung screamed loudly. “Oh my God! You just eye-fucked Jungkook so hard!” He patted your thigh and screamed out again. “This is fucking marvelous!”

Luckily, Taehyung wasn’t in the streaming world so he had no idea what had just happened there. You, on the other hand, felt mortified, but you clinged on to the hope that you were making it up and that a) Jungkook wasn’t Bunny and b) if he were, he didn’t know you watched him. One of the options had to be true.

He couldn’t be Bunny, right? Jungkook?

The can’t-talk-to-a-woman-to-save-his-life dude? He’s Bunny?

You were making it up. God knows how many men out there had this tacky tattoo.

“Shut up,” you said as you poured yourself a shot of vodka and downed it, feeling yourself sweating. This couldn’t be happening!

“Oh come on, you were ogling the dude,” Taehyung spread his arms out in confusion, blissfully unaware of your inner turmoil. “Besides, you’re looking to get laid, so is he. How didn’t I think of it before? You two should fuck. If you do want it, just tell him. He’d be more than happy to, trust me!”

“And how would you know?” You glared at him, annoyed at his words, but mostly at yourself for giving yourself away like that. Even if Jungkook was Bunny, you shouldn’t have reacted that way. He never would have known! “Oh, I forgot, you know everything!”

“No, Jungkook’s my friend and I remember him telling me he’d like to fuck you many, many times,” he glared right back, sticking his tongue out at you like a little kid who was fighting another kid. “So, please. I’m telling you, if you want to fuck him, I won’t judge. I mean, he looks hot without his shirt on, I have to admit it.”

“That’s not the point,” you shook your head, not even thinking about the proposed idea. All you could think about was Bunny, Bunny, Bunny. There was the slightest chance that it was Jungkook. “He’s your friend. I don’t want you to know anything about my naked body, for starters.”

“Ouch,” Taehyung placed a hand over his heart and poured you another drink. “I’m not that sleazy, and neither is Jungkook, so chill out.”

You changed the topic to a girl Taehyung was seeing this week and hoped he wouldn’t mention anything when Jungkook joined you.

A drink later, he did exactly that as soon as Jungkook walked out of his bedroom, completely dressed in a black button up and dark jeans, and sat down next to Taehyung. You sneaked a glance his way and tried to figure out whether Bunny’s body was hiding underneath those clothes. Was he Bunny?

“I’ve just had a great idea,” Taehyung informed him while handing him the drink he prepared—two thirds vodka, one third juice. “I’ll go out and leave you two to fuck.”

The suggestion made Jungkook stare at Taehyung in awe before turning his attention to you. Now, he seemed a lot more confident than earlier—he managed to look straight into your eyes as if he was waiting for you to say something. When he realized you weren’t going to indulge him, he spoke up. “What?”

“She drooled after seeing you naked. You’re trying to fuck, she’s in desperate need of a real dick, so why the hell not?” Taehyung looked at Jungkook and then at you, but you were too busy staring at each other.

Did he know?

Earlier, you hoped not, but seeing him stare at you like that told you he did. He’d never looked at you like this before, not shying away from your gaze.

He knew.

Jungkook knew you got off while watching him do the same and he suddenly gained a lot more confidence than you were used to seeing from him.

Would he mention it, though? That was the real question here.

If he did, would Taehyung ever let you live it down?

God, what would happen when Jimin found out!? The two of them would never let it go.

Would you ever be able to be in the same room as Jungkook? The worst part about it, your nights with Bunny were over, period. All chances of going back were ruined.

“I actually think it’s a great idea,” Jungkook said in a straight tone, surprising everyone in the room.

“Fuck!” Taehyung jumped up, downed his drink, and grabbed his jacket, clearly deciding to leave you two to it. “See you fuckers!”

“Tae!” You spoke up, but too late. He was already by the front door, dimming the lights. “Since you’re both awkward fucks, it’s better that the lights aren’t that bright. See you tomorrow, fuck each other’s brains out, bye!”

He slammed the door and a really long and uncomfortable silence ensued. You weren’t sure why Jungkook said what he’d said, or why you didn’t react sooner, or why Taehyung left like this was a great idea. Most of all, you were worried about your little secret and whether Jungkook would say it out loud and make it real.

Jungkook downed the drink Taehyung had given him a couple of minutes prior and then poured himself another one. He decided to pour some more vodka in your drink too, like he knew you needed it badly. Then, he sighed loudly and downed that drink too before shooting a glance at you.

“So, I think we should… Uh… Discuss this?” Jungkook said, clearing his throat before sighing again and finally looking at you for more than a second. Sadly, he did it when you least wanted it.

“W-what exactly?” Your voice gave out on you, cracking when you spoke up, so you had a bit of the drink to wash down the awkwardness. What the fuck was wrong with you? He probably didn’t even know you knew. He wasn’t Bunny, there was no fucking way. It was just Jungkook.

“Bunny,” he said the word confidently. Oh, so he was Bunny. And now he knew you knew.

The man in front of you helped you have the best orgasms you’ve ever had and now he knew it. He was Taehyung’s friend. Everyone would find out. Your reputation would be ruined, as if it hasn’t already suffered enough.

“Oh,” you said, words not coming to you. What were you supposed to say? Yeah, I jerk off to you almost every night? Embarrassing. “I’d rather not.”

“Do me a favor and do it?” He looked at you questioningly and you weren’t sure what he was referring to—did he want you to talk about it or do what Taehyung suggested?

You sighed, realizing that you couldn’t just get up and run away without talking about this with him, no matter how terrifying it sounded. It was Jungkook and you had to run into him eventually. Besides, Taehyung would try to force it out of you. “What exactly do you want to talk about?”

If he’d asked you what you thought about his dick or something as Taehyung-like as that, you would have run straight for the door and cried your way home. Thankfully, Jungkook had more tact than that. In fact, that wasn’t his biggest concern.

“I know it’s awkward,” he said, rubbing his hands against his pants. “But it’s the same for me, so we’re even.”

“Uh, I think it’s weirder on my side,” you told him, not making yourself feel any better. To do that, you drank some more of your drink, thankful for the extra vodka Jungkook had added earlier. You needed something stronger if you were about to discuss this whole thing with Jungkook.

“I don’t know how to go about this, but… It’s kind of weird knowing you know what I do,” he said, looking straight ahead. “And I’d prefer it if you didn’t talk about it. To Taehyung or Jimin or, actually, anyone.”

“I won’t if you won’t,” you offered the deal without thinking—you would have done anything for this to stay between the two of you.

“Deal,” he reached out to shake your hand and you took it without hesitation. When he touched you, you realized those were the same hands you watched wrapped around his cock, the same hands that would eventually end up sprayed with coats of cum, that would caress his balls. The same hands you wished were on you so many fucking time. Fuck. “Glad we could, uh, work this out.”

“I’ll drink to that,” you said and downed the rest of your drink, getting up. “I’ll get going now.”

“You-you don’t want to stay and talk?” He asked, seemingly confused. Clearly, Jungkook didn’t think this was as embarrassing for you as it was for him. Why in the hell would you want to discuss this with him of all people? You wanted to forget it ever happened.

“About what?” You stopped dead in your tracks, unsure of what you should do.

“I mean,” he scoffed, looking down at his hands as he rested his elbows on his thighs. “If we don’t talk now, things will be extremely awkward the next time Taehyung sees us.”

Oh fuck, Taehyung. You forgot all about the fact that he thought you stayed here to fuck. He would want to hear all the details, for sure. He had probably already texted absolutely all of your mutual friends to tell them the great news of how he hit two birds with one stone tonight with you two.

“Ah, fuck,” you grunted, sitting back down, realizing that ou had to do this. “Did you have to tell him we’d fuck!?”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook really did look apologetic, you had to give him that. “I just didn’t know how else to get you to talk to me alone. I sure as fuck didn’t want to discuss this at the club.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” you nodded, imagining the horror of having a drunken public conversation about Jungkook being the livestream god that you got off to more often than not. “I mean, we could have avoided it altogether.”

You watched Jungkook as the corners of his mouth formed a smile. “And what after?” Then, he turned to look straight at you and you didn’t have an answer for him. “Things would get even weirder.”

“Face it, things will be weird,” you said with a shrug. “Please, pour some vodka.”

Jungkook did as you asked, topping up his drink as well before you both downed them, gulping like you hadn’t had a sip to drink in years. Embarrassment was a real bitch. You never usually had a problem with talking to people—whether you were sexually interested in them or not. Now it seemed that you’ve morphed into Jungkook and that both of you were equally uncomfortable around each other.

“Can we make it not weird somehow?” He suggested and you could tell he was really going through it. After all, this was the longest and most serious conversation you two have ever had.

“Okay, we’re adults,” you said, nodding before sighing deeply. Fuck, this was awkward. You’ve gotten off to Jungkook. “You have to understand that it’s really kind of embarrassing to sit here when you know I watch you.”

“Watch?” He cocked an eyebrow up, seeming more interested in the conversation all of a sudden. “Like, regularly?”

You shot him a glare, sensing that he was enjoying this piece of information a lot more than he was supposed to. “Don’t even fucking start,” you waved your hand at him. “It’s weird.”

“Well, it’s worse on this end, trust me.”

You frowned in confusion. “How the fuck is it worse?”

“You’ve seen me naked. You know what I do. You could blackmail me for life. All I know about you is that you watch online porn, wow!” He shook his head and looked down again, seeming defeated. “It’s a hell of a lot worse.”

“Okay, you have a point,” you chuckled, finally understanding his side of things. “But still, like you’ve said, I��ve seen you naked and I’ve—fuck, why does it have to be this weird—I’ve gotten off on that. That’s infinitely more weird than what you do.”

“Everyone watches porn, not everyone makes it,” he made a good point. “Besides, that’s just like a really good fucking compliment.”

You wanted to tell him that it was a compliment because he had the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen and you’ve never even thought of dicks as something nice—they were a means to a very happy end. However, you couldn’t say that. It was Jungkook, the guy who had trouble talking to you about anything serious! And you jerked off when watching him do the same and wishing he was filling you up instead of your vibrator. It was gross and weird and uncomfortable.

“Sure, but you’re just putting content out there. I really didn’t know it was you, I swear,” you said before sipping your drink again, hoping it would make this less embarrassing. It felt like you’d invaded his privacy. He had this whole secret life no one knew about and he liked it, and then you came and fucked it all up. “Had I known, I really wouldn’t have watched!”

“That’s the whole point,” he chuckled, a smile playing on his lips even after the chuckle died out. He rubbed his bottom lip with his index finger while holding his glass and staring right ahead.

“What is?” If there was a point, you completely missed it but it was no wonder, considering that you were thinking about all the times you practically drooled over Taehyung’s best friend.

“I don’t… Women don’t really like me, right?” He shrugged and it made you feel bad for him for a second. Did he really think he was that unappealing? “Not in real life anyway. But, when I go online, so many of them do.”

That was true, so fucking many women wanted a piece of him. You saw women giving him hundreds of dollars so he’d say a certain phrase or a name and if that didn’t qualify as popular with women, you didn’t know what else did. The fact that Bunny was Jungkook was shocking mostly because of the difference in self-confidence between the two. Bunny was proud to flaunt his body, Jungkook couldn’t even look at a woman for more than two seconds.

“So you don’t do it for the money?” You asked, which made him look at you and frown for a second before shaking his head.

“Not really,” he admitted without taking a second to think about your question. “Does it come in handy? Sure, I have a bigger savings account than I ever thought I would, but it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s a confidence thing, I guess,” Jungkook said after downing the rest of his drink. He looked at the bottle but then decided not to pour again. “As you know because my friends won’t stop fucking me because of it, I’m not that great at talingk to women. I say something, don’t know what else to say, can’t think of anything funny or interesting, and just, uh, fuck up in general,” he was getting flustered so he took a deep breath. “Like right now. But okay. So I started working out to feel better. I have some online friends and someone jokingly said I had a good voice and should record moaning videos. We all laughed it off but then I did it. I didn’t tell them, clearly, but I wanted to see if it would get anyone going. It did, so I created more, and then eventually it led to videos. When I posted the first one, it was the first time I got a compliment on my looks from a woman. And not the you’re-so-cute, you’re-such-a-nice-guy-, I-like-you-as-a-friend type of comment. You know what kind of comments are left on the stream. The fact that people tip is just a bonus, that option wasn’t even there in the beginning.”

“I can’t even look you in the eye when saying this, but trust me, the content is ten out of ten,” you nodded knowingly. “If you’re doing it to get more confident, you should be at least twice as confident as Tae judging by how many women enjoy you.”

Jungkook smirked at you and for a second you saw the guy he could be if he just relaxed for a fucking second when he was talking to anyone who had a pussy.

“Thanks,” he said, still looking at you. This time, you were the first one to look away, ashamed of having his eyes on you. “I do it to know that I can get women off. So that’s what I get out of it.”

“That’s totally understandable,” you said, suddenly feeling intrigued. “Has it helped you?”

Jungkook looked at you like he didn't understand, so you explained yourself. “With confidence, I mean.”

“What do you think?” He looked at you with a deadpan expression, which made you chuckle.

“Well, you’re talking to me just fine. In fact, I’m the more awkward one here right now.”

“I mean, once the worst happens, what’s there to be afraid of?” Jungkook shrugged. “You know what I do, you watched it, but it doesn’t change anything. I’m me, you’re you, we’ll just move on.”

“Maybe you should go into every conversation with women like that, thinking that they’ve watched you at one point or another, if that makes it easier,” you suggested, but he brushed it off.

“You’re not exactly all women,” he added with a scoff, but you weren’t sure what he meant by that. “You know most of my friends. I see you all the time. If some random woman at the club knew, so what? I could pretend it wasn’t me or something. But the second you saw the tattoo, I knew. Fucking Taehyung and his showing up unannounced.”

“Well, he did announce himself, you just forgot.”

“I wouldn’t have started the stream if I hadn’t forgotten, trust me,” he told you with a knowing look.

“Oh, right, you had the stream,” you said, outing yourself even more.

What Jungkook knew was that you’ve seen his live-stream before. For all he knew, it happened once, maybe twice. However, someone who’d seen him once wouldn’t have known about his uploads. Only people who were subscribed got those updates about when he’d post next.

“So you follow the streams?” He asked so matter-of-factly, as if it wasn’t such a damning fact, as if it didn’t mean you were so insanely attracted to his voice, moaning, and naked body that you followed his schedule to know when you’d be getting off next.

“Maybe,” you gulped, feeling extremely embarrassed since you were caught red-handed.

“Interesting,” Jungkook noted with a grin. “Can I ask you something?”

“After this conversation? You can ask me anything,” you laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Will you continue to watch?” He asked, turning to face you again with an expression you couldn’t read. “Now that you know it’s me?”

“I don’t think so,” you told him right away because you’d make the decision before you even knew it was him. Now that you did know Bunny’s identity, it served as another deterrent from this little secret hobby of yours.

“Oh,” Jungkook said, looking at the glass again before deciding to fill it up and down the shot.

“It’s not because of you,” you tried to explain, noticing that your decision made him feel bad. After all, it did sound very rude—you wanted to watch when he was an anonymous guy, but now that you knew it was him, you’d lost interest.

“Don’t worry, I get it,” he gave you a faint smile, but you could tell it really wasn’t okay. “I mean, the whole thing is cursed.”

“What do you mean?”

“It gives me the illusion that people are into me,” Jungkook admitted with a sigh. “But here you are, following the stream so, clearly, liking the content, but now you know it’s me, you’re put off by it completely.”

“That’s not exactly true—” you tried to explain, but Jungkook cut you off.

“Like I’ve said, don’t worry. It’s not your fault. I get it, I really do. You only saw my… dick and you liked that. If it comes in a package with my face and personality, it’s not exactly a good thing,” he said, chuckling, even though he was clearly not entertained. His expression and tone would have given him off even if he hadn’t said all of that out loud.

“Stop with the whole self-demeaning thing,” you told him, which instantly made him look at you, and it felt like you were scolding a scared kid. Still, you had to say it. “Why don’t you just talk to people? How can I know anything about your personality if you don’t talk to me? This is not easy to say, okay?, but you have a great dick and a very cute face. You don’t seem like a bad guy and this shyness of yours, like I’ve said, can be a huge plus for you if you only talk to women a bit more. Have a drink if you need to and talk.”

Jungkook leaned back into the sofa and took a while to think about your words. “I know you’re right about that, but it’s not that easy. I’m clumsy with words. I don’t know how to ask for what I want, so I talk in circles. What’s the fucking point of having hundreds of women watching you when you can’t talk to a single one?”

“That sounds tough,” you agreed. It must have been really strange to have all these women lining up for him and then feeling unable to speak to a single one. He brought a lot of pleasure to a lot of women yet he got none out of it. “But you can work on it. Try to have one conversation a day or something.”

“How would you get a woman to sleep with you, if you were me?”

His question wasn’t a rhetorical one so you thought about the answer for a while. All bets were off at this point and he was clearly trying to make the most he could out of the absolute clusterfuck of a situation. “If it was a one time thing, then I’d just go straight to the point and tell the girl that I’m just looking for some fun and that she’s gorgeous. If it’s someone I like, I’d tell them that they make me flustered so it’s hard to get the words out but that I’d like a chance to prove I can be a real bunny in the bedroom.”

Jungkook scoffed and then shook his head at you, clearly disappointed with you. “Fuck you.”

“I’m joking. I’d say beast instead of bunny, makes it a lot more fierce,” you joked, downing the rest of your drinking and thinking about the next one when Jungkook took you about. “What I mean is, even if you can’t talk about it in detail, you can say something meaningful. One intimate thing is worth a lot more than three hours of nonsense. I’d just be honest if I were you.”

“So, here goes nothing,” Jungkook said before taking a deep breath. “I really, really like you and I’m a fuck-up when it comes to talking, but I’d like you to forget the fact that I’m me and give me a chance to be Bunny. For you. Without the filming. And tipping, clearly.”

The last part made you chuckle, and your nerves were to blame as well. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Why were you even thinking about it? Your pussy throbbed at the idea of him acting like Bunny in front of you, of getting naked and jerking off for you.

If you were being honest, it throbbed because this was the first time in a long time a good-looking guy made a sexual proposition and you were dying to finally feel something real. If Jungkook really wanted this, you wanted him to speak about it more, to help him get out of his shell. How would you two do anything if he couldn’t talk to you about sexual topics? It wouldn’t work.

“You want me to watch you jerk off?” You cocked your head to the side and played dumb while thoughts about him naked roamed your mind.

Jungkook chewed on the inside of his cheek before taking a deep breath. “No, I want to fuck you.”

“Okay, we’re making progress here,” you joked, but noticed he wasn’t laughing. Besides, you shouldn’t have been joking about anything—you got shivers when he said the word “fuck” like a horny obsessed creep. “I’m not taking this as a joke, I just want us to talk about it if we’re thinking about doing it.”

“You’re thinking about it?” Jungkook’s eyes widened when he realized that and it took him a while to look away this time. The fact that he found this surprising was insane. Did he not know how hot he was?

“Maybe,” you grinned, realizing that you’d already made your mind up.

Was it stupid? Yes.

Would you regret it? Maybe.

Did you want to try Bunny in person? Fuck yes.

Did you think Jungkook deserved a chance? He was a good guy, so why not?

You were ready to meet some okay dude and go home with him, so why not Jungkook? The whole reason why you never thought about fucking him was that you never even talked. Now that’s changed. Another reason you had against it was that he was close to Tae and you really didn’t want your roommate to know details about your sex life. Since Jungkook wanted to keep his Bunny thing a secret, you were sure he would never share any kind of sexual information about you with his friend.

“What do you want to talk about?” He asked eagerly and chewed on his bottom lip. You had to admit flusteredness looked hot on him.

“You,” you smiled at him, hoping he’d calm down. “Do you want another drink?”

“Nope, I’m good,” he said shortly, but then explained, as if he remembered that you wanted him to talk more. “I mean, if we do this, I want to be sober.”

“Good thinking,” you nodded at him. “I’ll have another one.”

Before your hand touched the bottle, Jungkook’s was on yours, and it felt so big and warm, so you instantly remembered what it looked like wrapped around his veiny cock. “Uhm, if… If we’re fucking, I’d like you to be present. Meaning, not wasted.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded and moved your hand away from his. “Fair enough.”

For a minute or so, both of you were quiet, looking around.

You weren’t sure what Jungkook was thinking about—probably what he was going to talk to you about—but you were focusing on how you wanted to approach this. Did you want to wait until he made the first move, initiated everything, and took control or did you want to help him out?

One side of you wanted to make him step up, but the other side was telling you to be fair and help him out. He was already having some confidence issues, so it would probably help him more if you initiated at least the conversation.

However, Jungkook beat you to it. “How did you find the stream?”

“I…” you stopped, unsure of the best way to go about it. “Long story short, I haven’t had sex in a long time and I never really came on my own,” you admitted, suddenly feeling a bit sheepish around him, mostly because he played such a key part in the story he knew nothing about. Still, if you were going to make this more comfortable, you had to give some too. “So I decided to change it, got toys, watched porn, but I guess nothing worked. Then I got into the moaning video world and it happened.”

“Oh, cool,” he said, as if this wasn’t extremely awkward and personal for you. “So you watch other streamers as well?”

He made watching men jerk off sound like the most normal thing out there. “No, I don’t.”

Your confession made his head snap in your direction. “You only watch me?”

“Yes,” you admitted, smiling at him. “You’re that good.”

You knew that would soothe his ego, but you also knew he deserved it. It was funny how a lot less attractive men had so much more confidence than Jungkook, who had nothing wrong with him.

“Thanks,” he said, looking down with a grin he so desperately tried to hide. “And did you manage to do it?”

“Do what, sorry?”

“Come,” he said the word in a much lower tone, the one he used on stream, and it instantly made your pussy clench. You were conditioned to start soaking the second you heard his low voice talking or, even worse, moaning.

“I-I did,” you admitted, hating yourself for letting your voice falter like that. He already knew you watched him. Did he have to know he managed to get you come every single time?

“Are you ashamed of this?” Jungkook seemed concerned for a second and you appreciated the sentiment.

“Of course,” you said with a shrug. “But what can I do? I saw you naked and thought about you while getting myself off. It’s kind of embarrassing, to say the least.”

Jugkook cleared his throat before responding. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never seen you naked and I’ve jerked off to you numerous times.”

“You have?” Curiosity got the better of you and you just had to know. Besides, if you were going to fuck him, it was good to know things like this.

“Have you seen yourself?” Jungkook asked with a scoff. “Yeah, I’m that much of a loser. Can’t say a single word to you but jerk off to you when I get home.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Does that gross you out?”

“Jungkook, I’ve seen you get yourself off. Nothing about it grosses me out,” you were never that shameless before, but then again, this situation was one of a kind. “And honestly, you’d get so much more pussy if you said things like this to women.”

“You think women like someone telling them they’d jerk off on them?” Jungkook asked, genuinely wondering, completely looking over or ignoring your compliment. You figured he was too ashamed to address it.

“Not everyone, sure, but some would,” you shrugged. “I mean, if I like a guy and he tells me that, I’d enjoy it. Like you said, it’s a confidence thing.”

“Good to know,” he nodded with a smile. “I mean, you’re right. If someone knows you personally and jerks off to you, it’s a really good compliment.”

“It’s a compliment even if they don’t know it’s you,” you added, knowing it would get him flustered because he’d know you were talking about him. Jungkook nodded in response, clearly thinking of what he was going to say to that.

The more you thought about it, the better the idea seemed. You know what he was hiding under those clothes and you wanted to have some fun, and so did he. Why not?

“Jungkook, do you want to fuck me?” You asked, hoping he’d be calm enough to respond.

“Yes,” he did so right away, ready for the question. “I really fucking do.”

“Now?”

“Whenever you let me,” Jungkook sighed.

“Do you think you’ll be good at it?” You asked, feeling like it was the right time to tease him.

“Uh, I,” he fumbled a bit but then calmed himself down with a deep breath. “If you can come just by watching me jerk off, I think I’ll be fine.”

“But that’s not all you do,” you pouted and stood up just to walk over to him and stand right between his legs, leaving him with no option other than to look up at you. “You make the sweetest sounds.”

“If you want that, you can have it,” he agreed in an instant.

“Are you sure you’re not embarrassed? Too ashamed to do this? You know we’ll have to get naked and touch each oth—” you were cut off by his sudden movement.

You were being mean, you knew it. You were teasing, but only because you were still trying to figure out whether this was something you two needed to do.

What if Jungkook wasn’t ready? He barely talked to you before that night, so you weren’t sure he’d have the guts to do much, and if the whole experience sucked, it would be really weird to see each other after.

But, then again, he was Bunny, the confident, hot guy who could now make you come just by speaking.

Jungkook cut you off mid-teasing by standing up and leaning in, as if he was just about to kiss you. “You treat me like a baby far too often for someone who gets off on me every couple of days.”

“Those two aren’t correlated,” you tried to joke your way out of it, but Jungkook was towering over you, letting you inhale the sweet scent of his cologne, and you felt so small next to him all of a sudden.

“You’re absolutely right,” he agreed with a chuckle. “The fact that watching me turns you on has nothing to do with you acting like a brat right now and trying to make me nervous.”

“Oh, and you aren’t nervous?” You cocked your head to the side and placed both hands on his chest. “I feel like you are. You’re finally getting words out, so that’s something.”

“I’ll get a lot more words out of you, trust me,” he said with an air of confidence you weren’t used to seeing from him.

Jungkook sat back down on the sofa and spread his legs, as if he was waiting for you to straddle him, so you did exactly that. You couldn’t help it—his spread thighs looked so inviting, even when they were covered by jeans. Two could play this game and you were determined to win. You could swear he shuddered when you sat on him and placed your hands on his shoulders, but you didn’t think much of it—it was normal to be nervous in this situation.

“Are you sure about that?” You asked cockily when you realized he was speechless.

In response, Jungkook started to unbutton his shirt until all you could see in front of yourself was his naked chest. Then, he leaned back against the sofa, letting himself fall into the cushions. “Are you sure?”

“Hm,” you hummed in agreement and let your hands wander over his chest. When you touched him, you felt his body stiffen under you, but Jungkook relaxed and let your cold hands touch him all over his warm chest and you enjoyed every second of it. It was all a lot firmer, smoother, and more real than you’d imagined. “I wonder how a handsome guy like you has so much trouble with girls.”

The compliment made Jungkook flush, but he steered the conversation elsewhere. “Are you going to keep that on?”

You looked down at your shirt and quickly got it over your head, which left you only in your bra. Jungkook seemed to enjoy the sight a lot more than you thought he would and for a while, his eyes were glued to your lace covered breasts. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“That was a question?” He cocked an eyebrow up and grinned. “I thought you were just being a bitch.”

His remark made you laugh and he seemed to enjoy you doing that. “While I’m known to be a bitch from time to time, that wasn’t my intention,” you said while slowly moving your hands up to his face until you had it in your hands, your palms holding the backs of his jawbone, directing his head the way you wanted it to face. “I was actually trying to give you a compliment.”

“It came out kind of backhanded,” Jungkook grinned while looking straight into your eyes, your hands on his head. “You could have just said something about how much you liked my dick if you were really trying to compliment me.”

You appreciated the cockiness of his tone and liked the fact that he was starting to open up. “See? If you acted this way around women, you’d have no trouble getting them to fuck you.”

Jungkook placed his hand over yours and looked you straight in the eye. “Can we stop talking about these hypothetical women? I couldn’t care less about other women right now. You’re sitting on my dick. Fuck other women.”

You laughed again and slowly moved away from him. “How about we take this to your bedroom? I’d like to see you in action.”

“This is the least romantic proposition I’ve ever received,” Jungkook joked, but still got up swiftly and took you to the bedroom while getting rid of his belt and shirt in the process. For someone who was complaining so much, he seemed to be very eager to get naked.

“That’s rich coming from you, Bunny,” you joked too, knowing you’d hit a nerve, but Jungkook just laughed heartily.

“I sort of had that one coming,” he shrugged and closed the door behind you. “But I mean, this is the exact opposite of romantic. I-I, we haven’t even kissed. And we still have our clothes on.”

“Then let’s take it off,” you said and got rid of your pants, bra, and then panties, all the while Jungkook stood there leaning against the bedroom door, watching you in what seemed like awe, but you guessed it was just horniness. “What about you?”

“Oh, right,” he snapped out of it quickly and got out of his pants and boxers, showing you the dick you felt like you knew personally by then. Fuck, it looked even better and smoother in person. Seeing a naked man after such a long time already felt amazing on its own, but coupled with the fact that he was that good-looking, the experience turned into something you wouldn’t be able to forget. “Like what you see?”

You nodded, not even wanting to pretend you had something funny to say about it. You were sure he could already tell by the way your mouth gaped at the sight of his erect dick. “You’re even better in person, if that means anything for your ego.”

“It sure fucking does,” he smiled softly, which seemed such a contrast from his naked body that was calling you to touch it. “You said you wanted to see me?”

“If you don’t mind,” you looked at him questioningly and when he nodded, you moved to the bed and sat down on it, unsure of what to do. Jungkook was right about one thing and it was the lack of romance or anything similar. The whole thing was weird from start to finish, but you were sure you’d make it work.

“One thing, though,” he said after he walked over to his computer desk—that computer desk—and got the lube. “I’d like to watch you too.”

“Oh,” you mouthed and decided that it was only fair. Why would he put on a show for you and get nothing in return? What’s fair is fair. “At the same time?”

“Just do it like you always do it,” he teased, making you roll your eyes at him. He was right though, that’s exactly how it went. You’d watch Bunny and get yourself off.

“Well, I usually have a vibrator,” you told him, knowing this would get him all worked up. The fact that he started to stroke himself dry served as proof of your prediction being true.

“Fuck, that sounds nice,” Jungkook said, biting his lip. “Can you manage without it?”

“I won’t come,” you said, stacking the two pillows on top of each other so you could rest against them and stare right at Jungkook, who was standing at the edge of the bed, his erection in hand. Your confession made him sad.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asked, seeming worried about this, which got him even more points in your book. The amount of guys you knew that just didn’t really care if their partner came was astounding, sadly. “How do you usually do it with a guy?”

“Oral,” you said, not knowing whether that was even his thing, but his smile he gave you reassured you.

“Want me to eat you out?” Jungkook suggested and you had a hard time thinking about anything else other than his lips and tongue on you and those fucking gorgeous fingers inside of you.

“No,” you said, making him frown instantly. “Give me the lube,” you said and he threw it on the bed next to you, so you took it, squirted some in your hand, and threw it back at him. “Let me watch for a while and then you can eat me out.”

“Deal,” Jungkook nodded and squirted a generous amount of lube on his cock. “Want me to lie down, stand, sit?”

“Whatever feels good for you,” you told him honestly. Did it matter? If you got to see his cock in action, you’d be happy.

“Standing then,” he shrugged and lifted one leg on the bed, allowing you an even better view of his firm thighs, balls, and cock.

Jungkook slowly started to stroke himself, but since you were so used to it and knew what was coming, you reached down and started rubbing your clit. When he saw you do that, Jungkook immediately sped up his pace. “Do you usually do it like that?”

You hummed in agreement, unable to take your eyes off his big cock.

“You like watching me?” He asked the question he used so much in his streams, making you clench around nothing. “I knew you would.”

You nodded, without even thinking about it.

Jungkook wasn’t the dominant one here, not at all. If anything, it should have been you—you were the older one, the one with more sexual experience, the one who was able to have conversations with those of the opposite sex. You had more confidence in general and weren’t afraid to ask for what you wanted when you wanted it. Yet, he was the one talking and having you melt like it was your first time seeing a man.

“Does it seem big enough for you?”

“Fuck yes,” you decided to respond to this one, wanting to make him as weak as you seemed. “It will fit so nicely.”

“Right?” Jungkook asked, his voice suddenly shaky, and you just knew he was imagining being right inside of you. “Right in your pretty little cunt.”

“Yes,” you agreed, feeling yourself getting soaked. The tone of voice he used now was different from the Bunny one, it wasn’t that deep or fake, so you enjoyed it even more, even though you thought that wasn’t humanly possible. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

“I know, baby,” he responded, using the nickname he so often used in the live-streams. You didn’t like it when guys called you that—it was overused and felt cheap since they used that nickname for every single girl they dated. None of it mattered now and you wanted to hear him call you baby all night. “You’ve been wanting this for a long time, huh?”

“Very long,” you hissed the words as your clit finally started to respond to your quick movements. “Too long.”

“I think so too,” he said, moving his leg down from the bed and walking over so he was standing on the side of the bed, a lot closer to you. He was still tugging at his hard cock. “We should have done this sooner.”

“Speak up sooner next time,” you teased, thinking it was a good idea.

Jungkook reached for your face, gently grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. “I’ll just put it in you if you keep this up.”

You’d never thought a threat could sound as attractive as that, but Jungkook made it possible. The fact that the shy guy who couldn’t even look at you before was now saying this was surprising in itself, let alone your reaction to it.

“You say that like it’s a threat,” you said, having a hard time focusing on his eyes when his dick was right there, so fucking close you could touch it.

Jungkook groaned in frustration. “I’m really trying to be nice and do whatever you ask of me. You said you wanted to watch, so I’m giving you a show. But now you’re just teasing me.”

“You’re right, sorry,” you licked your lips. “I just like teasing you.”

The response seemed to please him, so he continued touching himself. “You know what’s funny? It takes me so long to come during the stream, but if you were right in front of me, I’d come so fast.”

“Already coming?” You said, jokingly, but he didn’t seem to appreciate the joke. “I’m kidding. I’d really like to see you come all over yourself.”

“Since you’re here, I’d much rather come all over you,” Jungkook responded, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Sounds good,” you agreed and started rubbing yourself faster, to which he groaned, and that in turn made you hiss and buck your hips into your hand.

“What is it? Like it when I make sounds for you?” He said, knowing the answer very well. “You sure fucking do. You love watching me touch my dick, you like watching me come, you love hearing me. You get off to me so fucking often, right?”

You nodded, feeling too weak to respond. Your fucking vagina was playing tricks on you again and you felt like you wouldn’t come even though you were having the time of your life. Everything was right—the mood, the guy next to you, the way you were touching your clit, but it just wasn’t happening.

��Say it,” Jungkook said in a harsher tone, which immediately made you want to respond.

“I watch you almost every day, Jungkook,” you said with a grunt, losing any bit of decency you had left. If he’d use this information against you, so be it. “Whenever you’re on, almost. I love watching you so much.”

“Why?” He asked, enjoying every single word that came out of your mouth.

“You always seem so clean and smooth. Your skin looks perfect, your fingers are so long and your dick is big, so I always imagine them in me,” you stopped and moaned when the pressure you were applying to your clit became too much.

“You think about me fucking you?”

“A lot,” you admitted, enjoying the way your words affected him. “You make me come so fast. Two, three minutes, and I’m out.”

This made Jungkook smile widely. “Can I come over you? Shower your tits with cum?”

You nodded without thinking. If it meant he wouldn’t fuck you, so be it. You wanted to see him come. It felt like the perfect payback for all the time he’s made you come.

“Good girl,” he grinned and moved closer, offering you his dick to suck. “Take just the tip, huh? Just a little bit.”

Instead of responding, you leaned in and wrapped your lips around his warm, wet tip and got the most guttural moan you’ve ever heard from him. Instinctively, Jungkook thrust into your mouth, but thankfully, he didn’t get too far in because you were still sitting away from him. “Fucking hell, you feel so good,” he mumbled and reached down to take a fistful of your hair. Instead of pulling your hair, he started grazing your scalp with his fingers, being a lot more gentle than you’d imagined. “Your tongue will finish me, fuck.”

You hummed against his cock and brought a hand up to grope his thigh a couple of times before moving on to grab his balls. When you did that, Jungkook kicked his head back and moaned your name. You were no longer touching yourself —you wanted to focus solely on him, so you did exactly that, but you wanted to feel something as soon as you heard him moan like that, enjoying himself so much.

“Right there, hmhm,” Jungkook moaned, continuing to play with your hair while looking down at you with his cock in your mouth and balls in your hand. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. You’re insanely hot, you have no idea… Fuck, right there.”

You continued to moan and hum against his cock, knowing that the vibrations made him feel even better. Soon enough, Jungkook pulled out of your mouth and continued to touch himself. “I can come over you? Quick?”

You nodded and then heard him grunt your name before streaks of white sticky liquid shot out of his cock and landed across your breasts and stomach. You were sure some ended up on Jungkook’s sheets, but you couldn’t have cared less in that moment.

There was something so mouth-watering about seeing such a handsome guy with such a nice dick use it to get himself all over you, and knowing you helped make that happen. Jungkook held onto the wall with one hand as he milked himself out over you, enjoying the sight.

“You’re so amazing,” he mumbled at you, trying to calm his breathing down. “My turn?”

You nodded and before you knew it, he was between your legs, his full lips latching onto your clit while his two fingers circled your entrance. He touched you and moaned the second he realized your hole was hot, soaking, and ready for him, so he shoved both fingers in and sucked on your clit while using the other hand to grope your buttcheek.

Fucking Jungkook and his fucking long fingers and nimble tongue! It was embarrassing that it took him less than a minute of oral to get you to come with a scream of his name and a hard grip of his curly hair, but it happened and you couldn’t feel bad about it, not when he’d just jerked off in front of you and brought your wildest fantasies to life.

Since he kept sucking on your clit even though you just came, you pushed him away to stop him and saw how messy he was with your slick all over his face, a string of it connecting his chin to your pussy.

“Ugh,” you shook your head, feeling embarrassed. “Wipe your mouth, I’m all over you.”

“That’s my favorite part,” Jungkook grunted, but got up to get the towel, like you asked.

When he came back, he found you in the same position, lying on your back, your legs spread, trying to catch your breath. You just couldn’t come to terms with the fact that a) Jungkook was Bunny, b) you were attracted to Jungkook, and c) you two had just made each other come.

“You okay?” He said, sitting down next to you, handing you the towel.

“This was the first time I came with a guy in like, what?, a year?” You sighed, feeling completely satisfied, for a change. “So I’m enjoying it.”

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Somehow, you didn’t really know how, you agreed to sleep over. It was late and you didn’t want to face Taehyung, so what was the point of going home and having Taehyung verbally attack you until you told him what had happened? It wouldn’t have been a good idea.

Besides, you didn’t want to ruin such a satisfactory night by stressing over your roommate. You’d deal with it tomorrow.

Jungkook offered you an extra toothbrush, warm cloth, coconut oil to get rid of your makeup, and a moisturizer, which was so funny considering you thought he knew next to nothing about women. Then, he gave you one of his big t-shirts and asked you to sleep next to him which you did.

Well, you tried.

It was hard to fall asleep because your heart was racing. You thought it was due to all the drinks earlier, but you knew it was because of the man sleeping next to you. He was so fucking good at oral, he was great at turning you on, he was funny and charming when he wasn’t dying from embarassment, and you couldn’t believe that was the Jungkook you knew.

Or well, didn’t know.

He couldn’t sleep either, so both of you kept tossing and turning around until Jungkook spoke.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you responded, hoping you didn’t sound weird. “Trying to calm down so I can sleep.”

“Oh,” he sighed. “Me too. Eventful night.”

“Truly,” you wholeheartedly agreed and tried to be funny. “You’re really good at this, Bunny.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook replied, not sounding convinced. You could tell something was on his mind, his tone was different. “Can I ask you something?”

“After this, you can ask me anything,” you repeated yourself after going a step further than the last time you’d said it.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Why didn’t you kiss me? Do you even like kissing?”

“I love it,” you admitted, feeling like it was a lot easier to be honest now that you were in the dark.

“So?” His breath seemed shaky and you weren’t sure if this was really bothering him.

“I guess there was just no opportunity.”

“I guess,” he agreed, even though it didn’t sound like he meant it.

He was right, though, it was weird. You could have kissed when you were straddling him, but you didn’t. Still, you weren’t the only player in this game.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” You asked him back, throwing the ball in his court.

“I don’t know. I’m a pussy,” he said nonchalantly, so much so that it made you laugh out loud.

“Want us to kiss now?” You were the one to offer, unable to find a downside to it. You’d already touched each other, so a kiss wouldn’t make or break anything.

Jungkook hummed in agreement so you turned to face him and he did the same. You were the first one to lean in, but he was the first one to kiss and it was sweet, short, and gentle, and his lips gently rubbed against yours. It was so simple, but it made you want more.

Still, you didn’t want to do the most and try to initiate something again. Instead, you simply enjoyed the kisses. First, they were pecks, then they got a bit deeper with your wet lips gliding against the other’s, making you feel warm all over. Then, you felt Jungkook’s tongue probing your lips and you let it enter and play with yours, which instantly got you in the mood. However, Jungkook didn’t overdo it. He went back to slow kissing until the both of you were out of breath, so he pulled away first and took a deep one.

“You’re a great kisser,” he told you.

“You too,” you said it back, meaning it wholeheartedly. Anyone who could get you to lose your breath when just kissing you was amazing at it.

Somehow, you both managed to fall asleep. It wasn’t a good night’s sleep—you tossed and turned, woke up and then went back to sleep, and in the end felt like you didn’t get a wink of sleep.

The clock on Jungkook’s nightstand said it was 4AM when you woke up next, so you exhaled loudly and threw your hands down on the covers, angry at yourself for not being able to fall asleep. You were wondering whether you should just give up on sleeping and go home. Jungkook turned on his side and spoke, which scared you—you weren’t expecting him to be awake too.

“Everything okay?” He sounded a lot more sleepy than you. In fact, it sounded like he was still half-asleep.

“Can’t sleep,” you whispered to him. “You go back to sleep, okay?”

Instead of responding, Jungkook reached out, wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his frame, so the side of your body was pressed against the front of his. “Better?”

“We’ll see,” you said and closed your eyes, enjoying his warmth against your body, feeling a lot calmer than you did before. It seemed like Jungkook had so much experience with women, he knew exactly how to pull you in closer, how to hug you so he wasn’t squeezing you too hard.

Jungkook rested his head next to yours, so you could hear his now quiet breathing and allow it to lull you to sleep. You stretched out your neck and groaned while doing so, feeling stiff and tired.

You didn’t expect Jungkook to react to this, but his body did—you could suddenly feel him hardening against your side. Being as mean as you were, you slowly pushed your side into him, trying to feel out if he was really sporting an erection.

“Sorry,” he mumbled into your ear. “The sounds got me.”

“You really need to stop apologizing for everything,” you told him with a low chuckle.

“I thought that was a part of my charm,” he teased back, suddenly sounding a lot more awake.

“Well, your dick is also a part of it, so you don’t have to apologize,” you responded, which made him move his hand up from your waist to the side of your face and cup it gently.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asked. “Just a kiss.”

You nodded and he leaned in. The kiss seemed to last forever and you wouldn’t change a single thing about it—it was the perfect kiss. It was slow, lazy, wet, warm, sensual, and you never wanted him to stop. The more Jungkook kissed you, the more you wanted him, evident by the way your insides were starting to grow warmer and your pussy was starting to dampen.

You were the one to stop the kiss just to mutter a question at him. “Are you tired?”

“What do you have in mind?” He asked, pecking your lips and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. The whole situation felt a whole lot more intimate than it should, but you blamed it on fatigue, exhaustion, and chemistry between the two of you. You two weren’t romantically interested in each other—you were just two people who really needed to get off.

You reached down under the sheets and cupped his cock. “I’d really like to feel you inside.”

Jungkook hummed gently and pecked your lips as his hand made its way to your crotch, which he promptly cupped in return. “I’m never too tired for that.”

It all happened fairly quickly, but it was because you were both clearly so fucking eager to get laid, even after you both came hours earlier. Nothing beat sex, though.

Jungkook’s fingers quickly find their way under your underwear, where he grazed your crotch gently. Before you knew it, you were grabbing him tighter and pulling him in closer, which he took as a sign to ease two fingers inside of you. That was enough for you to moan gently, trying to keep it together. It just felt so fucking good to have someone finally touch you.

“Good?” Jungkook asked once he started to finger you and you nodded before kissing him again, trying to focus on the feeling of his fingers inside of you.

When Jungkook felt how wet and ready you were for him, it was his turn to grunt. You could tell he was trying to keep it down, but the grunt made him sound like Bunny and the memories came flooding in, making you even more eager for him.

Then, Jungkook decided to get rid of your underwear, following your lead. It didn’t take him long to get on top of you and prop himself up on one elbow while holding his dick in his other hand. “Condom?” Jungkook asked, and you could see he was hoping it was a no.

By this point, your eyes were used to the darkness, the only source of light being the clock on his nightstand. That’s why you could see how his eyes grew wider as he waited for your response.

“I’m on the pill for hormones,” you informed him, which made his face light up. “Are you clean?”

He eagerly nodded in agreement. “I got tested last year. Didn’t have sex since then.”

You chuckled at the admission. “We’re in the same fucking boat.”

“And I’m really fucking happy about that,” he mumbled in response as he positioned his tip at your entrance. Then, he looked up at your eyes, smiled, and gently inserted his cock into you, allowing your pussy to engulf it hungrily and get accustomed to his girth.

It was a lot to take in, but thankfully, you had a vibrator for practice and you were so fucking wet you though it would glide right in. Besides, his fingers did a good job of getting you ready for this.

A minute of shallow thrusting later, his cock finally made its way in and out easily, and it made you groan and kick your head back. Jungkook was keeping his distance from you, propped up on his palms as he started to thrust into you gently, groaning with each thrust.

For a while, you tried to focus on him and take it all in—his facial expressions, the way his hair fell over his face, how his arms and chest muscles flexed as he held himself up, how easily he moved his hips. The thing you couldn’t stop staring at was the point where your bodies connected, his body between your legs, his cock entering you, disappearing inside of your wetness and then reappearing, red and hard, slick with your juices.

“Come,” you said, wrapping your hands around Jungkook’s shoulders and pulling him in closer. “I like to be close.”

That was a lie, though.

You usually didn’t like to be close to guys when fucking them—you didn’t appreciate the stickiness, the sweat, feeling someone’s heavy body on you. All of these things distracted you from enjoying what was happening between your legs.

With Jungkook, however, none of it mattered. You wanted to feel close to him, mostly because it was so late and you were both tired and worn out and he kissed you and touched your cheek so gently earlier and you wanted more comfort from him, so you pulled him into your chest.

“You do?” He asked, kissing your neck, his mouth leaving a wet trail behind. You tangled your fingers in his curls and grazed his scalps, presuming he liked it since he’s done it to you. “Never thought you were that type.”

For someone who talked to women so rarely, Jungkook sure read them well. “I’m not usually, but I am tonight.”

“I see,” he seemed to be happy with your response, you could tell by the way he started thrusting harder and kissing your neck.

Now that he was on top of you, he could sneak one hand beneath you and pull you in closer by the waist while continuing to kiss your neck. You played with his hair, tugging at it, getting him to moan and groan even more.

The sex was slow and steady, soft, without any awkwardness that was visible earlier. You figured a lot of it had to do with the fact that you were practically in the dark and so, so tired. Despite asking for kisses earlier, Jungkook still didn’t seem so comfortable giving them.

“Ah, fuck!” Jungkook grunted and quickly pulled out, following the action with a loud hiss. “Fuck!”

You immediately winced at the loss of his hard, warm cock inside of you. “What’s wrong?”

“I almost came,” he shook his head, once again on his elbows. “Sorry.”

“Jungkook, relax,” you said, pulling him in closer once again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and head so you could kiss his cheek and whisper to him. “It’s just me, relax… Put it back in. You can come whenever you’d like.”

“You first,” he shook his head.

“If you touch my clit, I’ll scream,” you said, explaining to him that you felt too sensitive for that. The fact that you’d touched it yourself and then he tongued it made the bud hard and sensitive to touch, and you didn’t want to overdo it. “So, fuck me some more.”

Jungkook eased himself into you with a loud grunt, “Fuck, you’re tight...”

“Why don’t you kiss me?” You suggested, hoping he would, and Jungkook did as asked, his mouth quickly finding yours as he kept thrusting into you slow and steady, making you feel all sorts of warm inside.

You weren’t sure which one of you was enjoying the kiss more because you were both moaning into the kiss and groping each other. You were squeezing and smacking his firm ass, wanting him to go harder, while Jungkook touched every part of you he could reach, his mouth never leaving yours.

“I never want to come,” he mumbled into the kiss, which made you both chuckle. “You’re so warm… Don’t want to pull out…”

“Fuck me,” you told him, even though he was already doing that—and he was amazing at it.

As if those words did something to him, Jungkook rested his forehead on the pillow right next to your head and reached down to grab both your buttocks, lifting them up a bit so he could continue to thrust into you, this time a lot more quicker and harder seeing as he was holding your hips and that gave him more support.

As soon as he started doing that, he hit your g-spot—you could tell by the way a moan escaped your lips unintentionally and how your pussy clenched around him. His dick was big enough to reach it and you couldn’t remember the last time that happened.

“Like that, huh?” Jungkook mumbled, leaning his head to the side so he could whisper into your ear and peck your cheek. Then, he thrust into you even harder and chuckled when you let out an even louder moan and dug your fingers into his ass, enjoying every second of it. “You love it when someone rams you hard… Fuck, you’re tight! Ugh!”

It sounded like his words turned you both on equally—he loved hearing them as much as you did. Whenever he said something dirty, your mind instantly flew to all the fun you had with Bunny in the background. And now here you were, with him, in his fucking bed, fucking him.

“Go harder, Jungkook,” you whispered back, turning your face to the side to kiss him, fingers now grazing his back all the way down to his ass. “I want more.”

“More?” He asked with a chuckle. “Sure.”

With that, he started moving so fast your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you lost breath for a second. Each thrust helped him hit your g-spot hard, so hard that you were wrapping your legs around his waist and clenching, never wanting him to stop.

Jungkook seemed to get how good the position felt so he kept going, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he held it above the bed and pounded you hard, so hard you couldn’t help but groan and swear at him.

What was so great about the position was that your chest was pressed against his and you felt like he was in complete control of it, holding you, ramming his cock into you, and all you could do was wrap your legs around his waist tighter and grip his hair to show him how good he was making you feel.

“Fuck, keep going,” you grunted, feeling something strange, but good, inside of you. Jungkook’s cock kept hitting your g-spot every time he shoved his dick inside of you, and it made you clench around him each time, feeling wetter with each second. If this was the build-up of an orgasm, it was different from the ones you’ve experienced so far, but you knew it would be just as good. “Right there, Jungkook, fuck!”

Jungkook grunted at your words and tried to keep the same pace, but you could tell he was getting tired. After all, it was the middle of the night and he was holding you up by the hips while slamming his cock into you hard and quick. You could feel he was getting sweatier quickly, his curly hair sticking to the sides of his face, which was resting against yours, allowing you to feel him so close to you.

The moans that were coming out of his mouth were suppressed and a lot softer and quieter than the ones you were used to hearing from him—on stream, at least. Still, they managed to turn you on just the same.

Instead of overthinking the fact that you were fucking Jungkook and that you’d have to deal with this somehow, you closed your eyes and focused solely on him—the thrusts of his hips, his cock inside of you, touching you right where you needed him, his soft moaning right next to your ear, his hands holding you tight.

The more you relaxed, the better the feeling inside of you got. The build-up was slow and then it started to bring you so much pleasure you couldn’t help but groan his name and hold onto him tighter.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Jungkook seemed to be reacting to the sounds you were making. “I’ll come if you don’t stop.”

The idea of having Jungkook come was appealing but so was the idea of him fucking you for a bit longer. Still, you didn’t want to ruin his fun.

“Come, Jungkook,” you gripped his hair and kissed the side of his face, both of you sweaty and panting. “It’s okay…”

“You’re so fucking tight, it’s hard to control it,” he grunted, finally relaxing enough say more than a couple of words. Jungkook squeezed your ass tight and continued to ram himself into you and it seemed so desperate—he was going so fast now, trying to get off, and the whole thing turned you on even more. “So tight and wet… Perfect for my cock…”

“Yeah, yeah,” you moaned, feeling like you were about to burst. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” he mumbled with a chuckle and then he started to go really hard, which made you kick your head back, scream his name, and let him do whatever he wanted.

As if that was what he was waiting for, Jungkook now let your hips fall to the bed and then he started to go as fast as possible, the sounds of skin hitting skin filling the room, accompanied by his loud grunts. When he realized you were enjoying the sound she was making, he smirked, looking straight into your eyes.

“I forgot you liked that,” he said cockily, continuing to thrust.

“Shut up,” you grunted, but didn’t have the energy to argue when you did in fact like it, a lot more than he realized.

“Hold onto me,” he suggested, and you wrapped your hands around him, holding onto his shoulders.

The stamina on him was clearly amazing, but the force he used was even more astonishing. Jungkook started to thrust so hard that he pushed you into the bed and the bed into the wall. This had obviously happened to him before, which is why he asked you to hold onto him, and you had no problem with it. You liked it rough.

Each thrust made your whole body vibrate as you gripped onto his shoulder, not wanting to move away too far and lose the feeling of his girthy dick filling you up. What the force of his thrust also taught you was that he was big enough to touch your g-spot even from missionary—and you fucking loved it.

Because it was so quick and rough, it felt like he was pressing against it more than not. Surprising the both of you, you came very suddenly, screaming his name, digging your fingers into his shoulders, surely leaving crescent-shaped marks behind, but neither one of you seemed to care.

“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck!” You grunted over and over again, completely relaxing and falling on the bed, feeling warmth fill your stomach, crotch, and thighs, your chest still heaving.

“You have no idea how fucking good it feels, ungh, when you clench me like that,” he said into your ear, grunting lowly after every couple of words, unable to control it. “Can I come?”

“Mhm,” you said, sneaking your hand to the back of his head and tugging at his hair, starting to kiss his neck. “Come for me, Jungkook.”

It didn’t take him long to do exactly that—his body shook the second the first stream of cum shot out of his cock and covered your walls. You couldn’t feel that inside of you, but you could feel him tense and relax, and his grunts told you he enjoyed it a lot. You were happy to notice that it lasted a lot longer than it usually did for the guys you've slept with, so you took that as a good sign.

Clearly, you weren’t going to tell Jungkook he was the first guy who made you squirt (you didn’t know it was him at the time, though) or the first guy who made you come during sex, without using his hands and mouth. You didn’t want it to get to his head.

You felt too weak to get up, but you had to—you couldn’t fall asleep full of cum. By the time you cleaned yourself up and came back to bed, Jungkook dozed off, so you got under the covers and hoped to God your friendship—or whatever it was—wouldn’t be even more awkward when you woke up.

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jiminnierecs · 4 years ago

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a bit of a stretch | jjk (m)

↣ pairing: olympian!jungkook x gymnast!reader

↣ genre: fluff, smut, humor, olympics!au

↣ rating: +18

↣ word count: 8k

↣ warnings: language barriers galore, explicit sex, oral, fingering, wall sex, slight exhibitionism, deep penetration, sex against a window, alcohol consumption, jackson wang throws a wild party

↣ playlist: physical - dua lipa // love talk - wayv // freaks - surf curse // juggernaut - tyler, the creator // the king - sarah kinsley // yonaguni - bad bunny // let's get it started - black eyed peas // for your love - maneskin

↣ summary: Stolen glances across the Olympic Village's dining hall. Light brushes of your hands whenever you cross paths. No words ever uttered. No words ever needed.

↣ notes: beta read by @hobisbeautifulass @joheunsaram and @dee-ehn!!! thank you guys so much, you're the best :)) also shoutout to @rmverse for hyping me up while writing this, ily. and also @ressjeon u asked me to tag u in this, so enjoy :)

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You were hyperventilating.

Jeon Jungkook, South Korea’s golden boy, the most famous male gymnast in the world today, was staring at you, and you were hyperventilating.

It wasn’t your fault, nor his, really. Your friend and roommate Ali had tripped over someone’s foot and dumped all of her blue Gatorade all over your white tracksuit, right in front of the whole dining hall. You, reasonably, wanted to kill her right then and there.

The good news was: only a few people witnessed the tragedy. Bad news? All of the South Korean men’s gymnastics team sat in front of your table, being the titular few who witnessed how your tracksuit turned blue.

You locked eyes with the big-eyed athlete as he chuckled with his friends at your predicament. You, reasonably, turned as red as a stoplight and wished you could bury your head in the ground and not come back out until everyone left the hall.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” your friend said, immediately snatching everyone’s napkins to try (and fail) to wipe the mess away, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Y/N, please.”

“It’s okay,” you mumbled. Ali had failed to notice that the Korean team was laughing at you. “It’s fine. Just leave it. I’ll go back to my room and change.”

Of course, your teammates wouldn’t let you make the trek alone to your dorm, no ma’am. They personally escorted you back to your sleeping quarters in the Olympic Village and waited until you changed into a more presentable outfit. Your friend Ali even offered to wash it for you once you told him what Jungkook had seen.

At least you managed to save a bit of money in that regard.

“One day,” you said while sitting on the bus on your way to the gymnasium where the competition would take place, “one fucking day in this god-forsaken village and I’m humiliated in front of one of the world’s best gymnasts.”

Your teammates laughed at your mocking lamentations, though you thought they weren’t mocking, or sarcastic at all. You really meant it, and though you didn’t blame Ali for the accident, you certainly regretted having that little show be Jeon Jungkook’s first impression of you.

See, the man was more like a rockstar in the gymnastics world. Hell, in the Olympics world, even. Where Simone Biles completely slayed in Rio 2016, Jungkook dominated his entire category that year too. You supposed their shared birth year had something to do with that. Now, the Korean was back with a thirst for more, while these were your first games -- ever. Understandably, you wanted to make a good first impression.

“Just say you have a crush on him and go,” laughed one of your teammates, Karli, twirling her long, purple-dyed hair in her perfectly manicured nails. “I’ll one hundred percent back you up.”

It was Ali who snorted at the comment. “Please, I’d be the first to admit it. That man is so fine.”

You nodded. “Can’t argue about that.”

“Fuck, the money I’d pay to ditch the championship and just look at him during floor exercise. That man’s got moves,” Karli said.

“Bitch, have you seen his TikTok account?” You asked out loud. “He does breakdancing in his free time.”

“Seriously, how is that man even real?” Ali wondered. “You can tell the man is a sweetheart. Like, I’ve seen his interviews, I follow him on Instagram — we all do! He’s even a UNICEF ambassador. Like, I’m ashamed to even breathe the same air as him!”

Your team laughed at her comment, even your coach joining in and fawning over the athlete a little until your bus reached its destination.

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You crossed paths with the gymnast later that night, at dinner. You gripped your tray full of food as you made your way to the dessert station, looking for the fabled chocolate cake your friends had told you about when you saw him arriving right after you. He wore the same white and red tracksuit from this morning, the tattoos of his right hand peeking through. The sight of them made your heart beat even faster, and you wondered if saying something to him would be a good idea. He looked tired, but then again, so were you.

The staff in front of you handed you the slice of cake you requested, and you didn’t miss the way Jungkook’s gaze followed the decadent cake. He looked at the staff and pointed at your cake. “One. Please.”

You hadn’t really heard him speak until then. His TikTok account was filled with videos of him just dancing and doing random challenges. Never did you imagine his voice would sound so sweet, so melodious.

“Do you like chocolate?” Your words left your mouth before you could process them. What a stupid thing for him to say, of course he likes chocolate! If he didn’t he wouldn’t be ordering a big, chunky slice of decadent chocolate cake.

Jungkook froze in his tracks as the staff handed him his plate. His big, doe eyes widened prominently as he turned to you, confused. “Huh?”

“Chocolate,” you pointed at his cake. “Do you like it?”

“Choco- ah, chocolate! Yes! Uhhh… I like!” He looked extremely proud of his response, sending you a pure smile, charming you with his cute demeanor. “You like, too?” He asked, pointing at your cake.

“Yes,” you nodded, “I like chocolate, too.”

“I’m Jungkook,” he said, offering you his tattooed hand, his tray still on top of the railing. You graciously took it, screaming to your insides, trying to calm your erratic heartbeat. “My English, uh, very bad, yes.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his statement. “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

He smiled, showing you his pretty bunny-like teeth. “Where you eat?”

“My table?” You asked and he nodded. “It’s over there,” you pointed to one of the tables closer to the entrance. “Wanna come?”

“Yeah,” he said and began to follow you towards your table. How this happened, you still have no clue. The Jeon Jungkook coming to your team’s table and hanging out? Fuck, you must’ve been dreaming at this point, but you didn’t dare to wake up. This was too good to be true.

Needless to say, your teammates were ecstatic, and a little bit shocked, to say the least. They constantly fawned over him and asked him questions, but he dodged them pretty well citing his pretty basic English skills. You tried to calm them down to no avail. But the real party began when his friends and teammates appeared out of nowhere and sat down along with you, each one prettier than the last. Where did the Korean Olympic team get these people? They looked like models!

One of them was Park Jimin, the shortest of the team, and possibly the loudest, whose English skills were a lot better than Jungkook’s. He took the time to introduce the other two men who accompanied them, Jung Hoseok, a tennis player, and Kim Namjoon, a volleyball player, who acted as a translator for all of them.

It surprised you just how well all of you got along despite the language barrier, and just like that, you exchanged numbers and contact info. Jungkook even followed you on Instagram and TikTok!

You kept talking the entire night, joking around with Jungkook’s friends and your teammates until the hall was almost empty. You couldn’t help but feel there was something going on with Jungkook, with the way he smiled at you whenever you said something to him, the way he looked like he wanted to tell you a thousand things, but couldn’t. If only you could communicate better...

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After that night, you met Jungkook a couple more times the next two days, though you didn’t exactly cross paths. Most of the times you saw him were at the dining hall, or at the bus stop on your way to the sports complex. You hadn’t really talked much, but he never failed to smile at you and wave.

You didn’t know what it was, maybe it was just your stupid crush on him, but whenever your gazes connected, you felt like floating, like your feet suddenly left the ground and there was no stopping you from reaching the sky. That’s how bad it was. Your teammates noticed it, too. How you would smile and blush like crazy whenever he winked and gave you a thumbs up.

You stayed on top of his progress in the competition — given his previous track record, it wasn’t surprising when he made it to the men’s final in all categories. So when you finally crossed paths that night after the games, you congratulated him and gave him a friendly high five.

He was still a bit confused by the way you spoke, but you supposed it had to do with his English skills, so you tried to put yourself in his shoes, your knowledge of Korean was limited to saying hello.

What surprised you, however, was that he pulled out his phone and signaled for you to wait. You watched as he typed something on his phone and then handed it to you. “Congratulations on going to the semifinals, you will do great,” read on the screen, in both Korean and English. He used Google translate to make sure you would understand him, and that only made your stomach flutter with butterflies.

“Aww, thank you,” you said, sending him a smile. Before you gave him his phone, however, you quickly typed in “You will ace everything. Good luck,” and handed it back to him, translated into Korean. He looked at the screen and gave you a soft smile and a wink, and just like that, the two of you parted ways, but his pretty smile still lingered on your mind well into the night, when you went to sleep.

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To no one’s surprise, Jungkook won the all-around competition and scored golden medals in all categories except for the vault, where he won silver. After the ceremony, you sent him a short message on Instagram congratulating him, and he responded with a bunch of cute emojis and a thank you, then sent you a picture of his medals, and congratulated you for making it to the finals, too.

So this time, you didn’t even hesitate, and as soon as you saw him at the dining hall, you called his name out loud. He was at the dessert station again, ordering the same chocolate cake he ordered a couple of days ago, and turned around as he heard your voice, beaming proudly once you made your way over.

“Congratulations!” You squealed and pulled him into a warm hug, which he reciprocated rather naturally, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You certainly didn’t mind the affection, burying your head in his chest and catching a whiff of his expensive cologne. His soft, melodious laughter reverberated across his chest, and you’d never felt more at home while in his arms.

But sadly, all good things come to an end, and when you separated you missed his touch instantly.

He turned around and grabbed his tray. “Come,” he said, pointing with his head towards his friends’ table, where his friends were already waving at you to come and sit with them. You accepted the invitation and quickly ran to pick up your own food and meet them at the table.

“So,” Namjoon explained minutes later, munching on his steamed broccoli, “there’s going to be a party tonight.”

“A party? Where?”

“In our building,” Jimin explained, “the delegation from Hong Kong is inviting everyone.”

“Apparently this fencer named Jackson Wang cleared like two entire floors to have everyone there,” Namjoon said. “He won gold today, and wants to celebrate.”

“Oh, wait, I follow him on Instagram! He’s, like, a model too, right?” You said.

“A very hot model,” Jimin sighed, leaning back on his seat. He then looked at Jungkook, who was next to you eating his food quietly, and spoke to him in Korean. You managed to make out Jackson Wang’s name, so you supposed he was telling him about the party.

Jungkook turned to you. “I go to party,” he said, rather seriously pointing at himself, then pointing at you, “ask your friends.”

“You want them to come to the party too?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “they are funny.”

Namjoon chuckled at his friend’s choice of words. “The party’s in an hour or two, so we better get ready.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Hoping to get lucky tonight?”

Namjoon laughed. It was no secret among Olympians that the kind of stuff that went down in the village wasn’t exactly PG-13. You heard from one of the male athletes in your building that the Olympic Committee had distributed around 160,000 condoms, and that, in some previous instances of the games, they’d used them all up at some point.

“I just wanna relax tonight. I have a game tomorrow morning so I’ll try not to drink as much,” the volleyball player said, “though if I can relax with someone by my side, I won’t say no.” He wiggled his eyebrows comically.

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You didn’t know what to wear. You hadn’t exactly packed for a party, or for a nice outing. Instead, you had sweats, tracksuits, gym wear... the essentials, really. Luckily, you had packed a pair of jeans, but the t-shirts you had weren’t the most flattering. Ali had been kind enough to lend you a Rolling Stones t-shirt that looked halfway decent if you tucked it into your jeans.

So you and your friends made your way, hand in hand, to the Asian building inside the village, making your way to the top floor, as per Namjoon’s instructions. When the elevator doors opened, however, you were greeted with chaos.

Booming music could be heard everywhere. You had no idea how they managed to sneak in some speakers, but the music, what you recognized as the Black Eyed Peas’ I Gotta Feeling, blared everywhere, and you felt the boom of the bass resonating deep within you.

The halls were littered with people from all around the globe talking, drinking, some of them smoking cigarettes and, of course, the exhibitionists who did nothing but make out. It felt more like a frat party rather than a “simple get-together” as you had thought it would be.

You trod the hallway carefully, not wanting to accidentally step on some of the athletes that carelessly sat on the floor, looking left and right for Jungkook and his posse, sometimes even peeking into the olympians’ small apartments that left their front doors open.

After you turned the corner, you saw them hanging out with the legendary Jackson Wang on the far end of the hallway, next to the floor-to-ceiling window. The fencer looked like a million bucks, wearing what you thought was a purely Fendi monogrammed tracksuit, cool shades, and a beanie. Of course, the man was rich as fuck, and he liked to flaunt it. You couldn’t exactly blame him.

Jungkook, however, looked like sin incarnate.

Gone were the tracksuits, the uniforms, and the comfortable gym wear. Instead, he wore black ripped jeans that showed his deliciously meaty thighs and hugged his juicy behind perfectly, paired with a Hawaiian-esque short-sleeved shirt with the top three buttons undone, showcasing his sculpted chest and his full tattooed arm. The man was a walking wet dream. And he saw you.

“Y/N!” He greeted, coming up to your party to welcome you into his arms. “Hi.”

“Hi, you,” you said, relishing the feeling of his firm body. You never wanted to let go of him.

Your friends mingled with the rest, having grown used to each other by now, and exchanging words with Jackson Wang, who appeared to be on cloud nine, clutching his own beer bottle. “Alright, people, drinks are at my apartment, so if you want something, just let me know,” he said.

“Oh, we could do some rounds of vodka, what do you guys say?” Jimin suggested, much to your collective excitement. Jackson punched the air with his fist in pure joy, muttered a ‘yes’, and left to find the bottle, appearing no less than five minutes later with not one, but three bottles of Smirnoff vodka, and several red cups for everyone.

“Dude, where the hell did you get these?” You asked.

“There’s a liquor store a couple of blocks away, me and most of my floormates pretty much emptied it. Kinda like a cleanse, you know,” he informed you matter-of-factly. “The owner was weirded out, but he didn’t really complain. The bill was pretty high, though.”

All of you sat down in the middle of the hall like everyone else, you and Jungkook sitting together against a wall, your knees inevitably touching due to how cramped everyone was, but you didn’t mind it one bit, not when he scooted even closer to you.

The cups were distributed, along with some hefty amount of vodka in them. You weren’t much of a drinker, and you were sure that the goal for today was to not get smashed. Just like Namjoon had told you, there were important events tomorrow which you had to attend, and you needed to bring your A-game into it.

You spent the next half hour just loudly talking to each other, your voices trying to cut through the booming EDM songs carefully curated by Jackson (according to him after Jimin asked whose playlist was it). Whenever someone finished their drink, Jackson ran to fill it again, but you and your teammates decided to play smart and quietly sip on the clear bitter liquid. Jungkook was already on his second round while you had barely downed half of yours, and both of you were taking it slow — by the time you decided to stand up and mingle with the rest of the partygoers, Jimin had already finished his fourth and was looking for the beer stash.

Soon after, your cups of vodka were replaced by beer bottles, and you applied the same strategy as before. Jungkook noticed, but chose to say nothing — he wasn’t drinking that much, too, and you appreciated the sentiment. He wasn’t a big drinker from what you gathered.

Jackson’s roommates passed by everyone offering snacks and packs of chips. One of them, a boxer named Lucas, even held a large black garbage bag filled with party packs of universally known snacks. He recited the contents of the bag to your group like his life depended on it and handed you individual packs of barbecue flavored chips so you could munch down and not get as drunk that fast. Jimin, however, was already pretty tipsy by the time he opened his bag of chips.

The ambiance of the party transported you to those college raves your roommates dragged you to, the stench of debauchery, alcohol, and sex permeated through the hallway. Jackson told you how they procured a duffel bag full of condoms from the Olympic Committee (according to Namjoon, this year they distributed around a hundred thousand condoms, and he was pretty sure that, due to all the horny athletes fucking like there was no tomorrow, it wouldn’t be surprising if they ran out of contraceptives). The duffel bag was located in the middle of the floor, right next to the elevators, and it was already half empty. The bag was full when they placed it there.

A couple of hours later, and the party was in full swing. Just on your floor, there were over a hundred people (maybe more, you didn’t really know) partying their hearts out. You heard from other athletes that the floor below you had pretty much turned into a brothel and people were having sex inside every empty room like it was a frat house. The party had taken over the building and other athletes were also raging three more stories down. It was chaotic.

Then came the pictures. Your teammate Karli had brought a Polaroid camera just to take candid pictures of everyone in their drunken stupor doing random shit. She even captured the moment the other athletes started carrying Jackson around like he was a fucking rockstar. One guy from the British team was having his birthday, and his team even brought a massive cake and sang happy birthday to him, along with everyone else on your floor. Needless to say, the cake didn’t last long, as everyone was given just a small piece. Karli captured the moment someone smashed his face with cake. She also took a picture of you and Jungkook smiling and facing the camera, with his arms around you reminiscing a prom picture.

But that was the thing — he never separated from you. Almost all the time, you had to be touching somehow, grabbing your hand, draping an arm around your shoulder, hugging you at random times, high-fiving you, anything. You couldn’t say you disliked the attention. Hell, you relished it. It was quite obvious now that he had a thing for you, and he wasn’t being as shy about it as before, but neither were you.

Minutes later, after all the dancing and joking around, the group broke out into several smaller groups in which they talked and drank to calm down from all the chaos, but ultimately, you and Jungkook were left alone. So you turned around to face him properly, leaning against the wall.

“You look nice,” you said. “I like your shirt.”

He looked down at his open shirt and shyly fiddled with the buttons. “Ah, thank you.” Then he tried to think his words very carefully. “You look beautiful.”

You inevitably blushed at his words, the way he slightly paused in between them to make sure he said them right. Just then, he delicately took your hands in his. It surprised you just how soft they were, given that a gymnast’s hands would most probably be filled with callouses from gripping the bars too much, but he seemed to take care of his personal appearance, and they were the softest hands you’d ever had the pleasure of touching. “Dance?” He asked, looking at you with sparkly, sweet eyes.

Your heart got caught in your throat, beating faster than the speed of sound. You nodded, watching with awe as he led you into the sea of athletes grinding on each other, partying like a bunch of hormone-addled college kids. You’d danced enough already, but for those pretty eyes, you’d do jumping jacks on the spot if he asked you to.

He placed his hands on your hips the moment you reached the crowd, hanging right on the edge to not feel as cramped in the tight hallway, and you began to gently sway to the beat of the bright pop song blaring from the speakers. He appeared to you like something out of a dream, with his fluffy hair, sparkly eyes, soft cheeks, and bunny smile. In your mind, he was an angel that could do no wrong.

“You’re pretty,” he said, not bothering to hide the wide smile on his face as the song changed to something more upbeat, but you kept the same pace as before, not caring about the world around you in the slightest. In fact, he brought you closer to him, pressing your chests together as you gently placed your palms on his chest. “When I saw you first, I…” he giggled to himself, searching his brain to find the right words to say. “I think?”

“Thought,” you corrected cheekily.

“Thought, yes,” he nodded, “I thought, ‘wow, so pretty’,” he smiled like he just recited a dozen love sonnets to you from memory. It sure felt like it.

You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling like a schoolgirl. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, but you didn’t care; you hadn’t felt like this in months, probably years. “Well, I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met,” you confessed.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Wow, really?” You nodded, taking notice of the way his eyes trailed down to your lips and then back to meet your gaze, then focusing back on your lips. “Can I…” He began, an ounce of hesitation tainting his voice. “Can I kiss you?”

You swore you were going to combust right then and there. He gripped you tighter, your faces were so close to touching yet so far. The world seemed to slow down around you, as if waiting for you to say yes and then have everything go back to normal speed, as if trying to highlight this moment in particular. You nodded, cupping his face and letting your lips naturally gravitate towards each other until they finally met in the softest of first kisses. He was timid, shy, unsure of how to proceed. You didn’t want to scare him. It was so new to both of you, that the mere touch of your lips resulted in a whole slew of emotions running through your body. You felt your feet lifting off the ground, ready for him to take you to the sky.

Just like the kiss began, it ended, far too quick for your liking, but that’s what it was, just an innocent kiss.

You looked into his eyes again, but this time you found them gazing deep into your soul, trying to figure out your thoughts, to pick your brain apart just to know how you worked. You giggled together, like teenage lovers who snuck away just to innocently make out.

“Again?” You asked, taken over by his charming smile. He beamed, a hint of pink creeping up his cheeks, and leaned closer to capture your lips tenderly once more.

This kiss was a lot more passionate than the last, you pressed your bodies so close together it was hard to even breathe, but that was the last of your concerns. His lips were so soft, so skilled, so hypnotizing, you were sure that just his kisses ruined other men for you. He was the absolute best you were ever going to get, and he was making sure you would always remember him wherever you were.

Now a bit more confident, he didn’t hesitate to slip his tongue into your mouth, heady with the taste of beer. You were drunk on him already, head up in the clouds with the way he grabbed you and claimed your mouth so expertly. Your tongues danced and twisted with passion just as you held onto the collar of his shirt, knees already weak for him.

You heard several whistles and some hoots of encouragement around you. The kiss broke just like that, finally remembering you weren’t alone, and that you probably staged a show for all of the partygoers.

Indeed, when you opened your eyes and looked around you, your friends were cheering for you, clapping to the beat of the music. You even heard some screaming “Finally!” and some of Jungkook’s friends were high-fiving. Namjoon reluctantly grabbed his wallet and passed Ali a bill, and you figured they must’ve made a bet of some kind.

Of course, your faces went red from getting caught red-handed. Still holding you close, Jungkook sighed and complained to his friends in Korean, laughing along with them. On the other hand, you held a bewildered gaze with your friends, who only gave you a thumbs up. Karli even yelled at you to get your man, so you hid your face in his chest in embarrassment and laughed.

“Hey,” Jungkook called seconds later. You looked around, and by then your group had scattered and left you alone.

“Yes?” You turned to him, curious, as he shyly looked away for a moment.

“Uh, you wanna, uh, go to my room? With me?” He asked, licking his lips out of nervousness. The question took you by surprise, but you didn’t have time to even process it, because you were nodding almost immediately as if your body was calling out to him so desperately.

He nodded in confirmation and finally let you go, grabbing your hand and leading you past the sea of people, navigating the hallway carefully, and right towards the elevators. You noticed the duffel bag Jackson previously mentioned, and Jungkook quickly crouched down, grabbed a couple, and stuffed them into his pocket. It only made what you were about to do a lot more real for you, and it had your heart thumping wildly inside your ribcage.

The ride down to his floor was rather short. He only lived three floors down, but when the doors opened, you realized that the party was really getting out of control. If anything, Jungkook’s floor was more chaotic than Jackson’s. You witnessed someone throwing a roll of toilet paper around, some athletes were in their competitive uniforms busting it down to a random rap song, and other people were playing volleyball in the hallway. It took a long minute to even get past them, but you managed to reach his apartment door unscathed.

To your relief, his place was empty, but you could still hear the booming bass from outside. He turned on the lights to the small common area between rooms, and then looked at you.

No words needed to be said right then. They weren’t necessary.

He immediately crossed the gap between you, grabbing your face and smashing his lips into yours in a sudden frenzy. The kiss was urgent, desperate, and you held onto the collar of his shirt as if you’d suddenly lose control of your legs and fall over. “Room,” he whispered between kisses, never once letting you go, “my room.”

You broke the kiss, gasping for air. “Which one is it?”

He took your hand in his and led you to the door on your right, quickly getting both of you inside and turning the lights, shutting the door, and locking it. When he was done, he sighed and began to slip off his sneakers. You licked your lips and followed his lead, wiggling your toes when your bare feet touched the hardwood floor.

“So,” you began, pacing around the room while he threw his socks on the hamper next to his luggage. “This is your bed?” You pointed at the bed closest to the window. He nodded and walked over to you. “What do you wanna do?”

He pecked your lips sweetly. “Kiss you.”

You cocked an eyebrow — that wasn’t really the answer you were hoping for. “Kiss me?”

But then his gaze darkened and he placed his hands on your hips. “Everywhere,” he said and began pushing you backward until the back of your legs hit the bed. He kissed you again, shortly, and waited for you to sit down right in front of him. He grasped your chin and made you look up at him as he smirked and fiddled with one of the buttons of his shirt.

Oh.

You watched as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing inch after inch of gorgeously sculpted skin. It’s not like you’d never seen him shirtless before — his Instagram feed was chock-full of sexy workout pics — but this was different. This was intimate.

His shirt hit the floor and you were blessed with the image of his toned physique. At this point, it was enough to make you drool, and you wondered what would become of you the moment he took off his pants.

He must’ve seen you ogling because he chuckled to himself as he bent down to kiss you again. “Pretty,” he muttered into the kiss. It seemed this was his new nickname for you.

You let him whisk you away to dreamland with that kiss, sighing with content as you cupped his face with both hands to keep him there, but his were doing something entirely different. Instead, he was playing with the hem of your shirt, having untucked it from your jeans, pulling it up with a little bit of hesitation. Like he was waiting for you to give him the go. So you placed one hand atop his to help him pull and hoped he got the idea. Thankfully, he did, and your shirt was off in no time.

He gave you a once over, smirked, and placed his knee on the bed, beside you, and you took it as a sign to climb further up the bed and rest your head on the pillow. Jungkook soon followed, settling on top of you, hands on either side of your head to avoid weighing you down. “Kiss?” He asked, licking his lips.

“Kiss,” you answered, smiling.

Contrary to what you expected, he went for your neck, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses onto the skin, all while his hands roamed your body and squeezed any part they could find. You spread your legs to accommodate him in between them and gently rubbed his back as he looked for your sweet spot, softly nibbling and licking your neck. His crotch met yours and he finally rested his whole weight on you. Opening your legs even further, you wrapped your arms around him, delighted to feel all of him on top of you.

He found a spot at the juncture of your neck and shoulder and bit it. Softly. Intimately. Not too much for it to hurt, but enough to leave a mark, dragging the skin out and releasing it. Your panties were soaked just from that little action.

His lips ghosted atop your jaw, and he came up to taste your lips, albeit briefly, before coming back down to worship your chest, going further down until he brushed the valley of your breasts. He paused for a moment and looked back at you. “Kiss?” He repeated, gaze darker than before.

Breathless, you nodded. “Kiss.”

He grinned, then proceeded to press small kisses to the top of each of your breasts, almost reverentially. His finger hooked onto the band of your sports bra and pulled down teasingly until your breasts were exposed. He looked down on them with hunger and didn’t hesitate to put the right one into his mouth, lips wrapping around your nipple and flicking it with his tongue. You squeezed your eyes shut from the pleasure as he pinched your other nipple, twisting it to his heart’s content until the soft bud turned stiff. Your cunt clenched around thin air and you moaned, cradling his head with your hand, soothingly brushing his bangs out of his face. When he was satisfied, he switched places, all while looking you in the eye, like he was fully aware of just how turned on you were. He sucked on your other nipple like a vacuum, rolling the other one between his fingers as you held back a moan, biting your lip.

He grew tired of it, eventually, releasing your nipple with a wet pop, and you took your bra off, carelessly throwing it to the floor. He grabbed your breasts and squeezed them like a plushie as he kissed down the valley of your breasts and into your belly. He seemed to like how soft your skin was, because he sank his teeth into it, dragging it out and then letting it snap back into place, tongue darting out to lick it immediately after. He reached the waistband of your jeans and wasted no time to take them off of you; you lifted your hips up to help him. Now that you were almost bare, you could see how he licked his lips at the sight of your soaked undies, your legs spread for him only.

He got off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of you, grabbed your ankles and pulled you close to the edge, then put your legs on his shoulders. As he ran his hands along your firm thighs, he raised his pierced eyebrow and said once more, “Kiss?”

At this point, you wanted to shove his face between your legs and never let him come back up, but your mind was so hazy you couldn’t even fathom to speak, so you nodded instead. He leaned down, his hot breath fanning your clothed cunt. “Pretty,” he purred, and pressed a hot, languid kiss to your pussy, inhaling your scent as if you were his favorite meal. Then he leisurely kissed your mound, and your inner thighs, taking his time, all while ignoring your hot center, still very much covered, still very wet for him.

“Jungkook,” you whined after a minute, grabbing his attention, “please.”

He looked at you with lustful eyes. “Kookie,” he told you, “call me Kookie.” And just like that, he slipped your panties to the side and dove in.

If you thought his tongue was skilled before, you were greatly underestimating him.

Like his prowess in the gym, tonguing you down appeared to be his area of expertise. You wondered as he licked a fat stripe from your hole up to your clit, his face smushed between your thighs, how in the world was the man so good at everything. Did he even have a flaw? He must have one, for fuck’s sakes. He couldn’t be that perfect.

Jungkook was full-on making out with your pussy now, moaning to himself as he took in your scent, your taste, licking every inch of you. You could make out the faint lewd sounds of his tongue, how he slurped your juices like it was water, how he enjoyed it all.

He sucked on your clit hard, expertly flicking it with his tongue until you were a mess under his touch, back arching off the bed as you moaned his name aloud. It only seemed to make him go harder at it.

At some point, he slid two fingers in one go, easily filling you up and filling you deeply. Just from the way he curled them, beckoning you to him, as if luring your orgasm any closer, made you understand that this man didn’t come to play. He knew how to fuck, and he was fucking you really well. You knew that after this, after him, nobody else would compare.

You had your fingers tangled in his hair when your orgasm crashed down on you all of a sudden. You cried, thrashed, and trembled on the bed as he fucked you all the way through, helping you ride your high, slurping all of your wetness, and licking you clean. He finished you off with a kiss to your inner thigh, and slowly pulled out and away, putting your legs back down.

“Good?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

You let out a breathless laugh. The room was still spinning around you. “Yeah,” you mused, “so good. Wow.”

While you regained your breath, he helped you take your panties off, swiftly sliding them off of you and throwing them to the floor. You made grabby hands at him to help you sit upright on the bed, and you came face to face with the bulge in his pants.

His black jeans perfectly showcased how hard he was, straining around his crotch so much you thought the button was about to pop off. You wanted so much to just… touch him and please him, just like he pleased you.

You stood up, legs a bit weak but still firm — you didn’t train around 30 hours a week for nothing — cupped his face and brought him down for a kiss. Never mind that he tasted like you, it was hot as hell. You let your hands roam across his chest, down the ridges of his abs, as your tongues danced together, until you finally cupped his length through his jeans. He let out a tiny moan, the most wonderful melody you had ever had the pleasure of listening to, and broke the kiss, slightly bucking his hips towards your hand. You groped him tighter.

“Do you like that?” He hummed in approval. “Can I take it off?” You asked.

“Please,” he whispered, and returned to the comfort of your lips as you unbuttoned his jeans. After quickly unzipping, you began to pull them down, but he grabbed your hands and hooked your fingers over the waistband of his underwear, silently pleading to take everything off in one go.

His jeans and boxers hit the floor, leaving him finally in the nude, bare to your eyes. You kissed him harder as he stepped out of his pants and pulled you closer. Wanting to feel all of him, you pressed your bodies tightly against each other, his big hands grasping your ass and squeezing, his hard cock pressing against your lower belly. You wasted no time and took him into your hand. His cock was hot, hard, and sensitive; that much you could gather based on the way he moaned into your mouth as you jerked him off.

“Hmm, wait,” he said, reluctantly separating from you. You released him, and then he turned around to fish his pants from the floor, digging into his front pockets to procure a condom, the packet emblazoned with the logo of the Olympics. He quickly tore it open and rolled it on, letting out a sigh of relief once he was done.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you close, softly giggling along with you as you kissed again. “Up,” he said later, patting your thigh. You jumped into his hold and crossed your legs around him, hanging onto him like a koala, never fully separating from his lips. He walked blindly around the room, carrying you with ease like you were a mere paperweight, until your back hit a wall.

You ached to have him inside you, and he seemed to read your mind, grasping his cock and lining it with your entrance. He entered you slowly, stretching you out until he sheathed all of himself inside you. The two of you moaned in unison, holding onto each other so tight you half-expected to see marks tomorrow. Your coach wasn’t going to be happy about this.

“Fuck,” you whispered, digging your nails into his shoulders as he gave you a moment to get used to the intrusion. He was having a hard time, too, breathing heavily, trying not to spill his load quickly.

“Good?” He asked, bumping the tip of his nose against yours. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” you answered, the balls of your feet resting atop his perky ass. You’d give anything to squeeze it, but sadly, your current position wouldn’t allow it.

Jungkook then proceeded to thrust into you, starting off slow to get you accustomed to the feeling, steadily building the pace, fucking you deeply and surely. Eventually, he set a hard, deep pace, his pubic bone slightly grinding against your clit, providing you with more pleasure.

You captured his lips in a searing, passionate kiss, just as your toes curled from the onslaught of pleasure that he gave you. He gripped your ass with tremendous force, matching his hard thrusts, the sound of skin hitting skin permeating the otherwise silent room. You could still make out the booming bass of the party outside, but in this room, it was just the two of you. Nothing else mattered.

“Kookie,” you moaned into the kiss. He responded with your name and an even harder thrust. His nails dug into your skin, surely leaving some marks behind. You didn’t care.

He eventually got tired of carrying you, letting you back down on the floor gently, after making you aware of his discomfort. He had just spent the entire day competing at the finals, of course, he was tired — so were you. Even the best gymnasts, with all their stamina, had a breaking point, and you tried not to cross his.

“Sorry,” he said, slightly blushing. You caressed his cheek and kissed him, letting him know it was more than alright.

But then, you had an idea. “Come,” you said, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the large floor-to-ceiling windows that showed a spectacular view of Tokyo Bay.

“Here?” He asked, surprised. You were sure no one was going to see you getting fucked against the window, most of the athletes were busy either partying or sleeping anyway, and the streets below were empty at this time of night.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” you smiled.

Jungkook chuckled and pulled you in for another kiss. “You’re crazy,” he said. Then, he turned you around so you faced the window and smacked your ass, watching with glee how it jiggled. Spreading your legs a bit, you pressed your palms against the glass for some leverage, as he quickly lined his cock with your center and slid into you again, filling you up completely.

The angle made you feel him even deeper than before, and you made sure to let him know. “Shit,” you cursed, “fuck, that feels so good.”

“Yeah? Good?” He asked with that breathy, melodious voice of his, rolling his hips and burying his cock deep into you. Your face and breasts were pressed against the window as he quickened the pace, leaning down to press kisses on your shoulder.

“Yesssss,” you moaned, “fuck me harder.”

“What?” He asked, out of breath.

“Harder,” you repeated, already feeling your orgasm looming closer and closer. You were far too sensitive tonight, and he was bringing you to climax quicker than any other man ever could.

Jungkook obeyed, keeping his quick pace but hitting much harder now, moaning your name aloud with the prettiest voice you’d ever heard, so much that it made you clench all around him as you pictured him furrowing his brows and his features twisting pure pleasure. Overwhelmed, you sneaked a hand below to touch your clit, desperate to feel more. Jungkook had a death grip on your hips, railing you desperately, hard, fast, and deep.

Your legs trembled while trying to keep you upright, jolts of pleasure traveling through your entire body as you rubbed your clit in tight little circles. “Fuck, I’m so close, Kookie, I’m coming,” you whimpered, furiously pinching and touching yourself, your orgasm so near you could already see it.

“Close?” He repeated, leaning closer to kiss your cheek, pressing his front to your back. He grabbed your breasts and pinched your nipples, and that was the last kick you needed to finally leap headfirst into your orgasm.

“Fuck!” You cried out, feeling your clit pulse in pure pleasure, your walls clenching on his cock, warm and tight, legs shaking and body spasming as your orgasm washed over you. Jungkook held you as his thrusts slowly came to a halt. The room was filled with your pants, gasping for air.

“You okay?” Jungkook asked, his lips grazing the back of your neck.

“Yeah,” you replied, “but you haven’t…”

He kissed the nape of your neck and pulled out. “No. It’s okay,” he reassured you, soothingly rubbing your shoulders. “Come,” he said, crouching down and whisking you up bridal style. You squealed, not expecting him to do that, holding onto him for dear life.

“What are you doing?” You giggled.

He walked towards his bed and lowered you gently in it, finishing off with a sweet kiss to your nose and a pretty giggle. He climbed on the bed and knelt in front of you, squeezing your calves with a bit of hesitation written across his face. “Okay?”

You quickly figured what he meant by that. “Okay,” you said, immediately spreading your legs for him. He shook his head and instead grabbed them and put them over his shoulders.

“Like this,” he said, grabbing his cock and entering you swiftly, not stopping until he bottomed out. Though you were a bit sensitive, given how you’d just had an orgasm, you’d never felt him hitting this deep until now, and he knew it perfectly, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning something unintelligible.

“Good? Okay?” He repeated, wanting to make sure you were alright. You reassured him with a nod, and that was it for him. He began to thrust into you ruthlessly — now he was fucking you for his pleasure. Holding onto your legs tightly, he pulled out his cock almost all the way and then shoved it right back in, fucking you so hard he was pretty much rearranging your insides.

He began muttering something in Korean as his thrusts got wilder and sloppier, the filthy, wet squelch of your battered cunt filling up the room. You had no idea what he was saying, but it was hot either way. He could’ve been reciting the times table of eight and you would’ve still found that incredibly hot.

His moans got more high pitched the more he fucked you, and it got you so worked up you started clenching around him on purpose, with the sole intent of watching him fall apart right then and there.

“Kookie,” you called him, caressing his thigh, “come for me, Kookie.”

“Yes,” he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut, and quickening his pace, “Y/N, a-agh!” His orgasm reached him with tremendous force, causing him to spill his load into the condom, his cock twitching inside you as he did so, body going still.

He stayed like that for a hot minute, trying to keep his composure, and when he finally came down from his high, he delicately placed your legs down on the bed, and sat beside you. The small, single cardboard beds weren’t exactly built for two people to sleep in, so it felt a little cramped, but you made it work.

“Wow,” you laughed after a minute. He looked at you with cute Bambi eyes, and you couldn’t resist the urge to hug the man to death. You scooted to the side and patted the small space next to you, and he gladly accepted the invitation, lying on his side and spooning you, pressing tiny kisses to your shoulder. “This was nice,” you said.

“Very nice,” he said, “I liked it. I like you.”

You tried not to make the blush in your face too evident, but it was nearly impossible. “I like you too, a lot,” you confessed.

He gave you the prettiest smile you’d ever seen, so bright it could light up the entire village if he wanted. “Good,” he said, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. He just couldn’t help it. “Can you stay?”

You didn’t even think it through. “Yes.”

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You were hyperventilating.

This was happening, and you were a hyperventilating, crying mess. A silver medal. A fucking silver Olympic medal for the vault. You couldn’t believe it.

Your team screamed for you with delight as you stepped onto the podium. The fight had been a tough one. Your final score was just a hair away from beating the top gymnast in there, but for your first Olympics? This was a whole accomplishment, in and of itself. This called for a celebration, a party, whatever it was. You just wanted to make the most out of this.

As you bent forward to receive the medal, your gaze diverted to the side, to the bleachers, where other athletes sat and watched. In the middle of them all, there stood Jungkook, wearing the proudest smile on his face, standing up for you, phone in hand, recording it all, cheering for you.

As the winner’s national anthem was played, you watched your flag ascend along with the other athletes’, and you couldn’t fight the tears that came.

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