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PART 2 yeet enjoy

After you woke up, you noticed two servants packing up your final belongings into chests. You close your eyes for another 10 minutes before you actually decide to get out of bed. You let your mind wander to last night, and how Yoongi spoke to you. Before that, you thought he was constantly refined and uptight. Much to your surprise, he wasn't that way with you. The glint of mischief in his eyes was enough for your stomach to tighten and the blood rushed toward your center. But you were sure that in the near future, he was bound to act on his desires. And that meant you could too.

"You look gorgeous today, Y/N." The carriage had been moving for a while before either of you exchanged any words. Until now.

"You look handsome yourself, Yoongi. '' You look him up and down, just as how he did the night before. What's the harm in flirting with him? Your fiance?

Those were the only words spoken during the ride to his manor. But you could both feel the tension the whole way there.

You reached his house, and he helped you out and into the same familiar structure you had visited just a few days ago. The beauty it held was unmatched, with beautiful art gracing the glass panes and the array of living plants all around the entrance.

"The maids will escort you to our chambers, and once you are situated you can explore the house as you please." yoongi gestures to the two maids already bringing in your belongings.

Did he just say "our" chamber? Well it seems you are staying in the same room. The same bed. You nod in his direction, and start to follow the two maids headed towards what had to be your room.

The room is filled with expensive silks and a large king sized bed. White silks wrapped artfully around the canopy of the massive bed, and a wine colored throw clean and flat against the mattress. It looked more than inviting, giving you shivers thinking about what might happen on this very bed.

"Do you like it?" you hadn't even noticed that Yoongi had entered the room while you were lost in your own thoughts. Your dirty thoughts.

"It's beautiful. Everything is perfect." You say, with honesty in your voice.

"I hope you don't mind that we are to share a bed. I thought you wouldn't mind, since we will be married in less than a month." His voice lowered but the power in his voice was still there.

"I assumed we were to share a bed. But now that I see the bed, we will both surely have enough space for ourselves."

"I'm not sure we need all of this space, however." His eyes reverted back to their sinful gaze they had the night before. He was already facing you, and you barely notice the two maids finishing their work and slipping out of the room. Yoongi was standing close to you by the time you could think of a plausible response. You thought over every option you had, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. Yoongi already had hands on each side of your face, leaning in for a kiss. Once his lips met yours, they melded together, each movement perfectly complimenting the others'. His hands gilded against your side, making shivers radiate through your whole body.

Through grunts, "You really ready for me? You won't be able to walk right in those pretty little heels of yours." Your only response was deepening your kiss, and grabbing at his clothes savagely. His coat dropped to the ground, and your top was being untied in the midst of heavy breathing and lustful gazes. Yoongi pushes you onto the bed and follows you by spreading your thighs for him. Each large hand glued to your exposed skin, grasping with want. He guides himself to hover over you, with one knee between your legs, and one hand grabbing the sheets next to his head.

"Tell me what you want." He growls, trying to restrain his free hand from tearing off the rest of the clothes garnishing your body.

"Yoongi-"

Before you could finish, the rest of your dress was flung to the side, leaving your undergarments bare to the air.

"Touch me." You plead, the heat in the pit of your stomach expanding to your core. His soft grazes were sweet and romantic, but you could feel the restraint in him.

"Don't tempt me, sweetheart." His voice was almost a snarl. His eyes were covered by his hanging hair, wet with sweat from the heat you produced together.

"Didn't you say next time you wouldn't hold back, Duke?"

As soon as you uttered the words, he was ripping off your bra, and anything else that limited his access to you. He didn't speak, other than grunts. His lips dragged against your skin, trailing from your neck to your chest, and latched on your nipple, hard from being exposed to the cold air. He flicks it with his tongue, moaning into you, making your core throb with need. His teeth nipping at you, surely leaving marks. Yoongi made sure to leave love marks all over your chest, leaving his work with a pop.

"That's so you remember who you belong to, princess." He says, going to your other nipple. He gropes the previously battered breast with his hand, grinding into you with every flick of his tongue.

"Yoongi-ah! I-I need you in me." You say with difficulty between gasps. With your command, his hand leaves your breast, and slides behind your back, grabbing your ass when he meets it. After he got his fill, he continued to slip his hand down the back of your leg, propping it up beside him. His mouth leaves your poor nipple, and trails down your torso, until he is level with your heat, in all its glory. He grabs your other leg and throws it over his shoulder, allowing him better access to your dripping core. His lips attach where you need them most, aggressively sucking on your clit, then grazing his tongue over and over at a faster and harder pace than the last. When you arch back, you could feel his smirk against you, only making the pleasure that much more irresistible. You grab his hair, clinging onto something while the coil in your core starts to tighten. His tongue, still relentless, glides flat against your heat, gathering every last drop of cum you had to offer. Yoongi groans at your taste and he decides he wants more of you. With his lips kissing your clit, he slides two fingers into your heat, taking you by surprise. You yelp with discomfort, but after he slides them in to the hilt with ease you find yourself begging him to move them. He pulls them out only to snap them back in, leaving no room for you to hide your reaction.

"Keep going love, just a little longer. Cum for me princess." It seemed like he didn't need air, immediately attaching to your clit, licking like he was starved.

His pace never faltered, and the undeniable orgasm was almost at its precipice. Your thighs gave in, shaking around his messy head, and your back arching at a dangerous angle. He could feel the cum drip onto his tongue, and he took his hand out of your heat, only to reach up to your chest. His thumb making circles around your sore nipple, with your own mess all over his fingers. He helped you ride out the rest of your orgasm.

"You did well, but I'm not done with you just yet sweetheart." The pet name flowed effortlessly off his tongue, making your battered core, get wet all over again.

"Get on your hands and knees." He growls, taking his erection out of his pants and throwing them somewhere along with your clothes. You did as he said, missing the sight of his stroking his length with hunger. His hands find your ass, spreading you apart for him to see.

"Already wet for me again, huh?" You could only groan in response, the dryness in your throat stopping you from speaking.

He rubs his angry head on your folds, gathering enough of your juices to slip in. With both his precum and your wetness, made a perfect concoction for his entrance. With a slap to your clit, he enters you inch by excruciating inch. He hisses at how you swallow him up, making him lose his senses for a moment.

"God, so tight for me." He pants, throwing his head back in complete satisfaction.

He was thick, and by the way the tip of him grazed your cervix, he was exceptionally long too. You hadn't looked, but you could feel it. Once he was bottomed out he snapped his hips back, allowing him to slam back into you with all the force he had.

"M-more please. More." you squeal, pushing past the pain.

His hands glide up your side holding your hips in place. His newfound support let him pull you into him as he pushed into you.

"You're doing so well, beautiful," With those words his hand snakes up to clench around your throat, cutting off your air source, "Now tell me who you belong to."

With strain you whimper, "You. Min Yoongi. You." He moans at your words and his hips begin to falter, making the slapping noise become more irregular. After three more deep strokes into your heat hitting the perfect spot, you squirm, and your arms go limp as your second orgasm washes over you. Once Yoongi heard your moans and the way he felt your cum around his length, he was spilling into you. He milked himself into you, filling you up to his liking.

You fall to your side as he pulls out of you, and pant heavily. Yoongi gets up and walks to the other side of the room without a word. He returns with a nightgown, the same one that he saw you wear last night.

"Sit up, I'll help you put it on." He says, with a soft voice. Very different to his growling a few minutes ago in the throws of passion. You sit up, and raise your arms to put the sheer dress over your head and your arms in the sleeves. Once you were covered-well, sort of-Yoongi peeled back the sheets to the king sized beg.

"Let's sleep now, princess. We can always do it again tomorrow morning. Better get rest until then." He smirks to you. You join him under the sheets. His arm snakes around your midriff, and your eyes slide closed with exhaustion, and your head to a deep and peaceful sleep.

You fall asleep to Yoongi's beautifully pink lips pressing loving kisses against your neck, and anticipation for all that's to come.

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markword · 4 years

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PART 1!!

Yoongi/Duke

Yoongixreader

No name for this bad boy yet but ENJOY——————————————————————————

it had only been my 18th birthday in court. How did it turn into this?

You were snapped out of your trance with a sharp slam on the table. Your father, the king, was furious. You had forgotten that you were in the middle of an increasingly more serious fight.

"How could you refuse the marriage proposal from the Duke of Min?!" He was pacing in front of you, while you sat stunned on your bed. He had stormed into your room past your guards and began questioning you on your seemingly wrong actions. His veins popping out of his head he questioned you again;

"Y/N? Are you listening to me? You will go to his manner at once and apologize for not thinking clearly, and that you accept his proposal."

You were stubborn enough to not make anything but a straight face and composed manner while he scolded you. You knew it would drive him crazy, and that was afterall one of your favorite things to do. He told you that a carriage would be waiting for you in the morning and maids ready with an "appropriate wardrobe" to dress you in for the visit. You knew that you had no power resisting the command. After all, you had grown up accepting the ugly truth of being auctioned off like some farm animal. But, out of all the men that had asked for your hand in marriage, Min Yoongi was the only one you had considered saying yes to.

The morning after, the maids came to your room as your father promised. They were always annoyingly punctual. You let them mess with your dress, apparently brand new from your seamstress. Once you were dressed with appropriately simple jewelry, you were headed to the carriage that was undoubtedly waiting for your arrival. Once you turned the corner to the courtyard, your father was strolling along with your mom, obviously overseeing that you actually get in the carriage, since you were the stubborn type and everyone knew. You stepped in the carriage, admiring the craftsmanship that went into your transportation. You were off to see the man that made your thoughts quiver, and your legs go limp. He was shut off to the rest of the court, your court. He came to special occasions, and paid his respects when needed. He was more involved with the court politically, offering men when the king needed extra men, and having a steady alliance with your father. Yet, he seemed soft in a way, maybe it was his dark eyes. The way they softened toward you, you knew would be in the back of your mind for your visit to the Min house. In fact, it was all you could think about the whole ride there. Once your carriage started to slow, you were going to be face to face to your future husband. Much to your dismay, the man did make you want to forget about your rebellion. But you knew that would break the many promises you made to yourself after the many suitors. But, those eyes.

You were escorted out of the carriage, to the entrance of the Min house. Once the doors were opened, the nerves started to make you quiver. It was beautiful on the inside, with many beautiful works of art gracing each wall with just the right amount of elegance. The colors, and the displays of blooming flowers and plants on the window sills. It seemed to reflect the head of the house, Yoongi, in all his glory.

"Y/N? I wasn't expecting you?" A similar low toned voice breaks your thoughts in two and leave you at a loss for words. Where would you even begin to explain? Would he actually listen?

"I apologize for arriving without notice, but I came here on request per my father, the king."

"I see. So you're not here out of your own curiosities?" His glare sharpens toward you. He already knew you were here to accept his previous proposal, yet he finds the need to make you squirm.

"I came to talk to you about your proposal."

He threw his head to the side to show his amusement with you.

"What about it? You expressed your discontent with the idea. I thought it was a clean cut." He said, looking at you up and down, making your throat clench.

"I apologize for my reaction in that mome-"

"That moment? Why are you apologizing to me?" He interrupts.

"I mean to say that I do accept your proposal, if it still stands, duke Min." You choke out the formality at the end of your explanation.

"It does still stand." He says without his usual confidence.

"Then, this means we are engaged, duke Min."

"Don't show such formality towards me. Yoongi is an equally acceptable name for me."

"I will inform my father of the news, and then I will make arrangements for the ceremony."

You sit on the ride back to your home, only able to think about how your resistance and stubbornness have come to an end. But at least, you would be able to start a new life out of your court. You'd be lying if you said that you weren't just a little excited to see what Min Yoongi was like behind closed doors.

You stir in your seat. After returning back to court you told your father about the engagement, and he quickly set up a lunch with Duke Min. Your parents sat on either side of you, facing toward the infamous Min Yoongi. The only reason for your fathers discontent when you turned Min Yoongi down was the fact that your marriage with him would strengthen his power and give him a strong business tie with one of the most powerful families under his rule. But you had no choice other than to accept the situation, and with that, Min Yoongi.

"It's a pleasure to be in your company today, Duke Min." you say flatly, earning you a scowl from both of your parents.

"The pleasure is all mine. I am looking forward to a grand ceremony in our honor."

"Well, we will be sure to have it meet all your expectations. We set the date for a month from today. Are there any requests for the ceremony, Duke?" Your father was determined to please his future colleague.

"I don't have any requests for the ceremony, but I do request that Princess Y/N stay in my manner until then." His eyes dart to yours, demanding your gaze.

"Very well, we will have her belongings gathered to leave the first thing in the morning for your manner." Your mother chimes in, more than happy to finally have you become someone else's responsibility. With the go ahead from the King and Queen, there was nothing you could do to prevent your inevitable move into the Min house.

Before the lunch was over, Duke Min was invited to stay in a guest chamber for the night and leave with you in the morning. You had already found your way back to your own room, and tiredly laid on your bed, thinking about how this time tomorrow, you wouldn't be laying on your own bed. A sharp knock to the door jolted you upward.

"Duke Min is here to see you" one of your newer and mousy servants announced.

Why is he visiting, and so late nonetheless. Only seconds after he was announced, his figure appeared in front of you. His silhouette was framed by the glow of your fireplace, and his black hair hung low, gliding over his sharp eyes. Your mouth already started to dry, and your legs clenched around nothing.

"Sorry for my sudden visit, I just wanted to speak with you alone before we left for my manner."

"I-i'ts alright, I just would've wished for more time to look presentable."

"Y/N, you look beautiful no matter what state you're in, there's no need to look 'presentable' for me." He steps closer to you, noticing his compliment took you off guard, and softens his gaze while he observes you in your nightgown. It was almost sheer, giving up all your secrets when the firelight hit you just right.

"And please, I am just Yoongi to you now. We are to be wed and those formalities shouldn't exist between a wife and groom."

"R-right, Yoongi, I understand." You hang your head, trying to focus on anything but his body so close to yours.

"I came to ask how you were feeling about the engagement. I'm aware that it wasn't your choice, but how you feel matters to me." He seemed to be incredibly close to you now, by how loud his voice seemed in your ear. His soft voice made you shiver, and your knees buckled in their place.

"Its true that I had no say in the matter, but I'm not displeased with my partner in the situation." You mumble. Your sudden honesty seemed to take both of you by surprise. A soft chuckle erupts from Yoongi's chest, making you look up at him. He was really close. He takes his hand and tilts your head back with his finger under your chin.

"Neither am I." With those words he pulls back and heads to leave your room, with you still glued in your spot. Before he leaves he turns around.

"You shouldn't be such a tease with that see-through nightgown. I don't think I'll have this much restraint next time." And with those words, he leaves you with a forming wet pool between your legs.

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markword · 4 years

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Summary: You have had a crush on Jungkook since forever ago, but he’s changed and so have you. But when you get closer to him-in a different way than expected-feelings start to come out of the dark.

What’s in this bitch: swearing, SMUT, and a lil but of spice✨✨

Side note: this is my first fanfic, so plz be nice and enjoy!! She’s a long one so get comfy and get somethin to eat and get your playlist ready ✌🏼and there will be typing errors so ignore dem por favor

WITHOUT FURTHER ADUE::::

The echoes of your footsteps drilled into your head at an annoying volume. It didn't help that your heart was incessantly pounding either. You sweep by the empty classrooms, books laying on the floor, sprawled out in a hurry. The paper in your hand was nearly as wrinkled as your shirt, picked straight out of your hamper due to the lack of time and lack of any better ideas. The bell rings and kids start to spill out of every classroom, almost taking you off your track. the bell left an annoying buzz in your ears that kept you charging forward. No one has ever given you a note, not in the four years of highschool. The note was battered and slightly torn from your fidgety hands toying with the edges all day. You'd only read it once, out of fear that if you read it again, it wouldn't say the same thing;

Go to the main entrance after last period.

I'll be waiting.

j.k.

your heart couldn't help but flutter when you first opened the tightly folded note. you couldn't help but think of who sent it to you. He was always on your radar, but not in the romantic sense. You knew it was Jeon Jungkook because of the way the words were scribbled on the paper and obviously, how he closed the short note with his long lived nickname, ¨jk. He was always quiet and reserved in middle school, which would be his defining trait until sophomore year rolled around. rumors upon rumors built up about him, almost taking you off your feet when you first heard them. Jungkook, the quiet and sweet kid you basically grew up with through school, caught with a girl in a school bathroom? for some reason, the rumors were never proven but something about how he swayed when he walked and looked at girls for a split millisecond had them planning baby names. He had silently nudged you toward the conclusion that they were undoubtedly true. The hardest part about seeing his personality take a 180 was the fact that your secret but not so secret crush on him in middle school had quite nearly been strangled to death by the man that stood waiting for you, at the main entrance.

As your pace slowed, your ears and lungs caught up. you knew you were near the main entrance, but you couldn't see over the rushing flow of students going to and fro. you catch a glimpse of the top of his head, and miraculously, he notices you too.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't still have a little thing for him.

you couldn't help it. Maybe it was more of an instinctual hormonal pull, but he was easy on the eyes and in a rugged way, almost dreamy.

His longer dark brown hair, pulled into a small bun, perched on top of his head. his loose black v neck hanging dangerously against his strict collarbones. his baggy grey joggers molded to all the right places but still looking stylishly comfy.

you stride closer to him, and see that he was making small talk with a fragile blonde girl. He erupts into laughter, showcasing his devilish smile. which was always accompanied by his cute dimples. one of the reasons you became so hopelessly in love with him in middle school was that sweet and sour smile of his. You couldn't help but look for it every once and a while in class. You slowly approach him, giving him enough time to wrap up his previous conversation.

"Oh, hey Y/N. Sorry to leave a mysterious note like that" he smiled with his eyes, making the apology that much harder to not accept (although it was a pain in the ass)

"It's really okay. Why'd you want to meet here though? I haven't talked to you for a while"

"That's not true I talk to you everyday in class" he smiled, but it was obvious he was poking fun at you and your nervousness about being there with him. He had to admit, it was a little suspicious.

"Well, what is it then?" you were starting to get impatient, letting your temper mixed with your short attention span to get ahold of you. which of course, didn't go unnoticed by Jungkook.

"Iwas absent yesterday for that chem quiz. can you tell me what's on it? I know you’re smart and you understood the material really well."

You were definitely infuriated, knowing this could've been sent by text or even asked in the fleeting moments after class. you see him at least 5 seperate times a day, why a stupid fucking note to some clandestine meeting?

"Jeon, couldn't you have just texted me? But yeah, Iremember a few questions it wasn't that hard." You were dying for an explanation, but the way his face went blank and uninviting, was enough to gather the realization that you weren't getting one.

"Im taking the makeup test in 10 minutes. Do you think I could cram the answers in time?"

Of course he could. He was insanely and almost annoyingly smart. but just like his soft nature, that disappeared over summer break before sophomore year.

He sent you off with a quick thanks and then casually turned his heels to walk to the chem classroom. Once he left, you started to realize the strangeness of it all. He could've asked anyone in Chem 2, but he asked YOU? With a note to meet nonetheless. thinking about it gave you a headache, so once you turned on your car to go home, you started to think about what songs to play and what dinner will be instead. The car ride home was uneventfully blissful, the usual weird seat dancing and emotional signing to your favorite car songs.

You walk in the door with an exaggerated "humphf" when setting down your backpack to go look in the fridge to look for a snack you knew wasn't there. Your phone vibrates on your kitchen table and slightly annoyed you at how it proceeded to rumble loudly against the flat surface. You pick it up only to see that Jungkook had sent you a post on instagram with another message that read;

jungkook:Thanks for helping today, here's this to show my thanks

it was a distorted meme that you'd seen hundreds of times before, but its humor ran out after the second time it beamed on your screen. It surprised you that he sent a meme, but it surprised you even more to get another taste of the old Jungkook you knew. The one who would thank you for helping him out, and seem genuinely thankful. Sometimes you’d catch yourself stealing fleeting glimpses of him in class. you'd often try to pick up on his new tendencies and see some of his old, but comforting ones. He would also space out in middle school, leaving his notebooks riddled with doodles and scribbles to keep himself awake. Just two days ago, he was in a lab with you and you couldn't help but glance at his notebook for a split second; graffitied with little faces and tiny but strategic and pleasing scribbles. You're still looking blankly at the screen, sure that he noticed the "seen" under his texts a while ago.

you: Of course j.k. Ibet you aced it anyways

All of this weird and sudden contact had your head in a whirl. Too many questions and literally no answers. you thought it best to leave it alone for now. But he didn't.

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You don't remember when you dozed off exactly, but you knew it was a good night's sleep when you woke up with a dry mouth and a full bladder. You groan and reach for one of the countless half filled water bottles on your nightstand. Huh? a sock?

"Whatever, Ihave to pee" you mutter to yourself. for a moment you didn't realize your deep and groggy voice.

"Wait, what" There it is again! you've never sounded this dead in the morning, even when you were hungover after your wildest night out. You finally flicker your eyes open only to be met by an unfamiliar ceiling fan and light grey walls. You rush to sit up. Something wasn't right. you look down and almost scream.

"Where are my boobs?!" your hands shoot reflexively to your chest, where they always are and are met with a dull smack as your hands hit complete flatness. You scurry out of the unfamiliar, but disgustingly messy bed and dart your eyes to find a mirror. It was weirdly easy to get up and dash to the mirror in the small bathroom to your right considering it wasn't your body you were in.

You stood panting in front of the mirror to see Jungkooks face staring back.

"What in the FUC-"

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Jungkook sorta remembers when he went to bed. By sorta he means he knew it was between 8 PM and 1 AM. He's not good at remembering things, besides, he's already up now. He cracks his neck and instinctively reaches his hand down his boxer shorts.

"Where is my-" he suddenly feels his arm push against something warm on his chest while he extended his arm to find what was there just last night. He grabs the foriegn object on his chest, anxious to grab something since his usual apparently isn't there right now. Is this a boob? It was a boob. he reached up to mimic his other hand. and there's TWO? of course there he knew that. He'd seen plenty of them, but feeling them on himself? Hell no. THAT'S never happened before. He sat up, hands still clenched around the annoyingly loose bra that covered-well-HIS tits. His face went tense as he looked for a mirror. He slowly approached the mirror hanging on the door, hoping to not be met with one of his drunken hookups that could've been a witch for all he knows. He slowly opened his eyes.

"Y/N?! Damn. well, she has nice tits, I have to give her that."

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You both immediately shot a text to each other, hoping it wasn't a dream, because if it was, you'd both look like idiots. But after telling eachother what happened when they woke up, (Jungkook left out the whole boob ordeal) and you decided to skip school today and sneak out of the house to meet and try to figure out what happened last night.

After throwing on something Jungkook might wear, you couldn't help but notice his figure staring back at you. He really was handsome. You flashed a beefy smile at the mirror and stayed smiling after seeing his signature but memorable smile. You finally talked his mom into letting you stay home just 30 minutes ago, with jungkook in an earbud listening and telling you the best way to make his mom cave. You were slightly annoyed when he said that all he had to do was say he felt sick and your mom was already convinced. It was still uncomfortable hearing your voice through the phone. you sounded really stupid on the phone. you decided to meet at a park close to both your house and his to figure it all out and how to undo it. You had a hard time figuring out how to drive his car but ended up to the park in one piece. well, Jungkook arrived in one piece. there was still no sign of your body yet. Your car comes screeching to a halt next to you before you see your body get out of the car in rage and slam the car door shut.

"Be careful with her she's old" you whine, referring to your beaten up and chipped car.

"Shut up and follow me. We gotta be alone." He grabs your arm and pulls you farther into the park and only loosened his grip when there were less than 5 people around.

"What the fuck happened, Y/N? This is freaking me out. How does this shit even happen? And why me and yo-"

"No, you shut up you're making me dizzy. I don't know my answer for all of those questions. oh god, what do we do at school? AT HOME? WHEN I HAVE TO PEE?" You almost choke on your breath thinking about going to the bathroom with a whole different set of tools.

"I don't know Y/N... I mean I could help you practice..." He reaches down toward your crotch-no- HIS crotch and you flick him away with wide eyes and a blazing stare back at him.

"This isn't a joke, Jungkook. What do we do?" you swallow heavily and look back at your body through his eyes.

"Ew. If I'd known that's what I look like I would just wear baggy sweats everyday..." you whisper it to yourself but since you were both so quiet and focused in thought, he heard it.

"Oh shut up you have a great body, Y/N."

"Did you LOOK? I didn't look, I thought it would be rude. wait-DID YOU LOOK YES OR NO?" you did look. He just doesn't need to know and wouldn't help your case any.

"Of course I did. nice tits by the way." he winked and cracked his neck again. you were too much in a daze thinking about how someone else had seen you naked. JUNGKOOK has seen you naked. Did he just say; nice tits? That doesn't matter, we need to figure this out before you cut off his dick for looking at you.

"We need to figure this out right now." you weren't kidding. if he touched your boobs that would be enough to commit manslaughter. it didn't matter if it was actually you that you were killing.

"We can go to my place now. Let's get something to eat. My mom wont think twice about me having a girl over anyways. She won't bat an eye and she'll leave us alone. Just tell her that we are both sick and want to study to catch up since its convenient. Its our best option." He cracked you a smirk, sending shivers down your spine. it was him alright, just in your body. You get up and start walking towards your beat up car out of habit to leave until he grabs your arm, almost jerking you so hard you would've fallen on your ass.

"Damn Y/N, your body is pretty strong. Stronger than you were in middle school. But lets take my car. I'll drive."

You couldn't help but blush at him mentioning middle school. I guess he really did pay attention to you back then. Your thoughts immediately hone in on memories of gym class when you'd be the best playing any activity and you embarrassed the boys in front of their respective crushes. you couldn't help but let out a little giggle, sounding even better when it came out as Jungkook's grisly and low voice. You settle in the car, and fidget with the seatbelts and keep your head glued on the dashboard to avoid any eye contact just in case you were still blushing. jungkook lets out an audible sigh before turning the keys in the ignition and putting the car in reverse. You couldn't help but look at him, sitting in your body, as he put an arm out behind your headrest to backout. He flickers his eyes between you and behind the car.

"Its so weird seeing my body like this, like from another perspective," you could resonate with what he said, especially since he's manhandling a car with legs wide open, but he looks like you at the same time. "I wonder what I look like during sex..." he mutters the last part under his breath and chuckles, part of him hoping that you would hear.

"Just ask one of your many lady friends, Jungkook. I'm sure they'd love to tell you all about it." You scoff. How could he change so much from the boy you were infatuated with? He was the same in small ways, but barely. It made you sad and frustrated when you realized that you secretly hoped he'd be the same around you after all these years.

"I could. But right now, I'm not exactly myself." You both reach to turn on the radio to drown out the awkward tension that seemed to have seeped in the car. You back off since it technically is his car anyways. He puts on one of his playlists and the first song starts to play. Its not rap and you're almost surprised. But you've known since middle school that he likes more indie and classic rock than anything else. You put your window down and look out with an elbow grasing the bottom of the window, and your hand finding its way to your hair. Well, Jungkook’s hair. Soft. You turn to look at the song name and realize jungkook is glaring at you. You never knew your face could look so scary.

"Don't feel pressured to act any different. Just be you and act normal, even if you want to touch my hair." He snickered and shot his eyes back on the road, making a smooth right turn at the light you'd been stopped at.

"Its a habit. Besides, you've seen me naked Jungkook, who cares if Iaccidentally touch your hair?" you had started to become more and more angry at his annoyingly hot voice. Just by hearing it in classes, you felt a tinge of wetness down under. But you're sure its just because of his voice, right?

"Am I wet right now? Is this what it feels like?" He chuckled so hard and loud you almost see your soul shoot out of the car and get run over. What the fuck do you even say to that? You had an idea as to why it happened but what do you say to jungkook?

He's still laughing a little when he shoots up straight in his seat.

"I know what it is Y/N, you think I'm SEXY."

you gulp. you decide that staying quiet is your best option, the one that will make you look less flustered and more cool about him calling you out.

"You know, Ihad a huge crush on you in middle school. It was almost embarrassing. I think I wrote you a love letter one time but I never gave it to you. You were such a player back then." He chuckles again, but softer this time. He confessed something embarrassing to get the conversation away from the obvious pool of wetness between his legs. YOUR legs.

"I did too." you mumble still looking out the window, trying to hide your excitement at his confession. you were happy but, that was a long time ago anyways. It didn't really matter now.

"Would you look at that, maybe we found out why we switched bodies." His facial expression was flat, almost bored looking. you both sat in silence until he pulled the car into the unfamiliar driveway you left this morning. You get out of the car and he reaches for the door and tells you to make yourself at home, as a joke, of course. To anyone else looking at you two, you were Jungkook, and this in fact, was your house.

"Maybe if we confess our past feelings, we will switch back. That’s the only thing I can think of anyways. You cool with that?" He was pouring himself a glass of apple juice and he set it down on the counter to get another glass for you.

"Yeah why not." you sipped slowly on the cold drink as he led you up the stairs to his room. You settle down on his bed facing each other, almost looking like two young girls at a sleepover talking about their celebrity crushes. you were both sitting with your legs folded and leaning in toward each other, a weirdly comfortable position for the both of you.

"You first." he grumbles with a cheesy smirk.

"Okay," you take a deep breath to collect your thoughts, "I liked you from 5th to 8th grade."

"That's it? I think we need a little more since we are still staring at our own bodies across from us." he was rocking side to side trying to conjure up any thoughts on how to fix your strange situation.

"Maybe we should kiss." He leans forward, which you dodge at the speed of light.

"What are you doing Jungkook?!" Your eyes wide open and stomach fluttering.

"Maybe this is how the spell thingy breaks, it makes sense."

He's right, If the reason you were stuck looking at yourself from this perspective was that you needed to confess and makeout, then so be it. You'd try anything at this point. You missed your own bed. He charges in closer to you slower this time and grabs your face. the way he was using your lips made it impossible to notice how quickly you'd shut your eyes. You opened them to see Jungkook staring at you with wide puppy dog eyes.

"Hell yes I'm back bitche-" He quickly silenced you with another kiss. I worked? You were sure you’d live out your days in another body. But you weren’t mad that his first idea worked out. But you weren’t about to keep your mind on the subject, Jungkook was millimeters away from you with his taunting lips. This kiss was more passionate and more eager. Your legs went limp, and your face set ablaze at Jungkook's fluid and sexy motions against you. He pokes his tongue at your lips, asking if he could enter. You quickly let him roam around your mouth, leaving you breathless and seeing stars. He slides his hands down from your face and traces the outer line of your figure, leaving goosebumps in their wake. you could feel the pool between your legs as your thighs began to quiver under his careful and strategic touch. He shifts you down, so that you're on your back and he is using an arm to support himself above you. you let out a needy whimper and you finally move your arms down his chest to trace his undoubtedly hot body. he flinched when you stopped at his waistband, and you were left just toying with the elastic until he forcefully pulled your shirt off your body, only leaving mere seconds between the deepening kiss. Neither of you were ready to stop. You could feel your body start to heat up against his and he slowly moved his waist into yours at a steady rhythm. you could feel his apparent erection glide across your thighs with every motion. You could feel the heat escape your core when you opened your legs farther, hoping he'd get the hint to touch you where you wanted him the most. You wanted his hands everywhere, but your arousal was too hot and strong to ignore for much longer. He slowly navigated his kiss downward, taking extra care of your neck, sure to leave a couple marks in his wake. once he reached your chest, with your bra still clinging on with the sheen of sweat you both worked up. As he moves his hands to hold you still, they rest on your hips with a tender but strong grip, willing you not to squirm under his touch. He started to kiss along the edge of your bra, frequently nibbling at the tender skin that lay beneath. He was taking his time of course, he'd been wondering what touching you and making you all worked up like this felt. He'd often steal glances at you in class, never letting go of his childish middle school crush. He'd accepted that he'd always feel something toward you, what that was he was unsure. But having you under him, and your back arching your chest towards him made him hungry. He knew he would never get you out of his head after this.

You take your arms behind your back and unclasp your bra hoping he would fasten up and make your horniness subside. He immediately grabs onto one and closes in on the other with tender kisses, licking around your nipple just to hear your sighs that turned into moans between his needy lips.

"Please Jung-" you whine trying to push yourself into him closer. you wanted to be swallowed into this moment. The tension was released, and god did it feel good. He cut you off with a strong and lasting rub against your core, just making you want to whine for more. He was rock hard, so the only thing he accomplished was making you shut up and making you kiss harder and your grip on his hips tighter. He finally slid his hands slowly up the inside of your thigh and his slender but strong fingers snaked their way under the thin cloth that was sticking to your folds. He took a deep and exaggerated swipe across your center, making you shiver with pleasure.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of that," he said, flashing a smile smile in between kisses on your neck.

"Just put it in already I'm dying here..."

With your words, he swiped off his shirt and pulled his pants down, showcasing the famous bounce as his erection springs out of his loose pants. his fingers wrapped around the fabric of your shorts, playing and twisting at them with want. He pulled them down slowly, propping your leg on the bed before throwing the soaking shorts somewhere on the floor. He pushed your thigh open with his now faster motions of his thigh, trying to get more friction against you. You whimper and reach for his erection. before you could fully palm it, he suddenly stopped and stared down at you, trying to catch his breath that had been sucked up by your deep kiss. He slid his thumb across your lower lip.

"Not yet Y/N. Let me do this first. I promise I’ll get to that in a minute." you watch him utter his words in a growl as he slowly drags his soft lips downwards between your breasts and then your stomach before his messy black hair is level with your core.

"I'll be gentle. Tell me if you want to stop at any time, Y/N."

You weren't expecting him to be gentle, or even offer an out for you. All the rumors of him being a brute and rough when it comes to sex and intimacy. You could see the old parts of Jungkook shining through. before you could think about it anything else he pressed his lips against you, lips pursed around your clit. a shake engulfed you, sending shivers up your spine and out of your mouth as a long moan. his tongue grazed over every inch of your center at least 3 times before he started to slow down and suck on your clit, leaving you able to feel every vibration of his ruffled moans against you. before you could recognize that you were almost at the peak of gushing-

"Are you still okay, baby?"

"Y-Yes. Oh GOD!" he had pushed two fingers into you, making you buck your hips into him. He grabbed your thigh with his other hand, silently telling you to stop letting your reactions distract him from the task at hand. Literally. He curls his fingers upward and moves slowly, applying just enough pressure to make your eyes roll back into your head, but gentle enough to keep you just below the line that would make it hurt. He was taking care of you, just like he said. You couldn't help but let your mind wander to his various conquests as he quite literally lapped at you like a starved man. Did he treat them like this? Was he this sweet but seductive with everyone? Are you the first to be thinking about this? His nibble at your folds broke you out of your daze. It doesn't matter now anyways, he was with you and he was good at making you feel good. Just keep going, you thought. It only took another nibble and his tongue in your heat to make you start to see a light.

"Jung- I'm-" you squealed. He just kept going, knowing that what he was doing was the ticket to your long anticipated orgasm. You quickly find yourself grabbing at his head of hair, just to help yourself ride out your climax. You feel the wet drip out of you, and Jungkook's tongue licking it up with lustful motions. Once he cleaned you up to his liking he lifted his head to look at you. Your eyes closed, chest heaving, and sweat making your face gleam. You really were beautiful, he thought to himself. But he wasn't done with you yet. He leaned over you and moved the baby hairs stuck on your face to the side. His doe eyes were searing into you, making you shift under him. You brought your hands up to rest on his chest. He really was beautiful, you thought to yourself. But you weren't done with him yet.

"Let me get a condom. Or are you on the pill? Its up to you, whatever you're comfortable with, baby." His term of endearment took you by surprise, but it didn't feel weird coming from his mouth, almost natural to him. You liked it, it even made your stomach hollow with excitement, but you'd never tell him that.

"I'm on the pill. I don't mind at all jungkook." His grin leaked into a smile, that adorable, sexy smile of his. it practically taunted you, knowing that his now stretched out lips were pressed up against you just mere minutes ago. You watched as he finally pulled down his boxers, allowing his painfully hard erection bounce out. The head, red and angry with understimulation, with beads of precum trickling down his length. He was big, just like the rumors had said, but you weren't expecting that he'd have the perfect length and girth. You knew after you felt him, it would be hard to go back. Especially since just his lips and tongue made you feel something you'd never felt before, something you'd think about at night while you played with yourself.

"Are you ready? I'll be careful with you if you're worried that it might hurt." He sat next to you on the bed, looking for any sign of regret in your eyes. Instead, he found your hungry eyes looking him up and down, completely naked in front of you.

"Don't hold back Jungkook, if we are going to do this I want to feel everything." You could barely focus on anything other than him. His abs, and the way they flexed when he let out a guttural laugh. His Adam's apple, that bobbed up and down when he would talk to you. His long, messy black hair, and how it framed his face. His rosy lips and how they pouted when he wasn't talking. Everything about the man sitting next to you was perfect. His features were just the same as they were back in middle school, but they became more mature and more sexy than cute.

"I'm excited to feel you around me Y/N. I've been thinking about what it would be like, and now you're here, and you're all mine." he uttered before leaning in for a soft kiss, making it easier to hide your face that was obviously blushing at his words.

"If you don't want me to hold back, Iwont" he whispers into your ear, making you wet all over again. His hand found your thigh amid deep kisses, and pushed it farther so he could fit himself between your thighs, allowing his erection to slowly graze over your dripping center with every motion. After Jungkook gathered enough of your arousal on himself, he decided it was enough to allow him to easily slip into you and lose himself in you. You grabbed his hip, angling him parallel to your body, begging him to ease himself into you.

"Please Jungkook..." you whine again.

before you could finish your sentence you felt his tip graze your entrance, teasing you with the heat. He was STILL teasing you? You grip your arms around his torso and force him closer, automatically pushing his length into you, but still not bottomed out yet. He was big and you wondered if you could realistically fit all of him in you. As soon as you pull him closer, Jungkook loudly grunts and shoots his head back at how well you fit around him.

"You feel so good Y/N." He breathes, starting to pump in and out of your heat. He didn't hesitate to throw your leg over his shoulder, allowing him further access into you. Within seconds he finds your g-spot, (he figured it was there since you let out ungodly moans when he hit it) and continues to hit it with each thrust. Each thrust was greeted with a slapping noise and the sounds of your arousal being moved around by Jungkook. His thrusts became more slowed, but deeper, grazing your cervix. The stretch that once felt uncomfortable started to feel pleasurable.

"Right there Jungkook, please don't-" you were too out of breath to even finish your sentence.

Jungkooks heavy breathing would've sent you over the edge right then and there, but he somehow kept you from coming to elongate the feeling of you around him, filling up his senses. His thrusts started to get sloppier, but still had a lustful drive in them. He shot his arm up to the wall, giving him support against his fastened pace. He grunts and shoots the other hand to use his thumb to circle around your clit, making you arch towards his touch.

"I'm gonna-" he spits out, clenching his jaw.

Not long after he warned you, you felt him throb against your insides, a warm pool filling you up. Just the sounds of Jungkook as he released into you was enough to make you follow suit not long after him since he rode his high within you.

"Sorry Ijust-" you put your finger up to his plumped lips to make him shut up.

"Don't say sorry Jungkook, It was perfect. Maybe too perfect..." you look to the side to avoid his taunting gaze. But he grabs your chin and demands for eye contact.

"I've had my eye on you since middle school, Y/N. And Iintend to keep it that way," He kisses your forehead before he gets up and throws you a hoodie that smelled like him.

"Get up butthead, we are getting icecream." he says through his stupid little grin.

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