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blindfold (6)

Jeon Jungkook x reader‒ blindfold. (m)

✎  [6+k words]

genre: smut, NSFW, college!au

warnings: light smut, dirty talk, angst

Strange things happen all the time, just like what you’re being offered by a strange tall man in a quiet coffee shop near campus. Strangers that you can’t see and only hear, and a strange boy that barely speaks but seems to be everywhere aren’t that common, on the other hand. But for some reason... You’re really keen on strange things. u. A/N: So... The end had come. First, I wanted to apologize to everyone for the very long delay, but in the end here it is. And I really hope you’ve all enjoyed blindfold just as much as I have. It’s been a wild ride for me while writing this HHAHAHAHA But I’m really glad I finished it. I’m still not satisfied with it, not going to lie, but, I guess no one is ever going to be satisfied with the ending to one of their stories. Thank you all so much for the endless support you all have given me, I couldn’t have done it without you guys and the immense love you guys had for this little series. As always, reblog, like and don’t refrain from sending me messages. Thank you so much for following blindfold so far and I’ll see you all in the next series. Love and Kisses, May. (btw, if you see some typos and errors, I’ll fix them soon.)

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"Jungkook... Look at me." Your breath was loud and fast, your heart beating as if it could leap from your chest, you felt sick, you felt weak, you were scared... So, so scared. With the blindfold in your hands you watched as his shoulders lifted and fell, his back to you, both hands on the wooden table in front of him, he was just as you were. Scared. A few hours earlier. Sleeping felt impossible. There were oh so many things that a while back seemed impossible, but somehow, some crazy way, shit just started to become that... Possible. If you were being honest with yourself, there was this part of you, this... Safe part of you that wanted to just be that. Safe. Turn your back on this whole idea and go back to your normal life. But after almost the whole night reminiscing in memories, the faint feeling of being touched by him, to hear his voice again to honestly, see him, you felt sure that this is what you had to do. Now, you hadn't really thought out just how things would go, confronting him was the only thing you were sure of. You didn't know how you were going to do so, what you would say. Yet again you found yourself without a plan, something you were not fond of. You still had a few hours before the sun came up, so getting out of bed and sitting in front of your computer you did what you did best. You planned everything. And the first step to your plan was making sure there were no misunderstandings. You were already sure that Jungkook was the Stranger, but you needed proof. You stood outside the Frat House and watched as the boys came out one by one. In your red summer dress and wearing very, and I mean very obvious sunglasses you waited until Jungkook came out, but that never happened. When you spotted Namjoon, you quickly made your way to him. "Joon!" You called. His head spun around at the familiar voice calling out his name in the almost peak of the morning. "Y/N, what are you...?" He started speaking. "Good morning, sorry, this is unexpected, I just wanted to speak to you real quick." You said as you watched the boy's bloated sleep-deprived face twist in confusion. "Uhm, sure... What's up?" "Is Jungkook still asleep?" You asked. "Oh... I'm pretty sure he didn't come back to the house last night, didn't see any of his bodyguards and well, I was awake almost all night." He said and you sighed. You sighed, you just needed to get something that could prove he was the Stranger. "Listen... Is there any chance... And look, this is gonna sound weird, but I just want to... Uhm, I want to surprise Jungkook and I really need to get into his room, but I know he has like a hundred locks and I was wondering since you're the house president if you know the code?" You lied. Namjoon seemed a little bit suspicious at first, but he smiled, a sweet smile that made you confused. "You two really hit it off, huh? I'm glad, honestly, the kid needs to let out some steam." He said. You grinned, a chuckle leaving you. Little did he know just how much steam Jungkook let out on a weekly basis. Namjoon was certain to give you the code and soon, you were on your way into the frat house. As you made your way up the stairs you momentarily stood in front of Jungkook's room. There was a nervousness that you just couldn't contain inside of you. What if he was there? How would you confront him like that? He could just lie to you, say that you are delusional. You took a deep breath, put in the code and the door unlocked. As you slowly made your way in, it was empty, just the faint light from the rising sun peeking from his window. His room was... Him. It was neat and minimalist, but as you looked around you felt a sense of loneliness in everything, in the way his pencils were organized and the way he didn't have any pictures or posters... It was just as if the person who slept there would leave at any given second. And maybe... Just maybe that was your biggest fear in confronting Jungkook, having him leave and never see him again. As you looked around you sighed again, you needed to find something, you decided to open his desk drawers. There you found yourself gasping as not one but several sketches were organized inside. They weren't ordinary sketches, they were detailed drawings of you... You in the coffee shop reading a book. You in class bitting down on your pencil, and of course, there were the lewd ones. You put your hand over your mouth, cheeks heating up as you saw the detailed lines of you tied up completely bare in the hotel bed. The blindfold on, but on the same sheet, right beside that, were your eyes. Several different sketches of your eyes looking down, or looking straight to you, or... To him. You felt slightly overwhelmed, this was how Jungkook saw you, he saw you in a way that you never could have imagined. He saw you as something beautiful, something precious and you could feel that by the way he drew you. You left the sketches in the drawer and further looked for something else and soon enough you found it. The blindfold. Not just any blindfold, this was the first one, from the first day. It gave you a feeling of nostalgia, melancholy, the idea of all that just becoming a memory. You weren't in love with just the stranger, you were in love with the quiet boy, the one that shoved his hands in his pockets and that asked you invasive question, you were in love with him. And the two together made things even stronger. The second step to your plan was making sure that if things went wrong, he wouldn't be alone, that he wouldn't freak out, so you took out your phone as you made your way out of the frat house and called. "Miss Y/L/N?" The voice said on the other line. "Listen, I need to speak to you, but it has to be a secret, if you tell him, I'm going to leave and never come back do you understand me?" You threatened. "Yes." He said after a while. "Good, meet me at the cafe in twenty minutes, if he's with you, make something up." And you hung up. This part of the plan was the part you were most worried about. You knew Jungkook was a troubled guy, that he has severe anxieties and the last thing you wanted was to trigger him in any way possible. So as you waited in the cafe you fidgeted with the blindfold in your hands, looking down at the wood. Not long after, he came in and slowly made his way to the table. "Miss, Y/L/N." He said in a calm voice. You looked up to see the same man that had stopped you a while back to give you the proposition. "Call me Y/N, please, there is something serious I need to discuss with you." You said in a firm tone. "Fine, Y/N." He sighed, taking off his glasses and placing them into his pocket. "What is this about?" "Listen, Mister... Wait, what's your name." You asked. "Jin." He answered simply. "Ok, listen, Jin, I know Jungkook is your client and that you must have confidentiality terms with him and all, but... I found out, ok?" You started and watched as he adjusted himself in the chair. "I... I don't know who you're talking about, Y/N." He said. "Cut the bullshit, Jin, I'm not here to threaten him, I'm here to make sure that he's going to be ok." You said and you saw him swallow. You looked down, now fidgeting with the blindfold. "Look, you told me he was a good kid and I know he is, I feel it... I feel it so much that all I want is to be with him, but I can't do that while he's lying to me." You admitted in a defeated voice. "He's not lying to you-' Jin started to say in an outraged voice. "Fine, omitting. Whatever." You shrugged, rolling your eyes. "I'm going to confront him today." It came out less secure than you wish it had. "And I don't know how that's going to go... I don't know if he's going to want to leave and never look back, if he's going to freak out, all I'm asking of you is that you make sure he's ok, that he's safe and that he's taken care of in case that happens." Jin was silent for a few moments, looking you in the eyes while he assessed the information. Jin seemed like a good guy to you, you could see that he really cared about Jungkook and that his concern was real, not just professional. He sighed and looked down at the table. "Ok." He said simply and you felt the air you were holding leave you. "Ok." You mimicked him, a faint relief in your voice. "Don't tell him I know, don't tell him I'm going to confront him, all I want is to do this the right way, all I want is honesty, if he's honest with me, I'll be all his." You didn't know to whom exactly you were saying that, if it was to Jin or to yourself, but either way, it was the truth, you breathed out, the air coming out a little shaky. "He... He really liked you." You heard Jin's voice and your eyes traveled up, looking him in the eyes again. He seemed less formal than before, a little more relaxed, but always with that worry in his eyes.  "Jungkook isn't only my boss he's my friend and all I want for him is to have a normal life with friends and a normal relationship." He finished in a low voice. You bit on your lower lip nodding in understanding, but soon, looking down at the blindfold again. "Why hasn't he told me yet?" You asked. Jin pursed his lips, a bitter chuckle leaving him. "He's scared, scared you'll think he's a freak that he's... A pervert, I don't know." He admitted trying himself to understand the boy's reasons. "Jin, I agreed to let him do things to me for money, what does that say of me?" You asked, feeling your cheeks a little red with admitting the fact. Jin shrugged, hands coming to cross in front of his chest. "I just hope this works, I thought that telling him to ask you on a date was going to fix it." He shook his head as if he couldn't understand why things went wrong. "Wait, that was you?" You frowned. Jin looked up at you, a side smile on his face. "Yeah, I've been telling him to ask you out for months." He chuckled. Your eyes bulged slightly, months? You looked back down at the table. "I'm in love with him." You said it out loud and looked at Jin again. The smile on him was genuine. As if he was looking at something endearing to him, you felt your cheeks hot. You both were cut off by the sound of Jun's phone, he looked at it for a moment and looked at you. "Is it him?" "Yeah... I should go." You pursed your lips and nodded. After you said your goodbyes, you felt your stomach turn. You were nervous, what if in the end, maybe Jungkook didn't have feelings for you, he wanted to keep things separate? But Jin had said he really liked you. You shook your head getting rid of bad thoughts and made your way back to your apartment. As the day went by, you nervously waited for the clock to hit seven. Witch each hour that went by you rehearsed everything in your head. Malia would peek through the door and sigh, she was almost just as anxious as you were. After all, she knew how much you liked him. You distracted yourself by taking a shower when the clock hit six and soon enough, it was seven. You waited by your window your stomach felt as if it was turning inside of you. When you saw the car park outside you made your way to the living room and Malie was standing there, waiting with a hopeful look on her face. "Ok weirdo, good luck." She said while she gave you a quick hug. You nodded and looked at her. "Before I go... There is something I need to say to you." You had to say something, after all, if things went bad with Jungkook, maybe at least one thing could go right. Malia had a confused look on her face but nodded. "Namjoon really, really likes you... I know you're not the type to date and all, but he's an amazing guy and he deserves good things, so... Either step up and be with him or stop breaking his heart." You said with a firm tone to your voice. You knew Malia wasn't a bad person, but she was terrified of commitment, so maybe she just needed a push. Malia swallowed and bit her lower lip, but nodded. You smiled at her and made your way out of the apartment, once again getting in the car and making your way to the hotel. You clutched your phone all the way to the hotel and looked at the driver who seemed just as impassive as ever. Just as you were the first time you had come to the hotel, you were shaking and nervous. You walked slowly into the lobby, this time you had a feeling you were being watched, but you didn't dare look around as you made your way to the receptionist. She looked up at you and she smiled when she recognized you, you smiled back, this time a little more secure than when you first came. When she gave you the key, you clutched it in your hand, making your way to the elevators. AS you got in it all started to feel a little worse, the fear of Jungkook leaving, the fear of him having a breakdown. You breathed in and out slowly, trying to control your heartbeat. When the doors opened you took in the hallway, you haven't ever noticed the way the warm light painted the walls and how the carpet was littered with Roman designs. You always knew this was a five-star hotel, but maybe just now you started to notice the small things and feel nostalgic about them. When you stopped in front of the room you waited a few seconds before you put in the card key and stepped in. Candles. Everywhere. Just like the first time, the smell was so good and relaxing that you closed your eyes and breathed them in. You never got the chance to appreciate how much effort he put in to make sure you were comfortable and now, if things didn't go well, you wanted to take it all in. You walked into the bathroom and saw the body wash a feeling of fondness taking over you, honestly, ever since you and Yoongi had broken up, you hated that smell, but Jungkook made you like it again. You looked around, the hairdryer, the towels, you gently caressed the soft fabric before walking back into the room and sitting on the bed, you caressed the fabric underneath you and looked around. You hoped that things would go well, you wanted them to go well not because of this room, but because of what it represented. It represented you feeling free for one. Being cared for (Somehow). Being able to know yourself and to meet him. You saw the blindfold on the bed and decided to put it on top of the wooden table right across from the bed but instead, taking out the first one, the one you took from his room and looking at it for a while, they were different colors, the one you put on the table was a light graffiti color and it was a plain cotton while the one in your hand was almost pitch black, but it shined with red and it was velvet. You decided to slide that one on instead and wait. It took him longer this time. Maybe it was because you didn't do your routine, maybe it was because you had already waited all day. There was a thought at the back of your head, maybe Jin had told him, maybe he wasn't coming. You tried to calm your heartbeat and your breathing, but you were more nervous than you have ever been. More than the first time you had come here, more than when he called you, or when he took you out and your senses where heightened by the sight deprivation. Your foot was bouncing nervously, you shook your head, maybe you should leave, and let things go. No. No, you couldn't, you had to stay, you wanted Jungkook, now you just needed to make sure he wanted you too. You heard a noise at the door and you held your breath. Click. The door unlocked. And then his shoes on the floor. Tap. Tap. Tap. Soon, you could smell his cologne in the air and you couldn't help but feel a series of feeling at once. Right in front of you was Jungkook. The same boy that had tutored you, that had stood up for you, that had taken you out. The same boy with that shy smile you were sure not so many people had the chance to see. The same one that... That had made you feel things you never thought you could feel, make your body do things you didn't know it was capable of. You let the air out, swallowing hard as you felt the dizziness from his smell. You felt multiple things. Nervous. Scared. Turned on. It was a natural body reacting to the whole situation. "Hello, sweetheart." It made all the hairs on your body stand up. His voice was soft, so much softer than usual. There was a tenderness to it as if he was longing to see you. You could feel it. "Hello, Sir." You answered in almost the same matter. Voice soft and tender. "I see you're still dressed." He pointed out, amusement in his voice. "Yes..." You said, slowly getting up and standing. "I'm here to talk." You said while you adjusted the blindfold on your face. He was silent for a while, maybe he noticed the blindfold, maybe he didn't. He was quiet until... "Hm..." And you gulped, his voice was the one most powerful thing. The thing that made your legs shake, your heart go wild and your body want to bend to his every will. You cursed yourself mentally for being aroused in a moment like this. "I-I'm here to tell you something." You said already feeling your courage crumble. Voice shaky. "Go on." He said simply and you took in a deep breath. His voice sounded different like there was curiosity in them, but he was insecure. "I... I met someone." You started, just like you had planned. "I met someone that... I am completely in love with." You felt a lump in your throat and heard him shift. "He's... Smart and he's funny and he's so, so very handsome. But, these are the least of things that I love about him..." You could feel tears accumulate in your closed eyes. You dropped your head. "I love that he understands me... And that he sees through me. I love how he stood up for me just because he cares about me, even if he has never told me that before. I love how he's quiet and how comfortable we both can be in silence. I love so many things about him..." You felt the lump in your throat grow bigger, you breathed in. "I love that he sees me in a way that all my insecurities and traumas make me blind to, but somehow he does." You heard him shift again. "I'm in love with him. And all I want is to be with him, all I want is for him to be able to look me in the eyes and tell me he feels the same way, but he can't." You felt tears stain the blindfold, voice cracked. "Why can't he?" His voice was strained, low, weak. As if he had already understood as if he noticed that you were talking about him and that you knew he was right in front of you. "Because... Jungkook. Because he's scared." And you lifted your hands to the blindfold slowly. "No, Y/N, don't..." He said before you pulled it off voice just a whisper, but you didn't stop, you pulled it off and you were met with the light of the room again. You couldn't catch a glimpse of him before he turned around, he was fast. Both hands on the wooden table, he was gripping it tightly looking straight at the other blindfold in front of him, you could tell his breathing was off, that he was trying to control it. You feared he could have a breakdown so you decided to speak. "And I'm scared too, I'm scared of feeling these things for you and not knowing if you'll ever... Feel the same way about me." You continued saying, now it was done, what would happen from this moment on would decide everything. "P-please, please put it back on." You heard him beg. And you furrowed your eyebrows. "No, Jungkook... I won't put it back on." You argued. "You've looked me in the eyes so many times... You told me that you felt comfortable around me." You breathed in. I'm sorry it's so hard for you, I'd switch places with you if I could, but I can't keep doing this, living like this." You felt a dull ache in your chest as you watched his shaking figure. "Now either look me in the eyes and tell me you want me too or tell me you don't." He was silent, taking the whole thing in, now that he was found out there was nowhere left to run, he could have you or he could lose you forever. "You know I want you." He said shaking his head, voice so low it was almost a whisper. You pursed your lips, swallowing. "Then tell me." You asked with a weak voice. "Look at me and tell me, please." You begged. Your heart was beating violently in your chest, it felt as if the air in the room wasn't enough to breathe. He went silent, a silence that this time felt terrible, felt terrifying. "Jungkook... Look at me." Your breath was loud and fast, your heart beating as if it could leap from your chest, you felt sick, you felt weak, you were scared... So, so scared. With the blindfold in your hands you watched as his shoulders lifted and fell, his back to you, both hands on the wooden table in front of him, he was just as you were. Scared. Just as Jin had said earlier. Slowly he leaned back from the table, you felt as the tears streamed down your cheeks, all you wanted was him to tell you. Slowly he turned around, eyes meeting yours as you could see just how scared he was. It made you want to cry harder. He stood in front of you, eyes slightly red, dark circles under them. He looked fragile, unprotected, vulnerable. You wanted to run to him and kiss him, hold him. "You're so stupid." You cursed him as you brought both hands to your face and whipped away your tears. "I'm so stupidly in love with you, with both sides of you and you... Why did you have to hide this from me?" You couldn't control your rambling, you just felt as you cried and whined at him, he looked ashamed and you shook your head, controlling yourself and finally looking at him, he looked back, no sign of looking away. "I-I love you, Jungkook." Your voice came out in a sincere whisper. "Fuck" He cursed out and right then, you thought he was going to say he didn't feel the same so you looked down. "I love you too."  You looked up at him and he took a step forward closing the gap between the two of you quickly and attaching his lips to yours. You gasped as he took your face in his hands, as his body crashed into yours. He kissed you tenderly, passionately, he kissed you as if you were the most precious thing on this earth and you kissed him back, hands coming to wrap around his neck. This time you allowed your heart to beat violently in your chest, you allowed your stomach to turn and twist inside of you because this time, this time you felt like you had a good reason. Jungkook separated his mouth from yours only to look at you for a while taking in all your features, make sure this was real with his swollen lips and irregular breathing. "I'm sorry., I missed you so much." Jungkook started saying and you shook your head, lips coming to his again to shut him up. You kissed him deeply hands coming to intertwine in his hair, when you licked his lower lip he opened his mouth, allowing you to deepened the kiss even more, and with the feeling of your tongue Jungkook let out a very low and short groan that sent a wave through your body. Soon, you two fell on the bed, teeth clashing into the now desperate and needy kiss. Is was like he didn't want to let you go, too scared of losing you again and you were eager to hang on, so eager that when your dress went over your head, you attached your lips to his without even breathing and he took off his shirt while gently and sweetly kissing down your neck. It was different this time, it wasn't lust... No, it was a lot more. Slowly you two made your way up the bed, kissing each other tenderly, soft whimpers leaving your lips when he'd roam his hand around your body. This rough fingers that worked so delicately on you, you learned that you were highly addicted to it. Jungkook broke the kiss to look at you again and when he saw your swollen lips, flushed cheeks and a caring look in your eyes he was overwhelmed by just how stupid he was before, shaking his head. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, I'm so, so, sorry, I shouldn't..." He started. And you shook your head again, hands coming to caress his face. "It's ok, we're ok." You said in a soft voice. "I'm yours." And you saw the shine in his eyes when you said it. He was quiet for a few seconds and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You're mine..." He whispered back, lips coming to caress yours gently as he slowly rid you of your underwear, you arched your body, helping him. You knew what was going to happen, it was something you've wanted for a long time, ever since you first got into this room and you remembered what Jungkook had said about intimacy and suddenly you understood a lot. You wanted nothing more than to be intimate with Jungkook, but on another level, not just physically, you wanted to be able to hold his hand for everyone to see, kiss him in the stupid supermarket while you both chose cheap bland hoodies. You wanted Jungkook and you were going to give him all of you in return. Jungkook gently kissed down your neck, soft pecks, and love bites, the air was filled with the sound of your soft whimpers and his fingers caressed every inch of your body as he made his way down, slowly he hovered over your center, lips coming gently to kiss at your pubic mound. When he licked up your core you arched your back, eyes shutting and a moan leaving your lips. It was one thing to feel him, but to watch him? It was another thing completely, you felt just how sensitive watching Jungkook eat you out made you, just how fast it was making you approach your orgasm while he gently sucked on your clit, savoring your taste just like he probably did the other times only this time, he was doing it for his own pleasure as well. "J-Jungkook." You called his name in a whispered moan and his eyes flickered up to you, dark and blown out, they were divine. "I-I don't want to c-cum so f-fast, please." You begged in a weak voice. Jungkook planted small kisses to your core before pulling away and coming up to your lips again where he let you taste yourself on his tongue. There was a proud smile on his lips, maybe because he had you now, or maybe, just maybe because he knew he could make you cum with a snap of his fingers. "Can you taste how sweet you are?" He questioned with a low hint of hunger to his voice. You nodded, lips coming up to his as he gently closed his eyes and shoved his own pants down and kicked them to the floor, his kisses gently went to your jaw and then your neck, he was being rougher now, already taken over by lust and the desire to finally be with you the way you wanted. When you felt his erection sprung free you looked down, mouth slightly watering and core clenching over nothing. You wanted nothing more than to taste him too, to make him feel good and he seemed to notice your eagerness. "Don't worry, sweetheart, we'll have all the time in the world for that, right now, I just really want to fuck you the way I should have a long time ago." He said in a low husky voice that had you whimpering. Jungkook slowly aligned himself with your entrance, hands coming up to wrap with yours as his forehead rested on your own. "Hey, look at me." He asked as you looked down where your bodies would soon connect. You flickered your eyes to him, already squirming as you felt the tip already breach you slightly. "I want to look you in the eyes while I fuck you, I want you to see just what you do to me, just how crazy you drive me, just how much I want you, love you, do you understand?" He gently inched himself in a little more, your mouth opened and a moan left it, your walls were already clenching around his tip and you could feel your wetness leak from you. "Answer me, sweetheart." He demanded in a stern, yet velvet voice. "Y-yes, Sir, yes, I-I understand." You stuttered while you tried to answer him. "No... Not Sir, my name, say my name." He requested and you could barely think straight. "Yes, Jungkook, y-yes, yes." You whispered. "Such a good girl for me." He cooed and you clenched even harder. When Jungkook breached your walls you couldn't hold back the moan that ripped through your throat, you squeezed his hands tight, your walls clenching violently around him. You felt so full, so good, having Jungkook inside of you was even better than you had imagined. "F-fuck, don't squeeze so tight." His voice was strained in pleasure, face contorted in it too. His breathing shallow and you felt him twitch. "So fucking tight, what a delicious fucking cunt." He whispered to himself and the dirty manner in which he spoke made you clench even harder. "Jungkook..." You whined his name and he stared straight into your lust drowning eyes. "P-please move, p-please." You begged.   "Don't worry baby, I'll give you what you want." He said trying to control his own voice. When he pulled out and ground back into you, another moan ripped out of you, he was filling you out perfectly, it was as if your bodies were made for each other. You heard the groan coming from his lips, his eyes still staring into your own, but now they were only slits, hazy eyes while he gently started a grinding pace in and out of you. He let go of one of your hands and came to cup your face, lips crashing into yours. This was different, it was intimate, it was slow and sensual, it was love and lust. He separated your mouth's yet again to whisper. "You're so beautiful." He said and you bit your lower lip, cheeks flushed with pleasure and the way he called you beautiful. "I love you." You whispered back. It didn't take long for Jungkook's grinding to become rougher, his cock hitting your sweet spot again and again while his body rubbed and grinded into you. Soon, it was gasp's and moans and whimpers all around the room, your body sweating and sensitive, it didn't take long for you to feel the familiar trace of your orgasm approaching you and when you clenched hard and opened your mouth, Jungkook's cock twitched. "Close already, baby?" He asked and you didn't answer, instead, you let the feeling of it slowly creep onto you. "That's it, sweetheart, cum all over my cock, let me watch you cumming for me you always look so beautiful when you cum." He instructed. And soon you were squirming and moaning and shaking under Jungkook, clenching violently around his length eyes focused on his while he had a tight grip on your chin.   "Look at me while you cum." He said. "Jesus fuck, you're so beautiful I might cum just by watching you." As he rode out your orgasm he slowed down, lips coming to your to kiss you gently while he slowly moved his hips in and out of you, so slowly it was almost painful. You finally closed your eyes. Feeling his body move on top of yours it was overwhelming, it was everything you ever wanted. You heard him groan and his pace slowly got faster, he was close and you wanted nothing more than to give him the pleasure he had given you up until now, slowly, you started moving your hips to meed his, grinding up onto him. "Oh, God..." He said in a shaky strained voice. "You feel so-so good." He praised. Jungkook's grip on your hand tightened and soon, his hips halted deep inside of you and you felt him coat your insides with his release, a low and sensual groan leaving him as his face read nothing but pure pleasure and bliss. It was beautiful, it was heavingly, watching Jungkook feel good because of you made you feel proud and affectionate, you lifted your head, lips coming to gently kiss him and he kissed you back, breathe irregular on your lips. When you both calmed down, Jungkook pulled out gently, laying beside you and closing his eyes. You had a stupid smile on your face and you felt tired, he turned his head to you and you did the same, looking at him. There it was, the look that you so desperately wanted to see, the look that said: "I love you." Gently, Jungkook took your hand, locking his fingers between yours and bringing it up to his lips, leaving a sweet kiss on them. "When did you notice?" He asked after you two were silent for a while, he looked at your fingers, playing with them. "Sweetheart." You said simply with a smile on your lips. Jungkook looked up at you. "You called me sweetheart and it's something only... The Stranger called me." You said. "The Stranger? Is that what you called me?" He asked and you nodded feeling slightly embarrassed. "I should have known, I always called you that and I guess it came out naturally, but I'm dense." He admitted with a chuckle. "Yeah, well, so am I, I thought I was in love with two people but it was actually just one." You said and Jungkook smiled at you. "You're in love with me." He said as if it was something he still needed to wrap his head around. You nodded. "Yeah, and I have been for a while now... Jin told me that he told you to ask me out months ago." You said without thinking. Jungkook's eyes slightly bulged and you sat up. "Hey, he didn't know, I asked to meet him and kind of... Threatened him so he had to go. And I already knew so, he was just trying to help." Jungkook shook his head and chuckled. "I'll deal with him later." He said and you glared at him making him laugh. "So... Months ago?" You asked and he looked at you again in silence before he sat up and pressed his lips gently against yours. You closed your eyes, kissing him back and he pulled away. "I love you." He said and you felt your cheeks blush. "I love you too... But, I'm not letting you off the hook, tell me." You asked and he smiled, looking you in the eyes with no fear, no insecurities, just love, and comfort... Love and intimacy. "The first time I saw you..." The end.

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blindfold (4)

Jeon Jungkook x reader

‒ blindfold. (m) ✎  [8k words]

genre: smut, nsfw, college!au, contract!au, light smut, and light fluff?

warnings: slight dry hump, angst, drinking. Strange things happen all the time, just like what you’re being offered by a strange tall man in a quiet coffee shop near campus. Strangers that you can’t see and only hear, and a strange boy that barely speaks but seems to be everywhere aren’t that common, on the other hand. But for some reason... You’re really keen on strange things. A/N: Part four is here and all I have to say so far is thank you! Really, the love I’m getting or this is overwhelming and makes me so happy! We’re reaching the end folks, so please, spread this ff everywhere HAHAHAH Reblog, like and do not shy from sending me a message. Love you. (btw, sorry, no smut in this chapter)

part 1. part 2.  part 3. part 5. part 6. masterlist. 

The party was loud and full this time, the strobe lights blinking while a hard base kicked at your chest when you walked in the frat house. Everywhere you looked there were people dancing, drinking and making out. As you made your way through the crowd you looked around the poorly lit room for Jungkook, instead, you see another familiar face. You squeezed your way through the crowd and smiled. "Hey Joon!" You greeted him as he looked up from the cup he was pouring a drink into and smiled. "You're turning into a party girl, aren't you?" He teased and you laughed. "I guess my mom was right and Malia is actually starting to have a bad influence on me." You said and Namjoon's smile weakened. You took notice, looking around for your friend who would usually be right next to him. You wanted to ask but didn't want to make the mood drop. "So, have you seen Jungkook? I'm supposed to meet him." You said looking around again and Namjoon's brows furrowed. "I haven't seen him since last night. I don't even think he went to class." He informed you, and you couldn't help but feel a little worried. "But, he could be in his room, the stairs are off limits so there might be someone guarding it, but go ahead and tell them I gave you the password." You raised an eyebrow. "A password? What are you all, eight?" You laughed and he shrugged. "What is the password?" Namjoon looked down, his cheeks turning a little red. "It's Crabs, but not the kind of crabs you think, I'm totally not down for STD's." He tried to explain, but all you did was just laugh. As you spun around and made your way through the crowd yet again to go find Jungkook, to your dismay there actually was someone guarding the stairs, but it was probably the last person you wanted to see. What was worse though, wasn't that he was there, no, what was worse was that he had a girl with him, an arm around her waist. If you were being honest with yourself, it didn't bother you because it was him, after everything that had happened in these past weeks you were more than over Yoongi. But seeing someone you had spent so much time with looking at another girl the way he once looked at you hurt. You slowly made your way towards your ex, his eyes completely focused on the redhead girl beside him. You were slightly nervous, but, you stopped in front of him and cleared your throat. His head moved your way and the smile on his face died down as soon as he saw who was interrupting him. "Hi." You gave him a weak smile. "I want-" You started to ask to go upstairs but Yoongi interrupted you. "Y/N, this really isn't cool, I'm with someone." He clutched the girl's waist tighter bringing her body closer to his, she seemed a little bothered by the obvious display he was making out of her. "I can tell, but-" You tried to speak again, and he rolled his eyes and scoffed. "We're over, Y/N, you really have to wrap your head around that and stop coming after me." With that, you crossed your arms and opened your mouth in outrage. "I'm not here for you, Yoongi." You stated and he gave you a condescending look. "Really? Oh come on, give me a break, a month ago you thought we were getting back together." He argued. "A month ago. As I said, I'm not here for you." You argued back. "Sure, who are you here for then?" He asked now letting go of the pretty redhead and crossing his arms. You opened your mouth to answer but a familiar voice interrupted you. "She's here for me." You looked up at the top of the stairs and Yoongi's head whipped around to face the quiet boy that shared a frat house with him. Jungkook was still, both hands in his pockets as he looked down on Yoongi. You smiled at the boy, he was so hot it made you blush a little. Yoongi looked from him to you and then back to Jungkook. "Jeon? You're here for Jeon?" He sounded a little outraged. Jungkook slowly made his way down the stairs one step at a time in an almost intimidating way that made you want to curl up, his eyes never met Yoongi's. As he reached the last two steps he stopped and still wearing the dark glare and cold features he looked intently at Yoongi. "Is that a problem?" He asked in a dark voice that if you could see, would have probably made Yoongi shiver, just as you did. Yoongi scoffed again without answering and turned around to face you while he hugged the girl again, he wore an annoyed look on his face that made you shake your head. As Jungkook took the last two steps to stand next to you and walk into the party, you turned around ignoring Yoongi, bust as you took the first step into the crowd you heard Yoongi whisper. "Good luck with that fucking control freak." And laughed. The girl next to him now completely bothered by the boy's attitude. Jungkook stopped in his track, his jaw clenched and his body tensed, you looked back and saw the boy take a deep breathe and close his eyes. You saw as Jungkook turned around and walked in Yoongi's direction, for a moment you were alarmed, what was Jungkook going to do? He didn't seem like the type to fight, but the boy simply stood tall, inches away from your ex-boyfriend and the height difference and body structure compared to his, was enough to intimidate your ex. "If I hear you talk that way about her again you will meet a side of me that I'm not very fond of showing, then, when you do, my bodyguards who are in every corner of this house will try to pull me away from you with no success while my fist introduces itself repeatedly to your face. Are we clear on that?" He said very calmly and in a low voice. You were shocked. Not just because of the threat, but because you weren't sure if Jungkook was bluffing or actually telling the truth. Yoongi didn't seem to have the same debate, instead, you saw his Adam apple bop up then down again and your ex simply nodded. "Good," Jungkook answered and turned his back once again to the mint-haired boy while he walked up to you. "Come on, let's go." You obeyed. Following the quiet boy in the crowd as he made his way to the kitchen where you were last with Namjoon. You were still a little taken back by what had just happened. No one had ever defended you before and for some reason, Jungkook doing it made you feel fragile but also... Safe. It only added to the strong attraction you had for the boy and as you leaned against the kitchen counter biting on your lower lip nervously, Jungkook was pouring beer into two red solo cups in front of you. His jaw was still tensed, his body rigid. He seemed annoyed and the way the black long sleeved shirt hugged his body made you bite your lower lip harder. Jesus was he a masterpiece. When he looked at you and saw the worried and nervous look on your face his features softened, he walked to you and handed you one of the cups, leaning on the middle counter in front of you. "I'm sorry about that." He said and you looked down, feeling your cheeks burn. "Thank you." You said too flustered to look him in the eyes. "I never had someone defend me before." "You shouldn't need anyone to defend you, I'm sure you're capable of doing that on your own, I just really don't like the way he talks about you." He said and you assumed Yoongi had made similar comments on your behalf in the frat house before. You took a sip of your beer, holding onto the edge of the counter. "He's not wrong, though... I am a control freak." You said looking down. It was way past the days when you felt bad about it, but somehow, it still stung a little. "If you're a control freak, then what am I?" He asked and you looked up, he had a side smile on his face, his eyes still dark. "Every step of my day is planned, everything has to be done on time and has to be in the right place. I despise any kind of disrupting in my schedule." He told you. You smiled, now you understood why you two related so well and it felt good to have someone understand you. "I'm pretty much the same, I actually change my toothbrush every 3 months and if they don't have the brand I use, I go around town to look for it." You laughed and Jungkook chuckled. "But, being spontaneous isn't all that bad either. I have had good things come from it." You admitted. "Like what?" And his question felt heavy. You took another sip from your drink feeling your throat dry. "I-I mean... You." You looked down again biting on your lower lip. Jungkook was quiet. You looked at him, and he was wearing the serious face that he always did, showing no emotion. "I-If it wasn't for you I wouldn't understand class a-and come to this party, and w-we're friends, and we talk, I l-like your company." You tried to explain yourself. "I like your company too." He said and looked down, something lingering in his eyes, something that resembled sadness. "Are your bodyguards on duty all day?" You tried to change the subject downing your drink and putting it down on the counter. Jungkook looked up a softer look on his face. "Oh, they're usually off duty, I lied." And he smiled making you laugh. "But, I can call them, it's no trouble, barely an inconvenience." And that made you laugh harder. Seeing this funny side to Jungkook made you want to smile and never stop. "I can't see why you'd need bodyguards, with that body I'd say you could take care of yourself." It took you a second to realize what you had said and Jungkook's raised a brow, a different look in his eyes. You were clearly already tipsy and weren't thinking straight with this lean, strong, freaking hot boy with this tight shirt and sharp jaw in front of you. "That body, huh?" He asked and you looked to the side, feeling the heat in your face. "And what does that mean?" "W-well..." You stuttered. "I mean, you're, you know... Strong and... Fit." You tried to keep a straight face while saying that. Jungkook only seemed to enjoy the way you were struggling with your words. "Fit?" He asked. "Y-yeah, muscular a-and I'm sure you have a six-pack." You blurted out, your eyes bulging slightly. "I mean! N-not that it has an influence on being able to defend yourself, although it might because when you have a strong core you have better balance a-and, just like in ballet it makes your movements stronger..." You looked at the floor putting a hand against your forehead clearly feeling stupid for babbling and making a fool out of yourself. "Would you like to see it?" He asked and you shot your head up, your face now fully red, you were sure. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. Jungkook laughed, a whole body laugh that made his shoulders bounce. You squinted at him, he was making fun of you, but soon you smiled and laughed with him. "I'm sorry, it's just nice to see you get all flustered, it's quite cute." He took the cup up to his lips, but never took his eyes off you. Was he... Flirting? You licked your dry lips and his eyes followed the movement, the darkness returning to his pupils with something else with it. "Would you like another drink?" He asked in a husky tone that made all the hairs in your body stand. You nodded gently, unable to speak. Jungkook took two steps towards you, stopping mere inches away from your body and you held your breath, the closeness making your heart beat rapidly in your chest. He never tore his gaze away from you as he took your cup and extended his hand behind you, making his body almost touch yours while he grabbed another bottle of beer and poured the liquid into the red cup. There was a weird feeling about it, it was as if you belonged to him and your body reacted to every little thing he did. He put the bottle down next to you then lifted the cup to your face, you bit on your lower lip to hold back a whimper from him being so close. Jungkook's eyes caught on the movement, and time seemed to still, his pupils blew wide. The danger in his eyes was so explicit, almost as if he was familiar with seeing your body react making the air feel thick around you both. Everything came crashing down when you two were interrupted by a loud drunk voice. "Wow! Look at that! Jungkookie and Y/N getting up close and personal!" Hoseok laughed while he and Jimin came into the kitchen. Jungkook's jaw clenched, the air leaving his nose in a hasty manner. He took a step back, leaning against the middle counter once again. You felt cold now, even if his body wasn't touching yours it was like it was emanating warmth and you yearned for him to come back. "Hi, Hobi, hey, Jimin." You said with a shy voice. "Hey, Y/N, how was your date with Taehyung?" Jimin asked while he poured a drink into his cup. You bit your lower lip, eyeing Jungkook, that put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head at Jimin. "I-It was nice, b-but we decided to just be friends." You said more in a rush then you expected, for some reason there was a huge part of that that wanted to reassure Jungkook that you weren't seeing anyone else. "That's why he was so upset, makes sense, I get it, you're freaking hot," Hoseok said is his drunk demeanor. You blushed, the way he spoke so bluntly about it made you shy. "Dude, look at Kookie, he's not liking you prying on his girl like that." Jimin laughed elbowing Hoseok. You waited for Jungkook to correct them, for him to protest, but he was silent, a serious and very not friendly look on his face. Jimin and Hoseok also went silent when they noticed Jungkook didn't seem to find it funny at all. They both shrugged and said goodbye before going back into the party. You both stayed silent for a while, you were looking at the floor too embarrassed to look up at him. "You wanna get out of here?" Jungkook's voice made you look up. You blinked a couple of times, opening your mouth to say that his room was here, but, looking at his face and how uncomfortable he was only made you shut it. "Yeah, I do." You answered, and he grabbed a bottle of vodka and took you by the hand, guiding you out the door. His hand was warm and firm, it felt so right as if you had held it a thousand times. The two of you walked down the sidewalk for a couple of minutes in silence, it was nice. Jungkook would take a sip from the bottle and pass it on to you. It was a few minutes later that you felt a shiver roll down your body because of the wind, or maybe the vodka. He noticed. "Are you cold?" His voice sent another shiver down you. You nodded. Jungkook stopped walking, looking around, it was when he noticed a Walmart store right at the end of the block that he looked at you. "Come on." He said and you followed. You both got in and it took you a while to understand what he was doing until he stopped in front of a coat rack, asserting through the many jackets and hoodies. "Jungkook... What... You don't need to..." You started to protest. "What?" He asked without even looking at you. "What size are you?" He was a little drunk and fuck, did that only make him look even more gorgeous. His hair a little messy, his cheeks slightly flushed and his lips a little swollen, he was a god. "Jungkook, I have money... A lot actually." You stated in your own drunk haze. He didn't even react, didn't seem to care at all. "I want to buy it for you." He said and took out a black plain hoodie putting it against your body and observing. It was big enough that it stopped mid tight and you were wearing a dress, so it looked as if you were wearing nothing underneath. He wanted to buy it for you and the way he had said it made you blush and accept without a word. "Perfect." He said and smiled, a lazy drunken one that had your heart fluttering. "What about you? Aren't you cold?" You asked and he shook his head. "Oh, come on, at least buy one to match with me." You said taking another black one off the rack. "Please?" The way he looked at you made you swallow hard. "Ok." He said simply, and he took the hoodie, turning his back and walking towards the register. As you both waited in line you looked at the oversized hoodie, a pout forming on your lips with how plain it was, he looked back quirking an eyebrow. "What is it?" "It's so plain." You said and he chuckled. Jungkook looked around an saw a kids painting kit, four different colors, a crayon set and a coloring pad. He took it and put it on the runner in front of the cashier. "We can personalize it." He said and you couldn't help but smile. He paid with a black card, and you wondered exactly how much money he had. As you both made your way out of the store, two black plain oversized hoodies and a coloring kit you wondered if it was safe for him to walk alone being someone with so much money. "Hey..." You started. "Is it safe for you to walk on your own?" You didn't want to intrude, but it was a question that you just needed to ask. He hummed, already understanding your concerns. Looking up at you there was a devious smirk on his lips, one that had you wanting to squirm. And he nodded towards the road, a little behind you both. Your eyes followed and you noticed the black car with dark windows driving slowly a little far back. Your mouth opened in awe. "Technically, there isn't any true danger." He started saying as he walked slowly towards you, the vodka bottle in his hand swaying beside his body. "But, they don't care, they follow me around." He shrugged. You nodded, pursing your lips. Silence installed again, and you felt a need to change that, as you both walked you saw a park a little ahead, smiling and walking a little faster towards it. You didn't look back as you made your way towards a children's swing, sitting down and now watching Jungkook walk lazily towards you. "Push me, Kookie." You teased, and he clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he put the bag down onto a pick nick table along with the bottle. Jungkook slowly made his way behind you, everything he did was always so tense and you wondered if it was because you were into him. Two hands touched your lower back, you closed your eyes, goosebumps covering your skin. His hands lingered there for a while before he slowly pushed you, your body swaying forward on the seat. "So..." He started. "You went on a date with Taehyung." There was a loud thump in your chest, why was he asking? Was he jealous? "Y-yeah, last Friday." Your voice was low. "But it wasn't for me." You finished. "Why did you go then?" He asked, a seriousness to it. You shrugged. "I wanted to explore my options I guess, but I had my head wrapped around someone else." You admitted. Jungkook hummed, you imagined he was nodding. "Did you kiss him?" And you put both feet on the ground, stopping the swing as you turned your head back to look at him. "No." You answered. Jungkook eyes never left yours, there was so much weight in them and you just couldn't understand why, it was as if he was possessive, but at the same time sad. Angsty. "I don't want to kiss him either." You reassured. He looked away for the first time, biting on his lower lip nervously. Your body shivered again and you coiled. His head whipped towards you and he took in your form. "Come sit, you're shaking." He said, his voice a lot lower now. You got up from the swing, sitting across from him in the pick nick table. He took out the hoodies and you put it on, the fabric soft and warm against your skin, Jungkook did the same, only, it fit him perfectly. You took the bottle and took a long take from it, the vodka burning down your throat as you cringed. "Have you ever dated?" You asked him, and he took the bottle, drinking with you. "Ah..." He chucked. "Yes, I have, once." He had this gentle smile on his face, one that made you want to kiss him. "We met in high school, lasted right up until I entered college. " He stated. "So, one year?" You joked, and he laughed, a little more than he would if he were sober. "Yep, the whole one year of High School." The conversation flowed between you two as you both got drunk in the park. You found yourself sitting on the grass, leaning against the pick nick table seat. "Then when she found out I was a virgin she made me promise I'd only have sex after marriage." You were telling him about a story with your mother. "Wow, your mom seems very... Conservative." He was now comfortable and relaxed beside you, the bottle now halfway through. "Well, my father left when I was very young, so instead of losing her mind and falling into a hole of depression, she kind of made these rules. Everything had to be perfect, everything was planned out, even my sleepovers at friends hose in middle school." You told him. "It wasn't all that bad, though, it thought me to be organized and safe." "There is nothing wrong with safe." He said. You smiled and nodded, looking down to the hoodie that kept you warm. "Jungkook, we didn't customize our hoodies." You said with a very disappointed voice. He didn't answer, instead, he pulled the bag from the table and let it fall onto his lap. "Here you go, child, have fun." He said giving the kit to you and laughing. You gave him your tongue, opening the package and going for the paint while Jungkook grabbed the pad and a black crayon. "What if I did yours and you did mine?" You asked looking at his hoodie. "Show me yours, I'll show you mine?" He quirked an eyebrow. You blushed, tapping him on the shoulder, and he opened his arms leaning his head back on the wood. "Go ahead." He said simply. You were drunk, you wouldn't deny that, but you were also very much aware. In a brave move, you shifted, straddling his legs and sitting on them. Jungkook's eyes shot open, looking at your choice of seat and his eyes grew darker. You opened the red pain, biting on your lower lip and trying to ignore his very intense stair. As you drew a very cricked heart with your fingers, you went pack and dipped it in the pain, then back to the fabric. "How come this set doesn't come with a brush?" It was more of a rhetorical question. "Because they want you to make a mess." He said, the velvet and sensual tone to his words. And you looked up at him, the familiarity to his voice making you furrow your brows, you brushed it off resuming your very bad painting skills on the boy's hoodie. As your fingers pressed into the fabric, you felt his toned chest underneath it. Hard and firm. Your mouth went dry, you really wanted to put your hands under his clothes. When you were finished you had a paint dirty hand and a drawing on his shirt. It was a red heart with a blue cookie painted inside of it. There was no other color than red, green blue and yellow. "I'm done!" You stated with happiness. He looked down, a soft smile on his lips. "This is a masterpiece." "Oh, shut up..." You giggled. "Your turn." You moved to get out of his lap, but his hands met your waist, keeping you firmly in place. You let out a small gasp, his hands grabbing tighter on your waist and pulling you closer to him. "There, that's better to reach." He said. You were hot, your whole body, you were almost completely seated on his lap, and you could feel his tones thighs underneath you, it took everything in you to not move your hips or whine. As Jungkook slowly maneuvered his hand on top of the fabric and into the sets of paint you held your breath, his movements were slow and careful, his hand never touching your body, just the fabric. He never looked at you until he was finished, eyes flicking up to see the glossy way your hooded eyes watched him. It could either be from your drunken state or the very perceivable arousal. "What do you think?" He asked and you finally looked down. There was a flower, the way he had used the colors had turned it into purple and pink, it was so well painted that it made you open your mouth, it was beautiful. "Jungkook..." You looked at him, there was a shy glint in his eyes. "Is there anything you can't do?" You asked and he chuckled underneath you. "You should paint for my thesis." You suggested and his eyebrows raised. "I could sketch you." He said as he grabbed the black crayon again and the pad. "Oh, no, I don't know how to pose." You said shyly and he shook his head. "Nonsense, you look beautiful just like that, don't move." He said and his hand started moving over the blank page. As he moved his hand you bit your lower lip feeling your cheeks grow hot an red, you were shy, so you looked away. "Hey, I said don't move." He chuckled. "I'm shy, I don't feel like I'm a good model." Your voice was almost a whisper. "You really look cute when you're shy." He gave you a side smile, one that made you even shyer as you tried hiding your face in your palms but made your heart flutter and beat violently in your chest. "Hey, come on, little muse, let me finish, I'm almost done." He said as he pulled your hands away from your face. You allowed him to finish his sketch, your cheeks certainly a dark hue of red. When he finished he looked at it, a tender look in his eyes. "Can I see it?" You asked and he shook his head. "What, why not?" "I want it just for myself." He stated and that made your heart thump in your chest. "But, I'm the model, I'd like to see." You argued. He shook his head again. In a childish, but excused drunk way, you tried taking the pad away from him to see, but his reflexes were sharp even drunk, and he pulled away. You opened your mouth to protest, but he threw the pad over the table and rested both hands on your hips. "There, now you'll have to get up to see it." He laughed a hot, warm and comfortable laugh that you wanted to hear forever. You threatened to get up, but he held you down firmly on his lap, the way his hands gripped on the side of your body, made you gently roll your hips. "Fuck..." He cursed under his breath. It sent a hard wave of arousal through your body. Jungkook looked at where you were seated, only a few inches away from where you would make him feel good and you slowly inched up on top of his center, your need already taking the best of you. Jungkook gulped, you watched as his Adam apple bopped up and down, and he was suddenly looking at you, taking in your lust struck features. "Beautiful..." He whispered is a raspy voice. And you involuntarily rolled your hips again, this time feeling the way he started to harden under you with a low groan. You whined a little louder when you felt him, resting both hands on his shoulders and clutching the fabric under your nails. The sound of your whine only served as fuel to him as he pulled your hips to grind over him again, there was a hard sting of pleasure that shot right into your core, you felt yourself get wetter and wetter under your lace white underwear and Jungkook certainly noticed. "You're making a mess, beautiful." He said in a low voice. It almost made you cum, it was so familiar. "If you keep grinding on my cock like that, you're gonna make me lose it, sweetheart." And you stilled. Every inch of your body felt cold, even under the hoodie. Your heart suddenly beating fast in your chest, a cold wave going up your spine. He didn't seem to notice, no, he was too drunk, his head too clouded with arousal and while you were still seated on top of him he just looked down at where your bodies almost connected. "W-what did you call me?" You asked, and he looked up, his eyes drowning in lust. "Sweetheart." He said and there it was again. The cold going down your body. No, it couldn't be. No, no, it was your head playing tricks on you. You must just miss him, no, this wasn't real. "S-say it again, please?" You asked in a weak voice. He didn't take it as anything other than lust. "Do you like it when I call you sweetheart?" It was him. You closed your mouth looking at Jungkook, looking straight into his eyes, taking in every single detail of his face, of his smile and it all made sense. The way you felt like you knew him, the way he seemed familiar, the way your body reacted to him. His interest in you, his awkwardness in the beginning. 'I have trouble looking people in the eyes and talking to them.' You recalled him say, that was why he needed the blindfold, That was why he didn't let you take it off, yet... Here he was, fooling around with you with no care in the world. You were shocked and in a fast swift mood, you got up but didn't have a tight hold on your body so you fell beside him, accidentally hitting the bottle of Vodka on top of the seat and it tilted over you, wetting your hoodie and making you gasp in cold. Jungkook acted quickly, taking the bottle and stopping it from pouring even more. "Shit, are you ok?" He asked as he got up and extended a hand towards you. You took it, getting up and trying to dry out the very large wet spot that made the paint smudge all over. You were sad, you were hurt... You couldn't think straight. "Take it off, I'll give you mine." You were just moving, you couldn't look at him, you were ashamed and upset, there was also a part of you that was glad and relieved, but you needed to organize your thoughts. When the hoodie made it's way past your head you watched Jungkook tug his hoodie off, his shirt underneath riding up and exposing his very strong V line and the beginning of his abs, ones you've touched before. You shook your head, how could you be thinking such a thing right now? He finished taking it off and looked at you, now noticing how serious you were. "Here." He said, extending his hoodie to you. You took it without looking at him and put it on, the strong scent of his cologne invading your nostrils and it smelled exactly like him. The Stranger, you closed your eyes, taking in the smell, tight pain in your chest. 'Intimacy.' His voice came into your head, he didn't want to fuck you because of intimacy. He didn't see intimacy with you, not as the stranger and not as Jungkook and the reality just started hitting you hard. "Is everything ok?" He asked and you finally looked into his eyes. His eyes. These eyes. The eyes you wished you could see before but he didn't allow you to. Why did he approach you out of all people? Why did he offer to tutor you even after the sessions? Why did he ask you to go with him to the party, even if you canceled on him afterward? "I think I want to go home." You said and there was something different in his eyes, he looked insecure, self-conscious. "Ok." He said, grabbing the ruined hoodie and putting one hand in his pocket. "I'll take you." You said nothing, instead watched as he grabbed his phone and texted someone. Soon the black car that followed you both pulled up in front of the small park. You followed Jungkook as he opened the door for you and allowed you to slide in, coming in right after. He didn't say anything to the driver, it wasn't the same one that usually took you to your meetings, nor was it the same car, but it was all settling in. You both were silent in the car, the strong scent from his cologne and the alcohol swimming in the small confined space of the car. As the driver slowly approached your apartment complex, Jungkook finally spoke. "I'm sorry if I did something to make you uncomfortable, I know it's no excuse, but, I'm drunk." He said, and somehow that only made things worse. You nodded. "I'm just tired, don't worry." You lied. And you knew he caught on, even if he said nothing to argue. As the car stopped you lingered in the back for a while, you feared that if you left, this was the last you'd see of him, and now knowing what you knew, all your feelings came crashing down on you. You were madly in love with him, with the quiet, sweet but serious boy and with the demanding, stern stranger. The fact that they were both the same person make matters worse. "Goodnight, Jungkook." You said before opening the door and hopping off, making your way in long strides to your empty apartment. As you got in, you pealed the hoodie off, the air in your lungs coming out all at once as you felt your heart beat angry in your chest. Why? Was all you could ask yourself. Why didn't he tell you? How could he? But at the same time, you knew why. He had social anxiety. Everything had a very good and plausible explanation. You threw the hoodie on the floor of your bedroom and sat on your bed, in the dark. Trying to calm yourself down. It took you a good ten minutes before the urge of crying left you, now organizing your thoughts. Jungkook was The Stranger. Ok, that was settled, and even if it was something as simple as a pet name, it was all the other pieces that started to fit that made it make sense. How had he chosen you? You had two theories, one. He either saw you at the frat house and felt interested in you or two, he saw you on campus and felt interested. That still didn't explain why you specifically, why not Malia or any other girl that could have made their way into the frat or campus had been chosen. Why had he decided to tutor you if there was a chance you'd recognize him? Or ask you to the party? Those where the questions that you didn't have answered to. But the question that you wanted to be answered the most was... Did he want you just for fun? Or did he want you for you? You shook your head, sighing out loud as you felt it start to throb, your body stilled for the second time when you heard your phone vibrating on the floor. You let your body fall to the floor, crawling towards the sound, and when you took it in your hands and looked at the caller, your heart started beating violently in your chest.

'Unknown caller' You knew it was him. Just like you always knew. You got up, without answering the call and walked towards your window, being careful not to move the blinds, and when you peaked, there he was, standing against the car, phone to his ear. He was still in the dark, but this time, you could make out his features perfectly. "Fuck..." You cursed desperately. You were tempted to answer, you were so torn. But this time, you muted your phone and watched it ring until it stopped, him taking the phone away from his ear and looking up to the window. He shook his head and put the phone inside his pocket before getting in the same car that got you here and driving away. You woke up feeling like you could die. Not only were you hungover, but you were emotionally shaken. You checked your phone and your heart hurt in your chest when you saw the number of texts you had. Unknown Number. I called you last night. Unknown Number. Should we settle a date for you to meet up with my representative? Unknown Number. I really wish you'd call me back, or answer my texts. Jungkook. Sorry if I did anything last night, I got carried away. Jungkook. I hope you slept well. Jungkook. I'm really sorry, I feel like I did something wrong. Jungkook. Text me back when you can. Please. You whined and buried your face in your pillow. You didn't have the strength to deal with this, not today. You decided on not getting out of bed, you occasionally got up to either go to the bathroom or grab junk food from the kitchen, and Malia was sure not to ask questions when she saw the look on your face as you made your way back to your room. You turned off your phone and stayed in bed, putting your earphones on and binge-watching a TV show on Netflix. Anything to get your mind off things. You did the same things the day after, Malia now making you cupped ramen to at least feed you something other than cookies and crackers. She still avoided asking questions, but you knew soon that peace would go away. It wasn't until Thursday came and you woke up so late for the fourth time and you decided to skip class again that Malia decided to do the last thing you wanted her to do. She knocked on your door and you just grunted. "Hey..." She said while she opened the door slowly. "There is someone at the door for you." She said and you sighed, getting up and wondering who it was, as you slipped on your flip-flops and put on a cardigan, you walked to the door and opened it, only to feel your heart up in your throat. "Jungkook." You said his name in a weak whisper. He was standing in a gray hoodie and dark jeans, his hair messy and his face slightly flushed. "Hey..." He said in a nervous voice. So different from the Stranger behind the blindfold. His hand was in his pocket and in the other he held a bag. He looked down, it was as if he was struggling to say something. "Look..." He started and you bit your lower lip, holding your body. "I don't know what I did that might have fucked this up..." He started and you felt a lump in your throat. "But, I just wanted to apologize. And if you don't want to speak to me again, I understand. I don't know what's bothering you... I wish I did, so I can help, but since I don't, all I can say is... You need to get up. You need to come back to class, nothing is worth putting away all your hard work and dedication you have this far." Your heart swelled. The tenderness and care in his words made you want to close the small space between you two and hug him, tight. Tell him how you felt, tell him he didn't need to hide from you. But just like him, you were insecure. So you nodded, he shook his head, clearly accepting defeat, and he handed you the bag. "Here, I thought you should keep this." He said and you took it. His hand made it's way back into his pockets like he always did. "Thanks," You said as you looked down. It wasn't that you didn't want to talk to him, you just weren't ready to accept that he didn't want you as anything other than a contract. A session. Maybe a fun thing now and then. He nodded your way and turned his back walking down the hall looking utterly disappointed. You closed the door and rested your forehead on the cold wood, sighing. You decided to look at what was in the bag and as you pulled out the black thick fabric you saw the flower. He had painted it again, this time in so much detail. It was stunning and you couldn't help but feel special. As you pulled it open you looked at it for way too long, tears started streaming down your eyes slowly. "Y/N?" You heard Malia call, but didn't look back, instead, you held the hoodie close to your chest and allowed yourself to sob for the first time since Friday. Malia silently wrapped her arms around you, you both slowly slid down to the floor, and you don't know how long you both were there, you in the arms of your best friends as she silently comforted you. When you calmed down, she pulled away wiping the wetness from your face and brushing the hair away. "Listen, I was quiet for a while because I saw that you needed space, but, I really need to know what's happening, so I can help." She started and you felt like you could cry all over again. "I can't stand to see you like this." You took in a deep breath and decided to tell her everything. While you told her, she helped you walk to the couch, and she listened without interrupting, when you told her everything, you rubbed your face tiredly. "So, it was Jungkook the whole time... But isn't that a good thing? You're clearly into him." She said. "That's the problem, the last time we had our... Thing... He said that sex required intimacy and it's not even about the sex, it's about him not seeing me as someone he could have intimacy with, just... You know, a name on a contract." "Oh, please Y/N you can't be that dense." She said and you furrowed your eyebrows at the offense. She noticed your confusion. "It's so fucking clear that he likes you, and not in just a Christian Grey gets a kinky girl to slap kind of way." She started. "He's asked you to spend more time with him with the tutoring, that was so obvious, and the way he looks at you? Like he could crumble at any second, or like you hold all his power." She continued. "Also, Namjoon told me that he asked about you several times, he saw him sneak into Yoongi's room and steal that body wash you left at the dorm." You put a hand over your mouth. The body wash. Of course, it wasn't a coincidence at all. "And this?" She said while she took the hoodie into her hands and looked at it. "This isn't something that someone who has no intention of getting real with you does, no guy, not even quiet app boy Jungkook." You closed your eyes, you really wanted to believe everything Malia was telling you, but you couldn't be sure without actually hearing it from him. "I need him to tell me, Malia, yes, with all my control freak ways and methodical head, I need him to tell me, I can't live with a 'maybe', I need to be sure." You told her and she nodded. "When did you say you two were meeting to sign the papers?" She asked. "I didn't, I still have to schedule it." You said with a sad voice. "Text him, say you want another session, one last time before you sign off, confront him, and if he doesn't give you what you want, you bail." She said. It wasn't the best of ideas, but it was something, It was a way to corner him and make him give you the truth, one way or the other. You got up and grabbed your phone, turning it on and hearing the notification bell go off as your phone was spammed with texts and missed calls. Malia did a face. "He's whipped." She said. You didn't even read the texts, instead, you clicked on 'Unknown Number' and started typing. "Can we meet one last time before it's over?" The reply came faster than you expected. "Yes, tomorrow. Same room, same time, looking forward to seeing you." And you now had a meeting with The Stranger. No... Now you had a meeting with Jungkook.

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blindfold - (2)

Jeon Jungkook x reader

‒ blindfold. (m) ✎  [7k words]

genre: smut, nsfw, college!au

warnings: oral, fingering, blindfold, sex with a stranger? Strange things happen all the time, just like what you’re being offered by a strange tall man in a quiet coffee shop near campus. Strangers that you can’t see and only hear, and a strange boy that barely speaks but seems to be everywhere aren’t that common, on the other hand. But for some reason... You’re really keen on strange things. A/N: Hey guys, I hope you’re enjoying this little series, if you do, please feel free to give me feedback on it and please reblog if you can >.< ok, bye bye. 

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You walked to your new class, a class that wasn’t in your schedule, but you took it to see if it helped with your finals essay. You avoided your phone and the text message from the day before and tried to focus on your normal life. You didn’t know if you wanted to forget what had happened the day before or to keep it clear in your head. You didn’t even bother to check your bank account because you knew that he would have kept his word, just as he did the night before. As you walked inside the class, you chose a seat up front; you wanted to distract yourself, so maybe taking this class would help. You got out your laptop and waited for the class to start.  “Hey!” A body sat down next to you and when you looked it was Namjoon, the boy Malia was making out with on Saturday.  “Oh, hi Namjoon.” You said with a weak voice.  “I didn’t know you took this class.” He started taking out a notepad from his bag.  You smiled at him.  “I don’t... I wanted to see if it helped me with my finals essay.” He nodded.  “Already starting a year ahead, I see... Smart.” He stated.  You chuckled, and his eyes shifted towards the front of the class.  “Why is Jungkook staring at you?” He asked and you furrowed your brows.  “Who?” You asked.  “Jungkook, the new kid... Well, not exactly new, he moved in two months ago to the frat house, we just keep saying he’s new because he barely leaves his room or talks to any of us.” He said.  You looked to the direction of the Jungkook boy who was looking at you and when your eyes met; he lingered for a while before averting them and looking at the front of the class.  He was handsome, you couldn’t deny it, but his eyes were dark, filled with something you couldn’t pinpoint.  You continued observing him, his wide back, the way his white shirt sleeves hugged his muscular arms.  “Is he the one with the metal door?” You asked without taking your eyes from the boy.  “Yeah, he’s like super neurotic or something, he developed an app when he was a teenager that kind of got sold to the government and now he’s filthy rich.”  You looked at Namjoon and nodded in understanding.  “He must be very smart.” You said still curious about the boy, he looked back at you one last time noticing you staring at him and you saw him tense.  “He’s a genius, but I’m the frat leader so, I overpower his intelligence.” He laughed while you continued to look at the boy.  “Hey, by the way, Malia is coming over after class to help us make cupcakes for the fair, would you like to come?”  Namjoon was a sweet guy, he and Malia would always make out when you went to parties at his frat and you always thought he had a hard crush on her.  “I don’t know Joon, Yoongi is going to be there, right?” You made a face and sighed.  “Yoongi is out for the week, something about a cousin getting married or something.” He said, and you both got interrupted by the teacher starting the lecture.  You thought about the idea of going back to the frat house after what had happened last time. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to do something different, maybe having friends like Namjoon would be nice. And you sure were curious about Jungkook. You leaned in next to him and whispered.  “You know what, sure, I’d love to go.” And he smiled at you, content. You looked at the boy with the white shirt in front of the class, your curiosity again taking the best of you.  After class ended you saw yourself in front of the frat house, the door was wide open like always and some other frat boys were there, some on the couch playing video games while others were making the sign for their booth and other crafts for the fair. You walked towards the kitchen and saw Namjoon, Malia, a boy you knew as Jimin, and Hoseok. They were mixing batter and frosting, purple frosting. You walked in on them laughing about something Jimin had done during the weekend.   “Hey, you made it!” Namjoon said when he saw you.  “Oh god, it’s going to rain today, Y/N isn’t home planning her entire life!” Malia teased you and you gave her the tongue.  You said hi to everyone, and they resumed the conversation.  “Come one, though, Joon, you can’t blame me for wanting to put the die in his shampoo, just like you guys did to me when I first joined,” Jimin said. “I just wanted to see a reaction out of him, it’s like he’s a robot.” “Yeah, wait until one of his security guards comes into your bedroom at night, you’ll see how much of a robot he is.” You were oblivious as to what they were talking about but showed interest.  “Who did you prank?” You asked and Malia rolled her eyes.  “Oh no, he’s going to tell the entire story again.” Namjoon interrupted.  “Jungkook, but the boy has some spider sense or something because he took a shower and his hair came out just like it did before, so we’re assuming he found out.” He said while he spilled batter into the cupcake pan.  “Why don’t we just ask him?” Hoseok pitched in. “Yo, Jungkook, come here!” He yelled out, and you were quite eager to see the boy from earlier.  Soon enough, there he was coming down the stairs. He wore the same white shirt from earlier and gray sweats, his hands inside the pockets. He looked serious and when he saw you and Malia in the kitchen, he froze on the last two steps. His eyes shot straight to you and you blinked a couple of times before looking away, your cheeks burning a little while Malia gave you two a curious look.  “Come here, why are you standing there?” Hoseok asked, and it seemed like that made the boy come back to reality.  “Jungkook, why isn’t your hair died?” Namjoon asked while he approached the middle counter of the frat kitchen. He bit his lower lip, not answering the question.  Hoseok sighed, and Jimin rolled his eyes.  “He’s doing it again.”  Namjoon seemed to understand the awkwardness of the situation and decided to change the subject.  “Jungkook, this is Malia and y/n.”  You extended your hand towards him and he just looked at it, it almost seemed like he was afraid to touch it, but the darkness in his eyes never left him as he looked up at you. You bit your lower lip, embarrassed as you were going to retract your hands, but the boy soon took it, shaking it firmly. His hand was warm and soft and his fingers were long.  “Nice to meet you.” You said with a half smile.  His expression never changed, and he soon let go of your hand.  Malia just smiled at him and resumed her focus on the purple frosting.  “Jungkook isn’t a man of many words,” Hoseok said and the boy clenched his jaw.  You looked at him again, his eyes meeting yours for a while.  God, he was handsome. Hot. Everything. The shape of his jaw and the form of his lips, the way his hair fell messy in front of his forehead.  “It’s ok to not like to speak, sometimes words are too distracting.” You said and played with your fingers, trying to avoid the intense gaze he held.  Namjoon seemed to notice the way the boy looked at you, so he decided to give you two a task together.  “Hey, Kook, why don’t you take y/n to the back garden and try to organize the ribbons for the fair, you know it’s mandatory, so, chop chop.” He seemed tense, looking from Namjoon to you, something about the serious way he looked at you as if he was almost annoyed made you feel small. He nodded once and turned his back; you followed. You walked right behind him as he stopped in front of the glass door, sliding it open and trying to get away from you as fast as possible.  It was silent between the two of you while he separated the ribbons in a section of color. You couldn’t help but stare at his arms and fingers while he did so, he was so delicate when handling them and you two were so close you could almost feel the heat from his body. “Uhm... So... Are you excited for the fair?” You tried to do small talk. You honestly needed a distraction from all the noise in your head. The feeling from yesterday still lingered on you and you needed to take your head off it. The boy didn’t answer, neither did he look at you. “I’m sorry, I... I just wanted to talk, bad day.” You admitted focusing on the ribbons in front of you. Cursing yourself mentally for even thinking he would be interested in that information. “Why?” His voice was low, almost a whisper. You whipped your head towards Jungkook, not expecting his question, he continued looking towards the ribbons, you could now pay attention to the shape his profile made. He was something else.  You shrugged, not knowing how to tell him you were having a bad day because you couldn’t take a stranger off your head for giving you the most pleasure you felt in your life. So instead... You lied.  “I guess... Boy trouble?” You started, and he nodded. “I met someone... It’s messing with my head.” You swallowed, already feeling the lump in your throat. You barely noticed when his head tilted slightly to the side, his brows meeting slightly in the middle. “What did he do?” His voice was a little louder, raspy. A shiver ran down your spine and you shook it off, you were way too sensitive lately.  “I... Well... He asked me to do something, and I did... A-and even though I was the one that came out with the most... Uhm... Satisfaction... it still feels like I did something wrong.” You said in a weak voice.  He looked at your from the corner of his eyes, measuring you up and down then looking at your hands where you played with the ribbon instead of asserting them.  “Was it something good?” He asked without taking his eyes off you and in that moment you felt like you recognized him from somewhere. His dark eyes, his lips in a straight line, his tense body, and his low, raspy voice.  “It was a-amazing... It was... Unforgettable.” You bit your lower lip, nervous. You looked at him noticing the way his pupils slightly dilated, his Adam’s apple moving. “S-sorry... Have we met before?” You asked, and that made him blink and look back at the ribbons shaking his head.  “No.” He said. Cold and with no emotion.  You nodded and resumed your task.  It went silent from there, and you didn’t know how else to continue the conversation. You could feel the tension in the air, either it was from the way the very, very attractive genius was standing right next to you, and the way his veins were so visible in his arms. You almost wished he touched you. You felt your face turn red from the inappropriate thoughts. Jesus, this was a frat boy from your ex’s frat, how much more of a whore were you going to be?  Soon, Malia came to your rescue telling you to come to try out some frostings. You nodded avoiding his eyes. You stopped at the door for a second and turned around, your eyes locked with his and there it was... The same look from earlier. A look so dark and so full of something you couldn’t pinpoint. You almost choked at how intense it was but forced a soft smile. “Well, it was nice meeting you, guess I’ll see you around... J-Jungkook.” And there you saw his entire body change. He tensed up with the sound of his name, his eyes shutting for a brief moment and he stopped his hands, taking a deep breath. You almost whimpered, somehow his reaction made you even more curious about him. But at the same time... What about your stranger? You swallowed and shook your head before turning on your feet and heading back to the kitchen.  You remembered Namjoon had told you he developed an app, and maybe that was where you knew him from, probably an article or something like that. Or maybe you just saw him around campus. You tried to get the silent boy from your thoughts; you were curious about him and how mysterious he was, but you were also struggling with the things you had done the day prior.  It wasn’t until around night time when you were finally distracted with the starting of your essay that you heard your phone ring. You looked at the screen, reading “Unknown caller” and answered.  “Hello?”  The line was silent for a while.  “Hello, sweetheart.” And you closed your eyes, a shiver running down your spine. His low, raspy voice, serious and stern made you weak, and you didn’t know why. Well, you had an idea.  You clutched the phone against your ear and bit your lower lip.  “Hello, Sir.” You answered, your voice came out weak and choked out.  “Did you have fun yesterday?” He asked, his voice so lustful it sounded like a sin. You didn’t know how to answer, you stayed silent. “I want to see you again.” He then stated. A sense of urgency in his voice, you could hear his ragged breath. You tried to picture him, his hands clutching hard on the edge of a chair, table, anything as he tried to keep in his desperate voice. “Why?” You asked, and this time he was the one that was silent. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you wanted to ‘see’ him again too. Your body was already aching for him, for the way he had made you feel. “I... I want you to touch me again.” You admitted. He sighed on the line, cursing a low “fuck”. “You drive me crazy.” He let out, and you felt it shoot straight to your core. The idea of you... Driving such a man... Powerful man, crazy.  “I’ll arrange for us to meet again next week.” He then resumed his serious almost professional voice. “Wait for the text.”  “Yes, Sir.” You almost whined on the phone.  “Good girl, go to bed.” The praise made you whine and then he hung up. Leaving you submissive and messy for a complete stranger.  You couldn’t believe you were going to do this again, but at the same time, you were looking forward to it. To your surprise, you shut your laptop and did exactly what he had told you to do. And you closed your eyes, dreaming of the voice you so ever wanted to hear again. 

Friday came and you couldn’t help but feel like you were in a good mood. You had finished your classes and even written a little more of your essay. Then, you were in Malia’s door watching her yet again go through her clothes for another night of partying. You felt like you could use a little alcohol and you most certainly wanted to get your mind off things. So once again, Malia gave you a large smile as she helped you chose an outfit. 

You weren’t complaining. The way the dress hugged your curves felt nice and boosted your confidence. You decided to take a quick shower and used your vanilla-scented body wash, it was almost as if you wanted to keep remembering what had happened. Almost as if you were preparing for it.  As you swayed to the music in the Uber, Malia made a face.  “Seriously, what’s happening to you?” She asked, and you looked are her confused.  “What do you mean?”  “First you come to a party with me last week, then you’re at the frat house eye fucking the app boy, now you’re going again to a party with me, I’m pretty sure something’s up.” She finished.  You avoided her eyes, knowing that if you tried lying to her face, she’d notice.  “I just... I just want to have some fun.” You weren’t lying, you did want to have fun. And now that she mentioned the cute boy, your thoughts went to him. “Also, Jungkook is an introvert, I don’t think he likes to party.” You said simply.  “Oh, you two are perfect for each other.” She laughed.  You hit her arm and soon you both were arriving.  The party was a bit more intimate. Not that it wasn’t full, it was, but only people you knew. The music was loud and most of the boys were in the living room, on the couch, some seated on the floor. As you and Malia walked in, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin greeted you. You smiled at the boys and soon you two were seated with them, drink in hand while you all talked about random things. As you looked around the room, observing the other people your eyes fell on the dark eyes looking at you from across the room. He was leaned against the wall, gray long-sleeved shirt that hugged his arms so nicely, his hair messy as he fumbled around with a drink in his hand. You gave him a short smile, but he just looked beside him, leaning off the wall and walking away.  You couldn’t help but feel bad. It really felt like he didn’t like you. Maybe you were annoying. Maybe he knew you because of Yoongi and knew you were sort of a control freak. You shook your head. You were brought out of your thoughts when the music was boosted and everyone got up to dance in the low lit room, you hesitated, but Malia pulled you by the hand and soon you were moving your body, gulping down your drink in one go because tonight, you just wanted to lose a little of that so-called control. You moved gently at first, laughing while you saw your friend try to be sexy with Namjoon. He, of course, was already under her spell. You closed your eyes and started swaying your hips gently to the music; you felt good, lighter, calmer for once, lost in the moment and when you felt two hands land on your hips, you gently looked back to see a not so familiar face.  You felt like pulling away from him, but he started swaying his hips with yours and you just felt like maybe having a dance partner would be nice.  You looked back front again, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to dance. The boy leaned in your ear.  “I’m Taehyung.” He introduced himself.  His voice was so low and so sensual you felt your whole body shiver. You had a thing for voices now.  “Y/N.” You replied.  You felt him smile against your skin and you continued dancing with him. His body glued to yours as you both slowly and gently ground to the music. It was at the second song that you felt Taehyung shift and his body was further away. You stayed with your eyes closed, ready to complain when his body came back, this time just allowing you to move on your own.  You opened your eyes, grabbing the drink from Malia’s hand and she looked back ready to complain when her eyes met the boy behind you, her eyebrows raised and she elbowed Namjoon, who looked rather surprised. You ignored the looks on their faces and continued slowly swaying your hips on the boys’ lap. He still wasn’t moving. Maybe he was just enjoying the way you moved. Soon, you started wanting him to move along and when you turned your body to say something; you froze. The dark eyes that looked back at you carried a lot. It was a mixture of irritation, frustration, and way at the back you saw it... Desire. You couldn’t speak. Now Malia and Namjoon’s surprised look made sense. You drank the rest of Malia’s drink and took a deep breath, throwing the cup and swinging your arms around the boy’s neck. He tensed up, but you were drunk enough to feel courage. You moved again, ignoring the way his body was hard as a rock in front of you. You whined low, leaning in his ear.  “Jungkook... Dance with me.” You asked, and all he did was rais a hand and rest it on your waist. You felt electricity go through your body, you didn’t know why, but you wanted to make him show something. Say something. You continued moving, inching your body closer and closer to him, and soon, your breasts were touching his chest and you saw his jaw clench. You smirked. Yes, this is what you wanted, you wanted him to react. You started grinding your body into his, feeling how hot it was. His fingers gently squeezed and you let out a whimper. You were so sensitive these days and you didn’t know why. As you found yourself getting drunker and drunker you started grinding more sensually on him, your nipples feeling hard under the thin fabric of Malia’s dress. You rested your forehead on his chest, holding tighter around his neck. You felt his leg shift, moving in between your thighs and you started grinding over it, digging your nails into the back of his neck, that was enough incentive for him, and he brought his clothed thigh up to meet your core. You threw your head back, biting your lower lip as you started gently and slowly grinding on his tight, the fabric of your underwear giving you friction and soon you felt the familiar wetness between your legs, your closed your eyes again and rested your head on his shoulders, you felt him inhale and he let out the air in a shaky breath.  You moaned, and he froze. You opened your eyes. He was looking at you, mouth slightly open, chest rising and falling harder than before. You bit your lower lip... You wanted more. You knew he wanted more too. But as soon as you leaned in to kiss him he let go of you taking a few steps back. You felt your whole body hot, the ache in your core so prominent now. Fuck, you were so turned on. He looked at your figure, shook his head, and soon he was off. You watched as he walked towards the stairs, taking two steps at a time, almost as if he was in a rush. You put a hand on your face, trying to control your breath as you walked out of the living room, making your way to the bathroom, you needed to wash your face. You made a face when you saw there were at least two people waiting, so you decided to wait in line. What had just happened? You were dancing with the Taehyung boy, but then it wasn’t him, it was Jungkook. He let you dance with him... Well, on him. Then... You started to ride his tight and he... Let you. You shook your head again. What was happening to you? You were never this shameless before. Still, you felt so turned on you urgently needed to calm yourself down. Ten minutes went by and as you looked down at the floor, arms crossed with your purse in hand you were poked and looked up.  It was the Taehyung boy.  “Guess we got interrupted.” He said with a smirk on his face. You were turned on and honestly, Taehyung was hot as fuck and clearly interested so you smiled at him. “Would you like to continue from where we stopped?” You bit your lower lip, already feeling the hotness between your legs again. You were about to answer when your phone vibrated.  Text From Unknown Number  You felt your heart race, ignoring the boy in front of you completely. Unlocking your phone, you opened the text message.  “I want to see you, now.” You felt your body tremble. You were already so turned on, just the idea of the stranger giving you so much pleasure like last time made you start typing.  “I’m not home.” You waited for a reply. But realized it seemed like you were turning him down. You shared your location with him. “Can he pick me up here?” You asked, and a few seconds later you saw his reply. “Ten minutes, don’t be late. Room 55. Don’t bother washing up.” You smiled at the text. Locking your phone and putting it in your purse, you only then noticed that Taehyung was still in front of you.  “Oh, I’m sorry, I... Something came up.” You said and smiled softly to him, going to Malia and telling her you were going home. She nodded, didn’t even bother asking questions. And soon enough, you were in front of the frat house, waiting on the black SUV that not too long after was stopping in front of you.  You got in the car this time with no hesitation whatsoever, and you were already anticipating what was going to happen.  All the way there you felt the uncomfortable heat between your legs grow, Jungkook had already gotten you worked, for a brief second you wondered if the Stranger would notice. Soon, you were stopping in front of the hotel, not even bothering to wait for the busboy, and made your way to the reception, giving your name and grabbing the key.  You made your way up to the room, and much different from before, the room wasn’t lit up with candles. You already felt the raw intentions of the stranger. You stripped from your clothes and looked around. There was no blindfold. You felt your heart race; you didn’t want to irritate him, so you sat on the edge of the bed and closed your eyes, waiting. Soon, you heard the door and all of your senses once again were on edge.  You didn’t wait to hear his footsteps, instead; you spoke up.  “I- I didn’t find the blindfold, but my eyes are c-closed” You heard him approach you slowly, anticipation running through your veins. Then you felt the piece of fabric cover your eyes as he tied it firmly behind your head.  “Such an obedient girl.” His voice was overflowing with lust, so much more than last time. Just as you expected. His voice was low and raspy, but firm and confident. It made all the hairs on your body stand. “Up.” He said, and you stood.  “So beautiful.” He whispered, and you felt like you could barely hold yourself up.  You heard him move, the sound of fabric falling to the floor, and you knew he was undressing. He walked away from you, coming back and turning you around gently, with a hand placed on your waist. You felt him tying your hands behind your back and every little touch he gave you made your body jolt. Jesus, you were so turned on you could barely think.  He sat down on the bed and moved you in front of him. This was different from last time. He pulled you with him and you both crawled to the back of the bed, his back resting on the headrest. “Come here.” He said gently, and you moved, him guiding you to sit on top of his thigh. It was a happy coincidence. It was maybe too much of a happy coincidence. When you sat down on his thigh, you felt yourself clench around nothing. The sensation of your bare core on his bare thigh was overwhelming.  “Ride me, sweetheart.” He asked, moving your hips with his hand.  “Y-yes, sir.” You obliged, rocking your hips slowly and already feeling the friction.  “Fuck, you’re already soaking wet, sweetheart.” He noticed while you whimpered low against him. “Have you been a dirty girl?” His dirty talk was gentle, but it was enough to make you go crazy, just the sound of his voice was enough to make you go crazy.  “I... I danced with a boy, Sir.” You admitted, feeling your cheeks flushed as you moaned feeling how good your clit rubbed against his skin.  “A boy? Was he the one that got you wet like this?” He asked with a dark tone to his voice, almost dangerous. You nodded, you couldn’t lie. Jungkook had gotten you soaking with just a little of friction.  “What’s his name, sweetheart?” He asked, and you felt yourself rocking your hips faster and harder against him.  “J-Jung...” You moaned, feeling yourself approach you first high of the night. “Oh god...” You whined out.  “Huh? I didn’t get that, baby, say it again.” It was like he was teasing you, his hands gripping harder on your hips, and clenching his muscle to apply more pressure.  “Jungkook! Oh fuck... His name is Jungkook.” You moaned as you felt yourself closer and closer.  One of his hands wrapped around your neck, chocking you slightly, and that only made you feel more pleasure.  “Cum on my thigh like the dirty slut you are for me.” He said lower and your body obeyed. It hit you fast, maybe because you were already so worked up, you closed your legs around his thigh and he held onto you. You came on his bare thigh, your arousal smudging all over him. You moaned loud as you came and he helped you ride it out, you rested your head on his shoulder and tried to control your breathing.  You felt his hands caress your back, going up and down, and it gave you shivers. You shifted your head so your forehead was against his. You could smell his breath.  “You were drinking alcohol...” You said, clearly smelling it on his breath.  “I could say the same to you, sweetheart.” And you remembered you were still a little drunk from the party.  “Sir?” You asked, and he just hummed. Keeping you still on top of him. He was strong. “I.. I want to kiss you.” You said so low, in almost a whisper.  He stopped, his hand on your back. You didn’t know if you offended him; you felt your cheeks burning from embarrassment. You were too bold today.  “I’m sorry.” Was all he answered and then he guided you off his lap, untying your hands and laying you down next to him.  You heard him get up and start putting his clothes on.  “W-wait…” You pleaded, and you heard him stop. “Don’t leave... Please?” For a second you thought he would come back to bed and lay down with you, but you heard him finish buckling his belt and rush out the door.  You took off the blindfold. Sighing and getting up, putting on the tight dress and just sitting back down on the bed. You rubbed your face, feeling a tight feeling in your chest.  Soon, you heard your phone vibrate, and you walked over to it, opening the text without reading.  “Next Friday, 19h, Room 55.”  You scoffed. He had just left and yet he was already scheduling your next... What was it... Session? You grabbed your heels and made your way out, already irritated.  You got in bed that night looking at your phone and hoping he would call. You just wanted to hear his voice again. You were becoming so very addicted to it. But when sleep came and your phone didn’t ring, you felt disappointed. 

You once again tried to distract yourself, only this time you told yourself you’d be more in control. You went back to your routine, focusing on your papers and essay, going about your life without thinking about the things that happened on Friday. On Thursday you went back to the class you were taking and once again, Namjoon sat beside you. 

“So...” He started off. “You went home pretty early on Friday.” He pointed out, and even though you were trying to forget what had happened, life seemed to have other plans for you.  “Yeah... Something came up.” You lied.   “Taehyung didn’t stop asking about you after you left, he seemed pretty hooked.”  You furrowed your brows, remembering the boy who had danced with you briefly before Jungkook had taken his place.  “Oh, yeah, he seemed nice, and I just left him hanging.” You said faintly, now roaming your eyes around the room for the familiar quiet boy. It was Namjoon that nudged your side and made you notice him standing right next to you. You looked up at the dark eyes looking straight back at you, almost feeling embarrassed for have being caught looking for him.  “Hello, J-Jungkook.” You said feeling flustered. The memory of you two dancing together almost smashing into you. What if he was there to yell at you for the way you acted... Worse, what if he wanted to sue you? He was silent as usual, but soon he took a deep breath and spoke.  “I wanted to apologize for Friday.”. His voice was insecure but direct.  You felt your cheeks heat up, looking down to the boys’ feet.  “It’s ok... I-I should be the one apologizing.” You admitted.  “Have coffee with me, after class.”  You looked up at him again, feeling your mouth dry. It wasn’t a request. But then again, you didn’t feel like saying no in the first place.  “O-ok.” He nodded in Namjoon’s direction, then walked to his usual place.  You watched him the entire time. Wondering why you were so eager to see him again.  “I guess you have two of the boys hooked on you,” Namjoon said with humor in his voice.  You waited at the end of class, with your bag clutched in your arms. You were nervous. You didn’t know why Jungkook wanted to have coffee with you, maybe he wanted to explain why he walked away. Or why he took Taehyung’s place. You were questioning everything again, already worried with so much. But as soon as he came out of the class and stopped next to you, he was the center of your attention.  You walked with him to the coffee shop in ultimate silence. His presence was so intimidating, and yet you felt drawn to it. As soon as you both sat down in the booth, he stared deep into your eyes. You couldn’t hold his gaze for long. Avoiding it briefly before the waitress came and served you two hot coffee.  “Why are you taking that class?” He asked. His voice was so comforting it made you relax again.  “I started my final essay, and I wanted to take that class. I only have to take it next year, but I thought it would be good to prepare for it, even though I don’t understand a thing.”  “That’s smart.” He said, and you hummed. Nodding your head.  “Why are you going to school here?” You asked, and that made him lift his eyebrows. “I mean... Namjoon told me you’re a genius, sold an app to the government and you’re rich and shit... Why go to school here, why not Harvard or something?” You looked down at your coffee, taking a sip.  “Genius... I’m no genius.” He said with a frustrated tone to his words. “I already graduated in computer science in Standford when I was 18, I’m taking on something new, wanted to have the college experience.” He said drinking his coffee. Your mouth almost dropped.  He graduated Stanford when he was 18? He really was a genius.  “I... Wow.” You said, and you saw him feel slightly uncomfortable. “I don’t think I’d have the courage to go back to college for a second major... It’s so out of my plans.” You admitted.  “And what are your plans?” He asked. And there it was again, that feeling that you knew him from somewhere. That you two had met before. You brushed it off, trying to maintain the conversation. This was a lot more than you had last time.  “Finish college, work in my area... I wanted to get married when I was 28, but... That seems very far away.” You smiled, feeling silly. “It’s stupid.”  “It’s not stupid.” He said. You looked up at him. His eyes were a lot softer than the usual.  “Yoongi... You two are from the same frat... He was my boyfriend. I made those plans with him, but as you can tell, we’re not together anymore.” You didn’t know why you were telling him, you assumed he knew you were Yoongi’s ex, but still maybe you were being inconvenient.  “He’s not good for you,” Jungkook said with seriousness to his voice.  Silence installed between the two of you again, and this time it was your fault. Talking about Yoongi while you were seated across from a boy that had so much effect on you while thinking about a stranger that had so much power over your body was just the rock bottom of your sexual confusion.  “I can help you with the class.” He offered, and it took you out of your thoughts, making you look up at him with a surprised look.  “How?”  “We can meet here every Thursday after class, I’ll help you, share my notes so you can be more prepared for next year.” That brought a smile to your lips. A genuine and sincere one. You felt happy that someone understood you at least a little and was willing to help.  “Yeah... That’d be nice.” You couldn’t contain the smile on your face.  After you talked about your mother and how she had made plans for you ever since you were a kid, eventually, you both finished your coffee, Jungkook had already paid before you even had the chance to get your money and you were both standing outside the coffee place, awkwardly standing next to each other.  “So, that was nice.” You said with a soft smile on your lips.  “Yeah, it was.” He agreed and for the first time you saw him smile. It was brief, but it was enough to make your heart flutter.  You waved goodbye to him and turned your back, walking towards your apartment.  It was the first time in so long that you felt normal. Just... A normal girl getting coffee with a cute guy. A cute guy that was very, very smart and rich, but still, you felt good.  You got home, and the smile was still plastered on your face and of course, Malia didn’t let that go by unnoticed.  “Who is it?” She asked as soon as you put your bag down on the living room floor.  “What are you talking about?” You shook your head at her.  “Oh, come on! Last time you got home smiling like that, Yoongi had first lent you his pencil.”  You rolled your eyes.  “I just grabbed coffee with Jungkook, that’s all.” You walked towards your room, taking your jacket off.  “Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, the quiet boy?” She asked, and you nodded. “What about Yoongi?” You shrugged.  “What about him?” “Well, weren’t you the one that wanted to get married to him and all that crap you believe in?” You felt uncomfortable.  “Malia, it’s not crap stuff, it’s just how I like to live.” You tried defending yourself.  “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “So, is Jungkook your next target?” And you looked at her, feeling offended.  “I don’t have any ‘targets’ Jungkook is a nice guy, he’s going to help me get familiar with class for next year.” “Sound more like get familiar with his dick.” She wiggled her eyebrows.  You threw a pillow at her, and she laughed, walking towards the kitchen.  Later at night, you had completely forgotten about your appointment for the next day. And when your phone rang, you answered it without even checking the caller.  “Hello?” You answered with a calm voice.  “Still up, sweetheart?” At first, you felt the familiar shiver run down your spine, but then you felt slightly irritated.  “As you can tell... Sir.” You answered boldly.  “Oh, getting brave I see.” He said with amusement in his voice.  “Well, maybe I’m tired of being left in the dark.” You played with words.  He was silent.  “Are you looking forward to tomorrow?” He asked, trying to avoid your last comment.  “Depends...” You said, and he waited for you to go on. “Are you not going to fuck me?” You asked, a smirk on your lips, you heard him hiss with the bold choice of words.  “Am I not pleasing you enough, sweetheart?” You could tell he liked this teasing game.  “Oh no, Sir, don’t get me wrong...“ You rolled over on your bed. “I just really wanted a chance to clench and cum around your hard cock.” You were surprised at yourself for the way you were speaking.  “Fuck... “ He said nice and loud this time. “You’re getting dirty, sweetheart”.  “Maybe I was always dirty, Sir.” You teased.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said with what you could understand was a smirk on his lips.  “Wish I could say the same.” You laughed. “Goodnight”.   You hung up the phone, getting ready for bed. A few moments later your phone vibrated, and you smiled, already shaking your head.  Unknown Number. See you tomorrow, sweetheart.