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Jungkook had worried that his friends wouldn’t have time for him when they graduated, but so far they’d made sure to make time for him after their classes and on weekends. They’d drag him out to their new apartments, sneak him into frat parties, and Tae and Jimin had even gotten him to skip school a few times to sit in on their bigger lectures. It was nice that the whole group had chosen to attend the same university and soon, but not soon enough, Jungkook would be joining them. Graduation was right around the corner and he didn’t think it could come fast enough.
Hobi wanted everyone to hang out this weekend, so he texted the group chat to meet him at the old skatepark. It took some convincing, but eventually even Namjoon and Yoongi had agreed to go. According to Hobi, the plan was to chill there for a bit, maybe practice some tricks, and then head back to his place for drinks.
Jungkook was having fun messing around with Jimin and Tae in the bowl, practicing blunt to fakies, and occasionally shouting nonsense at the other boys in the park. When he finally decided to hop out and go try some tricks on the grind box a lighter, feminine voice caught his ear. He turned his head toward the sound, thinking its owner must be beautiful to have a voice that sounded so sweet, and felt his lips part when he discovered he was right.
You were standing nearby, recounting some funny story to Jin and Hobi, and looked up for a moment to flash a dazzling smile Jungkook's way. He felt his heart skip a beat and breath catch in his throat. It seemed like the world stood still in that moment, like the two of you were the only ones who existed, and he couldn't see or hear anyone but you - which ended up being a problem when he missed Namjoon shouting for him to watch out for the grind box.
Jungkook saw the way your smile dropped and eyes widened as he skated shin-first into the grind box and flipped, ass over teakettle, to the other side. With the way he hit it, he couldn't have wiped out gracefully if he tried. Still, he wondered if he had noticed sooner if he could have spared himself the shame of skidding across the concrete. Replaying what had just happened in his mind had him wishing the ground he was laying on would split open and swallow him whole.
Squeezing his eyes shut to push back the tears before everyone ran over to check on him, Jungkook bit his lip hard and sat up slowly. There was a notable sting on his hands, and arms and an ache in his bones. He could feel his face burning from the humiliation and wanted to hop on his feet and run, but then he felt a soft hand stroking his arm.
"You okay, baby boy?"
You spoke so softly, so gently, and it made Jungkook want to die. He wasn't sure what was worse: the way he'd embarrassed himself in front of you or the realization that you'd just met him and had already dismissed him as a kid. Forcing himself to return your smile, he reassured, "yeah, I just wasn't watching where I was going. I'm alright."
You laughed and it was such a bright, joyful sound that Jungkook didn’t let the teasing lilt to your voice get to him, “oh, trust me, I noticed!”
Jungkook licked his lips nervously and tried not to blush harder than he already was at the way your fingertips tapped along his skin; it sent something electric down his spine. Swallowing hard, he struggled to find his voice again, finally settling on giving you a firm nod. A nod. He was grateful when Hobi piped up, "wow, you really ate shit there, huh?"
"Don't be a dick, Hoseok," you chastised, but the grin on your face belied any real annoyance. Grabbing Jungkook's hand, you helped him to his feet. "I'm Y/N, by the way. I share a class with your two bright, sunshiney friends here,” you said, gesturing between Hobi and Yoongi. To no one’s surprise, Yoongi rolled his eyes and groaned.
“But I don’t think I’ve seen you on campus before,” you continued. You couldn’t help quirking a brow at the way his eyes widened. You decided he was strange, but cute.
“Th-that’s because I don’t go to school there,” Jungkook stammered as he brushed himself off. He hoped he could play this off and you wouldn’t find out more, but fate wasn’t on his side. For the second time today, Jungkook felt his face grow hot.
“That’s because our ‘baby boy’ Jungkook is still in high school,” Tae chimed, smiling like the cat that caught the canary. “But he’s graduating next month and will be joining us for the fall semester.”
Jungkook glared daggers at the blonde, jaw clenched, fingers flexing. If you weren’t here he would’ve beat the older boy’s ass. He felt his stomach twist in knots as you laughed, but then he locked eyes with you and nearly forgot why he was so upset in the first place.
“Then you can call me ‘noona,’ if you want,” you said, beaming at him. You gave him a wink, delighting in the renewed dusting of pink on his cheeks. “I’d like that, baby boy.”
Jungkook breathed out a deep sigh and forced himself to smile at you, feeling extremely conflicted about the way his cock throbbed at the thought. Dragging his bottom lip through his teeth, he realized he liked the thought of calling you ‘noona.’ Way more than he should. But ‘baby boy?’ That wasn’t gonna work, at all. He decided that he’d make you change it if he needed to.
“Alright, noona.”
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"Morning, noona," Jungkook called, pleased to see you were still here. Realizing with the way you sat up and groaned that you might not have been awake yet, he dragged his bottom lip through his teeth and smiled. Cute. "You have water over there? Or can I make you something salty and greasy? We've got bacon and sausage in the fridge."
"Mm, that'd be great and maybe some hash browns too? Thanks, baby boy," you yawned, reaching up to stretch your back and shoulders. Jungkook swore he felt himself fucking salivate at the way your shirt rode up just enough to expose a sliver of your stomach. Realizing he needed to stop, he turned away quick.
"Hey, me too, Jungkook," Jin said from the recliner, looking every bit as fucked up as you all thought he'd be after his performance last night.
"Make your own damn breakfast," Jungkook snapped.
You couldn't help bursting into a fit of giggles at the way the older boy's jaw dropped and then you laughed even harder when he went off on Jungkook. He was hilarious when he was mad and it was made even better by the way Jungkook was cackling along with you.
Jungkook glanced back at you over his shoulder and nearly melted into the floor at the sight, feeling his heart swell. Knowing that he'd helped make you laugh that hard nearly had him feeling dizzy.
When he finally set the plates of food down, including one for Jin, he found that he couldn't help but watch you in between bites. You were beautiful all the time, but god he could really get used to waking up to the sight of you first thing in the morning. The twitch in his cock wouldn't let him forget that the second half of that wish included you waking up next to him in his bed. He made the mistake of glancing over at Jin only to find him smirking. Honestly, it pained him to know exactly why and he couldn't fight off the blush he felt coming on.
Jungkook already knew that he had developed a terrible habit of staring at you longingly whenever he thought you wouldn’t notice. He knew how pathetic the hopeful smiles and puppy dog eyes he sent your way whenever you spent time with him looked. He knew his friends snickered whenever he leapt at the chance to help you with something. He knew all of this, but he couldn’t stop himself from doing any of it.
The worst part for him was that the more he got to know you, the harder he fell. Jungkook realized you weren't perfect, but sometimes it sure felt that way; you just complemented each other so well that even if he thought he actually stood a chance, he wasn't sure he could risk your friendship by telling you how he felt. So, he was lovesick and constantly faced with the possibility that the universe had a sense of humor. It had dropped his dream girl right into his lap and then dangled her just out of reach.
And everyone else reminded him he was too young for you, and while you had never said those words specifically, you still called him 'baby boy' every chance you got. He knew where he stood, but that didn't stop him from trying to get you to notice him and it definitely didn't prevent him from trying to get you to think of him as a man any way he could. In fact, it only spurred him on.
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Another year and a half later and Jungkook thought he had attempted everything to get you to start taking him seriously. He studied hard in school, worked out enough to build up some good muscle, changed his wardrobe, tried toning down some (but not all) of his antics. First impressions were hard to break, but he had tried desperately hard at it.
Maybe it wouldn't have bothered him so much, maybe it wouldn't have pissed him off so much, if you hadn't doubled down on your teasing too. It told him you had noticed him trying to seem more mature, but you either didn't care or thought it was funny. You still called him by that fucking nickname, that was no surprise, but now you'd giggle at the things he said or did and call him cute too.
"Aw, is our baby boy pouting," you asked, sucking your teeth and leaning over the back of the couch to clasp your fingers under his chin. You tilted him back to look up at you and Jungkook felt his jaw tick when he realized the top of his head was pressed flush against your chest. "What can I do to make it better?"
You were doing it on purpose, he knew. You had to know because you'd doubled down on doing this too and you'd be blind not to see how you drove him fucking crazy. It was another thing about you that had been pissing him off lately. He could've accepted that you didn't feel the same way about him if you didn't take every chance to you got to either make fun of him or fucking turn him on. It wasn't fair because he knew he'd keep letting you lead him on. It wasn't always little, easily explained things like this either.
Sometimes it was the way you'd rest your hand on his thigh when you sat next to him - or the way you'd fucking squeezed it one time, claiming you wanted to feel his new muscles. The look on your face when his eyes had gone wide, pupils dilating, told him you fucking knew how you were affecting him.
Then, there was the way you had started dressing around him. It had been driving him up the fucking walls. He thought back to the dangerously short skirt you'd worn the other day and how you'd tugged at the back of it when you bent over to pick something up, barely managing to keep your ass covered. It had taken everything for him to avoid jumping you then and there. It had been painful.
It all felt pretty damn cruel to him and it had to be intentional because he hadn't seen you doing it to anyone else. Even still, he was mad about you. It just wasn't fair.
Jungkook made the mistake of inhaling deeply when he went to sigh. When he was this close to you, he could smell the way your lotion mingled with the intoxicating scent he'd come to recognize as yours. Already half-hard, he shifted as discreetly as he could and forced himself to smile. "I'm just feeling tired, noona," he said. "I haven't been sleeping well lately."
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You leaned into Yoongi’s chest and threw your head back, moaning when he seized the opportunity to place open-mouth kisses up and down your neck. He rolled your nipples between his fingers and then slid his hand down to hold your folds apart for Hobi's tongue. You couldn't help the way you rolled your hips back and forth over his mouth or the high-pitched, needy whine that escaped you.
"Oh, fuck."
Hobi laughed into your cunt at the reaction, sending delicious vibrations straight to you clit when he sucked it into his mouth. You felt Yoongi thrust his cock into your ass a few times before reaching down with his other hand to fuck his fingers into you, spreading you open by pushing his fingers apart. Hobi noticed and flicked the tip of his tongue over your clit a few more times before sliding further between your thighs, back bent, so he could lap at your hole. You knew from the wet, sloppy sounds of Yoongi fingering you that you were gushing a over Hobi's face. He pushed his tongue inside you between Yoongi's fingers and both men fucking moaned when they felt you clenching around them.
"He's stroking his cock for you right now," Yoongi purred into your ear, making you shiver against him. His fingers had taken over rubbing small circles into your clit. You tightened around them again and felt Yoongi smirk between biting and sucking on your neck. "Mm, you like the thought of that, don't you? You wanna watch?"
"Oh, fuck yeah."
Hobi rose to his feet and flashed you one of his bright, dazzling smiles. You dragged your bottom lip through your teeth at the sight; his pupils were blown out black and his face from the nose down was glistening with your juices. You wanted to lick yourself off of him. He stepped in closer and pulled your hand to his cock, encouraging you to pump his length.
"Such a dirty girl," he said, cocking his head to the side, "And you taste so fucking good, I could eat you three meals a day."
Yoongi slid his fingers out of your cunt and hummed an amused sound when you whimpered at the loss. Then he fisted the Hobi's hair in his hand and pulled him in, returning his grin as he said, "Remind me just how good she is."
You turned your head to watch Hobi grab the other man by the back of the head, tightening his grip to match Yoongi's, and slowly flicked his tongue out. Yoongi mirrored the action, letting his tongue slide over Hobi's a few times before wrapping his lips around it and sucking your juices off of him. He moaned at the taste and broke away just long enough to mutter, "fuckin' delicious."
Hobi pulled him back in and deepened the kiss again, thrusting himself into your hand repeatedly all the while. You whimpered and rubbed your thighs together, desperate for some friction, and reached behind to stroke Yoongi too. A thin, needy whine ripped from his throat when you collected the bead of precum from his slit and swirled your hand over the head of his cock. You felt Hobi throb in your palm as they broke the kiss, both men smirking as they turned to look at you. Something about that look warned you that you were in trouble. That, or you would be soon.
Yoongi shifted onto the bed behind you, laying back with his head propped on the pillows. Hobi pushed you down when you turned to look back and you gasped in surprise and delight as he brought his hand down to smack your ass.
"Harder!"
You kept your eyes locked on Yoongi, watching as he stroked himself and got off to the sight and sound of Hobi spanking you. Every now and then, usually after a particularly hard slap, he'd shove his fingers inside you, leaning down to whisper complete filth into your ear so you'd know exactly what he planned on doing to you.
"Enough, I need her to sit on my face," Yoongi said, both his fingers and cock twitching as he stopped touching himself.
You were more than happy to comply, moving up the bed to do as he asked, but then Hobi chimed in, "wait, turn around. Be a good little slut and suck my cock while you're at it."
Yoongi didn't wait to bury his face in your pussy, planting a hand on either side of your ass and spreading you open so he could fuck you with his tongue easier. You caught the way he lifted his hips off the bed with each swipe of his tongue up your slit and dipped your head down to wrap your lips around the head of his shaft before sinking down his length. He moaned into you so fucking good you couldn't help but grind onto his mouth harder.
Hobi got tired of waiting and fisted your hair in his hand, dragging your mouth off of Yoongi and onto him. You whimpered as he began thrusting into your mouth, realizing he had every intention of fucking your throat.
Yoongi sucked your clit into his mouth, running his tongue over it repeatedly, and you whined around Hobi's cock. The vibrations caused him to snap his hips forward and you gagged around his cock. The way your throat spasmed around him had him moaning out your name and reminding you what a dirty girl you were, which in turn had you clenching around Yoongi's fingers as he pumped them in and out of you.
Your moans became increasingly desperate and frequent, so Hobi let you pull off of his cock. He watched you through heavy-lidded eyes as you writhed against Yoongi's mouth and kept pumping his length, fully enjoying the show.
"I'm gonna cum."
Yoongi gripped your hips with both hands, replacing his fingers with his tongue inside of you, and Hobi leaned down between you to flick his tongue over your clit as best he could at this angle. When you came, you screamed, white-hot pleasure wracking your body. They kept at it, fucking moaning the whole time, and it had you seeing stars until you had to beg them to stop.
"Please, it's too fucking good. I can't take it."
They let you climb off, but Hobi didn't wait to spin you around, dragging you backward and spreading your thighs apart. Yoongi reached over to the end table, grabbing two condoms and tossing one and a bottle of lube to Hobi. As soon as Yoongi rolled it down his cock, you felt a firm hand pushing your hips down, encouraging you to sink down onto him.
You cried out at the stretch, savoring that delicious burn, and then you felt Hobi line himself up with your asshole and slowly push himself inside. You fell forward against Yoongi's chest and he reached up to stroke your hair as you adjusted to having both holes filled
"You're taking our cocks so well. Such a good girl," he praised before pressing his mouth to yours. He parted your lips with his tongue and began thrusting up into you. He had sweet words for you whenever you pulled away to catch your breath or moan. "Just relax and let us fuck you right."
"God, she's so fucking tight," Hobi said, pausing between words to lick a hot path up your back. He bit down on your shoulder, making you cry out, before whispering in your ear, "I can feel him fucking that sweet pussy every time I fuck myself deeper into you."
You quickly learned you wouldn't have to ask twice with them when you finally said they could pick up the pace. Hobi pounded himself into you, letting the sounds of his balls and thighs smacking against your ass mix with your moans to fill the room. Yoongi used the leverage from Hobi and the bed to snap his hips up into you and the angle and curve of his cock had him hitting your g-spot on each thrust. He reached down between where you were connected and rubbed circles against your clit. Both men let their free hand roam up and down your body, grabbing, pinching, caressing whatever parts of you they wanted.
“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum again.”
You had tears stinging your eyes from all the stimulation, moans turning into sobs as they forced you to take whatever pleasure and pain they gave you. You felt yourself clamp down around both of them and when that coil inside you snapped for the second time, you nearly blacked out.
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Jungkook had just started drifting off to sleep when he heard your first moan. The ache in his cock was immediate and he let out of a soft groan. If he had realized you’d come over, he might’ve gone to crash at Jimin’s place instead. The wall separating his bedroom from Yoongi’s was too thin; whenever you stayed the night, he could hear everything.
“Oh, fuck.”
Letting out a long sigh, Jungkook slid his hand down his stomach to palm his hardening cock through his sweatpants. You were fucking mewling on the other side; he’d gotten familiar with the sounds you made when someone was eating you out and couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips. Yoongi or someone else moaned at the taste of you and Jungkook squeezed his shaft harder, baring his teeth and hissing in a sharp breath of air. He wanted to taste you so fucking badly. Fuck, the thought of it had him throbbing.
Jungkook pushed his sweatpants and underwear down enough to free his cock and firmly gripped the base of his shaft. Listening to those sweet, needy sounds you were making, he imagined he was the one buried between your thighs right now. He ran his tongue over his teeth before biting down on his bottom lip, pumping up and down his cock as he pictured it.
You’d lay back on the bed, completely naked, giving him that gorgeous smile that always seemed to make him lightheaded. Jungkook would stroke your inner thighs - they’d be so fucking soft - and you’d writhe and whimper at the teasing, lifting your hips off the bed. He’d push your thighs apart, exposing you to his eyes and he’d fucking drink in the sight of you. Placing his thumbs on either side of your labia, he’d spread you open and you’d be fucking glistening for him. He’d run the flat of his tongue from your hole to your clit and you’d cry out for him -
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
Jungkook bucked his hips, thrusting into his palm, and let out thin whine of his own at the way you’d moaned. He wanted it so fucking bad. You’d be so fucking good - he knew - you’d be incredible. He’d hook his arms under your thighs and clasp his hands over your stomach, just above your mound, to hold your hips down while he fucked you with his mouth. You’d make such sweet noises - like the ones you were making right now - but they’d be even hotter because they’d be for him. You’d look so fucking beautiful like that: fighting against his hold to roll your hips enough to ride his tongue.
“Such a dirty girl.”
Was that Hobi? Jungkook’s hand stilled and his eyes shot open, ripped from his fantasy. He knew you were fucking Yoongi, but Hobi too? Clenching his jaw and working the muscles tight, Jungkook realized he’d heard them both in there before. Beyond the crushing sensation he felt in his chest whenever he saw you with someone else, there was this gnawing feeling of envy and anger. He knew he could fuck you better than either of them if you’d just let him.
There was a loud smack followed by a delicious sounding cry from you as you begged, “harder!”
Jungkook spat into his hand and began stroking himself faster, occasionally rolling his palm over the head of his cock or dragging his thumb over his slit. Whenever he thought about fucking you, there was a fifty-fifty chance on how the fantasy would go. Sometimes, he wanted worship you - let you know just how special you were to him - but sometimes he wanted to fucking ruin you for all the times you had toyed with him.
He could see it right now: you, strewn across his lap, cheeks reddening more and more with each slap he rained down on your ass. Jungkook felt his cock twitch and balls contract when imagined you like that: tears streaming down your face from the sting on your ass and the shame of knowing you were so wet you were dripping down your thighs. Such a fucking slut. He squeezed the head of his cock, forcing a small bead of precum out, and thought about how he’d yank your head back by your hair, forcing you to arch your back almost painfully, and then he’d shove his fingers into your tight little pussy. He wouldn’t give you time to adjust to it before pushing another finger in - you didn’t deserve it - and he’d fingerfuck you so hard and fast he’d have you crying from the stimulation.
The fantasy changed again when he heard that you’d be sitting on Yoongi’s face and sucking Hobi’s cock and how could it not? The thought of your ass in his face while he flicked his tongue over your clit, delving down to lap up your juices, all while your sweet, wet, hot mouth was wrapped around his cock? It had Jungkook moaning along with you, desperately stroking and squeezing cock, fucking his hips up into his hand, needing more - needing you.
“I’m gonna cum.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jungkook whimpered again and again, reaching down to roll his balls in his palm and tug down on them slightly, just enough to fight off his orgasm. He wanted you so fucking badly it hurt and hearing you like this - knowing you were close to cumming - was driving him insane. He wanted to cum with you, wanted to imagine himself pounding into you, pretend he was filling you up with his cum instead of spilling himself all over his stomach and hand, but this had happened enough that he knew Yoongi wasn’t finished with you yet. Jungkook let go of his shaft, resting his hands on his stomach as he tried to come down and catch his breath.
But fuck you sounded so hot. Jungkook couldn’t help flexing his hips up off the bed, praying that one day he would get to feel your cunt clamping down around him - hear you calling his name. He carded his fingers through his hair and pulled, letting out another thin whine as he desperately tried not to touch his cock. He wanted, so badly, to fucking cum while listening to you like this.
Gritting his teeth, he tried focusing on how loud you were - how cruel you were. You knew he shared a wall with Yoongi and there’s no way you didn’t know how thin the walls were. It was clear to him that you wanted him to hear. You wanted him hard, panting, craving you like fucking addict looking for their next fix. But then tomorrow you’d smile at him sweetly and remind him he was too young for you, call him ‘baby boy,’ and tease him for trying so hard to be ‘manly.’ You’d do all of that while stroking his hair or letting your hands linger too long on his chest or thighs. You’d lean over to make a joke about something and your lips would just barely brush his neck or the shell of his ear, breath hot and heady as it fanned across his skin. You’d do it while wearing clothes that drew attention to every inch of your body he wanted to touch, and kiss, and lick.
Jungkook nearly growled when he started pumping his shaft again. It wasn’t just that you wouldn’t date or fuck him. It was that you took every chance you got to remind him of it. He didn’t know if it was malicious or not, but christ, it pissed him off, even if he acted like it was alright. If he ever got the chance to change your mind, he’d fucking break you.
“Please, it’s too fucking good. I can’t take it.”
Jungkook licked his lips and felt himself grin; he’d make you say that about his cock one day.
Rutting into his hand as he listened to the sounds of two men fucking you to the point where you were screaming, he clawed down his chest, letting his nails catch on his nipple and gasping at the sensation. He pictured you riding him right now, imagined how beautiful you’d look bouncing up and down on him. What he wouldn’t give to watch his cock spread your pussy open and disappear inside you.
Your cries became more frequent and Jungkook knew you were close. He listened to the sound of skin slapping against skin and thought about how he’d flip you over onto your knees and watch your ass jiggle as he rammed into you. He’d grab you by your hair, and pull you up off your hands, forcing another delicious arch of your back and throwing you off balance so all you could do was kneel and take his cock. He’d lick a hot line up your neck to your jaw - bite and suck bruises all over you skin so everyone would know he’d had you, that you were his. He’d fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk straight for days.
Jungkook felt his cock swelling, abdominal muscles and balls contracting, and knew he wasn’t going to last, but it was at that moment you fucking keened.
“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum again.”
Baby.
Jungkook came so hard - moaned so loud - there was no way you didn’t hear him. He stroked himself through his orgasm and listened to the way you whimpered as you came down from yours. Looking down at himself, he groaned seeing he’d cum so hard some of it had landed on his chest. When he got up to clean himself off, he thought about what you said before you came.
He collapsed onto the bed, rolling onto stomach and nuzzling into his pillows. This might be the part he hated most about listening to Yoongi, and now Hobi, fuck you. Remembering it wasn’t him, remembering you weren’t his, remembering you weren’t here in his arms, giving him that smile he’d fallen for nearly three years ago. Jungkook didn’t know if he hated you or loved you more.
Even if he was pissed at you every time you called him it, even if the nickname stung every time he heard it, even if he knew better, he couldn’t help hoping you’d said what you had before you came just for him. Baby.
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Jungkook had to admit to himself that he was trying to get caught. In fact, he’d been trying to for a while. Out at a party? Blowjobs in the bathroom, door unlocked. Masturbating in his bedroom? Door cracked, just enough. Fucking some girl balls deep on the couch in the living room of the apartment? He had reason to believe you were coming over. Oops. Maybe you would finally start taking him seriously or, at the very least, maybe you’d stop playing games with him.
He heard the door unlock and open and was pleased to see the girl he was balls deep in hadn’t noticed. Biting his lip, he dragged his gaze up from her ass to the figure standing in the doorway. You stood, wide-eyed, lips parted, watching him bend this girl over the couch.
Jungkook kept his eyes locked on yours as he reached down to shove two fingers into the girl’s mouth, wrapping the rest around her jaw and keeping her head turned away from you. You watched him run his tongue along his teeth, nose scrunching, nodding his head at you as he picked up his pace, fucking her even harder.
The girl moaned and whimpered desperately around Jungkook’s fingers, the sound mixing with the smacking of his thighs and balls against her ass and his own obscene groans and growls. Feeling a wave of arousal hit you, you rubbed your thighs together in an attempt to feel some friction where you needed it most. The corners of Jungkook’s mouth curled up into a smirk. He’d noticed. He hadn’t looked away from you for a second. Of course he had noticed.
“You like that, noona,” he asked, voice low, somehow managing to pivot his hips into the girl on the couch even faster.
“Mhm,” the girl on the couch answered, completely unaware the question was never meant for her.
You turned tail and ran, the sound of Jungkook laughing following you out of the apartment.
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“Oh, fuck,” Tae breathed into your neck. That deep baritone sent shivers down your spine, making you clamp down around him even harder. You lifted yourself off his cock, using the headboard as leverage, and lowered yourself back down slowly, rolling your hips against his pelvis to gain some friction against your clit. Tae traced his fingers down your back before letting his hands settle on your hips. “You feel so good, sweetheart.”Tae let you set your own pace while you adjusted to his size, bringing his mouth down to lick and suck at your nipples while you rocked into him. Leaning back, you rested your palms against his shins to give his lips and tongue better access to your breasts. He brought a hand between you to rub your clit better and when he dipped down to lick a hot trail up your stomach, you gasped, eyes shooting open.
You had thrown your head back due to the position, meaning you now had a very clear, albeit upside down, picture of the man standing in the doorway. Shooting back up, you twisted your back around to get a better look at the way Jungkook’s jaw ticked, muscles working tight. You felt yourself shiver again, but for a very different reason. Jungkook looked pissed. Taehyung gripped your jaw to turn your attention back toward him.
When you tried to find Jungkook at the party later, he was gone.
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With one exception, Jungkook had texted everyone to meet up at the local dive bar around eight for wings and drinks. You were the exception, of course, thinking the plan was to meet up at his place first and then go to the bar. Finding Jungkook alone at the apartment wasn’t a rare occurrence and your friend group was often late, so you didn’t think twice about being the first to show up.“Hey, noona,” Jungkook said, crossing the room, arms extended to pull you into a hug. You let him, thinking nothing of it, and greeted him back with the nickname that finally got him to make up his mind about this.“Hey, baby boy.”The second Jungkook felt you wrap your arms around him, he twisted you both around and shoved you into the wall. Following it up by pinning your wrists above your head, he crashed his mouth to yours and bit your bottom lip, making you gasp, before tracing his tongue along the spots that stung. He was already hard, the thought of having you any kind of way making his cock throb against your hip.
"I ain't your fucking 'baby boy,' noona," he groped your ass hard, pulling you in tighter. "I'm a man, and I’m so fucking done with these games you’ve been playing. You’ve got about ten seconds to stop me from taking this any further.”
Jungkook watched the way your pupils dilated and how the corners of your mouth pulled into a smirk, returning it with one of his own when you started counting backwards from ten for him. Oh, you were gonna get it and you didn't even realize how fucking hard.
When you hit 'one' Jungkook grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around, tugging your hips back until you were bent over. He spread your thighs by slotting his leg between them and hiked your skirt up over your ass before dropping to his knees and yanking your panties down - all within the span of about two seconds. Groaning at the sight of you, he commented, "so wet for me already, noona? I haven't even touched you yet. You're such a fucking slut." Pulling your lips apart, he pressed his nose into you and inhaled deeply, a low rumble sounding in his chest.
"Jungkook," you whined, torn between the flush on your face and the growing need between your thighs. "Please."
"What do you want me to do to you, noona? You want me to tongue your pussy? Then fucking say it," he spat, dragging his fingertips across your outer labia and spreading you apart further. He knew he'd dive in the second you admitted it, not wanting to give you a chance to take it back.
"Eat my pussy, Jungkook."
Jungkook slipped his tongue between your folds and moaned at the taste, reveling in the way he had you thrusting back against his mouth after just a few licks from your clit to your core. He let you grind your hips back and forth over his mouth and felt himself grow even harder at the way your juices were covering his jaw and chin too. So fucking hot. You tasted so fucking good and the moans you were giving him were just as sweet. He could eat you out for hours, wanting to make you cum all over his tongue.
But he wouldn't. Not this time. This wasn't about your pleasure, even if he'd be sure to get you off. This was about teaching you a fucking lesson you'd never forget.
Jungkook waited until you were writhing against his face - waited until he heard those telltale noises you always made right before you came - and then he pulled away. You cried out at the loss of your orgasm and started to turn to yell at him, but he wrenched your arms behind your back and held them tight in one hand while he pressed your face into the wall with the other. Leaning in close to watch your expression shift from anger to shock, he laughed.
"I was gonna-"
"Cum," he supplied, letting his lips brush against the shell of your ear. "Oh, I know, noona. But you don't get to cum unless it's on my cock. You want to cum, don't you? Beg for it."
"Jungkook, please," you whined. "Please fuck me."
You felt him smirk into your neck before he said, "say 'red' if you need me to stop. 'Yellow' to slow down. Do I need a condom or do I get to fuck you raw?"
"I use condoms with the others and I'm on birth control," you said, rushing through your words. "Please, please, just fuck me."
Jungkook pulled his cock out and wasted no time ramming it into you. You didn't have time to adjust to the burning stretch of him before he pulled all the way back out and thrust himself into you again, harder this time. He fucking throbbed inside you at the way you cried out each time. He'd have you screaming before he was through.
Starting at a slow, but deliciously rough rhythm, he dropped the hand that wasn't binding it wrists to your hips, using the extra leverage to his advantage. He wanted to break you, wanted you to remember this when you couldn't walk straight the next day. Jungkook dragged your hips back even more, forcing you to arch your back even harder, before pistoning his hips into you at a fast, almost violent pace.
Jungkook threw his head back and shut his eyes, savoring the way your cunt was squeezing his cock so fucking tight. Nothing he imagined could've compared to this. And the way he had you moaning, almost constantly, right now? You didn't quite make those sounds for his friends.
Jungkook licked his lips and finally let go of your arms, reaching around to rub quick, firn circles against your clit. The reaction he was going for was instant and he could've cum the first time he heard you say his name in that needy, high-pitched whine, but he wasn't done yet. He kept going and knowing you were close to cumming based on the sounds you were making was nothing compared to feeling the way your walls spasmed around him.
"Oh, fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum."
Jungkook clenched his jaw, deciding he was going to punish you for that. He kept his pace up on it clit until you clenched around him even tighter, finally screaming his name as you came, but then he didn't stop to give you time to come down from your high.
He fucked into you as hard and fast as he could, keeping up his assault on your clit the whole time you clawed at his wrists to get him to stop. You could've gotten him to stop too, if you'd only said the safe word he'd given you.
You came a second time for him.
You were crying after the third, but you still hadn't said the safe word.
Jungkook came with you the fourth time, biting down hard on your neck and growling into you.
When he finally pulled out of you, he spun you around and pulled your panties up for you before fisting your hair in his hand and kissing you.
"You're so fucking perfect." he said when he broke away, earning an exhausted, but familiar smile from you.
"And here I spent all this time thinking I was too old for you," you admitted, almost shyly.
Jungkook blinked at you rapidly in disbelief. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He let out a long, heavy sigh before laughing at how absurd it was.
"We need to talk when we get back from the bar, noona."