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You recall the first time you’ve met your step-brothers.
Your mother, a woman who’s been single longer than you’ve lived, has found herself a husband. By the start of your junior year, she was in a relationship. You didn’t meet him until close to the end of said year when she had shown you the diamond ring right on her finger. She stated that if it wasn’t serious, she wouldn’t bother introducing you to him.
Introducing you to your new step-father that summer meant also introducing you to his children. Biologically, he had two - Kim Taehyung and Kim Ari. At that time, Ari was already in college in Europe, studying fashion, a subject you never knew existed. Taehyung had graduated High school the year prior.
The kicker was that of a certain boy by the name of Jeon Jungkook, an adopted son from a previous marriage.
“Though my wife and I didn’t work out, I adopted Jungkook when he was around 8.” your step-father stated at dinner.
You pondered just how that worked - Jungkook living with his adopted father instead of his mother. Where was his own biological father that he’d rather steer clear from both parents and remain with someone else entirely?
You never questioned either of them aloud, however.
Jungkook and you were the same age, though attending different schools. You were shocked to find out how wealthy this man was. He could afford private school tuition and even offered to send you to the same one Jungkook attended - you declined the offer. It took a month into your senior year for your mother to remove you from your well-liked public school, and put you right into private school alongside Jungkook.
You’ve tried your best to like it. However, the uniform skirt pissed you off. The lack of friends you had irritated you to no end that you were forced to sit with Jungkook and his friends.
Literally.
The boy would wait after your classes and force you to sit with a group of his friends you couldn’t care less about. You’re positive it was because his father had threatened to take away the brand new Porsche he got for him if he ignored you. Yet, day after day Jungkook would drag you to a table full of boys all his age where the two of you would eat. You were glad to not be a part of any of their conversations as they truly didn’t interest you.
At first glance, Jungkook looks like the typical senior boy. Handsome face, nice smile and even nicer body as he was athletic. His appearance could be misconstrued as a toal fuck boy or a nice guy - and you learned that it all depended on what he felt like that day. At this moment, he was a nice guy. A few days prior, the fuck boy in him had him completely ignoring Laura; the girl he snuck into the home while your mother and his father were out on a date.
Jungkook was also the person who’d take you to and from school. You learned at this private academy, there were no school buses - only chauffeurs and privileged students driving their own expensive cars. Jungkook being one of them.
Jungkook enjoyed feeling the wind in his hair as he drove, music blasting through the speakers. He drove as if the streets were his, dashing between cars and going from one lane to another.
“Can you slow down?” you asked him one day - months of dealing with your heart racing outside your chest.
“Tell me,” Jungkook turned down the music but didn’t turn to you. “why are you so incredibly boring?”
Your eyes widened at his words.
“You don’t do anything. You don’t even try to make friends-”
“I have friends!” you hissed back. “I just don’t care for the pretentious-”
“And I’m bored.” Jungkook interrupted, turning the music back up to further mess with you. For a moment, you’re silent, eyes wide and mouth agape. This was probably the most you’ve spoken to him, and even now you and him weren’t on good terms.
“How about you prove you aren’t boring then, sis?” Jungkook hollered over his music. The word “sis” comes out teasingly that it caused your nose to scrunch up. “We’re having a study session tonight. Come with me.”
You cross your arms. “How is studying not boring?”
Jungkook glances your way just as he switches lanes. His dark eyes are enough to tell you that you weren’t understanding anything.
“Oh…” you trailed off, arms falling to your sides. There wasn’t going to be any studying. You suppose it was just a front to not get caught doing anything else. “I don’t-”
“Bo-” Jungkook began. “ring . Stay home alone on a Friday night for all I care. Mingyu was expecting to see you, though.”
Your brows knit together and Jungkook notices that now he has your attention. Mingyu was one of Jungkook’s friends who you were unfortunate to surround yourself with at lunch. You spoke little, only “hi’s” and “bye’s”.
“He thinks you’re cute. He’s never going to shoot his shot first. You’re supposed to be off limits.”
Jungkook turned down the long familiar private road to where the estate was.
“Off limits for what?” you scoffed. Your mind immediately wandered negatively. Off limits because you weren’t like them. You weren’t born into money like they were, and even now that your mom has married into it, you were still a fish out of water.
“As friends, we’re not supposed to get involved with siblings. It’s messy.” Jungkook shakes his head matter-of-factly. “You’re a different case, however. You aren’t technically my sibling. We just met.”
Jungkook turned his eyes towards you once more, this time his stare lingering. “So you’re technically not off limits to anyone.”
The study session consisted of familiar faces. The majority of them were Jungkook’s friends you’ve sat with at lunch, while others were friends of friends, all lingering around each other in the large estate - all the while you kept to yourself mostly.
Jungkook was just as surprised as you were when you met him just when he was about to leave. He noticed the nervous look on your face when you asked him if you were dressed correct for the occasion. It caused him to snicker before motioning to his own casual wear. The untrained eye wouldn’t notice the nearly $600 pair of shoes he wore and designer clothing brand that’s considered “quiet luxury”.
“You’re all alone here.”
You recognize the voice that stands besides you. It’s Mingyu who’s holding out a red cup to you, one in his other hand that he sips on. You glance down at the cup and then back up at the dark haired boy.
“It’s nothing strong.” Mingyu offers a smile. “But if you’d like, I can get you something else. We have juice-”
“It’s fine.” you interrupt, your body warming up as you take the cup. You glance behind Mingyu to find Jungkook amongst the gathering of people. He’s drinking from his own red cup, his eyes watching the two of you.
The last thing you needed was for Jungkook to call you boring again.
“You don’t talk much.” Mingyu notes. “I suppose it doesn’t help that Kook left you, huh?”
You place the brim of the cup to your lips. “Y-yeah.” you murmur. You can smell the alcohol mixed with whatever juice he mixed with it. “I’m the odd one out.”
You take a sip and surprisingly, it doesn’t taste bad. You’re glad that Mingyu hadn’t lied about the taste.
The next few hours are a blur as you and Mingyu talked and continued to drink. The room grew hotter. You became more relaxed, laughing heartily. You aren’t even sure when you and Mingyu ended elsewhere until your mind suddenly snapped back into reality of your naked body against his own.
“You’re very pretty, Y/N.” you hear him say, wet mouth against the nape of your neck. “I always thought so…”
Just as you and Mingyu had drank until your minds were spinning, so had everyone else. As the get together dragged on, people had dispersed. Those who stayed were already dozing off on different parts of the home - Jungkook recalls the time he got so wasted that he slept in the lawn because the house was far too humid to be comfortable.
Jungkook isn’t sure why he decides to follow you and Mingyu. It’s obvious what is bound to happen. For hours, you occupied yourself with his friend that he understood Mingyu’s feelings towards you were mutual.
Jungkook understands that it’s wrong and a complete invasion of privacy. His friend is so intoxicated that he doesn’t realize that the door is open a crack; just enough for Jungkook to look inside. He watches it all - the way Mingyu and you make out until clothing is scattered. He watches the way his friend’s hand touches your bare skin, his lips kissing upon it.
Jungkook is fully aware that this is wrong, but he cannot help but watch. He blames you, he thinks, because just as he was about to turn away and never bring this up to anyone, you get on top of Mingyu. Your back is facing him, smooth and arched. He’s unsure why it captivates him the way it does.
Jungkook is frozen watching you, his own step-sister. The same girl he’s called boring just to tease you. The girl who doesn’t bother to make friends or do anything until now. Your hips rise and fall as Mingyu’s hands settle onto your waist, gripping tightly. Moans surround the room, yours a bit higher than his. He’s never thought about your sexlife until now and if he had, he’d assumed you were the type to wait.
Jungkook knows this is wrong, but he cannot help the way his cock feels as he watches you right now. It’s hard in his pants, twitching each time you grind your hips against Mingyu, his friend hasn’t stopped moaning since you mounded him.
“You feel so good~” you gasp. It’s as if Jungkook’s view of you has lifted, his eyes unblinking as he watches you. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his heart racing in his chest. He blames his own intoxication when his hands slide into his pants and grips his cock. He’s fully aware that this is wrong - and pathetic. But the way your ass looks from here is what continues to drive him crazy.
When Jungkook cums right in his pants is when his mind snaps back to reality. He finds the nearest bathroom and vomits everything into the toilet, managing to avoid stepping over a few drunken acquaintances.
What Jungkook proceeds to do next could be deemed as selfish, but what does being a selfless person get you in life? He learned from his (adoptive) father that if you wanted something in life, you had to take it - no matter the costs or the length in time.
Mingyu is his friend - one of Jungkook’s closest friends. He wants all of his friends to have what's best for them. At first, he thought he wouldn’t care about his friends dating you. There wasn’t a reason to be.
Now, though, Jungkook fears that he cannot get you out of his mind. His mind often rings with your sweet moans and sudden gasps. The way your hips grinds with such pleasurable need that has his mouth salivating whenever the picture pops into his mind. Not only was it pathetic to be hung on a single person, but utterly prohibited.
But why, Jungkook thinks, would it be prohibited? Sure, your mother was married to his father. But, not his biological father. Even so, you and he had just met nearly a year ago. You and he were soon to be out into the real world, going to universities like Taehyung and Ari were. It would be weird if his attraction towards you were aimed at Ari, someone he considered to be his true sister. But for you….
Of course, Jungkook understands that ruining what you and Mingyu were becoming was selfish. However, if he didn’t get it out of his system, it would continue to boil inside him until he could no longer contain himself. He was tired of watching you walk around the home like nothing had happened between you and his friend. Hell, even when he asked Mingyu himself, he had lied to his face. “We just talked and made out a little,” he recalls.
That meant that what Mingyu felt was genuine. He didn’t see you as a random hookup that he spoke about freely and that alone was dangerous. It meant that Jungkook couldn’t have you.
“Before it gets too serious,” Jungkook told his friend one night. “you should stop pursuing Y/N. She’s…”
Jungkook doesn’t say anything further for a moment. He can feel Mingyu’s eyes staring right into him, his mouth agape ready to argue. They had this conversation months ago and Jungkook had stated that it was fine. It wasn’t fine anymore, he thinks. He cannot continue to watch the way you smile at his friend, a flirty look in your eyes. At home, he could hear you talking to him over the phone and even when he was out with his friends, you were always in Mingyu’s phone, which left his friend distracted.
No, Jungkook couldn’t allow this to continue. Maybe after he had a taste of you, he pondered, then maybe.
“She’s like a sister to me.” Jungkook continued. “Besides, you already said you were going out of the country to study.”
Mingyu blinked. “Yeah but…she could come with me?” he knitted his brows. “Or I can stay-”
“Why would you put your life on hold for someone you just met, gyu?” Jungkook scoffed. “I’m telling you this as your friend. Let it go…if later on down the line you two rekindle then it’s meant to be, right?”
You never thought you’d be in this position. You’ve become one of the girls you once took pity on. You were now the girl that had hooked up with someone and was let down. Mingyu had let you down as easily as he could but it still didn’t stop your feelings from being hurt.
You didn’t give Mingyu the satisfaction of ghosting you. You avoided him at all costs. You no longer sat with Jungkook or his friends and instead decided that eating alone with your airpods was just fine until Jungkook made his appearance beside you. At first, he was silent, never speaking about the obvious elephant in the room.
Then-
“Peer pressure?” Jungkook questions you one night. He lifts the alcohol bottle for you to view. “I’m sick of you sulking.”
“I’m not sulking.” you scoff, turning your attention back to your laptop. “I’m doing homework.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Bo-” he begins and you automatically sigh. “ring. What did I say about you being cooped up on a Friday night?”
You snicker. “The last time I went out with you on a Friday night I got my time wasted.”
Jungkook leans against the wall. “I’m sorry about that.”
Your eyes snap back to Jungkook. You’ve never heard him apologize to you before. You gently close your laptop, your body warming. “For…what?” you murmur.
For ruining your bubbling relationship, but Jungkook couldn’t admit to that.
“For Mingyu.” Jungkook nods. “He’s my friend, after all, and I was the one to encourage him to go after you. If I would’ve known he was going to have cold feet…” he trails off.
You shrug one shoulder, leaning back against the couch. “It’s not your fault.” you say. “Where are you going?”
“Kickback. We’re only a few weeks away before we're done with this shit, aren’t we?” Jungkook chuckles. “Then, the summer is ours.”
“Before we end up right back for college?” you snicker, a small grin on your lips.
“Y/N,” Jungkook bounces away from the wall to make his way closer to you. “college parties are way better. Besides, no curfews,” Jungkook seats himself on the arm of the couch. He has no discard for possibly damaging it. “no stealing liquor from the cellar.” he says, jiggling the bottle in his hand. “It’s perfect. Now get up. Wear something hot to show Mingyu that you aren’t bothered by him.”
Jungkook offers a smile - wear something hot for him and him alone, he thinks.
“If you feel tired, just go upstairs to my room.” you tell Ana - more like yell - over the loud music that’s booming throughout the estate.
Ana, of course, isn’t listening fully. She’s already 5 shots in and she’s feeling the party entirely. You allow her to drag you towards the kitchen where there’s already a row of shots displayed.
By the time you got out of the shower, Jungkook had told you that there was a change in plans. You’re positive it had something to do with the text you’ve received from your mother that told you she and your step-father wouldn’t be returning until Sunday.
Obviously, to Jungkook, that meant whatever kickback - you now know that is just a codename for a party - he was attending could now happen in the comfort of his own home.
You peer down at the row of shots - Mystery shots is what Taehyung calls it.
Taehyung was someone you were not expecting to see so soon. He rarely visits home and when he does, it’s usually only for dinners. Now, however, you see just how vibrant he is. Maybe this is what college was about, you think.
It’s a game to Taehyung to see who could guess what shot they’re taking. He throws money at whoever could guess it, the majority of them far too tipsy to even conjure up the correct words.
Ana grabs one light and dark liquid and shoves one your way. “You’re not drunk enough for me.” she says with a laugh. She begins to dance, twirling and spinning along with the music that you couldn't help but find her carefree attitude funny.
Ana and you had been friends since your freshman year of high school when she sat besides you in class. She was talkative, telling you every and anything - by the end of the day, you knew that her parents were getting a divorce because her father had cheated and gotten his mistress pregnant.
Needless to say, it was the start of a friendship. One that you told her that could lead up to your college years. Though you hoped you and she could attend the same, now that you no longer depended on financial aid to get you by, you’re sure that wasn’t going to be the case.
It was Jungkook who persuaded you to invite Ana. Not because you didn’t want her there, but because he knew that if you were going to let loose tonight, your carefree friend had to be there. He’s positive that you’ve learned your lesson from the last time - a lesson he needed you to unlearn if he wanted to be in Mingyu’s position. So if a costly uber ride is what he had to pay for to get your friend who lived an hour away to come, then so be it.
With Ana coming only meant that she brought her wardrobe, insisting that you needed to look as hot as she knew you could.
“What are you doing?” Taehyung asks Jungkook. He notices his brother’s eyes lingering for far too long in a certain direction. A direction he doesn’t have to follow.
The night drags on. You and Ana are both more than tipsy along with the majority of everyone here. Taehyung had given out enough cash to pay Ana’s mothers rent for the next 4 months - pocket change is what he calls it - due to the drinking game.
“I know that look in your eye.” Taehyung continues. He’s holding a water bottle in his hand and he takes a sip, something he hasn’t seen anyone do here yet. He tells himself that in due time, they’ll learn to chase their liquor with water and not be drunken fools. “However, I do not know who that look is for.”
Jungkook turns his eyes away from you - and Ana - to look at Taehyung. The older man furrows a single brow. He knows the younger boy enough that sometimes, words don't need to be spoken.
“I see.” Taehyung hums. “Who wants to play hide and seek?”
“What?” someone calls out drunkenly.
“I do!” Ana says, raising her hand. She’s no longer distracted by the intense game of beer pong. “It’ll be fun.”
“Are we not too old?” you ask her, voice slurred.
“No!” she squeals.
There were only a few players. Taehyung set the rules - hide, and if he finds you that’s another 3 shots. You aren’t sure you could handle one shot, let alone three.
You lose Ana quickly as she decides to take this game seriously. You ditched your heels long ago, your feet dragging along the cool floors. Upstairs is off limits to guests and seeing as you weren’t one, your drunken mind tells you that it’s the perfect place to hide.
And maybe stay for the remainder of the night if slumber overtook you. The thought of sleeping now was more than appetizing.
“Are you cheating?”
You yelp as you turn the corner at the top of the steps. Jungkook is in front of you. You notice he’s lazily holding a water bottle in his right hand.
“What?” you shake your head. “No, I’m-” you swallow. “If I'm cheating then so are you!”
Jungkook snickers. “I am.” he says, nonchalant. “Tae knows all my hiding spots by now. He’ll force me to take 5 just to fuck with me.”
“You fuckers better be hiding well!” Taehyung calls out, somehow louder than the music.
“He’ll never suspect we’ll be hiding up here, right?” Jungkook murmurs, coming closer. “Let’s go to your room.”
It doesn’t strike you as odd, so you nod. Upon entering your room, you turn the lights on, but dim them enough so it isn’t too bright to irritate you .
Jungkook closes the door behind him, locking it quietly. He watches you flop onto your bed and let out a sigh. The music from inside here is muffled, the door vibrates softly from the bass.
“Ana dressed you up nicely.” Jungkook states, now at the foot of your bed. Your skirt is short and stops at your mid-thigh. He recalls Ana calling it gorilla grip, stating that it wouldn’t rise up no matter what you did. Your top is tight, hugging your breast in a way he finds all too appealing.
“For no reason.” you say. You turn to lay on your back now, comfortably against your pillows. “Mingyu didn’t come.”
Jungkook tilts his head. He wouldn’t tell you it’s because he didn’t invite him.
“He’ll see the pictures in someone's story.” Jungkook shrugs. “Besides, it isn’t a waste, right? You had fun.”
“Yeah.” you admit. “I did. I’m going to have a headache tomorrow morning for sure.” you laugh. “I don’t know how you do this every week.”
“It’s okay to have fun, Y/N.” Jungkook takes a seat on your bed, watching you. Lazily, he places the water bottle beside him. “Ana’s having the time of her life right now.”
Knowing Ana, right about now she was either hiding somewhere no one could find her or somewhere so obvious. There wasn’t an inbetween.
“How are you feeling?”
You let out a breath. “Alright.” you respond. You hadn’t thought about Mingyu the entire night like you thought you would’ve. Before Ana had forced drinks down your throat, you were so anxious about potentially coming face to face with Mingyu that you couldn’t focus on anything else. It took her intoxicating you to actually let loose and forget about him.
“This is probably the drunkest I've seen you.” Jungook chuckles. He lays down besides you, peering up at the ceiling before turning to face you. “You weren’t this drunk at the last kickback.”
You swallow. Jungkook notices the way your eyes advert away, avoiding his gaze. You didn’t want to talk about the last party and the way you’ve stupidly given in to Mingyu. You felt foolish to believe his words of him actually liking you.
“I wasn’t aware you noticed.” you snicker. You can finally face Jungkook as the mood lightens, your own self-loathing subsiding. “You left me as soon as we walked in.”
“I kept my eye on you the entire night.” Jungkook quips.
You stare at Jungkook. He stares back. You swallow, your eyes squinting a bit. “Wha…what?”
“I kept my eye on you,” Jungkook repeats his sentence, his tone lowering to a mere whisper. “the entire night.”
Your body burns. Surely Jungkook didn’t mean that, right? There was no way he knew about you and Mingyu - he would’ve said something about it by now. Teased you, at least. Though you and Mingyu aren’t on the best terms, you believed him when he said he hadn’t told Jungkook about that night.
“Does that upset you?”
You blink a few times to get out of your head. “Does what upset me?”
“Does it upset you that I watched?”
Your body stiffens just as Jungkook says it. Your eyes widen slightly, your ears pop as if you’re hearing for the first time. You bite the inside of your cheek.
“I didn’t mean to at first. I wanted to find you and make sure no one’s done anything to you…”
Jungkook comes closer to you, a hand laying onto your exposed arm. He can feel the goosebumps on your skin.
“…the door was cracked and that’s when I saw-“
“Please stop.”
You squeeze your eyes shut. Your hands form into firsts, your nails digging into the delicate skin of your palms. This moment was humiliating now knowing that Jungkook was there. That not only had he caught you and his friend, but he watched.
“Would you be upset if I told you I liked watching you?”
Your eyes snap open this time. You jolt upwards, peering down at Jungkook. He appears far too relaxed right now . Maybe he was just drunkenly spewing thoughts he would otherwise conceal.
“You…shouldn’t say those things.”
“Why not?” Jungkook questions. “I did like watching you. You looked…different. Relaxed. Pleasured. It’s a beautiful sight to see.”
You weren’t yelling or telling him to get out. You didn’t appear disgusted by his voyeur ways, just shocked. It encourages Jungkook to climb on top of you, his knees on either side of your legs.
“I liked watching the way your hips grinded." Jungkook murmurs. His hands roam upwards so shamelessly, stopping just underneath your breast. “The way you moaned and begged for more.”
“You-“
Jungkook’s hand grips your breasts, his eyes flickering to you in a way that’s testing your reaction.
“-can’t do this!” you yelp. Your hands place themselves onto Jungkook’s arm, going to push him away.
“Why not?” Jungkook doesn’t move. “Besides the obvious reason.”
Your heart is beating fast, your eyes wide and full of shock. “W-What other reason would there be?” you hiss.
Jungkook hums. His hands go to squeeze your breast, the bra you’re wearing does not allow him to feel them like he wants to, but it was enough for now. “What was it about Mingyu?”
Jungkook leans closer to you as his right hand roams upwards, past your collarbone and towards your neck. The alcoholic smell on him is faint and you can smell the citrusy aroma of his cologne now that he’s closer.
Your palms dashes to his chest in an attempt to stop him from coming even closer, the sudden closeness causing your head to spin. Your heart continues to leap and just outside the door, you remember that there’s a party going on.
“There wasn’t anything, was it?” Jungkook murmurs. His fingers tap at your neck as goosebumps form. Suddenly, he cups your chin and juts your head towards him. “He’s just the first person to give you the attention you wanted.”
“That’s not true.” you retort rather weakly. Even you couldn’t sound confident in your rebuttal. Deep down, you thought so yourself.
“Would you be upset if I kissed you?” Jungkook questions. “Would you push me away?”
You inhale. Unbeknownst to you, your hands grip onto Jungkook’s shirt as you process his words.
“It would be fun.” Jungkook leans a bit closer, not yet touching your lips. His nose glides across yours. “You and I in here doing something we aren’t supposed to while they look for us out there.”
“Kook,” you sigh out.
You shouldn’t be here, nor should you have allowed Jungkook to do this. You could push him away at any given moment, but instead you choose to lay idle as he does what he wants. A part of you tells you that you did want this - that Jungkook was yet another person who was showing you the attention you wanted.
“Stop being so boring, Y/N.” Jungkook presses his lips to yours, more hungrily than even he anticipated. His mind flashes with moments of you and Mingyu, only it was him at the receiving end of it.
Your throat vibrates when you feel Jungkook just his hips forward, deepening the kiss. His hold on your chin tightens, assuring you don’t pull yourself away. You hadn’t, however, and slowly you feel yourself give into him, your once widened eyes slowly softening.
“Feel’s good, right?” Jungkook murmurs against your lips before capturing them again. He ruts his hips towards you once more and it’s evident that he wants more.
“What if-”
“Stop.” Jungkook lets go of your chin this time, allowing his lips to replace his fingers as he peppers light kisses. “We’re just having fun, Y/N. Don’t think too much into it.”
Just having fun.
Your brain keeps repeating Jungkook’s words over and over again.
Just having fun.
You let out a slow breath when Jungkook’s lips reach your neck. A hand gently grasps your thigh, tugging it so Jungkook could pull them apart. The new position has your body warming, slight embarrassment flowing through you.
This was wrong, sure, but it’s fun - right? It was just you and Jungkook. The door was closed and, unbeknownst to you, locked. No one would ever think to look for the both of you up here. Everyone was drunk and having their own fun - including you and Jungkook.
“You smell good.” Jungkook groans against your neck. His hips buckled once more. This time you couldn’t help but gasp at the feel of him. “You always do, though.”
“Stop smelling me.” you hiss, though you aren’t annoyed; not like you would’ve been prior. “...creep.”
You hear Jungkook laugh, his breath hitting your neck. More goosebumps form. He lifts himself to face you, his dark eyes scanning your face for a moment.
You blink a few times, your eyebrows furrowing slowly at how long Jungkook peers at you. Being in this position already is nerve wrecking, but then you add the way Jungkook stares at you, his face unreadable. You always thought he was handsome, such boyish looks that had you flushing upon first meeting him.
“Stop staring at me!” you whisper-hiss, already embarrassed enough to be in this position.
Jungkook blinks a few times. “Can’t I not find you pretty?” he hisses back. “You’re going to ruin the mood with your attitude, you know?”
“You’re only saying that now.” you roll your eyes. “If you weren’t a pervert watching me-”
“It wasn’t like you were being quiet, either. If it wasn’t me, it could’ve been anyone.” Jungkook shots, shutting you right up. “Besiiiides, I always found you pretty.”
Jungkook holds eye contact as his hands snake their way underneath the shirt you wore, feeling your soft flesh against his hands. He watches the way your eyes flutter nervously as he reaches closer and closer to your covered breasts.
Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said he found you pretty. More cute, if anything. The way you always followed the rules just told him that you were used to being your mothers main focus. Now, you had more than enough free time on your hands like the rest of them did and free time meant you could do anything without getting caught.
Attending “studying sessions” that had you tipsy and fucking was once of them.
“How much fun are you looking to have?”
It’s you that breaks the silence first just as Jungkook’s hands grips your breast for a second time. It’s a question that caught him off guard, but he’s more intrigued.
“The way you act, I’m scared to tell you what I want to do.” Jungkook teases. This time, his hand rises upwards, dark eyes focusing on your reaction when he gently tugs at your bra strap. “You’re not gonna act boring now are you?”
Your heart is beating so fast, Jungkook can feel it.
“You’re calling me boring but you haven’t done anything to entertain me.” you say boldly. It causes the boy’s eyes to widen a bit, a smirk forming onto his lips at your response.
It’s then Jungkook remembers his water bottle that doesn’t have water in it. It’s discarded a few feet away from him and quickly, he grasps it. He opens it and gulps, the harsh alcohol going down easily. He then holds it out for you to take.
You do, watching him the entire time. You’ve drunk more this year than ever - not that you had the chance to sneak liquor with your mother around. The alcohol burns your throat well, Jungkook hums. “I wanna make you cum.”
You nearly choke at the crude words that come from his lips.
“Don’t act shy now.” Jungkook takes the bottle from your hands and takes another swig of it before placing it on your nightstand. “Just go with the flow, okay? I’ll entertain you well.”
It began with kissing again, this time you giving in. Your tongue dances with his, tasting the amount of alcohol you both consumed that had you right here tangled together. Jungkook grinds into you, his bulge hardened and noticeable, but he wasn’t the only one that was enjoying this. The heartbeat between your legs is one indicator, along with the growing wetness that’s forming against your panties.
Jungkook doesn’t shy away from touching you, his hands roam around your body. He hikes your shirt further and further up, gripping your soft skin at times as if you were going to disappear beneath him. It takes you a moment, but as you grow into the heavy makeout session you’re having with him, your hands wander as well. They settle on his shoulders for a bit, but then slide down his torso. He’s toned, the workout along with the competitive sports he’s apart of pays off.
It’s Jungkook who breaks away from you first, a trail of saliva connecting to both of your lips before it snaps. Your eyes flutter open just in time for him to remove his shirt. He throws it aside without a care before his hands connect back to your body. He hikes your own shirt above your head and throws it besides his own. Then, his fingers hook behind your back. “This has to go, too~” he sing-songs low.
You feel a low breeze in the air when you’re exposed, but Jungkook has enough warmth for the both of you. At the sight of your bare breast, he groans, large hands engulfing them entirely.
Your face is hot as Jungkook kneads your breast. He watches you intently, memorizing every reaction your face draws - every moan that falls between those lips. It was him who wanted to make you moan even louder than Mingyu had.
The pads of Jungkook’s thumb circles your hardening nipples, slowly. His cock is already throbbing in his pants, but he’s a patient person. There was nothing he enjoyed more than edging himself on.
“Your tits are just as pretty as you.” Jungkook murmurs. “Come here.”
You pick yourself up from your laying position and allow Jungkook to flip the two of you. It takes him a few seconds to kick off his pants, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. The lack of clothing gives you a better feel of him, especially when Jungkook presses you firmly against his bulge.
“You look even prettier from this angle.”
You roll your eyes in an attempt to hide the shy look on your face. Jungkook’s hands slide up your stomach and towards your breast slowly, as if to savor this very moment. His free hand rests onto your waist, squeezing it.
“Don’t act bashful now, Y/N.” Jungkook murmurs. “You feel good against me.”
It started with kissing, yes, but then it followed by you grinding against him, your knee’s on either side of his waist. Jungkook isn’t sure where to put his hands as he roams it all around your body. He directs you to grind against him harder; faster, the sensation of your warmth against him is far too great for it to stop too soon. He slides his hand around your back, caressing it before he pushes you closer to him.
Jungkook’s lips connect to your neck once more. He tells himself that each hand, in order to handle all of you, had to be gripping something else entirely. His left hand is digging its nails into your waist to keep you right where he needs you. His right dips lower to your ass, pushing the skirt up just so he can grip the flesh in his palm. His wet kisses trail lower and lower until they’re at your breast.
“I know you’re wet.” Jungkook’s muffled against your chest, another squeeze to your ass. “I can feel it.”
Jungkook isn’t wrong, you think, you’re entirely too wet just for you and him to be dry humping. Your hips hadn’t stopped grinding against his bulge, the sensation against your covered clit all too amazing for you to want it all to end.
But of course, Jungkook has to add to your pleasurable suffering. His tongue pokes out from his lips and slides across your soft flesh. He glides it lower and lower before the tip of it captures your nipples. You yelp, but he understands fully with the way you grind against him that you love what he’s doing.
Jungkook captures the sensitive bud into his mouth entirely, suckling on it as he groans in his own satisfaction. His hips jut upwards to meet your own.
Jungook’s cheeks are flushed red, dark eyes clouded with lust. He pops your nipple from his lips and immediately dives for the other one, capturing it in his greedy mouth. His hand proceeds to squeeze your ass once more, in complete and utter bliss to be in this position with you.
“That feels good.” you whimper out, grinding your hips against his clothed cock. Your panties are soaked through, the forbidden act turning you on more and more.
Such words had Jungkook breathing heavily. His cock twitches into your soaked panties. He pops your nipple from his lips, a needy whine following suit. “I wanna make you cum.”
Swallowing, you nod a bit nervous. It wasn’t a reason to act shy now, not after you two had seen way too much of one another.
Jungkook is quick in pushing you onto your back, your breast bouncing at the impact. Licking his lips, he proceeds to hook his fingers in the hem of your skirt, tugging it down before it’s around your knees. Then, at the sight of the wet spot between your legs, he chuckles.
“I like that you’re having fun.”
“Fuck off.” you groan, your thighs attempting to close, but Jungkook stops you.
“Not until you cum~” Jungook sing-songs. He removes your skirt entirely, discarding it just like he had with your shirt. “You’re so hot, you know? I never thought a bore like you would hide something like this-“
“Now you’re ruining the mood!” you snap, slapping his wrist in slight irritation that Jungkook only laughs off.
“I’m just teasing, baby.” Jungkook shakes his head. “You know I like a bit of banter.”
You open your mouth to say something more, but Jungkook’s fingers at the center of your already wet clit has you shutting up. Slowly, eyes watching yours, his fingers go between the sticky fabric, sliding it to the side.
Jungkook licks his lips again. “I knew you’d have a pretty pussy, too.”
“Stop staring at it like that!” you snap at him, cheeks warm. “You’re such a creep.”
“I can’t admire you? Mingyu jumped right into fucking you. Maybe I just wanna savor you.”
You roll your eyes. “Shut-“
Before you can utter the “up”, you’re the one that’s silenced by Jungkook’s fingers twirling against your sensitive clit. You whimper, eyes fluttering as he continues, quickening the pace and adding pressure.
“You got a lot of mouth for a bitch that’s leaking all over herself.”
Jungkook cannot believe that Mingyu felt this first. Granted, with a condom, but still. You’re so wet, dripping with lustful arousal that he cannot fathom ever feeling this around his cock. His heart beats with anticipation, his mouth salivating with hunger he never experienced before for another person.
“Do you touch yourself?”
The question is invasive, sure, but Jungkook doesn’t find him asking a big of a deal - especially with the position you both are in now. If anything, he finds it hot at the thought of you touching yourself needily in the same bed you and he are occupying now,
“Sometimes.” you murmur shyly.
Jungkook feels his cock twitch once more. He glances at your flushed face for a moment, stunned that you’re already watching him. Your own eyes widen at being caught and all he can do is snicker when you snap your eyes away. He doesn’t say anything initially, instead sliding his fingers down towards your entrance, intrigued on how you’d react.
You breath hitches when Jungkook begins to enter two fingers inside of you - slowly. So slow that it’s nearly painful. Your pussy squeezes around him so lovingly, willing to take whatever was offered, sticky and dripping and all for him.
Dare you say you were even more embarrassed by how your thighs widened, wanting more from Jungkook of all people.
“You’re so tight.” Jungkook grants, pumping his fingers in and then out - again, slowly. His eyes marvel at your arousal coating his fingers. When he hears a whine from you, it does nothing but encourage him to pump faster. “You really do have such a pretty pussy, Y/N…”
With his free hand, Jungkook places it onto your outer thigh as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. It squelches, juices splattering onto his palm and wrist; evidence of the forbidden action.
You’re thankful for the music outside playing far too loud for anyone to hear the way you cry with pleasure. He’s knuckled deep now, contemplating if he wanted to add another finger to further set you off, or continue ramming his fingers deep inside of you until you’re withering beneath him.
“Isn’t this fun?” Jungkook murmurs. He leans closer to your face; so close that his warm breath tickles your nose. “To think anyone can walk in and see us like this.”
It wouldn’t happen, Jungkook knows this. He’s locked the door so that wouldn’t happen. Still, the idea of it was hot.
And even you thought so, your pussy squeezing around his fingers even tighter. Your eyes flutter a bit, lips letting out such lewd moans that he’ll hear in his thoughts forever.
“K-Kook,” you huff, reaching for him.
Jungkook’s a bit surprised by you not saying his full name. Even more when you place a hand onto the back of his neck and force him down to your lips, initiating the kiss first.
You’re cumming, Jungkook thinks as your tongue dances along his. He doesn’t stop pumping until you are, moaning against his mouth prettily, grinding against his hand. Your grip on his neck is tight, but he doesn’t mind in the slightest.
Removing his fingers, Jungkook feels the way your juices coat not only him, but yourself and the bed entirely. Your grip on him loosens until you let go, falling against your bed limply. Your chest rises and falls, eyes closed.
The sight of you is ravishing to Jungkook. Your pussy is so wet and sore and the fucked out expression on your face.
“What are you doing?” you ask, voice a bit groggily, peaking one eye open. Jungkook has come closer to you, pressing his lips to your ears.
“I wanna have you, too.” Jungkook responds, a pleading tone you’ve never heard from him before. “I wanna make you cum again.”
“I-wait!”
You were far too occupied with coming back to your senses that you hadn’t noticed how ready Jungkook was. The tip of his cock slides between your wet folds, rubbing along your clit.
“Are you wearing a condom?” you asked hastily, pushing at his chest.
“...I don’t have one.” Jungkook knits his brows together. “I-I mean I do but…it’s in my room.”
You swallow before huffing.
“You aren’t going to make me get it, right?” Jungkook’s bottom lips jut out, a disappointed look on his face. “I can just pull out.”
“Have you ever done that?”
“Yes.” Jungkook nods his head. A lie, he’s never not worn a condom, but he tells himself with you it’s different. With you it’s safe. “I usually pull out with the condom on, anyways.”
You aren’t entirely convinced, but it’s the way Jungkook’s cock circles your clit that has you thinking otherwise. It’s the look on his face, too. So handsome and pleading.
“I’m not on birth control.” your eyes squint at Jungkook.
“Stop being dramatic, Y/N, I’ll get you a plan B if things go wrong.” Jungkook states, flashing you a wide boyish grin - because this was your way of agreeing, after all. “Just kidding. Nothing will go wrong. Promise~”
Jungkook isn’t so sure of himself when he enters you. Your velvet walls engulf him, warm and wet. He shudders visibly, swallowing thickly. He doesn’t move for a moment, truly savoring the way you feel around him.
“Stop doing that,” Jungkook groans. “Stop…squeezing it. You’re gonna make me cum.”
It was your turn to laugh in his face, an action that has him flushing.
“You’re such a loser if that is going to make you cum.” you tease.
Jungkook rolls his eyes. He could indulge in your spat, but he chooses to fuck you instead. Both of his hands rest on either side of your head, your legs wrapped firmly around his waist. He begins to thrust slowly at first to get the rhythm of it.
There wasn’t any use in holding in your moans - not now. The music dies down in your ears as you focus solely on Jungkook - the sound of his own groans and moans. The way his skin slaps against yours with each thrust, your pussy squelching lovingly for him. The way his dark hair falls into his eyes, but you can still see them peaking through watching you.
“You really are pretty.” Jungkook murmurs, his fingers grabbing a fistful of your sheets. He’s watching you so closely, as if memorizing every aspect of your face.
“You’re just saying that,” you scoff. “because you’re deep inside of me.”
Jungkook pumps deeper, hitting that sweet spot that has your back arching. He continues to watch you, enthralled with how your eyes flutter and you let out loud, uncaring cries. He’s unsure if he ever felt this way with someone else - so caring about how their pleasure felt.
“I always thought you were pretty.” Jungkook grunts. He’s thrusting into you entirely too deep, determined to hit that tender spot each and every time to have you jerking and stuttering. Your juices splattering against your thigh, your legs tightening around him so he couldn’t stop. “You’re just prettier now beneath me.”
“Kook - ah!”
At first, Jungkook thinks your hand on his waist was to signal him to slow down. When he does, a whine hits his ears, then he feels the pressure of your hand on his waist for him to keep on.
To go harder.
So Jungkook does. He slams his cock as deep as he could, uncaring about the headboard slamming against the wall - everyone had to be too drunk to notice. You and Jungkook were too high into forbidden pleasure to even care. Your hands slide up from his waist, tapping against his spine to his neck.
“-so good!’ your eyes are closed as you speak, his cock ramming into your creamy heat over and over again, your toes curling.
You’re cumming again and Jungkook feels it. You’re even wetter, more tighter. You wrap both arms around his neck and hold him close, his chest against yours. It’s an action he hasn’t felt before. It felt more intimate than he’s ever experienced. He almost has to remind himself that this wasn’t the normal thing to do.
He had to remind himself to pull away from your warm embrace when he feels his own pressure building in, even when he doesn’t want to. He cums against your thighs, the closest he could manage when he pulls out of you. He’s shuddering, twitching as he cums. It’s too much for him to handle as it seeps out of him entirely - too much than he’s had in a while.
The high dies down, and when it does you’re both left with the realization that this was something that never should’ve happened. Jungkook stares up at your ceiling as you turn your back to face away from him. He’s unsure what to do or say.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook finally speaks. It was a habit of his to shake his foot whenever he was anxious.
“Yeah.” you say. “Just processing things.”
Jungkook doesn’t stay longer than he usually needs to. He wouldn’t be out the door by now. He isn’t sure what to say to you. He doesn’t want you to regret anything and come to despise him for it.
“I’m surprised you’re still here.”
You bring him back to reality.
Jungkook blinks once.
Then again. “I can…leave,” he mutters.
“Isn’t that what you usually do?”
Jungkook turns his head slowly to face you. You’re still turned away from him.
“I hear the girls talk around school.” you say. “You have a reputation of a fuck boy, but they still want you, you know? See if they’re different.”
Jungkook hums. He never knew you’d hear about what he did or who he hooked up with. He suppose gossip like that travels to you fast when people think you aren’t listening.
“I don’t care about them.” Jungkook states. He’s truthful, as bad as it sounds.
You scoff. “You’re an asshole.”
“True.” Jungkook ponders aloud. “I care about you, though. I hope you don’t link yourself with them.”
You aren’t sure what to say, so you say nothing. Jungkook doesn’t truly expect you to.
“I’m not lying. I do care about you.” Jungkook repeats. “I don’t want you to hate me because of…this.”
There’s more left unspoken that Jungkook doesn’t say. He doesn’t want you to hate him from ruining whatever could’ve happened with Mingyu for his own selfish reasons. He once told himself that once he got you out of his mind, he could go back to how things were. Now, however, he’s unsure he could keep his mind away from you for even a moment.
“I don’t hate you.” you finally turn back towards him. You place your han against his chest, lightly tapping it rhythmically from your pinky to your index finger “It was just a one time thing anyways.”
Jungkook watches you watch him. Slowly, his eyes squint at you. “Okay.” he says, not moving himself away from you. You don’t either.
It was evident that this was obviously not a one time thing.