Jeon Jungkook – BTS words – 5.2k genre – college!au, badboy!jjk, smut warnings – smoking/alcohol co…

Jeon Jungkook – BTS words – 5.2k genre – college!au, badboy!jjk, smut warnings – smoking/alcohol consumption / oral sex (fem receiving) / dom!jjk / dirty talk / vulgar language soundtrack – chase atlantic, triggered The moment you met his eyes you knew. He was across the room, hiding behind a group of guys you assumed were his friends. They were rowdy, laughing, jumping on top of each other. But he was eerily still, eyes staring blankly ahead while he idly swirled his cup around. At first, you thought he was simply bored, tired of the reckless people around him, until you looked up, peering past the russet wisps of hair that obscured his face. When you looked into his eyes you knew, he wasnt bored, staring into nothing. He was looking at you. You couldnt ignore the jolt that went through you, sparks shooting through every limb before landing right before your core where they burned like embers. You watched him, how he placed his cup down confidently and pulled a lighter out his pocket. Thats when you took in how the black fabric clung to his thighs and how his shirt was stretched over his broad shoulders. An image flashed before your eyes; you could see him bearing over you, caving you in as he made your body a slave to his every command. You swore, swiftly turning around. Youd come to the party because of Amber and you werent even with her. All the stupid liquor youd ingested was finally getting to you. New objective, find Amber and forget about the handsome boy in black. You willed yourself away, pushing through the hordes of people. You scanned the crowd for Ambers glowing red hair but everywhere but your eyes found themselves searching for his dark hair instead. Maybe you should go home by yourself, Amber would be fine. She knew the hosts away. That was the only coherent objective idea you could formulate so you followed it. There was an exit through the backyard and when you had spied a couple tangled together against the front door you decided that was the better option. You hadnt expected to the open the door to him, leaning against the wooden railings with a cigarette limp between his lips. Maybe you had looked for too long, maybe you had paused for too long, because when you meet his eyes he had raised a single eyebrow, brown eyes curious. “Cigarette?” He offered, gesturing with the burning cig in his hands. It took you a moment to realise he was offering it to you. “No. No, I dont smoke,” You hastily replied, words reeling out of your mouth. The scoff that left his lips surprised you. “Of course you dont.” “Whats that meant to mean?” You retorted, stepping forward. The door slipped closed behind you, cutting you off from the world behind you. He rose, tattered black shoes staggering forward. “A flowered dress that covers your knees, flat shoes, that hair.” He waved animatedly towards to your appearance. “Of course you dont smoke.” “What does how I look have to do with anything?” “How you look has to do with everything, love.” “So youre saying I look like I dont smoke?” He rolled his eyes, “Yes.” “Well, what do I look like?” He paused, taking a drag from his cigarette. His eyes racked over you, gleaming underneath the florescent veranda lights that made his hair seems jet black. “Well,” He said, smoke spilling from his lips, “You look like a church girl.” A frown formulated across your brows. “And thats a bad thing?” The shrug he gave was nonchalant, “Some may perceive it to be.” “Well thank god I dont give a shit about what others think of me.” He laughed a deep hearty thing that wrapped itself around you. “Didnt expect you to have a dirty mouth.” “Maybe you should learn to not judge a book by its cover then,” You retorted, moving into the cool summer breeze outside. The door slowly swung shut behind you, blocking off the obnoxious trap music that simmered through the house. Your feet didnt move any further though, transfixed to the spot by his smouldering gaze. You needed to leave but the way he lifted the aflame cigarette clutched in his is veiny hands to his rose lips made something squirm within your stomach. His mouth tugged up a mischievous sly smirk. “Youre right. Maybe you should stay a little longer and surprise me some more.” You blinked in surprise, unaware that you had been staring. “Uh- howd you know I was leaving?” He chuckled a warm thing that floated in the grasp of the cool air to your ears. “No one really comes back here,” An indifferent gesture to the overgrown lawn and desolate landscape. He glanced down to the sleek silver watch entrapped on his wrist, “And its midnight, which is probably past your bedtime if Im correct.” The frown from before reappeared with vigour, no fueling a furious fire ablaze behind your ribs. “I came out for some fresh air,” You retorted, moving towards his dark figure. He towered over your frame with ease but you ignored it, choosing to lean beside him. With a fiery glance, you pointed accusingly at the wisps of smoke seeping from his cigarette. “But someones making it difficult for me to breath in said fresh air.” “Sureee,” He responded flicking off the burnt part of his cigarette. “You should try it though. Its not that bad.”
“No thanks, Id rather pass on lung cancer.” “The air we breathe is full of shit anyway. Air pollution will kill you just like smoking does. I just choose to go out by enjoying it.” You ignored him, trying to focus your mind on the green view before you. Amber had made you chug a good three tequila shots before youd come over to the party and youd been steadily sipping on a cup of Jack Daniels the whole night (with a few fun shots in between) and the effect was beginning to hit you in full force. You sight was hazy as hell and your legs were beginning to feel like limp noodles that could not hold your body up. Yet somewhere along the line, your mind had lasered on the heat radiating from the attractive stranger beside you which was doing something wild to your heart. “Youre too much of a prude to smoke it anyway,” Came a quiet remark that had you snapping your head in an instant. You willed away the motion sickness as you glared into his shimmering mahogany eyes. “Pass the cigarette, prick.” He did so without another comment but you could feel the glee and delight that emitted from his eyes when you placed the cigarette between your lips. Your first inhale made you want to hack out your lungs. Nicotine swam down your throat, stinging like a bitch as it did. But with your eyes half focused on him, you couldnt allow yourself to appear weak in front of him. So you swallowed a cough that was threatening to erupt from your mouth with difficulty. There was something about him that made you want to prove him wrong about everything. And you hated yourself for it because you could tell he was clearly enjoying it. You took in two more inhales before, gratefully, passing the cigarette back to him. “Happy?” You inquired, halfheartedly glaring at him. “Very,” He responded, a sinful grin painted across his glorious face. You couldnt help the eye roll that happened, a twinge of annoyance dancing with desire within your chest. You needed to leave before you did something sober you wouldnt be proud of. So you began moving towards the derelict lawn, hand digging into your pocket to find your phone. Youd wouldnt be able to walk home at this rate – an Uber was the only option.
“Well then Im leaving,” You airily said, choosing to ignore the singe of disappointment that coloured the gaze you were beginning to warm up to. “I didnt catch your name, love,” He responded, trying to quash the dissatisfaction he felt in your sudden absence from tinting his tone. “Thats because I never threw it, you idiot.” + The next time you saw him was at another party. Amber had again dragged you in tow, insisting you needed a break from the work youd holed yourself away to complete. She was right about it, though. Youd managed to complete three projects before the deadline along with a couple of essays that your professors had thrown in for fun and you deserved a break. Youd only vaguely told Amber about the cute oy you hadnt bothered to give your name to from the previous party because youd never thought youd see him again. Yet here he was, chestnut locks expertly styled in clever sleek swoops, black denim attempting to swath itself over his burly thighs and a white t-shirt clinging to every curve of muscle in his arms and chest. Youd were mesmerized when your gaze had fallen on him the moment youd stepped into the bustling crowded party. You had not expected his chest and arms to look like that. They shifted with the slightest motion, flexing under the warm gaze of the lavender florescent lights Johnny had placed in his living room. You didnt realize youd been staring unabashedly until his glanced up from behind the cup hed buried his mouth in and noticed you. The same feeling from the first time rose like a snake baring its head from a thicket of bushes. He held you, entrapped in his gaze, a slave to the way they flickered with something sinful as he looked at you underneath the lilac lights. Amber was pulling you towards the group before you could even register the movement happening. She weaved through the hordes of people to drop you right before his feet. “Y/N, these are the guys I was telling you about! We met at Taeyongs party,” She said, oblivious to the way youd instantly become fascinated by the ridges in the white wall paint. She gestured towards the group of seven men that the stranger was standing right in. They were all undeniable handsome but youd rather not look at any of them for too long. Especially one in particular. “Namjoon, Hoseok, Seokjin, Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin,” She said, gesturing to each of the men surrounding you. She turned to face the last unnamed person in the group, which just happened to be the guy from the last party. “And this is baby of the group Jungkook!”   You nodded and smiled at all of them politely, gaze fleeting over Jungkooks scowling face. A retort was building in his mouth but before he could snap back at Amber for the baby label Namjoon had stepped forward and swept you up in his arm, linking the two of you together. “Y/N, let me save you from this two bickering fools. Care for a drink?” + By the time Namjoon and Yoongi had shoved enough alcohol down your throat to put someone in a steady coma and then abandoned you, youd lost track of both Amber and Jungkook (though you refused to admit to yourself that you were keeping track of him anyway). The partygoers had begun to dwindle as the next morning dawned before your blurry eyes. Some had left to go elsewhere so the house was beginning to empty out. You followed a trail of empty cups and thick beating bass to the backyard where everyone else had migrated too. The pool had a flanking of incredibly drunk people of both sides, shimmering an icy blue underneath the velvet midnight sky. You spotted Ambers grey blonde hair instantly, a white ball of fluff among the dark heads of the guys shed attached to her hip. Namjoon was beside her, joyfully laughing at one of her jokes. Hed clearly forgotten the bottle of water hed promised to bring you. You lumbered over to the group, limbs loose underneath you, blissfully unaware of the pair of eyes that trailed your movements from beside Taehyung, the rim of his cup pressed against his plush rose wet lips. You become acutely aware of it though when Taehyung called out your name, a fox grin on his face. “Lets play truth or dare! You in Jungkook?” The boy in question nodded and threw his head back to drown down whatever was left in his cup. Taehyung glanced between the two of you, observing how your eyes followed the movements of his throat. The next time you glanced at Taehyung he had a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Alright! Ill start. Y/N, I dare you to remove an item of clothing I cannot see.” “What?” Your shook was evident in the way your mouth fell open, Jungkooks own features contorting into something that resembled astonishment and aggravation. “Shut up Taehyung. You could have at least asked for her number before asking her to get naked,” Jungkook snapped, grip tight around his cup. The cunning smile on Taehyungs face just broadened. “Excuse you, I asked her to remove an item of clothing I couldnt see – that doesnt require her to get naked. Pay attention Jungkook.”
“Well Im not doing that anyway,” You retorted, folding your arms against your chest in defensive. Youd thrown a simple black dress and flats today so you had nothing to remove apart from your underwear and getting undressed for a pair of boys you barely knew wasnt something you really wanted to do. Unless it was for Jungkook but you were suppressing that river of desire with all your might. “Fair enough. Then Jungkook you have to do this dare as a punishment for Y/N backing out on hers,” Taehyung said simply. “What do you want Taehyung?” Jungkook replied, sighing. You didnt miss the mischievous grin that lighted up his eyes when he said, “Push her into the pool.” You were moving before Jungkook could even reach out to grab you, weaving through the people idly dancing around the pool. You shoes skidded against the stone tiles as your rounded the corner of the pool, Jungkook hot on your trail. There was a shout of laughter that you presumed came from Taehyung but you were too focused on getting the hell back into the house before Jungkook could fling you into a pool of ice cold water. It was a shame you never made it. A vice like grip wrapped itself around your waist halting you in your steps and yanking right into a solid chest that knocked the breath right out of you. Your feet swung in the air like a fish flopping outside of water. Hed lifted you right off the ground and straight into the pool. The water was a cold shock to your system, every inch of your body instantly drenched in ice. The pool wasnt as deep as it appeared to be, your feet gently hit the floor of the pool with ease. But you stayed under, revelling in the infinite silence that the water provided. Muted laughter emitted from the world above, causing gears to turn in your head and as you rose to the surface you knew exactly how you were going to get your revenge. “HELP! PLEASE, SOMEONE!” You thrashed around, swinging your arms and leaves erratically, a tidal wave rapidly forming from your erratic actions. You dunked down under to add to the effect, the tips of your feet easily bouncing off the pool floor and you resurfaced, gasping for air. “SHIT!” Your vision was blinded by the wave of water that came crashing into your face as Jungkook rammed into the water behind you. The same grip from before found itself around your waist once more, pulling you right into the firm hold of his chest as he resurfaced from the water, his feet planted firmly on the floor of the pool with a panicked expression that instantly transformed into annoyance. “Well, arent you easy to fool,” You murmured, slapping some water into his face for fun. The frown tugging at his dark eyebrows deepened, hidden by the wet strands of brown hair that clung onto his forehead. You were acutely aware of the arms still tightly holding you and with a quick glance downwards you could easily see the shadow of muscles beneath the drenched white shirt. You wanted to trail your fingers across the wet skin. Badly. But before you can, even more, to touch his body with your own hands, Jungkook pushed back underneath the surface of the water, a grin like Lucifers own on his face. “You are so going to regret that.” + For some reason, you were only clambering out of the pool twenty minutes later, soaked to the core of your being. After your prank on Jungkook, Hoseok and a few other people whose names you didnt bother to remember had joined you in the pool, while Taehyung looked on from afar, a grin on his face that clearly contrasted the looks of disdain from Yoongi and Namjoon. Jungkook had left before you, claiming his jeans were killing his manhood while you stayed in the pool playing with Hoseok but now you were feeling tired of the feeling of your clothes slick against youre sick and you wanted to get them off. So youd trudged back into the house, feet leaving wet footprints behind you in search of a secluded bathroom where you could strip and dry yourself. Just by luck, you happened to come across one near the other end of the house where no one was and you kicked the door open without a second thought. “Fuck! Im so sorry!” The words flew from your mouth as a spun around, the image of Jungkooks bare wet back seared into your brain forever. With difficulty, you ignored the flare of desire that sparked in your core and instead focusing on how to close the door without turning around. A snicker snaked across the air around you, which suddenly felt too hot against your cold skin. “Its alright, come in church girl, sorry for ruining your chastity.” “Fuck you. I have a name you know,” You fired back, twisting around slowly. You kept your gaze upwards as you moved into the small bathroom, the door softly swinging shut behind you. He was an angel bathed in amber lights from the mirror before him, the droplets slipping from his brown hair appeared like gold. The tailed down his neck, weaving through muscles as the journeyed down his taunt back. You throat suddenly felt dry as hell. But your eyes were also thirsty because they couldnt but greedily take in the way his thigh muscles shifted behind the wet dark fabric of his jeans as he turned to face you. “Oh Im unaware,” He drawled out unbothered, the light slipping into his eyes making them seem to appear like melted honey. “But Ill say it when you say mine.” With a jolt, you released despite the brief conversation youd shared you hadnt said his name and he had never said yours.
“Why would I when I can just call you a prick,” You snapped back, moving a grab a towel from the hanger and pat it against your drenched dress. “Such a dirty mouth for an innocent girl,” He remarked, gaze raking down your figure. “I thought I told you not to judge a book by its cover,” You responded, shooting him a glare. “How, can I when you still dress like that.” “Oh fuck off. I like this dress and its super comfortable.” “Wet like that?” He shook his head, droplets of water spraying across the room. “It was before you tossed me into the fucking pool!” “Lighten up. It was dare. And it looks much better clinging to your frame instead of floating around you. And dont bother trying to get it dry like that, just take it off.” The silence that overtook the room made you pause in your movements. Even though he wasnt looking at you, you could feel the challenge in his words. He was pushing like he did last time with the cigarette and just like before you were lured into the pull of his challenge, a wave of defiance roaring within. Your dress hit the floor with a wet thud. You hadnt expected the torrent of warmth that flooded into your stomach when his head snapped up to look at you. It danced beneath the surface of your skin, begging for contact and leaving it a trail of heat that found itself warming your core. “Well arent you just sinful,” He whispered, eyes brown like burnt sugar. They glimmered with a hunger that made you want to crawl into his lap. “Eyes up,” You retorted, moving towards the sink with the towel. “Oh, theyre up,” He murmured, twisting around to face you as you found a place against the sink to wipe off the water on your skin. “If youre going to look at me when Im practically naked, I should be able to do the same,” You responded, accompanied by a choice glance at the denim clinging to his thighs, hoping it would alleviate the electricity that was sparking in the arm and making your skin hotter than you would like. “Your wish is my command,” He replied, stripping off the wet fabric before you could mumble out a protest. He was left standing in a simple pair of black boxers, hitched up to remind you of the glorious muscles that flexed beneath his caramel skin. While you stood beside him, mismatched lacy red and crimson covering very little of your body. The gulp you took was loud in the silence that enveloped the sizzling air, your hands squeezing the towel trapped between your fingertips as you looked anywhere but him. “Dont go shy on me now, Church Girl,” Jungkook murmured, body shifting beside you. You didnt know whether to despise how aware you were of him or to revel in how it created a blazing fire of need right between your legs. “Who said I was shy about anything,” You retorted, aware of the tremor that held your voice. Jungkook never responded, choosing instead to trail a single soft finger down you burning cheek as he stepped closer. You attempted to hold back the whimper that wanted to slip from your throat but it escaped regardless. You barely knew him why was he making you behave like this. “Sometimes a little sin is harmless fun,” Jungkook murmured as if he could read the dilemma in your eyes. “I may not be the holiest but I am definitely not a carefree sinner.” “Who said you were the sinner in this situation,” He inquired, dark eyebrows cocked in mirth. “Well, I-”  His lips were velvet, warm and wet as he cupped your chin and drew you closer. You felt an instinctual need to push him away – to resist, but it was overwhelmed by how good you felt. He took you apart with the softest of movements, coaxing your mouth open with presses and nips that left you gasping for air, a trail of desire sparking with every touch of skin. From the gentle hand titling your head up to the pressure of his sinful lips against your own. You hadnt even realized were moaning until he pulled away, lips wet and rosy, and a triumphant smirk on his face. “You are the sweetest sin Ive had ever the pleasure of tasting Y/N.” He whispered, pushing your back right into the hard marble counter. You could say the same for him. Despite the bitter aftertaste of liquor that lingered on his lips you wanted more of it. So you yanked him back, mouth chasing after his own. The guttural groan that left his throat shot right to your core, a torrent of need slipping from between your legs as he bit down on your lip. “Put me out of my misery and open up those legs for me, darling,” He said, mouth pressing against the tepid skin on your neck, dragging out a dark bruise from beneath. You readily complied, legs weak beneath you as you tossed your head back to give him more access, more space to ruin you. You were rewarded by the press of his erection against your dripping core, a roll from his hips had you bucking back, looking for any way to get contact, the desire for it overruling any logical thought you once had. Jungkook read your body with ease, hoisting you up on the sink without a second thought as he created another mark on your fragile skin. The position gave enough room to wrap your legs tightly around his waist and pull him closer, Jungkook rewarding your eagerness with actions of his own. Even though the barrier of fabric, you could feel the hardness of his cock nudging right against your clit. His was easily bigger than any other guy youd slept with and the anticipation of having him like that, made than you wetter than you thought you could even get. Youre not lost on the effect youre having on him either. The manner in which he groaned against your neck, curses muffled into your skin sent a tidal wave of need straight through every fibre of your being. The sharp snaps of his hips against you made your toes curl with desire, fingers finding themselves intertwined in his still dap locks, yanking with approval with every expert roll. “Holy fuck, youre killing me.” “Glad were on the same page,” You choked out, startled by the sudden thrust against your dripping core. With a moan that resounded against the pristine tiles of the bathroom, Jungkook jolted to a stop, hard bulge still firmly pressed against pussy. You cracked open your eyes, completely unaware that youd shut them in the first place, to find an image that made your pussy seep with need. Jungkook looked fucked out, his dark hair twisted in every direction from your hands still racking through the strands. His skin was flushed, burning underneath the gentle caress of your fingertips. His eyes were shut, dark eyelashes brushing rosy skin. His throat jutted outward as he tossed his head back, half-hearted thrust hitting your pulsing core. But when he cracked open his own eyes, black and blow out with desire, something wild erupted inside on you. Before you could act upon it, his nimble fingers unhooked your bra, discarding it immediately as his warm mouth fell upon your chest. Youd never fully known how sensitive parts of your body were, but Jungkook was seeking them all out, noticing how you could help but whine helplessly when he flicked his nimble tongue across your nipples. Or how you grew wetter with every passing second when he nipped on the sensitive skin. Youd leaked through you dark underwear by now, shiny slick coating your inner thighs as you searched for something to seek a release against. Hed purposely pulled his hips away from yours, wanting to see you squirm beneath his mouth before he ruined your further. He wanted to see you beg. “Please – fuck please!” Jungkook might be cruel sometimes but deep inside he lived to please. So he didnt hesitate as he moved up from your chest, pressing a hard kiss against your lips before he dropped down between your legs. The sight itself made you want to scream. “Shit, youre so wet. Wet just for me right Y/N.” His warm breathe trailed goose bumps against your inner thighs, your body eagerly responding as he spread your legs further apart. You helplessly nodded, thrown off by the tingle of desire that sparked across your lower stomach when he said your name. “Mind if I take these off?” He said, deep voice vibrating right into you. “Go ahead,” You choked out. You hadnt expected to be fully naked in the bathroom of a college party on a Friday but you werent objecting the turn of events either. Especially when he licked a long trail right across your pussy. Your hands were in his hair again, tugging and clawing as you spread you apart, mouth against you as his tongue flicked and dragged across your clit that sparked a warm hot flame of desire in the pits of your core. You grounded into his mouth, a chuckle from his throat sending vibrations through you. “Such an eager slut,” He said, pressing his tongue right against an area that had you groaning out as your hips bucked into his mouth. “So fucking eager. Look at you, your right pussy is begging for a cock to fill it up huh. Need something inside your eager little cunt dont you?” “J-jungkook, ”You groaned out, back arching as two fingers joined his nimble tongue. They pressed into your eager opening, instantly sucked into the dripping holds of your walls. “Say that again, darling,” He murmured against your sex. “Say my name again.” His fingers snapped up into your wet heat, curving and searching for something that you knew he would find. You compiled when he came across it, the tips of his fingers hitting a spot that made you fuck back down them with vigour, a broken cry of his name slipping from your lips. You could feel the curve of his fingers as the slammed back into you, tongue against your clit as he coaxed your pending release to the surface, a throbbing hum coming from his throat. “Such a good girl. Dripping all over my fingers, fucking them just like you should. You like this dont you – like have your wetness all over my fingers, over my mouth. God, you look gorgeous like that.” You couldnt say a word, too focused on the tightness of your muscles as they began to tremor. Youd never been so quick to release like this but it was Jungkook – of course, he had you like this. And the bastard knew it because he pulled his fingers right out just as you felt the rise of the orgasm peaking inside you. You watched with annoyance and want as he placed both of his coated fingers into his mouth and licked them clean. “You taste so fucking good, Y/N.” “Then why didnt you finish? Are you leaving me like this?” You couldnt help but whine with annoyance as your thighs twitched, clearly unhappy with the new outcome. Jungkook chuckled, rising from his knees to reveal tent beneath his tight boxers, straining for release. “Of course not. Youve been so good for me, but Id prefer it if you were cumming around my cock instead of my fingers, Y/N.” You breathe hitched in your throat, the desire that had been gradually falling away returning in full force. Hed noticed right away, invading your space in seconds, lips brushing tenderly against yours. “But Id rather have you in my bed where I could fuck you senseless, anyway that you want than fuck you in this shitty bathroom, Y/N.” The door swung open before you could kiss him, a shocked scream followed by hurried apology as the door swung back shut disrupting your movements. You took a look at Jungkook, hard cock still pressed against the warmth of your pussy, the feeling of his tongue trailing against it fresh in your memory. You could easily walk away from this now, put your clothes back on and leave like it never happened. But you were achingly empty, still pulsing as your pussy searched for something to wrap around. And he was right there, offering to ruin you. “Then what are you waiting for,” You whispered.

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