This one was fun to write 😂
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AU I just had to make him wear this^
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Oh my god.
The Jeon fucking Jungkook was sitting right next to you, and the only thing you could think to say was oh my god.
Thank the gods above he acted like he didn't hear you- but the way his sharp jaw clenched made you think he just might've.
You completely zoned out, turned sideways in your stupid green plastic chair with your legs crossed and ignored your math teacher's lesson. With a smile on your face, a mischievous smirk to be specific, you inspected Jungkook's profile with a raised eyebrow and bottom lip trapped between your teeth. The two of you were in the back of the classroom, and the vent above blew odd warm air through Jungkook's dark raven locks, ruffling them up. He pushed his thin framed glasses up the bridge of his cute sloped nose whenever he looked up from his notes.
Oh my god, you just wanted to ruin him.
Completely tear apart that adorable nerdy innocence he always wore around.
But you knew he was always covering something up.
You just had to find out what, without completely embarrassing yourself if it was a misunderstanding.
"Hey Jeon." You mumbled, quiet enough so nobody around could hear.
He hummed and looked over at you, eyes wide and processing the knowledge your teacher spit out.
"Can you help me?"
"With what?" He answered, voice sweet and so innocently tempting.
"The notes."
You placed your hand on his knee under the table, pushing your blank notebook closer to him.
"B-But you just have to copy down what he's saying." Jungkook gulped, nervously gripping his pencil.
"I know, but he's talking too fast and I'm a slow writer."
You squeezed again.
"Uhm w-well how do you want me to h-help you?"
"Maybe after school you can help me catch up?" You whispered, puffing your bottom lip out and trailing your hand up higher.
"I-I don't know... my parents won't be back until seven and that's r-really late."
"Perfect, I'll make sure to leave before 6 just incase."
"L-Leave then?" He stuttered, suddenly gasping when your fingertips grazed his inner thigh, brushing against the middle of his legs. "W-What are you d-doing?!" He squeaked. You could feel his muscular thighs flex and tense under your palm.
Fuck you wanted to ride them.
You didn't say anything, weren't sure what, but you were testing Jungkook's limits, seeing how far you could take him. You really wanted to take him.
God, nobody else made you as needy and desperate as he did, you craved him in every way. You wanted to hear his sinful noises and taste his delicious lips, touch his soft skin and smell his neck while watching him unravel with an indescribable amount of bliss.
You could take him right now.
Who's to stop you?
And with that exact thought in mind, you mentally said fuck it and gripped Jungkook's dick in your palm. You squeezed harshly and he gasped, standing up, forcing his chair to fly back and hit the wall.
"Mr. Jeon." The teacher said, cutting off his lesson, kindly pointing all the attention to Jungkook in the back. You couldn't help but grin. "Is there something you need to say?" Your teacher was clearly annoyed. I mean you would be too if you were old and had to deal with teenagers.
"Y-Yes, I need to take a quick breather." Jungkook frantically said, stumbling back into the wall with a bright red face that he tried to hide behind his glasses and large hands.
"Fine, if that means you don't interrupt my class again then go."
Jungkook nodded and apologized quickly before dashing out of the classroom. You slumped back in your chair and stared at the clock, watching the minute hand tick by teasingly as you rolled your tongue against the inside of your cheek.
Oh boy did you want to follow him out.
What happened to your "screw everything I'm fucking Jungkook" mindset?
You scoffed and stood up, not even bothering to excuse yourself or get permission. The teacher was used to you just walking out anyways.
With crossed arms and a stubborn attitude you waltzed out the door and turned right, knowing exactly where Jungkook went. No one knows how you knew where to go, you yourself didn't. But oh lord did the boy look fucking fine leaning his back against his locker, head tilted to the ceiling as he breathed.
"Huh, funny running into you here." You said, the hallways completely empty, allowing your voice to bounce off the walls and fill every blank space.
Jungkook flinched and jerked his head towards you, visibly gulping.
"Y-Y/n-"
"You ran away before we got to the fun part." You pouted, now standing in front of him. "Let's pick up where we left off hmm?"
You smirked and put your hand back right where it had been knocked off with the force of Jungkook abruptly standing up. You squeezed and palmed at him through the fabric that trapped his hardening length, not missing a single tiny gasp that left his red lips or the ever so subtle way he moved himself into your grip- and then catching himself and pulling back.
"T-The cam-cameras."
"Oops, I guess I didn't think of that." You murmured, pulling him by the straps of his overalls- which elicited a cute yelp from him- into the room just across the hall. Jungkook's locker was in the sports wing, since he was the golden boy and played most every sport, so there was a convenient locker room nearby.
You pushed a large container of towels in front of the door, irritated because it locked from the outside- which made no sense whatsoever.
"Y-Y/n-"
"Shh, someone might hear so stay quiet."
You watched Jungkook's eyes glance around as his mind battled between what he wanted and what he needed, until finally it became too confusing and he just nodded hesitantly.
You smiled and pushed him up against the lockers, kissing him hungrily and groaning against his mouth when he gave into the kiss and moved against your lips in perfect unison.
It was sweet and delicate and soft and you couldn't get enough of touching him. You wanted to be close to him and touch him in every way that you could, he was so precious, you wanted to hold him and ruin him at the same time.
What had Jeon Jungkook done to you?
"You drive me fucking crazy Jeon." You growled, snapping his overall straps off the hooks and pushing them over his shoulders.
He whimpered, a quiet sound that you found absolutely hypnotizing and melodic, and kissed him harder, smacking your lips together in the silent room and pushing your tongue past his warm lips and tasting every bit of space he allowed you too. Because though you wanted to fuck him relentlessly, you let him control how far you pushed his limits.
"T-Tight." Jungkook gasped, hands gripping at the jean fabric covering his thighs.
"What's tight?"
You breathed heavily, saliva coating your lips, and looked down, seeing his hard erection and straining pants. And holy shit he was bigger than you had thought. Your lips quivered at the sight and you swear your heartbeat dropped down between your legs, creating a pulsing and hot rhythm. He was so long and curved and you could just barely see the outline of his tip, you had to free it and see it for real.
"I'm taking this off okay?"
Jungkook nodded and hissed as you pulled the fabric down, making it rub against him and create a friction he thought felt surprisingly good. You pulled his boxers down too, watching his hot length spring free and leak with excitement.
"Holy fuck Jungkook."
"P-please..."
"Please what?" You teased.
"S-something!" He gasped, squirming and breathing heavily. You haven't even touched him yet.
Jungkook had to throw his hand over his mouth to silence the loud moans that fell from his lips as you wrapped your delicate hands around his member and jerked him off at an unbelievable pace for having just started.
"A-hhah..." He mewled behind his hand, muffled but still beautiful sounding.
You smiled and shoved most of him in your mouth, squeezing what you couldn't fit because you knew he was close. But you wanted to savor the moment and make the best of it, so you grabbed Jungkook's hand and placed it at the back of your head, encouraging him to fuck into your mouth. And he did. He did at a ruthless pace, pushing into your hand and throat until tears streamed down your red cheeks, lips swollen and jaw sore from keeping it open. The two of you moaned and Jungkook cried out as he came down your throat, pulling out a bit so he wouldn't choke you as you swallowed the salty cum.
He fell limp in your hand, but the both of you knew that this little rendezvous was just getting started.