Stormy Night (M)
The things you do to try and forget your ex are the same things that make him go mad.
Friend!Jungkook X Sad!Reader
Word count: 2,085
Warnings: Angst, Hoeing around, meaty wings, etc
“Please stop following me.”
You didn’t want to look him in the eyes anymore, for fear your glare would scratch away at his kindheartedness. You tore through your front door, kicking off your dewy flats at the step. Your silky scarf was ripped from your neck, tossed aimlessly towards the hat hanger where it fluttered to the floor. But you didn’t care.
You bit your lip until it bled, hearing that he had, indeed, not stopped following you into your house. He hadn’t responded either. Both of you were soaking wet, the sudden rain being yet another disturbance of your evening out.
“I told you to stop meeting with… them.” He finally said. You bit back your scoff, turning to face him to repeat what you’d said time and time again.
“Stop telling me what to do!” You dug your clammy fingers against your cheeks, running them up through your wet tendrils. He looked down at you sadly, pity in the dark eyes gazing through damp locks. Why did he look so upset? Why did your life make him feel so bad?
You felt your eyes grow warm, choking on a sob before continuing. “So what if I’m a goddamn whore? This is the most fun I’ve had since Taehyung left! This is the only thing I look forward to every time I wake up from a night of fucking endless tears!”
You were on your knees then, having fallen under the burdening weight of your own sob story. Your cheeks were wetter than before; the dress you wore to the club that evening hiked up your thighs and twisted around your body. Of course, like every other distressed damsel, you’d received it from your lost love. But it worked wonders on making you the candy of desiring men’s eyes.
Taehyung up and left two months ago, leaving you on your front steps in the rain. But the rain was much different right now; not the damning drizzle it was that night. No, now it was pouring, dreadfully, like the feeling was suddenly sinking in. The thunder clapped consistently, lightning flashing without regard for your fear of it.
You looked up, meeting Jungkook’s eyes. You were puzzled by the look in them. There was no kindness. No warmth. He looked distressed, and you suddenly felt bad. For existing, haha.
“I’m sorry.” You were still looking at him as you said it, and you saw the morph of emotions pass his features. He was then enveloping you in his arms, his warmth immediately comforting you. You let your tears fall then.
“Jungkook, I am so sorry.” You repeated through sobs, not heeding his pained words of reassurance. “I’m not sorry for the men, because if I’m being honest, they help.” You hiccuped; he tensed. “It’s fucked up but they help. But I’m sorry for not being the friend you want in your life—”
“Shut up, Y/N.”
His voice was hoarse, and you couldn’t help the widening of your eyes. His large hands went to your shoulders, pushing you until you were nearly nose to nose. Thunder clapped then, the lights flickering for a brief moment, as if to add to the intensity of his gaze. “Just… shut up.”
He went on to kiss your cheeks, your forehead, your chin, the underside of your jaw. But all you could do was look ahead as his lips ghosted and chastely met the surface of your skin. His eyebrows were knitted, eyes closed, an almost desperate look on his face.
You bit your lip, arms falling limp to your sides. This is your fault. He’s too good for this. You exhaled sharply, saying, “I couldn’t help myself. After Tae left.”
Jungkook stopped, head slowly raising to meet your orbs once again. The pain and desperation you saw on his face was almost too much to bear, but you forced yourself to maintain eye contact. “I didn’t know how else to forget him. I didn’t fucking kno—”
Your back suddenly collided with the wooden flooring, harshly, wrists being pinned far above your head. He was in-between your legs, groin to groin, to cease your thrashing from the sudden shift. “You can start by using me!” Jungkook voiced through gritted teeth, a vein popping in his neck.
He thrust his hips against you, your pelvis jerking with the connection. “You can start by using your friends!” Another thrust, and your head was thrown back by the sheer power of his hips and angered words.
“Jungkook—” Your lungs fought to breath properly, another crash of thunder shaking the windows.
He then rolled himself against your core, the dress riding up and bunching around your waist as your friend burrowed his face in the crook of your neck. “Instead of strangers, use the ones who love you most! Fucking use me!”
You cried out as his teeth impaled your flesh, his clothed cock paving against your exposed panties.
“Fuck, Jungkook!” He was motivated by your wail of ecstasy, his fingers beginning to roam freely.
You grew hot, and you were already damned wet, but your body responded desperately towards his actions, and soon you were clawing at his leather jacket. This was beyond the friendship you two were accustomed to, though with his palms groping your breasts through the silky fabric, you could only push that thought aside and arch your back into him.
“Stop making me feel so useless!”
His fingers sought to abuse your nipples, pinching them until you cried out.
“You’re not useless—!” You gasped, reveling in the pain and pleasure he drove you to.
“And that’s why you’re with a different guy each week?!” His hand flew from your breast to tear the lace from between your legs, and you inhaled sharply, the cold air stinging you pleasantly.
“I didn’t want you… to worry…!” You exclaim in winded pants, clinging to him as he continued his dry thrusts. It was becoming sweltering beneath him, despite the change in temperature as his cold fingers wasted no time gliding between your slick folds, thumbing your bundle of nerves until your toes were twitching uncontrollably.
“I always worry!” He drilled a finger inside of you, and you released whatever the combination of a moan and a gasp was. Writhing beneath him, you shakily clutched his jacket, managing to pry it off his shoulders enough for him to get the memo, shrugging it off with a haste you never witnessed before.
He replaced his finger with his tongue, so suddenly you didn’t even see him bend down to lap at your succulent sweetness as though it were the only cure for an illness he possessed. “Oh god.” You murmured, eyes rolling back behind closed lids.
You saw the underside of his jaw lurch forward with every pass of his tongue dipping in and out of you, and you groaned at the sight. It was hot. You always knew he was hot. But as he lightly nibbled on your meaty wings, his eyes meeting yours with a determined look you have never seen, you realized how attracted you were to him.
With powerful fingers, he clenched your thighs so hard you were sure they’d bruise, but he was keeping you wide open, only for him.
After he felt you clenching around his tongue, he pulled back, licking his lips and diving in for your first shared kiss. His wet lips melded against your own, where yours willingly opened and welcomed him. You tasted the bitter sweetness of yourself and wondered how much of you he’d drank up, the silkiness of his tongue corrupting your senses. It was all so much that you pulled away, gasping for air.
“Jungkook—you really want to do this?” You are curious as to why you questioned, because the flame in his eyes gave it away. Before he could respond, you said, through pants, “I’ve been with so many guys, I don’t want you to be disgusted or—”
The man literally growled, his teeth clashing painfully against yours, to the point it was no longer the sweetness of your core infiltrating your mouth, but also the burn of copper, of blood. He sucked your bottom lip until you squealed in a joyous pleasure, then he forced you to squirm so he could pull your dress over your head, tossing that damn thing god knows where. You were still on the floor, which wasn’t entirely comfortable until he had you raising your bare chest in the air so he could pass his lips through the canyon of your soft mounds.
That worked magically.
At last, the both of you were freed from your constricting, confining clothing. His cock brushed against you and you whimpered, a sound he stole off your lips passionately. When he pulled away, he snarled, his index finger coating itself in your fluid again as he looked down at you. “I don’t care how many guys you’ve been with,” You let out a wail with his strokes, as he then positioned his poised member at your entrance. “Just that I’m the last one.”
He slid in so fast and hard, you were certain you’d seen flashes not belonging to the lightning outside. Jungkook didn’t give the time to cope with his girth and length, continuing with the same intensity he had the first thrust. He pummeled you into the floor, your spine flexing, body curving up into him.
Jungkook groaned loudly in your ear, his torso connecting slickly with yours, as though two waves of an ocean were gliding back and forth. He sloppily sucked sensitive areas of your neck, ones he discovered made you moan the most, ones causing you to clench tighter. It was messy, but messily perfect and beautiful; two desperate fools seeking to quench a desire that had long since been ignited. And through it all, the pit of your stomach was growing tighter by the second.
“Ah… Jungkook!” You ran your nails down his back, earning delightful shivers.
Your head was bouncing, and you couldn’t think straight, which was why you hardly noticed when a crash of thunder shook the entire house, and the power cut. In total darkness, the only sounds were the hot moans and pants in your right ear, and a white noise that made everything suddenly more realistic.
Your legs spread wider, then Jungkook hooked the right one over his elbow, angling into you. His thrusts faltered briefly, and you almost protested him, but your words fumbled in your mouth when his newfound slow pace was met with even harder, more aggressive pumps into you.
“Fuck, Y/N! Don’t make me.. worry about you… again!”
You screamed out, desperately clinging to his muscular build. “I won’t!”
“Don’t you dare—” His bare foot flexed against the wood floor as he pulled out all the way, “… ignore me ever again!” He slammed in so intensely stars were invading your vision. You felt tears in your eyes, whether it be from his words or mighty fine fucking, you couldn’t tell. But you clutched him harder, nodding into his neck as your head raised. You kissed his collarbones until he slowed down again, laying you down completely.
He stopped his moving, fingers lightly coming up to your chin so you’d look at him. His gaze was soft, softer than you had seen all evening. He wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t frowning. Jungkook moved his arm beneath your head to cushion it against the flooring. “Y/N.” His lips trailed the tears that had made it to either sides of your cheeks.
“I will make you forget him. I love you. I will always love you.” And with that, you only released one sob before he was kissing you with the immense passion he hadn’t before displayed, his hips rolling into yours intently, a free hand encompassing whatever parts of your body were cold.
Your breasts, your back, your hips, your wrist, he warmed it all, fingers lacing with yours as he refused to break eye contact even as he approached his climax. You felt the wave wash over you, the sticky surface of sweat against the cool air, and he twitched from within you. Intimately embracing you as he finished off with a groan, he remained inside, only rolling over so you were both chest to chest.
“Thank you.” You found yourself saying. He didn’t respond, but you could feel his smile against your scalp.
The power remained out, the rain and thunder continued, and you knew you were left in his comforting arms for the rest of the night. But you had to break the silence. For something that was far overdue.
“I love you too.”
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