black stilleto

Infatuated (M)

Warning; Explicit language & Smut & contains descriptive sexual references e.g fingering 

Pairing: University!au Jungkook x reader

Genre: angst, smut, romance & fluff

Word count: 18.7k

One-shot

Inspired by a fic by: @exobtsmut link to her story: here

please check her story out!! it is amazing!! <3

I give full credits to her for the content & ideas used in this one-shot! 

A/N: *proceeds to dunk myself in holy water* I hope y’all are ready for some fuck boy Jungkook. I just want to also put out there that Jungkook is a little forceful in this scenario, if this makes you uncomfortable. Please, just exit the story! But, as for everyone else i hope you enjoy! <3

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Originally posted by mvssmedia


Your eyes were wide open watching them frantically rush to their classes. Them, as in students. You held your breath as your eyes danced from person to person. Students hurriedly walk past you in all sort of directions, cascading around you. 

You sighed quietly to yourself as you checked your timetable for the tenth time that morning. “Criminology building 17.1.45… building 17.” You whisper to yourself as you try to mentally burn your timetable into your head. Your eyes squint as you read your schedule repeatedly.  "Period 1. Crime & Criminal Justice unit: Criminology; Lecture room 17.1.45 at 9.00am.“ You sigh with one last reluctant look of the small paper. Your eyes shift towards your wrist and you almost let out a gasp at reading the time display on your analog watch.

8:47am.

"Fuck." You groaned folding the paper and hastily shoved it back into the front pocket of your denim jacket. You clear you throat and then proceeded on making your way around the University. Your anxious eyes scanning the spacious area for building 17. You stop dead in your tracks, pausing your search for a few seconds to reach back into your front pocket for your schedule once again.

“It would say 17 on the building wouldn’t it? it would right?” You say more to yourself than anyone else. You pull the sheet of paper back up to your face falling deep in thought.

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"You better not be late again today, Jeon.”

“Of course not Ms. Park! What do you take me for?” He scoffs, face displaying some emotion. He’s acting like anything the professor said actually hurts him. When it couldn’t be further from the truth. He didn’t give a shit. He never did and never will.  

“I am being serious here, Jeon.”  She empahsises his name in distate, her eyes glaring into his own. His face displaying disinterest as he scans each girl walking past him. Girls either giggle, wink or blush as they meet his lewd eyes. The professor clears her throat obnoxiously loudly, trying to get his attention back on her. Jungkook almost rolls his eyes but holds himself back as he sluggishly places his hands into the pockets of his black, ripped skinny jeans. 

“And so am i.” Jungkook replies casually, finally meeting her gaze. Ms. Park scrunches her face in anger and ignores his snarky comment. She sighs, before strutting off. Her black red bottom stilletos clacking against the corridors of the University. Jungkook chuckles to himself as he watches her hips sway down the corridor. He rolls his eyes in annoyance. He yawms and stars turning to make his way to his morning lecture. “So, fucking annoying-"  

His eyes land on your figure. He pauses and watches you look down at something in your hands, before lifting your head to scan the area. He chuckles to himself in amusement. His eyes cannot help but shamlessly check you out. "Damn.” He whispers, a smirk plastered on his face, before he makes the decision to slyly stride over to you. 

You were so focused on your timetable that you do not notice a boy halting to stand directly behind. His tall frame creating a shadow of you with his body towering over yours. He bends down slightly to read the sheet of paper in your hands. He cannot help but breath in your sweet scent. 

“Oh, a Policing student.”

He says casually. You almost drop your schedule in shock his voice coming from proximity behind you. The particularly attractive smooth voice echoed in your ears. The boy flinches when you turn around swiftly to face the stranger. You felt heat rush to your face as you stare in awe at the seriously handsome boy in standing in front of you. He stares back at you. Admiring your features, lips tugging into a small smirk.

“P-Pardon?”

The boy chuckles as he peers down at you in amusement. His perfectly shaped lips pulling into a beautiful grin before looking back up at you with a soft gaze. You shyly bite your bottom lip and you shuffle on the spot in nervousness.

You curse yourself in your head as you try to gather your emotions and calm yourself. The expression on his face is one of amusement and your face flushes in embarrassment. Watching anxiously as the attractive stranger step a little closer towards you. 

The boy covers his mouth with his hand, his perfectly shaped almond eyes crinkle up on the sides oh, so, adorably as he bites back a laugh. “Sorry did I scare you?” Your heart sways at the sound of his smooth voice. The boy creeping all sorts of scenarios in your head that you almost forget to reply. “uhh No! Um actually I am kind of um lost.” You clusmily reply, forcing yourself to hold your uncertain gaze with his. 

His grin quickly falls into a smirk and you almost felt yourself fall into dismay, as he reaches his hand out towards you. You stare at the outstreched palm of his hand in front of you completely puzzled. You hear him chuckle which makes you even more confused and embarrassed. “Wha-” He smirks once again and reaches forward grasping onto your timetable. He gently takes it out of your hands to read it himself. “Sorry, please let me take a quick good look at this.”

Your face flushes in embarrassment and you nod in haste, before motioning him to read it. He smiles as his dark eyes leave yours temporarily to scan over your schedule.

You take this opportunity to admire his features. He was tall, you were guessing about 178cm tall. He was fit and built to perfection. His hair swept to side and was exposing his beautiful forehead. He wore street casual style and you didn’t miss the earrings on his ears or the beauty spot under his lip or the slight scar across one of his cheeks. “He is so out of my league.” Your eyes glaze over in admiration, as you felt your heart race as he finally meets your eyes again with an amused expression painted on his face. 

“I know where this building is. I’ll take you there ____. Since were going the same way anyways.” His velvety smooth voice rings deliciously in your ears as you nod eager for help, especially from this attractive stranger. You try to relax your already pounding heart as the sound of him saying your name sounds better than it should, you stop mid nod as you want nothing more than to take him up on his offer.

“If it’s okay with you. Thanks." He watches you closely and you do not miss the way his eyes scan down your body from your hair to your toes. He smiles genuinely at you as he steps forward swiftly and ruffles your hair affectionately. You look up at his gorgeous face in front of you and felt adrenaline shoot through your veins. 

“Of course, ____. I have class now too so just follow me. We are actually in the same lecture this morning”. You wanted to hold your breath the entire walk to the lecture but the need of oxygen, the necessity of air, ruined that thought. You wanted to die of embarrassment at the loudness of your breathing. What’s wrong with you?  You could practically feel the smugness in his voice as he spoke to you and you never once took your gaze off his broad back. He seemed popular, as you observed him on your way to the lecture in dead silence, not trusting your voice. 

He knew a lot of people or did they know him? You had no idea but the one thing you did know was that you felt uncomfortable at the envious stares being pointed your way, as thristy women glare on the side lines. It is almost like people make a path for him. Women squeal when being in his presence and boys are glaring in jealousy. You only hum or nod when answering his questions and almost faint at how beautiful he looks as he turns back at you every now and then to smile at you or wait for your response to his questions. He seems to notice your nervousness so he starts to make jokes to ease your tension. You do not miss the cocky aura that followed him though. 

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Leaving With A Beautiful Woman

A/N: So you and Spencer have been dating for a while and one night he goes out with his team and he makes the mistake of telling you where they are going. You show up and they notice him fawning over you so they dare him to go kiss you and he does because the two of you are already going out.


“Are you sure that I can’t come, Spence?” You whined to your boyfriend as he changed his clothes. “I do not see why I can not meet your team yet.”

He turned around while he tied his tie and looked at you. “I’m sorry, y/n. It’s just that they can be extremely protective and I do not want them to drive you away.”

“Please.” you scoffed “Drive me away? From you? Impossible.” The two of you grinned at each other and he kissed you on the lips.

“Besides, you would hate the place that we are going. It is called the 18th Street Lounge. Apparently, there is lots of dancing and loud music and people. I don’t even want to go, but Morgan said that he would personally go to my home and drag me with him if I didn’t”

He turned back around and finished getting dressed. You thought about what he said and formed a plan in your head. When Spencer left, you kissed him on the cheek and told him to have fun. He looked at you suspiciously. You did not usually drop things so easily, and you went from begging him to take you out with him to wishing him to have fun and waving good bye happily as he left. Nonetheless, he left without forcing.

As soon as the door shut behind him, you sprung into action. You smiled almost maliciously as you retold your plan to yourself. The plan was to dress in something really nice and revealing and then show up at the club Spencer and his team were going to. You were going to pretend that you did not know him and flirt overtly with him. I knew Spence pretty well. It would embarrass the hell out of him. And hopefully, his team members would not figure out that I was actually his girlfriend.

You dressed in a skin tight, black dress. The neckline scooped low and the sleeves were three-quarter length. The dress cut short about mid-thigh. You wore tall, black stilletos that made me taller by a number of inches. You quickly threw on a splash of appealing, dark make-up, just the way that you knew Spencer liked. Then you were ready.

You left the apartment, locking the door behind you. You located your car in the parking garage of the building. You sat in the car for a moment and looked up the address of the club that Spencer had mentioned. You found the address easily and drove to the club, encountering minimal traffic.

You had felt absolutely zero anxiety up until now, but now your nerves were starting to catch up to you. You had always been a fairly spontaneous person, contrasting your boyfriend’s calculated personality. But was this too much? What if he did not even end up going here? This plan could backfire so easily in so many ways. You took a deep breath, contemplating if you should actually go through with your plan after all.

Then, you reached for the car door, throwing all inhibitions in the wind. You exited the car and walked into the crowded club. You headed to the bar. You were tense and needed something to loosen yourself up to this idea a little more. A drink would definitely do that. You ordered a drink and leaned against the bar.

You looked around for Spencer. You knew that he would not be dancing so that ruled out the dense crowd of people on the dance floor in the center of the room. You looked around at the tables lining the walls of the club. You searched tops of heads for the iconic golden locks of hair that belonged to Spencer Reid. You had searched for a while and you began to be disheartened when you finally saw him. He was smiling and laughing, surrounded by six other people. It was the rest of his team.

You moved to a spot at the bar that was closer to him so that he would notice that you were there. You opted to send flirtatious looks his way until he looked over at you. Finally, the vibrant blonde woman that was sitting next to him, elbowed him in the ribs and nodded her head in your direction so that he would see that you were checking him out. She said something to him that you could not hear because you were so far away, but you assumed that it was something along the lines of “A girl over there has been checking you out for the past half hour. She subtly pointed in your direction and he followed her finger to see the person that she was pointing at. When he saw that it was you, his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

You giggled at his reaction and looked down at your drink as if you were embarrassed that he had caught you sending googley eyes at him. When you looked back up, he was staring at you incredulously from where he sat. So, he had noticed your fairly revealing outfit. You smiled at him.

He knew exactly what you were doing, though. No matter how absolutely gorgeous you looked, he was going to be stubborn. You could tell that another one of his friends had noticed you, too and was urging Spencer to go talk to you. He shook his head, refusing.

So that is how it is going to be played, huh?

As the night continued on, you slowly flitted closer and closer to your boyfriend’s table. But you did not allow yourself to get too close, no, he was the one that would approach, not you. That was the game. Whenever you felt that you got too close to him, you simply floated back to the bar and started all over again. You talked to a number of men while you were there so that Spencer’s team would not think that you had just come for Spencer, but he way the only guy that you had your eyes on.

Finally, after lots of teasing and flirtatious glances between the two of you, the eccentric blonde that had pointed you out earlier, practically pushed Spencer out of the booth that they all sat in. He walked over to you nervously, dodging people as he walked, zig zagging awkwardly.

When he got to you have gave you a small smile and said, "What are you doing, here?” as if he was nervous so that his friends did not notice any change in his behavior.

You smiled cheekily at him. “This is what you get for not letting me come with you. Next time, I suggest not telling me where you are going.” You laugh and gracefully touch his elbow as if you are harmlessly flirting with just any guy.

He smiles back at you. “Oh, so now that that is out of the way.” He reaches forward and kisses you. He pulls your face to his and presses his lips to yours. When he pulls away he smiles at him and you smile back.

“And what exactly was that?” you ask

“We were playing Truth or Dare. Alright, y/n, I have to get back to the table now. Bye.” You wink at him and he turns around and heads back to his table.

He is greeted by the shocked expressions of his team members.

Penelope is the first to speak up. “Spencer, dude, you are way cooler than I thought you were.” she breathes out, shocked.

Morgan is the next to do anything. He offers Spencer a fist bump. “Respect, dude.” he says “I had no idea that you had that much  game.”

Everybody else expresses their shock to him and he smirks proudly at their reaction. They had no idea.

You lingered at the bar, waiting for Spencer to return. He came back within minutes. He told the rest of his team that he was going to get another round of drinks but they all knew that he was just going to go and talk to you some more.

He came up behind you and you could feel his breath mingling with the tiny hairs on the back of your neck. You involuntarily let out a shiver at the feeling. “What do you say we get outta here?” he asked you.

“What about your team?” you asked

“My team? Please, they would be absolutely thrilled if they saw me leave with a beautiful woman.”

You thought about his offer a few short moments then nodded. “Alright, I will be right back.” he said to you. He grabbed the drinks that he ordered and headed back to his table.

“Um, guys. I am going to head out.” Every single one of his friends looked over in your direction to see you slipping your jacket over your shoulders. You were preparing to leave, and it was obvious that you were about to leave with him. They smirked at him.

“Alright, Spence. Have fun. Be safe.” They all told him.

He wandered back to you with a smile gracing his face. It was the smile that you had fallen in love with.

As soon as the two of you left the building, you clasped your hands together. The two of you walked over to his car. You stood by the driver’s side door for a moment.

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” he whispered to you,“I should have let you meet the team in the first place.”

“Spence, it’s okay. I get it. You were worried that they would not accept me and that you would have to make a choice. You don’t have to explain anything.”

He smiled down at you, ever-so-grateful to have you in his life. He sighed at the beauty of your words and the way that you spoke. There is a long, understanding silence between the two of you.

“Have I told you how absolutely beautiful you look tonight, y/n?” his eyes scope across your body taking you all in. You giggle at his compliment.

“You may have mentioned it.” You say “Hey, what do you say we get out of here?” You pull your pointer finger down his chest suggestively and he nods eagerly. The two of you head back to your apartment together.

It is there that he proves to you just how happy he was to have left with a beautiful woman. He was really happy.