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You had known Jungkook for perhaps your entire life. No exaggeration. The two of you would see each other once every year since the two of you were toddlers. It was because your families would always rent the same condos for the same week each year, and as it so happened, the two families rented during the same week. Your families had become friends, and subsequently so did the kids.Well, sort of.You were always closer to his sister, Momo. While you were the same age as Jungkook and Momo was two years younger than you, it seemed as though you preferred being friends with Momo instead. Maybe it was because the two of you were girls- or the more likely reason that you and Jungkook annoyed the shit out of each other when you were in the same room.It’s not like you hated him deeply or anything. But when you two were forced to spend time together as little kids, it never turned out well.It was simple. You were a girl who was just naturally obnoxious and loud- and he was a boy who wanted to bug the crap out of you as well.One of the earliest cases was when you two were 8. It was your first time in their condo since typically Momo would hang out at yours, but of course, Jungkook was there as well. It was no big deal, and the three of you were under the supervision of his grandfather- who absolutely adored you despite Jungkook’s protests.You three were hanging out, doing whatever the hell 8-year-olds do when you and Jungkook got into a heated discussion of who was better: boys or girls? Of course, you heavily argued in favor of girls, and he on boys, and then it escalated on who was better in general- you or him? Which led into both of you saying what you could and could not do.Jungkook argued boys could pee standing up.You argued girls could have drinks spill from their boobs. (You were 8 so it wasn’t like you fully grasped what you were saying.)And then it got to Jungkook saying he could hit a bullseye during archery.That followed up with you claiming that you could hold your breath underwater for a full minute and a half.Jungkook countered that he could do a handstand. Which he proceeded to do in the living room. Which ultimately led to you pushing him over where he fell on the TV.So uh, yeah. Friendship got off on a rocky start, to say the least.When you were ten you punched him in the nose because he commented on how hairy your arms were, which led to you shaving them ever since you could get your hands on a razor.When you were twelve he broke down crying because you wouldn’t let go of the fact that you were two weeks older than him, therefore he had to do your bidding and ‘respect his elders’. That would’ve been fine if you hadn’t told him to ask a nearby stranger how babies were made.It was once you were 14 that the two of you finally distanced yourselves. Momo had brought her own friend over to spend time with the family, and so did you. You didn’t interact with Jungkook often, too enamored by the fact you were finally starting to grow the breasts that 8-year-old you was convinced could squirt orange juice at will. And though you didn’t speak much with the boy, he was probably focused on controlling the random boners that would pop up without his intent.It wasn’t until you were 15 that you started to realize that Jungkook was actually sort of kinda maybe attractive.OK, you wouldn’t go that far. He was just decent looking. No, he was just not ugly. Yeah, that’s all you’d give him. Not ugly. Where he was supposed to be covered in zits and have braces, instead he was losing baby fat and learning how to properly comb his hair.Whatever. It’s not like you cared.You were seventeen when you could willfully admit to yourself that he was attractive. Which was the most you were willing to give him. His shoulders had gotten broader, and the summer sun on the island where you two stayed was really doing wonders for his complexion. You couldn’t help but hope you’d bump into him once or twice.Except for the fact his grandfather had mentioned to your mother that he was scared of girls. Which was great.That summer Momo didn’t bring a friend over- but Jungkook did. Jungkook and his friend would like to go bike riding- and you’d often drag your own friend along. Nevertheless, whenever you two ran into each other, Jungkook would awkwardly greet you and continue riding, not able to so much as make eye contact. Hell, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you in a bathing suit before. You were wearing a bikini top and shorts, but it wasn’t like you were naked or anything.Nevertheless, you knew that any attempts at making a move on the boy that seemed to be deathly allergic to girls would be, well, futile.That and your friend snickered at you when she caught you staring after him. “He looks like a buff baby.”“What? How?” You scrunched your eyes, turning to her.“C'mon- his eyes are so innocent, he looks precious! It’s weird seeing him so built,” she commented.Of course, she’d say that. She was into the guys who looked like dads and had beards. You supposed everyone had their own type. You remember sighing to yourself and continuing your bike ride, doing your best to push thoughts of him from your mind.It was when you were 19 that you finally admitted to yourself that you were attracted to Jungkook. Not only did you find him hot- but you were undeniably sexually attracted to the man.The realization came when you were walking with your family to an event at the nearby harbor. Jungkook just happened to be passing by on his bike… shirtless.Had you seen him shirtless before? Sure, when he was a scrawny kid.But your head seemed to turn around like an owl once he awkwardly smiled and said hello as he passed, and your eyes trailed after the golden back glistening with sweat. You were ogling him and didn’t even keep in mind that your parents could see you noticeably checking out a boy. A boy you used to hate.It wasn’t until you were 21 when anything really happened. You were finally old enough to drink, and they were having a wine and cheese social downstairs. Your parents just so happened to be out having a date, and it was a year you decided you didn’t want to bring a guest. Which you’d come to be grateful for later, as it turned out.You found your eyes caught onto the figure near the table, a white t-shirt adorning his figure. His bangs hung in his face, the doe eyes peering up once or twice, making your heart race each time they caught onto your own. You would only take another sip of the red wine, smiling slightly, as though beckoning him closer without a single word, letting yourself lean against one of the poles that supported the structure you were standing under.True enough, eventually he made his way to you, and you couldn’t help but keep your eyes trained on the veiny hand, the long fingers wrapped around the delicate glass. You let your eyes flicker up to his own, and there was a smirk on his face to catch you staring. You felt your face heat up, but against all odds you managed to keep a cool expression, watching as he took a sip of his drink.“Something on your mind?” Jungkook asked, voice cocky. The shy boy you remembered from your teen years seemed to have built both his confidence and body- and you were grateful for both. “You’ve been staring at me during this whole thing.”“Just remembering the little boy who cried when he watched Jurassic Park for the first time,” you smile, feeling smug as you watched his cockiness crumble.“Really?” he says, regaining his footing. “Because every time I look at you I remember the girl who lifted up her skirt to the priest.”Your face flushed, and you narrowed your eyes, smacking his arm. “I was five!”“Started flashing at a young age,” Jungkook laughed. You couldn’t help but notice how hard his bicep felt against your hand as you smacked it.“So where’s Momo? I’d figure she’d still try to sneak a drink,” you commented, looking around to make sure his sister wasn’t here to see you flirting with her brother.“So did my folks. They’re all heading over to my cousin’s birthday party. I felt like staying back at the condo though because I had a headache this morning,” Jungkook shrugged.You pouted, pressing your hand to his forehead mockingly. “Oh, you poor baby, does it hurt?”“Haha, funny,” he said monotonously, gripping your wrist as he slid your hand away. You gulped at the sensation of his hand wrapped around your small wrist, and you momentarily let your mind wander to a fantasy of him slamming your wrists against a wall as he fiercely attacked your neck with his lips and teeth.Jungkook seemed to still when he noticed how tense you were, clearly affected by the movement. Your cheeks were flaming, and when you caught him staring you slipped your hand from his grip.“You ok?” he asked, quirking a brow.“Fine, fine, it’s just hot here,” you say, waving your shirt in front of you as though to fan yourself. You offered a tight smile.“It’s always hot here,” Jungkook laughed. “But I guess it is for different reasons… hm?”You froze, your eyes locking with him as you realized exactly what he insinuated.Jeon Jungkook was attracted to you too.And those deceiving, childlike eyes that counteracted his toned, muscular build… They weren’t so deceiving at the moment. Not with the way he was staring at you, as though you were the sexiest thing he had ever seen. And you were just wearing a t-shirt and jean shorts.You gulp, and Jungkook moves forward, trapping you against the pole you were leaning on. He didn’t even touch you, and yet you felt so close to him. You could feel his hot breath fanning over you, and from his predatory stare, you felt more vulnerable than if you were naked.“I suppose,” you say softly, biting the inside of your cheek as you meet his gaze.“Do you?” he asks quizzically, quirking a brow.“Jungkook- I’ve known you for years. Hell, our families have known each other for years and-” you catch yourself. “We only see each other one week a year anyway.”Jungkook scrunched his brows together. “Are you looking for a relationship or long-term thing or something?”“What?” you ask perplexed, “No, of course not. I don’t do relationships.”“Then what’s the problem?” he asked. “It could be a one-time thing really. No strings attached. Besides, we won’t see each other for another year basically.”“I guess,” you shrug, hesitant. “But this is a one-time thing, alright?”“Unless you ask for more,” Jungkook smirks.You roll your eyes. “You’re still the cocky kid who I pushed into a TV.”“And you’re still the girl who was deathly afraid of dolphins,” he grinned back.You scrunch your face, the sexy mood instantly dying as you punch him in the arm. Jungkook was still a brat- through and through. The only difference between this grown-child and the previous one was that thisone happened to be hot as shit. “Respect your elders, kid.”“You’re two weeks older!” Jungkook groaned.“Y'know, when I was your age I was beginning to pack for this very trip,” you say, teasing. “I think I was also hanging out with a friend at the moment. Lovely girl, really.”“You’re not doing that again, are you?” Jungkook groaned, setting down his wine glass. You used to love to tease him by describing what you did two weeks prior, and it always got on his nerves. One of the reasons you were so irritating.“What’re you going to do about it?” you grinned back, leaning in as you stood your ground, proving you wanted this just as much as he did.He sucked in a breath, and the next moment you two were stumbling into your condo, lips pressed against each other as he kicks the door shut, slamming you against it. The card key drops from your hand, and Jungkook’s fingers wrap tightly around your wrists, keeping you pinned as he nips and bites.You let out a moan, feeling his sturdy chest pressed against yours, your body flushed together as you feel his fingers dig into the skin. Jungkook breaks the kiss, looking at you with hooded eyes as he notes your breathy sighs, “I don’t plan on going sweet, baby. Think you’re up for it?”“Are you, kid?” you ask, quirking a brow as you see his jaw clench.Before you knew it his hands let go of your wrists, and he was slipping your shorts down your legs aggressively. You helped him, slipping your panties down along with them as he sunk to his knees. His hands pressed against your knees, prying them apart as you revealed yourself to him. He grinned, diving face first as he pressed his flat tongue against your clit, letting you buck your hips into his mouth out of pure instinct.You moaned, hand curling into his soft locks as his tongue traveled along your folds, covering every centimeter as he lapped away. You tilted your head back, biting your lip as you looked at the hot sight. “Fuck, Jungkook.”He pulled back, and you shrieked at the feeling of his hand coming down on your heat, his teeth sinking down onto your shoulder as he did so. “Don’t say my name until I give you a reason to, cocksleeve.”Your thighs trembled at the word, and you were undeniably turned on by his boldness. “You’re filthy,” you grin, giving him a look of approval. He could tell how aroused and delighted you were with his words, and he gave you a smug grin to match.“You love it, baby. Besides, if it’s for only one night, we ought to make the most of it,” he notes, slapping your cunt again.“Mm, we do, don’t we?” you murmur, biting your lip as you hiss at the sweet pain between your legs.Jungkook smiles at that, seeing how much you seemed to enjoy his roughness. His hand reached up to your chin, tilting your face up to him. “Open,” he said. You already suspected what he was going to do, and unwaveringly opened your mouth, tongue awaiting. He gargled into the back of his throat before spitting int your mouth, and you took it without complaint.“Mm, what a good girl,” Jungkook smiles, sliding down your body again, hands firm on your hips to keep you in place. You automatically open your legs, spreading them apart to accommodate him as he descends down your body once more, mouth attaching to your clit as a form of reward.You moan at the sensation of his tongue, a languid pace as it flicks your throbbing clit and sweeps through your folds, making sure to catch every drop. You feel like bucking your hips, but you’re immobile under his touch. All you could do was grab onto his shoulders and hair for purchase and whine as he drew you closer to your edge.“Baby, fuck me please,” you beg, tone breathy as he slows his pace just to tease you. Fucking prick.“Someone’s eager for dick,” he commented, a husky laugh escaping his thin smile, his hands massaging your thighs as he released the hold of his mouth on your clit with a wet pop.“Quit being such a bitch and fuck me already,” you huff, rolling your eyes.Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh at that, standing up to shove his shorts and boxers down and pressing you close to him, hands hooked under your thighs as you prepared to jump onto him. Still, he seemed to want to tease you, his erect cock sliding between your folds, rubbing against your clit in a sensual manner that had you bucking your hips up for more. “Think you’re ready for it?” he asks you.“Just let me fucking ride you already,” you huffed, irritated that he wasn’t picking up the pace.He tsked, gritting his teeth. “Fuckdolls shouldn’t be so snippy, y'know.” He lifts you up, your back against the door for support as he aligns himself with your entrance and slams you down onto him. You gasp at the sensation as he bottoms out into you, both of you groaning. You hissed at the delicious burn, the pleasant stretch giving you a warmth in the pit of your stomach.Jungkook didn’t waste time to let you adjust, grip tight on you as he began to fuck you against the door, letting you bounce on his dick rigorously. Your breasts bounced from underneath your shirt, and you were letting out squeals and moans as you gripped tightly onto his shoulders for purchase.“Fuck, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!” You screamed his name in a mantra, eyes rolling back at the feeling of his big cock impossibly deep inside of you.“That’s right- scream my name,” he said, his voice no more than a growl as he stared at your fucked out expression.“Shit- fuck me harder,” you begged, wanting to feel him break you. You wanted to be positively wrecked- even if it were for only one night.“You can’t handle harder,” Jungkook grunted, though he seemed tempted. It seemed as though he were seriously concerned he would break you.“Just fuck me already- unless you’re not up for the challenge,” you countered, giving him the same glare you always did whenever the two of you bickered as kids.Jungkook clenched his jaw, slamming you against the door roughly as his hips wildly flew, slapping into your ass as he held you up by your thighs, the door being your only support as he kept your legs apart, feet dangling in midair behind him as you yelped and hugged him tighter. Your head bounced against the door, but you weren’t hurt, feeling it knock against the back of your head occasionally as Jungkook pounded into you.“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you whimpered, feeling his pelvis rub into you with each smack of his hips. His cock drove through your walls as he plowed into you. You felt as though you were in some wild porn scene- but this was way hotter than any actor on a screen. Jungkook was like a fucking god.“You asked for this, slut,” Jungkook hissed, sweat dribbling down his forehead as he began to succumb to his own pleasure. “And you’re gonna take every fucking inch.”With each word he gave a rougher slam, fingers digging so tightly into the underside of your legs that you were sure bruises would appear. You were sure your ass and pelvis would be littered with bruises as well from his brutal pace, but you didn’t care. You just cared about the dick forcefully slamming itself into you.“Fuck, yes, God Jungkook you feel so good,” you pant, voice getting high as your nails dug into his shoulders.“You like that, cocksleeve?” he asks, thrusts deliberate and aimed in the place that had you seeing stars. “How’s my dick feel, fuckhole?”“Fuck, so good. No one ever fucked me this good,” you admitted, mind spinning. “I’m on cloud nine- shit, I’m close.”“Mm, your pretty pussy won’t be able to take much more,” Jungkook noted, a malicious tone as he continued to aim into the spot, deliberately grinding his pelvis against your clit as he did so, driving you further to the edge.“Let me cum, let me cum,” you begged out, voice no more than a squeak as you felt your edge nearing.“Fucking cum then, slut,” Jungkook commanded, grinding harder against you. You could feel his cock digging in impossibly deep, buried in your womb as the sharp bone of his pelvis rubbed against your clit, letting white hot bliss burst throughout you. You let out a desperate scream, feeling your high wash over you, ecstasy making you shake with pleasure at the feeling.Jungkook didn’t mind though, keeping you in place as he kept drilling into you, this time chasing his own high. Your face crumpled as you had to ride out your high, and you sobbed at the pain from the continued overstimulation.Jungkook noticed how you squirmed and begged at the overstimulation, but you didn’t complain thankfully, letting him use you to his high. Jungkook praised you, a look of pride in his eyes as his high came near. “What a good little fuckdoll- letting me use your holes. What a good little bitch,” he murmured, thrusts getting sloppier until he was fully pressed against you, letting you both groan and gasp as he came inside of you.Ropes of white hot cum covered your walls, spilling into your womb as Jungkook stilled inside of you. You two were sweaty and sticky, wallowing in the sensation as he filled you up to the brim. It wasn’t until he lifted you off of his dick and set you down that you could really feel it inside of you, accompanied with your wobbly legs and the soreness between them. Jungkook caught you, laughing at your attempts to stay upright. Begrudgingly you held onto him, letting him support you when you were so clearly fucked out.“Something wrong, Y/N? You can’t seem to stand,” Jungkook laughed, cheeky as always.“Shut up kid! You’re the one who turned out to be such a freak in bed,” you say, hissing at the pain as you attempt to punch him in the arm playfully.“You liked it,” Jungkook stated, a fact both of you knew. “And you’re the one who said you wanted it rougher.”“Mm, fuck you,” you hummed, rolling your eyes at him.“You just did,” Jungkook reminded you, the fucking bastard.You didn’t encounter him for the rest of the vacation- truly a one-time thing as you were determined to make it. Even after you left, though, you couldn’t shake him from your mind. You had to admit you spent many nights with your vibrator, remembering the hookup with vivid detail, and you couldn’t help but get turned on by the thoughts of encountering those kinks again.So really, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you when a year later you had returned to your vacation spot, and ended up behind the hotel with Jungkook’s lips pressed against your own and his hand buried in your jeans.You let out a deep groan, your body flushed against him, missing the feeling of his broad chest against you. His fingers moved with expert precision, hitting your g-spot repeatedly as his palm dug into your clit.Jungkook smiled into the kiss, feeling you grind down on his palm as he maneuvered the movements of his fingers inside of you. Someone could walk outside at any moment and catch the two of you. Hell, knowing the people around here it’d be another old person complaining about young adults- and horny ones at that. But maybe it was the thrill of it all that made the scene more erotic than usual. It had your senses heightened for any nearby witnesses who would catch you in the act of getting fingered by arguably the most attractive guy in the area.Jungkook pulled back from the kiss, nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck before his tongue poked out, and he licked a long stripe along the column of your neck to the patch below your ear, making you shudder at the sensation. You could feel his smirk against your neck as he curled his fingers into you again, making you squirm at the sensation.His voice was husky and erotic, and your memory hadn’t served it nearly enough justice. It was far hotter than you remembered quite frankly.“So, a one-time thing you say?” Jungkook snickers darkly, a possessive curl of his fingers inside of you as he aimed towards your g-spot. “You didn’t really think I’d be done with you yet, cocksleeve?”