Jungkook Smuts

JJK; Best Friend

Dragging out of the club yourself, tears pricked your eyes.

You caught your 10 years of boyfriend cheating on you at the club.

The worst to happen was he knew you caught him yet he continued fucking and making out with the girl in the private cabin.

Their moaning noises taunted you.

You couldn't stand it and you immediately turned but he interrupted you, "Maybe if you had let me fuck you like a good girlfriend you should've been, I wouldn't fucking another"

Was it fate?

Taking your phone out, your thumb pressed on your best friend's number.

He picked up within seconds, "Hey donkey, wassup?"

Your voice cracked and there was only silence.

"Can I come over?"

He probably realized and hummed softly.

***

."Are you fucking telling me he humiliated you over and over again? Motherfucker!"

You hugged him tighter as he comforted you.

"Am I that worthless?"

Beyond the cries, you whispered.

"Hey, hey, listen to me love, it's not you who's worthless, it's that bastard. He doesn't deserve you at all. You are worthy than you think, and I know this better than you"

Silence took over again, and you simply stared at him.

It took you years to realize how much he admired you, given the way he cares for you, and the way he loves you.

The tension between you and him arose as he took the initiative to close the proximity.

"Want to know how I will treat if I were your boyfriend?"

His whispers halted your tears and heat sprang in you. They made you feel something.

Maybe he's the cure for your broken heart.

"Y-yes please"

He was taken aback by your meek answer, but a smirk smacked in his face.

"Jungkook..."

His fingers softly traced your nape, lightly tugging your chin towards him, his lips just an inch closer to touch yours but he was teasing you.

His smirk grew bigger. He could see the desperation in your eyes.

Without waiting, you gripped the back of his head, smashing your lips on his.

He molded his lips with you, your grip on his hair tightening even more.

Your tongue tangling with his pierced ones. Your clit was twitching.

Both of you moaned softly and he straddled you on his lap.

Your legs circled around his torso and he walked to his bedroom.

Kicking open the door, he walked to his bed.

There was only a dim yellow light in the huge room.

He pulled your tongue with his, slurping and eating your face as if he's been holding back his lust and desires for you so long.

Your saliva mixed together and with a last suck, you parted away, panting heavily.

He left kisses, trailing your neck, and you moaned as his tongue swirled, and bit your sweet spot.