"Strip or make out with me," Jungkook said blatantly while gazing intently into your soul with no apparent shame.
You're seated right next to your boyfriend, Taehyung, and Jungkook is telling you to make out with him all because you chose dare.
***
Jungkook reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a foil packet, ripping it off with his teeth as he smirks at you and kneels up, pulling a condom to his considerable length.
"I can be better than him, Y/N," he murmurs in your ear, breathing swiftly as he positions the head of his erection at the entrance of your sex. "Let me show you how." He whispers, and he slams into you.
"Aargh!" You cry.
#226 in fanfiction
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Started: 1/2/22
Ended: 8/18/22
*The images are I used in this story are NOT mine. Credit to the original creators I don't own them. Character/story/plot everything belongs to me -> don't plagiarize.*