Jungkook Snapchat Say Hes Hotter Again
Originally posted by jjks
There's a new racer in boondocks; he'southward incredibly rich, hot, and talented. And yous tin can't stop staring.
Office two ○ Part iii
inspired by this vine and fueled past the encouragement of @zephyoongist and the help of other kind souls (who I'm not going to tag bc like…I don't want to spam you lot all)
smut, 2.4k words, jungkook/reader, racer/playboy/rich child au
Getting in is never hard; after all, the illegal racing scene isn't new to you. It's as chaotic as always, and you lot love it. People call out bets, bicker, toss coin and who knows what else near, while in the background, music blasts. You push by people–scantily clad girls, half-naked men–as you make your way to the bar. The bartender greets you with a grinning and a nod equally you slide into a vacant seat.
"Hey there," he says. "Haven't seen you in a while." He has to raise his vocalism to be heard higher up the din of the pre-race excitement.
"Jin," you say. "Things got decorated. I'm glad to be dorsum, though."
"Y'all didn't miss much. Y'all excited for this evening's race?"
"You know it," you lot say, smirking. Someone roughly pushes past, jostling you lot; you turn to glare at his retreating back before turning to Jin over again. "It'due south so crowded here. More than I remember it being."
He shrugs. "Yeah, well, this is how it usually is whenever Jeon and his other rich friends come by. I hear he's racing tonight, too."
You give him a confused expect. "Jeon?"
Jin gives y'all a look. "Yeah. You know, Jeon Jungkook? He's the newest racer: kid'due south rich as hell. His dad'southward the CEO of some huge company. All the girls love him."
Yous raise your eyebrows and sip at your drink. That would explain the turnout. "Large time playboy, I'g guessing."
"Big time playboy," Jin confirms. He slides a couple of shots over to a patron, who raises one of the spectacles in salute. "He's immature and rich, what else can I say? Probably slept with one-half of the girls hither. Non that I blame him, anyway. They're all pretty hot–he's pretty hot. They practically worshiphim."
You raise an countenance; it's uncharacteristic of Jin to call someone else other than himself bonny. Conspicuously, this Jeon Jungkook child must exist pretty damn good looking. "Is he good at racing? He may have a great face and a overnice wallet and all, but I come up here for the races."
Jin laughs. "Of course, I tin can't forget that. Just yeah, he'south hella skillful at racing likewise. Wins merely about everything. He and his team are ever modding cars; they can afford everything, of form. Just a bunch of rich kids with too much gratuitous time on their hands."
//
Jin wasn't lying when he said Jungkook was "pretty hot"; in fact, he may have fifty-fifty understated information technology, because holy fucking shit, this guy is ridiculously practiced looking. You watch every bit he leans against his car–some sort of Ferrari–dandy jokes with his almost every bit equally attractive friends. Yous sip at your drink as his friends requite him half hugs, wish him luck, and retire to their spots on the sidelines (with a bunch of giggling girls, you annotation).
"Anyone tin tell that you're staring from similar, a mile away," Jin says next to you.
Every bit of right on cue, Jungkook turns, catches you staring, and so winks. You momentarily forget how to breathe. He smirks at your "fish out of h2o" expression.
"Told y'all so," Jin says, sounding somewhat smug. You tear your optics away from Jungkook to look at Jin, who simply shrugs at y'all. He goes back to buttoning upwardly his sleeves and fixing his hair, his shift at the bar having passed.
"I was staring at a stupidly hot guy and he caught me looking," you say. "Sue me, will you?" You take another swig of your drink. Within, though, yous're screaming because that fucking look.
Holy shit.
He shrugs again. "Whatsoever. Did yous place any bets?"
You snort. "No, I oasis't been here in a bit and suddenly I don't know like half of these racers. Y'all?"
"Yes, duh. Bet a shit ton of my coin on Jungkook, and so he amend win."
You nod. "So almost Jeon Jungkook…" You break and give Jin a suggestive look.
"You want to know more about him, don't you lot?"
Y'all nod.
"Well, it'due south too bad I've already told you lot practically all I know about him–" you pout "–but yous'll become your own chance to acquire nigh him this evening. If he wins, of class."
"What exercise you mean?"
"I hateful he's a rich kid, so of form he'southward got to hold some sort of afterward party at his behemothic summertime mansion to celebrate his victory," Jin says matter-of-factly. "And I merely happen to know the right people, and then I could probably get you lot in."
Y'all grin. In the groundwork, yous can hear the purr of engines and the excited cheers of the crowd–the race must be starting soon. "That," you say, "would be fantastic."
//
The race kicks off–roaring engines, raucous oversupply, checky flags splitting the air. You lot stare intently at Jungkook'south car as he disappears off into the night horizon, illuminated just barely by the streetlamps.
The cars round the rail a dizzying number of times. Around his third time around, Jungkook pulls off a migrate just considering he fucking can, and then goes back to speeding down the road.
You gape at the car, already disappearing into the distance; you can practically see him smirking in his car. "That was incredible, holy shit."
"Information technology's merely something he does. Sorta similar his signature move, yknow?" Jin says, over the loud boos and hollers of the oversupply. "Peculiarly when he has a huge lead, which, of course, he does."
Information technology comes to no ane's surprise when Jungkook crosses the end line start, though tailed closely by the other drivers. You follow Jin over to the finish line just in time to come across him step out of his auto, all up in a leather jacket and slick boots, running a hand through his hair. Your jiff hitches.
He smirks at the crowd with a confidence that borders on airs. When he sees you, he grins, and and then sends a wink your way over again. You wonder if Jungkook has washed this to the other girls at the race equally you instinctively reach out and grip Jin'southward wrist for support; he hisses in hurting.
"Sorry," you lot manage. Hurriedly, you lot drib his wrist.
"You literally could've, like, cleaved every bone in a human'south body with that grip," Jin grumbles, rubbing his reddened wrist. "Did he wink at you again?"
"Uh," you say, preoccupied by looking around for Jungkook. "Yeah, why?"
"Oh boy, looks like someone's getting laid tonight."
"What?"
Jin laughs and reaches out to tug y'all to the exit. "C'mon, Jungkook won today. That means there's going to be a party. Go back and alter; I'll text you the address and meet you there in a few."
//
Certain to his word, Jin manages to get you into the later party. "You clean up pretty nicely," he says, adjusting his tie. He gives you lot a brief glance as he runs a hand through his perfectly styled hair.
"Thanks," you lot say, smoothing your hand down your clothes. "Only in all fairness, you did say information technology was a black tie party hosted by an incredibly rich kid."
"And you have someone to impress." Jin gives y'all a knowing wink and you give him a playful shove.
"Yep, well, that t–" out of the corner of your eye, you lot grab a glimpse of Jungkook–dressed in a fucking arrange–and immediately lose your train of thought.
Jin follows your line of sight and chuckles; he grabs ii flutes of champagne from the nearest waiter, easily you one, and so gain to requite you a light shove forrard.
"Become get 'em, tiger," he whispers into your ear. When you finally snap out of your daze, he's gone.
You caput in Jungkook'southward general direction, resisting the urge to chug your champagne. You end a few feet abroad from him, right in his line of sight. Not too close and non too far; just enough to get noticed without coming off as breathy flirting. Later on a few minutes, you notice him looking at you, and, in plow, give him a cursory, flirty smile. You plough your dorsum to him and begin slowly walking away, feigning disinterest.
When yous attain a more secluded office of the room, he follows you lot.
"Didn't remember you'd be here," he murmurs, coming upwards behind you.
"Didn't know y'all cared," you answer. Or would even recognize me. You carefully prepare down your flute on the nearest surface, noting how he does the same.
"I don't know. Exercise I?" There's a playful tone in his voice as he lets his fingers trail down your arm, palms briefly at your ass. Information technology may be a side outcome of all the booze in your organization, simply his touch burns. It feels so damn expert.
"That's a skillful question," you say. You plow effectually and face him, tug at his bowtie. "Do you?" Yous make sure to lean in impossibly close, brushing upwardly confronting the seam of his pants, your lips centimeters away from his.
He looks at you with hooded eyes as his hands come up down to cup your ass. You take it as a cue to melt confronting him; he leans down and finally kisses you, hot and open up-mouthed, with the intensity that only the drunk can achieve.
Finally, the two of yous break abroad, panting. He gives you a curious wait, easily moving upward to your hips. "Maybe I do," he says breathlessly.
//
Y'all stumble along with him to an empty room; hastily, he shuts the door and presses you up confronting information technology.
"Guest room?" you gasp.
"Who cares?" he says, easily everywhere: your hips, your thighs, your chest. "I'm more interested in something else right now." He leans in for some other kiss that leaves y'all giddy; amidst the haze, he reaches under your skirt and roughly presses his palm confronting you.
Yous moan, press yourself closer to him.
"You're so wet," he says, sultry, then proceeds to suck a hickey onto your neck.
You gasp, grind downwardly confronting his hand and towards his crotch. His breath hitches. "And y'all're hard," you say, breathlessly.
He growls, scoops you up, and dumps you on the bed.
You accept it equally your cue to strip, and in no time you're naked, settled on the enormous bed, waiting for him. Jungkook wastes no time in kicking his clothes off; when he turns to face you, yous swear you lot could come up right and then and at that place. He'southward hotter than you could take ever imagined; his abs and arms and just everything nearly his muscular body is almost too much. Y'all watch him with wide optics equally he rolls on a condom, tossing the empty packaging over his shoulder.
The mattress dips under his weight as he clambers onto the bed, pushes y'all down. Jungkook sucks rough, wet hickeys onto your neck and collarbone. And so finally, finally, he moves down and slides a finger into you, slowly working information technology in and out. You let out a loud moan, your hands clenching on his broad shoulders.
"You lot like that, baby?" he murmurs, leaning close to your ear. You tin experience his hot jiff confronting your peel, can smell him past the sheen of sweat on both of you lot. Y'all nod, non trusting your voice. To your disappointment, he doesn't pick up the step; instead he grins, devilish, and slides his hand in long, languid strokes.
"Fuck," you finally choke out, arching your back up to him. "F-Faster."
Jungkook only hums against your skin, moving his thumb up to circle your clit. You moan, depression. He continues to tease you; you can feel it building into a slow, burning pleasure. "Jungkook," yous whine.
He doesn't say anything, but cups at your breasts, flicking your nipple. Just as you're near to come up, pleasure prickling your skin, he stops. He pulls his finger out and braces himself right over you lot.
"In case you didn't know, I don't permit my girls come then hands." You're about to raise a brow at the phrase "my girls"–typical playboy–but don't, because now he's licking his finger, coated in your juices.
Before you can open your mouth to say anything, he puts his hands to your lips. Obediently, you reach upwards and swirl your tongue around his finger, tasting yourself. You wait upwardly and see him staring at you with hooded optics, clouded with lust.
Jungkook tears his mitt away from your grasp, reaches downwardly to stroke himself a few times, mutters a soft fuck, and lines himself up. "Lucky for you," he says, breathless, "I'm feeling nice today, so I'll cut straight to the chase."
"You'd bett–shit, aye." Yous groan in pleasure as he slides into you, hands clawing at his dorsum. He ducks his head and pauses, giving you time to adjust.
"You skilful?"
You nod against his neck. "Move it."
He wastes no fourth dimension on setting an unrelenting pace, trigger-happy ragged breaths and harsh moans from your pharynx as y'all feel yourself tumbling towards the edge. "Come, infant," he growls, his thrusts getting more and more erratic. "I know yous desire to."
And you do, dorsum arching in pleasure, nails sinking into his back. Y'all clench around his dick as waves of pleasance drown you. Jungkook gives a few more thrusts and and then he'southward coming too, moaning in pleasure.
He stays braced over you for a few more seconds to catch his breath before finally pulling out. He gingerly takes off the prophylactic and tosses it in the trash.
"So, how was it?" he asks, smirking at you lot. You fumble around in the bed to face him.
"Information technology was–"
You're interrupted past a firm knock on the door.
"Yo, Kook, you in in that location?" Both of y'all plow towards the door; Jungkook curses under his jiff.
"What do you lot want, Tae?" Awkwardly, you lot brand haste to cover yourself under the sheets, should the guy come in.
The guy–Tae–laughs. "Someone sounds pissy. You lot're with a girl, aren't you?"
"What does information technology thing to you?"
"Cipher," Tae sing songs. "Except that I might have to drag y'all out of there to see Namjoon. He just got here to work your machine, you lot know. And he wants to encounter you."
"Why the–okay, I'1000 coming," Jungkook says. He rolls his eyes and begins throwing on his dress. He gives you an atoning look. "Deplorable, I can't ditch on this guy. He's my main mechanic," he whispers.
You pout, merely nod. "Okay."
He grins at you. "It was a pleasure meeting you, _______."
It's only later on he's gone and the sheets are clinging to your sticky pare that y'all realize you never told him your name.
a/due north: oopS IM SORRY I WROTE SMUT AGAIN
i won't be really updating my web log and mobile masterlist thingy because i'll exist busy and abroad only ILL DO Information technology AS Presently Every bit POSSIBLE!
also i am terrible at naming things….. i literally finished the first function and and so listened to more music and then this vocal came on and i was like AIJSDFK HOLY SHIT and then yeah okay bye
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