A/N: forgot to add this in earlier, so here's the playlist:

https://tinyurl.com/YouUpDD

just shuffle, it's not intended to be listened to in any specific order!! okay byeee, enjoy xx

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OF ALL THE ways Jungkook had thought his night could go, ending up half-naked in a lecture hall wasn't one of them - and yet there he was, jeans suspended taut around his mid-thighs, a hand tangled in Neva's hair while the other grappled with her waist.

Perched up on the desk down by the front podium, Neva had been surprised when he insisted that she faced him, instead of bending her over it. For him, it had been a no brainer. He simply wanted to kiss her endlessly, and this positioning let him. Watching her eyes as they sparkled like Gwangalli beach every October was an added bonus, the projector light still twinkling in her dark irises with every strong thrust of his hips into hers. 

Dawn was beginning to break, the sky a dusky blue peeking through the half-drawn Venetian blinds that gave them a little privacy in an otherwise public setting - not that anyone was around, mind you. It was still the early hours of Saturday morning. No one else would be in the building for hours.

Jungkook's breath was ragged. There was so much he wanted to do - to say - with it that he didn't even know where to begin. His nails, which he kept short religiously for spontaneous occasions like these, scratched at the nape of Neva's neck gently. Affectionately.

"Feel so fuckin' good, Eva," seemed like a good place to start. She angled her nose to rest against his, stealing a kiss as a 'thank you'. "That good for you?" He asked as he increased his pace, a small yelp escaping from her lips, brows pinching together.

She nodded, her breath equally disordered. "Good, Kook. God, so good."

Leaning her head back, Jungkook's grip on her hair tightened, keeping her perfectly angled for him to admire. There was a sheen to her skin, blushed and glowing, a sweat building up from the fact she still in most of her clothes. Even her underwear had just been pushed to the side, Jungkook too eager to feel Neva to even bother attempting to undress her.

He'd surely just make up for it another time. 

If he had it his way, he'd have an entire lifetime to indulge in the luxury of seeing her naked; an eternity of losing himself in her body, only to then find himself in her eyes.

A lifetime, or maybe four more.

He let his grip on her hair weaken, dragging his palm round to rest on her cheek. She leant into it automatically, tilting her head to press a kiss against the heel of his palm, eyes resting shut. She looked so peaceful, so serene, the pulse in her neck beating at such an exaggerated rate that Jungkook swore he could count the pulse at which blood was pumping through her body.

One, two - I love you - three, four. 

One, two - I should have told you before - three, four. 

One, two - I'll bloom for you - three, four.

Neva's hand dropped from Jungkook's shoulder and trailed down his chest. His pace slowed slightly, agonisingly, causing Neva to laugh. The contortion of her tensing muscles made him shudder, a dulcet grown resting in his throat, which only made her laugh even more. 

"Baby, don't," he smiled, assuming she was about to take control, stroking his thumb across her bottom lip. 

"You 'don't'," she said with a voice so airy that he thought she might just float away. The hand that had been cradling her cheek moved down slightly to grasp gently at her throat - to make sure that she didn't float away, of course. No ulterior motive. Definitely not because he wanted to see the way she bit down on her bottom lip. "Faster, please, again," she encouraged, her hand falling between the pair of them and resting just above her entrance. "That's it. Fuck."

The tepid rock of her hips against his movements intensified when she began to rub languid circles on her clit. Jungkook's gaze dropped to the space where their bodies met, obsessed with the way she'd touch herself for him without a single ounce of shame. He watched with a gaping jaw as Neva's swollen lips kissed the base of his cock every single time he bottomed out in her.  Glossy and slick, the sound was lewd, and Jungkook wanted to listen to it forever.

An idea formed in his head, one that he wasn't entirely sure Neva would agree to, but one that he'd propose nonetheless. The worst she could do was say no, of which she wasn't afraid to do so, and he was always willing to listen to. 

The tip of his cock nudged against her sweet spot as his pace became more rhythmic, timing itself in tandem with the gentle rubs of Neva's fingers. Brows furrowed, Neva's moans were light and high, dueting his deeper grunts with such melody that Jungkook was sure they could become a number one hit together.

"Baby," he hummed, trying to gain her attention, but failing. She looked so beautiful, head resting backwards, lost in the feeling that he was giving her. "Baby," he said again, squeezing on her hip, causing her eyes to flicker open. Heavy lidded, there was nothing innocent about her eyes anymore. He nodded down towards the desk, and Neva followed his gaze, landing on his phone, which was resting facedown on the wooden surface. "Can I?"

A smirk settled on Neva's lips, suppressing the satisfied laugh she desperately wanted to exhale. If anything, she was surprised he hadn't asked to film it before. He was a visual kind of guy. It made sense.

She knew Jungkook could be trusted with matters such as this, so there was zero hesitation to the nod she gave him and the verbal confirmation that followed.

His cock nudged deeper into as he reached for his phone, sliding his finger across the screen as he did so to unlock it. His thumb worked at the speed of light, opening up his camera and angling it down to where his fat cock was pushing into Neva. The sight of it was fucking heaven; glossy and wet, her pussy swollen and pink, accepting him with ease. 

Moving his hand down from her waist, his fingers joined hers, toying with her pretty cunt for the benefit of his camera. 

"So wet, baby," he simpered. "All for me?"

The question was just a rouse to get her talking so that he could preserve her fucked out vocals in 4k. Neva wasn't ignorant to this; she knew what he wanted. He was so fucking easy to read.

"All for you, Kook. All yours."

All his. He liked the sound of that. He liked it a lot.

His spare hand knocked Neva's dainty fingers out of the way and she let him, curiously smitten with how obsessed he looked, starting down at his phone. Brows knitted together, tongue resting in the corner of his mouth, he was a man possessed. His thumb brushed her pussy lips apart, pressing down on her clit.

"Look at you. So pretty. So filthy. Fuck."

He had stilled his hips by this point, merely rubbing his cock against her walls gently. There was just too much he wanted to look at. Withdrawing his cock from her, Neva cursed as his tip dipped back into her before pulling out again. He repeated the action, teasing her. 

"Kook, please," she pleaded with a smile, knowing that he was so caught up in what he was doing that he probably didn't even realise the effect he was having on her. 

"Please?" he looked up from the camera, eyes wide, fearing that he'd done something wrong. Moments like these made Neva's heart twinge; the vulnerability he could never hide, and his willingness to comply with her for fear of doing something she didn't like. Sex for Jungkook had always been a self-serving gratification, but it was different with Neva. He got off on the knowledge that she was getting off. 

"Please," she nodded, noticing his wide eyes thin as he saw her smile. There was absolutely nothing for him to be worried about, not when she was looking at him like that. 

"Please what?" He grinned back. "Fuck you harder? Make you cum? C'mon, Eva. Big girl words. Tell me what you want."

Fuck. 

Knowing the camera was still rolling, Neva let her hand drop to toy with herself again.

"Make me cum before I do it for myself."

Like the arrogant asshole that he was whenever his cock was swollen, Jungkook laughed. Neva was about to say something else, another teasing flirt, but Jungkook's cock pushing full throttle into her caused Neva to choke on her words.

Her body tensed, grasping onto him for dear life as he began to pump into her so hard she could feel her hands going numb.

Now this was more like it.

"Shit," she cried. "Yeah. Like that. Fill me so well. Fuck-"

"Take me so well," he countered, and he wasn't wrong. She fit him like a fucking glove. "Made for me. Shit, Eva. Close. So close."

The speed and friction had Neva's high peaking, her nails digging into his shoulder and the nape of his neck, her breath hot and heavy against his throat. He could feel it too, his balls tightening and the knot in his stomach being pulled taut by some invisible force that was about to let a trap door go beneath his feet.

"Cum," she nodded against him, both a request and a command in the same breath. "Want you to cum."

His build was undignified, camera still rolling but facedown on the desk. He didn't give a fuck about that anymore. All he cared about was how it felt for her walls to tighten around him, hot and needy, throbbing. Part of him couldn't believe she always felt that good, but the rest of him knew that she did, in fact, always feel that good, which is exactly why he was so obsessed with her in the first place. Her body was shuddering, orgasming, lips whimpering - and, then, so was he. 

He didn't announce his orgasm. Instead, he nestled his head into the crook of her neck while his hips stuttered against hers. Neva wrapped her arms around his shoulders, keeping him close, hands cradling the crown of his head and getting lost in the mess of his hair. The scent of apple shampoo and cigarette smoke was boderline addictive. Uncontrollably, Jungkook unloaded himself into Neva, with such pained desperation that he found himself fucking whining against her throat.

In a bid to restore dignity, he pressed kisses against it as the final release of his load emptied into her, his sensitive cock throbbing inside her cosy walls.

He was snug - at home, right where he belonged; inside of her. 

Hers.

"Eva-" he was whining, still, voice weak and feeble. His pull-out was slow, cock painfully sensitive and absolutely filthy. He was covered in the pair of them, and there wasn't even so much as a bit of scrap paper on the empty desk to clean themselves up with. In all honestly, he didn't give a fuck. Resting his spent head on her shoulder, Jungkook laughed. "Always wanted to do that. Fuck in a lecture hall, I mean. Fuck. So good. I love you."

His lips pressed a kiss into her neck, blissfully unaware of what he had just said. 

Neva played with his hair, letting him use her body to support himself. Her nails scratched at his scalp, just how he liked it, and she considered saying it back. 

"Nice work, Jeon," she settled for instead, a grin resting hazily on her smitten lips. Her casual statement, of which had been uttered a million times after erratic hook-ups with Jungkook, was welcomed by him. 

"I tried," he smiled, standing up straight to face her as he pulled up his trousers. Cheeks blushed, eyes rounded and awe-struck, she was a vision. Her skin was clammy, glowing in the early morning light, and Jungkook wanted to kiss every single inch of it. "You good? That was alright?"

"You worry too much, Kook. You know it was more than alright."

He shrugged. "Just checking. Things are... Well, I don't know. What are things? Are things different now? They feel different."

"Good different or bad different?"

"Not bad," he said rather quickly, realising that he was making a pig's ear of things. "Good. Really good. So fuckin' good," he laughed. "This is it, now, isn't it? You and me? No more dicking about? This is it."

His words were an adorable, endearing mess. 

And Neva wanted to electrocute him. 

In a nice, comforting, encouraging kind of way - but electrocute him, nonetheless. Why were men always so bloody dense?

"I don't know," she tilted her head, wanting him to be the one to decide. She'd already put herself in a vulnerable position that evening. It was his turn now. "Is it?"

And then, as if he'd been zapped by Zeus himself, Jungkook seemed to get a grip of himself.

"Well, yeah," he shrugged. "I don't want anyone else, Eva. I want you, in every sense of the word. I want you to be mine, but I wanna be yours, too."

"We can trade," she smiled, as if their hearts were Yu-Gi-Oh! cards. She wondered if he'd swap a starfoil rare for her old beat up commons with torn edges. 

"Trade," he nodded, lips curving upwards as he rested his forehead on hers, holding up his pinky. "I'll trade you a pinky promise and a bit of my heart. What are you bringing to the table?"

Neva linked her pinky finger with his and stole a small peck from his lips. "I'll trade you endless screenwriter dates and hangover sex."

Jungkook shook his head fondly, exhaling a laugh, still resting his forehead against hers. "More. Higher stakes."

She knew exactly what he was after. She just wanted to toy with him a little bit more.

"Hmm... fine. I'll add in an aquarium trip if you also agree to add a lifetime supply of Kinder Eggs."

"That's not a fair trade."

"Take it or leave it."

"More," he spoke so quietly that it was barely a whisper. His lips pressed against hers, pleading. "Give me more, Eva."

"Give you more?" she hummed. "What are you after, huh? My heart?"

"I'd quite like it, yeah."

"No can do, I'm afraid."

Jungkook swallowed, eyes closed. He wasn't sure if she was joking or not.

"Y'see," she continued, kissing his cheek softly, knowing that he was probably having a small panic. "I traded my heart with a boy when I was sixteen, and he never gave it back. You'll have to ask him very nicely if you can have it."

And then he smiled.

That God damn smile. 

One side of his mouth twitched slightly first before his teeth began to show - upper teeth first, like a bunny, and then his lower teeth too, until his whole entire face was overcome with such an expression of happiness that it seemed he might explode like a piñata. The pièce de résistance were his eyebrows, raised and arched as if they were trying to escape his face.

"I asked him," Jungkook said, having made absolutely no attempt to contact his former self and ask to have Neva's heart back. She raised a brow, encouraging him to continue. "He said I can have it."

"Well, then," she shrugged as if she didn't care. Internally, she was screaming. "It's all yours."

"Mine?"

"Yours."

"What about 'ours'?" He suggested, and Neva swore that her heart was actually melting. "I wanna have you. Don't wanna own you. You can own me, though. I don't give a fuck about that. Actually, it's probably better if you do, I'm a bit of a mess without you, Eva."

"Ours," she beamed. "I like that."

"I like you."

Neva tilted her head playfully. "Like? That's not what you said earlier."

She expected his cheeks to blush, but he simply shrugged. "It's very possible to love someone and not actually like them."

"You're telling me," she snorted.

"Hey, fuck off," he laughed. "I like you. I just also happen to love you," he doubled-down, voice raising slightly like he was asking a question, unsure if it was an okay thing to say or not.

"That's nice. You're okay, too."

"I literally hate you."

"Like, love and hate? Wow, a triple whammy." 

"Why are you like this?" he grinned, locking his arms around her neck, resting his elbows on her shoulders. Things were so easy with Neva, so comfortable. 

"Don't act like you don't love it."

"I've literally just said that I do," he deadpanned, though there was no hiding the glint in his eyes. "What more do you want from me, woman?!"

"Nothing," she said, and she meant it. "Just want you to know that I love you, too."

He didn't get bashful often, but Jungkook looked like a kid who had just been given a gold star for getting the highest score on a pop-quiz. Nose scrunched, he shook his head. "Shut up."

"Oh my God," Neva laughed. "You're the worst."

"The best," he simpered into her lips.

"Debatable," her words hummed against him. "Let's get outta here?"

"Please," he nodded, taking her hand and picking his phone up from the desk. "Wanna go get breakfast?"

"Mhmm, that's my favourite thing you've said all morning."

"Liar."

"Love you."

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A/N:

I'd put myself on a smut writing ban but I guess this officially ends it lol?

Gwangalli Beach is in Busan, and is where the Busan International Firework Festival takes place annually, which is where the reference at the top of the chapter comes from, and starfoil rares are fancy yu-gi-oh cards

Will i ever tell you all the contrived and convoluted meaning behind +4???? yeah. there was a hint in this. it's so dumb that i don't actually know how I'm gonna add it in hahahahahhaha

my plan, just so people are aware of the story length, is for this to run until the end of the school term before they go back home for summer so ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN atp. 

also you up? hit 70k literally as I was writing this update and that is just.... phewwwww. overwhelming. thanks for reading my dumb lil story. i appreciate it. apologies for all the smut lmao. sorry to the people who were mad at me for making jk a cheater, but thank u for sticking it out so that you could see his redemption. GROWTH. we love to see it.

okay anyways I'm rambling and this a/n is almost as long as the chapter now, I'm sorry, byeee xxxx