genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst, slight idiots to lovers
rating: explicit
description: So what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he can’t exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroom…
word count: 6.7k
warnings: size kink, JK has a big dick (no, really), slight pain kink, light choking, dirty talk, Dom!JK, flustered/shy JK at first, unprotected sex (this is fiction, we all wanna be raw-dogged by JK okay), lube, JK loves OC’s panties a LOT, fingering, mentions of masturbation, OC gets embarrassed at first but JK is sweet about it, oral sex (male & female receiving), cursing, Soft Dom!JK, JK is overly concerned with how big your dildo is, embarrassing moments from both parties, spanking, prone bone, creampie, confession scenes,
a/n: As soon as I saw JK’s OJO face from that GCF, it kicked me into gear to write this. I’ve had this idea for SO long, but never had the motivation to finish it. I was supposed to release it last winter, so hope you’re all excited for it! Asks and reblogs are much appreciated (I read them all!). Also, much love to @jkeuphoriadreamland for bouncing ideas around with me.
“[Y/N], I can hear you in there.”
The muffled, disgruntled voice came from the other side of your door. Your eyes fluttered open and your hand stilled in your panties, your heart rate spiking. Maybe if you didn’t move a muscle, he’d go away.
“I know you’re up,” he added. You rose up from your bed.
“Um… exactly what did you hear?” you squealed, face burning up at your terrible acting skills.
“Unlock this door.”
You didn't know what compelled you to saunter over and open the door a mere crack, but oh the sight before you was almost worth the humiliation. Jungkook was in nothing but gray sweats that sat dangerously low on his hips. He had a bad case of bedhead, but his locks looked so soft that you wanted nothing more than to grab onto them and make out with his beautiful lips, which were captivating you just as much as that intense gaze of his.
“Hey… you…” you said with a meek smile, which he did not return.
“It’s 2 AM in the morning. I have work at 5. As hot as you sound, we either do something together so we both get satisfied or you let me get my rest because I am incredibly frustrated right now.”
Your eyes widened at his curt response. You’ve never seen him so tense, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek as his glare bore into you. He leaned against your door frame with one arm, leaning in close enough to make you break eye contact. He tapped on the wooden frame with his index finger, awaiting your response.
“Sorry…”
God, you sounded absolutely pathetic .
“Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?” Before you could respond, he let out a tsk sound and retreated back to his bedroom. You stood there in a trance until his door shut loudly, snapping you out of it. You wondered if he realized how much worse he left you than when he found you.
Fuck, was he always this hot when mad?
You went back to your room after closing the door. Climbing into bed, you got under the covers and laid flat on your back deep in thought. The only reason you were masturbating in the first place was because your room was freezing cold. You thought the heater was fixed, but your room was somehow still the coldest one in the apartment. You knew you’d never be able to go to sleep at this rate, so you decided to do something that would tire you out and hopefully lull you into the rest you craved.
It was supposed to be simple. You, your hand, your phone, and sweet, sweet release. Damn Jungkook for interrupting you. It’s bad enough his room was nice and toasty while you were suffering. Yeah, you heard his loudass snores. You assumed he was deep in the REM cycle so how the hell did he catch your moans? Ugh.
If he was so annoyed with you, then he should have warmed you up instead!
You shook your head and got under the covers, groaning at your lewd thoughts.
He’s my roommate. And he’s too good of a roommate for me to fuck things up.
“Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?”
Those words echoed in your mind. The way he changed his tone to a lower register with his Busan dialect slipping through was incredibly sexy. It was the perfect mix of frustration and anger and made your thighs rub together in want. Leaning over your nightstand, you opened the drawer and grabbed a velvet drawstring bag. Slipping off your pajama shorts, you pulled out your trusty dildo. Impatient, you closed your eyes and imagined Jungkook taking you right then and there. However, the moment you allowed the tip of the dildo to touch your entrance, all pleasure was lost. It was cold!
“Damn it…” you muttered. “I gotta warm it up. Ugh!”
You left your room in frustration and entered the bathroom, turning the sink on to the hottest setting and running it over your toy.
This might’ve been the most desperate masturbation session you’ve ever had, but you didn’t care. This was all Jungkook’s fault!
The next morning was Saturday. You were eating your breakfast on the kitchen island while mindlessly scrolling on your phone when Jungkook came out of his room. As soon as you two locked eyes, you almost choked on your food and had to chug some water to calm down. The man, confused, ruffled his hair and watched you through drowsy eyes.
“Are you okay?” he said, followed by a yawn.
You nodded as you beat your chest with your fist to get everything down. “Yeah… I just… didn’t expect you to be home. I thought you had work.”
“Oh,” He sounded more awake now. “I read my schedule wrong. Turns out I’m off every other Saturday now.”
“... Oh. Cool.”
He circled around the kitchen island to get to the fridge and you recalled last night’s events, mortified he had heard you. Should you apologize again? After all, you’re both two grown adults; there’s nothing to be ashamed about. If you didn’t say something now, that icky feeling would only fester inside you.
“Hey Jungkook.”
“Yeah?” he said from behind the fridge door.
“About yesterday… I hope you can forget all about it.”
As the refrigerator door shut, you were greeted by the sight of the most adorable man sipping a carton of banana milk. His eyes were wide and brimming with curiosity from your words.
“Did something happen yesterday? I was knocked out.”
You blinked at him twice. “Do you… not remember talking to me last night?”
“Hmm? I did? I was fast asleep, don’t remember a thing.” He took the seat next to you. “Why? What did we talk about?”
Pure relief washed over you like a tidal wave as you shook your head. “Oh, nothing much. My room’s a bit too cold. It was hard for me to sleep.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll talk to the landlord. Do you want to sleep with me?” You shot him an incredulous look and he began to stutter. “I-I mean! Sleep in my bed! Not with me in it. Unless you wanted to—ah—fuck me!
There. That’s the Jungkook you knew. He’s never crossed the line and flirted with you, so you didn’t either out of respect. But… It was too hard to resist teasing him. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
“Unless I wanted to… fuck you?” you repeated innocently. This was new territory for you—teasing him. His flustered reactions were so damn adorable though. The way his nose scrunched and his eyes darted around everywhere except for your face. If anyone was watching you, they’d swore you had hearts in your eyes.
He set his drink down and proceeded to cover his face with both hands, panicking at his poor choice of words. “That didn’t come out right. Oh god… this is embarrassing.”
You covered your mouth to stifle your giggles. “It’s okay. I don’t want to peg you—I mean, take your bed.”
Jungkook dropped his hands, speaking the next sentence in pouts. “Hey, I don’t want to be peg—not the point. No, seriously. My room’s really warm.”
“I mean… if you really want me in your room, all you have to do is ask, you know,” you remarked. Jungkook’s cheeks were flushed with a tinge of pink, adding an extra charming element to his already cute self. Were you being too bold?
It didn’t matter because seeing how his lips trembled and how he could barely hold himself together was fun to watch.
“I didn’t realize it was that easy…” he mumbled, more to himself than you. You tilted your head at him and he noticed how you crossed one arm over another “Not that I’m calling you easy!”
“Uh huh. I’m watching you, Jeon Jungkook. Hmph.”
“No, wait. I’m sorry.”
You placed your index finger on his lips to shush him, even going so far as to tap his lip piercing teasingly. “Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?”
You watched as his eyes widened once more and that caused you to realize what you were doing. My god. Using his own words against him was satisfying, but all this newfound confidence was going to get you in trouble. You cleared your throat and withdrew your hand, grabbing your breakfast plate and heading over to the sink before things could escalate.
“Uh… I’m gonna go to the gym. Run some errands or something,” Jungkook stammered as he got up, nearly toppling out of his stool. You bit your lip to hold in your laughter as he recomposed himself. Walking in the same direction, he flinched when you got near his proximity. “W-What are you doing?”
He’s so cute when nervous.
“Nothing. Grabbing my keys. I’m heading out too.”
“O-Okay.”
Your smile made his heart rate escalate. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
You spent the day with your closest friends on a brunch date, followed by a trip to the mall, and then hot cocoa in the evening. It was much needed after the week you had and after bidding them farewell, you went back to your apartment. Upon entering, you took off your shoes and put them on the shoe rack.
“Jungkook? Are you home?” you called out.
“Yeah! I just finished showering!” he called back in the distance. You went further into the apartment and plopped down on the couch.
“Damn,” you muttered, rubbing your arms. “Wish I could have showered with him. It’s so cold outside…”
As if on cue, Jungkook called for you again. “[Y/N]? Could you come here?”
You took off your purse and slowly rose up from the couch, hesitant. This had to be a dream. Why would he need you to come to the bathroom? He must’ve forgotten a towel. Or a t-shirt. Or pants. The specifics didn’t really matter because your hormones were going berserk at the possibilities.
You walked through the narrow hallway and stood in front of the bathroom door, excited at the thought of teasing him again. “I’m here. What’s up? Did you forget your towel or something? Silly boy.”
The door swung open and the shit-eating grin you had on your face dropped to the floor in an instant.
“Why is there a dildo in the bathroom, silly girl?”
Shit. Quick, say something. Anything. Don’t just stand there like a gaping fish! Oh dear, how many seconds have passed? You must look like a total idiot.
Fuck! I forgot I left it here!!!
“Well…” you started to say, “I’m assuming it’s yours.”
Out of all the things your roommate could be calling you for, this was not on your radar. The awkwardness was more suffocating than the steam from his blazing hot shower minutes ago and you wished it lingered around long enough to make you disappear.
Jungkook made a puckered face at your accusation, picked up the object, and shook it side to side, the bendy silicone material flopping everywhere. His big doe eyes were the highlight of his classic OJO face, the blatant confusion so adorable if you weren’t absolutely mortified. For the second time this week.
God, and how could you even focus when he was dressed in nothing but a towel, his hair still slightly damp. The bulging muscles of his biceps were a feast for the eyes as well as his tattooed sleeve. You yearned for the day he’d use his arm as your necklace, but of course that shouldn’t be a priority at the moment. If anything, it was his fault you had to use a dildo anyway.
“[Y/N], you know damn well this isn’t mine.” He met your gaze and flashed you a soft smile, biting his lower lip. “I like mine bigger.”
You covered your face in shame, wishing the floor could open up and swallow you whole. “Good god, Jeon.”
“You still didn’t answer my question. Why is it in the bathroom?”
You gulped, finding enough strength to not die of embarrassment. “It’s getting colder outside and the heater doesn’t reach my room as well as it reaches yours. So…”
“Yeah…? But I’m not following.”
“The… thing in your hand—”
“Dildo?”
You visibly cringed. “Yes, okay, THAT. It got cold and I don’t like cold objects... Inside me. So I took it to the bathroom to run hot water on it to warm it up.”
“Before you use it?”
“No, to melt it. Yes, to use it!” you snapped, feeling the humiliation burning through your body. “I wasn’t aware you weren’t working today, remember? I clean it after each use so please just give it back!”
You ran over to yank it out of his hands, but he lifted it up high out of your reach. While cackling. That motherfucker. “Hey, maybe I want a turn.”
You had to bite back. “I knew you liked being pegged.”
“I do not!”
“Then give it back!”
“This thing is huge though. It fits?”
“I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” You jumped up but failed to reach it due to his quick reflexes.
“Doesn’t it hurt? Because if something this big went up my—”
“Jungkook!”
“I’m just saying!” he said with his arms up in the air like you were about to tase him. “I find it hard to believe, that’s all. It’s really big. Like damn.”
Without thinking, you ripped his towel off his waist and he gasped, scrambling to shield his privates while you seized the opportunity to get your toy back.
You stormed out of the bathroom and ran to your room, locking the door afterwards. Falling to your knees, the embarrassment caught up to you, causing you to hang your head low in shame. You could hear the soft shuffling sounds of his footsteps approaching your door, followed by a gentle knock.
“[Y/N]? Are you okay?” He pressed his ear against the door to hear small sniffles. “Shit. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you upset. I was teasing, I thought you wanted to tease me back and—I guess I took it too far.”
“Go away, Jeon,” you said, throwing the dildo at the door. Jungkook nearly had a heart attack at the loud thump and jolted back, clutching his chest.
“Holy shit, that scared me,” he said, which earned a small chuckle from you despite the tears. “Hey… come on out. Please. I’m not judging you.”
“No. I’m humiliated. You heard me yesterday and now caught me today. I can’t face you ever again. It’s over!”
He placed a hand on your door, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I didn’t even know we started, so how could we be over? You’re cute.”
That made you snap your head up. You quickly wiped away your tears and rose from the floor. “This isn’t fair… I’ve been embarrassed twice now.”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“You heard me masturbating yesterday!” you exclaimed, frustrated at his obliviousness. “You woke up and told me I had pretty lips or whatever and suggested we do something about it together!”
“I mean, you do have pretty lips. Yup. That sounds like me, yeah,” he said, nodding to himself. “But I really don’t remember. Come on out. I wanna see you.”
“No.”
“Would it help if I shared something embarrassing about me?”
You narrowed your eyes at the door, considering his offer. “... Go on…”
He sighed, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Well… you know how I’ve been doing your laundry for you?”
“Yeah…”
It was your most hated chore. Putting the clothes into the washer and dryer wasn’t your issue, but folding them was so tedious. So you and him made a deal. You were in charge of dishes and he would do the laundry. However, the one thing you refused to let Jungkook wash for you were your bras and panties. Those you handled yourself.
“You… left a pair of panties in my basket once by mistake.”
“I did?”
“Yeah. I washed them for you but um… before that, I might’ve… sort’ve… jerked off with them.”
Your doorknob jostled for a second as you unlocked it. Jungkook waited as the door swung open and was greeted by a displeased you, hands on your hips and all.
“What? They were really pretty…” he added. “They were pink and had lace—”
“You… PERVERT!” you shouted, hitting his chest repeatedly. Of course, you were aware your feeble punches did nothing to his insanely toned pecs. Jungkook stared at you fondly, catching the hint of a smile that threatened to spill from your lips.
“Oh, I’m a pervert? Says the girl who has an 8-inch dildo,” he countered, snatching both your wrists.
“At least I’m able to take 8-inches!” you retorted, laughing at the situation. He joined in your laughter and then said,
“Good! That means you’ll be able to handle me!”
Your brain fizzled out at this point as the laughter subsided. “... What?”
Jungkook’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped. “... You heard me. Go ahead, take off my towel again. See for yourself.”
He guided your hands downward to the soft fabric, which was already on the verge of unraveling itself with his prior movements. You stared at his pelvic lines, excitement bubbling beneath the surface while you tried your best to maintain a calm expression.
“... Pervert,” you mumbled. Jungkook chuckled, taking one of your hands and placing it directly on his boner.
“Maybe. But only you can make me feel this way.”
You bit your lip, feeling the heat radiating from beneath the fabric and your curiosity peaked. Tucking a finger into the towel, you pulled it down and let it fall to the ground.
A loud squeal came from your lips as you covered your mouth. “Holy shit!”
Jungkook covered himself after seeing your reaction with both hands, embarrassment crawling up his spine. “Sorry, I’ll put it away.”
“No, no, no!” you said, putting your hands out in a stop motion. “Sorry, I just… you… you weren’t kidding.”
“Does it scare you?” His tone was sincere, his eyes genuinely showing concern. “Because… I don’t want to hurt you. And I know it can hurt. That’s why I was so curious about the dildo. Will it fit? Will I fit…?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at how he phrased it, but quickly stopped when you noticed the fear in his eyes. Your thoughts wandered to if he had slept with someone prior and if it wasn’t a pleasant experience. Truth be told, you’ve never been with anyone as big as him so it’s all new for you.
“Well… if I’m prepared well enough, I can take it. The dildo fits but sometimes not all of it goes in. Um… man, this is embarrassing to talk about, ahhh. I feel like I keep making a fool of myself in front of you.”
Jungkook’s gaze softened at your vulnerability, taking your hand and placing it on his chest. His heart was beating just as rapidly as yours if not more. Then he put his other hand on the small of your back, pulling you close.
“That makes two of us. But you make me crazy.”
He was so close that your senses were intoxicated with the fresh scent of eucalyptus and cotton wafting off him. His eyes shifted to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze once more.
“I really want to kiss these pretty lips of yours… If you’ll let me,” he said, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb and whispering the last part.
You begged him to kiss you already, so he leaned in and finally pressed his warm lips against yours as you closed your eyes. It started off as a gentle smooch, like a little tease to test the waters. When he pulled back, you leaned forward and chased his lips urgently. You felt him smiling into the kiss as he moved in tandem with you, deepening the kiss while switching positions to press you against a wall. One of his hands pinned your wrists above your head while his free hand slithered down the side of your body until it rested on your hip, giving you a firm squeeze.
“Jung—mmph—Jungkook…” you moaned. He used that chance to ease his tongue into your mouth and the kiss went from passionate to messy. When you moved your wrists in the slightest, he asserted dominance and pinned them back down into place.
“You think I’m going to let you go so easily now that I have you?” he asked, the hunger in his voice evident. He carefully tugged your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled it back in a seductive motion, which turned you on even more.
Once he broke the kiss, the only thing that remained was a string of saliva that broke seconds later.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he said in between pants.
“Since you’ve jerked off to my panties?” you teased while catching your breath.
He rolled his eyes. “Like you’ve never rubbed one out to me before.”
You scrunched up your nose at his response, unable to counteract his statement right away. “Hey… I wouldn’t have had to rub one out if you warmed me up in this cold weather.”
He smirked. “All you had to do was ask, you know.”
Releasing your hands, Jungkook went into your room and grabbed the dildo off the floor. He left you for a short moment and you waited there, confused, until you heard the sound of running water. He came back a minute later and then grabbed your hand, leading you to his bedroom.
“Had to wash it. Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up properly for the real thing.”
He guided you to his bed and helped you remove your jacket, blouse, and leggings. His grin was extra toothy because the set you were wearing was the exact set he jerked off too before.
“What?” you asked, amused.
“N-Nothing.”
When your back was turned for a second, he mouthed the words ‘Oh my god’ and pressed his hands together as if thanking the universe for this very moment.
Now left in your bra and panties, you laid on his bed and he climbed on top of you, his lips latching onto the side of your neck. You mewled at the sizzling contact, pulling him close by his soft locks so that his hot skin was pressed against yours. He trailed his searing kisses down to your collarbone and then settled between the valley of your breasts.
“The bra is pretty… you’re so pretty,” he said, full of admiration. He pulled one of the cups down to gain access to your breasts, capturing your perky nipple between his lips. He sucked tenderly, swirling his tongue around before tugging on it hard enough to elicit a moan. His other hand was greedy, slithering into your already soaked panties. His middle finger dipped in between your folds and he rubbed in circular motions to coax some more slick out of you.
As you arched your back and moaned his name, he dipped one finger into you and began to pump it slowly. He added another one when you begged for it, sounding so desperate that he had to oblige.
“Please fuck me already. I can’t take it,” you breathed. Jungkook only curled his fingers deeper inside, grazing your sweet spot while shaking his head.
“Patience, beautiful. I need to make sure your sweet pussy can take it, remember? Gotta prep you well.”
“But I can take it, I can, oh god please.”
“If you’re a good girl for me. Can you take another finger?”
You nodded eagerly, so he added a third finger and you squeezed your eyes shut from the delicious burn.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, observing your expressions carefully. You clutched onto the pillow and panted heavily.
“Y-Yeah, I—god—your fingers feel good…”
He began to finger you with all three digits, the tightness of your walls bringing some resistance to his actions. But with a few more neck kisses to relax you, it became easier and you became more undone.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispered into your ear, his heavy breath tickling it. He finally removed his fingers and grabbed the dildo at the end of the bed, bringing up to your lips.
“Show me what those pretty lips of yours can do.”
You stuck out your tongue and licked a long stripe on the toy in a tantalizing slow motion, causing Jungkook to grunt. That damn smile of yours was going to kill him. You were the perfect minx—sweet and naughty. He didn’t have to tell you to suck it because you already were.
“Such a good girl. You’re going to handle my cock so well.”
He removed the dildo out of your mouth and reached into his nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. You stared at it like it was foreign to you and Jungkook was quick to notice.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can take it. I know it.”
He chuckled, admiring your determination. “Still, I want to take my time. Besides… it’s not every day I get to fuck someone so beautiful.”
He popped open the cap and squeezed a decent amount of lube onto the toy. Then he got back in between your legs and slowly began to insert it into you. You squirmed from the slippery, cold contact but Jungkook captured your lips into a deep kiss, igniting your body with fervor.
He thrusted the dildo as deep as he could, stopping when there was resistance from your panties. Which you were more than thankful for because you already felt full. But then he began to pump it in and out of you at a steady pace, only accelerating when your moans became more constant.
“Shit, shit,that feels so—“ Your words were swallowed by his lips and that stirred something within you, allowing Jungkook to easily glide the toy back and forth. He soon increased his speed, the obscene sounds your pussy was making the only thing that could be heard in the room.
You broke away from the kiss and began tearing up from the intensity.
“J-Jungkook, I think—“
You couldn’t, actually. Your orgasm crept up on you and made your entire body convulse. You shut your eyes to only see white, your ears were ringing, and your pussy surrendered to the pleasure.
Jungkook removed the toy out of you gently and then kissed your sweaty forehead, giving you a bunny-tooth smile as you calmed down from your high.
“Did you cum?”
You smacked his arm playfully. “Did I cum… pfft. No, actually. I’m waiting for a real man to make me cum. With a fat cock.”
“Well not to toot my own horn but…” He grinded his swollen cock against your thigh. “I think I meet the requirements.”
Now that things slowed down, this was the first time you really got to look at his cock properly. He wasn’t kidding about needing to prep you. It was as big as your dildo but much more girthier. It was a mouth-watering sight.
Flipping the switch, you got on top of Jungkook this time. His eyes widened in surprise but then eased into a smile. You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.
“Let me take care of you now.”
“But I want to fuck you so bad.”
“You can wait, darling. My pussy is yours.”
His dick twitched at that. You giggled as you got in between his thighs, stroking his member a few times to hear those cute, breathy moans of his.
Will it fit…? God, I hope so.
“Are you afraid you can’t take it?” Jungkook asked with concern. Shit. Did you say that out loud???
“I can. I will.”
“We don’t have to if you don’t—“
“Jungkook,” you said, squeezing his dick tightly, almost like a warning. “I can take it like a good girl. And if not, I’ll tell you. Okay?”
He closed his eyes and nodded as you began to suck him off. There was no way you could take all of him in your mouth but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. You went as far as you could and stopped when your gag reflex kicked in. Using your hand to stroke the area you couldn’t reach, you swirled your tongue and bobbed your head up and down.
Jungkook’s abs clenched and unclenched at the action and he rested on his elbows to watch you. The way your bra cupped your breasts at this angle was enticing, your pretty lips working so hard to please him, and the view of your ass in those panties could make him cum right then and there.
“Fuck, you’re so good at this—don’t stop.”
You smiled at the praise and continued, loving how he took a sharp inhale of breath when you cupped his balls. He put his hand on your head and pushed you down gently, not wanting to overdo it with his size. You controlled the pace, but he just wanted to touch you and admire you.
“You’re too good to me…”
You released his dick with a satisfying pop sound, kissing the tip and smiling. “Teach me what you like.”
“I love everything you do,” he said, grunting when you began stroking him again from the base to the tip. “Your hands are so much softer than mine.”
You stopped momentarily to spit on your hand before resuming your lewd actions and he threw his head back.
“Fuck [Y/N]. That’s so hot.”
“Yeah? Have I been a good girl? Are you going to reward me?” He snatched your wrist, his eyes darkened and full of lust.
“Can you handle it?”
You turned around on all fours, shaking your ass side to side to tempt him. “Take me, baby. Raw.”
His OJO face returned from your bold suggestion and you flashed him a wink.
“I’m on the pill. Promise,” you informed.
A burst of energy surged within him as he grabbed the bottle of lube and hurriedly squeezed some onto his cock. You giggled when he squirted a bit too much, haphazardly trying to divide it between two hands and spreading it evenly. But things turned serious when he grabbed your hips, yanking you closer to him.
He pulled your panties to the side and ate you out from behind first, loving how delicious your backside looked with them on. You moaned in delight and he placed a hand on your upper back, forcing your face down into the mattress. His tongue dipped into your folds and he flicked it on your clit a few times, loving the whiny sounds you were making. Then he pressed his entire mouth onto your pussy and sucked hard.
You were overwhelmed with pleasure and were on the verge of cumming when he removed his mouth and replaced it with something else.
“Are you ready?” He teased his tip at your leaking entrance and you shuddered.
“Yes, please fuck me.”
“Breathe baby. Relax as much as you can.”
You obeyed, feeling him push himself into you smoothly, knowing he prepped you more than enough. At least, that’s what you thought until he got in halfway. From there on, it felt like he was invading your walls and stretching you to new limits.
There was a mild discomfort and Jungkook kissed your back lovingly to relax your tense muscles. You sighed and allowed him to bottom out, feeling the wind knock out of you when he did.
“God!” you shouted, fisting his bedsheets.
“F-Fuck… you feel amazing I—can I move? Does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt… I just feel really full.”
“Okay,” he said in a restrained voice. “I’ll go slow.”
He gripped your hips tightly, like he needed something else to focus on or else he’d lose control and fuck the living daylights out of you. He eased himself out of you but only half way, wanting to savor your warmth a bit longer. Then he pushed himself back into you, making sure to go as slow as possible.
“Your ass looks amazing in these. You should wear them again.”
Your heart fluttered at the thought of doing this with him again. “Maybe if you spank me.”
He stilled his hips. “You really want me to?”
You began rocking your ass back and forth on his cock. “Yeah. I’m not that fragile… I can take it rough when I want to.” You swore you felt his cock twitch at this. “Hmm, looks like that excited you. You wanna fuck me rough, Jeon?”
He delivered a spank on your cheek, the sensation sending waves of pain and pleasure through your body. Your pussy tightened from this and it made Jungkook hiss. He spanked the other cheek and then both cheeks and you moaned, the slight pain distracting you from the girth of his big cock.
“You think you’re in a position to be a brat?” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up so you were on all fours again. Laying on top of your back, he whispered in your ear, “Do you know how badly I want to fucking ruin you?”
He bit the shell of your ear and you let out a content sigh as he slowly thrusted in and out of you.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he reminded you. “But god, you feel so good. So tight. So slippery and wet. I just wanna have my way with you.”
You couldn’t wait anymore. “Please do. Make my pussy remember the shape of your cock. It’s yours to wreck.”
Jungkook got off your back and grabbed a nice fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, forcing your head up as he thrusted into you to the hilt. That feeling of being full hit you full force and you submitted, letting him rock his hips back and forth to the pace he deemed fit. He undid your bra with his free hand, letting the undergarment fall onto the bed as he cupped one breast.
Your moans came out unashamed and full of whiny desperation. The intensity was becoming too much, but it felt too good to stop. There was no more discomfort, only lust and the desire to be fucked so hard that it had your eyes rolling. And Jungkook was more than willing to deliver.
He then grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it under your stomach, pushing your back down until you laid flat.
“I’m not sure, but I read this makes things feel better on Reddit,” he explained quickly as he helped remove your panties. “But let me know if you want me to stop.”
You’re smitten by the fact he cared this much about you but also trying hard not to laugh at how he admitted to going to Reddit for sex advice. He was too precious.
“I will.”
With your ass propped up higher thanks to the elevation of the pillow, Jungkook eased into you once more and you bit into your pillow. He started to slam his hips into you, gripping onto the headboard to steady himself.
“Fuck!” you said through gritted teeth.
“Am I going too fast?” he breathed, slowing down his thrusts.
“No, it’s okay. I want it. I want you.”
Your words unleashed his primal urges to finally give it to you. He shoved his cock deep inside you, each thrust making your ass jiggle, the sight so unbelievably sexy that he had to spank you again.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me harder!” you shouted. Jungkook laid on top of you, wrapping his bicep around your neck and planted a kiss on your cheek as he fucked you harder. You begged him to choke you and he obliged, squeezing your neck just enough to make you slightly dizzy.
It was euphoric having that slight danger while being used for his pleasure. Your pussy tightened so much that Jungkook felt he was going to cum.
He slowed the roll of his hips and then pulled out, quickly flipping you onto your back. Thanks to the pillow from earlier, your hips were propped up at the perfect height.
“Spread your legs for me. Wider. Hold them open.”
You were so drunk on lust that you did everything he asked. He held onto your thighs and inserted his cock into you again, the new angle making your moans come out strangulated. He was so huge, you swore his tip was brushing against your cervix. Picking up the pace gradually, you took the abuse of his fat cock and screamed at how good it felt.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Jungkook said through pants, wrapping a hand around the column of your neck. “I’m gonna cum.”
His hips began to stutter and you felt your pussy growing sore from the stretch. Anymore and you’d be in tears. You wanted to cum too, so you snuck your hand down to your clit and rubbed in circular motions. Jungkook used the last remaining bits of strength to fuck you for a few more minutes, which was more than enough for you to reach your climax.
Cumming a second time was more painful than the first time due to the over sensitivity. But somehow it was more enjoyable because you had never felt something so intense. Jungkook kept coaxing you with sweet words, promising he was almost finished.
He rutted into you for the last few seconds, counting 3, 2, 1 before spilling his seed inside you. His body laid on top of yours, the two of you sticky and sweaty but it was comforting just being in his embrace.
“Jungkook?”
“Yeah?”
“Get off. We gotta pee.”
He laughed at your serious tone. “I think I need another shower. Care to join me?”
Your roommate literally just fucked your brains out 5 minutes ago. Why were you feeling self-conscious in the shower with him? It didn’t make sense!
With the hot water on, you took a deep breath before feeling a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.
“Questions, comments, concerns?”
Oh my god, you had to marry this man. “Um… I think I’ll be sore for the next few days.”
“I’m sorry.
“Don’t be. I enjoyed it a lot.”
He turned you around, so that you were facing him. “Enough to do it again?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Tonight?”
“W-Well… I mean—“
Look at him fumbling over his words. Adorable. “You’re such a pervert.”
“I can’t help it. You turn me on.”
You covered your chest, feeling shy. “Is that all I’m good for…?”
He immediately understood what you meant. “Of course not. Look at me,” he said while tilting your chin up. “Don’t you know how I feel about you?”
Your lips curled into a smile. “Well I learned today that you jerked off to my panties and you count down before you cum.”
You couldn’t help but explode into laughter at his OJO face when he heard you say that.
“Hey! I do it to let you know when it’s coming!”
“Yes sir,” you teased with a salute. “I appreciate your punctuality, sir!”
“Oh my god, you’re so cheeky.” He hugged you again and booped his nose into yours. “I like you. You know, when a boy likes a girl and they go out on a date and then—oh shit, I did things backwards.”
You giggled. “I think I prefer it this way. I like you too. I’ve… liked you for a long time.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because! I didn’t want to make things awkward. But I guess things ended up being awkward anyway…”
“Because you were masturbating to me?”
He had such a proud smile on his face.
“Whatever! Panty thief!”
“You left them there.”
“You should’ve told me!”
“I did!”
“After you had your fun! You are so—”
He gave you a surprise peck on the cheek to distract you.
“Awesome?” He smooched you again. And again. You couldn’t help but giggle.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Mmhmm. So… do you want to stay in my room tonight?”
“As long as you warm me up.”
“Oh, for sure. I’m great at that.”
“Because of experience or Reddit?”
There was his OJO face again. “Hey~!”
I truly hope you enjoyed the fic! Thank you for giving my writing a chance. :) Also I have an AO3 if you're more comfortable commenting there. Thanks!
summary: you owed a friend a favour, a favour which entailed a blind date. but the catch, it was only blind on your side.
genre/rating: strangers to lovers au (?), blind date au with a lil angst. a lil fluff. and a lot of smut (minors do not interact). 18+
word count: 10.1k
warnings: very awkward first encounter, jk is slightly obsessed, mentions of heartbreak and insecurities, oh so v dramatic, mature language, a lil cheesy romance, and very passionate sex. smut warnings (18+): body worship, slight dom/sub dynamics, soft dom!jk, oral (fem and male recieving), fingering, so much praise, dirty talk, very intimate, lots of kissing, biting/marking, overstimulation, protected sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, power play, manhandling, needy!jk, lots of cum, and aftercare <3
a/n: hi. a quick backstory, i used to write on here. but lost inspiration. and now i am back, with new inspiration. i have been army for fourteen months now (a lil baby), and i want to start writing again. i didn’t mean for it to be this long btw. anyways, i hope you like this but lmk! feedback is always appreciated. i really wanna interact and get to know people on here :) disclaimer: i am not a professional writer by any means, so this is no shakespeare masterpiece. but it’s something lmao.
So maybe it was just a tiny bit awkward, which was not entirely your fault. Blind dates weren’t your forte per se. And clearly, they were not his either.
Exactly three minutes and thirty-two seconds had passed since you sat across from the mysterious man. The number was oddly specific because the nerves had you checking your wrist every two seconds.
What had you so nervous in the first place? It could be the fact you were seventeen minutes late. Or maybe that the dress code for this date had been lost in translation. Or the fact you can't remember the last time you were on a proper date.
No, you were nervous because you were sat across from, possibly, the most beautiful man on the planet. His aura radiated confidence, power and prowess. If you were watching an animal planet documentary, he would be on the top of the food chain. The apex predator.
It was intimidating. You sat on the uncomfortable wooden stool, allowing his dark eyes to consume you. At first glance, they had seemed innocent as if they belonged to a child. It was the first thing you had noticed about the man. However, just as a kid, the initial curiosity had settled. They had been judging you, sizing you up.
They had explored your appearance and features, before glancing at his own watch. Evidently, not pleased with your tardiness. His eyelids relaxed, covering the whites of his piercing gaze. You had weakly smiled at the gesture, offering an apology as you hesitantly took a seat.
Your hands had immediately found a home on your lap, intertwined and sweaty. This had not been the plan for the first interaction. It felt as though you were in the principal's office. Your index finger and thumb pinched your dress as you began to rethink and regret every decision.
You wore a simple mid-length black dress, that hugged your body. It wasn’t fancy by any means, but, before the date, you had googled the location, information that your friend kindly shared. It was a small bar, off the beaten track, hidden in a corner of the buzzing city. A den of sorts. You had thought it was a speakeasy.
Your company for the evening had decided on a much more casual outfit. Denim jeans and a black oversized shirt. You noticed a black leather jacket on the stool next to him, a packet of cigarettes peeking out from the pocket. A tattooed hand caressed a glass of whiskey on the small oak table. Why was he so frightening in this setting?
The bar was quiet. Three other couples and a few stranglers occupied the cosy setting. Your eyes quickly surveyed the area, mapping out a safe escape. Like you were cornered prey.
You don’t know if it was the flames that were ablaze in the fireplace, but the temperature had grown exponentially causing the light makeup to become dewy in the lowly lit room. Lips were dry as you tried to find the words to finally break the silence.
The man silently watched your struggle, enjoying the way you were melting beneath his gaze. He wasn’t a cruel man, but he found it amusing that he had this effect on you. A total stranger.
“Are you okay? You aren’t sick are you?” He teased with a slight smirk appearing across his face, which he graciously hid by raising the glass to his lips.
Your heart snapped, chest tightening. This was utterly embarrassing. “No.” You muttered, ripping the cropped jacket from your body. “Just very hot in here.” His tongue poked at his cheek concealing the smile. His action made the room a thousand times hotter.
“A red wine for the lady.”
Startled, you twisted your body to face the intruder. “I was told that was your go to.” You heard the stupidly handsome man say, as you thanked the bartender who placed the drink in front of you.
“Um, yeah. That was very kind of you. Thank you.” The end of your sentence drifting off into the humid air as you were reminded that you had no idea who he was.
“Jungkook.”
You shyly nodded, as if you were being scalded for not answering a question right. Fuck, this was pathetic. Grabbing the wine glass, you took a gulp. Not very ‘lady-like’, but liquid courage was needed if you were to continue to look this man in the eye.
“Y/N” you answered, wiping the red stain from your lips.
He chuckled at the action. Which for some unknown reason, he thought was cute. But nothing was cute about this scenario.
He had anxiously waited nearly twenty minutes for your arrival. Fingers tapping his empty whiskey glass, silently praying you would show up. He may have had one or two before you arrived, trying to calm his own nerves.
His older friend, Namjoon, had mentioned you multiple times. Telling stories of your shared college years and your friendship. He painted you out to be this outgoing, caring, and smart woman. How if he was ever in trouble, you’d be the person he’d call. Mature, reliable, and loyal. All these attributes were what Jungkook desired in a partner. What he needed.
Admittiedly, Jungkook was lost. His life had been a struggle. He hadn’t found his place in the world yet. But slowly and surely, he could feel himself getting there. Finding himself amongst the masses. And this was his chance.
When Namjoon mentioned you had thought about dating again, Jungkook practically begged him to set up the date. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook had been admiring you from afar.
Everything he had learned about you from Namjoon had solidified his interest in you. From your hobbies to your habits. You weren’t a stranger to him. He wasn’t a creep or a stalker. But when your name was mentioned in conversation, his ears perked. Absorbing every minor detail.
The second your frame appeared through the door, Jungkook’s heart plummeted to his stomach. If he was hooked to a monitor, it would’ve flatlined. Completely, entirely beautiful. Jungkook had seen photos of you with Namjoon, at a party or a gathering. But he swore, as cheesy as it sounded, they did you no justice.
But because Jungkook was still a boy a heart, he thought the best way to approach this date was to act cool and reserved. Thus, he mentally slapped himself, gathering composure as you entered the bar and walked towards him.
So the evident awkward atmosphere was also partially his fault.
“Namjoon has mentioned you before” you chirped, distracting Jungkook from the internal beating he was giving himself.
“Oh yeah? Only good things I hope” Jungkook cringed, wanting to slam his face against the table. Jin and his Dad jokes had subconsciously infiltrated his brain.
You giggled causing his ears to ring. Was he dying? If so, an angel sat before him, radiating the kindest, warmest smile he had ever experienced. He wanted to record that moment and put it on a loop for eternity.
The sudden change in Jungkook’s behaviour helped you regain some composure. The hard exterior was slowly breaking in front of you.
Namjoon had forced you onto this blind date. Claiming this guy would be your type. And also pointing out that you owed him for the countless calls he had to endure after your not-so-gracious breakup. Which you had countered by saying ‘that is what friends are supposed to do’ to which he argued ‘the amount of times he had carry you home after a drunken night was excessive’.
Maybe not your finest moment. But your ex had blindsided you, abruptly announcing he wasn’t in love with you anymore.
Namjoon has told you nothing about who you were meeting. Just that he was a friend. But you didn’t know it was that friend.
“Well, he mentioned that you are a bit, um, wild” you admitted, biting your lip as you avoided his stare. Shit, how long have you been running from eye contact at this stage?
Let’s say, Namjoon had once or twice, talked about his dismay regarding his younger friend's actions. His reckless behaviour was not appealing to his friend. They had shared an apartment for exactly twelve months before Namjoon called quits.
Jungkook’s eyes bulged at the discovery that his friend had shit-talked him to his crush. Sighing, his hand swooped through his hair as he concluded that this date was doomed. His chance disappearing before him.
“But” you continued. “He also mentioned how hard-working and determined you are. That you don’t turn away at the first obstacle. Which is admirable.”
Your eyes and his lock. The once intimidating gaze had disappeared, a softer, hopeful one replacing it. You were slightly confused.
“I am still trying to figure it all out honestly.” He spoke, nearly whispering the sentence as if he was ashamed. “I just want to try everything, give everything my all before I decide whether it’s what I want or not. I wouldn’t say that is admirable.” He clarified, chuckling as to mask his anxiety.
Why, of all people, did he think you were the person to expose his deepest feelings? Probably the alcohol. Easiest thing to blame.
“It tells me a lot about the kind of person you are.”
Silence. Jungkook didn’t know what to make of your comment. Was that a good thing? Did you like that kind of person? Absorbed in his thoughts, he stiffened. The awkwardness returning. You grabbed your glass of wine, taking a final sip.
“I am sorry Jungkook, but this doesn’t seem like it’s going to work.”
Shattered, his skin turned pale. A disaster. He couldn’t even spark your interest for longer than thirty minutes. Hesitant, he nodded, chugging down the remains of his own drink.
“No need to apologise Y/N. It was worth a shot” he smiled, trying to hide the heartbreak. He really did think he had a fighting chance. To win over the girl of his dreams.
“Let me walk you home, it is late. Namjoon would kill me if he found out I left you out there by yourself.”
“Thank you, but I only live five minutes away. I will be fine—“
“Please, I insist.”
You debated, maybe it was a bit late to be walking home alone. “If you are sure.”
Jungkook immediately grabbed his jacket, throwing it around his broad frame before gathering your bag and jacket, handing them to you. “Let’s go.”
Thanking him, you wrapped yourself in the light material, clutching the bag as you began to follow him to the exit.
Why did you end the date? Because you could feel him breaking your heart already. He was genuine. Too precious for you. He would promise you the world, and you would take it. But was that fair? No.
You realised, it was too soon. The cuts too deep to heal.
Some things in life are unfortunate, and they break people and leave them there to mend the pieces. You had let your insecurities win yet another mental battle in that moment. You didn’t deserve love. You couldn’t reciprocate it.
His figure cast a shadow on your fragile state as you left behind the possibility of starting over, leaving the warm bar behind and entering the dimly lit street. The cold breeze immediately attacked your skin, but the close proximity of Jungkook protected you from a full slaughter.
Jungkook stopped by the lamppost outside of the newly discovered hellhole, opting to light a cigarette to use the nicotine to ease his pain. A deep inhale allowed the mixture of chemicals to entire his system. He held for a few seconds, feeling the breath on his back copy his actions.
Exhaling, he turned to face you. “Where do you live?”
You blinked, completely forgetting that this man was practically a stranger. Comfort was found in his presence. “Yeah, sorry. Just follow me.”
And so he did. Step in step. He followed you along the quiet, darkened path.
As you began to walk under the rotten blossom trees, sudden ‘pitter patters’ reverberated off the dying leaves.
Just give me a break.
Removing the jacket from your body, you used it as a shield from the wet droplets. Jungkook did the same, using his leather jacket as an umbrella.
Once situated, you began to thread through the night. The path had brightened at the end of the blossom tunnel, and Jungkook’s eyes scanned your upper body. The small cropped jacket offered no protection. Your skin was littered with goosebumps due to the weather conditions.
Without thinking, Jungkook ran to your side, grazing you. He extended his arm, expanding the leather above your head. “Put your jacket back on, you’ll freeze.” He ordered.
Your cheeks dampened even though you were sheltered. Whispering gratitude, you tossed the jacket over your body, hugging yourself for comfort. Your head hung low, watching your feet drag against the floor.
“You don’t need to be kind to me. You shouldn’t.” You said whilst attempting to hide the cracks in your voice. But Jungkook’s eagle ears heard and that was the last straw.
Scanning the surroundings, he saw a porch sheltered by a cabana in the public playground. With a hand on the middle of your back, he guided you to it. You didn’t fight, just accepted it.
The downpour began to gain momentum as you picked up the pace. Once under the stable structure, you finally caved. Your tears flowed rapidly, matching the stream of rain. Cold and vulnerable.
The urge Jungkook felt to protect you, to engulf you, was animalistic. He couldn’t stop himself. He dropped his drenched jacket, wrapping his arms around you. And just like that, you were pulled into his chest, the warmth soothing some of the ache.
His posture softened to cradle you. Moulding himself to your delicate stature. It felt as though not a single inch of your skin was exposed.
He held you like that until your mind stopped racing and breathing slowed. With one last obnoxious sniffle, you unwillingly pried yourself from his body, pressing your hands against his forearms.
With the little courage you had, you looked up at him to offer yet another apology. But you were taken aback, thinking you’d meet the eyes of sympathetic man, yet all you saw was anger. Furrowed brows, a tight jaw with pursed lips.
“I am sorry—“
“Do not apologise. Are you okay? What happened?” Were the first words to leave his system.
Looking at the ground, you felt ashamed. You were supposed to have it all pieced together.
“Who did this to you?” He urged, pleading for you to open up.
“I did this to myself.” You snapped, not at him. At yourself. You pushed the wet strands of hair behind your ears, trying to make yourself a little more presentable.
In your peripheral, you saw a marble bench. Deciding your legs were too weak, exhausted from the exertion you just put your body through, you sat on the hard surface. Jungkook followed, squatting in front of you.
“If it’s any consolation, you look pretty, even when you cry”
“I don’t live far from here”
“Great, so we don’t have much further to walk in the rain” he whited.
Defeated and deflated, you sighed, looking at him with annoyance. He understood the suggestion behind your comment, however, he was not giving up on you just yet.
His knees were to his chest, arms folded neatly. The anger you once observed had dwindled into worry and sympathy. He knew that you were recently single, but didn’t know you were still recovering.
“Y/N” his voice softly echoed. “Talk to me, please. I know you don’t know me that well, but you should know I have cared about you for a while.”
He could immediately sense the change in your posture. “Not like that!” He rushed, not wanting you to feel threatened for a second in his presence. “Namjoon often talks about you. And he speaks so highly, admirably of you. Unfortunately, I can’t say he does the same about me.” He chuckles, in an attempt to ease the tension. Your features soften as you puff out a breath of air from your chest with a small smile.
“Anyways, I have been in awe of you. You sound like the purest person. The person that would be there through thick and thin. I don’t know why, but I gravitate towards you. I just want you all to myself. Tonight I wanted to prove to you that I am deserving of you. That’s why I asked Namjoon to set up this date. I wanted to prove to myself, that I deserve someone like you.” He sported a frown as he continued.
“But I have realised that I still have a lot of growing to do. That I am still immature. The way I acted on that date was stupid, and I am sorry. I was hoping the whole cold-hearted persona act would intrigue you. Foolish, but true.”
Perplexed, you just listened to him ramble. Trying to understand what was unfolding in front of you. He realised he was going off the beaten track, so he gathered himself by taking a slow breath.
“What I want to say, I do care. And I don’t want you in pain. I want you happy and healthy. Want to continue to blossom and bloom, even if I have to observe from afar. But, I- no sorry, you need to get over this obstacle to do so. And I am willing to help.”
Stunned. That is how you would describe yourself at this very moment. This not-so-stranger, had put the ball in your court. Gave you back the responsibility for your life. He didn’t take anything nor ask you for anything.
Although, minutes ago, you felt at your lowest, you were given the opportunity to overcome your hurt, your pain. And you were going to grasp it with two hands.
“Jungkook, I just feel so deflated. But you are right, this is my obstacle to climb. I have to stop feeling sorry for myself about the ‘what-ifs’. I can’t change the past, only heal and move on. And I am so sick of healing.’ You stated the facts. They were loud and clear. No more hiding. And you thought about your behaviour from the past twenty minutes and just laughed.
And you actually laughed. It was buried deep in you, but it lifted such a heavy weight off of you. If this man didn’t think you were crazy, he definitely did now.
To your surprise he joined in, crackling along with your insanity in that moment.
“A genuine laugh too? You are spoiling me now Y/N.”
You pushed his shoulder, rolling your eyes at his playfulness. You let the laughter die down before you decided to be bold. To finally choose you, not hide behind a world of pain any longer.
You placed a hand on top of his, engulfing it like he did with your body earlier. “I want your help.”
Jungkook froze for the umpteenth time that night. “Although I barely know you, I do know you’d be good for me. I just feel it and I can’t explain it. It might take me a while to accept it, but I deserve someone like you Jungkook.”
His mind must be deceiving him. He subtly pinched the skin on his arms, hoping you wouldn’t notice in case this was real. “And you deserve me and then some.”
Jungkook caved. His entire world collapsed around him. The evening took a one-eighty turn. He didn’t know how to respond, to hear the validation he craved. He was good enough.
Jungkook sprung to his feet, posture as straight as a pin as he ran his hand along his face, a smile erupting. Heavy breaths of air leaving his lungs as he processed your words. Mimicking his sudden movements, you rose to stand directly in front of him. Millimetres between your exhausted bodies.
Silence returned, but of a different kind. More like tension. Neither one of you knew what to do next. Both of you in shock from the unravelling that had just taken place in the children’s playground.
His eyes scanned your face, looking for something. A sign or signal. Something to help him determine his next move. Your eyes were like glass, their fragility reflecting in the moonlight. Cheeks wet, hair clumped and lip swollen. Although the scene was tragic, it was too much for the weakened man.
It was beautiful. You were beautiful.
Taking the initiative, he gently cupped your elbows causing your bodies to collide. A warmth engulfing the new couple.
Your forearms raised ninety degrees, hands finding comfort on his waist. Your fingers gripped the dampened material, gazing into his eyes. Pleading for something. Anything.
The world stopped, faith or gravity or Namjoon, whatever overseeing power was at play, had brought you together in this moment. It felt as if this was written in the stars, like this was supposed always to happen.
You and Jungkook.
Time was slow, everything in slow motion as Jungkook inched closer to your face. His neck concaving to allow his lips to hover over yours. His hot breath on your skin added to the warmth, sparking a fire in the middle of the abandoned park.
His eyelids became heavy, partially shielding his magnetic eyes. His pink tongue poked from his tight lips, swiping it across his dry lips. The small piece of metal embedded near the corner of his lips caught your attention as the coldness grazed you, as if testing the waters.
Seconds passed while Jungkook waited for any signs of hesitation or a change in body language. Giving you the opportunity to leave. But nothing.
Your eyes were wide open when your lips finally collided, crashing together to add more fuel to the burning flames. It was surreal, the way it was gentle but rough all at once. His lips rested against yours with force. Squished together, praying that this was real.
Your eyes collapsed, fingers tightening against his shirt, pulling his hips closer. He reciprocated your need, his hands trailing to the middle of your back, spread wide as they guided you towards him.
Both of your minds were turned to mush, completely enthralled in the moment. In the kiss. Every naturally born instinct had malfunctioned, both of you losing your breath.
Reluctantly, you pulled back, still retaining the strong grip on his clothing. You focused on your breath, allowing your heartbeat to return to a normal pace. Your eyes remained closed, knowing that if you even looked at Jungkook you would hyperventilate.
Jungkook was hyperaware. His senses turned up to the maximum as if he were Spider-Man in the middle of a war. He could feel your heartbeat through his hands, gradually slowing down. His ears honing in on your irregular breaths, drowning out the sound of the continuous droplets of rain against the roof. Eyes consuming you, all of you. His tongue licked his own skin as he did, tasting the strawberry lip balm you applied to his. But it was the smell of your perfume that was turning him into a madman. It was too real.
Once you felt stable, you opened your eyes staring at his black shirt which was stretched tightly across his torso due to your grip. Realising you were probably ruining the elasticity of it, you let go. Jungkook followed suit, releasing his hold on you, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of denim jeans. He shifted his centre of gravity onto the ball of his feet.
“Sorry” he mumbled, tongue playing with the warmed metal in his lip.
“Please don’t be” you weakly begged. You didn’t want him to regret that moment. “That was nice.”
His eyebrow piercing perked. “Only nice?”
Your lips curled, cheeks heated. “Maybe a bit more than that.” You giggled, like a five year old girl who was admitting her crush.
Jungkook dipped down stealing a single kiss. A simple peck. “Definitely more than that.”
Your eyes shot up, finding the courage to meet the man’s enchanting gaze. Bringing a hand to his sharp jaw, your thumb caressed his cheek. “Yeah maybe.”
The whole situation was so gentle. Sweet and innocent. As if it was written in a novel about young love. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
Jungkook, with the biggest smile on his face, grabbed your hand pulling you towards the waterfall that was falling at the edge of the cabana. He swiftly bent, grabbing his jacket off the floor, swooping it over your head. “Better keep up.” He playfully smirked.
And then, he starts jogging. You gasped, laughing as you tried to catch up, trying to limit the exposure to the rain. Grabbing his shirt, you slowed him down, allowing you to wrap an arm around his back. He looked down, adjusting the makeshift cover to ensure you were sheltered.
You both continued to run through the rain, guiding him by pointing your finger. No words were shared, just laughter.
You made it to your house in no time thanks to all the adrenaline that ran through your veins. Grabbing your keys from your purse, which you somehow didn’t lose through the entire rollercoaster, you opened the door, crossing the threshold. You shook your body like a dog, removing extra water droplets that had built up on your frame.
Jungkook remained outside, still holding his jacket above his head. Admiring how cute you looked. “You can come in.” You insisted, shifting your body to the side, giving him room to enter.
His cheeks hollowed, jaw tightened and Adam’s apple bobbed. Nervous. Slowly, he brought one foot across the threshold. His boba eyes evident as he soaked in your home. Once again, his inner child appeared. Carefully, the other foot crossed over, his body awkwardly turning to keep the sodden jacket outside.
“It’s gonna make a mess” he concluded as his efforts to try and remove some of the wetness rendered useless.
Your eyebrows furrowed trying to find a solution to the problem. “One second.”
Kicking off your shoes, you ran into the living room, grabbing an unused clothes hanger. Carrying it towards the entrance where Jungkook stood. His posture hilariously reminded you of those standing still memes. Pursing your lips, you tried to hide the laugh from escaping.
You extended the legs of the hanger, placing it above the mat at the front door. “You can leave it on there. Maybe it will dry a bit.”
He nodded, tossing the jacket onto the hanger, cringing when he saw the water droplets soak the mat underneath. “You can take off your shoes”
Jungkook gulped, his throat restricting. “Yeah, I will, uh, call a taxi. Should be here soon.”
“You don’t have to go so soon.” You tested, leaning against the wall. “Our first date went, well, not-so-great. But I want to make amends.”
“So soon?” He choked as he wasn’t expecting an invitation.
“Don’t want the night to end I guess.”
You turned away, walking towards the kitchen. Praying that he would follow. But you wanted to give him the opportunity to make his choice and not pressure him with your looming presence.
Grabbing two wins glasses from your cabinet, you hoped when you faced back towards the kitchen island, a figure would greet you. And your wish was granted.
“I don’t have any whiskey. I hope wine is okay?” You asked, as you grabbed an unopened bottle from the countertop.
“Thank you. Wine is perfect.”
Placing the bottle down, you grabbed a corkscrew from the cutlery drawer. Jungkook walked to the corner of the island placing a hand on the bottle. His free palm was extended flat towards you. “Let me.”
Handing him the bottle opener, he got to work removing the cork from the bottle. The veins in his arms flared as he twisted the screw, bottom lip tucked into his teeth. So domestic. So hot.
Fumes oozed from the longneck bottle as it popped, dragging you out of your thoughts. Eyes snapped towards the glasses to avoid getting caught. He tipped the bottle, allowing the red fluid to pour into the empty glass, creating thick waves in the confined space.
“Thank you Jungkook.”
“No thank you Y/N. Spoiling me. This looks like good wine.” He commented, not because he was a wine connoisseur, but because the label looked fancy.
“I only use it on special occasions.” You admitted, bringing the filled glass up to your lips.
Jungkook did the same, soaking up the view in front of him. Your pupils were tucked seductively behind your lids as you made eye contact with him. He couldn’t tell if it was on purpose.
You looked so pretty, so raw. Lips were swollen, skin puffy, clothes wet, and hair rustled. Jungkook was in awe. His mind wandering.
“Special huh. What makes this so special?”
“It’s like a new chapter I suppose. Drinking to a new beginning.” You shrugged, taking another sip.
Jungkook liked the sound of that. “To a new chapter.” He toasted, tipping his glass towards you.
Catching onto the memo, you clinked glasses. “To a new chapter.” You confirmed before joining Jungkook with a celebratory sip.
Resting the drink on the countertop, you finally took in your appearance from the reflection that was in the glass. “I look like a wet dog.”
“I have a dog. Bam.” Jungkook announced. “Doesn’t look like you when he gets wet. Would be nice if he did.”
You chuckled at his weird attempt at a compliment. “Thanks I guess.”
“No- no. I uh- I wasn’t comparing you to my dog. Nothing like that. Just trying to say you don’t look like a wet dog. You are much more breathtaking.”
Fuck. Why him? He was too good to be true. Too sweet. Like sugar. He would probably end up poisoning you, but right now, was too addicting.
You couldn’t stop what your body did next. Leaning forward to kiss him. It was a peck. But it had Jungkook turning into putty. Before you could go too far, his lips chased yours, crashing into them again. Not letting you slip away.
His arms caged you against the countertop, hands gripping the edge. Your hands fled to find safety on his chest. His lips started to move against yours. Working to find a slow, steady rhythm.
He couldn’t stop, you were too delicious. Your hands travelled further north, resting around his neck, fingers threading through his wet locks. Pulling him impossibly close. Nose pumping as you moved frantically wanting to devour him.
One of his hands moved to your hips, pulling you towards his own. Your back was curved into a c-shape as you moulded to his body. Things were getting messy, hands and bodies continuously colliding. The hand on your hip, slid under your thigh, pulling you up to sit you on the counter.
As you slid on the flat surface, you bumped one of the glasses. You gasped, closing your eyes waiting for the clashing sound. However, it never came, Jungkook’s fast reflexes preventing the fall. “Whoa, easy there.” He teased, settling the glass.
The near accident had broken the momentum. “Sorry, was eager.”
Jungkook shamelessly scanned your body, taking note of every detail. “Yeah? What has you so eager pretty girl?”
The question had you wanting to shrink. Shrivel into nothing. His demeanour overpowering you. You tucked your head into his chest, saving yourself the embarrassment. He caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head. You noticed how wet his shirt was as you leaned against it.
“You are soaked.”
“That’s supposed to be my line baby.” Jungkook smirked as you slapped his shoulder, pushing yourself off his chest.
“Such a playboy.” You groaned hoping down off the countertop. “You will get a cold. I will get you a change of clothes. Come on.”
And there is that caring woman Namjoon has mentioned. Jungkook followed you, into what he believed to be your room. You bent down to grab some oversized sweats causing Jungkook’s eyes to bulge from their sockets. Fuck.
“Here.” You said, extending your arm backwards to hand him the clean clothes. You continued to grab a pair for yourself, before straightening your posture.
“I’ll get changed in the bathroom.” You announced. “Actually, do you want to take a quick shower? To warm up?”
His jaw dropped. Your cheeks heated when you realised the innuendo that left your lips.
“I, fuck, not-“ “Will I be alone?”
He took a step forward, eyes burrowing into you. “Because I would be willing to take a shower if it’s with you.” He admitted, loving the effect he had on you.
Your words were stuck in your throat. Yes, you wanted to shower with him. But fuck, shower sex wasn’t the way you wanted to get the first taste of him.
Sensing your hesitation, Jungkook lowered his head, his lips fanning your ear. “Or I can think of another way to warm up.”
The whisper caused you to shiver, arms reaching out to grab the hem of his shirt. “Please.”
The beg was instinctive. It ticked off his biology, his primal need. Like a scavenger, he was ready to attack. His hands cupped your face, forehead resting against yours. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you need me.”
Your eyes connected, radiating the need and want that resided within you. “All yours Jungkook. Please.”
You barely finished the sentence before his lips were on yours again. Lips dancing with one another, teeth clashing as he desperately tried to get closer. You were the first to slip in a tongue, wanting to taste the poisonous sugar. He groaned, hands slipping down to your hips.
Tongues battled as he began to walk backwards, pulling you along for the journey. His legs hit the bed, knees collapsing to sit him down on the mattress. Your body chased him, crawling onto his lap, lips never disconnecting. You cringed once you realised the wet clothes were ruining the sheets. Jungkook felt your nose crinkle against his. “What’s wrong. Tell me.”
“We are wet and my mattress.” You whimpered.
“Fuck you are so cute.” He pecked your lips. “We can solve that issue real fast baby.”
His fingertips grazed your calf, just below your dress. “Can I take this off?”
You shyly nodded, scooting closer to him, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. His fingers tucked under your dress, pulling it up over your knees. It snapped, jumping to your upper thigh. His lips connected with your clavicle, licking and sucking at the skin. The dress was pulled further north, his hands resting at your hips.
“I’m so lucky. Fuck. Baby, lift your arms for me.” He murmured against your skin.
Immediately you followed his order. In hindsight, it was a bit pathetic. You responded as if the words had come from a police officer. You could see an eyebrow quirk below you, his teeth grazing the abused skin before leaning back.
His hands pulled the bunched dress up your body, uttering praise as he did. “Such a good girl. A goddess. Look at how beautiful you are.”
You were left in your underwear, dress thrown onto the ground. He was still fully dressed making your stomach twist and turn. The power he had over you in that moment, you felt weak. Your fingers played with his wet shirt, avoiding eye contact once again.
“Why don’t you get me undressed baby. We don’t want the water to seep into the mattress.”
Letting your hands fall, you started with his belt. Letting the metal clank as you undid it. You bit your lip when you saw how his hardness was sitting straight and pretty against the wet denim. The tips of your skin grazed it. Shit.
He watched as your stomach tightened, hips jerked. “Got me so hard. You like it baby?” Eyes focusing on your covered centre. “Are your panties wet because of the rain?”
You whimpered causing his hips to thrust upwards. Fuck, you sounded so good. Too good. He couldn’t handle the strip tease any longer. He ripped the shirt from his body.
With his skin finally disclosed, his waist looked tiny compared to his shoulders. The temptation, the teasing, it was all too much. Jumping off his lap, you unbuttoned his jeans, frantically pulling them off his hips. He aided by lifting his hips.
Both of you stilled in your naked frames. Staring into each other’s eyes with hunger and greed. Jungkook scooted up the bed, moving away from the wet patch. His abs were contracted as he sat, pecks flexed as he patted his bare lap. “Come back to me baby. Let me take care of you. You deserve it.”
And you were not going to deny him. You crawled into the bed, as seductively as you could, and found your home on his lap. Lips tangling once again. His hands immediately gravitated to your hips, pulling them to his clothed cock.
The first touch had you both in a trance. You both let out moans of pleasure. It was so warm, so hard, so inviting. “You never answered my question. Are you panties wet because of the rain?” He repeated, guiding your hips against his.
“Yes.”
“Really? Are you lying to me pretty?”
“No.”
He smirked, moving one of his hands to your front. His fingers grazed your clit, a whine escaping your lips at the slight contact. A finger slipped the material to the side, dipping into the true source of the wetness. “Now why would you lie? That is not what a good girl would do.”
Your hips grind against the single finger, needing more friction. “Sorry. I was embarrassed. Please.”
“You promise you’ll be good. Good for me. Don’t I deserve that baby?”
“Only for you.” You stated.
Pleased with your answer, he flipped you onto your back. Lips exploring your neck as his hips continued to grind against you. Your knees were bent, toes curled. He hovered over you, one forearm rested against your head, a hand cupping your head. The other placed on your thigh, holding you close to him.
His lips travelled south, sucking and licking, his way down to his desired destination. Small purple marks littering your bare skin. He placed a delicate kiss on the top of your covered mound. Fingers curling around the band. He sat on his heels, lips swollen as he drowned in the picture below him.
“Look so beautiful.” He groaned, grabbing your left calf, lifting it up into the air to kiss the inner side. “No need to feel embarrassed around me, ever.” He placed your leg on his shoulder. “Fuck, you are so good to me. Got me so hard baby. So close to cumming, haven’t even gotten a taste.”
“Please Jungkook.”
“Yeah baby, I know.” He started to pull the material from your body. “Let me?”
You nodded, lifting your hips allowing him to remove them with ease. He admired the view, sitting patiently on his feet. Folds glistening and messy. He wanted to make them so much more messier. His thumb rubbed up and down the exposed heat, playing with his food. “I won’t be able to stop. Tell me what you like baby. Please.”
Your hips buckled against his skin. “Just want you. Want your tongue. Now, please.”
“So good. Keep using your words beautiful. Sound so perfect.”
Before you could respond, his head dipped between your legs. The hands on the underside of your knees kept you nice and wide for him. His tongue wasted no time, licking a wipe stripe along your slit before placing his lips on your aching clit.
He growled against it, vibrations sent through your body sending your hands flying to his hair. Gripping the curly locks as you prepared yourself. You could feel him smiling before his lips engulfed the bundle of nerves. A light suck had your back arching off the bed. His hands had to anchor you down by pushing on your hips.
You laid there, allowing Jungkook to devour you. Licking and sucking every inch of the silky folds. His tongue tested and tried every technique, flat, pointed, circling, flicking. Until he found the one that made you cry out. Using precise movements, he continued to eat. And he ate and ate until your body screamed out.
“Jungkook, I am going to cum. So close.”
Pausing for a moment, he propped himself higher on his elbows. “Tell me baby, what do you need. Want my fingers too?”
You couldn’t respond, just whimpered. Hips raising to get closer to him again. “Greedy.” He muttered.
His lips connected back to your cunt, continuing to cover his face with your juices. His fingers joined the party, prodding at your weeping entrance. Slipping one finger, he gauged your response. You were in pure bliss.
Using a single finger, he moved it slowly, exploring your walls. The warm tongue that played with your clit had you begging for more. All you wanted was him. To be full of him. Only him.
He obeyed your pleas, adding another finger. His precise movements picked up the pace. The ‘come here' gesture made you lose your mind as it grazed against a very sensitive spot. Your breath hitched, fingers tightened against his long locks.
Jungkook didn’t dare stop. Even when you tried to run from the slaughter, he kept you pinned. “Fuck, Jungkook. Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted, the knot in your stomach snapping.
It exploded, the pleasure flooding your veins. Your head was light as you began to float. He continued, guiding you through your orgasm. He let you ride it out, slowing down when he felt your thighs twitch.
As you calmed, your eyes focused on the man you had to thank for the pleasure. And the view was sinister. His face was glistening with your wetness, covering his reddened plump lips, puffy cheeks, and chin. His eyes had darkened with lust. He kissed your inner thigh, slightly biting the skin.
He glanced back to where he removed himself minutes ago. “One last taste baby.”
His tongue ran from your clit to your hole, having one last lick. You whined at the overstimulation. “I know. But looked too good. Taste so much sweeter when you cum.”
“Fuck Jungkook, please. You talk so much. I can’t.” You huffed.
“Do you not like me talking to you? Don’t like hearing what I want to do to you? How I want to fold you in half and give you what want. Let my cock finally get a taste.”
You let out a pathetic cry. You wanted to hear it all. But you swear you could just cum from his voice if he continued. “Please. Want it. Want it right now.”
He climbed up the bed, straddling your thigh to allow his own thigh to press against your abused cunt. You could feel his hard member pressed against you, a wet patch present where his sensitive member sat. His upper body hovered above you, kissing the tops of your tits. “Did I neglect these gorgeous? M’sorry.” He slurred.
He pulled the flesh from the cups, kissing the newly exposed skin. The juices that remained on his skin smeared across your chest as his tongue swirled your nipple. You pushed down on his thigh, needing him. “Need your cock.”
“You are not too sensitive? We can kiss some more.”
“No.” You pleaded. “I love it. I want it.”
He moved to the other nipple. Circling and sucking on the darkened skin. “Fuck, tell me to stop if it’s too much. Condoms?”
He removed himself with a pop, following to where your fingers were pointing. He grabbed a condom from the top drawer of your nightstand. Quickly, he stripped the Calvin’s from his body, freeing his red, angry member.
You whimpered at the sight. Everything about him was too good. Too perfect. His large thighs, small waist, broad shoulders. His rustled hair, his tattoos. His structured facial features. And now, his curved, thick cock. Decorated with a large vein that protruded through the gentle skin from the base to the wet tip.
It throbbed as he ripped the condom open with his teeth. He pinched the top, rolling it down his length. It was all too attractive. You rose from the bed to where he kneeled. You grasped his shoulders, crashing your lips. His arms wrapped around your back, gelling your body together as you got lost in the kiss.
Using all your strength, you twisted his body, trying to lower him onto the bed back first. He complied, grunting as his body collapsed onto the firm mattress. You climbed onto his lap, hands on his chest.
His fingers dug into your hips, anticipating your next move. “Help me.” You pleaded raising your hips.
His hips thrusted upwards, missing the contact already. “Want you to put it in.” You begged.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, believing that was the hottest thing he ever heard. Although you were in total control in this position, you were giving him some power.
Spitting in his hand, he brought it down to his aching cock, spreading it along his length. He pressed the tip against your sodden folds, running it up and down. He rubbed it against your clit making you hiss. “Please, need it now. Been good.”
“So good for me. Just wanted to tease you baby. So cute.”
He moved his sensitive head back to your entrance, he could feel the vacuum, wanting to suck him in. You slowly sank down, inch by inch. Fingernails sank into his chest, leaving behind those beautiful crescents. He swore he would get them tattooed. Immortalise your touch.
It took everything for Jungkook to not pull you down and force you to take his full length. His tongue poked at his lip piercing, trying to focus on anything else. Your warmth consumed him entirely. He swore he could cum right there and then.
Meanwhile, you were shutting down. The stretch, the pleasure flooding your thoughts. The sensitivity of your cunt making you cry out as you continued to take length. Once you felt your thighs meet his torso, you let out a breath, giving you time to adjust. He sensed your struggle. He traced shapes along your side, cooing you. “Doing so good baby. Feel so tight. So wet.”
The praise that slipped from his lips, brought you back to reality. A sense of accomplishment pounding in your chest. You had this man below you mewling as you shuffled to find a comfortable position. “So big Kookie.”
“Fuck” he growled, thrusting upwards. “Yes baby, I am your Kookie.”
Unable to stay still any longer, you began to slowly lift your hips up, before slamming back down. Your hands on his chest acted as a stabiliser. Gave you the support you needed to find a steady, hard rhythm.
Your head was thrown back, feeling him filling you up repeatedly had you going cross-eyed. Moans and groans filled the room. Heavy pants as you continued to relish in the pleasure. The air thickened as a thin layer of precipitation glossed your skin.
Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way you looked so demanding and yet so elegant. Your lips parted with endless curses escaping, mixed with your cries. He watched as your cunt engulfed his cock, a white ring forming at the base. He loved you like this.
A certain stroke, had you collapsing. His tip digging somewhere deep within you, ecstasy shooting through your nervous system, paralysing you. His hands wrapped around your back, holding you close. “You okay? Too much?”
He was anxious, you had just suddenly stopped, screaming in pleasure, or so he hoped. “Your cock, too much.”
“Wanna stop? Take a break?”
“No, please. Kookie. Don’t stop.”
He kissed your temple, his torso rising off the bed. You were glued to him, not moving an inch. He folded his legs beneath you, with you sitting on top, legs hugging his waist. “This okay baby? This position?”
You bit your lip. “I don’t know if I have the energy.” You admitted, a bit embarrassed.
He kissed along your clavicle, his hands worked to unclasp your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders. He kissed each shoulder, before kissing you once again. Slow and steady. “Don’t worry baby, I got you.”
Grabbing your ass, he squeezed as he began grinding you against him, his cock nestled deep within your warm walls. He rocked you slowly, lips attacking every inch of his skin. This position was very intimate. It felt like you were under a spotlight, skin burning, goosebumps decorating your skin.
But it felt so good, your clit being stimulated by the collision when he pulled you forward. Your head was thrown back, embracing the feeling of his lips and his cock. Fingers digging into his scalp as he started to pick up the pace.
It was sloppy, like dry humping, both desperate to feel close. Jungkook was cracking, he knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. Your walls fluttered against him, contacting, tightening. “Y/N so close, shit.”
“Please cum.” You cried, beginning to rut against the man.
A primal grunt ripped through him. “You give me one more baby.”
Pulling his head away from your tits, you looked him in the eyes. Pupils dilated as if he had indulged on a class A drug. “Harder.” You begged.
Although this position was wonderful, and, oh, it was incredible, you knew it would take you a while to reach your high. Jungkook understood, immediately pushing you backwards. His cock slipped causing you to whimper at the loss.
He chuckled as he aligned himself before sinking back in, stilling once his pelvis touched yours. “So needy, so desperate. I was trying to be nice for you. But you just want it hard. You want me to be hard baby? Want me to take control?”
“Please fuck me.” You growled, so turned on.
“You ask for it, you get it baby.”
His hips snapped back before plummeting back in. So deep, so strong. Your body ricocheted, slightly moving up the bed. But he was caving you in, his elbows placed above your shoulders as he continued to pound into you. No where for you to run. Your fingernails carved into his back, trying to ground yourself.
“Kook” you panted, the knot immediately tightening in the pit of your stomach.
“Play with that pretty clit for me.”
Obeying the command, you swiftly move your hand to your swollen clit. The pleasure was intense, every inch catching flames. You couldn’t stop the sounds that fled. To muffle them, you attacked his neck and ear. Kissing and sucking the soft, dampened skin.
This action only encouraged him. He was panting, moaning in your ear as he continued the inhuman pace. It didn’t take long for him to feel your walls grip him, clamping him down. Making it nearly impossible to move. Your chest rose, tits pressing against him. The hand on his back, seeked refuge in his locks. Toes curled and legs shaking.
A wail erupted from you, as the knot finally snapped. You were overcome with the pleasure, black spots in your vision, ears ringing. You could barely hear Jungkook praising you through your high.
“Cum. Please.” You pleaded, voice horse and husky. Fuck everything about you was so hot.
Jungkook, who was solely focused on your pleasure, realised he compressed his own. Suddenly he felt his heavy balls, his stomach begging for release. He needed a bit more stimulation. But he didn’t want to risk hurting you. “Fuck feel so good, can I pull out. Wanna paint you baby.”
“Yes, please. Wanna see you cum.”
As he pulled out, the movement nearly made him blow. Raising up on his knees, he whimpered as he tore the condom from his body, admiring how it was covered in your essence. What a waste.
His hand gently swiped through your folds, gathering your juice to use as lube. Perking up on your forearms, you watched as he wrapped it around his cock. One pump, two pump, his thighs began to quake, stomach tightened, his abs carved along his abdomen. He was groaning and grunting, telling you how good you felt. His eyes closed as he focused on the pleasure. Sitting up, you reached forward, fingers grazing the vein that had caught your attention along his cock.
“Fuck. Shit.” His eyes snapped open at the new set of hands that joined his. He saw you lean forward, lips apart, tongue flat. As soon as your tongue met the precum that was pouring out of his tip, he lost it.
He moaned your name, a hand holding your hair as you took him into his mouth. Two bobs of your head and he was crying out. “Baby I am cumming. Wanna cum.”
You hummed around his tip. And the champagne popped. His cum flooded your tastebuds. The explicit sounds were pornographic. He couldn’t stop as his cum painted your mouth.
He kept pumping the length that wasn’t in your mouth causing him to whine as he purposely overstimulated himself. You pulled back, stunned as you saw how hard was. Although you couldn’t see, you knew you had swallowed a large amount.
“Sorry baby. It felt too good.” He whimpered. “Can’t stop.”
His cock was so pretty. So angry, so wet. His hand glided easily, pushing more precum from his little slit. Finally coming out of your orgasmic haze, you smirked. Pushing your tits together, you looked through your bashful eyelids. “You wanted to paint me Kookie. So paint me.”
His mouth was agape, no sound exiting as he just admired you sitting below him, looking so sexy and cute all at the same time. In the blink of an eye, a second orgasm crept up.
He watched as the spurts of white cum pumped out of his cock, landing on your beautifully marked skin. He sounded so submissive as his overstimulated and abused cock throbbed and twitched in his tight grip.
The pain suddenly overtook the pleasure, causing him to release his limp cock. He collapsed on top of you as you both settled on the bed, heavy breaths being shared. He tucked his head into the nook of your neck, leaving light wet kisses.
Realising that he was probably crushing you, he rolled over, pulling you with him. His hand rubbed your back, trying to calm you and your own aftershocks.
In your post-sex blissful state, you thought about the night's events. From the blind date, the playground, and then finally, to the bedroom. You just laughed. It was comical.
Jungkook didn’t know why you laughed, but it was contagious, and so he joined in. Chuckling along with you. He was honestly just happy to be there. To be with you in that moment.
Gathering composure, you rested your chin on his chest. “I mean this date was something else.” You joked, poking at his cheek. “You have a different kind of charm Jeon Jungkook.”
“Hopefully that charm worked on you.” He quirked, pushing away the fallen locks from your face.
“Seeing as we are just laying here in your cum, I think it worked.”
Jungkook scrunched his nose at the reminder. The sticky sensation between your bodies became evident. “Yeah sorry about that. I, um, don’t know why, I just wanted to feel your skin. But come on.” He tapped your ass making you giggle. “Let’s get us cleaned up.”
You hummed in agreement, getting off of him, scooting to the side of the bed, letting your legs touch the ground. The stiffness in your legs was obvious as you tried to rise. Jungkook had no issues, doing some kind of parkour to get off the bed.
He walked over to you offering a hand, to which you gladly accepted. He smiled watching you struggle, pride erupting through his chest. Yeah, I did that.
You wrapped a hand around his waist, like you did when you ran home in the rain. He guided you to the en-suite bathroom. “Shower?” He asked, kissing your temple.
“Please. But no funny business.” You warned, pointing at his dick.
He chuckled, raising his hands as you walked towards the open shower, twisting the handles to allow the hot water to run. You stood underneath the stream, loving the warmth. Jungkook admired the way the relaxation overcame your body. Your shoulders shrunk, eyes closed.
Jungkook almost felt guilty joining you in your little paradise. He tip-toed in, not wanting to disturb. Your eyes pried open as you heard the squeak of the porcelain floor. He looked so small, so hesitant. “Come here, the water is so nice.” You insisted, grabbing his wrist to guide him closer.
He stood there, a frown on his face as he watched the water trickle down your body. “I will have to paint you again soon. I miss the picture already.”
“Mister, no funny business.”
Jungkook chuckled at your stern voice. Once again, his hands were raised in defence. “Let me clean you.” He said grabbing your loofa, pouring body wash onto it. “No funny business.” He clarified.
It was your turn to laugh, letting him wash your body. His hands caressed every crevice, paid attention to every inch. His lips kissed the newly made marks, ensuring they got the extra attention they deserved.
Returning the favour, you cleaned his body, giving extra care to the marks and scrapes. The shower was like a second round, so intimate, but without any sexual intention. It was weird, but so nice.
“Sorry about the scrapes.” You apologised as you dried your bodies, seeing the marks through the mirror. They looked raw. Sore.
He furrowed his brows, looking over his shoulder. The deep marks visible. “Might not wear a shirt for a while. Need an ego boost.”
You squinted your eyes, scolding him as you playfully pushed his shoulder. “Don’t be sorry. I like them. Nearly as much as the person that made them.” He kissed your cheek. “Let me grab some clothes.”
And with that, he exited the bathroom leaving you with your thoughts. Was this moving to fast? He is a stranger, right? You can’t be doing this, you’ll just end up getting hurt. He doesn’t know you. Doesn’t know all your quirks and habits, your pet peeves. Why would he be so invested all ready. Throwing around confessions like that. Is there something I am missing?
“Hey, you okay?” He asked, placing the clean clothing on the sink. He could see you were consumed with thoughts, standing still in the middle of the bathroom.
“Jungkook, I just don’t understand you. We barely know one another but you seem so certain that this will work.” You wrapped your body in a towel, opting to not be in your most vulnerable state for this conversation.
Jungkook had his boxers on already. His cheeks hollowed, biting his cheek. “Y/N, I don’t know how to answer that without sounding insane.”
“The truth.” You simply stated.
He ran a hand through his wet locks, gripping the roots. “I just- fuck. I have been admiring you for a while. Namjoon mentions you a lot, and the person he talks about, that is the person I want. Look I can’t say this will work, but I want to give us a try. And I have always had a habit of jumping in head first. I am sure Namjoon has mentioned my lack of patience.”
You pursed your lips, hiding the small smile. Yeah, Namjoon has mentioned it a few times.
“But one thing I can promise, I will give you everything. All of me. I don’t expect you to accept it all now, I know you are still recovering. But I just want you to know I am willing and ready to be by your side as you pick up those pieces.”
Maybe this was too good to be true. But what if it was true? You have always been so calculated, but tonight had been the first time in a long time you just did, not think. And it had been amazing. Not a single regret. So maybe you should be crazy for once.
You stepped towards him, wrapping your arms around him. Hugging him. He immediately reciprocated the action. Holding you tight.
— your mechanic is hot, so you break your car just to see him. unfortunately, he catches up to your sneaky act.
warnings: car sex, skanky!reader, p&v, fingering, praise, big dick!jk, rough sex, dirty talk, not proofread
You come back into his shop, it was empty, and you had lost hope. You think he’s not here. It’s quiet and peaceful. There’s not one sound to be heard.
You stand there, your car tire has been suspiciously popped. And you can’t help but feel pathetic. Why were you doing this. Was it for attention. No. You actually loved this man.
“You again?” He randomly slides out from under a car and you jump a little. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No. You didn’t scare me.” You blush, brushing your hair behind your ear.
“Oh?” He stands up, towering over you. “You seem pretty scared to me.”
“M-my car.” You tremble, trying to step back. You accidentally trip over a stool and he was quick to catch you.
He slipped his hand around your waist, “watch your step, darling.”
You feel him support you, bringing you back to your feet. He steps back to see you had gotten dressed in a short, short skirt and a thin shirt. He was rather shocked. But turned on none the less.
“Thanks.” You say.
He smiles, “no problem.” He puts his tool on a shelf and walks back to you. “So, about your car.”
“Oh, um.” You were trying to find words. You struggled tremendously.
He chuckled, “did it run out of gas. Or is it an actual problem.”
“Don’t treat me like I’m dumb.” You giggled a little.
“Maybe if you didn’t ruin your car…” he muttered.
You were shocked, “what?”
“Shh, don’t be so defensive. I know you like me.” He gave you a wink. You blush and he’s quick to notice your embarrassment. “Don’t worry. You’re the first girl to ever take her time like this.”
“What do you mean?” You were playing dumb and it was obvious.
“Coming here almost twice a week. This is the seventh time we’ve seen each other and you’re now wearing a skanky outfit.” He clicked his tongue, being slick with his answer.
“B-but I-“
“It’s okay. What’s up with your car?” He cuts you off, walking into another garage to take a look at your purposely recked vehicle.
“The tire popped.” You answered.
He gets on his knees to take a look and he examines the tire. He looks up to you with a smile, full of amusement.
“You’re a sneaky little fox.” He chuckled. “You’re so pretty too.”
“Mmh?” You questioned him.
“Don’t play dumb sweetie. If you wanna pop a tire, especially yours. I’d advise you use something other than a knife.” He stands, getting closer to you.
“Well, I-“
“Shh just admit. You’re a little crazy for me huh?” He stroked your cheek and you immediately fell into his trance. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
“J-Jungkook.” You whisper his name, sending shivers down his spine.
“What is it darling?” He asked.
“I want you.”
“I want you too baby.” He gently lifted you up into his arms, letting your body rest in his embrace. He kissed you, letting his tongue explore your mouth.
“Mmm!” You moaned into his mouth.
He opened your car door and laid you down in the back seat. He then closed the door and put himself on top of you.
He was quick to his actions and wants. Unlike you who was too scared. But too confident to tease. He ran his hands on your waist, pulling your thin shirt up to reveal your breasts.
“Such a naughty girl.” He kissed your chest and lead his hand down between your thighs.
“Fuck. Please.” You plead.
“What does my pretty girl want?” He cooed, kissing your breast gently.
“You’re cock…” you answer.
“So quick to what you want baby.” He pulled your skirt off your legs and hissed at the look of your venerable body.
“Please-“
“Desperate, aren’t you?” He kissed down your throat, leading lower and lower.
Once he kissed your stomach, he led his fingers to your right cunt had pushed a finger in. You let out a sigh and moaned.
“Ooh fuck.” You curse.
He pumped his finger, letting another enter you. “That’s it baby. Let me know how good you feel.”
“Mmh so good, please don’t stop.” You beg.
He heard the lewd wet sounds of your pussy contracting around his digits. He groaned, “bet nobody has done this for you. Huh?”
You shake your head. No, other man made you feel the way he did. He was too good. His hands, his lips. They please you, making you wonder about his cock.
“Please Jungkook.” You whine, keeping your hand on the seat beside you, keeping you up a bit to see his sexy face.
“Does my princess want my fat cock?” He mocked. You nodded and he scoffed. He knew what you wanted. How badly you wanted it too.
He slowly unzipped his shirt, leading down to his pants where he slipped his cock out slowly. He moaned when his hard cock was set free.
“You come here, to my shop to tease me. Then you leave, with me hard as a rock.” He grunted, lining himself with your cunt. “And I felt bad to touch myself. Thinking about what you’d look like under me. But now I know just how much of a slut you actually are for me.”
“Mmh, just for you. Please.” You beg again.
“So needy, baby.” He kissed you, pushing his cock into you. You gasp and he smirks, feeling your tight walls surrender to him.
“Please, please. Jungkook!” You feel his harsh thrusting already. He slapped his hips against your thighs. He stimulated your clit with his hand. He was so desperate to please you more than himself.
“You’re so tight.” He grunts. “Never been fucked this good?”
“Fuck, you make me feel so good!” You moan, grasping his shoulders.
He smiled at you lovingly, “you know I’d fuck you any time you’d ask, right?”
“Y-you would.” You replied, feeling his cock go deeper.
“You wouldn’t have to beg. You wouldn’t have to struggle to cum. You’d be mine, I’d make you feel good all night long.” He praised you, thrusting deeper. He kissed you softly on your nose, moaning.
“You’re so…big-“ you mutter.
“Too big?” He asked. You shake your head and continued to fuck you dumb. “Then take it like a good girl. Okay?”
His words were soft and clear, so hot and breath filled. He was so content and relaxed. The way he had a hold of you made you feel loved.
“I may only fix cars. But I can fix a broken girl any day.” He kissed you gently, edging you closer to your orgasm.
You cry, “mmh please!”
“It’s okay love. Don’t beg…I’ve got you.” He thrusted a little faster as he praised your skin with his lips. “Cum all over me.”
#notes: ok, i need to be honest, this is the most dirty thing i've ever written, but it doesn't deviate much from what's been written here so far… whatever, i hope you like it guys :)
#wc: 3,1k
🌸 . . english isn’t my first language, so be patient :)
“when you gonna told me that you fucked with jungkook?” namjoon, your boyfriend, entered the room while you were still wrapped in a towel after getting out of the shower.
“excuse me?”
“hoseok told me, when we break up a few weeks ago, you and jungkook fucked”
“hoseok is a gossip boy” you mumbled.
“maybe, but when you gonna tell me?”
“when you gonna told me that you fucked with taehyung?” you asked him.
alright, you and namjoon had a fight last month, it's a bad fight, you broke up for some weeks, you stayed in the apartment but he lived at bts dorm.
but, in those weeks, maybe you two have some... diversion with your friends.
“taehyung and me was a mistake”
“you take jungkook's boyfriend and he took your girlfriend”
“so was it planned?”
“no” snorted. “just happened”
“was good? he ate you well?”
what the fuck was that question? wanting to know whether or not your girlfriend has sex while you were apart is understandable, but what the hell was he asking?
“not better than you”
“anyone fucks you better than me, doll”
you laugh, it's true. you two have a relationship a years ago, of course he knows exactly how and where touch you.
“did he treated you like the whore you are?”
“i don't understand what the point”
“i just wanna know if my girl was fucked good”
“yes, i am! and i know that taehyung too”
silence.
“how many times you cum?”
“really? namjoon, i don't want to fight, i fucked jungkook, you fucked taehyung, it's okay”
“who says that i want to fight?”
you can't understand what the point of this conversation.
“i just wanna know if my baby was treat like the whore he is, if jungkook doing a good job and cum of this pussy”
namjoon laughed, and his laughed sounded like sadism. whos wanna know how your girlfriend was fucked?
unless…
“three years with you, and you never told me that you have cuckold kink”
“im telling u now”
bingo!
the information was a little shocking, right, jungkook and you had always been very close and namjoon never showed a single bit of jealousy, however you always thought it was because of your friendship for years, and the fact that jungkook had a boyfriend.
“so, why don't you call him and ask how he eats me?”
namjoon sit on the sofa, but without any courage to call to your friend.
"what's happening?" you asked when notice the hesitate "are you afraid that your best friend know that you liked that had cum on your girlfriend? are u shammed? ok, i call"
you take the cell and call to jungkook.
“hi, hyung! are u okay?”
“hey, baby!” you said. “namjoon wanna know how good was fucked me that day”
“oh my god! he’s know? hyung, i’m so sorry, we are so drunk and-”
you laughed.
“i wouldn't apologize if i were you, he's all excited imagining you fucking me. and don't forget that he fucked with your boyfriend, if i were you i'd give as many details as possible…”
on the other end of the line Jungkook was wide-eyed, he always thought that if his friend found out about their night there would be a big fight, but no, there he was in connection with namjoon, who was horny knowing that his girlfriend gave your pussy to another.
jungkook even tried, but he couldn't hold back the smirk that tugged at his lips.
he was still fighting with taehyung, and didn't even intend to make up. of course, jungkook was angry with namjoon because he knew he was also to blame for all this.
so if he wanted to be humiliated, well, he would.
“your girlfriend is a dumb whore, she masturbated in my bathroom, when i opened the door, she was moaning with two fingers inside her, i couldn't control it, i needed to eat her”
namjoon imagines the scene, and his cock wake up
"she moaned so loud in my fingers, god, i wasn't need said too much, she just give her cunt for me at the same time"
you laughed naughty, remembering the scene.
you and jungkook spent a good few minutes talking about how taehyung and namjoon's sex had been, and naturally, with a drink, you were so fucking horny, both of you rubbing your own thigh temptingly to relieve the emotion.
you asked to take a shower, but when you turned on the shower the first thing you did was put your fingers in your wet pussy, you couldn't tell if it was missing namjoon or wanting jungkook, you didn't even think about anything, you just wanted to cum.
it didn't take five minutes for jungkook to enter the bathroom, seeing you with your eyes closed moving your fingers quickly.
he took off his clothes, and sneaked in, hugging you from behind and leaving a kiss on his neck. jungkook was quick to pull your hand and insert his fingers, then brushing his member against your ass, and the pleasant moan you gave only confirmed the consent he knew he had. you didn't hold back in saying that that night he owned you, and that you were desperate for him to open you up with his fat cock.
returning to the present moment, namjoon stroked his own dick while listening to his friend's statement.
“she was so hot, hyung. saying that I owned her, cumming on my fingers, saying that i could do whatever i wanted with her. fuck! i think now i understand why you guys have been together for so long, i would also love to eat that pussy every day.”
jungkook masked silence, namjoon was quiet and this worried jungkook.
“that’s okay, jungkook! he didn’t say anything because was busy touching himself”
so he’s keeped going.
“i took her to bed, hyung. she was so wet even after having cum, i stuck my tongue in her and she moaned even louder, she kept screaming my name for anyone who wanted to hear. my face got all wet, and she got irritated when i didn't let her cum” he laughed. “but i made her cum on my dick, she's a cockslut, she asked me to hit her, to choke her, and every time i cursed her, her pussy squeezed my cock. damn, hyung, now i'm so fucking horny!”
jungkook knew that what he would say next could destroy a friendship of years, it turns out that at the moment his head was clouded by lust and he even thought about friendship.
“hyung, leave me fuck your girlfriend again. so you can watch us and draw your own conclusions”
namjoon took his hand out of his shorts, and you tried to read your boyfriend's face, but you didn't understand anything. was Namjoon nervous? did Jungkook cross the line? was he just excited to hear but not see?
in fact, that was a good question, how far would namjoon's kink go?
whatever, all insecurity fell away when Namjoon moved away from the phone.
“you know my address, and your entry is free at the entrance”
namjoon looked at you and tapped her thigh twice, you immediately understood the message and sent it there, receiving a kiss on the neck and a caress on her breasts.
“'ll lend you to him one more time, but you know that's it, don't you? you are my little toy that i use whenever i want”
you nod, and namjoon opens your mouth spitting into it, you swallow, like the good whore you are.
“he's going to cum in you, but this pussy is mine, okay? and after all, maybe you're tired, but you're mine, and you give your pussy to your owner”
------------------------------------
after some minutes, the doorbell rang, and namjoon opened the door, of course, jungkook was there. namjoon kissed him, like a 'welcome' put his tongue on jungkook's mouth and grabbed his ass.
"you can do anything, since her want, of course" this is the only thing that namjoon said.
so, this is you now.
sitting on the bed, with your legs opened, just underwear, pinching your own nipple.
they both drooled, the visible stain on the lace panties made them both desperate to open your pussy even more.
but now it was jungkook's turn, so namjoon sat on the couch.
jungkook took off his clothes so quickly, and going to the bed, kissing you when you put the legs on his waist, trying feel something.
"are you always so desperate? in my house, now here, why?” hes bite your lips. “i can fuck this hole open now, you are so wet, fuck, look your leaky cunt, my cock going to feel so good in you… but, i think that your boyfriend want to see i’m playing with you first”
jungkook playing with your tits leans down to start sucking on your nipples, include painful bites every now and then making scream his name when his mark you with purple hickies.
so, jungkook take off your panties, putting on your mouth.
“shut the fuck up, dumb! i even started and you moaned like a pathetic slut.”
he groping your clit, your hole dripping and making a mess, you are so embarrassed, and namjoon watches everything.
and he's like.
so much.
he took advantage of the open legs to stick his face there, running his tongue slowly over your folds, giving a light bite to the clitoris that made you scream in pain and then pull jungkook's hair.
“if you touch me one more time, i will ruin you”
you took off yours hands grabbing the sheet when his eat your in a brutal way, you can feel your tongue your lips, your nose, even you chin, every part of jungkook's face on your pussy.
namjoon appreciated that, took off your underwear, releasing your dick, your massive purple dick with precum.
when jungkook bite your clit, you pulled his hair.
and you receive a slap.
“disgusting whore, you can't do what i'm say? i don't need that your hole, i can fuck others, you are not special! so do what i'm say or i’m gonna away!”
without warning, jungkook puts two fingers inside you, take your underwear of ou mouth just for listen your scream due to agressiveness that you are fucked. you tried close your legs, not because you don't wanna it, but because was too much, soo good, but jungkook did not let.
“if you cum now, you it will end with fun, please, don’t be a useless slut”
and he's continuous. you moaning so loud every time his fingers is in and out of you.
namjoon looking everything with a devocion.
“two fingers are enough to break your tiny cunt? god, can you imagine how will it be with my fat cock?”
so you cum… without permission.
and jungkook hit in your face, squeezing your neck.
“disgusting whore, i told you to not cum”
he pinch your clit.
and you scream.
and he do again, and again, and again.
jungkook grabbed your hair and got you out of bed, on your knees
“you can cum on my mouth?” you asked when he took de underwear.
“in your face, bitches like you deserves this”
you smiled, and jungkook's response was a spit in your face.
“you know, two slaps in my thigh and i stop” you agreed.
he waste no time fucking and shooting their hot precum down your throat.
due to the rudeness, tears started to flow from your eyes, but that would never be a bad thing, you were just making the most of jungkook.
namjoon moaned so loud when u gasp on jungkook dick, and that's when you realized that namjoon was masturbating.
“this is the best you can do? poor namjoon, pathetic mouth”
jungkook pushes your head so that your nose touches his pelvis, and holds you there, until you cough.
“cum on her face, jungkook, dirty this slut!”
jungkook moaned before your cock spit sperm on your face, the cum spills out around the cock in your face, some leaking down onto your tits.
it was divine.
“doggy style, whore, i want to fuck you like my pathetic puppy”
jungkook slapped you, and then another, and another, and another.
your ass burned and so did jungkook's hand, but he would continue hitting until he got tired, after all, at that moment you were his, and he had permission to use you as desired.
your pussy dripped onto the bed. jungkook laughed, and then positioned himself behind you, rubbing his cock against your swollen clit, whereupon he pushed you further onto the bed, so that his chest was touching the mattress and your ass was in the air.
once fully sheathed, the jungkooks cock widens your pussy open, pulls all the way out and slams all the way back in.
jungkook thrust so hard that the shock of his hips hurt, but you like it, namjoon and jungkook too.
namjoon increased the speed of his masturbation, still being careful not to cum, he didn't want to cum like that.
you really want the cock of your boyfriend in you too now, in your mouth, asshole, whatever, you just need both of them fuck you, and you made a mental note for this.
“that shitty pussy of yours can handle anything, right? i bet i can fit my balls inside you too”
jungkook starts brutally rubbing your engorged clit, you throw your head back, drool slipping past in the sheet.
“fleet wide pussy, you can take the cock of your boyfriend here too, maybe we can gonna try this some day”
it was pathetic the way you moaned “yes, please”
he laughed, gripped your hips so hard you’re sure there’ll be bruises, your titties flop brushing on the sheet with each thrust. soo good, so messy.
“who owns you?” jungkook asked.
“n-namjoon!”
namjoon watched everything mesmerized, he had already read reports about cuckolding, he knew it was fun to watch, he just didn't expect it to be so much. he didn't even want to go in there, he just wanted to watch his girlfriend being destroyed by his best friend.
that was enough.
“you're a whore who has an owner but loves cumming on someone else's dick. disgusting bitch.” he continued thrusting without any shame. “tell me what you are”
“a w-whore”
“exactly, a whore that acepts everything since you hole is full. is your owner enjoying watching this? this disgusting show you're putting on?”
“h-hes lik-kes”
“we’ll see”
jungkook pulled himself out of you and by your hair for what must have been the hundredth time that night, you didn't quite understand what he wanted but you just followed him.
you were dragged to the armchair where his boyfriend was, and in a single movement jungkook made his body fall onto namjoon's.
and there you were: holding on to your boyfriend's shoulder while prancing towards another.
he entered again, mercilessly punching his dick into the slut who was his at that moment.
you held Namjoon's shoulder, he felt like his dick could explode because of how horny he was.
jungkook pulled your hair hard again, forcing you to face namjoon.
“say to your boyfriend how much you like this”
jungkook still brutally rubbing your engorged clit, making you lose the conscience with the pleasure.
“namjonnie… s-so go-good”
you cried, lost in your own excitement, you didn't even care how deplorable you looked at the moment.
“good, sweetheart?” namjoon said, taking his hand off his dick and just enjoying his girfriend's body folded over his while jungkook fucked her. “what are you, my dear?”
“a wh-whore, desperate for coc- jungkook i’m gon-gonna cu-”
“cum, whore, but i won’t stop fuck this hole still i’m cum in you’’
“i'll like it more when i see your cum dripping from her pussy. and i'm sure she does too, right, baby? says what you want” your boyfriend said.
“jungkooks cum”
“where do you want? be more specific, princess” namjoon spoke docilely, but the lust in his speech was clear.
“in m-my pus-sy, for you will ea-eat l-ater!
“cum, doll, i want to see you cum for us”
"doll" jungkook laughed. “cum, whore, and enjoy me filling you with cum”
you scream, cumming on jungkook’s cock.
your legs are shaking and if it weren't for jungkook's strength you wouldn't even be able to stand.
but luckily, jungkook was strong, and not only did he hold you back, but he continued fucking you roughly.
“i'm going to fill this pussy so much that it's going to overflow on your boyfriend's cock”
“j-jungkook” you moaned, feeling your cunt fluttering on his dick.
“i'm going to gaping this pussy, when your boyfriend goes to fuck her, it will be completely wide by me”
you couldn't stand anymore, and that's when namjoon got up to help hold you down, while jungkook continued fucking you like crazy.
“behave” your boyfriend told you.
“now watch me fill this hole open” jungkook said before cum.
still with his leg wobbly, jungkook left you, sitting on the couch.
namjoon didn't say anything, he just lifted you on his lap and fitted your pussy onto his dick. tears ran down your face and your mouth didn't even close, moans and more moans were made as you clung to your boyfriend's neck as you were pushed against his thick cock.
“are you what?”
you knew the weight of this question, if you answered something profane, namjoon would continue fucking you without any mercy, but if you said you was just his princess he would go slowly. after all, that was your dynamic, pleasure is good, but safety comes first.
“your whore!”
namjoon didn't respond, he just threw you on the bed, bending your legs leaving you in an almost fetal position.
eh started thrusting again and at that point jungkook's cum squirted onto his member, and damn, that was so exciting.
the large body collided against you and moaned more and more and was driving them both crazy.
you came on your boyfriend’s cock, shaking in a way namjoon had never seen before.
you had reached the peak, it was clear.
so namjoon removed himself from inside you as quickly as possible, respecting your limit, and called his friend.
"come on, jungkook, cum in her one more time"
namjoon arranged his legs, leaving them wide open.
and started masturbating, soon Jungkook joined him.
they masturbated their members quickly, until jets of cum came out and fell towards your pussy, which was already full of cum.
even though you were tired, you took two fingers there, smearing them and then putting them in your mouth.
I stood outside of their makeshift pallet, watching amusedly as Taehyung and Jungkook wrestled their way into the mass of blankets to beat the other to the fluffiest corner. Hoseok rolled his eyes, plucking a single blanket off the pile as everyone let the two get settled. The same blanket of his he had let me use before. Jungkook and Taehyung stilled, the two deciding that sharing the little corner was better than neither of them having it as they tucked into one another, although I was pretty certain Jungkook took up more of the space than Taehyung. Jin was the next person to jump on claiming a spot for himself, slowly I lifted my gaze to Namjoon who shrugged.
“The middle is usually the spot to be, but I imagine everyone is trying to be considerate since you’re here.”
“Oh.” My eyes drifted back to Jin who tried his best to situate his area. “You guys don’t have to accommodate me; I can squeeze in wherever.”
Yoongi grunted beside me, also watching the polar bear fluff up a few of the pillows and blankets before nodding in satisfaction. His pink hair brushed over his forehead with the action, huge smile directed my way as he motioned me in.
“Me?” I asked surprised, figuring he was putting so much effort into it for himself.
“Of course. You can sleep here. Yoongi there, and if you don’t mind, me here?” He phrased it as a question, pointing at the empty spot that bordered the other side of the space he had made for me.
Yoongi on one side and Jin on the other. Namjoon smiled softly, trying to hide it by pretending to scratch his cheek, Jimin nearly visibly deflated, a pillow of his own within his grasp that he was planning to set up after Jin most likely. Yoongi didn’t so much as make a noise, but he did watch Jin closely, feline-like gaze assessing the bear and then the spot he made. Hoseok chirped, hand coming down on Yoongi’s shoulder.
“How sweet! Let’s not let his hard work go to waste then.”
Jin looked a little unsure, but the way his rounded ears shot up when I took my first step forward was cute.
“I don’t mind.” I reassured him, returning the smile he had given me earlier.
For good measure, I took hold of Yoongi’s hand, leading him in with me. I took care to not mess anything up. Honestly, I was still incredibly out of my element when it came to them. If they were regular people, I wouldn’t have been so cautious, but hybrids, especially ones who seemed to take such care of their personal space, better safe than sorry. I was still a bit in disbelief that they had invited me into their makeshift bed in the first place. While Namjoon assured me it was fine, and I had to take his word for it, I hoped my presence wasn’t awkward for the others. If it were possible, Yoongi looked even more out of place. His ears were down, small frown tugging at the edges of his lips, the tip of his tail brushing over my calf as he wrapped it around his own while we made ourselves comfortable in the center of the pallet.
“You okay?”
His eyes flicked to me, one nod serving as my answer.
“Yoongi’s usually not in the middle, he prefers the edge.” Jimin provided seeing as Yoongi wouldn’t.
“We can move…”
The suggestion had Jin pouting now, and I realized that I hated making any of them sad. My brain struggling to come up with a better compromise when Yoongi huffed.
“It’s fine, just lay down.”
The words had barely left him before he flopped down, leaving enough of a gap between himself and Jin for me to fit. Jimin quickly snatched the spot on Yoongi’s free side, the large cat seeming a bit more relaxed as soon as he did, finding Jimin’s hair to ruffle it. I wedged my way between the two, Jin shifting to make the close proximity more comfortable. Hoseok and Namjoon waited until we were pretty much settled to find their own spots. Namjoon taking an open space near the two youngest while Hoseok opted for the other side of Jin. He sank into the pile, flipping his blanket up and over his head and that was the last I saw of him. Jin rolled towards me, his shoulder obscuring my vision of the amorphous lump behind him.
Yoongi’s arms wound around me, tucking me into his front, nose burying into my hair. He let out a few soft purrs before going quiet again. Jin fussed a bit more, wrenching a blanket away from Taehyung who complained in low grumbles.
“Hush, you have plenty over there.” Jin scolded him.
Taehyung didn’t utter another sound, his black curls the only part of him I could see as he nuzzled himself closer to Jungkook. True to his considerate nature, Jin had only taken the blanket to cover me with it, leaving himself with barely a corner of it.
“You should have most of it.” I whispered, pushing it towards him. “You’re bigger than me.”
“It’s fine. I can hop in with Hobi if I need to.”
I wondered about that. I couldn’t see him, but I figured Hoseok was well on his way to sleep at this point. Yoongi’s rhythmic puffs of air across my neck told me he was out too, or very nearly there. I peered up at Jin, waiting until he settled himself back into his little space before lifting the edge of my blanket in invitation.
“We could share?”
He looked surprised I had offered but didn’t neglect the suggestion. In the next second, he slid under the blanket, his chest pressed to mine, and I realized I sorely underestimated how close we would be to one another sharing like this. I couldn’t keep the flush of color off my cheeks as he scoot closer, making sure I was still covered. He was… large. Much bigger than I had thought.
“Good?” He rumbled softly, his breath ghosting over my forehead.
I nodded, lifting my face to his and paused. The end of his nose kissed mine, body enveloping me beneath him, and I briefly thought of just how small I appeared to him. While I never really thought of myself that way, I certainly felt petite under Jin. As if on cue, the overhead lights shut off, plunging the room into total darkness minus the soft glow underneath the first bedroom door where the bathroom light shone through. That was apparently the only room that the curfew lights didn’t affect. The first time I noticed they shut off, I found it a bit unsettling, but I had to admit that having the hybrids with me eased my nerves significantly. Not only at night, but at any given time. The constant reminder they provided that I wasn’t alone along with their reassurances and attempts at keeping me comfortable were duly noted. When I was first brought here, finding out I was going to be tossed into a room with seven of them, a part of me panicked not knowing how I would have to defend myself against seven predators if it came to it.
In retrospect, I got lucky with them. At least, to me it seemed that way. The least I could do in return was help them get the hell out of here. The blanket around me stirred, from the general direction, I had a pretty good idea it belonged to Jin, only further confirmed as his palm cupped the back of my head, guiding me into the junction between his shoulder and neck. The intimacy of it took me aback a bit, but I didn’t fight it, letting myself sink into his embrace.
“Get some sleep.” He yawned, his fingers sifting their way through my hair to massage my scalp.
If I could have melted into the touch, I would have. Probably would have even started purring if I had any hybrid in me. The motion was incredibly soothing and relaxing, and I imagined it was probably why they enjoyed head pets as much as they did. I hummed in reply, too blissed out to actually answer him.
I wasn’t sure what woke me. Through a heavy-lidded gaze, I could tell it was still sometime in the night as the lights were still off. The bedroom door was open allowing a bit more of the bathroom light to spill into the main room, but barely. Jin was sound asleep, his hand still in my hair and I wondered how long it had been since we had gone to bed to be in the same position. Yoongi’s arm was no longer around my waist, instead, I could feel the press of someone’s cheek against my back. I extricated myself from Jin enough to look, surprised to find Jimin there rather than Yoongi. Wondering if maybe he had moved from the middle pallet to the edge sometime, I lifted my head, only to pause seeing someone pacing back and forth across the room.
My heart pounded harder for a moment, the panic I had begun to feel surge forth, retreating as I noticed the thick tail trailing behind the figure. He would pace, then stop to listen, before resuming once more. Unsure whether this was common occurrence for him, or something I should be concerned about, I carefully pulled myself out of the mass of limbs. At the loss of my body heat, Jimin was quick to seek out the nearest source, curling into Jin who welcomed him even in sleep. I waited with bated breath for both of their breathing to even out again before standing and navigating my way over the rest of them. If Yoongi noticed I had woken up, he didn’t show it, his tail flicking agitatedly as he paused again, one ear rounding towards the vestibule he stood in front of.
“Yoongi?” I barely whispered, worried my voice would wake everyone else if I were too loud. “What’s going on?”
“Something’s wrong.”
Anxiety came knocking on my door again full force, my eyes trying to search his for answers despite how dark it was.
“What is it?”
He shook his head, ears straining in the direction of the door. “I don’t know.”
“What do you hear?”
“Nothing.” He murmured, listening again before turning back to me. “That’s the problem. I can’t hear anything.”
He rubbed one of his ears as if the problem laid with them rather than the lack of noise itself. In the dark, I cast a worried look over to where the others slept, or, at least in the direction I thought they were. I might as well have been blind with how little light we had creeping in from the bedroom.
“Do you have your tracker?”
I was surprised he was bringing it up, but nodded, nonetheless.
“Yeah, I’ve been keeping it on me per Namjoon’s suggestion.” I replied. “Why?”
“Because I think you’ll be needing it sooner rather than later.”
My throat ran dry, and though I knew it was bound to happen, I couldn’t say I wasn’t a little bit terrified. I looked up at him, hoping I looked braver than I felt.
“Should we wake the others?”
“No. I don’t have anything other than a weird feeling right now. You should go back to the den though; I’d feel better knowing you’re with them.”
I wanted to argue so he would know I didn’t feel right going back to bed while he stayed up pacing by himself, but I’d gotten to know Yoongi well enough over the last few days to know how to choose my battles with him, and this was not one I would come out of victorious.
“Okay,” I sighed. “But can we open the door a bit more? I’d feel better if there was more light com- oof!”
I barely caught Yoongi as he stumbled into me. My arms coming around his upper body while he swayed unsteadily before slumping into my hold completely. His dead weight was heavier than I expected it to be, his limp form nearly slipping out of my grasp.
Warnings‼️: nipple play, unprotected sex ( please don't do this guys), fingering, possesive jungkook, jealous jungkook, creampie, sad tae(?), drinking(that's all?).
Synopsis: In which you break up with jungkook due to some personal reasons but after a year you meet him again in a club and jungkook wants to know why you broke up with him, not letting you go this time. (Read to know what happens further).
Note: hi guys, posting after a year or two? I am so sorry for not posting before. I had so many things going on in my life that I got no time to write anything. Hope you enjoy this! Love you all💜 (SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL OR SPELLING MISTAKE).
You were sitting at the bar drinking water because you aren’t into drinking alcohol and your friends forced you to join them for a random hangout and you couldn't say no because you really loved them. You really loved them but half of them are gone, wait you might be thinking where? So, with those men with whom they had the urge to spend a night with and you were left out with your only friend Taehyung who never liked anyone other than you.
"They all really ditched us", he said. You laughed and said that, "yeah they did" Tae laughs too. "You really wanna drink only water". He asked pointing at his beer and than pointing at you, you nod and said yes "I do not consume alcohol and you know it, right?" You said while drinking water. You know you can drink for today right?" He sips his beer "actually I think you somewhat right but I don't want to" You say while smiling to him and he nods as he understood not pushing you too much.
You both were talking to each other when suddenly tae says "I will be back within no time as I need to go to restroom". He didn't even wait for your answer, before he marched off to the restroom. You sat there waiting for your friend, in the mean time your eyes were scrolling through everyone; seeing some with their partners or with their friends but when you were watching others your eyes stopped at one man whom you didn't wanted to meet ever again but now it's seems impossible. You see him smiling and talking like nothing ever happened between you and him one year ago.
After your break up with him he was gone, completely gone from your life just like a warm breeze. And now he was here laughing, smiling and talking with others like nothing really happened. How did he move on so fast, you thought. As you were still fighting with those beautiful memories he gave you, with those charming moments spent him where you both were having your best time with each other and now he is here without even informing you about his arrival.
You didn't wanted to see him because you knew your feelings would come back in second when you meet him and that's what is now happening, all your feelings, memories are coming back. Just when you were thinking about him Taehyung comes running back saying, "sorry there was a que". He says before sitting beside you. "Why are you so upset suddenly?" He asks you out of nowhere seeing your face which was glowing few minutes ago and now it's like you are in deep pain.
"Lo-look behind you" You whispered to him and he turns around seeing your Ex Jungkook sitting with his friends in booth. "If you want we can leave from here", he hurriedly said as he did not want you to be more upset. "No I came here to enjoy and that's what I am going to do, he is my past" You order a beer and when it comes you drink it quickly without taking pauses.
Taehyung was worried for you, he knew how you were when you two broke up and it was really hard for you to come out of it. "Let's go to the dance floor". You took his hand not waiting for his approval and he didn't say anything he just let you take him. You started dancing with him on the beat almost forgetting about jungkook.
On the other hand Jungkook was laughing with his friends when he saw you on the dance floor dancing with some boy who he didn't recognise. He froze on the spot seeing you, smile gone seconds ago "hey what happened?" One of his friends asks him "nothing" Jungkook replies while still watching you. Is this the reason you broke up with him? Jungkook thought, was this so easy for you? Easy for you to forget all those memories that you both shared. He was furious, he wanted to know the reason for a whole year now because "it's not working between us" is definitely not the reason and he knew it.
He already knew he did wrong by not telling you that he was going abroad but he was heart broken, how was he even supposed to talk to you without crying and telling you that he was going. He wanted to talk to you for months now but he doesn't have much courage to talk to you so he let it slip his mind trying to forget everything. But he wasn't able to because he loved you deeply and still loves you.
How dare that boy was dancing with you when it should have been him. Why were you letting him dance with you? All he wanted to know about why you broke up with him, he wanted you back. Just seeing you on the dance floor, his heart wast beat fast. He will forget everything just for you and will restart everything if you want to.
Just for you.
He see you talking to him and you walk away from him somewhere probably restroom. He wanted to meet you and talk to you so he stood up and excused himself before following you. You enter female restroom and go into the stall not knowing Jungkook was following you. While you were in the stall Jungkook came in and locked the door not wanting you go anywhere before talking to him.
After coming out of the stall you go near sink to wash your hands but when you look up in mirror to look at yourself, you see Jungkook standing behind making you gasp loudly. You turn around and look at him standing leaning against the nearby wall "w-what are you doing here Jungkook?" You look at him with glassy eyes. "Just want to talk to you y/n please" He pleases with his pretty eyes making you melt in them. They always made you melt in them.
"What?" You ask him softly "why? Why did you broke up with me y/n?" You glup at his question and look down on the floor before speaking "I already told you Jungkook, it was not working for me!" You say loudly not willing to repeat yourself "liar! You know it's lie baby. Why can't you tell the truth love? Was it that boy you were dancing with?" He is much closer to you now, you didn't even realise it but now you actually have to look a little up just to look into his eyes "Jungkook that is the truth and it's none of your business if I was dancing with that boy or not" You were done here, you wanted to get out.
You were leaving when jungkook suddenly holds your wrist "you can't go now, not before you answer my question" His hold gets a little tighter after finishing his sentence "jungkook this is getting too much, let me go right now! I have answered your question before and i am not going to answer it again" You try to get your hand back but he suddenly pulls you towards him putting his hands on your waist and turns you around to face him caging you between him and the sink making you gasp loudly.
"W-what are you doing J-jungkook" You whisper "you can't go till you tell the truth y/n" He whispers back. His breath hitting your neck making you shiver lightly "there is only one truth and i have already said it" You push him a little making him face you and you look up into his eyes. "You have already got over me that easily?" He asks you making you look down onto his moving lips. "Yes" You answer shortly not trusting your voice.
"So this don’t affect you?" He moves near your face his breath hitting your lips. In reality it was affecting you, it has always affected you, anything related to him has always affected you. "No", you reply. Eyes staring into his to insert dominance. He suddenly kisses your neck just below your right ear "not even this?" You gasp lightly making him smirk against your neck.
"N-no not even this" You were trying hard not to feel anything but you knew you were lying to yourself more than to him. He looks up at your face again and see you breathing heavily, he knew you were getting butterflies with everything he was doing to you then why were you resisting? He wants to know the reason but he gets up from you and looks at your beautiful face "you want me to go don't you?" He whispers loudly enough you to hear "say it while looking into my eyes and I will go". He says it while looking at you with hope, he wanted to stay just with you. You let his words sink in and look at his face for a few seconds before looking at the wall behind him "yes I want you to go" You whisper. "Look into my eyes and tell me love." He takes your face into his hands and moves it up till it was face to face with his.
You look into his eyes and feel your eyes getting watered "n-no I don't want you to go!" You whisper, breaking your wall because you can't hurt yourself more just for some weird reason. You suddenly kiss him making him pull you closer by your hips. "I missed this, I missed your lips, fuck I missed you" He whispers before kissing you passionately again.
You break the kiss to breathe but he didn't waste any time before he was on your neck kissing and licking on your sensitive skin. "You want this?" He asks stopping everything, you nod and he starts to remove your straps from your shoulder making your boobs bounce out making him groan "I missed these two so much" He squeezes both of your breasts in his hands and bends down to take your right nipple in his mouth sucking and biting on it. You moan feeling yourself getting more wet in your panties. You stop yourself from moaning too loud by sucking on your finger and the other hand goes into his hair pulling it slightly.
He gives the same treatment to your other boob before coming back up and kissing you again, fighting with your tongue and exploring your mouth. His right hand goes under your dress and slide the panties to the side before gently rubbing your clit, you moan then again stop yourself from moaning too loud but he had other plans and took out your finger from your mouth and pinned your hands behind you "don't stop yourself please, I wanna hear it so bad" He literally begged you, you just nod not trusting your voice.
He goes back to rubbing your clit and teasing your entrance with his fingers "you want them in, don't you?" You nod in response but he pinches your clit "words" He was still teasing your entrance while looking at your eyes "y-yes I want your fingers in me please" You say whimpering a little when he inserted his middle finger in your pussy "like this yeah?" He asks before thrusting it in and out of you "More" You say closing your eyes "you want more? Always so greedy" He inserts his ring finger too and folds it making you moan loudly in response.
It was feeling so good, Jungkook coming back and making you cum on his fingers that you thought it was all a dream but then you feel your high cumming and feeling Jungkook's fingers just right in you making your insides twist "fuck jungkook don't stop please I am cumming" You say loudly while moaning. But jungkook stops and pulls his fingers out licking them clean. "I want you to cum on my dick" He says and turns you around and folds your dress till it was exposing your ass to him and he bends you down .
You wait for him when you hear him open his pants "I can't wait anymore, I want to feel you around my dick" He says before using your arousal as his lube and slowly sinking in slowly. You both moan feeling each other. You whimper feeling the stretch after long. You shudder when you feel him bottom out, he slaps your right butt "fuck you are squeezing me so good y/n, nobody fucked you after me?" He asks before taking his dick out and slamming it back in making you moan louder.
"No" You say loudly to his question. He thrust in and out of you finding his pace "I knew it, because this pussy belongs to me and me only, you belong to me only". He starts to go fast hitting your spongy thing again and again making you cry out "say you are mine" He pulls on your hair till your back meets his chest. You whimper "I am all yours" You cry out while slapping and moaning noises fills the entire room.
Jungkook lets you go making you fall onto the counter moaning. He changes position by lifting your leg and keeping it on the counter and thrusting more deep into you "so deep" You groan "yes as it should be, me being deep in you always". He bends down kissing your back while thrusting hard into you. He was hitting your insides so good that you felt yourself on cloud nine.
You were feeling close, the knot in your stomach was getting more and more intense "fuck jungkook I am close, don't stop please". You had tears in your eyes feeling yourself so close. He hums and sneaks his hand around you and start to rub your clit. You close your eyes whimpering squeezing his cock hard "yes j-just like that, squeeze me even harder". He groans out "cum". He commands and you cum on his cock moaning loudly and chanting his name again and again.
He gets you through your climax and put your leg down before thrusting again and moaning. You whimper feeling your overstimulation kick in "I am cumming, I am cumming in you fuck" He groans loudly making you whine "please please cum in me" You moan before he groans loudly chanting "mine mine" and cums deep in you, throwing ropes of cum in you before taking his dick out and helping you in standing up and in rearranging your clothes and then you help him back before you were standing in front of him still in haze.
He kisses your lips before kissing your forehead "I know you don't want me to know the reason about our break up and I won't ask it but please don't leave me this time, I love you, always have and always will please come back to me again" He says almost tears in his eyes looking into your eyes. You caress his face before smiling and giving him a quick kiss and noding "I love you too jungkook, I won't go this time" You say to which jungkook hugs you "missed you so much". He says and kisses your neck before taking your hand in his "let's go home, I want to tell you so many things". He smirks and looks at you. You giggle at his smirk and nod knowing what he means. But you stop "jungkook your cum is still dripping down my leg" You whine "that's good let others see who you belong to". He proudly says before you hear knocks on the bathroom door "y/n are you okay? it's been more than 20 minutes" You hear Taehyung’s voice and your eyes go wide "y-yes I am okay I am coming out" You start to painc and look at jungkook "what should we do now, if we both go out he will know that we had sex right now" You say panicking "so? He should know" Jungkook says and pulls you out against your say and you see taehyung looking at you and then at jungkook "hm hi taehyung, I am so sorry for leaving you" You nervously say "i-its okay" He says while blushing he understood what you two did and you look at jungkook glaring at him "hi taehyung, I am jungkook, I am sorry but I have to take y/n home right now we have some work to do". He doesn't wait for his reply and pulls you with him. You turn around while walking and mouth sorry to taehyung to which he gives you thumbs up and smile.
Taehyung stands there for few minutes before going to bar and sitting down on chair. He knew he should have told you about his feelings sooner. Now he doesn't have a chance. He asks the waiter to serve him a drink before he is thinking about you again.
THE END....
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Synopsis: The one where you and your ex talk it out
Warnings: mentions of past betrayal, yandere tendencies(not super crazy) , pussy eating, hair pulling, praising, 2 jk povs, jk "asks" for forgiveness.
Pairing: Dom!jk x fem!reader
a/n: last part to this! enjoy it :)
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JK'S POV:
My eyes grow heavy as i scroll through her instagram posts for what felt like the 100th time. Was she really this happy without me?
I figured after last weekends little fiasco she'd be hooked on me all over again, but she wasn't. In fact she's ignored every single call i sent her. There's no way she wasn't thinking about me.
The thought makes me click out of instagram and tell siri to call y/n. The phone dials a couple times before it goes straight to voicemail. I roll my eyes in annoyance as i stand up. Why the fuck did she give me her number if she wasn't even gonna answer my calls?
I slip on my shoes and jacket for the cold weather and grab my car keys. I remembered where she lived very well, and if she wasn't gonna talk to me over the phone, i'd show up unannounced.
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Y/N'S POV:
Three loud knocks on my front door startle me out of my sleep. Instinctively placing my hand over my chest in fear. Who the fuck was at my apartment this late at night?
I search around my bed for my phone, throwing my pillows and blankets around as i search. When i finally find it i click it on in a hurry. The time reading "11:31 p.m" , The multiple missed calls from jungkook don't go unnoticed and i groan mentally. Just because i gave him my number didn't mean he had to call every second of the day.
The knocks sound again and i get up, slowly walking over to my door in fear that it was a intruder. I keep my phone in my hand, scared that I may have to dial 911 for the first time.
I unlock the door without thinking and it flings open, jungkook rushing inside as if he's been waiting all night. I note that this is the last time i'll be unlocking my door without checking the peephole.
He looks at me in anger, as if i did something wrong. "Why the fuck haven't you answered my calls?" I almost laugh at the emphasis he puts on the curse word. "Why the fuck are you at my house this late at night?" I ask, slightly mocking him.
He slaps his palm on his forehead, motioning for me to close the door. I look at him without a word, quietly deciding if i should force him to get out, but i don't.
I slowly close my door, locking it as he sits on the couch. "Look before you say anythi-" he cuts me off automatically. "I'm not here to argue with you- i.. i want you back with you y/n" he states, his voice filled with disappointment.
I roll my eyes right in his face. I wasn't dumb, the multiple calls to my phone were enough to tell me he wanted a second chance. "Jungkook.. we broke up for a reason." i say, finally gathering the courage to take a seat next to him on my couch.
"not to mention you payed my friend!" i say, my voice suddenly raising. "You payed my friend just so you could get me alone! Are you insane?" I hadn't forgotten about last weekend, what he did was fucked up. I hadn't talked to my bestfriend since then, the event causing me to question how real our friendship was.
He lets out a sigh at my words. "Well.. i" he mutters, sticking his face into his hands. He knew it was true, and he knew it was wrong.
After a while he sticks his head up, looking at me with a expression i couldn't quiet read. "I wanna make it up to you." he says, closing some of the distance between us on the couch.
I cross my arms, glaring at him. "How?" i say, looking him up and down as he moves closer.. again. "His hand falls onto my shoulder, gently massaging it. I slowly shake my head, moving my shoulder away from his grip.
"Sex isn't the answer for everything jungkook, last week was.. that was a one time thing." i say, my mind flooding with images of what happened the other weekend. I shake the thoughts away as soon as they appear.
"Not gonna fuck you." he says, moving onto his knees in front of me as he parts my thighs, pushing my back onto the couch. "Gonna show you how sorry I am.." i let out a sigh, i was going to regret this, i could feel it. For now, i'd just enjoy the moment.
He looks at me, awaiting some sign of approval this time unlike the last. I give him a nod, giving him the green light to pull off my shorts.
JK'S POV:
I run my tounge over my lip as I pull off her underwear as well, sitting up for a moment to lean over her. "Open you mouth." she obeys me, like always. I take the opportunity to stuff her soaked underwear into her mouth, moving back onto my knees afterward.
"Know you missed me eating this little cunt." i say, my dick hardening at the sight of it, her pussy already wet before I even lay a finger on her.
I lift her thigh so her foot rests on the couch before i wrap my lips around her clit, moaning into her cunt as she grabs my hair.
She tugs on it hard and i let her. She deserved it after all the shit i'd been putting her through this week. Blowing up her phone like that was a little bit far.
"S-Shit.. just like that koo-" The feeling of her pulling on my hair was enough to make me bring my hand down to my pants, palming myself over my clothes. I don't think my dick could get any harder than it already was.
The more she moans the sloppier my tounge gets, licking and sucking wherever i could. The sight was so vulgar i wanted to pull out my phone and record her, show everyone how much she really wanted me behind closed doors.
Blowing on her clit lightly, i chuckle as she lets out a whine. "Don't tease me" her voice was soft, reminding me how different we both were from each other. Even more reason as to why she was so perfect for me. "Be patient baby, i'll make you cum"
I stuff my head back between her legs, my tounge dipping in and out of her hole. I don't let my eyes leave her face, obsessed with the way her mouth hung open.
I push a finger in without a warning, biting my lip as she squeals, her hand grabbing my wrist. "I can't- fuck" i watch as tears roll down her cheeks, proud at the fact i was making her feel so good she couldn't do anything but cry and moan like a little whore.
"You can take it baby, sit back" i say, using my other hand to push her back on the couch as her cunt spasms around my finger. I bring my head back down, not wanting to miss the opportunity to have her cumming on my face for the first time in months.
"That's it, cum for me." i mumble into her pussy, my words barely even audible. It's not long until she's squirming on the couch above me, cumming on my face just how i wanted.
It's takes a minute for me to finally lift my head, but i do when her cries become louder than before. I place soft kisses on her leg, slowly lowering her foot back to the floor.
"You forgive me?" i say, my thumb caressing her cheek as i smile at her exhausted face. She gives me a small grin before she speaks "if i say yes will you stop blowing up my phone?"
I fake think about it for a minute and she pushes my shoulder playfully. "Maybe" is all i say, and she gives me a nod. "I'll take that" she says, placing a soft kiss to my lips.
↪ featuring. JungKook, TaeHyung, NamJoon
tags. no specific name mentioned, just "lover" "boyfriend" "partner," nicknames of princess babygirl, female reader, fingering, pussy eating, pussy slappin? unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it) pleasure!dom, dirt talk, breeding kink, creampie, kisses PURR, MDNI
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"A sorry won't make it up, baby, I told you already."
He coos in your ear making you let out a whine. One of your legs over his shoulder as he thrusts his fingers into your needy cunt, letting out wet sounds from your arousal. Your left hand holding onto his arm and your right covering your mouth.
He had come back from work a little tensed up, wanting to cheer your boyfriend up, you decided to do one of his many favorite activities. Massages. He loved having your hands on his body, in a tender and soft way. He had laid down on the bed, back facing you by your demand. He had taken his shirt off, exposing his beautiful muscled back to you. Nothing you haven't seen before.
You dimmed the bedroom lights and played some chill music on the TV. You always loved going the extra mile to make your boyfriend relax. He always found it a bit corny, but if it meant getting your hands on him, he didn't mind one bit.
You crawled onto the bed, sitting on his lower back while you applied lotion on your hands, rubbing it before pressing your hands onto his back. He let out a deep groan at the pressure. Burying his head onto the pillows he let his body relax. It made you giggle a bit, but you didn't stop. Your hands moved to his shoulders, pressing and caressing the area softy. His body would twitch and he would let out a breath.
It made your tummy flip each time he groaned or his breathing got heavy. It was hard to focus when you had him just under you. Your hands traveled down his lower back just under you before you pressed your thumbs down his spine line and massaged upwards to his neck. That's where his back arched a bit, letting the prettiest grunt.
"I'm sorry, baby, was that too much?" You asked, a small smirk on your lips as your hands rested on his shoulders. He didn't even bother glancing up or turning his head towards you, he only shook his head from under the pillows, his hair already messy.
"Okay, good." You confirmed before going back to your massage. That's when your nails accidentally scratched his waist, causing him to let out a hiss as he bled a bit.
"Oh fuck-" you pressed your hand on the small scratch, "Baby, I'm sorry.."
He only let out a grunt before he lifted his head, muttering to himself. Frowning your brows in confusion, you voiced out your concern, "What was that, baby?"
And before you knew it, he was on top of you, wrist pinned on top of your head and both your legs in between his, his lips pressing roughly against yours in a deep kiss. Your heart beat hard against your chest at the sudden force causing you to close your eyes shut as your boyfriend attacked your lips.
"I said; it's my turn."
That's how you found yourself on your third orgasm, all caused by his slim fingers abusing your hole.
"Sh-.. fuck, I'm sorry—" you sobbed as you were robbed from your orgasm, your boyfriend letting out a grunt with a smirk as he pulled his fingers out your cunt, slapping your clit and earning a yelp from you.
"That won't work on me, y/n." He muttered as he sucked his fingers clean, his hand that had slapped your clit resting on your lower stomach, his thumb rubbing your wet folds, "Can we not?.. please?" You begged, looking up at your lover with a small pout.
"Hmm.." he hummed, bringing your hips closer to his. You felt his clothed boner rubbing against your wet pussy lips causing your lips to pout, "Sorry, baby."
Is all he uttered out, pulling his hardened dick out from his sweats. He reached his hand over to you, "Spit." He ordered, catching your breath you did as told. He brought his hand down to his dick, using your spit as lube, "Tap me when it gets too much."
You only winced out, knowing there was no turning back now. Your boyfriend pulled your legs onto your chest, your ankles resting on his shoulders. He rubbed his throbbing head against your wet folds, earning a small sigh of pleasure from you.
"You like that, huh, princess?" He hummed, leaning in and catching your lips in a soft kiss. He took the distraction and pushed his cock into you, causing you to moan into the kiss.
"That's it, princess, taking it so good for me." He whispered, looking down at where both your sexes connected. Although not fully inside you, he pulled himself out, leaving the head of his cock still buried inside your cunt, "You wanna get fucked, right, baby?"
He chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours as he pushed himself back into you. You bit your lip, tilting your head to the side at the stretch, "oh fuck.."
"You're so fucking greedy, taking in my cock so nicely." Your lover moaned as he thrust the rest of him inside you, earning a small yelp. He trapped you in a missionary position, his arms resting on both sides of your head, "Look at me while I fuck you, baby.."
You let out a broken whine, feeling your face and ears heat up. You liked the dirty talk, yet it always made you feel so submissive, so submissive, it was embarrassing. You looked up at him, both your eyes locking. He let out a small smile, one full of pure love. However, his movements said the contrary.
He would snap his hips against yours in a rough manner, causing your mouth to open wide and close your eyes tightly at the feeling. Your partner would let out a grunt as he felt you tighten around his cock, letting out a chuckle, "just like that.."
His grunts and your moans mixed together, echoing alongside the sound of skin slapping against each other. You would feel him reach deeper into you as he pressed his hips onto you, it didn't help with the position he had you in, balls slapping against your ass. You held onto his arms, your nails digging into his skin as he increased his thrusting.
His hand traveled to your neck, squeezing it softly earning a broken moan from you before tickling his fingers down to your clit. Thumb abusing your sensitive nerve as you let out a hiss, toes curling at the stimulation.
His eyes focused on your pussy taking in his cock just like many times before, however, this time it made him specifically hard. Your folds would spread the moment his dick would part from your cut, before slamming back into you. It turned him on so much how well you took him in.
"Such a pretty cunt," he started, letting out a dry laugh before he licked his lips, glancing over at your already fucked out self, "you want my cum inside you, princess?"
He cooed, rubbing your clit a few times before reaching over to grab your chin, making you look at him. You had tears built up on the corner of your eyes, your cheeks were flustered and lips red and swollen, "You want me to fuck my cum into you, right, baby girl?"
He rolled his hips slowly into you his free hand reaching over and circling your nerve, "Use your words, princess."
You let out a sob as you nodded your head, "yes please.." you drooled making him grin. He grabbed your legs, throwing one of them over his shoulder before he pressed his body against yours. His chest on yours. His hand on your chin moved to hold your jaw, locking your face in a singular position as he kissed you, his hips thrusting back into you in speed.
You moaned and whined into the kiss, your lover biting and sucking on your lip as your tightened around his cock, "Go ahead, baby girl, show me how good, I'm making you feel.."
His thrusts became sloppy and uneven, wanting to get deeper into your cunt, "gonna fuck my babies into you.." he muttered onto your lips, moving to kiss your jaw. You untangled your arms from his trap before swinging your arms to wrap around his neck, you pulled him into a deeper kiss, sinking your moans. The heat of the kiss brining you both to reach that sweet release, your cunt sucking in all of his warm semen.
Once he had calmed down, he pulled his soften dick out of you watching the cum leak. He brushed his finger, picking it back up into you. Your boyfriend giggled before leaning in and kissing your nose, "Thank you, baby," he kissed your cheek and then your lips, "thank you for always taking good care of me."
a/n. you cannot tell me these mfs don't have a breeding kink, BECAUSE I KNOW DAMN WELL THEY DO-
✒ Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.
pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, actor!taehyung x ceo!reader
genre/AU: angst, smut, fluff, loverstoexesto ?, coworkers2?, unrequited love
Word count: 4.5k
Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, Taehyung is 32, swearing, fighting, confrontation, tornado of emotions, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of sexism in the media and business world, public shaming (both direct and indirect), morally grey characters, mentions of toxic relationships, mentions of abandonment issues, mentions of therapy, attempts to self-regulate but reader is pissed, mentions of self-blame though oc knows its not entirely her fault, mentions of defamation charges, JK is just 🤬 while KTH is 😇
playlist: Unkiss Me, Apologize, Hate That I Love You, etc.
a/n: Woah okay....so had I fun writing this, even though it took me a hella long time to decide whether to continue the story as a series or not 🫣 Anyway I altered the summary slightly from chapter one (and updated for consistency purposes), but it doesn't change my overall plans! As you read this chapter, I hope you will be able to see my vision (I'm nervous af! haha)! Enjoy 🥰 (edited but pls forgive me for any oversights...my typos are ridiculous)
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You’re seated in a wide sofa chair, surrounded by four blank walls, and the gentle sound of water tricking from a faux rock waterfall. Every element of the space is carefully integrated as a means to calm you. Yet it doesn't calm you in the slightest. Your hands are clammy. Muscles tense with the adrenaline spiking through your veins. It doesn’t help that you’ve been running on nothing but black coffee all week either, refusing to eat until the first promo shoot with your company’s new endorser was launched.
A natural in front of the camera, Kim Taehyung was able to speed the process up, yet it didn’t stop the massive dark circles from forming under your eyes. This morning, he'd told you they were unnoticeable but you've seen how you look in the mirror, and they're anything but unnoticeable. Still, you find his gesture to soothe sweet. Thankfully, your new partnership has been smooth sailing which is quite a blessing considering the disaster he nearly walked into.
Yes. You’re referring to that disaster in particular. When, in some desperate last-minute attempt for validation, you threw yourself into the arms of your ex-husband.
More like fixed the collar of his shirt and whoops, slid right on his dick…again.
What is wrong with you?
You’ve been asking yourself the question far too many times. You’d think being a hot-shot CEO of a million-dollar tech company would make you like titanium, resilient as finely pounded steel but no; you're just barely keeping yourself together. You regret your rash decision that day, you regret ever marrying Jeon Jungkook, and you regret ever giving in to your stupid feelings.
That’s why you’re here now, waiting in the office of your therapist’s private practice, hands restless in your lap. You’ve been seeing Melody for just over two months since your divorce was finalized, ready to move on; trying to, more like.
‘JeonX CEO Jeon Jungkook’s ex-wife compensated $1.8 billion in divorce’
‘South Korea’s Golden It couple split with ex-wife taking half the company revenue’
These are the lovely words that greet you from your phone screen.
You have the urge to grab your special red ballpoint pen from your bag and scribble out the entire paragraph, except it’s not a printed gossip magazine— it’s a newspaper column on the internet. Instead, you close out the pesky tab on your phone and reply to its sender.
Chim 🐥: can you believe this crap they’re saying about you?! It's no shit you were given a hefty divorce settlement. You brought in half the income! They’re making you look like some kind of gold digger. I swear if I ever lay my eyes on that pretty ex-husband of yours, I will end him! 😡 [sent at 5:06 pm]
Park Jimin, your childhood best friend, sends you a follow-up text when you don’t immediately reply to the news articles he forwarded over. He’s been extremely overprotective of you lately and especially pissed at how the media’s been portraying you, while Jungkook is seemingly getting a free ride. He’s always had an axe to grind with your ex-husband, to be honest, the divorce gives him only more reason to hate him.
You: Thanks for your concern Chim, but nothing they say surprises me anymore. If you don’t mind, can you stop sending these to me? [sent at 5:12 pm]
You hope your message doesn’t read as cold or dismissive. Jimin’s concern for you is a light in a dark place, but you don’t really want to be reminded of the amount of slandering articles still targeted towards you.
Gone are the days when the public saw you as a powerful woman in business, the one to watch, or the CEO of the fastest-growing startup in the last ten years. You're now simply Jeon Jungkook’s conniving ex-wife; as if you’ve merely seduced him for his money and ran when the going was good.
Of course, the whole situation is skewed to his side; half the world is in love with him after all, and that includes the few lingering reporters who've been practically salivating three feet from you at any given chance, hoping to get an exclusive “inside look”. Your marriage was a sham, you wanted to scream, a mutual business transaction.
Too bad rather than an increase in status, resources, and market share, you gained a pile of twisted, unwarranted emotions and regrets.
“I apologize for the wait Ms. __."
The door swings open as your therapist rushes into the room. She stops at her desk to retrieve last week’s session notes, then takes a seat in the chair adjacent to you with crossed legs.
“It’s okay,” you assure, straightening your posture. “I understand how crazy busy the day can get. It wasn't a long wait anyway."
Melody gives a small smile and jots a few words on her notepad. “Thank you for understanding. How are you doing this week?”
You take a deep breath. "Tired," you respond, "especially this week at work. It's like as soon as I wrap up one project, there's another jumping out from nowhere." You used to be ahead of the game. Now you're barely surviving.
"That's right," she hums. "Last week you mentioned having to attend a charity gala soon. Would you like to start there today?"
Crap, you're suddenly reminded that you have to pick up your gown by 7 pm tonight. You entertained the idea of not going to the gala at all, but that would do you no favors in the end. Given your situation, you can't skip out on such an important charity event.
"Sure," you nod. "The Winter Gala's tomorrow night, actually. It's funny how I used to look forward to it every year, being an opportunity to network and catch up with my peers. I can't say I feel the same thrill this time around."
"Because of the divorce you mean?"
"Exactly. Being the CEO of one of the largest software corporations in the world, my ex-husband's influence far exceeds my own. So whether out of loyalty or political agenda, anyone who's anyone will be on his side of the room. I'm gonna end up being that one awkward person in the corner in a far too expensive Dior gown who no one wants to dance with." You nervously chuckle out the last sentence.
Melody opens her mouth to respond, yet stops when she notices you're not quite finished.
"It'll be the first time seeing my ex-husband after months of no contact too. I guess that's what I'm looking forward to the least."
When you think about it, the most you've seen of Jungkook is his face appearing on the massive screens downtown. He's been featured in at least a dozen interviews lately, teasing a brand-new product his company's planning to release in the spring. Seems he's doing well.
"What you feel is valid Ms. __." Melody seeks to assure you. "In the past, you used to go to these events with Jungkook right? He provided you with a sense of safety, as you did for him, no doubt. I wonder if it's a lack of consistency and belonging that worries you, more than it is about seeing your ex-husband and your peers. Companionship too, of course."
"I suppose that makes sense, but it never used to be this way." Your voice raises to match your sudden argumentativeness. "I used to be very comfortable in my own skin. I used to be confident going to these events alone, long before Jungkook came into the picture."
You pause to take a breath before continuing.
"When Jungkook became CEO of his family's software company, JeonX, he was steps away from being bought out by both our competitors, so a partnership was proposed. We married at 27 as nothing more than two ambitious, rising leaders in business. Neither of us was after love or romance when our careers were at stake."
"But then that changed for you," your therapist carefully observes. "Combined, you both held the largest share of the tech market. You and Jungkook were also in an extremely intimate relationship, yet treated it as a business contract. Unfortunately, those don't always come out clean in the wash. It appears to me that while you gave him three honest years of your life, he stole those three years from you."
The words take a moment to sink in; Jungkook stole three years from you. It conflicts with what you want to believe, though from the bottom of your heart, you know she's right.
"I feel so...guilty. I hate that I fell for him, and I hate that I'm struggling this much to let him go." As you tear up, Melody hands you a tissue from the side table with an empathetic gaze. You mouth a thank you and gently dab your eyes with the soft fabric.
"I'd give yourself some grace Ms. __. But if I may ask, what about Jungkook?" she gently probes. "Do you think he feels the same?"
"No...," you say with remorse, shaking your head. "He's moved on."
Melody remains silent for as long as you need in the moments following, cautious to follow your lead. The last thing a therapist should do is rush their patient through the session, so she sits patiently and waits for your go.
"Sorry," you finally say. "We should continue."
"No need for apologies," she replies. "Take your time."
It takes a good minute or two longer of sitting in your car before you can fully compose yourself. As usual, your session with Melody was intense and insightful, but it was far too short. You're gripping the wheel with both hands when her final words of the session echo through your head: "Give yourself some grace; blaming yourself won't do any good."
Seemingly simple advice, yet tough to follow when you constantly feel responsible for the mess you're in. Yes, even though Jungkook has the bigger end of the stick, you made your share of mistakes too. You should have looked into other options when you found out your competitors were looking to buy out JeonX instead of eloping with their CEO.
Just what were you thinking __? you harshly scold yourself. You were trying to protect your company. You both were. Too bad you placed the cart in front of the horse.
Forcing yourself to take a slow, deep breath, your eyes widen in alarm when you catch the time on the clock— 6:38 pm. Fuck! The boutique that's holding your gown for tomorrow's gala is closing in twenty minutes. Without a moment to spare, you yank the seatbelt and slam your foot on the gas.
"Good evening Ms. __." A young woman, fitted in a black pencil skirt and white blouse, greets you with a faint bow as soon as you step foot into the posh boutique.
"Hello, Hana," you refer to the young lady by name with a smile. "I'm terribly sorry to be coming in this late. I came by to pick up the gown I sent in for alterations two weeks ago. The event's tomorrow and I know the shop will be closed for the day."
Knowing the exact dress you're referring to, Hana responds with a soft tone, "Please don't worry Ms. __. We have the gown ready." She disappears to the back of the shop to retrieve it.
As you wait, your mind drifts to memories of last year's gala. You had worn a vibrant, gold gown that evening, slightly risky with a low neckline. Jungkook liked it though, as he wore a matching gold vest himself. You can imagine how crazy the press went when you both set foot on the scene, arms linked and appearing to have coordinated your attire perfectly.
Every investor at the gig wanted to be your friend that night, anxiously pushing through the crowds to speak to you. One of them nearly split your dress in two, as he had accidentally stepped on your gown after one too many drinks. You recall Jungkook scolding the man before turning his full attention to you, making sure you were alright. You consider this to be the first time you truly started looking at him as your husband, a feeling of warmth blooming inside you.
How foolish you were to let that feeling grow.
You're attending the gala alone this year, without him.
Possessing no desire to call attention to yourself this year, you've chosen a rich, navy blue gown instead. It's subtle yet sophisticated. Made out of the finest silk, its silhouette is sleek and falls straight down to the floor without any extravagant frills. The neckline is simple too, paired with a tasteful open back. There are no flashy accessories or embellishments, just a straightforward, classic design. You find the gown beautifully elegant, and nowhere near as bold as your previous one.
"Here it is Ms. __," Hana chips from afar, her heels clacking against the polished floor tiles. In her hand is a generously sized garment bag, your dress flowing underneath.
"Thank you so much, Hana," you say, taking the gown from her hand. "Again, I'm sorry for my tardiness picking this up. I hope you have a wonderful night."
You leave the boutique, the sun having already set.
The Winter Gala takes place on the top floor of Seoul's most luxurious hotel, specifically in its grand ballroom. The walls are adorned with gold trim, and its floors are elegantly lined with polished black marble. Above, a magnificent glass chandelier glimmers, catching the moonlight filtering through the surrounding glass windows.
Despite being a private event, the gala attracts a whole slew of press and locals who eagerly gather on either side of the hotel's front doors, treating it as a prime spot for viewing the red carpet.
Physically, you're ready; dressed to the nines, and makeup done just right. Mentally, you're absent; secretly sipping a margarita at the end of the earth, wherever that is. The day finally comes for you to make an appearance at the Annual Winter Gala and it's clear, you're not prepared in the slightest.
Your nerves consume you as you sit in the backseat of your limousine. You protested against being dropped off at the front entrance. Hell, you hadn't even wanted to arrive in a limo. However, your PR team insisted you be seen arriving, happy to be supporting a charitable event for the eighth year in a row.
Reluctantly, you complied.
Chim 🐥: I wish I could be there with you tonight 😞 No matter what, don't let those snobs get into your head. You look stunning and you have nothing to be ashamed of! [sent at 6:23 pm]
"Thank you, love," you whisper to aloud upon reading your best friend's endearing message. Before you can craft a reply, your door is flung open, with harsh flashes of cameras blinding you. When you step out of the limo, you hear a mix of passionate cheering and interrogative remarks.
"Ms. __, could you share with us your experience of attending the gala without Jeon Jungkook by your side for the first time?"
"Ms. __, it's unexpected to see you here this year, especially considering your recent separation from your ex-husband, who is also on the guest list!"
"Ms. __, how do you plan to navigate the evening's festivities without the familiar presence of your former partner?"
Just keep walking __. If you can just get inside the building and tune out the noise, you'll be fine. You coach yourself with every step, but make little progress with the amount of discomfort only skyrocketing. Your photos are being taken, and questions barrage you from all angles. To top it off, you feel a strong migraine coming on and oh fuck— is that the devil now?
You don't have to glance back to guess the sudden increase in cheering is due to the arrival of another hot A-lister. It has to be Jungkook with a new woman by his side. You think he wouldn't bring a date to an event like this, even if she were a hire? You'd be horribly mistaken.
You fight against the urge to turn around and confirm if your suspicions are true.
"__!" a voice calls out, which you ignore.
But wait a minute.
You stop in your tracks—that's not Jungkook's voice at all; it’s far too raspy.
Peeking over your shoulder, your jaw falls open as you see Kim Taehyung steps behind you wearing a boxy grin on his face. He's dressed to the hills with a shiny maroon, Louis Vuitton suit hugging his slim waist. Quite handsome, per usual, but what is he doing here?
Taking the initiative, Taehyung strides next to you and waves to the crowd charismatically. “My movie shoot wrapped up early so I thought I’d swing by and see what all the excitement’s about,” he says.
You observe how easy it is for him to appease the crowd, a skill you’re still working to sharpen.
“Tae-” you begin.
He then turns to you and looks straight into your eyes. You shiver at from the sudden intensity.
“I got an invitation too, and the gala happens to support a cause that I find close to my heart.” His voice lowers for the next part, allowing only your ears to hear. “I also didn’t want you having to be alone this evening, __. I hope I didn’t overstep my boundaries.”
Taehyung’s words manage to coax you away from your previously frazzled state, comforting you as the chaos quiets around you.
“Thank you, Taehyung. You didn’t, don’t worry,” you reply, giving a tight-lipped smile. “It’s actually a good thing you came since you’re basically the second face of my company after all.”
“I’m happy to hear that. We’ve been working so well together recently, and I don’t want to ruin it. May I?” He offers you an arm.
“You may.” You slip your arm into his and continue towards the hotel entrance. You admit you’re glad to see him.
With Taehyung nearby, your apprehensions of the night start to subside. He’s not always beside you, slipping away to mingle often, yet his mere presence relaxes you. You haven’t even thought about Jungkook to be honest. Well, maybe a little bit.
You take a sip of the drink in your hand and casually scan the ballroom until bingo, you spot your ex-husband by the bar in the middle of half a dozen people. Figures he’s the center of attention, effortlessly tethering people to himself. Jungkook loves the spotlight, and the spotlight loves him. As you continue watching him from across the room, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirls within you; longing, sorrow, anger. You haven't seen him in over two months, it feels surreal.
Memories of your time together come flooding back all at once—both the good and the bad, yet mostly bad. It's strange how someone you were once so close to can suddenly feel like a stranger. You allow your gaze to linger a moment longer, curious to conclude a date is nowhere in sight. Perhaps you’re mistaken and they’ve merely slipped away for a second. You’re positive he would’ve brought someone.
Bitterly, you gulp down another sip of your drink. When you place your glass down, you nearly choke at the sight of Jungkook's dark eyes burning holes at you. You avert your gaze immediately, silently begging that he didn’t just witness you staring at him and take it as an unsolicited invitation to come over.
“So,” a provocative voice unexpectedly slides next to you. “Looks like you just traded one bachelor for the next __. I’m shocked to see you’ve shown up to our little soirée.”
Oh god, you roll your eyes, recognizing the owner of the slithery voice like the back of your hand. You do not have the stamina for this tonight.
“Kathy," you greet with the fakest, yet sweetest smile possible. "Nice seeing you again. I haven't seen you since last year. How's the baby?"
"Oh please," she scoffs. "Don't try to deflect, sweetie. We both know it's you who is of far more... intrigue. If you understand my gist."
You want to hurl at this woman's condescending tone. Nothing gets under your skin more than someone your age calling you sweetie. It's not endearing in the slightest, especially when it's Kathy Lee, Director of CommaTen. You despise each other, likely because you both hit it big in the industry at a young age. Meeting someone who reminds you so closely of yourself isn't always a blessing.
“Anyway, as I was saying," she continues, brushing her hair behind an ear. "I have quite the bone to pick with you about stealing that actor from me. Kim Taehyung was mine first, you know."
Hers? She speaks as if a person can be owned. You won't lie, you're surprised Taehyung agreed to partner with you at a time when most of Seoul's elites have turned against you. You're naive to assume that his support wouldn't backfire on his reputation. On the other hand, he's been your endorser for two months now and his following remains fully intact.
“To be frank, I didn't know the two of you were talking business at all," you respond to the accusations with composure, though burning up inside. "But of course, he's free to make his own decisions, can't he? Whatever the reason, something must have enticed him."
“You—" Offended by your insinuation that your offer was better than hers, Kathy doesn't stop what comes next. "We both know the only reason why Kim Taehyung's with you is because Jungkook left you! And you need the extra publicity, isn't that right?"
Fuck. Well, now you're really fucking embarrassed because, at that moment, everyone in the room shifts their attention your way. A pin drop could be heard in the entire ballroom since even the live band ceased their playing.
This is why you didn't want to come. Your fingers fumble with the fabric of your gown.
“Don't act like you're above me just because your company might be worth more than mine, __. We'll catch up with you soon," Kathy spits her final words before spinning around and triumphantly walking away.
Don't cry, you tell yourself. Everyone's staring at you; the press, your peers, Jungkook, and Taehyung. Don't you dare cry.
As the murmurs of conversation gradually resume around you, you force yourself to take a deep, steadying breath. Kathy's words were nothing but a feeble attempt to save her own face. Besides, what company doesn't have at least one endorser?
"Are you alright?" Taehyung's low, gentle voice catches your attention as he swiftly returns to your side, no doubt influenced after witnessing Kathy's verbal jab.
You manage a tight-lipped smile, nodding faintly as you attempt to push back the overwhelming wave of humiliation. "I will be," you reply, though the words feel hollow even to your own ears.
His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, a silent understanding passing between you.
"I hope you don't take her words to heart, __," he mutters. "I chose to become your partner because I genuinely believe in your product. I'm selective about who I support, so please trust me when I say it wasn't because of material gain or pity."
You're on the verge of responding to his reassurance when you catch sight of your ex-husband from the corner of your eye, striding his way over to you for the first time tonight. His expression is unreadable, so you brace yourself, unsure of what to expect.
"__," he starts, his voice low but carrying an unmistakable urgency. "Can we talk?"
You and Taehyung share a quick glance before you follow Jungkook out of the ballroom, seeking privacy.
As soon as you're out of earshot, Jungkook turns to you, his features softened by a hint of concern. "Hey," he starts. "I meant to get over to you sooner but got tied up. You know how it is."
"Yeah, I know," you respond, though you'd rather he didn't come over at all, especially after being dragged into the spotlight in front of all your peers and colleagues.
The two of you share an unsettling silence before he speaks again.
"You-You look good." He allows his eyes to rake up and down your body, causing you to cross your arms in discomfort. There was a time when his gaze brought a flutter of excitement, but now, you're not so sure it brings you the same pleasure.
"I'm sorry for what happened in there," he says. "You okay?"
"What?" you repeat, your eyes wide with surprise, stunned by his unexpected apology. "Am I okay?"
Where was this concern when he handed you the divorce papers nine months ago? Or when he willingly took advantage of your vulnerability that time in your office, only to disappear afterward, as if he hadn't just torn your heart out of your chest? You clench your fists, trying to contain the rising temperature of your anger.
"Yeah, about what she said about you," he clarifies. "It was uncalled for, and I feel horrible about it." He reaches out to touch you, but you instinctively step back, as if his touch would scorch you.
"Please, don't," you sigh, a trace of weariness in your voice. "It's fine."
"I'm serious __, I can have her charged with defamation for that. It wouldn't take much!" His insistence is unwavering, and it strikes your last nerve.
"You don't need to fight my battles for me, Jungkook," you suddenly snap, voice stern. "I'm not completely helpless now that you've divorced me!"
Jungkook's expression darkens, regret flickering in his eyes. "I'm not saying you are. I'm just trying to help."
"Help?" you repeat, doubtful. "How do you think that's going to look for me in the media? Jeon Jungkook slaps another high society member with a defamation charge for ex-wife. Thanks, but no thanks. I get enough of that as is."
He sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know they've been difficult on you recentl—"
"Difficult?" you interject, your anger bubbling to the surface. "In case you haven't noticed my face is on every gossip magazine, billboard, press release, and anything else they can use to scorn me with. It's unbearable, especially since I still have a business to run."
Jungkook winces, clearly stung by your words. "Then let me help. I'll get them removed for you. I still care about you, __."
You scoff. "You care about me? Is that why you made me sign our divorce papers three months after you found out I wanted more than a fake marriage?"
His jaw clenches, gaze dropping to the floor guiltily. "It's not like that, __. I'm not trying to be an avoidant asshole. I want you to-"
"Find someone else. Yeah, I got it," you mutter bitterly, feeling a fresh wave of hurt wash over you.
"I'm sorry, __. I am."
You stare at him, torn between resentment and a lingering ache for the connection you once shared. Now, he's apologizing?
"So am I," you say, slowly backing away from him. "You don't have to do anything, Jungkook. I'm fine."
You then turn on your heels to return to the ballroom where Taehyung still waits for you, leaving your ex-husband standing in the hallway, alone.
a/n: A much-needed confrontation between oc and jk eh? But... *laughs evilly*..this is not the end...LMK what you think! 🤔🤍
☾ summary: since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where you’re the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.
☾ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader
☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.
☾ w.c: 16,6k
☾ genre: angst, smut, slice of life, strangers to lovers, college au, fuckboy jk, inexperienced/virgin reader.
☾ warnings: mentions of death, grief, explicit language, mature content
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"Jungkook, I can’t, I'm a virgin," you said all at once, averting your gaze because you didn't want to see his reaction.
"What?" he asked, breathless and a little shocked.
"Yeah," you swallowed hard, and he sighed.
"Okay, sorry if I..." he stuttered, seeming embarrassed. "We can... stop," Jungkook looked at you, "I... didn't know," he said, adjusting his erection which now, without the jeans, was visible in the black boxer briefs he wore.
"It's okay, I let us get this far because I was horny, and I..." you sighed, "I didn't think it through, I should have told you earlier."
You felt your pussy pulsating and your whole body burning for more contact; you needed to be touched, you needed Jungkook, but you didn't think it was the right time yet. You both looked at each other for a moment, breathing a little heavily. Jungkook with his pants halfway down and his dick fully hard, and you with your breasts out and your panties soaked.
Damn, you had sworn you'd never kiss him again, and you were almost fucking him.
"It's okay, no problem," Jungkook said, pulling his pants back up. "Can you give me a minute? I kind of...," he said, looking at his dick, and you bit your lip, somewhat proud of having gotten him in that state. "Have an issue here."
"Sorry," you said, grabbing your shirt and covering your breasts.
"Are you apologizing for getting my dick hard?" he chuckled. "That's a new one."
"Sorry for getting it hard and not being able to help you with it," you shrugged, "And to be honest, my panties are soaked, I can feel it."
Jungkook laughed, biting his lower lip.
"Sorry for getting you all wet and ready for me, babe," he whispered, leaning closer to you and giving you a kiss on the cheek, leaving you completely breathless.
"Asshole," you muttered as he pulled away.
"Which one of these doors is the bathroom again?" he asked casually, looking at the three closed doors.
"The one in the middle," you replied, putting on your shirt and flopping onto the couch.
The ride home was silent. It was already dark outside, and you couldn't stop thinking about what you and Jungkook had done in the cabin or what had almost happened. You felt a bit regretful for not letting yourself go further, but you also knew it wasn't right.
"I'm sorry for breaking the mood," you said softly, and Jungkook looked at you. "I should have told you earlier that I was a virgin."
"No need to apologize. It's not like you should walk around with a sign saying you're a virgin for everyone," he replied calmly, adjusting himself in the passenger seat. "But I could never have predicted that."
"Predicted what?"
"That you were a virgin," he shrugged, "You seemed to know exactly what you were doing."
You chuckled. The comment made you happy, embarrassed, proud. Being a virgin wasn't a big issue for you, but sometimes you questioned it.
"It was instinctive," you explained, and Jungkook laughed.
"Yeah, I guess that's how these things go."
Silence filled the air again for a few more minutes.
"What's the furthest you've gone? I mean, it's okay if you don't want to answer," Jungkook broke the silence with a hesitant tone.
"Just a handjob for my ex," you said, staring at the road ahead.
"Nothing in return?" he asked.
"Nothing in return," you confirmed.
"That's sad.”
"Yeah," you chuckled humorlessly, "But he did suck my tits like you did."
"And was it as good?"
"Jungkook, I'm not going to answer that," you said, quickly averting your gaze from him.
"Come on."
"I won't," you shrugged.
No, it wasn't as good as what Jungkook did.
"It's the least you can do for leaving my balls sore," he tried to convince you, and you laughed.
"Does that really happen? I mean, does it really hurt if you don't cum?" you asked, curious.
Jungkook chuckled at your question, his eyes glancing at you briefly.
"Yeah, it can hurt," he replied, his tone light. "It's more like a discomfort, you know? Like the body's way of saying, 'Hey, we need some relief down here.'”
"Guess I have an idea of how it feels," you said, somewhat distractedly, as you steered the wheel to make a turn, Jungkook's laughter echoing through the car.
"Sure you do, but it's probably not quite the same for you," he teased.
"But it does... down there," you admitted softly, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Jungkook chuckled again, his fingers dancing over the car radio.
"I bet it doesn't hurt as much as it does here," he replied simply after a pause, tapping the radio dial. "Mind if I put on some music?"
"Nope," you shrugged, "And it's not a competition, I felt the pain too," you grumbled.
"Of course, it's not a competition," Jungkook said, turning on the radio and tuning it to a different station than the one preset in the car. "Because if it were a competition, I'd have won."
You laughed, tilting your head back slightly but not enough to take your eyes off the road.
"You refuse to lose?" you teased, raising an eyebrow.
"It's not that I refuse, it's just that I never lose, period," he said, a victorious smile playing on his lips as he leaned his head against the car window.
"Right," you said amidst laughter.
The journey back seemed shorter than the trip there, and in a matter of minutes, you were back on the bustling streets and avenues of downtown Seoul. Both of you chatted randomly about trivial matters, nothing too deep. Occasionally, there were lulls in the conversation, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, rather a satisfying one. Jungkook guide the way to his apartment, not too well because he made you take the wrong exit twice, prompting you to huff in irritation. But you admitted to yourself that you often got lost in the city, both on foot and by car, so you couldn't judge him too harshly.
You slowed down, pulling over in front of Jungkook's apartment building. He unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his backpack.
"Thanks for the ride," he said, a smile playing on his lips.
"Thanks for the company," you replied, returning the smile.
"If I had known you could drive, I would've hitched more rides with you," he joked as he opened the car door and stepped out onto the sidewalk.
"Well, next time, I'll hitch a ride with you instead," you called out, half-jokingly. Jungkook scratched the back of his neck and chuckled nervously.
"Yeah, sure," he rolled his eyes, "Except that won't be possible because I don't know how to drive. Anyway, see you, Y/N." Jungkook rushed through his words, already turning towards the apartment entrance before you could fully process the information. You chuckled, shook your head, and changed the radio station back to your usual one before heading home.
"I get really sad when you fight with daddy," Khai spoke, as you crouched down to his eye level to properly say goodbye at his school's entrance. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a hug. It pained you to hear him talk like that, but the argument wasn't entirely your fault, even though you knew Khai was too young to fully understand that.
The previous night, when you got home, your father questioned who had given you permission to use his car, and when you reminded him that he had always allowed you to use it, he fell silent, unable to dispute what you said because, indeed, using his car had never been an issue.
"I know it must be hard for you to see me argue with daddy, but Khai, there are things you're still too young to understand," you said slowly, in a calm tone, as you broke the hug.
"Yeah, like math equations," he said with a pensive expression, "But I can understand that you and daddy aren't doing well, and that makes me sad," he pouted. "Don't you get sad too?" Khai asked, his eyes wide with concern.
You smiled softly at Khai's question, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
"Of course, it makes me sad too, but sometimes, grown-ups have disagreements, and it we just need some time to work things out."
Khai nodded slowly.
"But can you please try not to argue with Dad?"
"But can you please stop chattering and go to class? It's time, okay?" You say, turning him away from you and towards the school entrance, while adjusting his blue backpack on his back.
"That sucks," he grumbles.
"Don't talk like that," you say, standing up and giving him a kiss on the head. "I'll pick you up later."
"Okay," he said a bit grumpily and walked slowly to the school entrance as you watched him go in.
You walked for a while longer until you reached your college, already running late, so you took larger steps and headed towards your next class. But while you were totally focused on reaching your destination, you heard a voice call your name. You stopped abruptly, searching for who had called you and found Yoongi running towards you, looking as rushed as you were.
"Hello," he said a little breathlessly.
"Hey," you replied hurriedly, hoping this conversation would be as brief as possible.
"What's up?" he asked calmly. Oh God, what now?
"What’s up?” you replied, furrowing your brow.
"I just wanted to say you literally saved me," Yoongi began, and you furrowed your brow even more as he spoke, "I mean, your notes probably helped me get a passing grade on the test."
"Oh, that's good," you said, already turning to leave.
"Hold on," he said quietly, "I want to return this to you." Yoongi pulled your notes out of his backpack, "Thank you so much," he smiled genuinely.
"No problem," you took the paper from his hand and again prepared to leave.
"You've always been really cool, I told Jungkook," Yoongi continued, eliciting a deep breath from you. You knew he had good intentions, but you were so late for class.
"Thanks, Yoongi, but I really have to go now, okay?" you smiled at him, a little forced, you had to admit, and hurried with quick steps to class.
You made your way to the class, settling into your usual spot. Retrieving your things from your bag, you began jotting down class notes. Thankfully, there wasn't much to catch up on, which suited you fine. You don’t want to have to interact with classmates to fill in the gaps from missed discussions, but it seemed the teacher had just iniciated the topic.
As you transcribed everything she elucidated about the stock market, your mind drifted back to yesterday. Jungkook's touch, the way he moans and stirred sensations you'd never experienced before. Like the sensation of his mouth on your nipples, hardening them, and the palpable presence of his cock beneath you, pushing you to ecstasy.
You swallowed hard, cheeks flushing at the memory. Reaching for your water bottle, you brought the straw to your lips, savoring the cool liquid as an attempt to assuage the internal heat, despite the chilly temperature.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, you tossed your head back, contemplating the possibility of maybe you wanted to be another one on Jungkook's list.
Not really, you didn't want to.
But what if, just maybe, it was your time?
After all, your perspective on sex had shifted; it wasn't the huge event you once thought it to be, which explained why you'd waited so long to shed your virginity, while your friends had done so in high school.
Would he be willing to take your virginity? Don't guys like to brag about that sort of thing? Obviously, he would be willing. That's how it seemed yesterday.
But okay, fine, you could think about that later; right now, you needed to focus on figuring out the best approach to the stock market or something like that. Not on how Jungkook's hands seemed to know exactly what they were doing as they roamed unreservedly over your body.
Oh, damn. You needed to concentrate, fuck you, Jungkook.
Just for a little while, you needed to think about something other than him.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
That was going to be too difficult.
You were leaving class when you saw the notification of Hobi's message on your phone. You immediately smiled. You liked receiving the messages he sent you.
Jung Hoseok: hey, was thinking we could grab lunch together if you don't have anything more interesting to do
Jung Hoseok: I want to convince you to give street dance a chance and I'm determined
You chuckled at the message and swiftly typed your reply as you strolled through the university hall.
You: Lunch sounds great, and I'm curious about your determination
You: My class ends at 12 pm. How about meeting at that restaurant near the studio at 12:40 pm?
Jung Hoseok: Yes! Great!!
You eagerly waited until lunchtime to meet up with Hobi. He was always great company and never failed to cheer you up. However, the hours seemed to drag on, and during your last class, which you usually shared with Jungkook, you noticed that hes missing. You hadn't seen him around campus all morning, and for a moment, you wondered if he was okay. Yet again, you didn't feel comfortable enough to send a message asking.
Even though you had felt comfortable enough to get all rubbing with him yesterday.
You rubbed your hands over your face, trying once again to push that thought out of your head. Jeon Jungkook was a pain in the ass, and that's why his reputation echoed so loudly across campus.
When the professor concluded the class, you dashed out of the door, walking briskly to the nearest bus stop to meet Hoseok. Taking a seat in the back row of the bus, you put on some music as you made your way to meet him.
But you arrived too early because there were still a few minutes left before the appointed time, and no sign of Hobi. So you walked through the streets, admiring some beautiful clothing displays in the storefronts. You even stepped into a cosmetics store, leaving empty-handed but eyeing a pretty pink gloss that caught your attention.
Sitting on a bench across from the restaurant, you took your phone out of your purse and opened Instagram, scrolling through the stories of familiar faces. Then, a notification popped up from Instagram itself, inviting you to see what you were doing on the same day two years ago. Without much thought, you opened it, and to your surprise, it was a photo of you and your mother: both of you smiling broadly, cheeks pressed together, and eyes closed. Your hair, in the same color and texture, blending into one as you wore winter clothes and hugged each other. You remembered that day vividly, at the cabin, a celebration because she had been promoted, so you spent the weekend there and invited some of your parents' friends.
You felt your heart tighten and a lump form in your throat. For a moment, your eyes stung, threatening to form tears. You took a deep breath and rolled your eyes upwards, trying to prevent any tears from escaping. That's when Hobi arrived, and his voice could be heard.
"I'm here," he said excitedly, with that radiant smile on his lips, and you sighed in gratitude.
"Just in time," you smiled, picking up your bag and adjusting it on your shoulder, tucking your phone inside.
"You got here early?" Hobi questioned, walking alongside you.
"The bus didn't take long, and neither did the class end," you shrugged, "I got lucky."
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," Hobi said, adjusting the yellow winter coat he was wearing.
"Not at all," you shook your head as you both walked towards the restaurant's entrance.
You both entered the restaurant and took off your coats; it was definitely warmer inside than out on the streets. You sat at a table facing each other and both ordered the same thing: Japchae with some side dishes. You settled into your chair while Hobi looked at you amused.
"Well, are you ready?" he asked, his voice playful.
"Ready for what exactly?" you raised an eyebrow, looking at him as he bit his lower lip.
"I could have made a whole PowerPoint presentation to convince you to attend one of my street dance classes," he chuckled, and you did too, "but unfortunately, I'm terrible at that kind of art."
"Hmm, what about persuasion?" you asked, amused, adjusting your hands on the table.
"Alright, here we go," he cleared his throat and straightened up, grabbing his phone. "Reasons why you have to take a street dance class with me," Hobi said, reading from his notes, which made you chuckle. "First and foremost, my company."
"Okay," you nodded in agreement.
Hobi continued, a playful glint in his eyes, "Secondly, you'll get to learn some moves that you'll actually use in real life, unlike ballet."
You laughed, grimacing at the second part. You remembered begging your parents to let you take ballet lessons, and your dad insisting it was outdated while your mom agreed but knew it was a great way for you to learn discipline.
"Third," Hobi made the number three with his fingers, "It's much easier than ballet."
"I think we've agreed to disagree on that one, haven't we?" you squinted and smiled, watching him bite his tongue and release a small chuckle.
"Yeah, whatever. Third, it's another way for you to relax, and from what I know, you could use it."
"Hey," you raised your eyebrows and pouted.
"Hey, I'm just saying it like it is," Hobi replied with a playful shrug.
You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, Hobi interrupted your thoughts. "Fourth reason, it's going to be fun, I promise," he glanced up from his phone, "Fifth," Hobi hesitated, "uh... well, there isn't one, but that's basically it," he chuckled, and you couldn't help but join in.
"Alright, I'm in," you said simply, observing the change in his expression, his eyes sharpening beneath the broad smile on his face.
"That was easy," he muttered to himself, pleased with the outcome.
Hobi seemed puzzled, furrowing his brows and wrinkling his nose, making you laugh.
"I heard you were hard to convince."
You sighed and chuckled.
"Well, I was already leaning towards agreeing."
"That's good," the blue-haired boy said softly, "Your mom would like that."
You closed your eyes at his words, shifting your gaze and staring at your thighs. Your mom would indeed be happy to see you making friends, trying new things. She was your number one cheer, but you had lost all motivation to do anything since she got sick because your goal was to spend her last moments with her.
"I think she would," you agreed with a smile, followed by a deep breath.
Hobi's expression softened right the way, "It's important to honor her memory by living fully," he said, reaching out to touch your hand.
"Yeah, I'm trying," you admitted, squeezing his hand.
"We'll make sure she's proud."
Making your mother proud was clearly a goal you didn't think you had achieved, but on her deathbed, one of the last things she said was that she was proud of you.
Those words made you crumble with relief and sadness, all mixed up because you didn't think you had come anywhere close to the woman you wanted to be or the woman you wanted your mother to witness.
A few months before she became very ill, but already with the devastating diagnosis of pancreatic cancer, she had called you out for not studying enough and showing up to a video call with her hungover while she was undergoing chemotherapy. You hadn't moved back yet, and her prognosis wasn't the worst at that point. You remember her words well, "I need you to be the woman you've always wanted to be, the woman you're proud of." And that haunted you sometimes because you didn't know if you were exactly someone you were proud to be.
The lunch continued with more conversation and laughter. The food was delicious, and you enjoyed your outings with Hobi because he was great company and always made you laugh. As you left the restaurant together, you needed to head home soon to pick up Khai.
"Wow," Hoseok remarked, passing by one of those claw machine games, "I used to love trying to grab plushies from these machines, but my dad always said it was just a waste of money and that it was always rigged."
"That's not true," you replied, hands in your pockets as you approached the machine that Hobi was eyeing with gleaming eyes. "I used to grab plenty when I was younger, but of course, it depends on the claw, some are really weak, and it never works out, it also depends on the latch and many things." You chattered away as Hobi looked at you impressed.
"Do you think you can grab one?" he asked, and you examined the plushies behind the glass. The machine was full, which was good. There were plushies that seemed to be in a more favorable position for the claw's grip, which was also good. You shrugged and nodded.
"Can you hold this for me?" you asked, handing him your bag, "We need some coins."
Hobi was quick to fish out some coins from his pocket and handed them to you. You spotted a bear with a pink nose and fur matching Hobi's hair color right next to the acrylic box where you were supposed to drop the plushie after grabbing it with the claw. You smiled, inserted the coin, and aimed for that bear. The claw managed to grab it, but soon dropped the toy, eliciting frustrated sighs from both you and Hobi. He handed you another coin, and once again, you focused as the claw nestled between the bear's arms and legs, releasing it precisely where it should.
You and Hobi both erupted in joy, quickly embracing as you picked up the bear and handed it to him, receiving it with a big smile on his face.
"Wow, I'm impressed," he said, examining the bear. "I always believed I'd never get one of these from a machine."
"Well, that was before you became friends with me; now, I'll always grab a bear for you," you grinned at him, a confident smile because you were delighted to have gotten him a bear.
You both chatted as you walked to the bus stop, where you waited with Hobi until your bus arrived shortly after.
You attended therapy.
You started before your mother passed away; she believed it was important. But it was hard to find a good therapist in Seoul. Initially, you went every Tuesday, then when your mother died, you went on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Afterward, it went back to Tuesdays only, and now you only went every other Wednesday, once every two weeks. You liked going every week, but your therapist thought you were well enough to switch to bi-weekly sessions.
Khai, on the other hand, still went to therapy every week. Your father thought it was nonsense; he and your mother always disagreed on this, but your grandmother insisted on paying for both of your therapies, as a final wish of your mother.
On that therapy day, you had told her how you were trying to do new things, and she was very proud of you. Smiling and congratulating you on your progress. You could see how proud she was, and her approval made you happy.
Jungkook had also been a topic you discussed with her in that session and the previous one, and she even suggested that you give this "friendship" or whatever it was a chance. And that stayed on your mind because you didn't know if you should or shouldn't do it. Especially since the day at the cabin, you hadn't talked anymore. Not your fault, not his, but he missed class yesterday, and today you left before he could talk to you. If he were going to talk because it was something you also didn't know would happen.
You sighed, considering that maybe it would be nice to pay him a visit. No ulterior motives, but at the same time, it would be nice to spend some time with him.
Or did you have ulterior motives after all?
You sighed again, trying to make a decision, and signaled for the bus to stop at the next stop, which you knew was roughly near Jungkook's apartment. And when the bus stopped, you had no idea where to go. You knew you were close, but you didn't know how close or where his street was, and you realized it was the dumbest idea on the face of the earth.
You tried retracing the steps you took when you went there the first time, from the bus stop to the streets you had to walk, but you didn't get anywhere. You were simply standing on a street you had never seen before in your life, and it didn't resemble Jungkook's street in the slightest. Then you realized you would have to call him, and you did, but he didn't answer.
Fuck.
There was nothing else to do. You kept walking until you saw a little shop with a yellow and light green front, standing out from the other buildings, and you knew you had seen that little shop before. You walked a bit more, crossing the wrong streets, always coming back to the same shop. You were no longer patient with the frustrating attempts to find Jungkook's apartment alone when finally, you spotted the building. You sighed in relief; at least you knew he lived on the ground floor.
You were glad to finally find the place you needed, and with a smile, you rang the doorbell. After a moment, a woman answered the door.
"Yes?" The woman smiled, her eyes reminiscent of Jungkook's, with a gentle expression and familiar features. Oh no, it was his mom. His parents didn't even live in the city, what was she doing here? And you had to meet his mom like this, out of the blue?
"Hi," you tried to smile awkwardly, making an effort not to stutter. Damn, this really was the worst idea ever. "My name is Y/N. Is Jungkook home?"
And the response that came out of the woman's mouth was what you feared.
"No, he's not home, dear," the woman smiled warmly, gesturing for you to enter Jungkook's apartment. You quickly gestured a no.
"No, never mind, I'll catch up with him later," you smiled, feeling your cheeks burn.
"Don't be silly, come on in," she insisted, and you pondered for a few seconds, but sometimes it's hard to say no. You nodded and took off your shoes before stepping into Jungkook's house.
"Jungkook has mentioned you," the woman said, looking at you. "Said you didn't want to join us for lunch the other day."
"Oh, did he?" you replied, leaving your shoes by the door. Damn.
"He mentioned it," she shrugged, speaking softly. You walked into the living room and found a man with dark hair and a beer belly sitting on the couch; on the coffee table, there were two half-empty wine glasses and a bottle in the middle. You wondered if you interrupted something.
"Honey, this is Jungkook's friend, Y/N," the woman hurried to introduce you, and you leaned in to greet the man.
"Nice to meet you, sir," you smiled, feeling your heart racing. What an embarrassing situation. "Actually, I came to drop off some books for Jungkook; he left them in class today," you blurted out the lamest excuse for showing up unannounced.
"I guess he forgot to mention we were back in town, huh?" his mom chimed in, and you smiled.
"We have a birthday party for one of my business partners here in Seoul to attend, and we're celebrating early," the man nodded towards the wine glasses, and you chuckled. "Honey, get a glass for Y/N."
As Jungkook's mother filled your glass with their wine, you quickly interjected, "It's really not necessary." But she was quicker, handing you the glass.
Great.
You thanked her as you took a sip, trying to appear more polite.
You imagine Jungkook must have been surprised when he came home and saw you and his parents sitting on the floor, with the coffee table between you, an open wine bottle, and playing blackjack. He looked puzzled at the scene, and you already felt the effects of the wine in your body as you greeted him with a smile while he analyzed and puzzled over it all.
"Hey, Jungkook," you said, diverting your gaze back to the cards, "I came to return some books you forgot in class and stumbled upon your parents," you chuckled.
"And she's winning again," his father spoke, making you smile even wider. Jungkook tried to make some noise but just shook his head at the scene and chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Well, I'm glad you all got along," he ran his tongue over his lip piercing and raised an eyebrow upon seeing two empty wine bottles. He picked one up and inspected it, "Looks like you're having fun."
"This is our last round; we have Richard's birthday, remember?" his mother spoke softly but still paying attention to the game.
"I remember," Jungkook walked over to the sofa, flopping onto it. The spot Jungkook chose to sit was right behind you, and now you had no view of him, which made you a bit uncomfortable. You wondered what he thought of the whole situation. "So, aren't you joining us for dinner? Are you staying for dinner, Y/N?" His tone sounded relaxed, which relieved you.
"Sure," you tried to sound relaxed and casual too.
"No, we're heading back to the hotel, and in fact, we're already late," his father said, looking over the cards he held and flashed a satisfied smile. "And I just won." He revealed the cards, forming a perfect 21. You sighed in frustration while Jungkook's mother laughed.
"Well played, sir," you said.
Jungkook's father stood up, as did his mother. They bid farewell, and Jungkook escorted them to the door. You remained seated in the same place and could see Jungkook's father whispering something to him, something you couldn't even begin to imagine, but perhaps it was better that way. Jungkook closed the door behind him and walked towards you with a playful yet suspicious look. You leaned back, supporting yourself on your palms, and tilted your torso backward.
"There's no book," you said, confessing that the excuse you used to see him was false. You suppressed a smile, biting your lip, but couldn't help your lips from curving into a smile.
"I know, all my books are with me," Jungkook laughed, approaching and laughing heartily. "Are you drunk?" he asked, without losing his amused expression, and sat in front of you, with the coffee table between you.
"No," you laughed, "Maybe, I don't know, yes?" You squinted, waiting for his reaction, which prompted him to laugh.
"So, what brings you here?" he asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. You shrugged. You didn't know the answer to that question either.
"I guess I wanted to kiss you," you said, in a moment of courage fueled by the alcohol. He chuckled.
"You are drunk," Jungkook said as if it were obvious.
"So what?" you replied.
"And I'm not going to take advantage of you," he replied simply.
"I'm not drunk, I'm tipsy," you said, rolling your eyes.
"Still."
You looked at him, slightly indignant. You knew he was doing the right thing; after all, taking advantage of someone drunk was wrong. But at the same time, your insecurity made you feel like it was something more than that. You opened your mouth to speak, but he was quicker.
"And besides, I'm not going to kiss you just for you to get all excited tonight and less than ten minutes later, regret it and then want to kiss me again, and the cycle repeats," he spoke as he stood up, facing you and gesturing with his fingers, making circular motions to emphasize his words, "if you want it, you need to make up your mind first," Jungkook said, biting his tongue and locking eyes with you for a few seconds. You remained silent, trying to keep from gaping at the moral lesson he was giving to you. Fucking stupid. "Make up your mind and stay sober," he continued, chuckling. Despite his sharp words, he had a smile on his lips. "Now come on, I'm going to cook dinner for us, and you're going to help me," Jungkook extended his tattoo-covered hand towards you.
You pondered for a moment but took his hand, which helped you to push yourself up from the couch, and he pulled you into the kitchen, which was conveniently close to the living room in an open concept layout. You let go of his hand and leaned on the kitchen counter.
"What if you get drunk too?" you teased, and he chuckled, walking over to the fridge.
"Never seen this side of you before," he teased back, taking some vegetables out of the fridge, and you rolled your eyes at his playful remark.
"What side?" you asked, already knowing or guessing the answer.
"This straightforward side of yours," he said, grabbing a knife and starting to chop the vegetables in front of you as you rested your chin in your hand.
"Is that a problem?" you raised an eyebrow, looking at Jungkook, who furrowed his brow slightly, focused on what he was doing. "Are you afraid of straightforward women, Jeon Jungkook?"
He laughed, glancing at you for a moment.
"I'm afraid of some things, but women aren't one of them."
"I find it funny how that day at the cabin you were pretty straightforward about wanting to kiss me, and now I just did the same," you smirked confidently, glancing down at his hands, marked with veins and tattoos, as his long fingers moved deftly.
"Let's stop with the straightforward talk, enough already, and if I hear that word again, I'm giving up on cooking," Jungkook said, setting down the knife and transferring all the chopped vegetables into a bowl. "And get up to help me."
"I am helping, giving you moral support, like go Jungkook! Cook for us," you said in a falsely enthusiastic tone.
"I'm serious," he said, his expression stern, and you huffed, getting up. "What do you know how to cook?"
"Instant noodles?" you said, looking at him as he gave you a reproachful look."Lucky for you, today you're going to learn more than that," he handed you the bowl of chopped vegetables, and you grimaced.
You kind of knew how to cook, but you didn't enjoy it much. You definitely weren't a great cook, and your meals weren't appetizing. And you were also a bit clumsy, and the combination of alcohol with you in the kitchen didn't seem very promising. Jungkook realized this a bit late when you spilled some soy sauce on his pristine white kitchen floor, earning a reprimanding look and a long sigh of impatience. You chuckled and quickly cleaned the floor, apologizing several times, but he didn't respond. He just continued giving you orders and holding back laughter when you had to ask for more detailed instructions, insisting it was just a simple bibimbap, and you would learn from him.
But Jungkook wasn't very patient in the kitchen. Everything seemed so easy for him that your inability to do the simplest things made you feel foolish. He did everything as if it were obvious, which made you lose patience and sulk in the corner of the kitchen like a child. He had scolded you a few times already, and you were getting hungry.
"Careful, you might trip over that giant pout of yours," he said playfully, breaking eggs. You rolled your eyes and grumbled.
"I'll just stay here in the corner so I won't disturb you, chef," you grimaced at him.
"Are you sulking because I told you to be careful not to spill detergent foam into the pan with the vegetables?" Jungkook laughed.
"Not because of that, but because you're grumpy and impatient," you simply shrugged.
"And you're spoiled," he replied, laughing. It all seemed to be quite amusing to him.
You narrow your eyes and scrunch your nose, looking at him as if he had deeply offended you, which he kind of did. You roll your eyes, and his smile widens.
Yes, he's definitely enjoying the situation.
"Go to hell," you mutter and step away from the wall, heading towards the living room, but his arm blocks your path. You hadn't even noticed he had come closer, and Jungkook simply wraps his left arm around your waist, turning you to face him, his face mere centimeters from yours. You feel his breath on your cheek, and his lips inch closer to yours, but instead of kissing you directly, he plants a kiss right at the corner of your mouth, making you sigh, a bit frustrated because you were too close to a kiss.
"You look cute when you're angry. Now sit down so we can eat, okay?" he gazes at you, his eyes piercing into yours, and you move your face away from his, nodding affirmatively, unsure of what to say.
"Okay," you reply and sit where he had requested. Jungkook starts placing the dishes in front of you and beside you where he would sit.
You had dinner together, and you discovered one more thing about Jungkook: he cooked really well. Like, really well. Better than your dad, who was literally the person who made the food you liked the most.
After dinner, the two of you sat on the couch, side by side, and Jungkook started searching for a movie on Netflix that he swore he knew the name of. He chatted about the movie, something about a boy fleeing from a war or something like that, claiming it was a sad film that you would enjoy. But you were getting sleepy and knew you should head back home. You stretched your leg and yawned, catching Jungkook's gaze fixed on your Hello Kitty socks, and he chuckled.
"Hello Kitty socks?" he raised an eyebrow.
"I don't say anything about your sock with a hole in the sole," you retorted, "and it's warm and comfy."
Jungkook laughed.
"Let me take a closer look at that sock," he said, pulling your leg onto his lap, and you grumbled as he held your foot, examining your pink sock with white details and the Hello Kitty face, whiskers, eyes, and bow drawn on it. "It's cute," Jungkook concluded. "Do you have dancer's feet?" he laughed and made a gesture to remove your sock, but you quickly pulled your leg away from his lap.
"They're not that ugly, but I don't like them!" you said with a pout.
"I've never seen you so pouty before," Jungkook teased, poking at the piercing on his lip.
"Stop it," you rolled your eyes. "And it's getting late, I have to go," you sighed, knowing you'd have to walk home.
"But what about the movie?" he asked, sounding slightly offended.
"You don't even know the name of the movie, Jungkook!" you retorted.
"But I'll find out!" he declared determinedly, making you laugh and stand up from the couch.
"You find out and let me know, and I'll come watch the movie with you, okay?" you said, facing him as he rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Fine, whatever," Jungkook said, standing up and facing you. He was too close, too close indeed. His eyes locked onto yours, and you could feel your heart race with the proximity. "Are you sure you need to go?"
You swallowed hard. His voice was husky and soft, almost like music to your ears. He seemed about to touch your waist, but he didn't, leaving you slightly frustrated and giving you enough motivation to step back.
"I do," you replied, heading towards the door.
"Tomorrow, I could pick you up for college," he followed you, his hands in the pockets of his baggy sweatpants.
"No, I take Khai to school, and he's a little gossip," you sighed. The offer sounded tempting, but you doubted Khai's ability to keep quiet around your dad.
"I'll bribe him. Does he like candy?" Jungkook leaned against the wall, facing the door, and you chuckled.
"He can't have sweets on weekdays," you replied, grabbing your shoes.
"Exactly why he'll love being bribed," Jungkook smirked.
You lowered your head and chuckled as you tied your sneaker. "Yeah, I guess that could work," you switched to the other foot, "But nothing too sugary, or he'll be bouncing off the walls all morning."
"Alright, I'll keep that in mind," Jungkook smiled, watching you get ready to leave.
"Look, Khai," you said, adjusting the white beanie covering your brother's ears. You were crouched on the corner of your house, looking into his eyes, which carried an innocence you no longer possessed. Yet, they also bore a resemblance to yours in shape and tone. "I have a friend, and his name is Jeon Jungkook. He's going to pick us up today, okay?" you said calmly, and Khai wrinkled his nose.
"A boy?" he asked, and you nodded. "Are you dating him?"
You chuckled inadvertently and shook your head. "No," you moistened your lips, "But I want this to be our little secret, okay?"
"What secret?"
"That Jungkook is coming to pick us up," you met his gaze and zipped up his jacket.
"But why?"
"Because dad would be even angrier with me if he found out, and I really don't want to fight with him anymore. I know you get sad when we argue, don't you?" You didn't avert your eyes from his. It felt like you were doing something very wrong, but you weren't. You were just walking with a friend of yours and your brother to college, but your father made you afraid to be open.
"I don't want daddy to be mad at you," Khai replied with concern as he looked up at you.
"I know, buddy. That's why it's our little secret, okay? Just between us."
"Okay, I won't tell daddy," he promised, his small hand reaching out to hold yours.
"Good boy," you praised him, ruffling his hair, "now, let's wait for Jungkook together, alright?"
"Alright, but what kind of car does he have?" he asked, and you stood up, laughing and patting your knees to brush off the part of your jeans that had touched the ground.
"He's going to come, and the three of us will walk to your school," you replied, and Khai's expression changed from excited to a pout, disappointment evident on his face.
"You couldn't find a boyfriend with a car?" he asked, sounding sulky.
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, you spotted Jungkook turning the corner and walking towards the two of you. He had his hair concealed under a black beanie and was wearing a matching black tracksuit. Jungkook flashed a smile upon seeing you and Khai standing at the corner. Your brother reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as Jungkook approached.
"Hey," you smiled and squeezed Khai's hand, signaling him to greet Jungkook.
"Hi," Khai leaned forward to greet him, "I'm Khai."
"Pleasure to meet you, Khai. I'm Jungkook," he said in a friendly tone, a wide smile on his lips. "I brought this for you." Jungkook handed over a white plastic bag from the pocket of his hoodie, which Khai received with a skeptical expression. Jungkook glanced at you and winked, making you smile.
"Wow," Khai exclaimed, his eyes brightening as he pulled out a pack of candies from the bag. "Candies, and today isn't even saturday!" Khai grinned even wider and then wrapped his arms around Jungkook, who was surprised by the hug. Jungkook gently patted the boy's head, caressing his white beanie. "Thank you!"
“You're welcome, Khai. Enjoy the candies."
You watched the interaction between Jungkook and Khai, and Jungkook turned his attention to you.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
You nodded, a smile playing on your lips.
"Yeah, let's get going."
You three were walking to Khai's school, which wasn't too far. His hand intertwined with yours, but all his attention was on Jungkook, who clearly had more interesting topics than you, as they spent the whole way talking about good dinosaur movies. The journey passed quicker than usual, and the interaction between Jungkook and Khai seemed so natural and genuine. You found yourself smiling at Jungkook, who also glanced at you occasionally, as if seeking your approval for everything he was doing.
Upon reaching Khai's school, you bid farewell, and now you and Jungkook were alone. Walking side by side, you shared his earphone and made your way to school listening to an American band you weren't very familiar with, called Fleetwood Mac.
"You know something?" you said when you were two steps away from entering the college campus. You took off the earphone and turned to Jungkook. "I've been thinking a lot, and actually, I can't stop thinking about you."
You say it all at once, in a hurry. You had indeed thought extensively about what you wanted, and yet it took a long time to understand that these emotions about Jungkook were conflicting. It was challenging not to feel lost or alone when you didn't have a friend to talk to about it, to tell you that either you're being foolish, and all of this is a terrible idea, or that you should go for it. Taking control of your own life and doing what you need to do is difficult. You knew you could deny it, but every time Jungkook approached and had a close interaction, your heart raced, and you couldn't stop thinking about how soft his lips were. Perhaps your mistake was letting him kiss you the first time.
"Like, I'm not saying I'm in love with you, but I think..." you sighed, unsure of the right words to use.
"You're turned on by me." Jungkook chuckled softly, biting his lower lip and releasing it quickly. Your cheeks flushed, and you rolled your eyes.
"Yeah, kinda like that," you shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.
"Funny you said you didn't want to have sex with me when we first met," Jungkook still had that smug expression that always made you want to pretend none of this had happened and just forget about him.
"I may have changed my mind?" you say, a bit impatiently.
"You can, of course," he drops the smug look, perhaps because you seem irritated. "It's okay to change your mind, and I..." he sighs, "I've been thinking about you too, but I don't want it to be a reason for you to regret anything."
"I don't want to fuck you and have everyone knowing about my sex life because you have no filter and go around bragging to everyone," you say firmly, "That's my only concern. I don't want gossip about me."
"It's not quite like that," Jungkook defended himself, and you raised an eyebrow. "Okay, sometimes I talk too much, but don't worry, I won't tell anyone about us."
"I don't want anyone to know," you replied, looking him in the eyes. "Not Jimin, not Yoongi."
Jungkook grimaced and rolled his eyes.
"And Taehyung?" he said playfully, smiling afterward. You narrowed your eyes, choosing not to respond, but he got the message. "Okay," he huffed, rolling his eyes.
"Great, then be a good boy and keep it to yourself, and I'll reward you later," you smiled and handed him the earphones that were in your hand. "I don't want us hanging out together either, so, see you later, Jungkook."
You smiled at him, and he stood still, just watching you and processing the information as you walked towards the classroom.
You hated having to stretch the back of your leg because it felt like pulling too much, and you always tried not to grimace when, with your legs extended, you reached for your feet, your torso bent over your knees, and your hands gripping your ballet slippers. You had already done plenty of stretching in that class and practiced for the presentation, but Harmony always liked to stretch at the end of classes too. Your feet hurt because you had trained a lot on pointe today, and some jumps, and listened a lot to the teacher telling you to keep your arms looser, asking for more gracefulness in executing the movements, a correction you received frequently.
"Okay, now let's stretch the quadriceps, everyone stand up," Harmony said with a firm voice and a stern expression. She was always firm during classes and maintained a line between dance teacher and friend.
You sighed and stood up, leaning on the barre, and bending your knees backward, holding them with your heel touching your butt. You didn't mind doing this stretch; it hurt less. Next, Harmony wanted to finish with the adductor stretch, and with your legs stretched to the side of the barre, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was pulled up in a high bun. You had used plenty of hairspray to keep any frizz from escaping your hairstyle, making you look crazy. The black leotard molded your body, and the tight white tights underneath the outfit made your already long legs even more beautiful. Being a ballerina had the advantage of giving you very nice legs.
"Alright, guys, that's it for today!" Harmony announced, drawing everyone's attention to her. You took a deep breath and walked over to the corner of the studio, grabbing your towel and wiping the sweat from your face. That's when you glanced outside the ballet studio and saw Jungkook leaning against one of the large pillars in the lobby, watching you from afar. You furrowed your brow and walked over to him, and he smiled as you approached.
"Nice flexibility," he said with a mischievous grin, and you slapped his shoulder.
"What are you doing here?" you asked, arms crossed.
"Oh, stop pretending you weren't happy to see me, and this isn't campus where you can avoid being seen with me," he said, the last sentence affected and mocking, which made you roll your eyes. "I thought it was cool seeing you in that tiny outfit doing splits."
You rolled your eyes again and huffed, suppressing a smile because deep down, you were glad he was there. You walked ahead and sat on a bench to remove your pointe shoes that were pinching your feet, and Jungkook chuckled, walking over and sitting beside you.
"Walked away so I could stare at your ass in that tiny leotard?"
"It's not tiny, and stop sexualizing me," you said, untying the ribbons of your shoes from your ankles.
"Ouch, looks painful," Jungkook commented as you peeled off the part of the sock covering your feet, revealing some bruises even though you had put on toe pads and taped your heel and sides of your feet with microporous tape.
"And it is," you said, flexing your toes.
"Your feet aren't that ugly," he chuckled, and you slapped his leg with the back of your hand. "Can you stop hitting me?" Jungkook says, holding your wrist with his hand.
"Can you stop making those kinds of comments?" you raise an eyebrow and release your arm, and he laughs.
"I'll stay quiet then," Jungkook says in a faux affected tone.
"Great," you smile without showing your teeth as you remove the other ballet slipper. Jungkook just watches your movements in silence as you peel off the tapes from your foot and all the things that theoretically help make the pointe shoe less uncomfortable. Not that it helps much.
Once you finish, you stand up and flex your toes on the floor, cracking your knuckles, a habit you have whenever you take off your ballet slippers. Jungkook grimaces, and you laugh.
"I'll just change clothes, will you wait for me here?" you look at him, and he raises his eyebrows and nods. "Okay, I'll be right back."
You walk barefoot to the locker room, where you open your locker, grab your sweatpants, and put them over your leotard, then pull your sweatshirt over it, look at yourself in the mirror, wash your face to relieve the sweat, and put on your socks, slipping into your sneakers. Returning to the lobby, now with a bag on your shoulder, you find Jungkook standing in the same spot where you left him.
"Do you want to grab something to eat?" you ask, and he nods, getting up. You shake your head. "Jungkook, you can talk now.”
You two walked together and stopped at a burger joint along the way. You couldn't linger, and Jungkook knew that, so you both moved quickly. Ordering two burgers and plenty of fries, you sat at a table and ate while chatting about two specific things: ballet and the high school band Jungkook was part of.
You told him about your first ballet performance when you were little, how it was about the difference between the sun and the moon. You painted your hands yellow to represent the sun, and at the end of the performance, you ran your hand through your hair, getting it all messy with paint. Your mom used to love telling that story.
Jungkook shared about how his band performed at every school party. According to him, they were good, writing their own songs. But then one of the guys got his girlfriend pregnant, and her parents forced them to marry. He had to work while finishing high school, and the band never recovered. They tried playing at different venues and sending their demo to several companies, but they all rejected them. Eventually, they gave up.
You walked together to your house, and only when you reached the same corner where he had waited for you earlier, he held your waist with both hands and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and returned the kiss, eyes closed. His lips moved slowly against yours, unhurried, as if savoring the moment. Your tongues met, and you sighed into the kiss, feeling the intensity gradually increasing. You didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but it felt like a blend of too much and too little time. Because time never seemed enough. Eventually, reluctantly, you both pulled away, breathless and smiling.
"Wow," Jungkook whispered, his breath mingling with yours.
"Yeah," your heart still racing.
For a moment, you simply stood there, looking at each other's gaze, before reality slowly started to creep back in. You cleared your throat, breaking the silence.
"I should probably get inside," you said, stepping back. "It's getting late."
"Right. Don't want to keep you out here too long."
You shared one last lingering look before reluctantly parting ways, each heading towards your respective homes.
You arrived home, took a quick shower, and tucked Khai into bed. The atmosphere with your father was tense, to say the least. Days seemed to drag on without any resolution in sight, leaving you feeling frustrated and deeply upset. Yet, your pride kept you from reaching out to your father to initiate a conversation. It was a rare occurrence for you to take that step, preferring instead to let things settle on their own over time.
You were lying perfectly in your favorite black pajamas, buried in blankets, and your mind wandered to Jungkook. You remembered the kiss you shared, although brief, it was intense and you wanted more.
Jungkook was like a drug to you.
Something you knew you shouldn't indulge in too much because it could be dangerous, but at the same time, every time you had more, you wanted even more.
And you were afraid.
Afraid of him breaking your heart. Afraid of what people might say. Afraid of him simply changing overnight. Afraid of what investing in this could lead to. And also afraid of not investing in it and regretting it. In other words, there were plenty of reasons to regret things.
But at the same time, everything seemed to be a whirlwind of emotions. You seemed to change your mind all the time. And you really did. You always wondered why you couldn't make up your mind fully on this matter. But at the same time, you wanted to see where it would go. You were curious, you desired Jungkook.
You liked the way he kissed you. You liked the texture of his lips on yours. You liked it when his tongue touched yours. You liked feeling the kiss deepen enough that you could almost melt into it and couldn't tell where he began and you ended. You liked all the new sensations Jungkook brought you. You liked how addictive his scent was. And how you always thought of him between your classes and tried to look for him during campus breaks.
Even if you pretended you didn't care. And you also liked pretending that your heart didn't race every time he stood beside you and his touch reached you. And you also liked pretending that you found it extremely annoying that you always ended up bumping into him at certain moments. You also liked pretending that he didn't affect you so much, but he really did. You always wondered why you couldn't make up your mind fully on this matter. But at the same time, you wanted to see where it would go. You were curious, you desired Jungkook.
You liked the way he kissed you. You liked the texture of his lips on yours. You liked it when his tongue touched yours. You liked feeling the kiss deepen enough that you could almost melt into it and couldn't tell where he began and you ended. You liked all the new sensations Jungkook brought you. You liked how addictive his scent was. And how you always thought of him between your classes and tried to look for him during campus breaks.
Even if you pretended you didn't care. And you also liked pretending that your heart didn't race every time he stood beside you and his touch reached you. And you also liked pretending that you found it extremely annoying that you always ended up bumping into him at certain moments. You also liked pretending that he didn't affect you so much, but he really did.
You swallowed hard, unable to shake off thoughts of that day at the cabin, of feeling his body so close to yours, his hands exploring every inch of your body, his breath against your face, the taste of his mouth. You longed for more.
You wanted to feel his body pressed against yours, to experience the sensation of being so close but without any barriers. What would it be like? What would it feel like to have that kind of intimacy?
You sighed once again, and before you could even realize it, your hand was sliding down your left thigh, over the cotton fabric of your pants. Your fingers grasped the fabric as if you wanted to tear and rip that piece from your body. You squeezed the fabric against the palm of your hand, rubbing one leg against the other, craving friction. You longed for it, for him, for his body against yours. You wanted all these profane thoughts to become a reality. You wanted to know how it felt to have his cock sliding in and out of your pussy. You didn't even know what it felt like to have a cock inside you, but just the memory of feeling Jungkook's hard dick underneath you that day at the cabin had stirred something within you. It was a sensation better than your wildest dreams.
Your index finger toyed with the waistband of your pants, and the tips of your fingers wandered there, making you bite your lip as they trailed towards your groin, covered by your panties. The thin fabric posed no obstacle whatsoever because, before you knew it, your left hand's fingers were all inside your panties.
Fuck.
You needed that.
Your mind raced with anticipation as you explored your folds, your middle finger sliding between the lips of your pussy, and you could feel how slick you were, but your finger just moved up and down slowly as you were lost in the heat of the moment, you closed your eyes, imagining Jungkook's hands on you, his lips trailing kisses along your skin, his breath hot against your neck.
You bite your lip hard as your index and middle fingers approach your clit, and you rub it in upward and downward motions, applying a bit of pressure, enough to feel your sensitive spot being deliciously stimulated. You gasp softly, with your right hand now sliding over your belly, but in your head those hands touching you were Jungkook's. It was him, in your mind, who trapped your clit between his fingers, it was his fingers that stroked you intensely, it was his fingers that explored your waist and your skin against his fingertips.
A sigh escapes your lips because you know you can't moan, even if you want to. Now you reach for your hole, teasing it with the tip of your finger before thrusting your finger inside. You're so slick, feeling the need for another finger. It wasn't enough because deep down it wasn't what you wanted, and you couldn't remember the last time you felt such a strong urge to masturbate, but you needed relief from all those feelings that left you soaked in lust.
Your fingers slide in and out of you, each time with more ease, each time spreading your juice all over your length, making the movements easier and, consequently, more rhythmic. You tightly shut your eyes and bite your lower lip, trying to make as little noise as possible. The blanket, which previously covered your body, had ended up on the other side of the bed, your knees bent and your legs spread as you fuck yourself as deeply as you can.
Jungkook could go deeper, and you knew it. And you were burning for it, it was an almost desperate sensation. You could feel his wet mouth sliding on yours and could try to imagine in as much detail as possible what his face looked like when he was thrusting. At that moment, you really wanted to be just one more on the list of girls he had fucked, because your body craved it, and nothing else mattered to you at that moment; you just wanted to imagine what it would be like to have him inside you.
Now you curled your fingers and hit your G-spot, stimulating it while you needed to swallow your moans. You had a great understanding of your body and knew exactly how to cum. That was the consequence of waiting so long to actually have sex, and once again, your mind didn't know why you were still waiting when clearly what you needed most at that moment was someone to fuck you senseless.
You continued to touch yourself, your thoughts consumed by the images of Jungkook and the desire to feel him inside you. Your body responded to your own touch, your pussy clenching around your two fingers and your breath coming in shallow gasps as pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. And you couldn’t stop imagining all the ways Jungkook could satisfy your desires.
You increased the pace even more as your body arched forward, and in desperation, with your free hand, you grabbed one of the pillows from your bed and covered your face, muffling your moans as you climaxed on your fingers. You could distinctly feel the walls of your pussy pulsating around your fingers, which made you press the tips of your fingers against them and your thumb reaching somewhat clumsily for your clit, which was sensitive.
Your body hit the mattress again when you finished, and your fingers immediately withdrew from inside you. You breathed quickly, feeling your own scent and all your juices between your index finger and middle finger. You stared at your fingers, and after relieving yourself, you thought about what you had just done and could hardly believe that you had reached this point.
Fuck you, Jungkook.
On Friday morning, Jungkook picked you and Khai up once again. You could hardly believe that Jungkook had won over your brother in literally two days to the point where he let go of your hand and went skipping away hand in hand with Jungkook, who chuckled at you when Khai got extremely excited to see him. You walked a little behind as the boys talked about a video game that you had never heard of and preferred not to pay much attention to. But it was cute to see the interaction between your brother and Jungkook. He was good with kids.
You dropped Khai off at school, and you and Jungkook walked towards the college campus, once again listening to music and once again Jungkook showing you all the bands he liked and enthusiastically talking about music. And a few blocks before reaching the campus, Jungkook turned to you and said, "Well, I think you can give me back the earphones and walk ahead," he said with a crooked smile.
You shrugged, taking the earphones and handing them to him. "Yeah, you're right," you said, adjusting your bag and ready to take a step forward when he held your hand, making you stop.
"Wanna skip class today?" Jungkook asked, raising his eyebrows, making you laugh.
"Hmm," you made a thoughtful expression and smiled, "Maybe, if you have better plans."
"I do, actually," Jungkook grinned cockily, clearing his throat, "We could go to my apartment and watch a movie."
You laughed and rolled your eyes, making a slight grimace. Of course, the option was tempting, and after last night, all you wanted was to spend some alone time with Jungkook, but at the same time, the thought of it made you scared and insecure.
"Watch a movie?" you repeated, with an affected tone, and he nodded.
"And maybe grab something to eat," he shrugged.
"Every time we see each other, we eat something, have you noticed? Are you trying to fatten me up?" you joked, biting your lower lip lightly and locking eyes with him, which now narrowed due to the smile he flashed. My God, he was so handsome.
"Just making sure you're eating well," he says, reaching for your hand to grab the earphones, but instead of pulling his hand away, he lingered for a few extra seconds. "Come on, I'll get us an Uber."
So there you were, in his apartment, peppering kisses along his neck, grazing the tip of your nose along Jungkook's neck curve while he pressed his body against the wall, keeping both hands on your waist. You hadn't even made it past the hallway. You pushed your hips away from the wall, pressing even closer to Jungkook, who by this point had tilted his head back with his eyes closed, feeling your kiss. It was only when you slid your tongue along his skin that you heard him moan, sending shivers down your spine with that husky sound of his voice echoing like a chorus in your ear. You smiled amidst the kisses as his hands moved to your ass, wedging between your body and the wall. His hands squeezed you tightly, and you sighed, returning your mouth to his.
The kiss seemed to have its own rhythm and fit, and the more you kissed, the more it felt like the movements were instinctive. You didn't feel in control of anything; it was as if your body was operating on its own.
He pressed you against his body, and you breathed heavily as his hand explored you, your hips grinding together, craving more contact and friction. Jungkook turned his head slightly, and now it was his turn to explore your skin, starting with a kiss below your ear and sliding down to your neck, making you shiver all over. His hands still gripped your butt, and you groaned in frustration because you wanted more than that, you needed more, and Jungkook probably knew it. He knew you were aroused and that all of this was new to you, and somehow, he wanted to explore it. And now you could already feel his bulge beneath his pants, which made you crack a discreet smile.
Jungkook pulled back, and you noticed his lips were more pink and swollen than usual. He looked at you for a few seconds, directly into your eyes, and you always had that feeling that he could stare into your soul.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to take this off, okay?" he said, pulling the red hoodie by the collar and removing it from his body. Now his tattoos were exposed, and he looked even hotter, which you thought was impossible until then. But the white shirt he wore helped create a wonderful contrast with the black ink on his skin.
You stared at him for a while, examining every detail of him, and he didn't seem to mind you obviously staring at him. On the contrary, he reached for the zipper of your hoodie and started pulling it down.
"If you want, you can take this off. It's warm in here, hm?" he said, his gaze following the zipper as it descended, and you felt your chest rise and fall with the movements he made. There was nothing particularly exceptional about him unzipping your hoodie, but it was so erotic that you couldn't quite explain why.
Your heart pounded faster in your chest when he finally reached the bottom of the zipper, your hoodie fell open, revealing the fabric of your shirt underneath. Jungkook's eyes lingered on your exposed skin, his gaze intense and filled with hunger.
"You look beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "but I think you'll be even more beautiful without this."
His fingers trailed along the edges of your hoodie, before urging you to slip it off. You licked your lips and nodded, feeling his eyes trailing down your body as he swallowed hard. Your hands reached for his arms, fingertips tracing over the tattoos, but they still hesitated.
"You have a lot more tattoos than I thought," you murmured, noticing the ink extending up to his shoulder. Jungkook chuckled softly and rolled up his sleeve, revealing that the tattoos stretched all the way to his shoulder. You bit your lower lip. "Wow," you let out unintentionally, admiring his tattoos.
Jungkook moved your hand away, and you looked at him confused, but before you could dwell on it, you noticed him grabbing the hem of his own white shirt and pulling it up, leaving him shirtless. You rolled your eyes for a moment, understanding that it's all just a little game for him. But you couldn't help but shiver at the sight of him shirtless.
You knew he was athletic, but he worked out much more than you could have imagined, evident in the muscular definition of his arms and his perfectly sculpted abs. You found yourself admiring the body he took such pride in, and rightfully so. Now his jeans were clearly low on his hips, exposing his black boxers and a well-defined V line. You raised your gaze to meet his eyes, which seemed pleased with the way you were looking at him. And of course, you couldn't help but notice that his dick was now evident, just as you had felt when your hips were pressed against his. Damn, all of this was even better than you had imagined last night.
Jungkook stepped closer, his chest almost brushing against yours as he leaned in, his breath grazing your ear.
"Like what you see?" he whispered.
You swallowed hard, "Maybe a little too much."
His lips curved into a smirk, and before you knew it, his hands were on your waist, pulling you closer again. He lowered his head, his lips hovering just inches away from yours. But his hands descended to your blouse and pulled it up, and you didn't resist, just letting him remove the garment from your body. His gaze dropped to your tits, and he seemed as pleased with the sight as you were seeing him shirtless. Jungkook pulled down the straps of your bra, causing it to uncover your boobs, which he soon cupped, squeezing them against his palm and bringing his mouth closer, his gaze locked with yours and his brow furrowed. You moaned, and this time it wasn't quiet. I mean, how could it be with his mouth on your tits? His tongue wrapped around your nipple, sliding slowly around it, which was now fully erect inside Jungkook's mouth.
Oh, fuck, that's exactly what you needed, and you almost melted against the wall when he wrapped his arm around your back, finally releasing your bra and pressing you against him, making your tit enter even further into his mouth.
"Jungkook," you moaned once more, feeling your heart almost leap out of your mouth. His finger pressed into your waist, and he pulled his face away from you, looking at you for a brief moment before leading you to the living room, pressing his body against yours, your mouths now connected as you stumbled towards the couch, where he seated you, with your legs apart.
"If you want me to stop, you'll have to say so," he said, looking at you with a sharp gaze, brimming with lust in a way you hadn't seen before. You didn't even respond; it wasn't necessary. You didn't want him to stop.
Jungkook knelt down in front of you, his hands hooked on the elastic of your jeans, which he quickly unbuttoned, revealing your lilac panties. He smiled at the sight of the cotton fabric, causing you to roll your eyes. Of course, if you had known he would see your panties today, you would have chosen the prettiest ones with lace, but Jungkook didn't care about that kind of thing. He simply pulled your pants down, and damn, now you were almost naked in front of him. And yes, that's what you craved, but his gaze burned into you as he caressed your leg.
"Nice legs," he whispered, his lips grazing your calf as he planted a kiss there. Fuck, that was hot.
The kiss made you tremble, and you could never have imagined that you would enjoy someone kissing your legs so much, like now, as Jungkook kissed closer to your knee, heading towards the inner part of your thigh, making you bite your lip in nervousness and desire for him to reach the spot already.
You were already pathetically soaked, and it was evident because there was a darker spot on your panties, which made Jungkook smile, and you cursed yourself for being so sensitive. He pulled away before reaching your groin, and you furrowed your brow, a little confused about what he was doing, but he just smiled and leaned up to kiss you. He slid his tongue along your lower lip, and you grasped the back of his neck. It was ridiculous how surrendered you were, on his apartment couch, just in your panties with your legs spread. You kept your eyes closed, too focused on the kiss, but you felt when Jungkook's fingers reached your panties and began to pull them down. You sighed into the kiss, lifting your hips to help him. You also felt your cheeks burning, both from embarrassment and desire. Jungkook broke the kiss and looked down, but you grabbed his hair and grumbled, resuming the kiss; you didn't really want him to notice you at that moment.
The kiss continued, growing more intense, with both of his hands resting on your leg, pressing your skin against his fingers, and you moaned into the kiss. That was all you wanted. The kiss was once again interrupted by him, who stared at you, and you could notice that he too was slightly flushed and breathless, adrenaline coursing through his veins as well.
Jungkook trailed his lips down your neck, and your hands went to his back, feeling his muscular definition beneath your fingertips. You could no longer have full control of your body, and you scraped your nails along his skin, eliciting a low groan from him, followed by a soft laugh. Your mouth was already dry, a stark contrast to how wet your pussy was by that point.
Jungkook traced a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your belly, nibbling and licking his way down. You squirmed when he reached the curve of your waist, which made him laugh. On impulse, you almost pushed him away. The touch felt good, but it tickled you a bit because you were too sensitive. With the tip of his index finger, he trailed along your groin. You swallowed hard and averted your gaze, tilting your head back. So, it was really happening. Jungkook lightly touched your pussy, sliding his fingers over the outer lips, and you let out a heavy breath through your mouth.
His fingers glided over your folds, and he carefully ran them along your length, making you grunt and close your eyes as he found the exact spot of your clit, causing you to shudder. Your legs closed in an instinctive, almost frightened movement. Then you looked at him, parting your legs slightly.
"Are you okay?" he asked, furrowing his brow.
"Fine," you nodded a bit nervously. "It's just very sensitive."
"I know," Jungkook murmured in response, pressing his fingertips against your clit. "But does it feel good?"
You bit your lip and nodded, his fingers sliding slowly up and down, and you held back a moan in the back of your throat. His eyes were on yours, and you briefly noticed that, but couldn't hold the eye contact, so you closed your eyes once again. And as he varied the speed, you writhed on the couch, pressing your fingers into the cushion and breathing heavily through your mouth. It felt too good. Damn it.
Jungkook slid his fingers along your pussy until he reached your hole. He looked at you first, silently asking for permission to continue. You opened your eyes and glanced downward, silently granting permission. He understood, and with the tip of his middle finger, he traced your entrance, teasingly sliding the tip of his finger inside, making you moan softly. He just left the tip of his finger inside and rotated it slowly as if he were preparing you, and in an involuntary movement, you pressed your hips a little more against his finger, feeling it sink a bit deeper, making you gasp.
He looked at you, biting his lower lip, and slid his finger even further inside you, making you gasp again, feeling the wall of your pussy yield to his touch. He didn't move it, perhaps allowing you to get used to the sensation, which made you smile slightly because he was being so considerate of your "situation."
"So tight," he whispered, more to himself than to your ears. You sighed, pushing your hips a bit more against his finger, and he understood, starting to move in and out, making you moan and bring both hands to your face in slight desperation. How should you react to this?
"Fuck," you unintentionally exclaimed, your hands muffling the sound a bit. Jungkook used the curse word as encouragement to keep moving his finger inside you, not losing pace and causing your hips to move each time he reached a new spot that elicited new sensations.
He continued like that for a few seconds, then withdrew his finger from you, making you grunt. You weren't prepared for him to stop, and you hadn't been satisfied enough for him to cease. But before you could protest, he was already looking at you with a mischievous smile, bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking on it, causing you to chuckle softly as he spread your juices across his lips.
"You're dirty," you said, looking at him.
"And you're incredibly hot," Jungkook replied, swiftly sliding his arms beneath your legs, hooking your thighs over his arms, and bringing his face closer to your pussy. You didn't even have time to process what he was doing when his lips glided over the lips of your pussy. You moaned loudly, feeling that entirely new touch that you could never provide for yourself. His piercing touched your intimacy, his mouth eagerly opening to engulf you whole as his tongue slid between the folds of your pussy.
You couldn't distinguish whether it was heaven or hell, but you knew you wouldn't be the same after that touch.
Jungkook licked your pussy with dedication, occasionally trapping your clit between his lips, sending you into a frenzy as you struggled to control the volume of the noises escaping your mouth. He kept his jaw loose and explored you shamelessly with his tongue. Your hips moved uncontrollably against his lips, and you gripped his shoulders, leaving nail marks. It was desperate to feel so out of control.
You leaned forward, feeling your body react on its own. Your legs closing with Jungkook's face in between them, your abdomen contracting, and your right leg trembling as Jungkook understood that he couldn't stop because you were almost cumming, and my God, it felt so good.
You reached for the roots of his hair, pulling him even closer - as if it were possible - and leaned in further, moaning loudly and breathing heavily as you came in Jungkook's mouth. He gladly continued what he was doing until you let go of his hair and his face emerged from between your legs.
Your body went weak, and you simply slumped back against the couch, staring into space and processing what had just happened. Jungkook breathed heavily, running his tongue over his lips and sitting on the floor, letting out a victorious laugh. The room was filled with the sounds of sighs and breaths trying to return to their normal pace. Your chest rose and fell, and now you looked at Jungkook, whose mouth was even more swollen than usual. He looked at you too, as if waiting for you to speak first.
"I guess I'm half of a virgin now," you say, and Jungkook laughs, shaking his head.
"Is that how you feel?" he raises an eyebrow and leans on his palms.
"Yeah," you shrug, and your eyes drift down to his body, his pants seemed too tight around the groin area, and you were sure it was uncomfortable because it looked very, very snug, and your mouth almost salivating because you wanted more, damn it, you wanted to touch him, you wanted more of him.
Jungkook notices your gaze and smirks, clearly enjoying the attention. "You want more, huh?" he teases, his voice low and suggestive.
You swallow hard, feeling a rush of heat flood your cheeks.
"Maybe.”
He pressed his lips against yours and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off the couch as he rose from the floor. Jungkook pressed his bare chest against yours, sending shivers down your spine with the skin-to-skin contact. His tongue danced with yours, and his hand pressed against the small of your back, your naked hips meeting his clothed ones covered by the thick fabric of his jeans.
In an act of boldness and complete shamelessness, you reached for his cock through his pants. His moan mingled with the kiss, and it crossed your mind that he must be bursting with desire. Your hands worked quickly to unzip his pants, and he assisted you in pulling them down. You didn't stop kissing him as your hand grasped his cock through his underwear, finally feeling him more distinctly between your fingers, with only a thin layer separating your hand from Jungkook's shaft, making you sigh in anticipation.
"You don't have to do this," he said, breaking the kiss, and it sounded sincere to you.
"Please," you whispered softly, glancing down, sliding your fingers along the length of his covered cock.
You looked at him now, pausing your fingers to o remove the fabric from the way. At that moment, Jungkook looked at you with pleading and frustration, perhaps wondering if you had given up, but you hadn't. You simply lowered his underwear, just enough for his fully erect cock to spring out. You swallowed hard, and he sighed, shifting positions with you and sinking into the couch. A shy smile formed on your lips, but you sat beside him, your body nestled against his as Jungkook wrapped his arms around the back of the sofa, holding onto your nape and leaning in to kiss you again.
The kiss didn't last long because you needed to touch him, and as you did, you could feel his cock, marked with veins, the head swollen, thicker than you imagined, yet still perfect. The glossy pre-cum on the tip of his cock made you sigh. You closed your fists around the base of it, feeling it twitch in your hand, the pressure you applied making Jungkook moan.
"Like this?" you ask, a bit uncertain, as you begin to stroke him at a slow pace.
"Exactly," he confirms, groaning softly and letting his head tilt back slightly. You bring your mouth closer to his neck and slide your tongue slowly while your fingers wrap around his cock, gradually increasing the pace. He seems to enjoy it, judging by the longer groan he lets out.
Handjobs were the only thing you had done before, so you at least had a vague idea of what you were doing. His fingers intertwine in your hair, giving a gentle tug as you press your fingers tighter around his throbbing cock, just for you.
Jungkook clenched his fingers on the couch cushion and bit his lip hard, while you were too mesmerized to look away. The sight of him was magnificent, and for a moment, you could hardly believe that all of this was happening, that it was reality and not just you in your room masturbating like last night.
His hand, which was previously free, now enveloped yours around his dick as he guided the movements with more speed, pressing his forehead against yours and locking eyes with you. Somehow, that position left you completely shameless, and you felt like you were in control of him, so you returned Jungkook's fierce gaze with equal intensity. His eyes were darker than usual, sharp, with a clenched jaw. Neither of you dared to look away. He groaned again, throaty, thrusting his hips against your hand, catching you off guard with a soft sigh. Then his mouth reached your ear, and very softly, he moaned your name.
You felt every muscle in your hand acting on its own, increasing the movement once again, being a little clumsy but Jungkook's nibble on your ear, followed by whiny moans, was the encouragement you needed to continue. With your whole body tingling and your hand moving practically on its own, you felt his pulsating cock even more in your fingers, taking only a few seconds for you to feel a warm liquid spilling over your fingers, coming out in spurts as he melted underneath you.
As Jungkook came, his heavy breaths filled the air, and you could feel the tension easing out of his body. You withdrew your hand slowly. Was this real?
Jungkook leaned back against the couch, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes met yours, and then he glanced down at your hand, completely covered in his cum.
"Sorry," he said, with a tired smile.
"No need to apologize," you replied, looking at your hand painted white, as well as some parts of his thigh and belly. You bit your lower lip, and Jungkook noticed that you weren't quite sure what to do, so he reached for your wrist and pulled you up from the couch.
"Come here, let's clean up," he said softly, and you nodded.
You followed Jungkook to the bathroom, feeling a bit awkward with your hand still sticky with his cum. He turned on the faucet, adjusting the water temperature, and then he grabbed a washcloth, wetting it before handing it to you.
"Here, let me help," he offered, taking your hand and starting to clean off the mess.
"Thanks," you murmured, and, once your hand was clean, he turned his attention to his own body, cleaning off the remnants of his own orgasm.
After a few moments of silence, he spoke again, his voice soft.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked, looking at you, completely at ease with his own nakedness, while you had your arms crossed over your chest, attempting, albeit unsuccessfully, to cover yourself.
"Mm-hmm," you murmured again, and he smiled, placing a hand on your hip and pulling you closer to him.
"Really?" Jungkook stared at you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your heart raced, both from his proximity and the softness in his voice, as well as from the direct contact of your naked body against his.
"Yes," you said, averting your gaze, eager to put your clothes back on. Jungkook chuckled, lifting his arms around your back and pressing your body against his in a hug that you reluctantly accepted, only uncrossing your arms when his chest was fully pressed against yours.
"Are you feeling shy?" he asked, a low chuckle escaping him.
"Shut up," you grumbled, trying to pull away, but he pulled you closer, refusing to let you go.
"You’re so cute.”
Afterwards, you both went to the living room, got dressed, and Jungkook put on a movie. You weren't exactly thrilled about watching the movie because the previous events kept replaying in your head, and you were still processing everything.
Occasionally, you glanced over at Jungkook, who was fully engrossed in the film. He seemed genuinely interested in having you pay attention, occasionally making comments about it, to which you simply nodded.
Your hands rested on your lap as you sat in the exact same spot where moments ago you had been completely surrendered to him. And Jungkook seemed to have been too good at everything. He was patient, dedicated, affectionate. You sighed, fearing how drawn you felt to him. It was as if a magnet was pulling you towards him, and you couldn't resist. Your eyes were fixed on the screen, but your mind was drifting in a reverie that you couldn't quite shake off.
You only realized it when Jungkook's fingers intertwined with yours. You looked down, seeing his long fingers embracing yours, and you closed your fingers, firmly pressing the back of his hand, while he kept his eyes on the screen, as if holding your hand was no big deal. And maybe it wasn't, even after you two had practically fucked. Your thumb caressed his skin, and in response, he tightened his grip on your hand, as if to reaffirm everything.
It didn't take long for you both to move even closer, exchanging a few pecks, and your head resting on his shoulder, which he seemed extremely comfortable with, just like you.
The movie ended, and you were sprawled on the couch while Jungkook went to the kitchen to get some water. When he returned, placing the glass on the coffee table, he looked at you and asked, "What are your other plans for today?" He raised an eyebrow, and you yawned, stretching.
"Well, I have a dance class later," you said, remembering your commitment to Hobi. Jungkook gave a crooked smile and, without warning, simply lay on top of you, his elbows resting on either side of your face and his mouth on your neck as you laughed in surprise at his unexpected gesture.
"Are you sure?" Jungkook said between kisses. "What if you cancel your plans and stay here with me, hm?" He brushed the tip of his nose against the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent. "You dance every day."
"I don't dance every day," you retorted, feeling his kisses becoming more ticklish than seductive kisses. "And it's a different kind of dance, not ballet."
"Is it?" he asked, looking at you.
"It's an experimental street dance class."
"And do you like street dance?" he furrowed his brow.
"I don't know," you shrugged, giving him a peck on the lips. "You could come with me," you smiled, suggestively.
"Hmm, I'm not sure about that," Jungkook whispered.
"Come on, it'll be fun," you insisted.
Jungkook chuckled, his lips curling into a grin.
"I don't know if street dance is my thing."
"You won't know until you try," you teased, running your fingers through his hair.
"Fine, I'll go with you."
"Really?" you exclaimed, surprised by his sudden agreement.
"Yeah, why not?" Jungkook shrugged, leaning in to kiss you softly.
"All of this just to spend more time with me?" you teased, running your thumb along his cheek as he wrinkled his nose, making a face.
"You're the one who invited me to go with you," he countered, licking his lips. "So, you must really want my company. Falling for me already?" he joked.
You laughed, leaning forward and placing both hands on his chest, as if to push him away.
"I take back what I said, I don't want your company anymore!"
"Oh, I think you do," he insisted, pressing his body closer to yours and planting kisses on your cheek while you giggled.
"Stop it!"
"Stop it," he mimicked in a high-pitched, affected voice. "You always say 'stop it' when you actually mean the opposite, don't you?"
"I don't know, do I?" you said with a hint of teasing, making Jungkook giggle as he leaned in, capturing your lower lip between his teeth and giving it a playful nibble before pulling away, and stand up.
"What should we wear for a dance class?" Jungkook asked, standing in front of you. You sat back on the couch, fixing your tousled hair, and shrugged.
"Anything comfortable, I guess."
"Too bad you don't get to wear that tiny leotard," he teased.
"Jungkook," you scolded, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop," he said, scratching his chin. "So, how much time do we have until class?”
You spent the day at Jungkook's house. It was a great afternoon in his company. You don't even know how time flew by so quickly because you were chatting and stopping everything for make-out sessions that always left you both breathless, trying to refocus on what you were doing before. You had already done quite a lot of different things for just one day, but at the same time, it seemed like you couldn't keep your hands off each other.
Sometimes, amidst one of Jungkook's stories, you found yourself with a wide grin from ear to ear and quickly fought against yourself to wipe the smile away. But it didn't take long for you to be smiling again. It was dangerous, but you decided to stop thinking about it for now because you were enjoying his company too much.
When it was 4 p.m, you decided to go to your house to change into something more comfortable than your jeans, after all, you would need to move around. So, you went inside and quickly changed clothes. There was no one at home, which made the process easier, and Jungkook waited in the living room while you changed upstairs. You chose a simple white sweatshirt set, comfortable and everything you needed for your class.
You wet downstairs, and Jungkook was looking at a picture of you as a child, with a smile on his face. It was a photo of you on the lawn of your backyard, with your old dog Lion between your legs. The Golden Retriever was almost bigger than you, with its mouth open and tongue out while you smiled widely.
"You were adorable," Jungkook said, examining the photo.
"Thank you," you replied, pulling his arm, "Now let's go before someone sees you here with me."
Jungkook wrinkled his nose.
"I feel like we're in a secret relationship."
"But we're not in a relationship," you said without looking at him, just pulling him towards the exit door.
"I know, but what if we were? Would you still keep it from everyone?" he asked in a low voice, and you shrugged, opening the front door.
"No, because then you would be a changed man, and it would be serious, right? I mean, people would take our relationship seriously and not just think I'm another fuck for you."
You left your house and locked the door, but at that moment, you wondered if you were just another fuck to him. You glanced at him briefly, but he didn't say anything, nor did you. For a moment, you waited for some response from him, but since there was none, you just sighed and began walking ahead of him, heading to the ballet studio.
The journey was a bit quieter, and you had a whirlwind of thoughts in your head. Did you have feelings for Jungkook? Were you just attracted to him? Did you want to lose your virginity because you thought it was time, or because you wanted to fuck him?
He also seemed lost in thought, walking in silence with his hands in the pockets of the gray hoodie he was wearing, just as casual as yours. Occasionally, you exchanged glances, but it seemed like the last conversation you had was still a palpable tension in the air.
You both entered together, and he followed you into one of the rooms of the studio that you had never been in before. The class hadn't started yet, but Hobi was there, greeting some people. He opened a smile when he saw you and walked towards you with his arms open for a hug, which you returned happily.
"Good to see you here," he said, stepping back, and his eyes shifted to Jungkook. "And you brought company."
"Yeah," you smiled weakly, "This is Jungkook, a friend from college."
Hobi raised his eyebrows suggestively at you and then turned to Jungkook, greeting him.
"Have you ever taken a dance class before?" Hoseok asked, with a friendly look.
"No, never," Jungkook spoke softly, looking around, his eyes shining. "I probably won't be very good at it," he replied, lowering his voice.
"Nobody is born good at it; it's all about practice," Hobi said, smiling. "I hope you both enjoy it; we start in 10 minutes." He looked at the clock and walked away, leaving you two alone again.
You turned to Jungkook, about to ask if everything was okay, but then you saw her. Minji. Park Minji, your cousin.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," you huffed, rolling your eyes, not believing that she was here, now walking towards you with a smile on her lips. Fake. That's what she was. A fucking fake.
Jungkook looked in the direction you were looking, frowning, with an expression you couldn't quite understand. But you noticed that Minji's smile became even more cynical when she laid her eyes on Jungkook. She approached, her perfectly straightened hair falling in place, and turned her head slightly, analyzing the two of you.
"You two here?" she chuckled. "So, are you like, together?"
genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst, slight idiots to lovers
rating: explicit
description: So what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he can’t exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroom…
word count: tbd (currently at 5k)
warnings: size kink, JK has a big dick (no, really), slight pain kink, light choking, dirty talk, Dom!JK, flustered/shy JK at first, unprotected sex (this is fiction, we all wanna be raw-dogged by JK okay), lube, JK loves OC’s panties a LOT, fingering, mentions of masturbation, OC gets embarrassed at first but JK is sweet about it, oral sex (male & female receiving), cursing, Soft Dom!JK, more to come I’m sure.
a/n: As soon as I saw JK’s OJO face from that GCF, it kicked me into gear to write this. I’ve had this idea for SO long, but never had the motivation to finish it. I was supposed to release it last winter, so hope you’re all excited for it!
*update: I have posted the full fic! Check my pinned. :)
“[Y/N], I can hear you in there.”
The muffled, disgruntled voice came from the other side of your door. Your eyes fluttered open and your hand stilled in your panties, your heart rate spiking. Maybe if you didn’t move a muscle, he’d go away.
“I know you’re up,” he added. You rose up from your bed.
“Um… exactly what did you hear?” you squealed, face burning up at your terrible acting skills.
“Unlock this door.”
You didn't know what compelled you to saunter over and open the door a mere crack, but oh the sight before you was almost worth the humiliation. Jungkook was in nothing but gray sweats that sat dangerously low on his hips. He had a bad case of bedhead, but his locks looked so soft that you wanted nothing more than to grab onto them and make out with his beautiful lips, which were captivating you just as much as that intense gaze of his.
“Hey… you…” you said with a meek smile, which he did not return.
“It’s 2 AM in the morning. I have work at 5. As hot as you sound, we either do something together so we both get satisfied or you let me get my rest because I am incredibly frustrated right now.”
Your eyes widened at his curt response. You’ve never seen him so tense, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek as his glare bore into you. He leaned against your door frame with one arm, leaning in close enough to make you break eye contact. He tapped on the wooden frame with his index finger, awaiting your response.
“Sorry…”
God, you sounded absolutely pathetic.
“Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?” Before you could respond, he let out a tsk sound and retreated back to his bedroom. You stood there in a trance until his door shut loudly, snapping you out of it. You wondered if he realized how much worse he left you than when he found you.
“Taehyung loves when he can be your cute little puppy. He loves it so, so much.��
Pairing: Taehyung x n.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut
Warnings: D/s dynamic, sub puppy player!Taehyung, Dom!Reader, pet play with gear, puppy headspace, ankle cuffs, anal play, latex gloves, praise, good boy kink, prostate orgasms
Wordcount: 2.5k
a/n: *barks* (pun intended) he is so NGNFNGN also omgg how are you guys liking the new art of the month layout? i am loving it tbh, no joke it's exactly what i wanted it to be hehe have fun besties ❤
The gloves sit snug around his hands, falsifying his own senses. He can’t move his fingers, the feeling in them is gone. They are useless, little paws right now. Taehyung feels dizzy because of it, drugged from the mindset he finds himself in.
The collar around his neck is tight, but not too tight to be uncomfortable. You keep tugging at it, reminding him that he is owned.
“Come on, follow me”, you order him with yet another gentle tug at the leash and wave you fingers in front of his eyes to keep his attention on you. Not that you need tricks to keep his attention. He is yours. Utterly and completely yours.
Taehyung barks quietly, following you most obediently. The paw gloves makes a dull sound on the wooden floor, a sticky sound follows it as he lifts them off and the leather stays glued to the wood for just a small second. Leather cuffs are wrapped around his ankles. He is dragging chains behind him as he crawls after you. They create a familiar melody to Taehyung’s ears. He finds comfort in the sound because it meant that he could be in his favourite headspace.
Puppy headspace.
He isn’t human right now. He is a good, obedient puppy following his owner’s orders. The gear for it, you got him on your anniversary and it enhances the play so goddamn well. Taehyung has never felt more like a puppy than he does right now with his hands hidden in leather paws, his neck adorned with a leather collar, his ankles kept in chains and his butt beautifully accessorized with a tail.
He feels it move. It drives him just a little mad. It is a really intense sensation, taking some of his attention and keeping just a glimmer of humanity in his mind.
“That’s a good puppy. Bed”, you order and pat the mattress.
Taehyung crawls onto the bed and does an excited little spin.
“No, stay”, you tell him in a fond giggle.
Taehyung stops, looking up at you with big eyes and his tongue sticking out.
“That’s better. Such a good boy”, you coo at him, coddling his cheeks in soft pets. You are wearing red latex gloves tonight. It gives your touch just a small sense of unfamiliarity to it. The You was missing from it. The warmth, the sense of your skin, the smell of it. Taehyung doesn’t mind that it does because what was missing, you make up for in tenderness. Your pets are placed with such love and care.
Taehyung barks happily, wiggling his butt. The tail shifts inside again. His legs wobble for a moment.
“Yes good boy, such a good boy”, you babytalk as you coddle his face, “you're such a cutie good boy. Yes, such a good boy.”
Taehyung huffs out air excitedly and leans in to lick your cheek. His heart is racing like crazy. You know exactly what to say to make him burst in happiness.
You squeak a giggle, fleeing him with a tilt of your head. Taehyung however chases you, licking your chin and cheek for more kisses. He is so happy! He needs to show you how happy he feels! And how much he loves you!
“God puppy, you’re getting me all wet”, you laugh, ruffling his hair, “I know big kissies. Such big kissies.”
Taehyung whimpers happily, wagging his tail. A second of humanity courses through him, resulting in a very human moan to slip past his lips. The wagging shifted the plug inside, crazing it right over his prostate. Electric pleasure instantly fills his veins.
He sits back, looking up at you with glassy eyes.
“What’s the matter?” you ask because you know that look and what it means. The headspace is shaken. Something happened which reminded him that he was human after all.
“Tail”, he gets out and shifts his hips.
“Tail?”
“It keeps shifting.”
“Oh…” you let out, running your eyes run down his body.
He is naked except for his paws and the collar. His dark nipples are swollen and so perfectly perky. His soft tummy heaves up and down as he breathes heavily. His flushed cock stands against it, throbbing slowly. He is hard. You didn’t even notice that he is. You were too preoccupied with loving him and getting his cute kisses.
“I see”, you say, “turn.”
Taehyung follows instantly, presenting his butt to you on all fours. Like this, you can see the pink paw print stitched onto the black gloves. He would look so cute if it weren’t for the black silicon tail sticking out between his buttocks. You ogle it, feeling your tummy flutter. To think that it is shifting enough to mess up his headspace.
“Stay”, you order him to which he tenses his muscles obediently.
You step closer to him, connecting your gloved hand with his back in a gentle caress. Goosebumps follow your fingers, shivers chase them right after.
“You’re such a pretty puppy”, you praise and flick your finger against his tail. It wobbles for a few moments. Taehyung moans softly.
“This tail you mean?” you tease, flicking it again.
Taehyung answers you with a shaky intake of breath and his buttocks clenching in a flinch.
“I guess you do”, you coo and swirl your pointer finger around the very tip of his tail. It creates those very subtle circular motions, forcing Taehyung’s body to shiver in reaction, “does this feel nice?”
“Wroof.”
“Of course it does. Do you want more?”
Taehyung arches his back, begging you silently.
You trace his tail. It is made out of black silicone and has a slight curve to it. A slightly thicker base prevents it from disappearing inside him and in his hole, a girthy buttplug is sitting. No wonder he is letting out those sweet little moans, movements must shift it so nicely against his sensitive spots.
You wrap your fingers around the girthy base and wiggle it from side to side. Your sweet boyfriend reacts in a moan and his back moving in a wavelike arch. You repeat the movement, drawing yet another little moan out of Taehyung.
“God puppy, this is so hot”, you say. You twist the black leather leash around your gloved hand a few times, drawing closer this way. There isn’t tension on it yet, tangling between your hand and Taehyung’s neck and drawing pretty paintings of shadow on his back. You follow the stroke of shadow with your fingers for the sole purpose of ending it with a wiggle of his tail plug.
Taehyung always reacts with such pretty moans when you draw it out. Giving him everything with no built-up is fun, but giving it to him after making him expect it is even better. So you like to feel him up, make his skin sensitive for you and his poor little body so, so needy for more. It’s more satisfying this way.
You take the tail between your fingers again and move it. In and out.
“Ah”, Taehyung lets out. His heavy balls throb between his legs. He liked it.
“More?”
He arches his back.
“Speak.”
“Wroof”, he sort of whimpers the bark. It’s the hottest thing.
“Good boy. You’re such a good boy”, you praise and reward him with a slow toy fuck.
Taehyung moans each time you push it back inside again. His hole takes it embarrassingly easy. Well, deliciously easy would be a better way to describe what is happening right now. His rim is puffy and swollen, moving around the black silicon desperately. It bulges each time you pull out and opens up each time you push back inside.
“You’ve got the prettiest puppy hole”, you rasp, twisting the toy when it is halfway out. His hole takes it hungrily, shifting around the bulge. So wet and stretched. So fucking puffy.
Taehyung whimpers, dropping his head.
“Head up”, you order, tugging at the leash roughly.
His head shoots up, a needy mewl slips past his lips. For just a second, air was sparse, reminding him that he has no free will right now. That you decide what happens to him.
“That’s better. You shouldn’t slack, puppy”, you praise and reward him by pushing the toy back into him. You loosen the tension on his leash, letting it tangle again. He releases a shaky breath, clenching around the toy in flutters of his puffy hole.
Fuck, his hole is so puffy. You crave the view of it unplugged and empty. Just for a few seconds to really satisfy the needs.
You pull the toy out completely, moaning deliciously as his gaped hole looks back at you. You can see inside. He is so, so pretty, leaking lube now that he has nothing holding it inside.
“Fuck, look at you. Who’s a good puppy, Taetae?”
Taehyung whimpers, arching his back just so his hole stays open for you longer. He is the good puppy. He is.
“That’s right, you’re a good puppy. Such a good puppy”, you coo and push the toy back inside.
“Ah”, he lets out, fighting it for a second because he hadn’t expected the stretch.
“Relax.”
The toy doesn’t want to slip back inside. You stop trying in order not to hurt him, reaching for the bottle of lube.
“Good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you talk sweetly, keeping him in a happy headspace. You know how quickly Taehyung can beat himself up about sex related struggles. Premature ejaculation, a sudden loss of a boner, dry holes. These things are natural and happen, but Taehyung likes to beat himself up about them. You always make sure that the self-disappointment doesn’t happen.
“You’re such a good boy. I’m just quickly gonna put more puppy slick on there. Yeah?”
Taehyung wiggles his hips, letting out a small mewl. Lube. You are putting more lube, but the fact that you are calling it puppy slick is messing with his head. He can’t wait to take the toy again. Oh, he wants it so bad.
“There we go, all slicked up for my puppy”, you say, placing the bottle aside. You twist the leash tighter without creating tension and guide the smooth head of the buttplug to his puffy hole.
You touch it.
Taehyung arches into you.
You trace it in circles.
Taehyung sticks his ass out.
You apply pressure.
Taehyung pushes back and swallows it. Of course he would. He is your good puppy after all.
He whimpers, closing his eyes in total bliss. He is finally whole again. Tingles go through his body, he feels so warm between his legs. The stretch is so nice and so electric. He doesn’t want it to stop.
“That’s better. You’re such a good puppy”, you encourage him and begin moving it inside him again. In and out, in and out. He should know how good it feels to be your puppy.
Taehyung tries so hard to continue making puppy sounds, but it’s so hard. You make him feel so good. The plug is girthy enough that the stretch is there, but it is still small enough that it doesn't hurt. He is just full. That’s how he feels. Full. It is such a nice state to be in.��
Full. Empty. Full. Empty. Full. Empty. Full.
You keep pulling out and pushing back in. Taehyung feels aching longing whenever it is gone and burning ecstasy whenever it is back.
“Please”, he begs because it’s impossible to stay non-verbal.
“Speak”, you allow him.
“Please stay inside.”
“Like this?” you push it all the way into him and move it by the tail, “is this doing something for you?”
“Woof”, Taehyung moans, arching his back. He tilts his head back, giving you a glimpse of his agape mouth. His eyes are closed in bliss, his cheeks are flushed.
“Of course it does. My good boy, you’re so pretty like this.”
“Woof, ah, woo-woof.”
His legs are shaking, his arms are as well. His puffy hole keeps pulsating around the shaft, sucking the toy in hungrily.
“Woo-ah-oof.”
You know for a fact that the only reason Taehyung is struggling with his noises is because you are grinding the toy against his prostate. You continue, basking in his blissed-out state. He is perfect like this.
“Woo, woo-oof.”
He doesn’t even notice that he stopped barking and is instead saying the word “woof” in various needy versions. How wonderful. He is so wonderful.
It makes you want to ruin him even more. You angle the tail upwards and begin drawing circles with it.
Taehyung gasps and tenses up. He whimpers, chasing you with sudden needy wiggles of his hips. Faster, faster, faster. He is getting faster the longer this goes on, whimpering sweetly each time the toy so very clearly grinds against his prostate. He is fucking himself on it, squeaking for air.
“Good boy. Such a good boy”, you know what is happening and so you help him with getting there by saying his favourite words, “good boy, you’re such a good puppy.”
Taehyung moans and drops to his elbows, screaming into the mattress as his orgasm hits him. You moan right with him, wiggling the toy in him quickly to really draw it out for him. He is shaking, twitching, convulsing all while his puffy hole throbs around the toy and the sheets muffle his ecstatic wails.
“You’re seriously such a good fucking boy. Give me everything, puppy. That’s my good puppy”, you talk him through it until he very obviously begins twitching in overstimulation.
You slide your fingers from his tail. You keep it inside his ass, watching it move all on its own as his hole throbs in the aftershock of his orgasm. How delicious to look at.
“Good puppy”, you praise, petting his butt soothingly, “now. Turn”, you order and tug at the leash.
Taehyung fights himself up onto his paws and turns with wobbly knees. He looks properly ruined. Face flushed, hair messy, eyes half lidded and gaze droopy. You know that it was hard for him to follow your command, but this isn’t over yet. What you just gave him was merely to get rid of some of the tension. He isn’t done yet.
“Good boy”, you pet his head.
Taehyung leans into your touch with an exhausted whimper and his eyes falling closed. You pet him, helping him calm down after his needed high.
“So”, you begin, scratching him behind his ear, “now that we got this out of the way, we’ll finally start with the training.”
He lifts his glassy eyes, staring up at you in a mixture of disbelief, devotion and exhaustion. The devotion is strongest, shining brightly in his dark brown puppy eyes.
“Mhm? Can my puppy finally think clearly again?”
Taehyung exhales shakily, sagging his shoulders as his devotion grows. He finally lets out an animalistic bark again, sticking out his tongue slowly because he desires to be your obeying puppy so bad, even with his body still recovering from his orgasm. “Of course you can. Now let’s get started. Paw.”
Can I request first time obs jungkook realized he started to have feelings for oc?
our beloved summer; a drabble
Jungkook likes lavender and jasmine. He likes navy blue sweaters and a perpetually grumpy face, looking a black cat who’s just been disturbed from slumber. He likes gold rings on dainty hands, black nail polish almost always covering neatly trimmed nails. He likes New York Yankees baseball caps on bad hair days.
Jungkook looks for that intoxicating scent of lavender and jasmine wherever he goes, scrunching his nose in distaste every time he catches a whiff of some overwhelming floral perfume on someone that isn’t you.
At parties, he looks for the dainty hands with the black nail polish and golden rings, wrapped around a red solo cup. It always makes him smile widely in delight when he spots you in a corner, talking animatedly with Taehyung and Jimin.
He looks for that navy blue sweater and Yankees cap whenever he’s on campus, even on days where he knows you aren’t scheduled for class or a shift at the library. If he looks hard enough, thinks about you hard enough, then maybe you’d pop up for whatever random reason - to bug a professor into reading the essay you wrote for extra credits, to stop by the campus cafe because you have a massive craving for their watered down chai latte, to show up just because there’s a certain someone silently manifesting that you would.
Jungkook likes pretentious Moleskine journals and 0.7mm Muji gel ink ballpoint pens. He likes the vivid scowl in your voice when he gets on your nerves and the middle finger you always flip him. He likes the tiramisu from that bakery down the street from Taehyung and Jimin’s apartment, just because you seem to like it so much. Hydrangeas remind him of you, so he likes them too.
Jungkook likes the things you like and he’s not sure why. He likes that these are the things that make you happy, that always bring a smile to your face and he likes seeing you smile. He’s almost never on the receiving end of said smile, but he still likes it.
He lays in bed, bored out of his mind and tempted to seek you out just to be a nuisane but he knows you’re in a class right now. He drifts back to what Taehyung said to him last night after he’d show up to the library, thinking he’d get to spend time with you but had found Taehyung instead.
“The whole ‘boy pulls girl’s pigtails’ approach you have going on is painfully obvious, you know.”
Jungkook isn’t stupid.
(Though if you were there at the time, he has no doubt that you would have argued the opposite.)
Maybe Jungkook does know why he likes the things you like. Maybe it’s because whenever they pop up in his head, you’re the one that always accompanies the thought and takes over his mind completely. Maybe that’s why he finds himself thinking about you before he goes to sleep just so you would show up in his dreams too. Maybe that’s why you’re often the first thing he thinks of shortly after opening his eyes in the morning, wondering if he’ll get to see you around that day.
Maybe it’s an explanation for why he feels so warm whenever he imagines your face even when he’s doing the most mundane of things, like walking to the corner store or putting away laundry.
Taehyung was right. Jungkook didn’t stop by the library on a random Wednesday evening because he wanted some bro bonding time. He wanted to come because you usually work Wednesdays, and the idea of keeping you company under the guise of bothering you sounded a lot better than staying home and daydreaming about you.
He then thinks about what Taehyung said before he left, calling him back just to tell him that like Jungkook, you wouldn’t be going home for the break either.
He doesn’t know why Taehyung told him that. Probably because he feels bad that neither him nor Jimin would be here in case you need them, not that you would admit if you needed them anyway. Or perhaps Taehyung was trying to give Jungkook a nudge in the right direction.
What direction that is, he can’t say for certain.
What he does know is he wasn’t exactly thrilled to hear that you’ll be spending the break by yourself while everyone else goes home to their family, because it sounds like something that would make you a little sad even if you’re not big on the holidays. He’s never seen you sad before, but the idea of it is one that he already hates.
Jungkook doesn’t want you to be alone. He doesn’t want you to be sad. He wants to see you smile and he wants to do everything in his power to make sure that you keep your smile, even if it isn’t directed at him.
No, he isn’t stupid. He isn’t stupid but he might still be a little dense sometimes. He supposes he’s known it all this time, known it for months since the second ever conversation you’ve had together. It’s no one’s fault but his own that it took Taehyung bringing it up for Jungkook to realize why the things you like are so endearing to him, why his heart does dumbass little skips to the mere thought of you.
— your hot stalker catches you without your control. he drags you to his car and f*cks you until you're numb.
warnings: dub-con, drugging, pinv, overstim, cream pie, reader says stop a couple times, not proofread
You were out late, out of work and walking to your car a couple blocks away. You crossed a couple streets and you heard a couple people talking. You felt comforted knowing other people were out in the night besides you.
You were uncomfortable and scared, obviously. But you were only a couple minutes away from your car, so it was okay. — At least you hoped.
You saw an alleyway, it was a quicker route to your car so you decided to take that route. Little did you know that was a dumb shit idea.
You walked down the dark area and saw a couple people smoking, it wasn’t too bad. You kept an eye out for dangers as you walked down the path.
Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around your chest, one around your neck. A hand went to your mouth, suppressing your screams for help.
You then felt a sharp needle go through the skin of your shoulder. Your screams calmed and you were out cold.
Jungkook carried you all the way to his car, concentrate of your condition. He was too turned on by the situation to wait, so he put you in his backseat other than his trunk.
“Fuck.” He growled, locking the car. He had your lifeless body laid out on the seats, caressing your body with gentle hands.
Your eyes flutter open, that was the only thing you could move. At least what you were aware about.
“help-“ Your voice was weak and small, too toned out because of the sedative he gave you. You laid there, tears streaming down your temples.
He got on top of you, “don’t be afraid.”
“W-who are you.” You breathe weakly.
“Jungkook”. He kissed your nape and you grunted, feeling uncomfortable with his action.
“Stop.” You speak wearily, trying to move but failing.
“But I don’t want to.”
He pulled you down, flipping your body over and pulling off your short skirt, admiring your ass. You whined and cried. You were so scared.
He rubbed your ass, “so soft, just for me.”
“Mmh-“ you whine again, your face pushed up against the car seat.
He kissed the soft flesh of your ass as he pulled your underwear off, settling them on your thighs. He slid his thumb over your clit and hummed.
“You’re mine now.” He kissed your ass again, unbuttoning his jeans to get his hard cock out. He cursed, “fuck baby.”
“Please, s-stop.” You beg.
He chuckled, ���it’s too late.”
He rubbed his cock on your folds, hearing you whine. He hissed at the feeling of your wetness, he was so intimate; teasing your clit, kissing your back, pulling your head back to look at him.
He gripped your throat gently as he pulled your hair, leaning forward for you to see him. He pushed his cock into you and you cried, “fuck!”
“That’s it.” He cooed, thrusting himself as he looked into your eyes. “Feel my cock.”
“N-no stop.” You moaned, feeling his cock brush against your g-spot. You hate to admit, you felt so good. His cock was the best you ever had.
He teased, “you like it.”
He thrusted harder and faster, hearing you whine. He was so turned on and ready to fill you up to the brim.
He fucked you endlessly, pulling your hips to get you deeper. You fell back onto the seat, your face hanging off the side, your arms tied behind your back, he was in control.
He wasn’t letting up, he filled you up with his cum, pulling out to see him leak out of your hole. He groaned in pleasure as he pushed himself into you again.
“Mm, Jungkook!” You yell, cumming on his cock. You arched your back and shook, crying loudly as he stimulated you with his cock.
He pushed his cum into you again, pulling the ties around your wrists. He teased and mocked you, absolutely in love with you.
“Fuck, you can do it. Cum again.” He grunted, slapping his hips against your ass.
The car was filled with the sounds of your wet cunt being abused by his thick cock. The sounds of skin slapping and your moans edging him on.
“Mm, ah!” You rolled your eyes back with ecstasy, feeling another orgasm rip through your abdomen to your sore cunt.
He felt you pulse around him. The drug was wearing off and he can tell. He wasn’t too worried about it, he was too deep in the moment.
“Does that feel better?” He whispered, pulling his cock out of your needy cunt.
You whine quietly, “can’t-“
“It’s done baby. You came. It’s over.” He lifted you up, putting your back against his chest. He kissed your jaw and your neck, brushing his lips against you gently.
“Mmm, Jungkook-“
“Shhh, baby. You’re all mine now.” He whispered, running his hands down your body slowly. He lead his hands up your shirt, playing with your breasts, pinching your nipples to hear your cries.
He rubbed his face on your neck, breathing in your aroma, your sent. He was addicted to you. He finally got ahold of you.
Would you ever write a little drabble or something of oc having a huge reaction & going off at jk & how he responds? Or how he just crumbles lmao like you said he would 😭😂
"but then it didn't make sense, noh? i asked rhea about the theme and it was beach. the clothes they've provided us with are nowhere near beach? i don't know how we're gonna come up with a beachy look with those. i mean, kook, it's literally a long dress. even worse, it's fucking formal! who wears formal to the beach? nobody! but you know what the worst part is? they said we weren't allowed to use the given clothes to make new ones. like, what? that doesn't make sense at all", you continued with your rant, "it's unfair, to be honest. it was just our time and like 2 more out of the entire competition who got these non beachy looking clothes. it doesn't make sense. but we're all thinking of making a complaint. i have to win, you know." you nod, body slanted against the table.
"what do you think—" pause.
"you're not even listening are you?" you glare at your boyfriend, who's been glued to his phone for the past 20 minutes. he's watching some football match. a fucking football match.
he mindlessly nods, pretending to listen. he doesn't even know what you're saying!
"you're not listening to me."
once he just nods again, you groan and then just slap his arm. jungkook jolts at the sudden hit from you, looking up from his phone.
"what?"
"you're not listening to me." you whine.
"hm, no, i was." liar.
"quit lying, jungkook."
"nah, nah, i was." he looks back at his phone again. you hate when he acted like this. makes you feel ignored.
"see! again! you're not listening to me!" you shout, throwing your hands in the air.
jungkook groans, rolling his eyes at you. you gasp, looking at your boyfriend with pure shock. did he just roll his eyes at you? oh no, he didn't!
"my bad."
the short careless responds were annoying you to the core.
"okay." your voice is stern. you get up, stomping your way around his room. he still doesn't bother to look at you or anything, eagerly watching his match. and just because you're such a dramatic spoiled bitch, you grab your bag and put on your shoes. your boyfriend, who was playing with his lower lip, drifts his eyes away from his stupid football match for a moment. and suddenly, he starts panicking.
nah, you were gonna leave. oh he messed up.
"baby, where you going?" his lazy ass finally gets up from his bed, brushing his hands on his sweats as he walked towards you.
you scoff, looking away dramatically.
"home."
"nah, come on, stay." he grips onto your arm tightly.
"no. because my boyfriend who invited ME over isn't paying me any attention because of some stupid fucking football game!"
"baby, i'm so sorry, okay? i didn't realise. now come on, don't go."
you squint your eyes and look at your boyfriend with a glare. and because you love the game, you decline again.
"y/n, i'll be better, come onnn. you can't just leave. i'm sorry i was being an ass to you earlier. please stay. let's cuddle and watch a movie or something. i'll rub your feet and give you a massage too." you try not to break into a laugh at the rubbing your feet part and somehow manage to keep an expressionless face.
"you need to be put on timeout."
"okay, say less."
jungkook walks back to his bed, sits on and faces his wall. he stares at it blankly as if he was a toddler who had just gotten scolded by their parent. the sight was hilarious. god, the things he does because of you. i mean, you didn't mean it literally, but he just accepted it.
"am i good now?" your boyfriend peaks at you slowly. you scowl. he slightly finds it funny and cute at the same time. everything you do is cute for him.
"come on, sweetheart. don't look at me like that." you kiss your teeth at his slightly flirty comment.
"okay. i'll stay." jungkook releases a loud sigh, falling back onto the bed.
"you're so dramatic sometimes."
"I'M LEAVING!"
(okay ik this isn't a major argument but i js thought this would be cute😭😭)