#fuckgirl!au

[2hightocare]

ACQUAINTANCES!

Synopsis: Jungkook and you can only stand each other whenever you guys are fucking, well that’s what you guys thought initially.

Parings: fuckboy!jungkook x fuckgirl!reader

Genre: college au! fwb! e2l!

Warnings: smut!! Open ending, no confession. Rough sex, unprotected sex (pls wrap it) Smut with just a tiny bit of plot if you squint, reader is a squirter (sorry not sorry) daddy/mommy kink, cussing, blowjob, reader crying from pleasure, jk is a dirty talker, banter, a lot of bickering from both of them, cute fluff at the end for Valentine’s Day!

a/n: hai my loves, i disappeared for a while.. I’ve been really busy with school at the moment. But I wrote this short pwp for all of you as a valentines gift before I lag again.. I’m trying to write an actual f1 driver!jk fic right now so sorry if I’m not updating as much…. But anywho enjoy my little gift<3⭐️

“That’s my good girl, fuck." He plunges deeper into you, hitting your spot repeatedly. His hand lays on your head, pushing you down into the mattress, your makeup smudged from sucking his cock, and tears stream down your face.

“Right there, baby, that’s it.” Jungkook pounds into you from behind; your legs are shaking, trying so hard not to give out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his cock spreads your walls deliciously. “Agh fuck.” You moan loudly, your mouth hanging open, drool spilling out onto the white sheets.

You reach behind you, pushing him off you. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he watches your legs shake. Your breaths are heavy, and you are trying so hard to catch your breath. “Take it off.” You whine about the condom; you reach for Jungkook's cock and pull on the clear condom, taking it off.

“Want me to fuck you, raw princess?” Jungkook groans, grabbing the base of his cock, giving your pussy a few slaps with his length, making you clench over nothing. Jungkook uses one of his arms to pick you up and turn you around, your back pressed against the comfortable mattress. “Feels good, huh?” He asks as he slowly rubs your swollen, aching clit with his thumb. Jungkook watches your expression, your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes cloudy, trying so hard to keep them open, his hand reaching to your tear-stained cheeks, squeezing them, making your mouth form a kiss.

“What do you say?” Jungkook asks as you slowly nod your head. You were fucked dumb, and he knew that, which made him chuckle softly. He could tell from how you couldn’t even answer the question or even fight him for it like you usually do.

“Speak up; use your words, baby.” Jungkook smirks, giving your cheeks a light slap before squeezing them again. “Feels so good.” You slur, and you squeeze your legs together to relieve some of the tension your center is feeling. You have come four times now, and Jungkook none.

“Good girl.” Jungkook says before helping you sit up as he leans against the header, his hard laying on his stomach. Jungkook is packed, to say the least; even when he’s soft, you can see his imprint in his underwear.

It scared you at first when he pulled it out because, how the fuck was that going to fit in you? You swear you almost got up and left. 

“That’s not going to fit.” You say, your pointer finger pointing at his thick length in his hand. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Jungkook chuckles, and you give him a glare back instead, showing that you are serious. “It’s going to fit; we’ll make it fit, baby.” He grins. "Plus, you can take four fingers; you’ll be fine.” He comes closer to you and says, "It’ll feel so good, I promise.” He whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your back.

You crawl your way to him, stopping between his legs; his eyes bore into yours. “You’re so pretty.” He compliments you, swiping his thumb on your bottom lip. “Fuck off, you just want your dick sucked.” You roll your eyes, grabbing the base of his cock. Your small hand, not even being able to wrap around his cock, always sent Jungkook a sense of pride to his chest.

“Gon’ suck daddy’s cock?” Jungkook moves your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “If you call yourself daddy one more time, I will bite your dick; don’t try me.” You glare up at him. "Well, isn’t she back? Not even five minutes ago, you were calling me daddy.” Jungkook chuckles at your expression. You looked hot with his cock inches away from your face, slightly twitching, waiting to be sucked.

You and Jungkook had history; to say the least, you both kind of hated each other. If it wasn’t because he said something you didn’t like, it was because he breathed a little too loudly around you. 

Just something about his smug face looking at you and throwing snarky comments had you wanting to claw your acrylics into his skin. Which was something Jungkook loved; he loved watching you roll your eyes every time you saw him, and he absolutely loved it when you fought back with him.

You had no clue how you ended up throwing insults at him every five seconds whenever he would show up anywhere; you would say it was because he was a man whore. You heard from every girl on campus how good he fucked but left right after coming, or if they were lucky, he left before they woke up. But honestly, that really doesn’t matter now that you’re in his bed getting your guts rearranged almost every seven days of the week by him.

Jungkook doesn't hate you; he just loves challenging you. Plus, he thought the only way he could find himself talking and being closer to you meant arguing; he would take it. You are well known on campus as well; his friends warned him about you, but you were just his type. So who was he to throw out the possibility of having you in his bed?

You didn’t even know how you ended up becoming friends with benefits—something along the lines of a frat party, an angry make-out session, and sex in someone’s bed. Jungkook fucked you so good; you are hundred percent sure you passed out and saw stars.

What were strictly professional meetings? how you like to call them? Turned into sleepovers, hanging out, cuddling, and calling each other cute nicknames. You guys still fought; it was more like bickering now. What you both weren’t looking for was a catching feeling; it started as having sex whenever one of you was horny, but now you find yourself wanting to be with each other regardless if you guys’ had sex or not.

“Now I don’t want to suck your dick after you called yourself daddy; that’s such an ick.” You scrunch your nose, giving his cock a tug, making him bite his lip with a laugh.

“That’s an ick? Ick when you told me to call you mommy like a month ago.” Jungkook recalls making your eyes widen. “Stop, I was drunk.” You whine, rolling your eyes. “We both said we wouldn’t bring it up, plus I said it as in sugar mommy.” You try to explain yourself as Jungkook smiles down at you. 

“Sugar mommy? I pay for everything, so just shut  up." Jungkook chuckles, grabbing ahold of his cock, giving it a pump.

You only follow his movements with your eyes as your pussy oozes with your juices, your wetness dripping down your thighs. Jungkook presses his cock to your cheek before slapping it multiple times. “My favorite view—imagine this, but on my lock screen." Jungkook jokes, which makes you glare at him. “In your dreams.” You say.

“It’s definitely in my dreams,” he groans. Jungkook moves his dick to your lips before patting his length on them. “Open.” He orders, which you immediately do, taking his tip into your mouth.

"Agh,” he chokes in a moan as you suck on the swollen tip. You replace his hands with yours pumping in his shaft while you try to take as much as you can down your throat. “Fuck.” Jungkook throws his head back, and you bob your head up and down his cock.

“So big.” You breathe out before returning to bob your head at a fast pace. Drool accumulates in your cheeks, dripping down Jungkook's cock. “Don’t boost my ego more, baby.” Jungkook howls; his tattooed hand gets a hold of your head before pushing it down. You gag on his cock, but Jungkook doesn’t care as he continues to fuck into your mouth. “Aw shit, shit shit.” Jungkook moans with each thrust into your warm mouth.

Tears run down your cheeks as Jungkook uses your mouth. Your hands rest on his hip bones, tapping slightly whenever you need to breathe. “Right there, baby, that’s it.” Jungkook mumbles, his cock twitching in your mouth, meaning he’s close. Before he could come, he pulled your head off of him with a loud pop. Strings of saliva and pre-cum connect your mouth and his cock.

“Fuck!” Jungkook pumps his cock hurriedly, his eyes shut as strings of curse words leave his mouth. “Where do I come? Shit.” Jungkook moans, his abs flexing as his hips lift up with each thrust into his hand. “Tits.” You wipe your mouth, positioning yourself in front of him before he shoots strings of his sticky cum on your round boobs. “Ahh fuck.” Jungkook chokes on another moan, giving his cock one last pump.

His chest heaves as he tries so hard to catch his breath, peeking an eye open and seeing you on your knees with your tits adorned with his cum. You giggle at his state. “I think you just boosted my ego by putting ‘expert at giving head' in my resume.” You joke as his chest rumbles with laughter.

“The head game is strong. Who taught you that?” Jungkook asks, and an inch of jealousy pikes his chest as he thinks about you ever giving a blowjob to someone else that wasn’t him. “Myself, you can do so much with a dildo.” You flutter your eyelashes at him, running your hands down his chest. His cock twitches as he watches you lay back down on the bed, your legs spread open as an invitation.

“Have I told you how good of an idea it was to get this mattress? Yeah, this one is a lot nicer,” Jungkook says as he starts to hover over your much smaller frame. “Whenever we fuck, it doesn’t leave me with back pain,” he moans when he easily slides his cock in you from how wet you are, a sharp moan that leaves your throat.

“It's al- also comfy.” You moan between deep breaths as his cock hits your g-spot. “Yeah, yeah, whatever it’s comfortable to sleep on,” he chuckles as his eyes flutter shut when you clench around him, sending him deeper into you.

“Shit! tightest pussy ever.” His grip tightens on your thighs, which are pushed up by him. “Do you see how pretty your pussy looks being filled with my cock?” He motions to his length, buried deep inside you. The noticeable bulge on your tummy has him wanting to ram inside you without restraint. 

He watches as you just hum with your eyes closed, “I said look.” Jungkook's hand gets a hold of your hair, pulling you upward, making you see his cock in you.

“I’m going to get a cramp because of you.” You moan as you watch his cock slowly slide out, making the bulge disappear before reappearing again when he slammed back, making your eyes shut with a scream. “You’ll be fine,” he laughs before slamming into you. The grip on your hair doesn’t loosen as your eyes vision is just his cock sliding in and out of your pussy over and over again.

“Open your eyes; come on, baby.” He gives your hair a little tug, making your eyes shoot open with your mouth wide open. “Fuck! Prettiest view, huh?” Jungkook's hips slam into you repeatedly.

“Ah, cramp,” you moan as he lets go of your hair, making you drop onto the mattress with a shake. His movements didn’t halt as he continued to fuck into you. 

Jungkook holds onto your legs before powering into you. Your hands grip onto the sheets as the moans flow out of your mouth uncontrollably. Jungkook spreads your legs open before pressing his palm on your lower belly on his bulge, sending a sense of shock through your body. Jungkook feels your pussy tighten, which only meant one thing, “I’m going to squirt, oh fuck.” You rush out, trying so hard to push him off.

Jungkook found out you were squirted when he fucked you in the bathroom at a Christmas party. Your red skirt lifted up to your ass, and your Santa Claus hat held on for dear life with each thrust he slammed into you. You didn’t expect to leave the bathroom with a drenched shirt; you only laughed at his reaction.

Jungkook pulls out immediately, inserting three of his fingers in you before pounding them in and out of you. Your body spasms with each curl of his fingers inside you, sending spurts of liquid out of you with a scream. Your eye vision went blurry, and as your head went lightheaded from the immense pleasure you were feeling, your hands gripped so tightly on the sheets that they went white.

“Are you breathing?” Jungkook chuckles at your spent body on his bed. He gives your pussy a small slap before kissing your cheek. "Mhm,” you pout, closing your legs, which has him laughing before he stands up and makes his way to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” You peek an eye open, watching him put on his boxers, his dick still hard from your guys previous activities. “I'm getting you a towel and clothes, princess.” Jungkook enters his bathroom, picking up a clean towel before making his way beside you.

“Let me clean you; spread." Jungkook taps on your thigh. You cover your face as he cleans you up. Small moans leave your mouth from the oversensitivity. You felt comfortable letting Jungkook do these things for you; even though they were super intimate, it didn’t feel wrong when Jungkook did it.

“All clean, let me help you put this on.” He motions to your pink panties you left a week ago in his house. Just thinking of Jungkook washing your underwear made your chest ache. "Up,” he says to your arms as he puts his black shirt over you.

“You didn’t come,” you say, looking at his erection. "It doesn’t matter; it’ll go away. Are you craving anything so I can DoorDash?” Jungkook skips over your question. “Wings..?” You pout as Jungkook picks you up and places you on the chair in his room as he changes the wet sheets for a new set.

“Order some; my phone is over there.” He points to his phone on the nightstand. Your heart skipped a beat. Not ever did one of your exes ever let you touch their phones, so for Jungkook to tell you to get his phone like nothing made your heart speed up, even if you both didn’t establish the boyfriend and girlfriend label.

Let’s just say you ended your night with wings in bed and a cute man cuddling with you all night until the morning.

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[taexoxosgf]

LEE MARK FIC REC LIST

s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst | suggestive is noted

give all these authors so much love please!!!! i had to include as much as possible!! supa long fic rec list ;) recommendation masterlist here

this is (not) easy *personal fav [ friends with benefits!mark x fem! reader ] s,f,a

sweet cream, cold brew [ nerd barista!mark x fem!reader ] s,f

raw. [ established relationship ] s

delphinium , part two [ virgin religious!mark x pagan reader ] s,f

the marriage and baby project [ fake dating au, roommate au ] s,f,a

sunday kind of love [ frat!mark x inexperienced/soft fem!reader ] s,f

flipside [ street racing au, strangers to lovers au ]

cherry flavored thoughts [ perv nerd!mark x popular fem!reader ] s

gorgeous [ college/football au ] s,f

follow through. [ bestfriends to lovers ft. haechan ] s

eyes on you. [ roommate's brother!mark x fem!reader ] s

watch me [ barista!mark x fem!reader, voyeurism ] s

pretty boy [ shy!mark x openminded/playful fem!reader ] s

surviving no nut november [ mark x fem! reader ft. haechan ] s

safety zone [ university au, best friends to lovers, roommates au ] f,a, suggestive

spider boy; 이민형 [ spiderman!mark x fem!reader, established relationship ] f, suggestive

closed doors. [brother's friend!mark x fem!reader, roommate au ] s

jealousy [ almost step-siblings au ] s,a

deal with it [ established relationship, argument au ] s

real talk [ line chef!mark x fuckgirl!reader ] s,f

on edge [ boyfriend's brother!mark x fem!reader, infedelity au ] s

play with me [ bestfriend!mark x fem! reader, car sex ] s,f

give me the greenlight [ street racing au, childhood friends to lovers ] s,f,a

nervously in love [ established relationship ] s,f

across the room *self promo hehe [ idol!mark x idol fem!reader ] s

roomie high [ stoner roommate!mark x fem!reader ] s

suck my kiss [mark x bandmate fem!reader ] s,f

may i be blunt? [stoner!mark x fem!reader ] s

the best man. [ stranger!mark x fem!reader, wedding au ] s

elevator pitch [ frat boy!mark x fem!reader ] f,a

craving you like the devil craves heaven [ priest!mark x succubus!reader ] s

kiss u right now [ best friend!mark x fem!reader ] s,f

this is new [ loss of virginity au ] s,f

rule breaker [ rockstar au, band au ] s

limit. [ gryffindor!mark x fem!reader ] s

mixtape moans. [ shy!mark x cheerleader!reader ] s

make me sin [ churchboy!mark x fem!reader, childhood friends au ] s,f,a

mark me in your heart [ drug dealer!mark x bartender!reader ] s,a

monetary value. [ rich kid!mark x rich kid!reader ] s,f,a

#nct 127 #nct u #nct dream #nct #nct smut #nct hard thoughts #nct x reader #nct x y/n #nct x you #lee mark #mark lee #nct mark #nct mark lee #mark lee smut #mark smut #mark lee x reader #mark lee x you #mark lee x y/n #mark lee fluff #mark lee fanfic #nct fluff #nct fanfic #nct ff #nct fic #nct fic recs #nct female oc #nct mark x reader #nct mark smut #nct mark fluff #lee minhyung

[naeviskz]

“ PRETTY , PLEASE ” ๑‧˚₊ ─── FLX

synopsis ; you think your roommate is really pretty, but you think he’s even prettier when he whines and begs for you.

genre 숌 virgin!felix x fuckgirl!reader | roommates AU

words - 4.0k+ tags/warnings 숌 fluff, pwp, smut, (slight age difference: felix is 23/reader is 25), sub!felix/dom!reader, noona kink?, perv!lix, oral (m), solo masturbation, corruption kink, edging, dacryphilia, rlly cute & soft ending tho <3

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Have you ever met someone so pure and innocent that you feel the need to shield them from any and all bad influences that might corrupt them?

Those were your exact thoughts when you first locked eyes with your new roommate Felix. You thought he was the most precious little bean ever ;( His shy, timid nature made you want to coddle him like a baby, and always spoke in such a polite, well-mannered tone due to you being his senior. At first Felix didn’t talk very much when he moved in and was constantly cooped up in his room doing god knows what, but eventually he’d warm up to you and the two of you soon became really good friends.

You don’t particularly like most men, you tend to get annoyed with them easily, only using them for a quick fuck because that’s all they’re good for. Personally, you didn’t care to start getting serious with anyone at the moment, prioritizing work and other future goals instead of boys who come and go. Felix was quite literally the only exception to this. You genuinely enjoyed his company and valued him as more than a friend, he was so easy to talk to and could make anyone in a room feel comfortable with his presence.

You loved how he never made a fuss about chores when you didn’t feel like doing them. He was never rude or brought strangers over, and he kept to himself most of the time— the perfect roommate ever. Felix was studying biology at school to become a veterinarian as he’s told you many times he loves animals before. You were already out of school by now, as you graduated 2 years ago but you didn’t mind living with someone a couple years younger. He’s very mature for being in his early twenties, even more than some of the 30+ year old “men” you’ve slept with in the past.

One thing you’ve noticed since he’s always keeping to himself, he takes his schooling very serious and constantly studies. He never drinks, smokes, or goes out to parties, but he doesn’t act better than anyone either, it’s just how he is. You’ve never seen someone so dedicated to their work, wondering in the back of your mind if he even knows what taking a break means. You’ve tried getting to invite him out to other social events but he would always say that studying was far more important, you seriously never seen someone be so obsessed with school. Before you graduated, you weren’t a straight A student by any means but you did care about your grades, overall you still managed to balance a social life within.

Felix was never the judgmental type, he didn’t care if you brought a lot of friends over or the occasional hook up you’d have, he would just turn a blind eye to most of those things. You didn’t think it’d ever impact the way you both interacted but unfortunately after a while things have started to get a bit awkward between you. He’s been awfully more quiet these days and whenever you two would walk by in passing he could barely even look at you. Any time he did, it was if he’d seen a ghost or something— the way his face went pale from being drained of all color and would immediately hurry back into his room.

You don’t know what’s up with him but the more he’s been treating you this way the more you feel like he doesn’t seem to like you very much anymore. This weekend you plan to have a quick chat with him about everything and to clear up some potential misunderstandings. Little do you know the real reason why he’s been keeping his distance from afar…

God he feels like such a creep for eavesdropping on you having sex with someone else right now.

It wasn’t supposed to end up this way, he simply walked past your door without a second thought but as he came closer he heard what is presumably you moaning out another guy’s name. That’s when it piques his curiosity to listen further, he’s only heard this type of stuff from watching porn but it’s a whole different experience when in real life. He should feel more than embarrassed about doing this, ashamed for invading his roommates privacy in such a horrid way but he doesn’t move. Only continuing to press his ear up against the mahogany door, getting a clearer sound of your wanton moans, feeling something shift.. a familiar throbbing sensation causes the sudden constriction in his pants.

He’s far too gone to even think about stopping at this point, subconsciously dragging his hand further down as he comes in contact with his hardened cock. All he could hear was skin slapping, imagining you bent over the bed while taking it from behind, arching your back as you pant louder for them to go faster and faster. Felix continues to feel himself through the constraints of his clothing but it wasn’t enough for him, it wasn’t enough to alleviate the discomfort down there. So he ends up going back to his room to finish his little fap sesh, ridding himself of everything, t-shirt, sweats, boxers— ready to finish what he accidentally started.

“___, please..” he’d stir in his bed, going to town on his cock as he pumps his hand around it, thinking about you on top of him. “Noona.. m’so close…” he whimpers out desperately, feeling so overly sensitive that his body’s buzzing with pleasure.

Felix was so overwhelmed in his thoughts he barely noticed the precum leaking out and spilling around his small hand, his eyes were completely shut and zoned out in utter bliss. He wishes nothing more than to have you doing this to him instead, wondering what it’s like to have a girl as hot as you jerk his cock for him, he’s never experienced what it’s like but he’d want you to be his first if he ever does. It frustrates him that he can’t have you in the same way those other guys do, they’re more experienced and can please you better than he could.

One thing he knows now is that he’ll never be able to look at you normally again after doing all of this.

Things just couldn’t get any worse for him at this point. He’s now found a pair of your underwear which has mistakenly ended up in his laundry somehow. He didn’t do know what to do … if he tells you it accidentally got mixed in with his stuff then you’ll probably accuse him of stealing them as an excuse. Plus he didn’t want to face the embarrassment of even handing these back to you. It was a really pretty pair too, a red lace thong with black trim and a cute satin bow on the front. He wonders how your ass would look in these panties, secretly getting so jealous of all your hook ups and how they’ve all got to see you naked.

Felix decides the best course of action is to quickly return them in your room before you finish showering. He’ll simply sneak into your room, put them back in your underwear drawer, and he won’t have to think about it again, this was going to be the easiest plan of execution. Boy could he have been any more wrong. He couldn’t find which drawer they were supposed to be in, essentially wasting more and more time trying to find where to stash them. He honestly could’ve hid them anywhere but he was paranoid about that seeming suspicious too. Then he just considers possibly keeping them for himself. Playing with the fabric in his hands as he thinks of the idea to jerk his cock with your underwear wrapped around it. If only you knew the things he wanted you to do to him..

“What’re you doing in my room Lixie?” You question your roommate’s intentions as you walk in from getting out in the shower. You catch him holding something in his hands but quickly stuffs the object away in his pockets.

Fuck he’s totally screwed. There’s no going back from this now.

“Uh- nothing! I was just about to leave actually-” just as he attempts to make a run for it, he turns around and comes face to face with you in just a bath towel.

He’s legitimately gone crazy now, stopping dead in his tracks to gawk at your beauty. You exude high levels of sex appeal without even trying, it’s almost intimidating being in the same room as you. Felix thought you look absolutely gorgeous in your natural state, noticing the fresh water droplets still glistening on your skin and wet strands of hair sticking to your face. He really wants to know what’s underneath that singular layer, sensing another uncomfortable situation down there.

“Don’t be silly Lix, you looked like you were looking for something. What’re you holding?” You continue asking but he refuses to give any solid answers, telling you over and over how it’s “nothing” and he wasn’t lying but something didn’t seem right about his behavior.

You saw he put something in his pocket from earlier, so without a second thought you reach into that same pocket to grab whatever was in there. Everything happened so fast Felix didn’t even have time to process what was going on, mortified when he sees you pulling out a pair of your underwear from his sweatpants.

“Why do you have these?” Your expression was stone cold, you genuinely looked pissed off and it was starting to frighten him. He didn’t think you’d actually be upset about this but now he wishes he had just hid it somewhere randomly.

“It’s not what it looks like ___, you’ve got the wrong idea!”

“No I definitely know what’s going on here. Didn’t ever really take you as the type to be such a perv,” you chuckle at his horrible attempt in making any excuses. Coming closer to him now, placing both palms on his shoulders, you get all the way up to his ear and whisper, “I like perverts though ‘cause I’m one too.”

His face burned a crimson shade, growing flustered at your sudden dirty confession. The only thing he could do was gulp out of nervousness, even more worried if you discover the massive hard on he’s sporting in his pants. A subtle smirk forms onto your lips, debating where you should kiss and mark first but you want to take your time with someone like Felix— he’s too pretty not to. You lightly brush your lips against his neck, as if he’s so fragile and delicate, making him tremble from the sudden cool air you blow against his skin.

Felix felt his heart beating out of his chest, internally panicking at what’s soon to come. It’s not like he didn’t want any of this to happen, he’s just worried out his mind and tends to overthink everything. Those anxious thoughts were soon adjourned with a pair of soft lips against his trembling ones, eyes bulging out from the sudden shock of your actions. He stood there awkwardly for a bit as he’s never kissed someone before, he doesn’t know how he should react but he mimics your movements. You deepen the kiss even further, gently caressing the side of his face into your palm— his body was so stiff it made you feel self conscious about you making the first move. He was kissing you back but it didn’t feel like there was any emotion behind it, everything he’s doing seems so robotic and manufactured. You’re starting to think he may not actually be enjoying this.

“Something wrong?” You cautiously pull away to voice concern, regretting everything if he’s uncomfortable by your advances.

He mentally curses himself, feeling more upset at you thinking you’re the problem. “N-no… you’re perfect. This is perfect, it’s just- I’ve never done it before..” His voice trails off towards the end, embarrassed by his lack of experience.

“You’ve never had sex before?” You blink in confusion, it was seemingly impossible for someone as attractive as Felix to have never had a single sexual encounter in his life. However, you’d be more than happy to change that.

“No.” He shook his head, frowning at his sad revelation that he’s a 23 year old virgin.

“Awee, s’cute. I get to be your first!” You couldn’t help but find that to be so adorable, you haven’t took someone’s virginity since freshman year of college, it excites you all over again.

He’s seemingly surprised by the way you respond, “You’re not put off by that?” Most girls in your position wouldn’t want to deal with someone like him. He needs to be trained, taught exactly how to please a woman the way she needs to— which you’re more than capable of doing.

“No, why would I be?” It’s not everyday you hear a guy as handsome as Felix say that they’re a virgin, it intrigues you in some capacity. You want him to become your cute little plaything, someone only you can corrupt exactly the way you want.

“So you’ve never pleasured another girl before? Like not even fingering?” You delve deeper with more questions, wanting to know everything he’s done or hasn’t.

He shook his head yet again, “no, I’ve never done anything.”

This was unlike anything you’ve seen before, at least the other guys you knew who were virgins had actually done a few other things but this was new for you. The fact he was able to confide in you with something so personal made you want to be his first so badly. Maybe this was perfect— you were way more experienced than him so you can show him the ropes, how it’s really done. You express to him that it’s okay he was inexperienced, it’s nothing to be ashamed of and he’s in good hands now.

“What if I don’t do it right?” Felix looks so worried, his adam’s apple bobbed each time he nervously swallowed.

“You won’t because I’m here,” you reassure him by placing an affectionate hand on his shoulder, flashing a warm smile. “I’ll show you how to, don’t be shy it’s fine baby. Just lye back on the bed and I’ll take care of you pretty.”

He did everything he was told, all instructed by you. Lying down on the bed with his back against your pink silk pillow, the black tee he wore slightly rode up, causing you to get a glimpse of his tummy. It was too cute not to touch, your nimble fingers travel up his waist to raise his shirt higher, feeling up his lower body.

Felix felt so powerless as you hover over his frame, both your legs on either side of his, enclosing him in such a tight space. Taking slow, deep exhales, he grows more tense as you slide your hands north, it’s a whole new sensation he’s never felt before. His breath hitched at you suddenly coming in contact with his nipple, brushing over it ever so slightly to elicit a subtle reaction. You love how sensitive he’s become to any minor touch you provide, feeling your arousal leak further down to your thighs as you think of turning him into your personal slut.

“Should I take this off?” You suddenly propose an idea, referring to the bath towel that was hanging on you by a thread. It was seemingly already coming undone as you didn’t tie the front properly, he was able to get a good view of your chest peaking out at the top.

“Mhmm..” Felix hums in sexual frustration, unable to get a clear word or sentence out in any possible way.

You oblige, biting your lip seductively at him as you reach to untie the loose knot, slowly prying the towel off your body that’s now completely dry. “Let’s start off with something easy,” you carefully suggest, traveling your hands down to the band of his gray joggers, lightly tugging them down to reveal his boxer briefs.

The tiny, blond, freckled boy is staring up at you with his big bambi eyes, he can’t believe there’s a naked girl on top of him while he’s still partially fully clothed. All the blood surges to his cock, making him so painfully hard he’s never been so desperate for someone to touch him in his life. Hips bucking into nothing as he humps the air for any stimulation, you couldn’t prevent the giggle that escaped your mouth. Finding him to be so utterly pathetic.

You lean in to kiss him again, never quite getting enough of the yummy taste of him. Tracing your index finger over the outline of his bulge, you feel him pulse underneath as you keep teasing him with more light touches. He could feel you smiling into the kiss, biting down on his lower lip as your free hand gets tangled in his platinum locks. You eventually sprung his cock freely out the constraints of his briefs, watching it stick straight up from being so unbelievably hard. His cock was gorgeous, about 6 inches in length and 2.5” thick, his tip was an angry, ruby red but the rest a blush pink color. Your fingers laced around his shaft, getting closer to spit directly on it before giving him a few moderate pumps. Felix threw his head back slightly, gripping the bedsheets in utmost pleasure, whimpering loudly as he ruts his hips to match the movements of your hand. Unable to hold back from just how good you’re making him feel he calls your name out again and again. His deep voice only gets raspier, a beautifully stark contrast to his angelic face being stuck in euphoria. As your pace increases he only gets more vocal, panting heavily while begging to cum as his jaw slacks wide open. Flashes of white invade his vision, everything around him becomes to fade into a blur. That’s when it all gets abruptly ripped away from him, soon as your hand withdraws his cock he opens his eyes again. His lips quivered in devastation, feeling as though he could cry from this.

“W-why’d you stop?” He whines out of frustration, wanting so badly to cum all over your hand.

The sight of him made you so incredibly turned on. Obsessed with the mess you’ve created so far, his flushed, rosy cheeks with drool seeping down his chin, his precum has leaked out everywhere.

You don’t answer, only chuckling at his misery. It’s fun to play with him, see how far you can push him in getting to do whatever you want.

“Want me to suck your cock, hmm? Say pretty please and I’ll make you feel so good.” Never breaking eye contact as you say it, getting off on the fact you have all the control and he’s totally helpless in your hold.

Felix is reluctant to speak at first, but he chokes up the courage to stutter out a plea, “P-pretty please.. Noona please...” lifting his hips just to feel something— you aggressively force them back down with your hand.

A devilish smirk forms across your face, you didn’t know he was the type to call you that. You want to reward him even more but only if he can be good and does everything exactly your way.

“Don’t cum ‘til I say you can. Got it?” You flash a look that’s anything but merciful, getting a rush from this dominant role you happen to take on surprisingly well.

He nods obediently, understanding what the consequences may be if he doesn’t listen. He wants to try his best to please you in any way he can, it’s the least he can do when you’re the one doing most of the work.

Wrapping your lips around his tip, you feel him twitch instantly inside your mouth, opening just a bit to swirl your tongue along his member. His cock feels slightly sore from being edged once before, gasping when he feels the plushness of your lips on him. Sinking further down, you fully take his length in your mouth now, head bobbing up and down to get the entirety of his cock down your throat. Felix couldn’t move, think, let alone breathe properly— he’s so far gone that the only thing consuming his mind is you.

“Like getting your cock sucked baby?” You coo, bringing your hand to gently caress his balls, making him cry out even more.

He only frantically nods in response, too weak and too lost in the feeling to speak, “Mmm…” he mumbles, he’s so close but he can’t cum, he has to resist the urge but it’s so difficult. There’s no way he’s going to be able to keep this up for much longer.

“Use your words Lixie,” suddenly pulling away from his balls, “or else I’m going to stop again.”

He’s back to being whiny again, not wanting to be edged so cruelly like last time, he finally chokes out a reply, “Y-yes.. I love it.”

You really love the way he sounds, you could listen to him like this all day. Back to what you were doing previously, your mouth completely takes him in, lashes fluttering up at him while you’re doing the most unholy act there is. His brain goes fuzzy as he can’t get over how amazing this feels, broken moans escaping his throat from the warmth of your tongue enveloping his cock. Humming around him in response to his constant throbbing, Felix hisses from the vibrations throughout his body. He’s trembling with so many nerves hitting all once, it’s all so new to him; this might just be the most intense feeling he’s ever had.

“Nggh… gonna cum- can’t hold it anymore..” he meekly warns, tears roll down his face as it begins to be too much for him to bear.

You decide to let him this time, feeling a little sense of sympathy for a cutie pie like him. There’s always next time you can edge him and break him down until he babbles and cries even harder. Your core aches just thinking about all the fantasies you’ll bring to life soon, it’ll never be a boring day from now on.

“Go ahead baby, cum in my mouth,” you urge him to finish by going faster, sucking him off like your life depends on it.

He can feel the coil in his stomach tightening, pushing him to the edge as he’s thrashing around the bed, moaning and crying out all types of profanities. The last words he spoke before he came was pure gibberish, too busy focusing on his release shooting out— he lulls his head back into the pillow from exhaustion. He doesn’t think he’s ever came that hard in his entire life. His eyes rolled back as you greedily swallow his cum, still continuing to suck like he wasn’t mewling for you to stop. More of his load comes out as you keep going, milking every last drop of him until he’s all drained out and empty.

Finally letting go of his cock, you pull away as you make a loud ‘pop’ with your mouth, a thin string of saliva still connecting you to his crotch.

“You did so good for me Lixie,” you praise sweetly, coming up to kiss his pouty lips after you’d just sucked him dry. He kisses back immediately, getting a taste of his release on your tongue, “c’mere puppy,” you motion him to come along once you pull away.

He’s not sure what you have in mind but he follows anyway, blindly letting you boss him around at this point. Felix enjoys every second of it though, you may have unlocked something he never knew he needed.

Your hands run over his shoulders, “How ‘bout we run you a bath, yeah?” Your voice is as low and gentle as a whisper, sounding as though you didn’t just do those unspeakable things minutes ago. He’s more at ease you’ve turned into a sweeter, more compassionate version of yourself now, “I think my precious baby deserves it.”

- 完 ︎♡︎

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Goodbye to Hello | jjk

Pairing: badboy!jeongguk x female!reader

Word Count: 25,102

Genre: fluff, lots of smut oops, mega-angst, strangers to lovers!au, fuckboy/fuckgirl!au

Warning(s): profanity, infidelity, mega-angst (im sorry), mention of alcohol, smoking, smut, unprotected sex, oral (m + f receiving), slight m!dom, nipple play, hand job, dirty talk, ice play, ass grabbing, mention of a sex toy, squirting, hobi is a bad boy in this too, multiple orgasms, smutty kissing, reader may or may not have accidentally become a fuckgirl in this story sorry not sorry; Rated: 18+

Credit to: @yoonoclock for making such an incredible cover for this story that has taken me two long years to write. It’s finally where I need it to be and thank you so much Monnie for using your talent to create a banner that truly embodies the story.

Taglist: thank you so much for your patience with me! @ggukkieland @thisartemisnevermisses @moonchild1 @familiarlikemymirror3 @gukniverse​

Summary: After a devastating break up, you immediately move in with your sister, leaving behind the country life to relearn the ups and downs of the city. Adopting a cat and gaining a new job at a retail store part time, life seems to gradually bring happiness and healing, but you did not expect for it to become even more interesting when you stumble upon the enticing yet alluring tattoo artist, Jeon Jeongguk. Will this be an adventure of a lifetime? Or will hello always lead to goodbye?

Golden specks twinkle sporadically like fairy dust creating a shimmering tint to the air that collects the attention of any individual trailing the pavement. Pollen. The groovy excitement of a stuffy nose and mildly itchy eyes sounds stellar compared to how you could be feeling. Sniffling roughly, you squeeze your eyes shut momentarily to relieve what little of the itch that you can and trotting up the steps to your realm of refuge, you can hardly stand the excitement of bundling into the arms of your boyfriend, Jung Hoseok, and relaying how lovely it is to wipe your nose every five minutes. Maybe even ask if you can borrow the sleeve of his sweatshirt as a tissue. Pause. Maybe not.

Entering the rental home, you hadn’t noticed how eerily quiet it seemed, not right away; especially when you are so used to hearing the raging shots of a video game mingled with the yelling profanity between Hoseok and his best friend Kim Namjoon who bicker over headsets about wins that neither of them were really close to. But, let the males believe, they indeed, almost triumphed. Settling your handbag onto the dining table, you tilt your head in confusion. Is Hobi sick today? Where is he?

The floors creak beneath your tennis shoes while you observe the kitchen. That’s funny. The dishes are cleaned and put away, and not one stray of lint is seen upon the countertop- Hoseok has always been clean as well as you, but he never went over the top unless he had company over, and by company you mean his mother. Thoughts drift to the possibility of him wanting to surprise you for whatever the case may be, and your heart flutters at the mere inkling while a smirk graces your lips. How thoughtful, you feel gushy at his consideration of you, and your steps follow the direction of your bedroom.

It is then that your life spirals in a cluster of emotions that you will never forget; sparks dancing in your vision while your chest tightens intensely in response to the sounds you hear echoing beyond the door. No. You want to scream, but your throat constricts, not producing any verbalization no matter how much your brain signals. This can’t be real. Please don’t let this be real. The moans persist. The mystery female is eagerly gasping his name over and over while your heart shudders at the pain severing every vein within your frame. A tear falls panging the floor- your body is so tense, you shiver through the anxiety, and you know deep down that confronting him will hurt even worse than if you were to take the high road and walk away.

Wiping the dampness from your eyes, you spin to compile your things as in your handbag that contains your wallet, car key, and cellphone, and you march outside, slamming the front door behind you to shed some of the anger boiling in your system; you could care less if he heard your grand exit or not for you blocked his number before you settled into your car. You may be able to run from him, but you cannot run from the excruciating pain erupting beneath your chest nor the cycle of questions that refuse to stop spinning because why? After three years together, why would he betray you like this?

The front door flings open. Hoseok runs onto the porch in pure panic, hair disheveled, only in boxers, mouth gaping open as his widened eyes search until they lock with yours. But it’s too late. You are already safe within your car. Even when you notice the slim figure of a woman in one of his t-shirts, you do not move your gaze. You let the stare down with your boyfriend linger enough to rest your case. The second he starts rushing down the porch steps in a way to catch up to you for whatever meaningless apologies- meaningless explanations that will pour from his mouth- is when you reverse onto the road.

Behind the steering wheel with no destination in mind, you come up with the only solution you find reasonable, and you make your way to the city with the intention of starting over, even if it means it destroys you.

-

A queue of ants scurry along the lining of the windowsill where the sun tinges the glass against your knuckles. Shrivel sounds of the granola bar wrapper fills the silence of the kitchen while you gulp the final bite of your snack. Sometimes when your hands feel cold, you leave it to the sun to indulge your skin with warmth before trekking to your room, but instead, the growling of your stomach and the distraction of observing the insects seems to help with the boredom. Dread happens to consume the depths of your chest at the subtle reminder of returning to work in the morning; Sundays always bring the feeling of woe because it is the end of relaxation before continuing the week of being overwhelmed. But you figure adulting is worth it in some ways, and as everyone else, you must work to provide and live.

The chirp of your cat, Kenai, alerts your attention, him pouncing onto the counter to rub his head along your free wrist. “If you’re hungry, just say so,” you coo sarcastically, knowing he is due for his dinner in a few minutes. He will be a year old soon, his yellow eyes squinting as he rubs his head against your palm before arching his back once you run your hand to the end of his tail. Your eyes flit back to the ants darting in search of whatever they need, and inwardly, you are uncertain how your sister, Monnie would feel about the bugs, but you always found them fascinating.

Jumping off the counter, Kenai excitingly follows suit, twirling against your legs as you saunter to the pantry to retrieve his food. You have officially lived with your sister for a year now, and adopting Kenai was one of the best decisions you have ever made besides moving to the city. It is as if you disappeared from the prior life that you once lived and you like it just that way. Kenai temporarily ditches you for his food, and you stroll off to the living room where the scenery of a huge, flat screen television shows your reflection on the empty screen.

Monnie happens to be a successful artist who fell in love with another known artist by the name of Min Yoongi. Together they have won the world with their talent, and you could not have asked for a better couple to be in your life. If there is a true definition of love, it is how Yoongi gazes at your sister- because she is the only woman in the world, he will do anything and everything for. Jokingly, you always tell the pair that you are just going to stick with your cat, but the sadness that etches within Monnie’s eyes reveals that she hopes you will find a good man of your own. She is aware of why you abruptly returned to the place you were birthed, and she is aware that you refuse to speak of it even if it is pent up to the brim of imploding.

When you met your ex, it was in a park of all places. Not high school, not college, not through a family member or a friend: a park. It was a romantic way to begin even though you will never admit it now, but it started so naturally. So simple. You were reading a book while he was creating one. The way you were poised apparently sparked an idea for a story he openly confessed later on in the courtship. He described the scenery around you and how enwrapped in the book you were as something meant to be written for others to discover. How he could imagine a story just from the vision you had no idea you were forming for him.

You fell for him fast. Hard. He was your first everything aside from kissing and as time went by, you agreed to move in with him. You never expected what was going to happen in the future. You never anticipated such excruciating pain from the betrayal, nor did you notice any signs leading up to it. He’s tried contacting you from other phone numbers, but after four months apart, he seemed to have given up. But, because the pain is still so raw, you can’t bear to face him. You will crumple like a piece of paper in his presence if you were to ever see him again. For now, you do all you can to just avoid the situation as much as possible. Besides, he has her now. Whoever she may be.

Alas, what does it matter? It is not like he is able to reach out to you anyways for he is blocked on every and any social media site you can think of, and thankfully your name was not on the lease nor was your name hooked to anything involving your ex, so it will be fine. Or so you tell yourself repeatedly until you lose track of the thought. But that uneasy feeling creeps back up and instead of reaching for the remote, you decide maybe a walk around the city will be better. Monnie isn’t due home until later and you are assuming Yoongi will be tagging along, so why not pass the time by exploring?

Loneliness seeps in the gallows of your heart while you rush through the app for a driver. There is not a specific destination you prefer over another, so you pick a store at random around fifteen minutes away. With the money your sister has, she doesn’t expect you to pay for anything, all she cares about is your happiness though you refuse to not work; for now, you have a part time retail job whilst figuring out a career path that will become your future in the long term.

One thing you will say, is you have not missed driving in the city, hence the reasoning of you summoning a chauffeur. Traffic isn’t your favorite as commonly pronounced by anybody, and with how overwhelming your brain can feel, you prefer to be able to drift into the zone out rather than pay attention. Gripping the strap of your bag, you eagerly watch the road while cars pass by letting the heat of the breeze sweep through your hair. When the signal of your phone alerts you that your driver is close by, you aim your focus in the direction of a slowing vehicle, stunned by the countenance of a sharp jawline and rainbow colors dyed into bleach blonde strands.

The beauty you are about to behold is way out of your comfort zone, nor have you felt this attracted to an individual since your heart was obliterated a year ago. “Hi-hi,” you stutter once you enter the passenger side, the driver nods once with a smirk in tow, his button up snug to his frame, an earring dangling from his right ear.

“I’m Jimin,” he introduces, “Location still the bookstore in the city?”

“Yes please,” you are shocked you sound audible, but you return a timid smile while shoving some loose hair behind your reddening ear. The clean scent of lemon breaches past your nostrils while you try to maintain your composure, “I’m y/n, nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” soft music plays in the background, yet the only sense you tune into is the pounding in your temples. Pull yourself together, he is just a guy who drives a car, who will safely take you to the bookstore, no biggie, you will survive, there are more important things to- “So, as a fellow book lover, I must ask, what is your favorite story?”

Oof. Conversation to minimize the awkward way your shoulders tense at the mere thought of looking over at him, you rummage through the possible answers, struggling to gather your words in a timely manner. “Very hard question,” you gulp, “It’s like asking to choose your favorite song or movie. Too many stories to explore,”

“And never a time you will run out of adventure,”

Eyebrows shoot up in response, “Right,” you smile, “Sounds like you love a good adventure,”

“I will neither confirm nor deny,” a soft chuckle escapes past his plump lips while he keeps his gaze ahead on the traffic. “Have you resided here long?” Shifting nervously in your seat, you watch the buildings of the city closely in a way to avoid Jimin’s gaze without obviously melting.

“Only a year, made a split decision to move in with my sister. You?”

Jimin flits his stare for only a moment, “For a long while. My best friend and I are opening a bar not far from the bookstore, you should come sometime. Invite anyone and everyone you want.”

“I love me a good drink,” bravery enters your frame while you briefly scan the smooth skin of Jimin’s face. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Taehyung has a lot of success in his business, and this will be his fourth opening so celebration is a must. He has a lot of sponsors and connections, the main being Kim Seokjin,”

Gasping, you immediately turn to him, “You mean the actor Kim Seokjin? You’re kidding!”

Laughing, Jimin’s smile stretches to show pearly white teeth, “I will allow you to punch me if I am,”

Deep down you try to suppress the memory of your ex-boyfriend who had written a script in preparation to be read for a potential movie, one that would, in hopes, hire Kim Seokjin as the lead. Hoseok is talented in the writing department and had dreams of becoming a successful author, but you gladly dismiss the memory when Jimin pulls to park for you to exit.

“Here,” swiftly he pulls out a business card handing it to you with a friendly grin, “The opening is in a few weeks, will I see you there?”

“One hundred percent,” clutching the card in your hand, you wave before shutting the door, turning to face the bookstore to hide the fact you would prefer to stare at Jimin whose face will haunt you for the time being. For fucks sake, I need to get laid. As you desperately insert the card into your wallet, you pause. Nay! Male specimens suck, they all suck, my mother said the purpose of a male is to produce a child that I clearly am not ready to birth from the womb that is my pretty pink uterus. That bleeds. Monthly. Because I am not housing a fetus I- Ew. Maybe you’d rather be an aunt. Or have an ovariohysterectomy. Maybe your uterus would like to be taken out of the equation in general.

And now I need a coffee…. Shit.

Since when have you been this intimidated by a good-looking man? And when have you found any of your sporadic conscious entertaining? Therefore, you passionately believe in keeping your mouth shut when you’re on a tangent because humiliation is not in your vocabulary. Or… Is it? Also, you hate admitting how long it has been since you have even been kissed, much less caressed lovingly until you fell asleep. Is moving on from heartbreak too much to ask for? The heat of Hoseok’s kisses trailing your neck were enough to make you come undone, but his betrayal outweighs the good times- good times that evidently weren’t enough for him. Huffing in congruent with the squeezing of your shutting eyes, you step along the semi-crowded sidewalk where people mind their business enough to leave you alone. Your hand must have pressed against your stomach for a bit because you can still feel the presence of the touch before you subconsciously removed your palm.

The bookstore is a popular joint in your opinion. It stands four stories high with the fourth floor having a garden center where people can read and smell the perfumes of flowers in peace. Unfortunately, you are not in the best mood for getting lost in the lines of a tale considering you were too busy thinking about your erm, lady possessions, so you tread what you hope will be enough distraction until you feel satisfied enough to go home. It’s funny the curveballs life will throw at you especially when twists and turns decide to expose themselves in the unexpected ways everyone wishes will not happen unless it gleams nothing but happiness. Sadly, for some, the hits of negativity must spark lessons before one reaches the promise land, so when you make a turn into the alley way leading to a popular coffee shop, you do not anticipate the way your life is going to change. Nor do you fathom the string of events that are about to follow when you stumble upon a leathered frame, sucking in a puff of a cigarette while he flicks at his eyebrow shimmering with a piercing, leaning against the wall where he swallows roughly. Undercut freshly done, his nostrils release the smoke in what seems to be slow motion while you halt in place.

Holy shit.

Tattoos ornament the entirety of his knuckles and wrist alluding to the beginning of a sleeve that’s covered by the thick material of his jacket. For all you know, he may not be one to approach, yet the tug of your heart is so strong, you try with all your might to make the executive decision to return to the bookstore, but alas, it is too late. Brown irises glance to your frozen figure right when he takes another drag of the cigarette, lifting an eyebrow in evident interest while your jaw drops unintentionally. “I’m-I’m sorry,” you bow in tiny, “I didn’t see you there.” Cringing, you know damn well that you saw him, and he sees right through your little white lie.

“You’re fine,” he replies, studying your expression, tossing the cigarette to the ground to muffle it, “Not the best place for me to smoke, but it’s the least populated area,”

At a loss for words, you nod in response, the guy barely pushing off the wall to stand straighter, the smell of the cigarette lingering. “Well, I guess I’ll be going.” You say under your breath, walking with a mission toward the coffee shop to catch your breath. How in the world can somebody be that attractive? First Jimin, now this guy? Why hadn’t you moved to the city earlier? Uterus, it is not time to ovulate! It is not the time! The ding of the bell alerts your arrival to the staff, and you contemplate your order deciding to try a new flavor of coffee. Surprisingly, it is not nearly as busy as it typically is, so once you retrieve your order and pay, you search for a secluded table to descend into for some form of solitude. And, to recover from the interaction with the guy from the alley. You have never smoked a day in your life, but he made it seem so tempting, which in your case is nowhere near normal, so you shake the strange attraction from your mind as best as you can.

Sipping the hot liquid frequently, your sister has always teased that you delight in drinking coffee in the evenings, but it is your comfort go to especially when you need something to do, or to feel relaxed. The bell of the door echoes prompting the immediate noticing of whoever the customer is that entered. Swallowing abruptly, your heart leaps at the sight of the guy you literally saw fifteen minutes ago in the alley. A creeping blush spreads along your chest soon touching your cheeks to the point you wish you could hide. In a way, you attempt, sinking a smidge in your seat wondering if that will prevent him from noticing your presence.

Nice try.

Between the minimal number of customers and the efficiency of the employees, a tattooed hand linked to a coffee cup slides into the seat across from you, tilting his head curiously when you toss your sight to bask in the glory of his profound attraction. You are in so much trouble. “Hi, again,” you murmur, crossing your arms over your chest to hide the quivering of your cold fingers, and to tame the flipping of your ovaries. “Did I scare you enough to make you confront me?”

Smirking a breathy laugh, he takes a swig of his coffee, “I’m not scared of anything.”

“If not fear, what brings you to my table?”

Wetting his bottom lip, you are proud of your feigned courage, but you genuinely are shocked by his sudden presence. Did you leave an inadvertent impression? Quirking an eyebrow, a small smile remains on his lips, “A confession.”

“If it’s sweet talk, I’ll pass.”

Leaning forward to perch his elbows on the table, he folds his hands showing the tattoos you inwardly reveled in earlier, his head poises to the side while he presses his knuckles to his chin casually. “Bold of you to assume I was here to compliment you.”

“Ouch.” You deadpan. “But then again, my mother’s compliments are all that matter to me. Anything you say is irrelevant.”

“Oh,” gradually laying his intertwined fingers onto the table, he challenges with a stare that can make any human being melt into the wooden floor. Fuck. “Then I guess telling you that your shirt is inside out isn’t going to change anything.”

Gasping, your palms fly to your chest where you instantaneously look to see the lines of your t-shirt that clearly expose the fact that you indeed left the house with your shirt on wrong. It is not as embarrassing as one may think, but you were unaware of the food stain dazzling along the side of your boob. Which in this case, makes you blush harder knowing that his eyes may be lingering in an area where no man is welcome currently. But why do you lowkey indulge in the idea of him taking a moment to sweep you up and down? Get a fucking grip, y/n.

“Well,” you sporadically move to position yourself in the seat where the point out will no longer be as obvious, “I appreciate how observant you are, but at least it’s not the worst thing to discover. In public.”

Chuckling under his breath, he shrugs, “I agree. Just figured I’d inform you, otherwise, my intentions are pure.”

Scoffing, you cross your arms again, remaining comfortable in your chair, “That’s not suspicious at all.”

“If I wanted anything, I would have asked already.” He murmurs, “And I always get what I want.”

“Fearless and greedy,” you are vastly grateful that the uterus doesn’t make noises when it’s craving to house an infant, especially with a man as ballsy and gorgeous as the one before you. And why the hell are you even thinking of children at a time like this? Any other male specimen would have made this conversation creepy, but this guy is so alluring that it doesn’t seem to bother you in the least. “What’s your name, Cigs?”

He chokes mid-sip, “That’s a new one.”

“What’s the norm?”

“Do you really wanna know?”

“Not if it’s sexual.”

“Oooo, then I’ll never tell.”

“Pure, my ass.”

“I never said I was pure, milady, I said my intentions with you were pure.”

Eyeing him questionably, you stifle a jeer, “Not sure if that’s an insult, but I’ll take it.”

Smiling enough to where a glimpse of his teeth is seen, he reaches a hand forward, “I’m Jeongguk.”

“I’m y/n.” Kindly, you take his hand returning the greeting with a grin.

“And I find you extremely striking. I mean that with all sincerity.” Gently, he presses a warm kiss to the back of your knuckles before releasing your clammy hand. “Now go fix your shirt before my OCD destroys me.”

Groaning, your mind wants to focus on the sensation from his lips on your skin, but instead, in mild humiliation, you shake your head kiddingly while you mosey to the restroom. Remembering to bring your purse, you hadn’t realized you left your phone behind on the table next to your drink. Returning, you’re shocked to see that he’s left; your phone and coffee appear untouched, yet you feel the sting of disappointment for you enjoyed the bickering even though some may find it strange. It has been a while since you have been in proximity with a man of such nature, especially one whose features leave an imprint on every crevice of your brain.

The ride home holds nothing but thoughts of the lad who mysteriously approached you at your favorite coffee spot, mostly questions of wonderment of who he is. Jeongguk, sure, but what is his story? Shoving the thought past your mind, you enter your room once you arrive home and feed your cat, slipping into your pajamas and collapsing onto your bed releasing a long sigh. Slamming your palms to your face, the keen chirp of Kenai sounds as he pounces onto the bed, rubbing his head against your cheek until you split your fingers to peer at your cat lovingly. “You have already eaten, you brute. Let me simmer in sadness please.”

Eventually you give in, petting him before you find your eyelids heavily craving slumber. It is the next day when you awaken to sunshine pouring through the blinds casting dancing shadows upon your bedspread. Kenai’s fur tickles your cheek where he has cuddled cozily to you, which is the usual with your cat, and gazing fondly at your furry friend, you blindly pat your desk to grasp your phone to sneak a Snapchat. “Don’t you move, KiKi.” Angling the phone, you take a photo, posting to your story to show off how precious your animal is. You were so lucky when you found your cat. After the devastating blow to the chest a year prior, the first thing you did was visit a shelter not far from Monnie’s house in search of the first animal to win your heart.

In all honesty, they all did, but one look at the small fluff puff, pressing his paws against the glass, meowing for you to notice him was all it took. He purred the moment your hands wrapped around his small body, his cold nose sniffing along your face that was stained with tears. He was the little superhero besides your sister that you needed to find some form of healing. Kenai hasn’t left your side, and he refuses to. You never knew a cat could love you so much, even on the nights you wake up with him sprawled across your trachea. His love may be smothering, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Kissing the side of his head, his sleepy eyes remain out the window where birds zip past to distract him. Throwing the covers off you, the number one thing you do is brush your teeth, changing into your work clothes, and tying your hair up out of your vision. Kenai eventually follows you with all the hopes of getting his breakfast which you prepare, and before shuffling into your tennis shoes, you check your phone where your eyes enlarge to the rising beat of your heart.

Jeongguk is typing….

“What the hell?” You mouth. The guy from yesterday added you on Snapchat? How? The only thing you can think is your phone happened to be unlocked unless he was able to open the picture app to scan his Snapchat code. Either way, you are not wanting to admit how pleasantly surprised you are, and when the familiar tone of the Snapchat alerts his official message, you hold yourself back from replying to him too quickly.

It's an exuberantly strange feeling, how giddy one can become all because of a mere message of someone where their interest lies. And the nervous tingles at the bottom of your stomach ignite as you ponder every and any scenario involving the mysterious lad. You have yet to reply, nor do you have any clue what to expect, but you deeply hold nothing but genuine curiosity of how this may play out. Will he be interested in you? Are you ready for someone to be interested in you? That may be the more accurate question. Hoseok hurt you beyond words, but will Jeongguk do the same if you do end up finding him enchanting? What if he doesn’t think you are enough? With all the women in the world, it seems that you can’t hold a guy down enough to seem worth it. Stop it. Wincing, you grit your teeth knowing the negativity needs to end now. Of course, you are enough. You have always been enough, and nobody should make you doubt otherwise. “Anyone who doesn’t see the good in you is at a loss. You are literally the epitome of kindness,” Monnie’s words repeat in your head, uplifting you enough to focus your mind on other matters. Like, preparing your brain cells for the workday ahead.

Finicking with your uniformed red vest, you greet a fellow coworker with a smile, “Good morning, LenLen! Is it five o’clock yet?”

Giggling, LenLen’s face lights up at your question as she finishes folding a pair of jeans to set upon a display. “It is somewhere.”

“Good point,” walking the isles of the store to tidy up the shelves, you can’t help but wonder if it has been long enough since Jeongguk messaged you. Giving it another ten minutes to ensure the coast is clear of customers, you sneak into the breakroom, unlocking your phone to see what he said. You are appalled at yourself for being so consumed in the fact that a guy you just met has taken time out of his day to reach out to you and you wish you could maintain your cool.

‘Dude, your cat looks just like my hellion, Flounder.’

Smiling at what you have read, you click to save the message, so you don’t forget what is being talked about once you exit the snapchat, and you are nearly losing your mind when Jeongguk’s Bitmoji appears a few seconds after you start typing. Uncertain of what else to say, you respond with, ‘Prove it.’ GAH! You grimace, that’s what you have to say? Prove it? Beating yourself up, you forget to breathe the moment the red icon shows that Jeongguk has sent a picture of what you are assuming is his cat. Opening it with the click of your thumb, you are amazed how identical Flounder and Kenai are even considering they could be potential siblings, what a small world right? ‘First off, LOVE the name’, you reply, also realizing you are blushing because also within the picture, a side profile of Jeongguk shows that he is smiling.

Knowing you will have to return to the floor soon, you decide to let Jeongguk send at least one more message before you have to be a responsible adult. ‘Right? It was either Sushi, Tuna, or Sardine, but I thought Flounder would be more fitting and unique. Tetra is my other cat and she’s the worst about stealing my food.’

‘Sounds like Kenai can finally make some friends! And attempt to steal a morsel alongside.’

Typing out the message, you hesitate to send, but with the shared love of felines you honestly feel as though Jeongguk will not overanalyze your reply. Anxious for lunch break, you handle the hours with ease, conversing with LenLen from time to time to figure out who has done what on the chores list. LenLen speaks of a guy that she met recently, with a square jawline and hair as curly as a bowl of ramen noodles, yet his bright smile is what drew her to him. You talk of how happy you are for her and hope for the best, chickening out to tell her about Jeongguk, especially with it being, in your opinion, extremely too soon to mention.

Retrieving your food, you hide away in the breakroom where your eyes immediately glue to your cellular device anticipating whatever Jeongguk has said. ‘Hell yeah, my babies would love that, they do very well with other animals, surprisingly. Hey, sorry I left so soon yesterday, something came up.’

‘It takes a bit for Kenai to warm up, but he will adapt just fine. All he cares about is his stomach being full. No need to apologize, I totally get it.’ Eyebrows furrowed; you can’t help the wonder of what made him leave so soon. Also, you are not one to press further, if he wants to explain himself then he will. Otherwise, you hope that everything is okay with him.

It has only been a few days when you enter the coffee shop again, making it obvious that it indeed is your favorite, and you are shocked the employees don’t know you by name yet. Or so you assume. It is when you see Jeongguk taking a sip of his drink searching for an empty table, your heart leaps as if on cue. You are starting to assume that maybe he is a recent frequenter of this same coffee shop too. Why else have you seen him twice in the span of a few days? You’ve never noticed him here before this week, so now you wonder if he recently moved to the city. His leather jacket hugs his frame as his hair is styled to his liking. You hardly notice the way your mouth waters instinctively and you snap back into focus when you are next in line.

Pretending you didn’t notice Jeongguk, you decide to find a seat a short distance away just in case by some chance he acknowledges you. With coffee in hand, you pick a spot and not even sixty seconds later, you hear the familiar click notification of someone typing on Snapchat. Jittery, which you wish wasn’t so obvious, you carefully reach for your phone seeing: Jeongguk is typing… lighting the screen. Without thinking, you immediately lift your gaze to see him staring at you, a mischievous smirk gracing his pink lips.

Just for his delight, you play along spinning some storybook thought that you two are forbidden lovers hiding from the community by texting instead of speaking to one another in person. Get a grip, y/n, you scold yourself mentally. Opening the message, it reads: may I join you in coffee matrimony?

Shaking your head along with a breathy laugh to his cheesy statement, you respond with a pun, only if you keep me brewing, Tatts!

The creak of his chair echoes as he slides it back. Shyly, you hold his stare, watching him and his thick boots walk to settle into the chair across from you. “Clever,” he muses, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. Strands of his hair fall at the outer corners of his eyes, and you breathe in the faint scent of his cologne. This time, you do not get a whiff of any cigarettes, so you question if he’s even had one today. “If you’re not careful,” he deliberates, “I might have to show you what it’s like to get creamed.”

“Hm.” Arching an eyebrow, you catch on to his game, and if he wasn’t so damn alluring, you wouldn’t even give this conversation another thought with anybody else, “You better hope it tastes as sweet as sugar.” He doesn’t expect you to say that. He may have had women fall hopelessly at his feet, and as much as you feel you might be the next one, you definitely aren’t going to show it. Not right now.

“I hear that the ladies like it steamy.”

“Or iced,” you shrug nonchalantly. Ice play has always been a curiosity of yours, but he doesn’t have to know that. When he doesn’t seem to come up with another pun, you chew the corner of your lip before you lean onto the table yourself, inching as close as you can that the table between you two will allow. “Tell me, Boots, how is it… that a guy with this tough exterior can be so delicately precious about his cats?”

He gestures with his hands. “What can I say? I have to set a good example.”

You harrumph humorously. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He feigns surprise. “You think I am incapable of being a good role model to my children?”

“Oh please. All you have to do is keep their food bowls filled to the brim and you’ve already won dad of the year.”

Jeongguk winks, bringing his hands together to interlace his fingers reminding you of the tattoos you wish you can visualize more. “Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” he smirks.

You have a hard time breaking his gaze, but you clear your throat when it lingers a bit too long. “Anyways,” you attempt to change the subject, “I hope all is well.” You’re really hinting about why he left so suddenly the last time but knowing men do not always pick up on hints, you know you will accept whether he gets what you mean or not.

“Seeing that you put your clothes on right today, my OCD hasn’t been triggered.”

“Happy to see I’ve made a difference in your life.” You playfully sneer.

“It’s the little things that count.”

You feel your uterus squeeze. How the fuck is he so damn attractive for? “I’ll keep that in mind every time I dress.” You say it too quickly without thinking, your cheeks glimmering blood red. He quirks an eyebrow tauntingly.

“I can always help.”

“Nice try, Cigs.”

Except… You want him to try. That itching desire travels through your chest, and you wonder maybe… just maybe, you can get his help. Not necessarily with getting dressed because you swear you are competent to do so, but… maybe he can cure the curse of loneliness, even if it’s just for the moment. You want to deny that you hope it will be much more than just this moment. You can’t explain any of this. Are you trying to impress him?

Uncrossing your ankles underneath the table, you do slide your feet forward taking the tip of your boot to tickle up his leg and you can’t help the smirk that graces your lips when he sucks in a hiss. There’s a tad bit of space on the chair where you place your boot, gracefully taking your other foot to nestle on the other side of his hips. You don’t know what is taking over you, but it’s divine, and now you can’t stop yourself especially with his eyes tempting for you to continue. “I’m gonna need help with more than-”

“How’s it going?”

You jolt, boots slamming to the ground when your wide eyes shoot to see a smiling employee who clearly is going from table to table to check on customers. Stammering, you lick your lips while Jeongguk tries not to laugh in response to your sudden shock. “Goo-good!” You plaster a wide smile while the employee bows swiftly to then waltz to the next table as if they didn’t intrude on your façade to win over this incredibly attractive man across from you. Fuck, you grimace. How embarrassing.

When coffees are finished and downed in clumsy silence, you reach for a stick of gum, offering Jeongguk a piece so you don’t feel so insecure about the coffee breath. He offers to walk you home, but you tell him the bookstore is where you plan to be next. You’re not ready to go home because home is where you will replay the humiliation of what just happened repeatedly. You need a distraction.

Side by side, the pair of you set off down the alley, your nerves still shooting through your limbs while anxiety of what to talk about tackles your brain cells. You’re really trying to forget already, but it’s too fresh to just repress. Maybe there is a sliver of comfort with the silence, but of course, you overthink that as well because when do you not overthink?

You know what? You saw the pleasure in his eyes, there wasn’t a smidge of doubt in his expression when his body responded to you in the coffee shop. Noting that the alley is empty, you take the opportunity. If he wasn’t the slightest bit into you, he wouldn’t be adamant on making sure you arrive to your next location safely. But you need to think fast before you exit the alley. “Cigs!” You blurt. He stops the second you do. The gravel beneath his boots being the last sound you hear before adrenaline takes over.

Your hands grip the front of his leather jacket and when he clues in, as if rehearsed, his large hands grasp your hips, walking you backwards until your back gently bumps against the brick building. His gaze is intense as if preparing you what you are asking for while your mouth parts in yearning for whatever he is about to do. He over towers you, and your eyes never move even when his palms slide to your waist, his shaky exhales leaving his nostrils. His lips are pressed together. When you think he’s about to kiss you, he slams his eyes shut, shifting nothing but his forehead to lean to yours as your eyes flutter closed. Waiting.

Tingles resonate across your skin and the longing is immensely strong, you don’t want to hold back. You hadn’t realized that the back of your hands are against the brick wall as if you have surrendered to him. In a way, you have. The seconds feel like minutes, and when you think he will finally connect with your body, he pulls away. His hands ghost your waist.

For some reason, you keep your eyes closed. His lips then brush warmly to your forehead and with that, you hear the crunch of his footsteps disappearing as he did the first time you met. Your eyes peel open, and it’s like Jeongguk is a figment of your imagination because now:

he’s gone.

-

You never expected to hear from him again, but as days pass, it’s crazy how one person can enrapture the entirety of your thoughts even with the distractions from work because Jeongguk has mastered it for you. And that is how it has been the rest of the week, giddily waiting on his every text and enjoying every bit of the conversations shared between you two as if the sexual tension in the alley never happened. Eagerly, you toss and turn at night due to the cycle of daydreams rehearsing in your mind rent free, but you can’t help yourself, you love to imagine the possibilities of a real adventure with someone you want to spend time with again. If it ever happens.

“You’re glowing.” Monnie’s eyes squint as you grin away to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator for an electrolyte drink.

“I… cleansed my face?”

“No, it’s not that.”

Teasingly scoffing, you take a swig of your drink, “I... am… expecting?”

“Nice try,”

You nearly choke on the second sip, “C’mon, it’s not that impossible. You don’t know my schedule.”

“I know it enough to know that you haven’t missed a birth control shot since you became physically intimate, and that was practically decades ago.”

“You can just say sex you know,” you retaliate, “And for your information, I had sex last year.”

“Yeah, practically decades ago.”

“Fine. Ten or so excruciatingly long years ago, I had sex.”

“So, in conclusion, you are not with child.”

“Yet,” you ploy, letting Monnie glare at you as she slowly steps out of the kitchen. Who are you kidding? You don’t have time for kids, and you know it. Despite what your uterus wants, you do have to find a stable time to want to produce so for now, you shall wait until the time is right. Hence, why you remain on birth control until you know for sure. Otherwise, life goes on as always. Besides… you do recall the last time you had sex. And… it wasn’t with Hoseok. A secret you will take to your grave if you have to. A secret that happened one drunken night weeks after you and Hoseok broke up. And, you never went back hence why it has been a year since you’ve had sex.

You had guilt as if you cheated on Hoseok even though you did not in fact. Either way, you throw the memory into the depths of your mind and try to force yourself to forget how plush the man’s lips felt along your skin. Instead, you replace it with the brief kiss Jeongguk left on your forehead which feels so out of reach.

During the time of messaging back and forth, one evening, Jeongguk offers to call you due to an atrocious event happening at your workplace that you and LenLen got involuntarily involved in. A customer apparently read a sales sign wrong and didn’t realize it until checkout and no matter how much you and your coworker tried explaining things, the customer was not having it which leaves you to call a manager. Overall, it was a situation that unfolded that you honestly wished didn’t hover in your brain cells, but when Jeongguk calls so you can rant, it means the world.

“You are quite attractive and that’s one hundred percent a compliment, and I’m not one to just throw those around to male specimens.” You confess after long conversation. It’s like you moved on from the awkward interactions. Plus, you convince yourself that you came on too strong the last time you saw him.

He snickers on the other line and vividly you imagine his smile, tickling your tummy like the beating wings of multiple butterflies. “Why, thank you. You definitely have my attention, too, ya know.”

“Well…’ You press the knuckle of your thumb to your bottom lip for a second, “That’s very sweet of you to say.”

“And you also deserve to be respected. I’m sorry the customer gave you and your friend such a hard time. If retail is no longer what you want to do, my stepbrother owns a well-known bookstore. I remember you mentioning your love for books at one point and I’m sure he will offer good pay.”

“You would do that for lil’ ole’ me?”

Chuckling lightly, “Anybody with a smart mouth like yours needs a break too.”

“Oh shucks,” though he can’t see it, your cheeks flush a hot shade of red. “Consider me interested! I may give the store some more time since I don’t want to leave LenLen stranded so abruptly, otherwise, I might put in an application just cause.”

“I’ll keep my stepbrother posted.”

You thank him before you decide to head to bed, dazed on cloud nine as you hang up the phone.  

-

It doesn’t matter how busy you are, the second you see the:  Jeongguk is typing…. Notification it’s:

Halt. Stop everything and scramble to unlock the phone screen. Breathe. He is just a guy. He is just a dude with tattoos. Okay, must read message in sixty seconds to not seem desperate. Force yourself to Google search ‘kittens’ to distract your frantic desire to reply immediately to his every text. Does it work? Partially.

So…. I was wondering, would you happen to be off in the next few days? It’s been a minute.

Double take. Eyes enlarged. No way. Inhale. Release. Slowly but clearly, you reread the Snapchat message as if your life depends on it. How long has it been since you two have been messaging back and forth? Maybe a few weeks? But how should you respond? Maybe not as excited so you don’t appear deprived? Or seem super excited so that he knows you are most definitely wanting to meet up? You were super proud of yourself with how contained you stayed when he called you however long ago. Nay, appear neutral. Come across dainty with a sprinkle of bad ass, that’ll get him…. Right? Okay, maybe not.

Funny you ask because I happen to be off today. Send. You squeal internally. You genuinely can’t help how stoked you are in seeing him; the next question is, what is his idea of fun aside from the coffee shop? You are honestly up for anything even if it’s admiring the night sky on a roof with glasses of wine. Or, admiring his tattoos and him explaining the meanings of each one. You have always wanted to get a tattoo yourself but have yet to decide not only what to get but when the right time will be. As with anything, you want the first time to be special. That’s what she said, as you roll your eyes at yourself. Your uterus sure likes to talk, and you really hope you can keep yourself tame once you see him again because a year of no intimacy is already hard enough; and you atrociously hate admitting that you sometimes become lonely for a partner even though healing this past year has been a roller coaster. Even trying to avoid the temptation to reach out… to the last man you entangled with.

Shuddering with guilt, you stroll to the kitchen upon waiting for Jeongguk’s response, and you notice beneath a magnet the card the driver, Jimin, had given you forever ago. The day you met Jeongguk. Carefully shifting it out from under the magnet, an idea does form. Maybe Jeongguk would like to meet you there at the opening. Does he seem like a ‘bar’ type kinda guy? Oh. You wince. What does that even mean? Who doesn’t like a bar setting with a few beers? Plus, it’s been a while since you’ve been to one so why not?

Well today is our lucky day for I happen to have the next 12 hours to find something fun to do. Whaddya say about joining me?

Bring it on, Cigs. You respond and despite the nervous jitters, you type more after the initial message you sent. I actually promised to go to an opening of a new bar that happens to be tonight. If I send the address, would you like to meet me there?

When he asks for the time and where, you send the information. You will get to see him tonight. Now all you can do is panic about what to wear and if you even have anything to wear for the occasion.

Fantastic.

-

Quivering fingers amidst clammy palms slide across the tops of your thighs while you steadily breathe. You, being the early bird that you are, arrive at the bar a few minutes earlier than what you mentioned to Jeongguk. The last you heard from him was when you both finalized the plan. To calm the nerves, you definitely need a drink. A strong one. Your maroon dress clings to your frame the way you like, and you made sure your make up was exactly how you like it to be.. You haven’t felt this confident since you left your ex. And you hope this proves that you never need a man to help you dress.

You ordered a cab to get there so you didn’t have to worry about driving, and you figure if you and Jeongguk still hit it off in person as you do through messaging, then maybe he can make sure you get home safely. So, you hope. Maybe even make up for lost time since the alley.

Sending a quick message to let Jeongguk know you have arrived; your eyes observe your surroundings, and you don’t see him anywhere just yet. Maybe he is stuck in traffic? You wonder. If he is driving, obviously he shouldn’t message you, so you show your ID to the bouncer after standing in line for a few minutes letting the uneasiness settle.

Bodies are scattered among the floor as music blares throughout the building. Laughter and the smell of alcohol is the first thing that comes to your nostrils while your eyes trail for some familiar faces if any happen to be here. Colorful flashing lights wave over the tables, walls, and chairs while people dance continuously, and you really hope despite the overall dim lighting you recognize Jeongguk the second he walks in. Regardless, you search for Jimin since he is the one who invited you, but you haven’t seen him thus far.

Swallowing down the nerves, you squeeze through the crowd until you reach the bar, asking for something strong for you to sip on until Jeongguk arrives. It’s been about ten minutes once your drink is in your hand, and when you check your phone, Jeongguk still hasn’t read the message. You contemplate phoning him, but know it’s too loud to try, so you assure yourself he will be here. You have full confidence that he will call you if he is running late. Which… technically at this point he should have called you by now.

To divert yourself from the sinking feeling, you watch the bustles of people having the time of their lives when a particular human being causes your shoulders to stiffen and your mouth to run dry. Flashbacks of that night flicker in your mind as a weary sense of dread subdues you. The secret you have kept concealed from the world. Stay calm, y/n. Remain. Calm. You hardly remember how you got there, but you noticed how handsome he was, how his hair was loosening from the gel, and his smile put you at ease as you two laughed together. He was drunk, too, but both of you were still aware enough to know what was happening. What was stirring between you two. All you held onto was how he was the first to make you laugh in weeks during that time.

You knew you shouldn’t have been there, but you didn’t care, and you were desperate to feel something. Freshly single and overruled by anger, you let it win. When you kissed him for the first time, he froze, and you pulled away. But he held your eyes, flitting between them without a single word. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed you back, and you remember the way his palm felt on your cheek. The way the kisses grew aggressive and emotional as if he felt the guilt from keeping the secret buried from you. Knowing his best friend was in the wrong for what he did to you, but he knew it wasn’t his place to tell you the truth. But boy, had you made it your place to entangle with this guy who was giving into what his emotions were displaying. He wanted you to feel special. It was like his kisses brought an apology you wished your ex would have given you.

So, in a strange yet erotic way, you let it all go with him. Drunken, slovenly kisses until the pair of you started to sober up enough to experiment further. You can’t remember much of the foreplay, but you do, however, remember when he pressed himself into you, riding smoothly as he kissed every inch of your face and your neck. His hands didn’t exactly know where to touch, but his lips did, and that was enough. He moved in you so gently.

When you had awaken the next morning, you laid flat on your back while tears streamed from the corners of your eyes. You don’t know how long you remained there. You don’t know how long you silently cried. But you left before he woke up. You left before you both had to take in account of what you two had done. What you two had shared.

Now here he is in the present.

Kim Namjoon, Hoseok’s best friend, is here, and he spots you almost as immediately as you spot him. Gulping, you do not know what else to do other than spin around immediately and face the bar contemplating to chug every ounce of the alcohol remaining in your glass. Setting your drink down cautiously to not spill the contents, a rear of nausea raises its ugly head. What is Namjoon doing here!? The last time you saw him was the night you would do anything to forget.

Heart hammering, you squeeze your eyes closed. Namjoon may have given you a good night to hold on to for a while a year ago, but it wasn’t anything more than that. It couldn’t be. You were full of anger and a brief desire of revenge, and you were drunk, and you were-

Large hands lean upon the counter of the bar on either side of you as you suck in a breath. You recognize those hands. Those hands are the ones that slid along your body while you pleaded for more. And the countenance of his frame over towers you as you feel the tip of his lips centimeters from your ear kindling goosebumps along your arms. But these hands aren’t the hands you’ve been waiting for. Not one tattoo shows on these hands.

“Long time, no see.” Namjoon says into your ear. Mustering enough courage after steadying yourself, you turn to face him for the first time in a year. His eyes are as filled with longing as they were the night you last saw him. The kind of longing that wonders of how you feel about what occurred. If you still ponder it.

“What are you doing here!?” You say amongst your trembling body. You try to stay firm though you know deep down none of this was Namjoon’s fault. Trying to set your jaw, you take in the way his shirt tugs at his muscles, and the way his hair is gelled to perfection. You have forgotten how beautiful this man is, but Jeongguk. Where the literal fuck is Jeongguk? He is who you want deep down. So where is he? “Never mind that,” you shake your head, realizing he has every right to be here as you do. “What do you want?”

Namjoon’s eyes flicker along your face momentarily before he speaks. The way his dominant gaze holds you in place could drive any woman mad. “To make sure you’re okay.”

“Oh bullshit.” You say through gritted teeth because not only is Namjoon’s proximity bringing unwanted emotions, but it is also bringing the memories of Hoseok. Memories you really have tried not to relive.

Namjoon’s eyes squeeze shut. “y/n, I’m being serious. You fell off the face of the earth since…”

“Since what? Since Hoseok? Or you?” His mouth shuts automatically. “I don’t know what you expect me to say. What happened that night… It was my fault. I know that, but it shouldn’t have happened.” The anger for even saying Hoseok’s name after so long of refusing to is a strange feeling. Namjoon swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and you visibly see the guilt in his eyes because he agrees. Hoseok has been his best friend since they were kids. “How long had you known by the way? About the other girl? Who is she?” He releases a sigh, shaking his head while he tilts his gaze downward in shame. He knows. Of course, he does. He’s refusing to answer the question, but you ask another one anyway. You know it’s too loud to whisper, and from your peripheral, you may have gained a few stares, but you raise your voice just enough for Namjoon to hear. “Does… he know?”

“That we fucked?” Namjoon answers quickly, his eyes locking with yours. “Of course not.” He’s not going to risk losing his friendship is what you are reading between the lines.

“Good.” You refuse to move your gaze. “Keep it that way. Please.” He’s still so close. And you breathe in his scent. Your hand brushes his chest, while your forehead touches to his chin. Both of you share a silent understanding. A pact.

Namjoon is about to say more but you politely shove his arm out of your way ignoring his reach to stop you. You’re scared that you will give in to the thought of him from all these emotions. Whatever he has to say, he can keep it to himself. For now. You need to catch your breath.

Checking your phone, Jeongguk still hasn’t read your message and at this point, you have no idea of where he is or why he even bothered agreeing to show up if he truly had no intentions of seeing you again. Maybe you should have known better. He has the bad boy persona just from his stature, but maybe for once you wanted to believe you could get excited about someone again. Maybe he was the distraction you hoped for and needed, and now that your nerves are shot, and your heart is aching from all the emotions, you’ll do anything at this point to rid of it all.

Regretfully forgetting your drink at the bar and realizing after you move to another section of the place, you happen to see Jimin whose face lights up with recognition. Air escapes your lungs yet again because you forgot how attractive he is too. You notice he has been conversing with none other than Kim Seokjin which makes you want to faint since he is so famous and you have yet to meet a famous person, but for right now, despite the tears wanting to spill down your cheeks from the interaction with Namjoon and the acceptance that Jeongguk will not be showing up after all, you are so thankful that Jimin is making his way towards you. Until your emotions settle, you cannot risk humiliating yourself in front of a celebrity of Seokjin’s status. It would be too much.

Your jaw almost drops though when you catch a sudden glimpse of your coworker LenLen who is snug against a man with fluffy hair a short distance away, and you realize that this must be the man she’s been talking to you about! You tell yourself that you will make sure to say hey to her if you get the chance. It’s about time other conversation is shared that is not related exclusively to work.

“Hey there!” Jimin smiles fully, bringing your muddled mind back to attention. He leans in for a quick hug before pulling away. “You look amazing!”

Blushing, you feel where his fingers stop at your elbows. He has such a kind aura about him that makes you feel safe, so you hope he invites you to hang out, especially since LenLen happens to be in the group Jimin has been socializing with from your quick assumptions. “You look good, too!” You feel like you’re shouting, but you don’t care. You are somewhat relieved to finally have somebody to hang out with no matter how quick it lasts. “How is the opening going? Everything go according to plan?”

“Hell, yeah it has!” Jimin beams. “Taehyung is beyond happy with the results. The line outside is insanity!”

“So happy for you both!” You say, and before you think you may have some form of solace, you wonder where Namjoon is or if he miraculously left, but instead of him, you notice someone else. And you beg the heavens on why you can’t seem to catch a break.

Heart shattering to the floor, your eyes widen, and if Jimin is chatting, you definitely can’t hear him over the loud pounding of your heart in your temples. Is this the real reason Namjoon approached you? That he tried to stop you? To warn you?  

If the forbidden person you are frozen by sees you, you don’t care, you need a reason for his heart to break. Something worse than him finding out that you slept with his best friend if he ever does. Hoseok pauses the moment he sees you standing there; a strange look of confusion dawns him instantly as his eyes look from you to Jimin and back. You can’t help the way your gaze automatically drifts to see if you find her, too. The girl he chose over you, but you do not see a female near him. Not yet. You tell yourself that you never want to know who she is, but there is always that sick vengeance of discovering.

Jimin’s eyebrow arches as he follows your gaze. Whether he knows Hoseok or not, that part is the least of your concerns. Jeongguk stood you up, Namjoon confronted you, and your ex-boyfriend who you loved for three years that relentlessly ripped your heart out of your chest- is here and it is too overwhelming to describe right now the full-blown panic shredding every fiber of your being; the utter disbelief how this shit show of a night has unfolded. You wish you were drunk enough to ignore this inexplainable pain. You wish you had a place to escape to.

But… Maybe Jimin is it. If Jeongguk didn’t want to be, then maybe Jimin will.

Despite his furrowed eyebrows, when Jimin turns just enough to look at you, it’s all it takes. Briskly, you cup his face, pressing a kiss to his cloud-like lips while he stumbles in surprise. Relief floods your quivering frame when he doesn’t even remotely hesitate to kiss you back. His lips are enticingly soft and pure, and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss letting the tip of his tongue brush yours ever so slightly. He tastes of peppermint and booze, and he tastes so good, you get tipsy just off his lips. You move your hands to lock behind his neck while his fingers find a hold on your waist. “Well damn,” he says breathless against your lips while peppering short kisses in between his words. “If I would have known, I would have done this much sooner.”

Gripping loose strands on the back of his head, you lift onto the tips of your toes. “You won’t regret it,” you purr into Jimin’s ear, gaze tauntingly floating to stare right into Hoseok’s, whose eyes widen in enormous shock, before Jimin pins you to his frame as if your clothes are a barrier he wishes didn’t exist. Everywhere is too crowded to really notice the way you two lock lips for majority of the evening. And you are well aware that you two are not the only ones making out.

You know Hoseok is watching every second, probably fuming, probably balling his fists, probably justifying every reason he has to interrupt. You hope he is watching every grip of Jimin’s fingers on your ass, the way his lips suck your neck, or the way he twirls your body under the spotlight if a song he likes comes on. You know the jealousy that’s bubbling beneath Hoseok’s chest is about to erupt. But he also knows better than to intervene between the woman he betrayed and who he is assuming to be her new boyfriend. Because it’s too late. You wouldn’t take him back even if he begged. Because whoever she is out there, she knows what she did to you, too. How she couldn’t even show her face when Hoseok burst onto the porch the day you found out. How her breasts were rounded beneath Hoseok’s shirt. The shirt you painfully remembered was missing when you finally had a moment where your emotions didn’t get the best of you. She had that shirt the entire time.

You hadn’t planned to invite Jimin over. The night drives on and you see that Jeongguk at this point, indeed, read your message, but didn’t bother to respond. Didn’t bother to even make an excuse. To explain why he left you to unintentionally fend for yourself. He could have been here. He could have saved you from tonight if he wanted to. But he didn’t.

You hop into Jimin’s car willingly and he drives you home, kissing you and kissing you while your clothes hit the bedroom floor. Jimin slides on a condom before he pushes into you from behind when your body pins to the wall, him pounding as if to the beat of a song while his teeth dig into your shoulder, into your neck. “Deeper!” You squeal. “Keep going, ah-!”

You do not care about the sounds that have echoed from either of your mouths or the number of positions you two have attempted. You lost count after four. You don’t care that you just met him a few weeks ago. You don’t care how you are going to feel in the morning. Yes, you are aware that you are sober this time. But you want Jimin to keep moving inside you until you forget about your one-night stand with your ex’s best friend. Till you forget about Hoseok’s betrayal that haunts your mind and shreds your heart. Till you forget about the girl who took part in ruining your life. Till you forget about the tattooed man who you hoped would rescue you.

Cigs.

Fuck you, Cigs.

-

The morning comes quickly coupled with a pounding headache while you groggily stretch your arms and legs amidst the tangled bed sheets. You accidentally brush warm skin causing you to jolt upright. Wincing, the pounding in your head worsens, yet you turn just enough to assess that you one hundred percent just hooked up with the hot driver who co-owns a bar and is best friends with a celebrity.

Fuck.

Your palms slap to your face. You weren’t even intoxicated, so how could you let this happen? You may not have been drunk off your ass, but you sure as hell were emotional and that can be equally as dangerous as taking shots of the strongest alcoholic beverage out there. “Shit,” you murmur to yourself, watching the slow fall and rise of Jimin’s breathing. Kenai chirps outside your bedroom door and you realize it is probably past his breakfast time. Slipping out of bed as quietly as you can, you freshen up and brush your teeth. Twice. Just in case if you ultimately decide to continue this rendezvous before you kick Jimin out.

Shuddering, you wonder how loud you might have been last night. And by that you mean, was your sister home? And did she hear the commotion you let out the second you got Jimin alone? If she was home maybe, you could handle that truth. What also concerns you is if Yoongi was home too. You couldn’t bear facing the two of them if they were home while you tackled Jimin like a football player between the sheets.

Oh, when will all this humiliation end!? You want to scream outwardly. It’s been never ending. And, when you start to dress into a nightgown, you finger at the red mark on your shoulder. A reminder of where Jimin had been. And you hate that you like it.

Leaving the bathroom trying to rid the thought, you see Jimin is fully awake and putting on his shirt, his pants already hugging his toned legs. His hair is unkempt from the night before, and it looks cuter that way with his array of colors dyed with the blonde. “Hey there,” he smiles brightly when he sees you. You notice him pop a piece of gum in his mouth which you figure is because he never planned to bring a toothbrush… Because he hadn’t planned to sleep with anybody until you ferociously pounced.

“Hey,” You reply softly, crossing your arms to lean against the door frame of the bathroom. Kenai is still meowing outside the bedroom, frequently pawing at the door.

“Somebody’s pissed.” Jimin chuckles, pointing at the door.

“He’s starving 24/7 and likes to remind me just as often.” You kid, eventually stepping to sit on the bed. You aren’t sure how to feel about last night. But at the same time, should you regret it? The way Jimin’s eyes swept your body, to be honest, you kind of don’t regret it. “How did you sleep?” You try to make small talk to prevent any uneasy friction.

“Wonderfully.” He smiles again. “I hope you did?” He stands, rounding the bed to gently take a seat next to you. The smell of mint from his gum wafting to you tempting you to taste it.

“I did.” You return his smile, leaning in to touch a small kiss to his plush lips. Your headache is starting to dull some which makes you feel better. “Thank you for last night. I had fun.” You lean your forehead against his cheek as he leans back into you.

“I had fun, too.” He says quietly. Taking in a deep breath, he stands as you follow suit. “I better get going. Taehyung has been blowing up my phone wondering where I am. Really, I mean it when I say I had fun. Maybe… we can link up again soon?”

Hand in hand, you lead him to the front door while Kenai excitingly runs his furry body against both of your legs. Giggling, you kiss Jimin some more, “I’d like that.” A couple more kisses and you smile against his lips, “See ya.”

“See ya.” He nods, kissing your cheek one last time before taking off. As much as you wish that your heart would be soaring through the sky: it doesn’t. All your head can seem to obsess over is why Jeongguk stood you up. Was it all a game? Just to get a high that a girl wanted him, just for him to leave her stranded. What gives? In the end, is it really worth the explanation? You are so sick of getting screwed over.

“Who was that?”

“GAH!” You jump causing Kenai to dash wherever he can to hide. Your heart nearly stopped beating and your hand flies to your chest with relief when you see the teasing stare of your sister, Monnie.

“Monnie! For goodness sakes, you scared the fuck out of me!”

“Well!?” Monnie, not missing a beat, bellows. “Who was he!?”

“Nobody.” That is your first response as if you need a defense mechanism.

“Nobody!? With the animalistic sounds I heard last night, you have the absolute nerve to tell me that was nobody!?”

“He’s… He’s a guy I met a few weeks ago,” you try to reply while your heartbeat attempts to calm.

“He is cute,” she coos. “Like smooth like butter cute. Like the butter you slab on a piece of crisp toast cute. He can make anybody feel warm and fuzzy. Girl, I’m telling you right now-”

“Okay, we get it! I know.” You aren’t sure how to cope with the chagrin reddening your cheeks, or the dulling headache on top of it, but you manage somehow. “Please tell me Yoongi isn’t here.”

“Lucky for you he’s at a conference and has been since yesterday afternoon, so he didn’t hear a thing. I was supposed to go but I got-” She mimics what is supposed to be a cough into her hand. “Sick.”

“Oh! You are ridiculous!”

“It’s called, my sister brought home a cute guy for the first time in a decade, and I must hear all about it.”

“Nope!” You say trying to brush past her. “By the way, it’s only been a year.”

“Not anymore-!”

“Gah!” You clap back, slamming your bedroom door, and diving onto your bed, the mattress bounces your body while you scream heavily into a pillow. The scent of Jimin is everywhere in your room still and your sister’s voice keeps rattling on about how she just wants you to be happy and that you deserve to be even though in your heart, you have no idea when that day will come. Eventually you will confide in her about everything, but for now you will bury your face into the pillow and let the tears flow until you fall back asleep.

-

Monnie reluctantly gives you space, but only because she has ‘somewhere to be,’ and she is ‘not going to let you make her late.’ So, she says. You give Kenai an extra bit of food in hopes to win back his forgiveness and you dress out of the nightgown considering another trip to the coffee shop. Your eyes burn slightly from the crying earlier. After last night, you happen to note that you never got Jimin’s number which is probably a good thing so he can avoid the hot mess of thoughts spinning profusely in your mind. Between seeing Namjoon and Hoseok last night and hooking up with Jimin, you can hardly imagine what the two could have said after seeing, not only you, but you sucking faces with another guy. Though it’s nice to have male attention from time to time, you didn’t expect it all to unravel at once.

Some people would make you feel so stupid for your actions while others would praise you for being so bold and independent. You’re single and you can do whatever you want. Are you really mad that you hooked up with Jimin last night? Out of desperation for running into your ex? Or are you more broken about Jeongguk standing you up, and ashamed that you are upset about it when you only have seen him twice?

You can’t help the way you feel. You inhale and exhale deeply. Running from your thoughts is all you want right now.

Entering the coffee shop, you ordered a cab and left a tip because you really despise driving, and here you are in line eventually ordering the same drink you got last time. Why you feel to look for Jeongguk, you wish you didn’t. Training your eyes to focus on what is in front of you- you grip the coffee cup once it’s placed on the counter, and you find a small table in the back away from as many people as you can avoid.

He has his reasons, but you really hope that the reasons weren’t to play with your feelings purposefully. Even though that’s exactly what it looks like. Inwardly, you accept that you probably will never see him again, and you also convince yourself that maybe Jeongguk really was a figment of your imagination. The messages on your phone will say otherwise, but for now, with the hot liquid of your coffee stinging your tongue, you will continue convincing yourself that he is a simple figment of your imagination.  

That thought lasts about thirty minutes, when your coffee is halfway downed and the view of a tatted hand glides upon the table where you feel your throat shrink. No fucking way. You keep your gaze on your coffee cup, the faint smell of a cigarette wafts in your direction and you refuse to look at him. Anger blares inside you. You can tell he is gradually taking the seat across from you because it is pretty evident how rigid you are in response to his presence. He can tell you are annoyed. Maybe even furious.

“Hey…” He forces once he scoots the chair closer to the table. You stay silent. “Look, I-”

“What do you want?” You look up finally. His look is firm, but guilt stricken all at the same time. He presses his lips together. “No, really. Amuse me.” You wave a hand at him. “Was it a one night stand you wanted? Because you could have just asked.”

His eyes enlarge but only slightly. “No. No, that’s definitely not-”

“Then what? What do you want?” You rarely give him a chance to speak before you start gathering your things. To prevent unwanted attention, you toss the coffee cup into the trash can on your way out, Jeongguk on your heels. Marching toward the sidewalk that you can follow back to the city; you huff in exasperation when you feel his hand curl around your arm.

“Let go of me!” You say loudly, thrusting your arm away from him.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay. Just- just let me explain-”

“Oh, go fuck yourself.” You try to walk away.

“y/n. Please.”

You thought you lost your shit last night when you attacked Jimin’s mouth in front of Hoseok. And you thought you lost your shit this morning when you sobbed into your pillow. But this anger and desperation and sadness that you have kept pent up since the day you discovered Hoseok’s infidelity is about to explode. And it’s about to explode in what you know will embarrass you for the rest of your life. Or… it just flat out won’t.

Scoffing, you pause, spinning to face Jeongguk, whose hands raise as if to calm you down, but you are far from calm. “You know what?” You say slowly. “That whole spiel about how I deserve to be respected was a whole load of bullshit wasn’t it?” You step forward making it clear that you aren’t done speaking, and though Jeongguk claimed weeks ago that he wasn’t scared of anything, there is the slightest hint of fear you gather in his eyes though he straightens to let his arms hang loosely at his sides. “I’m starting to think there’s no such thing anymore. First, after three years, with who I thought was the absolute love of my life, three years, he cheats on me with some chick I still to this day do not know who she is or how the fuck they met. So, for unplanned revenge, I fucked his best friend and guess what!?” You throw your hands up, “They both were at the bar last night. Both. Of. Them. How the fuck does that happen!? I move to the city to run away from my problems, and they follow me anyway. They fucking follow me as if I need that reminder. As if I need to relive that heartbreak over and over again. As if I deserve it- to have it thrown in my face.” Running your hands through your hair, you choke back a sob. You refuse to cry in front of this man who is basically a stranger but not really. You don’t notice the remorse showing in his eyes after revealing your limited yet very detailed confession. How he could have easily prevented this.

“I meet you once, and for the first time in a year, I finally know what it’s like to be excited again. To have something to potentially look forward to.” You laugh one syllable. “And yet, I don’t fucking know a single thing about you. Where you’re from, where you work, why you suddenly start coming to this coffee shop when I have never seen you there before, and I keep beating myself up for being so damned hurt about this when you’re a total stranger.” You can’t even look him in the eyes. “And there you are, completely leaving me stranded in a bar when you said you’d fucking be there. Respect, my ass. Have a nice life, Cigs.”

“You do deserve respect.” Oh, why do you pause? “I fucked up last night, okay!? I um…” He trails off, shaking his head as if to rid of whatever he originally was going to say. “Something came up-”

“Is that what it’s going to be every single time!? Something came up!?”

He winces when he acknowledges how bad it seems. “Look I- I know how it sounds. Please. Just let me make it up to you.”

Scanning him from his styled hair to the charcoal color of his boots, the thrilling sense of lust clouds your frame simultaneously to your mouth watering. It takes everything in you not to rush forward and cling onto him as if your life depends on it. But, at the same time, you see a guy who completely ghosted you on a night you may have needed his company most. And, if he was willing to do that to you last night, why wouldn’t he do it again?

The anger is still written all over your face and your demeanor. Sneering, your lips curl.

“No.”

And you stomp off toward whatever destination you hope to find as you did a year ago when you ran from disappointment. You wonder how it feels for him to see you walk away this time.

-

It doesn’t matter the day or the hour. Every time you step foot into the same coffee shop, he’s there. Jeongguk is there. Sitting a table away, keeping his eyes on you. Waiting for you to cave. You have ignored every single message he has sent. Every call he has attempted. Yet, you are also fighting the urge to just be near him. Give him another chance. Maybe it’s the fact that you truly do want to know where he was the night, he stood you up. But is it worth knowing the truth? The only thing you didn’t mention the last time you spoke to Jeongguk was the one night stand you had with Jimin. Not that it was any of Jeongguk’s business, but still. You don’t want to appear like sex with strangers is something you do all the time, because it’s not. And even if it was, it’s nobody’s business but yours.

You decide to walk the city. If he follows you there, then so be it. Compiling your things, you head out onto the sidewalk, letting the breeze nip your skin. The recent memory of LenLen asking about Jimin and you trying your best to answer her questions without blushing replays. She told you about Taehyung and how him and Jimin are best friends which you happened to already know and you relay to her how happy you are that she found Taehyung. You also apologize that you didn’t get to say hello, but she winks at you for she witnessed the reason why.

When you start reaching the city, you hardly can believe the huge sign, flashing upon the tallest building, of Hoseok’s face which roots your feet to the cement while tears spring in response. Cursing under your breath, you realize that one of the books he had been working on back when you two were together must have been released, the one he continuously spoke about. The one inspired from the script he hoped Kim Seokjin would film a movie with. The one that began with you. Which means, if it has become a success, then now you are going to see his face everywhere you turn. And, if the movie is made, that’s even more publicity Hoseok will gain and even more often you will have to see his face. The more hurt you will endure.

“Damnit,” you want to sob. Out of all the places you think to turn, you flee into the bookstore just to almost collide with a book stand filled from top to bottom with Hoseok’s novel. Fret overpowers your system, and you rush out the doors the second you see it, and you figure maybe walking home, no matter the distance, will help clear the stress out of you. Even though you know it won’t. Because at this point, you give up being in public.

You nearly slam into a figure from your rushed state and when the whiff of a cigarette mingled with cologne greets your nose, you know exactly who you’ve run into. “Why are you doing this.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement. “Why are you following me, Asshole? Did I not make myself clear?”

“I told you I wanted to make it up to you.”

“And I told you no from what I recall.”

“I have short term memory loss.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself, Nemo-”

“I’d prefer if you joined me.”

“You really are asking to get smacked.”

“I like it rather rough.”

“And I’d like for you to leave me the hell alone.”

“Not until you hear me out.”

“And why should I?”

His eyes flit between yours, “Because I can’t let it go. I messed up.”

“You don’t deserve my forgiveness if that’s what you’re implying. To be honest, it’s ridiculous that I’m even mad about it to begin with. I don’t even know you.”

“See, but you have every right to be. You should be mad.”

“Okay. Well then accept that I’m pissed at you and move on.”

“I shan’t.”

You could laugh. You almost laugh. But you hold it together because you can’t just let him think he can get away with how he just randomly leaves you stranded. When you both almost kissed in the alley way, you could sense that his desire was as solid as yours. He acted as if he wanted you. So, why did he just walk away? What is the point in pursuing someone who will always walk away?

Shoving past him, you wish you would have driven this go round so a route of escape would be available. But unfortunately, you didn’t think this through. The only place you can think of is the garden center above the bookstore that you have only visited every now and then this past year. What of Hoseok could possibly be up there? A mural? Stalking in the direction of the building, you avoid making eye contact with the huge ad about your ex, and eventually round the store to find the elevator. There are only a few floors before you reach the top and once you elbow the button to awaken the elevator, the last thing you expect is Jeongguk to follow you right in when the large doors slide open. But honestly you should have expected it.

You elbowed the button for the top floor where the smell of flowers waits for you, but you can’t ignore the tension simmering once the doors close. You bite the corner of your lip in agony, the ding of the elevator agonizingly slow. “I know you’re not about to stop and smell the roses, Eyebrow.” Referring to his eyebrow piercing that makes your insides lustfully shiver, you’re shocked he takes all your nicknames so well, but then you remember you’re supposed to be mad at him. “Why can’t you just take a hint?”

His finger presses to your lips, vanishing your words as he seductively shushes you. And he shifts to stand in front of you, his nose dangerously tickling the side of your cheek while your body fights to not react to the arousal forming below. He whispers, “I don’t need a hint to know that you want me just as much as I want you.” Whimpering, your eyes trace his face, the way his jaw curves, the way his eyes set firmly to you with no intention of moving. Did you hear him correctly? Did he just admit that he, in fact, wants you too? “So,” he continues, slipping his finger away from your lips, he brings his mouth to yours while you sigh in pleasure. Fuck. Your body begs for him to close the gap. Begs for him to kiss you. But he doesn’t. Not yet. “I suggest you behave yourself if you want to keep me tame.”

He is doing to you what you did to him that day in the coffee shop making an effort to seduce him. But this time, he is winning more than you are letting on. When the ding of the elevator brings attention to the opening doors, Jeongguk sighs, “We’re not going there.” Reaching back to hit whatever button he chooses; you don’t even move to see. He can take you wherever he wants, and you could smack yourself for conceding.

“What do you mean?” You murmur, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“I um,” he tilts his head as if embarrassed. “I live here. So, we’re going to the third floor.”

“Excuse me, what?” Your mind is trying to make the connection how it’s possible that he lives on the third floor of your favorite bookstore smack dab in the city. You’ve heard of people who have homes above the places they own, so… Does that mean Jeongguk owns the bookstore? You thought he said his stepbrother owns it? His hand finds yours when the doors slide open again, showing shelves upon shelves of books with sparse customers quietly reading or viewing the array of covers.

Your brain cells are racing but never reaching a finish line as your eyes frantically scan the hallway the pair of you are entering. You try to appreciate the feel of Jeongguk’s hand holding yours, warm and firm and surprisingly safe though you wish you hadn’t lost the will to fight. Why is it so easy for him to melt your anger away? To melt your sadness? To heighten your senses.

He scans something, you assume a card, before opening a large door, flipping on the lights to show an area of simplicity and barely any furniture to decorate once you step inside. The scent is new as if it has just been built, but you know that is impossible considering this bookstore has been around for years. Automatically, you both kick off your shoes. “My stepbrother used to live here before, so I moved in.” He says as if reading your mind. “That’s why there’s not much here, but there’s enough to keep comfortable.” He gestures toward a sofa awkwardly sitting in the middle of what you assume is the living room and loud meows start echoing the second you see a few cat towers sprawled out. Flounder and Tetra.

“I remember you saying he owns a bookstore… it’s here?” You say in disbelief as the cats come flying to greet you and Jeongguk. How can you be mad anymore when these sweet little fluff puffs are rubbing against your legs, mewing for attention? Jeongguk giggles while he tries to bring back the conversation.  

He shrugs, unintentionally dismissing the sexual tension that concocted in the elevator only seven minutes ago now that the cats are out and about. “He’s an actor now. He took over when his dad retired.”

“…What do you do?” You’re quiet and you don’t mean to be, but you’ve been struggling with mixed emotions for what seems like an eternity. At this point, you accept if this is a dream versus reality.

“Nothing,” he says after a moment, head looking downward. You lick your lips when your eyebrows furrow, but strangely you understand this shame. If your sister didn’t have money, you’d be homeless. Your parents live far away, and in all honesty, you don’t truly talk to them as often as you should. You work part time at a retail store because you can’t seem to get your shit together enough to work full time otherwise, you’d be in the same boat… you’d be doing just that. Nothing. “I used to work as a tattoo artist before I moved here, but um… you may find this hard to believe, but I got my heart broken by someone I fell in love with when I was eighteen.”

“You?” You croak. You mean it to come off as a joke but fail miserably. He finally tilts his head up, softly grinning.

“Yes, a tatted asshole that wears leather and smokes cigs can be capable of falling in love and getting heartbroken instead of causing the heartbreak, Macchiato… Happy?”

Why this vulnerability is happening is unbeknownst to you, but you are very happy that he seems to be opening up. He all but admitted he wants you, too. So, the least he can do is try. Try letting you see past the mystery. Try staying instead of leaving. Saying hello instead of goodbye.

“How long were you two together?” You may have spilled the beans of how long you were with Hoseok, not that Jeongguk knows who he is, but three years is a long time.

“Five years. Found out she cheated on me, too… I lost myself for a long time. Ended up at a different girl’s house every week to numb the pain and never called them back the next day. Became addicted to smoking cigarettes. Went to parties quite a bit… Got drunk, you name it… Moved here with my children the second Jin told me I could. That’s when I finally calmed down and realized, I needed to change before it got worse.”

“I’m so sorry… Sometimes people underestimate the pain of a breakup. Especially if you were with them for such a long time as you were.” It’s quiet a little longer than you mean for it to be, but the similarity of how the two of you got your heart broken is an odd coincidence. But then you gasp when a lightbulb clicks. “Jin!? As in, Seokjin?”

“Yeah?” He says unhurriedly. “Is that hard for you to believe?”

“What? No! I’m just- the Kim Seokjin is your stepbrother? He owns this bookstore?”

“Well yeah, he’s the reason the bills are paid for now until I, myself, can get my shit together.”

You know the concentration it takes to complete a puzzle? Well, this is one of those times. Randomly, you wonder. Does Jeongguk know Jimin since Seokjin knows Jimin?

“Do you know who Jimin is?” You spit out. How are all these male specimens connected? Either way, you are definitely not telling Jeongguk about the rendezvous with Jimin that’s for sure.

His eyebrows scrunch and you visibly witness the way his shoulders rigidify as if he knows exactly who you are talking about. “How do you know Jimin?”

“No reason, just wondering. I saw him hanging out with Seokjin at the bar you failed to show up to.”

“Hm.” He hums once. “Interesting.”

“He co-owns the bar with a guy named Taehyung…  My co-worker is dating him. Taehyung, I mean.” You’re having a hard time reading Jeongguk’s expression, but he attempts to not be so uptight.

“Did you… See anybody else there?”

His question hits you by surprise, but you know there is no way he could be referring to Hoseok and Namjoon… Could he? No, of course not. He wasn’t there. He doesn’t know who your ex is specifically. You may have mentioned your ex and your ex’s best friend were at the bar, but you had never given any names. It’s as if Jeongguk is asking solely about someone else… But who?

Pushing your fingertips to your forehead, you release an exasperated sigh. “Can I use your restroom?” You need a moment to yourself. All this unwanted ‘solving’ isn’t getting you anywhere. And why is Jeongguk being so weird about Jimin? He doesn’t know about the hook up and Jeongguk is also not your boyfriend, so why does it matter?

“Yeah, this way,” he points in the direction of what you assume is his bedroom. “On the right.”

The door gently clicks behind you while your palms cling onto the counter when you’re securely within the bathroom. It’s huge. You can tell it’s spacious by the fact you can breathe amidst the anxiety. A jacuzzi and a walk-in shower, a door that you are confident is a towel closet is what you take in once you twirl around. It’s beautiful and so clean, it’s as if nobody has inhabited it in a long time. Either way, you don’t want to take too long, so you pull out a small bottle of mouth wash and complete a brisk breathing exercise before filing out into Jeongguk’s bedroom.

You hadn’t taken time to notice how large his bed is either. The covers are invitingly dark, and you can tell from the curtains that are slightly split show the windows to a magnificent view of the city. Whoever Seokjin’s dad had to construct this place was an absolute genius. A home inside a bookstore, that would be a dream come true for millions.

You brace yourself when you step into the living room, and you notice Jeongguk is preparing wine glasses, a bottle of red is in his hand as he begins to pour the crimson liquid. His cats are munching on some food that he put to keep them occupied. You can tell by his body language that he is going to change the subject regarding Jimin. “How did you know?” You say ultimately when you pull out a stool in front of the counter.

“Nothing a good bit of wine can’t fix.” He winks. “Plus, I figured it will calm the nerves, so we can actually… talk.”

You nod reluctantly, fingers pressing beneath the glass before you take a slow sip. The taste is sour with the mouth wash, but you know after a few sips that will change. A wave of calm floods your chest and limbs once you swallow. “Thank you.” You murmur. He leans on the counter instead of moving to take a seat next to you. He can’t take his eyes off you, and he can’t even explain how just being around you makes him feel. You bring a comfort he hasn’t had in a long time. He knows he has gone about it the wrong way, but he is determined to not let you go this time. No matter how much his ex keeps trying to reach out to win him back. He wants you.

“I’m really sorry about the bar.” He manages to say. He’s not the best with apologies, but he knows you deserve one. “That was really fucked up. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No… You shouldn’t have.” You’re honest because you know what it’s like to be betrayed. Jeongguk of all people should get it too after admitting that he has been cheated on before as you have. You must stand your ground regardless of how weak he secretly makes you because no, this specific situation may not be seen as a betrayal, but it was not okay that he left you there alone. He does, however, want to confess everything, of why he didn’t show up. But something keeps telling him that it’s too soon. When he’s ready, he plans to tell you. But for now, he wants to prove to you that he’s not going anywhere this time.

“I know,” he murmurs.

Taking a longer sip of the wine, you rub at your eyes. “He really did some damage…” You admit, appreciating how easy it is for the pair of you to start opening up. This is something you have battled to talk about since the day you witnessed it. “I mean three years of my life I gave to this guy, and he just…” You throw your hand up. “He just throws every bit of it down the drain. There wasn’t even the slightest red flag. I came home. Heard them in the bedroom… Our bedroom. And I just-” You didn’t want to cry, but the tears greet you with the burn of your nose. “I just left. I don’t even know how long it had been going on. All I know is I blocked him on everything and refuse to give him the time of day. Because I can’t bring myself to face him. Or the pain of it all.” Jeongguk listens contently, sorrow filling his umber eyes. “When I saw him at the bar for the first time in a year, the anger that filled me at first, I wanted to do anything to make him feel the same devastation I felt that day. Sure, I slept with his best friend weeks after the breakup, but he doesn’t know that. And, as much as I want to say the revenge was satisfying… It wasn’t.” You tap your fingers on the counter. “Now I’m here. I’m here in this city, living with my rich sister, and working a part time job. It’s like I want to live in my misery… At least, I have my cat.” You smile, Kenai’s sweet face bringing you peace.

“It takes a long time to move on from something like that. What happened to me was nearly two years ago and it still hurts.” Jeongguk says because he knows exactly how that feels. He still succumbed to his ex’s every beck and call until he met you. That’s when everything started changing for him. Why he couldn’t think straight. When his ex was trying to distract him, his mind was filled with you. “I saw the guy she was cheating with once. I planned to confront him, but… chickened out. I knew if I wasn’t careful, I’d do something I’d regret.”

“Who was he?” You ask. Jeongguk raises his shoulders, pursing his lips.

“I don’t know his name. Just that Seokjin was working on a movie, happened to meet the guy and my girlfriend at the time was with him. Jin put two and two together and called me right after. He recognized her in some of the pictures I posted on social media before I deleted it all.”

“He’s an actor, too? The guy she was with?” You wonder.

“I’m assuming.” He speaks. “She never really met Jin before. Or at least, I never told her specifically that he was my stepbrother. That was a part of my life I tried to keep distant, but when he called me concerned, I knew why she was coming home so late. Or, why she didn’t panic if she knew Jin was my brother who was seeing her in the flesh with another dude.” Jeongguk wets his lips. “And that’s when he tried to help me cope by giving me his apartment here when he saw how far gone, I had gotten. And that’s why she learned to do research on who I’m connected to because apparently me and Seokjin know everybody due to his fame and fortune.” He means the fame and fortune as a joke, but you still ponder.

“So…” Your expression confused. “If that’s the case, how do you know Jimin?”

Jeongguk swallows roughly, “I asked you first.”

Now, it’s your turn to gulp. “About that.” The stool screeches from under you as you immediately stand, chugging every last drop of your wine before you clutch your things to your side. The indent Jimin left on your shoulder has faded some, but it still befuddles you knowing Jeongguk could clue in if he wanted to. “I-I have to go.” You really don’t, but the way your entire body is flushing, and your eyes are wide with panic. What else are you supposed to do? Running is what you do best. As if a lightbulb goes off, Jeongguk’s laugh reverberates behind you.

“Wait a minute, have you banged him?” Halt. You choke completely on your own spit; your trachea insults you while you cough up a storm. Goodness gracious. Why this? Why now? “You totally banged him didn’t you!? Holy shit.”

“So, what if I have?” You stifle another cough whirling to face him. “What the hell are you going to do about it?”

That’s when the air between you two immediately silences as if you gave him the challenge of a lifetime. Not even Tetra or Flounder are around to fill in the void. It’s as if you both are back in the elevator where the temptation became so alive, it was hard to ignore. It was irresistible. The only sound is your breathing as it increases after Jeongguk’s wine glass clinks against the counter. There’s a prolonged few seconds before it all becomes thunderous.  He makes his way to you as your purse slips from your quivering arm. Your breathing stops. His fingertips press to touch to the skin of your chest as he tickles circles. His eyes flit from your parting lips to the way your eyes start to show you’re imploring for him to not stop. He taunts you. Edging so close to you, his lips are barely on yours when he whispers, “I’m going to make you forget he exists.”

This time, you’re not letting him walk away from you. Not again. Not ever. Your palm finds itself gripping his shirt while you close the gap. The millisecond Jeongguk’s lips connect with yours, it’s electrifying. It’s as if somebody injected fireworks into your veins, shooting across your skin and awakening your senses ten times the normal, exploding across your mind, body, and soul. Your heart pounds so loud, you’re shocked if he doesn’t hear it. You’ve been with three other guys sexually prior to Jeongguk, but something about this is mystifying. Powerful.

His mouth moves with yours as you gasp into his kiss, letting him guide you until the back of your legs recognizes the arm of the sofa. His hand moves to tangle into your hair while you deepen the kiss, the tip of his tongue finding yours as he caresses it simultaneously taking his free hand to slip into the front of your pants, but you’re not ready for him to pleasure you yet. You want to show him what he will miss out on if he doesn’t choose you in the end. But you weaken when his heated lips press slowly and gently along your jawline, the arousal you feel drips, his fingers sliding further to slip past your underwear until he runs his fingertips up and down your heat.

“Oh,” he moans with a slight growl burying his face into your neck from how drenched you already are for him. “Holy fuck,” he hisses, trying to keep himself tame. You love the sound of his fingers sloshing up and down against you. But you want it to be you on him.

Shoving him back to give you some space, his hand flies from your pants and he watches you not expecting you to kneel. And not expecting you to fumble undoing his belt, tugging it out of his belt loops, he hisses in response to the point you see his bulge prominently inside his pants. Oh, the way your mouth waters instinctively at the sight of his erection.

Unbuttoning his pants, you yank them down to his ankles, releasing his erection from his underwear where you hum pleasurably at his girth. Your hands run along his thighs seductively; his eyes darken with lust as you connect with them naughtily. Your palm then slides around his length, stroking him agonizingly slow before you take him into your mouth. Letting his precum welcome your taste buds before you hollow your cheeks, the warm skin of his being ignites your arousal even more. His large hand moves to the top of your head where your strands tangle between his tatted fingers. That’s when you begin, bobbing back and forth as speedily as you can, basking in his moans at how amazing you feel. Your hands cling to the bottom of his jacket while you continue your bliss eventually releasing him from your mouth to push him onto the couch where his back plops upon the cushions.

You push his shirt up to visualize his toned abdomen before dipping down to continue sucking, moving your other hand to massage his scrotum, giving him every bit of pleasure, you can to make him crave you. To make him pine for you. Another trick is up your sleeve when your hand returns to his being, following up and down with your mouth while he tries every way not to cum before he gets the chance to pleasure you more. “Holy fuck,” He groans in satisfaction which makes you continue your fun.

Your tongue laps around his tip before you wipe the spittle at the corners of your lips away. When you’re about to continue, he raises, pulling you to his mouth as he kisses you more, becoming hungrier as he shifts you closer. You can tell your clothes are getting in his way for when he pauses, dazed, his hands start to tug at your pants, eventually freeing you from them as you help kick them off. The air in the apartment is colder than you realize. Goosebumps start flying down your legs as you try to regain your focus on removing the articles of clothing off Jeongguk’s top half. Eventually, all linens are plopped onto the floor and your naked bodies are starting to feel every inch of warm skin, captivating every sense, every cell, every emotion, every lustful bliss.

He pauses and you realize his fingertips have paused at the fading spot on your shoulder. The place where Jimin’s teeth sank in. Holding your breath, you see the guilt in Jeongguk’s eyes as his lips become ajar as if he wishes that it could have been him instead. You aren’t sure how to read what he is thinking, especially when he runs the tip of his thumb over the area. But, in the heat of the moment, his other hand slides to the back of your neck where he slightly grips the strands of your hair stimulating you to bite your lip. He tilts your head just enough to cover the spot with his own mouth, sucking harshly on the skin to place his mark. To regain his status. You’ve never seen something so hot, it’s sending immense tingles all through out your frame. He then sprinkles kisses across your chest eventually trailing to your breasts where his tongue flicks over your nipples and the top of his head tickles your chin. Your whimpers increase while he sucks each nipple tenderly, your fingers indenting his back, and the way your vaginal walls leak onto your vulva- you cannot wait for more of this man. Your eyes sweep his figure. His tattoos covering the entirety of his arm.

Goodness, his body is ethereal, and from the way he takes in the view of you bare, you can tell he feels the exact same about you. Your lips tingle for his. Dragging him to you, he crashes his lips to yours, a new addiction you both know will be hard to break. The way his body presses to yours so passionately, it’s as if you have waited your whole life to feel this good. You can still feel the way his lips bruised you on your shoulder, and you adore the way it lingers.

“My turn!” His fingers deliciously dig into your hips, he slides you closer to him despite the limited room on the sofa, and his eyes absorb how sopping wet you are for him even still. He traces his hands to your thighs when you feel your heat clenching fervently for the desire that is taking over your system. Jeongguk wastes no time swiping a finger, sucking your leakage before his tongue starts lapping up every bit of your taste. What really catches you by surprise is how he continues the fast movements, flattening and pointing his tongue seeing which gesture makes you scream for him more. In between, he sucks your clit, taking one hand to reach for the spot above your clit where he massages nice and slow simultaneously while he feasts. “Oh, Guk,” you sigh with elation. “Oh, Guk, yes! Oh my gosh, yes, holy fuck, ah-”

You hardly can contain yourself with how this man is loving your body. He refuses to stop until you feel the powerful jolt of an orgasm, gratifyingly overwhelming your brain as your thighs squeeze together. Jeongguk already pulled away with pure ecstasy of watching you come undone for him. You are so dizzy; you can’t help the way your feet sink into the couch trying to overcome the sensitivity. When you try to shift, to sit up, Jeongguk hovers close to where he whispers, the smell of you reaching your nose.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he says against your lips, kissing you quickly before carefully lifting his body off you. His hands slide along your arms as he tenderly guides you. Before you can question, he interrupts by kissing you again. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got a couple things I want to set up.” As much as you hate to admit it, your heat drips at the way he whispers this to you intensifying the elation. How many times does he plan to make you cum?

The anticipation as to what he’s about to do. What he’s about to show you. Your ears tune into the sounds of the refrigerator opening- his giddy footsteps jogging to the bedroom where you hear the start of running water. Not just a spritz from the shower… the jacuzzi. Holy fuck. When you thought of steamy sex, you never once thought about the jacuzzi. Your hands squeeze into your thighs, the sensitivity between your legs starting to dim. Your heat clenching around nothing as you feel your nipples bud against the chilled air now that his warm body hasn’t been wrapped around yours for a bit. You never really ventured with sex when you were with Hoseok. It was just the typical quickies before and after work depending on the mood with the occasional use of a vibrator. And with Namjoon, it was a drunken blur. With Jimin… It was just spicy vanilla with addictive kisses, but good enough to get the job done and not hesitate for a second round if there ever was to be a second round.

But with Jeongguk. He’s about to give you a night you hope to relive every moment you see him. When he steps into the living room after a few minutes, you had been biting your lip unintentionally, and you feel him kneeling when his tepid hands place on your knees to then gliding up your exposed thighs. He loves teasing you with his lips, talking against them to keep you on your toes. “I’m ready.” He whispers enticingly. You peel your eyes open, him holding your hands while he helps you stand.

When you enter behind him to his bedroom, you notice a golden bowl filled with ice cubes and bubbles from the jacuzzi mingled with steam is shown from where the bathroom door is open. “I didn’t know to buy rose petals and candles-”

“Oh, fuck that!” You gasp, grabbing his face to kiss him again and again. The excitement is so tremendous, his strong arms adhere you to his frame before he peppers kisses along your neck, sucking the skin before placing your back on his bed. Lifting your hands in surrender, he can have you however he wants. However, he needs you. His eyes trail to the ice cubes where he places one in his mouth taking a few long sucks. When you imagined ice play, you never thought you would actually get to experience it.

He then takes the ice and places it on your chest, the cold nips your skin in a pleasurable way and when he slides the cube onto one nipple then to the other, your shaky breaths echo within his bedroom. He then lets the cube glide downwards once your nipples stay budded till he pauses at the beginning of your vulva. “Do you want me, baby?”

“Yes!” You’re breathless, toes curling against the bed sheets, the cold of the frozen water bringing a subtle pain. “Yes, baby, please. I want you.” He lets the ice touch along your slit, causing your hips to rise involuntarily while he rubs it quickly, coating your heat with the chill. Just enough to absorb your taste. As you watch him intensely, he returns the cube to his mouth sucking more until he places it back into the bowl.

Without preparation, his hands, few fingertips cold, wrap around your thighs, shifting you to his starving mouth as he breathes in your scent. “You smell so good, baby.” He growls, his hair tickling your skin before his tongue starts to flick between your folds once more, the chill feel sending vibrations of desire up and down your body while you moan his name even higher than his previous feast. “Oh, Guk! Oh, baby! Holy fuck, you feel so good! Ah!” Your screams encourage him to flick faster, up and down his tongue presses, lapping up your juices while your hands dig into the comforter. Eyes rolling back, one by one, each of his hands reach to rub your nipples, rubbing so fondly while he licks you, making your arousal build even stronger, so intense, you can hardly breathe. His head makes swift movements while he continues to taste you furiously, not taking one moment to breathe himself. You feel another orgasm building, and before you can stop him, your hips buck to the amplifying sensation as the glint of you shines on his chin. He arches an eyebrow proudly as you melt against the comforter- completely and utterly gasping.

But he’s not done with you yet and you don’t want him to be.

He crawls onto the bed to hover above you, interlacing his fingers with yours that happen to untangle from squeezing the comforter. Still holding your hands, he then moves backwards, helping you up to lead you to the bathroom where he shuts the door behind him. Wherever he goes, you will follow. And so far, you are not regretting one bit.

The steam is still rising from the jacuzzi and when he pins you to the tub, he leans over you to press a button, the jets in the jacuzzi awaken and the entire bath is bubbling for you to enjoy. You smell yourself on his mouth, and when he kisses you again, this time it’s so loving. It’s soft. So mesmerizing, you can’t concentrate on anything else as his hands cup your breasts, rubbing your nipples so affectionately that your heat gushes below you as you moan helplessly against his mouth.

“Get in.” He demands and this newfound dominance is going to make you pounce. You tilt your head when you meet his knowing eyes.

“You first, Cigs.” His nose scrunching into the sweetest smile, you dizzyingly watch him step into the jacuzzi, letting the water engulf his frame before you find yourself joining, putting a leg on either side of his hips while you straddle him. His hands massage up and down your back slowly to gripping your ass. How much more stunning can this man be? When he said he was going to make you forget about the past, he wasn’t fucking kidding. And you are very much okay with that.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers suddenly and your heart swells at his words. Not only did he mean it, but you can feel how much he means it. It doesn’t take long for you to bring your lips to his after holding his gaze, eventually moving a hand to find his erection, posing above his length before he enters you causing you to gasp against his kiss before your body starts to move to the rhythm of his hips as he thrusts into you. The water splashes amidst your moans, him hitting your g-spot with every stroke.

Lips still locked to yours, Jeongguk wraps his arms around you before lifting you enough to lay your back against the other end of the jacuzzi. Water covers your body while the jets massage your skin as Jeongguk lingers above you, entering you once more, your arms hug behind his shoulders while he thrusts. His body molds so perfectly with yours, and you never felt so alive. His large hand moves to cradle the back of your head, kissing you so deeply that your head is spinning. You never want this to end. How he moves so beautifully within you. It’s enthralling. He is enthralling.

When he releases into you, the water washes him away, and he sighs into your neck while you two try to catch a breath.

“By the way, it’s Dory.”

Confusion hits you at his sudden, breathless remark. “What?”

“You called me Nemo. It’s supposed to be Dory. She has short term memory loss.”

Shoving him playfully, you splash water at him while giggles echo, him tackling you just to place kisses to your blushing face. You can’t imagine ever losing him at this point. For once, you feel promise even though a promise has never been made.

-

“You’re smiling.” Monnie says suspiciously as you dazingly exit your room.

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“It certainly is not. It’s about time you appreciate your life here.”

“I do appreciate it here.”

“Finally… Is it the blonde guy?”

Your eyes widen because you completely forgot that your sister has no idea about Jeongguk. “No!” You say quickly. “No, it’s not him.”

“Okay,” Monnie says slowly, placing her hands on her hips. “Well, something is making you act like a teenager, so spill it.”

“I will at some point just… Just not right now.”

Monnie groans in annoyance. “I don’t know what I have to do to get you to talk to me, but at some point, I need to know your life story.”

“But you do know most of it. We’re sisters, Genius.”

“The boring stuff. I want to hear the dirt. I’m nosy.”

“You wouldn’t be my sister if you weren’t.” You tease. “I will tell you everything when I am ready. It’s… a lot… Okay?”

Reluctantly, her arms loosen in defeat as she rolls her eyes, “Fine,” she drones.

To be honest, you hope to confide in LenLen as well. It’s about time you open to the people who you do trust very much. For the time being though, it’s been a few days since you last saw Jeongguk and he has been messaging you nonstop since then. You felt so bruised down there, especially when you both had intercourse the next morning before you left to go to work. Both were naked and finished brushing teeth, and you wrapped your arms around him from behind. Your breasts smooshed to his back. He couldn’t resist you after that. He lifted you up to where your legs linked around his body. The sex started rough once you reached his bed sheets but ended gently driving your mind wild. His touch is like lightning and he nearly cummed back-to-back when he saw a wet spot under you from where you released post orgasm.

You do plan to see him again, and despite the endless thoughts of him, you figure a nice walk around downtown is a good plan. Downtown is super close to the city but has a smaller string of stores. It’s a different scenery, something to keep your mind from cluttering. It’s been a few months. You don’t go as often because that’s where Hoseok would take you on special dates. You figure with his popularity rising from his newly released book, he may not be downtown as often, so you feel it’s safe to tread.

Goodness though, the way Jeongguk’s touch has encapsulated you into another dimension, you can’t stop thinking about him. Or his lips. Or his smile. Or his laugh. Or his tattoos, how beautifully they decorate his skin. The way he holds you… He’s a dream you hope to always have. Hands cuddled into your jacket pockets, the sun shining brightly in the sky, twenty minutes into entering downtown where cars slowly drive by and the ‘open’ signs flash on every window, you decide to enter one of the familiar shops you happened to pass. Life gets even stranger because when you enter what looks to be a beauty boutique, from the colors and setting you recognize it as one you and Hoseok used to frequent way back when.

“She had me come double check inventory. Just make sure we get more of the eye shadow palettes in. At least, that’s what she requested me to say.” Eyebrows scrunching, you have heard this voice before. It’s oddly quiet other than a radio playing, and your eyes trail to an employee nodding and scribbling down whatever was said. Your heart nearly stops when you see none other than Jimin talking to the employee after shifting through what looks to be a pile of mail. You debate running out of the store, but you never got Jimin’s number, and so you make it clear you really didn’t use him even though you kinda did accidentally on purpose, you make the haste decision to let him notice you. He hasn’t done anything wrong.

He spins around after checking over a few things and looks up at you when you clear your throat. The moment his eyes register who he is seeing, his face lights up. “Oh my gosh! Hey there!” Jimin out stretches his arms, pulling you into such a sweet embrace when he reaches you, and you can’t help but let the relief loosen your tense frame. You melt into him.

“Hey,” you whisper.

“How are you?” He pulls away slightly to read your eyes.

“I’m good… I’m sorry I never thought to get your number.”

“No! No, don’t apologize. I should be sorry. I don’t want you to think I’m that kinda guy.”

“Oh God, no.” You chuckle. “You are just fine.”

Jimin presses his lips together in concentration, his thumb rubbing your shoulder. “My sister had me check up on her store which is why I’m here.” He motions to his surroundings. “With the stress of inventory, I could use a drink. Wanna join?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” You say.

 -

When the strong liquid welcomes your tongue soothing your limbs once you swallow, Jimin eyes you as you twirl the liquid in the glass. The restaurant is nice and dimly lit and you are very thankful that you ran into him when you did. It makes you feel better about what happened between you two.

“I didn’t know you had a sister.” You say after a minute. Not that you ever cared to ask. “I didn’t know she owned a store.”

Jimin smiles, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah, she’s a pain in my ass but I love her.”

“I relate on so many levels.” You chuckle, knowing Monnie would give you a look that could kill with an arched eyebrow in tow.

“Is… everything okay between us?” Jimin is curiously watching you, his expression still concerned about everything. At this point, you both have swapped numbers, promising to keep in touch. With how much your heart pines for Jeongguk, you know you won’t give in to anyone else.

“Of course, it is.” You promise. “I really mean it when I say I enjoyed your company. I just have a lot going on.”

“I understand.” He says meaningfully. “Want to talk about it?”

Considering your answer, you swallow briefly. “My ex… of three years cheated on me. Moved here a year ago.” You continue explaining how you ended up with your sister and how you were heartbroken about being stood up at the bar and how you ran into your ex and his best friend at the bar as well. All in one night. Adding that you are glad Jimin was equally attracted to you and how the distraction really helped overall.  

“Holy shit, you slept with his best friend!? You are bad ass!”

“Oh God, I’m far from it.”

“Dude, no, that’s the best way to get back at a cheater. I’m telling you. Oh, and um,” Jimin leans closer to you with a confident look, his thick lips poised in a mischievous grin, “I don’t mind you using me for whatever you want. I’m honored I got to be your first after a year of abstinence.”

You giggle, smacking his shoulder playfully. “To be honest, I’m glad it was you too. You are so sweet. I mean it. If anything, I hope we can be friends.” You reach to squeeze his hand, him running his thumb across your knuckles.

“Agreed.”

“How long ago did you and your sister move here?” You wonder aloud. “I remember you said you had been here for a long while.”

“About two years, but I am roommates with Taehyung for now. He’s pretty head over heels for his girlfriend so I’ll probably be living on my own soon.”

“That’s not bad at all,” you encourage.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure I’ll love the space, but it gets lonely sometimes… My sister lives with her current boyfriend. I’m not the biggest fan, but he’s a successful novelist. Came out with a book literally like last week.”

Your eyebrows scrunch. What? “He’s… an author?”

“Yeah… I mean he’s a good writer don’t get me wrong, but her last boyfriend… She was with him forever and she did him so dirty. I felt bad for the kid.”

“Wait a minute…” Your head is spinning. This can’t be real. Calm down, y/n, it’s all just a coincidence. You are freaking out over nothing. “Wh-who was her ex-boyfriend if you don’t mind me asking?”

He opens his mouth to reply, but his phone, that has been laying right side up on the table starts to vibrate, a picture of a smiling woman shows. “Oh, that’s my sister.” He says, “Probably calling to make sure I took care of inventory. I should take this.”

“I- I have to go anyway,” you pretend to check your wrist when really stars are showing in your eyes, because that picture. Your mouth goes immediately dry. The shirt. The way her breasts are rounded beneath that shirt. Hoseok’s shirt. The shirt that went missing. The girl in the picture… she was wearing it. She was fucking wearing it.

“Hey, Min-a.” Jimin greets into the phone, waving goodbye to you, mouthing that he will text you as you dart away. Bile rises to your esophagus burning in its wake as you rush outside to the nearest trash can. Holy shit. You can’t breathe and you gasp between heaves. Everything is crashing down as you make the connection. It’s all coming together.

You never saw her face, but you saw her torso decorated with nice breasts and Hoseok’s shirt. Jeongguk mentioned that he was cheated on too and that she was with her new boyfriend who was going over a script with an actor… His stepbrother who is none other than Kim Seokjin. Hoseok has been writing for an actor who happens to be Kim Seokjin. Jimin personally knows Kim Seokjin. Hoseok is now out with a novel. She, Jimin’s sister, owns a store downtown, a store that happens to be one that you and Hoseok used to frequent because you loved their products, but when you left him, you never went back to that specific store. Meaning… he met her there. While you two were still together. But most of all, you remember how tense Jeongguk got at the mention of Jimin… Because Jeongguk knows Jimin. And then there was the confrontation Jeongguk almost had with the guy his ex-girlfriend cheated on him with who you can’t seem to comprehend it to be:

Hoseok.

This can’t be real. No, no this can’t be fucking real. You plead to the universe, wiping your lips with your sleeve as you try to keep the next bout of nausea suppressed.

Jeongguk dated Jimin’s sister who is now with Hoseok. The girl who he cheated on you with. You heard Jimin say her name. You can hardly collect your thoughts to think her name.

Min-a.

When the nausea starts to dull just for you to regain your composure. You run. You run home and you don’t stop until you burst through the door. Monnie and Yoongi are frantic when they see you, collapsing to the floor to catch your breath while tears stream down your face, sobbing as the pain shoots through your heart. Now, you have your answer. Nobody had to tell you. You accidentally stumbled upon it yourself. At this point, seeing the devastation pouring down your face, Monnie doesn’t give you a choice, she demands the truth. As Kenai rushes to sway his furry body against your legs to calm you, you confess and tell your sister and her boyfriend everything. From beginning to end- everything.

Finally, you let every emotion out, every secret released.

-

“So, you are saying that not only did you sleep with your ex’s best friend, Namjoon. You also hooked up with your ex’s new girl’s brother and her ex-boyfriend, too!?” Monnie connecting the dots while Yoongi’s mouth drops open in alarm. “Holy cannoli, if this isn’t the best revenge story ever!”

“I wasn’t looking for revenge!” You spew.

“Not with Jimin and Jeongguk you weren’t, but you have to admit, Namjoon was definitely revenge.”

“Well Namjoon, yes.” You agree with swollen eyes. “But the rest? I had absolutely no idea they were connected.” Your palm is plastered to your forehead, and though Jeongguk has messaged you and called twice, you’ve ignored everything. You don’t know how to approach the subject. Is his ex, Min-a, who is Hoseok’s girlfriend that he left you for, is she the reason Jeongguk kept walking away from you? Why he struggled at first giving into you? Have her and Hoseok been having problems? “No wonder why Hoseok was so… shocked.” You murmur. “I thought it was because I was kissing another guy in general, but it was his girlfriend’s brother.”

“Wowza.” Yoongi shakes his head in disbelief. “I can’t comprehend it. What a small world.”

“Now it all makes sense. They all know each other.” You speak. “That’s why they’re all connected. Holy shit.”

“I definitely know Kim Seokjin. Not personally, but we’ve seen a few of his movies.” Yoongi says crossing his arms, gesturing his elbow in Monnie’s direction.

“Oh yeah, how can we not know Kim Seok-” Monnie notices Yoongi eyeballing her playfully with a quirked eyebrow and she clears her throat. “I agree. They all know each other. Jimin and Taehyung are best friends who know Kim Seokjin because he is best friends with Taehyung. Kim Seokjin also knows Jeongguk because they happen to be stepbrothers and Kim Seokjin knows Hoseok because of the movie script and novel Hoseok wrote. Also,” Monnie takes in a deep, dramatic breath. “Hoseok knows Jeongguk because Hoseok stole his girlfriend at the time, and Jeongguk knows Jimin because he dated Jimin’s sister. Am I forgetting anyone?”

“My head hurts.” You groan.

“Ah, Namjoon! He is best friends with Hoseok and since he was in the same vicinity as everyone I have mentioned, he must know everyone. I’m sure he is familiar with Jeongguk because Hoseok probably told him.”

“You’re good at this.” You blurt. “Maybe you should be a writer.”

“I’ve dabbled a time or two.” She grins, holding a finger in the air. “And that concludes your shit show of a love life.”

“Thanks.” You roll your eyes. Yet, you couldn’t concur more.

When conversation finishes with your sister and her boyfriend, you feed Kenai and give him squishy hugs and kisses while he pelts his tail at you in annoyance. You don’t care how much he prefers his food over you sometimes, you want to give him kissies and he shall accept them. There is somewhere you want to be. Need to be. You just hope he will be there.

Ordering a driver after freshening up and putting on a light amount of makeup, you throw on some tennis shoes and make your way outside. Previously you were always uncertain of the destination you were going to go. But this time, you know exactly where you are going. He will always be who you run to. Jeongguk. You haven’t stopped thinking about him since the day you met him. It has all gone by so fast, yet there is plenty of time to become more than just a thought every other second. But, neither of you can proceed until the truth is told.

The drive feels tantalizingly slow as your leg bounces profusely in the backseat until you arrive at the bookstore. You swish some mouth wash from the mini bottle in your purse as you rush to the elevator after tipping the driver, spitting it into a bush before elbowing the elevator button. Your temples beat to your increasing heart rate. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, you recount everything. It’s time to lay it all out. No matter how risky.

Customers standing by on the third floor watch you zip past, and you try to follow your memory to Jeongguk’s door and when your feet stop before it, you inhale and exhale deeply to calm your nerves. You knock, letting your hope rise because you cannot wait to see him despite the words that haven’t been said. You hear running footsteps- and when the door opens, your breath hitches at his indescribable beauty. You see the way relief falls with his shoulders as he springs forward to hug you- pulling you into his home while the door automatically shuts behind you.

You take the time to hold him, bundling your nose into his warm chest while his hand moves to soothe into your hair. “Hey,” he whispers, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Where have you been? I’ve been super worried.”

“I know,” you murmur, squeezing him tighter. “I know. I’m sorry… Something happened.” You hear the rustle of paws running around the living room and you can’t help but smile at the reminder of the cats. Instantly your smile falls, however, because you know a serious conversation is going to take place. Shifting to step back, so you can see the entirety of his face, he tries to read your expression. He can tell something is wrong.

“I know how you know Jimin.” You can’t help it when tears brim, especially when you see Jeongguk’s body tense. As if he is trying to protect himself from unwanted memories. From heartbreak. He remains silent. “Min-a.” Your voice is hoarse when you say her name. Jeongguk’s hands move to slide into his hair while he sucks in his lips, squeezing his eyes shut the second he registers who you just named. There’s pain in his demeanor. Pain, you know all too well. “She’s who my ex-boyfriend left me for… Hoseok.”

Disbelief, the common reaction, is all over his expression while his lips part as if to speak, but he doesn’t. “Hoseok’s not an actor…” You murmur. “He’s a writer… He knows your stepbrother because he wrote a story he wants filmed with Seokjin as the lead.” You wet your lips. “I met Jimin the day I met you. And yes… I hooked up with him the night the bar opened, but I was so emotionally distraught, I needed something. Anything to distract me because I saw Hoseok there. And his best friend. And… I was devastated that you didn’t show up.” Your fingers touch to your lips as you try to keep your composure. “I had no idea who she was until today.” You admit. “Absolutely no idea.”

“I-” Jeongguk struggles to find the words, but he steps closer to you. “I think it will take time for the shock to settle, but…” He swallows. “I never meant to hurt you that night I didn’t show up.” You feel your tears panging hot trails onto your cheeks, Jeongguk moving to cup your face to swipe the tears away with his thumbs. “I was still battling with whether I should start over with Min-a. She kept trying to reach out to see me again, and I fell for it a few times, but the second I met you.” His forehead touches to yours while you take in his warmth. “The second I met you, there was no one else I could think about. Not even her. In a fucked-up sense, I wanted closure, too. I thought…” He pauses, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes. “I thought if I gave her a chance to explain, maybe that would be enough for me to move on, but… she never showed up each time she reached out. I knew I made a huge mistake what I did to you and when you were all I continued to think about I knew… I knew it was you I ultimately wanted to be with. I’m so sorry I broke your trust. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

“No-!” You croak. “No, it’s okay. It’s really okay.” You plea through the tears. His eyes well with them too while you both try to get through this pain. Together. “You were hurting, too. We were hurt by the same people. It’s all so unbelievable, I can hardly understand it.”

“Well, if I haven’t learned anything at all, it’s that karma’s a bitch.” Jeongguk forces a chuckle, brushing a slow, warm kiss to your lips. “I won’t let him hurt you anymore.” You feel the tenderness in his caress. His promise. This time clothes make a trail on the floor to his bedroom where your bodies cling together while love is made through the night. In the end, you hope he is the man that will mend your heart the way you hope to mend his.

No more goodbyes, Cigs.

No more goodbyes.

And that will be your promise.

-

Seven months later…

“Breathe, y/n.” Jeon Jeongguk reminds you as you take in a prolonged, shaky breath. The buzzing of the needle starts to reach your skin while his gloved hands gently touch your limb. “I promise you it’s not that bad. Do you see my arm?”

“I know, Babe. But I have never done this before. Cut me some slack here.” You whine. Closing your eyes, a prick of pain starts to tingle against your skin from the sharp darts of pinches leaving traces of black ink in its wake.

“Good.” Jeongguk encourages. “See, I told you. It’s not that bad-”

He notices you wince when he gets to a different area of your wrist where he is permanently inking your ‘delicate skin’ as you have been referring. You knew you always wanted a tattoo, but it took your forever to figure out what to get. When the idea came to get an ink print of one of Kenai’s paws, you jumped to it. Jeongguk, of course, pretending to be jealous, made it clear that he better be the one who tattoos you. The shop is closed for the day, but Jeongguk being one of the main artists, he’s allowed to do tattoos on his own time, so it is just the two of you in the facility.

You are astonished at how quickly it goes by. The needle stings, but the pain is durable. It definitely is not as bad as you anticipated. It only takes Jeongguk 45 minutes to complete Kenai’s pawprint on the underside of your wrist. “Alright, take a look and tell me what you think and then I’ll apply the wrap.” He sets the needle onto the metal table next to the chair you have been sitting in, and he takes off his gloves.

The skin is red, with small dots of blood as you expected from where the needle etched the ink, but you are blown away by how brilliantly Jeongguk did with your first ever tattoo. “It’s… It’s perfect.” Your voice breaks from the tears brimming. “I love it.” You smile wide.

He chuckles, elated by your response. “I love you.” Preparing the sticky wrap, he carefully places it, afterwards pressing a kiss to your lips. “You did it.” His smile lights up your entire world as he proudly kisses you again.

“Only because of you. I wouldn’t have survived with anybody else.”

“Yes, you would have. It’s not that bad. I told you!” Jeongguk teases, waving his tatted arm in your line of vision while he points at it with his free hand.

“Fine,” you drone. “I would prefer that it be you because it’s more special. Kenai is the love of my life aside from you.” Jeongguk quirks an eyebrow. “What? He loves you, too!”

“Are you sure about that because he’s really gotten Flounder wrapped around his toe bean.”

“He’s got you, too.” You wink.

You moved in with Jeongguk a few weeks ago, adapting to the new life. So far, it’s gone rather well. He may not throw his clothes in the laundry basket, but at least he knows how to make up for it later. Wink wink. You inwardly giggle. Though LenLen was sad to see you leave, not only did Jeongguk get you a job at the bookstore, but you are the store manager which is nice because on breaks, you can just chill at home.

Home being with Jeongguk, Kenai, Flounder and Tetra. The crazy cat couple. Nothing gets better than that.

Jeongguk on the other hand has returned to tattooing. Something he is so talented at that its mind blowing. You are so grateful for how strong of a bond you two have formed since the first day you met. As far as Hoseok, him and Min-a have broken up by the whispers on the street, but you have found a way to forgive him. Especially when he reached out to apologize for how he wronged you and how none of it was your fault. How he should have known Min-a never truly wanted him, and that you are the sole reason his novel became a hit. The day he met you at the park. How you inspired it. You aren’t sure if he knows about Namjoon still, but you are glad he didn’t mention it if he does. You figure he’d tear the book to shreds at that point, but you thanked him for his apology and that you are happy with someone else. Very happy.

Jimin is a friend of you and Jeongguk to this day, but he does not speak about his sister in either presence considering her name is still an open wound. You and Jeongguk are still working on the forgiveness for her, too.

“It’s so amazing.” You awe about your tattoo once more. Jeongguk reaches to hold your other hand. “You’re so talented.”

He shrugs. “It’s a passion… Thank you for trusting me.”

Your lips pull into a gentle smile. “Always and forever.”

Leaning forward, you kiss him again and again and again and again. You love that you can trust that there will not be a goodbye from this glorious human being before you. He will always be your hello the second you wake up, the second you come home and every moment in between. “I love you,” he whispers breathless between kisses and if there weren’t cameras installed for security, you two would be making love right here in this seat.

“I love you too, Cigs.” You whisper against his mouth. “I love you so much.”

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[wonysugar]

if you insist | jang wonyoung

synopsis: jang wonyoung, the biggest fuckgirl on campus, asks you, y/n l/n, an honors student, to study together after classes

pairing: scum!wonyoung x goodgirl!femreader

genres: college au, smut with plot lowkey and tbh that’s it help

tags: g!p wonyoung, college au, wonyoung is a fuckgirl, reader doesn’t know wonyoung has a dick, facefucking, cowgirl, wonyoung doesn’t care how reader feels in the beginning, wony is insufferable in this (sorry it must be said), some texting, reader and wony are both vers switches

warnings: none? just be mindful that wy kinda sucks at first but then we grow to enjoy her me thinks! (and she also has a dick so that’s that)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: i wasn’t originally gonna make her have a g!p but inspiration struck me and i just had to. also, sorry for taking so long with this!! i truly hope you enjoy it<3

“so, any questions?”

that sentence alone wakes basically most of the class up from their deep sleep, this is one of - if not the - most boring class in your program. every session of his is a literal snoozefest, you hadn’t slept well last night so this would’ve been your chance.

but you still managed to stay awake, you needed to ace this next test, keeping a streak of good grades is your main source of dopamine, so failing it was out of the question. well, it’s not like you failed any of them, anyway.

the class comes to an end and the students all pack their stuff to leave. as you put your books away, jang… wonyoung walks up to you? ‘what the hell does she want?’ you think to yourself. she leans on the desk and runs a hand through her long straight dark hair, her other hand inside of her gray hoodie’s pocket. you look at her up and down, then finally set your eyes on hers.

“what do you want?” you annoyingly ask her, grabbing your bag and jacket, her being the only thing holding you back from leaving.

“why so uptight, girl?” she grins, looking back at her friends as they laugh at this whole interaction. her friend group was a bunch of ugly frat guys, you weren’t surprised she associated herself with them though, she’s the exact same (just, much hotter). “i was just gonna ask you if you were busy later, baby.” not-so-subtly eyeing your every curve, even slightly tilting her head to catch a better glimpse of your ass, cheekily smiling.

you roll your eyes at the girl, “i don’t want to fuck you, wonyoung. now, if you’ll excuse me-“

then, she leans in, her taller figure towering over you and stopping you from moving forward, your heart skips a beat, despite you not really wanting it to, “who even mentioned sex, y/n? oh you totally picture me naked.” she smirks, peaking glances at your lips.

“get to the point. what do you really want?” you coldly respond, trying to not pay too much attention to her literally staring you down.

she backs up from you, chuckling as she readjusts her already good looking hair. “chill shawtyy, it was a jokee.” you glare, “anyways, i was just wondering if you wanted to study together later, back at your dorm? i barely listened in class, i’d like to actually understand the lecture this time.”

study together? actually understanding the lecture?? since when did this girl ever care about studies?

“oh, so now you’re trying to get good grades, jang wonyoung?” you say with a scoff, earning a playful smile from her in response.

“i guess that seeing you work so hard motivates me, l/n y/n.”

i mean, what could go wrong? if she’s really trying to improve her grades, then who were you to stop that? that would just be wrong of you. plus, it doesn’t look like she’s lying, either. you notice the hopeful look in her eyes, is she waiting for you to accept? you chuckled,

“i’ll think about it.” you say as you walk past her. then, making you jump, she slaps your ass before putting her hood on and jogging over to her friends, earning a high five from one of them as they all laugh. she looks over to you and winks, “see you later, mama.”

you can’t lie, that pet name sent a chill down your spine and you unfortunately couldn’t tell if it was a good one or not. could it even be considered a pet name? anywho, you walk to your next class, excited to see what the rest of the day brings you. and you kinda wish it involved wonyoung, because despite denying it, you did find her very attractive.

you’ll just have to wait and see.

-

after getting wonyoung’s number from your very ‘popular on campus’ friend, huh yunjin, you’re hesitant to text her. i mean, it’s not like your life right now is all that interesting to begin with, so maybe flirting with a fuckgirl is gonna help you kill your boredom.

smiling to yourself, satisfied with your decision, you grab your phone and type a quick message as you make your way to the exit. after saving her contact, you’re about to set your phone back in your pocket, and you get a notification.

she already responded? you open your phone and type out your next responses as you see her messages.

what?

and she just leaves you on delivered after that? what the fuck is wrong with her.. and what the fuck is wrong with you, why are you getting butterflies?? this is anything BUT cute. the typos? the winky face?? god you can literally visualize her smirk just from reading her messages. despite all of that, you giggle to yourself, but then quickly mentally beat yourself up for it. she’s just joking, is what you thought. you type out your dorm number and put your phone back in your pocket.

you get in your car then drive to your shared apartment. upon arriving, you immediately start rearranging the place. i mean, it’s not like she would care about your dorm looking pretty anyway, since hers probably doesn’t look any better. you’re doing this for your own self, you told yourself. thank god your roommate wasn’t home that day, you’d have a lot of explaining to do.

hours quickly went by as you cleaned up everything, you turn on your phone, reading the clock, 5:54 pm.

she’ll be here soon. you mentally prepare yourself, putting on different, more comfy-looking clothes, then proceed to sit on your couch. bouncing your leg up and down as you await the ringing of your doorbell, looking at the progressing time on your hanging clock. ‘why am i freaking out over this?’, you think to yourself. it’s not like you’re meeting a date, plus she’s probably gonna be late. reassuring yourself, you come to the conclusion that it’s because you haven’t received someone over in so long. of course you’d be exci-

ding dong!

quickly, you rush to your door and open it, finding the taller girl, wonyoung, leaning against the door frame. well, she’s surprisingly here on time. she’s wearing a backwards cap, a black zip up jacket over a white oversized t-shirt and some gray sweatpants.

you weren’t expecting anything grand coming from her, so the look doesn’t faze you.

she smirks at you eyeing her outfit, “did you miss me, bae?”, making you sigh as you roll your eyes, stepping aside to let her in.

“you’re on time, that’s surprising.” you say in a condescending tone. in response, she chuckles, taking off her jordan’s, “how could i keep you waiting?”

she steps foot into your house, observing everything, but only for a quick moment.

“damn, you keep this place neat though huh?” right as you were about to brag about being a very organized person, unlike her, she quickly cuts you off, “yeah sooo…. where your room at?”

you give her a look of disbelief.

“god, y/n, it’s so that we can study properly. who the fuck studies in the living room?” you process that for a moment and look away from her in slight shame, she probably didn’t even mean it like that. then, as you’re about to apologize,

“that text i sent you is still on your mind, hm? you’re cute.” she says, chuckling as she’s grabbing your waist, gently pushing you against one of your hallway’s walls. you unintentionally gulp, looking into her eyes, then at her lips.

“you want me to, don’t you? you want me to fuck your brains out?” leaning into you, she whispers against your ear. you can feel her hot breath on it, making you shiver. but instead of actually doing anything, she quickly steps away from you, a smirk plastered on her face.

what the fuck.

“no but seriously, where’s your room shawty?” she nonchalantly asks, as if she wasn’t all up on you not even 5 seconds ago?? god, what is with this girl? you just blink at her in complete disbelief and confusion, then lead her to your room.

-

“so that explains why that phrase could be interpreted as a lot of different things. does that make sense?” you ask her, her gaze instantly meeting yours, like she wasn’t looking at the book. was she even listening?

“…what are you looking at.” you coldly add.

“sorry, i wasn’t listening.” she smirks, still looking at you, eyes darting back and forth between your lips and eyes. you scoff, mumbling an annoyed i know as you close the book in question, sitting up. you’ve had enough, she’s driving you insane.

“look, if you’re just here to sit around and do nothing you might as well just leave. i mean, you’re not even paying attention nor are you fucking me right now, so this just seems like a waste of time.” you snap at her. in response, her eyes widen, she definitely wasn’t expecting you to be so blunt. she then grins.

“which one are you waiting for me to do?” she smirks, getting closer to you.

frustrated at yourself for even wanting wonyoung to do you in the first place, an annoyed “fuck you.” was all that could come out of your mouth.

“i mean, if you insist.” she smirks, and places her lips onto yours, forcefully and roughly. quickly, she brushes her tongue along your lips, asking for entrance. you part your lips, allowing her tongue to roam around your mouth. before you could even realize, she was on top of you, her jacket and cap off and her hard on pressing on your stomach.

wait. her.. hard on???

you quickly push her away in surprise. she looked at you, a confused look painted on her face. “what?” she asks you.

“y-you. you have a dick??” you hesitantly ask her back. it’s not that you were against it, quite the opposite, even. but, it just caught you by surprise. since when did she… okay, dumb question.

she scoffs in amusement, “I thought everyone knew that? why do you think straight girls like me so much?”

ugh, nevermind, she was so much hotter when she wasn’t talking. before you could say anything else, though,

“you wanna see it, y/n?”

you reluctantly nod, earning a sly smile from her. quickly, she grabs the waistband of her not-so-boner-proof sweatpants and pulls it down, revealing black calvin klein boxers, her cock poking through.

“take it off.” she basically orders you, making you glare at her. you didn’t like listening to anything wonyoung said, but saying you were horny would be an understatement and you didn’t feel like stalling. you pull the boxers down, making her throbbing dick bounce up at you before sitting up.

dear god, it was big. you couldn’t exactly blame the girls who begged to fuck her anymore, cause if you knew it was that huge before, you would have thought about it a lot more. it’s girthy and veiny while being slightly above average size. it’s weirdly pretty for being used to fuck a bunch of girls, you keep that to yourself, though. you don’t wanna inflate her already huge ego.

before she could say anything arrogant about her size, you put the head in your mouth, slowly circling your tongue around the tip. quickly, you work towards taking the entire length as she groans and throws her head back. suddenly, though, as you’re still sucking, she unexpectedly grabs your head and forces her cock all the way down your throat, earning a gag from you and a moan from her.

“you were going too slow.” she specified, groaning and relentlessly fucking your throat. you would never admit it outloud, but you loved the way she was roughly pulling on your hair, using your mouth to get off. it hurt your ego, your pride, being used by a fuckgirl like this, being used by wonyoung like this. it was degrading, but you still loved it.

you keep letting her handle you like this for a long while, working your tongue on her tip and shaft in the process of her moving your head up and down her cock. hair all on your face, you didn’t even bother tying it, you liked it messy, and she apparently did too. her moans and groans getting higher and shorter, her grip getting tighter, you can only assume that she’s getting closer to finishing.

“fuck baby.. you’re gonna be good and swallow it all, okay?” she said, still using your throat. soon enough, she lets out a long moan and you quickly feel her dick slightly throb, spurting out a warm and thick liquid everywhere in your mouth, it was bitter and salty. you pull away and she looks at you, smirking and expecting you to swallow, which you don’t wanna give her the satisfaction of seeing. you wanted to see how far she would go, what she would do to you.

when she sees that you’re not doing what she asked, “come on, swallow it, you bitch.” she tells you, grabbing your jaw and smiling at you in a mocking way. you probably look like a huge whore to her right now, cum slightly spilling out of your mouth and everything. you glare at wonyoung and swallow all of it like she asked earlier, all of her semen, keeping eye contact. in response to that, she chuckles and grabs your cheek, patting it. “atta girl, you’re hotter when you do what you’re told.”

you roll your eyes as she chuckles and push her back on the bed, eyeing her still very hard dick. in a swift motion, you take off your jeans and panties, hovering over her. then, you sit down on it, slowly taking in all the length.

“you a virgin?” she asks you, holding onto your waist.

“no, why? you think i don’t know how to ride di-“

she grips on your waist and unexpectedly pushes you down onto her cock, making you accidentally let out a loud noise, a mix between a moan and a yelp. it was painful being penetrated so fast, especially by something so big but the sensation was also.. amazing. before you could have the chance to ask her to go slowly, though, she’s already pumping in and out, increasing her speed progressively. okay, now, it hurts.

“can you go slower for - mmh - f-fuck’s sake..”

“no? you take things too fucking slowly, i’m here to cum, not fall asleep.” she grunts, still lifting you up and down her cock, using you like she would a fleshlight. you notice that she gets a lot more annoying during sex, meaner, even. and you hate to admit it, but you’ve also noticed that you seem to enjoy it a lot.

“fuuuck babygirl, you’re so tight.” she mumbles as she presses her thumb onto your exposed clit and plays with it, earning a whimper from you. you feel your walls clench around her as you roughly bounce on her, taking in all of her length.

she’s fucking you so roughly, magically hitting all of the right spots, as if she knows exactly where they are. you couldn’t help but let out the lewdest most shameless noises known to man, it feels too good not to. she definitely didn’t use her mouth for much, but god did she know how to use her cock.

after a while of you bouncing up and down on her, you already feel like you could cum, despite trying your hardest to keep it in, to enjoy it a little longer. a knot was starting to form in your lower stomach, fuck, you were so close, and the fact that she was fucking you so roughly nonstop was making it so hard to keep it contained.

“fuck y/n i’m about to cum again..” she whimpers out needily, once again tightly holding onto your waist. you can’t let her though, not yet. you grab her wrists and pin them above her head, preventing her from touching you. a confused but very aroused expression plastered on her face.

“you can wait a little longer, right?” you ask, but in a tone that basically makes it seem like an order. she glares at you, gaze full of lust yet worry. you could tell she liked the sense of being in control, and that she felt vulnerable in this state. she usually was doing the fucking, not whatever this is. and she was even more frustrated that she liked it.

she moaned, chest heaving up and down from the effort she’s putting in to not climaxing, especially inside of you. you ride her dick, changing the speed to your liking. sometimes moving painfully slow, making her sensitive tip throb at the sensation, other times riding it like there was no tomorrow, she felt it everywhere, your slick running up and down her entire shaft in a fast motion. “c-can i cum yet? you’re being so - fuck - annoying.” she messily asks you, the feeling of you bouncing on her making her stumble over her words.

“maybe i’d let you if you weren’t so goddamn impatient.” you say, moaning out the words.

you were making it so hard for her, she actually thought she would pass out. thankfully for her, though, you quickly get closer to finishing, the noises coming out of your mouth getting louder and higher. then, you feel yourself clench around her length.

seeing you like this, hearing you call out her name as you came all over her cock, it all just made her arousal grow even more. she really couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“y/n please get off i need to cum ineedtocu-“

“cum inside of me.” you interrupted, you were still coming down from your high and you needed her to fill you up. you were on the pill, but she didn’t need to know that yet. you wanted to see how far she would actually go. “w-what? are you fucking crazy what if i get you pre-“ you cut her off by lifting yourself up on her cock, then back down, earning a cute moan from her.

“fill me up, wony. do it.”

upon hearing those words, the nickname, her eyes widen and she bites her bottom lip, throwing her head back as she pants from all the different feelings she felt. she would’ve actually thought about it more if she wasn’t horny out of her mind at the moment.

a mind blanking orgasm hits her, and you can feel the familiar feeling of her warm thick juices filling up your cunt again as you both moan in unison. she rambles out fucks and oh my gods as she takes it all in. watching her become such a mess just because of you.. if you weren’t so tired, that would’ve definitely made you wanna fuck her again. poor baby has probably never even been edged by a girl before.

you watched her as she came down from her high, head still thrown back as she’s panting and heaving. then, she lifts it back up to look at you, smiling shyly. was this the same wonyoung you knew? because if yes, she got significantly cuter.

you laid down on her, resting your head in the crook of her neck. you didn’t even bother pulling her dick out of you, it felt comfortable, and honestly? you were way too lazy to.

“so, are you gonna be telling this to your friends?” you jokingly ask her.

“they’d never let me live it down if they knew you got me begging for you, girl.. so, no.” she confessed, making you giggle.

“also shawty, if you do get pregnant, just be aware that i will not be taking care of the baby.” she adds.

you hum, “you’ll still fuck me whenever you feel like it though, right?”

she chuckles in response, “i mean..

if you insist.”

#smut #kpop gg #female reader #ive #jang wonyoung #ive jang wonyoung #ive wonyoung #ive smut #wonyoung x reader #wonyoung x female reader #jang wonyoung x reader #jang wonyoung x female reader

[bellaveux]

more fuckgirl!wanda x reader , can we have wanda show her protective dom side

OFF LIMITS | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: wanda hates the way everyone is ogling at you, and makes sure to remind everyone that you are, very much, off limits.

content warnings: minors dni please. college au!, fuckgirl!sorority president!wanda, dom!wanda, jealousy, possessiveness, bottom!reader, smut! – mirror sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, fingering, marking/hickeys

word count: 3.28k

note. writing feels kinda all over the place am sorry,, i went both protective and possessive (they sometimes confuse me while writing loool) but i hope u enjoy it and ty for request!

Wanda was both a woman of contradictions and a force to be reckoned with. On one hand, she was a disciplined and hard-working leader, respected by her peers and admired for her dedication to the sorority. On the other, she was a party animal, a woman who loved nothing more than to let loose, have a good time, and charm women left and right. No doubt was she popular, with everyone from the freshmen to the seniors looking up to her as a role model. Her energy was infectious, and her spirit was unstoppable, as she flitted from one party to another, always with a smile on her face and a drink in her hand.

And her game was undoubtedly unmatched. With the tiniest twinkle in her eye and a sultry smile on her lips, Wanda could make even the most stoic person melt with desire. She was the object of desire for many who crossed her path, making her popularity with everyone on campus legendary, people drawn to her like a magnet. Enjoying the game of love, teasing and tempting those around her, she loved the attention, and always knew how to charm and seduce with ease. Her flirtatious nature was a part of her, an extension of her personality, and it was something that she enjoyed using to her advantage. It was a game that she played with finesse and skill, a dance of words and gestures that left those around her breathless and wanting more.

But while others voluntarily gave her attention, there was only one person she wanted, and that was you.

You and Wanda always had an undeniable attraction towards each other, a magnetic force that seemed to draw you together, no matter how hard you tried to resist. There was a tension between you two, a spark that ignited every time you were in the same room, eyes locking, and bodies leaning in closer. It was as if you shared a secret language, a hidden connection that only you and her could understand, and that seemed to grow stronger with every passing day. And yet, despite your chemistry, you were not together, and it seemed as if you would never be. Much to Wanda’s disappointment, you have always rejected her pursuits and advances. Unlike her, you valued the time you spend with another person, wanting more than to be a fling. You wanted love from someone who adored you, someone who made you feel special, and initially, you didn’t think Wanda could be that person.

Wanda stood at the edge of the crowded sorority party, drink in her hand, eyes fixed on you. The room was alive with music and chatter, but for Wanda, it all faded away into the background as she watched as you entered the room, greeting everyone who came up to you with such gracefulness. Wanda always knew you liked to look good, but God, why did you have to wear something as sexy as that? The black dress hugged your curves in all the right places, the skin on your back completely exposed for everyone to see. Wanda was entranced, her heart beating faster as she felt the pull of attraction towards you. She tried to look away, to focus on something else, maybe on the girls who were already talking to her, but no one could compete with you, the woman who had captured her attention completely, dependably each and every time. Wanda couldn't help but admire the way you moved in that dress, with a grace and poise that seemed effortless. And as your eyes met across the crowded room, Wanda felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body just right before you smirked and turned away from her, returning to your friends.

And so, she watched you all night, unable to focus on the rest of the people around her, who wanted her attention. She was too captivated by you, like she was under a spell, and couldn’t do anything else but stare.

Soon, she noticed that she wasn’t the only one who saw you. Of course, she wasn’t. Everywhere you walked, between the sea of people, heads turned and eyes followed, as the other people in the party looked on in awe and admiration. Your beauty was almost surreal, a dream-like quality that made you seem like you were from another world entirely. You, like her, were popular in the way that everyone on campus wanted to be with, but no one could quite capture. And Wanda wanted to have the honor.

She watched as all sorts of people came up to you, asking to dance, for your number, and introducing themselves like they even had a chance. As the seconds passed, Wanda’s jealousy grew. You would throw that pretty smile of yours their way as you politely rejected them. Some of them would even become quite touchy with you, and Wanda hated being the one to watch on the sidelines. She wanted everyone to back off, tell everyone that you were hers, a territory no one shall trespass.

And when you allowed a bubbly freshman, dressed in an all black suit, named Kate, to stay a little longer than Wanda would’ve liked, touching you softly down your back as you spoke and drank from the cup she had gotten you, Wanda decided to take action.

“Don’t touch her,” Wanda said firmly as she stood closely behind you, watching the younger woman immediately pull her hand back off of you.

“Wanda,” you warned, glancing up at her, cautiously eyeing her with your sly eyes for her next move.

Kate watched the interaction carefully, seemingly finding it hard to butt in under the sudden tension that Wanda had brought along with her, “S-Sorry… Hi, I’m Kate.”

Wanda said nothing, and instead, she threw a tiny, bitter smile at her before turning back to you, her hand slowly creeping up your waist. You did little to stop her touch, and if anything, you found yourself leaning closer. It never surprised you how good Wanda was at being territorial and overprotective she was when it came to you, and under your facade, you found it attractive.

“Do you think I could steal you away for just a second?” Wanda whispered into your ear, but loud enough for Kate to catch.

You put your cup down against the counter of the bar and smiled artfully, shaking your head at her, “Uh, actually, Kate and I were having a conversation here, so I really don’t think you can.”

Wanda hummed in annoyance, taking a moment to glare at you as you turned back to the other woman. She felt a pang of jealousy in her chest, watching you and this Kate interact as if she wasn’t even there, and she wanted nothing more than to drag you away from her and all the lingering eyes that were currently still on you. At this point, her blood boiled at every little thing everyone did around you.

“Kate,” Wanda tried again, more firmly this time, as if steam was coming from her ears, face almost red with anger. “Do you mind?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, no— of course,” she laughed awkwardly, backing up as slowly as if she had just angered a lion.

And so, Kate left, much to Wanda’s satisfaction, but it did much to fuel your irritation towards Wanda’s actions. And right when she left, another person came up, as if they were in line to talk to you, but instead, Wanda shot them a deathly glare, and they immediately backed off.

You sighed and turned towards the counter, rubbing your temples without even looking at her, “What is wrong with you?”

“I just did you a favor,” Wanda scoffed and folded her arms as you moved away from her. “She wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you, (y/n).”

“Why is sex the only thing on your mind, Wanda? I was just talking to her. Like a normal person,” you tell her, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, come on, you and I both know what she was doing,” she said. “She was all over you.”

She couldn't help but feel possessive over you, and the thought of anyone else touching you or even flirting with you was enough to make her feel sick to her stomach.

And finally, you turned to her and smirked, your chin in the palm of your hands as you looked up at her through your eyelashes, “Mm, and why is that so important to you?”

“You know why.”

You, in fact, did know why. After all the times Wanda has chased after you, trying desperately to get you to accept her advances, you never did, not wanting to be a part of her seemingly long list of women that she played with. No, initially, you decided you’d do the playing, teasing her without any further intentions afterwards, and it only made her want you more. But at this point, you longed for Wanda’s touch, despite how infuriating she can be at times. The undeniable attraction you had towards each other tied you together, and Wanda only wanted you all to herself.

You shook your head once more and stepped forward, bringing your hand up to flatten out her collar neatly, “It’s kinda cute when you’re jealous.”

Wanda said nothing to deny that and instead, she clenched her jaw while savoring your touch, feeling the tips of your fingers graze her neck softly.

She stood close, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to keep her cool. But you were teasing her with the way you stepped forward, looking up at her with those pretty eyes in a way that made Wanda's frustration grow with each passing moment. It was maddening, the way you played with her, toying with her emotions. Wanda felt a surge of anger rising within her, a fire that threatened to consume her if she didn't do something about it. She tried to maintain her composure, to keep a cool head, but it was no use. Everything you did and said was like a knife, cutting deep into Wanda's heart and making her ache with desire.

Ultimately, unable to take it any longer, she grabbed your wrist and dragged away from the bar, away from every single person who eyed you, through the crowd and into the hallways where she pulled you into one of the many bathrooms in the whole building.

Wanda wrapped her arms around your waist, her front pressed up against your back, holding you close with her lips barely grazing the skin of your neck and her hands running down the sides of your dress. This damn dress. The way it clung to the curves of your body, the fabric draped in such a way that showcased your back, revealing just enough to keep her wanting more. The sight of your bare skin was tantalizing, and Wanda felt a flutter in her chest as she pressed up against you.

“I don’t like the way they keep staring at you,” Wanda confessed as you watched her slowly pepper soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder through the reflection of the mirror.

Your eyelids fluttered closed, reveling in the softness of her lips against your skin, “What are you going to do about it?”

And you felt it — a smirk against your shoulder, making you realize what you had suddenly gotten yourself into. Wanda squeezed your hips with her hands, proudly looking at you through the mirror as if she were savoring the moment she now had you all to herself, in her arms, in her hands.

“I’m gonna remind them that you’re off limits.”

Surprisingly, Wanda was being so gentle, kissing and sucking at your skin softly, marking you, littering plenty of hickeys down your neck and shoulder, and you watched her do it in the mirror. You watched when one of her hands would travel up from your waist to wrap her palm around the swell of your breasts, fondling them eagerly, making you hum a moan in satisfaction. Her other hand found its way down to your thighs, moving slowly under your dress. You couldn’t help but watch again, the sight in the mirror almost making your knees give out, as Wanda moved the hand that was on your breast down to the hem of your dress, bunching up the fabric to pull it up your thighs.

Her fingers finally traced the hem of your panties as she watched your face carefully in the reflection. You looked so pretty like this, practically melting in her arms, lips parted with your eyes closed, as she played with you. After a second of admiring the way you looked, Wanda brought a hand up to grab your jaw, turning your head towards her, before leaning into you for a sloppy kiss, opening your mouth as she pressed a finger to your clothed clit. You moaned into her mouth, giving her perfect chance to slide her tongue into yours, immediately falling in love with the way you tasted. Oh, Wanda just couldn’t wait to have her way with you.

“You’re so wet for me already,” she whispered in your ear, fingers still playing over your clothed sex. “I’ve barely touched you yet.”

“Wanda,” you breathed, eyes closed as you laid your head back against her shoulder.

“No, baby, open your eyes,” she smiled into your cheek as you followed her instructions. “I want you to watch when I fuck you.”

You didn’t know how your knees didn’t just give out the moment she said those words. Not wanting to disappoint, you made sure to keep your eyes open as best you could, watching how her hands moved underneath the fabric of your dress. When you finally feel her fingers slipping into your panties, Wanda moans against your shoulder, her eyes rolling back as she feels the wetness of your pussy. You were practically dripping.

Without wasting another second, Wanda pushed two fingers into you with ease. You moaned softly, immediately clenching around her as she curled her fingers into you, pressing against the sweet spot in your pussy, which she seemed to have no trouble finding.

“You can do better than that, baby,” Wanda whispered, fingers suddenly pumping in and out of you at a brutal pace. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“Mmh–W-Wanda,” you moaned out, holding on to her wrist as she fingered you. “Oh, fuck!”

Her second hand was brought into play shortly after, using it to rub your clit roughly, making you jolt against her, legs shaking, and your slick slowly traveling down your thighs. The sight of you writhing against her in the reflection was almost too hot for you to look at, always turning your head away, only for Wanda to grab your jaw and turn you back to face the mirror. You were tight around her fingers, and Wanda couldn’t help but groan at the fact, staring at you through the mirror as you came undone on her fingers.

You shook erratically as you came, unable to think about anything else but the orgasm she had just given you. That was until you felt her pushing in a third finger into your leaking hole without any warning. You tried to push against her, to ask her to give you a second, but something about the way her eyes looked in the mirror as she stared at you gave you a feeling that she would just keep doing whatever she pleased.

So, you let her, no matter how sensitive you were.

“That’s it, baby,” she groaned. “Being such a good girl for me.”

“Please, please—“ you whined, not sure if you were begging for more or begging her to stop.

The stretch of her three fingers was enough to make you chant her name like a prayer as she fucked you through your first orgasm. She was knuckles deep into your squelching pussy, curling them in a rhythmic pattern against your sweet spot, and it made you wonder how you were still standing. Her fingers piston in and out of you, bringing you to the edge for the second time tonight, making your bones feel like jelly. And finally, you arch your back against her, coming right on her fingers once again, screaming her name out without a care in the world, knowing everyone outside the door must’ve heard you.

But Wanda kept going. She continued to finger you, lost in thought after watching you come twice in the mirror, your cunt gushing so loudly, it’s embarrassing.

“Look how pretty you are, (y/n),” she cooed, using her other hand to grope your tits.

“I- I can’t, Wanda, p-please—“ you whined, gripping onto her tightly, unable to watch yourself through the mirror anymore. “T-Too much, please!”

“But you're so pretty when you beg. Why wouldn't I just keep going and going and... going?”

And so, she does. She fucks you until you can barely stand anymore, when your knees buckle, and she has to hold you up with one arm around your waist and even then, she still keeps going, and you’re sobbing at the overstimulation. You almost nearly fall and curl in on yourself, but Wanda made sure to keep you steady, bringing you to the edge another time, and another… and another.

By the end of it, you laid back against her, holding you up completely as your legs have given out. Your eyes were heavy, threatening to close as Wanda soothed out your dress with one hand, kissing you softly down your neck again, this time over the prettiest purple bruises that littered all over your skin. Her lips were warm, soft, and settling as she kissed you. She took in the sight of you with her eyes locked onto you through the mirror; you had your eyes closed, heavily exhaling, hair ruffled and messy, and yet, you looked like the prettiest mess ever. Her pretty girl.

“You’re so perfect,” Wanda whispered lovingly into your ear, her breath ticking your skin. “I don’t like having to fight for your attention.”

The way she said that last sentence was kind of sad, in the way that it hurt her feelings, and you could only hum in response as you slowly but surely regained your composure, shifting slightly in Wanda’s arms. You always knew Wanda was the jealous type, maybe overly jealous, but you found it endearing how she endlessly chased after you, how she still wanted you after tonight.

“You really don’t even have to, Wanda,” you tell her softly, trying to stand upright, wobbling slightly as you did so, to turn and cup her face with your hands. “You know everything I do is so that you can keep your eyes on me.”

“It works every time.”

You chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to her lips, melting when she smiled into it, “That’s why I do it.”

Wanda took a moment to look at you after you pulled away from her lips. Your lipstick was smudged, spreading slightly down under your bottom lip sexily, making Wanda want nothing more than to kiss you again. And nothing was stopping her, so she did. She was happy, finally being able to have you like she had always wanted and knowing the fact that when you walk out of this bathroom, everyone will see all the marks and bruises Wanda left on you. Because of it, she felt a surge of satisfaction as she pulled you close, determined to show everyone outside just who you belonged to.

That way no one would even dare to try to take her woman again tonight, reminding them that you were hers, and hers alone.

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#bellaveux writes! #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel x reader #elizabeth olsen #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch #marvel #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x reader #avengers #avengers x reader

[jjkeverlast]

bloodline | jjk #3 (m)

-> pairing fuckboy!jk x fuckgirl!f.reader

-> genres/aus slow burn, friends with benefits au, smut, humor, angst and college au

-> summary a relationship was the last thing you wanted, but having wild and experimenting sex? now that was something, and jeon jungkook is there to give you simply that. as long as either catch feelings... but that won't be hard for you knowing you'd never go for a guy like jungkook, although jungkook might have another opinion about you. let the (fun) begin!

-> word count 4.8k

-> warnings dry humping | grinding | oral (m. receiving) | rimjob rimjob, oh did i mention rimjob?! lmfao | oral (f. receiving) |🙅🏽‍♀️ if ass play is not of your taste, this isn't for you! 🙅🏽‍♀️ oh and we cannot forget, sub!jk :')

-> author's note hi? 🤥

masterlist for bloodline

jungkook🙄: wyd rn [3:46 am] 

You rub your eyes, squinting as the light shines directly into your eyes. When you catch onto the text, you mumble under your breath. 

“You have got to be kidding me.” 

you: i’m sleeping [3:48 am] 

you: thanks for waking me up idiot [3:48 am] 

jungkook🙄: sorry baby [3:48 am]

jungkook🙄: go back to sleep it can wait [3:48 am]

Okay, now you’re curious, so to keep yourself awake you crawl upwards, leaning your back onto your headboard. You know this is his way of keeping your attention, by giving you a tiny taste of something he wants, which increases your curiosity. 

you: too late for that [3:49 am]

you: tell me [3:49 am]

jungkook🙄: you sure? [3:49 am]

jungkook🙄: it can wait dw [3:49 am] 

you: jungkook istg [3:50 am] 

jungkook🙄: all right all right [3:50 am] 

jungkook🙄: so remember last time when you sucked me off? [3:50 am] 

The event he’s referring to, happened not even two weeks ago. Of course you remember, and the surprise piercings he showed up with. Fuck, that nipple piercing is still deeply engraved in your mind. But then you also remember how he fleeted with an attitude, when you kindly asked him to leave after he got what he wanted. It was indeed weird. He’s not even bringing it up, almost acting as if it never happened. 

you: how could i not?? [3:50 am]

you: you do know it happened not even two weeks ago right? [3:50 am]

jungkook🙄: well excuse me for asking [3:50 am]

jungkook🙄: but [3:50 am]

jungkook🙄: fuck how do i say this [3:50 am]

you: lmfao why are you so nervous [3:51 am]

you: it’s just me dude [3:51 am]

you: we’ve seen each other naked so many times pls [3:51 am]

jungkook🙄: shut up [3:51 am]

jungkook🙄: you did something [3:51 am]

jungkook🙄: when you went down on me… [3:51 am]

You take a moment to think. Did you do something different? Not that you’re aware of— or, wait. Does he mean…

you: when i licked your perineum?? [3:51 am]

jungkook🙄: yeah why did you do that [3:51 am]

The response makes you guilty, especially since you did it out of curiosity, aching to please a man in different ways than just a blowjob. When in reality, you hadn’t even thought about what Jungkook would say to this. Yes, you made an agreement that this was strictly sex and to explore different things, but rimjobs were never a topic. Maybe Jungkook sees it as taboo, many do, which is why rimjobs are rarely spoken of when it comes to a woman doing it on a man. 

you: sorry koo [3:52 am]

you: i was just curious [3:52 am]

you: next time i’ll promise to ask before acting on instinct [3:52 am]

you: it was never my intention to make you uncomfortable [3:52 am]

jungkook🙄: woah woah woah [3:52 am]

jungkook🙄: slow down babe [3:52 am]

jungkook🙄: that’s not why i asked [3:52 am]

you: what???? [3:52 am]

jungkook🙄: i asked cause… [3:52 am]

jungkook🙄: i haven’t stopped thinking about it [3:52 am]

Oh. 

Your eyes open wide, re-reading his message as if it isn’t real. Jeon Jungkook has been thinking about it? He’s been thinking about your tongue elsewhere than on his cock? 

jungkook🙄: did i freak you out [3:53 am]

you: no no just didn’t expect it [3:53 am]

jungkook🙄: yeah sorry maybe this was a bad idea [3:53 am]

you: jungkook. [3:53 am]

you: you’re not the only one who’s been thinking about it [3:53 am]

jungkook🙄: i’m not??? [3:53 am]

you: no…[3:53 am]

you: was just unsure if i should bring it up [3:53 am]

jungkook🙄: i can admit that i’ve been repulsed by the idea [3:53 am]

jungkook🙄: but fuck [3:53 am]

jungkook🙄: it felt so fucking good [3:53 am]

you: you liked it?? [3:53 am]

jungkook🙄: babe i might’ve liked it too much [3:53 am]

jungkook🙄: i’ve been watching porn about it cause i was in doubt [3:53 am]

jungkook🙄: now i’m just.. curious about it [3:53 am]

Is he suggesting…

you: yeah? [3:54 am]

jungkook🙄: yeah even though it makes me fucking nervous just thinking about it… [3:54 am]

jungkook🙄: but i definitely want to [3:54 am]

jungkook🙄: with you [3:54 am]

You lose your breath for a second. Never in the months of casually fucking around with Jeon Jungkook, had you expected for him to be so open about rimjobs. So open, that he’s texting you at almost four in the morning about it. But it’s happening, and just the idea of Jungkook lying beneath you, letting you run your mouth wherever makes you wet. 

Fuck, you really wanna try this. Even though you’re not certain how exactly it plays out, you do. It’s something new for you both, and just when you had tried other things for the first time, there was great communication and a whole lot of orgasms. So, in the end you’re not too worried. 

you: fuck [3:54 am]

you: me too [3:54 am]

jungkook🙄: will you come if i asked you to rn? [3:54 am]

You don’t even hesitate before replying. 

you: be there in 15. [3:54 am]  read

Saying you’re nervous would be wrong, it’s more excitement you’re driven by as you move towards Jungkook’s front door. As promised, you’re here fifteen minutes after your last text, his apartment only being a few miles from you. 

It’s lucky for you that Jungkook lives alone, which also explains why you mostly fuck at his place, but lately it’s been at yours. Not only did it result in Cho-hee catching you both in the act, but you had to sneak him in as well — twice! 

Finally, you bring yourself to knock, letting the excitement play with itself as you await for Jungkook to open the door. When he does, you don’t expect to see him in nothing but his black sweatpants. Literally, nothing else. 

“Hey–” Jungkook notices how your eyes stay glued on his shiny nipple piercing, smirking when you realize he’s caught you ogling. 

“Don’t say it.” Jungkook holds his hands up in surrender, chuckling when he moves aside, letting you step into his entrance. 

Jungkook stands patiently, watching you take off your shoes and coat, and that’s when you notice how long his hair has gotten. His hair curls neatly behind his ears, tucked by a headband and fuck, that has to be the hottest thing… along with his piercings you’ve grown very fond of.

You’ve barely stepped inside when Jungkook grabs ahold of your waits, pulling you so your chests knocks into his. 

“Wha—“ 

Jungkook kisses you, slow, almost like a peck and pulls back. His forehead keeps itself leaned onto yours while he softly smiles. 

“Well someone’s impatient.” You comment, making his eyes roll. 

“Been hard ever since our conversation.” His hand moves down lower, onto your ass, grabbing it to push you close so you can feel— and yeah, he wasn’t kidding. 

“Shit.” You mumble under your breath and he hums in agreement. 

“Bet you’ve been wet as well.” His voice is so low, it goes straight to your core, only making it worse for you cause you haven’t even been here for two minutes and he’s already pushing all your buttons — which will result in you becoming extremely impatient. 

Instead of agreeing to his statement, you kiss him again, longer this time. He complies, opening his lips wider so you can trail your tongue on his lips as you push it in further. It’s wet, messy, warm and you really need to move to a bedroom, or you’re going to end up asking Jungkook to strip down in the middle of his hallway. 

“Come on.” He pulls you by the arm, trailing his hand down to intertwine your hands, as he guides you to his bedroom. 

Every light in the apartment is off, only his night table lamp still turned on. The room is just as you remember it… very Jungkook. Dark walls, furniture, posters of his favorite bands and white sheets. 

He decides to lay down first, sitting up right as he leans on his headboard. You join him, straddling his lap as you go back to kissing him like you did in the hallway. This time, you grind down, feeling how hard he is under you with every motion. God, you’ve missed this. 

His upper body feels hot and warm under your palms. Your fingers trail further down, tracing the outline of his abs. You can’t believe he’s this hot. Sure, it occurred to you the first time you spoke to one another, but with time it’s really made you realize how great he looks. 

Jungkook has a habit of biting down on your lower lip, always managing to make you moan when he does. The nibbling sensation afterwards has to be the best part as you’re still able to feel it afterwards. 

The more he bites, the more you grind down on his covered cock, feeling the outlines as it stretches you out, despite the thick fabric standing in the way. You need it gone. 

“Take your pants off.” You breathe out, as you pull away, noticing how flushed Jungkook looks from only kissing you. 

You help him out, pushing your hips upwards, so he’s able to take off his pants. He leaves his boxers on, probably to tease you or maybe he just loves edging himself. 

“You too.” You nod, moving away from his lap to take off your checkered pajama pants. Jungkook giggles when you whine in frustration when the edges of your pants refuse to pull down. 

“Don’t laugh.” 

“What? It’s cute.” You scoff in annoyance, finally managing to get them off. 

Therefore you return back on his thighs, your covered core rubbing more thoroughly on his hard on. Jungkook bucks his hips to meet yours, your clit pressing down on his tip and shit how come that feels so fucking good?

“Fuck—“ You whine as you pull your lips away from his. 

“Baby. Fuck, wanna eat you out.” Jungkook runs his tongue on your neck and down to your cleavage but this was supposed to be about him. 

“Not now. Wanna taste you.” You hear the gulp Jungkook does at your words. 

“O-okay.” You’ve never seen him like this, all shy before which is probably due to him trying something he never thought he would. It is something that’s slightly strange to many, you’ve been composed to it as well. Until your friend from back home had told you how it was when she went down on her boyfriend. It made you curious, looking up on the internet regarding the infamous rimjob on men. The people speaking about it were mostly women, explaining their own experiences in detail and some open minded men as well who were very open to share how it felt. Somehow as time went by, the idea didn’t become that ridiculous, only tempting. 

Thankfully, Jungkook took the same road as you, with porn of course. It could be a good thing, having visuals directly and seeing if you’re into it, but for you it was more than that. You wanted to know how it felt, for the ones receiving and giving and it sounded hot. 

There’s a certain comment you’ll always remember. 

“My boyfriend has never been loud in bed, always keeping his mouth shut, until I gave him a rimjob and he was fucking whining.”

You thought it wasn’t real. How could you when the only partners you’ve had in bed were quiet, keeping it sufficient with low pants. Until, you took a risk, in your very own bedroom floor and licked Jungkook’s perineum. The sound is still clear as a blue sky, light and choked up. It might’ve been the best sound you’ve ever heard from Jungkook, although he’s been very keen on dirty talk and making you aware of how good it feels for him when he fucks you. No, this was completely different, as if he truly couldn’t hold it in and it simply slipped. 

“Do you have lube?” Jungkook’s brows furrow at your question. 

“Lube? What do you need that for?” 

“You know, if you ask for my fingers…” You’re teasing him and he notices it when you start to chuckle before he falls for your trap. 

“No. No fingers in my ass, I’m serious Y/N.” He’s tense in his voice, certain that he would never ask for such a thing. 

“We’ll see.” You send him a wink before you move downwards, letting your tongue run freely on his exposed chest. You glance down at the nipple piercing, noticing it’s healed better than the last time and you’re holding everything in you not to run your tongue on the metal. Instead, you run it over his non-pierced one, softly biting down on the nub. The vibrations from Jungkook humming in pleasure course through, making the tip of your tongue slightly tingle. 

Reaching the waistband, you look up to make sure this is what Jungkook wants. It’s not that you don’t trust him, people can easily back out when they’re in the moment, but Jungkook only perks his eyebrow, internally asking you why you’re pausing and that's enough of a signal that he wants you to continue. 

With a swift pull, you relieve his cock from his briefs, leaving it exposed on his abdomen as you kiss and bite onto his abs. Jungkook tries his best not to move but he’s impatient himself, especially when your cheek brushes against the length of his cock. 

“Please, baby don’t tease.” 

“Jungkook, we’ve been hooking up for months. You should know by now that it’s my favorite thing to do.” He knows you’re right, since the first time you’ve gotten your hands on each other, you’ve been on a winning streak with teasing him whenever the chance stood. 

“I hate you.” He says with a smirk, all while you join in with another wink sent directly to him. 

“No,” you grab ahold of the base before continuing, “you don’t.” 

“Fuck, you’re gonna fucking kill me one day.” Jungkook breathes out, pleased by your fingers just curling around him. You haven’t even moved your hand yet it still makes Jungkook react as if you did. You and your little temptations… they might actually kill him one day, he’s not wrong. 

“Maybe,” you make the first lick, it’s long, slow and wet all the way to his tip, glistening with pre-cum. It adds a certain pride in you, even though this isn’t the first time you’ve made Jungkook wet by barely doing anything. He keeps telling you it’s because you’re a tease, but deep inside your heart, something itches which is a sign there might be more to it. You don’t have time to dwell on it too long, wanting solemnly to focus on Jungkook and every part of him. 

Enough teasing from your side, you give him exactly what he needs. Good fucking head. Lips and tongue trailing on every edge of his cock, making it all wet before the warmth of your mouth engulfs him. Jungkook grabs onto your cheek, loving how he’s able to feel the edge of his cock in your mouth while you move your head up and down. 

The strokes are slow, along with your mouth, only blowing him to get him a bit more comfortable before you run down lower. Jungkook seems more at ease, pleased with what you’re doing now that teasing is out of the question. Some part of you wants him to beg for it, or just ask nicely for you to do it yet you’re not sure he’ll ever manage to do it. 

It already took him two weeks to just admit he’s curious about trying it. 

After getting his cock nice and wet, you release it with a pop, moving downward to his balls, licking them and rolling your tongue flatly on them. 

“Ah— yes, fuck.” Jungkook moans at the touch, being overly sensitive yet loving your warm tongue on them. 

You carefully take one in your mouth, letting it rest in your mouth as you slowly suck inwardly, cautious with not using teeth. 

Jungkook fucking loves when you get all messy, not caring where your mouth is on him. His usual hookups were afraid of playing freely with his balls, focusing only on his cock which yes, felt good but there’s something about the rest too that feels completely different. So, when he met you, and you didn’t even think twice as you went down on him, running your mouth everywhere — he knew that it wouldn’t be the last time he’d see you. 

Now he’s here, months later, sprawled in his bed with you in between his legs as you do everything that feels good to him. Yes, Jungkook is a fuckboy, and yes he’s mostly known for his wonderful one night stands all over campus but fuck, you’ve always been worth more than that. Everything about you feels like a drug that he can’t get enough of, desperately aching for it. 

Jungkook tries his best to keep calm when he sees your head lower, your mouth kissing his perineum softly. But he’s nervous, too nervous to look you in the eyes as you’re about to do it. 

“Wait.” You stop immediately, removing your face from his crotch. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Y-yeah, just let me—“ Jungkook looks around, grabbing the pillow to his left and hugging it. 

“You can continue now.” He closes his eyes, waiting for that simple touch of your tongue on his rim but it never happens. Jungkook removes his pillow, looking down at you with a confused expression. 

“What?” 

“I just didn’t expect for you to want to hug a pillow when I’m about to eat your—“ 

“Don’t say it. Please, I’m nervous, okay? This is a big no touching territory for me. But I trust you, and if anyone does it, I want it to be you.” Jungkook has never been more certain in his tone. He definitely knows he wants to do this with you and no one else. Because, he never really got to know his hookups, until he met you. 

“It’s okay to be nervous. Just know we can stop at any moment, I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.” You run your hands on his thigh for comfort and the touch does help calm down Jungkook’s burning nerves that have only become worse. 

“I want to.” He grabs his pillow again, hugging it, letting you do what you’ve been curious about — the same for him. 

“Okay.” You trust him as well, that he knows, so when he doesn’t say more you return back to your previous position. 

The night lamp is helping you see only a glimpse of Jungkook’s untouched hole. It looks pretty, and without thinking twice you do what you’ve been wanting to do for months, languidly stroking your tongue on his rim, just once. 

“Nghn—“ You hear from above you, a fucking whine. You don’t continue, waiting for Jungkook to say something. 

“Holy shit what the fuck?!” He sounds speechless, too stunned about his own noise that slipped past his lips, meanwhile you only feel yourself grow wetter. 

The sound was so pretty, so gentle…

“You okay bub?” The nickname just slips out, Jungkook feeling his cheeks grow hot from it. 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He is, it felt fucking good and you haven’t even properly eaten him out yet. 

So you do it again, a long stroke with your tongue on his rim, coating it with your saliva. The sounds from Jungkook only continue from every action you pursue onto him. You’ve become addicted to the high pitched breathless noises that escapes Jungkook’s mouth due to your tongue. 

It doesn’t even taste like anything, you realize quickly. Probably because Jungkook deep cleaned before you arrived, scrubbing as well as he can, because that’s all it tastes like, soap. You're grateful that he took it into consideration before letting you, making it much easier for you as well to enjoy. 

“F-fuck— Oh.” Jungkooks fists tighten on his sheets when your head moves sideways, letting the tip of your tongue glide back and forth on his opening. 

It sounds like his voice is barely able to make a sound, choking the last minute before he relishes into a pleased hum. He’s so loud, fuck your mind can barely stay focused on pleasing him when he sounds like this. 

The noise is indescribable, floating all over the room as you continue even though your neck is starting to cramp. You’re going to keep doing this until he finishes all over himself. 

“Feel good bub?” You question, your hand traveling upwards to tug at his balls and rub down on his perineum. 

“Y-yeah, fuck, so good. So—“ He chokes up the last sound, sounding like he’s lost his breath for a second and your core begins to ache, needing something before you’ll end up losing your mind too. 

You ignore it for now, remaining your mouth on Jungkook, shifting between circling your tongue to flattening it out. If only you could reach lower, you’d be able to maybe even enter your tongue inside of him. 

“Bub?” You stop what you’re doing, catching Jungkook out of trance as he pants, still trying to realize what exactly is happening. 

“Could you pass me a pillow?” Jungkook only hums, throat probably starting to dry out from his choked out moans that are able to strain his veins in his neck fully, as everything just slips. You’re imaging what he’d look like, brows furrowed, eyes closed, mouth gape and head leaned back on his pillow. 

Jungkook cuts off your imagination when he scoots upwards, handing you the pillow. 

“Thank you. Lift your butt.” His eyebrows shoot upwards at your question, but he’s too dazed to question it, so he obeys, lifting his hips carefully so you can place the pillow beneath him. 

“That’s good baby. Thank you.” You kiss his inner thigh, catching onto the blush on the tip of Jungkook’s ears before he disappears behind his pillow again. 

The angle is much better for your neck, feeling it strain less as you return to Jungkook’s hole, who’s now glistening in your spit. You’re aching to touch, but you stop yourself, knowing this is already way out of Jungkook’s comfort zone to have your mouth on there. 

Jungkook hums at the first touch, his hand roaming down to his cock who’s desperate for his touch, so he complies, tugging down on the semi wet skin after your mouth has been doing wonders on it. 

The pleasure only increases when he feels your touch circling around while he strokes his cock in languid motions. Shit, he might not last long. 

Somehow with Jungkook touching himself it’s made him less tense. You noticed it the first time your mouth finally explored his rim, it was extremely tight. Now, it opens up a bit and finally you get to do what you’ve been waiting for, fucking him with your tongue. 

You suck on the outside, collecting the courage before you slip it in, just the tip. 

“H-holy fuck…” Jungkook chokes out breathlessly, too overwhelmed to form an incoherent sentence. 

You let it stay, lips closing down on the outside of his hole. Until you feel the first movement, Jungkook shamelessly grinds down on your tongue. 

You hadn’t expected it. You really truly thought it would be you controlling it, yet here he is, grinding down on your face, showcasing how desperate he is for more of it. So, simply you give in, your head moving with his movements, working him up as much as you can. 

“I don’t—“ Jungkook tries to speak despite his mind being too gone at the moment. “I’m not going to last long— shit.” 

He’s truly felt this before, the sensation of something so warm and wet that’s not his cock, but he doesn’t regret it. No, frankly he thinks he might’ve become a tad bit obsessed with this sensation that it highly won’t be the last time he’ll subtly ask for it. 

Fuck, how are you so good with that mouth of yours? Jungkook truly wonders. 

The speed you use turns quicker, messier, your nose and chin now covered in spit as you rub every part you can on him. 

“Yes— baby m’ so close.” Jungkook strokes faster, the slick sounds from his cock joining the slurping sounds you’re making. Hearing Jungkook be so wet, makes you moan against his hole, sending vibrations into him and that’s the last straw for Jungkook before he comes undone on his pillow and lower stomach. 

His thighs are still trembling from his orgasm, so you caress him softly, before pushing away and meeting him eye to eye. 

You never should’ve, because Jungkook looks so fucked out. The headband hangs loosely, his long hair curling on the pillow case. The front of it is covered in sweat, along with his forehead and neck. His pupils are blown out, as if he’s high on something. He just looks extremely pretty like this. You never saw the day coming when you’d find Jungkook anything but hot, but yeah no, he’s fucking gorgeous. 

“I think I might’ve passed out for a second.” He admits, making you laugh as you grab onto the pillow his arms are hugging loosely, removing it to see his cum covered abs. 

“So it was good?” You tease, already knowing the answer but your pride wants to hear it. 

“Good? Y/N, it was fucking incredible.” 

“Maybe it’ll let you open up to the possibility for my fingers next time?” You’re hopeful, wanting to do more than just eat him out. You want to touch him places he never has, making him finish untouched. 

“Absolutely not. Nice try though.” You pout at the response and Jungkook laughs before giving you a gentle kiss. 

“Now, can I eat you out?” He’s still slightly panting yet he still wants to please you. Holy fuck who even is he? 

“You don’t have t—“

“I want to. Need to.” He moves forward, kissing you once more, slower this time. You follow his tempo, tilting your head when he does. 

Jungkook doesn’t warn you when he flips you both over, so he’s now hovering above you. It’s not that you don’t love Jungkook going down on you — you live for it, but you’re exhausted. Jungkook can probably tell by the droopy eyes he’s met with. 

“I’ll be quick.” You nod, wanting to desperately come. 

Jungkook keeps his promise, going straight down to your cunt. He’s surprised when he sees the dark patch on your thong when he’s about to touch you. 

“Did that really make you this wet baby?” Jungkook’s curious. 

“Yeah, you sound so pretty.” You’re blaming the fatigue for spilling such a personal detail. 

Jungkook’s mouth drops when your words sink in, not responding to them but putting his mouth to good use instead. 

He moves your thong to the side, his tongue now running in between your folds. You forgot how good it felt to have his mouth on you. Jungkook has always been a fucking expert when it comes to where he should touch you. 

With a few sucks to your clit, you’re already shaking, warning him you’re about to come. Jungkook continues, humming against your core as he rubs his face as deep as he can. 

“F-fuck Jungkook!” You moan loudly, coming undone all over his tongue. He really wasn’t kidding, that was indeed quick. Maybe the fastest orgasm you’ve had. 

“Good?” You hum, dropping down your legs who are shaking after your bliss. 

Jungkook settles back next to you, breathing heavily himself. 

Neither of you say anything, just staring at the ceiling in silence. 

“I should probably go.” Yet you’re too tired to move. 

“Yeah… or you could stay?” 

Yes, you’ve been with Jungkook for a while but never have you slept at his place. Whenever the act was done, you were back on your feet, grabbing your clothes and leaving to go back home. 

Now, he’s suggesting you stay which surprises you, because you’re actually considering saying yes. You’re too tired to move, heavy eyelids making it hard to protest against his idea. 

“Okay, I’ll stay.” 

Jungkook sighs, scooting closer to you so his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

When it clicks for you that you’re cuddling, the only thing you can think is:

We’re so fucked. 

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CHAPTER 2: DOUBLE DOSED

HEATED

≛ modern!eddie x female reader x modern! steve

≛ summary: a week after being stranded on the side of the road with eddie and steve, you finally figure out what you’re going to do. Can the boys agree to what you have planned?

≛ THIS CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE FIC

≛ chapter warnings: MODERN AU, 18+ only I can’t be anymore clear about that, fuckgirl! reader vibes, Steve’s kind of a dickhead, oral m & f receiving and giving, mentions of birth control, reader gets eaten out by a girl, drug use, mention of alcohol, modern themes including texting, snapchat, iced coffee, crumbl cookie lmao etc, no y/n used, readers nickname is taff or taffy (bruh I hate using y/n catch me using any dumb nickname) Eddie picks reader up in a hug, real simpy Eddie behavior.

“I just don’t know Robin,” you explain, pulling literally at your hair from the root, “what should I do?” 

Ever since that day in the back of Wayne’s truck, you hadn’t had a single night of peace. Both Eddie and Steve were blowing up your phone. Begging for your attention. It was flattering at first. Two of Hawkins hottest at your beck and call. Each vying for your undivided, not knowing that they were competing for it. 

“Quit squirming,” Robin says in a huff between your legs, her mouth blossomed red and slick with spit, “I’ve been down here for thirty minutes and you aren’t any closer to coming than when I started.” 

Her apartment was hot and sticky, the oscillating fan on its last leg, and you were both stripped down to nothing to keep cool on your planned girls day in. A day to forget about the boys stressing you out and for Robin to get away from her annoying ex. And just like how it usually happened with her, you ended up snorting lines and making eachother buzz with orgasms. 

“Ugh, sorry,” you say annoyed, leaning up on your elbows to see her pretty face, “I just can’t relax.” 

“Tell me about it,” she says around your puffy clit, the tip of her tongue flicking it like a snake. 

You had made the boys swear to secrecy that they wouldn’t tell a soul about what had happened. But you didn’t promise anything. 

And the moment you had gotten home, you sent a text to Robin explaining every single detail, down to girth and length. 

“I think, you should date them both, try em out, what’s the worst thing that could happen?” 

“You think so?”

“Yeah, now please shut up, you’re taking forever and I’m bored.”

-

The next morning you woke with a smile on your lips. Any turmoil left in your mind on your decision had gone with Robin’s idea. 

The alarm clock on your bedside table illuminated 9:15AM and before even slipping your toes into some slippers, you sent two text messages to two recipients. 

The normal routine of your morning commenced without fail, washing your face, scrubbing your body in the shower, putting on light makeup before making a pot of coffee. 

Eddie arrived first, his motorcycle echoed loud off the parking lot as he backed it into a spot against the sidewalk. His dark curls were honeyed by the sun, a bag of Chinese takeout in one arm and a dozen roses in another. The prettiest dimples displayed on his stupid gorgeous face. 

“Hey beautiful,” he smirked, wrapping you in a hug and kissing your cheek. He smelled like muted cigarettes and bourbon cologne. The creak of his leather jacket echoed in your ears as he lifted you off the ground into a bone crushing hug, making you squeal.

“Sleep well?”

Before you could answer his smile had faded into a scowl when the door swung open and Steve stood at the threshold.  Wielding a pink box of gourmet cookies and two iced coffees, his wire framed Ray Bans pushed into his hair. 

“Munson,” he greeted, nodding to his friend in that jock head jerk. Stepping around him, Steve sets the coffees on the counter and gathers you into a hug, kissing your neck and whispering that he had missed you. 

His golden retriever vibe of tanned skin and forest colored eyes bore through you when he licked his lips. 

You pull away and smile at them. They both look so good but in completely different ways. 

Eddie’s tattoos were peeking out from under the tight white shirt he was wearing, as was a silver chain necklace. 

You were practically drooling to get your lips on his skin again. 

Steve was in light colored shorts and a casual button up, exposing the dusting of chest hair that your fingers ached to be wrapped in. If you had your way you’d take them both right here right now but that’s not what today was about. 

“Why are we both here, baby?” Eddie asks, setting the bouquet and the Chinese food on the counter, pushing away the pink box of treats from his competitor.

“It’s obvious.” Steve says with a smirk pulling on his lips, “she’s gonna let you down easy and go out with me.”  

“Always so cocky,” you tsk, trying not to look at the way his shorts are cinched at the zipper. 

You look between them, big doe whiskey colored eyes stare at you in longing, while the mossy floor ones squinted with a smirk. 

 “We need to talk, and rather me having this conversation twice- I figured we are grown ass adults and can talk about what happened.” 

Eddie nods and crosses his arms, leaning forward to not miss anything you were about to say. Meanwhile Steve leaned a hip into the wall, checking his phone. 

“Before I stroke your egos, you both know you’re hot, so I’m not going to tell you how fucking great that day was.”

“fuck yeah it was,” Steve chimed in, adjusting his length in his shorts. 

Eddie blushed a pretty salmon and shot you a wink. 

“But— I’m not choosing between the two of you, I can’t, ask Robin, I about gave her a brain aneurysm yesterday trying to figure it out.” 

You were the one on the verge of an aneurysm when you came allover her lips but that’s another story. 

“So, we’re gonna do this with no strings, no feelings, just friends hooking up and playing around. Cool?”

Eddie’s eyes fall to the tops of his boots.

“So let me get this straight,” Steve gaped, eyebrows pulled in, “you’re going to go out with the two of us... at the same time?” 

“Yeah, kinda what you do with every hussy in town Harrington.”

Steve’s gears are grinding but Eddie hasn’t said a word. 

“What the fuck Taff?” Steve huffs in annoyance. 

you banter back talking to him like he’s a child, “what’s the matter Harrington, don’t like sharing?”

“Rich boys are used to having their way.” Eddie gloats. 

“Oh fuck off,” he pours, “what about sex? Or is this like a PG thing, eating pizza at Chucke fuckin’ Cheese?” 

You cross your arms, and lick your lips, “oh we’ll be fucking, but not until you’re clean, both of you.” 

Eddie’s eyes finally perk up, he hasn’t been with anyone since last year and he was checked three months ago. 

“Oh come on!” Steve whines, “MaKenna is a virgin, and Blair and  Nicole have only blown Tommy since being with me— no need to fuck anyone else catch my drift?” 

“Sorry Harrington, I’m not risking catching anything and giving it to Eddie because you fundipped your way across campus. Show me you’re clean and it’s game on.” 

He pouts, “Jesus Christ… I’ll even wear a condom, c’mon.. I swear I’m clean.” 

“What the fuck is this 1990? I have an IUD, just get clean and we can do whatever you want.” 

Eddie feels like he has the upper hand for the first time since arriving at your apartment, “W-when does this start, sweetheart?” 

“Right now,” you shrug, “ I know you had to take off work today so I’m yours, see ya tomorrow Stevie.” 

“Such bullshit.” 

“Don’t worry buddy, I’ll take care of her while you’re off swabbing your pee hole,” Eddie says with a wave to his friend,  cockiness in his stance. 

“Be nice, boys.” 

You don’t expect what happens next but Steve grabbed your wrist and twisted you into him, kissing you square on the mouth just as firm as he did in the bed of Wayne’s truck. Rough and giving no grace he leaves you spinning even after he’s left. 

“Text me if you get bored with this one,” he says, licking his bottom lip to get one more taste of you as he walks through the door, “bye.” 

You cross the kitchen to the counter, lips still buzzing from Steve’s kiss. You pull out two forks from the proper drawer and rip some paper towels from the roll. 

Pulling out the white cardboard containers of Chinese food from the plastic sack, you plate them with shaky fingers. The fork in your hand slipping every once in a while and clanging loudly into the ceramic plate. 

“Hungry?” you ask over your shoulder.

“Starving actually,” Eddie says, “but there’s something I wanna do first.” 

You tear open a foil packet of soy sauce between your teeth and squeeze it all over the fried rice, “yeah, and what’s that?” 

Not noticing how close he was to you, his hands rest hotly on either of your hips, fingernails grazing the cotton of your shorts.

In a quick spin, you’re suddenly facing him, fork in one hand, soy sauce packet in the other. His eyes are impossibly dark, and a twist of a smirk lays on his pretty lips. 

“I wanna kiss you.” 

His lips ghost over yours and your tongue reaches for his lips but is met by nothing.

His breath fans across your lips, the sweetest of pouts escapes you, and his adam's apple bobs in his throat, swallowing your annoyance, “not here.” 

His fingers tease the waistband of your shorts, cold steel of his rings icing into your skin, dipping into it with a tentative touch. 

The zipper of his leather jacket bites into your palms as you pull him closer into you, and just like that day on the side of the road, it felt easy with Eddie.

You share the same bated breath as his fingers plunge deeper and push your underwear out of the way.  Between your slick folds he teases at your clit with his middle finger, swallowing the pretty noise you emit. 

“Wanna kiss you here,” he said with a thick fingered flick against your clit making you moan through your teeth but lips,  “need to taste you, again.” 

You moan his name and he helps you wiggle out of your shorts in a hurry. Feeling like you’re possessed at the sight of him dropping to his knees on the cold linoleum of your kitchen floor, like a sinner praying for mercy in a cathedral—you’re practically begging for his tongue where you need it most. 

Two weeks ago you and Eddie were just friends, and now he’s pulling the prettiest noises from you that would make the angels sick with worry,  

His lips kiss your thighs feverishly in his travels. Dark curls tickling against the spit from his sloppy mouth. Every sensation in your body was screaming, and you cursed out loud when he hooked your leg over his shoulder like a guitar strap. 

His eyes didn’t leave yours as he pushed this tongue into your slick, flicking against the hood of your clit, “so fuckin pretty baby, been seeing her in my dream for a week.” 

Nerves wrecked already you’re practically a puddle at his simping words, trying like hell to balance on one foot and carving your nails into the underside of the counter. But Eddie’s face could have held you up alone. 

He’s buried in your pussy. The happiest of graves. Nose, mouth chin- gone. All you can see of him down the plain of your own body are his curls. But you can feel him everywhere. 

Devil's tongue stuffed between your legs, thrashing and lapping up like a mad man starved. His groans vibrate around you and your legs quake. His fingers are pushed deep in the well of your velvet walls, another circling your ass and putting the tiniest bit of pressure there making you cry out. 

His name falls from your lips like a chant, faster and faster until your orgasm peaks and blinds you, your body losing all control from his tongue, your knuckles go white when you grab his hair, holding him right where you need him. 

“Fuck,” he groans, wrapping his lips around your sensitive clit once more before he adjusts your panties back into place. Your fingers ache from the grip you had on the counter and in his locks. 

Kissing the delicate fabric around the apex of your thighs, he whispers softly, “I could do that everyday.” 

He helps you step back into your shorts, that glorious tongue poking out in concentration, and he looks up at you with a shy smile, standing and holding your hands.

“With a tongue like that, I might let you.” 

“Don’t tease me Taffy, I’m still hard.” 

And now it was your turn to be needy. You pull the lapels of his leather jacket into you and you kiss his slick coated lips, he tastes like you and the salty soy sauce that was still on your lip. 

Kissing Eddie was different than Steve, he painted your mouth the same way he lapped at your folds. If you never caught your breath— that would be fine with you. Your head spun around his web and you were tangled in it. 

His hands wrap around your back and one holds your face. It was deeply passionate, and your heart was bursting, your lips move to his neck and you suck and bite a mark into him, and he whimpers when your kisses go small. 

“This is gonna get cold Eddie,” you say against the column of his throat. 

“Let it, I’ll buy more.” 

You grin into his skin and he laughs when you tickle his sides, “c’mon,” you urge. 

And Eddie gets in one last kiss before breaking away, pulling your lip down with his thumb, and you shudder at the way he looks at you as if you’re the only girl on the planet, “if you say so.” 

-

The Chinese needed to be s microwaved but it was still good., The hunan pork was tender and juicy, and the lo mein noodles were to die for. You and Eddie sat side by side on the barstools and talked like you always had. He had a gig this weekend and when he asked if you were coming you said of course you were, a quirk to your brow. 

“Alright,” he said, putting alot of effort and concentration into twirling a noodle with his fork, “just wasn’t sure.” 

You leaned forward and kissed sauce from the corner of his mouth, and your core ached and pulsed at the sight of his boyish grin and blushing cheeks. 

“Wouldn’t miss it, even if it is Steve’s night.” 

He accepted a bite from your fork of fried rice, and almost melted when you held pinched fingers up to his mouth of a ripped piece of crab rangoon. 

“We’re still cool, right?” he asks after crushing the bite between his teeth, his eyes watching you put your fingers in your mouth and nodding. 

“So c-can I ask you something as a friend?” 

His brows are pinched in a furrow and you know he’s uneasy about something. 

You slurp a noodle into your mouth and talk with a mouthful, a hand in front of your face, “spit it out, Munson.” 

His fork clanks on the plate as he sets it down and gives the plate away. He runs a hand through his hair, and leans on his elbows and picks at his rings. 

“So, why— I mean, why the both of us. You and Harrington can’t even stand each other.” 

He was right, before last week you and Steve could barely be in the same room together, and now you were agreeing to fuck with no strings attached. 

“It’s physical with Steve, like pure animalistic instinct. There’s no thoughts, and I think us hating each other just makes it that much better.” 

Eddie’s weight shifts on the stool and his eyes never leave his rings, spinning them in a nervous habit. 

“So you don’t like him like that?” 

And the truth of his question falls through but you refuse to answer it, you have your own questions to ask, you toss the paper napkin onto your plate and mimic his actions, pushing it ahead on the counter. 

“Eddie.. are you jealous?” 

You leaned into him, the pads of your fingers daintily walking up his thigh, your eyes blink slow in a lazy seduction and fuck he’s practically putty in your hands. 

He licks his lips feverishly, suddenly hot around the collar and his heart hammered a rhythm loud enough to make a tune out of it. 

“N-no,” pppft he stammers, “I’m not jealous,” he tries his best not to catch your eye but once he does those hersheys bars give him away and a bubble gum blush tickles his cheeks. He clears his throat with an ahem, and raps his knuckles on the counter. 

You stand and wiggle between his legs, pressing one hand further into his crotch and the other on his chest, toying with his necklace, your finger skating the pick left and right the chain making a zippered like noise. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” 

Eddie is floored, wilting like a flower— all the oxygen and water ran out from the                                                            √≈petals. His mouth was almost glued shut, it’s so dry, Sahara would be jealous. 

Your lips pucker behind his ear and the filth you’re whispering to him sends shivers down his spine. It’s lust  licked and heavy, want me to touch you, or do you wanna touch me? 

He answers with a dry groan and a swallow, and his hands find your hips spinning you around,his lips ghost over your neck and you throw your head back into him, pushing your ass into him to feel the swell of his bulge in his jeans. 

He’s rutting into your doughy ass, his fat cock loving the friction you’re bouncing against him, you move your hips and grind further into him. 

“Fuck baby,” he moans hot against the shell of your ear, catching in his throat. 

His hands creep under the hem of your shirt and skate against your skin, the smooth of his nails electrifying each touch. They work along your curves, his big thick hands touching every inch of your skin, rubbing along the lacy edge of your maroon bralette. 

The pads of his thumbs graze against your peaked nipples and you exhale. You're surrounded by the sharp spice of his cologne, the muted cigarettes clinging to his jacket, it encompassed you, held you like a hug and had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. 

It felt too good. His lips hummed against your neck, vibrating hot and sending goosebumps along your skin, and you wanted more. Needed more. 

You followed his hands, tracing the veins on the tops of them with your fingers, pushing your palm flat against them, making him squeeze at your tits, and you purred out his name, a shade away from whining. 

Fuck you wanted him so bad. And judging by the firmness of his cock beneath your asscheeks, he wanted you just as badly. 

You spun quickly, grabbing his hands and leading him to the couch, his lips were red from sucking on your neck, bangs were pushed up awkwardly from the position his head was buried into your shoulder. He looked drunk, enamored with something you didn’t recognize.

The leather of his belt was heavy in your fingers as you unraveled it through the buckle and the first loop on his jeans. His eyes never left yours as your fingers flipped the button and pushed his jeans down his hips. 

He shuddered a breath when your hand cupped him in his boxers, the velvet of his skin soft and warm in your soft grip. He was bigger than you remembered, thick like a stout of beer.

“Christ Taff,” he breathed when you stroked him fully, the pad of your finger running over the vein that ran along his cock. 

You looked at him through your lashes as you lowered yourself to the ground, dragging his jeans and boxers with you, “this what you wanted big boy? Wanted me on my knees for you?”

He hums and holds your chin, brushing his thumb across your lips. 

Licking the tip of his thumb, you hold his heavy cock in your hands, stroking his shaft slow then fast, “you’re so big, Eddie.”

He swallows his next words when your tongue circles his head, collecting the precum with each devilish swipe. You stick out your tongue to show him the pearl in your mouth, and he almost combusts when you swallow it with a hum. 

“Yummy.”

He’s certain he’s going to die right here in your living room, looking at you with your pink tongue swirling around his cock, the way your lips suction around him, fuck, you haven’t even put him fully in your mouth yet and he’s a goddamn mess. 

The teasing is too much but he’ll take whatever you give him, if you were to stop now he’d be completely satisfied, he’d have to pump his cock furiously when he got home to make the ache go away but, he’d do it. 

But you don’t stop, fuck no. You’re just getting started. You like him like this, flushed in his cheeks and waiting patiently for your mouth. His mouth opening as yours does. Waiting, pleading, hoping that you would finally let your wet warmth surround him. 

And then you do. 

He stretched your mouth cheek to cheek, a literal mouthful. And he hums. Is he thanking God? You hide your giggle, deciding to take him further into your throat as you hollow your cheeks and slide him deeper with the help of his canting hips. 

You hum around him and it tickles him, but he’s so drunk on your mouth he’s muttering sentences that don’t even make sense. 

Pumping your hands along his shaft you dribble spit from your throat to the head of his dick, a slimy string connecting you mouth, one that you slurp back up and take him in deeper. His knees are bent and he pulled his shirt under his chin, wanting to see you fully with his cock stuffed in your mouth, your pretty eyes are teary and he can feel you gag around him before he pulls out and you come back for more. 

He’s not sure how long you’ve been at this, and he’s trying to keep his mind averted to anything other than your slippery throat and the cute way your eyes are looking up at him. 

This was better than the way you sucked him off in the bed of Wayne’s truck. You were solely focused on him here. No other distractions, just you and him. 

“Look so fucking pretty, baby,” he moaned, reaching down to hold your cheek, his thumb wipes away some of your smudged make up from your eye, “ do you know that?”

You nod with him in your throat, and he breathes more nonsense as he looks to the ceiling and runs his fingers through his hair, trying not to convulse, but he can’t take it any more, you're working his dick like you’re short on rent. 

“Fuck, sweet girl, fuck,” Eddie whines, scrubbing his hands down his face, his stomach burning to give in to you,  I— shit shit shit, ‘m gonna come.”

He works his hips away from you but you wrap your arms around the back of his knees, holding him with his dick still in your mouth, waiting like a kitten for milk.

He cums hard, biting through his bottom lip to keep himself from yelling out loud. You don’t stop bobbing your throat, swirling your tongue, around his length and puckering your lips around him. 

With his load in your mouth you paint his cock with it, moving it around and around with your excess spit, a hurricane against your tornado tongue, you finally swallow, sucking in your cheeks once more, and cleaning Eddie off in one swoop. His cries fill the room and you finally release him with a pop. 

“Jesus, fuck.” He exhales, sleepy eyed. His reddened swollen cock hanging between you both, “c’mere.” 

He helps you to your feet, and you tuck him back into his boxers gently. He mutters an embarrassed thanks, you’re smiling up at him with a cocky little smirk. Completely ready for him to pull up his jeans, maybe get himself a beer from your fridge, but he doesn’t. 

Eddie holds you to him, his forehead leaning on yours, big hands wrapped around the small of your back. His erratic breath plumed through his nose and his chest was beating fast. You’ve never seen him like this, “Eddie?” 

He doesn’t let go, doesn’t say anything, he just moves back to press the lightest of  kisses to the tip of your nose. “You, “ he finally says, licking his lips and rolling his eyes into the back of his head, finally focusing back on you, he pulls you closer, enough that his eyes are all you can see.

But whatever he was going to say is stuck in his throat, he never finishes what he was going to say. Just pulls you into him and holds you there, his lips on your neck, kissing you softly. It was a perfect day. You should have known it wouldn’t have been weird between you and Eddie, falling back into sync as best friends and laughing while snacking on m&m’s and smoking from his dab pen. 

You end up falling asleep on your bed together, tired from exerting so much energy and bellies full of Chinese. Netflix asks, are you still watching YOU? on the tv on your dresser. Eddie’s tossing and turning wakes you and you grab your phone to check the time. 5 o’clock. Taking an almost four  hour nap, but in reality it felt like four days straight. 

But that's not the only surprising thing on your phone. 

A litter of texts. From the same occupant. The other half of this agreement. 

hope you enjoyed, seems like Steve isn’t too thrilled right?

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Updated. Jan 22, 2024.

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Dirty Love | Jeno

Captain Jeno x Reader, university!au Word count: 6106 Genre: smut, kinda crack, fluff if you squeeze it. Warning: Mentions of hickeys and explicit sex, oral sex (fem receiving) and fingering, reader likes spicy things and slept with Sungchan, second hand embarrassment.  MINORS DON’T INTERACT this is a +18 story! Author: Maari Note: Inspired by the lyrics of dirty love by cher lloyd. I thought it would be a good idea to combine these two requests and I must say I don't know what is happening to me when I write smut lol  Requests: Can i request for fuckboy jeno and fuckgirl yn who have nvr slept w eo and finally do + can i request for uni ice hockey captain jeno x reader fluff and maybe abit of smut

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Y/N had just closed the door in complete silence while holding her bag and jacket in one hand, she was trying hard not to make any noise. A single noise would make Sungchan wake up and that would make her give explanations, everything she wanted to avoid in the morning.

The night before had been good, so why complicate it with the morning after?

She was about to turn the aisle when someone passed her and something hard hit her thigh bare by her short dress.

"Ouch!" she complained a little loudly and that made the person stop, revealing himself to be the captain of the hockey team carrying his heavy training bag.

Y/N knew that the entire structure of the team's uniform should be heavy but she didn't know it was that much.

She looked at the boy, his blue hair was darker because it was wet and falling in his eyes. He wore baggy clothes, a red sweatshirt and a white jacket over it, jeans and boots.

There was definitely no other university that had an ice hockey team full of handsome athletes like theirs. And no other team captain was like Jeno.

"I'm sorry." he said, moving the bag away from Y/N who was caressing her own skin to try to ease the pain, she looked away so it wouldn't seem so obvious that she was staring at the boy for too long. "I didn’t see you."

Yeah, clearly.

“Alright, Lee. I didn't see you either." she stood up straight again and noticed that Jeno was looking at her legs. “That uniform of yours is heavy, huh?”

Jeno laughed, scratching the back of his head and looking up to Y/N's face, his eyes practically disappeared.

“Actually, it's not mine. It’s from Sungchan.” he nodded towards his roommate's door and Y/N raised her eyebrows in understanding. "Is he awake yet?"

She understood what was behind the question, Jeno wasn't stupid, he had seen her carry her things silently so as not to wake up his colleague so he subtly questioned if she had spoken to Sungchan before leaving.

Which hadn't been the case. It was just one night, it wasn't going to happen again, she wasn't going back to the athlete’s fraternity, at least not to spend the night with one of the defenders.

"No." she shrugged. "I have to go, you know, I have an assignment to do."

It was a lie, all the tasks had already been handed over to the teachers. She just didn't want to sound so cold and heartless.

Jeno smiled slightly and Y/N returned it, staring at the boy for a while longer. She didn't want to hit on Sungchan's roommate in front of his bedroom door, but Jeno was so irresistible…

She shook her head to clear any and all thoughts that might start to appear about Jeno and started to retrace her initial path.

“See you, 23.” she said goodbye, smirking, already with her back to him and lost the way Jeno stared at her.

"See ya!"

[...]

“Sungchan can't stop looking this way.” Y/N's friend hummed, making her take her eyes off her phone screen and face the team that was training a little further ahead.

Noticing that what her friend said was true, but the tall boy looked away at once.

"I hope he's not thinking I came to watch him training." Y/N replied, looking back at her phone.

“And you didn’t?” the friend questioned and Y/N looked at her again, this time seriously.

"You know how it works for me."

Anyone at the university knew. She wasn't one to repeat the night.

"I know I know. Not involving feelings.” the friend rolled her eyes. "But I think you're wrong!" she tapped Y/N’s leg, which quickly retracted.

"Ouch!" she complained, earning a strange look from her friend. “It hurts.”

The friend then looked at Y/N's bare thigh, who was wearing black shorts that didn't cover the bruise that was on her skin, right where Jeno's bag had hit her hard.

"Where did you get that?" her friend's raised eyebrow made Y/N look at the team again, her gaze hovering over Jeno who was practically flying across the ice at a speed that was hard to keep up with, "What? Jeno?"

Y/N looked at her friend and saw that the shock was because the interpretation had been the complete opposite of reality, so she decided to explain herself.

“That's not exactly what you're thinking, okay? I bumped into him 2 days ago when I was leaving Sungchan's room and he ended up hitting the training bag with the uniform on my thigh."

Anyone who knew Y/N would know how absurd that story would be to justify a bruise on her body, which is why her friend looked at her suspiciously.

Hickeys, marks… all of these were normal for Y/N's love life, or lack thereof.

"What? I didn't sleep with Jeno.” Y/N admitted in disbelief.

Although it wasn't such a bad idea.

The friend looked at her more firmly, as if she wanted to read beyond what she said.

"But you want!"

"What?" Y/N shook her head, looking confused at her friend. "That’s not the point."

“You didn't immediately deny it. Any guy you don't even consider the possibility of sleeping together, you immediately deny it.”

Y/N blinked a few times trying to find the words but being caught off guard, her mouth just opened and closed as she turned back to face Jeno, who was now talking to Mark.

Okay, was Jeno hot? Hell yeah.

No single girl on campus would say no to him unless she was crazy. But there was just a problem.

"He's too nice for me." Y/N replied, watching him bend down to fix something on Mark's skates. “I only meet nice, predictable guys with practically a halo on their heads.” she complained. "I want more than that."

"What? Are you kidding me?" the friend laughed, catching Y/N's attention who turned to face her. “Jeno has slept with half the students in the medical building.”

"Him and the whole hockey team." Y/N rolled her eyes and her friend crossed her arms. "Well, except Winwin, but he's your boyfriend so he's not on the list."

“You think Jeno is too nice, really?” Y/N nodded.

"He's always so polite, so kind." she complained.

"I didn't know you were looking for Tarzan, Miss Jane." the friend mocked and the two heard that the training was over.

“Maybe I am!” Y/N shrugged and got up along with her friend who was now seeing her boyfriend approaching.

"You still haven't denied it." the friend remembered and Y/N didn't have time to retort as the team left the ice rink right where they were sitting.

Winwin left first, taking off his skates after taking off his gloves to kiss his girlfriend next, Y/N stood still looking for anywhere else to look beyond the romantic scene in front of her and ended up meeting Jeno's eyes as he was behind Winwin.

Jeno smiled at her as he took off his gloves and Y/N looked him up and down, no one matched the orange and blue uniform more than he did, but then she remembered how heavy the structure was and how hard it must have been to play with that squeezing you.

Well, she knew Jeno was strong but all her sinful mind could imagine was his wide hands squeezing her waist as he devoured her lips.

The rink had the lowest temperature because of the ice, even though the glasses were inhibited it was much milder than the temperature outside since it was in the middle of summer, but the ice wasn’t enough to stop the fire that up her legs and Y/N thought it best to stop imagining what Jeno would be like if he was rough.

However, as she came out of her daydreams, noticed that Jeno was staring at the bruise on her leg with a serious face.

Haechan yelled something in the middle of the ring and Jeno blinked a few times, looking up to meet Y/N's, she felt a shiver to see that his eyes weren't as kind as before.

It had something about them and she understood what it was, lust. Pure and simple.

[...]

Y/N cursed herself internally as she was dragged by some friends down the hallway of the sports building.

She promised herself that she would never drink again or bet with her peers.

Not that it would make any difference now, the headache from the binge she'd had last night was still there along with the massive remorse for having accepted something so stupid.

“You know if I get caught, I could get kicked out of the university, right?” she tried to reason with her colleagues but they just laughed.

"You're the one who said if you lost at strip poker, you'd be in the men's locker room for 5 minutes." Jaehyun remembered.

"I was drunk!" she said and he just laughed once more, stopping in front of the door.

“Just like everyone else here.” he pointed at his friends behind and she twisted her mouth. Out of arguments.

"You should have stopped me, like the good friend you are."

"I wanted to see if you had the courage." Jaehyun raised his eyebrow and Y/N slowly turned around to face him. “But if you want to give up-”

She looked at him with narrowed eyes, offended.

"No! You can mark it on your watch.” she took out her bag and handed it to Jaehyun who took it. “Let me know when the 5 minutes are up.”

Y/N took a deep breath before entering, it was the end of the day so most of the practices were over, hockey being the last one. The locker room was silent and she was grateful for that, the five minutes would pass quickly and she would be out of there soon.

But the dark and quiet place started to bother her, she made the commitment to herself that was serious when promised that she wouldn't drink anymore, couldn't go through any other embarrassing situation anymore, that had been enough.

She sat on the benches in the center of the huge locker room and surveyed the place without much enthusiasm.

“What are we doing here?” Y/N widened her eyes when heard Jaehyun's voice and got up from the benches feeling her heart go to her mouth and her blood running cold. “Actually, we are already on our way out. And you?"

"We were training a little more, we're going to take a shower" she recognized Haechan's voice and panicked.

Take a shower now???

Y/N looked at the showers and when the locker room light came on, she ran to the last block, ducking into the back so no one would see her.

Seriously, it wasn't possible!

“Gee, I'm exhausted. I don't know why you invented this training between forwards at the last minute. And only with me.” Haechan complained and Y/N blinked several times, trying to understand what he had said.

Forwards?

That meant…

"Because I'm the team captain."

Jeno was there too?!

Y/N brought her hand to her mouth to prevent any sound of frustration or anything like that from coming out of her mouth.

“Show-off!”

Y/N kept silent, although she thought the fact that her heart beat so fast could be heard by the athletes, she just paid attention to the sounds.

When she heard the shower, she wanted a hole to suck her in at that moment. This wasn’t happening to her!

She overheard the two of them talking about the party Yangyang was having at the fraternity in a few days and Jeno complained about how even at the beginning of the tournament they wouldn't have a break from unnecessary parties, but it was time for the shower to turn off.

A few more conversations and noises made Y/N realize that Haechan had already finished, she almost sighed in relief but saw a shadow approaching the block where she was, getting back on alert.

"Make sure you don't come back late." Haechan spoke a little louder, the voice a little farther from the room and Y/N saw Jeno's hand approach the pressure gauge and turn on the shower.

She cringed even more, trying to escape the water, in vain.

"Okay, mom." Jeno replied wryly.

Y/N widened her eyes as she saw Jeno's shadow take off the clothes he was still wearing, she practically merged with the wall and was now soaking wet.

She no longer knew what to think or what she could do to make the situation less awkward, so all she did when saw Jeno approaching was close her eyes and wait for the boy to scream.

But that didn’t happen.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" hearing his laugh, Y/N instantly opened her eyes and turned her head to face him.

Well, in that short moment she'd forgotten about the small detail that he was undressed about to take a shower. Right in front of her.

Y/N was willing to look at his face but something else caught her attention and not even her hand that was holding her mouth could contain her shock, the hand moved away from her face almost of its own accord and she was speechless while watched Jeno's body.

The mouth she opened and closed without making a single sound was all she could manage.

She knew he was defined, he was an athlete after all, she just didn't expect him to be…big. In all senses.

Her wet hair started to cover her vision and she pushed it back still unblinking and looking at Jeno.

She couldn't turn her attention to anything else even though she was completely hot inside from sheer shame.

"Y/N!"

She shook her head and with much effort lifted her gaze to Jeno's face, he had a sly smile.

"Huh?"

"Am I disturbing?" he put his hands on his hips and the movement made Y/N look back at the region.

She didn't want to look perverted but God, what a man he was.

"N-No!" she replied loudly, all nervousness being exposed and she stood up, feeling her legs ache.

"Are you going to tell me why you're in the men's locker room playing hide and seek?"

Oh sure, the bet. She had forgotten.

"It's just…" why the hell couldn't she take her eyes off his hips??? "Ask Jaehyun."

She closed her eyes for a minute, biting her lip, feeling really stupid and when she opened her eyes again, Jeno's smile made her shy.

She, shy, was being too much for her to handle.

"Ok." Jeno shook his head and then shrugged. "Are you going to take a shower too?"

Y/N swallowed hard and shook her head nonstop.

"No! I'm leaving." she spoke desperately and got out of there as quickly as possible. "Sorry!"

"Not for this."

Y/N turned to face Jeno one last time but all she saw was the boy taking her place, her eyes dropped from his shoulders to his ass and she bit her lip again as thoughts not at all pure took over of your mind.

But the shame she felt was much greater than the sudden desire for Jeno so all she did was run away, still hearing the boy laugh behind her.

Y/N stopped outside the locker room, leaning against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. At least the hallway was empty.

She was completely wet, and it wasn't just from the water.

[...]

“I love you, but honestly, did you have to bring me to this party?” Y/N complained as walked through the athlete's fraternity door.

It was Yangyang's party and the place was full, nothing new since the defender was extremely popular and mixed in all the groups on campus, but for Y/N to go there after seeing Jeno naked was embarrassing to say the least.

She hoped she could hide away somewhere until her friend was too busy with Winwin to remember her existence and run away.

"What? You're ashamed?" the friend laughed amusedly and pinched Y/N's cheek, who tried to get away.

"It's not funny!"

“Oh sorry, Y/N, but it is!” the friend continued to laugh as they walked through the fraternity.

Several people were already drinking even though the party had just started but Y/N ignored all the glasses and bottles, wouldn't put a sip of alcohol in her mouth. From now on, she'd be sober, so maybe she'd have control over the shit she was doing.

"Well, I didn't think he would react like that." she replied the friend and the two stopped near the stairs, the friend looking for Winwin.

"I tried to warn you that Jeno wasn't as nice as you thought."

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, she couldn't argue with her friend. She was right.

The fact that her friend was laughing the way Y/N arrived at the dorm, wet and with her mouth so open, became irrelevant when she told Y/N some things Jeno had done that she didn't know until then.

Scandals like him getting caught under the gym bleachers having sex with a law school senior, Winwin seeing him fingering a newbie between the psychology book session at the library.

Things Y/N didn't even imagine Jeno was capable of doing because she was too busy with who she slept with.

However, hearing from her friend that some colleagues commented on how rough Jeno was in bed had awakened the side of her imagination that she had been trying to put to sleep since the day she saw Jeno staring at the bruise he had accidentally caused.

She couldn't connect that image with what she saw of him, the polite smile, the flushed cheeks when someone complimented him. He looked so…innocent.

Well, of course the fact that she wasn't up to catch on university gossip had helped create this version of Jeno, the super nice version.

“Oh, hi Jeno.” Y/N's friend spoke loudly and waved her hand behind Y/N, who widened her eyes and felt her heart suddenly speed up, she didn't think to do anything but run away without looking back.

She went quickly to the kitchen as felt a heat rise from her neck to her entire face. The kitchen wasn’t as crowded as the living room and she leaned against the fridge, placing her hand on her chest to calm her heart and she closed her eyes, feeling wobbly legs.

With her breath recovered, she opened her eyes and kept leaning against the fridge, the feeling of being safe filling her.

“Hi Y/N.” she screamed when heard Jeno's voice so close and looked to the side, seeing the boy holding a beer jump back at her scream.

He was confused and she was even more so.

"You weren't..." she pointed to the door, trying to understand how suddenly he was there beside her, blinking a few times until she remembered her friend.

Oh of course!

It felt like the entire universe was making fun of her.

"I didn't mean to scare you." Jeno admitted and she laughed, perplexed.

"It wasn’t your fault." technically, it was.

Mainly because he was irresistible. If Jeno were ugly it would be a lot easier to control her hormones.

Y/N looked ahead, disbelieving herself. She wasn't that impulsive or overly thoughtful, she didn't tend to get attached to things that shouldn't be big.

Like, if she was in her normal self, she wouldn't feel shy about being around Jeno after what happened in the locker room but she was.

She could feel the tension between her fingers, she even wanted to say something to end that awkward atmosphere but she didn't know what to say.

That his ass was really pretty? No, out of the question.

"No need to be embarrassed around me." Jeno spoke first and she looked at him instantly, his face was calm and she could look better since his hair didn't cover his forehead like the other times. "I'd say we're almost even."

"What?"

“You saw me naked that day and I heard you moan that night with Sungchan.”

Y/N's eyes widened and Jeno drank the rest of his beer in one gulp, putting the bottle on top of the fridge, looking back at her.

"You heard?" she stuttered and wanted to beat herself up for it.

"His bedroom wall is next to mine sooo." Jeno shrugged and she wanted a hole to open up in the floor, suck her in until she was 70.

Y/N scratched her head, not knowing what to say and looked away.

All of her femme fatale image that she'd created over the last year had dissolved and it was all Jeno's fault.

“I just thought it was a waste.” Lost in thought, Y/N didn't notice that Jeno moved a little closer to her, his chest almost touching her shoulder.

She only noticed when turned to face him, his face was serious and his eyes fixed on her.

"A waste?"

"Someone with a mouth like yours" Jeno brought his fingers to Y/N's chin and lifted her face, bringing his own closer. She could feel his breath against hers. “can moan much louder.”

Y/N swallowed, feeling her legs tremble and she realized that Jeno would do damage with words alone, but she raised an eyebrow defiantly.

She wouldn't let herself be beaten by so little.

"Why? Are you going to call me to see the trophies in your room?” She questioned, bringing her face even closer to Jeno and their lips were inches away.

"I'll show you the biggest one." he replied with conviction and Y/N ran her tongue over her dry lips, making Jeno watch the movement carefully.

Keeping her eyes fixed on his, she smiled knowingly and nodded.

Jeno reciprocated and took her hand, leading her out of the kitchen with him in justifiable haste. Y/N didn't care, in fact she kept pace with him up the stairs because she was just as anxious as he, she almost pulled him by the white sweatshirt he wore for a warm kiss in the middle of the hallway.

Jeno pulled her into the room and released her hand to lock the door, she smiled mischievously taking a few steps back.

“Why are you going to lock it?” she put her hands in the back pockets of the dark jeans she was wearing and Jeno turned to face her.

Jeno questioned with a look and all Y/N replied was a raised eyebrow, he got the message and left the door the way it was, approaching with long and slow steps, this only made Y/N watch him from bottom to top.

He wore white sneakers, neon orange baggy pants, the white sweatshirt and some necklaces. But it was Jeno's face that Y/N spent the most time analyzing, the blue hair was now a little faded and pulled back. She had a wide view of the eyes that stared at her deeply.

When Jeno was close enough to her, Y/N's eyes fell on Jeno's full pink lips, there was no denying that she was mesmerized but he didn't look too different from her.

It was time for Y/N to take a deep breath, feeling butterflies in her stomach, and Jeno advanced on her, pulling her by the back of her neck until their lips met for the first time that night. It was a strong and shocking impact, like lightning cutting through the sky, she grabbed Jeno's sweatshirt to keep her balance as her legs were weak as his lips moved against hers in a thirsty way. The two were in a hurry and the first kiss they would share that night wouldn't be the least bit slow, no, the desire they felt for each other didn't allow the moment to become sweet, it was almost animal.

When their tongues met, Y/N sighed and pulled Jeno's body against hers feeling like his pants were actually thin fabric and all that kept her from feeling the texture of his skin was that idiot piece of clothing.

A little desperate, she started to walk backwards and Jeno's other hand grabbed her waist and led her to the bed, Y/N's knees bumped against the material and she let her body fall back against the mattress breaking the kiss. Jeno lay down on top of her and Y/N took her hands to quickly remove his necklaces, throwing them across the bedroom floor.

"This will have to get out of the way." she informed him, making him chuckle lightly.

Jeno ran his tongue over her red lips and nodded before starting to kiss her neck, Y/N just closed her eyes and took her hand to his hair, tangling the strands between her fingers and pulling them when his tongue found her skin.

She didn't want to moan so soon but it was hard to contain the sound as Jeno dragged his teeth against her neck, so she just tilted her head to the side and gave him full access so he could continue to devour her skin.

“I hear you like marks.” he speaks softly next to her ear, which shivers. "Let's see how many you can handle tonight."

When she thought to speak, Jeno sucked the skin of her neck and her legs shook, the breath failed and another moan escaped, she only had the strength to grab his hair once more.

She didn't want to open her eyes, just feel what he was providing, but when she felt him pull away, she did so suddenly. To meet Jeno's eyes covered in lust and his fingers went to the hem of the blouse she was wearing, his cold fingers touched the skin of her belly lightly and he began to remove her blouse in incomprehensible calm.

Jeno moved, lowering his head to kiss every inch of skin he exposed as he took off her blouse and Y/N helped him completely, he held both sides of her waist and distributed kisses all over the region while she, already without strength, threw her blouse in some corner anyway.

Her fingers found Jeno's hair again and she continued gripping the strands as he seemed to delight in her skin. Every time his tongue found her red-hot skin, every suck and bite was having an immediate reaction in Y/N's below the belly, which was starting to get wet.

She was surprised at her own body but the devotion with which Jeno enjoyed every inch of her exposed skin was making all the arousal she felt speed up.

But she didn't want to be left behind, so opened her eyes and brought her fingers to his shoulders, gripping the sweatshirt tightly and pulling it up, indicating to Jeno what she wanted to do.

He lifted the torso, stopping the kisses, and let Y/N take off, she did it with some haste and the white shirt he was wearing underneath came out with it. She saw him smile widely when the torso was exposed.

Y/N threw the clothes away and brought her fingers to caress Jeno's skin, now she could worship every bit of his chest and noticed what hockey did to Jeno's body that was always covered in baggy clothes, she hadn't had the opportunity to analyze the boy's defined abs, because on the day of the bet her attention was on something else.

But now she not only could, she would.

Jeno wasn't overly muscular, but his broad shoulders stirred up Y/N in a way she'd never felt before. She ran her fingers over his collarbone and met his stiff shoulders, squeezing the spot and he grunted.

Wasting no more time, Jeno approached to initiate a new, more coveted kiss and she took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist, bringing him much closer. The thin fabric of Jeno's pants made Y/N feel in the heat of her desire that he was just as excited as she was, it made her bite his bottom lip and pull it to her as he growled once more.

“How long are you going to be teasing?” she asked as they moved away and heard Jeno laugh.

"Until I make you scream." he replied and moved his hips against hers, making her take a deep breath as she felt his arousal.

Jeno brought his hand up to Y/N's shin and pulled her leg away, ready to complain Jeno shut her up as he brought his fingers to the button on her pants, making her take off the sneakers she was wearing awkwardly. Y/N smirked as he lowered the zipper, his finger was so close to where she needed it, just a little down…

Jeno took off her pants in one movement and placed his hands on each of her thighs, spreading them apart so he had a full view, especially her wet panties.

"You will undo that little smile very soon." he warned and Y/N felt every muscle in her thigh quiver as Jeno lowered his head, predicting that he would pay attention to her wet spot, he antagonized her and brought his lips to her right thigh.

Y/N already felt like she was close to seeing stars and he hadn't even touched her the way she craved, Jeno's wet lips took care of her skin once more and so close to her panties, but he didn't give in to the temptation.

He bit and sucked and kissed her thigh until he was satisfied, then turned his attention to her other thigh. Jeno immediately went to the spot that had the bruise he had accidentally left on her skin and from what Y/N was feeling, because she didn't have the strength to keep her eyes open, he was bent on leaving another bruise there. Only this time, very well aware of it.

The weak legs, the heavy breathing and the fact that Jeno was with his tongue so close to where she wanted the most, made her moan louder, only in complaint.

She needed him, urgently.

"Jeno." She pleaded, opening her eyes slowly and without force. "Please."

She saw him lift his head, an expression of false innocence that made her panties even wetter.

"Please what?" he placed a kiss near her panties and Y/N felt her stomach squeak.

"Don't torture me anymore."

He stared at her a little longer and smirked.

"Hmm I don't think so."

"I'm serious, can you just-" Jeno interrupted her, bringing his finger down to Y/N's soaked panties and she groaned. "My God."

She didn't have the strength to keep her eyes open, but the sight of Jeno staring at the way his finger touched her was just too pleasurable.

Feeling wetter and wetter and her heart pounding against the ribs, he pushed her panties to the side and his finger found the place where she needed him most, pulsing for him.

She bit her lip to hold back the moans but Jeno was willing to make her lose all the super self control she had, so he took two fingers to get inside her and that's where Y/N got lost.

Closing her eyes, she began to moan more and more as he touched her deliciously. She felt her insides squeezing his finger and it made her even wetter, the famous sensation formed in her belly and she was already wriggling her toes ready to surrender to the pleasure when Jeno stopped.

When she felt him take his finger off her, Y/N opened her eyes in shock and confusion.

But she was almost there...

"What…?"

She couldn't even ask properly and saw Jeno bring his fingers to his mouth and suck.

If she hadn't been so weak, she would have pulled him into her right away.

Jeno kicked off his shoes anyway and his pants too, then took off Y/N's panties and she just felt anxiety take over her body before he brought his mouth down to her pulsing flesh.

The frustration she'd felt at having almost reached her climax had been replaced by more desire, she just gave herself to Jeno and grabbed his hair once more as he devoured her like a hungry animal.

This was what she wanted, no manners or finesse. She wanted a caveman who would make her feel drunk with pleasure, who would not only make her see the stars but take her to paradise.

A dirty love, she didn't want to be treated like a lady. Because the way he ate her and made her moan, said just that.

When she was about to reach her climax, Jeno didn't stop and her vision started to blur and she couldn't contain the scream that came from the back of her throat as gave her all to him.

Y/N took a breath and felt her lungs hurt but she was smiling drunk, still not opening her eyes and weak, Jeno moved away and she only heard a few noises until she recognized one of a package being opened.

When she had the strength to open her eyes, Jeno had already put on the condom and approached her again, she called him with her finger and he smiled full of lust. Y/N rested her hands on his shoulders as Jeno adjusted to enter her as she wanted so badly. He took a hand up to her thigh and brought it up to his waist, making her hug his hip with her leg as he stared at her intensely and Y/N was lost in Jeno's dark iris, he went deep in one go. Y/N cried because she was sensitive and because he filled her in such a delicious way, feeling her insides tighten Jeno, it was his turn to moan and she leaned their foreheads together, closing her eyes as he started to move.

The first few thrusts were light and Y/N searched for his lower lip with her teeth, biting and making him squeak.

"No, I want everything from you." she spoke softly, opening her eyes and saw Jeno frowning, it was clear he was holding back but that wasn't what she wanted. “Look at me, Jeno.” he obeyed and Y/N felt her whole body tingle. “Be rough to me, I'm not a china doll. Don't be nice, don’t hold back.”

Y/N saw a different glint in Jeno's eyes and he didn't say anything, he nodded, thrusting deep and hard into her.

Y/N groaned while smiling and encouraged him to continue the way she wanted, he did. Each thrust, each movement deeper in a wild rhythm. She asked for more and he delivered.

She moaned and he squeezed the fingers that held her waist.

She would squeeze him from the inside and he would say dirty things close to her ear.

Y/N scratched Jeno's back feeling the apex close by and he groaned softly, his fingers left her waist to grip the headboard and he continued thrusting until she screamed once more under him and called his name nonstop while she fell apart.

Jeno didn't take long to reach his apex and soon his body weight fell on Y/N's, he took a deep breath before getting out of her and out of the bed to discard the condom in the bedroom trash.

Y/N lay there trying to catch her breath, lying on the bed admiring him, feeling completely addicted to Jeno and when he got back into bed, lying next to her, Y/N turned to him, her eyes tired with a big smile.

Jeno also looked at her with a smile, a little more restrained, and unable to control himself he brought his hand to her cheek and approached her to give her a soft kiss on the lips, catching her off guard.

She reciprocated, feeling her stomach turn even with such a simple kiss.

When they pulled away, Jeno caressed her cheek.

"Was I a caveman enough for you?"

She laughed in agreement.

"But I haven't had enough of you." she admitted and Jeno smiled.

“We can change that, then.”

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The Boy with Galaxies in his Eyes | jjk

☆summary: you had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

☆pairing: Jeon Jungkook x female tattoo artist reader

☆rating: 18+

☆genre: fwb to lovers, idol!au, angst (a lot), smut (a whole lot too), fluff

☆warnings: oc’s ex-boyfriend died and it takes an important place in the story, swearing, fuckboy Jungkook, fuckgirl oc, a whole bunch of red flags, miscommunication (they learn how to communicate don’t worry), exes that can’t stay out of your life, alcohol, they be a little toxic but they get better, explicit content: fingering, pussy slapping, squirting, oral sex (male and female receiving), mouth fucking, dirty talking, jungkook has a slight begging kink and an exhibitionism kink (not that present in the fic), dom!jk, switch!reader, car sex, sex in a tent, hair pulling (I think), tits/nipple play, unprotected sex, a little bit of ass slapping, mentions of choking

☆word count: 52.9k 

☆playlist: I made a playlist for the fic, that is sort of timed with the scenes if you want to give it a listen while you read! (I spent way too much time doing that HAHA)

☆a/n: I love everything about this fic. Everything was so easy to write, like the story was already written in my head and I was just transcribing it. I’ve never felt like that with a story, and perhaps that’s why the word count grew so quickly (I did decide not to write everything I had planned and still here we are). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it. Once again, I reiterate that this fic deals with a lot of grief and it might get heavy. If you need to talk to someone, please reach out, my dms are always open for you all <3

☆a/n pt 2: MOST IMPORTANTLY, shout out to my beautiful beta reader, @moonleeai​ <3. This story would be nothing without you and I will forever be thankful for your help. You are amazing and a true gift <3

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          In your universe, there was a boy with galaxies in his eyes. Someone that held whole worlds in his gaze, worlds unexplored by anyone before. Territories left untouched, unspoiled by human exploration. He was a firm believer in outer space, in planets and stars and nebulas. For someone that held them in his eyes, he didn’t look up at the night sky enough, didn’t take time to enjoy the constellations in which he swam. But he loved them nonetheless, with a heart made of gold that he had locked up far in his depths. So far no spacecraft could reach it and no human touch was enough. Until he met a girl with a mirror in her eyes, someone that was just like him. Someone that held the whole world in her gaze, yet hid it behind closed doors. Someone that had been hurt, in the past, so bad she didn’t let her galaxies shine anymore.

And maybe that, most of all, was what pulled in the boy with galaxies in his eyes.

 *****

           If there was one thing you had understood, as a young tattoo artist, it was that Friday nights were a profitable night, with all the drunk people seeking for a permanent imprint of their revelry on their skin. You had put your ink on more drunken bodies than you could remember, though you had always made sure these tattoos were top of your art.

God knew you didn’t need any bad reviews for your shop. So far, the reviews had mostly been positive, with people coming back sober to thank you about your art. It had led to you having quite a reputation, and an impressive following on your Instagram, where you posted every tattoo with the consent of its owner.

One thing led to another, and famous people started going to you for their own tattoos – drunk or not – and you barely even were surprised when you saw them walk into your shop. Usually, that is.

Because when Jeon Jungkook walked into your shop, on a late Friday evening in the middle of June, surrounded by a small crowd of his friends, your mouth fell open, and you blinked a couple of times, willing the image to change.

Or just for it to start making sense, because your brain was struggling to understand. He had not even contacted you in advance. Had you known, you wouldn’t have scheduled someone already.

And as you sat there, looking at Jungkook over the young girl you were tattooing, gazes meeting like an intimate embrace, you were struck dumb. You couldn’t find anything to say but stare.

Now, you had never been a big fan of his. But it was hard not to know who he was, when you had lived in Seoul your whole life. BTS was a big thing, whether you liked their music or not.

“Good evening”, he said, bowing his head.

It took you a moment to register the slur in his words – Jeon Jungkook was drunk in your tattoo shop. So were his friends, as they giggled behind him. Jungkook was clearly attempting to look sober, with a serious look on his face, but the blush on his cheeks was selling him.

“Hello”, you replied, bowing back.

You glanced at the girl you were working on, tattoo pen hovering over the skin of her arm, and the half-finished fine line fish you were drawing there. The girl was looking at Jungkook, mouth hanging open, eyes so wide you thought they were going to bulge out of her head.

You hoped you didn’t look like that because, even with the kindness she had addressed to you all night, she truly looked ridiculous.

“Are you closing soon?” Jungkook asked, scanning your shop once before meeting your gaze again.

You blinked once more, almost expecting the scene to change, but when your eyes opened again, Jungkook was still there.

“Miss Seo is my last client of the evening”, was your reply. You straightened, trying to appear more professional. “Do you wish to get tattooed tonight?”

A tall man behind Jungkook snorted, and another one of them elbowed him in the ribs. You were pretty sure the first one was Cha Eunwoo, but you didn’t recognize the other one. Nor did you recognize any of the other men.

Jungkook clearly tried to keep his cool, though the corner of his lips were shaking with a suppressed laugh. “If you can, yes. We’ll pay double.”

You let out a small laugh, tilting your head to the side. “There’s no need to pay more.” You glanced at the girl, and at her still wide eyes. “I’ll be done in about thirty minutes, if you want to come back then.”

The grin that moved on Jungkook’s mouth had your brain going into a frenzy, and you looked down at the tattoo. Trying to ignore the curious gaze that he still had on you, as if he wasn’t quite ready to look away, and join into the victorious cheers his drunk friends were exchanging.

“Oh God”, Seo Bomi, your client, let out, as your pen pricked her skin again.

You threw her a concerned look. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, cheeks so red she seemed to be about to implode. Quite like you felt, in all honesty. Because Jungkook had taken a few steps closer, while his friends were lingering by the door.

“Can I watch?” he asked, and you looked up to him as he stopped next to Bomi.

It was quite the sight to see, Jeon Jungkook looking down at you like that. It had your blood turning hot in your veins, as you gulped.

“If Miss Seo is comfortable, yeah”, you replied.

Your hands had never shaken when you had tattooed someone before, and you knew that they wouldn’t start today. No matter if you had an audience – you were confident in your talents, and maybe that, most of all, was behind your success.

Bomi’s face turned alarmed, her eyes growing a little wider. Jungkook got the clue and he stepped back, a friendly smile moving on his lips.

“You know what, I think we’ll grab another beer before”, he said. “We’ll be back in thirty minutes.”

You nodded, smiling at him. “Don’t be late.”

His smile melted into a smirk and he winked, “I’d never be late for you.”

He was gone before your brain had registered his words. Before you could even meet the flirtatiousness that had inhabited his sentence. It left you stunned for a moment.

“I knew you tattooed celebrities all the time, but I wasn’t expecting to see the ‘97 liners here tonight.” Bomi’s pretty voice was still a little strained from the embarrassment, and she let out a tiny giggle.

You focused back on reality, eyeing her. Had she heard Jungkook flirting at all, or was that just you?

“I wasn’t expecting them tonight either”, you replied, and you only then noticed your heart was beating out of your chest.

The night promised to be exciting, yes, and quite profitable for your tattoo shop.

If you didn’t make a fool out of yourself, that is.

 *****

               “Stay still”, you told Jaehyun for the thousandth time.

Of all of Jungkook’s friends, he was the only one that hadn’t seemed excited about getting tattooed, and you hadn’t even begun to draw on his skin.

“Sorry”, he apologized again.

You offered him a reassuring smile, before bringing the pen closer to his skin. He stiffened again, but this time he didn’t move, and you pressed the tip of your pen on the tender skin of the inside of his wrist.

He winced, but surprisingly remained still. Which was a relief, because it was getting particularly late, and you still had two of them to tattoo – Eunwoo and Jungkook.

Jungkook had asked to be last, claiming he wanted to watch you work on his friends. You had accepted, though you hadn’t expected him to sit so close to you. So close you could feel the side of his knee brush against your thigh, and your mind kept zeroing in on the spot where you touched.

Focus, Y/n.

You pushed Jungkook out of your thoughts, as you started drawing the small 97 the group had decided to get tattooed. Apparently, the decision to get the art had been taken when they were all sober, though as they had indulged in alcohol, they had decided to come to you tonight, instead of waiting to contact you first.

It was a rather unexpected turn of events for you, but you weren’t going to complain.

Jungkook moved closer, as your hair obstructed his view. He was leaning on his thighs, elbows resting on his knees, head on his closed fists. From so close, you could smell the alcohol on him, and the rich husky smell of his cologne. An expensive fragrance undoubtedly.

“How long have you been a tattoo artist?” he asked, and his warm breath brushed your cheek, making blood rush to your face.

“Ever since I graduated high school”, you replied, voice small as you focused on the pattern on Jaehyun’s skin.

“Don’t distract her”, Jaehyun warned his friend.

Jungkook let out a manly chuckle, one that had your heart squeezing in your chest, just enough for you to lift the tattoo pen.

“Sorry”, he apologized.

He leaned back on the stool he had brought closer to you, glancing at the rest of his friends, who were sitting on the couches next to the door. They were drinking soju – they had asked if they could first, of course – playing a drinking game that had them cheering a lot louder than needed.

Not that you minded, you had never been distracted by noise before. No, you had always been good at tuning out your surroundings.

Except when Jeon Jungkook was part of said surroundings, it seemed.

You finished Jaehyun’s tattoo in relative peace, even if your heart was still being a little piece of shit in your chest. Eunwoo’s tattoo went just as well, as Jungkook had followed back Jaehyun to the rest of the group, leaving you with enough room to breathe – for once.

Eunwoo offered you a friendly conversation as you worked on his skin, just enough to allow you to focus on him and him only – which helped, because you finished the tattoo a little quicker, wiping his wrist of the excess ink as you sat straighter.

“Thank you”, he said, smiling brightly.

It had you breathing in sharply, as you bowed your head. He chuckled, and you looked back up to his face.

“Have fun with Jaykay”, he said, his grin a little too knowing for your own good.

You only understood why when he joined the rest of his friends, and they told Jungkook they’d be waiting for him back at the place where they had been drinking. The bell on top of the door rang as they filed out, and you just sat there for a moment, as Jungkook told them he’d be quick.

There was a weird silence, once his friends were gone. The kind of silence that felt as if it was heavy with questions, yet nobody wished to break it. Or maybe you were just a coward, because being alone in this relative calmness with Jungkook had your mind playing tricks on you.

He looked at you, a lazy smile adorning his lips, before he took a few steps towards you.

“Well, I guess it’s my turn”, he said, and you nodded.

You pressed your lips in a thin line and got up, to get everything ready for him. He watched you move carefully, remaining silent, as he sat in the chair where you had tattooed the rest of his friends.

He only spoke once you sat back down next to him.

“I’ve been wanting to come here for a while”, he admitted, voice low, as you grabbed his arm to put it in the right position for you to access the spot he had pointed to earlier, when you had asked all of them where they wanted the tattoo.

Your hands stilled on him, and you looked up to meet his gaze.

Jungkook had big eyes. Big round doe eyes that seemed infinitely innocent. Yet, you felt like a prey under the depths they held, as if they’d swallow you whole if they could. It was attracting, in the same way sirens attracted sailors – beautiful, yes, but deathly nonetheless.

“You have?” you replied, once the silence had stretched to the point of discomfort.

You were almost sure you saw him gulp.

“I’ve heard a lot about you”, he answered.

He was the one to break the eye contact, and the intensity that had filled the air between you dwindled away.

“I hope you’ve heard mostly good things”, you said, a little teasingly.

He chuckled. “Only good things”, he agreed. “Jimin loves his moon phase tattoo.”

You had indeed been the one to permanently put the moons on Jimin’s skin, a few months ago. It had been planned for a while though – not like Jungkook’s appearance in your shop earlier.

“I’m proud of the result”, you said pensively as you recalled the day when Jimin had come.

It had been a stormy day, and he had seemed as if the rain had infected him with its bleakness. You hadn’t said anything, because you didn’t know him enough to ask about his personal life, and knew better than to ask anything to your celebrity clients.

There was a reason why they chose to come to you after all. Your professionality being at the top of the list. And your relationship with Jimin hadn’t gone beyond that – he had just been your client, and you, the artist. So you had focused on tattooing him, talking to him about everything and nothing in the hope that he’d leave with a smile on his face. He had, and you could only hope that it had lingered.

Jungkook’s face had fallen softer as you were lost in the memory, and you blushed as you focused back on him.

“As you should”, he replied, and then his eyes dropped to your hands on his arms.

Your own gaze followed his, and you took in the sight of his sleeve of tattoos. Drank in the sight, in all honesty, trailing from his wrist to his elbow, before exploring further up, up to the place where the art disappeared under the sleeve of his oversized black t-shirt. Your eyes went back down, until they settled on the spot in the inside of his elbow, the only spot that was void of ink.

You ran a finger on it, barely even grazing it, and Jungkook laughed.

“That tickled”, he said.

You echoed his laugh, before gazing up at him again. He met your eyes, wetting his lips before offering you a small grin.

“I assume I don’t need to tell you it might hurt”, you said, voice just a little low, taking a sultry tone you hadn’t even aimed for.

His big eyes narrowed a little, taking on a more dangerous expression. “I like a little pain, don’t worry.”

You chuckled, before going straight to work. And maybe it was the fact that his gaze was still burning on your profile, and that the atmosphere of your shop had turned a little heated, but you said, “That makes two of us.”

His manly chuckle met your ears again. “You don’t even have tattoos.”

You let a smirk grow on your lips, even though you didn’t glance at him. “Oh, I keep my tattoos in more hidden places.”

He leaned his head against the chair, tilting it to the side. “Like where?”

You straightened, pushing your hair over your shoulder, before slightly turning your head away from him, pointing behind your ear, where you had a small sun tattoo. “Like here.”

His eyes were a little dark as you met his gaze. “I’d hardly call that a hidden place.”

You shook your head slightly, before resuming your work on his arm. You finished the 9 before you spoke again. “It would be unprofessional for me to show one of my clients the rest of my tattoos.”

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Jungkook’s tongue dart out of his mouth as he wet his lips. “How unfortunate.”

And really, your other tattoos weren’t in particularly intimate places, but they were intimate enough for you not to like showing them. You had one on the side of your hip – a snake, with a small moon next to the s that formed its body. Your only other tattoo was the fine line tattoo of a rose and a dagger on your ribs, on your right side. The rose bloomed right next to your boob, and that most of all kept you from showing him.

As you remained silent, Jungkook let out a small chuckle. “How many other tattoos do you have?”

“Two”, you said as you started working on the 7.

“That’s not a lot, for a tattoo artist.”

He wasn’t wrong, most tattoo artists had more tattoos than you. You just had always been the kind of person to never do anything without a reason – so you kept your skin a blank canvas, for the reasons you’d encounter as you’d grow older.

You shrugged, glancing once at him. “I still have my life ahead of me to get more.”

His smirk turned into a genuine smile, and he nodded. “I get that.”

You fell into a comfortable silence as you finished working on the seven, and you wondered when Jungkook had sobered up. Because, really, he seemed to have sobered up before your eyes, as if he had not even indulged in alcohol in the first place. Or maybe you were the one that had become drunk with the proximity of him which, to be fair, was a high possibility too.

You wiped his skin as you finished, putting your tattoo pen down on the small table next to you. Jungkook was looking down at the tattoo as you watched him. He had an appreciative smile on his lips when he finally met your gaze.

“I know that wasn’t a lot of work for you, but you really are good at what you do.”

There was warmth, in his praise, warmth that awoke many emotions inside of you. Needless to say, none of them were appropriate with a client.

“I know”, you said, confidence seeping from your words. “I’m good at many things.”

“Is that so?” he asked, pushing himself up until he could throw his legs on the side of the chair. It brought him dangerously close to you.

You shrugged. “Or so I’ve been told.”

He laughed, rolling his eyes, though there was no animosity behind the action. “And yet you keep your tattoos a secret.”

“Everyone likes a little mystery”, you replied, winking at him before getting up.

You had to put distance between you and him, no matter how easy it was to flirt with him. No matter how much you burned under his gaze. It was strange because you barely knew him. Though, you had always been comfortable with meaningless connections, just not with a client.

“Are you a mystery?” he asked.

It sounded genuine, and you found yourself looking at him. Meeting the universes and the stars in his gaze. You felt as if you were about to lose your balance, and fall into his eyes. It was frightening.

“That is a good question, Jeon Jungkook.”

Another one of his chuckles filled the room, as he got up too. He stepped away, even if most of you had expected him to move closer. It made you wonder who was really inebriated between you two, and you were quite sure you didn’t want to know the answer to that.

Because even if you had barely met him, your whole body was burning up from his proximity. As if his pheromones, aligned with yours perfectly, rendered your attraction animalistic. It was basic biology, and far harder to resist than you thought it would be.

But you resisted, because he was a client, and he had drunk, and really Jeon Jungkook was a predator. You had to preserve yourself.

“I’ll pay for the others”, he said after a moment, as you both just stared at each other.

There was something, in the air, that was making you act up. That was making him act up too, visibly. Because his gaze held an intensity you couldn’t interpret, but that your body was begging you to dive into.

A predator, and one of the bad ones.

“Let me get my card reader”, you replied, breathing in sharply as he looked away from you to pull his black card out of his wallet.

As he did that, you quickly moved to where you kept the electronic device, dreading the moment you’d have to step closer to him for him to pay. It was like you’d be sucked in the gravity of a black hole, and God knew you didn’t want to meet the horizon.

You’d never be able to step away.

You grabbed the card reader, turning to look at Jungkook who had followed you, unbeknownst to you. He was standing close, yet far enough for you to escape his gravity. You wet your lips, before putting in the amount he had to pay, and handing him the device.

His eyes didn’t leave yours as he slid the card in, slowly, a smirk moving on his lips.

“You have a pretty smile”, he complimented you.

It took you aback, and you wondered if he could hear the war in your mind. In your whole body, and you didn’t know which side would win.

He is a client.

“Thank you”, you replied breathlessly, before letting a smirk of your own grow on your lips.

He wanted to be a predator? Then he’ll get a taste of the animal that lurked under your skin too.

“You have pretty eyes, but I’m sure I’m not the first girl to tell you that.”

His smirk froze, as his eyes grew a little inquisitive. A little curious.

“Hardly”, he agreed. “Would you like to be the last to tell me?”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “We both know that won’t happen.”

The card reader beeped as the payment was authorized, breaking the tension. Jungkook pulled his card out, before handing you the device. He held onto it as you grabbed it, just for a few seconds before letting it go. You didn’t know what to make of it.

“Do we?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, behind that husky tone it had taken.

You wet your lips, slowly, coaxing his eyes to drop to your mouth. When it worked, a triumphant smirk broke on your features. You were in control now, and it put you right back into your comfort zone.

“I do”, you said. “Aren’t your friends waiting for you?”

He met your gaze again, defying you. You weren’t willing to relinquish victory, so you held it, unblinking, pulling at some dry skin on your bottom lip. You even went all the way to tilting your head to the side, putting your hair behind your ear so he’d get a look at your exposed neck.

You didn’t know why, but a lot of guys found themselves ensnared by an exposed neck. And for all he was, Jeon Jungkook was also a man, and so he reacted like one.

Eyes dropping to your neck, moving up to your mouth, and then meeting your gaze again. You had won, and the defeat in his eyes made you feel even warmer. Threatened to make you lose too.

“I guess they are”, he replied, tongue playing with his lip piercing. You exchanged another steaming look, and you struggled to hold his gaze. He was trying to regain a control you didn’t want to let go of. “I’ll see you around?”

You chuckled, airily, looking around your shop. “You know where to find me.”

Shit. That was an invitation if you had ever seen one.

And just like that the victorious smirk switched to his lips, and he nodded. “That I do.”

Your own smirk turned into a smile, and you looked him up and down, one last time.

“I’ll wish you a good night, Jeon Jungkook.”

He tutted. “That won’t do. You haven’t told me your name yet.”

It took you by surprise, but a lot less than his next words.

“And last time I checked, your number wasn’t in my phone yet.”

You rolled your eyes, at his cleverness, before chuckling.

“I don’t establish personal relationships with my clients”, you said, voice low. It was a warning of some sort, if he was willing to listen to it. But from the little you knew of him, in the few hours since he had stepped into your shop, you knew he wouldn’t listen.

Especially not when he had the advantage.

“What if I want to schedule an appointment with you? I’d need a number, wouldn’t I?”

You shook your head. “You can dm me on Instagram. That’s what Jimin did.”

He clenched his jaw, the smirk dying on his lips. “Alright then.” He nodded once, slowly, before glancing over his shoulder at the door. “Keep your name a secret too.” He winked at you as he looked at you again. “Keep the mystery alive.”

That had you laughing, a real laugh, not one that hinted at sultriness. “Isn’t that more fun?”

He was genuinely smiling as you finished speaking. “Maybe it is.” He nodded again. “Maybe it is.”

 *****

                 It had been two weeks since Jungkook and his friends had come to your shop. Two weeks since he had walked into your life and made you feel like he had: like he was the center of the universe, and you were going to gravitate back to him, no matter what you did.

You had never really experienced that before. Irrational attraction, that is. You had your share of sexcapades, that was for sure, but nothing had felt like only a look from Jungkook had felt. And maybe that was why he kept haunting your nights, to the point that you’d wake up feeling hot and bothered.

You were going crazy, for someone you barely even knew. Someone you had only touched through the gloves you wore when you tattooed your clients, yet someone your fingers were itching to touch again.

That night, when you had gone home, you had half expected him to dm you right away. But he hadn’t, remaining stubbornly silent, hitting you with his own mystery. A mystery that slowly turned into a reality, as he didn’t come back into your life.

It was like the tattoos had never happened, as if you had imagined him and his friends standing there in your shop. If it wasn’t for the pictures of the tattoos that you had seen moving around the internet, you would have truly thought he’d just been a fever dream. The thing is, he hadn’t been, and your body was aching to see him again.

If only you had given him your phone number…

It was a thought that entertained your dreams, late at night, but even in your waken hours. It was strange, how he’d made you weak so easily, with just his physical presence. Even his absence rendered you weak now, and you hated it.

Hated the power he had gained over you.

It was strange, really, how intrigued you were with him. Because again it wasn’t like you, to be attracted to someone like that, wishing you hadn’t let them go. And it wasn’t because he was Jeon Jungkook, no, it fully was because of the tension that had taken over you. Over him, too, from the looks of it.

It led you to wonder if he did that with many girls. Flirt, that is. Offered them pieces of himself, scattering himself to the four corners of the Earth without a single regret. It was a show of liberty, in your imagination, something you fully agreed with. Something you experienced more than enough, though you rather liked your mystery.

You rather liked that nobody in the field really knew who you were, apart from your Instagram name. It let you have more control over your own life, and God knew how much you liked control. Not to the point of being obsessive, but you liked to know what was going on, all the time.

And maybe that was mostly why Jungkook still haunted your thoughts. Because you had no idea where he was, what he’d been doing, after making you feel like he was the center of the universe. After making your body react to his in such a way.

“Are you even listening to me?” your friend Aera asked.

Your brain focused back to the present, and to the restaurant around you. To the clatter of the chopsticks and spoons on the plates and bowls, and to the buzzing of conversation. To the sizzling of the meat on the grill, and the smoke that twirled in the air between you and Aera.

“Sorry”, you apologized. “You were saying?”

“Minchae knows someone having a party with some famous people”, Aera repeated.

The annoyingly pretty and overly rich Minchae, who had her little crowd of admirers wherever she went. Most of all, Minchae was the sweetest soul out there, and it was hard for you to hate her. You just were ticked off by her, as if there was something she hid. Call it intuition or whatever.

“Aishi”, you breathed, and Aera narrowed her eyes at you.

“I thought you could do some networking or something”, she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Get more celebrities to come to your shop.”

When she started wiggling her brows, you shook your head laughing, cursing her under your breath.

Lovingly, of course.

“Will you let it go?” you asked.

She straightened, taking on the most serious look she could muster up. “Never.” She then laughed, before meeting your gaze.

There was a malicious light in there, and it only made you roll your eyes as you grabbed the tongs to put the cooked meat on your plate and hers.

“You’ve been obsessing over Jungkook”, she pointed out. “I think you just need a good fuck.”

“Aera!” you yelped, looking around to make sure nobody had heard her. “Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s true”, she said matter-of-factly, laughing at the daggers your gaze threw her way. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are a crazy fangirl.”

Choosing peace over war, you ignored her last comment.

“No but seriously”, she added, refusing to drop it. “We should go to the party. Maybe you can chat up a nice guy, and fuck Jungkook out of your system.”

“I won’t even comment on how disgusting that was.”

“You have one nights all the time, don’t act all prude on me.” She paused, as she took a bite of food. “Also, you know how I like Minchae’s parties, we always end up having a blast.”

That was very true, whether you liked it or not. You and Aera had always been party girls, and Minchae opened the door to a totally different crowd than what the usual clubs of Seoul held, a crowd you found you preferred. Not because they were rich, that you didn’t care about. No, because they often carried themselves with more respect than the regular population.

The result of their reputation being their most important brand, you assumed.

“I’ll go only if you let me tattoo a butterfly on the back of your neck”, you teased her, in reference to a drama she had absolutely hated.

You had personally found the main lead’s red flags to be quite attractive, but maybe that was just because you didn’t really do relationships at all, and Park Jae-eon reminded you of yourself, to a certain extent. Except you hadn’t met your ‘Yu Nabi’ yet, and doubted you’d meet one someday.

“Ew, I don’t want you to defile my perfect skin with your ink”, she said, shaking her head forcefully. “And a butterfly? You’re a traitor.”

You laughed heartily, taking a bite of your food before replying. “I swear I’ll tattoo you someday. And you’ll love it.”

“No thanks”, Aera said. “I’d rather die.”

“You’re just afraid of needles.”

“And what about it?”

You laughed again, along with her.

“What’s in it for me, if we go to the party?” you asked once your laughter had subsided.

Aera pondered for a time, index finger tapping on her chin. “A night of blissful fun and temporary pleasure?”

“Are you trying to write a poem or something?”

“No, just trying to convince you to go”, she said, chuckling. “Please?”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. “Alright, we’ll go. But you pay the taxi home.”

You had been friends with Hong Aera for as long as you could remember. You had grown up together, and attended elementary school, middle school and high school together. People had often thought you were twins because of how inseparable you were. Though you had parted ways when she had chosen to go to college, and you opened your tattoo shop with the money you inherited when your grandmother passed away. Your parents had disapproved wildly, but Aera’s support had been all you needed.

And even if your parents still disapproved to this day, they refrained from telling you so. Maybe because you had made a name for yourself in the tattoo industry, but mostly you thought it was because Aera was going to be a surgeon, and she had told them she’d take care of you if need be.

Not that you would ever need it. You made plenty of money practicing your art and you didn’t need more to feel complete. No, you rather liked the life you lived, with all the freedom and the emancipation that it held.

Minchae’s party was held at a private venue, in a posh part of Seoul, not so far from your tattoo shop, in all truth. You needed invitations to get in, so Aera and you found yourselves waiting outside for Minchae to come fetch you.

You weren’t surprised when the girl stepped out with a pretty man on her arm.

You were startled, though, by the realization that it was Jaehyun.

“Hi!” Minchae squeaked as she saw you and Aera, throwing her arms around your necks to pull you into a hug that had you wincing a little.

You had never liked public displays of affection.

Jaehyun met your gaze over Minchae’s shoulders, his eyes widening at the sight of you. He then smiled as he recognized you. You pulled away from Minchae just in time to bow to him and Minchae looked between you two.

“You know each other?” she asked, head tilted to the side prettily.

Jaehyun held out his wrist in the space between you, showing the tattoo you had imprinted on his skin two weeks ago. It was enough explanation for Minchae to connect the dots, and you met her gaze. You swore there was a disapproving light in her eyes, though it lasted for less than a fraction of a second, turning into a warm look.

“Y/n is the one who tattooed you all?” she said, clapping her hands excitedly. “That’s adorable.”

Jaehyun nodded, slowly, as if he wasn’t quite sure if Minchae was being honest, or if she was throwing shade at you. It made you smile wryly, and you two shared a supportive look that went unnoticed to the two other girls completing the square you formed.

“Well”, Jaehyun let out. “I’ll let you girls in.”

And that he sure did, with just a slight bow of his head to the bouncer in front of the door. Bouncer that eyed you suspiciously, but didn’t say anything.

You followed Jaehyun up a narrow and dark staircase, each step up increasing the volume of the music, until a door opened to what looked like an actual rave. Indeed, a large dance floor covered most of the floor, and throbbing lights provided enough lighting for you to see the dancing mingling bodies. A bar stood on the other side of the dance floor, up a small flight of stairs, though it was hard to distinguish it, with the lights and the smoke that lingered in the air. Tables were pushed against the walls of the private club, with a couple of actual booths residing in one of the corners of the room.

A shot of electricity went through your blood at the sight, and you and Aera shared an ecstatic look, right as Jaehyun led you to the booth where he and his friends were waiting.

Maybe you had been stupid, to not realize that it meant you’d probably run into Jeon Jungkook, when you had first seen Jaehyun outside. Or maybe you had just been waiting for the moment he’d reappear into your life, as if the gravity between you was too strong for him to resist. And you were glad he had reappeared like that, without you having to do anything.

It gave you a weird sense of control. Even though he was sitting with a pretty girl next to him, lost in a conversation with her. Yet, as you neared the booth, Jungkook’s eyes slid to you, and his gaze stopped on you, taking you in. Drinking you in, looking you up and down until his eyes met yours with a knowing light.

Maybe you had no control whatsoever.

“This is Aera”, Minchae introduced your friend, before motioning to you. “And you already know Y/n.”

Jungkook’s eyes hadn’t moved from you, and a knowing smirk grew on his lips.

“Y/n”, he whispered, as if tasting your name in his mouth.

Even though you couldn’t hear him with the music in the club, seeing his lips move with the shape of your name had your blood turning hot in your veins.

You bowed your head, eyes never leaving his, even as you felt the girl’s gaze on you. It was a stranger’s gaze, and you didn’t care about her. Not when Jungkook had your whole focus.

“Nice to meet you”, Aera said, looking around the table. Stopping on Jungkook’s friends – Cha Eunwoo and Kim Mingyu – before skimming over the girl at Jungkook’s side. Only then did Aera look at you, with a malevolent glint in her eyes.

She had known Jungkook was there all along, hadn’t she? You met her gaze, eyes dipping to the smirk that was growing on her lips, and you both let out a small laugh. The kind of laughs only close friends could share, the ones that usually held a whole conversation.

It had everyone looking at you, including Minchae, though she was pretty used to you and Aera already. You didn’t acknowledge her, instead looking back towards Jungkook, as his two friends struggled to scooch out of the booth to hug you and Aera. Aera’s hands remained on Eunwoo for a little longer than needed, and you tucked that piece of information to the back of your mind.

You’d give her shit for it as soon as you got a moment alone.

“Didn’t expect to see you again”, Eunwoo said as he moved towards you. “Thank you, for the tattoo.”

You glanced at the spot on his arm, before looking up at his pretty features. “It was my pleasure. You guys were fun to tattoo, even though you were drunk.”

Eunwoo laughed. “That we were.” He motioned over his shoulder, in the general direction of Jungkook. “Jungkook-ah didn’t give you too much of a hard time?”

You tilted your head in confusion at the smirk that was on his lips when he finished his sentence. “Should he have?”

It was said flirtingly, somehow, with your eyes trailing to Jungkook. He met your gaze, wet his lips, and then turned his head towards the pretty girl by his side. She shone under his attention, the corners of her mouth moving upwards as she bashed her eyelashes. You didn’t know if she had done it on purpose, but you would have sneered at her hadn’t you been talking to Eunwoo.

Realizing you hadn’t been paying attention to his reply.

“Sorry, what was that?” you asked, focusing your attention back on him.

He chuckled, hands digging in the pockets of his pants. “I was saying he asked us to leave you alone.”

You had known it, somehow. Expected it, maybe, but hearing the confirmation felt like a small victory. You had been right – you had an effect on Jungkook too. And even though he was solely focused on the pretty girl next to him right now, you knew the night was young.

You had plenty of time to gravitate back in his orbit. Or him in yours, because you weren’t going to wait for him. Not when his attractive friends were all too ready to party with Aera, Minchae and you.

Especially not when you danced with Aera as she had her eyes set on Eunwoo, grinding on you, showing him just what he was missing. And when she tilted her head to the side, pretty neck exposed, you pressed a kiss on her skin, sucking it in just a little, before meeting Eunwoo’s gaze. You winked at him, challenging him to take your place.

You were pretty sure he was gulping, but it didn’t matter, because you were already pushing Aera towards him. Your job here was done. So, you turned towards Mingyu, as Minchae was dancing with Jaehyun already. Mingyu seemed startled under your attention, and you wondered if maybe he was too pure, for the kind of thoughts that lurked in your mind whenever you found yourself entranced by the music of a club. Whenever you found yourself entranced by the presence of Jeon Jungkook in your vicinity. And he was right there, in your line of sight. Still at the table, with the pretty girl, but you could tell she was losing his attention. Indeed, his eyes were on you, following your every move. You chose that moment to smirk, swaying your hips provocatively, before looking at Mingyu again.

Mingyu seemed to cower under the intensity in your gaze, even though it wasn’t directed at him. No, your blood was still very much boiling for Jungkook.

“You and your friends are always like that?” Mingyu asked innocently as you took a step closer to him, standing close enough for his voice to carry to your ears even with the loud music.

You shrugged. “Only with pretty boys.”

He shook his head, chuckling lightly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It was one.”

You shared a smile, though Mingyu seemed too shy, for you. As much as you liked to bring boys out of their shells, he wasn’t one you wanted to play with. He was a client even though your professional relationship was over now.

Unless he chose to come back to you for another tattoo, of course.

Before you could say something, a hand found its way to the small of your back. You smirked knowingly, as the smell of his cologne hit your nose.

“Having fun?” Jungkook asked, leaning close to speak in your ear.

Your eyes were still boring into Mingyu’s gaze when you replied, “Were you getting jealous?”

Mingyu laughed, looking between you and Jungkook. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

He was gone in an instant, but you kept looking at the spot where he had disappeared, refusing to look at Jungkook. You wouldn’t give in to him. After all, he was a client too.

“Well, you were putting on quite the show”, Jungkook replied, hot breath tickling the side of your face. “Y/n.”

Your name, said in that husky tone of his… it had your insides burning white hot.

“Weren’t you busy with…” you trailed off, because you had no idea what the girl’s name had been.

He chuckled manly. “Not when I have a chance to unveil the mystery.”

The hand on the small of your back hadn’t moved, and your focus zeroed in on it as he stroked your back gently, the sweet movement such a stark contrast with the sultriness in his tone that you glanced at him.

A mistake, because the galaxies his eyes held pulled you in their gravity, and this time you knew you wouldn’t be able to step back.

“Oh, maybe if you had dmed me you’d have a chance”, you said, voice low, as your eyes dipped to the piercing on his lip, right as his tongue played with it. You imagined playing with it yourself, as heat pooled between your legs.

How could someone have such a strong effect on you?

He cocked his head to the side, a dangerous look taking over his features as he too glanced at your lips. “I don’t chase girls.”

Was he offering you dominance in the silent battle between you two so easily?

“Then what are you doing here, Jeon Jungkook?”

You knew you had won and so did he. His eyes crinkled with amusement, stars swirling in their depths. “Had to save poor Mingyu, he looked terrified.”

“Oh, he’s a client, he had nothing to worry about.”

“Is that why you’re looking at me like that too?”

The question confused you slightly, threatening to make the victory fall in his camp. “Maybe I look at everyone like that.”

It was a lie. You knew you had never looked at anyone like you were looking at Jungkook, like he was an oasis in the middle of the desert.

Jungkook stepped closer, moving in front of you. You hadn’t realized how tall he was, compared to you, until he was standing right there in front of you, head tilting down to look at you.

“You’re a hungry one, aren’t you?”

“Is there something wrong with it?” you asked.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it makes you easy to read.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, and the victory slipped out of your reach. “What?”

He wet his lips, let them spread into a smirk. “I know I just have to do this”, he said, one hand coming up to your face, thumb brushing your mouth, “to get you to reveal your secrets.”

Maybe you hadn’t lost after all. “In your dreams.”

And you grabbed his thumb, sucking on it gently, tongue playing with it for half a second before you pulled away, taking a step back from Jungkook.

“You won’t have me so easily, Jeon Jungkook.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re really going to make me chase, aren’t you?”

You winked at him. “Isn’t it more fun like that?”

He seemed to ponder it for a time, as the tension between you became easier to deal with. Perhaps because you had put a little distance between you, and his gravity was lesser where you stood.

“I don’t know, Y/n, I don’t know”, he replied. He laughed again, as if in disbelief, his eyes moving down your frame before meeting your own again. “I hadn’t realized how small you were.”

You refused to admit to him you had thought the opposite of him, just a moment ago.

“Do you want a drink?” he offered.

It had you glance at Aera, who was grinding on Eunwoo now, and at Minchae, who danced with her forehead pressed against Jaehyun’s. Maybe you had been looking for salvation, because seeing them busy had a drop of cold sweat forming on your brow.

You couldn’t afford to be alone with Jungkook any longer, or else your body would win against your mind.

“As a client thanking you”, Jungkook quickly added, raising his hands as if to show he was harmless. “And I’ll let you have your little secrets.”

“You’d buy me a drink, without expecting anything in return?”

He shrugged. “I’m not going to ask anything of you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

And you weren’t at all. Just knew the lava in your blood was going to melt you down if you kept looking at him. So, you looked away once again, this time meeting Aera’s gaze. She glanced between you two pointedly, before her eyes slid to Eunwoo as he said something in her ear.

You hadn’t needed anything more to know what she wanted to tell you, with those pretty big eyes of hers. Go with him. And maybe you were resisting for no other reasons than the fact that Jungkook was very much the type of guy you liked to toy with. Those men that loved themselves far too much, and thought the whole world loved them too.

To be fair, Jungkook was at the receiving end of a lot of love in this world. Far more than you would ever be.

“I like whiskey”, you told him.

He smirked, nodding appreciatively. “It’s a good thing I like it too.” His hand reached for yours, big hand wrapping around your small one, pulling you behind him as he headed towards the bar.

It felt strange, to be led by him, but you took advantage of that time to drop your gaze to his tattooed arm, once again drinking in the sight of the ink on his skin. As if you hadn’t had enough when he had been in your shop two weeks ago.

The tattoos were well done, if you were being honest. Set in his skin by an expert hand. They were different from your style – you were more of a fine or thin line tattoo artist, with a few exceptions along the way. Yet their style fit him well, making him seem manlier than his pretty doe eyes did, as he glanced at you over his shoulder.

Meeting his gaze then felt different, and you hated it. You rather preferred the lust to whatever it was that his gaze was painted with right now. So, you smirked, and his gaze darkened again, pulling you in its stars and galaxies.

You walked up the flight of stairs, heading towards the bar. People moved out of your way, as they recognized Jungkook. They looked at you curiously, but you knew they wouldn’t speak. Or maybe you just hoped they wouldn’t, because he was still firmly holding your hand.

“We’ll have two whiskeys”, he told the barmaid, before finally letting your hand go as he rested an elbow on the bar.

You stopped next to him, glancing once at him, before letting your gaze wander on the array of alcohol on the wall, illuminated by a red light in the ceiling. You knew his eyes were boring into your profile, but you stubbornly kept your gaze on the bottles.

He chuckled once again, and that more than anything had you glancing at him. “What’s funny?” you asked him.

“Nothing.” He shrugged, before grabbing one of the glasses the barmaid had put in front of you. He handed it to you, and you accepted it with a small bow of your head before taking a sip, turning your head away from him. It had his smirk widen into a grin.

“What?” you asked as you turned back towards him

“I’m older than you, am I not?”

Oh, he was good, wasn’t he?

“Maybe”, you replied. You winked at him as he took a sip of his own glass, his eyes not leaving yours.

“You don’t look all that young, so I’d say you’re 24?”

“And you’re what, 26?”

He nodded his head, before winking at you. “See, I told you you’re easy to read.”

You couldn’t help the small laugh you let out this time. “I didn’t even tell you if I really am 24.”

“Well I am 26.”

You nodded a little, taking a sip from your glass. This time, you didn’t look away from him, letting the alcohol roll on your tongue.

“No respect for your elders?”

In all truth, you were 26 too. In Korean age, that is. You didn’t tell it to Jungkook though, letting him connect the dots by himself. And it took him a moment, but his face soon enough lit up with understanding.

“You are 26 too, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I am”, you said, chuckling and he shook his head disapprovingly.

“This is going to become annoying, is it not?”

You cocked your head to the side innocently. “What is?”

“You, refusing to answer a question.” His eyes moved on your features, glancing down at the finger you moved on the rim of your glass.

“Yes, I am 26.”

He smiled, nudging you gently. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”

“Didn’t you say you weren’t going to ask me anything?” You pursed your lips, trying to keep a smirk in.

“A pain in the ass, really.”

His comment took you by surprise, and you burst out laughing. He joined in, seemingly relieved that you had found him funny. When your laughter subsided, you found yourself gazing into his eyes again. Losing your train of thought as he glanced down at your lips again, wetting his own, before running a hand through his hair.

It had you look at his hair, and at the way it almost fell in his eyes. Maybe if it was a tiny bit longer, he wouldn’t be able to look at you with such intensity. Maybe then, you wouldn’t find yourself craving for more, as the silence between you filled with tension again.

“What’s your favourite tattoo?” he asked, out of the blue.

You froze because you did have an answer to that question. One you weren’t willing to give him, and probably never would be.

“I love all of them”, you chose to say. “What’s yours?”

He glanced down at his arm, turning it so he could see the Bulletproof tattoo on his forearm. Your eyes hadn’t dropped to the art yet, and you didn’t miss the way confusion moved in his gaze, quickly followed by a darkness that had nothing to do with lust, before the emotion was gone.

It slapped you across the face. He had looked heartbroken, for half a beat. As if the tattoo held a bad memory – and as your eyes followed his, you could see that it was a cover-up.

You didn’t let the questions in your mind form on your lips, as he turned his arm the other way to show you a snake tattoo.

“I like this one”, he said. “I got it a couple of months ago.”

Your hand darted out between you, until your fingers grazed the skin of his tattoo, following the lines. “You like dark and thick tattoos, don’t you?”

“I do”, he said, and he took you by surprise as he added, “I know they aren’t your type”.

They really weren’t, and you were surprised he knew. “You have been stalking me, haven’t you?”

He shrugged. “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t taken a look at your Instagram.”

And yet he hadn’t dmed you. Perhaps he liked the chase more than he wanted to admit, when it was in his favour.

“Do you like fine line tattoos?” you asked him.

He met your gaze, finally looking up from the art on his arm. “I’d like to have one, if you’re the one that’s going to put it on my skin.”

So, the flirting was back. You tried not to let your mind wander to the darkness you had seen in his eyes – as if all the galaxies and stars had perished – and rather liked to tell yourself you succeeded.

“As I told you two weeks ago, you know where to find me.”

He drank from his whiskey, rolling it in his mouth before he swallowed. “Then I’ll have to come visit you soon.”

“My door is always open for you.”

He chuckled, as he watched you sip from your glass.

“You don’t drink fast, do you?”

“I like to enjoy my whiskey”, you said, shrugging your shoulders. “This one is a good one.”

He smirked. “I wouldn’t get something cheap for you.”

You rolled your eyes, though a playful smile moved on your lips. “Well then, thank you, Jeon Jungkook.”

You fell silent again, and you met the intensity that was simpering from his gaze once more. You didn’t shy away from it, not even as your mind wondered what the cause behind it was. If Jeon Jungkook gave himself away far too much because he was trying to forget something, or maybe to forget someone. To fuck them out of his system, like Aera had suggested you’d do.

You let him flirt, and flirted back without a single ounce of shame, even as he moved a little closer to you, one hand resting on your hip, as you pointed to where your own snake tattoo was. His thumb brushed the spot over the fabric, and it burned so hard you took in a sharp breath.

When he met your gaze, you could tell something had changed. And you weren’t sure if it was in you, or if it was in him, that the change had happened. Just that your mind was losing its battle.

“I thought you’d want to keep your tattoos a secret”, Jungkook murmured.

You were currently on your second glass of whiskey, and the rich peppery-oak alcohol was starting to numb your mind a little. Your mind and your inhibitions, it seemed.

“I only told you because you also have a snake tattoo”, you said.

He cocked an eyebrow. “I doubt yours looks like mine.”

It was an open door if you had ever seen one.

“Are you trying to get me to let you look at it?” you asked, tilting your head to the side.

He wet his lips, before shrugging his shoulders, though he remained silent. Just kept his heavy gaze on you; eyes brimming with gravity and stars, black holes and everything deep space holds. It pulled you in, ensnared you better than anything could have had. Better than his words could, better than the memory of his fingers on your hip could.

“Will you be nice and not touch, if I let you look at it?” you asked, voice dripping with lust.

It took even you by surprise, as his eyes trailed down to the spot you had indicated. It felt as if he was undressing you, and you only then realized how much you actually wanted him to do so.

Maybe Aera was right, and you just needed to fuck him out of your system.

“I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to do”, he replied, voice so low it sounded like a growl.

And his pretty big eyes were set in that same dangerous look, the one that held more black holes than stars, the one you couldn’t escape from. So, you took a step forward, brushed a hand on his bicep, before glancing up at his face. “Well then maybe we should find somewhere private.”

He nodded, a smirk spreading on his lips. “It’s a good thing I know just the place.”

“Then show me the way.” You finished your glass, holding out your hand for him to take. His eyes dropped to it, and you were surprised at the gentleness his fingers took on as they gently wrapped around your own. The touch was so light you barely even were sure it was there, as if he was afraid he’d crush your fingers if he held onto you.

Such a gentle touch, for the boy with galaxies in his eyes.

 *****

           “Where are you bringing me?” you asked, giggling a little as Jungkook pulled you behind him in the street, the orange glow of the streetlights painting the scene in a familiar tone.

It made you feel young, as if you were still a teenager, breaking rules you didn’t even know existed.

“We’re almost there”, Jungkook said, and he walked a little faster.

Your tiny legs had to break into a small jog to keep up with him, and you cursed at him under your breath.

“What if someone sees us?” you asked.

It was a useless question. The streets were completely empty, save for you, the man in front of you, and the crescent of the moon in the sky.

“Then I’m in for one hell of a scolding”, he replied truthfully. He chuckled, glancing over his shoulders. “Good thing we’re here.”

You looked around as he dropped your hand, moving towards the garage door to your left. Your brows creased in confusion, even more so as he pressed a code in next to the door, and it started sliding up.

“Where are we?” you asked, but Jungkook ignored your question as he fished keys out of his pocket to unlock the glass door that had appeared behind the garage one.

You caught sight of a drum lesson ad on the glass, though Jungkook grabbed your hand to pull you in before you could say anything.

The front room of the music studio was small, only illuminated by the neon lights outside. The tile floor reflected the light, just enough for you to see Jungkook was leading you towards a door in the back, one that had no windows whatsoever.

The next room was dark, save for the rectangle of light that came from outside. Jungkook seemed to know his way around, because you heard his feet scuffling on the floor as he made his way in, leaving you at the door. A few seconds later, the sound stopped, and fairy lights lit up.

It indeed was a music studio, with two complete sets of drums on each side of it, along with a few guitars on the wall. Fairy lights were hung up where the ceiling met the walls, circling the whole room, creating an atmosphere that was far more romantic than the posters that decorated the room – heavy metal groups, from the looks of it.

Except the single BTS one, white in the sea of darker ones, that had Jungkook’s autograph on it.

“I take drum lessons here”, Jungkook said, and you glanced at him, standing on the other side of the room.

His hands had found their way to his pockets, and he was looking at you with a curious look. He almost looked vulnerable, with those big doe eyes of his.

“Do you bring a lot of girls here?” you asked as you moved into the space, walking behind one of the drum sets to make your way to the BTS poster.

Jungkook chuckled, and once again it didn’t sound flirtatious at all. Just vulnerable, like he was afraid you’d judge him. “No, I don’t.”

That made you look at him, your gaze caressing his features until it landed on the lip piercing he was biting at.

“Don’t lie to me”, you whispered, and you looked away, because his eyes had lost their intensity, and he looked far too honest for your own good.

“I’m showing you a piece of me, because you said you’d show me a piece of you”, he said, shrugging his shoulders. As if it was normal for him to do something like that. It was so sweet it had you looking at him again. “Just trying to make you comfortable”, he finished.

You pondered for a time, lips pouting a little as your eyes lost their focus on the room around you. “What makes you think I’m not comfortable around you?”

He had a winning smirk on his lips when you looked at him again. “Because you keep squirming under my gaze?”

Jeon Jungkook definitely knew what he was doing. Showing a little bit of vulnerability, just to ensnare you further, until you were so tangled up in his web he could eat you alive. And although you usually were one to bite back, you found he was indeed right.

You were squirming under his gaze. And it rendered you speechless, as he took a step toward you. You didn’t let him finish crossing the distance between you, instead turning to look at the poster.

“It’s so out of place”, you said, motioning to it. Trying to switch the subject, which proved to be completely useless as Jungkook stopped behind you, far enough so he didn’t touch you, but close enough so you could feel him right there.

He was radiating a warmth that had your mind going into overdrive.

“Why is that?” he asked, and your breath hitched in your throat as he brushed your hair off from your shoulder, revealing your neck. He chuckled then, before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Relax, I’m just trying to take a good look at your sun tattoo.”

You gulped, staying still as you assumed his eyes were roaming around the skin of your neck, landing on the tattoo. He chuckled, before making you turn around.

“I have a seven, in the exact same spot”, he told you, before turning his head to show you.

You couldn’t resist reaching up to trace your finger along the lines of the tattoo, ever so gently, and Jungkook stiffened under your touch, as if just that had been enough for lust to erupt inside of him.

Much like it had been enough for you too.

“For the seven members?” you asked, and your hand finally fell back at your side.

He nodded, and galaxies shone as he looked at you. “Yeah.”

Another silence, another beat of tension.

You were going insane.

“Are you going to show me your other tattoos, now?” he asked, right as his eyes dropped to your mouth. Staying there, as you bit at your lower lip.

It was a nervous habit of yours, but it seemed to do something to him.

“Here?”

He wet his lips, his tongue pushing on the inside of his cheek as his head tilted to the side. “It’s just us two.”

“What if someone comes in?”

He looked towards the studio door, and it seemed to take everything in him to decide to move. But he did, walking towards the door and closing it.

Locking it.

“I doubt someone would come here at this hour, but just to be sure”, he said, as he prowled towards you, taking his sweet time.

His eyes moved down to the side of your hip, boring through the fabric. You could feel their burning kiss over the snake on your skin, and you instinctively reached down, hiding the spot with your hand.

Not that it changed anything.

“You can’t touch”, you murmured.

And you were glad you were wearing a skirt, because watching his eyes following it as it inched upwards on your thighs had heat pooling between your legs.

“I promise I won’t”, he whispered, stopping so close to you you could feel his heat again.

You pulled your skirt all the way up, turning a little until he could see the snake. The snake and your lacy white thong, though most of you was still hidden.

He breathed in sharply, eyes looking down at you. You were so close you doubted he could have a good view, so you took a step back. It led to you leaning against the wall, as his galaxies drank you in.

“It suits you well”, he said, eyes moving up your frame until he met your gaze.

“You think so?” You cocked your head to the side, as he nodded. “Do you want to touch it?”

He smirked, shaking his head slightly. “You are dangerous.”

“So are you, Jeon Jungkook.”

“But I’m a client, am I not?”

Common sense couldn’t cut through the lust clouding your mind. “I touched your tattoos, it’s only fair you touch mine, no?”

He played with his piercing, eyes boring into yours, as you were still holding your skirt up. “What do you want me to touch you with?”

It was your turn to suck in a sharp breath. “You can start with your fingers.”

He nodded, and his tattooed hand reached out. His touch was light, as he followed the body of the snake, but it left a burning trail behind it. “Just my fingers?”

You were going to die tonight, you were pretty sure of it now.

“What else do you want to touch me with?”

He laughed, dangerously. “You’re the one in control, Y/n. What do you want me to do?”

It surprised you, that he let you have control. But maybe he was relinquishing it just to pull you into his gravity further, letting you think you had the advantage until you were stuck on his horizon, heading for the singularity at the middle of the universe in his eyes.

“What do you like to do, with your fingers?”

Burning. You were burning, and so was he, with his dark gaze filled with stars and galaxies. So much so that you thought you’d combust.

His fingers moved, ever so slowly, heading closer to the heat between your legs. “Do you want me to touch you there?” he asked, as his digits barely even grazed you above your panties.

Your panties were getting more soaked by the seconds, and your eyes fluttered close. “We shouldn’t.”

His hand moved away from you, and you wanted to curse him. Until he spoke. “We can just do it for fun, you know.”

You chuckled. “That never works out.”

“But it’s fun while it lasts.”

He was right. And you liked that fun too, the thrilling of giving your body while your heart stayed unavailable, and your mind stayed unreachable. But Jeon Jungkook was treacherous, with his gravity and stars: he had already invaded your mind.

“Touch me”, you breathed, and your eyelids fluttered open so you could see the emotions on his face. The lust and the desire and the passion. They had taken over him too.

“Just my fingers?” He cocked his head to the side, and it was almost arrogant, in a male way that did wonders to your already soaked pussy.

“You’re afraid you can’t get me off with just your fingers?” you asked, smirking as surprise moved on his features.

He hadn’t expected you to still have a bite in you, hadn’t he?

“Oh, I’m not worried”, he said, right as he pressed his thumb against your middle, right where your juice was already seeping through the fabric of your thong. “You’re already so wet.”

You tried to hold his gaze as his thumb moved up, pressing against your clit, but as soon as it reached the bundle of nerves, your eyes shut, and you rested your head against the wall.

He moved his thumb in slow circles, never pressing harder, teasing you with just enough sensitivity for your body to be craving more. It wasn’t enough to get you off at all, just enough to frustrate your pussy, and it clenched around nothing.

He played with you a little longer, and he was smirking when you finally found the strength to meet his gaze again.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Taking my time to unravel the mystery.”

He pressed harder then, and a breathy sound fell from your mouth.

“Stop teasing”, you warned him.

“Or what?”

You bit your lip in frustration. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“No”, he said. “I want to play with you.”

It was a red flag if you had ever seen one. Why then was red your favourite color?

“Play with me harder and faster”, you told him.

He obeyed, his other hand moving to pull your soaked panties to the side, before he pressed his thumb back on your clit. Your eyes shut again, and he slid his thumb between your lips, to collect your juices, before moving back up to your clit.

“Like that?” he asked, punctuating his question with a harder touch, and you let out another breathy sound. He chuckled, and stopped moving for a second. “You are so hot.”

And then, it was like something had clicked in his head. As if his galaxies had swallowed him whole too, and he had lost control of himself. Because he started moving in quick circles, with just the perfect pressure, and the hand that was holding your panties to the side started playing with your lips, until a long finger pushed inside of you, spreading your walls lightly.

He cursed then, a small word that made you clench around him, as his finger curled to find that perfect spot.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

It was true, you were drenched, pussy making squelching sounds as he started pumping in and out, adding another finger. You moaned, one of your hands moving to your breast, massaging it through your shirt and your bra, and your eyes slid open.

He had a feral look on his face, almost as if he was in pain, from just touching you with his fingers. But you liked the tease too, and as much as you knew his piercing would do wonders against you, you didn’t ask him for more.

Maybe you were more in control than you felt like you were, even though you were slowly unraveling, inching closer to your high.

The wet sounds between your legs were pornographic, as he picked up the pace, eyes locked with yours, until he slid his gaze down between your legs, where his hands were working on you.

“You’re so wet I’ve got juice dripping from my wrist”, he groaned, and you moaned louder as he added a third finger, stretching you open wide.

Your grip on your skirt faltered, and it fell on his arm, as he kept fingering you like his life depended on it. You were getting closer, pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach, and your eyes struggled to keep looking at him. He was watching you, studying your every move, searching for every little tell your body gave him. And it gave many, as your hand grabbed his wrist, nails digging in his skin.

He hissed, though he just started moving faster, as if he was still holding back.

He was going to be the death of you.

Your knees buckled, with the increase in speed, and Jungkook slowed down, looking between your eyes.

“Do you need to lie down?”

You didn’t reply, instead rocking your hips forward, fucking yourself on his fingers. He smirked, before pulling away, leaving you empty, with your juices dropping on the ground.

“Lie down”, he ordered, motioning towards the other side of the room.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, but you noticed a leather couch over there. You made a step towards it, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist, with the hand whose thumb had been playing with your clit. He then reached up with his other hand, fingers glistening with your juices grazing your lips.

Your tongue darted out, licking his fingers, until he pushed them in your mouth. You sucked on his digits, your tongue moving against the pads, eyes boring into his. Into the blackness of his eyes. It felt like you were free falling, and you reached between you, hand blindly aiming for the imprint of his dick.

He took a step back, pulling his fingers out of your mouth as he tutted. “I told you not to touch me, didn’t I?”

“Why?” you asked, unable to help yourself.

He shrugged, winking at you. “We need to keep some of the mystery alive.”

You wanted to roll your eyes at him, but then his hand fell to your breast, massaging it a little, much like you had been doing earlier.

“Don’t you have another tattoo?” he asked.

That one you weren’t ready to show him. At all. So you shrugged, a little like he just had, before heading to the couch. Sitting on it, eyes searching his gaze as he moved closer. The predator and its prey, stuck in their deathly dance.

“Do you want me to touch you with something else?” he asked.

You chuckled. “Still don’t believe you can get me off with just your fingers?”

Without any warning, Jungkook pulled on your ankles, until your ass was on the edge of the couch. He kneeled on the floor between your open legs, and his hands caressed the skin of your thighs as they moved up, inching closer to your heat again, pulling your skirt up.

“I know I can, I just want to make you feel good.”

He grabbed your panties, pulling them down your legs, moving to the side a little so he could get them off your right leg. He let them dangle from your left leg, as his eyes fell from your own gaze to your pussy.

“You are so fucking hot”, he said, and he wet his lips, as if he was a starved man and you, the last meal on Earth.

“You want to eat me out?” you asked.

He chuckled. “I won’t eat you out before I’ve even kissed you”, he said. “Besides, I want to see you come on my hands first.”

On that note, he pushed two fingers inside of you again, and your head threw back, resting against the couch.

“Fuck…” you cursed.

Another manly chuckle escaped him as he established a slower rhythm this time. He used his thumb to rub circles on your clit again, as his other hand pushed your legs open wider.

“So fucking wet…”

“Go faster”, you breathed.

He tutted again. “Nobody has ever taught you how to say please, mmh?”

Jeon Jungkook had a begging kink?

“Just fucking do it”, you growled, as the knot in your core tightened, refusing to uncoil.

His hand pulled out, and he slapped your pussy. The initial shock had you seeing stars, and you looked down at him, at him and the devilish look on his face.

“Be a good girl and ask nicely”, he said.

You bit down on your lip, almost enough to draw blood. He waited, looking at you pointedly as his digits hovered at your entrance, waiting for the word to dive in again.

“Please go faster”, you replied, in almost a whine, and the victorious smirk on his lips made you see stars again.

His fingers, too, as they pushed in and out once, before pumping in and out so quickly you couldn’t tell where one movement ended and the other began. The pleasure all blended in together, as his thumb moved back to work on your sensitive clit.

You moaned, clenching on his fingers and he growled, adding scissoring motions to the whole ordeal.

“I’m going to come”, you said, right as the knot built up again.

It was starting to uncoil when Jungkook said, “Come for me, pretty girl”.

And you did, with a high-pitched moan that rang in your ears as the first wave of your orgasm hit you, bringing you to a height you had never visited before. Your pussy pulsed around his fingers, and he slowed down to milk your orgasm out of you as the second wave crashed into you.

“Fuck”, you breathed, and one of your hands grabbed his wrist again, holding onto him as his fingers fucked into you.              

The third wave was a little lesser, though he kept moving, eyes following you through the waves of your pleasure. Until he stopped feeling you clenching. Then his thumb stopped moving, but his fingers stayed deep inside of you, still curling up, still playing with your g-spot.

“Have you ever squirted before?” he asked.

You met his gaze, gulping. “No guy has ever made me squirt”, you replied truthfully, your mind far too lust-filled for you to craft a flirty lie.

He pulled his fingers out of you to make you lie down on the couch, as you watched him through your heavy lids. He then put a knee on the couch, his other leg finding footing on the ground, before his tattooed hand moved between your legs again.

“Happy to oblige.”

Your eyes widened just a little as he dove right in, fingers curling up to meet your oversensitive g-spot. You cried out, and when you moved to reach between you two, Jungkook grabbed your hands and put them over your head, holding you in place.

You squirmed a little, but he just kept going, kept pushing against your g-spot, so quickly and hard that your eyes lost all their focus. Your legs started shaking, and you let out a string of broken moans. The squelching sound became louder, and you tried to close your thighs around his wrist, as if searching for more pressure.

“Let go when you want”, he breathed and you moaned in response, right as another knot tightened in your belly.

A completely different one, that ached just a little, and your eyes found his. Found his galaxies, and dove right in, swam right into their depths, until the knot exploded and you squirted, his fingers leaving your tight walls to circle your clit in a frenetic dance.

And as soon as you finished, he went right back in, pulling another orgasm out of you as if it was nothing. As if you were just playdough underneath his fingers. Maybe you were, and he was just shaping you up, until you resembled more of a mess than a living thing, as you kept moaning underneath him.

You lost count of how many times he made you come. Just knew that your mind was so blissed out you couldn’t really remember your name. All you knew were his fingers in you, and when they left you empty, your eyes fluttered open.

The lights looked different, with the ecstasy you were swimming in. His features were different too, as if he was changed, by the pleasure he had given you. The galaxies were still there, but they were gentler. Softer. Maybe because you had visited their depths already.

Or so you liked to tell yourself.

“Look at you, making a mess out of the leather couch”, he said, and it took a moment for his words to register. For you to prop yourself up on your elbows, and see the puddle between your legs.

“Holy fuck”, you muttered, falling back down as your arms gave out.

He laughed, and you watched as he scanned the room for something to clean the mess with. “I’ll be right back.”

He got up, moving out of the room, leaving you alone in that ocean of bliss you were floating in. And it felt better than anything you had ever felt – as if you had reached nirvana. You only hoped it would last.

“There you go”, he said as he came back, with paper towels he had probably fished from the bathroom. He had brought actual toilet paper too, and he handed that to you as he started cleaning the couch.

You slowly started cleaning yourself up. Your hands shook a little with the afterglow of ecstasy now that you were starting to come down.

“Holy fuck”, you said again, and Jungkook laughed.

He met your gaze, and his face was lit up from within, as if he had reached peak happiness. It was the strangest thing to see, after all the lust it had held a moment ago. As if making you come like that had been enough to get him off too.

“You liked that?”

You held his gaze, cocking an eyebrow. “Liked?” You laughed airily, shaking your head in disbelief. “What the hell was that?”

He shrugged, as if what he had just pulled out of you was the easiest thing he had ever done. “I made you squirt.”

You gave him a no-bullshit look.

“Had you never squirted before at all?” he enquired, curiosity taking over his features.

You slowly shook your head. “I came before, but I didn’t… not like that.”

His lips spread into a grin. “I’m glad I’m the first one.”

He looked cute, with that grin on his lips. It made his eyes crinkle at the corners, and his cheeks puff up just a little. It made the galaxies look like promises of uncharted territory, a territory you wanted to explore.

You pushed yourself up again, this time successfully sitting. “I’m pretty sure we ruined the couch”, you said, as your eyes looked at the spot Jungkook had just finished cleaning up.

“I’ll come back tomorrow with stuff to actually clean the leather”, he reassured you. “They are closed tomorrow, so no one will know.”

It hit you then, that he had just pulled out of you a dozen of the most mind-blowing orgasms you had ever had, all in the middle of a public space.

You would have been lying if you said it didn’t turn you on even more.

“Should we add your mess, then?” you asked.

 A hint of that same passion moved back into his eyes, and he breathed in sharply. It had you looking down at the erection that was pressing against his pants.

“I can make you feel good too.”

He was shaking his head slightly when you looked up. “Not tonight.”

You cocked your head to the side. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

“Oh, believe me, I do”, he said, chuckling a little. “But tonight was about you, and about making you comfortable.”

You would have asked why, had your heart not filled with a strange warmth at his words. You pushed the foreign feeling away, focusing on the lingering lust in you.

“I won’t give myself to you again”, you told him, wetting your lips. Trying to push out of the black holes he had ensnared you with. Trying to swim out of his galaxies, and return to your own body.

He laughed, and said in a knowing tone, “Of course you won’t, Y/n. Of course you won’t.”

Perhaps it was already too late for you.

 *****

                 Art had always been an escape for you. Body art, of all shapes and forms. When you were a kid, you used to draw on your body, until you discovered body paint. Then you did that for a while, until you had met Kim Soobin. Three years older than you, with a full sleeve of tattoos and a love for poetry, Soobin had been the first man you had ever loved. He had taught you how to tattoo, and had left his legacy on your skin, and on your heart.

Soobin had trained you, before you had opened your shop. Had brought in your first clients, speaking praises of you until you were the talk of the field, and people found themselves curious to find out who was that new talent. Soon enough, you didn’t need Soobin anymore, to make a name out of yourself, but you had kept him around.

Young love never lasts, but with him, it did. And sometimes, loving isn’t enough. The universe has different plans, and suddenly you take a side road, and you lose the thing that matters the most. That was what happened with Soobin – only he had been the one to take the side road. He had been the one driving in heavy rain, and he had been the one to die at the hands of a drunk truck driver.

Sometimes, you wondered if you’d still have him around, hadn’t it been for the few fractions of seconds that had led to the truck hitting his car head on. You liked to tell yourself that you would have, and that you’d be considering getting married.

Maybe that, most of all, rendered you completely unavailable for anyone else. And it was okay, it wasn’t like you were looking. You rather enjoyed your temporary connections, and the freedom that it allowed you.

You sighed, pushing your hair behind your ear. Your evening client hadn’t shown up, which had led to you deciding to play with some body paint, trying to figure out what your next tattoo could be. And though you already had a dagger tattooed on your ribs, you found yourself painting one on your thigh, but this time it was made of night and stars.

Perhaps Jeon Jungkook’s effect on you was lasting longer than you had expected it would.

You startled as your phone started ringing, Aera’s name lighting up the screen. You looked down at your paint-covered fingers, before looking at your phone again. Letting it ring until it fell into silence. And as silence filled the air around you again, you focused on your thigh once more. Fell back into the galaxies, and the memories that they held.

No man had ever made you feel as good as Jungkook had. Not even Soobin. And Jungkook had been sweet about it. You had expected him to be cocky, after the whole ordeal, but he had offered you a drink of water. Had asked you if you wanted to eat something, or if you preferred going home. When you had chosen the latter, he had smiled sweetly, before calling you a taxi. He hadn’t talked about seeing you again, and hadn’t contacted you after that.

Maybe that, more than anything, was the reason why you were painting stars and galaxies on your skin right now.

You scoffed, looking up from your thigh, your eyes darting to the vitrine of your shop, and to the street behind it. It was raining heavily, dark clouds looming low on the horizon, and really you felt like going home. Going home and cozying up into a soft blanket, but you didn’t like the rain.

Didn’t want to step out and think about Soobin.

It was a good thing you had a bedroll, in your office. A good thing indeed.

You pushed yourself up, wincing as you left a trail of fingerprints on the floor where you had been sitting. It was nothing you couldn’t clean with water, but it still annoyed you: you liked your shop pristine, no matter if clients were going to show up or not.

You were halfway to the bathroom when the bells of the door cut through the silence, and you stopped, your eyes sliding to the man walking in.

There really was no escaping galaxies, uh?

“Hi”, a very wet Jungkook said, as he shook his hair of the rain. Droplets fell all around him, and it took a moment for his eyes to meet yours. And then they dipped to your legs, and to the body paint on your thigh. A smirk met his lips at the sight of it, and then he looked up again. “What are you doing?”

You were lucky you had chosen to wear a skirt to work – with a weird twist of fate, it was that same skirt you had been wearing the last time you had seen Jungkook – because the skirt hid the top half of your art, the one with the galaxies.

The one you had painted first.

“Body painting”, you replied, cocking an eyebrow. “What else does it look like I’m doing?”

He laughed a sweet laugh that had his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Nothing.” He looked around your shop, as if curious to see if it had changed.

It hadn’t. The only thing that had changed was between you. It was the fact that he had made you squirt like he had, that night a week and a half ago.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, and your eyes followed his hands as they moved to his hair, pushing the wet locks back. It made his biceps pop out a little, and you clenched your teeth at the attraction it pulled out of you.

He shrugged, looking down at the puddle that was forming at his feet. “Sorry for wetting the floor like that.”

“No worries”, you said. You waited for his next words, head tilting to the side, as he met your gaze again.

“I was thinking about getting a new tattoo”, he explained. “Thought you’d be the right person to go to for that.”

A small parallel to the night he had walked in with his friends, it seemed.

“You need to start scheduling appointments”, you reprimanded him, before looking down at yourself. “Let me get cleaned up first.”

He nodded, hands digging in the pockets of his black joggers. And maybe you were stupid, for thinking that Jungkook was a mature man, because when you walked back out of the bathroom, he had paint all over his hands too.

“Oh Gosh”, you let out, and he looked at you from the spot where he was kneeling, sitting back on his heels.

His face took on a startled expression, before he let out a laugh. “Couldn’t help myself. I’ve never used body paint before.”

Something knocked at the back of your mind, but you tried to lock it up: you wouldn’t get horny about Jeon Jungkook painting on you in your tattoo shop.

“You’re worse than a child”, you grumbled as you walked towards him. “You’re going to make a mess.”

He shrugged sheepishly. “I’ll clean up if I do.”

You stopped next to him, cocking an eyebrow. “Will you?”

Now, his face fell into a knowing smirk. “I think you’d be the one to know that I clean up after making a mess.”

You remained silent, as you pursed your lips. As his words left a trail of goosebumps on your skin, that went right down to your core. That ignited a fire there again.

You had tried touching yourself like he had touched you, but there was nothing like those damn fingers of his.

“You don’t talk to me for a week and a half, and then you just come back like that?” you asked, still looking down.

You felt tall, for a moment, and towering over him was way too sweet, for your challenged-filled heart. It gave you even more confidence than you naturally had.

“Would you have liked for me to talk to you?”

You held his inquisitive gaze, doing your best not to let your eyes dip to the lips he wet. “You are hard to follow, Jeon Jungkook.”

He shrugged, before reaching between you. Painting a line on the side of your calf.

“I thought you liked enigmas.”

You gulped, as his hand moved up. You let it reach your thigh before you swatted it away.

“Not when they’re a ghost in my life except when they get horny”, you said, voice low, as you let your gaze fill with the feelings his fingers on your skin had raised in you.

His smirk only widened. “Then good thing I’m here to talk to you about something.”

And before you could say anything else, Jungkook grabbed the back of your legs, making you fall on top of him. You yelped, catching yourself on his shoulders as you ended up straddling him.

“What the fuck, Jeon?” you growled, trying to push yourself away from him. His hands that were holding your legs slid up, under your skirt, until they were resting right below your ass. “That hurt.”

And it had, the shock of your knees on the hardwood floor sending a shot of pain up your spine. You’d definitely have bruises tomorrow.

“I’m sorry”, he said, eyes widening.

That caught your attention. From up close, his eyes held more light than they usually did, as if the galaxies were bigger, closer. And maybe they were, and maybe their gravity was twice as strong, because you found yourself leaning in. Jumping back in his eyes without even an ounce of hesitation.

After all, you were a sucker for outer space.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

It shook you out of your stare, and you pulled at some dry skin on your bottom lip. “I’ll be fine.” You paused, exhaling deeply as your eyes dipped to the piercing he was playing with. “What do you want?”

He smiled then. He was the kind of person who smiled with their eyes first, until their happiness took over the whole of their features, even warming up the space around them.

It made him really hard to look away from.

“I was thinking we could start hanging out more”, he said, looking between your two eyes.

As if he was searching for answers he hadn’t even asked questions about.

“You don’t text me at all and then you think about us hanging out?”

“I’ve been thinking about you.” He chuckled, head cocking to the side. “And I don’t text anyone, ask my friends.”

You stayed silent, trying to determine if there was truth in his eyes. It was hard to tell, with all the stars and galaxies. And you would be damned if you admitted to him you had been thinking about him too.

“Why do you want to hang out with me?”

The question hung heavily in the air between you two. It made his face fall a lot more serious, a lot more dangerous, as he pursed his lips, a crease appearing between his eyebrows. As if you were making him think really hard.

You hoped it was a good sign.

“Do I need to have a reason?” he asked.

Maybe he didn’t really. Maybe you just didn’t trust him at all, with how he made your body react.

“You just want to fuck around”, you stated, because really there was no other reasons you could see.

He shrugged again. “Maybe. But I want it to be with you.”

“Why me?”

He thought for a long time again, and you watched the emotions that moved in his gaze as he did so. And there were a lot of them. Jeon Jungkook was an open book, when you were sitting in his lap.

“I don’t know, you’re really attractive.” He chuckled, shaking his head a little. “You’ve been on my mind since that… night.” His eyes dipped to your lips. “I guess I want more of you.”

It made heat pool between your legs, to have Jeon Jungkook admit he wanted you. So much so that you found your resistance dwindling away.

“I don’t usually have sex with people more than once”, you told him, awaiting his reply with your head cocked to the side.

He wet his lips. “Me neither. But we haven’t had sex, have we?”

It was your turn to search the galaxies in his eyes for an answer to a question you didn’t know. Because you wanted him, hadn’t fucked him out of your system yet. No, he had still been very much so haunting you every night, even more now that you knew just how good he could make you feel. And what would be wrong about having casual sex with him?

You knew he’d always make you feel good.

“You can say no if you don’t want to”, he said as you stayed silent. “I thought I’d ask...”

“What’s in it for me, if I say yes?”

He smirked then, as you gave him the advantage.

You always did, didn’t you?

“Didn’t I make you feel good, that night?” he asked. You nodded, eyelids feeling suddenly heavy with lust at the reminder. “If you’re a good girl, I can make you feel good like that again.”

You tutted, pushing his shoulders back a little. It was awkward, with the position, but he let you lead him until he was lying on the floor, with you on top of him.

“Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll let you touch me again.”

You breathed the words against his lips, before grabbing his hands and putting them over his head. Glancing at his painted fingertips, you let out a sigh.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve ruined my skirt now.”

He gulped, eyes half shut. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

You pressed a small kiss to the corner of his lips and his eyes fell all the way shut. It severed the connection to the galaxies, and brought you right back to reality. Brought you right back to the fact that you didn’t do relationships like that, because it was a betrayal, to how you truly felt inside.

Soobin still occupied too much of your heart, for you to be willing to risk letting someone else in.

But casual sex… it didn’t mean falling in love. It meant trusting someone enough to let them make you feel good, repeatedly, as you made them feel good too. The thought of it was thrilling, even if Jungkook had just barely hinted at it.

And maybe you had always liked a little risk.

“What do you like, Jeon Jungkook?” you asked as you moved to his neck.

You nibbled at the spot beneath his ear, nose grazing his earrings.

“I like to be in control”, he whispered, and it made you freeze for a moment. Because so did you.

“Then how is it going to work?” you asked. “I like it too.”

He chuckled, a deep sound that reverberated through his chest. “Well, I can let you have some control once in a while.”

You nodded, before sitting up, until your core was pressed against his dick, even though he wasn’t really hard yet. His eyes fluttered open, and their gravity pulled you in once again.

“We should establish rules”, you said, voice low and sultry, as you rolled your hips.

“Yeah”, he breathed. He sat up quickly, hands finding their way back under your skirt. Right on your ass, and he made you grind on him again. “We should see each other at least once a week.”

Were you really going to do this?

“You’ll have to text me, if you want to see me that often”, you murmured, eyes fluttering closed as he pushed into you, just a little, the friction hitting your clit.

“I can do that.” It was said like a promise, that he breathed against your lips as he leaned his forehead against yours. “If we sleep with someone else, we have to use protection.”

It was your turn to roll your hips. “You don’t want to use protection with me?”

“I want to feel every inch of your tight little pussy against me.”

You gulped then, as you started feeling wetness pooling between your legs, soaking your panties. “Good thing I take the pill.”

He chuckled. “That was my next rule.”

“Nu-uh”, you said, shaking your head a little. “It’s my turn to make a rule, isn’t it?”

He remained obediently silent.

“You can’t show up at my work”, you said.

The sound he made resembled a small whine, as you grinded on him again.

“But that’s fun”, he said.

One of your hands got lost in his wet curls, and you pulled at them a little, until his forehead didn’t touch yours anymore. “You like a little bit of exhibitionism?”

You asked the question innocently, batting your eyelashes.

“If you’re comfortable with it”, he replied, meeting your gaze with his own intensity.

His eyes had been taken over by black holes, and you felt yourself falling further in.

“If you let me be in control once in a while, I can do a little bit of public space fun.”

He leaned forward, grabbing your bottom lip between his teeth. He sucked on it, and you let out a breathy sound as he let go of it.

“Consider it done.” He made you grind on him again, and your eyes shut at the feeling of his bulge against you.

He wasn’t hard yet, but he definitely was halfway there. And by the feel of the bulge in his sweats, you knew Jeon Jungkook packed a lot more than you had thought.

Perhaps there was a reason behind his confidence other than that of being a renowned idol.

“No feelings”, he said then. It made you laugh, because this whole ordeal was stupid.

You were making a deal with the devil.

“No feelings”, you agreed. “You’re lucky I don’t fall in love.”

“Neither do I.”

You kissed him then, pulling him closer as you grinded into him, moaning as his tongue met yours. And when you pulled away, you smirked.

“No kissing.”

His eyes widened, and he stilled for a moment. “Then why did you just kiss me?”

“You said you didn’t want to eat me out before kissing me.” You winked at him. “Now you can.”

He let out a laugh, that contrasted deeply with the heated atmosphere that had taken over the shop. It had you look away, glancing at the door. The unlocked door, through which anyone could come in. Your eyes skimmed over the vitrine too, and you knew people could see you, if they were to turn their head as they’d walk past.

As much as it seemed to turn Jungkook on, you weren’t willing to risk your reputation as a tattoo artist for him. You doubted he’d like destroying his own reputation too.

“Let’s go in my office”, you said.

He leaned his forehead against yours, hands sliding from your ass to your thighs. “Don’t you have other rules in mind?”

You only had one: let’s not do it and forget you ever asked. But the smell of his expensive cologne and the warmth of his body so close to yours rendered your mind completely useless. That, and the fact that you were swimming in galaxies now.

“Do you?”

“Let’s make it strictly business”, he said, looking right into your eyes.

There was a vulnerability in his gaze then. It reminded you of the cover-up tattoo, and of the heartbreak that had visited his gaze for a moment, that night.

Jeon Jungkook looked afraid, under the intensity in your gaze.

“I agree”, you whispered.

And maybe you only agreed because you were afraid too.

He smiled, winking at you. “Then let’s head to your office. I’ve been starving for a taste of you.”

You chuckled, before standing. “In your dreams, Jeon Jungkook.”

He followed you up. “Oh, I’m about to make my dreams come to life.”

The wetness between your legs was almost aching, just from his words. Just from the perspective of what you were going to do with him. What you knew he could do to you, with just his fingers.

“Not tonight.” You winked at him, before turning away and walking to the door leading to your office. He followed you, lazily, and you let your hips sway just a little more than necessary – something told you Jeon Jungkook was an ass man. “Not tonight”, you repeated as you walked in the office, letting him come in before shutting the door behind you.

He made to trap you between the door and him, but you stepped to the side. “Why?”

“I’m going to suck your dick”, you answered, and his eyes widened.

“Straight to the point”, he commented, letting out a small laugh.

“You asked for it to be business.” You winked at him, before getting on your knees, eyes never leaving his. He looked down at you, teeth playing with his piercing, as his gaze turned dark, galaxies swallowed whole by the black holes.

“That I did”, he said, voice low, as one of your hands wandered from his waist to his dick.

He was still a little soft, but his cock sat heavily in your hands, even with the joggers and underwear between you and his skin.

“How do you like it?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Show me what you’ve got first.”

You bit on his length, a little harder than necessary, before starting to massage it. “I like it rough”, you said, teeth digging in your bottom lip as you grabbed his dick a little harder.

He thrusted forward, just a little, as if by instinct.

“I know”, he breathed. “Your eyes have been begging me to fuck you senseless ever since I met you.”

You smirked. “But not tonight.”

“Not tonight”, he echoed, right as you undid the knot that was holding his joggers up, before pulling them down. Leaving them to pool around his ankles, as your eyes trailed back to the imprint of his dick.

His underwear was dark grey, and you could see a darker spot at the end of his dick, where precum had already soaked through the material.

“Look at you”, you said, tongue darting to taste him through the fabric. “Your dick is leaking for me.”

“Do something about it.” His voice was low, husky, and there was a warning hidden behind his words.

It only made you want to tease him more. So you left a trail of soft kisses all along his dick, before pressing a kiss to his balls. He watched you carefully, his breathing a little loud in the small space of your office – the room was shaped like a cube, with a small desk against one of the walls taking most of the space. Your bedroll was next to it, already ready for the night.

You knew you’d need it now.

“I want to take my time tasting you”, you breathed, and you ran your hands up his muscular thighs.

It made you wonder what it would feel like, to grind on one of them – you’d definitely need to do that later.

“Just suck my dick, Y/n.”

His brows were knitted as if he was annoyed and you looked back at him, cocking an eyebrow. “Or what?”

It took him a while to reply. “Or I won’t make you come after this.”

You tutted, shaking your head no. “You won’t make me come either way.” You let your hands wander up, until they reached the band of his underwear. Your thumbs dug in and you started pulling the boxers down, eyes never leaving his.

Not even as his cock was freed, resting so close to your face. No, you only looked at it once his underwear was all the way down, and your eyes slowly slid from his to the dick in front of you.

He was big, and prettier than you had thought he’d be. With a large vein moving from base to top, and a red head that looked about to burst. Precum was leaking from the slit and you leaned forward, lightly lapping up his salty juice. He once again thrusted forward, as if trying to fuck your mouth already, and you leaned back to sit on your heels, right hand coming back up to wrap around the base of his dick.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked, as you started to slowly move up his shaft, with a light pressure that had to be infuriating more than anything.

“Trying to get some friction”, he said, and there was a strain to his voice. As if seeing his cock sitting prettily next to your face was almost enough to push him over the edge.

“That won’t do”, you reprimanded him. “You just need to ask nicely.”

It was said teasingly, but it only seemed to frustrate him more.

“Aish”, he cursed. “I’m really close to not letting you suck me at all.”

You narrowed your eyes, throwing daggers at him. “So you don’t like when I tease, mmh?”

You leaned forward, tongue pressing on his frenulum as you kept jerking him off slowly, up and down.

“I told you I like to be in control”, he said, and he threw his head back as you sucked on his head, rolling circles on the sensitive spot your tongue had already found.

You bobbed your head forward once, hollowing your cheeks, before releasing his dick in a satisfying pop. “If you ask nicely, I’ll let you fuck my mouth.”

“Let me fuck your mouth”, he commanded.

You took his cock in your mouth again, pushing all the way in until he hit the back of your throat, using your hand to jerk the part that couldn’t get in your mouth from the angle. Your eyes shut as he pushed forward, and you held in the gag reflex.

“Is it so hard to say please?” you asked as you pulled away.

You licked a long stripe from the base of his dick up to his head, before rolling your tongue around him as your eyes met his.

“Please let me fuck your mouth.”

“Soon”, you teased, before moving your lips down his dick, until they reached his balls.

You sucked one in, hand jerking him faster as you held the darkness in his eyes. He grunted, one of his hands moving to tangle in your hair.

“Fuck.”

His little curse word made your pussy ache, and you let go of his ball. “Now you can fuck my mouth”, you said, spitting on the head of his dick to use your drool to lubricate it.

“Suck me a little longer”, he asked. When you remained unmoving, save from your hand on him, he added, “Please.”

“Such a good boy”, you praised him, before giving in to his request, taking him in your mouth again.

You really started working then, bobbing your head as you sucked on him, using your tongue to follow the vein in his dick and play with his frenulum. It had his dick harden in your mouth, as he let out a string of filthy curses, along with praises for you. It took you by surprise, to hear him praise you like he did, but only encouraged you further, until you were gagging on his dick as your throat tried to swallow him.

“Fuck, Y/n”, he grunted. “You’re being so good.”

“All for you”, you murmured as you pulled away, just to catch a little breath, before diving in again. Your left hand moved up until it grabbed his balls, and you started massaging him at the same time.

His eyes had fallen shut, but when he met your gaze again, you knew your teasing was over.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, yeah?” he said.

You pulled away to nod your head, before opening your mouth wide for him. He grabbed your cheeks, touch ever so gentle even with the act he was doing, before sliding in. All the way until he hit the back of your throat and you gagged around him.

“You’re so pretty with my cock in your dirty mouth”, he praised. He pulled almost all the way out before pushing forward again. “So fucking pretty.”

You rested your hands on his thighs again, feeling his muscles underneath your fingers, as he started moving a little faster, establishing a gentle rhythm for you. It was unexpected, as you’d thought he’d fuck your mouth hard right away.

Maybe Jeon Jungkook had a world of galaxies in his eyes, but he held a lot more softness than one could think.

“If I hurt you, just tap on the side of my leg”, he told you. “That okay?”

He pulled out for you to speak. “Yeah”, you breathed, before taking him in your mouth again.

Or maybe he had just been saving the best for last. Because the rhythm he established now was unforgiving. He grabbed your hair into a ponytail, keeping you from pulling away, and fucked your mouth like it was the last day on Earth. Each time, the head of his dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little until your eyes were filled with tears, and drool was rolling down your chin.

Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the kind of man that was embarrassed to moan. Because he moaned, as he fucked your mouth, pretty low sounds reaching your ears like a song as he blurred behind the tears in your eyes.

You gagged as he hit the back of your mouth once more, and his eyes fell to you. He slowed down, wiping the tears on your cheeks until he had cleared up in front of you.

“Am I hurting you?”

You shook your head a little, pressing your tongue flat against his dick as he pulled out. He pushed back in, slowly once more, and your hand went back to his balls. He hissed as you started massaging them again. From the way your fingers were placed, your index could reach farther, and you pushed on his perineum, before starting to rub circles on it.

He stilled in your mouth, letting out a loud curse word. “You’re going to make me come if you do that.”

He pulled your hair until his dick was out of your mouth and you immediately reached forward to jerk him off again.

“Maybe that’s the goal”, you said with a scrapy voice.

He wet his lips, biting at the bottom one. “You want me to come in your throat?”

“Unless you prefer coming somewhere else”, you said as you picked up the pace, tilting your head back.

He cocked his head to the side, letting out a moan as you used your thumb to play with his frenulum again. “I’d rather you swallow every drop of my juice.”

You smirked then, before licking his head clean of the new precum on the slit. “Then fuck my mouth until you come, Jeon Jungkook.”

You said his full name, intimately. If you were in his head, you’d know it was driving him crazy, and that he wanted more. More of you, and it scared him shitless. Had been scaring him shitless since he had first seen you in this tattoo shop a few weeks ago.

It made him start fucking your mouth again, to chase the vulnerability away.

You moaned around his cock, as he began hitting the back of your throat once more, and your vision quickly went blurry again. You pressed your tongue flat against him, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked, all the while keeping your ministrations on his balls and perineum. Right when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, with all the drool dripping from your chin, Jungkook let out a loud moan, pushing all the way to the back of your mouth as he came, hot juice sliding right into your throat as he held your head there, even as you gagged.

You swallowed Jungkook’s seed, blinking back tears as he remained in the back of your throat until he was fully empty, before pulling away, He immediately wiped your cheeks of the new tears, before gently running a hand through your hair.

“Are you okay?” he asked, gazing down at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher.

You breathed in raggedly, swallowing down the rest of his seed, before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “You’re unleashed.”

He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “You told me to fuck your mouth.”

“You didn’t disappoint”, you said as you smirked, licking your lips clean.

He looked around, as if he didn’t know where he was anymore. His eyes zeroed in on your bedroll, and he met your gaze with knitted brows. “Do you sleep here?”

You pushed yourself up until you were standing, flattening your skirt.

“Sometimes, but I rarely do.”

There was concern, in the galaxies in his eyes. “You shouldn’t do that.”

You tried to hold his gaze, but found you were too much of a coward for that. Especially as your pussy was still dripping in your panties, and it was hard to focus on something else.

“Don’t worry about it”, you reassured him. “It’s mostly when I finish a client late and have another one in the morning.”

He nodded, before looking down at himself. He then laughed, before bending down to pull his pants back up. “What am I doing butt-naked talking to you like that?”

You echoed his own laugh with an airy one that had him gaze at you with those big doe eyes of his. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you suddenly felt very shy.

A rare occurrence for you.

“So”, you let out.

He looked around once again, folding his arms on his chest. “So”, he echoed.

You took a step towards him, grabbing the hem of his shirt, before pulling the part that was stuck in his joggers out. He watched you carefully once again, smiling softly when you met his gaze.

“Thank you”, he breathed.

You were ensnared by the gravity in his eyes, damn you, and all you wanted was to push him back until his back hit the wall and dive right back in. You doubted he wanted that too.

“For sucking your dick?”

He chuckled, shaking his head a little. “Among other things, yes.”

You smiled, scanning his features before your eyes fell to the place where your hands still held onto his shirt. You let it go, and made to take a step back. He grabbed your arm before you could move away, and you looked up at him, startled.

“I want to taste you”, he said.

But his eyes weren’t dark with black holes anymore. They were just swirling with galaxies and you found that, more than anything, to be too dangerous for you.

“I told you not tonight”, you reminded him as the corners of your lips tugged upwards.

He fake-glared at you, before letting your arm go. “Alright then, I guess I’ll have to come again?”

It was a question more than a statement, and you tilted your head to the side as you searched for an answer. “What if we meet up elsewhere, next time?”

He was smiling knowingly once he spoke again. “I would like that.”

 *****

                 The weeks after you made your deal with the devil passed in a blur, a blur of waiting to see Jungkook again, and wanting to never see him again. He was frustrating, in more ways than you could ever admit. Because if there was a thing that was true about Jungkook, it was that he was good at after care. More so than you had ever been, as you had always been one to run after the act. But Jungkook made you stay, after he fucked you senseless, and only let you go once the afterglow of your acts had passed.

But you never stayed the night.

You were surprised he managed to find time for you, in his busy schedule. Even more so surprised about just how good he fucked you even when he was tired, as if your pussy energized him.

Maybe it did, the same way sleeping with him made your hands steadier in the following days, even if you had never been one to have shaky hands. Jungkook’s effect on your life showed, in every little aspect.

Aera had known that Jungkook was going to come to your tattoo shop, that time you had made your deal. She had called to warn you, but since you hadn’t picked up, the warning had gone to voicemail, only for you to listen to it once you were tucked in your bedroll, long after Jungkook had left.

Long after you had promised you weren’t going to sleep at the shop.

Aera and Eunwoo had started dating, after the party where she had met him. And apparently, Jungkook had told them about his plans to come visit you, right before he was to go. And after that, you had started hanging out with them more, since Aera wanted to bring Eunwoo everywhere.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you were a little disappointed that Jungkook never tagged along, even if Eunwoo invited him each time. But the deal you had made was strictly business – it didn’t matter that Jungkook had insisted on cooking you a meal before you had left the last time.

Didn’t matter that you caught him staring way too often, when you hung out. Because it hadn’t taken long, for your hang outs to turn into more than just sex. Yes, there was always some sexual activity, but he always found reasons for you to stay longer. Because most of the time you went to his place, not really feeling like inviting him over to your parents’ house. Indeed, you still lived with your parents even if you barely saw them, with your night-oriented schedule.

Jungkook was a friendly person. With a softness to him, once you got over the overall physical attraction. Always ready to smile and laugh, and make fun of you if you did something he found funny. His laugh warmed a place in you that you had thought to be dead, after Soobin. A place none of your friends had been able to reach. And Aera had tried, bless her, but she couldn’t fuck you like Jungkook could.

Mostly, you appreciated your moments with Jungkook. They were little slices of life you had come to cherish, for all their rarity. Because he had indeed stuck to his once-a-week idea, even after you had gone to his studio and he had bent you over to fuck you while making you listen to the songs he was recording.

It felt as if he was taking a step forward, only to take three steps back each time. And you didn’t blame him, because with every moment you spent with him, a little more wariness arose in you. Red flags were common around Jungkook – hell, he only wanted to hang out with you when he was horny. And he barely even texted you, even if he had said he would. Not that you minded, he fucked you well enough for you not to mind the silence he held most of the time.

It wasn’t like you weren’t full of red flags either. Each time he got a little too close, you took a step back, claiming you had to leave or inventing an excuse. You didn’t know if he noticed, and really hoped he didn’t: you didn’t want him to wonder about the reasons you were fleeing.

On the anniversary of Soobin’s death, somewhere at the end of July, you found yourself visiting his grave, like you had done each year since he had left. In all truth, you had gone a lot the first year, until you had realized you needed some distance to heal your heart.

You doubted you had really healed it.

Soobin had been the love of your life. Or so you thought because you had never been able to open up to anyone else after him. Had kept the secret behind the dagger and rose on your ribs, even with Jungkook, because you had never wanted to give that piece of you away.

To give Soobin away. And it was strange, really. You had realized, after the first few months of people talking about him without you even wanting to, that keeping silent made it easier. As if the more you spoke about him, the less he was real. As if he had just been an invention of some dark corner of your heart, and that he had never walked this Earth.

And maybe that, most of all, was the reason why you never mentioned him. Jungkook had asked, once, what the tattoo on your ribs meant. You had climbed on top of him, wrapped a hand around his throat, and fucked yourself on him until his eyes had lost their inquisitive light, until he had grabbed your hips to fuck into you too.

That had been the closest you had come to open up to him. It had been two weeks ago, and he hadn’t mentioned it again after that. And maybe you had closed yourself further, leaving quicker than you usually did. But he hadn’t said anything, not even when you had hung out the next time, fucking in his car in a public parking.

Jungkook really did like doing it in public spaces.

You chased the memory away. Because it was wrong to have Jungkook invade your mind now, as you were walking towards Soobin’s grave.

The familiar black marble of the tombstone appeared and your steps faltered a little as you finished crossing the distance. You stopped in front of the grave, bending down to put the bouquet of white roses next to it.

White roses, because they were the only flowers he had ever bought for you. Because he had said they reminded him of you, with the purity of their petals, and the sweet fragrance they held. That was, until he had tattooed you and started making jokes about the fact your petals had been spoiled. He had written poems about it, too, that you still kept hidden in the bottom drawer of your dresser, at your parents’ place.

You straightened, eyes skimming over the inscription on the tomb. They barely even registered in your mind anymore, as if your brain refused to accept the finality of them. Refused to see the -2019 that was written on there, as if you still couldn’t quite accept that Kim Soobin’s existence had ended in this world. And maybe there was another world out there, another universe in which he existed, but it was hard to accept that he was gone from yours.

You sighed, heavily, before sitting down. You never prayed – praying had been useless, the night you had spent in the hospital hoping he’d make it. You just sat down, and thought about the things you would like to tell him.

You will never guess how many celebrities have started coming to my shop. You’d be so proud.

You smiled, fondly, as you imagined him. Smiling as he’d pick you up and spin you around, telling you you were his proudest achievement. Not because he had been the one to train you – no, he had always told you that it was all you and the gift you had been born with. No, he would have told you that he was proud to be able to call you his muse.

I’ve got people lined up until the end of the year. I wish you could see.

Nostalgia hit you, and you found yourself blinking back tears.

I have some famous friends now too. I think you’d love them.

You winced then, laughing at your own stupidity. Soobin would hate Jungkook. And Jungkook wasn’t even your friend anyway. It was just a dumb business deal.

Soobin had been a kind lover, but he was jealous. Never liked when you hung out with guys. Though he had never stopped you, had encouraged you to maintain your friendships. You had lost most of them after he had died, and maybe that, most of all, was the reason you wanted to tell him about Eunwoo, Jaehyun, and the rest of them. They were your friends because of Aera, that was true, but you still hung out a lot more than you had thought you would.

Never with Jungkook, of course. And always with Minchae, because she and Jaehyun had started seeing each other too.

So, you told Soobin about your hang outs. About the private club you went to regularly, and the private cafés the boys had access to as celebrities. You tried not to let your thoughts diverge to Jungkook too much because it felt unfair for Soobin. Gravity is hard to escape though, and you found you couldn’t really tell Soobin about your life without mentioning Jungkook too.

Because, whether you liked it or not, Jungkook currently was part of your day-to-day life.

You wondered what Soobin would tell you, if he could hear you. Would he be happy for you, to see that you were finally moving on? Because that was it – hanging out with Jungkook made you feel like you were slowly moving on, finally letting go of a love you had never thought you’d lose.

In truth, you doubted you’d ever stop loving Soobin. But you had the right to live your life, didn’t you? You knew Soobin would have wanted that for you. For all the poetry in his heart, he had always been down to Earth too.

You stayed there for a long time, talking to Soobin. Reminiscing about moments you had spent together… realizing that time was obscuring the memories in your mind. As if they had happened so long ago your brain had chosen to put them away, to make place for new memories.

It was strange, how something that had once mattered so much could disappear like that. As you sat there, you realized you couldn’t quite remember his laugh. You had videos, in which you could still hear it, but you couldn’t imagine it without them.

Soobin was leaving your memories too, now.

You let yourself cry a little, at the realization. And you never really cried, unless it was about him. So, you let the pain go, tasting the saltiness of your tears on your lips as you did so. Your phone buzzing in your purse snapped you back to reality, and you dried the tears with the back of your hand.

It was Jungkook, texting you to ask if you wanted to hang out again tonight, as he wouldn’t be available next week. It chased the sadness away, as it was replaced with confusion. You had seen Jungkook two days ago.

But now was not the time to think about hanging out with Jungkook. So, you put your phone back in your purse, focusing on the tombstone again. Only then realizing that your tears were gone, and that they had relieved you of some heaviness.

You refused to admit Jungkook had played his part in it.

You stayed a little longer, until some droplets of rain started falling from the sky. Even if they were rare, you knew better than to stay and wait until they turned into a full-on rainstorm. God knew how rainy Seoul could get, and how much you hated the rain.

You said goodbye to Soobin, telling him you loved him and that you couldn’t wait to have more things to tell him, next year. And with a heart filled with nostalgia, you walked away, glancing at the tombstone once before it was out of sight.

A new lump formed in your throat, and you swallowed it down as you turned back around and left. Heading to the tattoo shop, because you knew what tattoo you wanted to get now. Had known it for a few weeks.

Had known it since after the first time you had had sex with Jungkook. It was a strange thing, that you had decided to tattoo it on yourself after visiting Soobin, but you had made the decision a week ago, as you had seen the date approaching. Soobin had been a tattoo artist after all, and your art was his legacy.

When you got to your shop, rain had started falling heavier outside. You felt like cursing at it, for being present on the day of Soobin’s anniversary of death, and maybe you actually did. Just a little, looking up at the dark clouds and cursing at them for existing. For being the reason why Soobin had had to take the side road in the first place.

Life sometimes was unfair. Death was too, in a much more unforgiving way.

You had already prepared everything you needed to tattoo yourself the day before, and you sat in your usual client chair, eyes skimming over everything. You had chosen to tattoo it on the inside of the upper part of your arm, right next to a mole that you had always had. You looked at the spot, committing its emptiness to memory before grabbing the alcohol swab.

You cleaned your skin, slowly, eyes losing their focus as you were reminded of when Soobin had been cleaning your ribs.

It had been a few weeks after you had started training with him.

You pushed the thoughts away. You didn’t like living in the past, even if your heart had been lost somewhere then.

You threw the alcohol swab away, before glancing at the stencil. You were positioning it on your arm after having moisten the skin with soap when the bells of the door rang.

You had forgotten to lock the door.

“Why don’t you reply to your texts?” Jungkook asked as he walked in, two coffees in hands.

You were struck, seeing him there, on this day that belonged to another.

In all truth, you had forgotten that he had texted you, when you were with Soobin. And something in the way he was looking at you right now, with concern etched on his pretty features… it opened up the wound in a way you hadn’t expected.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, voice a little rough by the lump that was forming in your throat.

Jungkook stopped, halfway to where you were sitting. “I…” he trailed off, looking at you. Looking at the stencil you were holding on your arm, and then at your eyes.

You knew your gaze was wet, by the way the concern took over the galaxies in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked. Voice sweeter than it usually was, like he was afraid he’d hurt you more if he spoke normally.

“I’m busy”, you replied. You looked away from him, unable to let him gaze at your vulnerability any longer. “Why did you come here?”

He remained silent for a long time, as if he knew there was a meaning behind your words. A secret you weren’t willing to tell him.

“You usually reply fast, so I got worried”, he finally replied, and his voice was low. Sheepish, even. “I was in the neighborhood, so I thought why not visit you.” He fell silent, before scraping his throat. “I brought your favorite coffee.”

The fact Jungkook remembered the way you liked your coffee… it made you look at him again. Made you want to give your vulnerability to him, so you wouldn’t have to bear the weight alone anymore.

“You can put it down on the table”, you said, vaguely motioning to it with your head.

He obeyed, burying his fist in his pocket as soon as the cup wasn’t in his hand anymore. He looked at you again, then, and there was a wariness in the way he was standing.

It wasn’t an emotion you had seen him sporting before, and you hated that he was looking at you like that, now.

“Are you okay?” he repeated.

You tossed his question away. You couldn’t give that vulnerability to him, you couldn’t open up to him. You wouldn’t, not when it’d make the loss all the realer.

“I was going to tattoo myself”, you said, choosing to ignore his question. “Do you want to help?”

He was confused. You could tell it by the line between his brows, and the way he was playing with his piercing. Not like he did when he was horny. No, the gesture was a nervous one, a little like the way you pulled on the dry skin of your lips whenever you got anxious. Which wasn’t often, but it still happened.

You were human after all.

“I’ve never tattooed anyone before”, he said, carefully, letting his words hang in the space between you. His tone had been a little higher at the end, like it was a question, and he furrowed his eyebrows further.

You shrugged. “Just sit next to me, I’ll tell you what to do.”

He didn’t move for a time. You watched the debate on his features as he was choosing what to do. You could tell he was uncomfortable, wanting to flee the darkness you held in you.

You didn’t blame him. Whenever his eyes took on an expression of vulnerability, you too wanted to run away.                

“It’s a good thing I’ve always wanted to learn”, he finally said, before putting his own coffee down. He made his way towards you, as your eyes fell on a vague spot on your thighs.

Maybe that, that was Soobin’s legacy. You teaching someone else, the way he had taught you in the first place.

Every step Jungkook took towards you seemed to lighten his mood, as if the perspective of learning something new was stronger than your dim mood. And maybe, maybe it made you feel a little better, to watch his eyes take on a curious glint.

He grabbed a stool, rolling it closer to where you were sitting, before sitting down. His gaze fell to your arm, to the stencil you were still holding in place.

“What are you going to get tattooed?” he asked, and his eyes trailed back to your face.

You pulled the stencil away, showing him your arm. He grabbed it, with his gentle fingers, until your arm was turned in a way that let him see the outline. He smiled then, as if he knew.

That smile did things to the pain in your heart. Took it, and caged it far away from you.

“Saturn?” he said, head tilting to the side in his curiosity.

You pursed your lips. “I’ve always liked space.”

You thought about Soobin then. About what he would think of the boy with galaxies in his eyes. About what he would think of your reason. Because you needed a reason, always, to get tattooed. The way Jungkook made you feel… it was reason enough, no matter how futile and idyllic his time in your life was.

“It’s pretty”, he said, smiling appreciatively.

It really was. You had taken a while to design it, until you had chosen the simplest form of it. A small planet, with rings around it, along with three small stars.

“Thank you”, you breathed.

Soobin would have liked the tattoo. You were sure of it. Would have hated the reason, but you deserved your reasons. You deserved to be moving on, even if he was still the owner of your heart.

It took you a moment, of teaching Jungkook, to realize why he had accepted the offer in the first place. You could tell, with the cautious looks he threw your way, that he was trying to change your mind. No matter that he didn’t know what from…

Jeon Jungkook was a kind human being, behind all of the red flags. Someone that had his heart on his sleeve. Or maybe that had it there before someone had ripped it from him.

“Keep going”, you encouraged him, and he glanced up at you.

He was close and his galaxies pulled you in. You found yourself exploring all the worlds they held, swimming in their outer space.

Jeon Jungkook was your first escape from Soobin. A new lump formed in your throat at the thought, and Jungkook straightened.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked.

It wasn’t just about the tattoo. You knew he meant more. You knew he was wondering if he was the cause behind your sadness, and it almost made you want to open up. To reveal your secrets. But it felt wrong, too wrong.

“You are not”, you reassured him. “You actually have to put a little more pressure.”

He wet his lips. “I’m afraid I’ll mess the tattoo up.”

You held his gaze for a time, before looking down at the tiny line he had already drawn. “Do you want me to finish it?”

He nodded, handing you the device. Though he stayed close, arms resting on the side of the chair. Until you put your arm on top of his, so you had better access to your inner arm. He didn’t seem to mind, and the warmth of him against you anchored you in the present. Kept you from walking down memory lane again.

You worked in silence, as Jungkook watched you carefully. His proximity made it hard for you to focus, even though you didn’t want him right now. Not like you usually wanted him. You rather just wanted his company, even if you had first chosen to ignore him, when he had texted you.

He really was becoming far too important in your life.

“Doesn’t it hurt when you tattoo yourself?” he whispered, as his eyes kept fixed on the spot where the needle was poking at your skin.

“Nah.” The buzzing of the pen filled the silence, until you spoke again. “It hurts less than when someone else does it. Since you expect it more.”

He nodded a little, and you fell back into a comfortable silence. You didn’t exchange another word until you were done, then explaining to Jungkook what needed to be done with a new tattoo. Which was useless, since he already knew all of that. Yet, he let you speak, as if sensing you needed to fill the silence between you with something.

Anything other than the truth.

When you finally finished speaking, your mind coming up short with words to say, Jungkook grabbed your legs, making you turn until you were sitting in the chair, with your legs on his thighs.

“I’ll wrap the tattoo for you”, he said, gently. His hands ran up and down your thighs once, in a reassuring gesture, before he grabbed what he needed for it.

You watched as he worked, with those gentle hands of his, the ones you still couldn’t quite believe were his. They did get rougher sometimes, usually when he was balls deep inside of you. But most of the time he was gentle, as if he had all the time in the world to touch you.

And maybe he did.

When he was done wrapping the tattoo, his big hands fell back on your thighs, before settling on your hips. He met your gaze then, and he held it. Held it with his galaxies and stars, held it with the gravity that always pulled you in.

You were so far in that you could glimpse at his own vulnerability. At his worlds, and at the ones that had broken him. The universe in his eyes was so vast that you imagined seeing yourself there, seeing Soobin there. As if Soobin had been the one to send Jungkook to you after all, that drunken night of his, weeks ago.

“What’s been haunting your mind?” Jungkook asked.

You took a deep breath, right hand moving up in the space between you, until you had brushed a strand of his hair from his eyes.

“No feelings, remember?”

He played with his piercing for a time. “We also said once a week, and I’m here right now.”

He was. He was here when you had needed him – or needed anyone, really. Maybe it could mean something. You just didn’t want it to.

You brushed his cheek then, where he had his little scar. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

His Adam apple bobbed as he swallowed, before nodding. “Alright.” He paused, looking between your two eyes. “But if you ever feel the need to speak to someone, know that I’m here.”

It almost hurt you, the way he said it. As if he had forgotten your deal was but a business deal, and there was no true friendship between you. Just temporary pleasure, as you tried to fuck the other out of your system.

It hadn’t worked yet.

“Thank you.”

There was tension between you then. A different kind of tension. Not one that took its root in physical attraction. Maybe it was because of the soft galaxies in his eyes, or because he was here. He was here with you.

“Do you want me to go?” he asked after a time, once the silence had stretched into its own little eternity of just you gazing at his eyes.

You shook your head, surprising even you. “No.”

You didn’t say more, didn’t say the little word that had threatened to fall from your lips.

Stay.

“Do you want your coffee?”

“Yes.”

You both didn’t move. The silence was too comfortable, and so were his eyes. Eyes that had scared you, at the beginning, with their depths. Weeks later, you had gotten to explore them, more than you had ever thought you would.

There was nothing scary about Jeon Jungkook.

“It’s my birthday, soon”, you said, out of the blue.

His tongue played with his piercing a little. “I’m going to be gone.” He sounded so disappointed, and it made your heart squeeze in your chest.

“I know”, you said. Your eyes fell from his, as his hands moved a little up, until his thumbs were rubbing soothing circles on your waist.

“Do you like camping?” he asked.

You furrowed your brows. “What?”

He repeated the question, cocking an eyebrow.

“I’ve never gone.”

It was true, your parents had never been one to want to leave the city. Perhaps their job had just kept them too busy, when you were younger, for them to consider taking you on a camping trip. And you had never really had friends that wanted to go before, even if some part of you had always wanted to.

“I’m going on a trip on the weekend of your birthday”, he said. “For three days, along with the boys.”

“Which ones?” you asked.

“Jaehyun, Eunwoo”, he said. “Jimin said he’d come too.”

You remained silent, not really knowing what to say.

“They’ve invited Aera and Minchae too.”

Aera hadn’t told you. It made your heart ache, at the thought that that was the reason why she had said she couldn’t hang out on the day of your birthday. Not that you had been one to celebrate a lot, but you had usually hung out with her.

“Do…” he said, trailing off as his eyes fell to a spot between your breasts, that was at a level with his gaze. “Do you want to come?”

You gulped, then. Swallowed down a new lump.

“You want me to come?”

He nodded, meeting your gaze once more.

“I…”

You were about to say no. To say you couldn’t go, but really… What was stopping you? The fact that you and Jungkook weren’t really friends? The fact that the more time you spent with him the deeper you fell into his galaxies?

It wasn’t like their worlds scared you anymore.

“I would like that”, you agreed.

He smiled, with that smile that could light up the whole world.

Thank you, Soobin, for sending him to me.

 *****

               You had been laughing for a while now. Ever since Jungkook had come to pick you up, with his little bucket hat and wide doe eyes. Ever since he had put on his favourite songs, and he danced to them, trying to pull you into the choreography. Trying to convince you to dance to ‘That That’, shooting finger guns at you as you giggled in the passenger seat, telling him to focus on the road.

Jeon Jungkook was different today. Carefree, as if he wasn’t lost in his depths anymore. As if his vulnerability didn’t matter anymore. As if you were young and reckless, with no responsibilities, other than that of enjoying life.

And maybe that was all there was to do, in the few days you were going to be out of the city. That, and celebrate your birthday, with the people that had started mattering more to you than you had thought they ever would.

Business deal included.

After the anniversary of Soobin’s death and Jungkook’s invitation, something had changed between you two. He had texted you every day, called you every day, claiming you needed to plan everything for the trip. A strange thing, because there wasn’t much to plan.

It had led to some of the best phone sex in your entire life, though. Jungkook guiding you, with that beautiful voice of his…

It had been good phone sex indeed.

“Are you hungry?” Jungkook asked after a small moment of silence, between the two songs playing on the car speakers.

You pouted, shrugging your shoulders. “Not particularly. But I know you always are.”

He smiled devilishly. “Especially for you.”

You burst out laughing, punching him in the shoulder. “You are disgusting.”

He offered you a small pout, with his wide doe eyes set in an innocent and childlike expression. It made you roll your eyes, and his giggle filled the air around you.

Lighting an atmosphere that was already light.

“I’m going to stop soon to get some food, do you want me to get anything for you?”

You said no, because really you weren’t hungry at all. Yet when Jungkook sat back in the car, he handed you some sotteok. You looked at him, before taking the food, cocking an eyebrow.

“I know you said you weren’t hungry but…” he trailed off, as he watched you take a bite.

The smile he offered you then made you forget who you were for a time.

“Thank you”, you said when you swallowed your bite.

It filled you with warmth, how Jungkook was caring, suddenly. As if seeing the darkness in your eyes, a few days ago, had changed something between you two. Maybe it had, though you weren’t fool enough to let it get to your head.

It was just a business deal, and he had only invited you because your friends were going.

But when he had said he’d be the one driving you… it was hard not to believe that it meant something. Especially as he seemed so… happy to be there with you. With his bright smile that made your heart stutter in your chest.

“You should eat all that before we get on the road again”, you told him, looking around the half-full parking lot before your eyes settled on him again.

He shrugged, mouth full of a bite that had his cheeks puffing. “Was already the plan”, he said once he swallowed, before immediately digging in for another bite.

It made you laugh, and he narrowed his eyes at you, though he couldn’t speak for a time.

“What?” he let out.

“I want to drive your car.”

He cocked an eyebrow, shaking his head no slowly. “I don’t let anyone drive my car.”

You attempted to make puppy eyes, though you ended up bursting out laughing along with him. The sound of your laughter filled the car, until it subsided as he took another bite. “It’s my birthday”, you said, pouting. “Please?”

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “What do I get in exchange?”

You looked up, pursing your lips as your index finger tapped your chin. Until an idea slid in your mind, and your face fell into a sultry expression as you turned to look at him. He gulped, then, as if he too sensed the switch in you.

“We find a parking a little less crowded than here and I let you fuck me?”

His eyes widened, at your crude words, before he nodded. “Yes, alright. Yes. A good plan.”

It made you giggle, to see how eager he was, and the sultriness dissolved into happiness.

Something that happened more and more as you spent time with Jungkook like that, outside of the usual confines of your deal.

And really, with the perspective of sex on the line, Jungkook engulfed the food he had bought, before turning the key in the ignition. The engine of his car purred to life, and soon enough he had pulled on the street again.

His hand settled on your thigh then, and you gulped as he brushed a finger on your skin, right where your skirt ended.

“I like when you wear skirts”, he commented, as his eyes stayed fixed on the street ahead. “Makes the access easier.”

And just like that, his hand slid up, fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat, right as you instinctively spread your thighs a little more, to give him a better access.

“You’re always so ready for me”, he whispered, and your gaze slid to his profile. To the piercing he was playing with, and the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“So are you, Jeon Jungkook”, you breathed, and you let one of your hands move to his upper thigh, fingers grazing his dick through his joggers.

He wasn’t hard at all yet, but the slight touch of your digits there had his fist tighten on the wheel, even as his touch on your thigh stayed gentle, soft, like it always was with him.

It was one of the things you liked the most, about Jeon Jungkook. For all the darkness that sometimes invaded his gaze, his softness never left. It softened the edges of him, in a way that felt just right.

For you, that is.

“Can’t wait to feel your pretty little pussy”, he said, right as his knuckles brushed you through your panties.

You bit your lip to keep in the embarrassing moan it had raised in you. He smirked then, because he knew. Knew that your body responded to his with just a touch, with just the right words.

And he always had the right touches and words, when it came to you.

“What about here?” he said, as he slowed down the car.

There was a dirt road that disappeared in the forest, after a bend. You looked at Jungkook, eyes a little wide with anticipation, even if you weren’t full on horny yet.

He’d get you there in no time anyway.

“Seems good to me”, you said, nodding your head as you wet your lips.

He gazed down at them, as the car came to a full stop, and he seemed conflicted for a time. Until you squeezed his muscular thigh, and your knuckles grazed his dick again. Whatever conflict that had raised in his eyes dwindled away, and he turned into the dirt road, all the way to the bend in the road.

He followed it, car driving slowly, before parking on the side.

Anybody could drive past, you were aware of that, but the stars in Jungkook’s eyes shone with lust as he looked at you, taking off his keys from the ignition. They burned with desire, and it rendered all caution useless.

You’d almost let him fuck you in the middle of a crowded room, when he looked at you like that.

“Backseat?” he asked.

You shook your head no, as you turned towards him. “I want to ride you.”

He clenched his jaw, head tilting to the side. He seemed to debate for a time, and his hand left your thigh when he made his decision. “Anything for the birthday girl.”

It did something to you, to have him give in to you like that, and heat pooled in your lower stomach, until it trickled down to the place between your legs. You watched as he unbuckled his seat belt and adjusted the car seat so you could climb on top of him, and your eyes moved down to his dick as he palmed himself through the joggers.

“Come here”, he then said, as you too unbuckled your seat belt. He grabbed your hand, with that gentle touch of his, before pulling you on his lap. It was hard to straddle him on the car seat, and your hands landed on his shoulders, with a short distance separating your two mouths.

You almost went in for a kiss, as if by instinct, before reminding you of the rule. Just because you were breaking some of the rules didn’t mean you had to break them all, so you moved to his neck instead, sucking at the spot you knew made him squirm.

His hands landed on your ass, and he massaged it through the fabric of your skirt, until he decided better and moved under the fabric. His warm skin met yours in a slap and you let out a breathy sound, the slap leaving a stinging sensation on your ass.

You grinded into him then, as your arousal started soaking your panties. His large hands guided your movements, and he tilted his head to the side to give you better access. He sighed loudly when you bit into his neck, in that way that turned into a small moan.

“Don’t leave love bites”, he said, chuckling deeply.

You smirked against his skin, kissing the spot you had just bit. “We’re going away for three days, plenty of time for it to heal.”

He hissed as you sucked on the skin then, before slapping your ass again. “You’re not being a very good girl, mmh?”

“Mmh.” It was your turn to chuckle, and your tongue darted between your lips to taste his skin. “It’s my birthday, it’s my turn to be in control.”

You moved up from his neck, kissing his jaw, before pulling away. Grinding into him as his head turned back so he could look at you. His galaxies had gone dark again, the good kind of dark that promised pleasure and passion.

“Your birthday is tomorrow.”

You shrugged, rolling your hips slowly as he guided your movements again. He was getting hard, enough for you to know it’d take no time until you could sink on him. Especially as the black holes in his eyes made your pussy clench around nothing.

You were already so ready for him.

“Gotta start somewhere”, you said, tilting your head to the side innocently as you wet your lips. “It’s not going to be easy to fuck when our friends are right next to us.”

The devilish smirk on his lips made you want to lean in and suck on his piercing, but you resisted. “We can always find a spot in the woods.”

You shook your head, slowly, before going back to his neck, pressing wet kisses on his skin. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You didn’t know why Jungkook liked doing it in public so much. Putting his reputation on the line like that… you wouldn’t do it, if you were him. But you weren’t, and all you wanted was to make him feel good. Make him feel good until his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he released inside of you.

“Then fuck me like it’s your last day on Earth”, he said, voice low and husky.

You whined as he thrusted up, his hard dick pressing against your clit. It felt good even through the fabric, but nothing compared to the feeling of his skin against yours.

“Let’s get you out of your pants, then.”

He nodded, and though it proved to be awkward, you managed to stand up just enough for him to slide his pants down to the middle of his thighs, along with his underwear. You took a moment to observe his pretty cock, already leaking with precum, as he spat in his hand before wrapping it around his shaft, pumping up and down twice before letting it go.

“Spit on it”, he told you.

You cocked an eyebrow, meeting his gaze again. “And how am I supposed to do it in this position?”

He brought his hand to your mouth, thumb caressing your bottom lip before he held his palm up. Your gaze stayed glued to his as you spat in his hand, and he used it to lubricate the head of his cock. One of your hands moved between your legs, until you could push your panties to the side, enough to give him access to your entrance.

You lowered yourself on him, until his cock reached your clit. You stopped, circling your hips instead as he shut his eyes, smirk still on his lips.

You’d go crazy if you looked at his lips for longer. So you sank down on him, his dick sliding right in, though it burned as he stretched your walls.

You winced, and he let go of his dick so he could grab your waist, holding you up a little. “Do you want me to finger you first?” he asked.

You met the galaxies in his eyes then, and their gravity pulled you in again. So much so you found yourself resting your forehead against his, eyes half shut, as you started circling your hips again.

“No, your dick can stretch me enough.”

He nodded, eyes shutting from the proximity. As if looking at you any longer would make him go crazy. And maybe, maybe he really did feel like you were feeling in the moment, because he didn’t urge you to go faster. He instead let you establish a slow rhythm, a dance that had his dick reaching deep inside of you.

You let go of your panties then, and put your hands on his shoulders again, to give yourself leverage for what was to come. Because you were fully ready to start moving up and down, fucking yourself on him.

Until he spoke, and made your heart stop in your chest.

“Keep going like that”, he breathed, and his lips were almost close enough for you to feel them move.

You gulped, hands moving from his shoulders to his cheeks. “You feel so good, stretching me like that.”

He smirked, his own hands gripping your ass again. “Such a pretty girl.”

His praise made your eyes shut all the way, and you moved up, ever so slowly, before sinking even deeper than before. You heard his breath hitch, and you did it again, until his hands tightened on your ass.

“Don’t fuck me like that”, he breathed, and there was a vulnerability behind his words. One that was slowly rising in your heart too, and that you didn’t want to feel.

You hated the feelings Jeon Jungkook sometimes raised in you. So, you started moving quicker, rougher, until he was fucking up into you too. Until his fingers on your ass moved to your hips, so he could guide you again, digits digging in the tender skin.

You moaned as he fucked into you harder, yet you couldn’t move your forehead away from his. Wanted to feel his moans on your lips.

Your pussy clenched and Jungkook hissed, before thrusting up harder. It hurt a little, in that way that made you see stars – not the ones in his eyes, of course – and you threw your head back, hands moving back to his shoulders.

Your nails dug in through the fabric of his oversized shirt as one of his fingers met your clit, rolling circles on the sensitive bud. He kept going like that, until your orgasm started building inside of you, and you begged him to go faster.

He was a sucker when you begged for him, so he gave in, fucking into you faster, moving his finger faster, harder, until your vision blurred with light, and your pussy clenched against him.

He moaned, thrusting up, and you came around his dick, obscene sounds filling his car as you squirted, letting out a loud moan. He fucked into you as your walls pulsed against his dick, and soon enough he hit his high too, with a string of curses and praises for you. He emptied his load deep inside of you, hands keeping you from moving up, and you opened your eyes, to watch the effects of his orgasm on his pretty features. To watch the way his teeth bit at his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed so much they were almost touching.

You weren’t usually ones for quickies like that. Jungkook usually liked to take his time with you, not letting himself come until he had pulled at least two orgasms out of you. It surprised you, to feel his juice inside of you already, and when he opened his eyes, your pussy clenched against him once more.

He looked spent, as if the small orgasm he had just hit was one of the best in his life.

“I love fucking your tight little pussy”, he said, and his features softened a little, until his brows had relaxed on his face. Until his teeth had let go of his bottom lip, and you found yourself glancing at the redness they had left behind.

“That was a quick one”, you said, and you brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes. Your hand lingered on his cheek for a second too long, and you quickly put it away, as you tried to climb out of his lap.

“We still have to get to the camping”, he pointed out. And then he chuckled, as his dick pulled out of you and fell on his lap. “And now you’ve just made a mess of my shirt.”

You had indeed, the mix of your juice with his come leaving a trail on his shirt.

“Probably made a mess of my skirt too”, you said, shrugging. “And don’t get me started on my panties.”

He laughed, boyishly, before looking at you as you sat back in the passenger seat. “I’ll grab something for you to change into.”

He started by grabbing the box of tissue, so he could clean himself. He handed a few to you, and you cleaned yourself as he got out of the car to grab your duffel bag in the booth. While he was there, he also switched shirts for a clean one, and you watched him in the rear-view mirror as he got changed.

Jeon Jungkook had one of the most beautiful bodies you had seen in your life. Of all the boys you had fucked, that is. But then again, he was better than most of them on all aspects, so it really was useless to compare him.

No one could compare to Jeon Jungkook.

Your heart squeezed in your chest then, as the ecstasy of the orgasm finally left you. Left you to be replaced with the image of Soobin, and you found yourself missing him.

Found yourself wishing you didn’t have such treacherous thoughts about Jungkook. It almost felt like you were cheating. It was worse than a cold shower, washing away the warmth and ecstasy until you found yourself freezing, almost shivering even in the heat that had taken over the car.

Jungkook didn’t mention it, when he sat back next to you, handing you a clean pair of jeans. He noticed though. Those big doe eyes of his noticed everything, with their galaxies, and it made you turn away from him. You switched your skirt for the pants, as Jungkook drove back to the main street, sending you cautious glances once in a while.

You pushed your discomfort to the side as he stopped at a gas station, eyes finally meeting his.

“Is everything okay?” he asked as soon as your gazes locked.

You looked around, before gazing into his eyes again. “Why are you stopping here?” you asked, avoiding his question.

He didn’t like it. You could tell by the harsh set in his jaw, but it was gone in an instant. “I thought you might want to pee, to make sure you don’t get an infection.”

Sweet. Always so sweet. It pushed your wariness away, melting it into a soft warmth that spread through your chest. And you wanted to tell him how he made you feel then. Wanted to thank him for being so caring, but you couldn’t find the words. So, you just nodded, telling him you’d be right back.

When you came back, Jungkook had switched to the passenger seat, and you just watched him confused for a time, until you remembered you had first asked to drive. You hesitantly opened the door on the driver’s side, before sitting down, throwing Jungkook a sheepish look.

“Are you sure you don’t mind if I drive?” you asked.

He shrugged, meeting your eyes with his galaxies. “Not if you tell me what’s wrong.”

You froze, hand halfway to the wheel. The galaxies seemed to have stopped swirling in his eyes, as if they too awaited an explanation. As if his worlds couldn’t orbit their stars without you explaining, and it was so sweet and caring it had your heart stop in your chest.

“Everything is okay.” You nodded, offering him a reassuring smile. “Everything is okay now.”

He didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t push, instead letting his face fall into a smile of his own. “Okay. Good.” He nodded too, before looking away. “Then, you can drive.”

You chuckled, before turning the key in the ignition. “You know I would have driven anyway.”

 *****

                 “That’s not how you make a tent”, Jungkook said, for the eleventh time.

You laughed, looking at the mess in front of you. “No shit.”

He chuckled, as he glanced over his shoulder at Aera, who was walking towards you. “We don’t need help”, he said before the girl had even reached your side.

He had insisted on setting up your tent with you. Had said it’d be quicker that way – because he had brought two tents. One for each of you, that he wanted to put next to each other. You weren’t quite sure why – maybe he just didn’t want to appear like more than friends. Though his friends knew about your deal. Because you had told Aera, and Aera had told Minchae, and Eunwoo had also talked about it.

Yet, it reassured you, somehow. Because Soobin hadn’t completely left your thoughts, and you indeed needed some space. You were relieved Jungkook wanted to give it to you, without questions.

Even more so relieved, as it had led to you laughing so hard you had almost pissed yourself twice.

“You’re so competitive you can’t even admit when you need help, Jungkook”, Aera said as she stopped next to you, looking at the poles you had in your hands.

Jungkook glared at her, before meeting your gaze. “I don’t like your friend.”

You laughed again. “We’ll manage babe, thanks.”

Aera chuckled, shaking her head. “Where did you guys stop on the way? I thought you were right behind us.”

Your laugh died in your mouth, as you met Jungkook’s widened gaze.

“We just got food”, he said, shrugging, and the surprise that had first lit up his features melted into a smirk. “Some good food at that.”

You blushed – what the hell? – before letting out another small laugh. “Good food indeed.”

Aera looked between you two, a disgusted look taking over her pretty features. “Ew.”

You glared at her. “What do you mean, ew?”

“Just say you fucked. I fucked Eunwoo before leaving.”

Jungkook shook his head as he chuckled. “As much as I’m happy Eunwoo is getting some, you didn’t need to tell us that.”

Aera shrugged her shoulders before turning around to walk away. “Not my problem.”

You watched your friend leave, before resuming your attention on Jungkook. There was a slight blush on his cheeks, when you looked at him, and it made you look away. Made your gaze drop to the mess of a tent on the ground.

“Well”, Jungkook said, before scraping his throat. “Where were we?”

You snorted, holding up the poles in your hands. “I think we have to slide this in the loops there.”

You motioned to said loops, and Jungkook tilted his head to the side, before nodding.

“That seems like a good plan.”

You got to work, and soon enough you were a laughing mess again. Because you couldn’t get the poles in, or maybe you made it a little harder for Jungkook. Just to tease him, and it took him a moment to understand. But when he did, he stopped trying to get the pole in, turning to glare at you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

“Nothing.” It was said innocently, yet Jungkook’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Give me that.”

“No.”

“Y/n, give the poles to me.”

He had his hand held out, and you shook your head.

“Or what?”

He smirked, before taking a step closer. He leaned down, until he could speak directly into your ear. “Or you won’t get any birthday sex.”

He kissed your neck then, just over the neckline of your shirt, and your breath caught in your throat. His hands moved on your arms, sliding down, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind…

He snatched the poles from your hands, letting out a victorious cheer before turning away from you. You tried to get them back, wrapping your arms around his waist, but he held the poles away.

“Give them back”, you begged.

Jungkook stepped away from you, before pointing at the tent with the pole. “Hold the tent up.”

You put your fists on your hips, almost stomping on the ground to show him you were angry. But mostly to make him laugh, and the stern expression on his features melted as he giggled.

“You’re annoying”, you told him.

“That’s not what you were saying when we were…”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence, as you shoved him in the shoulder. “Jeon Jungkook, you are outrageous!” He grinned his boyish grin, eyes crinkling at the corners, and you almost fell in the galaxies again.

You caught yourself at the last second possible, looking away from him as a blush crept on your cheeks.

You cooperated then, helping Jungkook to set up the tent. You found that you made a better team once you really tried to focus on the job at hand instead of messing around – even if messing around was far more fun – and soon enough the two tents were up, right next to each other. Jungkook put your duffel bag in one, along with the sleeping bag you had gotten for the occasion, while you moved his stuff to his tent.

It was somehow… domestic, the way you two were carrying yourselves. And it was hard, then, to think about the fact that it was just a business deal. That it’d go back to how it was before, when you’d be back in Seoul.

Or maybe it didn’t have to. You just didn’t know if you wanted that anyway, because Soobin still occupied most of your thoughts. Still owned your heart, even if Jungkook occasionally made you feel … something.

There were no words to explain what he made you feel, other than what the night sky made you feel. The night sky he held in his eyes, and the one that lit up the heavens when the sun set, after you had played around on the beach with the rest of your friends all day, before eating a barbecue Jungkook had taken care of.

You acted as if you didn’t notice, but Jungkook always offered you the first bite of meat. Always made sure you didn’t want more before handing out the rest to his friends, making his own plate last.

Jungkook was a kind human being, behind all the vulnerability. Or maybe the vulnerability just made him kinder, as if he didn’t want the people around him to suffer like he had.

It made you wonder what the darkness in his eyes was about. What had hurt Jeon Jungkook enough to make him give himself away to a lot of girls, what had made him willing to make a deal such as the one you shared. And you didn’t know if he still slept around. You had had sex with another guy once, at the beginning of the deal, but then had found that Jungkook was plenty enough to satiate your cravings.

You liked to tell yourself he felt the same about you.

It was fun to be around Jungkook when he was with his friends. Even Minchae didn’t make you feel wary like she usually did. Nothing could really reach you, except your own darkness inside of you. And you found yourself gazing at Jungkook more, then. The thoughts you had on Soobin’s death anniversary came back to your mind and you wondered, truly wondered, if Soobin had been the one to bring Jungkook into your life.

Because even with all his red flags, the more you got to know Jungkook, the more he seemed just right.

It made you confused, deeply, and way too vulnerable for your own good.

Sitting around a small bonfire, Jungkook and his friends were talking about their latest works, and you tuned out the conversation as you looked up at the sky, heart squeezing in your chest at the sight of all the stars. You could still hear the sea in the distance, even if trees separated you from the beach, and the fresh air of the night filled you with wonder.

The kind of wonder that had your eyes trail back to Jungkook as he squeezed your hand, running his thumb on the back of your hand before letting go. Your eyes met, and he offered you a small smile, before going back to his conversation. His friends didn’t seem to notice the affectionate move, or maybe they chose to ignore it.

You did ignore the way Eunwoo and Jaehyun acted with your friends. Even if the latter seemed to wish to put a distance between Minchae and him, sometimes.

The rest of Jungkook’s friends would be coming tomorrow. Indeed, Jimin, Mingyu and Yugyeom were all supposed to join during the day tomorrow. You were excited to see Jimin again, to see if his own shadows had left him. To know what he thought about the tattoo after having it on his skin for a while.

Your eyes went up to the sky again, as you leaned your head against the chair you were sitting in. The glow of the fire played on your peripheral vision, and you tried to ignore it, to focus on the stars above. On their own glow, that seemed to be so faint compared to the stars you were used to. To those in the eyes of the boy next to you.

Your heart squeezed in your chest again, and you found nostalgia hitting you, about Soobin. And it wasn’t like you had gone camping with him before – Soobin had been a city boy through and through – but there was something in the feelings in you that reminded you of him. Of the early days of your relationship, when you had been fresh out of high school and ready to dive into adulthood.

You sighed, chasing the sadness that always came with Soobin away. Jungkook threw you a cautious look, before grabbing his phone. And when he jumped up next to you, you turned to look at him, eyes a little widened.

“Come with me”, he said, hand extended to you.

The conversation around you died as Jaehyun and Eunwoo looked at you curiously, awaiting your answer. Minchae and Aera had gone to take a shower, but you had taken yours earlier, right when you had come back from the beach, so it was just the two boys next to you.

“Why?” you asked, though you grabbed his hand.

He pressed your fingers with that gentle touch of his, looking towards the beach.

“You keep craning your neck so you can look up at the stars, let’s just go on the beach.”

The orange glow of the fire played on his features, and you looked at him for a time. Gazed at the soft look in his eyes, that hinted at concern and maybe something else. Vulnerability, perhaps.

“I don’t mind staying here”, you said right as he pulled you up to your feet.

He smiled then before pulling you closer and wrapping his arms around you. You stilled, frozen like a deer in headlights, not knowing what to do.

“Happy birthday, Y/n”, he whispered in your ear, and a trail of goosebumps moved down your spine.

It hit you. It was midnight. He had waited until it was midnight to wish you a happy birthday.

Business deal my ass.

Eunwoo and Jaehyun had started talking again, ignoring you, or maybe just offering you some privacy. And your heart beat louder in your chest, as you pulled away from the hug to gaze up at his face.

Jungkook was close to you. Doe eyes shining with fondness, and you found your own eyes dipping to his lips.

“Thank you, Jungkook.”

His gaze filled with even more light, with even more galaxies and stars and nebulas.

It was your first time calling him by his first name only.

“And I know you’ve been dying to stargaze, so let’s go on the beach.”

You nodded, unable to form a word as your throat closed with emotion. He grabbed your hand again, before pulling you behind him. He stopped to grab the blanket on which you had been sitting, and then you followed him to the beach, walking down the small dirt path in the forest.

The beach opened up in front of you, sand shining under the light of a thousand stars. The waves were smaller tonight, but their melody met the one in your heart, the one that was becoming louder with every stroke of Jungkook’s thumb on the back of your hand.

You took off your shoes, grabbing them in your hands before walking on the beach, turning left to head into the horizon. The sand was cold, under your toes, but the warm presence of Jungkook next to you compensated.

“I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself”, he said, glancing at you once before looking up at the sky.

You smiled, a soft smile that barely even tugged at the corners of your lips. “I am. Far more than I thought I would.”

He sighed in relief, and though he wasn’t holding your hand anymore, his gravity pulled you closer. Made you step just a little closer to him, until his arm was brushing yours each time you took a step.

“I’m glad.”

You walked in silence for a time, until Jungkook seemed to judge the spot good enough to lie down. You helped him put the large blanket on the ground, before sitting on it, feet digging in the sand.

“How does it feel to be twenty-five?” he asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “I’ve been twenty-six since the beginning of the year?”

He chuckled then, nudging you with his elbow. “I meant in international age. You’re older than me by a little less than a month.”

You smiled wickedly as you met his gaze. “And yet you haven’t called me nuna once.”

He laughed, before lying down, hands beneath his head. He watched you for a time, before his eyes slid to the sky above. “Would you want me to call you that?”

You scrunched up your nose in disgust, shaking your head forcefully.

“Understood.” He laughed again, before glancing at the spot next to him. “Why don’t you lie down?”

You were admiring the sea and its waves, watching them hit the shore relentlessly.

“I’m happy to be here”, you said, letting the truth fall from your mouth, even as your heart was trying to tell you not to.

To tell you to keep some mystery and enigma, so you could protect yourself.

“Something has been haunting you”, Jungkook said, voice low.

He wasn’t looking at you when you glanced at him, and you lay down next to him, eyes meeting the constellations in the sky. There was a veil, over the sea, where a thin cloud hid the stars, but most of the night shone over you, twinkling lights that reminded you of the man next to you.

You didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know if you were willing to tell him, to let him know about your vulnerability. About the demons that still haunted you, the ones he could chase away when you looked at the galaxies in his eyes, when you took the time to explore his worlds.

“This time of the year is always hard, for me”, you admitted. Refusing to turn your head towards him as you felt his gaze on your profile.

He stayed silent for a time, as if expecting you to continue, before speaking. “You don’t like celebrating your birthday?”

You chuckled, shaking your head a little. “No. I wish it could be just that.” Your voice was shaking a little, and you hated it. Hated how your heart had picked up its pace in your chest, adrenaline pumping in your blood.

As if you were in danger, when you were just about to tell Jungkook about your past. And maybe you were, maybe giving him that power over you was a danger in itself, but you couldn’t stop. Not when he had been so sweet, since last week. Not when he was looking at you like that, with the galaxies in his eyes feeling like home.

You hadn’t felt that way about anyone in a long time.

“My boyfriend died, at the end of July, a couple years ago.”

There was a heavy silence. As if even the waves had stopped, holding their breath as your words echoed over the water, getting lost in the horizon. It was a loud silence, one that ached far more than words ever could.

You turned your head to look at Jungkook. To meet the darkness that had taken over his eyes. The concern and grief for you swallowed his stars whole until his gaze had turned fully black.

“He died in a car accident. Well, at the hospital after the accident.”

Jungkook remained silent and you suddenly felt awkward. Awkward and angry to have revealed your secrets to him. You sat up, eyes getting lost in the distance again, as you brought your knees to your chest.

“Sorry.”

Jungkook sat up next to you, and he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. It was intimate, the way he did it, with his fingers lingering on your cheeks after. “Don’t be sorry.”

“I don’t know why I’m telling you”, you admitted, and there was an edge to your voice.

“It’s okay, Y/n”, he said, voice gentle and reassuring. “You can talk to me about anything.”

You wondered if that was true. If he’d want to listen to the feelings in your heart, when you got lost in his galaxies.

“His name was Kim Soobin”, you said, because you really needed to get the truth out. To tell the boy with galaxies in his eyes what made you the person that you were. “He was the one to train me, as a tattoo artist.”

Jungkook nodded, looking in the distance. “Was he your first?”

“He was.” You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. “He was my first everything.” You paused, eyes falling to the sand in which your feet were digging again, as if they’d find any form of comfort in the cold humidity of it. “It’s been hard to let people in after him.”

Jungkook moved a little closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You shivered, as if you suddenly were freezing, and you leaned your head on his shoulder. His warmth moved through you, slowly, anchoring you in the present.

“I think that’s why I’m telling you”, you admitted.

He put his head on top of yours, as his hand started stroking your arm gently. “You loved him a lot, I can understand why it’s hard.”

You weren’t quite sure what to reply to that. Because it was true, you had loved Soobin a lot. Still loved him a lot. But you doubted Jungkook could understand the type of loss you had been through. Maybe it was selfish, for you to feel like that, but you hated when people told you they understood.

They couldn’t.

“I mean”, he said after a time. “I don’t think I can understand. I’ve never been through something like that.”

Oh.

“And I am sorry you did. I just hope I can help ease the pain.”

There were tears blurring your eyes then. You didn’t dry the one that rolled on your cheek, didn’t dare move at all. Because Jungkook did ease the pain, better than anything ever could. You didn’t quite think about Soobin, when you were with him. It was Jungkook, and his galaxies and stars, that occupied your brain.

Maybe that most of all was your biggest fear. Because it gave him too much, over you. The feelings in your heart made Jeon Jungkook dangerous.

“You do”, you replied nonetheless. “At first it was just sex, but…” You trailed off, as he pressed the gentlest kiss on the top of your head. It silenced the fear in your heart, and one of your hands snaked around his waist, so you could hug him close. “You are a good person, Jeon Jungkook.”

He lay down, pulling you with him, until he was on his back with your head on his shoulder. His arms were holding you close, and you started playing with the hem of his shirt.

“So are you, Y/n”, he breathed. “I find myself lucky to have met you.”

Tears were pricking at your eyes again, but for a completely different reason now.

“Why did we make a deal like that?” you asked.

You wondered if Jungkook was going to reply, as silence stretched between you. Maybe asking it had been a mistake, maybe you should have…

“We could see where this trip brings us”, he murmured.

His heart was beating loud in his chest, so loud you could hear its every beat.

“Would you like that?” you asked.

He kissed your forehead then and his free arm moved up to cup your cheek. “Look at me.”

You did, meeting the infinity of his eyes. Falling face first until you were swimming in his galaxies. Until his worlds were swirling around you, all of them feeling close and dear to you. All of them feeling familiar, as if you had been meant to be their explorer.

“I would like that very much”, he finally replied.

He pulled you in again then, his gravity so strong your lips pressed against the pillowy softness of his. It took both of you aback, and you pulled away, just enough to gaze into his eyes again. Just enough to see the smile forming on his mouth, before you pressed your lips on his again.

The kiss was slow and gentle. Gentle like everything about Jungkook, when it came to you. It had your heart beating steadily in your chest, to the same beat in his, and he pulled you closer, hand finding the nape of your neck, until your tongue darted out to meet his, halfway between your mouth.

Even then, the rhythm remained slow, as if you had all the time in the universe. And maybe you did, and the universe had stopped, for you. Had decided to give you this bubble, outside of time, so you could indulge in each other. So you could taste the other, in a way you had forbidden at first.

The kiss was intoxicating, but the good kind of intoxicating. The one that left your mind feeling like it was floating above the clouds, swimming in the stars up ahead. In those in his gaze too, but you knew them like the back of your hand already.

It was strange, how easy it had been, to get lost in Jeon Jungkook. You wondered if you had gotten lost that first day, when he had stepped in your shop. When your body had been inexplicably attracted to his.

Jungkook sighed in the kiss, as he made you turn until he was hovering over you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him ever so closer, and you let out a breathy sound as he sucked on your bottom lip.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you for so long”, he breathed, lips moving against yours as he spoke.

Had he been just a little farther away, he would have seen the blush creeping up on your cheeks. But he wasn’t, and his lips pressed on yours again, kissed you until you got drunk with the taste of him.

Your thoughts tried to hold onto coherency, onto anything so you wouldn’t get forever lost, but as your tongues met again, the sense in your head dissolved into nothingness.

Your last thought was that it was better than you had expected, to kiss a man with a piercing. You weren’t quite sure if that was because of the piercing, or because Jungkook was the one you were kissing.

Jungkook climbed on top of you, knee spreading your legs apart until you had wrapped them around his waist. His arms were on the two sides of your head, as he leaned on his forearms not to crush you. He kept kissing you, barely ever pulling away. Just enough so you could suck in a breath, before he was kissing you again.

You never wanted the kiss to end. It healed something in you, to have someone kissing you like that.

You ran a hand through his soft hair, pulling at the longer strands on the back of his head, just a little, just enough for him to pull away.

“Jungkook-ah”, you whispered, and his eyes fluttered open, right at the same time as yours did.

“Y/n.”

You smiled, echoing his own smile, as you gazed up at his eyes. At the night sky behind him, inside of him.

“Kiss me again”, you breathed.

He chuckled as he obeyed. It was a passionate kiss, one that had your blood turn a little hot in your veins. Not in a way that made you want his body, but rather in a way that made you want his star-filled soul.

You hoped he felt the same about you.

“We never should have made that a rule”, he said in between two kisses.

You smiled and he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. “It makes the kiss better.”

He lifted his head enough for you to look him in the eyes. He had a confused crease between his brows, one that you could see even in the darkness surrounding you.

“Why?”

You pursed your lips. “Because we’ve been craving to kiss each other for a long time.”

“Have we?” He smirked, before pecking your lips. He seemed to reconsider it, and he kissed you again, slow and steady. “We have.”

You gazed at each other then, long enough for you to explore all the worlds in his eyes. It filled your chest with warmth, the kind of warmth that melted the snow after a long winter. And each time you blinked, you were relieved he was still there, and not an invention of your mind.

“Thank you”, you said, as your eyes fluttered close when he kissed your forehead.

“What for?”

You thought about it for a time. Surprisingly enough, this time, when Soobin invaded your thoughts, your heart didn’t constrict in your chest, it didn’t ache the way it usually did. There was some lingering sadness, as there always would be, but it wasn’t like before.

“For not being weird, about Soobin.”

He pecked your nose then, before pulling away, rolling until he was lying next to you again. “I am happy you feel comfortable enough with me to talk to me about what’s been haunting you.”

You turned on your side, until you could gaze at him as he looked at the stars. “You know you can tell me about you too, right?”

“I know.” He smiled, glancing at you once. “But today is about you.”

“What if I want you to talk to me about you?”

He turned on his side, meeting your eyes. “Then I’d tell you that I don’t have a story like yours to share.”

“You’re an idol, I’m pretty sure you have hundreds of stories to share.”

He chuckled, before playing with his piercing. “Maybe I do. We need to save something for later.”

It made you wary, just a little, to have him refuse to talk to you. But then again, if he didn’t want to talk, it was his choice. You wouldn’t push. Like he hadn’t really pushed you to tell your story either. But you knew there was a story to him too. You could see it in the darkness invading his eyes, in the vulnerability that had him look away from you.

“Alright then, keep your secrets”, you said, trying to keep your tone light.

You knew you had succeeded as he turned on his back again, pointing to the sky above. “Don’t you want to look at the stars?”

“I do”, you said, though it took you a moment before you turned on your back too.

You stayed there with Jungkook for a long time, until time started again, until the stars above became a map you knew by heart too. And exhaustion eventually caught up to you, having you yawn, though you tried to hide it behind your hand.

“Do you want to go to bed?” Jungkook asked, as he held in his own yawn.

You shrugged. “We can stay a little longer.”

You were glad you had chosen to stay, when a shooting star cut through the sky.

“Did you see that?” you asked excitedly, sitting up. “There was a shooting star!”

He laughed, and he sat up too. “I saw it. We have to make a wish.”

And as you looked him in the eyes, looked at his own stars and galaxies, you knew what you wished. Knew it as if it was the secret to your universe.

Please don’t leave me like Soobin did.

 *****

                 “Don’t make any noise”, Jungkook said as you walked back to the fireside, hand in hand. “I think everyone went to bed.”

And it seemed so, because once you reached the fire, only embers greeted you. You held onto Jungkook’s hand, as you looked around.

There was a light on in Aera and Eunwoo’s tent, and it took a moment for your brain to register the shadows on the canvas of the tent.

“Oh my God”, you let out.

Jungkook looked at you over his shoulder, and his eyes trailed to what you were looking out.

There was the distinct sound of moaning, and you exchanged a look, before bursting out laughing.

“Oh my God”, he echoed as he laughed. “They have no shame.”

“Don’t speak so loud”, you told him. “We don’t want to make them uncomfortable.”

He shrugged, before pulling you towards your own tent. “They are so into each other.”

“They are”, you agreed.

You stopped in front of your tent. Jungkook stood in front of you, head tilted so he could kiss your forehead. He had been doing that a lot, now. And it was so sweet, so warm, that you wrapped your arms around him to hug him tight to your chest. He chuckled, and the sound reverberated through his chest.

“Do you want to share a tent?” you asked then.

Because you didn’t want to let him go yet. Didn’t want to part ways for the night, when God knew there was a high chance you’d part ways at the end of this trip.

Or maybe you were just getting tired, and your fears held a stronger grip on you when you were.

“I snore.”

You snorted, glancing at his tent two meters away from yours. “I’m pretty sure we’ve put our tents close enough for me to hear you snoring over there.”

He glanced at his tent too, before letting out a small laugh. “Fair enough. Let me just grab my stuff.”

You let him go so he could do just that, watching him unzip his tent. He grabbed his duffel bag and his sleeping bag, before moving towards you.

“You didn’t bring a pillow?” you asked.

You didn’t remember bringing one into his tent earlier.

“I forgot”, he admitted. “It’s fine, I’ll steal yours.”

You glared at him, fists on your hips. “Try me.”

He pecked your lips, and your heart did a somersault in your chest.

“You can use my chest as a pillow.”

He unzipped the tent flap as you just stood there, not really knowing what to say. You were free falling – it was an exhilarating feeling, and you now understood why people liked skydiving.

Spending time with Jeon Jungkook like that felt like skydiving.

“And put my head on the source of the snoring?” you finally said. “Nu-uh, you’ll be the small spoon.”

He laughed, a clear laugh that brought the softest grin to your face. “Alright then, birthday girl.”

You followed him in the tent as he moved in, immediately going to the opposite side so you’d have enough place. It made you realize that the tent was a lot smaller than you had expected, and really you wouldn’t have a choice but cuddle Jungkook.

Had he done it on purpose, knowing that you’d find your way to each other during the night?

It was a thought that occupied your mind, as you got ready for bed with him. With him tickling you whenever he got the chance, holding you close as you tried to put on a pyjama. You laughed in his arms, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but to no avail.

“Let me go.”

He kissed the top of your head. “No.”

“I’ll bite you.”

His cute giggle filled the space around you, until you indeed sunk your teeth in his skin, where the collar of his shirt ended.

“Ow, what the fuck!” he yelped, and you dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Until you met his darkened gaze, in the light of the lamp he had turned on after you had moved into the tent.

You gulped, glancing down at his lips.

“That hurt”, he said, and he used one hand to massage the spot you had bit.

Even though you were now free, his gravity was too strong for you to move away. So, you moved closer, until your lips met his swollen ones, from your previous kisses.

He kissed you back, and you sighed against his lips, hand going up to pull him in by the collar of his shirt. Jungkook chuckled in the kiss, but he followed you as you lay down, with him on top of you.

With his whole body covering you, Jungkook left your mouth, to start pressing wet kisses on your jaw. And down your neck, all the way to your collarbone. He went a little up again then, and his teeth pulled at your skin as he bit you.

You whined, even though you knew you deserved it. You had been the one to do it in the first place. Yet, as Jungkook ran his tongue along the bite, it wasn’t pain that washed through you, but desire.

You ran a hand through his hair, until you grabbed at the long strands on the back to pull him back into a kiss, this time kissing him hungrily. Passionately, until he started grinding into you with the start of an erection.

“Y/n”, he breathed against your lips.

It made you moan, as he grinded into you again. “You’re driving me crazy.”

He chuckled, with manly pride. “I know.”

You sucked on his bottom lip, tongue darting to play with his piercing, like you had wanted to do for so long. He groaned, and one of his hands went down until he could hook one of your legs around his waist, to grind into you from a better angle. It had him hit your clit, and you let out a moan as you let go of his lip.

“I’m going to take my time with you tonight”, Jungkook said, and he once again aimed for your neck.

Before going down and down, until he had found a spot for himself between your legs. He looked heavenly good down there, even more so as he pulled your panties down.              

Good thing you had only had time to put your shirt on, and your shorts had been forgotten somewhere in the tent.

“Take off your shirt.”

Never mind.

You obeyed, sitting up just long enough to discard the piece of clothing. Jungkook drank in the sight of you, eyes going to your erect nipples.

“Play with your tits.”

Your lips pressed in a thin line as a blush crept on your cheeks. Yet you obeyed his command again, as you lied back down. He watched you carefully, for a while, admiring your every move. It made you feel strange yet hot. So hot, like you were in the middle of the galaxies in his eyes. Like you had been swallowed by one of his suns. And maybe you had been.

Especially as his mouth met the skin of your inner thigh, and he sucked on it.

“Do you want me to eat you out?” he said against your skin, right as he moved to your other thigh, his nose grazing your most sensitive area.

“Do I really need to answer that?”

He chuckled again, before diving in. Going right to sucking on your clit, instead of easing you into it like he usually did. It startled you, making you buck your hips forward, until he rested one of his hands flat on you, pushing you right back to the ground.

You let go of one of your breasts to grab a handful of his hair, as his tongue drew a circle around your clit. His eyes opened to meet yours, and they were dark, so dark. But not with vulnerability. They rather were filled with burning lust, and it made you pussy clench.

He kept eating you out, gaze locked to yours, until you started grinding into his mouth, trying to add more pressure to his ministrations. He got the clue, spreading his tongue flat against you, and before you knew it he was fingering you with one finger, arching it to find the spot that he knew made you come in no time.

That he knew made you squirt like there was no tomorrow. It had embarrassed you, at first, but you knew he loved it. Knew it by the way he kept making you come again, making you squirt as he lapped up your juices. And that was what he did just then, making you come as he added a second finger, pumping his digits in and out of you quickly, until your juice was dripping down his chin.

Only then did he pull away, breathing raggedly. He wasted no time before kissing you, letting you taste yourself on him. You moaned in the kiss, and he laughed, before pulling away and sitting back on his heels.

“Don’t be too loud, we wouldn’t want people to hear us.”

You only then remembered that you were in a tent, right next to your friends and Jungkook’s, and that you had just moaned Jungkook’s name as you came.

“They probably already heard us”, you pointed out.

Jungkook smirked. “Oh, I made sure they did.”

You shook your head as you chuckled. “You’re insufferable.”

“You like it.”

You couldn’t deny it, so you instead played with the hem of his shirt. He took that as a cue to take it off, and you watched the strong planes of his body as the shirt met your pyjama somewhere next to you. You ran your hands on his chest, admiring him in the soft glow of the lamp.

“You are beautiful, Jungkook”, you breathed.

He lost his smirk, as his eyes filled with hundreds of emotions, cheeks tinting pink. “I love it when you call me Jungkook”, he admitted, eyes dipping to your lips.

“I know.” You smiled, wetting your lips. “Wait till I moan it again.”

The smirk came back full force, and he crashed his lips on yours again, kissing you hungrily until you were gasping for air. He pulled away then, to take off his pants and underwear. You made place for him between your legs as he came back, nestling himself between your thighs.

He ran his hands along the skin, leaving a trail of goosebump behind, as his cock rested on your pelvis. You sat up, hand moving between you so you could grab his shaft, pumping it up and down slowly. He grunted, the pillowy softness of his lips a ghost against yours.

“I’m going to fuck you slow tonight”, he said as he rested his forehead against yours. “I want you to forget about everything but my cock inside of you.”

Your grip on him tightened, and you ran your thumb on his head to collect the precum at the slit. “I always forget everything when you fuck me with your fat cock.”

And it was true, Jungkook had an above average dick. Not excessively big, but big enough for him to have to give you a moment to adjust, even after he had been fingering you. Though it always helped, if he had before, spreading your walls enough for them to be ready to welcome him in.

By the juice that was still drying on his chin, you knew you were way ready.

“Do you now?” he asked cockily.

It made you chuckle lightly, and you pecked his lips.

It was true. He was all you could think of, when you were entwined with him like that. And it was healing, oh so healing.

“Yeah.”

He smiled, a wide happy smile. Until you picked up your pace, and a moan escaped the confines of his mouth.

“Who’s got to be silent now, mmh?” you said, making him chuckle.

“Lie down, I want to be inside of you”, he replied. And it was said with a soft edge to it, as if the fondness in him had won against his lust.

That, more than anything, made you lie down. He grabbed his cock, running it up and down your folds a few times to collect your juice. He met your gaze as he did so, and your heart burst with warmth. Until he pushed in, and your heart burst with pleasure instead, making your eyes shut.

He immediately put a hand above your mouth, and you moaned right in his palm.

He sheathed himself entirely inside of you before letting go of your mouth, only replacing his palm with his mouth. His lips danced against yours, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, to hold him close. He didn’t move his hips for a time, perfectly content to just be inside of you.

When he did start moving, it was to slide almost all the way out, before he thrusted in again. Far too slow, compared to what you were used to. But it was sensual, stretching every inch of you, and it felt divine.

It was different, the way you fucked that night. Your heart wanted to say it wasn’t fucking, because really, it was too filled with emotions. Too filled with stars and galaxies and kisses that had your mind dwindling to nothingness.

It made you reach a different high too, one that just filled you with a soft warmth, like there was a bonfire in your heart and he was feeding it logs to keep it going all night. He reached his high, too, as he was still sliding in and out slowly, pace never faltering.

And even after he came, stilling inside of you, Jungkook kept on kissing you, swallowing all the little breathy moans that fell from your mouth. Until he just rested his forehead against yours, and you breathed the same air for a while.

It took him a time, to climb down from on top of you. And when he did, he offered you one of his oversize sweaters, getting dressed along with you to accompany you to the bathroom. He held your hand all the way there, and then all the way back, thumb brushing against the back of your hand as he peppered small kisses on your temple.

And as much as it felt right, you hated it. Hated that as you came down from your high, you realized you had betrayed all of the rules you had made.

You had feelings for the boy with galaxies in his eyes.

 *****

                 The waves of the ocean were a constant rhythm, along with the wind. A soft breeze, a warm one, that caressed your skin as you floated up and down, following the rhythm, the breathing of the sea under you. Seagulls cried in the sky, as you gazed up at the heavens with a smile on your face, basking in the rays of the sun.

The ocean was calm today. Happy, relieved of the tension. Or maybe that was just you. Because you had woken up in Jungkook’s arms, and it had felt perfect.

It was a good birthday.

The cool water lapped at your thighs, where your legs disappeared in the sea, on the two sides of the surfboard you had rented for the day. The waves were small, too small to surf, yet you had tried going into the water, along with Aera, while the boys played volleyball on the beach. Aera was lying on her surfboard next to you, eyes shut as she just let it float on the water, and Minchae was sunbathing somewhere on the beach.

You made sure you didn’t float away from the coast, but it felt like the ocean had no plan to pull you in, when the boy with galaxies in his eyes had already did. Indeed, it almost felt like you were always gravitating back to him, to the soft smile he had offered you all morning, as he had made you coffee. As he had made you sit in his lap, cuddling on a chair outside in front of all your friends.

Aera had taken one look at you, this morning, and had offered you the most crooked grin she could muster up.

She had then wished you happy birthday, and had offered you a small gift, with Cartier bands in it, for the two of you. Friendship rings, and it had had your eyes watering a little, though you had kept it in.

Aera truly was the best friend you could have ever hoped for.

“I can’t believe how much our lives have changed”, Aera said, voice floating above the sounds of the ocean to meet your ears.

You chuckled. “It’s crazy.”

Aera sat up, swaying a little on the water before her eyes found yours. “I’m glad you found Jungkook.”

It had a lump form in your throat, and you remained silent.

“He’s going to be good for you.”

It made you glimpse at Jungkook, and he waved at you from his spot on the beach.

“He is”, you admitted, eyes sliding back to Aera, who had the smallest and softest smile on her lips. “I’m lucky to have met him.”

Aera nodded, and a silence moved between you, as you went back to enjoy the sun.

“Soobin would be happy for you, you know?” Aera said. It was said like a question, as if she needed the reassurance that you weren’t going to push Jungkook away, like you had pushed most of everyone else after Soobin.

You blinked back an unexpected wave of tears. “I know. Sometimes…” you trailed off, searching for words. “Sometimes I think Soobin is the one that sent me Jungkook.”

Aera had silver in her eyes when you met her gaze again. “Maybe he did.”

As you remembered Jungkook last night, and the sea of stars in the sky and in his eyes, you were almost convinced that it was the truth. That you had always been meant to find Jungkook, after Soobin’s journey in your life.

You were aware that you were falling, and falling hard. For someone that hadn’t let herself love anyone after Soobin, you had fallen for Jeon Jungkook far quicker than you had thought it possible.

After all, there had been a reason why you only did momentary connections before him.

You stayed in the water with Aera for a little longer, watching a few shearwaters flying to reach the small fishing boat you could see in the distance. Watching the boys on the otherwise empty beach – they had almost rented the whole camping to make sure you were going to be alone.

It was a great birthday indeed, you told yourself every time you met Jungkook’s gaze, even in the distance. As if his galaxies always knew where to find you. And maybe they did.

You hoped that they did.

It was hard to accept the vulnerability. To let it in, after having pushed it back for years. But it felt like you were coming alive again, seeing colors for the first time in a while. The full spectrum of the rainbow, dancing on the scenes in front of your eyes.

A little later, you noticed Jungkook walking away. He had done it once already, coming back with water for everyone, along with Jimin, Yugyeom and Mingyu. So, you shrugged it off, focusing on trying to lie down on the surfboard without falling in the water.

Another moment of peace, as you watched the fluffy white clouds travelling across the sky. Until Aera’s voice broke you out of the zenitude, bringing you back down to Earth.

“Who is that, with Jungkook?” she asked.

Maybe you knew then, that the peace was over. Because your heart filled with dread, the kind that makes one feel like the beating of their heart will cease to exist.

You sat up, slowly, glancing towards the beach again. There were two girls, with Jungkook. A tall one, with legs that went on for days and long hair that swept at the small of her back, and a smaller one with shoulder-length pink hair. Even in the distance, you could feel the intensity of Jungkook’s gaze on the tall one, intensity that she seemed to reciprocate.

“I didn’t know other girls were coming”, you admitted.

You watched as Jungkook spoke with the girls, until he was joined by Eunwoo. Eunwoo, who threw an arm around Jungkook and motioned towards you and Aera, saying something in Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook shrugged off Eunwoo’s arm, before glancing once at you. There was a small moment, where your eyes met and everything seemed fine, until he looked away and took a step towards the tall girl. Saying something to her, and then they were walking away, just the two of them, following the coastline towards the north.

Eunwoo’s eyes slid to you then, while the pink-haired girl folded her arms on her chest, eyes moving to you a moment later. It felt too out of place, in this idyllic picture, with the lush trees in the background and the shining sand and the blue of the sky.

The moment felt out of place, like it was happening in the wrong universe.

Aera was looking at you, when you turned your head towards her.

“Who’s that?”

You swallowed, surprised to hear the gulp you emitted. “I don’t know.”

Aera was a good friend. Because she sensed your unease immediately, as your eyes didn’t quite focus on her face. Made you get out of the water, and then hooked her arm with yours, as she guided you towards the pink-haired girl, looking for answers.

Walking on the sand felt strange, after having been in the water for so long. Like you weren’t quite adjusted to the gravity anymore. Or perhaps gravity had shifted, in this new universe.

“Hi”, Aera said with a chirpy voice. “Didn’t expect to have other girls joining us.”

She glanced at you, before resuming her attention on the stranger. “I’m Aera, and this is Y/n.”

The girl smiled a tight-lipped smile that felt more awkward than anything. “Nice to meet you. I’m Seungwan.”

She looked at you, and her eyes held no expression whatsoever for you to interpret. Just a bleak look that felt like trouble, in some sort of way.

“Nice to meet you”, you said. Filling the awkward silence, as Aera cocked her head to the side.

“You know Jungkook?” she asked, and you almost wanted to pinch her arm.

Perhaps because you didn’t want to hear the answer to that.

“Yeah, he dated Sena for a really long time.”

She said that looking in the direction of Jungkook and the tall girl. It didn’t take more than that for you to connect the dots. To understand that Jungkook was with his ex, talking to her, just a few hundred yards away.

A whole world away.

“What are you doing here?” Aera asked, and all the friendliness had left her voice.

Bless her.

“We were just camping and we ran into Jungkook on the way to the beach.”

You were barely even listening anymore, looking towards Jungkook as he spoke to the girl. They had stopped and were now standing one in front of the other. They seemed close, and a stupid part of your brain hoped it was because they were far, and your eyes couldn’t really tell.

You didn’t know how to feel, all of a sudden. Some part of you wanted to be angry at Jungkook, for talking to his ex in front of you like that… But he owed you nothing.

You owed him nothing.

“Alright then”, Aera said, and she looked at her nails, an eyebrow cocked in indifference. “And why are they speaking now?”

Seungwan looked uncomfortable, and she glanced at you. You held her gaze, face falling into a cold mask.

“Uh…They really loved each other?”

It hurt you. As if Jungkook hadn’t been allowed to love anyone else before you. You hadn’t even allowed him to love you, at first.

It hit you then. He had been the one to ask for the no feelings rule. Maybe, maybe there had been a reason why Jeon Jungkook didn’t want you falling in love.

“Weird, I wouldn’t talk to my ex”, Aera said.

Eunwoo moved back next to you then, and he had a stern expression on his face. Seungwan blushed, looking down at her feet, and Eunwoo rolled his eyes, before glancing at Aera and you.

His gaze landed on Aera more than you, and it almost felt like a conversation moved between them. And maybe it did, because Eunwoo crossed his arms on his chest, looking down at the pink-haired girl.

“You should go get Sena and leave.”

Seungwan pursed her lips, furrowing her brows. “Why?”

“Because she’s ruining the atmosphere, and we don’t need her here.”

There was a smile that wanted to break on your face hearing that. But it didn’t, unable to reach your lips when you remembered that Jungkook had chosen to speak to Sena in the first place.

“They can do whatever they want, you know.”

“Easy to say for you”, Eunwoo said, chuckling bitterly. “You didn’t have to take care of Jungkook after she broke his heart.”

Seungwan rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

She still obeyed, and you watched her storm off towards Jungkook and Sena. The two exes seemed like they were speaking vehemently and you found yourself gulping.

“Don’t let it get to your head”, Eunwoo said, voice reassuring. “Those two girls are bitches.”

You nodded, meeting his gaze. You found you were too much of a coward to hold it.

It took a moment for Jungkook to come back. For him to walk with his head hung low towards the rest of the group. He didn’t meet your gaze, moving towards where the trees threw shade on the beach, and he sat down, resting his hands on his knees as his eyes slid to the sea.

It was hard to pretend it didn’t upset you, but you shrugged it off. If he needed a moment to think, you weren’t going to be the one to interrupt. You respected him too much for that, but mostly you respected yourself too much.

You had never been one to beg a guy for attention, and Jeon Jungkook was no different.

So, you moved to where the rest of the boys were, even as Aera asked you if you were fine. You reassured her, insisting that you didn’t care, insisting that Jungkook could speak to whoever he wanted, until she finally dropped it.

You let her join the volleyball game as Jimin decided to stop playing, jogging to your side.

“Y/n!” he greeted you happily, a wide grin on his face.

You were glad to see the shadows had left his gaze, after the last time you had seen him.

“Hey”, you greeted him back. “How’s the tattoo?”

The grin melted into a smaller smile. “I love it. I wanted to say thank you again.”

You bowed to him to show your gratitude. “Of course.”

“Also, I heard it’s your birthday?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it is.”

“Happy birthday!”

He offered you a small hug, and you caught a whiff of his cologne. Who wore cologne when they were camping?

But Jimin was friendly. Really friendly, a deep contrast to what Jungkook had turned into. Because Jungkook didn’t quite meet your gaze, after that. Didn’t really look at you at all, as if you didn’t really exist. There was darkness in his eyes, the vulnerable one that made his stars go out. Like a solar eclipse, yet the moon had stopped its course in front of the sun, plunging his worlds into eternal darkness.

You didn’t know if you wanted to try to reach his light, behind the moon. Not when he was being so distant and cold, so different to what he had been like just a few hours before.

Before his ex had walked back into his life.

You wondered how you would have acted had the roles been reversed. Had Soobin still been alive and he’d come to this beach. And you didn’t really want to know the answer, so you pushed the thought to the far back of your mind. Tried to tell yourself that Jungkook just needed time, and that he’d speak to you when he was ready.

You didn’t want to put pressure on him, when he looked so vulnerable, so close to breaking.

So, you spent the rest of the day with your friends, the ghost of Jungkook following all of you around. Not really participating in the partying that ensued, as the boys decided your birthday was a good enough reason to get plastered. Not really eating when it was time to eat, and that most of all scared the shit out of you.

Jungkook had to be severely upset, to have lost his appetite like that.

Aera looked angrier, as time went by. Offering deathly stares to Jungkook, until you elbowed her in the ribs and told her it was fine. She always resumed the glaring as soon as you turned your back, because maybe she knew.

Maybe she knew that deep down, the behaviour Jungkook was portraying right now… it was killing you. Reminding you of how much you hated birthdays, how much you hated that you were constantly getting older, while Soobin hadn’t aged a year since that fatal July day.

But you had always been a party girl, and so you let the energy of the moment carry you. You knew you’d crash eventually, but Jungkook didn’t have to ruin this birthday. You had ruined enough birthdays yourself.

After the sun had set, you all went for a swim, under the sea of stars. They felt different today – colder, fewer, as if most of the ones you had seen last night had been in Jungkook’s eyes. And maybe they had been, and the loss of his galaxies could be seen in the sky up above.

Jungkook had stayed on the beach, looking at you from his sad spot. You liked to tell yourself his eyes were following you, but you were pretty sure they were still lost in the distance, as his mind replayed his memories.

Maybe that was it. Seeing Sena had had him getting stuck in the past, and you just needed to push him into the present again.

You swam out of the water, wringing your hair as you walked towards him. The oversized t-shirt you had been wearing all day to protect the barely healed tattoo from the sun clung to your skin, acting as if it was second skin to you. Jungkook acknowledged your presence by vaguely looking at you, before looking in the distance again.

You sat next to him, bringing your legs to your chest as you followed his gaze, eyes moving to your friends playing in the water. You remained silent, even when sitting next to him like that felt strangely awkward.

As if he wasn’t the Jungkook you had known before.

“Why don’t you enjoy yourself with everyone?” he asked after a while. His voice sounded different, distant, as if he indeed was lost in the past.

You shrugged. “I want to spend time with you too.”

“Oh.” He fell silent, for a long time, before he scraped his throat. “Are you enjoying your birthday?”

You wanted to be angry at him, then. To tell him that he had been acting like a dick, all day, but really, you didn’t find it in you to be that honest with him.

Not when a part of you still believed he could be redeemed.

“It’s been…” you trailed off, as Minchae screamed from the water, right before her scream was cut off by Jaehyun pulling her under the surface with him. “It’s been fun.”

You glanced at his profile. Willed his eyes to slide to yours, but they remained on the horizon of his past.

“You can talk to me, you know”, you said. A hand held out for him, if he was willing to take it.

You watched his Adam apple bob as he swallowed. His eyes fell to the sand in front of him, and he slowly shook his head. “I don’t want to talk.”

It angered you. Just a little. And maybe if you hadn’t drunk before, honesty wouldn’t have found its way to your mouth. But there was nothing to stop it now, no inhibitions left behind.

“It’s a little unfair, don’t you think?” you said. “I offered you my secrets last night, my biggest vulnerabilities, and still you remain closed off.”

His brows knit on his face. Maybe you had gone too far, but you wanted to get a reaction out of him. Anything, to shake him out of the darkness in his eyes.

“Isn’t that a little selfish?” he asked. “To expect me to talk just because you confided in me.”

Maybe it was. Maybe it was inherently selfish, to expect him to give you something of him too. To believe you were owed a piece of him, when you had offered him the biggest piece of you last night. But you had always been a firm believer that people couldn’t just take in life. Life was about giving and receiving.

Maybe you were selfish indeed.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to”, you said, voice a little strained from the offense that had taken over you, at being called selfish.

Because even if you knew some part of you was, no one liked to be told their flaws.

“Well, I won’t.”

There was a heavy silence then. A silence empty of all the warmth he had brought to you last night and this morning. A silence empty of the feeling of his soft lips against yours, and the praises he had whispered on your skin. It made you swallow a sudden lump in your throat, and you got up.

You needed to escape, before his vulnerability reached you too.

“Alright then”, you let out flatly. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

You took a couple of steps away, before turning to look at him. His eyes were staring at the spot where you had been sitting a moment ago, and it made you ache. Ache as you wanted to still be sitting there, and to have his eyes on you instead.

“I’m going to take a shower, I’ll meet you all at the tents.”

He nodded, almost imperceptibly, and you turned back around. Leaving him in his darkness, and in the sorrow that was plaguing him.

The shower you took was long. Cold, as if the heater had gone out, like the warmth in Jungkook’s eyes had. And when you were done, you stayed in the bathroom a little longer. In its artificial light, a light that suddenly felt safe. Safer than whatever was inhabiting Jungkook.

Maybe you were a coward, for dreading the moment you’d go back to the camping site. Maybe you were a coward indeed.

It took you a while to collect yourself. To remind yourself that Jungkook’s behaviour didn’t have to matter. That tomorrow you’d go back to Seoul and you could pretend the weekend had never happened. Could pretend that Jeon Jungkook’s journey in your life had never happened.

You missed home, then. Not your parents’ house. No, you missed the safety of Soobin’s arms, where nothing had ever been wrong. Where the universe had always felt like it was running on the right course, and not derailing, spinning off its axis.

You collected your stuff, before glancing at yourself in the mirror one last time. Breathing in, holding your breath, before letting it out. Your heart didn’t quite seem like it wanted you to go out in the night again, but you steeled yourself, willing it to stop guiding your every move, and you stepped outside.

The contrast from the neon lights to the lone yellow lamp next to the door had you blinking a few times, trying to bring your eyes to focus. It took a moment for them to adjust, and once they did, you started the walk back, choosing the darkness of the night as your companion, instead of using the flashlight of your phone to guide you.

Your steps knew where to take you, and a few minutes later you could hear the sound of music and laughter. It felt out of place, that happy universe of your friends, when you were unsure what to feel. Yet you let your face break into a smile, as you stepped into the circle of light that encompassed the camping site.

Your eyes scanned the scene – Minchae and Jaehyun cuddling next to the fire, eating marshmallows together, while Mingyu tended to the flames. Eunwoo, Aera, and Yugyeom, playing a drinking game with Jimin laughing his ass off rolling on the ground next to them. They looked happy, all of them, a scenery straight from a coming-of-age movie. It gave you a little warmth, to know that you’d have the chance to participate in it, to become part of the scene, if you let yourself.

But something was missing. Its absence was far brighter than the happiness, as if the key to the keyhole was missing.

Jungkook wasn’t there. And your eyes searched for him, instinctively, until you had walked closer to the fire, aiming for your tent so you could put your stuff down. When you passed next to Mingyu, he met your inquisitive gaze, and you immediately knew what he was going to say.

“Don’t look for him”, he said. “He left with Sena, saying they needed to talk.”

You stopped walking, holding onto your stuff as if it’d anchor you. “Did he say how long he’ll be gone?”

Minchae was the one to answer. “Y/n, just forget him, we all can see how hung up he still is over her.”

You looked at her, cocking an eyebrow, right as Jaehyun said something in her ear. She looked sheepish, then, as if she hadn’t realized her words had come off as mean.

“Sorry”, she apologized, and then she shrugged her shoulders. “You’re way better than her anyway, she’s built like a skeleton.”

You snorted, laughter bubbling from the least expected place. You had never liked Minchae, but the way she had said it… It made you smile, and you let Jungkook go from your thoughts.

At least you hoped you did.

“Then make me some marshmallows, and we should all play Titanic after.”

Minchae smiled a wicked smile, and for the first time in your life you found yourself liking her. Her and her usual better-than-you attitude. Because maybe she was, and you had always just been jealous.

It didn’t matter anymore, not as you returned to partying, and Jungkook dwindled away from your thoughts with each mix of beer and soju you had to drink – you had always sucked at Titanic. Not when the stars up above started feeling right again, because friends had always been more important to you anyway.

Friends that were willing to party for your birthday like that, mostly. Especially Aera, and her shamelessness in making the most sexual jokes she could think of, making everyone cringe but you and Eunwoo. Jimin too, and the friendliness that was oozing from him.

Jimin knew how to have fun, and how to make sure the people around him were having fun too. He was a kind soul, a gentle soul, and you were happy his shadows had lifted. He looked a lot better when he was shining like that.

Maybe that was why you found yourself sitting at the fire with him, sometime before dawn. Sometime after everyone had gone to bed, and you had decided to prolong the night a little, holding on to its revelry and happiness.

Holding on to everything that could chase the boy with galaxies in his eyes out of your mind.

“You’re not going to bed?” Jimin asked, and you startled.

You had thought he had fallen asleep a while ago.

“Nah.” You shrugged your shoulders. “The fire is not dead yet.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just embers.”

It was. Yet, you didn’t really want to go to bed. Not when you knew the tent was empty, empty of the warmth of the boy who had slept next to you the night before.

Jimin threw you a careful look, as you stared into the glowing embers. He knew. You could tell he knew, yet he didn’t mention it. Didn’t tell you you were wrong, for being there waiting for Jungkook to come back.

Because that was what it was. You were waiting for him, hoping he’d come back. Hoping he’d prove that Sena didn’t really matter anymore.

Jimin’s phone dinged, a surprising sound in the middle of the seaside night. A second later he looked at it, and you couldn’t help but notice the lovesick smile that moved on his features.

Maybe there was a reason why his shadows had lifted after all.

It was fond, the way he looked at his phone, typing his reply before putting it back in his pocket. It made you jealous. Jealous, because you wished it could have been you, with a fond smile like that tonight. But it wasn’t.

Jimin met your gaze, and the fondness changed to something else. Concern, maybe.

“Who’s texting you like that?” you asked. Because you knew he had a question on his lips, one you didn’t want to hear.

The smile came back, and his eyes fell to the embers. “A friend.”

“A friend?”

He let out a small laugh, a shy laugh. “My neighbour.”

“Your neighbour?”

You had a teasing smile on your lips, and he chuckled.

“We’ve gotten closer in the last few weeks.”

He had a slight blush on his cheeks, and you knew. Knew what love looked like, because it was shining in his eyes. It was a great look, on the features of Park Jimin.

“You like her, do you?”

He didn’t reply for a long time. Face falling serious, eyes searching the embers for answers. It made you think about Jungkook, about what he was probably doing, with Sena right now.

It was poison to your heart, to think about that.

“I think I do.” The truth fell between you, like a leaf falls on water. Slowly, softly, like it’s falling right into place. “She just got out of a long relationship. I don’t think she’s ready for anything but…” Another chuckle. “I think I fell for her when she called me an asshole and threw up on my feet.”

A crease appeared between your brows. It was hard to imagine what could have made him fall, in that instance, and you couldn’t be in his memories. Couldn’t understand the feelings in his heart.

“Anyway”, he said, sitting back in his chair. “Enough sentimentality.”

You pursed your lips. “I don’t mind it”, you admitted.

But you did. Sort of. Because Jungkook hadn’t come back, and you were losing hope.

It had been stupid to have hope in the first place.

“I’m sorry”, Jimin apologized. “About Jungkook.”

Your heart froze in your chest.

“Ah, it’s fine.”

“But it’s not.” He was looking at you, but you didn’t turn your head towards him. “He cares about you, you know? But…”

But Sena had been his lover for a long time. Had probably mattered too much, for him to decide to disappear in the night with her.

“They dated for a really long time”, Jimin continued. “They were high school sweethearts.”

You weren’t sure you wanted to know, yet you let Jimin talk. Let Jimin fill the void the boy with galaxies in his eyes had left behind.

“It didn’t end well”, Jimin said. And then he scoffed, before leaning forward, putting his elbows on his knees. He rested his head on his fists, eyes getting lost in the embers again. “I don’t know if I should be telling you this.”

You met his gaze then, as he slid his eyes back to you. He looked sad. For you, or for Jungkook and his broken heart. It was hard to tell.

“It’s just…” you trailed off. “We were just fuck buddies. And then he invited me here and…”

Jimin nodded, understanding moving on his features, softening them in an expression you hated. You didn’t like when people pitied you.

“And it felt as if it was something more. He…”

You fell silent, because emotions raised in you. Emotions you didn’t want to have, didn’t want to acknowledge you had.

You really did miss Soobin in that moment.

“He’ll come back”, Jimin said. As if he was certain of it, when Jungkook still wasn’t anywhere to be seen. “Trust me.”

“It just sucks that it had to happen on my birthday.”

“Jungkook is a mess.”

There was nothing truer than that. But so were you, and maybe… Maybe that was why you had thought you were a mess together. A piece of art, in all the flaws you shared.

“That he is”, you agreed. You sighed, a heavy sound, one that put a burden on your shoulders. On your heart, as it ached in your chest. “I… I think I’ll head to bed.”

Jimin understood that you needed to be alone. That you needed to flee the conversation, because it was too true. Too close to your vulnerability, igniting it in a fire that burned and ached and suffocated you.

“Good night, Y/n.” He stayed silent as you got up. “Happy birthday again.”

You looked at him, and you hoped he couldn’t see the silver lining your gaze.

“Thank you.”

He smiled, apologetically, sadly, and you turned, heading towards your tent.

The tent where Jungkook had made love to you last night. Because that was what it had been: the way he had kissed you and held you. It had been love, though it might have never been directed at you.

Maybe he had been trying to fuck Sena out of his system, all this time.

You unzipped the tent flap, before slipping into its cool darkness. It felt better somehow than the careful eyes of Park Jimin. Eyes that had known too much. Yet the tent felt empty, terribly so, and you wished you could be home.

You laid awake for a long time, staring up at the fabric. Imagining the night sky on the other side, though it was slowly lightening, as dawn inched closer.

You laid awake for so long you thought you wouldn’t ever fall asleep. But some part of you was still waiting, hoping he’d come back.

You were finally dozing off when a voice reached your ear.

“You’re still up?”

It was Jungkook.

You could almost imagine Jimin stretching before he replied. “I don’t have a tent.”

“You could have taken my tent.”

There was a long silence. “You really think you’re going to share a tent with Y/n tonight, after spending time with Sena like that?”

Jungkook didn’t say anything.

“What the fuck was that, Kook-ie?”

“Nothing happened”, Jungkook said defensively. “We just needed some closure.”

Jimin scoffed. “You could have chosen another moment for that.”

“Fuck off, Jimin, I don’t feel like getting scolded now.”

There was a tremolo to Jungkook’s voice. A hint that he was about to cry, or had been crying before. And you could imagine he had been crying, if closure had been what he was seeking.

There was scuffling, moving closer to the tent, and you felt your heart strain in your chest. You turned on your side, shutting your eyes. Pretending you were asleep as Jungkook unzipped the tent and slid in.

You listened to him move closer, until he was lying down behind you. You could feel the weight of his gaze on the back of your head, as you felt a tear slip on your cheek.

Jungkook moved, resting his forehead on the back of your shoulder. He sighed heavily. It broke, like he was sobbing, and it hurt. Hurt and ached and burned.

“Y/n?”

His voice was broken. Sad, sorrowful, holding the weight of the universe.

He whispered something, and the meaning of his words didn’t reach your mind, his voice too low for you to hear. Until he spoke a little louder.

“Please don’t hate me.”

“Go to bed, Jungkook.”

You felt him stiffen behind you. “Y/n… I want to talk now.”

There was a plea in his voice, and it just made more tears slide on your cheeks.

“I don’t want to”, you whispered.

“Please…”

“You can’t just spend the evening with her and then decide you’re ready to talk to me.”

You wondered what his galaxies would look like, if you were to gaze at his eyes. The galaxies that you had thought were yours, last night. Yours to explore, yours to make a home in. But maybe you had just been their safekeeper, until she came back.

Came back and stole him away from you.

“For what it’s worth”, he breathed, and you could feel his lips moving on you through the fabric of the shirt you were wearing. The shirt he had lent you the night before, when everything had been right. “We just talked. Told each other stuff we should have told each other months ago.”

You remained silent, as a tear rolled on the bridge of your nose, tickling it, before falling off the edge.

“We can talk tomorrow”, Jungkook said. “I’ll let you sleep.”

He turned on his back, and the absence of his contact tore your heart apart.

“Jungkook?” you breathed.

He didn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue.

“Please hold me.”

He let out a sound then, something that resembled a sob. A sound that made your lungs burn, as if oxygen had become toxic to you. Yet Jungkook turned, wrapping an arm around you. Pulling you in his embrace, the warmth of his body contrasting deeply with the ice in you.

You could feel his body shaking, as he cried. And Jeon Jungkook cried for a while, as he held you. As you remained stiff in his touch, not melting like you usually did.

Maybe you just wanted to be held by the boy with galaxies in his eyes one last time, before you exited his worlds. Before you let her take them again because, after all, they had always been hers.

 *****

                 It was a cold morning, the next day. As rain fell relentlessly, in a light shower that covered the world in droplets of water, until everything was wet. Wet and sad, sogging like a dog abandoned outside. Even the tent was cold and wet. Even with the body of the man beside you.

You had been looking at him for a while, in the gray morning light. Jungkook had fallen asleep crying, last night, and his eyes were all puffed up, even with the serenity sleep had given him. You didn’t know if you had slept – most of you had just wanted to engrave the feeling of him against you in your memory.

Maybe you had dozed off, at some point, because you hadn’t realized it was raining until everything was wet, humidity clinging to your every move.

Not that you moved at all, lying there and looking at Jungkook.

You wondered what had gotten him to cry like that last night. Had it been Sena, and the conversation they had had? Because you believed him, when he said they had just talked. It wasn’t like he would have gained anything by lying.

Or was it because of the blame Jimin had thrown at him?

You didn’t want to think it had been because of you. You doubted you held a place important enough in his life to have him break down like that, when he had been the one to disappear into the night.

You imagined what Soobin would have said, if he had been there. And it was a stupid thing to do, because if Soobin had been there you never would have been with Jungkook. You never would have made a deal with the devil.

The tears you had cried last night didn’t come back. Their heaviness lingered, in the air around you. In the rain and the grayness of the world outside, but they didn’t come back.

When Jungkook woke up, his peaceful features fell into a frown. Eyes staying close, and you forced yours to move away from his face, until you were looking at his shoulder. Because you didn’t want him to know you had been staring at him like that.

Engraving his features into your heart.

His eyelids fluttered open, and he remained unmoving for a while. Gazing up at the canvas of the tent, as if it held the answers to the universe. As if he was seeing the movie of last night on there, replaying in a constant loop that had his eyes tearing up again.

He only then blinked a few times, before turning until he was facing you. You felt his gaze on you, for a long time, as neither of you spoke. As you both knew the end had come, even if you wished to hold onto the moment for a little longer.

You could hear your friends waking up outside. Complaining about the rain, saying it was a good thing you were leaving early today. And Jungkook just kept looking at you, while you stared at his chest. While you imagined his skin under the oversized dark gray shirt he was wearing.

“Good morning”, he eventually said, with a voice scrappy with sleep. Sleep and sorrow, maybe.

You met his gaze. Balked at the sight of the dim light of his galaxies. It hurt to see them now, when you knew you were going to end things.

“Morning.”

It was awkward, as you continued gazing into each other’s eyes. You wondered what Jungkook could see, in yours. If he could read you, like you had thought you could read him. But clearly you had been wrong. Oh had you been wrong.

“You look tired.”

He spoke carefully, as if they hid a different meaning, his words.

“Oh”, you let out flatly. “I didn’t really sleep.”

He looked away then, face falling on a spot on your chest. “I’m sorry.”

Was he truly sorry? It was hard to tell, when he had done what he had done on purpose. You wondered if he would have stayed, had you not run away on the beach. But you didn’t want to blame yourself. Just wanted to head home, until you could hold the plush toy Soobin had won for you at the last fair you had visited together.

“We should get up”, you whispered.

Jungkook wet his lips. Played with his piercing for a time. He looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words. Couldn’t voice the feelings inside of him.

Had he struggled like that when he had spoken to her last night?

“I’m sorry”, he repeated.

He did look apologetic. Remorseful, even, and it just made you want to punch him in the chest. Until his heart ached like yours had ached last night.

“What for?”

He didn’t really meet your gaze, though his eyes moved up until they were looking at your slightly parted lips.

“Everything.”

You scoffed, before sitting up. “Let’s just get up and help the others pack.”

“Y/n…”

You glared at him then. Glared at him with every jagged piece left in you. “Don’t say my name like that.”

He sat up too and his tattooed hand reached between you. Wiped a tear on your cheek. One you hadn’t felt slipping out of your eye, and it startled you, somehow. Because he looked at the lone tear, and his galaxies turned dark. Filled with hatred, directed at himself for what had happened last night.

You wished you could reassure him, but you didn’t have it in you. Weren’t the one that was going to comfort the boy with galaxies in his eyes anymore.

“I talked to her about you.”

The words felt like a jab to your heart, and you clenched your jaw. “Stop, Jungkook.”

“You said we could talk today.”

You scoffed, again, a bitter sound that felt like nails scraping on a chalkboard.

“You did. I just want to go home.”

He looked at you for a long time, a war in his mind and in his heart. You watched the conflict unfolding, jaw still clenched. Nails digging in your palms, as you held your hands in fists. Trying to focus on the physical pain, because you had never been good with the emotional kind.

“Okay”, he gave in. “Okay.”

You wished he had said something else. Wished he had fought for you, then. But he didn’t. Instead, he moved to the opening of the tent, unzipped it and stepped outside. Leaving you alone to pack up your stuff. And you did so, blinking back furious tears.

Jungkook came back, a moment later, zipping the flap of the tent behind him. Kneeling next to you to help you, until you were pulling on the sleeping bag he was holding.

“Let me do it”, you said, and he shook his head.

“I’m not going to let you slip away.”

You threw the sleeping bag at him. It hit his chest, before falling in front of him. Your gazes connected, saying more than words ever could. A moment later, you were crashing your lips together, meeting halfway.

Jungkook’s hands moved to your cheeks as your lips meshed together, teeth clashing in a flash of pain you ignored, as you grabbed a handful of his shirt to pull him closer. Until you were lying down with him on top of you.

Was it wrong of you to want to indulge in him one last time? Maybe it was. Terribly so, but you couldn’t stop. Jeon Jungkook and his galaxies were a drug, the beautifully intoxicating kind, that would leave you crawling, half dead, when his time in your life ended.

The kiss and his touches were hungry. Not so gentle, not like he had always been.

One last time, one last time, one last time…

The words were a litany in your mind, as he fucked you, lips never leaving yours. Mouth swallowing every little one of your sounds, as you dug your nails in the skin of his back. Leaving marks on him, for him to remember you when you’d be gone.

It was desperate, how your bodies moved together. Until you were spent, and he stayed on top of you, forehead resting against yours. He was sweaty, but so were you, and it didn’t matter anymore.

You didn’t move for a really long time, breathing in the same air. Your hands were on his waist, his delicate waist that you had loved to wrap your legs around, for the whole of your relationship. Of your deal or whatever it had been.

“Can we stay here forever?” he breathed against your lips, and you held him tighter.

You wanted to say yes. To say that time could stop for you, then, but there were too many words left unsaid, in the space between you. Words you had wanted to say, would have said had it not been for last night.

Maybe you were a coward, for dodging the conversation with him. But you weren’t sure it was worth it when the end was already written.

“Do you remember the first time we kissed?” you asked.

It wasn’t like there were many times anyway.

“In your tattoo shop?”

“We shouldn’t have kissed again after that.”

Because the kisses… they had meant too much. They had pushed you off the edge, had made you fall into him, into a man that couldn’t be reached, emotionally.

Or maybe you were the one wanting to flee. And you were. You would give anything not to have these feelings inside of you.

“I don’t regret kissing you.” He ran a hand on the side of your jaw. “I’d do it all again, no matter the outcome.”

You held him tighter, closer.

“In fact, I should have kissed you before”, he continued. “Should have kissed you every time I wanted to.”

The pain was becoming numb now. Still suffocating, still burning, but your nerves were at the end of their suffering. At the end of their lives. Because you were dying right there.

Was Soobin going to be waiting for you, on the other side?

“I’m glad you didn’t”, you breathed.

Jungkook didn’t move, didn’t seem to breathe for a time. “Why?”

“Because it’d make it harder.”

“Make what harder?”

You ran a hand on his back, following the pattern of his muscles under the skin. “Stopping this.”

He pulled away then, searching your gaze. “No.”

You smiled at him, sadly. “Jungkook, we both knew it wasn’t going to last.”

“No”, he repeated, and he looked so terrified, eyes filled with dread as his lips spread in a tight line, colors leaving his features.

“I can’t be with you.”

He moved until he was sitting next to you, and you watched him, carefully, as his features turned darker. As he looked like he was nauseous.

You had never seen a heart break like Jungkook’s heart did. As if he had assembled his pieces back the wrong way, and you had smashed the glass unforgivingly.

“Why?”

You chuckled as you sat up, bitterly. “Because it’s Sena. It’s Soobin and it’s Sena and what we did was wrong.”

“But it’s not her”, he insisted. He scanned your features, eyes a little wide. “I just needed the closure.”

Closure you’d never have with Soobin.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying, Y/n, I swear.”

You brushed a tear on your cheek. “Then you should have stayed last night.”

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have gone to Soobin, if you had had the option.”

You froze, in your spot. He couldn’t have said that, right?

“Excuse me?”

“You blame it on Sena, but it’s about Soobin, isn’t it?”

You didn’t know what to say anymore. So, you grabbed your clothes, putting them back on in quick motions, as he watched you. Cautiously, as if realizing he had said the wrong thing.

But he couldn’t take the words back.      

He got dressed too, as you finished folding the sleeping bag. As you paid attention to the sounds outside, and realized that your friends were gone. All that was left was the splattering of the rain on the canvas over the tent.

“Soobin is dead”, you said once the sleeping bag was neatly folded. “Nothing is ever going to change that. I won’t ever get to have closure with him.”

“I’m sorry I said…”

“Don’t fucking be”, you interrupted. “We’re done. Let’s just go home.”

“Y/n, please…”

You avoided the shattering of his heart in his eyes, because you didn’t want him to see you break. Because you were breaking too, and it was ugly. Bloody, as the pieces cut through you.

“Let’s go home.”

“I’m sorry.”

The boy with galaxies in his eyes did look sorry, with the silver lining his gaze. But it didn’t matter anymore.

It didn’t matter anymore.

 *****

                 Seoul felt different in the few weeks after the camping trip. City life spinning around you, leaving you dizzy, as you went to work, then went home. Only to start again the next day, avoiding your friends, avoiding your parents. Tattooing felt different, too, and you often found yourself getting lost in the lines you drew.

You thought of Soobin a lot, in the weeks that followed the camping trip. From the moment Jungkook had dropped you at your place, begging you not to end things one last time. You hadn’t budged from your decision, and he had left, slipping away from your life as if he had never been there.

You had known, when he had said it, that he was right. That it indeed was about Soobin. About the guilt you had for falling in love with someone else, when he was never going to fall in love again. But it had also been about the fact that you had been a rebound, for Jungkook. Someone to use while he was trying to forget Sena.

You were selfish, inherently so, to try to put the blame on him. But it was the only thing keeping you going, and so you did it. Found reasons to hate him more every day, to hate the ways his galaxies had felt like home, to hate the night sky and Jungkook’s gentle touches. To hate the way he had laughed with you, smiled his bunny smile to you. To hate how you had explored his worlds, imagining they were unspoiled, when she had been there before.

One thing you didn’t regret about the whole ordeal was the tattoo on the inside of your arm. The celestial body that you had permanently inked into you. It, and its slightly crooked line, where Jungkook had drawn it on your skin.

It was your favourite tattoo now. Because it wasn’t perfect, and it told a different story. A new one, that reminded you that life hadn’t stopped when Soobin had died.

That there was a whole life outside still, and that you could be a part of it now too.

You were always going to be thankful to Jungkook for that. For reminding you that there was more out there, even if you had refused to let yourself experience it for so long. But it had been red with flags, your relationship with Jungkook. From the very first time. From the moment he had refused to tell you his story.

Maybe you would have understood better, had he told you about Sena. Had he not kept her a secret, even after you had been made aware of her existence. Maybe you would have wanted to listen to him, at the end, if it hadn’t been for that.

But you were at peace with your decision. It would take a little longer before you let anyone in, but getting your heart broken by Jeon Jungkook had woken you up from a deep slumber.

You would let yourself live again, now. Soobin would want it. But it didn’t matter what Soobin wanted. Didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was what you wanted, and you wanted to experience it all. To have the butterflies of the beginning of a relationship again, to fight only to make up, to sleep and wake up with your head on someone’s chest. To listen to the beat of their heart and tell yourself it belonged to you.

You had forgotten how much you had been a hopeless romantic, before Soobin had died. Reconnecting with that part of you felt like a breath of fresh air, like you had been stuck under the ground for years and you were finally walking free, seeing the sun and the sky and feeling the wind again.

But not the night sky. No, the night sky was a ghost in your life, because it never compared to him.

It was strange, that your grief for Soobin had healed like that, after losing Jungkook. That you had stopped missing Soobin, once you had found yourself alone again. But that alone wasn’t lonely like it had been after Soobin and before Jungkook.

It was different. Maybe because you were more accepting of it, falling into that last step of your grief. You were never going to stop loving Soobin, but Jungkook had taught you that you had enough love in you for two.

There would be other people that would matter to you like that. It felt relieving, to realize that now. The weight of the universe wasn’t on your shoulders anymore, even if it weighed on your heart, at night.

But nights never lasted, and the sun always rose the next day. For now, it was all you could hold onto, as you tried to forget the boy with galaxies in his eyes.

The door to your tattoo shop dinged, and in walked Aera. She was dressed in black leather pants with combat boots, along with a red shirt that complimented her skin tone well.

It was your first time seeing her after the fall, and you only realized then how much you had missed her.

“Hey loser”, she greeted you.

You were sitting in the tattoo chair, staring at nothing in particular. Your last client had left an hour ago, and you had decided to stick around. In the hope that drunk people would come in, like Jungkook and his friends had, that night months ago.

“Hey.”

She moved closer, until she could sit next to you. “Where have you been?”

You ignored her eyes on the side of your face. “Here and there.”

She nodded, and there was a long silence between you. She was playing with something, her hands fiddling with a small gray rectangle.

“How are you?”

The question hung in the air between you.

“Better than I thought I would be”, you admitted. “How are you?”

Aera pursed her lips. “I’m doing great.”

You almost asked how Jungkook was, then. Because you knew Aera would know, now that she dated one of Jungkook’s closest friends. But the peace inhabiting you was still unsteady, and mentioning him would be too treacherous.

“Do you want to tattoo me?” she asked, all of a sudden.

Your eyes widened, and you looked at her. “What?”

“Anything you want. Just put it somewhere hidden.”

Something was wrong with the universe, if Aera wanted a tattoo.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked.

She shrugged. “I miss my best friend.”

You pursed your lips, as an unexpected lump formed in your throat. “Aera…”

She met your gaze. “I know he hurt you, babe, but you don’t have to ghost all of us.”

You clenched your jaw, eyes falling to the floor. To the spot where you had been body painting on your thigh weeks ago. You remembered the dagger made of stars and galaxies and regretted not having taken a picture of it.  

It was in that same spot that you had made your deal with Jungkook. Oh how you wished you could take it back.

“I’m just focusing on work for a while”, you said. You didn’t sound convincing at all, but it was still the truth. You hadn’t been ghosting anyone on purpose.

“Well, good thing I’m here to get a tattoo.”

“Is that why you brought a USB stick?”

Her eyes fell to the rectangle in her hands. “Oh, that?” She shook her head. “No, that’s something I need your opinion of, but I’ll show you after the tattoo.”

The corners of your lips tugged upwards. It was a smirk, a hint of mischief moving in your gaze. “Do you want a butterfly?”

“I’m not letting you tattoo me like Park Jae-eon”, she said, laughing lightly. “But what about a snake like yours?”

That made you think about another snake tattoo, that you had traced with your fingers so many times you knew its pattern by heart now. But you pushed the feeling aside: you wouldn’t lose the opportunity to win a bet against Aera.

And she made you laugh, as you tattooed her, as she whined that it hurt. As she told you she wasn’t sadistic enough to get another tattoo, but that she was happy to be spending time with you. And you laughed when you refused her payment, telling her that it was a gift. A matching tattoo, like the matching ring you had.

The one you hadn’t taken off since she had given it to you on that camping trip. A camping trip that held so many good memories, along with the bad ones.

The tattoo you inked on Aera was pretty. A little smaller than yours. A fine line tattoo, that formed a s on her hip, right where yours was too. She looked at it in awe for a long time, after the conversation had died down.

“I can’t believe I let you tattoo me on an impulse thought”, she said before letting out a laugh sounding like disbelief. “My parents are going to kill you.”

“Just remind them that you’re going to be a surgeon and they’ll let you off the hook.”

She winked at you. “Very good point.”

You laughed before putting your head on her shoulder. “I’m glad you came here. I was getting bored.”

“You should have texted me”, she said, a little reproachfully. “I tried to give you space because I know how you are… but it’s hard when you even push me away.”

Your heart ached in your chest, just a little. “I promise I wasn’t pushing you away. It’s just…” you trailed off, shrugging your shoulders.

“I know you probably don’t want to hear it but…”

“Then don’t say it”, you interjected before she had time to finish her sentence. “Don’t tell me.”

“Y/n…” She sent you a reproachful look, the same kind of look your mother used to give you when she was disappointed with your grades in school.

You held her gaze, before cowardly looking away. “What is it?”

“What do you think happened that night?”

You knew what she was referring to without needing for her to tell you.

You shrugged, hands fiddling in your lap. “Nothing, probably. I don’t think they slept together.”

“He’s been a mess.”

It broke your heart, and your hands tightened in fists. “That’s his problem. It was my birthday, and he went and did that.”

“I know, it was a dick move. But it’s hard to ignore the fact that he’s hurt too.”

“Whose side are you on?” you asked defensively, sliding away from Aera.

You met her eyes again, folding your arms on your chest.

“I’m not on anyone’s side” she admitted. “I think you both are hurt, and if I didn’t know Jungkook I’d tell you to never talk to him again. I… I’m actually telling you to never talk to him again, because he was a dick. But at the same time…” she paused, collecting her thoughts. “At the same time I’m telling you you might want to give this a listen.”

You cocked an eyebrow in your confusion, until your eyes fell to the USB stick she was holding up in the air between you two.

“What is that?”

“I stole it from Eunwoo”, she admitted. “Jungkook wrote a song about you.”

Your heart stopped in your chest, until it started again on a painful beat.

“What the fuck?”

She nodded, slowly. “I thought so too, but then I actually listened to it. I think you’ll either love it or hate it, but you deserve to hear it.”

“He’s not going to release it?”

She shook her head. “Eunwoo said Jungkook writes songs as therapy. So, I guess he cared a lot about you and he just needed to let the feelings out.”

You still didn’t take the USB stick. “Is the song good?”

“Give it a listen and tell me yourself.”

You were pretty sure you didn’t want to do that, but you still grabbed the stick.

It took you days to find the courage to listen. Days that you spent hanging out with Aera, outside of work, telling her you hadn’t listened yet. Telling her you weren’t sure you would. She didn’t push, knowing that it was a decision you had to make yourself.

No matter that she knew the contents of the song.

The last days of August came, summer inching closer to its ending. It was still hot outside, humid, like summer didn’t want to let go of the world yet, with its storms and rains and anticyclones. Seoul felt heavy, yet as September approached, you found yourself missing Jungkook.

You couldn’t help but remember that his birthday was on the first of September. That just a few weeks ago, you had spent your own birthday in his company – and absence. And maybe that was why you found yourself plugging the USB stick into your laptop, late on August 31st. Just a few minutes before it’d give way to September, and to Jungkook’s birthday.

There was a single audio file on the USB stick. Titled The Stars in her Eyes. The name of it struck you, and filled your gaze with tears.

Had he seen stars in your eyes, the way you had seen galaxies in his?

Your hand was shaking, when you double-clicked on the file, waiting for it to open. And when it did, the first piano chords filling the air of your room had you pausing, heart beating out of your chest.

It couldn’t be real. Jungkook couldn’t have written a song about you. About the stupid business deal you had made, that had just led to you breaking his heart, and yours at the same time. To him breaking your heart too, because you had both been emotionally unavailable.

You grabbed your Bluetooth earbuds, hands trembling even more as you put them in your ears, before making sure they were connected to your computer. And before you pressed play again, your eyes moved to his shirt you still had. The one he had lent you that Friday night, before the whole shitshow. He hadn’t asked for it back, and you had selfishly stuffed it in your duffel bag, before you had left the camping.

You hadn’t put it back on since then. Had only needed a reminder that Jungkook had been real, other than that crooked line in your Saturn tattoo. It felt fitting to put it on now, when you were getting ready to listen to what Jungkook had composed about you.

You got up from your bed, moving to the chair where the shirt was, before grabbing it. You caressed the fabric for a time, missing the moment when it had been on Jungkook, and your eyes filled with tears.

You missed the boy with galaxies in his eyes more than you had wanted to let yourself believe. You put the shirt on, body craving the warmth of Jungkook’s arms instead, but this would have to do.

Only then did you walk back to your bed, lying down on it before pressing play on the computer.

Piano chords filled your ears, a beautiful and sad melody that had your heart squeezing in your chest. That had your breathing itching in your throat, as you waited for Jungkook’s voice to meet your ears.

You had never realized how pretty his voice was. Well, you knew it was. But there was something a whole lot prettier about it, when he was singing about you.

 Can I ask you a favor?

You knew her, well before I did

Were her eyes always filled with stars

When she was with you back then?

 You pressed pause. Because your heart had stopped, and you wished you could die. Die instead of hearing Jungkook’s voice singing what he was singing.

He was talking to Soobin. You started crying then, hitting play and letting the rest of the song unfold.

 Do you know she still seeks for you?

She looks up at the sky

And I think she’s looking for you

Did you love the stars in her eyes too?

 Falling in love isn’t so easy

When you fall for someone

Someone whose heart belongs to another

Do you still love the stars in her eyes?

 Mistakes and closure

They don’t mesh well together

I thought I wanted one thing

But I sought the wrong one

Ended up losing the stars in her eyes

Can’t really look at the night sky anymore

 Falling in love isn’t so easy

I fell for someone who belongs to you

Her heart is a never-ending maze

Of night skies and the stars in her eyes

 There was a long instrumental part after that that had you sobbing as Jungkook’s voice echoed in your mind. You imagined him talking to Soobin then. The two men you had ever loved, standing face to face.

Heartbreak had never felt so real.

The music receded, yet there still was almost a minute left to the song. You sucked in a breath, holding in your sobs as Jungkook’s voice came back.

 Can I ask you a favor?

Can you let me take care of her?

I promise I’ll hold her through the darkness

Let me protect the stars in her eyes

For you

 You listened to the song many times. Until you thought you knew it by heart, until you could see Jungkook asking Soobin. Until you could imagine Soobin replying. Though you couldn’t hear what Soobin would say. No, all you could hear was the blood rushing to your ears.

You didn’t know if you liked the song. It felt wrong to hear Jungkook say all of that. The words had never been yours to hear. Had been his to put away, until your story was but lyrics on a page, lyrics in the mic of his studio.

Yet you found yourself growing angry. Embarrassed, somewhat, that he had written all of that. That he knew about your deepest trauma, and that he had made it into a song. You didn’t need him to take care of you. You thought it was paternalistic that Jungkook was asking Soobin to let him take care of you. As if it was Soobin’s decision, and not your own.

Your feet carried you out before you knew where you were going. In a blinding fit of rage, or hurt. You weren’t quite sure. All you knew was that the song kept playing in your mind, the lyrics overlapping until their echo made you crazy, until all you wanted to do was to scream in Jungkook’s face that he had been wrong.

Wrong to seek closure with his ex when you had finally decided to open up your heart to him. Wrong for using the small time you had had together to be with her, to talk to her and do whatever else that they had done.

Probably nothing, because Jeon Jungkook was not a liar. And still, he had been with her for hours, between midnight and dawn. While you had partied the night away with his friends, with your friends, trying not to think about him.

Trying to ignore the fact that he had chosen to be with her, on the day of your birthday.

You hated him for deciding to write a song about Soobin. As if he deserved to speak to Soobin, after everything that you had done together.

You were in front of Jungkook’s door before you even realized it. Well past midnight, yet a long time before dawn. You felt stupid, standing there. Not having knocked yet, because what if he wasn’t home? What if he was out and about, on this night before his birthday? Worse, what if he had some company over, someone that he was using like he had been using you once?

You didn’t care. You needed to tell him he was wrong, for writing that song. For thinking Soobin would grant him a favor, or whatever the fuck it was that Jungkook wanted.

You knocked. A little too hard, and the sound was loud in the silence of the night. Loud with echoes, though you were pretty sure the echoes were only in your head, made to haunt and taunt you as the door didn’t open.

You stayed there for a really long time. Knocking a few times, hoping to wake him up. Because God knew how much of a heavy sleeper Jungkook was.

You cursed yourself, for choosing to come in the middle of the night. For letting your impulsivity get the best of you. You turned around, and were about to walk away when you noticed the figure standing there, and you let out a screech as you startled.

“What are you doing here?” Jungkook asked, hands lost in his pockets, top of his face hidden under a black bucket hat.

“You scared the shit out of me”, you said as you put your hand on your chest to calm the wild beats of your heart. “What are you doing out in the middle of the night?”

He tilted his head to the side, a frown moving on his features. “What are you doing out in the middle of the night?”

You gulped. Looked down at the floor as you realized how stupid this was. Who cared about a dumb song? Especially one that you hadn’t been meant to hear anyway.

Why had Aera thought it was a good idea to get you to listen to it?

“Happy birthday”, you said. Sheepishly, your eyes finding they were cowards, so much so that they couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t find the galaxies in his gaze.

Would he see stars in your eyes, if you looked at him then?

Jungkook didn’t reply for a while, watching you carefully. As if he didn’t quite believe that you were standing right there in front of him.

“I just came back from the studio”, he said. “Did a Vlive for my birthday.”

You nodded, slowly. “I’m sure… your fans were happy to see you.”

He nodded, and silence fell around you again. “Do you want to come in?” he asked, after that silence had stretched into an eternity.

Maybe he had sensed that you had more to say. That you had a whole storm inside of your head and heart, and that it was threatening to overcome your senses and your rationality. That it was threatening to explode right here in the middle of the hallway.

“Yeah”, you said. “Sure.”

It was weird, being in Jungkook’s apartment in that context. You had always been there to sleep with him before, not to have a heart-to-heart.

Not to tell him he was a dick for using your story like that.

“What are you really here for?” he asked as he moved in.

You followed him, watching him as he threw his keys on the kitchen counter. Inhaling the smell of his essential oil diffusers, eyes diverging to the mattress in one corner of the room, next to a gaming setup.

“I heard the song”, you said.

He froze, with his back half-turned to you. With his hand halfway to the handle of his fridge. He froze like a statue, and for a moment you wondered if you were Medusa and had turned him to rock.

“Who the fuck showed you the song?” he asked. Growled, with a low angry voice that had your blood still in your veins for a time.

“It doesn’t matter”, you said. You folded your arms on your chest. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“You weren’t supposed to hear the song.”

He turned towards you, and you balked at the burning rage in his eyes.

“Then why did you write it?” You paused, cocking an eyebrow. “Why did you take the time to record it, and add music to it?”

His tongue pushed on the inside of his cheek, and he let out a bitter chuckle. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“You used my story to write a fucking song, I think you have plenty of explanations to give.”

He turned back around, throwing the fridge door open so hard it had glass bottles clinking inside of it. He grabbed water, before slamming the door shut.

“I wanted to talk to you twice before and you refused.” He opened the water bottle, took a long swig of it, eyes never leaving yours. “I don’t owe you any explanations whatsoever.”

“Everything always has to go your way, huh? You can’t accept that the world doesn’t revolve around you.”

His eyes widened, and he put the water bottle down, hard enough for the liquid to spill out of it.

“Excuse me?”

“You decided to start to fuck me because you were lonely or something, and you didn’t give a shit what I wanted. And then you disappear like that, on the night of my birthday?”

He scoffed, shaking his head slowly. “You were not my girlfriend. I owed nothing to you.” He paused, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Besides, nothing happened with Sena. She needed to talk about some stuff, and so did I. Nothing more.”

“You’re aware that it’s hard to believe you?”

He took a step towards you, then seemed to reconsider, and he leaned against the counter. “I don’t fucking care what you believe, it still is the truth.”

An angry Jeon Jungkook was an ugly sight to see. With a vein bulging on his forehead, a red flush to his neck and cheeks, and a harsh look on his face.

“Okay then, so what if it is? It was my birthday, Jeon. It sucked that you left like that.”

He shrugged, taking a deep breath. As if he was trying to calm down, not wanting to fight with you anyway. “I’m aware that it did. It’s not like I can change it anyway.”

He was right. No amount of fighting would ever change the past.

“Are you done now?” he asked.

Your eyes widened, and you let out a bitter chuckle. “Done? That still doesn’t justify the song.”

“Who cares about the song, I won’t ever release it.” He looked away from you, clenching his jaw. “I wrote it the day we came back. And you should know by now that I don’t do things halfway, so I recorded it and all.”

“You can’t use other people’s stories like that”, you said.

With a smaller voice, because you wished you had never come. Wished you had let Jeon Jungkook and his galaxies slip from your life without embarrassing yourself like you were right now.

“Got it, won’t do it again”, he said. There was a long silence, and then he scoffed again, shaking his head. “Thing is, it became my story too.”

“Are you so selfish you can’t accept that not everything is about you?”

It was cruel, the way you said the words. The way you used them to stab into his heart, the heart you had already hurt once. The heart he had hurt himself, too.

He had tears in his eyes when he met your gaze then. “It became my story too the day I fell in love with you.”

You widened your gaze and let out a small laugh. A nervous laugh, that felt completely out of place in the heated argument.

“You don’t get to tell me you fell in love with me”, you snapped. “You don’t get to pretend you cared about me when you ran back to her like a good little dog.”

“We”, he said. “Just. Talked. Nothing fucking happened. Maybe if I didn’t care about you something would have. I haven’t fucked another girl ever since I saw you that first night. How can you be so oblivious?”

Because you didn’t want him to love you. Didn’t want to face the fact that he had fallen too. That you both had fallen, and yet had chosen to fall apart.

Well, you had chosen to fall apart. He had begged you, that day. Not to go and leave him. But you still had.

“Don’t love me, Jungkook, it’s not worth it.”

He held your gaze. Jaw still clenched, eyes still far colder than they had ever been. “I think you know more than anyone that you can’t control your feelings. You don’t get to decide when you fall in love with someone.”

“But you can’t love me, Jungkook! You wanted to fuck me, and that was it.”

“Until it wasn’t anymore.” His eyes fell shut, and a tear rolled down his cheek. “You were there that Friday night. You knew what it felt like.”

“It felt like you were going to break my heart.”

He took a few steps towards you, with a dark look taking over his features. As if he wanted to shake some sense into you.

“You’re the one that decided to end things”, he spat in your face. “You’re the one that didn’t even want to listen to me when I was ready.”

“You were ready only because you were emotional about your ex.”

“Stop always bringing Sena up.” He took off his bucket hat, throwing it towards the pile of laundry on the kitchen table. He then ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “You were emotional about Soobin too. Did it stop you from kissing me like you did?”

It didn’t. He was right. It hadn’t stopped you at all. It had opened your heart for him more than anything else could have.

“I waited for you, Jungkook. I waited for you all night.” You bit into your lip as a sob threatened to move to the surface. His eyes dipped to your lips, and he dried the tears that had moved on his cheeks.

“I apologized many times already.”

“Did you mean it?”

He didn’t say anything for a long time. As if you doubting him hurt too much, for him to want to reassure you that he had indeed meant it. As if he was done, tired and exhausted, and just wanted you to leave.

“You know I meant it. I mean every word I say.”

You nodded, slowly, as all the fight went out of you. As all you wanted was to leave and put as much distance as you could between him and you.

“Alright.” You sighed, shutting your eyes for a moment before looking at him again. “I guess I’ll go then.”

“You’re just going to leave like that again? What do you fucking want me to do?” He took a step closer, and he was now towering over you. “What do I need to fucking do to make you stay?”

You tilted your head back, so you could look him in the eye. And your heart stopped in your chest, right before you grabbed his cheeks, and pulled him down in a kiss.

He crashed his lips against yours, and he tasted salty, from his tears. You imagined you tasted salty too, though you didn’t really remember if you had cried. His lips moved against yours, harshly, hungrily, and he pushed you back until he had lodged you between his hard body and the wall. He grabbed your hands from his cheeks, pulling them over your head as you kissed, tongues meeting halfway.

You sucked on his tongue and he moaned, a low sound that erased every thought in your head. He held your hands up with one hand, bringing the tattooed one down until he was holding the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” he asked, cautiously.

As if afraid you’d slip away again, after the deed was done.

“Kiss me, if you want to make me stay. Make me forget my name.”

He obeyed, bringing his lips to yours again. Surprisingly, this kiss was slower, sweeter, as if he didn’t want to scare you away. It was more like him, that gentleness, and it made you melt into his touch.

“I’ll kiss you all night, then”, he breathed against your lips.

You nodded, just a little, and then the passion resumed, with him sucking on your bottom lip as he ran his hand down your frame, settling it on your hip. You clenched and unclenched your fingers a few times, itching to be touching him too, but his other hand still held them firmly above your head.

Your tongues swirled together, as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head to the side. He breathed out shakily, warm breath tickling your face, and he finally let go of your wrists. Your hands immediately fell to his hair, and you tangled them in his curls, pulling at the strands just a little. Just how you knew he liked it.

Jungkook grabbed your face with his two hands for a time as you kept on kissing, barely even stopping long enough for you to breathe. Air seemed optional, in the passion between you two, passion raised by weeks spent apart, by weeks thinking you had lost the other.

And the conversation wasn’t over, the fight wasn’t resolved, but you needed to feel him first, before you were ready to finish the heart-to-heart.

Jungkook pulled you up in his embrace, wrapping your legs around his delicate waist, before pushing you back against the wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Getting lost in him again.

Finally coming home.

He sucked on your bottom lip again and you moaned in the kiss. It made him chuckle, and he pulled away to rest his forehead against yours.

“What else do you want me to do?” he asked.

It left you confused for a time, until you remembered the question he had uttered, right before you had pulled him into a kiss.

“Fuck me like you fucked me that Friday night.”

“You know I wasn’t fucking you.”

Needing to hear him say it, you whispered, “What was it, then?”

He pecked your lips once. “I made love to you.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Did you?”

He nodded, pecking your mouth once again.

“And I’ll do it again tonight”, he added. “And tomorrow, and every day after that.”

You ran your fingers through his hair again. “You won’t ever let me leave, mmh?”

It was said teasingly, but his reply wasn’t. His reply was serious, more serious than you had ever heard him be. “No. I won’t.”

It filled you with warmth, and you pulled him into another kiss. He smiled against you, and your heart swelled in your chest.

Gone was the anger. All you could feel was the feelings you had been trying to silence. They were loud as bombs today, and you weren’t going to silence them anymore. Wouldn’t be able to.

Jungkook put his hands on your ass, to hold you up, as he pulled away from the kiss. He took a few hesitant steps towards the corner of the room, the one with the mattress, and a moment later he was lowering your body to the floor, resting you on the soft cushions.

He pulled away for a moment, as he kneeled between your legs. He sat back on his heels, drinking in the sight of you. Running a loving hand up your arm, until he found the Saturn tattoo. He traced it with a gentle finger, smiling as his eyes scanned it.

“What’s your favourite tattoo?” he asked.

He had asked that question to you once. Yet the answer had changed. You still loved the dagger and the rose, but there was something in the Saturn tattoo, something that felt just right.

“That one”, you said, looking down at the planet he was tracing.

He bent down, until his lips brushed the skin where the ink decorated your arm. “It’s my favourite too.”

“Why?” you found yourself asking.

He shrugged, lips moving to your neck. You sucked in a breath as he pressed wet kisses up the column of your throat, before moving to the spot below your ear. “Because I helped to put it on your skin. Makes me feel important.”

“You are important, Jeon Jungkook.”

His lips brushed your earlobe as he spoke. “I am important when I’m with you.”

It was cheesy, the way he said it, yet you only pulled him closer.

Jungkook grinded into you, as he kissed your jaw, and then moved back to your mouth. He kissed you for a moment, before making you sit up so he could take off your shirt – his shirt – and the t-shirt under it. You weren’t wearing a bra, and he moved down to your breast, sucking on your nipples, worshipping every inch of your skin until you were tingling with sensitivity.

He only then went even more south, pulling your pants down your legs until you were just in your panties, under his careful eyes. Panties that you were already soaking up, as heat pooled between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful”, he breathed. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

You didn’t know if you were ready to say you were his, yet the words made heat blossom on your cheeks. “Jungkook…”

He took off his shirt, and your eyes moved to his tattoos. To the ink that covered all of his right arm, beautiful art that felt like home too, even if it wasn’t your art.

But it wasn’t the arm that you noticed the most that night. It was his eyes. They seemed like they were shining with new lights, with new stars and galaxies, as if the nebulas had given birth to new worlds. Worlds that were meant just for you, as he made love to you slowly, gaze never leaving yours. Worlds that you explored gladly, while he explored the stars in your own eyes.

Jungkook had the prettiest eyes you had ever seen. And you never wanted to look away. Wanted to fly in the outer space of his gaze.

He made love to you for a long time. Far longer than he had that Friday night, as if he had more love to give. And maybe he did. Maybe the fear of losing you had made him love you all the more, like it had for you. Because the way you felt for him now… it was different. Stronger, more sure, as if the truth of the universe was finally yours to know.

And when you were done, after that first time, you moved to his room. Took a long shower, with him washing you and you washing him. It was intimate, homey, and made you want to stay forever under the warm water with him.

It was only when you were in his bed, head on his shoulder, that you spoke again.

“If we really do this”, you breathed, as you traced circles on his chest. “If we really try being together, there can’t be any more secrets between us.”

“Never. You’ll be the first I’ll tell everything to”, he promised, kissing the top of your head.

“Tell me about Sena, then.”

You didn’t stop drawing circles, and it took him a moment before he spoke.

“We dated from when I was sixteen to the middle of last year”, he admitted. “I met her in high school.” That much you knew. “We broke up because we didn’t want the same thing anymore.” He paused, before taking a deep breath. “She actually… she broke up with me for someone else. Someone that was more present for her, and that could give her what she wanted.”

“I’m sorry”, you breathed.

“It’s fine”, he reassured you. “It really hurt at first, but then I realized that I had stopped loving her for a long time. And...” He swallowed, and you could almost hear him gulp. “And it’s not like she cheated. She ended things with me long before they started dating. He was just a friend we had in common.”

You could imagine that Jungkook and the guy weren’t friends anymore.

“They got engaged, though”, he admitted. “They’ve been moving really quickly, and it’s made me realize that she had been wanting that for a long time.”

You didn’t say anything, just focusing on the circles you were drawing on his skin.

“Getting married, I mean”, he specified. “I never had plans to get married someday, or to have children.”

Neither had you. You were more of a live-in-the-moment person, and you had stopped thinking about the future, when your future had been taken from you all those years ago. But tonight wasn’t about Soobin, so you didn’t let him invade your thoughts. Wouldn’t let him invade your thoughts like he used to once more.

“Is that something that you want?” he asked, taking you by surprise. “Getting married?”

You thought about the answer for a while. “Not particularly”, you eventually said. “I’m not opposed to the idea, but I don’t see myself getting married or having children anytime soon. It’s not really something I feel like I need to have to feel complete.”

He kissed your head again, letting out a small happy laugh that had a large smile move on your lips. “Then we are good.”

It was your turn to laugh. “What would you have said if I said I wanted it?”

“I’d have said that I’ll give you everything you want”, he said, not even hesitating a little.

You swallowed the unexpected lump that formed in your throat. “You’d marry me?”

You felt him nod more than you saw him.

“I’d marry you and put babies into your belly until you burst, if that’s what you wanted.” He held you tighter for a time. “I’ve never felt for anyone the way I feel for you.”

You couldn’t really say the same. Because your feelings for Soobin hadn’t had the chance to evolve more than what they had been at first. You couldn’t know if they would have lingered, or turned into something else, something less. Attachment, maybe, because you had been together for a while, but not love anymore. You couldn’t know what would have happened.

All you knew was that you were fully at peace with the past, now.

“Way to make me feel important”, you chose to say.

He chuckled. “You are the most important girl in the world.” He put his hand above yours, where you were drawing circles on his skin. “But, not going to lie, that tickles.”

You giggled, before pushing yourself up. Just enough to look him in the eyes. To fall into his galaxies, something you knew you would want to do for the rest of your life. Because the love you had for him, it wasn’t something you could walk away from.

And maybe that was what it had been, at the very beginning. The attraction you had both had for the other… maybe it hadn’t been physical after all. Maybe it had been far stronger, made of the same thing that connects atoms together. Because your souls… maybe your souls had always been meant to be together.

Yet, a little bit of insecurity moved through you. He must have seen it, because he brushed your hair over your shoulder, before cupping your cheek lovingly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I know you already said it many times”, you replied. Falling silent for a time. “But what really happened with Sena that night?”

His thumb started brushing your cheek, as his eyes lost their focus on you while he replayed the memories in his mind. “She wanted to apologize for being with Hyunoh. Uh, Hyunoh is the friend we had in common.” He wet his lips. “But yeah, she wanted to apologize. To make sure I was fine now. And we talked about the past a lot, about where we went wrong. And then she asked me who you were. You, Aera and Minchae. I told her about you and told her I was afraid to fall in love.”

There was silver lining his gaze again.

“She said that I deserved to let you in like that. That my eyes shone when I spoke of you and that it showed I was already in love. Then she called me an idiot for not spending the evening with you, on your birthday. Said we could have met somewhere to grab a coffee and talk instead of doing it there.”

Sena wasn’t at all the bitch you had thought she was. Just an ex-lover that had cared about Jungkook deeply. Enough to want him to love again, to know he deserved to be loved again.

Because Jeon Jungkook deserved all the love in the world.

“We also spoke of our families”, he continued. “Her dad was sick when we broke up. He’s currently in remission from cancer. And uh…” Jungkook trailed off, as if he tried to remember. “I think it was mostly all that. And then she shooed me away and told me that I needed to tell you how I feel.”

He paused, meeting your gaze again.

“That’s what I wanted to tell you, when I came back. But then I saw Jimin-ie and I realized just how bad I fucked up.”

You smiled, softly, before brushing the tears out of his eyes. “It’s okay now”, you breathed.

He smiled too, breathing in shakily. “I’m so lucky it is.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you, you know”, you added. “I should have listened to you. But I was hurt.”

“I know”, he reassured you. “It’s okay now.”

The echo of your words brought another smile to your lips.

You gazed at each other for a time, until you put your head back on his chest.

“Is there something else you’d like to know?” he enquired, after having pressed a small kiss on the top of your head.

You thought about it for a moment, and your mind headed straight to that second night you had met. To the moment you had realized he had covered-up tattoos. And even though you already knew, sort of, you found yourself asking, “Did you get cover-up tattoos to hide some that made you think of her?”

“Yes”, he replied after a few beats of silence. “I covered up the tattoos I got because she said they were pretty, or her favourite. My favourite was the eye.”

He showed you where the Bulletproof was on his arm now.

“We had drawn it together, and then brought it to a tattoo artist. She chickened out before getting it too, but yeah… that’s the only one I regret covering up.”

You could imagine how bitter and sad he had to be when he had decided to cover up the tattoos. It made you think of the tattoo on your ribs, the one Soobin had inked into your skin.

“You know my rose and dagger tattoo?” you let out in the silence that followed Jungkook’s statement.

“Yeah?”

“Soobin tattooed it on me. I couldn’t look at it for almost a year after.”

Jungkook’s arm tightened around you. “And yet you didn’t get it covered up?”

You shook your head no. “I wanted to keep a piece of him.”

“I can understand. Maybe I should have kept the eye”, he said. “She was sad, when she saw I didn’t have it anymore.”

“And how did it make you feel that she was sad?”

He remained silent for so long you almost thought he hadn’t heard the question. “It was satisfying, sort of. I’m a bad person, aren’t I?”

You chuckled. “You are not. You are human is what you are. I love that about you.”

“Oh, so you love some stuff about me”, he teased, and it made you giggle lightly.

“Shut up.”

He chuckled, before pressing yet another kiss on the top of your head.

“To be fair, I love a lot of things about you”, he admitted. “Your eyes, for example.”

The stars in her eyes.

The lyrics of his song replayed in your mind, and you sniffled a little, as tears moved in your gaze once more.

“You want to know something funny?” you said through the emotions. It made your voice shake a little and Jungkook pulled away, until you were lying on the pillow instead of his chest and he could get a good look at your face.

“Why are you crying?”

“Do you know you have galaxies in your eyes?” you asked. “That’s the first thing I noticed about you.”

“You… what?”

“Your eyes always shine like you have galaxies in them”, you tried to explain, and a tear rolled on your cheek.

He dried it gently. “And you have stars in yours.”

You smiled warmly. “I can’t believe you say that. Like…” You chuckled then, and it brought a lovesick smile to his own lips. “We are so cheesy.”

He kissed your forehead. “I can do cheesy.”

So could you.

Another silence, as Jungkook lay back next to you, facing you, arm wrapping around your waist while you rested your hand flat on his chest. You gazed at his eyes. They were yours now. Yours to keep and protect from the atrocities of the world. It made you think of his song again, and perhaps there was another thing you needed to tell him, before you let yourself fall asleep.

“Soobin would be happy, that you are in my life”, you breathed. “I think he’s the one that sent you to me.” It made Jungkook cry, and you dried his tears gently, like he had dried yours just a moment ago. “And also”, you added before you could stop yourself. “When I look up at the night sky, I think of you. Not of him.”

“Do you?”

You nodded. “Your eyes are made of the night sky, what else could I think of?”

“Stop it”, he said, chuckling lightly, as his tears receded.

“I’m serious.”

He pressed another kiss to your forehead, and a slight blush moved to your cheeks.

“I love when you do that”, you admitted.

“I know.” He did it again, before pulling away. “That’s why I’ll do it every day until we’re old and gray and you don’t like me anymore.”

“You think I like you?” you teased, rolling your eyes.

He pinched your side, and you yelped.

“Shut up, loser”, he said, and you shared a laugh, until you fell into silence.

“I do”, you said after a time. “In case you were wondering.”

“You what?”

“I do like you”, you specified. “At times I even think I’m falling in love with you.”

He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Phew. Otherwise it would have been embarrassing.”

“What would have been?”

He smiled, fondly, eyes crinkling at the corners. Eyes filled with even more galaxies and worlds and warmth, every one of them yours.

“Telling you I love you.”

“I love you too”, you immediately said. “I… I love you too, Jungkook.”

He gently brushed your cheek. “I know.” He smiled, with that warm smile of his that had his galaxies dancing in his eyes. “And before I let you go to sleep, there’s one more thing I need to tell you.”

You smiled, nodding your head.

“I promise I won’t do anything that might make you uncomfortable again. I was scared when I started falling for you, and then Sena reappeared and it messed up with my head. I won’t ever do that again.” He fell silent for a time, but your heart didn’t fill with dread. No, there was no place for dread when each beat echoed with love. “You’re the one I want to go to when I feel troubled. From now on and for the rest of my life.”

The warmth in your chest blossomed into a whole new universe. “I promise I’ll always listen, when you need to talk. Even if I’m tired, or if I’m angry at you. If you need to talk, I’ll be there for you. Always. I want to be with you the right way.”

Happy tears filled his gaze. “Me too, Y/n. Me too.”

Your eyes fluttered closed, as he pressed the lightest kiss on your lips. And then on your two cheeks, before landing the gentlest one on your forehead. He lingered there, for a long time, and your heart felt complete. Felt like you owned your own little universe, and maybe you did. Maybe you did and it was all in Jungkook’s gaze, in his worlds and galaxies and nebulas.

He pressed another gentle kiss on your forehead, before resting his head back on the pillow. You kept your eyes closed, smiling softly, as he started to draw lines with his thumb on the side of your face, with that gentle touch of his.

Such a gentle touch, for the boy with galaxies in his eyes.

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From my place between worlds, I see her. For the first time in years, she is smiling, a smile that lights up the stars in her eyes. So when you ask for a favor, all I have to say is yes. Yes, love her, like I would have loved her if life had been different. Love her until the sun no longer shines, and until the ocean goes dry. And know that finally, finally I can go in peace, knowing that you are there by her side.

I will always love her, but it is your turn now.

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hit;record (m) | myg/ksj

title: hit;record pairing: fratboy!yoongi x fuckgirl!reader(f) x jock!seokjin rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; fwb/f2l? , university au summary: you’ve been losing every single bet your friends have thrown at you. tired of striking the hell out, you’re determined to win the biggest one that everyone has a stake in. what you don’t quite expect, though, is that there’s more than one person willing to help you. warnings: cursing, alcohol, house party, recording, penetrati*n, cocky yoongi, cocky jin, spanking, head/hair pulling, oral(m/f rec), 3s*me, cowgirl, all chains stay on but are we rly shocked atp, jock jin<33, sp*troasting, c*m play, tears, sl*t/wh*re mentions, jealousy??, reader is a bad b*itch, unprotected sex (y’all omfg don’t do anything these mfs do pls), double penetrati*n, denied org*sm, creampie, breast play, pain, multiple org*sms, manhandling, choking, hitting it from the back (two different waays), yoongi is blond😀, jin has muscles😀😀, spitting, spanking, dirty talk, light face/c*nt slapping, finger*ng, the ending lmfaoo i think that’s it? oh, yes, there's a tie. notes: i… just. i dunno what happened🥴 guess i just save my filthiest work for the yoonjin babes<33 have fun and don’t perceive me when you reach the other side. note 2: if you are involved in recording anything nsfw, please please be aware of how it can spread - purposefully or accidentally. everyone involved needs to consent 100% before anything ever gets recorded or photographed. that being said, all parties in this fic fully consent to recording and/or sharing of the videos. ok onwards! have fun :)))  release date: september 6th, 2022, 9:07pm est mood: playlist here word count: 13.1k 

Why the hell did you agree to this?

Spanning across your vision, the house party is already in full, bass-thumping, technicolor swing. 

And even though you arrive with friends, everyone splits right after stepping inside—conquests on the lust-hazed horizon. 

“Good luck, bitches!”

“Remember the rules!”

“Y’all better not take my man.”

Usually enthusiastic, you feel less into the hunt this time. And it’s because you may have caught feelings. 

That’s not right. 

More accurately, you may have started feeling a little more for someone that you had been entertaining for a few months now. 

Kim Seokjin: popular jock on campus, and your favorite stamina-hoarding athlete.

After thinking he was just a godly man stare at and not someone into casual flings, you were proven very, disgustingly, beautifully wrong by the way he was ramming you into scratchy coats during New Years. 

The short fling followed by his quick exit still had you feeling dizzy about it weeks later, and the culmination of your thoughts resulted in multiple quickies in places like the bathroom you’re currently passing. 

It wasn’t the speedy getaways that got to you—in fact, you preferred things that way—but the way he acted. The words he said, the touches that burned your skin, the way he—

No! You spent all that time back home getting dolled up and ready to scout this party for a very specific bet that your friends and you made with each other. 

Which, first off, you cannot believe you all agreed to. 

But the bet was simple: record yourself. 

Record yourself doing something dirty and everyone had to vote on which ones passed and which ones weren’t daring enough. 

Horrible? Immensely. But you’re all stupid and single and horny as fuck, so there wasn’t much logic or evaluating involved. 

Plus, there was a goddamn penalty.

And, as one that had to pay a penalty before, you were not going to lose again. 

So you needed to focus. There were only three people you knew you could count on and two of them already had other plans. 

Sweltered by crowd humidity and douchey cologne, you quickly dart into the kitchen to pour a shot of courage before continuing your search.

Please be here.

Surveying the rooms, you catch sight of a lot of people you know but don’t know know. Although, you spot a guy that you note as a possible backup in case your fuckbuddy fell through, muscular frame towering over the rest of the room.

Where is he? You were sure he was going to show up. It was one of the reasons why you ended up completely fine consenting to the bet—you knew you had a good chance. 

A few more moments of searching pass. 

Not in the cramped living room. Not in the musty foyer. Not even in the backyard with clearly-neglected grass and plants. 

Fuck, is he even here?

You sulk back into the kitchen, head full of worry and dread because you sincerely thought he was going to come tonight. 

Maybe he did? And got snagged by one of your friends already? 

Fuck!

“You aren’t at the block party?” 

Praise anything holy.

At your side, your blond knight greets you with a cocked brow. “Min! Thank fuck, I was looking for you.” 

“Me?” He pushes off from his chosen wall, drink settled in a lazy hand. “Don’t you usually make the rounds first before I get a turn?” 

“Like you don’t do the same,” you scoff as you take in his much more preferred cologne. “But shut up. I need you.” 

“About time you skip all the bullshit.” 

“It’s for a bet, dumbass.” 

A lopsided smile precedes Yoongi’s response. “How do you know I’ll help you film us fucking?” 

“Wait, what?” You freeze, unblinking as he shines triumph your way. 

How does he possibly know about that? You literally just got here five minutes ago. “Did someone ask you already?” 

“Not me.” 

You’re about to ask a follow up question when you see his eyes wander to someone behind you. 

“They asked him,” Yoongi laughs into his cup, not catching the way you have to compose yourself when facing your very issue walking towards you. 

Fuck.

Jin’s here, too?

Goddamn it, this is going to make your request awkward as hell. Only Yoongi was supposed to be here! Not that you… Would be opposed… To company… 

That would certainly—

Your name pulls you out of the very dirty gutter you popped it into, and you blink. “What?” 

“Jin said you know each other already, that’s all.” 

Swerving, you finally get a good look and realize that he’s dressed like the last meal you would choose to have before leaving this planet. 

Decked out in sweats and a tank, Seokjin simply watches, smug as your eyes zero in on his jewelry. 

And a corner of his lips twitches when you swallow. 

Motherfucker.

“Umm, yes,” you manage to blurt out. “We’ve seen each other around.” 

When his smile evolves into a grin, he turns his head to not direct it at you, which somehow ends up being more destructive than if he did. 

How is that even possible? Are you more far gone than you thought?

“I see…” Yoongi trails off, and you notice him throwing back the last dredges of his drink before sauntering off. “Well, good luck with your bet.” 

Seokjin cuts in before you can grab at your friend’s sleeve. “Bet? What bet?” 

Your pest spins on his heel, walking backwards while pointing accusingly, “You already know! She’s with that girl that jumped you like two minutes ago!” 

What the hell! You hiss his name in a warning, glancing at Jin and regretting doing so. 

Did he just look… 

Intrigued? 

Butterflies come to mind.

Him promptly turning down your friend makes more sense than this look of interest. After all, he bounces pretty quickly after sex. There’s no way Seokjin wants himself and his dick to be immortalized in a shaky phone recording. 

...Does he?  

Keeping that thought tucked in the deep recesses of your brain, you push forward and join Yoongi at the nearest sticky counter. 

“What the fuck,” you whisper to his smirk as the strong smell of alcohol invades your nostrils. “Don’t just go ratting me out!” 

“I dunno, babe.” Pouring a shot for himself before filling two other solos, he sets the bottle down with a clink and hands one to you. “I might’ve just made your night.” 

“What?” 

He huffs a quick laugh before handing the other cup to Jin. Turning back and leaning in, he whispers something that gives you chills, 

“I know you fucked already.” 

You dart your eyes to his cheek. “He told you?” 

“I can tell.” Yoongi laughs, earrings swaying with his shoulder bobs. “And he’s eyeing your ass as we speak. Skirt is fucking hot, by the way.” 

Ignoring the reaction in your chest, you chuckle while wondering if he’ll get your statement, “Good, cus it’s all I got.”

And the slight slip of his hand on the counter lets you know he understands. “Don’t fuck with me.”  

“So about that bet.”

“Fuck…”

“Just think about it, yeah?”

“Mm.”

After Yoongi offers his cup to clink with both of you, everyone quickly downs their shots, all quiet and most likely thinking about the same thing. 

A bet you need to win.

But there’s more to it now. Because apparently you have options. 

Do you simply go with your original plan and go upstairs with Yoongi? Knowing how cheeky he can be, some random bathroom would probably be more accurate. 

Or do you pivot, suck it up, and proposition the bet to a man that already turned down a similar offer? 

Fuck. This would be easier if you didn’t have to think about stupid things called feelings. Though they’re tiny in amount, the concept of liking someone outside of fucking is foreign to your brain. 

And the poor thing doesn’t know what the fuck to do about it yet. 

However.

If you pick Jin and he somehow agrees, you feel confident in yourself to go through with this without letting them get in the way. It should be easy to get this done without much stake in the emotions department. 

Right?

Sure. 

Yes. 

Final answer: yes. 

In any case, it’s stupid to even think all this shit when you haven’t even gotten an answer from either of them. 

One more shot is in order. “Min, hit me again.” 

“Same thing?” 

“Whatever’s fine. I just got here so lemme catch up,” you explain before stepping over to the person you’ve been mulling over for weeks. “Speaking of, when did you get here?” 

He has to lean in because the music is getting progressively louder, so much so that the bass is starting to add another pulse to your bloodstream. “We got here a bit before you.” 

“We?”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “We’re roommates.”

…What.

There’s no way.

“You’re fucking with me. Isn’t he in a frat?”

“Yeah. Been roommates since last year, though.”

Well damn.

Slowly swiveling your head so that your mouth is next to his ear, you succumb to his cologne and try to ignore this new info. “And you were asked before him?” 

As if feeling the warmth of his skin isn’t enough, noticing his smug grin makes things a thousand times worse. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Yoongi hands you the second shot, and you thank him before throwing it back. 

Feeling the predictable burn makes you wince, but your body warms while loosening just a tad. “Cus he’s… and you’re… you’re shy,” you finally respond, tongue spiced from the liquor and assumptions.

“Is that what you think?”

“Of course.”

Seokjin laughs. “I’m not shy all the time.” 

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You sound put out, angel. Are you jealous?”

Maybe if he said ye—

No, shut up. None of that. 

“You wish,” you simply quip. “Figured you’d say no to it anyway.” 

“Depends.” 

You blink. 

Moving away a bit, you glance at Yoongi taking a lazy sip from his cup before bringing someone in for a shoulder tap. 

You swear you’ve only had two shots. But that doesn’t mean you could already be mishearing things. 

Turning back to Jin, you blink again. “Really. You’d say yes?” 

There’s a bit of silence after, the next song booming throughout the house and in between your stares. It gives you enough time to wonder what Jin means, but not nearly enough time to prepare yourself for what he says. 

Leaning in close enough that his plush as fuck lips brush your ear, he goads, 

“Ask me and find out.” 

Fuck.

Chills spark across your skin and around your bones as you freeze in place. When you find you can’t do anything but gulp, you try your hardest to keep breathing—in and out, in and out. 

This is new. This is really fucking new and you don’t know how to react in the slightest. 

You’ve been the one in control. You’ve been the initiator this whole time, the one that approaches and the one that conquers before a swift retreat. Everyone knows that, and so far it’s all worked out. 

Which makes this situation…

Enticing as hell. 

Masking your faltering, you offer a smirk. “Careful what you offer.” 

To which he offers one of his own. “Careful what you ask.”

Truly, it’s a shame that you’ve spoken more words to each other in the last few minutes than you have ever before. All the conversations you’ve had with Seokjin have been in between gasps and moans—certainly not anything to text or call home about. 

Maybe you could switch it up and let Yoongi off the hook. Looks like one of your friends snagged him in the seconds you weren’t looking anyway. 

You watch as she loops one of her fingers in his long chain, unblinking as he lets her lure him down closer than necessary to talk. 

Huh.

That’s jealousy you feel in your gut. 

Fuck, how selfish are you tonight? Are you really getting soft for Yoongi, too? You allowed yourself that slip-up with Jin; this can’t happen a second time. 

Maybe it’s because—

“Well,” Jin suddenly cuts into your thoughts, “Guess we’ll never know.” 

Wait, what? 

A huge presence leaves your side, causing you to dart your eyes between his retreating back and the charming smirk Yoongi’s aiming at someone else.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! If there’s one thing that can’t happen, it’s getting a No from both of them. 

Cutting your loss with Yoongi, you speed past him to catch up to Seokjin, calling his name over the blaring atmosphere. 

As he turns, you scoff at the smugness painted on his face, “Mister impatient over here.”

“Nice to meet you, miss indecisive.” 

Well. He got you there. But he doesn’t need that satisfaction. “Maybe I’m making you wait.” 

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re edging me?” 

God. 

Where the fuck has this Jin been? Why haven’t the two of you actually had a real conversation sooner? This is way too entertaining not to draw out. 

“Perhaps,” you hum, leaning on the wall as you both now occupy a corner of the stuffed living room. “Is that what you want?” 

Jin hums, taking a sip of his drink and looking into the crowd. When he faces you, he looks past your look of intrigue before leaning in to whisper, “Something like that.” 

You’re about to question what the hell he means when you feel his lips capture the side of your neck, shooting lightning bolts to your curled toes. 

“I’d rather edge you instead.” 

His name leaves your mouth in a gasp, but it doesn’t stop him from leaving a hot trail up your throat, plush lips making you melt with each delicate touch. 

“But…” The syllable trails off into your ear before he kisses there, too, unaware of the wetness gathering on your thighs. 

You don’t get to hear his voice up close anymore. Because he straightens himself on the wall and smirks. 

“Guess we’ll just keep standing here.” 

“Jinnie, please,” you sigh, grabbing his bicep and melting at its firmness. You’ve reached the point of no return, it seems. Just him existing in front of you is tangling your heartstrings. “I…”

“I told you.” He downs his drink. “All you have to do is one thing.” 

Something in your heart causes your hand to shoot out and grab his shoulder, and you slam his lips onto yours to keep them hostage. Tingles bubble up your spine as he presses you into the wall, sliding his tongue along your lips and sucking on your bottom plush. 

Fuck.

You can do this with him if he allows it. 

Grabbing his tank again, you start to pull him away when you meet nothing but resistance. 

Catching yourself mid-lean, you stop and regard him with a cocked brow. “You coming?” 

And Jin smothers his chuckle with a smile. “You didn’t ask, sweetheart.” 

“I—”

Warm hands grip your hips from behind before you can blink, and a low tone tickles your ear,

“You ready?” 

…Yoongi? 

Where did he come from? Isn’t he supposed to be a little preoccupied at the moment? 

Turning, you feel blond hair and soft lips ghosting over your shoulder blade, shuddering at the touch. 

Combined with the lingering of Jin’s kisses, you feel elevated to another plane, caught in between two very different but equally destructive auras. 

Getting yourself to speak is harder than you expect. “Me? Where’d she go?” 

“Who.” 

Asshole. He knows damn well who you mean.

But fuck, if that doesn’t turn you on more than it should. 

Wait. Shit! This means that Yoongi’s down, and you know for a fact he’ll be fine with cameras involved. 

So that means… Seokjin will have to wait. 

Damn it, but you kinda don’t want that, either. Especially now that you know that he’s Yoongi’s fucking roommate. You can’t give either frustratingly attractive man bragging rights.

This choice has been the hardest you’ve ever had to make.

Well.

Hold on. 

What did Jin tell you?

All you have to do is ask? 

You breathe. 

This will either be the best or worst decision in history.

But screw it, you’re not gonna let that stop you.

Slowly turning, you whisper in Yoongi’s ear, hoping he doesn’t hear how stupidly timid it comes out. 

It doesn’t seem like he did, but maybe it’s because you’re too distracted by his slow chuckle to fully realize. “I’m not the one you need to ask, princess.” 

Fuck. 

Turning back to Jin, you take in his perfectly furrowed brows before gathering a sliver of courage. But if that’s all you can garner, you’ll use the hell out of it. 

Inhaling, you lick your lips while pulling on his tank. As soon as he bends to lend his ear, you whisper the same question you asked Yoongi. And you hope to everything that he agrees.

“You down to share?”

Jin immediately moves away, but the look he has on his face is far from negative. If anything, you think he appears hungrier than you’ve ever seen him. 

When he glances at Yoongi, you don’t see the latter’s reaction, but you can only guess it’s dirty because the smirk that carves into Jin’s face makes you quiver. Before you can blink again, you feel a hand grope your ass while another leads you forward. 

“Way ahead of you, angel.” 

This house is way too fucking crowded. 

How the hell are you supposed to get a room to yourselves? 

Disregarding that, why do you even go to these things anymore? As you’re moving up the stairway, you have to weave through multiple sweaty bodies and dodge spillage from tilted cups. Gross.

In a fleeting moment, you wish you had these two back in your apartment instead of in a random house. But having both of them at all is leading you not to care where the fuck this happens. 

Even now, when you feel your ass getting shielded by an arm and your shoulder being held by a strong hand, you still don’t believe any of this is happening. 

The upstairs is crowded but not as congested as the bottom floor, the three of you having room to stand in your own spacing. As you move to check for bedrooms, Yoongi peeks blond hair into a door before calling you both over. 

“Hurry up,” he says, patting your ass when you pass over the threshold. “I think this is the one with a lock.” 

“The only one with a lock?” 

“The one with a lock that works.” 

“God.” 

Yoongi shuts the door with a bang, and you can hear him and Jin conversing while you observe the tiny space. 

The bedroom’s nothing special. Small, dark wood floors, basic sheets and curtains. It’s painfully obvious that the one thing this occupant spends money on is tissues, if the stack of Kleenex by the bed is any indication. 

Your mouth melts into a cringe.

Poor guy. 

As you hope he isn’t the type that comes into pillow cases, you feel a pair of lips on the back of your neck, their warmth sending shivers down your back and into your top. 

For a split second, you don’t know which one of them it could be, and that’s what finally makes you realize what’s about to happen. 

And you’re trembling down to your bones with excitement. 

Judging from the low purr, it’s Yoongi this time.

“Lemme taste those lips, princess,” he murmurs before caressing your jaw, lightly twisting you around to face him properly. 

As Jin pulls off his tank, you feel a hot tongue slide over your plush, teasing with quick darts inside your mouth before pressing with a sliver of insistence. 

He hums in intrigue before asking, “No watermelon today?” 

“She definitely tasted like it.” 

Ah. Yoongi was looking for your lip gloss. Cute as fuck. 

You giggle while he turns, hurt evident in his voice, “Greedy bitch. I like that flavor.” 

“Cry about it.” 

“What a sore lo—”

Yoongi suddenly backs you into the nearest wall, his lips claiming yours again with a hint of annoyance. When you breathe mirth into your reciprocation, he retreats with a light tug on your bottom plush. “Hey.” 

“Hmm?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He shoves his mouth onto yours a final time, and you can’t help but laugh outright, stomach twisting into knots and curls when you can feel his spreading grin. Slinging your arms around his neck, you relish the way his erection smushes your skirt, the absence of any underwear letting you feel everything all too well. 

Yoongi seems to remember this outfit choice, impatient fingers shoving the material up and finding your cunt in record time. When you buck forward, he offers a response in the form of dark glee. 

“Gonna make you a pornstar, kitten,” he promises, slapping now-wet fingers against your clothed chest. “With these perfect tits.”

“Please do,” you sigh. “Tuition is kicking my ass.” 

“You would talk about that shit right now.” Lip bitten, he gropes you with a warm palm. “It shouldn’t be this hot.” 

“Yeah, well you shouldn’t be this hot, either,” you scoff, lightly flicking one of his chains. “But here we are.” 

Where is Jin? What’s he doing?

Yoongi’s lips claim yours again, and you can’t fathom how each kiss feels like the first. Breathless, you shut your eyes and let him press you into the unforgiving wall. 

When he leaves your mouth alone again, he confirms, “We doing this?”

“Mmhmm. I can’t lose another bet, Min.”

“I get that. But you good with recording?”

“Mmhmm. Are you?”

“Yeah, it’s cool.”

“What about…” You turn to finally notice Seokjin swipe something from the lone desk in the room, but again, Yoongi gently guides your face back into another toe-curling kiss. 

These kisses seem… 

Hmm. 

Whatever. No point in putting much stock in it. This is Yoongi, for crying out loud! Not some dude groveling at your feet. 

When you finish that thought, he retreats again. “We already talked about it.”

Huh? They what? “When?”

“When he got asked the first time.”

“Wait, seriously?” You stop looking at his reddened mouth to search for truth in his gaze. “You’re joking.”

Yoongi smirks while maintaining eye contact, and you quickly feel uncharacteristically shy. But he gives you reprieve when he lowers his attention to the lips he wanted to taste. “Why do you think we turned your hot ass friends down?”

“I… Was wondering about that.” 

“Found him jerking off to you,” Yoongi finally divulges with an air to his words, and a hand appears next to your ear. “So I already knew. Didn’t know y’all fucked until later, but. Figured he’d be okay with this.” 

When did you start playing with his chains? How did they even get looped in your fingers so fast? “Even on video?”

Jin’s chuckle is so sudden and clear that you snap your head right to him.

“I’ll be the star of the show, angel. They won’t even notice you.” 

Yoongi outright laughs at him while you gape. 

Assholes! Both of them! You can’t even admire Seokjin’s beautiful bare chest with your glare damn it yes you can he looks so fucking fine.

God. One of these insufferable men is already enough to handle. But both? To yourself? Apparently this is very much not good for you. 

Not that you’re complaining. Your friends would tear limbs to be in the position you’re in now. If anything, you’re containing your excitement. Because you don’t know how the fuck you’re gonna act once things start playing out.

Wait a second. Playing out…

Yoongi keeps to himself, but isn’t Seokjin a star athlete? Wouldn’t something like this get him kicked off the team or some other repercussion you don’t know about? 

When you voice your concern, all you get is a careless shrug. 

“It’s tennis. They don’t care.” 

Well then. 

Shooting amusement out of your nose, you accuse, “I think you just wanna do it anyways.” 

At his wink, you bring a hand up to slide down his chest, salivating at how full and firm his muscles feel. Gripping a handful of his jewelry, you tug them just a tad while lowering your lids. “You better not be all talk.” 

“You know I’m not, sweetheart.” 

“Mm. But really, I just wanted to be sure,” you start, releasing him from your hold. “Especially with you.” 

Before Jin responds, Yoongi cuts in with furrowed brows, “What about me?”

“You’re a whore,” you laugh, grinning wider at his fake affronted look. “You’d fuck with the door open.”

Immediately, he nods with pursed lips. “Facts.” 

“Actually? Mmm. You’d probably fuck me over with a lawsuit, too, so…” 

“Also true.”

Your tongue pokes childishly out of your mouth before you direct attention back to Seokjin, stilling when you see him already staring. 

He zeros in on your lips—prompting you to wet them with your tongue—before sliding up to your eyes and burying dark promises in each one.

“Gross.” 

While Yoongi retreats to remove his jacket, it’s Jin’s turn to bring you in for a kiss. Which you happily respond to, loving the way he immediately finds a palmful of thigh to grab.

Shit, his kisses feel so perfect and full and, dare you wish, possessive. You might end up puffy-lipped for the rest of the week if he keeps nipping you between sloppy licks. 

Tilting your head, you push forward with fervor, tugging a moan from his throat with your tongue. 

Chuckle dark, he lets you go with a tiny pop. “Didn’t know you were so greedy.”

“I am.” 

“What else should I know?”

“Uh uh,” you tut, tapping him on the chest. “Spoilers.” 

“How about you tell me now.” 

Oh, you fucking plan on it. 

Grabbing his hand, you bite your lip before guiding it between your legs, practically purring when he discovers your dirtier secret. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers rolling over your slippery clit. “If you told me this sooner I would’ve gotten you all to myself.”

“Maybe you should’ve just done that anyw—”

“Hurry up before I get soft, lovebirds.” 

“Shut up, Yoongi,” you scoff, lolling your head to challenge his bored stare. “So impatient. Think of porn or something.”

“I’ll settle for making some, tha—”

The doorknob jangling captures all of your attentions. 

Guess the lock really does work. Thankfully.

Yoongi signals a head tilt to his roommate before stepping in, and Jin leaves your side before you’re pushed flush against the wall again fuck that was quick.

A knee wedges in between your legs, shoving a rough groan from your throat. 

“Eyes on me, princess,” Yoongi orders, gripping your chin in rough fingers. “He’s not going anywhere.” 

“Neither am I,” you goad, loving how this man isn’t changing his style even with another presence in the room. This level of handling is what you’re used to, and you don’t want him to let up in the slightest. “So fucking kiss me al—”  

Yoongi’s lips smother yours before you can finish, and he sucks the last syllables right off your tongue. The change in pace resets you in the best way, and you welcome his familiar scent wrapping around you before his hands do.

Fuck, he’s a fantastic kisser, too. You probably could’ve gotten away with recording a makeout session with him and it would’ve somehow been vulgar enough. 

But, as he rips himself from your lips to attack your column, you think this is the much, much better option. 

“You really ready for both of us?” Yoongi nicks your ear, making you shudder before nodding in wordless reply. “Cus I don’t think you are.”

“I am,” you breathe out, throaty and with a bit of bite. “Fuck you, I’m ready.”

A hand suddenly slips between your legs, and you jolt up at the shock. 

Thinking it was Yoongi that touched you, you’re surprised and delighted to see that it’s not. 

“You hear that, Jin.”

“No.” The fingers gliding up your skin suddenly cup your drenched cunt with as much insistence as their owner’s command, “Speak up, angel.” 

“I said fuck you,” you fling out in reply before your voice twists into a moan, pulled from your throat by the long fingers slapping your folds.

“What’d you say?”

“Fu—”

Senses blank as Yoongi’s fingers join Jin’s on your cunt, and your jaw unhinges before your breaths turn unfathomably ragged. 

Holy fuck. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on.

“Careful with that mouth, princess.”

“Seems more like a brat to me.” 

“She is, isn’t she?” 

“As if,” you huff out through a lopsided smirk, thumping your head back onto the wall in pure bliss. They haven’t seen how much of a brat you can be. “You’re both just pussies.” 

The deep reactions you get in return have you grinning to yourself in triumph, and you welcome the way Yoongi seizes your neck while Jin rips your top apart. 

As buttons skitter across wood floors, you puff in pride, loving how easy it is to get these two going.  

“No bra. No thong.” Yoongi expels a quick laugh before letting go of your column. “You wanna get fucked like a whore, huh.”

“Please,” you beg in a whoosh. “It’s been a long ass week.”

“You had those group presentations, right?” 

“Ugh. Yeah, and they sucked.”

“Mm. Speaking of sucking.” He pats your cheek while you notice Seokjin painted with curious concern. “Get the fuck down there.”

“Y’all better be clean.”

“I am. Surprisingly,” Yoongi laughs before turning to Jin. “You tested, right?”

“Yeah, after that one girl scared the crap out of me.”

“Told you not to mess with her.”

That one girl? Interesting. “So we’re all good?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” 

As you drop to your knees, the wood floors merciless, you wonder if Jin’s got something on his mind.

Is he agitated? Does he think there’s something between you and Yoongi?

There isn’t. The guy just happens to talk to you more. 

Seokjin can do the same if he really wanted. You yearn for him to make a move instead of hearing about other random chicks, truthfully. You’re god awful at making the first mo—

You don’t get time to think about it before you’re shoved into the front of Yoongi’s jeans. “What’re you spacing out for.”

“Sorry.” Looking up at him before you watch Jin’s expression, you smile. “I’m ready.”

“Fucking finally.” 

“Min,” you chuckle as your face is smushed into his crotch again. Planting your hands on his thighs, you remind him, “Recording? Remember?” 

“Oh. Yeah.” His bangs sway as he inspects your chest. “Where’s your phone? It’s not in your tits.”

You laugh at his pout before reaching behind you. “I have pockets for once.”

“Give it,” he orders when you present your device, slipping it from your fingers.

You love how you make him forget. And you love how he gets subtly coy whenever he realizes how caught up he can be. 

Seokjin is quick to tease the blond further. “Camera shy?”

“Fuck off.”

“Start it then.” Jin reaches into one of his pockets, taking out… A what. “Top off, sweetheart. You’re wearing this instead.”

Oh, fuck.

Yoongi stops staring at your chest to see what Jin’s talking about. “Is that a tie?”

“Yeah. Found it on the desk.” 

After you dispose of your destroyed top—which you will charge them both for—your head is slipped through the soft loop. 

While Yoongi looks satisfied as hell, Jin snickers, “Looks good on her.” 

Feeling the material around your neck while staring up at the two of them unlocks something in you that requires several days to process. There’s no doubt there’s already strings of lust dripping between your legs. 

“Fuck, she liked that.” 

“I knew she would.”

“So predictable.”

“They all are.” 

God, they’re talking about you like you can’t hear them.  And it’s turning you on much more than it should! 

Pulse after burning pulse erupts in your core, and you reach your first breaking point of the night. Breathing taut, you unzip Yoongi’s pants before slowly slipping him out, not giving any stock to how familiar he feels in your palm. 

Despite not having a round with him in a minute, you still feel confident you know your way around his dick. 

But before you start, you turn and look up at Jin. “Yours, too.”

Both of them groan before Jin reacts, unzipping and taking himself out as soon as you lick Yoongi’s tip. 

He immediately relies on the hand he’s planted on the wall behind you, letting out a low curse. Your phone slips in his hand, but only by a bit, and you wonder why the recording light isn’t on. Maybe you turned that feature off in your setting at some point. 

You keep going, licking along his velvety length before spitting on its veiny surface. Rubbing long and slow, you finally take him in and start sucking while darting your tongue underneath his weighty head. 

Fuck, Yoongi really fits you well. Maybe too well.

“Shit.” When he expels a breath above you, heat disperses onto your scalp. And it seems he feels the same sentiments. “Fuck, I missed this mouth.” 

You hum around him, knowing it’ll make him crumble even more. Having his cock between your smeared lips is something you’ve been wanting ever since you spotted him, and you’d like to think he can tell just from the way you’re going at it. 

What makes things even better for you? There’s another person you want to suck the soul out of, and he happens to be in the same room. Staring down at you. Groaning when you reach up and take his length in your hand. 

As you pump Jin while giving Yoongi head, a realization comes to mind—a stunning one. 

You’ve had a threesome before, but it didn’t have two dicks involved. 

Needless to say, this is quite new.

And you’re delighted as hell. 

“She’s a lot prettier down there, don’t you think?”

“I prefer her this way actually.” 

Fuck, they’re doing it again! Did you always have this hidden kink? What do you even call this? That isn’t important right now because how the fuck did they know you’d love this? 

But as much as you’re adoring their outright ignoring, you like talking back even more. 

Taking Yoongi’s cock in your hand, you release him with a small pop before scoffing, 

“And I prefer you both quiet.” 

“What did she say?”

“I think she said she wants to lose this bet.” 

“No, no!” You backtrack at their laughs. Their stupid, attractive laughs. “Fuck you both,” you grumble before taking Yoongi back into your mouth. 

As you feel his meaty length again, you hear him expel a half-chuckle, half-groan before commenting, “You won’t if you keep talking shit.” 

“I thought the same, Yoongi. She’s not even paying attention to me.” 

Oh. That’s a challenge you aren’t losing, whether you’re being goaded or not. 

Gripping his cock and gathering his precum, you follow through with a motion you’ve only seen in videos. Your mouth releases Yoongi’s before latching onto Jin, and you feel a strange sense of pride when both of them react in reverence. 

“What the fuck.”

“Ah, shit.” 

Your eyes tilt up to find both men staring with all the hunger in the world, and you wonder what you must look like. Because you don’t think you’ve ever seen guys stare like that, even while being at your nastiest. 

Though, this probably takes the cake. You’ve never sucked two people off in succession before. 

Satisfied, you glide over Jin’s cock over and over, swirling your tongue and stroking the rest of him with determined fingers. Deciding to switch just because you can, you take him out with another vulgar pop and swallow Yoongi again. 

They’re still saying things above your bobbing head. Or just making sounds. But you don’t quite register them anymore because you’re finding a rhythm and concentrating on relaxing your mouth. 

Jin caresses your head while you work, now satisfied with having both his cock and ego effectively stroked. 

But you don’t expect him to tug on your tie, pulling you forward to take Yoongi in until he knocks the back of your throat holy fuck—

His smirk at your immediate gag rattles the beast in your core and, while Yoongi snickers, he coos at your pout, “Something else you wanna say, angel?”

Oh, yes you do. You wanna say a lot of things. 

In the end, you keep your mouth occupied and shut, choosing to simply flick the bastard off with your free hand instead. 

But you don’t expect Yoongi to react. 

After a low curse, he bites out, “Don’t do that again.” When you look up past his swinging jewelry, his teeth are prominent behind a strained smirk. 

“I might fall in love.” 

Oh. 

You roll your eyes, disguising the fleeting way your heart double skips. 

“Wait. Yoongi,” Jin halts, scarily wary. When you look up, he continues after Yoongi turns.

“Are you even recording?”

You freeze. 

Fucking hell, he better be! 

“I thought so?” 

“Lemme see the phone. Ah, I knew it! It’s not even on!” 

You take Yoongi out of your mouth to gape, frustrated to hell and back to this small ass bedroom. “Are you serious!” 

“Oh, fuck. Sorry.” 

“Yah, I can’t believe this.” 

“Boo, you whore.” 

“Wait, so none of that was—damn it!” 

Your sigh is quick, and you wipe your flexing jaw of any excess drool. “Just make sure it’s going next time, yeah? At least we caught it now.” 

“She’s right,” Seokjin comments before taking the phone from a still-crushed Yoongi. “You’re lucky I’m here, angel.” 

Smiling up at him while trying not to think about the sting in your knees, you respond, “I am, Jinnie.” 

“I’ll record. Just think of that as a warm-up.” He turns on the video, and you recognize the tell-tale white light that indicates a recording. 

Damn, you were correct in thinking it was strangely off earlier. Now you know why. Goddamn it, Min.

Jin lowers to smooth his fingers over your cheek before patting twice. “Get to it, baby girl.” 

You look at Yoongi before asking, “You good?”

He only stares, eyes swirling with something you can’t decipher. But he fakes a pout before lying through pretty teeth, “Nah. Guess you gotta make me feel better.” 

“Such a liar,” you laugh, stroking him and taking him back into your mouth right as he beams. 

Fuck, you love his cocky ass grin. And you hate how he knows it makes it hard to stay upset with him. 

Knowing you’re truly being recorded now, something switches. Your sucks get fuller, your strokes get deeper, your mouth somehow loosens wider and can take more in. 

“Come give me some love, angel,” Jin directs, reaching to lightly pull on your tie. “Let me see you.” 

Shit, you’re already so wet.

Yanking yourself off, you give him the same treatment, spitting on his head before taking it in with no rest. 

“Oh, fuck.” 

“There you go.” 

While Yoongi is long, Jin is girthy, and you have to stretch your mouth a bit more to accommodate him. Adjusting on the spot, you feel tears start to form at the corners of your eyes when your lips start getting sore. 

But the feeling of making them both puddy in your literal hands takes over—intoxicating. You’ll deal with the soreness in your mouth, your arms, your thighs. All of it, you will deal with. 

Because it’s them. 

Light flashes over you as you pause in rubbing Yoongi’s dick, and you flick your eyes up to see that your phone’s passed to him. 

“Keep it on.” 

“Yeah, I got it.” 

“You better becau—fuck.” 

You hum a laugh around Jin’s length, knowing that cupping his balls would make him stutter. Recalling last time, you giggle thinking about the way it led to him hauling you up and throwing you back against his locker, your back sporting burns for days after that fantastic fucking session. 

“Hi, baby girl,” Yoongi murmurs as you go right back to stroking him, bending and reaching down to fondle your chest. When you flinch at the touch, he hums, “Love these soft tits.” 

You whimper around Jin, who folds forward and steadies himself on the wall behind your ass. Fuck, the floor is really not soft under you at all. 

But Yoongi pats you roughly on the cheek before brushing tears away with a thumb. “So perfect handling us both, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You fucking love it, huh.”

You nod, eyes closing when he lightly slaps your face again. 

“Thought so.”

Having your mouth full while getting pat on the cheek is something else. 

But while being recorded? You’re practically purring imagining how that must look from Yoongi’s point of view. 

Judging from his blown out eyes, it must look pretty damn fantastic. 

“How does she feel?”

A groan. “Hot. Wet. Fuck.”

“Take more of him in, princess. I know you can.” 

“More?”

When you stare at the light, it temporarily blinds you before you try to focus on the man praising you behind your phone. “Yeah, that mouth’s filthy. Get in there.”

Jin pushes in further, and you fully gag but don’t let up, hearing him groan as you keep your head bobbing. “Fuck.”

“Told you.”

You’re starting to reach euphoria, knowing you have full control no matter how cocky and smug these two are. Both of them are practically kneeling at your feet. 

Ironic, given the positions you’re all taking. 

You swirl around him, lifting him up to suck on his balls before tasting Yoongi on your tongue again. 

“Fuck, she’s good.” 

“She’s a pro.”

Your mouth feels thoroughly spent, but you keep going on primal desire alone. Saliva and lust falls down your mouth in tiny waterfalls, and there’s no doubt the tie is soaked through on your drenched chest.

When warm fingers pinch a nipple, you mewl, arching upward on instinct. 

And Jin’s comment is a compliment laced with vulgarity, “All this time I’ve been calling you angel…”

You flick your eyes upward.

“Turns out I’ve been fucking a whore.” 

Fuck. For them? You are, you are, you are. Goddamn, you’re so turned on it’s starting to frighten you. 

Releasing Yoongi again, the pop sound you make is so distinct that you hear him throw his head back in a groan. 

Without pause, you go right back to Jin. But he’s a little farther away than before, so you have to scoot over. 

Which hurts like a bitch.

“Fuck,” you wince before licking along Jin’s length, the floors not allowing you to experience pure pleasure alone.

Immediately, Yoongi questions, “Knees okay?”

“Not really.”

Seokjin turns as Yoongi stops the recording. “Get her a pillow.”

“No,” you shoot out before taking him in. After you give him a full suck, you slide your fingers along his length. “I’ll ruin it.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m… So wet,” you admit, making both of them hum and groan in tandem. Gazing up at Yoongi, your tone is innocent but your words wholly sinful,

“Wanna feel it?”

Yoongi hums as he bends with furrowed brows, his throat rumbling rough when his fingers meet your cunt. “Oh, fuck.” 

“Mmhmm.” You whine when you feel the friction you’ve been wanting, needily grinding on his fingers while he growls,

“Fucking nasty.” 

Your pout is sickly innocent. 

“Nah, this is… Hold on.” 

You wince at the camera light when he starts another recording.

And it isn’t long until you feel wet fingers gather a shameful amount of slick before smearing it on your chest, rubbing around a nipple as you whine around Jin.

Holy fu—

There’s no pause before Yoongi dips his fingers right back in your cunt, languidly taking more from your folds before coating another layer on your breasts. 

It’s all so erotic that you have to close your eyes just to keep sucking Jin off properly. 

“Pretty bitch. Gonna look even better with our—” 

“Yoongi.” 

You flit your eyes open, trying hard to make out Jin’s expression. 

Odd. You didn’t expect him to interject at all, so his sudden comment catches you off-guard. 

Turns out you aren’t the only one, either. Yoongi stops on your skin before responding with a hum. 

Is Jin getting… jealous? Or whatever you see in his eyes? Does he want Yoongi to just record and keep his filthy hands to hims—

“Stuff some in her mouth.” 

What the fuck.

Yoongi’s chuckle rumbles out like dark thunder, and he bends down one more time to level his smugness and your phone with your face. 

“You heard him,” he says to the device rather than you, and you can tell he’s loving how you look in the rolling video. “Open up, filthy girl.” 

Whimpering, you free your lips and jerk upward when Yoongi fingers you once more. Opening wide, you have stars in your eyes when he bites his lip, and you taste the telltale flavor of yourself when he slowly swipes long fingers along your tongue. 

You feel rather than see something in them break. 

And your stomach somersaults because you sure as fuck break, too.

“Get her over there.”

“Yup, fuck it.”  

It’s Seokjin that hauls you upward while Yoongi rips his jeans off. “Get up, angel.”

“Ow fuck,” you gasp at the sudden stretch of your legs, feeling the sting of abrupt use. “Hold on.” 

“Shit, sorry.” 

“You’re okay,” you lie before a more truthful wince. “Ow.” 

Yoongi reaches the bed first, yanking the comforter and sheets away from the top. It seems he stopped the video again. “Just sit her on the edge real quick,” he directs, and when you get settled, he shoves your skirt up while kneeling onto the floor, “Lie down and relax for a sec.” 

“Huh?” 

Relax? This is new. Yoongi’s more into the fuck and fuck off type nights—same as you. It’s why you usually pick him when you need to blow off major steam. What does he mean rel—

“Gonna teach all your pretty friends how to eat you out.” 

There it is. “Fuck…”

“Uh huh. Open up for me.” 

Your thighs prove ridiculously sore as you try, but you’re just thankful your knees aren’t competing with hard floorboards anymore. You grit your teeth as you keep opening up slow, and Yoongi tsks before getting up to lean over your chest. 

Goddamn chains. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how they feel sliding along your skin.

“Your knees were like this that whole time?” Yoongi asks, voice low. “This floor’s hard as shit. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Why is he concerned? He can’t keep asking you stuff like this. It’s messing with your head. “Don’t worry about it, Min.” 

“Yoongi, hurry up,” Jin commands from behind. “I don’t like waiting.” 

“Chill out, fuck. You might learn something.” 

“From you?” A laugh. “As if.” 

You have no idea where this side of Jin has been hiding but you highkey love and appreciate it, relating to his low level of patience yourself. 

Yoongi clicks his tongue before straightening, falling back onto his knees with a thud. You miss the concerned look in his eye before he spreads you apart with no mercy, yanking a strained groan from your throat. 

His grunt is low and rough when your cunt is in full view, and he slides slow fingers up your folds. “You get so wet every time. Hey, you recording?”

Jin responds with an affirmative, and the last warning you get is the light before Yoongi dives right in. 

At the first touch of his warm tongue, you thrust upward, sighing to the ceiling and beyond. Outside, you hear someone bump into the wall before laughter erupts, but all of your body’s attention is on Yoongi’s licks and swirls around your clit. 

With the shine of the recording light, you suddenly feel like a performer, moving your body slower and more controlled while Yoongi fucks you with his mouth. Your sounds are smaller than usual as you try to think about which moans are best. 

Loud? Soft? Why are you even thinking about this? You’re just gonna share this with friends. 

Did Yoongi’s words get to you that easily? These two are making you feel like you could actually make bank like this.

Especially when Jin reaches down to grab one of your tits, caressing the flesh before rolling a finger around a hard nub. The last thing you see before closing your eyes is his dick fully out, sweats removed while you were otherwise occupied.

His voice is heavenly as you feel the light concentrate on your face, “How’s that feel, angel.”

“So… So good,” you gasp, gripping Yoongi’s light hair in shaky fingers. His sucks on your clit make the dirtiest sounds, and when he licks a long stripe along your cunt, you throw your head all the way back. 

All this stimulation is absolutely making you spin off multiple axes.

A light slap to your chest resets your brain. “Mm. I don’t hear any of those sounds that I’m used to.”

That’s not Yoongi’s fau—

The menace himself darts his tongue inside to hit a spot you’ve been needing him to, and a loud moan shoots right into the ceiling. 

“Take that, bitch,” Yoongi mutters, to which Jin chuckles before lying next to you.  

Your eyes flutter open to bright light when you feel him grip your chin. “Mm. I just wanted to see this face.”

Drunk off lust, your body keeps rocking onto Yoongi’s tongue. When you lower your lids, Jin grips your jaw again before commanding, 

“Not now. Look at me.” 

Oh, fuck.

Thoroughly droopy-eyed, you obey as he watches your chest bounce with your movements. When he studies how fucked out you must look, you whimper through smushed lips, and he smirks like a demon,

“Good girl.”

His favorite term of fuckingdearment for you. And one you absolutely preen at every damn time. 

Those two words alone serve as fuel for your body, and you find yourself fucking Yoongi in earnest until he chuckles between your legs, 

“Wait. Jin.”

“Huh?”

You stop as well as he does, and almost sink below the bed when Yoongi explains, 

“Put her mouth to use, too.”

Jin looks down your body to point out, “I’m recording.”

“Do it. She’ll love that shit.”

Your groan confirms that fact. 

And that’s all Jin needs to be convinced.

As Yoongi keeps his tongue glued to your folds, Seokjin gets up and positions himself next to your head, and you salivate at the way he slaps your cheek with his cock.

“Say ahh.” 

You immediately oblige, going to rub him with a hand until he swats it away.

“Ah ah. No hands this time, sweetheart.”

You hear Yoongi snicker against your cunt, and hate how he laughs even harder after feeling just how much you liked whatever the fuck just happened. 

Mouth stuffed; pussy eaten; face being recor—fuck, and now Yoongi’s fingers reaching up to grope your tits.

All of it is almost too much that you feel like you teleport to the edge rather than climb. All the pressure in your center triples in size, and pulses wrack your core again and again and again. 

Teeth bite one of your thighs, making you yelp around Jin’s salty length. Yanking your mouth free, you pout, “The hell!”

“You asked for this, princess.” Yoongi smacks the side of your ass. “You aren’t coming until we say so.”

“No, fuck, please,” you rasp out, thumping your head back onto sheets. “It feels too good.” 

“Too bad.” 

“What! No!” 

“Actually,” Yoongi vacates your pussy entirely, standing before leaning over you on veiny hands. “Get on that dick you just sucked.” 

Fucking hell, his mouth is drenched in your juice. 

Jin stops the recording before agreeing. “Finally. Thought you’d never stop. Come up here, angel.” 

Seokjin sits up against the headboard, and your legs are mush as you try to prop your body upward. 

When you finally crawl towards him, he watches with pure amusement. “Get a condom, babe.”

“Don’t need one,” you respond, earning disbelief from both of them.

“You sure?”

“What’d she say?”

“No condoms,” you assure. “Not tonight.”

Yoongi audibly curses low and long, and you can hear him stroking himself while you plant hands on Jin’s shoulders. 

“Hi.” 

“Hello.” 

“Skirt off?”

“No.”

“Kinky,” you tease. “We haven’t done it like this yet, huh.”

“A damn shame.” He fondles a nipple, making you jerk with a tiny whine. “We haven’t fucked in a bed, either.”

“I can’t decide if that’s hot or just sad.”

“It can be both.”

“Hurry up.”

“Kiss my fat ass, Min.” You mount Jin before sheathing yourself on him, gasping before gnawing on your lower lip. 

Holy fuck, you feel so full and you’re only halfway on.

You can’t even take all of him inside, even with Yoongi lubing you up impossibly well. “You’re so big, Jinnie...” 

“Tell me more.” 

Before you can respond, he thrusts up into you, smirking when your mouth only flops open while you crumple forward. 

You hear Yoongi let out a laugh of condescension, and you throw a raspy “Shut up” over your shoulder before panting again.

“Show him how a slut fucks, princess.” 

When Jin looks into your eyes, you’re more than happy to weakly wink. Addressing Yoongi while regarding your favorite athlete, you divulge, “Won’t be the first time.” 

“Yeah, yeah.”

You smile while biting your plush, waiting for Jin’s instructions if he has any. When you see the camera light illuminate the headboard in front of you, he simply encourages,

“Make me proud, angel.”

Anything to do just that. 

You swirl around, lifting yourself with your thighs before slamming back down as far as you can. 

But you can only go down so far. He’ll dig into your guts if you take him in all the way.

“Why so shy,” he goads, chains sparkling above angry reddened skin. “He can know how you fuck me.”

“Fuck.” You grit your teeth as he chuckles. “You’re just so damn big.”

“Your mouth didn’t seem to mind.”

Damn, he got you there. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” Jin continues to coax as he slides a large hand up your thigh. “Unless you wanna do this my way.”

As much as you do, you need to be able to walk out of this house. 

So you brave the rest of his length, whimpering as you focus on loosening your cunt and slipping more and more of him inside.

“That’s it, angel,” Jin grunts, gripping your hip. “Fuck, you’re sending me this video, too.”

Oh, shit. You fucking forgot you were being recorded.

Somehow, that information loosens you enough to be comfortable, and you want to make a movie that’ll convince Seokjin to not look for anything else.

Jin groans as you switch gears completely, riding him like he’s paid you a disgusting amount of money. When the muscles in his neck protrude, you can’t help but lick along their delectable lines. 

If the breathy sounds in your ear aren’t enough, the groans behind your back serve as further encouragement.

And feeling thoroughly appreciated by both of them, you nip at Jin’s throat while throwing your ass back to give Yoongi even more of an erotic view. 

“Fuck. Do that again, kitten.”

You do.

“Arch that back.”

Jin takes one of your nipples in his mouth as you happily obey, flipping your head back and sighing to the ceiling. 

His licks and sucks spurn you to move at a sensual pace, hungry for any and all friction you can grab. His cock is splitting you apart in the best way, and you feel everything as you swivel around in circle after slow circle.

“Slap her ass, Jin.” 

You moan when the man immediately does so. 

And mewl when he does it even harder. 

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

You feel Yoongi’s curses hit your back again, and you swivel your hips around. Knowing you can do more, you glide all the way up and down his pulsing girth, even bringing your hands around to grip your asscheeks before spreading them. 

There’s no telling where this you came from. Maybe it’s the way these two are making you feel, or maybe you’re just completely entranced by their charm. 

Either way, you burst with lust and attraction when you hear Yoongi grit out, 

“So fucking nasty.” 

Right after, Jin snags your chin in his hands before bringing you to his face. “Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl, sweetheart.” 

You manage out a laugh, and you hate hate hate how shy it is. “Me neither,” you admit. “I don’t know what’s happening.” 

“Well.” He kisses you rough before ripping away. “Don’t let us stop you.” 

You shake your head, agreeing to keep whatever the hell this is going. “I won’t.”

“Good.” 

“Lemme have her.” 

Jin peeks out from behind you to scold, “Wait your turn!”

God, they really are roommates. The level of pettiness between them is hilariously childish. 

And to further your point, Yoongi’s complaint makes you burst. “You took all her lip gloss, lemme have this.”

You can’t help but keep your smile intact when Seokjin softly chuckles, snuggling yourself in his creased eyes and bobbing shoulders. When he turns to you, his curve goes diagonal before patting your ass. “Go ahead, baby. Show him how you pity fuck.” 

Your laugh punctures the ceiling, almost drowning out Yoongi’s drawn out, “Wow.”  

But you’re already obliging, whimpering when you feel the loss of Jin’s cock. The level of need you feel should scare you as you make your shaky way over his cut waist, but it doesn’t. Maybe later, you muse as you spot Yoongi sitting on the edge of the mattress, propped up by lazy arms behind him. 

When you arrive between his legs, the blond tosses your phone to Jin. “You better record this,” he drawls. “I recorded her fucking you like a pornstar.” 

“You don’t trust me?” Seokjin holds up the device on a bent knee. “I like seeing her like this.” 

“I’d drink to that,” he agrees, slowly chuckling when you fidget in place. “She’s so fucking good.” 

“Too good.” 

You fold your lips in, waiting for any instructions that Yoongi has, if any. From the looks of things, it seems like he’s just waiting for a bus instead of getting fucked, leaned back and facing Jin instead of you. 

“Uhh.”

He turns to smirk your way, and you know he senses your clench around nothing. “Yes, princess?”

“Do you want me to…?”

“What?”

“You’re not moving.” You aim confusion his way, trying your damned hardest to not look at the silver around his neck. “I don’t know what you want.” 

What’s his game here? You wanna fuck him into next week, but… Is there a reason why he wanted you so suddenly?

He watches you fiddle with the tie before roaming hungry, blown out eyes all the way up to your face. 

“Skirt off.”

Wordlessly, you unzip, slipping it off until it falls. 

“Tie, too.” 

Again, you loosen the accessory, marveling at just how wet it feels before you throw it behind you. 

Finally, all of you are completely naked. And you wonder what both of them are thinking, their collective silence being beaten out by the muffled music downstairs.

When Yoongi says his last request, you shiver.

“Want those tits in my face.”

“Then lie down for me.” 

He follows your command immediately, but not without tugging your upper body down with him. Instantly taking one of your nipples in his mouth, he twists the other, causing you to moan and start sliding onto his cock without further coercion. 

Fuck, you haven’t taken two dicks in succession this way, either. If you thought your mouth had work cut out for it, this is slightly more difficult. 

“Slow down, kitten,” he whispers before taking another nipple in his mouth. “Fuck, you’re still tight after that?” 

You whimper again as he tweaks the other breast, groping the flesh in a rough palm after a light slap. The buildup that you felt on Jin is coming back with more force, and you push through the discomfort purely to feel full again. You need it need it need it.

Bliss again. Fulfilled again.

Yoongi hums before sucking on a nub, and your body is so stimulated that your movements are decided for you, gasps leaving your unhinged jaw as you ride him with thrusts that fill your soul.

“Fuck, doll,” he groans into your chest—a name he’s only given you on a few occasions. You’ve noticed that he only says this when he’s completely gone, so you take this as a sign to thrust yourself onto him harder. Harder. Harder. “Shit!” 

Bending down to attack his neck, you murmur into his skin, “You gonna come?”

“I want to, fuck.” 

“Yeah? You wanna fill me up?” 

“Fuck. You know I do.” 

“Do it. If you aren’t a pussy,” you grit, yanking his ear with your teeth and loving his hisses. 

This always happens with him. No matter how commanding he is, he always gives you room to do what you want. Room to make him a shuddering mess. 

You love being in control. And it seems that Yoongi is the one that understands that on a deeper level than anyone else. Because, you assume, he’s the exact same.

“Fuck me, Min,” you plead, sighing in satisfaction when you feel strong arms flip your positions in a few swift movements.

“Cut the shit and say my name.”

“Yoongi,” you whimper, yelping when he thrusts into you with a long stroke.

“Louder.”

“Yoongi.” You whisper before you feel him hit a spot that activates stars. “Yoongi!”

Your body goes completely limp as he bucks into you at a stunning pace, and your yelps make Jin stroke his cock even faster. 

“My god,” you hear him groan to himself, and you turn your head to see him staring at you instead of through your phone. 

“Eyes on me.”

You flick your gaze upward, moans breathy as you feel his chains swing across your chest. “I’m… So close,” you stutter out, gripping his biceps on each side.

“I feel it.”

“I feel you, too.”

It’s there. Your release. It’s approaching with a vengeance from being denied once, and you know it’s going to consume you whole. 

It’s here. It’s here here here—

“Sit up,” Yoongi suddenly orders before pushing himself up, vacating your cunt in the blink of an eye.

Thrown off, you’re about to yell before he grits out, “Stand up. Feet on the floor.”

Oh, fuck. 

He’s gonna split you open.

“Shit.” 

“Uh huh.” 

Wincing, you move sore thighs from the bed, planting shaky feet on the ground when your hips are gripped. 

Right before Yoongi sits back down on the bed, though, he plants a kiss on your shoulder, and the action almost resets your brain.

But he settles before slowly twisting you, so you can’t really gauge his expression—and if you need to be confused or not.

“Why this now,” you gasp as he tugs you back down onto him again. “You were about to—”

“You’re coming first.” 

“Huh?” 

“Let’s see it, angel,” Seokjin agrees as he slides off the bed. As you see him walk up, he’s still filming from above as he continues, “You first.” 

“Oh.” Why do you feel those stupid butterflies again? Why are both of them a little strange tonight? “Oka—Min!” 

The spank causes Jin to chuckle, and you turn around to pout at a Yoongi winking in amusement. “What was that for?”

“For being too good at this.” 

“What.” 

You feel a hand slap your breast, and you jolt at the pleasure sent to your core. You whip around to regard Jin as he tags on, “He’s right. You sure you aren’t a pro?”

“Are you even tired?”

“I’m fucking exhausted,” you exhale. “I’m just… not a quitter.” 

They both laugh at different levels, and Yoongi observes, “You really don’t wanna lose this bet, huh.” 

…You don’t have the heart to tell him you forgot about it. 

“Something like that.” 

“Get to it then, nasty girl.” Yoongi sits up fully and plants his hands on your hips. “Gimme this wet pussy.” 

“I—fuck!” You fold forward as his thrusts catch you off-guard, your walls back to throbbing and pulsing around his length. 

But there’s no rest because your head is suddenly yanked back.

“Look here, angel,” Jin orders with finality, and you don’t even realize your eyes are so lidded until you try to see him. “Open that mouth wide.”

When you do, both you and Yoongi groan at the way Jin spits on your tongue. 

Fuck—

Stern fingers close around your throat, forcing your upper body still while Yoongi keeps his merciless pace. “Don’t swallow until I say so.” 

Fucking hell. 

You may as well have left the planet entirely, your body no longer yours and entirely theirs and theirs alone. Limp and drunk with lust, you float, the rhythm of your heartbeat matching the thrusts between your folds.

It’s not even you that announces that you’re close to coming. Because aside from guttural breaths, you find that you no longer know any inkling of speech. Instead, you only hear commands. 

“Let them see you come, baby girl.” 

“Ah ah, look right here.” 

As Jin lets go of your airway, your body obeys without a second thought, as if it knows nothing else except the sounds of their voices. Thousands upon thousands of waves pull you under, tugging your eyes far into the reaches of your head. Pulses. Waves. Light. Sound. For a moment, you arrive at the gates of Heaven, waiting on stinging knees to be banished to the deepest circles of Hell. 

“Holy fuck, she’s milking the shit outta me.” 

“I said swallow, angel.” 

You gulp, gasping out a high whine as you keep sucking Yoongi in with force, tears rolling down your sweaty cheeks and feeling shocks all over your limbs. Hot spurts fill your cunt, and you realize what’s happening a lot later than you should have.

And, slowly—in the midst of their casual exchange—you descend back down to reality on quivering legs.

“Good girl.” 

“Did her eyes do that thing?”

“When they roll back? Yeah.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” 

“Holy fuck,” you rasp, leaning forward until Jin gently holds you up. 

And you breathe. And breathe some more. 

It’s strange, how you feel weightless and yet so, so heavy. 

Above you, the words that strike you are a sharp contrast to the hand cradling your head. “Who said you were done?” 

You squeak.

“Back on the bed, princess,” Yoongi confirms, spanking a cheek before slowly lifting you off of his drenched length. When you feel fingers slowly lodge hot cum back into your cunt, you whimper as he growls, “Goddamn… Keep this shit in.” 

“Give me like, two seconds,” you breathe out, twisting and flopping onto your forearms when Yoongi moves. 

Holy shit, you’ll need a miracle to get to your second finish. You don’t even know if your brain is working anymore, relying solely on your body to take over. 

Mercifully, you hear the doorknob jiggle again. Which means one of them has to scare off yet another horny couple.

Seems like it’s Seokjin again. You hear Yoongi right beside your head, assuming he’s on the ground and leaning on the edge of the mattress. “You tapping out?” 

“No,” you quickly deny, exhaling before breathing in again. “Wanna come for both of you.” 

You bury your face into scratchy sheets before giving yourself a few more breaths, faintly hearing a conversation happen at the doorway. When you’re more ready, you lift tired, smeared eyes to see Yoongi staring at you with pride.

“Fucking incredible.” 

Don’t say that. 

“Please,” you brush him off. “I… I know that.” 

He grins, blond hair plastered to his forehead in bunches. When he flicks his gaze above your spent bones, he watches for a second before looking back at you. “You really okay?”

“Mmhmm.” 

“You’ve done this before, right?”

“Only once. You?”

“Once or twice,” he clearly undersells.

“I like it.”

Yoongi offers the smallest smile, reaching to brush a thumb over your cheek. “I can see that.”

Why is he so different tonight? Does he think you need this level of affection right now? Have you really gotten soft for him or is this the bliss tampering with your feelings? You bite your lip to keep from grinning, flinching when he lightly slaps you before gripping your chin in his wet fingers. 

“Such a pretty whore.” 

Yes. This is better. Stay out of that touchy territory. “So are you.” 

“Thanks.” 

Seokjin’s hand comes down on your ass in a playful spank, and you launch forward from the shock of it alone. “Jin, what the fuck!” 

“Ah, you are alive.”

Oh, you are going to fight both of them. For several rounds. “You could’ve just as—” 

Another spank to your other cheek tugs out a moan, and Jin quips as Yoongi chuckles, “This is much more fun. You okay now, sweetheart?”

“Unfortunately.” 

“Now I’m hurt.” 

Laughing, you roll over exhausted muscles and spread your legs just a bit. “I’ll make it better.” 

Thoroughly satisfied, Jin positions himself above you, another set of jewelry swaying over your chest. “In that case,” he puffs against your face before sitting on his haunches, tugging your sore as fuck thighs above his taut muscles. “I’m heartbroken.” 

You can only whimper as he slaps your filled cunt with his cock before pushing inside, and you wince while accommodating him as best as you can. 

“Breathe, angel.” 

“Sorry,” you gasp. “So fucking full.”

“You take it so well. Just relax.” 

“Mmhmm.” 

Once pleasure leaks into your cunt instead, you feel unbelievable. You would’ve thought the opposite after taking in Yoongi so roughly, but Seokjin is rubbing against all the right places and shocking you back to life. 

Holy shit, he feels good. Too too good. His cock keeps hitting a spot that springs stars to your eyes, and you can’t decide whether to watch him or slam your eyelids tight from too much pleasure. 

When you pick the first option, you regret it immediately, groaning at his gold hitting his taut chest with every fast stroke. His eyes are completely entranced by your pussy getting reamed, and you can only assume how filthy it must look from his angle. How terribly, wonderfully filthy.

“I knew it would miss me,” he slowly chuckles. “It knew who to wait for.” 

“Annoying,” Yoongi mutters, and you loll your head sideways to send the disgruntled cameraman a grin. 

As your body rocks with Jin’s thrusts, your curve devolves into a lip bite, and you suddenly wonder how fucked out you must look in the recording. Frankly, you can’t wait to see the movies. You might get yourself off to them more times than you will ever admit.

“Look at me.”

You furrow your brows at the camera lens. “I am.” 

“At me.”

What? 

…Does Yoongi mean himself? 

Warily obliging, you lock eyes with him as he keeps holding your phone. 

And you almost regret it. Because why the hell is he looking at you like that? 

It’s making your chest cave in. Your heart is starting to expand in two different directions. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Destroy the moment. 

Panting and arching upward when Jin palms one of your nipples, you gasp, “Lemme suck you off.” 

Yoongi snags the bait. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” 

“If you’re gonna do that,” Jin interjects, yanking himself out of your wet core with a squelch. “Hands and knees, angel.” 

Fuck. The moment you’ve anticipated the most is just in reach. 

You may actually hit your second wave, and it might be even stronger than the first. It damn well might take you out completely.

As you force yourself over and up on all fours, you feel the bed dip as Yoongi gets in front of fuck Seokjin is wasting no time in sheathing himself again. Shit, he feels divine from this position, his balls tapping your clit and making your dirty soul sing.

And though you can’t see Yoongi through shut eyes, you can certainly smell him. The scent is heady, offensively, distinctly sexual. 

Goddamn, all of you made this room filthy as fuck.

Finally, you peel your eyes open to see him stroking himself, instinctively leaning forward to lick the salty bead of liquid at his tip. When he hums, you realize with heated cheeks what the mixed flavor on your tongue is supposed to be. 

Because of all the things you’ve done tonight, that is the one that makes you embarrassed.

Another lick. 

“Fuck...” 

You’re about to be completely filled, and the thought alone coaxes drool from your mouth and onto some poor guy’s sheets. Giggling and virtually high off lust, you wrap fingers around Yoongi to offer some slick strokes of your own, taking him and moaning around his ridges. 

“Get her ass, Jin.”

Seokjin’s thrusts suddenly go deep and fast as he grips your hips with strength, and your abrupt screams are completely muffled by Yoongi’s cock. As you’re launched forward, you take more of him in, and your mind utterly and completely blanks. 

You’ve never felt so euphoric. So gone. So separated from earth and existence entirely. 

Being filled to the brim is doing things to you that you never thought possible. Connection to one person is already fulfilling to you. But two? Having two people ravishing you like you’re their last thread to reality makes your head spin until it never stops. 

You’re close. Fuck, you’re so fucking close already and you know that Jin can feel it. Hands grip your hips impossibly hard before he stutters out,

“Fuck, angel, you—fuck!” 

Yoongi catches on immediately, his voice gravelly and volcanic as he speaks, “Gonna come one more time?”

You can only offer a hum around him, causing him to groan before commanding quick, “Then look here, kitten. Uh uh, at me.” 

As you gaze up, you see the light of the camera shining on your face, still wondering how the fuck being recorded turns you on tenfold. 

It’s enough to fling you off the ledge completely. 

Everything crashes and crumbles down as you milk Jin impossibly hard, and you yell when Yoongi shoves into your loosened mouth as far as he can. When you take him all in, his lustful breath pours over you in a wave, matching the ones battering you against your own merciless shore. 

Pulse after pulse wracks your body as you shudder around the two of them, and you feel all your hands and legs giving out. Jin’s cum squirts into you, again and again, and you’ve never felt so dirty and beautiful in your goddamned life. 

When Yoongi rips himself from your mouth, you grasp for all the air in the world as you sink into the sheets, and Jin slides out of you with a groan. 

Holy shit, you are full down there. 

You crumple onto the mattress, labored breaths mixing with theirs as they both follow you in seconds. 

Yoongi’s pants are shallow as you watch sweat drip from his bangs, and you can feel Jin’s hot puffs on your back.

And no words are spoken for seconds. And seconds.

And seconds.

It’s Jin that swallows before rasping out first, “You okay?”

You exhale before gulping in more air. “Mmhmm.”

“Neither of y’all… better pass out,” Yoongi pants. “I need you… to carry me out when I do.”

Lazily, you swat his slick arm. “I’m leaving you if that happens.”

“Same. I got a tourney tomorrow.”

Huh? Jin has a whole ass tournament and decided to do this? “Wait, really?”

“Yoongi has a lab in six hours, too.” 

“Dude.”

“What?” Why did they both decide to do this with you? They clearly shouldn’t have. “Why did you both…”

“Don’t worry about us, angel.”

“We couldn’t let you lose.” 

“Thanks…” You gnaw on your lip, shyly adding on something you’ve been thinking about ever since getting into this godforsaken room with them, “But don’t get mad if I don’t end up showing them.”

“Huh?”

“What.”

“I think… I think they’ll legitimately hate me if I do,” you explain, expecting the reactions that you got from both sprawled out men. “They wanna fuck y’all so bad.”

“Of course they do.” 

“I fucked one of them, but. It was mid.”

“Well goddamn,” you laugh, raspy and pitied. Damn, your entire body—inside and out—is gonna be sore for days. “Don’t tell me which one.” 

“Do whatever you want with the videos,” Jin cuts in before gently stroking your back. “But I want them.”

“Fuckin’ same.”

Both of them want the recordings? You heard Seokjin say he wants one, but Yoongi, too? 

Interesting. Even more interesting that you feel like you can trust both of them to respect what you want. 

“Okay,” you sigh. “But don’t share them just yet.”

“Are you kidding? I’m shy.”

You pretend to elbow a chuckling Jin when Yoongi comments,

“They’ll just have to believe us when we say it happened.” 

Very, very interesting. 

“Deal,” you agree, hissing when moving your leg a mere millimeter makes you wince. “Fuck, I can’t even move. I dunno how I’m getting home.”

“I drove,” Seokjin notes as Yoongi runs a hand along your arm. “We can take you.” 

“K.”

The blond manages to lift his head to launch a comment over your body, “Damn, we should’ve just done this at our place.”

And as you feel soft fingers caress your back again, Seokjin responds with something that shocks and excites you all the same,

“Next time.” 

Spent. Exhausted. Completely satisfied and fulfilled. 

These are dangerous positions to be in when you’re grappling with a myriad of feelings. If you could go back in time, you’d laugh at yourself for thinking this could be done without entertaining emotions. Scoff at how cocky you were just to think that it was possible. 

But… you’d also simply watch past you from afar. Watch with a knowing gaze how you came into this house with a lot less to think about, but also a little less direction. 

Later, you’ll have quite a few things to sort out. For now, you allow yourself to admit a couple truths. 

Like the fact that you’ll lose this stupid bet. 

And the fact that you might like both of the people that helped you.

“Exactly,” you hum through a smile. “Next time.”

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Jiminnn [3:09am]: fuck

Jiminnn [3:09am]: hobi and i just heard from yoongi

Jiminnn [3:10am]: if you’re ever down for another round

Jiminnn [3:10am]: let us know

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jungkook recs 2

one shots y series sin terminar

INCOMPLETAS

SERIES

Dilf Iinstalments - @mercurygguk

SYNOPSIS. this series follows jungkook’s life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!

GENRE. established relationship, smut/angst/fluff

♡ an ode to a broken heart - @smoochkooks

pairing ↠ jeon jungkook x reader

SYNOPSIS. you’ve watched jeon jungkook slip out of your reach your entire life. now it’s time for you to finally move on, bury the past and open a new chapter. however, you’re doing it in your own, unconventional way - by publishing anonymously a novel about your miserable relationship.

GENRE. unrequited love, best friends to (?), heavy angst, future smut

Colour Me In - @taegularities

pairing ↠ artist/fuckboy!Jungkook x reader

SYNOPSIS. Jungkook's door only opens for you when there's a barter: a trade of lust and haze. But today you knock for something more, as intriguing as it is frightening – and you hope it doesn't close his door forever.

GENRE. fwb, fake dating, college!au; fluff, angst, smut

Our Beloved Summer - @jeonqkooks

pairing ↠ producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader

SYNOPSIS. You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

GENRE. exes to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, eventual smut; individual warnings for each part

Gold Is Dull - @kookluvre

pairing ↠ jeon jungkook x female reader

SYNOPSIS. your once-love abandoned you to chase his dreams as a boxer, leaving you and unknowingly, at the time, his son. as much as you want to forget him, you can't. you see him on the billboard, tv commercials, and in your son's room, reminding you of everything you once were.

GENRE. boxer!jk, dilf!jk, single mom! oc, heavy angst, ex-boyfriend, eventual smut, fluff

Bloodline - @jjkeverlast

pairing ↠ fuckboy!jk x fuckgirl!f.reader

SYNOPSIS. a relationship was the last thing you wanted, but having wild and experimenting sex? now that was something, and jeon jungkook is there to give you simply that. as long as either catch feelings... but that won't be hard for you knowing you'd never go for a guy like jungkook, although jungkook might have another opinion about you. let the (fun) begin!

GENRE. slow burn, smut , humor, angst and college au.

All I Want - @sxtaep

pairing ↠ fuckboy!jk x textbooknerd!reader

SYNOPSIS. you fall into the temptation of fucking your best friend, aka the biggest fuckboy on campus.

GENRE. bf2l, smut, angst, fluff, dom!jk, sub!reader, annoying jk, awkwardness, tension, some pining, teasing, making out

Tears Dry - @codebts

pairing ↠ jungkook x reader, ft. eunwoo

SYNOPSIS. he walks away, the sun goes down. he takes the day, but i’m grown. and in your grey, in this cool shade, my tears dry on their own.

GENRE. smut, angst; hybrid au, university au; one-sided love

♡ Hustlers - @jinconda

pairing ↠ Jungkook x Reader

SYNOPSIS. When Jeongguk’s girlfriend, Jihyo is taken by the Daechwita gang, everyone’s friendships are tested as Jeongguk does anything in pursuit of getting her back.

GENRE. : violence, killing , graphic themes, dark themes, swearing, angst.

Dilf jk series - @venusiangguk

pairing ↠ jungkook x reader / dilf jk x grocery store clerk oc

SYNOPSIS. you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you

GENRE. strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, smut, fluff

♡ For What Its Worth - @citrustan

pairing ↠ student!reader x crush!jungkook

SYNOPSIS. you make an awful revelation about your crush of two years.

GENRE. angst, fluff (this comes in a bit later), light smut, college

♡ Love Lies - @kooktrash

HIATUS

pairing ↠ jungkook x reader

SYNOPSIS. an arrogant womanizer who’s spent his life numb to love. an unlovable romantic who’s been hurt one too many times. he’s your friend’s ex boyfriend but he tells you he wants you. he’s obsessive and you’re not as much of a victim as you make yourself out to be. you’ll both do whatever it takes to get what you want.

GENRE. angst. smut. future yandere jungkook. college student au. rich kid jungkook. f!reader. unhealthy attachment.. slutshaming. toxic friendships. implied emotional trauma from both ends

Paired and Pierced - @yoon-kooks

pairing ↠ hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader(

SYNOPSIS.  When your professor assigns a collaborative midterm project, you’re paired up with Jeon Jungkook, the quiet grumpy smartass who keeps to himself and doesn’t fuck with popular kids like you. If you can win him over, he might give you a taste of the tatted and pierced body he’s carefully tucked away beneath those

GENRE.  smut, fluff, college!au

The Hit List - @whoretan

pairing ↠ Fuckboy!JK, introvert!Reader

SYNOPSIS. The Bangtan Frat is known for its prestige reputation of top GPAs, hosting the hottest most qualified students in the country, and above all: their undefeated list of heartbreaks. What happens when one of the seven ends up drunkenly at your doorstep?

GENRE. Smut (Future), emphasize on the Angst, and Romance

♡ Polarity - @darkestcorners

pairing ↠ yandere!jungkook x (f) reader

SYNOPSIS. Your best friend’s new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you…

GENRE. toxic relationships, unhealthy and obsessive behavior , mentions of mental health, manipulation, blackmail, cheating,

This Is Us - @btsgotjams27

pairing ↠ jungkook x f!reader

SYNOPSIS. after fighting to be in a relationship with jungkook, you begin to wonder if it's all worth it.

GENRE. drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap. cheating

If you love someone, say it - @letsstargaze

pairing ↠ jungkook x reader

SYNOPSIS. jungkook and you made a promise to each other five years ago, one you feared he would keep. now that the promise was close to being broken, shouldn't you feel relieved? why is it he's the happiest he's ever been, and you're wishing you were anywhere but here?

GENRE. angst, implied s*x, mentions of alcohol use.

♡ Ecstasy - @gdjyho

pairing ↠ jungkook x female reader

SYNOPSIS. jungkook fucks the reader completely dumb. you need him so bad. you can’t help it

GENRE. cheating, side chick au

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UPCOMING

Wrong Time - @spideyjimin

SYNOPSIS. meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. but here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company. at that exact moment, he realizes that the two of you fell in love at the wrong time but is now the right time?  

GENRE. parent au, exes to lovers, ceo au, angst, fluff, and smut

Over Wine - @koocycle

pairing ↠ husband! jungkook x ex-model! fem reader

SYNOPSIS. designer dresses, spa weekends and rare wines are no longer enough to keep your marriage afloat. with your husband gone from home and a marriage standing on shaky grounds, you stumble back to your neglected career in the hopes it’ll fulfill the void in your life. you’re ready to take the risk this time, whether that is with the emerald cut diamond around your ring finger, or without.

GENRE. rich couple! au, established relationship! au, married couple! au, semi sugar daddy! au, suburban couple! au, angst, fluff and smut.

TO BE READ

ONE SHOT

The Lines Between Us - @chateautae

pairing ↠ detective!jungkook x detective!reader

SYNOPSIS. you’re detective partners who hate each other’s guts and everyone knows it. what they don’t know however, is that there’s so much more between the lines, and he knows damn well how to rearrange your guts too.

GENRE. detective!au, partner!jungkook, e2l!au, fwb!au, slight fantasy!au, one-shot, smut, angst

SERIES

The Rule Book - @another-army-spot

pairing ↠ Jungkook x reader

SYNOPSIS. Despite being the notorious fuck girl on campus, you have morals and values that you stick to with a solid set of rules.  One of your rules excludes Golden Boy, Jungkook, from ever getting a chance with you, much to both of your dismay.  And he intends to change that, with one really irresistible bet. 

GENRE. friends-to-lovers, college!au, softfuckboy!jk, fuckgirl!oc, fraternity!au, eventual smut 

INCOMPLETA

Chasing Pavements

hiatus

pairing ↠ dad!jk/married!jk/bff!jk x reader (ft. taehyung) 

SYNOPSIS. But tonight, Jungkook is taking a different route. One that does not lead to his home, but to your apartment building instead. He never takes it unless it’s Friday, the day he drops Sunhi off in your care for a few hours while he pretends he wants to fix whatever marital issues he has.

GENRE. f2l, angst, unrequited feelings au, sad stuff, future smut, cheating

Hate At First Weeb

pairing ↠ weeb!jungkook x weeb!reader

SYNOPSIS. You just want to weeb in peace but your annoying downstairs neighbour just won’t let you bREATHE.

GENRE. college au, e2l, weeb!reader, weeb!jungkook, weeb!jimin, jimin is lgbt, taehyung is lgbt

You Belong With Me - @joonscroll

pairing ↠ jungkook x reader

SYNOPSIS. you’ve been in love with jungkook since the moment you first saw him. he's always seen you as a friend. watching him date other girls and having to pretend you’re not in love with him is killing you.  

GENRE. : angst, fluff

#jungkook #bts recs #jungkook recs #jeon jungkook

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Jungkook Fic Recs

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Academic Rivals & Nerd AU (03/12/2022)

All Time Favorite Fics (14/01/2023)

Angst with Fuckgirl!OC (20/06/2022)

Angsty Pining Fics (19/06/2022)

Assassin/Mafia/Bad OC (07/08/2022)

Bartender/Restaurant Related (16/08/2023)

Bet AU (29/04/2023)

Bodyguard!Jungkook AU (18/06/2022)

Brooklyn 99 AU (07/08/2022)

Christmas Reverse Grumpy x Sunshine (26/11/2023)

CEO AU (13/06/2022)

Disabled/Patient Reader (11/07/2022)

Emotionally Constipated!Jungkook (28/03/2022)

Fight within an Established Relationship (22/11/2022)

Gamer/Streamer and Skater AU (24/11/2022)

Grumpy x Sunshine (25/03/2023)

Himbo/Whipped Boyfriend (07/04/2023)

Hockey Player!Jungkook (05/01/2024)

Humiliation Kink Smut (07/05/2022)

Inexperienced!OC/Jungkook (11/01/2024)

Jealousy (23/12/2023)

Jungkook hates the reader at first (08/08/2022)

Long One Shots/Series (27/02/2023)

Love Letters (24/07/2022)

Nerd AU (18/04/2023)

Not so well paid off!OC (13/06/2022)

Orphanage AU (29/09/2022)

Period Era AU (10/12/2022)

Prince/Princess AU (01/11/2022)

Rebel!OC & Shy/Reserved!Jungkook (19/06/2022)

Royalty AU (24/06/2022)

Single Mom AU (17/06/2022)

Twitch Streamer/YouTuber (15/07/2022)

Unrequited Love AU (12/07/2022)

#jjk list

[brown-bi-beautiful]

Baby Boy (Teaser)

College au

Pairing: nerd! Jungkook x fuckgirl! reader

MINORS DNI

Genre: strangers to lovers? smut, fluff, a little angst

Estimated words: 15-20k

Summary : You are bored with all of the boys on your campus and now you want the new toy except...the new toy doesn't want you.

Warnings: Jungkook hates reader at the beginning 😭😭😭, Jungkook is an asshole to her, reader and her friends are low-key mean girls, reader and her friends objectify Jungkook a lot (red flag right there), reader is kind of the s word, slutshaming, angst (but it's like very tolerable), SMUT (FURTHER WILL BE ADDED IN THE ACTUAL FIC)

Release date- July - August

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Mr. Aitken's lecture was interrupted by the creaking sound of the large lecture hall door swinging open. In walked a boy with fluffy hair and clothes that seemed too big for him, drawing everyone's attention.

"I'm so sorry for interrupting you, is this Ancient Mesopotamia with Mr. Fergus Aitken?" The boy asked in a voice so low and if it wasn't so silent in the class you wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Yes, it is. Now, hurry up and take your seat. You're wasting my time," the old man grumbled, prompting the boy to rush and nervously find a place to sit. You observed him with curiosity as he settled in the only available seat, which happened to be in the third row directly in front of you.

From the little you could see of his face, you certainly liked it. He seemed younger than you, or maybe it was his dressing style and demeanor that gave off that impression. There was an aura of innocence and cuteness about him that caught your attention. If it weren't for the classroom setting, you would already be approaching him.

While you had no reservations sleeping with any attractive man, Jimin always insisted that you have a type. He believed you had a soft spot for spoiling cute and innocent boys. Boys who seemed inexperienced in the field, boys you could teach, boys who looked like they've never seen pussy in their life, boys like him.

Your best friend seemed to have caught on to the expression on your face, and with a knowing smirk, he nudged you playfully.

"I thought you said you were done with college boys."

"That was before I knew somebody this cute goes here. Who the hell is he?" You asked, genuinely curious about the boy who just walked in.

"Why do you think I know everybody in this college?"

"Because you're a gossip girl."

"You don't complain when I give you the gossips."

"I'm sorry, is my lecture interrupting your conversation, Mr. Park, Ms. __," a thickly accented voice interjected, breaking your conversation with Jimin. You glanced up and noticed that all eyes, including those of the new boy, were on you. This time, you got a full view of his face, and you were taken aback by his beauty. His big doe eyes gazed back at you, his lips set in a natural pout, and his fluffy hair, partially restrained by a black bandana, almost concealed his stunning features. To call him merely pretty would be disrespectful towards him; he was absolutely gorgeous.

*******

"Guess who has a new crush," Jimin exclaimed the moment you both stepped into the cafe where you and your friends usually hung out. And by hung out you meant practically lived.

"Shut up. It's not a crush," you defended yourself, settling down on the couch and playfully nudging your friend with your butt to make some space for yourself.

"Sure. It's not a crush." Jimin mocked.

"Wait, I wanna know. Who is it?" Riley exclaimed excitedly, leaving her boyfriend Hobi's lap to move closer to you, eager to hear all the details. "Please don't tell me it's that guy from the other night. He's been telling people that he dumped you because you're bad at giving head."

"Ew, no," you protested. "It's not a crush or anything. Jimin loves to overreact. It's just this guy I noticed in class today. It was his first time with Mr. Aitken; otherwise, I think I would have noticed him before. He's just really cute, that's all."

"Wait cute as in 'charming-flirty cute' or cute as in 'you could spread him on a toast and eat' cute." Jennie chipped in on your conversation.

"Knowing her, I bet it's the latter." Said Hoseok.

"I'm not answering that." You said as the waitress, Robin, came with your usual coffee order and you thanked her with a smile.

Everybody looked at Jimin expectantly knowing if you didn't answer he would and he looked at you with a smirk, clearly enjoying every second of this.

"Definitely the latter."

*******

"I'm- I'm sorry... I got lost- I'll just... Leave." Jungkook hurriedly picked up his books from the ground and rushed to get out of there.

Before you knew it you were pushing away the guy in front of you and without any explanation to him you rushed after Jungkook.

"Hey, wait," you called after him and he froze on the spot. When you finally approached him you gave him a sweet smile.

"I-I-said I'm sorry."

"Oh no, it's ok. You just said you're lost?" Jungkook looked at you in confusion. Did you actually just leave your make out session to ask him that?

"Ummm.. yeah, I recently started having classes in this sector and I was... looking for Abnormal Psych with Mr Hastings."

"I know where that class is, come I'll walk you."

"It's not necessary," Jungkook looked at the ground in order to not make any eye contact.

"I insist. By the way I'm," you introduced yourself and offered him your hand which he looked at hesitantly for a few seconds but didn't shake. You were a little hurt but didn't show it in your face "And you are?"

"Jeon Jungkook." His voice was lower than you expected.

*******

"Do you want to get coffee sometime?" You asked, looking up at him with a smile.

Jungkook panicked at your question. You wanted to have coffee with him? You wanted to have coffee with him? But why? Probably so that your little posse of friends can make fun of him.

"No thanks." Jungkook's rejection caught you off guard, and it was an unfamiliar feeling to be on the receiving end of such a response. Doubts crept into your mind, wondering if he had misunderstood you or if there was some miscommunication between you two.

"No, I'm asking you out on a coffee."

"I- I know," He said, "I don't want to."

Feeling beyond shock the only thing that left your mouth was "Why?"

"I don't date girls like you." And with that he quickly went inside the lecture room leaving a very shocked you outside.

*******

"Shh... If you don't make a noise nobody, would know." You murmured against Jungkook's lips which were now shining with your pink gloss. You were slowly pumping his cock that was now hard and hot against your hand.

"But w-what if some-somebody walks in." He stuttered, clearly overwhelmed by the pleasure you were bringing him.

"Don't worry, nobody comes to this part of the library. Trust me." Jungkook seemed to have trusted your words as he calmed down just a little.

"Now, do you want me to make you cum?" He hesitantly nodded and you happily sunk down on your knees to take him in your mouth.

When your warm wet lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, Jungkook realises how hard it was going to be to stay silent

"You cuming, baby boy?"

*******

A/n: if you wanna get tagged in this fic send me an ask or comment here.

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wanda maximoff fic recs

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⑅୨୧* sorority!wanda blurb wanda maximoff x reader | fluff

-sorority!wanda being a mean girl in front of everyone but being the softest girlfriend ever in private?

⑅୨୧* four-eyes wanda maximoff x reader | fluff, mentions of violence

-Having just ran out of contacts, Y/n has to resort to wearing glasses around the compound for the time being. Knowing she’d get teased by her loving teammates, she wasn’t looking forward to it. But her girlfriend, Wanda, might feel differently.

⑅୨୧* dreaming of you wanda maximoff x reader | minors dni! angst with happy ending, some fluff, college au!wanda maximoff x reader, artist!reader, wanda is in love, cheating, mentions of drinking, toxic boyfriend named tyler bc i didn’t know what else to name him, one smut scene; top!wanda, bottom!reader, oral and fingering (r receiving), praise kink

-while being constantly ignored by your boyfriend, wanda decides to keep you company for the night and eventually, for the rest of the weeks that follow, wanting more than just sex with you and vows to show you the kind of love you truly deserve.

⑅୨୧* are you a devil or an angel? wanda maximoff x reader | 18+!!! smut, mommy wanda, d/s, strap-ons, ass groping, halloween costumes w short skirts, degradation kind of

-kitchen strap-on sex on halloween

⑅୨୧* ITS BRIGHTER NOW wanda maximoff x reader | mentions of battle, injury, anxiety, overall just fluff and comfort for arguably the best avengers and their girlfriend

-until you met your girls, you once believed love would be burning red, but it turns out, it’s everything in between, and that couldn’t be more golden. i wanna be defined by the things that i love, not the things i hate, not the things that i’m afraid of, not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night, i just think that you are what you love

⑅୨୧* off limits wanda maximoff x fem!reader | minors dni please. college au!, fuckgirl!sorority president!wanda, dom!wanda, jealousy, possessiveness, bottom!reader, smut! – mirror sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, fingering, marking/hickeys

-wanda hates the way everyone is ogling at you, and makes sure to remind everyone that you are, very much, off limits.

⑅୨୧* kept and wanted wanda maximoff x reader | 18+, minors DNI; smut; fingering (r giving); lowkey Wanda manipulating the situation because she got everyone out of the house?; pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby); semi-clothed sex; good gay lap sits; probably other things that I'm forgetting rn but literally just.. more of my sorority!AU stuff

-Wanda heard of your crush, but you never acted on it. That was fine until she saw you talking to other girls, then it became her job to take you away before anyone else could.

⑅୨୧* morning grumpy witch wanda maximoff x reader | all fluff with Avengers being a family and Wanda being a simp.

-The one where moody Emo!Wanda has a bad morning, but luckily, she also has a soft spot saved for her girlfriend.

⑅୨୧* it's our party sorority!wanda maximoff x reader | swear words, mentions of alcohol, and slight angst

-sorority president Wanda Maximoff, who you also happen to have a huge crush on, invites you to the biggest party of the year. What could possibly go wrong?

⑅୨୧* under the sky of glass protective!wanda maximoff x reader | The reader has a panic attack, so tw for those who are triggered by panic attacks.

⑅୨୧* mayday wanda maximoff x reader

-You and Wanda are paired on a mission and it ends a little sideways.

⑅୨୧* between the sheets wanda maximoff x fem!reader | smut

-Having a little 'alone time' while your roommate was at work seemed like a great way to relieve some stress. What could go wrong?

⑅୨୧* envy in your eyes wanda maximoff x fem!reader | hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending

-wanda has been distant lately and you don’t know why. One day, you attend a gala in place of your colleague and find her with Vision. What does it all mean? 

⑅୨୧* ashes of absolution wanda maximoff x witch!reader | murder, descriptions of people burning and dying and blood, praise, foreplay (finger stuff), this is set way back when so no modern times here, established relationship.

-there's no line wanda wouldn’t cross to protect you.

⑅୨୧* love language wanda maximoff x fem!civilianreader | just some fluff. Mentions of hearing loss and sign languages.

-After Thanos, Wanda retires, along with a long term effect from all the missions she had and then she met you.

⑅୨୧* maybe you were the ocean wanda maximoff x gn!reader | heavy angst, character death, bittersweet ending

-wanda was... an open-ended chapter in your life.

⑅୨୧* sweetheart wanda maximoff x fem!reader | minors dni. smut!!, bit of angst?, kinda fluffy towards the end, milf!wanda, mommy!dom!wanda, babysitter!reader, bottom!reader, unspecified age gap, jealousy, mommy kink, fingering (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, mutual pining.

-constant stress had filled the gaps in wanda’s life after her ex-husband left the family and balancing work and her kids had started to take a toll on her. in search of relief, wanda hires you as a babysitter, not knowing she’d be falling for you.

⑅୨୧* mess is mine milf!wanda maximoff x reader | language, brief smut, divorced ladies who are very still much in love with each other, unspecified age gap, marriage going wrong, hopeful ending, mild angst, fluff

-being divorced from wanda maximoff implies never getting over her.

⑅୨୧* a beautiful mess wanda maximoff x f!reader | college AU; Nat x Yelena x Sibling!R Wanda is a bit of a Fuckboy, aka, Angst -> Fluff | Themes of Insecurity | Violence/Injury, smut

-Wanda is a bit of a Fuckboy

⑅୨୧* fear, hope and guilt wanda maximoff x reader | angst

-wanda finds out that you're pregnant in the hospital while you fight for your life.

⑅୨୧* edge of the pool milf!neighbor!wanda x fem!reader | SMUT, MINORS DNI. age gap, pool sex, semi-public sex? i mean it's in Wanda's backyard?, fingering, oral, choking, mommy kink, strap-on.

-you moved into a nice neighborhood during the winter. Ms. Maximoff, your neighbor, has recently had a pool installed.

⑅୨୧* don't keep to yourself wanda maximoff x reader

-wanda is still scared of her powers and being close to reader but reader isn’t scared at all and kisses her hands to prove it (like vision does) and make it so fluffy please

⑅୨୧* the world won't stop for us wanda maximoff x reader

-wanda and reader waking up on the morning they have to go to wakanda (during infinity war). neither of them are eager get out of bed.

⑅୨୧* the world won’t stop for us; part two wanda maximoff x reader | blood, r is stabbed, death (tony and natasha), cursing, 1.4k

-getting blipped back was, without a doubt, the most disorienting thing you had ever experienced. one minute you had turned to dust, holding onto wanda - who had started turning to dust moments after you had - as if it would keep you there. the next, you were brought back, sitting on the same ground in wakanda with wanda, except vision’s body was gone, and the seasons had changed.   part one

⑅୨୧* not now, not ever wanda maximoff x reader | blood, R was stabbed, cursing, 2.1k

-reader and wanda spend a month on a mission together, going from hotel room to hotel room and sleeping in the same bed. reader gets hurt because she does something stupid and wanda is mad at her, but they have a hard time staying away from each other.

⑅୨୧* so scarlett it was wanda maximoff x reader

-wanda was the most intriguing girl you ever met. and she liked you, but people always leave.

⑅୨୧* you make a great fake girlfriend wanda maximoff x reader | language, sexual situations? (no smut tho), casual drinking

-“agent Y/l/n, mr. rogers and ms. romanoff have requested your presence in the office.”

⑅୨୧* (she will always be) a broken girl wanda x fem!reader | lots of cursing, smoking, drinking, very brief mentions of smut, mentions of physical parental abuse, mentions of homophobia, angst, fluff, 14k

-life away from home is good, and you're studying at the college of your dreams; however, your new neighbor is loud, irritating and a person who doesn't respect boundaries. and, also, is your ex-girlfriend from high school, wanda maximoff.

⑅୨୧* feud wanda maximoff x reader | some domestic fluff, 1k

-“I thought you loved me, Wanda.”

⑅୨୧* bulletproof (4/10) wanda maximoff x gn!reader | 2.6k+, light angst, mutual pining, unresolved sexual tension, enemies to lovers to enemies, gay disasters

-there's a new recruit who seems to have taken a liking to you. If things were normal between you and Wanda, maybe she wouldn’t feel so…threatened.

⑅୨୧* meant to be yours wanda maximoff x fem!reader | angst, fluff, pining that is a lot more mutual than it seems to either of you, mentions of marital issues, sorority!wanda & milf!wanda (best of both worlds), doctor doom makes his grand entrance, 14K

-nearly eight years after your breakup with her, you meet Wanda again when she enrolls her children at the preschool you work at, evoking a multitude of old feelings and regrets.

⑅୨୧* show off wanda maximoff & gn!reader | MINORS DNI, smut, fluff, possessiveness a little, mentions of voyeurism, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, aftercare, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!afab!reader, 2.4k

-wanda has a difficult time keeping her hands to herself during a movie night with you and your friends.

⑅୨୧* matriarchal disturbance sub!wanda maximoff & fem!dom!reader | MINORS DNI, smut, angst, fluff, family issues, infidelity, age gap, strap-ons, cunnilingus, spanking, hair-pulling, praise, degradation, slight cnc, impact play, mention of somnophilia, mommy kink

-iryna maximoff pays her daughter a visit, and wanda must learn to balance living with her ever-complicated mother while navigating her rocky relationship with you, her stepdaughter.

⑅୨୧* shower thoughts wanda maximoff x fem!reader | 18+ ONLY; MINORS+MEN DNI. not proof read. masturbation, exhibitionism but like in private?, top!wanda, degradation, kind of praise?, shower sex, heavy orgasm control, vibrators, oral (r receiving), fingering (both), etc etc you get all that. this is smutty, 1.4k

-wanda just kinda ✨punishing✨ you

⑅୨୧* endlessly wanda maximoff x reader

-you’ll learn to like your coffee black, if it means forgetting the way her blood stained your hands.

⑅୨୧* new family wanda maximoff x fem!Reader x natasha romanoff | pregnant!reader, smut, and cursing, 6k

-your wives help you through your pregnancy. no matter how hard it gets for the three of you.

⑅୨୧* love language wanda maximoff x fem!civilianreader | fluff, mentions of hearing loss, sign languages.

-after thanos, wanda retires, along with a long term effect from all the missions she had and then she met you.

⑅୨୧* are you an angel or devil? wanda maximoff x reader | 18+!!! smut, mommy wanda, d/s, strap-ons, ass groping, halloween costumes w short skirts, degradation kind of, 1.1k

-kitchen strap-on sex on halloween

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