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bteezxyewriter12 · 11 hours ago
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In the Studio/ 2
Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader
Word count- 3.5k
Includes- sex, sex from behind, shower sex, oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, fluff
Tag list- @jaxxmine @xuxibelle
@delightfulmoonbanana @mingtina @yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe
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Two months later
Hongjoong POV
My phone goes off, ringing for the sixth time in half an hour
"Sss... shouldn't you get that?", she asks
Uh definitely not
"No jagi", I answer, my movements not stopping as I fuck her hard from behind
"But-"
"Not until you give me one more", I tell her
I want to feel her cum around me again
I quickly became addicted to them, making her cum as much as she can before I do
This next one will be the fifth one for today
And I want it badly
Thrusting inside her, I revel in the feeling of her pussy sucking me back in, throbbing so fast and so hard around my cock, giving me mind blowing pleasure
After that first time in my studio, I can't get enough of her
She kept her promise, that time wasn't the only time
I still eat her out, she still blows me but now we fucked every time
And we've moved things from my studio to her apartment
The guys don't know about us and I just tell them I'm gonna be in the studio all night
It's not a total lie, I do go to the studio but I leave and go to her apartment
Where we fuck like bunnies and sleep
She's fucking wild and her sex drive matches mine
Her stamina matches mine
We fucked everywhere in my studio, everywhere in her apartment
All different positions but by far my favorite is when she rides me
I've never been fucked so good in my life
And for the first time in my life, I'm only fucking one girl
Just her
I don't want anyone other girl, just her
I crave her, I need her
I have to have her
Slamming her cunt over and over, she screams my name, coming on my cock, her cream all over me
"Hongjoong!"
The ecstasy blinds me as I sheath my cock inside her, shooting cum deep inside her, yelling her name
"Joanne fuck. So good jagi"
She milks me for all my cum and I gladly give it to her
When I pull out, she falls face down on her pillow, her pretty body so sweaty
I lay down next to her to catch my breath and my fucking phone goes off again
I know why I'm getting so many calls
We're performing tonight and I'm already an hour late
"Answer it Joong"
"I know what it's about", I answer
"What?"
"It's Seonghwa or Yunho. I'm late to practice for a performance tonight"
He head snaps up, a look of disbelief on her face
"What? Why are you still here? Why did you fuck me for so long? You could have left and been on time"
I shrug, "I wanted you and I know all the choreo. I'm always early or on time, I can be late once in a while"
"No you can't! You're the leader!"
Yeah I know
But they don't always need me for every little thing
And I'm always there whether they need me or not
I wanted her and I wanted to be a little selfish this morning
Sue me
"Jo, seriously, it's fine", I tell her
Taking my phone, I text Seonghwa, telling him I overslept at the studio and I'm gonna shower then head to the venue
They should start without me
"Took care of it", I answer, then get up from her bed
"Alright. I'll let you out"
Walking to her side of the bed, I shake my head, pulling her up
"I'm taking a shower and you're coming with me", I inform her
Then I bend down, picking her up and slinging her over my shoulder
"Joongie!", she shrieks
I just laugh as I walk to her bathroom
I only put her down when I have to turn the water on in her shower
Then I pull her in with me, picking her up, her legs wrapping around me and slam her against the wall
The warm water from the showerhead is on us, wetting both of us
"Hongjoong!", she moans as I impale her on my hard cock
"One more baby", I whisper in her ear
"Yes Joongie. Give it to me", she whines
Groping her ass, I pull back then surge back into her, my head slamming her spot
She screams my name as I fuck her hard and fast into the wall
Her arms are around my neck, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling, her head back against the tiles
She's fucking gorgeous and I'm finding that I can look at her for hours
On days when I've woken up before her, I just lay next to her, watching her in awe of her beauty
And wondering how I didn't see it until recently
"Joongie, don't stop. Fuck baby please. I need you", she whines
I want her to really need me, not just say the words
Because, I'm realizing, I need her too
Burying my face in her neck, I hold her, her pussy sucking me back inside her over and over, flutter so perfectly around my cock, her juice all over me
"Fall apart on my cock jagi", I ask her
"Joongie", she moans softly, doing just that
"Jagi oh baby shit", I moan in her neck, shooting my cum inside her
"Yes Joongie. Fuck you feel so good when you cum inside me, your huge cock throbbing so hard"
"Fuck", I whimper, hearing her
I know she loves when I cum inside her just as much as I love when she cums on me
It's a mutual thing
When we both finish, I pull out then gently put her down
She smiles, then grabs soap from her shower stand, getting a lather in her hands
Then she spreads the soap on my skin
"Uh?", I ask, even though I just want to keep my mouth shut and feel her touch
"You need to shower. I'm helping you"
Well alright then
"Thanks jagi", I tell her, loving the way her small hands move all over my chest down to my stomach
And when her hands are all over my back, I have to keep myself from moaning
She's so fucking hot with her long hair soaking wet, the drops of water cascading down her body
Fucking ethereal
After she soaps up my entire body, she guides me directly under the water, rinsing the soap off
"Do you need me to wash your hair?", I ask
I washed it yesterday so I probably won't need to but I'm not saying no
"Yeah"
She nods, getting shampoo
"Uh", she says looking up at me, "Bend down I guess?"
Right, she's short
Instead of bending, I kneel down on my knees, looking up at her
"Fuck Joongie", she mutters, putting shampoo in my hair
Her fingers move in my hair and I can feel the soap foaming up
She massages into my scalp and it feels so good
"Back in the water Joongie", she says softly
I move back, her fingers running through my hair, over and over as the shampoo rinses out
Coming out of the water, she asks, "Conditioner?"
If it means I get to have her hands in my hair again the she can put whatever she wants in my hair
"Yeah jagi"
She nods, spreading the conditioner in my hair, a small smile on her face as she looks at me
I close my eyes to her fingers running in my hair and lean my forehead on her stomach, my arms around her waist
Her fingers still, her breathing increasing
I press a soft kiss to her lower stomach, feeling her soft skin tremble
Dragging gently kisses down her stomach, she whimpers, one of her hands moving onto my shoulder
I kiss her clit, her legs trembling
Fuck, I want her so much
I don't know what's wrong with me
I ate her out and fucked her last night, this morning and like twenty minutes ago but I want more
I'm not going to think about it because I don't have much time and I want to taste her again
Licking her clit slowly, she moans, her legs shaking and I hold on to them so she doesn't fall
I pull her clit in my mouth, my tongue on it as well and suck softly
"Joongie", she moans
I'm going slow, soft not hard this time
It's not a wild rough fuck time right now
Right now, I just want to please her, make her feel so good
My mouth doesn't stop moving, tugging her clit over and over, loving the feel of it in my mouth
Loving the throbbing, her soft moans, the way her hand is fisting my hair
Lifting my eyes to her, I whimper softly, seeing the pleasure on her face
Pleasure I'm putting there
"Joongie", she whimpers, her body shaking as she orgasms
I lock my arms around her to keep her upright, sucking her clit to get her through the pleasure
I only let go when she finishes and her moans stop
"Open your legs jagi. Please", I ask
She widens her legs and I run my tongue on her cunt, licking up her cream and swallowing
"God jagi, you taste so fucking good", I tell her, licking around her hole, getting more, "Always so fucking good"
When I finish cleaning her cunt, I run my tongue on her inner thighs, getting her cum that leaked out on her legs
I want to whine when there's no more but I think that'd take it too far
That's something to do with a girlfriend and she's well not
"Wanna rinse the conditioner out of my hair?", I ask her, snapping her out of her daze
"Oh uh yeah. Sure Joongie"
I lean my head back under the spray, her fingers resuming their path in my hair
As she moves her fingers, she scratches my scalp and it feels so good, chills running down my spine
"Finished Joongie", she says all too soon
Standing up, I smile at her, "Thanks"
She blushes, nodding
That's new but so cute
I want to stay with her, wash her hair, clean her body but I should really go
"Jo-"
"I know Joong. You gotta go. It's ok", she says, "I'm gonna stay and finish showering"
I nod but I really don't want to go
I want to be with her, stay in her arms, spend more time with her but I really can't
Not this time
But an idea comes in my head
"Do you wanna come to the performance tonight?"
Tilting her head, she smiles, "What time?"
"It's at seven but you can come early. We're getting ready at like five"
Why do I sound like a teenager asking her on a first date?
"Yeah Joongie, I'll come. I Iove seeing you guys perform"
"Great", I smile
"Yeah", she says
Both of us just stand there smiling at each other like idiots
"Uh don't you have to-", she says after a minute, breaking the silence
"Yeah right. Uh. Yeah", I stammer, grabbing the handle to the shower, "I'll see you later"
"Yeah"
Stepping out of the shower, I use one of her towels to dry off, then head into her room to get dressed
I stop when I pass her bathroom to let her know I'm actually leaving
Peering in she's standing under the water, rinsing her hair, looking so fucking beautiful
And suddenly it hits me
At this moment as I gaze at her, I realize I'm in love with her
With my best friend
That realization rocks my fucking world
How....how did I not see it before?
The way I've been with her, being only with her, wanting to please her, wanting to spend all my time with her
Now that I think about it, it's so fucking obvious
I was so obvious
"Joongie?", she calls, startling me, "Are you ok?"
"Uh yeah. Just wanted to let you know I'm actually leaving"
"Ok Joong. You can lock the door behind you?"
"Yeah Jo. Sure", I answer
I have a key to her apartment way before we started sleeping together
"Thanks Joongie"
I nod, "Yeah. Uh see you later"
She nods, "Bye Joongie. See you later"
"Bye"
She waves, then goes back to showering
I force myself to her front door, leaving and locking it
As I walk down the hallway of her apartment building, so many thoughts are going through my head
And I have no idea what to do about them
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As the stylist fixes my hair, I keep my eyes on her while she talks with Wooyoung
She got here around half an hour ago right after I was called for makeup and hair
Because of course
She hasn't been off my mind since I left her this morning
I thought about everything I realized all day and I made a decision
I need to say something to her
I can't let this go
I've never felt this way before and I don't want to let go of it especially because I feel it with her
I fell for my best friend and it's kinda perfect
We know everything about each other and we've been sleeping with each other so nothing will be awkward with us
It's like we're meant to be
I hear her laugh, snapping me out of my thoughts
She's holding onto Wooyoung's arm, laughing hard at whatever he's saying
And I'm so fucking jealous
I want to slam Wooyoung on the wall and tell her to fuck off
She's mine
Good god, I need to chill out
She's friends with all the guys so her laughing with them isn't out of the ordinary
As soon as the hairstylist is done I'm going to talk to her
I can't wait any longer
Ten minutes later, the stylist says I'm done and I'm on my feet in an instant, making my way to her
"Uh Jo?", I call, standing next to her
She looks up, smiling at me, "Yeah?"
"Can I uh talk to you for a minute?"
She nods, "Sure Joongie. Is everything ok?"
"Uh yeah"
She smiles encouragingly at me, waiting for me to speak
"Uh privately", I add
She nods, standing up
"I'll be back", she says to Wooyoung
No she won't
I take her hand, surprise on her face while I know mine is red
Leading her to a quiet side of the room where no one is, I face her
I'm nervous, not knowing what I should say, how to say it
"Joongie are you ok? You seem off? Are you nervous?"
"Uh....", I say
Yeah I'm nervous
I'm fucking scared
"Do you uh need help?", she whispers, moving closer to my ear, "Do you want a blow job?"
I shake my head
"Do you want me to ride you?"
"No"
Of course she'd think that
We've only done sexual things, nothing else
But now I want something else and I know what to ask
"Can I kiss you?"
"Huh?", she asks confused
"Please?"
She looks at me and smiles brightly at me, "Yeah Joongie"
Immediately moving to her, I press my lips against hers, a whole fucking firework show going off
I tentatively lick her lip and she opens her mouth for me
Her hands slowly slide up my chest to wrap around my neck as I move my tongue against hers
Fuck I've never felt this way from a kiss
Moving one arm around her back, I move the other to touch the side of her neck
Her fingers slide up the back of my hair, playing but then she pulls them out
I pull away for a second, "No put them back. I love when you play with my hair"
"I don't want to mess up your hair", she whispers
"I don't care if you do"
She nods, pulling me back to her lips in a more passionate kiss
"Uh what the fuck is happening over there?", San shrieks
"Well from what I can tell Hongjoong is kissing Joanne", Seonghwa boredly answers
"No shit but why?", San snaps
"They like each other? Love each other? They're horny?", Seonghwa shrugs, "I don't know ask them"
"I wouldn't interrupt that", Mingi warns
Good advice
"So we're just going to let them stand there and make out?", Wooyoung asks
"Yes", Yeosang answers
"Don't look", Jongho suggests
After another minute, I pull away from her, looking at her
"Can you be mine?", I ask
She nods, a huge smile bursting on her face, "Yes"
"Uh just to make sure, I mean as in my girlfriend", I clarify
She laughs, "Yes Joongie, I want you to be my boyfriend"
Now it's my turn to smile
And confess how I feel
"So now that you're my girlfriend I have something to tell you"
"And what's that?", she teases
"I love you"
She rolls her eyes, "I know Joongie. I love you too"
I shake my head
She doesn't get it
"Jo, I'm in love with you"
She smiles reaching up and softly touches my cheek, "I'm in love with you Joongie. I was before this whole sex thing started"
"I...I think I was too, with you, but I didn't know it. And us being together made me realize it"
She just smiles, "It's ok Joongie. As long as you love me now and I have you, I'm fine"
"I do love you jagi. Do you uh really love me?"
She nods, "More than anything"
I'm so relieved and utterly happy
"Can I come home with you after the concert?"
"Of course Joongie"
"Stay the whole night? Again?"
She nods, "You better. Every night you can"
"Then it'll be every night", I promise her
"Yeah ok", she agrees, then presses her lips against mine again
I know that I will never get enough of her kisses
Never
When the kiss ends, I take her hand and we walk back to the couches and chairs
We sit down and I put my arm around her waist, holding her close
"So?", Wooyoung asks excitedly
"What?", I ask
"Don't fucking play with us Hongjoong! We have eyes. We saw you two kissing like you can't get enough of each other", San snaps
"We just want to know if you two are a thing now", Mingi clarifies
"Yeah so I know that when she's over I have to sleep in the living room", Seonghwa adds
"Yeah we're together", she answers, taking my free hand, lacing our fingers together and putting her head on my shoulder
I just smirk at the guys, the press a kiss to her forehead
"How did you guys end up together? I thought you were just best friends"
"We had sex", I tell them
"Joongie", she scolds
"C'mon baby, they don't care"
"Joongie", she says softly
"Ok jagi", I say softly, getting the hint that she doesn't want me to talk about our sex life
Normally I wouldn't care and just talk about the girls I fuck
But I love her and I don't want her to be upset
"Ok jagi?", San laughs, "Oh he's fucking whipped! He just agreed without a fight"
"Oh grow up", I snap, "Just because I don't want her to be upset doesn't mean I'm whipped. It's called being a boyfriend"
Which I so am but they don't need to know that
"Alright, alright god. Touchy", San grumbles
Yes I am
When it comes to her I am
"All you need to know is I love her, she loves me and we're together"
"Alrighty then", Wooyoung says and changes the conversation
"Thanks Joongie", she whispers to me
"Of course jagi. Anything for you"
She smiles, pointing to her lips and I immediately press mine against hers
I'll kiss her all day, no problem
We stay together while the guys get ready and I only separate from her to get the performance clothes on
Then I'm right back to her
When it's finally time to perform, she holds my hand, following me to the stairs that lead to the stage
"You better do great Joongie", she says, her arms around my neck, "Like you always do. Be my sexy Joongie that I know you are"
"I will jagi", I grin, "I love you"
"I love you Joongie", she smiles, "I'll be here waiting for you"
She stands on her toes, giving me a soft kiss
Oh yeah I can get used to this
Getting a kiss before every performance
Knowing she's back here waiting for me
Definitely something I want every time
"See you soon", I tell her
She smiles, nodding and moving her hands off my neck, "Go be amazing"
Smiling widely, I press a quick kiss to my girl then climb the stairs to the stage
I can't wait to perform knowing my girlfriend is watching me backstage
And after I get to be with her the whole night
This night turning out to be the best one I've hand in awhile
And it's all because of her
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chateautae · a month ago
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maybe i do: “one week without sex”
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➵ summary: when a small, petty argument spirals out of control, you and your husband settle on one solution to the problem; betting who can last the longest without sex. it won’t be easy, but you and taehyung are equally determined to win, and you’ll both stop at nothing to secure your victories—even if it means playing dirty. 
↳ part of the maybe i do series!
this drabble can be read as a stand alone, but it is highly recommended to read the series!
➵ pairing: ceo!taehyung x wife!reader
➵ genre: arranged marriage!au, established relationship!au, smut, minor angst, fluff
➵ rating: 18+
➵ word count: 20k
➵ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption (both parties are able to consent), constant sexual teasing, high-class gang cameo!!, getting caught in the act 👀, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, D/s relationship, dom!tae, sub!reader, big dicc!tae, heavy making out, breast fondling, choking, finger sucking, male and female masturbation, sexting/phone sex, use of a sex toy (vibrator), exhibitionism + voyeurism (with each other), drunk sex, rough, needy sex, riding, hitting it from the back, impregnation kink, creampie <3
➵ a/n: and here it is!! again please excuse the ridiculous word count, i’m attempting to work through writing a sequel for the maybe i do series, so these “drabbles” are just me experimenting with the content! i’ll provide more details when I can heheh <33 thank you endlessly to my wife @amourtae​ for beta-ing!!! i hope you enjoy and your feedback is always appreciated!
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“You’re gonna be late, honey, be quick.” 
“Who cares? I am not leaving you.” 
Taehyung’s hips bang against yours as he delivers precise, quick thrusts. The slapping sound of skin resounds erotically inside his office, even more so your laboured, hot breaths. 
“You need… to go faster, baby.” You manage to pant, fingers weaving through his thick, fluffy locks, rutting your perky breasts against his dress shirt. Taehyung’s desparate digits dig into your thighs as he plunges his cock inside you, each time burrowing further into your velvety, pulsing sex.
Deep, satisfied grunts leave Taehyung’s mouth just by yours, obsessed with your little breaths. He dips down and kisses you, long and deep. Your ass practically bounces backwards across his office desk when he accelerates the speed of his thrusts, propelling into your pussy as he devours your mouth. 
“Tae... the meeting...” 
“I’m trying to make a baby with my wife,” Taehyung ruggedly breathes, lips hot on yours. “A meeting can wait.” 
“You’re already-ngh, fifteen minutes late, ba-by.” You warn him, clutching around his neck for dear life as his cock slams inside you, ceaselessly throbbing. 
How you ended up in this erotic situation? You didn’t expect what Taehyung labelled a quickie to morph into a scene straight out of porn—your outfit for today apparently tempted your husband beyond his control. 
His salacious eyes told you a carnal tale once you visited him for a minor report check, and now your boobs lasciviously jostle against him, spilling out of your top he stripped open, your panties carelessly flung across his chair. 
Taehyung spent his precious, limited window of time before his meeting happily licking and sucking your nipples, dirty-talking you about the hot milf you’ll become once you’re carrying your child; and now his thick length is lodged inside you, fucking into your stomach. 
“Tae...” you sigh, nails scratching down the back of his strong neck. His pillowy lips envelope your neck, leaving addicting kisses down your throat—your pussy violently pulses. 
“Fuck, you make me so hard.” He growls against your heated skin, his hands spreading your thighs to clutch them tighter, something feral possessing him. He leans back to his full height, prying you wide open to suddenly hammer into your tight cunt.
High-pitched moans ceaselessly tumble out of you, soon met by Taehyung’s animalistic groans, praising you and your goddess-like pussy. “Shit, Princess, I swear I’m addicted to you.” He breathes, licking the bite marks he leaves along your pulse point. “Fucking best pussy in the world.” 
Your hand haphazardly reaches behind you, crumpling some of his paperwork as your sex devours his mighty thrusts, bracing for impact. Your lewd noises are endless, watching the way his dick disappears inside you, soon met by Taehyung’s fiery kiss. 
You reciprocate it, moving your mouth in sync with his until you scrounge up a semblance of common sense. “Baby... your meeting...ah!” 
“Fuck them, fuck the meeting.” Taehyung tosses aside all care to plough into your dripping sex. Your pussy juices incessantly flow out of you, fucked to your absolute limit as he feeds your impending orgasm. 
His lips are hot and heavy, only disconnecting to lean against your forehead, his breaths utterly delirious. “Come for me, Y/N.” He pants, pushing your legs back to plunge himself deeper. “Wanna hear my pretty wife come.” He grunts, burrowing his thick, spasming flesh so deep inside you, he caresses your cervix—you instantly cry out. 
“Fuck, Tae!” 
“C’mon, Princess,” Taehyung encourages by your lips. “Soak my dick, baby; let me feel it.” 
He only drives you towards the edge faster, crashing his lips against yours for a heated makeout session. You feel a tight knot bundling inside the bottom of your stomach, begging for release. 
“Fuck me, oh my god!”
“Fuck, fuck!” He curses loudly, biting your bottom lip as he’s forced to slow down. “I’m gonna fucking explode, I can’t last.” 
“Me neither.” You whimper like a pathetic whore, sighing with paradisiacal relief—he just hit every spot inside you. 
Relishing in your spongy walls, Taehyung renews his rhymically fast pace that harmonizes your pornographic moans, growing louder, and louder, and louder as your orgasm unravels—
“Mr. Ki–oh dear God!” 
Taehyung comes to an abrupt stop that sucks the soul out of you, his eyes widening in horror. You glance back to share his line of sight—your jaw simultaneously drops to the center of the Earth.
“Oh my fuck—Mrs. Lee!!” You screech, finding her shielding her eyes as she hides behind Taehyung’s office door. Irreversible embarrassment colours your system, Taehyung protectively concealing your naked front against his chest. 
“Mrs. Lee, shit, why didn’t you call me?” He harshly questions.
“I-I tried to Mr. Kim, but you didn’t pick up.” The secretary nervously responds. “The board members are becoming impatient, sir, they instructed me to come find you.” 
Taehyung lets out the most irritated sigh in his life. He reluctantly draws out of your sex once he glimpses at the door, ensuring Mrs. Lee was out of sight. Locating your blazer, he hands it to you, sympathy riddling his features once he sees the shame on your face, helping you shield your exposed boobs. 
“Can’t you at least knock? Didn’t that goddamn occur to you?” Taehyung reprimands her, his tone laced with frustration as you remain mortified, near tears because of the embarrassment. 
“I tried, Mr. Kim, though I don’t—” she hesitates behind the door. “I don’t believe you heard me.” 
Grinding his teeth, Taehyung works himself back into his boxers, tugging up his pants to re-clasp his belt. “Jesus Christ, Mrs. Lee, tell the members I’ll be there in five. And don’t ever breathe a word of this to anyone—you didn’t see anything.” He rigidly demands, soon listening to his secretary’s incessant apologies. 
“I sincerely apologize, Mr. Kim. I’ll let them know immediately and I won’t tell a soul.” The poor lady sounds as though she’s on the verge of sobbing, shutting the door quickly before she vanishes. 
Taehyung huffs out angrily, shrugging his coat back on. His soft hand cradles your face, incredibly attentive. “Are you alright, Princess?” 
“God, Taehyung, that was so embarrassing!” You screech, shoving your blazer against your naked front before hopping off his desk. “You really couldn’t fucking wait until your meeting was over?” 
Taehyung’s eyebrows draw together in confusion, a playful smile tugging his lips. “Princess, it’s alright. It’s actually kind of funny that she caught us.” 
Disgusted, you narrow your eyes at him. “Fuck off, Tae, this isn’t funny! That was utterly embarrassing.”
“Baby, this is going to be something we’ll laugh about together, don’t worry.” Taehyung attempts to lighten your mood, chuckling as he fixes his tie.
You’re filled with crippling humiliation, however, storming away from him. You’re unable to share his light-heartedness—you told Taehyung he was going to be late for his meeting, and yet he didn’t listen to you. “Don’t tell me not to worry, asshole, I told you you were late for this meeting and you just didn’t listen.” You begin searching for your panties he’d slung somewhere, utterly annoyed.  “Now I’ve just been completely humiliated. I don’t think I can look Mrs. Lee in the eye again!” 
Sighing, Taehyung perches his hands on his hips. “Baby, it’s fine. It was just Mrs. Lee—I’m sure she hears us all the time whenever we have sex in my office.” He waves off. “I’m just glad it wasn’t a man; I would’ve had to kill him, otherwise.” 
Mortified, you snap an irritated look at him, tightly clutching your bare chest. “That is not the same as her finding you balls deep inside me, it doesn’t matter who found us. Why couldn’t you just listen to me when I said we could have sex after your meeting? We could’ve entirely avoided that.” 
Taehyung softens at your anger, gesturing for you to be at ease. “Princess, people have sex all the time, and people walk in on people having sex all the time. It’s normal, you’ll be fine.” 
Fed up with him, you exhale a scoff. Locating your panties on his chair, you shimmy them on. “God, you’re so irritating sometimes. I don’t want anyone walking in on us having sex, Taehyung. I don’t want anybody fucking seeing that, especially me.” 
Rubbing his temple, Taehyung notices the frailty of your vulnerable tone paired with your glistening eyes, searching for a solution. He lets out a long, deep sigh, watching you tug your bra back over your breasts. “Baby, I’m sure Mrs. Lee knows what sex is and how much of it we have—pretty much everyone does. Not to mention everyone also knows we’re trying to get pregnant, and it’s normal for conceiving couples to constantly have sex, what’s your deal?”
You can’t believe his audacity right now, shaking your head. He doesn’t understand that you feel uncomfortable being seen like that, irrevocable shame spreading across your entire system—you tightly clutch your body to hide it. “You just can’t go a goddamn day without getting your dick wet, isn’t that it? You really couldn’t wait the half an hour your meeting would’ve taken before you blew your load inside me? Was it really that difficult?” 
Taehyung’s face immediately twists with disgust. “What the fuck? Don’t make it sound like that;  I just wanted to make love to my gorgeous wife so we can start a family, why are you getting mad at me?” 
“Because you really can’t fucking keep it in your pants!” You blow up, tugging your dress pants back up your legs, soon buttoning your blouse. “And now I’m left with an uncomfortable, mortifying memory because of you!” 
“What? You literally went along with it, you can’t keep it in your pants, either!” Taehyung argues back, accusingly pointing a finger. 
“God, you know what? I bet you can’t even go a day without us having sex.” You challenge him, your husband scoffing behind his desk.
“You’re talking to me as if I don’t know self-control?” He barks. “You’re horny all the time! I bet you can’t go two days without my dick.” 
Agitated by his boyish attitude, you childishly counter him. “Oh yeah? I bet you can’t go three days without my pussy!” 
“I bet you can’t go four days!”
“Five days!” 
“Six days!” 
“Ugh!” You frustratingly grunt, tucking your blazer over your arm. 
You shove your husband aside to retrieve the work you originally came with. Your eyes bore into his, ploughing your finger into his broad chest. “A week, I bet you can’t go an entire week without sex, you sex beast!” 
“Oh yeah? Let’s see how long you last before you’re craving our sex again—you wouldn’t last three days with your libido, woman!” Taehyung dramatically gesticulates, clearly as wound up as you. 
 “Says my idiot husband who comes in me at least twice a day, your libido won’t last either!” You challenge him before vexedly stomping away, grabbing his office door’s handle.
“Are you challenging me, Mrs. Kim?” Taehyung leans his delectable hands on the surface of his desk, narrowing his eyes from across the room. If you weren’t so used to your husband’s fierce, sexy eyes, you would’ve folded right then. “Because I assure you, I haven’t lost a day in my life, and I don’t plan on starting now.” 
Scoffing at his use of his CEO voice, you strengthen your own. “Wrong, you’re getting taken down, Mr. Kim, and it’ll be by your dear wife.” You condescendingly smile. 
He huffs, folding his arms over his chest as you pry open his door, calling out to you. “Then my dear wife doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into, she’s going to lose!” 
Not giving a fuck anymore, you power-walk out of his office. “You’re late for your meeting, Kim!” You holler, sending him a gracious middle finger before pointedly slamming the door shut. 
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“Yes, I need you to authorize the transaction, Jimin.” Taehyung fixes his Gucci glasses on his face, scribbling away on his Surface. “He’s an important associate of mine, he came all the way from Hong Kong. I want him in a nice room for the weekend.” 
Later that evening, you attempt to drown out Taehyung’s business talk. You were currently occupying your swing on your backyard’s porch, indulging in some light reading to at least keep your distance from your infuriating husband. 
But alas, you live in the same house as him, so ignoring him was a lost cause.
You’re seriously unsure why Taehyung decided to conduct his business after hours downstairs, even that, in the entertainment area. His constant chatter was distracting you from reading, having already sent him death glares from outside on multiple occasions, only for him to shoot a mocking look back. 
He usually used the library or his study for work, though it seems he didn’t intend to exactly work, either. He’s dressed in his home clothes; a loose white, Celine t-shirt with baggy, black shorts. He only ever used his glasses whenever he was diligently reading—perhaps he originally intended on scrolling through some news on his Surface.
“Huh? I don’t know, I’m a little stressed, I guess.” He suddenly replies; Jimin being the sweetheart he is most likely asked him how he’s doing. 
“Yeah, he’s a fucking tycoon in Hong Kong, I’m seriously hoping he takes up my proposal.” Taehyung complains. “It’s stressing me out; I need to be able to distribute in Hong Kong and I’ve heard he’s not big on involving himself with the Korean market.” 
Taehyung continues humming in acknowledgement or nodding, before his eyes suddenly shift in your direction. You scramble once he catches you watching him—his face suddenly scrunches into one of scrutiny. “I don’t know, Jimin, usually my wonderful wife helps me out with my stress, but she’s being an annoying brat right now.” 
Scoffing, you shake your head with disbelief, staring daggers at him through the ajar doors. 
“Fighting? Pft, no way. We totally aren’t fighting, not when she uselessly yells at me in my own office when I did nothing wrong.”
Done with his crap, you slam your book shut, stomping inside the house. “You liar! You fucking deserved it, Kim!” 
“I didn’t deserve shit!” Taehyung barks back, not even minding that he’s on call. “How’d you feel after that denied orgasm today, huh? Sure you’re not going to rub one out without me right now?” 
Exclaiming with disbelief, you threaten to throw your book at him. “You-! Have fun coming into some fucking tissues instead of my cunt, asshole!” 
That’s the last thing you get out before thrashing your feet up the stairs, listening to Taehyung yell a ‘whatever!’ as you whack your bedroom door shut.
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The next morning, you groggily awake in bed, despising the AM. You were glad you’d fallen asleep before Taehyung crawled into bed last night; he must’ve stayed up late. Craning your neck over your shoulder, you find him fast asleep next to you. 
He’s laying on his side; his left hand tucked underneath his bread-like cheek, his right loosely cradling your bare waist. It seems he got hot during the night—the blanket was completely kicked off his feet. 
Remembering that you’re pissed at him, you remove his arm—it didn’t matter how cute he looked when he slept, or that he cuddled you to fall asleep, or that he was right; your denied orgasm yesterday left the sight of his bare body igniting heat between your legs. 
Clearing your throat, you make your way towards your bathroom to start your day, forcing yourself to ignore the invasive memory of sucking Taehyung off in the shower two days ago.
Finishing up, you carelessly waltz out to find your sleepy husband half-awake in bed, scrolling through his phone. Your gazes meet when he glances up—you dab your damp face with a towel. 
“You’re up early.” He flatly notes, returning to his phone.
“I fell asleep early last night, genius.” 
He sighs upon hearing your attitude, raking a hand through his beautiful head of hair. “Are you coming to work with me today? Or should I call Mr. Kang to drive you?” 
Lightly scoffing, you toss your towel in your hamper. “I can drive myself. It’s the 21st century, Taehyung.” 
He decides it’s too early for your snarky comebacks, waving you off. “Yeah, yeah.” He casts the duvet off himself, rubbing his sleep-laden eyes. 
You haughtily step towards your walk-in closet, determined to ignore his presence for the rest of the day, before Taehyung suddenly stops by the bathroom. He scratches the back of his neck, awkwardly shuffling his feet—he seems to be contemplating something. “Um… Princess, listen.” 
He’s still willingly calling you princess? He usually doesn’t when he’s pissed at you. That puts a small smile on your face, schooling it when you tip your chin in his direction. “What?” 
“I did some thinking about… yesterday.” He begins with a wince, choosing his words carefully. “I realized I was insensitive to laugh about what happened, or suggest that you should laugh too. I should've acknowledged that you felt uncomfortable being seen intimately or naked like that, regardless of who saw us.” He admits. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to undermine your feelings.” 
Surprised by his apology, you stare at him wide-eyed, speechless. Taehyung merely stands with puffed cheeks, incredibly displaced. He awkwardly blows out air once he discerns you won’t say anything. “Right, I’m gonna wash up.” 
He begins stepping towards the bathroom until you stop him. “Taehyung, wait.” 
He swivels around, his sweet, coffee brown eyes meeting yours. 
“Th-thank you.” You swallow, awkward about this too. Taehyung has always been an aware, accountable man able to read between the lines, a trait of his you thanked the heavens for. He never apologizes in the midst of a fight, however. He always adored proving you wrong, currently leaving your jaw figuratively attached to the floor.
“No problem.” He nods, before disappearing into your shared bathroom. 
You’re left extremely conflicted. On one hand, maybe you should end whatever childish war you both started; he’s already acknowledged his mistake and was genine about it. One the other, you’re curious as to how Taehyung would fare without your sex; would he be able to last like he says? 
Curious, you decide on ruffling his feathers today, nibbling on a mischievous smile. You spin around to skip towards your walk-in closet, only cunningness in mind. 
Your fingers coquettishly graze the ‘scandalous’ section of your wardrobe. 
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You knock against Taehyung’s office door before propping it open, peeking inside. Taehyung hasn’t noticed your presence yet, too absorbed in his work. You find him standing as he diligently reads papers, grazing his perfect, slender fingers across the sheets. He appears strikingly handsome, thin glasses adorning his face, his rolled up dress shirt sleeves deliciously showcasing his biceps. 
“If you’re someone that isn’t my wife, please leave and speak to my secretary.” His caramel-smooth, though commanding voice sparks something inside you, swallowing it away. A smirk soon forms on your face, shutting the door. 
“Thankfully it is your wife, Mr. Kim.” 
He lifts his gaze to acknowledge you, though upon doing so, his eyes widen in shock. He observes you in your entirety, blinking multiple times before he finds your line of sight—his irises harden with seriousness. “What are you wearing?” 
Tipping your chin, you fold your arms over your breasts, shifting your weight onto one leg. “What do you mean?” 
Your condescending tone causes Taehyung’s eyes to narrow, scrutinizing you. “I asked; what the fuck are you wearing?” 
Scoffing at his tone, you tilt your head, attitude laced in your comeback. “Maybe you should ask me nicely, Mr. Kim.” 
Taehyung swallows, watching his Adam’s apple bob before he wets his lips. He lifts one of his gorgeous hands to fix his glasses, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry. What are you wearing, Jagiya?” He voices much more politely, and you send him an accomplished smile. 
“I’m just wearing one of my regular office outfits.” 
“But why are you wearing one entirely in ruby red?” He challenges, watching his eyes intending to be reprimanding, but they have the slightest hint of lust. He’s not going to survive this one, at all. 
“What’s the matter with me wearing an all-red outfit?” You mount a hand on your hip, keeping his eyes hostage.
Your husband scoffs. His digits clutch his mouth, tracing the outline of his luscious lips until he cradles his masculine, impeccably-carved chin. “You know what the matter is.” 
Feeling playful, you decide to push his buttons. Your walk is alluring as you make your way towards Taehyung’s desk, your each step slow, purposeful. You challenge his fierce eyes with your tempting ones, inviting him into your trap. Reaching his desk, you confidently strut in front of him, allowing him to catch a view of your shapely curves in your form-fitting outfit. 
All you were really wearing was a tight pencil skirt with a short peplum top. The neckline only cut low enough that the cleavage was tasteful. What had to be ruining Taehyung was the colour; he adores red on you, and can never keep his hands to himself whenever you wear it—not to mention when you pair it with a skirt so tight your ass looks biteable, and ruby-coloured lips to match.
You lean a hand on his desk as you peer up at him; you swear it was like you were facing the devil. 
“Actually, I don’t know, Mr. Kim.” You play dumb, your innocent eyes and sweet tone causing Taehyung to flex his jaw, but he remains stoic, arms folded with a schooled face. 
Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, examining you up and down. “Are those the red diamond earrings I gave you in Rome?” 
Tilting your head, you step closer to him. “Yes.” 
“You do know red diamonds cost a million dollars per carat, right?” Taehyung reminds you—you take another step closer.
“Yes.” 
“And the earrings I gave you have 6 carats worth of red diamonds?” 
“Yes.” 
“So you’re wearing my $6 million earrings to work?” He cocks a brow, scrutinizing you. “Why in god’s name are you wearing them?” 
Nibbling your velvety, red lip, you nonchalantly shrug, adopting his sense of unbotheredness. “No reason.” 
Taehyung merely sighs; he knows you’re doing this to fuck with him. He stalks towards his office chair and plops down, tucking both his hands behind his head as he kicks his feet up on his desk, eyeing you with his sexy, dark eyes. “Well, is our business done here?” He condescendingly questions. “Or do you need to stand there and prove your point longer?” 
Shocked by his audacity, you laugh through your scoff. You swat his feet off the desk, his legs collapsing to the floor as you promiscuously seat yourself where they were. You lean your hands back, crossing your legs to seductively present yourself—your husband angrily glares at you. 
“Actually, our business isn’t done.” You snark. “I still need to prove you’re a sex-hungry beast, which shouldn’t take more than…” You purposefully peek at the watch on your wrist. “What? 3 minutes? Before you need to get your dick wet?” 
Taehyung dips his head with a sigh, leaning his elbows on his manspread knees. “Are you really still on about that?” 
“Yes, I am.” You bite back. “Especially after you decided to wage a war you knew you’d never win, and accuse me of being the loser.” 
Taehyung shakes his head, bitterly chuckling. “You’re really fucking funny if you think I’m the one who started this; it was literally you, babe.” 
“Awh, can Taehyungie not step up to the challenege?” You overly pout. “Is he afraid of being a sore loser?” 
Taehyung massages his temple, puffing air through his lips. “My god, this woman of mine is impossible.” 
Without warning, you suddenly advance towards him, hands shackling onto the armrests of his chair. He lets out a soft exhale when you bring your lips just before his, piercing his eyes with a carnal look of lust. “And you’re incredibly sexy, Mr. Kim.” 
Taehyung shifts his hips in his seat, the column of his throat bobbing as he stares you down, but his eyes reveal his failing composure. “This has to be against the rules.” 
Your hands slide over Taehyung’s delicious thighs, slowly stroking him. His lap twitches in response, subduing the sound he almost lets out. 
“What rules?” You coo. 
Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut when you move an inch towards his crotch, laughing through his struggle. “This is unfair, baby. You’re evil.” 
“Me? Evil? Never.” You purr with a saccharine sweet tone, letting your hands skim closer to his cock. Taehyung exhales harshly as he challenges you with his eyes, flaring with anger. But, you only draw closer, enough that your lips are separated by a mere hair’s length. “I’m just making sure you know who's going to win, loverboy.” 
You quickly peck his lips, trailing a finger along the side of his jaw, your voice seductive as ever. “And by the way, I’m wearing your favourite red set underneath.” 
Taehyung nearly chokes as you draw away from him, swaying your hips as you take your leave. Your husband storms behind his desk, hearing him rapidly rise from his chair with his comedic accusations. “You’re evil, you’re evil I tell you!” 
Maniacally giggling, you continue your walk out, listening to your husband throw a fit. “How can you wear those lace garters knowing I can’t rip them off? You witch!” 
You hide your innocent chuckle behind your hand, daring to turn and provide him with a small tease of what you’re wearing underneath. Once the said lace garters meet your husband’s gaze, his jaw drops—he’s even livelier than before.
“Wait until you’re home, Kim Y/N!” He valiantly shouts. “You’re not going to win!” 
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“Ah fuck,” you curse, nearly knocking into the wall. You lazily remove your shoes in the foyer, your system a bit wonky after some drinks with your co-workers tonight. You toss the contraptions aside, wearily checking your bag for your phone. 
“Honey, I’m home!!” You call out, not certain when Taehyung arrived home. You’d decided to indulge in a night out to avoid coming home to him today; you knew you’d ruffled his feathers a little too much, and you were unsure how your husband would retaliate. 
Hearing silence, you groan, contemplating that he’s either not home, or most likely asleep. You welcome that possibility, tuckered out yourself. Sluggishly stalking up the stairs, you paddle towards your bedroom door with a yawn, seriously awaiting some well-needed shut-eye. 
Your senses are currently haywire, so you’re unable to hear or see much, which makes the next minutes of your life completely unforeseen. When you mindlessly open the door of your bedroom, your jaw drops to the center of the Earth, eyes nearly falling out of their sockets. 
You find your husband openly masturbating in bed. 
Now that you focus, the sound of slapping skin and laboured groans should’ve clued you into his salacious activities, but you’re clearly too dense. “Taehyung, what the fuck?” 
Your voice causes Taehyung to open his eyes, landing on you as he breathes unevenly. Sweat glistened upon his honey-coloured skin, his pillowy lips hung open, chest rapidly inflating and deflating. 
What surprises you the most is Taehyung doesn’t even appear the slightest bit embarrassed, no, your husband has the smuggest smirk plastered on his handsome face. He doesn’t stop his movements, either, rather slowly strokes his cock, almost as though he were teasing you, inviting you to join his raunchy shenanigans. 
And fuck, did the alcohol in your system kill your defence mechanisms, pussy pulsing at the sight of his throbbing, hard, thick flesh in his palm. 
“Welcome home, babe.” Your scheming husband smiles, continuing to beat his goddamn meat, completely unbothered by your presence—you feel like a fuse short-circuiting. “K-Kim Taehyung, I asked you a question!” 
“What am I doing?” He condescendly repeats. “I’m doing what you should be doing.”
You huff when Taehyung dares letting out a deep, mellow groan, fucking into his fist faster, his stomach muscles contracting as he no doubt reaches his high. You wish you could tear your eyes away, but the sight of his cock makes your mouth water, your lady bits tingling. 
How much you want to run over and spear yourself on his dick. 
Snapping out of your trance, you stand your ground. “Taehyung, my loving, kind, dear husband, may you please put your cock away?” 
“Why?” 
Infuriated, you grind your teeth. “Because… Because this is unfair! You can’t just have your dick out like this!” 
“Why not? You’re the same person who literally wore the sexiest outfit possible to work and made me want to rail you over my desk.” 
Smacking your hand to your forehead, you attempt to calm down, searching for a solution—funny how he still hasn’t stopped masturbating, weakening your guard. “Taehyung, this is cruel. You can’t be touching yourself in front of me, there has to be rules in this war. Every war has rules!” 
“Says the woman who literally flashed me her underwear and said ‘what rules?’.” Taehyung retorts, returning to his regular program. He suddenly squeezes the head of his meat that elicits a deep, masculine moan from him; the sound literally hardens your nipples, dampening your panties. 
“Ugh! You’re the worst, the worst!” You shout, throwing your hands up in the air. 
Taehyung dips his head back with a laugh, sending you the most shit-eating grin in the world. “All you have to do to end your suffering is come here and sit on this dick, baby. That’s all it takes.” 
His words stir something hot inside you, biting down on your teeth to subdue your horniness—you’re quite literally seconds away from throwing away your pride and straddling him. But, you then realize it’s what he wants; your husband is incredibly clever at gaining his way, and you won’t let him win. 
Never. 
“Fuck you, if you wanna play dirty, then that’s how we’re playing.” You point a scolding finger at him, met by your husband’s amused expression, tonguing the inside of his cheek. 
“We already play pretty dirty, babe.” 
Wanting to throttle the irritatingly gorgeous man, you huff out with annoyance and flash him a middle finger before disappearing into your bathroom, slamming the door shut. 
“You better not have your cock out by the time I’m out of here, asshole!” 
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You watch Taehyung get ready for the day with your arms folded over your naked breasts, legs kicked up on the bed with an irked expression. You’d washed up for the morning, but after Taehyung’s little stunt last night, you’re too pissed at him to continue your day, watching the infuriating man hum along to a useless tune as he knots his tie in the mirror. 
He steals a glance at you through his reflection; you avert your eyes, incessantly wiggling your foot. 
“Are you not coming to work, Jagiya?” He asks with a purposefully sweet tone.
Smacking your lips, you remove the clip from your hair, letting your strands loose and comfortably reclining in bed. “No.” 
Humming in acknowledgement, Taehyung completes his tie. He tosses on his Louis Vuitton suit jacket next, adjusting the buttons of his sleeves. “Any particular reason for your absence, Mrs. Kim?” 
You pop an eye open, shooting him a scrutinizing look. “My company‘s asshole CEO.” 
Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, amusedly smirking. He reaches out for his laptop case, glimpsing at himself one last time in the mirror before he approaches you. 
“Well, your asshole CEO’s off, then.” He jests, landing a warm palm on your shoulder to kiss your cheek. The domestic gesture makes your heart flutter, attempting to remain unphased when his soft lips press against your skin. “Eat a good breakfast and lunch before I’m home, pretty girl.” He reminds you as he smooths your hair. 
When he pulls away to leave, your hand grapples onto his wrist, stopping him. “Wait.” 
He faces you, eyebrows raised in anticipation. You purse your lips together and shuffle over to him, tugging him closer to you. You spring up onto your knees, now levelled with his chest—your hands curl around his tie. 
You silently fix the loose knotting, tidying it up. He observes you with a schooled face, unevenly swallowing. Your smaller hands smooth over his impeccable suit once you’re finished, sliding towards his biceps to hold them. 
You lift your eyes to meet Taehyung’s coffee brown irises, observing him. Taehyung peers back at you, caught in a silent, magnetic gaze with one another. You flit towards his wide, pillowy lips, tempted by their perfect shape, and you lean forward to softly kiss him. 
Taehyung’s eyebrows climb at the gesture, confused when you pull away. You cock a brow in response, tone haughty. “What? I can’t kiss my husband before he goes to work?” 
Suppressing a smile, Taehyung lightly scoffs, wrapping an arm around your naked torso and pressing his lips to yours. You feed into his kiss, an arm clinging to his neck as the other splays across his jaw. You kiss him harder, driven by Taehyung squishing your bare boobs against his tailored suit. 
He lightly groans when your tongue teases the seam on his mouth; he’s quick to open up. His tongue slips inside you, licking exploratively as you unabashedly make out with him, Taehyung’s movements growing hotter by the second. Your husband suddenly breaks away, a smirk plastered on his face. “Feels like we haven’t kissed in ages.” 
You laugh through your nose. “It’s only been two days, Taehyung.” 
“Two days too long.” 
Suddenly, Taehyung tosses aside his laptop case and cradles your figure in his arms, tackling you onto your bed. You yelp hitting the sheets, the sound muffled once Taehyung crashes his lips onto yours. 
He manuevers his mouth languidly but with a sense of roughness—desire. His long fingers slide into a hand of yours as the other curls around your neck, cupping your jaw between his thumb and index finger. He holds your face in place, kissing you hard and deep as he effortlessly takes control of your body—you’ve never felt anything more powerful. 
His hand around your throat slowly sinks past your collarbones, sliding down until your naked breast is within his palm. He squeezes you, slowly kneading the flesh as he simultaneously moves his body in the motion of thrusts—you whimper pathetically throughout the godly pleasure.
Taehyung lets out a deep, shaky groan when his hardening cock nudges your pussy folds, tightening the grasp around your breast. He pinches your nipple all of a sudden, moaning into his mouth. 
You’re seconds from biting his supple lower lip until you both hear a rhythmic buzzing. 
Taehyung pops off your mouth, cursing. “Fuck.” 
He fishes for his phone in the pocket of his dress pants, glimpsing at the caller—he accepts the call with an eye roll. 
“Hello? Yeah, I’m on my way.” He curtly informs, focusing on his conversation while you admire his slightly swollen, wide lips, and his stupidly handsome face. Even if you’re still pissed at him, it doesn’t make him any less stunning. 
“Oh, we got the report this morning? Then yes, I’ll be holding a meeting first thing in the morning. Mhm. Yup, right before the conference.” Taehyung continues for about a minute or so before he ends the call amicably, returning to you. 
“Alright, I have to go.” Taehyung proclaims with a sigh, tucking his phone away as he locates his laptop. Once he nabs it, he sends you a harsh look, lips scornfully pressed together. “And new rule: no kissing.” He tuts with a finger, crawling off your body and soon, your bed. “Only very quick pecks.” 
You bitterly scoff, rising from the mattress. “Not my fault you can’t control yourself, loverboy.” 
Taehyung playfully narrows his eyes at you as he fixes his suit. He approaches you to cradle your shoulder again, but instead kisses your forehead, long and affectionate. He draws away to gaze into your eyes, lifting your chin with a curl of his finger. “I’ll be going.” 
He pecks your plushy petals before stepping away, playfully tapping your underboob. “Wear a shirt of mine if you get cold.” 
You grumpily pout at him when he sends you a show-stopping grin—you can’t stand that he’s so perfect sometimes. You watch him disappear through the door, plopping down into your sheets with a frustrated huff. 
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“Ugh, look at him.” 
You kiss your teeth as you lay flat on your stomach, legs flailing in the air while watching on your laptop. It’s the live stream of Taehyung’s official announcement regarding his new subsidiary for learning centers. You’d completely forgotten that was today, though gladly your presence wasn’t needed for it. 
You dreamily sigh as you watch your husband confidently speak, pouting with your cheeks in your palms. Why did he have to be so good-looking? It’s a genuine question; you can imagine the amount of people currently fawning over him.
You, on the other hand, are semi-pissed. Not only did he have to look jaw-droppingly gorgeous, but being without his touch for two days now has left you squirming more than usual. Your makeout session didn’t help, either—you’d literally gushed buckets of cum by the time he left you laying on your bed. 
Frustrated, you groan grievously before smacking your laptop shut—if you ogle at him any longer, you’ll go insane. Anytime you see Taehyung being the ever-so composed, intimidating, professional CEO at work, your pussy never keeps quiet. 
Any time you watch him type away at his laptop or scribble across papers, your mind shifts towards those same hands shoving his digits inside you. Any time he licks, bites or touches his lips, all you consider is how he drags those same plushy petals along every part of your body, worshiping you. 
The worst is seeing his concentrated, gorgeous face—if only people knew how many times you’ve seen that same handsome face wedged between your legs, lapping at your cunt.
You slap your hands over your flustered face once your hormones begin settling between your legs. The constant ache within your sex is pulsing unavoidably, biting your lip to manage it. It didn’t help that you were still in bed, smelling his intoxicating scent in the sheets. 
You kick at them, feeling incredibly horny. His black Louis Vuitton shirt hugging your frame was exacerbating everything, constantly ruminating about how many times he’s fucked you in this shirt. 
Now you’re even worse off, bunching up the damn fabric in your hands to find some relief, to channel this throbbing within your pussy elsewhere, but it’s no use. You snake a hand down towards your core, pushing past the band of your underwear. When your fingers caress your sex, you instantly gasp. “Shit, I’m so wet.” 
The slick that oozes out of you is shocking; you swear you’ve never once leaked this much essence on your own. How is it possible that Taehyung makes you horny when he’s not even here? He’d have a field day knowing that, especially considering your little squabble at the moment. 
Recalling the very thing, your gears start shifting, contemplating a delicious revenge plot. His behaviour yesterday was utterly cruel, stroking his thick length right in front of you knowing you’re unable to do a thing. 
The second your fingers slightly move across your slick pussy folds, an idea pops into your head. 
Scrambling off your bed, you patter over towards the end of the hall, finding the most entertaining part of your home; your sex room. 
You giggle evilly, ready to place your plan into motion until you ram into a hurdle—Taehyung always locks the room. You curse, remembering that he proclaimed it’s to ensure you never venture in by yourself and either a) plan something sneaky behind his back, or b), use it to play with yourself. 
Funny how your husband knows you so well; you’re going to violate both rules. 
The universe shifts in your favour when you consider your options. You know Mrs. Choi and Seo own a copy of the key since they’re the ones who clean it; sometimes it amazes you how loyal the kind ladies are, they’ve never once judged a damn thing about your kinky sex life. 
You kiss your teeth once you consider they’re currently out, so it’s no use. You contemplate where Taehyung could possibly hide his copy of the key. Surely he’s smart enough to personally keep it on him, though has an extra in case one of the housekeepers loses theirs. Pacing the second floor, you constantly rummage through your mind attempting to figure out exactly where he could’ve stashed the copy. 
It’s only when your eyes land on your bedroom, do you finally have an ‘ah-hah’ moment. 
Your fingers clasp one of the brand new photos Taehyung framed in your bedroom; he’d enlarged your wedding photo to hang above your granite fireplace downstairs, replacing the frame he kept on his night table with a photo of you and him in New Zealand. 
You remember him explaining to you why he chose the distinct photo; he described your emotional New Zealand trip as a key moment he realized he’d love you for an eternity. At the time, the sentiment melted your heart considering the pressing situation then, desiring to have a closer look at the photo, but Taehyung had snatched the frame from your grasp, scolding you. 
He oddly claimed he didn’t want you to break the frame, and ordered you to never touch it. You’d simply let it go then, but something constantly nagged at you about his behaviour. 
Following your hunch, you grasp the frame to carefully open it. Once you lift the back, the smile that graces your face is utterly conniving—he hid the key behind your photo. 
It made perfect sense considering it’s out-of-the-box genius, just like your husband, but also someplace Taehyung could easily access, and one he’d also remember. 
Shuffling down the hall, you unlock the sex room to scour inside it. You faintly remembered the exact drawer Taehyung kept all the vibrators, letting your fingers brush over various sizes, shapes, and colours of the toys. 
Settling on a lilac wand, you snag it with eagerness, quickly shutting the drawer and door before returning to your bedroom. 
Leaping onto your bed, you snatch your phone off your night table, clicking on your conversation with Taehyung. You find his messages from two days ago, telling you to visit his office; if only he knew it would lead him to his downfall today.
[11:07 am]: taehyung 
Usually, Taehyung never took more than a few minutes to respond to you. Only if he’s urgently tending to something would he inform you he’s busy, though you know his conference ended 10 minutes ago; he’s most likely on his phone, anyway. 
You receive a read receipt a minute later, though Taehyung doesn’t text anything. You quirk a brow, tapping over your keyboard again. 
[11:09 am]: taehyung 
[11:09 am]: hello 
Again, the read receipts are there, though his messages remain non-existent. You grow annoyed, wondering if he’s possibly ignoring you—but even if he is, why would he leave the messages open to read? 
[11:10 am]: hello husband 
[11:10 am]:  husbiebun
[11:11 am]: most handsome man in the world
[11:11 am]: man that rocks my world 
[11:12 am]: man that owns my pussy
[11:14 am]: taehyung
[11:14 am]: baby
[11:14 am]: answer me 
[11:15 am]: i’m going to keep texting you until you respond to me 
[11:15 am]: Taehyung
[11:15 am]: Mr. Kim
[11:15 am]: tAEHYUNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Husbiebun <3: JESUS CHRIST THIS WOMAN
Husbiebun <3: i was going to message you but had to speak to an executive, I’m back in my office now 
Husbiebun <3: what did you need?? 
Feeling slightly guilty, you shove it away, reclining against your headboard as you toy with your underwear—you feel extremely compelled to tear it off. 
[11:15 am]: i’m sorry, i just wanted to talk to you
Husbiebun <3: it’s okay, what did you want to talk about? 
Husbiebun <3: are you not feeling well? 
Annoyingly endeared by him, you hide your flustered face behind a facade of seriousness. 
[11:15 am]: i wanted to facetime, are you free right now? 
Husbiebun <3: facetime? sure, i’m not exactly free but i can keep you on while i work
Husbiebun <3: i’ll call you in two minutes, love 
Feeling giddy inside, you physically force yourself to school your face—how could he still make you feel butterflies in your stomach when you’re more than a year into your relationship? 
You’re still that whipped for him, huh? 
Suddenly, Taehyung’s contact name with the precious photo you took of him in front of the Eiffel Tower lights up your screen, swiping to accept. 
The call connects, revealing Taehyung in his Gucci glasses, sitting behind his desk as he twiddles with a pen. He waves at you with a kind smile—his gorgeous face brings you instant ease. 
“Hey, Princess.” 
“Hi, Taehyung.” 
He masterfully twirls the pen in his hand as he refocuses on the sheets before him. You can’t exactly see his work—his phone is propped on his desk, though you can tell by the hot furrow in his brow he’s working hard. 
How incredibly sexy. 
“How’s your day been?” He affectionately queries, busy studying lines. 
“Good, I’ve been chilling in our room with my drawing tablet.” 
You see him crack a fond smile. “Have you eaten?” 
“Yes, I have.”
“Good.” He praises, nibbling his luscious bottom lip. “What did you eat?” 
You tap your chin attempting to remember. “I had avocado toast and a mango-pineapple fruit bowl.” You recall, soon having an ‘ah-hah’ moment. “Oh, and Mrs. Choi made me eat grapefruit and oranges this morning; I wonder why.”
“Ah, that’s good.” Taehyung brightens up, swiping his slender fingers over his laptop’s mouse pad, then referring to his sheets. “I asked Mrs. Choi and Seo to start serving you more citrus fruits; vitamin-C is good for getting pregnant.” 
Your cheeks instantly flush, impressed by his innate care and initiative—he’s so charming. “Oh, I didn’t know.” 
“Mm,” the deep hum of his baritone voice is hypnotizing, nearly melting your insides. “Always eat your fruits, Princess; good girls eat their fruits.” 
You fall silent secretly doting on him—sometimes he turns you into a complete pile of mush. Your bashful smile never wipes off your face, unable to contain the fluttering of your heart. By the time Taehyung glimpses at you through the camera, he notices, fondly chuckling. “What did you want to talk about, pretty girl?” 
You shyly pout watching him write, toying with the end of your shirt. “Honestly? Nothing much, I just watched your conference and thought about how…” you trail, speaking through protruded lips. 
“Hmm?” He mellifluously hums. “What did you think about?” 
You twiddle your fingers, stealing glances at his breath-taking side-profile; his beauty was truly carved by the gods. “I thought that you looked really handsome.”
Taehyung’s lips contort with a faint smile, inscribing his impeccable signature on a sheet. “You wanted to call me to tell me I looked handsome?” 
“Well, that; and I also considered how many other people probably thought the same thing, and I wanted you away from ogling eyes.” You haughtily explain, crossing your arms. 
Taehyung warmly chuckles; you adore the smile that graces his lips. “You’re a certified cutie, you know that?” 
Sheepish, you giggle like a schoolgirl, hiding a stupid grin. Taehyung glimpses in your direction at the sound, flipping a page. “I see you decided to wear clothes.” 
Flashing a look at your shirt, you narrow your eyes. “Why? You don’t like when I’m naked?” 
“I love when you’re naked,” he replies. “I just know you get cold.” 
You nearly scoff—Taehyung is sincerely too perfect sometimes. How can he make you feel horny, giddy, and absolutely adored within a matter of mere minutes? All while he’s not even here? It’s as though your anger towards him was dissipating, pissing you off.
Reminded of your original revenge scheme, you lay flat on your stomach, slowly pressing your body into the satin sheets. Kicking your legs up, you carelessly swing them while resting your cheek in your palm, closely watching him through the camera. “What would you have done if I wasn’t wearing clothes…” You voice seductively, biting your lip as you contemplate your next word. “Daddy?” 
Taehyung instantly cocks a brow as he pauses. “What did you just say?” 
“I just asked what my punishment would be for not wearing clothes right now, daddy.” 
Taehyung slowly smacks his lips, lightly laughing before he returns to his work. “I wouldn’t have done anything, honestly.” 
“Really?” You voice lilts with a question mark. “Nothing ruffles your feathers about me being home half-naked without you? What if a board member of yours sees you FaceTiming your wife with her boobs out?” 
Taehyung snorts, tapping his pen on his paper. “First of all, I only FaceTime or video call you in my office, and nobody comes in here without a scheduled appointment; except you.” He matter-of-factly states. “Second, it’s completely fine if your boobs are out at home; I see them all the time. As long as you’re comfortable, I’m good.” 
You ironically pout hearing his answer, heart sinking in your chest. “So you don’t get turned on seeing my boobs anymore?” 
Taehyung’s eyes instantly widen, panicking as he turns towards the screen. “No, no, Princess. I love your boobs, I just know you like being braless at home so they’re normal to me, and I wouldn’t punish you for it.” 
Hmphing, you puff your cheeks. “Well in that case…” Your hands grip the hem of your shirt, stripping it off. Taehyung steals a glimpse at you, completely normal as he views your braless frame—it’s when you hook onto your panties does he say something. 
“Princess, what are you doing?” 
“What? You don’t mind if I’m naked at home, don’t you?” 
He visibly swallows, clearing his throat. “Aren’t Mrs. Choi and Seo home?” 
“They’re grocery-shopping, and they’re women, anyway.” 
Taehyung slowly wets his lips, adjusting his glasses on his face. “Be my guest, then.” 
Smiling proudly, you slowly, seductively strip off your underwear, entertained by Taehyung glancing towards his screen—he’s attempting to act unbothered, but his bobbing Adam’s Apple gives him away. 
You sling your underwear elsewhere, watching Taehyung as he returns to work. Again, you feel yourself gush watching him in his element, driven by your now naked frame. Your hand curls around the purple wand you snatched earlier behind your phone, devising your set-up. 
“So… I guess my dommy husband has let up on his punishments then, huh?” 
Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow. “What makes you say that?” 
“Usually you would've punished me for being naked without you, Mr. Kim.” 
Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, diligently scanning his work. “As long as you’re not touching yourself, I’m okay with it.” He explains. “My wife can be naked in her own house.” 
Your lips curve similarly to the Cheshire Cat, mind brewing with deception. “And what if I was touching myself?” 
Taehyung freezes when he flips a page. “Huh?” 
“What if I was touching myself, Mr. Kim?” 
Cocking a brow at your audacity, Taehyung’s tone is authoritative. “Are we not currently in a war abstaining from sex? Think carefully about what you’re saying, Y/N.” 
His harsher timbre makes your body shudder with pleasure, fuelling your neediness. “Well, technically, this isn’t sex, it’s masturbating.” You correct him, finally revealing the vibrator. “And I think I’m gonna do it now.” 
Clicking on the toy, Taehyung’s eyes visibly widen, unable to fathom what he sees. “Y/N, where the fuck did you get that? How did you find my key?!” 
“I know my dear husband too well.” You snark, biting your lips as you press the vibrating toy to your collarbone—your nipples automatically harden. 
Taehyung’s eyes harden watching you, speaking seriously into his screen. “Y/N, you know touching yourself is against one of my rules, stop right the hell now.” 
“Awh, does Taehyungie think I’ll actually listen to him?” You chide, slipping the vibrator towards the top of your breast. You instantly hiss, carnal eyes meeting his angry ones. “Hilarious.” 
“You goddamn—“ Taehyung swipes a troubled hand over his face, huffing out. “Listen, baby, if this is about yesterday, I’m sorry, okay? Maybe I played too dirty, but I sincerely apologize. You can stop now, alright?” 
You scoff, ignoring him and letting your vibrator touch your nipple—you gasp, throwing your head back against the headboard. Taehyung kisses his teeth, his voice more urgent. “Princess, stop this instant—you know my rules about toys and touching yourself. I don’t tolerate it.” 
Neglecting his warning, you slide the vibrator lower, moaning as the buzzing sinks through your skin, stirring delicious arousal inside you. Taehyung kisses his teeth when he listens to your erotic sigh.
“Jagiya, listen to me; let’s put the vibrator away and talk, yeah?” Taehyung attempts to negotiate, his tone much sweeter. “Isn’t this whole argument of ours childish in the first place? We’re both grown adults trying to become parents; let’s handle this in a civilized manner, alright?” 
Sending him the most deadpan expression ever, you purposefully descend the vibrator towards your slit. Soon, the digits of your unoccupied hand slip through your folds, feeling your dripping cum. You lightly gasp, swishing around your essence with fascination. “I hope you know I’m very wet right now, Taehyung. All because I watched you be my sexy CEO husband—I can’t stop thinking about you.” 
You gently moan once you slide through your cunt towards your clit, lightly brushing the pulsing bud. Your husband scoffs on the other end when you shudder, exasperated. “Y/N, listen to me! I swear if you touch yourself right now, I’ll go insane, and your punishment will reflect that.” 
“Good, that’s exactly what I want.” 
And without further ado, you press the vibrstor to your throbbing clit, erupting a sensual sigh from you. Your body jerks alive, head leaning back into your pillow—Taehyung instantly shouts through your screen. 
“Y/N, you brat!” 
You listen to him constantly repeat that you’re a stubborn, disobedient bad girl, and the punishment he’ll deliver for your behaviour will destroy you, but you evilly laugh as a response, sweetening your tone. “I’ll be pausing my video now, by the way, so all you’ll be able to hear is my moans as I touch myself, but you can’t see or do anything about it, Mr. Kim.” 
You watch his eyes glower with anger, fed up with your audacity. “Kim Y/N, I swear if you—” And Taehyung disappears when you pause your video, finally able to unabashedly play with yourself. With neither of your housekeepers home as well, you lay back, indulging in rubbing the vibrating wand against your pussy. 
The moans you let out are pornographic, your skin set alight by the delicious buzzing. It prompts cum to ooze out of you like clockwork, your clit gloriously stimulated as you enjoy the absolute freedom, relishing in yours otherworldly pleasure. 
You’re pulled out of your piece of paradise when you hear Taehyung’s menacing voice, evidently done for. “Y/N, I swear to God, if you moan one more time—” 
“Ngh,” you sigh, rutting your eager hips against the lilac toy. 
“Oh my fucking—Y/N!” 
“Fuck,” you let out a high-pitched cry, melting when the buzzing wand sends shockwaves of arousal through you. You dip it lower, teasing your fluttering hole—you instantly spasm with need, desiring something within the walls of your cave. “Ah! Oh my god…” 
“Y/N,” Taehyung sounds painfully desparate, practically begging you. “You have to stop, baby, I can’t listen to you moan like that but not see you.” 
“Fuck, Taehyung.” You pant, rubbing the wand against your fiery hot cunt. “I get why… you don’t let me use toys.” You swallow harshly, ready to plunge the thick, vibrating toy inside you. “I need this inside me, ugh.” 
“No fucking way.” Taehyung vehemently denies. “Don’t you dare put it inside you, do not.” 
“But it feels so good, baby.” You sigh, head spinning with delirium. You’ve never been able to indulge in the use of a vibrator, now completely enjoying the free reign you own. Playing with yourself is immensely pleasuring, your eyes hooding over, pussy leaking all over your once impeccable bed sheets. “I’m so wet, Taehyung, fuck.” 
“You’re the brattiest little thing I know,” Taehyung grits, before he deeply sighs, quite literally beseeching. “You can’t do this to me, Jagiya. Let me come home, I swear I’ll pleasure you in any way, just wait until I’m home.” 
“No, you can’t… get away with yesterday.” You breathe harshly, feeding off the delicious vibrating. You click the toy to increase its speed, crying out when the stronger vibrations spasm through you. “Oh my god, oh my god!”
“Y/N, you did not just increase the speed of that vibrator!” 
Ignoring him, your mind explodes with colours, floating in paradise as the buzzing wand delivers waves of pleasure. “Ngh, Taehyung, oh my fucking god!”
“That’s it, that’s it!” Your husband hollers. “I’m coming home, I’m coming home this instant!” You listen to Taehyung rummage around on his side, but you’re far too fucked out to even sense his anger. 
“Shit… shit, shit, shit.” You gasp, grinding your teeth to manage the fluttery sensation within your gut. You can feel something deliciously simmering, ready to release. “Fuck, I’m getting close, oh shit, I’m close!” 
You listen to Taehyung order someone on his end, speaking harshly into the receiver. “I swear I won’t forgive you for this, Y/N, less than ten minutes and I’ll be home, just wait.” 
“Awh, I’m so scared–ah!” You moan through your taunt, sighing out with pleasure. 
“Baby, stop moaning, oh my fucking God stop moaning.” Taehyung sounds as though he’s losing his sanity, evidently clenching his jaw. “I’m driving and my phone’s fucking connected to my car, stop moaning!”
“Ngh!” You moan louder, half taunting, half because you’re constantly teasing your spasming hole. 
“Fuck me, I can hear you everywhere, stop moaning!” 
“God, this feels amazing,” you deliriously sigh, erotic noises bouncing off the walls of your room. “Fuck you… Taehyung… for not letting me use vibrators.” 
“This is why, you slut.” Taehyung hisses, his rough tone lighting your squirming body on fire. “You’re the epitome of a disobedient brat; you know exactly what kills me and use it against me!” 
“What? Being able to hear me, but not see me? Or the opposite? You’re such a simple man, Kim Taehyung, so–oh my god.” You erupt with a heady moan when you plunge the tip of the wand inside your pussy hole, unable to contain yourself.
“For fuck’s sake, you’re torturing me, Princess. Either stop or mute yourself, you’re killing me!” 
“You can just… hang up–fuck!” 
“It’ll kill me even more knowing you could orgasm without me,” he reasons. “Five minutes and I’ll be home, five fucking minutes, dammit!” 
“You can just wave the white flag, Tae.” You coo, strangling fucked out groans. “All you need to do… is come home and put your dick inside me, baby, it’s that simple.” You chide him just as he did yesterday, indulging in your sweet revenge.
 “You know I can’t do that!” He shouts. 
“Can’t? Or won’t–ugh.” 
“You’re so–! This is cruel, Y/N, you’re completely violating the rules, this is a crime!” 
“Rules? I don’t remember those–oh god.” 
“I told you to stop moaning!” He angrily directs. “You need to shut your pretty mouth before I do it myself.” 
“Awh, is Mr. Kim gonna punish me? What if I can’t stop—ngh!” 
“Y/N, shut up!” 
“Come home and fuck me, Mr. Kim, fuck me like the whore I am, fuck me like your needy little sub.” You purposefully coo, melding it with your graphic moans. 
“You witch, you’re a witch!” He cries out, sounding as though he’s hanging by his last thread. “What happened to my good girl, huh? When did she get so bad?” 
You smirk, lacing your timbre with seduction. “Your good girl’s gone, Mr. Kim,” you purr. “You need to come home and fuck her into her place.” 
“For fuck’s sake!” Taehyung howls, his voice utterly fed up. “You’re done, you’re done!”
“What?” You retort, swept up in the intense moment. “Didn’t want me to discover vibrators because they’re better than your dick?” 
Now that is what ticks Taehyung off, his voice roaring through the phone. “Oh you little—you’re fucking in for it!” 
All you hear is the FaceTime call cut out, too distracted by your pleasure to pay any real attention. Your orgasm bubbles— swirls around inside you as your toes curl, your eyes roll back and your body operates on sheer pleasure alone. 
The vibrations ripple throughout your sex, curious as to how the wand would feel inside you. You sheath it inside without a care, exploding with a mewl when the spasming toy greets your eager walls. It feels glorious, shuddering with pleasure as you indulge in the gracious vibrations. 
You’re reaching your limit, so sucked up into your own world you crazily speed up the vibrator, needing it to beat inside your pulsing walls until you unravel like a wind up toy. The vibrations ceaselessly ripple through you now, the speed so delicious your hands automatically latch into the headboard behind you. You hang on for dear life as a powerful orgasm sneaks up on you, building, building, and building, your moans unstoppable, your pussy walls throbbing, your legs shaking, body begging for your much-needed release. 
And just when your cries reach a crescendo, your bedroom door suddenly swings open, revealing your winded, cross husband. “Y/N-!” 
He never finishes his sentence, because the most powerful, earth-shattering orgasm erupts within you, your body jerking off the bed as you convulse. Every muscle in your body tenses with immeasurable pleasure, falling into your sheets, skin slickened with sweat, utterly spent of all your energy. 
You pant wildly as you come down your high, barely able to register Taehyung’s glowering eyes and his rageful, reprimanding voice. “You did not just—I can’t believe you!” 
Feeling the weight of your body sink into the mattress, your half-lidded eyes are the only thing able to move, sliding over to an angry Taehyung. “You’re literally evil, a goddamn witch!” He shouts, throwing his arms up in the air. “I swear I’ll only tolerate this shit in our home, you better not pull this revenge crap when we’re in public!” 
You have nothing to counter him, breaking into a fucked-out grin as you send him a thumbs up, elated that you’d successfully gotten back at him. “This is… for yesterday… asshole.” 
“Y/N, I’m serious.” Tahyung presses, pushing his jacket backwards to perch his hands on his hips. “You know we have Hoseok’s dinner this Friday; I swear if you don’t behave by then, I’m going to retaliate far worse than you.” 
You soak in his threat paired with an accusing finger, though it only inflates your ego. His challenge ignites something inside you, gaining enough strength to bite back. “Scared I’m going to win, loverboy?” 
Taehyung scoffs. “You’re not winning, you damn brat.” 
“We’ll see about that.” You retort, staring down Taehyung with scrutinizing eyes as he shoots back a fiery look. He eventually has enough, storming out of your bedroom as a string of complaints leave his mouth. 
You plop back into the sheets, floating on the cloud nine by the time sleep threatens to wash over your blissed-out, exhausted body. 
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The next three days of your life consisted of sheer mayhem.
Taehyung wasn’t kidding when he proclaimed the level of his retaliation. Peace has been a fragile concept in your household ever since, having transformed into a makeshift battlefield where you and your husband snag every opportunity to gain your revenge on each other. 
Tuesday morning when you’d hopped in the shower, Taehyung slipped inside in the middle of your shampooing. You cocked a questioning brow as you faced him—he shot back an unbothered shrug. 
“What? I can’t shower in my own house?” 
Rolling your eyes, you sighed as you returned to lathering up your hair, allowing him to do whatever he must. You both washed up quite normally, pretty distanced from one another until Taehyung began purposefully invading your space. 
He constantly reached over you for his shampoo, body wash, even your loofah with feigned innocence, deliberately brushing up against your naked body each time. Eventually, his hands naturally began roaming your wet skin, and here came your perpetual doom. 
The sensation of his touch felt intensifying, biting your lip to manage your arousal when he skimmed your sensitive spots. When his pillowy lips found their way to your neck, you melted into his strong chest, relishing in the shower water streaming down your entangled figures. 
His fingers traversed your body sensually, stroking you with such purposeful seduction, you nearly moaned. It wasn’t until his flesh caressed your backside did you recognize his sneaky scheme. You swatted him away with a scoff, sneering at him and his cunningness—your husband only flashed you a shit-eating smirk. 
That following day, you decided to be Satan's spawn. You twirled your pen as you eyed your gorgeous husband lead this morning’s meeting, watching him effortlessly carry himself with grace and professionalism—you ignored the arousal he stirred inside you. 
Once the meeting finished, you purposefully stalled on collecting your papers, watching Taehyung bid a farewell to everyone as they exited. Once your unsuspecting husband rose from his seat to vacate the area, you ambushed him, blocking him from opening the door. 
His eyes widened with surprised, though hardened into scrutinizing slits once he figured out your game. You argued for all of five minutes before you walked the delicious man back to his seat, shoving him into his chair. You slid a leg over his lap, seductively toying with his Tom Ford tie.
He watched you do so, his jaw flexing as he tongued the inside of his cheek. “Having fun, Princess?” He  condescended. “You can play with me all you want; we all know at the end of day I’m your boss, and the CEO your pussy.” 
Bitterly laughing, you harshly pulled him towards your face with his tie, eyeing him down. You let a finger glide over his perfect cupid’s bow and down the column of his throat, brushing his lips with your own. “And at the end of the day, we all know you’re an absolute simp for me, so who really owns who?” 
Taehyung remained adamant you’ll break first, challenging you back, though once you leaned over and whispered something scandalous in his ear, he erupted into angry flames, simmering with betrayal. You proudly strutted out the meeting room, an accomplished smile plastering across your face.
Who knew going commando could get your husband’s panties in a twist? Men are sincerely so simple.
But, come the next day, Taehyung decided he’s not fucking around anymore. 
You nearly jumped out of your skin when your office door unexpectedly shut, flitting up to find your Adonis-like husband leaning against it, dressed in an incredibly dapper, three-piece navy blue suit. Taehyung tilted his head, piercing your soul with his playful irises, hands shoved into his pockets. 
You quirked a suspicious brow, questioning him of his arrival. “What the fuck do you want, loverboy?” 
He raised his brows at your tone. “I don’t think that’s how you address your boss, Mrs. Kim.” 
“My bad,” you retorted. “What the fuck do you want, Mr. Kim?” 
Tonguing the inside of his cheek, a smug grin teases Taehyung’s lips at your use of an honorific, his index finger sliding across his bottom lip. “I’m here to speak to you as Mrs. Kim, a talented architect. I wanted to discuss something very important.”
Clearing your throat, you unwillingly welcomed him to sit. “Be my guest then, sir.” 
Taehyung twitched at your use of ‘sir’, suppressing a cough. He unbuttoned his debonair suit as he seated himself across from you. “Thank you, Mrs. Kim. I’ll cut right to the chase, you must be a busy woman.” 
You appreciatively smiled at his politeness. 
“Essentially, what I wanted to discuss is quite personal, though I wanted your opinion as an architect regarding the matter.” He began; you followed his example of professionalism.
“Of course, what’s the matter, Mr. Kim?” 
“Well, as you know, I’m married.” He proudly established, toying with his wedding band. “To this absolutely gorgeous, stellar woman. Love of my life, really, wouldn’t have it any other way.” He casually proclaimed—you attempted to hide your flushed cheeks as he spoke. 
“I see; how lucky you are?” 
“Very lucky indeed.” He gracefully smiles. “However, she has this horrible habit of being an insufferable brat and disobeying me—so I’ve been devising many ways to punish her.” 
Gulping, you nearly choke on your spit, trying to follow whatever act he’s performing. “Pardon me?” 
“Yes, we have a Dom/sub relationship and I’ve been considering ways I can punish her for her attitude.” Taehyung nonchalantly admits. “I was thinking about installing some new things in our sex room to ensure she obeys me.” 
Coughing, you can barely look the man seriously in the eye—he’s surely fucking with you, but his Oscar-worthy perfomance had you following his every step. “W-wow, she sounds like a handful.” You grimace, scrunching your nose—who knew you’d be referring to yourself in third-person today? “Though isn’t this a bit too personal, Mr. Kim? It may be unprofessional to discuss something of this matter with one of your employees.” 
From across your desk, Taehyung gave you a look darker than hell itself, shattering all your confidence. He had single-handedly submitted you with his intimidating eyes, soon rising from his seat. He rounded your desk, settling behind your chair, gulping when you felt his domineering aura permeate your back. 
He leaned over, placing his hands either side of you against your desk to trap you, his lips dangerously close to your ear—he brushed your helix with a hot, deep whisper. “Are you suggesting I don’t know how to be professional at my own company, Mrs. Kim?” 
The sharpest surge of arousal spiked through your cunt, shuddering when his heady Invictus cologne flooded your nostrils. His aftershave was killing you; did he just have to fucking shave this morning? 
Weting your lips, you swallowed harshly, shaking in your heels. “I wouldn’t do such a thing, Mr. Kim.” 
“Mm,” he hums. “That’s what I thought.” His caramel-smooth, baritone voice lights your pussy on fire, squirming when he speaks again. “Now, I still need your professional opinion, Mrs. Kim.” 
“Y-Yes.” Your palms begin sweating, tightly clutching them together to resist shoving your tongue down Taehyung’s throat—how could he intimidate you and turn you on in the same breath? He’s a powerful, powerful man. “What would you like to ask?” 
“I’d like to ask about the architectural science and safety measures of installing something in my sex room.” His unbothered, breezy tone ticks you off, yet arouses you the same; how could he ask something so blatantly scandalous? This man was truly never one to fuck with, especially when he was serious. “It’s for my wife.” 
Holding your breath, you clear your clogged throat. “What-what would you need to know?” 
Embodying the devil himself, Taehyung’s voice dropped an octave, voice deeper than the depths of hell. “I wanted to know the best way I could suspend her from the ceiling.” 
Your eyes widened, face burning so hot your cheeks could’ve melted. You shoveed your hands between your thighs, attempting to manage the wave of cum he gushed out of you. You nearly scream when Taehyung curls your hair behind the ear his lips brushed, his sweet, heated breaths lighting your skin on fire. 
“Tell me, Mrs. Kim.” 
You clutch the fabric of your skirt for dear life, pressing your thighs together. Your breathing was uneven, hitching as Taehyung’s intoxicating presence made your heart roar inside your chest. Your raging hormones screamed at you to simply jump the tempting man—jump him and bounce all over his perfect dick until you release a year’s worth of orgasms, let your sweaty bodies rut against each other until he spills his hot seed inside you. 
But once your pride takes over the conversation, you grow angry, commending him for his clever attack, but never surrendering. You turn towards him with glowering eyes, batting his hand off you. “How’s about I tell you to fuck off, Mr. Kim?” 
Taehyung heartily laughs, entertained by you. “Why, Mrs. Kim? I was simply asking a question, how dare you speak to your superior with that tone?”
“Perhaps you should ask your gorgeous, talented, wonderful wife.” You snark. “She doesn’t even sound like the problem, this all seems like a you-problem.” 
Taehyung leans back to his full height as he rounds your desk, wearing a confident, shit-eating smirk. “We’ll see if it’s a me-problem when she’s the one hanging from my ceiling.” He bites back, leaning his hands on your desk. “Absolutely naked, ready for my taking.” 
His sinful stare grips your very soul. You inhale sharply when you feel his dominant, alpha male energy permeate you, pussy aching to be full of him. When he shot one last bounce of his brows, his suave walk out of your office lit you up like a firecracker, nearly throwing your pen at him. 
The constant battle for a winner continued into Thursday, wildly scandalous shenanigans headlining your useless war. 
Sending each other endless thirst traps on snapchat, cheeky nudes, erotic voice notes, teasing touches, sudden naked appearances in close vicinity to each other—absolutely nothing was left off the table. 
Taehyung even purposefully brought his work out equipment home to exercise in front of you, coaxing essence out of like sap from a tree—you nearly ripped his shorts down to gobble up his cock once you spotted the glistening sweat on his lean muscles, heard his deep, masculine grunts as he lifted, watched him heavily breathe between each set. 
You’d bought the skimpiest lingerie set possible to raid one of his conferences at home. He was seated on your spacious love seat in the entertainment area, eloquently speaking about some transactions with his financial team. He sounded incredibly sexy, even looked it, too—sleeves rolled up, top of his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his delicious chest.
You adored the rageful look in his eyes once you presented yourself, completely unbothered. You made room on his lap as you carelessly sat yourself on his crotch—it was your throne, anyway. He shot you an irritated expression as you courageously tipped your chin, clicking Netflix on your gigantic TV. 
You casted your bare legs over the leather armrest, cozying up your ass over his clothed dick. Taehyung twitched when he felt your pussy—your lace panties were unfairly non-existent. 
He cleared his throat as he continued listening to the others in his meeting, attempting to ignore your nearly naked body casually sitting on him. He snuck glances at your cleavage, two round globes supported by a push-up bra, though attempted to (unsuccessfully) ignore it. His arms caged around you once he began working on his laptop, effortlessly typing away. 
You leaned your head against Taehyung’s warm chest, snuggling into him like a puzzle piece. 
Your revenge plan began when you finally arrived at the perfect scene to start it all, considering the movie you chose, of all films. 
Fifty Shades of Grey. 
You let the sounds of Christian and Anatasia having sex fill the room, even putting up the volume just to hear them better. Taehyung flashed his annoyed eyes at the screen, rolling them when he sees you upping the volume. He remained unbothered until you maneuvered your ass over his crotch for comfort—you rubbed his subtly erect member, feeling it twitch. 
He subdued a groan when you did it again, promiscuously adjusting your position. Your husband remained adamant on ignoring you, containing himself. But when you purposefully gyrated your hips over him, Taehyung instantly grappled you, digging his fingers into your skin.
 “Y/N, I will literally fuck you against our TV.” He hissed, his irises furiously glowing with warning. “Sit still and watch your movie, or the TV won’t be the only thing I break.” 
You swallowed harshly hearing the sternness in his timbre—he was serious about possibly fucking you so hard he breaks your back. You decided to oblige, settling against his chest again to silently watch your movie—you actually liked the Fifty Shades franchise, anyway.
Things remained a little tense after that, but not malicious. Dinner later that day was lukewarm, both of you eating in silence, until somehow, the tension boiled over. 
Taehyung had sent Mrs. Choi and Seo home earlier that day, leaving you and him to clean up. Washing dishes should’ve been perfectly normal, if it weren’t for the many times you both constantly brushed each other, already vibrating with so much sexual tension, Taehyung threw his drying towel away to take your lips. 
He had pressed you into the kitchen counter, hoisting you onto the surface as he ground his hips into your barely dressed pussy, robe flung open. Your perky breasts rubbed against his shirt—you were still wearing your lingerie set, and clearly he’d had enough. His hands constantly roamed your body, brushing your bare thighs up and down, up and down until his fingers instinctively slid towards you center, swiping through your damp panties. 
You gasped into his mouth, eliciting something carnal to ignite his eyes. Before you knew it, a full-on, heated makeout session ensued. 
Clearly the 5 days you’d gone without each other had you craving the other in irrevocable ways. Taehyung’s pants were hot against your lips, biting, sucking, licking them as though he were starved, as though the only meal he craved was you.  
You hissed when he pressed the pads of his fingers into you, incredibly sensitive down there. Your hands naturally aimed for his belt, your hips shamelessly riding his masterful fingers. It wasn’t until you ripped open his pants did reality strike you both like lightning—you pulled away from each other instantly. 
Taehyung accused you of attempting to seduce him, while you spat back that he’s the one who started it. The argument lasted long enough that you both decided to sleep in different rooms—sharing a bed would not only heighten your anger, but the craving to jump each other’s bones. 
Now, Friday had arrived, also known as operation Hoseok’s dinner party, and also day 6 without sex. 
“Hob-ah, how’s your recent club been doing? Wasn’t there an issue with one of the bouncers?” 
“Jimin, c’mon, just choose a goddamn gift for your fiance’s birthday already.” 
“Jungkook, stop playing with your dick and fess up—you’re clearly into your wife.” 
The ridiculous chatter is endless as you and Taehyung’s friends gather at an exclusive restaurant for a night out, Namjoon and Seokjin accompanied by their wives, while the rest indulge in friendly conversation. 
Hoseok was celebrating the stellar news about the progress with his new beau; they’d started officially dating.
Everyone currently bugged the poor girl with nitpicky questions, throwing around harmless jokes and insults at an embarrassed, though elated Hoseok. Taehyung indulge in here and there, though predominantly remained focused on his phone; it seemed he was receiving important emails tonight. 
Your husband examined his screen carefully as he reclined in the restaurant’s booth, which should’ve been okay, if it weren’t for the firm hand he kept clasped on your thigh. It was a habit of his: Taehyung claimed he always needed to be touching your scrumptious thighs. 
Currently, he danced the tips of fingers across your bare skin. It was something harmless and ingrained in him, your husband drawing useless circles and patterns as he scrutinized the lines of a dense email. You ground your teeth trying to manage the constant touch of his hand; you were a pathetic whore for Taehyung’s gorgeous, veiny, gigantic hands caressing you, and you were near exploding. 
His rings looked impeccable, paired with the Patek Phillipe watch you gifted him for Christmas hugging his wrist, his wedding band glimmering under the restaurant’s ambient yellow lights. 
You squirm your toes trying to contain yourself. His fingertips are stroking the inside of your thigh, tirelessly teasing you with lewd ideas. Once he travels a mere inch towards your core, you’ve had enough, suddenly shoving his hand off you. Taehyung sends you a puzzled look, asking what’s wrong through his coffee irises. 
You respond with a mocking look, annoyed. Taehyung shoots a ‘what the fuck’ expression as you cross your arms, ignoring him. It only makes him press you harder, clasping your arm to encourage you to look at him—the tension between you two catches the eyes of a certain someone.
“Oof, trouble in paradise, friends?” Seokjin notes beside you. 
You and Taehyung both turn heads, caught like two deers in headlights. 
“You’ve both barely spoken to each other, is everything alright?” Seokjin considerately asks. “Unless you don’t want to talk about it.” 
Swallowing, you let Taehyung do the talking. “We’re fine, hyung. Thanks for asking.” 
“You sure?” He queries. “You know you both can come to me with anything, I have plenty of experience with my own relationship. I feel a little sad seeing you guys like this.” 
Touched by Seokjin’s concern, your eyes soften. Taehyung light-heartedly laughs, landing a friendly palm on Seokjin’s shoulder. “It’s nothing like that, hyung. Y/N and I are just… having a competition, you could say.” 
“A competition?” He quirks a curious brow. “What kind?” 
Taehyung flashes you a look as though asking your permission to proceed—you send him a confirming nod. Leaning towards Seokjin’s ear, Taehyung whispers the details about your current kerfuffle; Seokjin immediately erupts into hearty laughter.
“No fucking way, you guys are having a competition to see how long you can last without sex?!” 
Seokjin being the ever-so loud, rambunctious member of the group, the entire table is privy to your childish war, erupting into amused cackles.
“What? These two?” Namjoon points between you with a snort. “These two who can barely keep their hands off each other? You can’t even take them out without risking getting booked for indecency.” 
“No goddamn way,” Hoseok comments, stifling his giddy laughter. “Namjoon’s right, I bet there isn’t a single universe where these two fuck bunnies even last two days.” 
“Two days?” Jungkook chips in, clucking his tongue. “That’s being nice, hyung. They could barely last a day with the amount that they fuck—I literally have trauma with calling them because I know I’ll hear a porno in the making like last time.”
“Taehyung, how could you not tell me this?” Jimin acts scandalized, slamming his hand on the table; he may be a bit drunk. “I’m your best friend!” 
“Woah, okay, calm down, you clowns.” Taehyung gestures at his friends. “Jimin, it’s between Y/N and I, so I didn’t say anything. And you three, for your fucking information, we’ve gone 6 days without sex, so shut the fuck up, will you?” 
“6 days? Holy shit, somebody write this down!” Seokjin hollers, wiping his fake tears. “It’s a historical day for society!” 
“6 days without sex? Oh, these lovebirds aren’t lasting. Someone call the psych ward, they’re gonna go insane soon.” Jimin proclaims. 
“You kidding me? Give them both some alcohol and I bet they’ll fuck like wild animals when they get home.” Jungkook slams his hefty wallet on the table, scouring for bills. “Who wants to bet money on it?” 
Namjoon retaliates. “At home? Please, Jungkook, 70,000 won says they’ll do it in the Mercedes before even getting there.” 
“Who says the restaurant’s bathroom is off limits?” Hoseok chimes in. “130,000 that they’ll fuck in there; even Eunbi’s bathroom wasn’t safe.”
“Please, Hob-ah.” Seokjin grievously laments. “I still have nightmares about that.” 
“Okay! All of you, shut the fuck up!” You derisively sing-song, scolding the rowdy boys. “You guys just love picking at our sex life because of you’re jealous of it.” 
“Exactly; you’re all just bitter you don’t have a relationship like ours.” Taehyung spits at them as he curls an arm around your shoulder; you back him up with vehement nods. 
“Ew, I don’t wanna to be like you two nasty, lovey-dovey losers.” Jungkook retorts. “I’ve already got a crazy sex life of my own, thank you very much, which by the way I gotta tell you all…” 
And Jungkook goes on to explain an insane update on the current fuss with his wife, finally lifting the hot seat you and Taehyung had found yourselves in. The night continued with fun-filled laughter, chatter, and a plentiful amount of food—shit only hit the fan when alcohol was served. 
You and Taehyung both adopted the mindset of drowning your sorrows, inhaling shot after shot. You both became much more free-spirited once liquor entered your systems, finally loosening up enough to have a good time, forgetting all about your petty bet. You laughed into Taehyung’s shoulder as he told you charming jokes and shamelessly flirted with you, he smiled from ear-to-ear watching you cutely giggle—you remained closely entangled together the whole night, lost in the other’s eyes. 
Your drunken giggles were endless as you and Taehyung piled out of the restaurant with the rest of your party, your arms slung around his neck, his snug around your lower back as you fooled around. You’re both busy chuckling at Taehyung trying to kiss you when Namjoon patted your husband’s shoulder. 
“Hey, Taehyung-ah, you two getting home alright?” 
Taehyung shoots Namjoon a narrow-eyed look, slurring his words when he speaks. “Who d’you think I am, hyung? Ovously I wouldn’t dive-drive when I drank alcol.” Your husband hiccups, which causes you to laugh at him. 
Namjoon’s lips curve with a fond, dimply smile, laughing. “Alright, lovebirds. Get home safe.” Namjoon affectionately claps Taehyung’s back. The pair of you send him a drunken thumbs up before Namjoon locates his wife. Taehyung suddenly faces you, cupping your cheeks. 
“Hey, Princess.” He hiccups, his lips pouting as he stares at your plushy ones. “I’m sowry I drank when I’m the diver-driver; I shouldm’ve been more reponsible.” 
Your heart melts as he drunkenly rambles, cupping his cheeks back. “Is okey, Taehyung.” You coo, communicating with him in pout. “You work hard enough; you deserve a bwreak.” 
He brightly grins as he bops your nose, causing you both to stupidly laugh. Mr. Kang ends up finding you two, greeting him as though he were your saviour. He sincerely was, because once he began driving, the alcohol caused you both to disregard your surroundings. Your husband tugged you over his lap and connected your lips for shameless kisses, touches, even temporary stripping of clothes. 
You both incessantly giggled and smiled throughout the steamy session, happily enjoying each other’s company. Mr. Kang even faintly smiled at you two before placing up the partition. 
Arriving home, you burst through the door, liquor having stunted your ability to have a logical conversation. Tossing away your shoes, you run towards Taehyung, hooking your arms around his gorgeously carved neck. 
“Taehyung! Oh my god, we’re home, this is our home!” You drunkenly marvel. 
“Right? Our home, all ours.” Taehyung joins in on your fun, palms encasing your waist, slowly waddling you both inside after shutting the door. “Wouldn’t it be amazing if it wasn’t just us two, though?” 
“Yes, yes!” You excitedly shout. “We need babies, we need so many babies!” 
Taehyung warmly chuckles, his cheeks flushed with alcohol. “I don’t know about so many babies, Princess—it’s gonna hurt you.” 
“But I want your babies!” You angrily pout, leaning your chin on his strong chest. “You don’t want my babies, Taehyung?” 
Taehyung softens at your intoxicated expression, sickeningly in love with you. His palms affectionately encircle your waist, holding you close. “Of course I want your babies, baby. But pregnancy is a lot—I don’t want it to hurt you.” 
“But I need your babies!” You valiantly proclaim, crashing your lips against Taehyung’s so powerfully, the man nearly tumbles backwards. You end up toppling him over your couch, straddling him as he cradles your body over his. 
You both drunkenly make out, sloppy and disarrayed, relishing in each other’s taste before you break away. “I wanna have your babies, Taehyung.” You pout, a sad look dawning on your features. Your soft irises fall to his neck,toying with the top button of his dress shirt. “Why can’t we have a baby?” 
Taehyung’s heart sinks hearing your frail voice, lightly brushing some hair from your face. “We’ll have a baby someday, pretty girl.” He comforts you, stroking his thumb across your cheek. “We’ll keep trying, I promise; I’ll give you all the babies you want.” 
You attempt to blink moisture out of your eyes as depression washes over you; sometimes Vodka really backfired on your emotions. Lately, things have been difficult trying to conceive with Taehyung; you've been trying for 6 months now, and you’ve gained nothing but disappointment. 
“But we keep trying… and no babies.” Your bottom lip slightly trembles, sniffling. “I want a baby, Tae.” 
The brokenness of your tone is what shatters your husband; it sounded like a cry from deep within your soul. Taehyung’s palms immediately encase your cheeks, his heart softening. He hates the sad pout on your lips, even watching your eyes gloss over. Heart-broken, he softly exhales, pressing your mouths together sweetly, so gently, you were certain your insides melted. 
His kiss ignites something inside you, springing up onto your knees to gain some leverage. You use the height advantage to devour him, Taehyung’s hands sensually roaming your body. Your hips grind into Taehyung’s instinctually, deep groans slipping past his lips. 
You shudder into his mouth when he thrusts up into you, your clothed cunt welcomed by his rising member. You take his bottom lip between your teeth to bite him, licking over your teeth marks before plunging your tongue inside his mouth. 
Your husband licks your tongue, sharing your saliva without a regard for anything as ferality overwhelms him—you share the same sentiment. 
“Taehyung,” you breathe, hormones surging through your veins. “Put a baby in me, I want your babies.” 
Your plea is hot against Taehyung’s lips, constant smacking noises filling the room as you nastily makeout. Taehyung groans when you grind down over his crotch, deliciously rubbing against his clothed tip. “I’ll give you anything you want, pretty girl.” 
His uneven breaths light you on fire, driven by sheer lust. Paired with the alcohol and six days with absitinence, your mind is stupidly desparate for sex right now.  
“Wanna have your babies, Tae.” You moan into his mouth, Taehyung’s hands sliding down your back to cup your ass, squeezing the flesh. He lifts up your skirt to roam your bare cheeks, smacking both as he guides your hips over his lap, growling out deep, masculine groans. 
“Oh, I’ll fucking put a baby in you,” he pants, slithering his tongue inside you. You can taste the Whiskey he drank, melting into his strong body as his digits emblazon your ass. 
You run on adrenaline, craving Taehyung with such carnal need, you’re uncontrollable. You hotly whisper against his swollen, wet lips, fingers weaved through his sexy hair. “Taehyung, please… fuck me.” 
Taehyung’s eyes shine with desire, pupils dilating at the request. His body tenses, his cock twitches, his muscles even readying themselves, but he needs to ask. “Baby… are you sure—”
“Please, Tae,” you beg, tugging his luscious locks. “I’m fucking aching for you.” 
Your cunt flutters over his lap, sighing when the shape of him caresses you. You’re so incredibly sensitive, cum gushes out of you like waterworks. You physically shudder, bracing Taehyung’s shoulder as your hips develop a mind of their own, grinding over his crotch. 
Taehyung still hesitates, leaving affectionate pecks along your jaw. “Say it,” he commands, thrusting up into your sex once again. “Say you want me, Princess, say how much you want it.” 
“I–I want it, Tae, so badly.” You strangle out, pussy drowning with your essence, vibrating for his flesh to be lodged inside you. “Want you inside me… want you to fuck me like a bad girl, fuck me like a dirty slut.” 
Taehyung shudders out a sexy, deep groan, his dick twitching inside his pants. “Fuck, Y/N…” 
“I’m so fucking horny, baby. I need you.” You beseech, arm slinging around his neck to bury your hand in his hair, your unoccupied one tugging his tucked dress shirt out of his pants. “Fuck me right here, right now. Fuck me like your pathetic whore.” You drunkenly plead, promiscuously rolling your hips over him, body operating on alcohol and insufferable horniness alone.
Taehyung literally growls, an animalistic need overwhelming him. He snatches your waist and spins you to his side, rapidly pinning you to the couch. He crawls over you and cages you underneath, lips crashing into yours. 
His hands quickly ride up your skirt, tearing off your clothes before his thumbs cling to your underwear, stripping it off with hot finesse. He instinctively unclasps his belt, removing the irritating thing to push down his pants, freeing his incredibly hard, rock-solid length. Your grabby hands demanded his clothes be off, quickly stripping him as well to reveal his deliciously masculine body. 
Everything else that occurred afterwards was a blur to you, only able to remember certain details. You recalled your husband’s gravelly, husky groans, his hands desperately gripping you, the dark, plum-coloured kisses he embellished on your skin. 
You remember his powerful body manuevering over yours, the incessant sounds of his laboured breaths by your ear. You seldom remember the hot things he whispered, but you remember the way you felt, they way he felt, the way your pussy throbbed for more, the way your fingers tugged his hair, eventually scraped down his neck to leave red trails along his sweaty skin, the painful, but pleasurable burn between your legs.
But, next thing you knew, the alcohol intoxicated your head so much, unprecedented exhaustion overwhelmed your body. Taehyung exhibited the same symptoms, his thrusts losing precision, harshness, until suddenly, he lost speed altogether. His hips eventually stilled, barely able to keep his eyes open. 
Yours threaten to fall shut, too, only recalling the mutual look you and Taehyung gave to each other. You faintly remember him pulling out of you before he collapsed over your body, your own succumbing to unavoidable fatigue. 
The only reminder he was even next to you was the soft, familiar beating of his heart, and the sheltering warmth of his skin. 
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Taehyung awakens to the feeling of something on his chest, groaning as his eyes flutter open. He rubs one before peeking down, focusing on the particular weight over his heart—his eyes widen immediately. 
You’re lying completely naked on his chest. 
He curses under his breath, his head finally clear enough to understand his reality. He sees himself naked as well, running a stressed hand over his groggy face with a curse. 
“Fuck… did we have sex?” 
All Taehyung remembers from last night was his poor decision to drown in Whiskey, and the incredible horniness that attacked him as a result. He remembers making out with you, remembers getting handsy, recalls the faint memory of dirty-talk, but scarcely remembers the actual sex. 
He blinks multiple times as he gazes at you, your frame softly rising and falling as you sleep. Once his mind comes up empty of any other excuses, he sighs as he comes to his conclusion. 
“Yeah, we definitely had sex.” 
Groaning, Taehyung curses when he remembers your petty little competition, worsening his already agonizing headache. It should probably be the least of his concerns, but he’s still pissed he can’t remember who initiated things, meaning another future argument with you. 
Kissing his teeth, Taehyung snatches his phone and taps his screen, registering the time. It’s nearly the hour Mrs. Choi and Seo come by the house to begin cooking breakfast. Taehyung’s head falls back against the couch, grievously sighing.
Taehyung carefully maneuvers himself out from under you, affectionate with your slumbering body. He slips on his boxers and pants from last night, next locating a blanket. He drapes a light one over your naked figure, soon hoisting you up in his arms. 
He’s making his way towards the stairs when the door suddenly swings open, making dreaded eye contact with his two housekeepers. The ladies pause upon seeing a shirtless Taehyung carrying you bridal-style, though Taehyung’s quick to defuse the moment.
“Good morning, Mrs. Choi, Mrs. Seo.” 
“Good morning, Mr. Kim,” The two ladies kindly greet him, removing their jackets and shoes. 
“Sorry about the mess,” Taehyung ticks his head in the direction of your sprawled clothes. “We’d drank last night and weren’t exactly in our right minds.” 
“That’s alright, Mr. Kim.” Mrs. Seo politely assures him. “You and Mrs. Kim are young lovers, sir, you should enjoy your youth.” 
“That’s right, Mr. Kim.” Mrs. Choi chimes in. “Young love is precious, never let us old ladies stop you!” 
Taehyung cracks a fond smile, laughing. “Thank you, Mrs. Choi, Mrs. Seo.” 
“Would you like us to cook some hangover soup for yourself and Mrs. Kim?” Mrs. Choi asks as she meanders in with her purse. 
“Yes, please, though only some for me right now, Y/N’s still sleeping.” Taehyung’s eyes shift to you in his arms, silently doting on your angelic, sleeping face. “I would like her food to be served when she’s awake. I want it nice and hot for her, if you don’t mind.” 
“Of course, not at all.” Mrs. Choi benignly reassures, already stepping into the kitchen. 
“Thank you. Prepare some ibuprofen as well, she’s a horrible drunk, as usual.” Taehyung jokes, earning a laugh from the ladies. Mrs. Seo guarantees Taehyung that everything will be in place for you, finally making his way towards the staircase. 
“Oh, and remember to serve her citrus fruits,” Taehyung calls out as he ascends the stairs, protectively carrying you. “Lots of fruits for her, in general. And don’t forget her vitamins, please.” 
The ladies nod affirmatively before returning to their work, leaving Taehyung to vanish upstairs. 
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“Shit, my car’s in the shop.” 
You lightly hit your fist against your palm, kissing your teeth when you recall your lack of transportation today. It’s currently a calm, late Saturday afternoon, having spent the last hour getting ready for your evening out with Hana. 
Thank God your massive headache subsided after your delicious hangover soup, your housekeepers really were the best cooks. They must've been magicians, though, because their food had also granted you the ability to regain your memories from last night. 
You muffled your scream into your pillow when you remembered you and Taehyung having sex; your sore legs were enough to know it was real, too, and not a dream. You whined at the idea that somebody lost the competition, and you’re unsure of exactly who it was, but 70% sure it was you. 
As a result, you decided to subconsciously ignore Taehyung today. Thankfully, he spent his morning out, having gone golfing with some board members before returning home to work quietly in his study. 
Memories of last night’s steamy, sweaty sex entered your mind every now and then throughout the morning, though you forced yourself to pretend it didn’t happen, and that it didn’t count, either. 
Swallowing your pride, you sigh as you patter over to Taehyung’s study, lightly knocking on the door. 
“Come in.” You hear him request, carefully twisting the knob open. You clear your throat as you waddle inside, Taehyung’s gaze lifting from his laptop to observe you. He visibly brightens, as though his body has an innate reaction to your presence, though he schools himself, returning to his work. 
“Good afternoon, Princess.” 
The addressment curves your lips in the slightest, lacing your fingers behind your back. “Good afternoon, Tae.” 
“How’s your headache?” He queries, sifting through paperwork. “Mrs. Seo told me you slept in because of it.” 
“Yeah, I could barely get out of bed, honestly. Though the hangover soup helped, and the ibuprofen, too.” You detail. “They told me you specifically requested both. Thank you.” 
“No need to thank me, love.” He replies, flexing his neck sideways with a grimace before focusing on his work; his shoulder seemed to be bothering him. You hesitate offering him a massage considering the awkward tension from last night, though his voice interrupts your thought. “Why did you come to my study, did you need something?” 
“Oh, yeah.” A figurative lightbulb pops into thin air above you, extending your hand. “Could I have the keys to your Mercedes? My car’s in the shop.” 
He furrows his brows. “My car? Are you going out?” 
You grab the ends of your blush pink baby doll, lightly swaying the thin satin fabric, even puckering your lips to indicate your makeup. “A bit obvious, isn’t it?” 
Taehyung sends you a deadpan expression. “With who?” 
His stoic energy ticks you off, letting your sarcasm loose. “My secret boyfriend.” 
Your husband shoots you a harsh look. “Be serious, Y/N.”
Letting out a long, deep sigh, you confess. “With Hana; she wants to complain about my brother.” 
“Will you be out all night?” 
“Don’t think so, I’m visiting the site of the new headquarters building Sunday morning and I want to sleep well.” You honestly inform him—he amicably nods. 
“Alright, I’ll give you the keys, but do me a quick favour first, please?” He asks, pointing towards one of his shelves on his left. “I need one of those old logs on the 7th shelf, could you grab it for me?” 
Nodding, you follow his instructions indicating which specific log, stepping towards his shelf. You kiss your teeth registering that it’s too high, locating a nearby stepping stool. You almost climb onto it until you suddenly freeze, remembering something vital; you’re wearing nothing underneath your babydoll. 
You face flushes once you consider that if you climb the stool, you’ll be flashing Taehyung your bare pussy. While on another day that wouldn’t have been a problem, the current sticky situation made you feel shy about it—he could potentially believe you’re seducing him. 
Clearing your throat, you timidly clasp your hands together, facing him. “Um… it’s a little high for me, I think you’ll need to grab it.” 
Taehyung tilts his head. “You can use the stepping stool; it’s specifically for you.” 
Rolling your eyes, you decide to admit the truth. “Well, I’m not wearing anything underneath this, and last I remember you think I’m trying to seduce you 24/7, Mr. Kim.” 
Taehyung instantly recognizes your dig, narrowing his eyes at you. He huffs out before drawing back his chair, rising from his seat. His long legs carry him so fast you have limited time to move out of his way, Taehyung simply reaching over your head. 
It’s a minor thing, and yet, it’s the soft hand Taehyung clasps around your hip as he reaches up that lights your skin on fire. His touch through the thin babydoll feels exhilarating, suddenly reminded of his body on yours last night. The sex drought had surely made you insane; how could his domestic touch and mere presence behind you make you squirm? His larger body always made you feel so small, but in a way that ignited your bones. 
You shrug off his touch once the image of his broad frame in comparison to yours ruins you—Taehyung cocks a suspicious brow as he retrieves the log. He returns to his desk without questioning it, plopping down the heavy binder before opening his drawer, unearthing his keys. 
“You know the rules; both about my car and going out.” He reminds you, jangling the keys. “Think you know the car ones, but I think you need a reminder of the going out ones.” 
You tilt your head, curiously contorting your lips. 
Taehyung tongues his cheek, swallowing. “You need to kiss me before you go.” 
Your eyes widen, awkwardly shuffling your feet. “I thought you said no kissing?” 
“I said quick pecks are allowed.” 
Seeing his point, you roll your eyes. You paddle over to him, watching him turn his chair to face you. He nonchalantly leans back, manspreading his expansive legs as he blankly waits for you, holding out the keys.
With slightly flustered cheeks, you swallow, carefully leaning down—his domineering presence is sincerely wounding your resolve. Your hand cradles his bicep as you tenderly press your lips to his, kissing him. You’re surprised when he actually reciprocates it, kissing you back. Feeding into the sweet liplock for all of six seconds, you pull away before his scent hypnotizes you, snatching the keys. 
“Thank you.” You quickly mumble before scurrying away, yearning to be out of his study already. Taehyung doesn’t say anything else, which at first, makes you glad, though on second thought, causes your heart to sink. He didn’t mention last night; would he not have used it to solidify his win? Or is he purposefully ignoring it because he’s pissed?
Did he possibly not even remember last night? There’s no way, you’re certain Taehyung woke up first and tucked you into bed; he surely found you both lying naked together, too. 
Swallowing your pride, you swivel around on your foot. “By the way… um, about last night.” 
He lifts his gaze, paying attention to you. “Yes?” 
“It… it doesn’t count.” You manage to say. “We were both drunk, and it’s hard to remember, anyway.” 
Taehyung furrows an intimidating brow of his. “I understand, but it still completely counts, Y/N. We had sex.” 
“We fell asleep before we could even orgasm, Tae.” You argue. “It doesn’t count, alcohol just makes us really horny.” 
“We were already horny before the alcohol, Y/N.” Taehyung reasons. “It does count; we couldn’t control ourselves and had sex, let’s consider it a draw.” 
You exclaim with confusion, hand finding your hip. “What? A draw? No way some drunk sex ends everything at a draw.” 
Your husband sighs behind his desk. “Yes it does, Y/N. Like you said, neither of us really remember it, so it’s no use analyzing who seduced who first. Let's act like grown ups and call it a fair draw, okay?” 
Scoffing, you fold your arms over your chest. “It was probably you who lost, anyway.” 
“It was you, actually.” Taehyung’s quick to bite back. “I have better tolerance and therefore better memory of last night; I remember you starting things, Y/N.” 
“We can’t be sure of that,” you retort. “We were both wasted and clearly very horny, you just don’t want to admit that you lost.” 
Taehyung crudely laughs. “Win or lose, drunk sex means a draw, end of discussion.” Your husband finalizes. “Even though it was technically you, I’m being nice and letting us end off on a draw; cherish my kindness, sweetie.” 
Indignation immediately floods your system, puffing your cheeks at him. “Shut up, you didn’t win for shit, your tolerance isn’t even that much better than mine.” 
“Yes it is.” 
“No it isn’t.” 
“Yes it is.” 
“No it isn’t.” 
“Yes it is!” 
“No it isn’t!” 
You and Taehyung immaturely fight again, stuck in a constant back and forth of who gave into who first. 
“Actually, it started at the dinner table when you couldn’t even keep your hands off me, you were clearly trying to make me horny!” You screech.
“Actually, it started when you purposefully wore that skirt and those thigh-highs, it wouldn’t be the first time you weaponized your outfits to make me horny!” He retaliates.
Hollering at each other for another five obnoxious minutes, you grow fed up. 
“Ugh! You’re an insufferable sore loser, you can never stand letting me be right with your damn ego!” You irritatedly shout.
“My ego? You never stand for an option where you’re wrong, you’re worse!” He loudly counters.
“Goddamnit, you’re so stubborn!” 
“You’re more stubborn!” 
“Fuck you, Taehyung. You know what? Let’s just never have sex again, yeah?” You condescendingly finalize. 
“Okay, fine, no sex.” Taehyung nonchalantly shrugs. “Suffer without it, you horny brat.” 
Your jaw drops at his audacity, eyes burning with anger. “Fine!” 
“Fine!” Taehyung yells after you, his eyes similarly simmering with frustration. 
“Fine, no sex!” 
“No sex!” He repeats. 
“No sex, ever again, never ever!” You bark.
“Never!” 
“Never!” 
“Good.”
“Good!”
You stare at him, and he stares at you. Your blood boils with anger underneath your skin, but your cunt vibrates, grinding your teeth to manage the feeling. Taehyung remains unbothered with his folded arms and reprimanding eyes, but his constant swallowing gives him away. 
Nobody says a word, nobody moves a muscle, and yet the tension enlivens whatever frustration is simmering, the energy absolutely palpable. 
Holding your gaze, Taehyung grinds his teeth, biceps tensing underneath his dress shirt as he seriously contemplates something. He lets out a long, deep sigh afterwards, shaking his head. “Godamnit, so what if I lose…” 
Suddenly, Taehyung kicks out his chair, abandoning his desk to walk over to you. He grabs your face faster than the speed of light, and crashes his lips against yours. 
You’re winded, eyes wide with shock at the sheer force of his kiss, but the carnality excites you, wantonly swinging your arms around his neck. His eager  hands glide down your body, feeling all of you in your thin babydoll before clasping the back of your thighs, encouraging you to jump. 
You instantly moan into his mouth when you hop into his arms, having missed the taste of him. He’d just had something sweet; the hint of vanilla cream and strawberries explodes over your taste buds, slithering your tongue further into his mouth.
Taehyung shudders out a deep groan, swirling his tongue around yours when greedy lust overwhelms him. He becomes impatient, effortlessly carrying you towards his long corduroy couch. Taehyung quickly seats himself as he positions you over his lap, his hands greedily wrapping around, hungirly embracing you.
He presses your body into his, encouraging you to grind your hips over him. He pries away for air, breathily speaking against your lips. “Not wearing anything underneath, huh?” 
You lightly chuckle, swiping your tongue over his pillowy lips. “Nothing at all.” 
With mischief gleaming in his eyes, Taehyung attacks your lips, making out with you shamelessly as his hands travel downwards, suddenly cupping your bare ass. He squeezes you, even teases your damp core in a way that makes you jump in his arms, squeaking. 
He heartily laughs before snatching the ends of your babydoll, his timbre husky when he speaks. “I really love this on you; a babydoll for my babydoll,” he pecks you, “but I’m tearing it off.” 
Simultaneously, Taehyung strips off your nightwear in one swift motion, leaving you bare over his clothed figure. Your fingers grapple onto his hair as your pussy earns god-like friction over his dress pants, whimpering like a needy slut. 
The feeling ignites an insatiable hunger inside you, biting down on Taehyung’s bottom lip. You tug on it, watching it bounce back to its place with dilated, ravenous eyes. His look of sheer bliss leaves you craving him like a drug, done with denying yourself your gorgeous husband. 
Grabbing his shirt, you pin Taehyung down on his couch, his eyes excitedly shimmering when his back crashes into the cushions. “Fuck, baby…” 
“I’ll go insane without you.” You unevenly breathe, fingers making quick work of his buttons. “Take this off, now.” 
Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice, ripping open his shirt as your hands visit his pesky belt, nearly ripping it off him. Your husband eagerly watches as you shove down his pants, smirking as he tucks a casual hand underneath his head. “Seems like someone couldn’t go any longer.” 
Playfully narrowing your eyes at him, you suppress a laugh. “Says you of all people.” 
For your revenge, you clasp Taehyung’s unoccupied hand and tuck it against your soaked, dripping pussy folds. You let out a broken shudder, bracing your hands against his strong, expansive chest. Taehyung curses underneath his breath, fascinated by your wetness. 
“Shit, baby, you’re fucking soaked.” He coos. “Is this for me? Do I make my baby this wet?” 
You obediently nod, lightly grinding your hips into his hand, adoring the way his gigantic palm easily envelopes your cunt. You bite your lip to suppress raunchy moans, Taehyung’s caramel-smooth voice gracing your ears. “Do this over my cock, baby. Put me inside, yeah?” 
You mewl hearing his words, wrapping your palm around his erect member. You free him from the confines of his boxers, gushing brand new arousal when you feel how deliciously hard he is. His thick veins, his impressive girth, the delicious heft of him. Stroking his pulsing shaft, Taehyung melts underneath you; clearly you’re not the only one who’s been dying for sex. 
“Seems like someone couldn’t go any longer.” You mock him. 
“Fuck off.” 
“Fuck me, Taehyung.” 
He lightly laughs at your wittiness, and without further ado, you elevate your hips, aligning him with your entrance before piercing yourself on his dick. 
You gasp when he enters you, surprised by how large Taehyung feels. He’s always been big, but something about your recent promise of abstinence made Taehyung feel foreignly large, falling forward upon his body. 
It’s imperative you stop, digging your nails into his chest when the ache harms you. “Fuck…” 
Taehyung worriedly grips you. “What’s wrong, Princess?” 
“You’re big… you’re so big, Taehyung.”You struggle to speak, breathing through the intrusion of his flesh.
“Shit, I feel too big after a while, don’t I?” He curses, his hands rubbing up and down your sides, soothing you. “Take what you can, Princess, only what you can.” 
His gentle voice nearly waters your eyes, feeling your love for him meld with your incredible horniness. Your walls soak him in thereafter, as though Taehyung were returning home. The pain simmers long enough that pleasure explodes inside you, walls adjusting to his size. They pulse erratically, but adore the familiar insertion, welcoming him with open arms. 
Once you’re entirely speared over Taehyung’s cock, animalistic grunts leave you both. Your body feels as though it’s on white hot fire, and Taehyung’s stomach contracts attempting to hold back his load, hungry eyes beaming up at you from below. 
“Y/N, I swear to God…” He breathes, barely able to speak, throwing his head back to regain himself. “If you ride me right now, I’ll fill you with an entire fucking soccer team.” 
Ligtly chuckling, you elevate your hips, slowly drawing him out of your sex just to slowly sink back over him. You both shudder with pleasure at the electrifying sensation, hormones raging, bodies eager for each other. 
Taehyung’s tight groans drive your tenacity, slowly sliding his cock in and out of you until you become addicted to him, addicted to the feeling of him constantly entering and leaving you, filling the very end of you. His dick is akin to ecstasy, riding him as though nothing else could satiate you’re intense hunger.
You reach your hands back to clasp onto his thighs, letting your body bounce over his cock without shame. The drag of his flesh inside you feels earth-shattering, losing your mind to the explosive friction, the slippery, sloppy sliding. 
Taehyung becomes obsessed with the erotic scene before him, greedy hands worshipping your jostling body, his tender words praising you for the goddess you are. 
“Holy fuck, Y/N.” He groans with blown out eyes, gripping your maneuvering hips. “This so fucking hot, you literally drive me insane.” 
Eating up his words, you are gyrating your hips, serving your clit the attention it deserves. This time you lean forward, fingers digging into Taehyung’s taut stomach as you relish in his perfectly shaped member, feeling his thick veins and throbbing meat serve you heaven on a silver platter. 
Taehyung’s hand snakes up your body, lightly clasping around your neck. He listens to your moans heighten in pitch as he carefully grips your throat, watching your hips roll over his spasming meat. 
“My fucking god,” he swallows, timbre deep and husky—needy. “You’re the most gorgeous woman on Earth.” 
Simultaneously, Taehyung slips his fingers into your adjacent mouth, prompting you to swirl your tongue around his digits. Your moans become muffled as a result, eyes falling to your crazed husband beneath you. He eats up your fucked out expression, tears brimming your eyes as your orgasm deliciously simmers inside you, burning brightly between your thighs. 
You suck his fingers, riding him like a Harley, so close to losing yourself in the throes of your pleasure, it’s hard to maintain your equilibrium. Your head is spinning, your body is aching, blood is rushing so rapidly inside you you can’t even manage to keep up—you’re only able to register your cunt smothering Taehyung’s cock as though it were fostering a symbiotic relationship. 
Light-headedness plagues you before Taehyung suddenly rises from his laid position, drawing his fingers out of your mouth. He cautiously cradles your weak body against his front, protectively enveloping you in his warmth. 
“Stay with me, baby.” Taehyung purrs, softly throbbing inside your sex. “I know it’s good, but don’t let it all rush to your head; you’ll have a sub drop, babygirl.” His loving voice resurfaces you, feeling him guide your chin downwards to find his eyes. “Stay awake for me—I need more of you.” 
He casts some strands from your face as you deliriously nod, mimicking his calmer breaths. Once your breathing is more leveled, Taehyung’s gigantic hands weave around your ass. He grips you hard as he taked the wheel, controlling the tides of your sex, languidly, sensually fucking up into you. 
You whimper, sighing as Taehyung masterfully maneuvers your hips downwards as he thrusts up, burrowing a home inside you. He continuously sheaths himself inside your velvety walls as you gasp against his mouth, suppressing your moans. 
“Why are you being quiet, Princess?” He lightly reprimands, pecking your lips. 
“Mrs. Choi… and Seo,” you moan, hiding your flushed face in his neck. “They’ll hear us.” 
“Let them,” he growls in your ear, nibbling on the lobe. “Let them hear it; let them hear how good I fuck you.” 
Tired of holding yourself back, you relax every limb in your body, letting yourself openly react to your husband’s godly love-making. Your breasts jostle as you bounce up and down his cock, skin slapping against skin, addicted to the heat of his body. 
“God, how was I ever gonna survive without this, huh?” Taehyung groans, holding your body hostage as he jackhammers into you. “You and your perfect pussy? My pretty girl?” 
You gasp for dear life when Taehyung pierces himself so deep inside you, you nearly scream. “Fuck-!” Your body’s vibrating, ecstasy coursing through your veins as you lose all sense of sanity, hands clutching his sturdy shoulder for dear life. “Taehyung, let me reverse cowgirl you, turn me around.” You breathily request. 
Taehyung lets out a proud huff as he maneuvers you over him, positioning your back to face his front. You sigh out pronographically as he guides your hips over his cock this way. The leverage you gain is powerful, your palms grappling his knees to develop a crazy, pornographic pace over his dick. 
You indulge in the angle change, freely bouncing as you please. His flesh constantly scrapes your frontal walls, losing your mind. Taehyung lets out a string of breathy curses, fucking you from underneath in accordance with you. You reach back for support, your husband instantly intertwining your fingers as you incline forward, and he reclines back, both of you fucking each other like horny bunnies. 
Your salacious noises are endless, no doubt echoing throughout the house and reaching the working housekeepers in your home, but neither of you care when the sex was so god-tier, your orgasms feel as though they’ll be cosmic.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, baby, slow down.” Taehyung warns you, hissing with pleasure. “I’m literally gonna cum, holy shit I can’t hold back.” 
“Then don’t,” you coo, swiveling your hips over his perfect cock, toes curling with undeniable pleasure. “Fill me up, Taehyung. I meant what I said last night, I want your babies.” 
“I meant what I said, too.” He suddenly tugs your back flush agains his front, embracing you from behind. He morphs his fast and hard thrusts into slow, deep strokes, moaning into your ear. “I’ll give you all the babies you want.” 
You bite your lip as you whimper, hugging his hands around your stomach as he intimately fucks you, laying affectionate kisses across your naked shoulder. Your hand snakes into his hair behind you, sighing pleasurably as he kisses your pulse point, languidly making love to you. 
“Tae… don’t drag this out.” You beg, gripping his locks. “I need to cum, it’s been too fucking long.” 
“Yeah? Want me to make cum?” He huskily whispers, hands closing around your breasts to fondle them, seductively caressing your nipples. You jolt with white hot electricity, whimpering over him with a nod. 
He suddenly lays a hand on your tit, lightly slapping it. “How many times do I have to tell you about words, Y/N?” 
You shudder as essence oozes out of you, coating his throbbing dick. “Yes, Taehyung, please.” 
You feel him smirk against your skin, suddenly gripping you. “Then you better hold on tight, babe.” 
Swiftly, Taehyung lifts you up from the couch and shoves you against the coffee table in front of you, pinning your front to the frigid, cherry wood surface. It takes you some seconds to realize you’re bent over, ass out for him before he plunges back inside your pulsing pussy, grappling onto your hips. 
Your fingers scratch the table as Taehyung delivers hard, rough thrusts from behind, fucking you with delicious ferality. He pleasures himself to the nines, grunting animalistically as he gives it to you. “God, your ass, Princess, I’m in love.” 
You moan loudly, shoving your face into the table. “Fuck, Taehyung, my clit, please fucking touch my clit.” 
Taehyugn doesn’t need repetition, slithering his hand towards your throbbing pearl and fondling it with tight circles, drawing tantalizing patterns. You practically screech, shivering with pleasure as he fucks you senseless, does you right in every possible way. 
Your husband’s hips slam against yours with each thrust, each precise stroke coiling that wire inside you so, so tight, you’re crying out with unprecedented pleasure. 
“Fuck, I need to see your face,” Taehyung breathes, releasing a throaty groan. “Let me see your pretty face when you moan like that, baby.” 
Taehyung grabs where he must to turn you on your back, effortlessly man-handling you. He hands slam either side of you, now entangled in an incredibly intimate missionary position. Your legs automatically lock around Taehyung's waist, and his hands cradle the back of your thighs, spreading you wider. 
He brokenly groans when he shoves himself deeper inside you, his face mere inches from yours. “Holy fucking shit, fuck…” 
“Such a foul mouth, Mr. Kim.” You tease, voice lilting with a moan when he thrusts into you. 
“Sex this nasty with a gorgeous wife like you can do that to a man.” He snarks, burrowing deeper to reach the end of you. Your eyes physically glimmer with wanton need as he strokes your fluttering sex, feeling your heart glow brighter which each delicious fuck. Taehyung hoists one of your legs up on his shoulder, cradling it to him as he becomes impossibly close, smothering your smaller body underneath. He cleverly rolls his hips, serving both himself and your throbbing clit. 
You moan against his mouth, Taheyung relishing in your breathy little reactions. His other hand slips underneath your head to cushion you, holding you as though you were the most precious thing in the world to him. His beautiful coffee irises pierce yours, ensnaring your heart.
“Princess…” he breathes, grunting as he rocks his hips. “I love you; I love making love to you.” 
Your chest explodes with colours, eyes revealing your emotion as you keep his gaze. 
“That’s why… I like having sex. It’s not about getting my dick wet… or blowing my load in you…” he shudders out a painful moan as he slows down his thrusts, no doubt pulsing with his release. “I love feeling your skin on mine, being intimate with you, feeling our bodies move like they belong together.” 
You swallow back tears; something about the sincerity in his voice softens you, puddy in his hands. 
“I love making you feel good, I love seeing the pleasure in your eyes, the way your body craves me. I love it all, baby, I love you.” He affectionately coos, passionately shoving himself inside you. “And I want us… to have a baby. I want a little me and you running around, I want to have a family with you, to share my life with you.” 
It’s no surprise moisture floods your vision, sniffling it away. “Taehyung…” 
“So please, never think I’m only here for the sex. I’m here for you, I’m in this because I love you, Y/N.” His tone seeps with saccharine sweet truth, watching his coffee orbs softly swirl. “And I wanna show it to you like this, by making love to you—making love for hours and hours until you finally grasp how I feel about you.” 
Emotions clogs your chest with undeniable tears, narrowly able to manage them before a sudden long, deep stroke of his ultimately unravels you—both physically and emotionally. Your hands clutch his bread-like cheeks, eyes glistening with genuity. “I love you more, Tae.” You coo. “I love making love with you, I want to share a family with you, too.” You speak from the heart, feeling every cell in your body vibrate with such intense arousal, you suddenly erupt with an earth-shattering orgasm, nearly blacking out. 
This feels far too powerful compared to a regular orgasm, though, left completely winded, body jelly-like. It’s only when you feel something incredibly wet dribbling down your thighs do you sense what’s really happening. 
“Fuck, oh fucking hell… baby, you just squirted.” You hear your husband enthusiastically voice. “Oh that’s sexy, that’s so fucking sexy.” Taehyung’s voice is rich with fascination, his cock picking up the pace inside you. “Oh shit, I’m coming, I can’t hold it back—” 
“Come, Taehyung, come inside me.” You sweeten your tone, sloppily kissing him. “Come inside my tight pussy, baby.”
And Taehyung paints your walls entirely white with his hot, abundant cum, letting out a feral grunt that indicates the sheer size of his load. He hisses as he slowly fucks you, watching your fluids mix together between your bodies. 
“Shit…” he lightly curses, viewing your chest constantly rise and fall, your legs terribly trembling. He gains enough viable strength to draw out of you, your cunt immediately leaking out his seed, but Taehyung’s quick to swipe it back inside you, tucking his palm against your battered hole. 
“Soak my cum back in, baby.” Taehyung softly requests. “Let me feel you do it.” 
Following alon , you squeeze your walls as firmly as possible, letting him feel your fluttering pussy. 
“Fuck,” he breathes, fascinated as he watches. You’re barely conscious, only able to register his words and movements, but your surroundings are fading, limbs utterly spent. 
You nearly fall over when you attempt to rise, Taehyung catching you in his arms with panic. “Woah, woah, are you okay, Princess?” 
Taehyung seats himself back on his couch, cradling you in his sheltering arms over his lap. He curls your hair behind your ear, analyzing your sleepy, exhausted features. “Was it too much, baby?” 
You can’t even speak, simply shaking your head—only one thing remains fresh on your mind. “Let’s… never… do that again.” 
Fondly chuckling at your weary state, Taehyung presses his lips to your temple, affectionately kissing you. “Never again, babe.” 
Smiling at that, you cozy into his chest, letting sleep drift you away from the real world. You’re almost a happy goner when you hear your husband’s rich, caramel voice, his palm rubbing your back.
“So… wanna go for round two?” 
You pry an eye open, shooting him a puzzled look. “Wh-what? 
Taehyung snorts. “Round two, babe, in our sex dungeon. Did you really think you could make me go sexless for a week and I wouldn’t want to fuck you for hours?” 
Swallowing, your eyes soften with pleading. “Taehyung, you’re insane!” 
“What’s insane is that I didn’t get to make love to you for 6 days,” he counters, grabbing your chin to lift it, his amused eyes meeting yours. “Now I’m going to make up for each day I didn’t get to, starting with a little surprise.” He suddenly leans down towards your ear, letting his lips ever-so-faintly brush you. 
“I’m edging you with the very same vibrator you dared touch yourself with.” He grits, fierce eyes piercing your very soul. “And we’re gonna do it for each and every time you disobeyed me.” 
Choking on air, your eyes widen, begging for Taehyung to grant you mercy, but he only shoots back an evil, devilish grin, spelling your inevitable doom—you’re not surviving this at all.
Your erotic, needy moans resound around your home later that day as Taehyung deliciously punishes you, bouncing off the walls to even reach your silent listeners downstairs.
Mrs. Choi and Seo can’t help but giggle together as they vacuum the first level, their cheeks coloured a bright red. 
“My my, what young love they have.” Mrs. Choi light-heartedly jokes. 
Mrs. Seo snickers in response, knowingly smiling. “I have a feeling they’ll stay young for a long, long time.”
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officially yours | jjk
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↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; you're his and he is yours on the paper – but what is the reality?
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, arranged marriage au, friends to lovers
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, oral sex (f.), unprotected sex
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k+
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a/n: commissioned 
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The tall modern building is not usually a place you hang around. In fact, you could count on your fingers how many times you've been here. The modern and clean interior never fails to amaze you, but that can be expected from such a prestigious company. It looks like the ones people get to see in movies – it definitely feels different to be inside and see it with your own eyes.
Now you're not a complete stranger to wealth and fortune, but you see it from a completely different side than people would've expected. You weren't born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Even if it's a common assumption people have about you. 
“Welcome, Mrs. Jeon.”
The young receptionist welcomes you as soon as she spots you in a crowd full of working employees. Sometimes you wonder if you stick out so much, or they just know your face so much that they've got no problem recognizing you. Which is odd because you don't hang around in this circle of people very often. 
Mrs. Jeon. 
Even after a year, you feel a mixture of butterflies and oddness when hearing people addressing you like this. At the beginning, it took you quite a long time to get used to this. To hold such a powerful surname. Though, you felt proudness even though you're not sure if you had the right to feel it in the first place. 
Just a reminder that none of this is real.
Do you even deserve to be addressed by this surname that is technically yours only on papers? Morally, you're not so sure. 
A polite greeting makes it past your lips, trying not to squirm at the prying eyes of other people passing by. You're not exactly formally dressed, like every employee is. But you're not an employee. 
“Is my husband in his office?” you ask.
Again. After a year of marriage, you feel like you're letting a lie out of your mouth at addressing someone as your husband. 
The woman remains unbothered and completely clueless to your inner thoughts though. You haven't been doing this for a week, a year is a long time for you to improve your acting skills. 
“Yes, he just finished a meeting ten minutes ago. He's waiting for you.”
Giving her a simple nod and a soft 'thank you', you make your way to the elevators and click on the number of his floor where his office is located. 
It reminds you of the first time you settled on a deal that changed your lives. You've known Jungkook, though you never actually became close friends. There weren't actually many opportunities for you to get to know him better, the only heir to his parents company was too busy getting prepared for the new role and position as a CEO of Jeon industries. Funnily enough, two people with completely different backgrounds, you had some mutual friends where you actually met him.
You clicked, even from the few and very casual conversations you had. He wasn't the overly confident and cocky heir somebody would peg him for. He was grounded (in a way), polite and extremely charming. Though his parents were never strict about who he hangs out with or what he likes to do in his free time, one of the things they would pester him about was the need for him to settle down. It was the only pressure Jungkook always found in his parents.
It's not like he didn't have a choice to decide about his future – at that time the young twenty year old man wanted nothing more than to continue his family business. It's actually something he loves to do. He wasn't forced into it.
But with years passing by, Jungkook's parents would grow impatient and rather concerned about their son's lack of commitment. Random women taking their turns in his bed wasn't his strongest part. 
Naturally, they would start introducing him to their partners' daughters. And despite Jungkook's wildlife and freedom he had, they were nothing like him. Not that he's the romantic type who believes in soulmates and all that stuff, he wouldn't want to marry someone for money or any possible benefits for the company. The company was doing very well on itself and he didn't need to do any arranged marriage. 
He loves his parents to the bone. He is grateful for everything they've done for him – even more how they raised him and never were controlling. Not like his peers experienced in similar situations. 
Jungkook knows many people his age and in a same situation. It was bound for him to meet them, considering how many parties and social gatherings he had to attend, especially after being introduced as the new CEO. That's when he realized, after hearing his peers' struggles, how lucky and fortunate he is. 
So when his parents wouldn't let go of the topic of commitment and marriage, it was like a huge slap to his face. No matter what he would do or say, it wouldn't change their minds and eventually, Jungkook found himself stuck.
And that's when you came into the picture. 
The first time you heard his plan, you called him insane. You laughed into his face and told him you don't need anything he's offering you. Though Jungkook assured you he doesn't think of you as someone who needs or wants his money, he was more than willing to help you financially. He told you he would take care of you – something you found offending at first. 
Why would you need a man to take care of you? 
You are completely capable of taking care of yourself. You don't need any Jeon Jungkook to bathe you in wealth and luxury. 
But just like Jungkook – you're a loving daughter who would do anything for her parents. Well, unlike Jungkook, you weren't lucky enough to be growing up with two loving parents. 
The money Jungkook offered you by simply saying 'yes' would take care of any family member. Jungkook was no stranger, he still isn't. And after weighing the pros and cons for many sleepless nights, you found yourself nodding to his insane plan. 
Nobody could know. Rule number one.
The marriage would last for one year. It's the reason why you agreed to it in the first place. You wouldn't be bound to a man based on an arranged marriage for the rest of your life. You want your own family, kids, to fall in love. And a year didn't seem like a long time.
Jungkook made sure it didn't.
Whenever he would have free time, he would take you to places you would never dream about seeing. Countless vacations, trips and activities you would never be able to experience if it wasn't for him. And for that you will be grateful for the rest of your life.
To not make anyone suspicious, you agreed not to mess around with other people. Though, this particular deal wasn't settled at the beginning. It happened naturally. You couldn't risk being seen with other people, no matter how much you would try to hide it.
You will be watched, it was one of the things Jungkook was preparing you for.
And to be honest, you didn't want to go behind Jungkook's back, no matter how fake this marriage was. It's just a year, you will be fine. 
But having to share a bedroom, and two young people who find each other attractive, it didn't take long for you to succumb yourselves to your desires. There was nothing wrong about sleeping together, you were practically married.
You've found yourselves in a healthy and good relationship where two people became close friends. Even if the marriage is fake. The sex is mindblowing, so none of you actually miss the thrill of hooking up with anyone else. For the first time, Jungkook is committed, even though it's not exactly the way his parents think it is. 
And there he is. 
After politely knocking on the door and hearing his voice to invite you in, you open the door and find him sitting behind his desk. He looks fine as always, a few buttons unbuttoned to show how comfortable he allows himself to feel after a two hours long meeting. His suit is draped over the chair while he's slouched on the chair with a pen twirling between his long fingers.
“No lunch this time?” he asks, tilting his brow at you when he sees your empty hands.
You crack a smile, making your way to his desk while you sit on the small white leather couches. “Sorry, came straight from work.”
“It's fine,” he chuckles, “I'm only joking. How's the new employee?”
One of your dreams was to open your business. Jungkook helped you every step of the way, supported you in more ways than financially, while he helped to make your final decision. You've decided to own a clothing brand where you connected with amazing designers who helped to make your dream come true. Two years ago, you didn't even know it was something you'd like to do. 
Opening your e-shop has been absolutely amazing, making sure any body type is able to find their size. It's actually very rare in Korea to do that and you love to bring something new to the table. Jungkook liked the idea. You invested everything from your previous job to this project of yours. Living with Jungkook and not having to worry about any bills allowed you to freely focus and invest in your business. Sure, Jungkook must've helped but he was more than happy to do so. 
With your help, he got his parents off his back. 
After a year, he would tell them you decided to break it off. He's sure they won't pressure him into any other relationship or marriage after the divorce. If they do, he will handle it in a different way.
“He's great,” you smile, “Actually does the job this time, compared to the last one.” 
Jungkook laughs a little, knowing how tense you've been about this one particular employee who wasn't doing his job. Jungkook encouraged you to take care of it, and showed you you have to think about your business more than people's hearts. Especially to someone who's getting paid and not doing their job. 
Jungkook has been your guide from day one. A huge help.
“Great,” he nods, twirling the pen a few times before he tosses it on his desk. “I'm getting off work earlier today, should be home at six. Is that alright?” 
He sounds so gentle, the way he says home makes your heart squeeze.
“Yeah, sure.” you tell him. 
You've made plans for tonight, have been preparing yourself to talk to him about your deal. It's been a year and three months after your marriage, yet it's not ending and he has never brought this topic up.
“I'm meeting Jungseok in an hour, then I'm going home to prepare dinner for us.” you inform him, completely missing the way Jungkook's face drops at the mention of your close friend.
You've met him during your marriage, though there were no boundaries crossed, the man seemed to show an awful interest in a married woman. The worst thing about it is that he can't really say anything about it because technically, you're not really his. He knows you're not having anything serious with the mentioned man, though he's aware of your deal.
And he doesn't like any of it. 
“Oh, I didn't know.” he tries to say lightly, hating how tight his throat suddenly feels. 
“Ah, he texted me this morning. We haven't seen each other for a while now, we usually just text.” 
Oh, like that's not enough.
The amount of times the man decided to suddenly text you is hilarious. Fuck, he would even call when Jungkook was balls deep inside you and he actually feared you will pick up the call, instead of finishing what you had going on. Luckily, that never happened but it pissed Jungkook to the core. 
“Mhm,” he hums, scratching his chin. “Well, I've got one last meeting but that shouldn't take long.”
You both talk for a moment, catching up with each other's day before you discuss the dinner plans. Jungkook sees you're a little on edge these days and though he thinks he knows why, there's this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.
In the middle of your giggling, you're interrupted by a gentle knock from Jungkook's assistant, informing him of his meeting. 
However, he doesn't go to the meeting board room like he usually does, he actually invites the person to his office. And when that person is someone you've grown to know, someone very well-known in the CEO community, you do everything in your power to be polite and welcoming. 
She's special partner, even you can see that and you know zero fuck about Jungkook's business. He treats her differently.
He welcomes her with a warm smile and of course, you're forced to bid goodbye to your husband as you part your ways. The kiss you and Jungkook share feels great, especially with her eyes on you two.
And you know you're petty.
But it seems to be the least of your worries because tonight, you might end everything you and Jungkook settled on. But it's only fair because in the end – that was the deal. 
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You should've known it would end up like this. 
But how could you? 
Could you have really known? 
The dinner was delicious. Just the two of you like every other evening. Talking, laughing, smiling…
Until you brought up your fake marriage. 
“It's because of him, isn't it?” Jungkook chuckles bitterly, throwing a tantrum like a little kid while you gape at him completely stunned.
Out of all responses, you never expected him to get so… upset over something he came up with. 
“What?” You find your voice, breathing out confusingly. “This has nothing to do with him.”
“Oh, please.” he scoffs, turning away from you to grip the kitchen's counter. “You always text, you even meet him during your lunch breaks.”
All of that is true. Well, you don't always text with him. And you want to point that out, but something stops you and justifying your relationship with Jungkook seems like a bigger priority.
“Jungkook, this marriage is fake.” you inform him as if he didn't know. 
You're confused. 
His shoulders tense, knuckles whiten from how tightly he's gripping the expensive marble counter. 
“All of it has been fake then?” he asks, still not facing you which starts to worry you for some reason. 
You haven't seen Jungkook acting like this. Upset, maybe a little. Not in the mood? Rarely but it happened. But this time you're actually left totally confused. 
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, Y/N,” he chuckles, shaking his head slightly as he slowly turns around. 
You're met with a pained expression, a single look at his face causing you to feel a sting in your heart.
“I know we started this as an arrangement, a convenience for both of us… but is that all it's been for you all this time?” he asks, slowly stepping closer to your distraught form. 
“Jungkook.”
“No,” he says, “Answer me.”
And then he stands right in front of you, his entire figure hovering over you as if you were the littlest thing in the room. Like you're this little lost girl – not the confident woman you've grown to be. 
“Do you want this divorce?”
Do you want it? 
What is he even asking?
“That was the deal.” you remind him silently as he presses his lips tightly. 
He doesn't look pleased with your response but you can't bring yourself to say something more. 
“So, what? We get divorce and then you're going to him?”
“Why do you keep bringing him into this?” you ask, brows scrunching as Jungkook clenches his jaw. “Are you jealous?”
“If I was?”
That shuts you up for a minute, eyes widening. Jungkook never really had a reason to be jealous, not that you were together in reality. But you had each other – none of you messed around with other people.
“There's nothing going on between me and him. Never will.” you whisper, gasping when Jungkook suddenly cups one side of your face with his big palm. 
He presses his forehead against yours, breathing slowly and calmly as if his heart wasn't about to explode.
“Give me a chance.”
“A chance?” you whisper.
“Yes,” he says, “To prove to you that this could work.”
“Jungkook–”
“I love you Y/N, don't you get it?” he suddenly exclaims, pushing himself off you while he rubs his forehead in frustration. 
“But–”
“But what? I can't?”
Even being frustrated, he looks handsome as ever. His hair is getting too long, almost always falling to his eyes and hiding the beautiful color in them. 
“I didn't say that.”
That makes him whine. He actually whines – like all the times he has done it when he was frustrated. You would always giggle, finding him adorable for acting like a little kid when he's a whole grown-ass man, a successful and well-known CEO at that. It's one of the things you appreciate about him. 
Looking at him, you realize the three words he confessed to you in the midst of his frustration. It starts to kick in and your eyes widen again.
You might look fine, maybe a little shaken up but fine, but this isn't any easier for you. You've been thinking about every single word you would say, replaying different scenarios every free second you had. You don't know what the afterlife is after Jungkook. In all honesty, you aren't keen to find out. But you had to do this. 
To protect yourself and your heart.
You could go on and on with this for who knows how long. You like Jungkook's company and hearing him confessing his true feelings to you, which is still a bit shocking to you, you might actually feel the same. You've been so in denial, for the longest time actually.
“Do you really love me?” You find yourself asking. 
Jungkook's cheeks redden and he does the typical Jungkook thing when he is nervous. He scratches his ear and avoids your gaze. 
“Isn't that what I said?” he mutters.
You turn your back to him, tracing your shaking fingers over your lips. 
“Talk to me please.” he suddenly whines after a minute of silence. 
Just as you're about to turn around, your back is pressed against Jungkook's chest as you gasp. Jungkook wraps you in a back hug, lips touching the top of your head. 
“I don't want to lose you.” he confesses shyly. The frustrated and upset Jungkook is long gone.
Your heart melts, moving your body into action as you turn around. For a second, Jungkook looks scared you're trying to pry his hands off you to get away from him. But in reality you offer him the sweetest smile. Your hands find his ones as you grip them tight. 
“I… I don't want divorce.” you confess. 
“But you brought it up.”
“Simply because that was our deal. I was scared you're gonna bring it up and it's going to be too late for me. I didn't know what I felt… but hearing you–I love you too.”
Jungkook gasps, searching your face frantically as if you just pulled the biggest prank on him. 
“You do?” 
“Yes. I don't want anyone else, Jungkook.” you admit.
And then his face breaks into the biggest smile, your own soon cupped by his large hands as he gives you a big kiss. You kiss him back, squeezing his wrists because you need to feel him. You need to know he's not going anywhere. He's right where he is supposed to be. 
And so are you. 
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“Yes, right there!” 
The sound of crashing waves from the outside is a white noise, no longer properly acknowledged as you barely recognize your own voice and the desperation behind it.
“Jungkook, please, just fuck me.” you whine, raising your hips off the mattress to meet his hungry mouth.
He lifts his head up from between your thighs, lips completely glistening and wet as he frowns. “But I wanna eat you out first.” he whines this time and while your heart does the weird jump it always does when it comes to him, you find yourself smiling his way. 
“There is enough time for that. Please. I need to feel you.” you plead with him.
He's thinking about it. You see the uncertainty on his face and while he loves to go down on you, he can't disobey his wife who's pleading so nicely for him.
Your body aches from your previous activities. You had eight hours (precisely) to recover when you fell asleep in the arms of the man you love. Your husband. It still gives you the same ticklish feeling in your chest and the pit of your stomach but this time, it's actually true. It's not official on the papers but in your heart too. Ah, god… it sounds so cheesy but all you want to do is to giggle like a teenage girl about how much in love you are with this man.
He stares at you with those doe eyes, still wearing the ponytail he made to wear while working out. But you messed up his plans. Flattered those pretty eyelashes at him and the most angelic smile, sheets sliding off your naked and marked body.
Oh, how many times Jungkook made love to you because you felt insecure. He never knew you feel that way about yourself – about the body he loves and wouldn't change for anything. Because it's you. 
You love this man so much that you have to show him. Now it's your turn.
You get on top of him, just how he loves and enjoys having you. Letting him enter you for what seems like the hundredth time over these past seven days, you both moan in pleasure. He holds you close to him, letting you take the charge as he occasionally thrusts his hips into you. The pleasure increases with each minute and you grow weaker for this man.
Bodies becoming one, the sweet “I love you's” are exchanged in breathless moans.
“I love you so much,” Jungkook moans into your ear, your walls tightening around him. “My sweet love. My angel.” 
This is your second anniversary. Technically your first one where you truly celebrate your marriage, making love all day long. And after so many nights of keeping thing adventurous and fun, letting Jungkook to fuck you into the mattress and everywhere in the vila he rented for this special occasion, making love just feels right. 
You both come together in a record time.
Jungkook fills you up like many times before, the sensation making your legs buckle. You calm down in one another's hold, Jungkook's strong arms around you as he peppers kisses all over the side of your face. 
“I was thinking.” Jungkook starts.
“Oh.”
“Hey!” he laughs, shifting on his spot as you finally lay down next to him, ear pressed against his chest where you hear his heartbeat. “How about we start a family?”
“What?” you gasp, lifting your head immediately to look at him as he gives you a shy grin. 
“I know we're together for one year, officially, but I've been thinking about our future and–”
You shut him up with a kiss to his surprised lips while he melts, relaxing under your touch. 
“Yes.”
“Yes?” he squeals, “Just like that? Yes? I didn't even tell you the speech I prepared.” 
You giggle, “You can tell me later.” you assure him as he chuckles.
“So? Are we gonna do it? Us? Parents?”
You giggle how out of his element he seems to be. It makes you love him even more as you caress his chest before you stare deeply into his soft brown eyes. You brush a few of his hair off his face and send him another angelic smile. 
“I can't wait to have your baby, Mr. Jeon.”
Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back before he looks at you all lovingly, cupping your cheek. 
“I was afraid you would never say it, Mrs. Jeon.”
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disaster management | j.jk. | one-shot (m)
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An important investor wants to withdraw from a future project at Jeon Security, and you, the company's President, are to handle things before they blow over. A task that would have been easy despite the meeting’s location being the investor’s daughter’s wedding. Only – the presence of your unruly CEO, Jeon Jungkook, by your side the entire night when paired with alcohol… may lead to way bigger disasters than what the two of you can manage.
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pairing: jungkook x reader rating: m (18+) genre: humor | smut | chaebol!au | enemies to lovers!au | ceo!jungkook warnings: swearing + alcohol consumption + sexual tension + reckless decisions under the influence (they're both consenting, just cowards that are helped along by lowered inhibitions) + descriptive making out (ik it sounds weird but i wrote like 1k words of two mouths eating each other, okay?) + neverending banter, they don't even shut up during sex stg + explicit sexual situations (breast play, oral (m), grinding, vaginal fingering, rough sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, marking, dom!jungkook, switch!reader, jungkook is a Boob Guy™ but he grabs her ass a lot too, strength kink, manhandling, so much teasing, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, forced orgasm, cervix penetration, restraints, monopoly on begging, actual begging, a couple of spanks here and there) + semi-public sex + some computer science stuff i made up that may or may not be stupid + life is lonely in chaebol families + reader feels very done with all the fakeu cakeu world + living out lorde’s royals is her dream now <3 word count: 17 k note: she is finally done after two months, she’s double the intended word count and she’s filthier than expected. no really, more than half of this is just smut, i am so sorry 😔✋ this can be read as a standalone, but it comes third in the k&d series’ chronology so reading at least one of the earlier drabbles will definitely be of help!
dedicated ⇝ to @ahundredtimesover​​, mimi the loveliest whose kind words of appreciation for hese characters and this universe have motivated me a lot while writing this! i love you so much, babe. 🥺💖
hope y’all enjoy our most chaotic duo finally resolving some tension between them~ 😩💜
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You don’t like the direction this meeting has taken.
Well, you didn’t like the fact that the company’s Chairman’s wife and your mother decided to visit the head office together, today, in the first place. And then you also didn’t appreciate being asked to make time for this formal-informal chat with the two women. But what you especially detest is Jungkook’s name sliding into this conversion that you thought would only include the responsibilities you were to shoulder at Yoongi’s wedding – both, as the company's President and as the Chairman's best friend's daughter. 
Goddamn it, when will this friendship ever benefit you in any way?
"And so, a member of the Jeon family being in attendance will emphasize our support to Yoongi and make him feel good on his big day, while at the same time, you can present Mister Lim with the updated contract and mend things about Lim Enterprises' interest in your project."
You stare at Mrs. Jeon in confusion. She wants you to talk about the Lims’ investment into Jeon Security’s upcoming project discussed during their daughter's wedding? Her wedding to Jeon Security’s Creative Director? 
Oh.
Of course she does.
Because this wedding is, obviously, happening due to the partnership. 
And you thought Min Yoongi and Lim Nari were in love. Damn, one can never really tell with these rich people, huh? Thank God you never let your mother mold you this way and chose to run away to college immediately after boarding school. She would've turned you into a walking mannequin, like every other girl caught in this social circle is.
Speaking of, the woman who birthed you sits next to Mrs Jeon with a pleased smile, completely in tune with everything being said. It wasn’t even an hour ago when she was lecturing you on how you need to find someone “handsome and suitable” to settle down with, soon, the way Yoongi and Nari have found each other. And now here she is, obviously well aware of the contractual nature of the relationship she was singing praises for. What a woman. How is she your mother?
"Isn't this wedding a bit… too convenient for the company?" you mumble, disgruntled and irritated.
Your mother simply shrugs. "Nothing is ever too convenient in the world of business, baby. You should know that by now."
Right. Yes, you do know that. It just feels – well. It feels disappointing and disheartening that Yoongi's blooming relationship with Nari that you'd all been witnessing for the past couple of months is actually a farce concocted for the company's benefit. Because secretly, what your mom said to you today had been on your mind for a while, too. Some part of you was thinking about how there was still hope for people even in your kind of social circles – hope of someday finding love and happiness. But apparently, even someone as carefree of his familial duties as Min Yoongi can be bound in contracts when need be.
Damn. You all really do live pretty sad lives. Lorde's Royals makes so much more sense now.
"I know that, mom. I just wasn't aware this is a contract wedding," you confess, turning your pout towards Mrs Jeon.
"Oh, no no! No, nothing of the sort! Yoongi and Nari truly love each other!" Mrs. Jeon corrects you with abject horror on her face – and then immediately gives a fond sigh, as if envisioning the said love. Your eyebrows crumple,  leaking the beginning of a scowl; she's a terrible liar. "It was just very lucky that Nari is the Lims' younger daughter."
Lucky. Right. You don't buy that for a second, but you still nod at the Chairman's wife because what else are you supposed to do in front of her? Then you sigh and massage your forehead to focus on the current problem on hand.
"But why do both Jungkook and I have to go?" you protest, this time looking straight at your mother. "I can have the meeting and extend Yoongi congratulations on the company's behalf, by myself."
"Oh, we know you can, honey, but you shouldn't. We cannot let poor Yoongi believe that your attendance is just for business." Your mother raises her eyebrows meaningfully. "He is a valuable member of the company’s family – he must know that the Jeon family supports him on his big day." 
"Which my son's presence there will ensure," Mrs Jeon adds with a smile, and you barely hold back an immediate grimace.
"Alright, so then why can he not give the presentation after he's done…" You purse your lips in distaste, "supporting Yoongi?"
This integrated Firewall-VPN software project is your baby and you won’t trust anyone else in the world with it. But you still throw that proposition out there because for reasons you’d rather not explore, you don’t wanna spend an entire day by Jungkook’s side. 
"You know as well as I do that Jungkook is only smart enough with a computer and not people." Mrs Jeon gives a wary sigh. "He will mess this up if we leave it to him."
For some reason, it doesn't sit right with you that Jungkook's own mother has such a low opinion of him. Granted, the guy does cause more problems than he is capable of resolving, but that is mostly because his dad picked him off a desk job and gave him an Executive position. No one can deny that he’s got unbeatable computer programming skills and is more efficient at picking out coding errors than any software. It’s literally in his resume. That doesn’t quite equate with ‘smart enough with a computer.’ It's his genius.
He definitely massively lacks leadership skills and sincerity, but you've been working with him constantly to make him better at it. And he has improved a great deal from the flirtatious mess he was when his father first brought him in as the company's CEO, two years ago. 
Case in point, Jungkook is still more than competent to give a flawless presentation on your project to secure the contract because he understands it. You know it.
You clear your throat, knowing better than to challenge the Chairman's wife, family friend or not. But you do give a weary sigh.
"So I'm going as his babysitter?"
Your mother chuckles, rolling her eyes. "No, honey. You're going as his date."
And there it is – the inevitable doom you knew you were headed towards, the moment Mrs Jeon started talking about her son. To be very honest, you have been fearing this for months now.
And to be fair, it’s not even her fault. It’s you – you brought this upon yourself. You cursed yourself.
All those months ago in Vegas, it was you who stupidly thanked the universe that you weren’t being being forced to date Jungkook. You feared you would jinx yourself by thinking it up, and you did. Your thought was caught by the universe at the time, which has now finally been sent after you in the form of a curse.
Wait, what the hell are you even thinking about? And why are you not saying anything?
Shaking your head, you try to put on a neutral expression despite the horrors that swim in front of your eyes at the prospect.
"Mom, with all due respect, that sounds like a terrible idea," you eloquently counter your mother's suggestion, successfully concealing the panic that has welled up your throat. "Why can't we just – I don't know, go individually?"
Mrs Jeon titters, waving a manicured hand with zero wrinkles in front of your face. "Come on now, child. We can't make it obvious that you're there on business.  Everything has to look smooth and unplanned."
You stare at the woman. Why has she not taken the company's reins from her husband when she is so amazingly strategic and conniving with handling diplomacy? Or maybe, it actually is her that makes all the decisions and Chairman Jeon just follows her lead.
"You understand, don't you?" the woman continues with raised eyebrows that seem to say more than her mouth does.
Do you? The part about this not being a contract wedding? Not so much. But the part explaining why Jungkook going there along with you will display familial support better? Yeah, you kinda do.
What you absolutely don't get is why you have to go as dates and not colleagues. What will the Lims care if you both go there separately? You doubt Yoongi will have enough time on his hands to even pay attention to all his guests, let alone be bothered by business discussions happening in some corner of the wedding reception. 
So then, what good impression is going as dates to leave upon the Lims? Other than underlining the fact that the company doesn't have any anti workplace romance rules set in place, that is.
God, why is everyday so damn exhausting in this job?
Your sigh of deep, despairing grief isn't even fully released yet, when the man of the hour himself makes his boisterous entry into the room.
"Mom! And Mom!"
The scowl you had barely repressed jumps back up. How childish of you would it be to hug your mother to yourself and tell Jungkook to not call her that? Extremely. More childish than he is, which is the only reason why you refrain from doing so. 
While the guy himself drops his ass on the couch, right in the middle of the two women. "What're we discussing, ladies?"
You roll your eyes so hard, the back of your head hurts. "Your dad's decided to fire you," you tell him with a deadpan, relishing the way shock freezes his face. "I'm taking over the family business, he's made me the heir."
"Wha—I don't—he can't—can he do that? What?"
"She's joking, son, obviously!" Your mother clarifies with a worried pat on a coughing Jungkook's back.
Dressed in a white and blue striped shirt and dark pants, he looks unfairly handsome as always. When he blows out a raspberry in obvious relief from your very realistic joke, your eyes catch the lip-ring he still sports and mind inevitably travels back to Vegas.
You had come so close to kissing him back then. So close. You sat in his lap, felt those firm muscles, talked about less than appropriate stuff, and – nearly kissed those lips of his you can't look away from. God, what would have happened if you hadn't stopped when you did? What would have happened to you two? Between you two? 
The thought, decidedly inappropriate and unfit for workplace ponderings, leaves your stomach in knots. And not from disgust, but something more nerve-wracking. This can't be good. This isn't good.
Jungkook, meanwhile, has recovered from the joke and is now being filled in on the roles you both are to play three days from now. In a stark contrast to your horrified first reaction, he looks giddy at the prospect. Of course he does. You grit your teeth and look away when he waggles his eyebrows at you.
"A date, huh, Prez?" 
You breathe out through your nose, tight and restrained. "Not by choice, Jeon. Never by choice."
While your mothers look on with wide eyes, Jungkook gives a mock gasp and places a hand on his chest – the picture of scandalized. You hate him so fucking much.
"Never say never, Prez! You might end up jinxing it!"
Oh, God, you do not wanna think about jinxes. Maybe the dumbhead has a point for once in his entire brainless existence, though – you're already reaping the rewards of a jinx, you better not trigger another one and—
You bring your chain of thoughts to a screeching halt because wow, isn't this exactly what jinxing is?
"Yeah, whatever, I'm off." 
You brusquely collect your coat from the hook and bag from the table. Bowing to both your mom and Mrs Jeon separately, you lean down to press a kiss to your mother's cheek.
"I'll visit sometime this weekend, mom," you tell the woman with a terse smile. "Tell dad I'll bring him a family pack of those flavored coffee beans he's been obsessing over lately."
She laughs at that, nodding with a very fake roll of her eyes, and you wonder if anything she does has any remaining semblance of organicness at all. Probably not. She's been living this life for twice the years you have, after all.
You stalk out of the room without so much as a glance towards the CEO and of course he can't have that. Groaning when you hear rushed footsteps chasing you into the hallway, you close your eyes and shake your head.
"Not in the mood today, Jeon."
Jungkook, the irritating piece of shit he is, falls in step with you with a smirk so huge on his face that you're able to sense it in your peripheral vision. That prompts another, louder groan from you.
"Stop smirking like an annoying fucker, and leave me alone!"
"Oof, that sailor's mouth!" He gives a small whistle, sliding his hands into his pockets. "I wasn't here to bother you, by the way. For a change."
You snort. "Right."
"What? Really!" He gives a petulant whine, and when you simply keep walking without a word, he sighs. "Look. I'm not super excited about this date-thing, either, okay? I'm a bad – horrible actor, and despite whatever pull exists between us, I cannot forge fond looks and affectionate smiles when I look at you."
You are almost about to nod in agreement – hating yourself for agreeing with the asshole but also kinda relieved that you aren't the only one who hates this – when you suddenly stop. And analyze his words. And then turn to him with a gaping mouth and furrowed brow. He looks back at you innocently and you come this close to punching him in his very boopable nose.
"What the fuck do you mean by whatever pull exists between us?" you hiss at him, subconsciously backing the guy up to the glass wall next to you – one that looks down fifteen floors and gives you vertigo. You don't look away from Jungkook's wide eyes, though, half to intimidate him and half to prevent yourself from getting nauseous. "If you're under some kind of delusion that I actually—"
"I never said it was you," he calmly supplies, interrupting you with a shrug of his shoulders.
And you just gape at him some more, aghast and speechless. Because what? "Jungkook, what on fucking earth are you talking about?"
He winces, turning his face to the right, and the flash of his eyebrow piercing makes you gulp. "Has anyone ever told you you curse too much, Prez?"
"Jungkook," you growl, and the guy raises both his hands up in surrender.
"Okay, relax, I just…" He trails off, and for the first time in your life, you see Jeon Jungkook look unsure of himself. "I just meant… well. Back in Vegas, there was – there was a moment at the club, right? We were close, and—"
"Sir," you interrupt him icily, sweat breaking out on the back of your neck because he was not supposed to remember any of that, "you were really drunk that night. I'm sure whatever you think you remember is far from what actually happened."
A foreign look falls upon his face, one that you cannot exactly interpret but one that makes you want to hide away from his stare. But you don't and instead keep looking at his downturned lips and clouded eyes until they spell out disappointment. And it’s not very encouraging, but it is at least something you can read.
"Besides," you keep going with a tight smile, "it has been close to a year since Vegas. Whatever you think happened there is nothing but a misunderstanding of the distant past, I assure you."
Instant hurt flashes in his eyes, one that he is quick to hide but not quick enough – and you are somewhat ashamed of yourself for building a wall of denial between you two when he was being honest, just because you absolutely cannot get yourself to face what was about to happen in Vegas. Or nearly two years ago, in that elevator, after you saved him from drowning. 
Because Jungkook is your enemy – one that has hated your guts since you two were kids, and prompted you to return the sentiment in kind.
And so you do. Plastering a huge grin on your face, you pat his shoulder with faux tenderness. His jaw clenches and steely gaze lands on your hand.
"And I think we can do without any loving stares, Jeon. It's just a matter of a couple of hours, anyway."
With that you turn away from him and march down the lobby to the elevator, racing into the almost full cubicle, lest you be stuck in the metal box alone with Jungkook again.
As the doors slowly shut, your eyes catch Jungkook’s troubled ones one last time and different levels of your mind spin in concentric circles of confusion, until you just shut your eyes and start to plan out the details you need to change in the contract to get the Lims to agree, this time round.
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Okay, you will be honest – you didn’t expect Yoongi’s wedding would happen at an opera house, of all places. And that too in the evening. How rich are the Mins, exactly? You don’t even know what their family business is, just that Yoongi has no part in it because he has dedicated his loyalties to Jeon Security.
But as you stand on the elaborately rolled out red carpet that leads from the driveway where your limo has stopped, all the way across the stairs and up to the giant entrance to the place, you are in absolute awe. The place is beautiful. The event will surely be memorable for every attendee. If only it was actually a happy wedding and not just signing of a contract, the bride and groom would have been making happy memories as well.
Smile waning at the thought, you turn back towards the car to accept the huge bouquet the driver holds out towards you. Jungkook is meeting you here because you refused to sit with him in the closed space of a car for a two hours ride. Looking around, it doesn't take you long to spot the guy waiting near the entrance.
Partly because you've acquired a superpower of locating him in record time over months of playing babysitter to him and his immature shenanigans– but mostly because he's dressed in yellow. 
Like – top to bottom, sunflower yellow. 
The shirt beneath his yellow jacket has white stripes – because he is obsessed with stripes – but he's even got a pair of sunglasses that are as yellow as the rest of his ensemble and you are ninety percent sure every single person in the vicinity is staring at him. And not for the reasons he obviously seems to believe because he keeps grinning at the passers by and waving when they awkwardly smile.
God, the secondhand embarrassment. Ugh.
You really don't wanna accompany this humanized, inflatable, tube man that is sure to draw attention wherever he goes. Goddamn it.
His gaze lands on you within minutes of you spotting him, and he immediately jogs down the driveway to get to you. You try your hardest but cannot transform your grimace into an affectionate smile fitting for a loving girlfriend.
"Hi, babe!" greets Jungkook, snatching you by the waist into a side hug that ends with his lips on your temple.
You freeze, overwhelmed and shocked – and wondering what kind of oceanic cologne does the guy use; it's heavenly – because as much as you realize you should technically protest to his invasion of your privacy that you didn't previously agree upon, the warmth and solid feel of his body entrapping you feels far from offensive.
Which scares you. A lot.
So you grit your teeth and clench your eyes shut, hissing out, "Step away right now if you don’t want my heels lodged in your fucking knees, Jeon."
He does so, releasing a full belly laugh, but you notice the tightness around his lips and know that he’s putting on a show. Good for him. And his kneecaps.
“You look good,” he tells you with a small smile, which makes him look almost sincere. 
Almost sincere not because you don’t look good – you know you do in your knee length, off-shoulders black dress and matching pumps – but because he is Jeon Jungkook and when is he ever sincere when it comes to you? You give a small sigh and try to smile back.
“Thanks. And you look, uh… yellow.”
Jungkook’s look of pure offense is hilarious and it takes all your self-constraint to not laugh. “I’ll have you know this is all LV. Top to bottom. I did an ad campaign with them last week, and—” He cuts himself off with a huff, shaking your head when you flutter your lashes at him. “Nevermind.”
“You didn’t have to take yellow as an insult, you know,” you mumble, placing the dainty chain of your clutch over a bare shoulder.
Jungkook’s gaze follows the action, lingering a bit on your bare flesh before he meets your gaze again. Something heated reflects in his eyes, the echo of which twirls your gut. You hold back a shiver.
“Did you mean it as a compliment?” comes a mumble from the guy, amusement replacing whatever previously resided in his gaze.
You are about to retort with a did you want me to, when you realize you are treading towards flirting territory and God forbid you ever flirt with the bane of your existence. So you just smirk and let him join the dots, relishing the metaphoric smoke that exits his ears.
“That for me?” Never one to give up, Jungkook flashes you an irritating smile the next moment and points at the gigantic bouquet in your hand.
Even your deadpan doesn’t phase him; what the heck is he made of? Sighing, you roll your eyes and paste on the biggest grin you can muster on your face. “Can we just go, babe?”
Eyebrows shooting up at your greeting, Jungkook nods at you with a smirk, offering you his arm to take. 
And up the red carpet you both walk. There’s some paparazzi stationed opposite the building’s entrance as well, so you pause and pose for a second before finally entering the venue. 
The place is swathed in light strobes, flowers and curtains, everything in gold and white. You slowly turn to look at Jungkook. He blends right into the surroundings. You cannot help the snort that escapes you when he camouflages with a table. His surprised eyes question you but you simply shake your head and walk on, handing over the bouquet to the guy collecting everyone’s gifts for the bride and groom, and then find yourself a place to sit. By some lucky twist of fate, Jungkook spots a friend and ends up hanging out with the guy, giving you enough time to breathe.
To your surprise and utter horror, though, you find your gaze jumping back to him every few minutes. You want to play it off as being wary of what he might get up to when left unsupervised, but you don’t wanna lie to yourself. Because you know your staring has something to do with the way his suit jacket molds over his broad shoulders and cinched waist. Interestingly, the color looks less and less offensive and more refreshing as time goes on.
Soon after, Yoongi steps up the altar in a crisp tuxedo, looking handsome and as put together as you have never seen him do before at the office. And then Nari walks down the aisle in a white dress that is more frills and tulle than actual fabric, grinning from ear to ear.
And – okay. They both grin at each other with barely contained giddiness. Are they that good of actors or… maybe… they really are in love, huh? Mrs Jeon did say so. You didn’t believe it then, but looking at the newly wed couple kissing like teenagers on their prom, you are starting to.
But that is all of little importance to you because while the entire audience is moving to the reception hall, you are sneaking up to the room next to the bride's and texting your driver to bring the files up to the suite.
It’s showtime.
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How many shots are too many shots at a co-worker’s wedding you’re attending for official purposes? You wish someone would tell you so you can stop before you overdo it. 
But maybe you have already overdone it? But then again, can you really be blamed? After all the pain you went through to edit and re-edit the renewed terms of the contract with the Lims, spending sleepless nights mulling them over, and giving a flawless presentation to the owners – what do you receive in response?
We’ll think about it.
They said they'll think about it.
They’ll fucking think about it.
They—
For fuck’s sake! Everyone who knows the world of business knows that taking time to think is as good as saying no. 
The Lims are essentially saying no – no to all your hard work of not just the past few days, but the past few months that you’ve spent working on this project for. This is why you shouldn’t get emotionally attached to your work. No one in your company is gonna cry over a failed risky integration of two services that you provide as a cyber security company. But here you are, attempting to drink your weight in Tequila.
Fuck Mr Lim and his gangly skeleton of a wife. Fuck everything, in fact.
You're downing shot number too-fucking-many-but-still-not-enough when a buzzing from your phone alerts you. Realizing you can still read the tiny ass text clearly, you ask the bartender for another round. 
But then you freeze because shit – in your frustrations with the Lims, you forgot you came here with a certain menace that you shouldn't have let out of your sight for so long. And now his mother is texting you with something that is making your blood pressure spike through the roof.
Mrs Jeon Honey, is everything alright there? I just received a call from Mrs Lim. She told me Jungkook served them some promising facts that have made them change their mind.
Honey, did they say no to you at first? Why did Jungkook talk to them?
Why indeed.
You're just in the process of typing a response when another message arrives – this one freezing the blood in your veins.
Anyways, she wishes to see you again and is looking for you. Better go see her and seal the deal, okay? 
I am off to sleep now so I won't check my phone anymore. Good luck and good night, honey.
What the actual fuck?
Mrs Lim wants to see you again? When you’ve torn your hairdo apart, smudged all your make-up and can barely count your fingers?
Why, why are you always so fucking out of luck?
Why, because of fucking Jungkook, of course! Had he not gone ahead and done… whatever he did with the Lims, you would have drank your sorrows away in peace and went back home a zombie.
But now you have to break your drinking marathon and go see a fucking investor! You can't do this. If you go see the woman when you look an hour away from death, she will most definitely change her mind again and most definitely inform Mrs Jeon of what she witnessed.
No, you can't see her.
Furious at Jungkook for meddling without informing you – despite its possibly favorable outcome – and at yourself for drowning in alcohol so badly that you forgot about the dude's very presence here, you leave the next glass untouched and ring Jungkook up.
He picks up on the third ring, a lilting, “Hey, Prez!" screeched into your ear.
Oh, this is not good. This is not good at all.
He is drunk, too.
"Jeon Jungkook," you hiss, teeth grinding so hard, your jaw aches, "where the fuck are you?"
"I, uh… having a celebratory drink with Yoongi.” Lowering his voice as if to shield it from his company, he adds, “Mom insisted that I have a drink with him. Is everything okay, Prez?" 
His voice sounds less slurred and more absent-minded and you wonder if he's perhaps less drunk than you and would be presentable to Mrs Lim?
"No, everything's not okay," you grunt with your fingers pressed to your pounding forehead. "What the heck did you say to Mrs Lim?"
"Wha—wait… She said she was on board! Noooo, did she change her mind again?" he whines into the phone and you wince again.
Nope, he's possibly more drunk than you are.
Fuck your life in the ass.
"She didn't change her mind, she just wants to cement it. By meeting me again."
"Oh! Hey, that's cool!" He suddenly chuckles. "You can thank me later, Prez, when I tell you the exact string I pulled, yeah?"
Wait – string? Pulled? Why does it sound lewd?
Probably because it is so. You're dealing with Jeon Jungkook – casanova extraordinaire, after all. He may have become subdued and more focused on work but you never truly believed he had changed.
You hate the way disappointment blooms in your chest, overtaking all the tension, anger and frustration you felt earlier. And it makes no sense, because why should you care what he does with his private life? He's become damn good at his job and he really just proved that again, didn't he? What does it matter to you what means he used to get the work done?
It shouldn't. It honestly shouldn't.
But the thing is – it does. And it makes you angrier than before.
"Right. Spare me the gross details, please, and just tell me you're sober enough to talk to the woman?" you ask him with a sigh, proud of how controlled your voice is.
But Jungkook gives a dramatic gasp. "I can barely read the letters on my phone, Prez! I'm not sober enough to talk to you, let alone talk to her!"
"Jeon…" You release a whining sob of despair. "You said you were having a celebratory drink with Yoongi!”
“Well, I meant after I’d had a good share of solo fun!”
“Why the fuck were you having solo fun in the first place?"
"I was celebrating! Why did you drink so much?"
"I was mourning!"
"But the deal was a success!"
"You never told me!"
There's silence and heavy breaths for a few extended moments, and then you whine again.
"Jeon, come on, man! I'll have to hide in a fucking closet so she doesn't find me!"
Jungkook gasps again. Dramatic bitch. "No, you know what? Excellent idea!"
You scowl into space. "What?"
"Yeah! Let's – let's hide! Disappear from plain sight, hide somewhere and later tell her we looked everywhere but couldn't find her! For all we care about, we sealed the deal on our end, right? And she never told me she wanted to meet again! We’ll ask Yoongi to vouch for us —” 
He cuts himself off and you hear a muffled, “right?" followed by what sounds like Yoongi’s wordless acceptance.
What the hell is Jungkook doing? And why is it sounding like a good idea?
"Yeah, Yoongi’s on board! You find the nearest closed space to you, Prez, and I'm gonna jump into this coat closet in my direct line of sight, okay?" Jungkook continues, a desperate undertone to his words, and you sputter.
Really? You're gonna – hide?
This is so fucking ridiculous! But also so fucking genius. No one’s fault if you’d already left the venue, right? Mrs Lim doesn’t have to know that you were drinking your sorrows away at the open bar or that Mrs Jeon wanted Jungkook to share a drink with Yoongi. 
Nodding quickly, you breathe out. "Okay, okay, yeah. Let's do it. I, uh… I can see a pair of doors and I'm gonna slide past ’em. Text me when you're situated, okay?"
"Yeah, you too! Good luck!"
Disconnecting the call, you march up to the doors to the side of the elaborate ballroom, an eye over your shoulders to check if a particularly gangly woman with more makeup than she has skin is nearby. Coming up empty, you stealthily open the ornate doors which happen to lead to a changing room probably meant for the opera performers. You walk into the semi-dark space, thanking God it's daytime and this place has ventilators to let some sunlight in. Spotting the back of a sofa nearby, you rush towards it—
And let out a squeak on finding it already housing a human presence.
Squinting, you give a loud gasp. "Jungkook? I thought you were jumping into a coat closet!"
He has a bottle of Smirnoff in his hand and his sunglasses have been shoved up to his hair. He's also lost his jacket and sits here in just his yellow and white striped shirt, sleeves rolled up to display his tattoos and corded muscles. Dear God. He looks really fucking good.
"I was! I did! Thought this was a coat closet!" he tells you, indignant, and points at a door next to his seat. "I came in through that! Where did you come from?"
You jerk a thumb over your shoulder. "A door back there. This is apparently some backstage room. And wow, you really brought a bottle along?"
He has the decency to look sheepish. "I figured I wasn't leaving this place till the party was over. Brought in something to pass time."
You have to admit, it's a good thing he did. Snatching the object from his hand, you brace yourself for the liquid fire that is housed in the glass container and then take a few successive gulps. 
"Argh!" you groan at the burn, eyes watering at the pain the vodka leaves on its way down your throat. But then you exhale and allow yourself a smile. "Ah. That felt good."
Jungkook is blinking up at you with wide eyes when you finally look at him again, and rolling your own, you prod at his shoulder to shift him so that you can fit yourself on the piece of furniture as well. On closer inspection, this looks like a loveseat. It's small but cozy, and even though your entire left side is plastered to Jungkook's entire right side, both your asses have enough space to comfortably rest on the cushy cushion.
Relaxing into the seat, you tip your head past its back, sighing. Then you turn your gaze to your companion – finding him still gaping at you. You snort at his expressions of disgust mingled wonder.
"What?"
"Nothing, just… Don't think I've ever seen you relaxed before." A dimple appears on his cheek as he shrugs with a half smile and turns to take a swig from the bottle.
You can't move your gaze from the way his Adam's apple bobs, sweat collecting on the back of your neck. Clearing your throat to ground yourself, you give a wry chuckle.
"Yeah, because we're co-workers and I'm a professional. I don't have orgies in the company pool or decide to get fifty piercings and alcohol poisoning on a business trip," you tease him, a smirk ticking up your cheek.
He looks back with a smirk of his own, head lowered and stare heavy from beneath his solid, shapely brows – one of which looks sinfully sexy with the barbel he's fitted through it. Maybe not as sexy as his heated stare, which youneed to look away from.
You instantly flutter your lids and move your gaze to the bottle in his hand, gesturing for him to hand it to you. Even his hands look sexy, though, and it is with extreme difficulty that you divert your focus on drinking and not drooling over your enemy.
Back and forth you both go, sipping at gut melting, strong vodka in companionable silence. 
It's embarrassing how attracted you are to him. They do say there's a fine line between love and hate – lust and hate, in your case – and the mild inebriation in you is making you wonder, hypothetically, what it would be like if you were to cross that line. If you were to put aside how your brain feels about Jeon Jungkook and let your pussy do the thinking.
The very thought makes you shudder, something which doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook. His hand pauses in the process of extracting the bottle from you.
"You okay?" he mumbles, sounding more suspicious than concerned.
You try to play it off by exhaling and leaning back in the loveseat. "Yeah, I'm fine. Maybe I should go lighter with the alcohol, though, I've already had too many shots…"
He simply hums, this time refraining from passing you the bottle as he takes some consecutive sips. Then he clears his throat, and even if he wasn't fidgeting like a fish the way he is, you'd have known he wants to say something because his stare burns at the side of your head.
With a groaned inhale, you straighten up and raise your eyebrows at his hesitant expression. "What?"
He visibly and audibly gulps, but then decides to frown as if in confusion. "What?" 
You roll your eyes. "You obviously wanna say something. What is it?"
"How do you—"
"Jeon."
"Okay." You keep looking at him expectantly, and he stares back. Then he exhales and rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “I remember what happened in Vegas.”
You freeze in your place, breathing broken, eyes widened and heart skipping a couple of beats. And it’s ridiculous, because nothing even really happened in Vegas. Jungkook got piss drunk, you went to pick him up from the club, where you awakened him from drunken unconsciousness and somehow ended up in his lap – and somehow leaned in to kiss him because you weren’t thinking straight. But the spell was broken in all of three minutes when Junkook’s bodyguards arrived and took his unconscious ass back to his hotel room. You proceeded to remind yourself of the hatred between you both, and all was well. 
He literally passed out immediately after. How the heck can he remember a thing?
“Why didn’t you let me kiss you?”
Oh, God, he really remembers. But why the fuck is he talking about it now? You turn to meet his gaze, only to suck in a sharp breath when you find it hot and dark and charged with something you’re scared to name. His words sounded heavy but his stare weighs a ton more, especially when you realize he has turned to sit sideways and now faces you completely. You have nowhere to escape.
“I…”
“Why do you never let me kiss you?”
Okay, yeah, now your mind is definitely spinning. Swallowing past your dry throat, you lean a bit backwards but are stopped by the armrest behind you. And so you sit very still – anticipatory and unbelieving – as Jungkook closes the distance between you two until he’s breathing your air.
“Say something, Prez,” he murmurs softly, but the gust of air that escapes him brushes against your lips all the same.
You tremble. “I… I don’t know what youre talking about…? You don’t know what you’re talking about…”
That was the wrong thing to say – fuck, because now he’s smirking and both his arms are trapping you against him as he places his hands on the armrest behind you. His thumbs brush against your waist, and despite the thick fabric of your dress, you cannot hold back the way your body jumps at the touch.
Jungkook’s smirk turns wicked. “Oh, but I do know… First when you saved me from drowning. And then in Vegas… I really wanted to kiss you, you know? And I know you wanted me to as well.”
You have no words to retaliate, his proximity and constantly darkening eyes stealing all coherent thoughts from you. All thoughts, that is, other than plain negation of whatever he says, which is why you lamely stutter out a weak, “N–no. You’re wrong… I didn’t want you to.”
Amusement spills across his face and he leans closer, this time causing his chest to brush against yours, making your nipples harden beneath the dual layer of clothing you wear. Can he feel them? You hope he cannot, but the way he slowly bites his lip and releases it makes you think otherwise. It also makes you wanna bite that lip yourself, but that is counterproductive to the claims you’re making, so you look up into his eyes again.
“And why is that?” he asks you in a very soft whisper, looking moments away from attacking your mouth.
You don’t think you will stop him.
“Be–because I don’t like you?” It comes out as a dumb question instead of a solid statement, and you hold back your wince when Jungkook’s lips tilt in mirth.
“Yeah? Well, who said you have to like someone to want to kiss them?”
Blinking in confusion, you recognize that there's something fundamentally very wrong with that sentence. But your stare somehow drops to his ripe, cherry red lips with that tease of a silver ring glinting in the bottom one, and the urge to taste it overpowers every other thought you could have had. Oh God, you're gonna fucking die. 
You inhale deeply to ground yourself, filling your chest up with Jungkook’s clear scent that has been heavily tinged with vodka now, and some clarity hits you. This is Jungkook – Jeon Jungkook, your mortal enemy, that you have wanted to strangle on more than one occasion. 
But as you breathe deeper, blink and look into his eyes again, you realize that right in this moment, he is also Jeon Jungkook – the guy you've wanted to climb on top of on more than one occasion. Your inhibitions are loosened enough for you to admit to yourself that you've wanted to press yourself against his huge, muscled torso, and have his crazily veined, tattooed hands dig into your flesh. That you've wanted him all over you.
That you've wanted him to ruin you.
And that you do wanna kiss him like nothing you’ve ever wanted, right now. Your pussy overtakes your brain to make decisions for you, and you close your eyes.
Jungkook takes the cue immediately and erases all the space between you both, torso pressing up tightly against you and lips hovering right above yours, so close you can feel the ghost of their touch. You clench your eyes tighter when he still doesn't make contact, a tiny whimper gurgling in your throat.
“Jungkook,” you breathe, urgent and tight because every little motion of your lips makes them brush against his and you want more. “Kiss me…”
His groan echoes around you both, followed by a stifled curse that you’re too delirious to decipher. “Your wish is my command, Prez…”
And then his lips touch yours, more delicately than you thought they would, but you melt all the same. Maybe you melt because his touch is so soft. Both your hands brace upon his broad shoulders, your only buoy to save you from drowning, and you kiss him back with an eagerness that surpasses his tender motions. 
He reacts with a grunt and grips onto your waist tighter to reciprocate in kind – and here comes the vigor you anticipated. Now his lips glide over yours in harsh tracks, forcing a moan out of your throat. The heat from his body swathes you completely, making perspiration rise to every inch of your skin. His strong fingers push into the flesh of your waist with a strength that dizzies you, more so when they start to move in a dizzying massage, going across the small of your back until both his palms are cupped around your ass. Then he gives a firm squeeze, and you gasp.
“Fuck!”
Pulling away but still breathing your air, Jungkook nudges his nose against yours, greeting you with a smirk when you open your eyes. You’re immediately turning warm all over. 
“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush, Prez,” he murmurs against your mouth, amused, shiny eyes staring into yours and tilted, glossy lips pressing against yours again. “It’s so fucking cute…”
You’re about to tell him that it’s because he’s never grabbed your ass before, but he immediately twirls your brain around in another kiss, this one heavier and deeper. His tongue licks at your lips even as you’ve already parted them, tempting you, teasing you, until you’re groaning in protest. It is only after a whimper of irritation from you that he slides the wet muscle into your mouth. Your moan of satisfaction melts into his hum of approval, and you grab onto the back of his shirt's collar to tangle your tongue with his, tasting the chocolate and vodka flavored warmth of his mouth to your heart’s content. You give as you receive, pushing back against his assertive kisses, never one to let a guy take the upper hand that easily, until your lungs start to burn with the loss of oxygen.
But before you can pull away, you feel his fingers digging into your asscheeks harshly – almost painfully – and the next moment, Jungkook is lifting you off the loveseat's cushion and placing you in his lap, slowly breaking the kiss. Your thighs frame his as he pulls you to him, your heated center lining up against the zipper on his pants perfectly, and damn but the bulge you feel beneath you has you driven crazy with want. 
It is with an extreme amount of self-control that you hold yourself back from moving your hips and instead focus on opening your eyes. You’re prepared to continue the back and forth that never stops between you two when your eyelids flutter to allow you to peer into his heavy lidded ones, but you are stopped by the look in them.
Not a single trace of mockery or an oncoming sly remark. All you find is wonder – that you believe is reflected in your own eyes – and a layer of confusion.
As if he cannot believe how amazing that kiss was. Well, you share that sentiment if the wetness between your thighs is anything to go by. This close to him, his oceanic scent fills up your lungs with every quick, little breath you take, and you can feel a droplet of sweat trailing down the middle of your back.
And just like that, the sharp lines that have always demarcated who Jungkook has been to you and what you should or should not do with him start to smudge.
What was it that you thought in Vegas? If you ever end up kissing Jungkook, you’d either have to die or kill him?
Well you obviously didn’t account for how incredibly amazing it would feel to kiss the man when you declared that. You’re gonna have to scratch the declaration, naturally, because you definitely don’t wanna kill anybody, right now. You just want to kiss Jungkook – continue kissing him, without any ominous clouds of  implications and consequences hovering anywhere near you.
Which is why you bring your mouth down to his own in another, more searing kiss, coaxing a throaty moan out of him when your tongue flicks at the ring pierced through his bottom lip. As you travel further and lick a path across the back of his teeth, the cold metal of the jewelry presses into your heated skin, a sexy reminder of how unbelievably hot the guy you’re kissing actually is.
While your fingers busy themselves in carding through his hair to position his head the way you would like it to be, Jungkook's hands slowly travel down your legs, and then back upwards, beneath your dress, tracing your thighs and reaching up to your waist. His knuckles slowly flutter across the span of your stomach, encircling your belly button. 
Breath hitching at the arousal that floods out of you at the tender touch, you run your hands down the front of his shirt and tug it up, separating from his mouth to pull the thing off without bothering to unbutton it. The sleeveless, black undershirt he wears surprises you, but the broad, muscular shoulders and thick biceps you have bared have drool collecting in your mouth. Not to mention the intricate inking one of his arm houses. 
Fuck, he’s seriously so fucking sexy.
Jungkook's hands decide to retribute while you're distracted by his arms, coming up to yank at the off-shoulders neckline of your dress, pulling it off your breasts to have it pool at your waist, without unzipping it. He might’ve ruined the fabric, but you can’t find it in yourself to speak a word of protest when you find his mesmerized gaze fixed upon your heaving chest that is encased in a strapless bra. 
Thickly swallowing, you attempt to control your breathing, but the way his expanded pupils travel over every inch of your exposed flesh makes all processing in your brain just come to a halt. And then his hand reaches for the bra, two fingers sliding between the cloth and your skin. Your body convulses at the sensation, lips parting and breathing picking up even more.
His eyes meet yours in a silent question, which you answer with a frantic nod and digging your nails into his shoulders.
Jungkook tugs at the cloth, pulling it down to join your dress at your waist in one, firm motion, and as your breasts jump free, a responsive curse is hissed out through his lips.
"You're so fucking sexy, Prez," he lowly grunts, snaking a hand behind your back to press in the middle of your shoulder blades, and then pulls you in to wrap his lips around one of the peaks, just as his free hand closes over the other.
A muted cry escapes you, broken and whimpered, the warmth of his mouth and the softness of his tongue against your nipple feels so amazing. As his hand fondles the other breast, pleasure expands through your veins, tapering down to collect at the juncture of your thighs. Every movement of his is this perfect coalition of tender and rough, all in the right amounts.
“Fuck,” you hiss out, eyes screwed shut and lower lip trapped between your teeth when he pulls you closer, opening his mouth wider to suck on your flesh. “Jungkook, that’s – fuck, that feels so good…”
His teeth come in to work on your sensitive skin and tongue flicks at your nipple, making your hold on him tighter by the second. He switches sides, leaving your bruised nipple to attack the unattended one with the same urgency. 
Gasping for breath, you rake your nails over the back of his neck, barely open eyes catching the wisps of the back tattoo he got in Vegas, and you rush to clench your fists into his undershirt, needing it off of his body. He makes a sound of surprise against your boob before pulling back with a wet smack, and meets your hooded eyes with his own.
“Something wrong, baby?”
Fuck. Who allowed him to call you that? In that husky fucking baritone? And who allowed you to whimper at the sound?
Jungkook’s palm slides from your back to join his other hand on your breasts and he looks straight into your eyes as he massages the two mounds, pushing them together and squeezing them roughly. He pinches the thumb and forefinger of both his hands to pluck at your nipples at the same time, and your body gives a helpless shudder of saturated pleasure. Holy fuck, this guy is driving you insane.
“Take… take this off,” y0u manage to murmur in the middle of his ministrations, tugging at the black garment that you’ve already lifted up to his chest. “Off,” you grunt, prompting him to separate his hands from your body while you quickly pull the clothing off his torso.
Shakily, your eyes scan the contours and planes of his body that you’ve seen on so many occasions before but never ever in one as intimate as this. Tentatively, your hands reach for his skin. It is deliciously warm, the underlying muscle feels as firm as it looks. 
Breathing ragged and too loud in this quiet space, you meet Jungkook’s lidded eyes. His own exhales echo around you both, hot and heavily weighed down by anticipation. You glide your palm down his pecs to the chiseled set of abs you can see heaving with every breath he takes, nails raking against the defined cut of his v-line.
You’re not just at the peak of your arousal, you’re also caught in absolute awe.
Every inch of him is so beautiful, all the way from his sculpted body to his delicate face. His round eyes and his sharp nose. And those thin but luscious lips. Damn. His lips, red and glistening, that are currently parting and moving closer to you – and then latching straight onto yours.
You groan into his mouth, surprised but incredibly turned on by the kiss, and he echoes the sound back to you, wrapping both his arms around your body to plaster you to him. Fuck, the feel of his hard chest against your breasts makes your body heat up with a fire you haven’t felt in a long time. Your hands wrap around his neck and shoulders, holding him as close to you as physically possible as you follow his lead into the kiss, letting his teeth drag against your tongue, sucking on it before digging into your bottom lip.
In small motions, Jungkook begins to guide your hips to move over his. The straining hardness you felt when you sat in his lap has transformed into a raging erection, one that pushes perfectly against your throbbing heat with every roll you make on top of it, pushing you a little more towards delirium.
One of Jungkook’s hands wanders again, down your back and past the waistband of your panties, glides over the bare skin of your ass, to reach where you need him the most.
“Is this okay?” he rumbles into your mouth, pulling back to press wet kisses around your lips, down to your chin. “Can I touch you?”
And you just nod, breathing out a repetitive stream of ‘yes’s while he licks a path down your neck to suck on a spot beneath your collarbones. 
His fingers delicately trace the wet, outer flesh of your closed pussy lips. Until your hips move again and they are spread by the pressure you put on them, helping him reach your slit with a muffled groan. You can barely breath past the overwhelming cloud of pleasure that swells up in you. 
“Fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” he hums with his face pressed aainst your boobs and exhales. “Wanna taste you so bad…”
He pulls his fingers back with that, popping each one of them into his mouth to lick them clean with his eyes shut in euphoria. And as you watch him, your mouth gaping and pussy literally flooding because of how irresistible he is, you decide you’ve had enough of just feeling his length.
Your hands work on the button and zipper of his jeans, determination and adrenaline driving you as you quickly ask him, “Can I take this off?”
“Oh, yes please…”
The eager elation in his voice pulls a chuckle out of you and you meet his wide eyes with a fond gaze. “You’re kinda cute too when you’re not being annoying, you know?”
You leave him snorting at your words and slip off him to kneel between his legs, moving your hands in a flurry to free his length. And, oh God, when it springs free of the confines, you kinda begin to understand where he gets his cocky attitude from. 
He gets it from his cock, yep.
The shaft is long, veiny and girthy, the perfect seat you'd like to hop onto very very soon. But before that you wanna taste it, so you think about it for two and a half seconds before wrapping both your palms around him. Using the precum he has dripping down his length as lubrication, you run your hands along the heated, velvety skin, moaning when you feel him hardening further.
Jungkook huffs out very controlled gusts of breath, mingled with dilute curses, but you can see he is making an effort to muffle himself. And something in you wants him to lose that control. You look up at his slitted eyes and hold eye contact when you finally lower your lips to the mushroom head of his cock, letting your tongue trace the tip, taking in the salty remnants of his precum, before you wrap your lips fully around him. His lip ring glints against the white of his teeth as Jungkook chews the heck out of his bottom lip, his hips stuttering in losing self-restraint when you sink your mouth on him, running your tongue along the surface of his cock and going deeper and deeperyet until he meets the back of your throat.
And right there – his control snaps and both of Jungkook’s hands rush to hold onto either side of your head. “Shit, shit – so fucking good!”
Adequately pleased, you allow your eyes to drift shut and hollow your cheeks to really get to work, sucking him off the way a dick as beautiful as his deserves to be sucked. 
The scent of sex fills up around you, the air turning hot and humid with the combined heavy breathing of the two of you. You relentlessly bob your head on him, breathing through your nose and curbing your gag reflex as best as you can.
Jungkook alternates between high pitched groans and then some really low grunts in response, making your arousal literally drip onto the floor. The sounds are so delicious, they make you redouble your efforts. 
He deserves to fuck your throat. 
You wrap a hand around his base, moving it along with your head, and finish off with a harsh suckle every time you get to the tip. When Jungkook's groans turn to whimpers, you take your hand away and plunge him deep into your throat, allowing the head to slip into the narrow channel, cutting your breathing off. 
"Baby!" Jungkook suddenly screeches while you're licking up his length and preparing to go again.
You respond with a hum and draw in a breath to work on quick pulses, pushing his cock into your throat in quick successions.
Jungkook's hands immediately grab onto your head and tear you off of him. Confused and delirious, you blink at him through tears. "Wha…?"
"Too much, fuck, that’s t–too much… Come here,” he explains after a series of hitches in his breath. "Wanna fuck your pussy before I come…"
You smack your lips, looking up at him with a half smile that morphs into a smirk when you find him shaking his head at you in what looks like astonishment. You rise a little bit pause before you can get up, instead leaning over his body to plant some much needed kisses on the contours of his abs. He hisses out a curse when your teeth come out to play, and when you feel his flesh jump at a particularly sharp bite, you immediately soothe it with your tongue.
"Come up here, Prez," he murmurs around a groan, tugging at your arm, but you stay licking the ridges up his body.
Finally, Jungkook tugs at both of your wrists to drag you up his fram and locks them behind his neck. Slowly and silently folding your legs around his, you meet his crazed, dilated eyes, and lower your clothed pussy onto his bare length. Despite the damp cotton of your panties sticking to your wet flesh, you feel every vein in his throbbing length pressing up against you. 
It feels heavenly. But you need more.
“Jungkook,” you quickly mumble, unable to hold still with the way your clit keeps brushing against him with every move.
He pulls his gaze away from your boobs to meet your eyes in question, before one of his hands is wrapping around your waist to tug you closer. “Yeah?”
The motion rubs his cock against your pussy more firmly, eliciting a gasping whine out of you. Jungkook hums in satisfaction, leisurely brushing your hair off a shoulder to lean down to plant hot, open-mouthed kisses along your flesh.
“Need you to fuck me, Jungkook…”
He nods against your neck and rakes his teeth against your sensitive skin, breathing out a quiet, “I’ve got a condom in the back pocket of my pants.”
You reach out just as he lifts himself up a little to help you access the pocket – and then you pause. Lean back. Meet his confused gaze with a cocked eyebrow. 
“You came to Yoongi’s wedding… with a condom?”
The way his cheeks flood with red would make you laugh out loud if it weren’t for the mess you are currently making on his dick. “I…”
He’s really foundering. You narrow your eyes at him, not because you’re offended – you’re way too turned on to be thinking of that, right now – but because you never realized how fun it is to fluster Jungkook, always having been on the receiving side of the teasing between you two. 
Clicking your tongue, you slowly shake your head in faux disappointment. “A total fuckboy, huh?”
That makes Jungkook scowl at you. “Hey, at least I practice safe sex. You should be appreciative given the position you’re in.” 
He gives his hips a jerk to emphasize the exact position he mentioned, and a breathy moan tumbles out of you at the friction, unbidden. 
Shit, yeah, maybe he’s right. 
But you don’t like the characteristic cocky smirk he throws your way at your reaction – however justified might it be – so you snap back with a, “I can very easily remove myself from the situation, Jeon. You really wanna push your luck?”
He doesn’t give you the submission you were expecting in return, instead choosing to look at you darkly from beneath his brows. “Really?” comes his taunting rasp, traveling down to your cunt which obediently leaks out more juices. 
Fuck, have you bitten off more than you can chew, by any chance? His challenging, stormy eyes are making it so fucking hard to breathe, but yeah. Maybe bluffing when you’re actually aching for his cock wasn’t the best of strategies.
Jungkook’s free hand reaches behind you to grab a handful of your ass and give it a rough squeeze that makes you yelp in surprise. The motion triggers your hips to rub against him again, your clit bumping into his pelvis, and sending a tremor of pleasure through your entire body. You shut your eyes and let your head fall back over your neck, a breathless groan escaping you. 
Letting go of your ass cheek, Jungkook immediately delivers a solid smack to it, massaging the sore flesh with his palm.
“Eyes on me,” he growls, tugging you back in place.
The jostling makes you grind against him even more, but despite the shivers that shake both of your forms, Jungkook’s fierce gaze never wavers from yours.
“You’re gonna sit on my dick like that and then walk away? Without begging me to fuck you senseless?” His eyes narrow and voice turns paper thin, rolling over your body like a gust of wind that leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Think you’re that tough, baby?”
As if exclusively responding to his words with no intervention from your brain, your pussy gives a desperate clench. One that he feels on his length, given the sudden hiss that leaves him followed by the smirk that crawls up his cheek. Leaning back to raise an eyebrow at you, Jungkook extracts the condom from his pocket and holds the foil between his index and middle finger to wave it in front of your face.
“What will it be, Prez?”
Fuck, he’s really calling your bluff. It is embarrassing but also somewhat very arousing that Jungkook is able to tell how turned on you are and confidently toss a challenge like that at you. He won’t be doing this if he wasn’t absolutely sure he had you. You would like to think he knows you well enough to know that you would leave if you could.
Which means he knows that you can’t leave now. The thought frustrates you and makes you shiver at the same time.
Fuck fuck fuck, you hate this. 
That annoying smirk on his face makes you tingle with the need to say no. Shoot him down. Nip his confidence in the bud. But that’s not gonna happen when you don’t wanna sit here without his dick in you for another second. 
You can’t believe yourself but you’re impossibly close to begging. Like, literally on the edge. One more remark from him and your lust-addled mind will make you scream. It  is already berating you for the condom remark, you really don’t wanna scream. Or cry. Oh, dear God, you do not wanna cry! 
But you will if your mouth does anything other than say yes.
Knowing your mouth and its tendency to run itself around Jungkook, you bite down on your bottom lip and reach forward to pluck the metallic foil out of Jungkook’s hand. His mouth drops open in surprise. 
Before he can speak, though, you lift a finger to hover against his lips. “But I won’t beg.”
He’s smirking again, brushing a kiss against your finger, and then he allows you to lift off his lap. His rock hard length stands erect between your bodies, fully coated with your juices and curving just slightly towards his washboard abdomen. The head is red and angry, just as eager for your pussy as you are for it. You wrap a hand around the veiny length, sliding it up and down a few times while you tear open the condom with your teeth. 
Jungkook’s head tips to a side, eyelids lowered, and a deep sigh leaves him. “I take it as my duty to make you beg, in that case…”
A snort escapes you at that and you lean forward to rake your teeth over one of his nipples in punishment. His reaction is instantaneous, both hands gripping onto your ass and hips lifting off. Satisfied, you slowly roll the rubber over him until it’s perfectly stretched onto his massive shaft.
“Ready?” Jungkook whispers, reaching between your legs to pull the crotch of your panties to the side. “Holy fuck, you’re more than ready…”
Two of his fingers slip into you without resistance, making you grip onto his shoulders. 
“Baby, you’re drowning my fingers.” There’s wonder in his voice beneath the husky gravel. “What will I do with you?”
His lips brush your chin, sliding down the line of your throat to suck at the base of your throat.
“F–fuck me, hopefully?” you provide a whimpered response to his question, causing the fingers in you to curve.
And, fuck, they hit you right where you need them to. Arching in his embrace, you press your forehead into Jungkook’s neck. 
“You like that?” His hot breath traverses over your sweat coated skin, making you shudder. 
“Yeah… But still want your dick…”
Jungkook gives a huff of laughter and you pull back to grin at him. Shaking his head, he brushes an almost fond kiss against your lips. “And my dick wants you. But first.” He passes you a saccharine smile. “Say please.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake! “Jungkook, I swear—”
“Nope. Gimme the magic word.”
He is so fucking annoying, how did you think you could have sex with him without popping a vein? His fingers start to massage that spongy spot in you, right then, as if to answer your rhetorical question, and you slump against his tattooed shoulder.
“F–fuck, Jungkook, that’s—”
“Still not what I wanna hear,” he interrupts you, this time with his own voice getting breathier, but his demand stays as relentless.
The pads of his digits get rougher, pushing hard and moving fast, inching you closer and closer to your high.
“Say it, baby,” he murmurs into the crown of your head, slowly swiping his thumb across your clit. “Say it…”
And you cry out, mouth open and eyes shut, shuddering in his lap as Jungkook continues to fuck you open with his fingers. The swipes of his thumb gain traction, too, getting harsher and rougher, until a squealed curse escapes you and your nails dig into his biceps.
“What’s that? Are you close, baby?”
Oh, you’re so fucking close, his thick and long fingers know exactly what to do. “Shit, Jungkook, don’t stop… Don’t you dare stop—”
He stops.
“Fuck—what—”
“You didn’t say it,” Jungkook brusquely tells you, pulling his fingers out of you with a scowl. 
You feel so fucking drained, you can’t tussle with him anymore or you actually will cry out of frustration. You were so close! “Fine!”
His eyes light up. “Fine?”
“Make me cum, Jungkook.” Grabbing his wrist, you guide his hand back to your weeping cunt, nearly tearing the skin on your bottom lip with how harshly you bite it. You inhale. Then exhale. “Please?”
As if something unfurls in him, Jungkook’s eyes blow over immediately and fingers slip into you again, getting straight to business. His thumb now presses fully against your clit, massaging it softly. A barely restrained shriek of his name tears through your chest, arms wrapping around his shoulders for support when your thighs shake with the effort to keep you up. His mouth, now level with your boobs, takes one of your nipples between his teeth and tugs at it.
The pleasurable sting travels all the way down to the point where three of his fingers are now pushing against your sensitive walls, and you feel yourself start to lose your mind.
“Fuu~ck,” you whine loudly, raking your nails down his arms, “I’m coming…”
“Oh, yeah? Squeeze my fingers nice and tight then. Come on…”
His breathy command goes straight to your pussy and it obediently follows, clamping down on his fingers as you’re tossed into spiraling oblivion. Your vision goes white and electricity spreads through your body, making you breathlessly heave in an attempt to ride the waves of pleasure out. Jungkook softly pumps his fingers into you to aid you, gradually coming to a stop when your body stops convulsing.
“That was so fucking sexy.” You can hear wonder in his breathy voice. “Are you okay?”
Opening your eyes to meet his wide-eyed gaze, you nod with a small smile. “Never better.” 
Your head’s still up in the clouds, but your pussy is throbbing again. FUck, you really need him to fuck you. With his thick fucking cock, this time. Biting your lip, you place both your palms on his chest for balance and peer down at the length you’re hovering above. 
“May I sit on your dick now?”
A surprised laughter bubbles out of Jungkook before he licks his lips and brings his face closer to yours. “Haven’t even caught your breath fully and you want more? Think you can handle it?”
You narrow your eyes and lean into his face. “Try me.”
Ugh, you both just can’t stop challenging each other, can you? Jungkook’s eyes narrow to mirror yours and lips turn inwards into his mouth. He doesn’t say a word, but the look in his eyes sends excited shivers up and down your body.
He wraps the hand that just exited you around his length and lines himself up with your center, other arm still firm around your middle. At this rate, he’s gonna leave a permanent mark in the shape of his wrist on the side of your waist.
You both are so close, sealed together from the waist up, that you can see nothing but his face, those amazing tattoos and those solid pecs that your breasts are flattened against. So you lean down to lick at the gorgeous silver ring on his lip.
“Fuck, c’mere,” he breathes, eyes drifting shut and head tilting to catch your lips in a harsh kiss. 
His cock slowly glides down the slippery mess that’s become of your pussy until it nudges at your slit. Circling it once, Jungkook gives a tight grunt against your tongue and pushes in. You stifle the whimper that rises up inyu at the sensation, kissing him harder. The arm on your waist controls your body, slowly bringing you down to sit on his dick like you requested, stretching your pussy out gradually.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he hisses between your lips, nipping at your tongue as if in punishment.
But he’s into something because the stretch keeps going. God, is that how thick he is? Your mouth did a good job then, because you’re literally being stuffed full the way you never have before. How the fuck does this guy also own a massive cock on top of being one of the most gorgeous human beings you’ve ever seen?
You would protest the unfairness of it all, but your breath and thoughts are both stolen away when Jungkook bottoms out, landing your thighs over his, and scrapes his teeth over your tongue at the same time. 
"You okay?" is roughly whispered against your teeth, prompting a nod from you. 
"Yeah.”
"Wanna move?"
"Yeah…"
Your hands claw at his shoulders, attempting to find purchase, until they wind up in his hair, nails scratching and fists tugging. And then you start to rock your hips against him, slowly. 
Fuck.
He's huge inside you, reaching your sensitive spot with the littlest of maneuvering.
Jungkook's hand that doesn't hold your waist spans the roundness of your ass in a tantalizing caress, slowly inching up the curve of your spine as your hips start to form a rhythm. Somehow warmer than your overheated flesh, the sturdy brush of his palm up your back makes the desire tightening in your lower belly feel all the more heavier. Then he brushes his back down to your ass and supports it to aid your movement.
You detach from his mouth to catch your breath, eyes blearily parting to take in Jungkook's fucked out face. His lips are swollen from your teeth and parted to allow his heavy breathing, eyes are shut and eyebrows slightly scrunched up. Definitely going to your mental wank-bank. 
Leaning back a couple of inches, you pick up pace with your hips and let your gaze travel down his throat. Tan skin dotted with sweat leads to his sculpted collarbones, one side of which carries the tail of the dragon tattoo on his back. A tiny moan escaping you at the sight, you lean down to plant your lips over the ink, licking across his collarbone with the tip of your tongue, and then latch onto the warm flesh with your teeth.
"Fuck, fuck, baby…"
Jungkook's moan is gravelly and shoots straight to your pussy. You exhale against his skin, grinding down on him to maximize the force of each thrust. Damn that feels good – too good. You bounce on him quicker, coming down harder each time and every few minutes, you allow your muscles a rest by grinding down on him. But slowly the pressure on your clit starts to feel more explosive with every move, until a point comes when it makes you pull away from his skin to draw in a broken gasp. 
Jungkook jumps at the opportunity to take charge. 
“Let me help you, baby,” he mutters as his huge hands grab firmly onto your ass.
With his grip tight, he pulls you away and off his cock and then brings you back down. You both groan in unison at the way your flesh meets in a wet slap, but then Jungkook repeats the action, guiding your hips with such precision that the head of his cock meets the spongy bundle of nerves up your channel every single time.
"Shit! So good!" you gasp, closing your eyes and tipping your head back. “Fuck!”
Jungkook leans down to press a kiss to your sternum, then moves to take a nipple into his mouth. Sucking on it so hard, the sensitive nub is pressed against the roof of his mouth, he has you at the verge of screaming. You're absolutely lost to the sensations, unable to make sense of anything else.
With a perfectly timed roll, he brings his teeth out to run over your nipple just as your clit presses against the base of his pelvis. 
"Jungkook!" flies from you in a yelp.
It feels so fucking good, you never want it to stop. Can you fuck him forever? That makes no sense but, shit, you really want to. 
"Say that again," Jungkook suddenly mumbles against your breast. "Say my name…"
"Jungkook…"  You obediently follow, but that earns you a smack on one of your ass cheeks.
"Louder…"
"Jungkook!"
"Yeah, like that… Again!"
He switches sides over to the other nipple, and you let yourself go, repeating his name over and over and over again with every breath you take. And every breath you exhale. The coil in your stomach winds up so quickly and so tightly, you feel at the verge of explosion by the time Jungkook lifts his head from your chest.
"Jungkook, I'm… I need…"
Hands kneading your ass, Jungkook gives a nod. "You're close?"
"So fucking close!"
Without a word, Jungkook suddenly presses you all the way down on his cock and then starts to push you back and forth in his lap. A shriek leaves you at the suddenly heightened stimulation over your clit, and your climax hits you like a freight train. Eyes shut, teeth clenched in the middle of his name, your body floats up high and higher yet into swirling euphoria – and then suddenly free falls into a pool of pleasure. The splash of it runs all over your body, rushing to every last nerve ending. 
Fuck.
You don’t remember the last time you came so strongly.
Jungkook rocks your hips to help you ride out your orgasm, but he doesn't give you time to breathe before he picks up pace again.
"Okay… Now gimme one more."
Your eyes widen, slight discomfort of overstimulation making it known already. "I don't… I can't…"
But he is relentless, handling you as if you weigh nothing as he gets up and turns around to press your back into the seat in one smooth motion, without pulling out of you. Perspective suddenly shifted, you blink rapidly to ground yourself when your head spins, while Jungkook presses one knee into the cushion beneath your ass and puts his other feet flat on the ground. Heaving one of your thighs over his shoulder before you can react, he leans down to look into your eyes.
Dark black irises with no semblance of his natural brown left in them stare at you intently as he licks his lips, playing with the silver ring on the bottom one. His cock twitches in you, reminding the two of you to move again, and a rushed exhale instantly leaves you. Jungkook grinds against you in response and you wince from oversensitivity.
“Shit, I don’t think I can—”
"Yes, you can, baby,” he cuts you off with a determined smirk. “I will make you.”
You haven’t even caught your breath over how damn sexy of him it is to smirk like this when he starts to move again. Your arms run above you to find purchase on the armrest of the loveseat, while he leans over your chest to suck a quick bruise into the skin right between your breasts and then rises up to look into your eyes again. Pulling out of you, he thrusts back in at a slower pace than earlier, almost easing you back in after your powerful orgasm, slowly causing stirrings in your veins again. A hand wraps around both your wrists, essentially holding your arms in place above your head. 
More than the delicious friction of his length in you, it is the way he has you trapped in place that uproots your breathing. He’s wrapped around you, above you, pinning you beneath his broad torso with his strong limbs and his athletic fucking hips. Your entire body is burning in places you didn’t know you could feel such sensations at. 
Fuck, you’re gonna die underneath him and it’s gonna feel good. Fuck.
He never breaks your stare and neither do you, allowing yourself to let go and release an echoing moan of his name when his moves become rougher and firmer, and the entire loveseat starts to shake under their force. That causes his eyes to flutter and jaw to clench. You watch the corded muscles in his neck work for a bit, and then Jungkook releases your hands to rise up, slitted eyes staring down at the place where you’re joined. He grabs your waist for leverage and begins to ruthlessly pound his length into you at this elevated angle, pushing deeper and deeper yet into your warm, welcoming channel.
“Fuck, that is—fuck! Jungkook! Fuck—”
“I know,” he practically moans his words out, raising your hips higher to meet his. “You feel so good, baby, so fucking soft and wet and tight—fuck…”
The tip of his cock hits what you are more than certain is your cervix, and as if he realizes it too, Jungkook presses himself fully in and fucking gyrates his hips against the spot. And fuck, but all your thoughts erupt up in a scream that you can barely keep low, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he keeps repeating that same motion with every single thrust.
“Fuck, I love the noises you make,” Jungkook grunts, before roughly covering your mouth with a palm. “But gotta we keep it low…”
You nod as if you understand, and immediately sob his name out when he takes his hand back to your waist. It isn’t long before you’re moving with him, hands gripping onto his sinewy forearms and bleary eyes watching the way sweat dots his furrowed brow which is partly curtained by his dark hair. Every huffed inhale is full of Jungkook’s oceanic scent mixed with the musk of sex and sweat, and every on of your exhales comes in a broken rendition of his name. 
The onslaught on all your senses soon accumulates up into another peak, causing you to dig your nails into Jungkook’s flesh when your walls start clamping around him again.
“I’m—” You try to warn him but cut yourself off with a hitched inhale when Jungkook suddenly reaches down to brush his fingers over your clit. “Shit – shit – shit—”
“Gonna come for me, baby? Give me another tight squeeze?”
Drunkenly, you just nod, eyes and teeth clenching tight when Jungkook’s hand starts to get harsher with your clit. Every drag of his cock against the sensitized walls of your channel pull a groan out of you, and your hips lose their rhythm, allowing Jungkook to move them however he wants. But you can also feel the distinct stuttering of his own rhythm, which tells you he isn’t too far away from his release either.
A particularly rough push of his thumb against your bundle of nerves and you are suddenly toppled into another mind-numbing release – mouth open on a silent scream and walls convulsing around Jungkook’s length. You’re lifted up, lightheaded as pure ecstasy shoots through all your veins for the third time tonight, and in the midst of it, you hear Jungook groan out your name – your given name, not a title – and his hips stutter and seal against yours. He pumps them against you twice before going still.
You can barely feel his release past the condom and the fuzz in your head, but you do feel the way he collapses onto you after, stuffing his face into your neck. Your panting mirrors each other and so do the spasms that wrack through your bodies at intervals, like aftershocks.
Lying spent on the loveseat like a heap of dead bodies, you are as content as you haven’t been in a long, long time. 
But the guy above you is heavy and you need more oxygen than this to function as a human being again. So it is you that finally collects enough energy to open your eyes and nudge at the mass atop you. Sighing when he doesn’t budge, you brush a finger over the hand he’s still got locked around your wrists and murmur an embarrassingly croaky, “Jeon, I gotta breathe.”
That is when he snorts, pulling back to look at you with a lopsided grin. It shouldn’t do what it does to your heart because how can it race faster when it’s just calming down after hammering through three orgasms like a champ?
“Do you?” He cocks an eyebrow and you can barely contain your laughter.
You manage to give him an indulgent nod at which he snorts again, this time pulling out of you and lifting himself up. As he slumps next to you on the seat, your eyes catch sight of his pants and boxers that haven’t even fully slid past his butt. Damn, you didn’t even catch a glimpse of his thighs. What a shame. Maybe next time?
Uh. Next time?
That is most certainly a concerning thought that freezes you in the act of sitting up, momentarily. But then you give yourself a mental shake, because come on. You aren’t stupid. After the kind of explosive sexual chemistry you experienced with the guy, you’re not gonna delude yourself into believing it can end with this.
While you make an effort to shift yourself into a sitting position, Jungkook has discarded the condom to the side and tucked himself back in. 
“Unsanitary.” You scrunch your nose at the sight of the piece of used rubber on the floor. At least he tied it off.
“I’ll pick it up on our way out.”
You know he won’t and you’re just rolling your eyes to tell him that when Jungkook suddenly tugs at your legs, pulling you sideways into his lap. Eyes wide and hands braced on his still bare shoulders, you raise your eyebrows at the gesture.
“Uh…?”
“Allow me?”
Jungkook points a finger at the mess of clothing at your waist and you just stare at him. He's got this smirk on his face that has a foreign undertone of fondness to it, something you don’t remember ever seeing before. Just like the spark in his eyes that doesn’t seem entirely mischievous or euphoric, but comprising an innocence that you can’t quite describe. It all gives you this inexplicable feeling in your chest that makes you breathe a bit slower. As if you're seeing him in a completely new light. 
While you're inattentively nodding, too caught up in examining the pink in his cheeks, Jungkook tugs up and rights your bra to fit it around your breasts. Before moving away, though, he bites on his lip ring teasingly, and flicks at a nipple. 
You gasp in surprise, moreso at your battered pussy that tingles at the sensation than the actual act. Traitor. 
Jungkook grins at your reaction as if he's proud, and you can't help your responding chuckle. You both stay smiling at each other without any reason for longer than can be explained, arranging each other’s hair and giggling at the mess. In hindsight, it might seem a bit too mushy for your taste, but you’re still slightly tipsy so you allow it. You’ve never really spent time in Jungkook’s company without verbally sparring with him in some capacity, so this current lack of words feels exquisitely pleasant. 
Then he moves to bring your dress up and breaks the silence with a regretful wince. "Jeez, this is beyond repair. I’m sorry."
You look down at the damage and grimace at the upper hem. It definitely can't stay up, it's been pulled too loose to fit around your chest. But you've gotta make do because this dress is the only piece of clothing on your body. Contemplating for a moment, you start to bunch it up to bring the waistline higher and hopefully make the dress stay on. 
But then Jungkook places a hand above yours to stop you. You look at him in confusion, surprised to find his face drawn in concentration. Intrigued, you slowly take your hands away to allow him a shot at it. 
He starts to fold the dress down, leaving your upper body covered in just your bra, and forms a skirt with the black garment at your waist. You can tell it will stay on better than the dress can, but what about your top? 
His eyes scan your form as if analyzing it, and then he nods with a satisfied smile. "Yep, you can wear my shirt over this. It’ll be way more secure than what you were doing.”
What? No! That’s embarassing as fuck. 
But – it's embarrassing either way, isn’t it? 
Recognizing the impossibility of your options, you nod your acceptance and gingerly stand up to slip into your shoes. 
The shirt is thrown over the back of the loveseat, next to his blazer and your bag, glaring at you in all its yellow and white striped glory. 
To think you hated it when you first saw it. Fate really works in funny ways. 
You let out a sigh and pick it up. The garment is massive on you, so you tie it at the bottom, trying to make it look as stylish as you can. But whatever you do, you can’t beat the ‘just-been-fucked’ vibe your makeshift outfit emanates.
“Why couldn’t you unzip me normally, you neanderthal?” you grumble at Jungkook while he’s watching you struggle with your clothes.
“Oh, yeah? Didn’t hear a complaint when you were busy ogling my biceps.” He gives a playful scoff.
Even though that is true, you turn to scowl at him just because you can. “You distracted me so you could ruin my dress. Admit it.”
At that Jungkook just steps up to you, still gloriously shirtless, all buff muscles and sculpted abs on display. He gives off heat when he leans into your face, eyes lidded and lips twisted. So fucking hot and not just temperature wise.
“I’d been fantasizing about those tits for years, Prez. Cut me some slack?”
The way his hot breath fans over your face nearly cuts off the blood supply to your brain, making your head spin. You thickly swallow, too stunned to speak as he steps away with that arrogant smirk and begins to dress up. 
Jeon Jungkook’s been fantasizing about your tits for years. No biggie. 
Forcing yourself to focus on the situation at hand, you try to plan the next step. The wedding reception is still in full swing in the adjoining hall, despite it being well past midnight. This is why you don’t like evening weddings. Do these people not have work tomorrow? Shit, you have work tomorrow! Damn it, there’s no way you’re going.
Cursing yourself for getting distracted again, you frown in concentration. There are still people present at the venue. Loads of people, including some that you know. You'll either have to sneak out undetected, or concoct a story about spilling something on your dress. 
Your brain’s too fucking tired to be storywriting right now, though, and you don’t trust Jungkook’s fiction abilities, so there’s just one choice. You turn to the guy with a sigh.
“We have to sneak out without being seen. Or I’ll have to quit my job and move to Mars.”
Jungkook huffs out a laugh at your words and shakes his head, looking far more put-together than you are when he covers up his black undershirt with his coat. If someone didn’t see him before, they won’t be able to tell his outfit is missing an entire shirt. You scowl at the unfairness that never seems to leave when this guy is in question.
“I’ve been here before, don’t worry. There should be a staircase to the underground parking right at the end of this hallway,” he tells you, pointing towards the door you had slipped through. “Hardly anyone’s gonna be in the underground parking, only Valets go there.”
Underground parking sounds like a good spot to get into your car at. But what about the hallway outside? You nibble on your bottom lip. “You think we can get to the staircase without being seen?”
“Keep your head down and stay tucked into my side. Someone will probably recognize me but they are never gonna suspect it’s you that I’m escorting.” 
He says it with such ease that you have to do a double take. Man, why is it so easy for Jungkook to be a whore? Your first attempt at hooking up in a public place and you’re ready to move to another planet.
Not to mention the casual way he mentioned the impossibility of you being with him. Irony of the present notwithstanding, is it really that far-fetched an assumption? Both of your parents seem to think you’re best friends. Do outsiders really sense the hostility between you two better? 
Or maybe it has more to do with the morals the two of you lead your lives with. 
Jungkook has never shied away from his active dating life – if you can even call it that, given that they’re more of hook-ups – even in the public’s eye ever since he joined his dad’s company. But you’ve always been extremely strict about not mixing business with pleasure.
Again, irony of the present notwithstanding.
But you really can’t ignore that the irony is created by the fact that you really had sex with Jungkook. The Jeon Jungkook that you swore you'd have to commit murder for ever even kissing. Yeah, that same guy gave you three brain-melting orgasms. 
Fuck.
Barely fifteen minutes since said brain-melting orgasms, and you already feel a headache coming on. Deciding to put away these thoughts that are absolutely not going to help you in any way for some lonely night’s 3 am overthinking spree, you look at an expectant Jungkook and give him a reluctant nod.
“Let’s do it.”
He hugs you to his side and you focus on the floor, letting your hair curtain your face as you follow his lead into the hallway. You don’t see any feet in your line of sight and hope that the bar you had been at earlier is now empty. In no time, Jungkook expertly guides the two of you to the stairwell. 
“Through here, come on.” He pushes the door open to allow you to step onto the really narrow and winding staircase. 
And damn, the cobwebs and the dirt? This is some sort of secret passage that you’re pretty certain Jungkook got to know about for less than noble reasons  – a fact he didn’t mention but a fact that probably should have been obvious. It stinks like moss, but you’ll choose pinching your nose over humiliating yourself in public, thank you. 
The moment you finally exit onto the dimly lit parking, a loud exhale of relief leaves you. “Holy fuck, that was so stressful.”
“You can say that again,” Jungkook agrees with his own sigh of relief, walking up to where you stand bent, your hands braced on your knees. “You okay, Prez?”
The title gives you a pause. He… slowly stopped calling you that when you two got too intense, didn’t he? ‘Baby’ became a constant occurrence and he even said your given name once. Somehow, him switching back to your title feels normal but also awkward at the same time.
Come on, dude, you reprimand yourself. You’d probably punch him if he called you baby.
Exhaling one more, you stand up straight and turn to look at Jungkook. “I’m okay. Just haven’t done a walk of shame since college.”
Jungkook’s lips split into a goofy grin. “Yeah?”
“Swear this was worse than sneaking out after hooking up with my ex.”
His eyes immediately widen with unbridled excitement. “Ooh, do tell me more?”
You’re about to respond when your gaze catches the multiple marks blooming over his collarbone and throat. You did a good job with those. But you can't even properly recall doing it, you were so caught up in the act. 
Rolling your eyes at his words, you wave a hand before Jungkook's face. “We’re not there yet, dude, don’t push it.”
He takes it in good humor and laughs aloud, while you text your driver to inform him where to pick you up from. He says he’d be there in a minute, and you tell Jungkook that. 
“Oh, cool! Efficient guy.”
You were kinda hoping this would prompt Jungkook to call for his own ride. But when he makes no move to do so, you frown at him. “Um, how, uh, how did you get here?"
"In my limo. With my driver."
Your eyebrows arch up. "And… why aren't you calling him?"
He blinks at you. "Because I'm going back to your place, Prez. Obviously."
What. What? "Wha—you’re what?"
"Yep. Can't stop me if you try, now. You're in love with me."
His goofy grin is now wider than ever, pushing his nose into an adorable scrunch. And you are sputtering, a scoff rising up your throat but a humorless chuckle of astonishment actually leaving it.
The audacity?
But also the absolutely fascinating concept of taking him home?
You’re offended but you’re also intrigued.
“I am… not. In love with you. What the fuck?”
“Ah, denial?” Jungkook purses his lips and nods in mock seriousness. “Not a good lifestyle choice. But I’ll allow it for your peace of mind. Still coming home with you, though.”
Before you can protest that, your car is here. And before you can get to the damn vehicle, Jungkook has clamored in and is now beckoning you with a curved index finger.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Prez.”
His eyes are slightly hooded and the tilt to his lips feels far less playful and far more full of dark promises. That you know he can deliver.
Okay, now you’re offended but aroused. What a mess. Trust Jeon Jungkook to turn your braincells to mush. You scowl and throw a loud scoff his way, but eventually get in the car next to him.
“Wow. All this because Mrs Lim wanted to see you again, huh?” Jungkook muses when the limo has started to roll and you’re both officially breathing easier.
He’s not wrong. You allow yourself a smirk, leaning back against the seat and turning your head to look at him. He does the same, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
“Funny how things unfold,” you mutter.
“Hey, you never asked me what I told Mrs Lim to get her to agree, by the way!”
Oh shit, that. 
Instant disgust coats your insides at the thought. Even worse now, when you know firsthand what he’s got to deliver. Something must show on your face because Jungkook’s eyebrows rise high up.
“Woah, not the happy celebration I was expecting…”
You roll your eyes and look away. “You told me you pulled at her strings. I get the picture, Jeon.”
“What? No, I said I pulled some strings. Prez. I didn’t give her head if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Turning to sharply glare at him for his crassness, you stop short when you find him smiling at you softly. “Well then enlighten me. What did you do?”
“I showed her a prototype.”
He – what? 
“We… we don’t have a prototype yet, Jeon.” You frown, something occurring to you right when his teeth peek out to trap his bottom lip. “No way… Don’t tell me you made a prototype?”
He gives a noncommittal shrug, turning away from you and closing his eyes. “Had some free time yesterday. It’s a brilliant concept, by the way. The dummy software doesn’t really do all it can because I had to work with our previously released firewall and VPN systems, but it still looks really cool.”
Jungkook talks business with you very rarely. But whenever that happens, he is never humble, always telling you tales about how his strategy was actually good and the people following his orders are inefficient, or something along that tangent. 
This is a completely different side of him you’re witnessing.
You can’t wrap your head around the fact that he actually made a prototype for your upcoming project, all on his own. You have an entire team for it which is still in the research phase of the project. 
Damn. 
You don’t think you’re sapiosexual, but you really wanna swallow his dick, right now.
Damn.
This is a disaster. 
You really went ahead and fucked him, didn’t you? You knew it would be good and addictive but also really dumb, and yet you did it. 
How the fuck are you gonna navigate your professional life now? Run to the toilets to rub one out every time you see Jungkook lick his lips?
Damn, this really is a disaster.
What could be worse?
Maybe the fact that you’re regretting everything and yet planning to fuck him again when you get home? 
Yep, that’s definitely worse.
And yet you can't stop smiling and your heart won’t stop thumping like a drum.
Fuck your life.
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multiheaux-house · 3 months ago
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playdates || jjk
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➻ title: playdates ➻ pairing: dilf!jungkook x female reader ➻ genre: fluff | smut | neighbors au | single dad!jjk | pwp ➻ summary: jungkook calls you out and shows you what you’ve been missing. ➻ word count: 1k ➻ warnings: unprotected sex | standing doggy | light aftercare | orgasm control | clit stimulation | quickies | partially clothed sex | kitchen sex | creampie ➻rating: 18+ ➻ a/n: hey, since i’m going on a hiatus soon i figured i’d post something. now before y’all call me out, this is a repost from my old blog. i’m not copying @/sugasbabiie’s work, this is the author that previously used that url so this work is mine lol. it’s unedited but i hope you like it.💕
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Every weekend you pick up your niece so she can come over and play with his daughter. Poor girl hasn't had any friends over since her and her dad moved next door a year ago. Both girls are at yours today, and they fell asleep after playing in the backyard for hours.
Sure you love spending time with your only niece, but the other reason you invite her to your place is to get to know her best friend’s dad.
However, you never imagined you’d know him this well.
"Where are the girls?" Jungkook asks, stepping forward as you cautiously step back. You bump into the kitchen island, and suddenly you’re trapped between it and your hot neighbor.
And he knows it. That's why he’s coming closer. He stops walking only when he’s inches apart from you.
"Sleeping," you gulp when he leans forward, "I just tucked them in a few minutes ago, but—"
His index finger touches your lips, shushing you.
"So that means I have you alone for a bit, yeah?" He looks down the hall and notices all the doors are closed. The silence is a tell tale sign that the toddlers are fast asleep.
"Yeah, I guess so," you laugh nervously.
"You guess so?" He lifts your chin with his finger, and makes you stare into his dark brown orbs.
"You eye-fuck me every time you see me, and now that we're alone all you can do is guess?...That's so disappointing."
Fuck.
Your mouth hangs open, mind going completely blank. The wink he gives you seems to ignite every ounce of bravery you own. So, you lay it all on the table. "Um, what should we do then?"
His eyes roll as he ponders in pretend thought. "I don't know, _____. You tell me.”
The way his gaze is fixated on you, like he’s undressing you with his eyes. It leaves you speechless, unable to answer him because the words just won’t come out. No longer willing to wait for your response, he speaks up for you.
“Because if I had it my way, I'd have bent over the kitchen counter by now.”
"Do it."
Your outburst surprises you even
Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “You sure?”
"Yeah, isn’t it obvious?" You gesture to your tiny lounge shorts and tank top, perfect attire to wear when you’re trying to get dicked down in a rush.
Once he receives the greenlight, he spins you around and pins you against the island with his lower body.
"Alright,” he pulls down his sweats and then your shorts, praising you for not wearing any panties, “keep your eyes on that  door. The second it opens you tell them it’s time to play hide and seek, understand?"
You nod, bracing yourself as he aligns with your entrance. When he slides in, you almost let out a moan, but Jungkook quickly covers your mouth with his hands. "And keep your fucking voice down. You don't behave, I stop,” he whispers.
You shut up immediately after that, taking every inch, every thrust, and every violent snap of his hips in silent cries. You can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, the squelching sounds of Jungkook entering you travel throughout the empty kitchen.
Soon the coil tightens and your walls constrict around his thick cock. He growls into your ear and the sound makes your knees tremble. "Gonna come, aren't you?"
He lowers his hand so you can talk.
"Yes. Jungkook, I have to come."
You speak as quietly as you can, turning your head to look at him with your watery eyes. The pleasure threatens to take over your body at any second, and you aren't sure for how long you'll be able to keep it together.
"No, you want to come. Let me help," he offers, reaching between you to touch your clit, "don’t scream, okay?"
How?
His hand recovers your lips, and you grip onto his strong arm for support and for your sanity. Your nails rake over his skin, drawing sharp but hushed hisses from him. Within a few quick circles drawn onto your already sensitive bud, you’re reaching your release.
Jungkook begins grunting and groaning in your ear, some of the sexiest sounds you’ve ever heard. He buries his dick inside of you and fills you with his cum, making you moan due to the warmness in your womb. You both spend seconds coming down from your high, you both focus on the throbbing sensation as you overcome the sensitivity. He chuckles at the sound you make when he reluctantly slips out of you.
He quickly grabs some napkins to clean up the cum that leaks down your inner thighs and pulls up your shorts while you lay there slumped over the island.
"Go take a nap or something. I'll order pizza for the girls and we’ll hang out when you wake up," he suggests, kissing your cheek.
You wouldn’t deny his offer even if you weren’t fucked out right now. You scurry away to your bedroom to shower and sleep before the kids can see you in a post-orgasmic bliss. But before you can make it to your room, Jungkook calls out to you from the kitchen.
"Hey, you don't have to wait until the weekends to get some dick, you know? Just come over between 8pm and 3am."
Your cunt clenches around nothing at the thought of fucking him again.
“For sure. Thanks,” you say with a shy smile.
He leans on the counter, watching you with a smirk. “Anytime, baby.”
Fuck.
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blueberry haze | jjk
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⟶title: blueberry haze
⟶ au: strangers to lovers
⟶ trope: one night stand
⟶ pairing: drummer!jungkook x f. reader
⟶ rating: 18+
⟶ genre: smut
⟶wc: 6.6k
⟶warnings: little bit of dom!jk, mentions of drug use (marijuana), smut in the forms of: some breath play, choking, oral ( m & f receiving), lots of praise, some bondage type things, touch denial, unprotected sex (don’t do this, be smart)
⟶ summary: he had been eye fucking you from the stage all night. but you never expected anything to come of it. but when you run into the beautiful blue haired drummer after the show, you decide to let him show you some of his other talents.
⟶ authors note: this was supposed to be a quick little thing but you see where that’s ended up lol. This is some very self indulgent smut yall, not much plot for real. But it’s blueberry koo, and he’s my fav. Hope you enjoy, and as always send the feedback my way!
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What was his deal?
The ridiculously good looking, blue haired drummer on stage was looking right at you. And he had been most of the night. You couldn’t help but stare back at him, it was impossible not to.
“He’s eye fucking you.” Your friend said into your ear as the band came back on stage for their finale.
“Is not.” But you knew he was. He was looking at you again already as he sat down on the stool behind his drum kit.
Big, veiny biceps gripped the drumsticks in his hands, slinging them around between his fingers effortlessly. You watched as he pushed the blue hair off of his forehead once more before the song started and he became immersed in the music. He was a sight to see.
“Whatever you say.” Your friend teased and you elbowed her side in hopes of making her shut up while you enjoyed the last song of the night.
Any small ounce of hope you had that the sexy drummer was going to pull you backstage after the show was quickly doused when the lights came on and the venue staff was ushering everyone outside. You wanted to punch yourself for even thinking it was a possibility. He was somewhat famous. He could have whoever he wanted, why on earth would he want you?
“I’m far too tired for any parties.” You tell your friend who has been tirelessly trying to convince you to go to the bars downtown. “You should call Mina or Cher, I’m sure they’re already there.” She pouts but finally agrees to let you head home to sulk.
You pull your jacket a little tighter around your body as you walk past some shops and restaurants. They’re all mostly closed at this point in the night, but some of the displays in the windows are comforting to see.
Dexters Diner comes into view just up ahead, the yellow lights on top flicker in and out as you get closer to the small building. You could suddenly smell coffee drifting into your nostrils, and without a second thought, your hand is on the door handle of the diner, pulling it open.
There’s hardly anyone inside. A few tables of rowdy drunks from the bars and a few night shift workers having their first meal of the day. You smile at the older woman behind the front counter who’s wearing a pikachu tshirt and her hair in braids.
“What’ll it be, sweetheart?” She says as you sit down on one of the stools.
“Coffee. And maybe one of those cinnamon rolls from the case, please?” You take off your coat when she nods and heads off to gather your order.
This is just what you needed to wind down. And in most cases coffee would do the opposite, but you know the warmth of it will make you sleepy in no time.
You smile again when she sets down the chipped coffee cup and oversized cinnamon roll in front of you. The two things together smell like absolute heaven. You breathe it all in once more before picking up the cinnamon roll and bringing it to your mouth for the biggest bite you can manage.
“What are the odds?” A voice says behind you, making you freeze mid-bite. You turn around, cinnamon roll still in your mouth to face the voice.
Oh no. Please no.
Blue haired drummer boy is standing right in front of you in all his beautiful glory.
“H-hi.” You mumble, realizing you have the huge cinnamon roll in your mouth, your eyes shoot open wide and you quickly scramble to turn back and sit the pastry on its plate and wipe your mouth.
“You’re adorable.” He says, his hand gently touching your shoulder and turning you back around to face him. “Didn’t think I was going to see you again.”
“Here I am.” You say stupidly, internally facepalming.
“Here you are.” He smiles and tilts his head curiously. “I’m Jungkook. What’s your name, cinnamon roll?”
“It’s _____. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.” You can’t believe this is actually happening.
“How’s the coffee?” He asks, sitting down on the stool next to you.
“Good I think. I haven’t actually drank it yet.” You turn back to face the counter, taking the coffee cup in your hands.
“Don’t let me stop you.” Jungkook slides his leather jacket off his shoulders, revealing a clean white shirt underneath, the sleeve of tattoos looking so stark against the white of the shirt.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you started talking to rockstar Jungkook, but it wasn’t this. The conversation was flowing so nicely. He was surprisingly funny and full of all kinds of useless facts. The kind that were so ridiculous that they were interesting. He seemed sweet surprisingly…sweet.
“Did you know it takes 700 grapes to make just one bottle of wine?” Jungkook says, popping a grape into his mouth from the fruit bowl he had ordered.
“You don’t say?” You start to laugh, but then feel one of Jungkook's feet rub against yours. Was he playing footsie with you?
You take the hint, crossing your legs and letting your foot glide up the side of his calf. You can tell he’s pretending not to notice, but the tattooed hand that was resting on the countertop is now ghosting over your own calf.
“Did you know a group of bunnies is called a fluffle?” Jungkook lets just his finger tips softly run over your knee.
“That doesn’t seem true.” It barely comes out a whisper. Your thighs squeeze together as he continues his touches.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He asks after he notices the change in your voice. You look at him blankly for a moment before responding.
“Y-yeah. I mean sure, what do you have in mind?” You sit down your coffee cup with a shaky hand. Jungkook stands up from his seat, then leans down to cage you against the counter, his mouth coming to your ear.
“Each and every thought I’ve had about you since the moment I saw you in the crowd tonight, have been completely improper. And I would very much like to take you to my hotel room so I can show you what I’ve been thinking.” His words melt into your skin and find their way directly between your legs where they start a burning need.
“Okay.” Is all you can manage to say, eyes fluttering closed when you feel his tongue brush the shell of your ear.
“Good girl.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, thousands of goosebumps blanketing your skin in an instant. “Let me grab my stuff and we can head out.”
The jeans he’s wearing must have been painted on and he could not possibly be wearing any underwear with them, which was breath stealing all on its own.
“Jesus Christ.” You don’t mean to say it out loud, but of course he heard you.
“Like what you see?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you can’t help the ridiculous giggle that escapes you.
“I’ve had worse views.” You try to play it cool, taking another drink of the coffee that was lukewarm at this point. Jungkook laughs, then pulls his sweaty blue hair up into a messy bun on the back of his head. It should not be legal to be this hot.
“Come on then pretty girl, I’ve got other views to show you.” He quickly puts on his jacket and offers you his hand. You let him help you up and into your jacket as well.
There’s a sleek black car waiting around the backside of the diner and the two of you slide into the back seat. You aren’t sure what to do, so you reach for your seatbelt.
“What are you doing?” Jungkook reaches across you to stop your hand, suddenly in your space.
“Buckling my seatbelt? You know…safety.” You let him take your hand off of the seatbelt while he laughs.
“You’re adorable.” His eyes hold yours while his hand slips onto your thigh, gripping it tightly so that he can then slide you across the leather seat and closer to him. “But I have other ideas for the ride home.” You hope he doesn’t see how harshly you have to swallow, your throat feeling so tight.
“What ideas?” You let one of your hands rest on his thigh, touching the frayed strings of the tears in his jeans.
“First things first.” Jungkook places his pointer finger beneath your chin and lifts your face up to look at him. “Can I kiss you?”
Your cheeks heat up immediately. He’s so unexpected. He radiates that cocky rockstar vibe, but he’s also sweet enough to ask permission before he kisses you. The whiplash might be your undoing.
“Yes.” You instinctively lean forward and he meets you halfway with that angelic smile of his on his face.
His lips are too soft. Too perfect. But they mold to yours and steal the breath from your lungs. His presence engulfs you and takes over all of your senses. Right now, there’s nothing else but Jungkook.
Coffee flavored tongue swipes against your lips and you want to taste it again so badly, dipping your tongue into his mouth until he hums in satisfaction. His tattooed hand slides up your arm and onto your shoulder until it reaches your neck, his thumb sliding up and down the column of your throat.
“Tell me something, pretty girl.” His mouth stays close to yours, lips still brushing as he speaks. “How do you feel about my hand around your throat?” His words take you aback for a moment until you realize what it is he wants to do.
“I’m okay with it.” You wrap a hand around his wrist and move his fingers into place at your throat.
“You’re not so innocent, are you baby?” Jungkook smiles wickedly and swallows your reply with his mouth. Kissing you roughly, noses and lips smashing against the others, tongues licking sloppily.
Jungkook applies a bit of pressure with his hand on your throat, testing to see how much you like. It doesn’t hurt, it feels amazing. You take his wrist again pushing harder and with more pressure, his fingers tightening and gripping the skin.
“More.” You whine into his kisses until he pulls back to look into your eyes.
“You’re getting me so hard right now.” You chance a look down at his denim covered crotch, eyeing the plentiful bulge forming there.
Of course his dick was huge, there couldn’t be any flaws with this man.
Jungkook begins tightening his hand again but doesn’t kiss you again. He wants to watch your face while he controls whether you take a breath or not. You swallow, barely able to get the saliva down your throat before your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. Jungkook moans and removes his hand, his mouth immediately devouring yours as you take in a long breath.
“You’re going to be so much fun.” Jungkook kisses down your neck, paying attention to the spots where his fingers just were. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” You answered too quickly, but he seems to find it amusing, smiling and pressing a kiss to your lips once more.
Your pussy is absolutely dripping. You can feel the stickiness between your legs and it’s almost embarrassing how wet you are after just a little breath play. What was going to happen once he was inside you? You shiver at the thought.
The car comes to a stop around the back of one of the nicest hotels in town. You’ve never stayed here, but you know this is where important people stay all the time. You start to feel the nerves creep back in at how famous Jungkook might actually be.
Jungkook opens the car door and starts to get out but notices that you haven’t moved to do the same.
“You know, I can have the driver take you home. We can stop right now.” He slides back into the car and brings your face around to look at him. “Because if you come upstairs I’m going to ruin you. I won’t stop until I’m convinced you’ve been so thoroughly fucked that you think of me every time you even think about being with another man.”
You take a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut when he presses a feather light kiss to your jaw.
“I don’t want to stop.” You’re barely able to muster out the words.
“Good girl.” He laces his tattooed fingers through yours and helps you out of the car. You expect him to let go of your hand as you walk inside, but he doesn’t. He holds your hand until you reach the elevator.
Once inside and the doors have sealed shut, Jungkook pushes you against the mirrored wall. You gasp out loud when his hips roll against yours, the hard outline of his cock more prominent than before.
“So fucking hard.” Another harsh roll of his hips, almost lifting your feet off the ground. Your breathing is rapid and uneven, the anticipation absolutely killing you. “Tell me how wet you are, baby. Please.” The words pour into your ear, all warm and inviting.
“Soaked.” You manage to croak out. Jungkook groans and slowly rolls his hips so that his cock rubs against your clit that was begging to be touched.
Just as you’re about to beg him to touch you, the elevator dings and the doors slide open to the floor jungkook had selected. You suddenly realize that anyone could see the two of you and you start to move out of his hold. But he has other ideas.
Jungkook grabs beneath your thighs and hoists them around his waist, making you squeal in the process. He walks out of the elevator with you in his arms towards his hotel room at the end of the hall.
“Jungkook…put me down.” Your eyes shoot open wide when you notice an older couple walking towards you. “Jungkook!” You gently push against his chest but he doesn’t let go.
“You think they care if I’m holding you? They were probably crazy back in their day.” Jungkook squeezes the globes of your ass in each hand as you pass the older couple, they don’t seem to care but you still feel blush rush to your cheeks. “Should we ask them if they want to watch?” He wiggles his eye brows and you smack his chest.
“No way! Are you crazy?” You half laugh.
“Not into sharing? That’s cool pretty girl, you don’t have to share me with anyone.” Jungkook props you up against the hotel room door while he digs for the key card in his pocket.
“You can put me down.” You say again.
“Hmm. No.” He finds the card and opens the door, lifting you higher in his arms before he carries you into the room. You roll your eyes, but let him continue to do it.
You look around at the room when he finally sets you down in front of the unmade bed. There were two open suitcases in front of the window, clothes scattered about. Some empty beer bottles and ash trays sat untouched on the night stand on one side of the bed. Typical hotel room of a traveling rockstar.
What wasn’t so typical though, were the comic books laying around in the rumpled blankets on the bed. You tilt your head with curiosity and pick one up, gently flipping through some of the pages.
“You like to read comics?” You ask Jungkook, who has started trying to shove things into his suitcases.
“From time to time. Something to keep my mind busy on tour.” He shrugs a little as he roughly moves the suitcases around. You smile to yourself and sit the comic back down before turning to sit down on the edge of the bed.
“You don’t need to do that.” Referring to him trying to clean up the mess in the room. Jungkook seems to listen, stretching his arms above his head before coming to stand in front of you where you sit on the bed.
“I need a shower. How about you, pretty girl?” His tattooed hand gently wraps around the back of your neck as he bends at the waist to be face to face with you.
“You want me to shower with you?” You realize how stupid it was to ask, but it was too late to take it back now. Jungkook laughs quietly.
“Amongst other things.” He smiles, lips the perfect color of pink, silver hoop pierced through the corner. “For example…” His hand slides up and around to your face, cupping your cheek and ghosting his thumb over your jaw. “I’d like to see your lips wrapped around my cock…fuck, that would be a sight to see.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and groans under his breath.
Jungkook stands up straight, but keeps his hand cupping your jaw, watching you as you think about what to do next. You keep your eyes on his for a moment, but then almost on their own, your hands find his denim clad thighs. You rub up the front of them a few times, but not touching his crotch that was getting harder by the moment.
“Be good, baby. Don’t tease me.” Jungkook sighs, thumbing at your bottom lip.
You take the opportunity to wrap your lips around his thumb instead, keeping your hands on his thighs. You suck his digit softly at first, tongue licking the length of it. You’re practically drooling around his thumb in anticipation of having his much bigger cock in your mouth.
Your hands move up his thighs to the button and zipper of his jeans, undoing them both. When you bring your eyes down to his waist, you can see that your earlier assumption of Jungkook not wearing any underwear was indeed correct. Fuck, he was too hot.
Just as you’re about to pull his jeans off of his hips, he stops you, and instead leans back over to kiss you roughly.
“What’s wrong?” You ask when your lips part from his with a wet smacking noise.
“Shower first. I’ve been sweaty, baby.” He kisses you again, almost making you fall back against the mattress with its force. He makes you absolutely dizzy with lust. “Come with me?”
“You want to shower before sex?” You ask.
“We can take one afterwards too, if you want.” He smiles and helps you up off of the bed.
You follow Jungkook to the bathroom, stupidly nervous. He was going to see you naked one way or another, why did this feel so strangely intimate? Too intimate for a one night stand.
There’s an ashtray with some half smoked joints sitting on the bathroom counter, along with some hair products and skin care type things. You’re almost too distracted to notice Jungkook pulling his shirt over his head.
“Do you smoke?” He asks.
“I have…it’s been awhile.” You watch as Jungkook picks up one of the joints and puts it between his lips.
“Nothing better than a shower joint. Except maybe a shower beer.” He laughs and digs for a lighter in his pocket. Once he’s retrieved it, he lights the joint and takes a very long drag.
“Can you smoke in here?” You ask, knowing you must sound so cringey for asking. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and holds the joint up to your lips.
“It’s blueberry haze. One of the best strands I’ve had.” Jungkook lets you take the joint, then casually shoves his jeans down to his ankles, stepping out of the denim and kicking them to the corner.
“Blueberry haze, you say?” Your words are distracted by his naked form. Broad chest and big arms. Tiny waist and…really big dick confirmed.
“Give it a try, pretty girl.” Jungkook watches as your eyes make their way back to his face, blinking so adorably.
You refocus your thoughts long enough to bring the joint to your lips and take a drag. The smoke fills your lungs and makes you cough, immediately handing it back to Jungkook, who rubs your back soothingly while you catch your breath.
“That’s…kind of strong.” You struggle to get the words out.
“You’re not naked enough.” Jungkook touches the hem of your shirt at your hip.
“Being naked helps with smoking weed?” You raise a questioning eyebrow, already beginning to feel it’s effects.
“I like to think so.” Jungkook slowly drags your shirt up and over your head, being delightfully met with the sight of your bare chest. “I’d love to have my mouth all over these.” Your shirt is long forgotten and so is your shyness.
“Why don’t you?” You take a step up closer to him, barely hearing the groaning noise he makes.
“Get these off.” He sticks his pointer finger just inside the waistband of your jeans, pulling at the material until it softly snaps back against your skin. You obey far too willingly, the blueberry haze in your mind making you feel extremely pliant.
You remove your jeans and underwear in a quick motion, kicking away the clothing and immediately reaching for Jungkooks skin, touching his shoulders and meeting his eyes with yours.
“You kind of look like a blueberry…a beautiful blueberry.” You giggle, fingers toying with the strands of his blue hair. Jungkook giggles too, big arms wrapping around your waist.
“You’re so fucking cute.” He kisses you a few times, then moves your body back towards the shower door. “Let’s get you wet.” He whispers into your mouth. You want to tell him that you’re already dripping wet between your thighs, but instead you step into the steamy shower with him right behind you, closing the smoky glass door.
The hot water immediately hits your skin and makes your muscles relax. You almost forget for a moment that a beautiful man is also in here with you, until his hands are on your hips and turning you around to face him.
“Don’t you need to get cleaned up?” You ask, Jungkook's hands sliding up your wet skin to cup your breasts in his hands. You whimper, not realizing how desperate you were to be touched.
“Mmm, I do.” His thumbs flick over your nipples, and then his touch is gone, making your eyes shoot open.
Jungkook is taking another drag from the joint, breathing it in deeply and holding it in his lungs. He grabs the back of your head, fingers gripping your wet hair and pressing his mouth onto yours. You feel the smoke slowly creep from his mouth into yours. You breathe it in like he wants you to, then let it out through your nose so that you can keep kissing him.
“I think…I think you should get cleaned up…quickly.” You say between kisses and strokes of his tongue.
“Tell me what you need, baby.” Jungkooks mouth travels from your lips to your jaw, nipping with his teeth as he goes.
“Can I show you?” The high you’re on is making you feel so bold.
“Please.” He pecks your lips and pulls away from you, he knows what you want.
You put a hand to his chest between his very defined pecks, sliding it between the muscles and down over the hard planes of his stomach until you reach his cock, hot and hard in your hand. You watch his face for any dislike, but he only put his hand over yours and makes you tighten your grip.
You don’t want to waste time, you want to hear him fall apart with his cock down your throat. You lean forward and lick one of his nipples, sucking it gently. Jungkook lets his head fall back against the shower wall, pulling his pierced lip between his teeth.
You lick up some water drops on your way down his body. His perfectly sculpted body that you most certainly take note of, gently getting to your knees in front of him, looking up to meet his eyes one more time before opening your mouth to take his cock inside.
Jungkook hisses through his teeth when you start to suck. Gently at first, short, shallow motions as you bob your head. You look up to see the muscles of his stomach tighten over and over the deeper you take him. It’s when you add your tongue that he really starts to make noise above you.
“That’s so good, baby. Keep going, just like that.” Jungkook touches your jaw and your cheek his fingers, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb.
You let him start to move his hips and thrust into your mouth and throat. You gag a couple of times, but you don’t want him to stop. The pretty moans and whimpers he’s making are too perfect to stop, so you dig your nails into the backs of his thighs and hold on for dear life when he starts move faster.
“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” Jungkook smoothed back your hair and brought your face up so he could see your eyes. The eye contact seems to do him in. “Shit, shit, baby. Gonna cum…” He throws his head back in a long drawn out groan just as hot spurts of cum start to fill your throat.
You close your eyes and take everything that he gives you, slowing the motions of your head bobbing until he’s done, lazily licking the tip of his cock until he stops you.
“Was that okay?” You look up at him innocently, knowing that he’s wrecked at the moment.
“You’re fucking perfect.” His head is back against the shower wall as he laughs quietly.
You start to feel the ache in your knees, quickly wiping your mouth with your hand before you feel Jungkook wrap an arm around your waist to help you up. He smiles, then grabs some soap from the shelf behind you and scrubs himself clean with it, all you can seem to do is stand there in awe.
The desperation to be touched was becoming almost unbearable, but you try to keep your composure, letting Jungkook turn off the water and hand you a white fully hotel towel to dry off with. You both quickly take another drag from the slow burning joint on the counter, then move back into the bedroom area.
Jungkook has his white towel ties low on his slender hips. He’s walking around the room as if he’s looking for something and you aren’t sure what it could possibly be.
“Did you lose something?” You ask, taking a few steps closer to him.
“I had a necktie that I wore to dinner last night…” He tosses some things around in his suitcases.
“What do you need a necktie for?” The words left your mouth before your brain could catch up. But it suddenly dawns on you what he might be wanting to do with the necktie. “Oh…”
“Are you comfortable with that?” Jungkook gets down on his knees in front of the bed, flipping up the blankets and bed skirt to look beneath it.
“It would be…new, for me.” You tighten your hold on the towel wrapped around your body.
“All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will. No questions asked, if you don’t like it.” Jungkook reaches under the bed and pulls out a red necktie. “Found it.”
“Yeah…I can try it.” You nibble on your bottom lip and nervously cross the rest of the space to the bed.
“So good for me.” Jungkook closes any remaining space between the two of you and kisses your waiting lips. His kiss draws out all the nerves and turns them into lust. “Lay down with your hands above your head, wrists crossed.” The smallest bit of authority in his voice makes your pussy ache in such a delicious way. “And get rid of this.” He undoes the loose knot of your towel and lets it fall to the ground around your ankles.
You let him gently touch your bare hip before he’s moving to the other side of the bed. He watches intently as you climb onto the oversized bed, laying your head on the fluffed pillows with your arms above your head and wrists crossed, just as he asked.
“I’m ready.” You release a long breath, eyes coming back to Jungkook, whose eyes are shamelessly roaming your naked body.
“I can’t stop thinking about your mouth.” Jungkook says, wrapping and unwrapping the silky red material around his knuckles. “But I’m ready to have a taste of you.”
You shiver, watching as Jungkook kneels up onto the bed, raising his hand above your body and letting the silk tie just barely ghost over your skin. He starts at your ankle, moving it up your calf, over both thighs and purposely avoiding the ache between your legs.
“Please hurry up, Jungkook.” Your body arches away from the mattress when the silky material brushes over one of your nipples.
“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Jungkook coos, having mercy and wrapping your wrists up into the tie, attaching it to the headboard. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to be patient.”
You can barely take your eyes away from the sight of his naked body, until his mouth is suddenly on you. His mouth and tongue are having absolutely no mercy on your breasts and nipples. He groans each time he pulls a bud between his lips. The tie around your wrists is a torture you didn’t know that you needed.
“Jungkook…” You moan his name and he absolutely adores the sound of it. So much so, that he takes mercy and moves his body down the bed and settles between your thighs, his mouth quickly buried between them. “Oh fuck…” You pull at the binding, wishing your hands could lace into the blue strands of hair bobbing between your legs.
The mercy you thought you were receiving before is long gone. Jungkook is relentless with his tongue and lips. Long strokes of his tongue offset by quick sucks to your clit. It’s absolutely maddening.
You’re pulling at the tie so hard that you know you’ll have bruises on your skin in the morning. But the thought of it quickly passes when you feel Jungkook bury his mouth in your pussy, his nose brushing your clit as he moves his head back and forth in quick succession. You manage to look down between your legs just in time to meet his lust filled eyes, seeing him devouring you sends you over the edge hard and fast.
White flashes pop in and out of your vision as your body tries to recover from the insane orgasm you just experienced. Jungkook hums low in his chest as he licks up everything you’ve given him, kissing the insides of both your thighs as he stands up from the bed to look down at you.
“Do you think that you deserve my cock?” Jungkook stands at the end of the bed, tattooed hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it lazily.
“I’ve been good, haven’t I?” You pant and squirm against the satin sheets, hands and arms still above your head. He watches your face carefully.
“The things I want to do to you…” He bites into his bottom lip as he continues to touch himself in front of you. “But I have to get my cock inside that pretty pussy of yours before I explode.”
Your chest heaved up and down at the thought of him finally fucking you. You were so desperate that you knew you would do anything he asked of you.
“Can you please untie me now?” You needed to touch his body…his skin…his muscles….feel his hair. All of it.
“Look what you do to me, pretty girl.” He ignores your request, making you whine at the lack of attention to what you wanted, but also at the way he’s spreading pre-cum up and down the length of his cock.
“I want you so badly, Jungkook. Please.” You move your hips up as he climbs back onto the bed and kneels between your open legs. His eyes saunter down your body until they get to your pussy, big hands pushing your thighs further apart so he can get a better look.
“You’re so wet. Thinking about my cock made you drip like this?” He scoots closer, the head of his cock so close to where you want it. You pull at the tie on your wrists again.
“Untie me…please.” You beg again.
“Here’s what I’m going to do.” Jungkook ignores you again, making you want to cry. “I’m going to give you what you want. I’m going fuck you hard and fast. And I want you to tell me how good it makes you feel. Make sure the people in the room next door know how badly you wanted my cock.” Jungkook kisses your stomach and then your hip. It’s so gentle compared to the way he then reaches down and roughly grabs the globes of your ass, lining you up with his cock just the way he wants you.
“Please…” You can’t bear it anymore, the build up has been so intense you can feel tears start to leak from the corners of your eyes.
“Be loud for me.” Jungkook doesn’t wait anymore, he impales you on his cock, easily sliding inside with how wet you’ve become. But you still feel the ache of the stretch as you try to accommodate all of him at once.
You moan loudly, just the way he wanted. Pulling at your binds and cursing yourself over and over for agreeing to be tied up. Jungkook keeps his hands on your hips as he starts his ruthless pace.
You can feel sweat forming on your forehead already as your stomach begins to tighten with another orgasm. His perfect cock finds that spot inside you with ease and abuses it over and over again.
“Untie me…god Jungkook please…please.” Your face is wet with tears from pleasure as well as frustration.
“You’ve been so good, haven’t you? I think I can do that.” He bends down to kiss your mouth, something he hadn’t done for what seemed like hours. While he kisses you, he moves one hand from your hip to the red silky tie on your wrists and pulls the knot free.
As soon as you feel it loosen, you rip your hands away from the head board and dig them into his blueberry colored hair, pulling him closer and kissing him deeper. Jungkook smiles at the desperation. He loves it in fact.
You move your hands down and let your nails dig slightly into his skin as he continues to piston his hips against yours. Jungkook groans at the feeling.
“Come here.” He practically growls, sitting up on his knees and bringing you with him. Your arms wrap around his neck and your legs wrap around his waist, putting you in a somewhat riding position. Jungkook is able to fuck up into while on his knees, but keep you close. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His mouth is sloppy as it moves along your neck and collarbones.
“I’m going to cum again…you’re so deep.” Your mouth finds his, kissing him and breathing him in.
“You don’t need my permission, I want you to cream my cock. I want all of it.” Jungkook leans back on his hands, making the angle of his hips hit you even deeper than before. Your hands grip at his shoulders and hold on for dear life as he fucks you through another mind shattering orgasm. “You’re squeezing me so tight baby.” Jungkook's voice breaks off in a moan as you clench around him over and over.
“Please cum, Jungkook. I need it.” Your body feels boneless, but you can feel how close Jungkook is starting to get to his own end. “You’re fucking me so well…but I need you to come.”
“Your pussy feels too good…gonna cum.” Jungkook buries his face in your neck and buries his cock as deep as he can get as he finishes inside you. You feel warmth full you up and drip down your thighs as his thrusts come to a halt.
You both stay still for a moment, sweaty skin against sweaty skin. Your fingers mindlessly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“You’re okay?” He finally asks, bringing his face out of your neck to look at you.
“I’m great.” You laugh quietly. Jungkook smiles, then reaches behind his neck for your hands, bringing them around so he can look at your wrists.
“Does it hurt? They look like they might bruise…” His thumbs gently brush over your skin.
“I think I’ll be okay. It doesn’t hurt now.” You watch him bring your wrists to his lips, pressing kisses up down each one.
“Do you want to sleep here?” He asks, softly lifting you from his lap and letting his softening cock fall from inside you, he looks at you concerned when you whimper.
“I can just…I can go home.” You scoot back on the mattress when Jungkook stands up from the bed. You didn’t want to overstay. You wouldn’t ever see him again, there wasn’t much point in staying.
“Are you sure? I can have my car take you home in the morning…or now. Whatever you prefer.” He then disappears into the bathroom and brings back a washcloth for you to clean up with.
“I’ll just get dressed.” You awkwardly clean up with the washcloth before heading to the bathroom to put it in the hamper and find your clothes.
You dress in a daze, but once you’re ready you back out into the room to find Jungkook in a pair of underwear sitting on the corner of the bed with his phone to his ear. You rub your hands on your thighs while you wait for him to finish.
“My driver is ready to take you home.” He pushes his blue hair back and tosses his phone onto the night stand.
“Thanks.” You continue to stand there without a clue what to do or say. “I’ll just…go.” You point at the door and start walking towards it.
“Wait!” Jungkook says just as you turn the handle. “At least leave me your number? If you’d be interested in seeing me next time I’m in town?” He grabs his phone again and crosses the room to stand with you. You wish you could stop the smile on your face.
“Sure.” You tap your number into his phone and hand it back. “See you around, Jungkook.” You kiss his cheek, but that is apparently not what he had in mind.
Jungkook grabs your chin in his tattooed hand and kisses you on the lips. It’s a kiss that tries to trick you into thinking that maybe he’s actually serious about seeing you again one day. It feels too complex.
“Goodnight, Y/N. I’d like it if you texted me when you made it home.” He pecks your lips once more, then releases your chin and takes a step back.
“Yeah, I can do that. Goodnight, Jungkook.” You open the door and step into the hallway, looking back just once more to see him smile down at the floor before the door closes.
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magicshopaholic · a month ago
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Honey (Jungkook x OC)
Summary: A normal night in the kitchen turns into something more when you discover your boyfriend has an interesting kink.
Pairing: Jungkook x OC
Genre: Established relationship; smut, fluff
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 6.5 K
Warnings: making out, palming, cupping, nipple play, food play, pain play, blowjobs, unprotected sex (she's on the pill), fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex, mild dirty talk
A/N: After a long, long time, my beloved Jungkook and Lia are back! I honestly didn't think I'd write for these two again because their series ended short and sweet, but the more I thought about it, the more they just made sense as part of my headcanon universe.
As such, this fic is set a couple of months after The Sixth, once Jungkook and Lia are officially together. However, this can also be read standalone.
Tagging: @bbl32 @ggukkieland @bangtannoonalvg @pb-n-juju @juciu @jeoncookie-bts @kflixnet @k-radio (italics cannot be tagged)
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Listen to: “in the waiting line” by zero 7
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This wasn't what Lia had in mind when she'd proposed cooking together. 
She was a reasonably okay cook, as was Jungkook, and together she expected they might be able to conjure up a decent dinner on their first night together since his trip to London and hers to Tokyo. Maybe there would be some bickering over seasoning, maybe a filmy food fight, possibly ending with some playful making out while they kept one eye on the stove.
Sitting before her mostly-naked boyfriend later that night with a jar of warm honey in her hand? Unexpected.
"Are you sure?"
Jungkook nods, eyes trained up at the ceiling. She can't tell if he's shy or doubtful, but if there's one thing she wants to be about this, it's sure.
A few hours earlier, when they'd been simultaneously trying to follow two recipes and keep her small kitchen tidy, all she cared about was ensuring that nothing spilled. But somehow, when it came to them, even that was expecting too much.
"Jungkook, hand me the spring onions."
"Wait - where's the chilli powder? The sauce is already thickening."
"It's in that cupboard over there, I think," she said hurriedly, pointing vaguely in the direction of the cabinets. "Under the cornflower. Can you hand me the spring -"
"Oh, fuck, that's spicy!" Jungkook hissed, screwing his eyes shut as he exhaled heavily through his mouth.
"Well, you aren't supposed to taste it, just smell it," she said, rolling her eyes but reaching over to take the powder from him anyway. "And can you - okay, you know what? I'll get the spring onions myself."
"I think my mouth is on fire."
"Can you put the cut onions in the other pot, babe? They won't cook otherwise."
"Okay, where is -"
"Other side of the stove," she began, but Jungkook  found it by then. Maneuvering around her and reaching for the cutting board, he dropped the onions into the pot, a loud hiss and stinging vapour emanating instantly.
"Lower the heat, Kook!"
"I - oh, God, the sauce!" In a rather chaotic sequence of events, Jungkook lunged for the abandoned chilli powder while the sauce bubbled away on the stove, the same time that Lia suddenly remembered that she'd forgotten the noodles altogether.
As they slammed into each other, Lia turned suddenly to close a cabinet door just as Jungkook appeared behind her, and the edge of the door scraped his shoulder with an audible sound.
"Shit, Kook, I'm so sorry!" All thoughts of spring onions forgotten, she looked around frantically for any empty space on the counter to place them and free her hands, before turning to Jungkook. "Are you okay?"
He nodded wordlessly, head lowered as he clutched his right shoulder with his left hand, his knuckles white as he pressed down. She turned off the stove and reached for him, gently coaxing his hand away.
"Lia, it's okay -" He tried to say, shaking his head but she ignored him, guilt bubbling small and deep inside of her. 
"Take off your shirt," she instructed, tugging at the bottom of it. He looked for a moment like he was going to argue but slipped his long-sleeved black t-shirt over his head, his thick hair tousled as he emerged.
"Show me," she said softly, turning him around so she could get a look at it. Taking a step back, she cleared a small space on the edge of the kitchen counter and hopped up onto it, now at eye level with his shoulder.
It was a gash; while the skin remained unbroken, it puckered, a clear red where the edge of the cabinet had run clean along the muscle. Lia touched it lightly before pausing, waiting for his reaction.
"Does it hurt?" she asked anxiously, running her finger over the four inch mark and immediately stopping when he hissed.
"Not really," he said tightly - but she could see his head still lowered and his fists clenched, and she sighed. Jungkook's need to pretend like he didn't feel pain was as unnecessary as it was predictable, but she wasn't fooled.
In an unusual moment of tenderness, she reached over slightly and kissed it. She heard him gasp and paused again, lips still against his skin.
"It's really okay, Lia." His voice was level and controlled, a little too deliberately. "I'm fine." 
A bit confused, she backed away slowly, touching the injury once more. Jungkook inhaled again, his breathing ragged, and her heart tugged as she wondered guiltily how much her lack of organisation in the kitchen had hurt him.
"Okay…" she murmured, dropping her hands from his shoulders, frowning when he immediately reached for his t-shirt and slipped it on. "Do you want to finish cooking?" she asked, hopping off.
"No, you go ahead," he answered quickly, still not looking fully at her. "I'll - I'll eat later."
Lia's heart dropped. Was he really that angry with her? Jungkook wasn't one to have a very short temper, apart from the occasional tantrum here and there where he usually caught himself in time.
He was almost out of the kitchen when she suddenly hopped over and grabbed his arm. "Kook, wait."
"Lia, I just need -"
But she cut him off, tugging at his arm to get him to face her, moving right in front of him so he wouldn't have a choice. "I'm sorry, I didn't think it would get so messy but -" She paused abruptly, wondering if that could possibly be what she thought it was. 
Next to her, Jungkook froze, his eyes shut tightly. Lia bit her lip, staying in the same spot but moving her body slightly closer… just to confirm.
"Jungkook," she began lightly, "is that your phone in your pocket?"
"Um…" The arm she was holding flexed, and she could feel his sinewy forearm tremble. "... yes?" He twitched again, and this time the movement was unmistakable through his joggers.
"Really?" Lia asked in a hushed voice, hearing the wonder in it.
By the way he didn't answer right away, it was clear that he knew she wasn't asking about the proverbial phone in his pocket. Finally opening his eyes but still not looking at her, he nodded. "M-hm."
"I…" She didn't quite know how to respond - but the expression on his face combined with what she was feeling against her hip made her stomach flutter. "Since when?"
"A while."
When he didn't elaborate, she slid her hand lower to his tattooed one and linked her fingers with his. Her gaze flickering to the dent in his joggers, she raised a hand to feel it but paused, hovering less than an inch away from it.
"Just scratches?" she asked calmly, her voice just a murmur.
"N-no." Jungkook swallowed. "I mean… sometimes. Scratches, pressure… heat." Down below, his erection twitched, rising into her palm.
Lia's toes curled against the bare floor of her kitchen. She palmed him gently, raising her gaze to see him looking right back at her, this time with less embarrassment. "What else?" she asked quietly.
Now, she knows what else.
Jungkook lies on her bed, fully naked but for black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. His hair, uncut now for weeks, is long and slightly wavy on her white pillowcase. Lia sits beside him in a tank top and her underwear, a jar of warm honey she's just heated, a wooden ice cream spoon resting on the top of the jar.
"Are you sure?" she asks again, hearing the doubt in her own voice.
"Yeah," he mutters, gaze meeting hers. He seems… nervous, but in an excited sort of way, from what she can tell. It's like he's about to go bungee jumping or something - except she doesn't have a lot of second hand reviews of the experience in this case.
She can't help but press on. "You promise you'll ask me to stop the moment you're uncomfortable?"
"Yes, I promise."
"Okay." She doesn't move. From the bed, Jungkook raises his eyebrows.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Me? Yeah, of course." She shifts her hips on her heels from where she's kneeling next to him. Placing a hand on his muscular thigh in a mostly comforting manner, she squeezes it slightly.
"Do you remember the safeword?"
Jungkook nods obediently. "Mango."
Lia lets go of his thigh, satisfied. "Okay, then." She takes a deep breath, dipping the tip of her finger into the honey and wincing slightly at the heat before sucking at it. “Here we go.”
His eyes flutter shut and for a moment, Lia simply watches him. He’s absolutely gorgeous, like always. But he’s also ambitious, like always, which includes being so in bed. She has no reason not to trust him; it’s not inconceivable that he may have discovered kinks in his twenty-seven years of life that may be new to her, but his determination to see things through is enough to make her momentarily cautious. The image of a basketball flying through the air flashes through her mind and she shudders, trying to concentrate.
She dips the small wooden spoon into the honey and watches the thick, golden substance cling onto it and drip. Leaning forward, she dips the spoon again and this time takes it out of the jar over his body, watching the warm liquid drip onto the centre of his chest.
Jungkook gasps, but his eyes stay closed. The honey flows, slow and thick between his pectorals, the colour looking incandescent against his tan skin. Bending down and keeping her gaze firmly planted on his face, Lia reaches to lick the honey in one long stroke. It’s sweet, naturally, but not overtly so, and less hot on her tongue than when she’d felt it with her finger.
“Oh, fuck…” His whisper is low and throaty, and it almost sounds like he’s spoken without realising it. Slightly more confident, she swings one leg over his hips to straddle him, feeling his semi against her crotch. Noting the pleasurable squirm in her core at the feel of it, she dips the spoon into the jar again, this time gently dropping a dollop of honey on his sternum, taking care to let it trickle as much as it can, until it stops just above his belly button.
She places the jar next to him on the bed and, taking care to grind against him, leans forward to lick it off. Next to her, Jungkook’s fists clench again, this time with the sheets in his hands. Looking up at his face, Lia can’t resist any longer. Kissing his torso along the sternum and up his chest, sucking at the slightly sticky skin, she reaches up to his jaw.
“God, you’re so hot,” she murmurs, feeling him twitch against her again, big and hard this time. She brushes her lips against his jaw and down his neck, stopping right next to his bobbing Adam’s apple, her breath warm against it. Sliding one hand up his chest, she covers his right pectoral lightly, her fingernails scraping the muscle.
Jungkook whimpers, his neck arching back on the pillow. “Lia…”
Lia’s stomach flutters and she rolls her hips into his a bit more, biting her lip to stop herself from making a sound. “Yeah,” she whispers against his skin, bringing her fingertips lower so they brush against his areola. Underneath her, his cock gives the biggest twitch yet.
He swallows. “Honey…” He seems incapable of saying any more.
She pauses, wondering if she’s understood him right. Backing up slightly, she looks at his face again, at his closed eyes, the slight frown, the lip ring glinting in the dim light. Reaching silently for the honey, she dips the spoon in again, this time hesitating over his right pectoral. Evidently able to feel the heat, Jungkook nods, screwing his eyes shut even tighter.
Alright, then. Tilting the spoon, she watches the golden liquid drip onto his tan chest, down the curve, trickling down to his nipple. The sight makes her clit throb unexpectedly.
Jungkook gasps but doesn’t open his eyes, while his cock now strains against his underwear. Lia reaches over him again, slower this time and taking care to press her body to his, feeling the contours of his abdominal muscles against her own. She feels his hands touch her thighs, holding them gingerly as she touches her tongue to his skin, licking the honey off again, pressing her tongue to it and swirling it around his nipple. His hands react immediately, squeezing her flesh, while his pulsates against her clit.
“Oh, God,” he whimpers again, and Lia has to bite her lip from making a similar sound. “Lee-lee…”
She holds his biceps for support, feeling her fingernails dig into the muscle. “Yeah, baby?” she murmurs back, her teeth grazing lightly over his nipple.
“I…” Jungkook seems incapable of answering, but his hands slide up her thighs and to her arse, the tips of his fingers slipping under the hem of her underwear. His hands feel like he’s just about controlling himself, though, his palms touching her skin but resisting the urge to use the strength he normally does. Resisting… or waiting.
Running her tongue over his nipple again and noting how he shudders slightly, Lia reaches for his other nipple and twists it without warning. 
“Fuck!” 
As anticipated, he grabs her arse instantly, inadvertently rolling her hips into his, making her grind against him. “Fuck, Kook,” she whispers, but she’s sure he hasn’t even heard her. She licks his skin again, tasting the remnants of the honey before sucking softly at his nipple, moaning softly at the feel of his large cock against her clothed clit as he continues pulling her against him.
Jungkook groans again, and Lia feels herself getting wetter with every sound he makes, loving how good she’s making him feel. She presses wet, open-mouthed kisses against his skin, moving lower down his chest and to his sternum, all the way down his beautiful torso. It arouses her to no end the kind of pride he takes in his body, in toning it and growing it. Even his intense dieting seems to have reduced from what it used to be, according to his friends at least, and Lia can’t help but worship every inch of his gorgeous body when she gets the chance.
She can still taste the slight, sticky sweetness on his torso from the honey she’d poured on it earlier. Sliding down his lap, she continues down his abdomen until she reaches his happy trail, feeling his cock brush her breasts over her tank top. Lia wraps her hand gently around his clothed erection, her heart flipping at his sharp intake of breath. 
"Do you want me to suck you?" she breathes, touching the tip and feeling the wet spot from the pre cum that's surely leaked out. In all the time that she's known him, he's never declined such an offer. This time is no different. His fingers tighten in her hair and he moans a soft yes. 
Biting her lip and trying not to move too fast out of excitement, she pulls the elastic of his underwear, tugging it down his hips when he raises them off the bed. His erection springs free and Jungkook lets out a throaty sigh. Determined to tease him through everything tonight, Lia grasps him at the base, softly stroking him with her thumb. With her other hand, she gently cups his balls, anticipating his groan this time.
Jungkook’s hand appears from the side, almost as though he’s unaware of it, and covers her fingers around his cock. “Please…” is all he can say apparently before his hand falls back onto the bed. Swallowing, Lia silently acquiesces and moves her hand up his shaft, bringing her lips to it and pressing a soft kiss to the underside.
His hips buckle automatically but he tightens his fingers in her hair again. “No,” he mutters tightly.
Lia halts immediately before backing away. “Do you want me to stop?” she asks in a hushed voice.
“No,” he repeats, shaking his head. When she raises her head slightly to meet his gaze, he swallows. “Can you…?”
“Are you sure?” She bites her lip when he nods, his cock hard as rock in her hand. “Okay.” Letting go of him, she reaches for the jar of honey again, a bit more nervous this time. “It’s still hot, Kook,” she warns him softly, squeezing his thigh. “It could hurt.”
Jungkook meets her eyes again and he half-chuckles. “That’s kind of the point.” It’s clear that even he isn’t fully sure what to expect, but the sight of his erection, the tip wet and the girth solid, convinces her somewhat. Hesitating momentarily, Lia reaches up and kisses his cheek. 
“Okay, then,” she whispers against his skin, pressing a lighter kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Sitting back on her heels, she spoons out a dollop of golden honey and, taking care to avoid the angry pink tip, she slowly lets the honey drip down his cock, swirling it a bit. 
“Oh, fuck!” Jungkook whimpers loudly, making her jump, and he clutches at the sheets with his free hand. His face has that same expression again, the one that she can’t help but stop and stare at every time he’s close to finishing, with the sexy frown and his pink lips open. 
Lia moves forward silently, just in time to catch a golden drop on her tongue before it drips onto her white sheets. She sucks on the sweetness, working her way up his balls, cupping them with her other hand as she cleans up every last bit of honey on him.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he whines as his hips buckle again. One of his hands finds its way into her hair again, his fingers tangling in her dark locks. She runs her tongue up his cock, continuing to palm his balls gently, feeling her stomach flip every time he lets out a throaty grunt. She laps up every bit of honey until she reaches his tip and finally takes him in her mouth, the saltiness mixing with the sweetness on her tongue. 
“Yes… fuck, yes.” Jungkook’s breath comes out in ragged bursts now, and only intensifies as Lia sucks him off, taking him in as far into her mouth as she can, vaguely tasting the last remnants of the honey on him. His fingers clutch at her hair, voice increasing in pitch, and she lets him go with a soft pop, immediately replacing her mouth with her hand, stroking him rapidly.
She wants to watch him. Jungkook is beyond handsome, enough that she catches herself staring at him doing the most mundane things far too often, but watching him come undone, especially when she’s the one doing it to him, is a sight she feels privileged to behold. His hand slides down from her hair down all the way to her hips, and she straddles his thighs to give both of them a better angle.
His torso glistens, partly due to the lighting and partly due to a light layer of sweat. She doesn’t know if she’s imagining the golden sheen because of the honey on her mind. Gazing at him, she increases the speed at which she’s stroking him, watching him with both fascination and arousal as she pushes him further and further.
She realises a moment too late what the expressions on his face mean, though. Without warning, she feels his hips buck under her again, coupled with a long and guttural groan, and suddenly feels something warm on her hand.
“Shit.” Jungkook sighs and runs a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, I’m so -”
“For what?” Lia asks gently, leaning over him for the tissue box on the bedside table. She pulls out a couple for herself and hands him one as well.
“I - I should’ve warned you,” he mutters, shaking his head as he cleans himself up and chucks the tissue in the corner of the room. “I wanted to cum in -” He breaks off, his ears turning red even as he pants in the aftermath of his orgasm.
She bites her lip, trying not to smile. “It’s okay,” she murmurs, leaning over him and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, throwing her soiled tissue to the side like him and straddling him fully. His hands come up to grasp her hips and he sighs when she trails her kisses down his jaw. “I loved doing that to you,” she murmurs.
“It was amazing,” he admits, running his hands up her waist and closing his eyes as her lips against his skin, her long hair brushing his chest. His voice is still slightly shaky and she feels his heart beat rapidly under her palms. “I want to make you feel good, too,” he adds softly after a moment.
Lia freezes, her lips on his sternum. Jungkook evidently feels it, for he squeezes her hips and, against all odds, his cock twitches against her arse. Down below, her clit throbs as though it’s just remembered what was happening a minute ago. Looking up at him, she bites her lip.
“You don’t have to,” she says after a moment. “If you’re feeling guilty or something.”
“I’m not.” He looks down, meeting her gaze. “I really, really want to… make you feel good,” he finishes. He’s still catching his breath from his own orgasm, his eyes dark and glassy. 
She swallows, her heart beating faster in anticipation. “How are you planning on doing that?” she asks, crawling up his chest and straightening up slightly. As she slips off her tank top, she hears his sharp intake of breath. Just as she’s been unable to reconcile herself to how stunning he looks on a day to day basis, often stopping mid-task just to watch him, it’s evident that he’s been just as unsuccessful every time she takes off her clothes, especially a top.
“Shit, come here,” he mutters, tugging at her hips. Pulling her close, they kiss for the first time since they started, all the pent up energy exploding the moment their mouths meet. 
Lia moans into his mouth, his hands burning into her skin and his chest feeling hard and steady against hers. She rolls her hips into his, the friction feeling delicious against her soaking core. He moves his hands to grab her arse, his fingers sliding the elastic down to feel her skin, firm and round in his grasp. She can’t help but moan again, when Jungkook suddenly flips them over.
Hovering over her, his wavy hair in his face and his lips twisted into a playful smirk, Lia’s heart has no chance. It’s the hardest thing in the world to try and stop kissing him, and when he begins making his way down her torso, burying his face in her cleavage, she thinks she might just be falling in love with him.
“Take this off,” he mutters, wrapping an arm around her and lifting her off the bed by a couple of inches so she can reach behind her and unhook her bra. He groans the moment her breasts are freed, immediately reaching up for them and kneading them. His eyes flutter shut, almost as though he’s moving simply through his sense of touch, lightly nipping the flesh until his lips reach her nipples.
“Oh, that feels good,” she sighs, her back arching slightly when he licks her right nipple, his other hand twisting her left one between two fingers. She runs her fingers through his hair, feeling it damp as he begins sucking on her nipple, almost hypnotised. She moves her hips upwards against pelvis, trying to get more friction and whining in impatience when he shifts. “Kook…”
It takes Jungkook a few seconds to part from her breasts, pressing kisses to the underside and down to her ribs until he travels all the way to the bottom of her torso. “You’re so sexy,” he murmurs, sucking softly at the flesh just above the hem of her underwear. With his mouth so close to her clit, she can feel herself soaking further through her underwear, barely able to hold on anymore. 
“God, Kook, put your tongue in me,” she whispers, gently yanking at his hair. He gasps, immediately moving lower and pulling her underwear down. His breathless chuckle tells her he can see just how wet she is.
“You really thought I didn’t have to take care of you?” he asks, gently pushing her legs up so her knees bend. Even through the haze of arousal, she can hear how earnest he sounds. “Even when you’re like this?”
“I…” She looks down and meets his lustful gaze, her heart flipping when she notices how his tongue is poking into his cheek. “I want you now. I really… really want you to take care of me right now.” She drops her head back down onto the pillow and the next second, she feels his mouth press a kiss right next to her lips. “Oh, God…”
Thankfully, he doesn’t tease her anymore, simply moving to kiss her outer lips before his tongue finds her clit, swollen and ready for him. He presses his tongue against the nub, his strong hands holding her thighs up as he laps up her juices, his lips soft yet firm against her cunt. 
“Yes, Jungkook…” Lia clutches at his hair, her core burning in a way that tells her she’s close, so close. “Suck on it… fuck, Kook, I want -” Her words are cut off when she whimpers, feeling him suck on her clit, first gently, then harder. His tongue moves in long, steady strokes, pulling her thighs to his face. “Yes, oh, god, yes…” 
She moves a hand up to her chest, pinching her nipple while her other hand stays in his hair and she spreads her legs as much as she can. She can feel him groaning into her, and the sound is just about pushing her over the edge. “God, Kook, don’t stop, don’t -” She twists her nipple harder, her back arching even more. She can feel a clamminess on her neck but she doesn’t bother for she’s so close…
“Fuck, Jungkook!” 
Her orgasm crashes over her, all the way from her cunt to her chest, and all the way down to her extremities. She sees nothing but spots for a moment, only vaguely feeling him crawl up her body. He kisses the top of her rib cage, the tops of her breasts, lip ghosting over her neck, her jaw, her earlobe. 
“You are so fucking hot, Lee-lee,” he murmurs, kissing her cheek before capturing her lips in his. She wraps her arms around his neck, wanting to feel nothing but him against her for the rest of the night, possibly the rest of her life. There’s only one thing that gets her eyes to snap open; she frowns in confusion as he sucks softly at her collarbone.
“Are you still hard, baby?”
Jungkook pauses, and she knows she’s right. Stiff and poking into her pelvis, Jungkook’s cock twitches tellingly the moment she utters the words.
“Yes,” he whines hoarsely into her neck, burying his nose further into the crevice as he tightens his arms around her. “But you’re sore and I -”
“Says who?” Lia waits as he falls silent, and she can practically hear his brain working out a response. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes in what she can only describe as endeared exasperation, she presses a kiss to his shoulder, inhaling the scent of sex and sweat off his skin. Truth be told, she doesn’t know if she’s sore yet. Her clit will surely be sensitive, but the thought of him hard and aroused is something she can’t bring herself to ignore.
Jungkook straightens up slightly so he can look at her. “Are you sure?” he asks, eyes wide. Against her hip, she can feel him twitch again. “Because I can -”
She kisses him, sighing into his mouth when he kisses her back, lips firm and passionate against hers. “I would really like for you to fuck me, Jungkook,” she murmurs against his lips, running a hand through his hair again. Pressing her chest up to his, she nips at his lower lip. “I want you to get me wet -” she moves her lips to his jaw “- and enter me -” she kisses the spot under his ear “- and stretch me out -” she bites softly at his earlobe as he hisses “- and since it’s a weekend, I want you try and make sure I can’t walk tomorrow.”
Jungkook pulls away slowly, biting his lip, and before she can gaze at his handsome face again, he straightens up and flips her over onto her stomach. The movement makes her swollen clit brush against the sheets and she lets out an involuntary moan.
“You’re really sure, baby?” he asks, his fingers already brushing between her thighs. When she nods, not trusting herself to speak, she feels his fingers travel up her arse and to the small of her back, running over where she knows is her stupid tramp stamp, the worst drunk decision she’s ever made, and what Jungkook insists is his favourite tattoo of hers ever since she told him she hated it.
“Can I try something?” 
Lia frowns, expecting to feel his fingers inside of her by now. She props herself up on her elbows to look back at him, her messy hair partially obscuring her view. “What?” When she sees his eyes dart to the jar of honey on the bedside table, she bites her lip. “Are you serious?”
“I mean, only - only if you’re okay with it,” he adds quickly, moving his hand up to stroke her back. “I just - I wanted to try.” His cheeks start reddening and he looks away, his doubtful expression extremely incongruous to his large and muscular body, tall and naked like a Greek statue.
After considering it for a moment, she shrugs. “Okay. Just… make sure it doesn’t get on the sheets.”
His eyes widen. “Really?” He sounds genuinely surprised, even as his cock pulses against her hip. He swallows when she nods, his free hand absently finding her arse cheek and squeezing it. He leans over to retrive the jar as she turns back around, sweeping her long hair off her back. “It’s not even that hot anymore,” he promises, adjusting himself between her spread legs. “Ready?”
Lia nods into the pillow, tensing only slightly. “Yeah.” A moment later, she gasps softly when she feels a hot liquid on the middle of her back, trickling thick and warm down her spine.
“Is that okay?” Jungkook’s voice is tentative, but there’s a hint of longing there and it only makes her wish she could see the look on his face.
“Yeah.” She nods again, for after a few seconds, the initial shock of the heat wears off. The closest comparison she has to it is wax, except it isn’t as scalding - and is far less punishing, especially when the strip is replaced with Jungkook’s mouth, wet and slow, slowly making its way up her back. She sighs into the pillow, feeling his strong frame cover her completely as he presses open-mouthed kisses all the way up to her neck.
“Was it okay?” he murmurs, kissing the spot on her shoulder where another tattoo lies - this one actually her favourite. She answers in a soft, content moan, feeling his erect cock settle in between her arse cheeks while his torso presses comfortably against her back. “Are you okay with more?”
“Just a bit,” she answers, not wholly comfortable with the stickiness she’s sure will remain. Jungkook acquiesces, dribbling a smaller amount, this time straight on her lower back where the sting of the heat feels slightly sharper. His mouth is on her skin instantly, his hands kneading at her arse before one brushes in between her legs and lightly feels for her cunt.
“Step one, done,” he confirms against her skin, and she can hear the smirk in his voice as he feels her wetness returning. Clearly aware of how sensitive she might be already, he continues with soft, gentle strokes against her clit.
Lia moans louder this time, clutching at her pillow as she savours the feel of his fingers, long and firm against her. His thumb ghosts over her pussy, but he doesn’t put his finger in and she’s grateful for the short respite, especially if he’s intending on following through with her requests.
“Kook,” she gasps after a minute, feeling the familiar heat in her abdomen once again. Behind her, Jungkook pauses where his mouth is on her shoulder blade and two of his fingers are inside her slit, rubbing her nub deliciously. “Kook, I’m gonna cum if you keep going, baby,” she admits, fighting the urge to squeeze her thighs together.
He brushes her hair off her shoulder and kisses her neck. “I can move on to step two?”
“God, yes…” She squeezes her eyes shut when his fingers disappear, unable to keep from groaning in their absence. Her heart begins thudding, though, when he straightens up behind her and holds her hips, lifting them up slightly before entering her. “Fuck, Kook…”
Behind her, Jungkook groans in pleasure as he stretches her out, giving her everything she’d asked for. He pulls out halfway again before bottoming out, her wet cunt making the movement smooth yet tight. Lia muffles her moans into the pillow as he establishes a rhythm, feeling his balls brush againsther clit with every thrust. 
“God, Kook…” She swallows, trying to find her voice. “Are you sure you can give me enough of a reason not to walk tomorrow?”
Jungkook responds with a grunt, thrusting hard into her. “I know I can,” he mutters, and, just as she’d hoped, he slams into her with renewed force, increasing his speed. Her whimpers grow louder and his groans increase in pitch as well. “Fuck, your cunt is so perfect, Lee-lee…”
His words send a wave of pleasure through her and she pushes her hips towards him, willing him to fuck her harder. “Yes - god, yes, Jungkook… fuck, just like that -”
Just as she says it, he pulls out and flips her over. The sight of him once again makes her heart race and she pulls him to her, kissing him frantically. Pulling away with a wondrous chuckle, Jungkook brushes a damp strand of hair off her neck. “You really think I can’t fuck you that hard?” he asks, his tone playful and sexy all at once, as though she’s challenged him at FIFA.
Despite how breathless she is and how much her cunt is aching for him, she scoffs. “Prove it, Jeon,” she says, panting slightly.
He bites his lip and grins, sweaty hair falling into his eyes, and holds her gaze as he enters her this time. It doesn’t last long, for he lowers his head to kiss her neck and her eyes flutter shut as she takes him in, feeling so full and so connected to him that she whimpers his name.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, pushing into her and resuming his pace. Lia wraps her legs around his waist, feeling his sweaty body against hers as he thrusts into her with all the strength his body looks like it would have. 
“Harder, Jungkook…”
He obliges, his hips snapping against hers, the sound echoing against the walls of her room. She's vaguely glad that Dal isn't in the house; the sound of him slamming into her, coupled with their moans and whimpers and grunts could wake residents more than one floor up.
"Lia, I'm close…" Jungkook gasps, his torso shining above her as he picks up his pace. She nods, biting down on her lip hard, chasing the orgasm she knows is building, about to overwhelm her at any point.
The last few punishing thrusts send her over the edge and her vision swims as she comes undone, somehow making out Jungkook's throaty groan as well as he finishes inside her. She can feel his warmth coat her walls vaguely as she clenches weakly around him, wanting him to stay there forever. He lowers his head to kiss her, seeming just as dazed as she feels. 
“Fuck, that was incredible,” she whispers, left with no energy for more. Jungkook nods and kisses her again, his mouth curving into a gorgeous, tired smile. Groaning softly, he pulls away and reaches for the tissue box. He pulls out of her slowly, and Lia doesn’t even care that she audibly whines as he does, suddenly feeling cool and empty. He cleans himself up and wipes the insides of her thighs in a few quick strokes before sinking onto the bed beside her.
Automatically curling into his chest the same moment he holds out his arm, both of them catch their breath in relative silence.
“So?” Jungkook asks after about a minute, and she looks up to see him running a hand through his damp, wavy strands. “Did I do it?”
It takes Lia a moment to understand what he’s referring to. Cuddling further into him, she shrugs. “We’ll find out tomorrow.”
He chuckles but doesn’t say anything, simply tightening his arm around her. “By the way,” he says after a few seconds, “how was the… I mean, were you okay with…” He raises his eyebrows and motions with the other hand, as though holding a spoon.
“Oh.” Lia considers this. “It was sweet,” she decides, smiling when Jungkook grins and turns towards her to kiss her. His lips are so soft and comforting, and he pulls her close with both arms, enveloping her. “But I don’t think it’s really my thing,” she adds when they pull apart. 
He nods. “That’s fair. Maybe you can stay the chef and I’ll be your snack,” he suggests.
She laughs. “That’ll be one hell of a snack, Jeon.” When Jungkook simply shrugs and winks at her, she feels the same fluttering in her chest as she did before, the one where she’s sure her heart won’t stand a chance when it comes to him. It’s a big deal, a big step to confess what she thinks she’s feeling and the last thing she wants to do is push this relationship into anything before they’re ready.
Still, when he presses his lips to her forehead and hugs her closer, she rests her cheek against his chest and wonders if it might just be the right time, or if he feels the same at all. He seems to adore her; he’s young and ambitious, but the look on his face every time he looks at her is the main reason she's been excited to wake up every morning the last three months.
Her heart starts racing again, this time in anticipation. “Kook,” she says softly, feeling him turn his head to look at her. She doesn’t return his gaze, however, suddenly too self-conscious. “I, um…” She clears her throat. “I want to…” Shit. 
“Yeah?” he prompts when she doesn’t speak for another few seconds. 
Lia sighs. “I need to take a shower.”
Maybe now really isn’t the right time.
“Oh.” Jungkook pauses. “Okay. Mind if I join you?”
“Yeah, alright.” Despite the failed confession, she finds her stomach flip pleasantly at the thought. “But I have to warn you,” she says, sitting up with a wince, “I don’t think I have round three in me.”
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paint me naked | jjk
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After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?  
✿ pairing: artist!jungkook x fem!reader (ft. taehyung) ✿ rating & genre: BTS, 18+, college au, fluff, smut, angst ✿ warnings: alcohol, marijuana, brief mention of drug dealing, fingering, cunnilingus, protected sex, reader struggles with self-esteem issues (due to misogyny), tae fuckboy antics, everyone is obsessed with jk’s thighs 😂 ✿ date & wc: april 2022 | 16k ✿ notes: this one was really fun to write! i’m a slut for art student aus tbh. it’s the depressed writer in me lkhsdks 😂 anywayy, the poems were written by me as well. let me know what your favorite part was in a comment or reblog!
✿ masterlist | ao3 |  join my taglist ✿ what was jai listening to? paint me naked - ten  //  don’t - bryson tiller
✿ special shoutout to @jjkeverlast​ for being so supportive of me when i’m stressing out about my writing 
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“Jungkook, I don’t think this is gonna work.”
“Let me try.” 
Your eyes strained to see the boy standing in front of you, but the room was pitch black. It was good, though. You’d purposefully blocked out as much light as you possibly could. It had been a surprisingly difficult feat, mostly because the two of you hadn’t thought this through very well. A rolled up towel was shoved against the bottom of the bedroom door to keep the light from the hallway out. Blackout curtains had already been drawn over the windows when you got there, so that made the window problem easier. Luckily, you’d remembered to unplug the digital clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, the last piece of light you could have some control over putting out. 
To make things weirder, you were in Jungkook’s parents’ room. 
“It’s the darkest room in the house!” he’d insisted and you hadn’t objected because, well, it seemed on brand for the way the entire night was going. 
With arms stretched out, your fingers pressed into something bumpy and hard. You could hear Jungkook’s breathing beside you and a light laugh alerted to you that he was much closer than you’d initially thought. After a quick prod, fingers gliding slightly upward, you realized you were grabbing his abdomen. The hard ripples you’d felt were his toned abs beneath his thin t-shirt. 
“Sorry,” you whispered, though there was no need to be quiet. Jungkook’s hands wrapped around yours and took the objects you had clutched between them: scissors and an undeveloped film roll. 
Drawing your hands back to your side, you waited in silence. The sound of metal scraping against plastic was the only sound in the room aside from the quiet rustle of wind blowing through leaves outside. You don’t think you’d ever felt silence before until that moment. It was electric, a pulsing sizzle that sparked up your fingertips and jolted into your heart as you stood beside Jungkook. The harmony your breathing had fallen into made the moment feel far more intimate than you’d expected. Why was standing in the dark with someone so intimate? 
“Fuck,” Jungkook muttered, and you heard what you imagined was him stabbing the scissors into the film. 
“Oh my god, please don’t cut yourself, okay? I don’t know where the hospital is from here.”
His only response was another quiet laugh and you knew from the sound that his nose was doing that scrunched up thing that it always did when he was making fun of you. After only a few months of knowing Jungkook he was certainly very comfortable teasing you. He was pretty comfortable with you in general, you were beginning to realize. 
And why were you here? Standing in the dark with a boy you barely knew from a shared university class, one who towered over you in height as well as being much larger than you physically. Trying to pop open film because Jungkook somehow thought you could actually develop this film without having access to a real darkroom. Sure, all throughout high school you’d taken film photography classes. You had the development process memorized by heart, from the length of time the film needed to soak to the different types of chemicals needed and what order you were supposed to submerge the prints in. You’d even emailed your old high school teacher to double check. 
But doing all of that in Jungkook’s parents’ house? You knew it wasn’t going to work, but the guy had insisted on you helping him. Was it concerning that he had all these chemicals stored in a plastic tub in his closet? Maybe. And was it the safest decision to use scissors to pop open the film instead of the proper tool (which Jungkook had forgotten to order off of Amazon in advance)? Absolutely not. 
On top of that, no one knew where you were; you’d simply told your roommates that you were going to hang out with the guy from your university poetry class. 
“Jungkook? The weird one with all the tattoos and piercings?” Your roommate, Amiriah, had asked.  
“He’s not that weird.” 
“Y/N, he wrote a poem about eating pussy for a class assignment. You said so yourself. Please tell me how that’s a normal thing to do.” 
“And didn’t he have to read it outloud to the class because he turned it in late?” Now it was time for Courtney to pipe in from her position lounging on the couch, an episode of Love Connection paused on the TV screen. 
“Okay, yes, he did do both those things. But I swear he’s actually really sweet. He’s just misunderstood.” 
Courtney had launched a pillow at you, though the object zoomed past your head and landed against the refrigerator, knocking down multiple of Amiriah’s magnets. Much to her dismay. 
“Maybe we should take a break.” 
Jungkook’s voice brought you back to reality, or at least some semblance of it. You couldn’t understand how someone could have such a soft voice. Listening to Jungkook speak was like floating on a cloud. His cadence was a gentle caress against your skin, a sound that could easily flutter your eyes and lull you to sleep. It didn’t matter what he was saying; everything sounded better coming from Jungkook’s mouth. 
You nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t see you. A few moments and a bit of shuffling later, the lights sprung on. Your eyes instantly shut and slowly pried open again from the blaring brightness. 
The poor film looked like it had been mauled by a bear, but it was still somehow intact. Jungkook slipped it into his pocket for safekeeping and turned to look at you. He had this thing about eye contact that really made you uncomfortable. When he met your gaze, he looked straight into your eyes, as if he was looking into you rather than at you. 
“Do you want a drink?” 
His question caught you off guard, but he was already picking up the towel from the floor to open the bedroom door. Without answering, you followed him through the house and into the kitchen. You stood in the doorway, hands clasped in front of you, eyes following his large frame navigating the kitchen cabinets. 
“All my parents have is rosé, is that okay?” 
He uncorked the chilled bottle and poured each of you a glass. Then he did something that your roommates could add to the list of weird things they'd developed for him. 
He sat on the floor. 
You stared at him with your lips slightly parted, unsure if you were supposed to follow him. There was an entire kitchen table with multiple chairs. Why was he sitting on the floor with his back leaned against the doorframe? Bottle of rosé sitting on the tile next to him. He looked up at you with impossibly soft doe eyes and you couldn’t just stand there with your glass. So, you slowly sank to the floor, your shoulders brushing against each other as you sat next to him. 
“Y’know, I just realized the film you have is color film.” You spoke slowly, hating that you were about to burst his bubble. “You wouldn’t be able to develop it at home, anyway. The chemicals you bought are for black and white film, and color film has to be developed using heat.” 
“Damn.” Jungkook tipped his head back to take a very deep drink of his wine. 
“We gave a valiant effort, though.” You flashed him a small smile and the grin you got in return made your face grow hot. 
Your roommates weren’t really wrong. Jungkook didn’t have the best reputation on your university campus. There were rumors that he sold drugs (marijuana and acid, specifically) and had gang affiliations. He was quiet, kept to himself, and didn’t seem to have a whole lot of friends aside from a few guys who were equally just as questionable. Yes, you knew he’d gotten arrested the day before spring break started for getting into a fight with a guy on campus, but based on what your friends had told you, it was definitely the other guy’s fault. 
You’d also heard he had great head game, but that was a whole other thing. You just had a really hard time believing all the bad things people said about him, even when he’d admitted to a lot of the rumors being true. 
“A gang tried to recruit me when I was fresh outta high school, but I like selling on my own. Can’t trust people for shit.” 
He’d said it so casually, and you wondered what was wrong with you for finding a conversation about dealing drugs attractive. 
The thing your roommates, and a lot of other people, didn’t understand was that there was more to Jungkook than whatever dumb rumors got spread around (real or not). He was an exceptional writer. His poetry weaved in elements of hip hop, almost sounding like eloquent and lyrical rap lyrics rather than your typical stuffy poem that other students in your class tried to pass off as profound. He didn’t shy away from writing about mental health, sex, relationships, and loss. Everything he put down was raw, and you liked that it made other people in the class uncomfortable. Jungkook wasn’t afraid to be himself. Wasn’t that what art was supposed to be all about? 
And he was artistic in every way. Not only did he write well, but he was obviously into photography, and he also dabbled in multimedia sculpture. But the most impressive was probably his paintings. You’d seen the work he’d posted on Instagram, and during one of your hangouts he’d told you about how he’d been commissioned by the city to work on a public mural with another local artist. 
Very few people knew these things about Jungkook. They saw the tattoos, the piercings, the occasional blunt wedged between his lips, and they painted him in a way that was so distorted it annoyed you. 
“Thanks for helping me, though. I appreciate you.” 
You bit your bottom lip into your mouth to suppress another smile, instead opting to simply nod your head and cover up any expression by taking a drink. 
At this point, the two of you had been hanging out at least once a week. Usually you just sat outside on his parents’ front porch and smoked and talked about life. His parents seemed to always be out of town, and although Jungkook lived across the hall from you in the university dorms, he stayed at his parents’ house a lot to take care of their dog. 
It felt weird, though, hanging out with Jungkook. It was like all your interactions could only happen during those moments; otherwise, he didn’t talk to you when you saw him around campus. Even in your advanced poetry class, he would lock eyes with you across the room, but he never said a word. 
And it didn’t help that he was best friends and roommates with Kim Taehyung, the campus casanova who’d fucked you like you were the only girl in the world for an entire semester until you saw him cuddled up at a party with some other girl who didn’t even go to your university. The next day he was standing at your dorm asking for his skateboard back, weaving some lie about how summer break was the time to be single and have fun, but that he would “never forget” the fun times you'd had. 
Then Taehyung got a girlfriend. 
So maybe you were a little bit bitter over how things ended with Taehyung (and maybe you’d spent the entire summer crying yourself to sleep at night and aimlessly scrolling through Tinder, looking for anyone who might replace him and finding nothing). But the worst part was knowing that Taehyung had probably talked to Jungkook about you, and you had no idea what he might have said. 
“Hopefully the film is still okay,” you said after a moment, trying to pull yourself out of the cyclical negative thoughts you were often consumed by. 
You finished your glass, shaking your head at Jungkook’s offer for more rosé. He nodded, pushing himself up to stand and reached out to take your empty glass. 
You watched him from the floor as he washed the glasses in the sink. Your eyes lingered just a bit too long on the way his forearm muscles flexed while he cleaned, a few veins popping out along the back of his hands and the inside of his arm. Tattoos and piercings hadn’t ever been your thing, not that you didn’t appreciate the allure of body modifications. You’d just found yourself going after boys who looked polished, good boys to take home to mom. Jungkook had been the one to initiate your friendship, asking to hang out while you worked on your poems or read the many poetry collections due for class. You’d be a liar if you said his sudden interest in you hadn’t sparked your own interest in him.
Just one glass of wine was enough to make you a bit lightheaded, and Jungkook was a heavy pourer, apparently. 
“You good?” 
You blinked and stared into Jungkook’s face. He was drying off his hands now, watching you with an amused look on his face. 
“Umm, yeah. Just a lightweight,” you said with a breathy laugh that sounded a little too forced for your liking. Jungkook didn’t seem to notice. 
“You wanna go to my studio with me? The one on campus?” 
You looked down at your phone, a few text messages popping up from your roommates demanding to know where you were. Swiping to clear the notifications, you looked up at Jungkook and gave him a small smile. 
“Sure.” 
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“That thing so fire baby, no propane. Got good pussy, girl, can I be frank? To keep it 100, girl, I ain't no saint.” 
Music came blaring out of the car’s speakers at an alarmingly high volume, causing you to exhale a startled shout. Jungkook quickly lunged to turn down the volume and accidentally honked the car’s horn when his shoulder leaned against the steering wheel. 
“Shit, sorry.” 
“Talk about fucking sensory overload, fuck,” you mumbled, heart still dazed in your chest. 
“It was actually nice outside for once. I was whippin’ with the windows down, so the music’s gotta be louder.” 
All he was getting from you was rolled eyes and the sound of your seatbelt clicking into place. 
Jungkook turned around to look over his shoulder as he backed out of the driveway. He grabbed onto the back of your seat to position himself; once again, you found yourself eyeing his arms, exploring the exposed tattoos. It kind of pissed you off how hot it was when guys drove backwards. What was evolutionarily advantageous about that attraction? 
“If you wanna change it, I got a couple CDs.” 
Jungkook motioned to the middle console. You flipped through them, finding the album that was currently playing. You’d recognize it anywhere; he was one of your favorite musicians. 
“Bryson Tiller?” You turned the CD case over in your hand, eyes scanning the tracklist on the back. “You listen to sex music while you drive? And off a CD instead of Bluetooth, no less?”
Jungkook barked out a laugh, all teeth and crinkled eyes that you could just barely make out as the streetlights streaked over his face. 
“Yeah, I guess I do. You got a problem with Bryson?” His fingers lazily tapped against the steering wheel to the relaxed beat of Don’t - which happened to be your favorite song on the album. “This car is twenty-one years old. You’re lucky we’re not sitting here listening to cassettes.” 
“Who doesn’t like Bryson Tiller? That’s the baby-making music of our generation,” you said with a laugh. “Honestly, I can’t believe this song came out in fuckin’ 2015. Why does that feel like such a long time ago?” 
Jungkook sat in the driver’s seat with his legs spread as much as possible; this position was what had made you realize just how thick and nice his thighs really were. Plus, he drove with one hand on top of the steering wheel, left elbow bent slightly. He usually let his right hand rest against his thigh, though sometimes he held onto the gear shift in between the two of you. 
There was rarely any traffic in your college town, and especially not at 10pm on a Tuesday night. The two of you fell silent, Bryson Tiller’s soulful lyrics swirling through the car in the absence of conversation. Jungkook was typically a man of few words. You’d grown accustomed to carrying the conversation. With most people, that would have bothered you, but with Jungkook it was different. You knew he was paying attention when you talked; you could see it in the way the corners of his mouth twitched when you said something dorky (which was, apparently, all the time). 
And when he did have something to say, it was always worth the wait. 
“You’ve got good taste,” Jungkook said after driving a few blocks. “Guess I should probably add him to my sex playlist.”
Before you had time to process his comment Jungkook was pulling into the east parking lot of your university, the part of campus that was off to the side and only held art-related facilities. 
He led you to an unmarked backdoor of the building closest to the parking lot. Pushing the door open, he held it for you with a sweep of his hand. 
“Ladies first, noona.” 
Scowling at the honorific, you still obliged, entering a long hallway. The walls were bare, just an eggshell white, a few black scuff marks here and there, as if someone had been carrying something large and struggled to fit it through the narrow space. Jungkook maneuvered past you to lead the way to another unmarked door. 
The studio was a lot larger than you expected. One side of the room had a large rack of painted canvases to dry. You turned to inspect the left side of the room, finding multiple easels with additional canvases of varying sizes, most blank or seemingly half-finished. A rather worn-looking couch was placed in the middle of the room. Beside it was a coffee table and a Bluetooth speaker. (So Jungkook did know about modern technology.) Paint-covered tarps protected much of the concrete floor, and there were paint buckets and other supplies scattered in every corner. The entire room was pure chaos, but it seemed like there was an organization to it that only Jungkook knew. 
“So… yeah. This is my studio.” Jungkook closed the door behind you and locked it. 
Your heart skipped a beat at his action, but you swallowed down the spike of fear that had threatened to bubble up inside of you. You’d spent plenty of alone time with Jungkook. There was nothing to worry about. 
“I had to practically beg the school to let me have my own space since I’m not an art major, but they eventually let up,” Jungkook continued with a shrug. 
You were impressed, honestly. Jungkook wasn’t known for being the most reliable student academically; it was surprising they’d given him such privileges. 
“I like it,” you said simply, eyes still roaming the space. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do now. Studio art wasn’t really your thing, poetry was. 
Luckily, Jungkook had a knack for reading your mind. 
“You can sit on the couch if you want. I got a project due tomorrow morning, so I’m gonna work on it. But if you wanna paint, just lemme know.” He scrolled through his phone as he spoke, and eventually more R&B music started playing from the speaker. 
“Tomorrow morning? JK, it’s fucking 10:30.” 
You stared at him with your head tilted to the side in disbelief, but you were only met with another shrug and a grin. Living on the edge. King of Procrastination, Jeon Jungkook. You were already getting secondhand stress. 
With a quiet hum to himself as the music took over, it was clear to you that Jungkook had switched to his serious side. He began prepping one of his easels with various paint brushes and paints. Dragging a heavy-looking but small filing cabinet next to the easel, he used the surface to store his supplies while he worked. 
You flopped onto the couch, adjusting so you could have a clear view of Jungkook. He looked cute in his jeans and black hoodie, a blunt pencil tucked behind his ear. His lips pouted slightly as he planned what he was going to do with his painting. Occasionally the pencil would be plucked from his ear and a few sketches appeared on the canvas, too light for you to see what they were from your position on the couch. 
The vibration of your phone tore your eyes away from Jungkook’s figure. It was no surprise that your roommate group text was blowing up. 
Courtnayyy 😘 [10:00] BITCH WHERE ARE YOU
A Mili Amiriah 👑 [10:01] pls tell me the weirdo didn’t murder u
Courtnayyy 😘 [10:04] If he did can I have your Mac Miller poster? 
A Mili Amiriah 👑 [10:15] court how tf would she approve of that if she’s dead? she ain’t gonna see this shit
Courtnayyy 😘 [10:18] Ouija board
A Mili Amiriah 👑 [10:25] stfu 🔫
A Mili Amiriah 👑 [10:25] Y/N you better answer ur fucking phone right now
A Mili Amiriah 👑 [10:40] hellooooooooooooooooooo
You let out a sigh loud enough for Jungkook to look over at you, eyebrows furrowed. 
“My roommates think you killed me.”
Jungkook grinned and turned back to his easel with a shake of his head. You’d expected him to say something, but then the reminder that Jungkook was… unconventional slithered into your mind. 
[10:45] I’m alive. Can you pls stop blowing up my phone now? 💀
Courtnayyy 😘 [10:46] FUCKING FINALLY 
A Mili Amiriah 👑 [10:47] what are you doing??
[10:50] We’re just hanging out at his studio. I’ll probably leave soon
You tossed your phone next to you on the couch and lifted your arms into the air to stretch. It was rather warm in the studio and the smooth music of whatever playlist Jungkook had on was making you feel sleepy. What kind of lame college student were you? 
“I was serious about what I said.” Jungkook didn’t look at you while he painted, too focused on mixing the right shade of brown. 
“About what?”
“You can paint if you want. All the paint and brushes are in the cabinet.” 
You chewed on your bottom lip, eyes flitting from the filing cabinet next to Jungkook to the easel off to the side with a blank canvas. What if whatever you painted looked like shit? You had no idea what you were doing. 
But when did you ever get to paint in your adult life?
Pushing yourself off the couch you approached Jungkook to start rummaging in the drawers for supplies. You were stopped in your tracks, however, the moment your eyes landed on his painting. Considering that much time hadn’t passed, Jungkook was far along in his work. You came face to face with a woman, or at least the naked body of a woman. She was painted in soft earthy tones, curves accentuated by what looked like a gold silk ribbon that wrapped around her. The painting was certainly abstract because she was missing a head and her limbs weren’t finished, but just having her strong torso and thighs, and a long regal neck, somehow made her feel complete. 
“That’s beautiful, JK. She looks so realistic… How can you do all those little details so quickly?” You spoke quietly, desperately wishing you could touch the canvas. 
“Painting nudity is easy.” Another classic Jungkook shrug. “That’s why it’s so overdone. There’s nothing more beautiful than humans in their purest state, right? We’re the original art.” 
You would have never considered nudity to be pure, but you liked Jungkook’s analysis. Society saw nudity as all about sex. Despite his depiction of breasts and genitalia, Jungkook’s painting was a reflection and appreciation of a body. 
You wondered if it was anyone’s body in particular. 
The thought soured your mood a bit, and you quickly returned your focus to finding the supplies you needed. Satisfied, you took up the easel beside Jungkook. What the fuck were you going to paint? Especially now that you had this beautiful work blooming next to you. 
“Don’t think about it so much. Just go for it.” 
There was Jungkook reading your mind again. 
You weren’t sure how much time passed with the two of you working silently. At first you’d considered doing something abstract, but eventually you felt compelled to do something a bit more realistic. You’d retrieved your phone (ignoring your roommates’ texts again) to pull up a photo for reference as you painted. 
After a while Jungkook lifted his finished painting and carried it to the rack to dry. By the time he had completed his painting, you were putting your final touches on yours - one that was far more simplistic. You found it entertaining, though. 
“Who is that?” 
You’d been so absorbed in getting those final details perfected that you hadn’t noticed Jungkook standing right behind you. You jumped slightly and that elicited a chuckle from the boy. 
“It’s a portrait of Bad Bunny.” Your greatest celebrity crush. 
“He’s cute. You did a good job considering you looked so scared to start.” His comment left your cheeks burning. You’d hoped it hadn’t been so obvious, but Jungkook was too observant for his own good (and for yours, too). “Maybe I should hire you as my assistant.”
“Thanks. It’s not as good as yours, though.” 
Jungkook waved you off and the action made him realize he had a good amount of paint on his hands. Rather than find a towel, he simply rubbed his hands against his thighs. You watched him, eyes lingering on the way his thighs stretched the tight material of his jeans. Looking up to return to his face you were met with a smirk. You were doing a real shitty job at being subtle, apparently. 
You chose not to say anything and focused your attention on finishing your painting, not wanting Jungkook to be waiting for you longer than he needed to. He sat down on the couch, now distracted by his phone. 
“So,” you spoke as you lifted up your finished painting, following Jungkook’s instructions to put it on the drying rack. “What was the inspiration for your painting?” 
Was it a bold question? You were trying to play it off like you weren’t going to cling to whatever his answer was. 
Jungkook patted the space next to him to encourage you to sit down. Once you were sitting next to him, your body turned slightly to face him, Jungkook leaned forward. His face was mere inches from yours and you could feel his breath tickle your cheek. He watched you with those brown doe eyes, such an innocent feature on an otherwise devious-looking face. The smirk that formed on his lips strongly contrasted the sweetness of his eyes. 
Jungkook’s tongue poked out to play with his lip ring before he answered your question. It was impossible to look away from his lips, and you thought you felt your heart stop. 
“The deadline.” 
The smirk grew deeper as he pulled away, running a hand through his hair. You were more than disappointed, feeling yourself deflate and finally realizing you’d been holding your breath. Your shoulders slumped slightly, but you managed to mask the reason for your disappointment by pretending you were disappointed in him. 
“Boy, you need to work on your assignments earlier so you can come up with something good,” you huffed, crossing your arms against your chest. 
“Was it not good?” He grinned, a cocky twinkle in his eyes, no longer doe-shaped but narrowed in mirth. “Come on, let me drop you off. It’s almost 2.” 
“Fuck, I have an 8am.” 
With a quick check on your phone you saw that it was indeed almost 2am. How had you spent almost four hours in the studio without realizing it? Nevermind the fact that you’d spent another three or four hanging out with Jungkook before you’d even gotten to the studio. 
“I’d skip if I was you.” 
Jungkook led you through the art building and to his car, making sure that the music didn’t startle you half to death when he started the car this time. 
“Unlike you, I’m a good student, thanks.” 
It wasn’t a terrible dig because you knew Jungkook enough to know he didn’t give a shit. All he’d do was give you a small smile and melt your heart with the confusion of how it was possible for someone to look both so soft and so dangerous. 
Your dorm was on the other side of campus, so the drive over was quick. But rather than drop you off at the sidewalk, Jungkook pulled into the parking lot, much to your surprise. 
“I thought you were staying over at your parents’?” 
Jungkook kept the car running, but he unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned back in his chair.
“Me and Tae are gonna go smoke. I got this new strain of indica we wanna try.”
He didn’t look at you when he spoke, instead facing forward to peer out the window. Once he brought up weed, you realized you could smell the remnants of weed smoke in Jungkook’s car, partially masked by air freshener. 
At the mention of Jungkook’s roommate you felt your stomach drop. The feeling was only intensified when you followed Jungkook’s gaze to see a figure with long legs and broad shoulders make their way down the sidewalk, heading right in your direction. You felt ice shoot through your veins and panic settle into your chest. 
“Oh,” you squeaked out. You needed to escape, but you couldn’t force your hands to unbuckle yourself and open the door. 
“Do you wanna come with us?” Jungkook took your lack of movement as a desire to get high. 
You looked at Jungkook with an open mouth, but nothing came out. And even if you could speak, Taehyung was already flinging the car door open. 
“Oh, shit, Y/N. I didn’t even see you there.” Taehyung leaned against the car door, eyes sweeping over your small figure as you attempted to look as relaxed as possible. 
Did he lick his lips or were you just imagining that? 
“Want me to sit in the back?” 
Taehyung leaned down so he could poke his head into the car and talk to Jungkook right over you. The position gave you a perfect view of his neck and his collarbones peeking out from beneath the silk button-up shirt he was wearing, the first few buttons undone as usual. His cologne smelled like cedar and you could faintly smell something fruity, likely the strawberry-flavored vape he smoked. 
All of that was enough to send you mentally screaming into the void. 
“ThanksJungkookIgottago,” you sputtered, doing your best not to touch Taehyung as you moved around him to get out.
“Y/N!” 
You ignored Jungkook’s call, not daring to look back. Despite your exhaustion you took the stairs two at a time until you made it to your dorm, nearly dropping your keys as you unlocked the door. The kitchen and living room were dark, so you knew your roommates were asleep - or at least in their own rooms. You didn’t even bother to do your nighttime routine, opting to strip down to your underwear and collapse into your bed face-first. 
Darkness and silence brought you no solitude; quite honestly, they had the opposite effect. All you had in your head was Taehyung’s face… in your ears, his voice… in your nostrils, his smell. 
Groaning, you flipped onto your back and grabbed your phone to put on your favorite thunderstorm white noise playlist. In the middle of picking the perfect sound, your phone buzzed with a text. 
Jungkook (Poetry) [2:15] you good?
You bit your lip, not wanting to leave him hanging so late, but also knowing if you went down this rabbithole you’d never fall asleep. 
[2:16] I’m fine
Your phone vibrated almost immediately, but you forced yourself to put it away. Whatever Jungkook had to say could wait until the morning. Or until never, because right now you never wanted to speak to another human ever again. 
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Jungkook (Poetry) [2:16] you don’t have to lie to me
Jungkook (Poetry) [3:02] lying destroys our intrinsic value as human beings by corrupting our ability to make rational choices and have free will
Jungkook (Poetry) [3:03] immanuel kant said that
You didn’t realize you’d be hit with a philosophical lecture the moment you woke up, but then you remembered that Jungkook had gone smoking with Taehyung. The two of them got all philosophical when they were high, as if they really could achieve some kind of superior knowledge. 
They were idiots. 
“Oh my god, when the fuck did you get home last night?” 
Anyone speaking that loud and harshly so early in the morning was an assailant. You glared at Courtney, brushing past her to get to the bathroom. You shouldn’t have been surprised that the girl stayed outside the bathroom door as she waited for you to finish. 
“It was definitely after 1am ‘cause that’s when we went to bed,” she kept on talking even when you turned the shower on. “What could you guys have possibly been doing that whole time? Did you hook up?” 
“No.”
“What?” Courtney strained to hear you over the sound of the high-pressure water. 
“I said, no!” 
It was ridiculous that you were standing there, rubbing your naked body down with lavender exfoliating soap, while you discussed your alleged hook up with a guy you barely knew. 
You thanked the Lord Almighty that your schedule didn’t line up with your roommates on Wednesdays, or else you would have had to suffer Courtney and Amiriah’s interrogations the whole day. 
Instead you sleepily dragged yourself through two morning classes and a work shift at the university library before you’d eventually have to face Jungkook head-on. 
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Your Advanced Poetry class was small enough that all the students could sit around a large table together. The small, intimate class size made it easier for collaboration and made workshops feel a bit less ruthless. You’d gotten to the point that you could read anonymous poems from each of your classmates and know exactly who wrote what. You were like a little family who met every Wednesday evening for two hours and poured your thoughts, dreams, fears, and goals into each other with every written piece. This class was going to be what broke your heart when the semester was over; you could already feel yourself missing it. 
“Alright, y’all, we’re going to workshop the imitation poems from the exercise last week.”
You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. Whatever else Professor Mendez was saying didn’t compute; she sounded like she was speaking underwater and all you could do was shift your eyes to look at Jungkook across the table from you. You hadn’t expected him to be already looking at you nor for him to hold your gaze until you quickly looked away. 
The poem you’d written for the exercise was about Taehyung. 
You’d thought only your professor was ever going to see it. And now she was calling on you to read yours aloud first. No one else would know who it was about, but you knew Jungkook would know. 
“Y/N?” 
Professor Mendez looked at you, her star pupil, with an encouraging smile. You swallowed, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze though you felt him staring. If you kept the piece of paper on the table in front of you, you wouldn’t risk showing everyone that your hands were slightly trembling. And then you opened your mouth. 
I SAW YOU ONCE IN A FEVER DREAM 
(After Kaveh Akbar)
I saw you once in a fever dream shirtless 
swaddling me in a hammock hanging from cedar trees  
When you smoke it gets stuck  
in your hair Save it for later The smell of marijuana 
 and strawberry vapes     lingered in my clothes     In another fever  
dream you were my mother The doctor asked if I am 
allergic to any medications and I should  
have said yes but it is only you 
 I have felt love flow through me I have never felt  
it given My friend once told me 
there is only so much you can do  
At what point am I the problem 
 Sometimes I stare at the wall and peel the nails 
off of my fingers for every time you broke me 
Somehow it feels better this way  
It was depressing, pathetic even. Sure, you’d imitated Kaveh Akbar’s unique writing style to a T, but now you looked stupid for writing about a man you’d never even dated, who had unofficially “dumped” you last spring semester. Jungkook had to know. Unless he was completely oblivious (which was honestly likely, when you really thought about it). And maybe you were being too cocky, assuming some guy who you meant nothing to would care or even pay attention to the fact that his friend had fucked you into a broken heart. 
You sat with tight lips as the class discussed your poem, a few people put off by your use of space on the page, others praising your unique way of formatting the stanzas. Jungkook never spoke, but he never did until the end of class when Professor Mendez called him out for being silent. Then he would provide feedback for whoever had gone before him, his opinion usually directly contradicting whatever your professor said. She knew he wasn’t being defiant, and she welcomed his creative challenge of the status quo. But sometimes he was a bit much. 
“Well, Mr. Jungkook. Let’s hear yours.” 
You could feel the entire room both tense and lean forward, as if scared but also unimaginably eager for whatever it was they were about to receive. 
“I didn’t finish, but I can read what I have. It’s a prose poem.” 
UNTITLED
I met her in the evaporated residue of a midnight bong rip. Among glimmers of artificially-simulated worlds, of over-saturated hues. Hurried hues of a purple-pink bruise, bloom, slippery between thighs. Tongue flicks. Slide. These things only happen behind closed doors. An eternity of almosts, she likes to wear my hand as a choker. Drag me whole into desire, into pink folds and broken promises. Drip slick slow stroke glide and move inside, eat feast thrive. Beat it up every time. Pulsate. Pulsate. Own it. My hands on your hips. Blindfold over your eyes. Selfish fuck. I am a decomposing mind; her body whispers otherwise. 
Jungkook could have written a poem about dog shit and the way he recited it would have been breathtaking. It didn’t matter that his lines were verging on pornographic for an academic setting; simply the way the alliteration flowed like honey from his mouth was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine. The words came out like a gentle lullaby of filth, a smooth mantra, a promise of sin. It was no wonder the classroom fell silent. Even Professor Mendez stared at Jungkook with an unreadable expression on her face. 
“Thank you, Jungkook,” she said after a moment. 
He nodded politely and slouched into his seat again. 
Professor Mendez looked around the room for the first volunteer to take a stab at critiquing Jungkook’s poem. Only a brave soul could manage, and you were determined to keep your mouth shut. You could already visualize the way your classmates were going to gossip about this once class was over. You wondered how long it would take for Courtney and Amiriah to find out. 
“Who would like to go first?” 
It appeared the class had very few critiques, likely because no one wanted to dive too deeply into the abstract and overtly-sexual writing that had been. 
Professor Mendez went on a mini rant about the importance of knowing how to keep the flow of a prose poem that somehow derailed into a story about her new puppy. Perhaps someone had gotten her going to kill the last few minutes of class until it was 8pm and she was forced to let the group of you go into the night. 
You always managed to be the last person leaving the classroom every Wednesday night. Usually it was due to your prolonged conversations with Professor Mendez, the two of you gushing over a new poetry collection or the latest episode of a TV show. Jungkook, on the other hand, was typically the first to leave. Likely to go find his little crew of delinquents to do drugs with or whatever else they got themselves into. 
Except apparently not today. 
As you waved a goodbye to Professor Mendez, you headed down the empty hallway fully aware of the second pair of shoes echoing in the silence along with yours. Your insides were still scrambled from the series of exceptionally unfortunate events that had involved Kim Taehyung in the past twenty-four hours. You had no desire to entertain Jungkook, especially not after him staring you down all of class. And reading that fucking poem. 
“Are you really gonna ignore me?” 
You squeezed the straps of your backpack and stopped in front of the door to leave the academic building. If you acted bothered it would make you more suspicious. And it would let Kim Taehyung continue to rule your mind. You were better than this… 
So you turned around to face the doe-eyed boy and tried not to imagine his hand squeezing your throat. 
“I’m not ignoring you.” You cocked your head to one side in feigned confusion. Jungkook met your look with a small pout. 
“I’m sorry if I did something to upset you yesterday.” 
So, he didn’t know. Either that, or he was lying. But didn’t Immanuel Kant say lying is bad? You did everything in your power not to scowl to yourself. 
“I’m fine, Jungkook. I swear.” You let out an irritated sigh, casting a glance behind your shoulder as you heard thunder ripple through the air outside. You’d obviously forgotten to check the weather that morning, looking down at your t-shirt and shorts. 
“Okay…” He eyed you skeptically, but he didn’t want to push you further and threaten pushing you away completely. “Can I walk with you?” 
“Of course.” He lived literally across the hall from you. You could open your door and be face-to-face with his. 
“Okay… Can I give you a hug?” 
You rolled your eyes so far and deep inside your skull it was a surprise they didn’t detach and disappear somewhere. It wasn’t fair that you were taking out your frustrations on Jungkook simply because your ego was hurt. That self-awareness was what made you nod your head with your arms outstretched. 
Jungkook enveloped you in his large frame, the side of your face pressed against his chest. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, and he held the back of your head in his free hand. There was something about Jungkook’s closeness that caught you off guard. Perhaps it was because this was the first time you’d ever hugged each other; you’d never been this physical with each other at all, actually. You weren’t much of the hugging type, anyway. 
Jungkook’s warmth made you settle into his embrace for much longer than you’d expected. He felt soft, safe. Even the chemical smell of paint that had seeped into his hoodie was welcoming. Despite the rumbling of a heavy thunderstorm outside, you could still hear his heart beat beneath you. Something about that realization made you pull away from him suddenly. It was just too… close. 
He stared at you with a wrinkled brow and the pout was slowly coming back, but he stayed silent. You couldn’t meet his eyes. 
“Ready?”
 With raised shoulders you braced yourself for the downpour. 
By the time the two of you had sprinted across the courtyard, you were completely soaked. You felt your earlier frustrations melt with the water droplets gliding down your arms as you leaned against Jungkook’s equally-soaked body. He was nearly doubled over in laughter, shoulder pressed against the wall next to the front door of his dorm room. 
“You look like a wet cat,” he teased. 
“Oh yeah? Well you look like a wet dog.” Your poor hair was going to get embarrassingly frizzy if you didn’t take care of it immediately. 
Jungkook flashed you an evil grin and violently shook his head, sending water spraying all over. 
“Jungkook, stop!” you hollered, giving him a shove. “I feel so gross already.” 
You twisted around to fish out your dorm key from your backpack, but your fingers scraped the bottom of the pocket. No key. 
“Fuck,” you cursed, setting your backpack on the ground to search through more pockets. Giving up on that possibility, you checked the pockets of your shorts. Nothing. 
Unlocking your phone, your thumb hovered over your roommate group text, unsure if you should interrupt Amiriah and Courtney. It was a little after 8pm… Both of your roommates would be in their weekly sorority meeting that usually lasted at least an hour, if not two. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“I… locked myself out.” What a fucking rookie mistake. What was this, freshman year? “I’m pretty sure I left my keys on the kitchen table.” 
Now you were stranded in your hallway, cold and soaking wet. You could go downstairs to ask your RA to let you in, but she was a bitch. 
“You’re a mess. Come on, I’ve got clothes for you.” 
He didn’t give you the opportunity to protest; instead, he stepped inside his dorm without even so much as a look over his shoulder at you. 
Apparently your desire to be warm and dry was stronger than your fear of entering the Dorm Room from Hell. You’d never been in Jungkook’s dorm before, mostly because you didn’t want to run into Taehyung. 
The layout was the same as yours: full kitchen with adjacent living room, long hall with individual bedrooms that ended with a bathroom. The decorations practically screamed “guys who smoke weed” considering the giant marijuana leaf tapestry hanging in the living room and the multicolored string lights that hung on the ceiling casting a psychedelic glow throughout the dorm. An incense that smelled interestingly like the ocean was burning on the coffee table. 
You were pretty sure burning incense wasn't allowed on university property. Then again, neither was smoking weed in the parking lot, but Jungkook and his roommates did whatever they wanted. 
“Are you just gonna stand there or…?” 
Jungkook led the way down the hall, you trailing a bit behind him as you continued being nosy. As you passed the first bedroom, the door suddenly swung open, causing you to yelp when you were face-to-face with a rather grumpy looking man with shockingly green hair. The bleary look of his eyes told you he’d been asleep. 
“Why the fuck are you wet?” 
You did a double take, shocked at the roughness of the question from a stranger. Before you could answer, Jungkook was pulling you forward by the wrist. 
“Hyung, I went to the grocery store today. There’s tangerines on the counter.” 
The green-haired roommate grumbled a thank you and shot straight to the kitchen. 
“Just ignore Yoongi,” Jungkook whispered, stopping in front of his bedroom. “He’s a fifth-year senior and probably ready to burn the entire university down.” 
Jungkook’s bedroom was the exact opposite of what you’d expected. After seeing the chaos of his art studio, you’d thought his bedroom would be much of the same. Instead you were met with a simple, organized room. No clutter, no mess. Everything had its place, not an art supply in sight. Peaking over his shoulder, you saw even his dresser drawers were organized, each article of clothing neatly folded. That was likely why Jungkook was able to quickly pick out a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts to hand you. 
“Oh, and this,” he tossed you a towel, as well. “You can use the bathroom. I’ll be in here.” 
“Thank you,” you said with an appreciative nod. 
The skin on your fingers had wrinkled up from the rain and you pressed them into the towel to find some relief. Who knew the feeling of wearing dry clothes would be so sweet? You took your time in the bathroom, rubbing down every inch of your body. Unfortunately, even your underwear and bra were soaked. If you put on dry clothes over them, the water would surely bleed into the fabric. So you opted for going commando, to your dismay. At least Jungkook’s t-shirt was baggy enough that your chest wasn’t on full display, and it wasn't like anyone would know you weren’t wearing underwear. 
You caught a look at yourself in the mirror and laughed at how ridiculous you looked. It was like you’d come out of a really bad hip-hop music video from the early 2000s, literally drowning in baggy clothes. 
“Hey Jungkook… Do you have something I could put my clothes in?” You stood in the hallway in front of Jungkook’s bedroom, wet clothes in your hands. The door was closed and you were afraid of opening it if he was still changing. 
“You look cute.” 
You instinctively squeezed your bundle of clothes, turning your head to the side at the sound of that Mother. Fucking. Annoying. Ass. Voice. 
Taehyung raised an eyebrow at you, probably utterly confused as to why you looked the way you did, standing there in his dorm. You were determined to give him absolutely nothing. 
“So, you and Jungkook, huh?” 
A small smirk twisted at the corners of his mouth. By the way he was standing with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, it was clear that he wasn’t planning on walking away. 
“We just got back from class,” you said matter-of-factly. 
You focused on a spot on the wall to the right of his head when you spoke; it made it easier to look at him without having to stare into his eyes. Even though you found absolutely nothing about your statement funny, Taehyung started laughing. It was a low chuckle that brought that stupid smirk out even more. 
“Were you coming back from class at 2 o’clock this morning, too?” 
His eyes glinted with something that made a shiver shoot down the length of your spine. 
Luckily, Jungkook’s abrupt presence swinging the bedroom door open gave you and Taehyung someone else to focus on, and you could safely escape the fact that you didn’t have a witty comeback to shove in Taehyung’s face for teasing you about Jungkook. There was nothing there with Jungkook.  
He just gave nice hugs. And you respected his creative mind. And he had great taste in music. And you felt a little bit bad for him because people didn’t seem to give him the chances he deserved. And, wow, he was standing in the doorway of his bedroom wearing form-fitting gray sweatpants that sat low on his hips and you could tell that they sat low because he was shirtless. And your eyes were skipping down the path that his happy trail was leading from his belly button down to the strings of his sweatpants that hung down just on top of where you could make out a slight bulge in the fabric. 
“Y/N?” 
You quickly tore your eyes from Jungkook’s crotch to look at his face, not missing the way Taehyung’s smirk was growing even wider. You opened your mouth, then looked down at your clothes, then back at Jungkook. 
“She wants something to put her clothes in,” Taehyung admitted once it was clear you weren’t going to cooperate. “I’m going over to Natalie’s. Oh, and I dipped into your Trojan stash. Yoongi hyung didn’t have any and you have too many.” 
He flashed Jungkook a grin and pushed himself from his leaning position on the wall. 
“Have fun,” he offered over his shoulder as he walked away, heading to go fuck his girlfriend’s brains out. 
You were going to throw up. 
“What a fucking asshole,” you breathed through gritted teeth. 
Rather than be surprised at your cursing, Jungkook gave you a sympathetic look as he took your wet clothes from you to put in a small duffle bag. 
“I’m sorry…” he said after a moment, gesturing for you to step into his bedroom. He closed the door behind you and hopped onto his bed. Just as he’d done in the studio, he patted the space next to him to get you to sit with him. 
“C’mere.” 
“Jungkook, I don’t wanna bother you anymore. You’ve had to deal with me a lot the past 24 hours.” 
“Do I look bothered?”
You gave the boy a tight shake of your head and clambered onto the bed beside him, careful to sit hunched over a bit so your chest wouldn’t be too obvious. For once, he no longer smelled like paint. Instead your senses were overwhelmed by the strong scent of his laundry detergent, something akin to the ocean breeze of the incense the roommates were burning in the living room. He leaned his back against the headboard, but he turned at an angle to look at you from the side. 
“He told me about you two…” 
You felt your body stiffen at his confession and Jungkook rushed to finish his thought. 
“Not the details or anything. But just that you were hooking up.” 
Great. This was perfect. Leave it to Taehyung to treat you like a secret yet blabber to his friends. You hadn’t even told any of your friends about Taehyung. To this day, Courtney and Amiriah had no idea. And could you even trust Jungkook when he said the details were spared? Didn’t boys love to talk about their sexual conquests? 
“I’m sorry he’s such a fuckboy.” 
“Oh, like you aren’t, too?” 
“What?!” 
Jungkook stared at you incredulously, shocked by your sudden aggression. But you couldn’t stop yourself. The anger you’d let fester in you from countless boys quite literally fucking you over was all spilling over the top. It was just unfortunate that Jungkook was there to bear the weight rather than Taehyung; but you didn’t think he was wholly innocent either. College boys were entitled and selfish. Even though Jungkook had never done anything to you, you’d seen how some girls followed after him like he was some kind of mystery meant to be solved. He never explicitly talked about his love life with you, but you only took that as a bad sign. 
“Oh don’t act brand new, Jungkook. You literally make everything about sex. Literally all your poems are about eating pussy. You made that fucking painting of a naked women. And what the fuck is that?” 
Your arm shot out to point at a painting hanging on his wall that looked vaguely like an abstract rendition of a vulva. It somehow felt like the icing on the fucked up cake. 
“It’s called artistic appreciation!”
“You’re just as gross as Taehyung and all the other guys who just use women for their bodies and don’t give a fuck about how we feel or-”  
“Stop it.” Jungkook’s voice hit you like ice. You dropped your arm down and whipped your head back around to look at him, lips falling open at the harshness of his tone. 
“Don’t compare me to Tae. You don’t know what I’m like. You barely know me at all.” 
“That’s not-” 
“I said stop, okay?” he interjected again and the glare he sent you was enough to shut you up for good. Being scolded wasn’t exactly high on your list of favorite activities, especially not from someone you considered to be a friend. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire and you struggled to swallow down your words, shame creeping up your face in waves.
“I’ve spent the last four months in that poetry class watching you write about feeling broken and alone and misunderstood. And you know what I do? I invite you over to do homework ‘cause I know none of your other friends are studying English. And I asked you to go to Morgan Parker’s book reading with me ‘cause I knew you didn’t have anyone else to go with. And I invited you to my studio ‘cause you said you wish you were good at art and I wanted you to see that you could be good if you tried.” 
At this point his cheeks had turned bright pink and his hands were bunched up into fists in his lap. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t look away from the fire in his eyes. 
“I’m not trying to make you feel like you owe me anything or to get some kind of recognition, okay? But just don’t fucking compare me to Tae when all I’ve ever tried to do is make you feel less alone. I like you, a lot. And I don’t even care that you’re not into me and you’re still caught up on him. I genuinely just want you to be happy.” 
With his monologue over, Jungkook turned his head to stare down at his hands, leaving you to peer at his profile with your mouth hanging open. 
It was the most you’d heard Jungkook speak, ever. It was also the most expressive you’ve ever seen him. Despite his passion for art, Jungkook was a very level person; he was collected even in the most stressful situations. To see him visibly shaking as he raised his voice was upsetting. 
“Jungkook…” You reached out to touch his arm and your heart broke into a million pieces when he flinched. 
“It’s whatever.” 
But it wasn’t. 
You felt like shrinking into the smallest version of yourself and disappearing. You’d spent so much time aching over the wounds Taehyung had left that you hadn’t considered what you might be missing out on, or how you might have been hurting someone else. Your head was lost in the dark cloud hanging over you; your heart couldn’t see anything in front of you. Blinded by your own pain, healing long overdue. 
You were so fucking stupid. 
“JK…” you started again. Lifting your hand, you brought your fingers to his chin and encouraged him to turn his head to look at you. “I’m so sorry. I really am. I just… It hurts? I don’t know what to do with the hurt.” 
From Taehyung and every other reckless boy. 
You let go of his face and waited, holding your breath until your lungs burned. Much to your disappointment, Jungkook maintained that cold stare, his eyes boring into yours so deeply that you felt like he was seeing something inside of you that even you didn’t know. You were afraid to look at him, shame making it difficult to hold your head up.  
“Give it to me.” 
“What?” It was your turn to cast your eyebrows down in confusion. 
“Give me the hurt. You don’t have to hold onto it anymore. I can take it.” His large hand enveloped your own, thumb running figure 8s into your skin.
You tried to speak, but you couldn’t choke out even a whisper as his words repeated in your head. Give me the hurt. Your hands shivered beneath his and you looked away quickly, feeling that horrid prickling in the corner of your eyes. You were not going to lose it just because you were touch-starved and never once in your life had someone so soundly declared their desire to take on whatever pain it was that you were feeling. You liked to keep your pain a secret, only letting out emotions through your poetry. And even then, you wanted to separate yourself from it. Writing was like putting down your emotion, letting it exist outside of you, so you could live free from it. But that didn’t always happen the way you wanted it to. 
You blinked quickly, losing focus on Jungkook’s face until you felt something hot slip down your cheek and you realized you were crying. 
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, embarrassment flooding your chest as you tried not to hiccup. What kind of emotional disaster were you? As Courtney would say, it wasn’t very girlboss of you. 
“I can take it.” 
This time the embers had gone out in his eyes. Instead, his irises were pleading with you. You tried to cover your face with your hands, but Jungkook held them down. He brushed your cheeks dry with his thumb, cradling your chin in his palm. 
“You deserve better, okay?” 
It was difficult to believe, but the soft gaze Jungkook held made you want to think maybe he was right. But how could it be possible for someone to want to carry your burden for you? He had no reason to. 
“I’m good now,” you said after a moment, the tears dried and your breathing returning to normal. You wanted to give him an out, let him have the opportunity to feel like he’d done his part in case he didn’t really mean what he said. You refused to let yourself fall for anymore bullshit. 
“Are you sure?” 
“Yeah, I’m fine.” 
“You don’t have to lie to me…” 
There was that familiar line. You felt your eyes instinctually roll and you couldn’t stop the next snarky comment from slipping past your lips, using biting humor as a defense mechanism to cope. 
“Okay, Immanuel Kant.” 
Jungkook snorted, matching your eye roll, but he gave you a smile that reached his eyes. A classic Jungkook grin that had you giving a small smile in return and making your stomach flip like a fucking gymnast. It made you slowly float back down to reality and you remembered you were sitting in a shirtless Jungkook’s bed, his body leaned forward out of concern for you, his face mere inches from yours. Hand still cradling your chin. 
“Jungkook…” 
Your voice got caught in your throat with what little breathing you could manage. Then you watched his eyes drop to your lips as you whispered his name, and the melancholic look he gave you when his gaze returned to yours made you squeeze your eyes shut with guilt. He’d confessed his interest in you and you’d completely glossed over it. Not on purpose, but somehow you were making your feelings the priority once again. And now he looked at you like you were already gone. 
“Yeah, Y/N?” You opened your eyes at his call. 
“I…” 
You wanted to tell him how you felt, you really did. But life had taught you that in relationships there was always someone who cared more, and that person always got hurt the most. You just couldn’t keep being that person. 
Jungkook studied your face for what felt like an eternity. If he was expecting you to finish your sentence, he was certainly being patient. But it was the way his mouth turned downward into a small frown and his eyes traveled off somewhere behind you that told you he’d lost hope. 
Until he was staring at you once again and his grip on your chin tightened so subtly you almost didn’t notice. 
“Can I kiss you?” 
His voice came out low and thick. The tone sent a shiver down your spine and made goosebumps rise along your forearms. You’d never heard his voice drop so deep before, nor had you seen his eyes darken the way they had now. A spark of desire fluttered in your stomach and you felt nearly lightheaded from the way your body was hitting a peak level of anxiety over his question. If you said yes, were you just giving into yet another boy who would ruin you? And you believed Jungkook could ruin you. He was an artist; they were always trouble. 
But there was no denying the fact that your nervousness was merely a physical response to your interest in Jungkook that had grown exponentially over time. You were weak, and he was right. You did feel broken and alone and misunderstood. And you knew that sometimes Jungkook felt that way, too.
Just when Jungkook began to pull away with a look of rejection written across his face, you nodded. Unable to speak, you watched Jungkook’s tongue swipe across his bottom lip as he leaned in even closer. 
You were prepared for something much more lewd than what Jungkook gave you. Though your lips were parted, he didn’t invade your space. Instead of tongue and lip biting, you were met with a chaste kiss. His lips were soft and gentle, and the way his hand cupped your face made you feel secure, just as you’d felt when he hugged you. You’d never felt a sense of security with someone from a simple kiss. 
And then he was ending the kiss just as quickly as he’d started it, finally dropping his hand from your face. 
“Sorry,” he sighed, no longer meeting your eyes when he spoke. “I shouldn’t have asked. I don’t want you to feel like you had to agree to that…” 
It was your turn to shut him up. Maybe it was the remaining hormones swirling in your brain from having cried so much, or the adrenaline from being kissed by a man you’d tried to shoo out of your mind, but you felt bold enough to take his chin in your hand as he had done to you. You pressed your lips against his, this time forcing his mouth into a faster, deeper rhythm. The kiss was heavy and more desperate than the first. It was what you’d initially expected Jungkook to give you; a makeout that went hard and fast from the beginning, 0 to 100. That was what fuckboys did, wasn’t it? Anything to get their dick wet the quickest. 
It was what you were used to.
Your small hands found the tops of his shoulders, fingers running along his smooth, warm skin before you pushed him against the headboard. Swinging your leg over his, your knees sank into the soft bed as you straddled him. You adjusted slightly in his lap and the shift made your core press directly on top of the bulge in his pants that you’d admired earlier. This realization made the sudden heat between your legs melt like lava, and you ground your hips into his in a smooth but firm motion. 
The movement elicited a deep groan from the back of Jungkook’s throat, another sweet sound you’d never had the pleasure of hearing fall from his lips. With his lips parted from groaning, you took the opportunity to slip your tongue inside of his mouth. His hands pushed up the hem of your shirt just enough to allow him to reach the skin of your waist, gripping you hard as your body moved against his. 
“Y/N, wait.” 
Jungkook pulled back to lean his head against the bed’s headboard and you were met not with lust-filled eyes as you expected, but eyes that looked so deeply pained you almost wanted to avert your gaze. 
“I don’t wanna be a rebound. I want this to mean something, or else I can’t do this.” 
Jungkook’s voice came out hoarse, and it trembled. His eyes still held that undeniable sadness that reminded you that, once again, you had failed to see how your own fear of rejection had made you ignorant to the feelings you were instilling in him. Here he was, willing to give himself over to you, holding back because he was afraid that you would hurt him.
Once again, shame flooded your face as you frantically searched for a way to show that you needed this to mean something, that in just a few months he had become the most constant person in your life, the person you were most comfortable with even when all you often did was just sit and talk about life. 
There was an obvious way to fix this, but you still had that gnawing feeling holding you back. 
“I like you, too, Jungkook.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you spoke just barely above a whisper. If you didn’t look at him, the vulnerability of the moment would be easier to manage. “You’re kind and smart even though you’re always toeing the line of academic probation.” 
Your words came out rushed, the last comment making you let out a laugh that sounded more like a short burst of air, and you held onto his shoulders for dear life. 
“And you’re the most creative and imaginative person I’ve ever met, but you’re so lowkey about everything. You deserve more than you give yourself credit for,” you continued, eyes still closed. “And… I guess you’re kinda hot…” 
With that you slowly opened one eye to peek at Jungkook’s face. It was embarrassing to say that the grin he wore made your heart soar and it was only then that you noticed the way his fingertips were running along your sides, tracing invisible designs onto your skin. 
“Only kinda hot?” 
“Oh shut up.” 
You gave him a playful slap against his chest. You let your hand linger there, palm pressed against him to feel the strength of his pec muscle. With your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you ran your hand down the length of Jungkook’s chest and along his abdomen until you reached between your bodies to access the hem of his sweatpants. 
Without warning you gripped his cock, palming it over his pants. You felt it twitch beneath your fingers, already semi-hard and warm even through the fabric. Jungkook let out a low groan, hips slightly bucking into you. Suddenly aware of how painfully clothed you are, Jungkook slid his hands back up your sides, pushing his t-shirt off of you in the process. Ruining the orderly look of his bedroom, he tossed the t-shirt and brought his attention back to you. 
“Fuck, Y/N,” he hissed, realizing that you weren’t wearing a bra. 
You shuddered at the gentle way he ran his fingers up your sides once more and you leaned forward when his tattooed fingers lightly pinched one of your nipples until it went hard. Then he moved onto the other one, tweaking it slowly. 
After a moment you let go of him and reached for the hem of his sweatpants, waiting for him to lift his body so you could pull them down his legs. 
He’s big, bigger than you’d expected. You’d imagined he would have a nice dick, purely because it seemed like the most mysterious, standoffish guys always did. They didn’t have to compensate by being boisterous and arrogant; they knew what they were packing and that was enough. But Jungkook was quite possibly too much. You were a small person, for fuck’s sake. 
“We don’t have to do this. If you’re not ready, we can stop.” 
There was Jungkook reading your mind, yet again. How was it possible for him to know exactly what to say every single time? Were you just that expressive? If so, no one else in your life read you so well. 
“Stop talking,” you repeated his earlier command, but you didn’t look him in the eyes. Instead you were focused on how heavy and soft his cock felt in your hand as you admired him. You ran your fingers along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, then you glided your thumb along the tip to smear the bit of precum that was already leaking. The action made Jungkook whimper and the sound sent a jolt straight into your core. 
But just before you could lower your head down to give him what you knew he wanted, Jungkook’s hand was cupping your chin once again. He pulled your face upwards to guide you back to his. 
“I’m fine, Jungkook. I want to do this,” you assured him, but he slowly shook his head. 
“You’re going in so fast, and you don’t have to. I’m not some asshole hookup. The point of all this isn’t just to get me off and make you put in all the work.” He leaned forward to kiss you on the tip of your nose and you’d never felt more wanted in your entire life. “You deserve to feel good for once.” 
Snaking his arm around your waist, Jungkook gently flipped you onto your back. Spreading your legs apart with his knees, he kneeled over you as he began laying hot kisses down the length of your neck, pausing only to suck at the soft skin where your neck and collarbone met. 
“Jungkook…” you sighed, squirming underneath him once his mouth began to travel further down. 
He flicked his tongue against one of your nipples, drawing a circle around the erect mound. He let out a deep hiss of approval when you moaned, arching your back to push yourself against his mouth. While his tongue was busy exploring your chest, Jungkook took his sweet time pulling his basketball shorts off of you, those too flying across the room. 
When he moved back into a comfortable position between your legs, his thigh brushed against your core and he let out a moan loud enough you were sure his roommates would hear him. 
“Fuck, Y/N, you could’ve warned me you weren’t wearing any underwear,” he groaned, his thigh now glistening with your arousal. 
“Sorry I didn’t think to tell you while I was crying.” 
“So dramatic.” 
You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment that bore even deeper into your soul when a pathetic whimper escaped your lips the moment you felt Jungkook’s hand slip in between your thighs. 
“You’re so fucking wet,” he sighed, effortlessly sliding his fingers along your folds. He ran his fingers up and down slowly as if he were memorizing each crevice and the way your legs jumped when he hit a certain spot, especially once he began stroking your clit. 
He was exploring, you realized. He was learning your body and there was nothing more embarrassing. All you could think about was the fear that Jungkook might not like what he saw. Or that he was comparing you to his past fucks. Or that Taehyung had told him things about your sex life. 
“Why are you hiding from me?”
You felt your hands being pried from your face and lifted over your head. Jungkook pinned your wrists above you, his face now inches from yours. You could see a restrained wildness in his eyes, but his eyebrows were knitted together in frustration. 
“Why?” he repeated. 
You shook your head, but another irritated call of your name made you question your decision to defy him.
“I just don’t want you to be disappointed…” you whispered, avoiding his gaze. 
“Does this seem like disappointment to you?” Jungkook rolled his hips into you, his now rock hard cock sliding against your dripping folds. 
“Ahh, n-no,” you gasped, wiggling under his hold. 
“Okay, so don’t hide from me. Let me take care of you.” 
Letting go of your wrists, Jungkook got off of the bed. You watched him with confusion that slowly melted into a mixture of anxiety and sweet anticipation as he hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Falling to his knees, Jungkook let your legs rest on his broad shoulders. You could feel his breath against your skin and it took everything in your power not to begin squirming again when you felt his tongue lick a hot stripe up the inside of your thigh. 
“I want you to watch me while I eat you out,” Jungkook murmured, his dark eyes locking with yours as he leaned forward to plant a kiss against your lower lips. “Okay?” 
You had no choice but to nod in compliance, propping yourself up on your forearms so you could get a better view even though everything in you was screaming to break your gaze. You could hardly believe it was Jungkook staring at you through his bangs from between your legs. Not to mention you were usually very shy when it came to being sexually pleasured - mostly because it rarely happened. Guys were always expecting you to do them favors, not the other way around. You couldn’t even remember the last time a guy had gone down on you. 
But there was no time to be shy when Jungkook abruptly plunged his tongue into your folds. You let out a loud yelp and immediately slapped your hand over your mouth to muffle the remaining squeals threatening to slip from your parted lips. Jungkook chuckled at your response and the vibration made your cunt throb. 
Still, you kept your gaze locked with his as he lapped up your juices, no matter how dirty it made you feel to have those blown out pupils bore into yours. Your eyes only fluttered when his lips found your clit and began to suck on it while his tongue flicked a steady rhythm against it, the two sensations proving to be almost too much for you to handle. Your breathing became ragged as you felt your abdomen tense up. 
“Jungkook,” you whispered a moan, hands gripping the bed sheets so tightly your fingers started to hurt. 
“Hmm, baby? You’re gonna have to speak up.” The new nickname made you whimper. 
As if to encourage you to find your voice, Jungkook slid two fingers inside of you as he returned to pleasuring your clit. The sudden stretch immediately ripped a strangled moan out of you and your hips involuntarily bucked into Jungkook’s face. 
“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized, but Jungkook only fucked into you harder, expertly curling his fingers at just the right spot to make your legs start to shake. 
“Don’t apologize. You can fuck my face all you want,” he lifted his head up to lick his lips, sending you a wink that made your heart stop. 
He could sense your orgasm coming soon by the way your walls were clenching around his fingers, but he was determined to make it as mind-shattering as possible. Fitting a third finger inside of you, he continued to suck on your clit, tongue swirling to the rhythm of his fingers. 
“Ohh, oh my god,” you sobbed, tears pooling in your eyes as you finally reached your climax. You let out a loud cry, fingers tangled in Jungkook’s hair as you struggled to still your shaking legs. 
Licking a final stripe up your lips, Jungkook lifted his head from your thighs and gave you a satisfied grin. He was truly a sight for sore eyes with his mouth soaked in your arousal and his hair a mess from your fingers running through it. You fell flat on your back, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. 
“You good?”
“I’m going to die.”
Your eyes were on the ceiling but you heard him laugh and you felt his strong arms lift your legs back onto the bed, adjusting you so you were comfortably in the center of the mattress again. 
“Damn, I didn’t realize I was gonna make you tap out so fast,” he teased, lying down beside you. He pressed a kiss against your throat. 
“Everyone says you have great head game and I should’ve taken them more seriously.” 
“Who says that?!” 
You turned onto your side to face him, already rolling your eyes. “Don’t you know the rumors that get spread about you?” 
Jungkook gave you a small shake of his head. “I don’t worry about people. I’m only worried about you.” 
The warm fuzzy feelings his words gave you were too much for you to bear, so you pushed them away by pulling him closer, crashing your lips into his. Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush up against his chest. You could feel his cock still hard against your leg and it reminded you that this whole situation felt so foreign to you. Never had you been pleasured by a man who expected nothing in return.
“You are art, you know that? A fucking masterpiece,” Jungkook sighed against your lips, pulling away to nuzzle against your neck. 
“Jungkook.”
“Yes, baby?” There was that fucking nickname again making your pussy flutter back to life. 
Instead of answering him, you reached down to grab his cock. He groaned against your throat as you gave him a few slow pumps. He’d taken care of you just as he’d promised, and now you hoped he’d let you take care of him. Not because you felt obligated to, but because you genuinely wanted to. 
Wordlessly, Jungkook rolled you onto your back so that he was hovering over you, his forearms on either side of your head. 
“I want you so bad,” he growled against your ear, hips rolling into your open legs. 
“What are you waiting for?” you whispered. 
“Fuck…” 
You blinked and he was no longer on top of you. Instead he was rummaging through the drawer of his nightstand, eventually pulling out a shiny square packet. For someone normally so calm, Jungkook’s fingers were shaking with need as he rolled the condom on. 
“Is this okay?” He returned to his position between your legs as you laid on your back. Your heart stung at his thoughtfulness, shocked that he was asking you what position you wanted him in. You nodded, spreading your legs wider for him. Jungkook ran his fingers along the inside of your thighs, his head dipped down so his bangs fell forward, partially obstructing your view of his face. 
You gasped when you felt something wet hit your cunt. He’d spit on you. You could feel the extra lubrication slide down your folds and the lewd act made you shiver. Sure, maybe that was fairly tame for some people, but it had your head reeling.  
Holding the base of his cock, Jungkook rubbed the tip along your folds, further smearing his spit and your arousal together. 
“If you want to stop, just tell me,” he said hoarsely, and that was the warning you got before he was sinking his cock into your entrance. 
Despite how relaxed and turned on you felt, the stretch was considerable. You tensed for a moment and Jungkook froze, his eyes meeting yours. With a nod of approval from you, he pushed himself in further, finally bottoming out and holding the position as he waited for you to adjust. You felt so unbelievably full with him inside of you and the pressure of him against your walls was enough to make your legs shake once again. 
After giving you a bit of time, Jungkook began to move his hips, starting with slow but long strokes that got increasingly deeper. 
“Oh god,” he moaned, head hanging down so he could watch his cock disappear into your cunt over and over again. After a while he lifted one of your legs to rest it on his shoulder so he could adjust his angle to thrust into you that much deeper, and the next slam of his body into yours that had his cock make direct contact with your g-spot made you scream. 
“Shit, Y/N, Yoongi’s gonna kill us if you keep screaming like that,” Jungkook said with a grin that very much made it seem like he wouldn’t mind dying for such an offense. 
“You… just feel s-so g-good,” you cried out, your nails clawing at Jungkook’s arms as you searched for something to hold on to. 
He couldn’t possibly have been concerned considering he only thrusted into you even harder. The thing about Jungkook, though, was that he was going hard but he was going slow. He was savoring every time he slid into you, savoring the glisten of his cock as he pulled out. Turning his head to the side, he kissed the leg he’d draped over his shoulder, one hand running down the smooth skin while his other held on tightly to your hip to keep you in place. 
“Fuck, yes baby,” Jungkook groaned. He pressed his fingers against your mouth, gently prying your lips open to stick his thumb in your mouth. The action surprised you, but you obediently sucked on his thumb until he was pulling away again. Reaching between you, he pressed his now wet thumb against your clit and began rubbing circles as he fucked you. 
You whined at the sudden stimulation, your walls fluttering around his cock as your breathing turned into panting. “I’m gonna…” you let out another moan, your walls clenching around Jungkook’s cock. “I’m gonna come again.” 
“That’s right, come on my cock for me, baby. Let go for me.” 
How could Jungkook make dirty talk sound so alluring? So supportive? It was just like his writing, a gentle lullaby of filth. From the look he’d given you earlier, you knew there was a less tame side of him you’d yet to tap into. The memory of his poem flooded your mind, daring you to take things a step further… she likes to wear my hand as a choker...
Reaching out, you grabbed the hand that was holding onto your hip and brought it to rest on your neck. You saw that same wild look flash in Jungkook’s eyes once again, and you knew the action had affected him because his thrusting faltered for a moment. With your lips slightly parted, you tilted your head back slightly to expose more of your throat for him. Jungkook wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a sight more beautiful. 
“Shit, you keep acting up like this I’m gonna fall in love,” he grunted, biting down hard on his bottom lip as he opened up his palm to get a firm grip on your neck. As he resumed his rhythmic thrusting, he squeezed your throat. At first, the decrease in oxygen had you gasping in your body’s natural drive for self-preservation. Once your body and mind adjusted, though, you succumbed to the way your body tingled with excitement. When you moaned, your eyes fluttering and rolling back, Jungkook applied even more pressure. 
You’d never imagined you’d have another orgasm somewhere inside of you so soon after the first, but you were convulsing around Jungkook’s cock just as he asked you to, calling out his name in the sweetest song. 
It wasn’t long before his thrusts became sloppier and his grip on your throat became almost too tight. The string of profanity he growled in your ear as he came made you shiver. Was it really possible that you affected him so deeply? 
Jungkook hovered over you for a moment, attempting to catch his breath. 
“I think that’s the hardest I ever came in my life,” he said weakly, finally mustering up enough strength to pull himself out of you. He left the bed to throw away the soiled condom, you musing at his cute little butt as he sauntered away. 
“You’re welcome,” you said with a grin, though the hoarseness of your voice startled you. You pressed your hand against your throat and winced, not because your throat hurt, but because of the way Jungkook looked at you with deep concern. 
“Did I hurt you?” he asked softly, climbing into bed beside you. 
“Please,” you sighed, snuggling against Jungkook’s chest. “You did me too good.” 
“I’ll fucking do you again, too, if you don’t stop rubbing your thighs against me,” he murmured in your ear, causing you to chuckle lightly. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 
A loud knock on the door made you jump, your arm instinctually covering your chest though you knew Jungkook had locked the door. 
“What the fuck,” he whispered, silently willing whoever it was to go away. 
The knocking continued, this time a bit more aggressively. 
“Open up, bro, the light’s on. I know you’re in there,” Taehyung complained from the other side of the door. “You’ve still got my pen.”  
Your eyes grew wide as you looked at Jungkook. 
With a groan, Jungkook got out of bed once again. Grabbing the basketball shorts you’d been wearing, he pulled them on and snagged Taehyung’s vape pen from where it sat atop his dresser. He didn’t bother to put a shirt on or fix his sex hair. 
“Wait,” you whispered. “What about me?” 
“I don’t give a fuck,” Jungkook spoke at a normal volume as if to demonstrate how serious he was about not caring if Taehyung saw you there. 
“Seriously, JK?” Taehyung clearly thought Jungkook’s comment had been directed towards him. 
You quickly grabbed Jungkook’s t-shirt and pulled it on seconds before Jungkook swung the bedroom door open. 
You watched Taehyung’s eyes slowly scan over Jungkook’s appearance. His mouth twisted as though he were about to speak, but then he locked eyes with you where you still sat in Jungkook’s bed, probably looking just as fucked out as Jungkook did. 
“Here.” Jungkook dropped the vape in Taehyung’s open palm. “Need anything else?” 
Taehyung’s eyes made their way back to Jungkook and whatever snarky comment he’d been prepared to make before was now gone. 
“Nah, that’s it, thanks.” 
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After a week of being exclusive with Jungkook, you felt the need to loop your roomates into the whole situation. Courtney and Amiriah were your best friends, after all. The three of you had been your own Golden Trio since day one freshman year, ending up in the same peer mentor group. The first time you’d all hung out together you’d gone to an off-campus frat party. Barely an hour in and Courtney had been throwing her guts up right into the pool. Needless to say, the three of you had never gone back to that house. As horrifying as it was, you felt like it painted the perfect picture of your relationship. You were all in it for the long haul, no matter how messy. 
But now you had to tell them you were dating the weird guy. 
You kept looking at your phone, checking the time. The two should have been out of their sorority meeting by now, which meant they could arrive at your dorm at any moment. Waiting was nerve-racking. You gnawed on a hangnail, only pulling your gaze from your phone when you felt Jungkook’s strong arms wrap around your waist. He pulled you into his lap on the couch and leaned into you, lightly brushing his lips along your neck, making you shiver. 
“Why do you act like you’re having me meet your parents?” he asked with a small chuckle. 
“Courtney and Amiriah are important to me,” you started, trying to find the correct words to explain your friends. “They’re also really… judgmental, but because they care about me. And they don’t trust men.” Which was fair. You did your best to look out for them as well. 
Jungkook hummed in response but didn’t speak. That didn’t surprise you. A man of few words, you knew he liked to have time to decide how he felt or what he wanted to say about things. 
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you announced, standing up. Jungkook nodded and leaned back into the couch. Was it a good thing that he didn’t seem nervous? 
Of course the moment you entered the bathroom, Courtney and Amiriah came bustling through the front door. Their loud chatter quickly halted when their eyes fell upon Jungkook lounging on your couch, legs spread and tattooed arm draped across the back of the couch. 
“Hey,” he greeted them with a grin and a nod of his head. 
“Oh, um, hi?” Courtney’s greeting was more of a question. 
“Where’s Y/N?” What Amiriah wanted to ask was how he even got into your dorm, but she didn’t want to be rude. 
“I’m here!” You shuffled into the room, giving your friends a little wave. “Jungkook wanted to hang out here for a change.” 
The boy quirked his eyebrow at you and gave you an amused smile, noticing how you’d made it sound like it was his idea when it most certainly had been yours. Not that it bothered him. If anything, he wanted you to deflect onto him. He’d told you he could take anything you needed to give him, and he’d meant it. 
Jungkook got up from his seat and walked over to the three of you, hands in the front pockets of his jeans. The pose made his biceps and chest more prominent, and you couldn’t help but stare for a moment. God, he was too pretty. 
“I feel bad it’s the first time I’m finally meeting you,” he said in a warm voice. “Y/N never shuts up about how great you two are. Pretty sure I’ve heard the story of The Great Edible Debacle at the Dolph concert about fifty times.” 
You were shocked by how charming he was being. Really laying it on thick. 
“That is a horrible story to be telling people, Y/N! What the fuck,” Amiriah said with a laugh. “We’re only a little bit insane.” 
“And stupid,” Courtney chimed in. 
The four of you continued your bantering as you lounged around the living room, snacking on some food your roommates had brought as leftovers from their sorority meeting. Jungkook fit into the conversation rather neatly, talking a lot more than you’d expected, but still knowing when to sit back and let the girls dominate the conversation. He sat with his arm around your waist, keeping you close but not dipping into any PDA, knowing it would bother you if he did. 
The conversation came to a pause when Jungkook’s phone began to ring, all three pairs of eyes pointed in his direction. 
“Ah, fuck. Tae’s calling me,” he mumbled. “I’ll be right back.” As he stood up, he cupped your face for a moment, running his thumb across your cheek before he was bringing his phone to his ear. 
“Hyungie, what’s up?” Jungkook stepped out into the hallway, closing the front door behind him. 
“Girl, are y’all fucking?!” Amiriah leaned forward with a harsh whisper, excitement dancing in her bright eyes. 
“We’re dating, actually.” 
Courtney let out a squeal, bouncing on her knees where she sat on a pillow on the floor, wrapped in a fluffy blanket. “I knew it, I totally knew it.” 
“I’m gonna admit, weird or not, that man is foine now that I’m seeing him up close.” Amiriah loudly sucked her teeth and shook her head. “He’s got that snatched little waist. And those thighs? He could smash a watermelon.” 
“Okay, okay, but we gotta ask the REAL question here.” Courtney was now plopping down on the couch between you and Amiriah, blanket still in tow. “Did he eat it right?? In the words of Nicki Minaj, do he got good form??” 
You slapped Courtney on the arm in protest, but you were grinning as you spoke. “I almost started crying, it was so good.” 
“WHEW girl, stop it,” Amiriah grabbed your arm and shook it. “Are you willing to share? For charity?” 
Before you could scold your friend for trying to get her hands on your man, Jungkook returned. The shift in the room’s atmosphere was palpable, and the way Courtney and Amiriah watched Jungkook with new interest was almost too obvious. 
He gave you a confused smile as he squeezed onto the couch next to you. 
“So, Jungkook,” Amiriah began and you prayed to God she wouldn’t say anything stupid. “You said you heard stories about us, but we didn’t talk about all the fun things we’ve heard about you!” 
You shot your friend a glare but she was already on a roll with Courtney on her heels. 
“Yeah, we’ve heard all about your poetry,” Courtney added. 
You don’t think your roommates were prepared for the low chuckle that rumbled from Jungkook nor for the dark look in his eyes as he turned to you. He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers, and you silently pleaded with him to behave. 
“Yeah, I was trying to give Y/N a preview of what she could be getting.” 
“Jungkook,” you gasped and your friends started talking all at once, but all you could focus on was the way your boyfriend was smirking at you, his tongue playing with his lip ring how he knew you liked. 
He leaned into you, his lips ghosting your ear and sending goosebumps up your arms as he whispered, 
“Just wait until you come over tonight.”
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— play with me (m)
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↬ pairing: gamer!yeonjun x f!reader
↬ genre: gamer!au, pwp, fluff, smut, angst, established relationship.
↬ type: one-shot
↬ summary: you just want your ‘gamer’ boyfriend to play with you instead of the stupid game he’s been playing for hours.
↬ rating: 18+
↬ word count: 5.5K
↬ warnings: profanity, explicit sexual content: dom/sub undertones, ddlg themes (daddy kink), size kink (reader is mentioned as ‘tiny’ and ‘little’ by yeonjun), pet names, manhandling, dirty talk, breast play, oral sex (f!receiving), overstimulation, fingering, subspace, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie — this work is fictional and it doesn’t represent yeonjun in any way!
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↬ a/n: welcome to pt. 3673 of me being self-indulgent 🤷🏽‍♀️! this was really fun to write (for obvious reasons) *cough* 🤭 err— anyways, i hope everyone enjoys reading this <333! i know nothing about gaming tho, if there are any mistakes pls tell me
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Time seems to be running really fucking slow today. Or maybe it’s just you feeling bored and lonely.
With a soft sigh, you unlock your phone again. Tiktok has to help you feel better somehow. And it really does, for a few minutes, until you get annoyed for an unknown reason. Letting the device slide down from your hands onto the bed, you follow suit. The moment your head hits the soft pillows, you turn over and groan.
What can you possibly do to pass time? Why is this so hard?
On any other day, the answer would’ve been Yeonjun, your beloved boyfriend. You would’ve run up to him with a whine and all your problems would immediately be solved. Yeah, his warm embrace and kisses are the easiest solution for your everyday struggles. Not to mention how effective it is, too.
Purely tragic that it’s “gaming with my best buddies all day long” for him today, and he has forbidden you to visit him in his game room unless he calls you or it’s an emergency.
You look at the digital clock resting on the bedside table, the time reading nearly two pm. Gosh, it’s been four hours already?! How can a human possibly look at a screen for so long without getting tired? No idea. You barely know anything about gaming, but you do know that Yeonjun is really good at it. His friends call him “aimbot” — and apparently that equals to a pro.
You wonder what’s so important about today’s game. He loves gaming, so if you’re coming over, you often find him in his gaming room. Although, Junnie lets you sit on his lap and cuddle with him while he plays on most days. Which is so unlike the stories you’ve heard from other girls about their boyfriends. They complain that their boyfriends don’t pay attention to them at all. And you find yourself silently thanking your luck because Yeonjun is not like that. He probably loves you as much as he loves gaming.
Your boyfriend is, what people would say, ‘a gamer’, and apparently when he has time, he does twitch streams too (but you’ve never seen him doing it)! He loves gaming, and you try your best to be supportive about it. After all, he has always done the same for you, no matter what or how bad the situation is.
Today, though, you feel incredibly neglected. And you don’t like feeling this way. You had hoped to wake up to his kisses and maybe morning sex (not your fault that he hasn’t fucked you in a while). But instead, all you got was a kiss on your cheek and his strict voice telling you to not disturb him. You haven’t seen any traces of Yeonjun since. And yes, you feel hurt. Fourteen months of your relationship with him, and this is the first time that he’s been so distant. You wonder if this is how it’s gonna be from now on. Maybe he was just trying to build a good impression at first, and now that you’re completely consumed by the love you have for him, he’s finally doing what he has always wanted to do. Gaming alone in his room without you being there to interrupt him. Is that what you are to him? An interruption he doesn’t wanna put up with?
The sudden turn of your thoughts leave you anxious. In the past year, you’ve grown to be extremely attached to Yeonjun. Maybe dependent too… but that’s a whole nother conversation.
Damn this bullshit. A shower sounds really nice right now. And some lunch too!
You get out of the bed, stripping out of his baggy t-shirt that is clearly a bit too large for your smaller frame. Shimmying out of your white cotton panties, you head to the adjoining bathroom. Who knows? Maybe you can get up to some fun in the meantime.
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The shower helps you feel relaxed and fresh for sure, but it also makes the emptiness in your heart grow. You could only think about the times Yeonjun had held you close while standing beneath the calming spray of water, taking care of your body and sometimes having his way with you. Even though you tried to let off some steam by playing with your sensitive parts, it didn’t help. Because it wasn’t him. He’s an attentive and passionate lover, there’s no doubt about that. And maybe that’s why you’re so obsessed.
After entering the bedroom, you brush your wet hair gently, deciding to let it air dry. While thinking about the possible lunch options, you start to yearn for your boyfriend more. Adding more to it, the mirror reflects your sorrowful face which makes you even sadder.
With a sigh, you apply moisturizer on your warm skin before putting on a sheer white shirt from his closet. It smells like him. A small smile tugs on your lips at that. Yeonjun really likes to see his clothes on you. “Aww, look at my babydoll, she looks so pretty and tiny in my clothes… makes me wanna ruin her so bad.” His words come back to you in a flash.
You rub your thighs together unconsciously, feeling flustered. That was a pleasant morning after your first night with him. He had showered you with affection, practically worshipping your body. Warmth floods your inside as you briefly remember your first time with him, too. Gosh, you were so shy… and somehow he actually enjoyed it. He enjoyed corrupting you.
The vivid memory of that night plays in front of your eyes.
“You’re doing so well for daddy, just like that,” Yeonjun watches you with fire in his eyes, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. He hasn’t been able to fit his cock entirely inside you yet, but you’ve already come thrice now, crying a little from overstimulation. “You’re such a pretty little thing, what am I gonna do with you, hm? Daddy is so scared of hurting you, baby,” he mutters huskily.
“Da–daddy… I can take it.” you huff with a pout, clenching around him helplessly. A growl reverberates in his throat in response.
“Is that so? Do you really want me to go all the way in?” Yeonjun chuckles at your eagerness. You nod desperately, the urge to be a good girl for him being sky high.
With a groan, he gently pushes the last few inches of his cock to bury himself in your pussy entirely. You cry out, the burning pain increasing before it slowly dies down. Your boyfriend of five months shushes you, gently sucking on your neck in an attempt to soothe the pain he has caused. It feels too good to be true. You feel complete in a way you never thought you’d be.
Yeonjun increases his movements and brings both of your legs to rest on his shoulder. The new angle has you screaming his name, your tits bouncing with each of his hard thrusts.
“Daddy’s gonna have so much fun with you, my little angel.”
You physically shake yourself out of your own imagination, whining. The material of your baby blue panties have grown damp, sticking to your core. Fuck lunch, the only thing you want your mouth right now is Yeonjun’s dick. You’ve sucked him off while he’s gaming before, and it’s always a treat to see him struggling to keep it together.
Feet tapping lightly against the wooden flooring, you walk over to the wall size mirror. Your hair hasn’t dried completely yet, and the messy locks give you a naturally seductive look. Teeth dragging over your lower lip, you unbutton a few buttons of the white shirt to show off your legs and cleavage as you had previously decided to go braless. Yeonjun can’t possibly think straight if he sees you like this, right?
After doing a little twirl, you take a deep breath. This boldness you’re planning to show might have consequences… considering the fact that technically you’re disobeying him. Whatever, you’re gonna go to him anyway. Your pussy is aching with need and fuck, you being deprived of his attention for so long is not helping at all.
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You walk outside of the bedroom, thoughtfully looking at the staircase that leads to his gaming room on the upper floor. Your stomach is in knots. What if he gets angry? You don’t like making him angry.
A shudder rocks your body. Think positive thoughts, your mind tells you. Maybe you can just go and take a peek inside? That won’t hurt anybody…
Even when you climb up the stairs confidently, your heart does backflips in your chest. The closer you get to his game room, the harder you struggle to keep yourself together. It’s okay, everything will be okay, you just need to open the door a little bit and peek inside.
With shaky hands, you turn the door handle, the door opening up a bit. Yeonjun is right there, his eyes jumping from one screen to another, controlling his character masterfully. You cringe when you hear a scream coming from the other side of his headset.
“WHAT IS BEOMGYU DOING? BITCH TAKE COVER!!”
Yeonjun has his eyebrows furrowed, a groan escaping him. “Soobin, tone it down, will you? I’m not here to lose my eardrums.”
“Sorry but I’m allergic to dumbness.” The person in question replies.
As the sound of shooting begins again, you start losing hope. He’s way too immersed in the game to actually notice you…
“What is the emergency?” Your boyfriend’s heavy voice snaps you back to reality. You look up to realize that his eyes are still focused on the screen, and you doubt if he’s talking to you. “Can you not hear me, baby?” He presses a few random keys on his keyboard before getting back on his controller.
“Yo who’s there?” A voice cuts in before you can say something.
“My girlfriend, can you please focus on saving yourself instead of meddling with others business, Gyu?”
“I’m trying, okay? You’re so rude.”
With a sigh, he presses another key on his keyboard before addressing you. “Why aren’t you answering, baby? What is the emergency?”
You swallow nervously. “I– um, I just wanted to see you… I miss you!” His jaw contracts, and you immediately regret your decision.
“So that is your emergency? Did I stutter this morning, babygirl? Which part of my request did you not understand? I told you to not visit me unless you have an emergency.” He jabs his fingers into the buttons of his controller, growling. “Is this a joke to you?”
Tears gather in your eyes, and you whisper brokenly, “Am I a joke to you?”
“Do not talk back to me.”
You let out a sob as his harsh voice reaches you, leaving the door slightly ajar to run away. You hear him say, “AFK, I’m sorry.” And the next thing you know is that his hands are gripping onto yours to halt you. You squirm, trying to get away, but he’s too strong. “If you try to move around, you’ll fall down the fucking stairs.” Yeonjun hisses. You stop immediately after the realisation, still shaking gently from your snivels.
Once he has guided you back to safety, you try to get away again. Unfortunately, that only causes his grip on you to tighten. Your head hits his chest and you whimper in pain, giving up against him. “Is throwing a tantrum really necessary, baby? I told you beforehand, yet you’re doing this.”
You sniffle, “Le–let go of– of me. You play yo–your stupid game, I– I’ll go back to my p–place!”
“Stop being such an inconsiderate brat! What has gotten into you, huh?”
More tears escape your eyes, and you dare to turn around this time. Yeonjun’s expression visibly softens when he notices your tear streaked cheeks and puffed out lower lip. “Oh baby…” He reaches to wipe them away, but you put a hand before your face before he can touch you. He sighs. “I just don’t understand why you are mad…”
With the back of your hands, you dry your face partially and pout at him. “You left me all alo–alone! I’ve been sad all d–day an–and you don’t e–even care! It’s li–like I don’t exist!” Your breathing is uneven, tears continuing to run down your cheeks. “I mi–missed you so much and– and I just wanted t–to be with you… but you–” you whine with a cry, “You were so mean to me. You– you– gaming is more im–important than me to you.” Hiding your face in your hands, you snivel, feeling utterly stupid for breaking down like this.
“Oh no, babygirl, I’m so sorry for hurting your feelings.” Yeonjun pulls you in his arms, rocking you side to side. “You do know that gaming is my side hustle, right? And today is very important… I– but still, I’m sorry for making you feel like that. It’s not like that, I promise. Please don’t cry anymore, my angel baby, you know that I love you so much, don’t you?” He cradles your face in his hands, touching your foreheads together.
“All me–men do is lie.” You whine, sniffling. His face falls, arms pulling you in his chest.
“I love you, I love you, I love you. You might be my whiny little crybaby but you mean the world to me. Do you understand?”
You huff, leaning into his embrace. He’s quick to realize the subtle change in your mood. After a bit more, he stops rocking you, offering, “Do you want to cuddle with me when I play? Is that what you want, hm?” You nod after a few moments, a smile playing on his lips. How are you so adorable? It’s been more than a year and he still finds each of your antics very much endearing.
Yeonjun picks you up, heading straight to his game room. He’s been away for quite a long time and he wonders what has happened. Taking a seat on his gaming chair, he gently places you on top of him. Each of your knees rest by the side of his legs, your hands curling around his chest as you snuggle up to him. He helps you get comfortable, his hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear. “Where are all your clothes, baby?” His voice sends a shiver down your spine. You suddenly remember the real intention behind you coming up to visit him, your wet panties still sticking to your skin.
“It’s… it’s more comfortable like this, that’s why.” You mutter shyly, hoping that he won’t be able to catch your lie.
Yeonjun nods, understanding what you mean. “It’s okay baby, I know how uncomfortable bras are. And knowing that you prefer my clothes over yours for some unknown reason, I get it. I’m gonna turn on the mic and go back to playing now, try to keep silent, yeah?”
“Okay…”
He pecks your lips, wearing the headset and then you hear the sound of him clicking some keys on his keyboard behind you. Sighing, you nuzzle his chest. Maybe you shouldn’t disrupt him so soon.
The headset hums to life, several voices cutting in together. “Bro I thought you ‘d’ worded for real.” Soobin grunts.
Another voice intervenes, “Is everything okay with your gf?”
Yeonjun sighs, “So you guys joined another battle… I’m gonna assume that we lost the previous one?”
“Yeah well what else did you expect? Tyun was already out, and Beomgyu was barely surviving. Me and you were left but you decided to vanish into thin air because your girlfriend was disturbing you. God, I hate women so much. They never fucking understand. Anyways, what the hell happened between you two? She was fighting with you about gaming, wasn’t she? Did you break-up with her? Because I would have.”
Your hands turn into fists, grabbing a handful of your boyfriend’s hoodie. Yeonjun immediately feels your distress, kissing the top of your head before he replies. “Soobin, I get it. You’re single and you don’t know how relationships work. Refrain from babbling like a child, please. She’s here and she heard everything. Apologize.”
Someone guffaws at that, and a different voice chimes in. “Hey, Yeonjun didn’t tell me your name but I’m sorry on Soobin’s behalf… the second hand embarrassment I feel right now is unexplainable, lord. I’m Taehyun, by the way.”
You look up at Yeonjun for permission, and he nods. His eyes are focused on the screen, and he seems already invested in the new game. “Um… hi, Taehyun.” You try to not sound too awkward.
“Hey, as I said, don’t— Beomgyu! Watch behind you— yeah good— So what I was telling you, don’t mind Soobin.” Taehyun says back.
“Where is your apology, Soobin? I’m waiting.” Yeonjun skillfully handles his controller, a series of shooting noises ringing through the room. You look up at his headset confusedly, are the sounds supposed to be heard like this too?
“Yeah… um, well, I’m sorry, Yeonjun’s girlfriend. I’m really sorry. Women are cool. And I’m sure you are lovely! I take back everything I had previously said, please forgive me. Ooh a double pump, nice one, Yeonjun! Err, I— please don’t do anything, I’m still a virgin…” Soobin sounds scared, and you resist the urge to giggle. Others, however, burst into laughter, including Yeonjun.
A deep voice, which probably belongs to the guy named Beomgyu, manages to speak between fits of his laughter. “Oh my god, did you think your words through or did you just blurt out? I can’t, this is too funny. Wait, oh my god I need meds immediately.”
Yeonjun shakes his head with another laugh. “Soobin, I assure you that you’re safe, she can’t even hurt a fly. And about you being a virgin… you gotta take care of it yourself, man!”
“I hope you find someone who can be your first time!” you add on, earning another round of laughter from the guys.
“Aw, no, she’s a softie!” Taehyun comments and Beomgyu agrees. On the other hand, Soobin stutters out a ‘thank you’.
“Of course she’s a softie, she’s my angel baby.” Yeonjun says proudly. “Nice crack, Tyun!” He adds soon after.
“Holy fuck! Yeonjun you are so whipped! I can’t believe that you call her angel baby…” Beomgyu teases. Feeling flustered, you hide your face in your boyfriend’s chest.
“I guess I am… but she’s an angel baby either way. So pure and so baby.” Yeonjun tuts, enjoying the pleasant warmth radiating from your body as you bury your face in the soft material of his hoodie.
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The conversation has shifted back to strictly game related stuff for a while now. And you hate to say this, but you’re feeling impatient. Being this close to him, you can feel and listen to his heartbeat. And his cologne, intoxicating as usual, leaves your mind in a haze. You feel so incredibly sensitive, pressed up against his firm body. And your core pulsates with desire.
Desperate for some friction, you start rubbing yourself against him subtly. Your mouth finds its way to his neck, sucking on the skin in a hungry manner. Yeonjun stiffens up immediately. You feel his tense arms closing around you, but he refrains from making any sounds. Unhappy with his reaction, you grind your hips against his, letting out a whine, “Daddy…”
“Whoa, whoa, what—” Yeonjun mutes his mic and the speaker before Beomgyu can finish his sentence. However, he still focuses on the game, a growl escaping him.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
You’re basically rutting against him at this point, whimpers and whines falling off of your lips. “Want daddy…” you tease his earlobe with your teeth before whispering. It’s clear that he’s being affected, his semi-hardness now pressing into your clothed pussy.
“Not now, please, baby, don’t do this now.” His voice cracks at the end. But you only whine, slowly dragging your core against him. Yeonjun growls, putting his controller away to grip on your waist. “Why are you being such a brat today?”
You silently guide his right hand to your panties. He swears under his breath, feeling the moist warmth of cloth. Needy for his touch, you grind against his calloused and large hands. Biting his lip, he uses his left hand to bring you closer by your neck. Your nipples, hard and sensitive under the sheer cover of his white shirt, brushes against his chest in the process. A moan escapes you, his other hand massaging your clothed pussy.
“You think I can’t see through your naughty little tricks, dollface? I knew you were cockhungry the moment you opened the fucking door.” Yeonjun presses a hard kiss on your lips, slipping his hand past the waistband of your ruined underwear. A groan slips past his lips.
“Daddy, please… I just want you to play with me.” You rest your head on his shoulder. Two of his fingers glide across your drenched slit, avoiding where you need him the most. He retracts his hand from your neck, undoing the two buttons that were helping the shirt cover you. You arch your back as the cold air comes in contact with your hot skin.
“You’ve made such a mess, baby. What were you doing when you were alone downstairs?” Yeonjun finally lets his thumb press onto your clit. You gasp in pleasure, hands winding around his neck.
“I– I was lonely and– and I was thinking about you… aah– I thought about our first time. And–” You struggle to form coherent sentences. His thumb continues to stimulate your clitoris, his mouth on the nape of your neck.
“Mhm, go on,” he mutters before resuming his ministrations on your sweet spot.
“I was needy… I’m so sorry, oh god, I touched myself but it was not enough.”
Yeonjun trails hot, open-mouthed kisses up your neck and jaw. For a moment you think that he’s gonna kiss you, but his lips stop moving before it can reach yours.
“Did I hear that correctly? Angel baby played with her pussy while thinking about me fucking her dumb on our first night?” He smirks, feeling around your entrance with his middle finger.
You whine out of embarrassment. “It’s– not my fault!”
“I’m not blaming you, babygirl. It’s just so cute that you’re a whiny, wet mess for me. Can’t go without daddy’s cock stuffed in your little pussy, can you? I couldn’t even play the game. You would’ve started crying if I kept on playing.” Yeonjun removes his hand from your core, getting rid of the only piece of clothing left on your body. He cups your pussy with his right hand.
“Play with me instead… I’m better…” you trail off nervously at the end. Knowing you like the back of his hand, your boyfriend jumps to reassure you.
“You are, baby! That’s why I ditched the game for you. Daddy will never choose gaming over his pretty babydoll.”
“Really?” You give him the large, doe eyes, his heart melting. Gosh, he loves you.
“Really, really.”
You lean down to kiss him, your lips finally meeting for the first time today. Yeonjun hums in approval, cupping your face to take control. His mouth sucks on your lower lip, and you moan. Taking the advantage of the situation, he slips his tongue inside your mouth. He smiles in the kiss when he feels you pressing yourself on him eagerly. Before you can comprehend anything, he picks you up and changes your positions, never breaking the kiss. You’re pressed into the comfy chair as he hovers over you. Wandering hands find your perky breasts, kneading them roughly. Breathless, you pull away from the kiss, crying from both pleasure and pain, the lines blurred because of the euphoria surging through your veins.
“Daddy… fuck! Please, I need you…”
“Shhh, let daddy take care of your little body.” He moves to your breasts, immediately attacking one of your nipples with his mouth. Yeonjun alternates between licking and sucking, his hand tweaking the other nipple between his fingers. A vibrating sound comes from somewhere in the room, but you ignore it. Your body seems to be on fire under his touch.
When he’s satisfied with his work, he pulls away and blows cool air on your wet areola. You shudder from the feeling. Yeonjun focuses on the neglected nipple now, determined to leave you in a dazed state.
“Nngh– more!” Your cry echoes through the room. He presses butterfly kisses down your stomach as he gets down on his knees. You clench your thighs from anticipation. A smirk plays on his lips. Oh, he fucking adores you.
Face to face with your cute pussy, he groans. Starting from the puffy and wet lips to your eager hole and swollen nub — he is seeing heaven. You look at him with hooded eyes. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you are doing to me.”
“Daddy… please…” You move your legs impatiently, pouting. Yeonjun shakes his head with a laugh. But he decides to indulge in your little desire anyway. Flattening his tongue against your slit, he drags it upwards. The motion coaxes a mewl from you.
“Always so responsive.” He pushes your legs further apart, burying his face between them. For several seconds he just lazily licks all over your wetness. But then, he wraps his lips around your nether ones, suckling onto them soundly. Your hands immediately find his head, fingers threading through his dark hair strands. Yeonjun laps you up this time, his growl sending vibrations through your core.
The sounds you make are music to his ears. He presses his nose on your clit, inhaling your scent deeply before his tongue dives inside your waiting pussy. You pull onto his hair, writhing against his face. He’s so good, too good at this, your mind unable to think properly. The wet muscle repetitively enters you, eager to gather your nectar. It feels like you’re high, stomach tightening with each second.
“You taste so amazing, baby, you are so good for me.” Yeonjun moans, plucking his tongue out of your wet heat. You shiver and whine, wordlessly begging him for a release. He places both of your legs on his shoulder and bends you in a weird angle. Your body immediately complies.
“Ooh– oh, daddy!” you whimper, his mouth on your clit and two fingers inside your cunt. Your inner walls stretch immediately to give him space. He watches you with care, experimentally moving his fingers to gauge your reactions. “Mmm, yes…” you mewl softly, squeezing his fingers. Yeonjun picks up his pace eventually, wet sounds filling in the room. Your eyes are closed as you suddenly come undone, body going limp. He continues to finger your cunt throughout the orgasm, overstimulation soon blinding your senses.
“No– daddy, no more…” your thighs shake uncontrollably. You are unable to move but you try thrashing your legs, tears gathering in your eyes. Your nerve endings are over aware of every little thing happening to you at the moment. Yeonjun pulls away from your clit with a loud popping sound, his fingers coated with your slick all over.
“Shh, you’re doing so well for daddy. I just want to make sure that you’re well prepared for my cock.” He adds a third finger after that, pumping you mercilessly. Hypersensitive and body out of your control, you come once again, body shaking from the intensity of it. Yeonjun grunts, stopping his movements. “Open your mouth for me, angel.” You do as instructed. He retrieves his fingers from your pussy, shoving them inside your mouth gently. “Taste yourself,” he orders, your tongue gliding along his digits and sucking on them. Once you’re done, he replaces his fingers with his mouth, kissing you senseless. You tug on his hoodie, desperate to feel his bare skin against yours.
“Do you want that off, sweetheart?” He rests his forehead against yours, his hands stroking your sides. You nod eagerly. Yeonjun, as keen as you, pulls off the hoodie in one single tug, your eyes immediately drinking in his fit physique. Firm chest and defined abs… paired up with that face and his huge dick — he surely is a walking wet dream. Your hands reach out to him and he chuckles, pulling down his sweatpants before coming closer to you. “Is my baby happy now?”
You cling to his body, and to your surprise he picks you up in his arms once again. You only realize why once he presses you up against the nearby wall. Your legs wrap around his waist automatically. “Daddy,” you gasp, the cold surface pressing on your back spreading goosebumps over your skin. Yeonjun nuzzles your neck affectionately. “I want you in me, please,” you give him puppy dog eyes.
“Anything you want, love.” He pulls down his boxers with his left hand, his rock-hard member springing out of it’s confines and slapping against his toned tummy. Your body is cradled in his other hand. With a hiss, he strokes himself a few times, looking into your eyes with lust. “You know what to do, babygirl.”
“Please fuck me, daddy! I– I need your cock in me… my pussy is aching and I can’t— ah!” The rest of your sentence dies down in your throat when you feel the bulbous head of his cock penetrating you.
“I don’t know how you are still so fucking tight. Fuck, oh my god.” Yeonjun rasps, resting his head in the crook of your neck. Your back arches slightly, welcoming more of his thick and long cock inside you. As usual, it takes you both a few minutes to adjust, his cock buried all the way inside you.
“You feel so good, baby, pussy taking me so well.” He mutters as he starts moving slowly. His moves are slow and calculated, building up pace with each roll of his hips. You moan and whimper, already on cloud nine from the pleasure.
Yeonjun holds you close, his cock now slamming into your cunt. He manages to hit all those right spots inside you, often brushing against your cervix. Your moans and screams, paired up with his groans and the sound of skin slapping create a sinful melody of their own. “Oh, oh, daddy— I’m gonna come— ugh, ‘m—”
“Shh, shh, it’s okay, I got you, angel.” His words are completely opposite of the crude things he’s doing to you right now. You shudder, unable to move in any other way. Your orgasm builds up rapidly, suddenly flooding you with ecstasy as you cry out. Gummy walls clench around his cock helplessly, making it harder for him to move inside you. But Yeonjun is no quitter. He increases his pace, rutting into you roughly.
Completely spent from your back to back orgasms, you babble a string of incoherent words. “You have to give me another one, sweetheart, I know you can.”
“No– no, daddy! I– can’t!” you sob, nails digging into his shoulder. He growls like a wounded animal, sandwiching you between him and the wall. It doesn’t take your overstimulated body long to convulse in pleasure once again, a scream tearing itself from your throat. Yeonjun hisses, your walls clamping down onto his cock, and, a hot liquid squirting over his abdomen. His brain malfunctions for a moment before he realizes.
“Fuck it, babygirl.” With a few more thrusts, he reaches his high, emptying his load inside you. Thick ropes of his cum fill you in, some of it running down your thighs. Although you feel like you’ve ascended, you whine appreciatively. You’ve always loved the feeling of getting creampied. And that is the last thing you are able to register.
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Yeonjun waits for his recovery from the orgasm, your body entirely limp in his arms. He carries you both to the nearby bathroom once he has regained a bit of his energy. With utmost care, he cleans you up first, holding you close so that you are safe. He freshens up himself after he is done with you, carrying you back to the bedroom and tucking you in. You hum, immediately curling up under the blanket. He smiles, pressing a fond kiss on your forehead. “Rest well, baby. You were so amazing today. I love you.”
You smile sleepily, melting his heart for the umpteenth time. Sighing, Yeonjun goes back up to his game room to retrieve his clothes. After dressing up, he grabs his phone and is immediately shocked to see a lot of texts in the group chat he is in with Soobin, Beomgyu and Taehyun. He opens the chat nonchalantly, blood draining from his face soon after.
[Beomgyu, 3:17 pm] Uh? Turn your mic off? @Yeonjun???
[Taehyun, 3:21 pm] Okay yeah I’m quitting the game. I do not need a boner nor free porno asmr right now.
[Soobin, 3:30 pm] Wow… I’m… I don’t know what to say.
[Beomgyu, 3:33 pm] ??? DUDE ARE YOU STILL THERE
[Soobin, 3:45 pm] Yeah…
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sunshinerainbowsbts · 3 months ago
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Joyride | KTH & JJK
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Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: smut, strangers to lovers, College!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking pot, kissing, grinding, fingering, oral (f receiving), hand job, masturbation (m), voyeurism, exhibitionism, public sex, sex on a beach (not the drink), unprotected sex (with bc), threesome, finger sucking, dick piercing, Taehyung has an oral fixation, grand theft auto, a bitch gets slapped, that bitch is Jimin
Word Count: 12.8K
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Senior year spring break sucks, thanks to the annoying spoiled little rich boy who won't stop trying to get your attention. When a scenic drive in his ridiculously expensive sports car goes wrong, you meet two sexy mechanics who decide to teach him a lesson - and show you the real meaning of "joyride."
Destination: Miami, FL
A/N: Written as part of the Spring Break-ing The Rules collab hosted by @btshoneyhive! For some reason, when I read the prompt "breaking the rules," Taehyung and Jungkook immediately jumped to mind as the likely rulebreakers. Who wouldn't want to go for a forbidden joyride with those two?
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕
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The wind whips around you as the bright red sports car speeds down the bridge. The scenery outside your open window steals your breath away–nothing but clear blue skies above and tranquil turquoise waters below. Resting your arm on the molding, feeling the sun’s brilliant rays gently kiss your skin, you wish for the hundredth time that you were somewhere, anywhere other than paradise right now. 
“Hey sweetie?”
Clenching your jaw, you turn away from the stunning view outside the Lamborghini and face the source of your desire to be elsewhere. Sitting in the driver’s seat, one hand lazily resting on the wheel, sunglasses slightly lowered on his nose as he looks at you, Jimin flashes you a sickeningly sweet smile.  
“Can you close your window just a little? It’s starting to mess up my hair.” 
Oh, god forbid one strand of his luscious blonde locks should fall out of place. With a nod, you press the button to roll your window up, suppressing another sigh. 
When this trip ends and you get back to campus, you’re never letting your roommate make another decision for you, ever again.
Two months ago, you’d been standing in the tiny kitchen in your apartment, frowning at the hot plate that was taking way too long to heat up, when Jang-Mi had burst through the door. 
“Roooomieeee!” “In the kitchen!”
She’d bounded into the room, beaming from ear to ear, giggling like mad. You knew immediately the source of her elation. 
“What did Hoseok do today?” 
Hoseok was your roommate’s crush and the president of Beta Tau Sigma, the fraternity with the reputation for the wildest parties and the hottest members. Not to mention the richest - the entire frat seemed to consist of nothing but trust fund babies and the heirs to every mega-successful corporation in the country. Unfortunately, they always acted like they were entitled to whatever they wanted because of their wealth. 
As you loved to tell Jang-Mi, you can’t spell “spoiled brats” without BTS. 
For three years, you’d watched your friend moon over this (admittedly handsome, devilishly charming) man as he fucked his way around campus, before he finally shone his sunshiney smile her way. They’d been flirting up a storm in the last few weeks, and based on how she was practically dancing around the kitchen, you deduced that he must’ve finally made a move. 
“Pack your bags, roomie, we’re going to Miami!”
Once she was finished bouncing around the room, Jang-Mi explained that Beta Tau had reserved several floors of a swanky hotel in Miami for spring break, and one of the rooms was suddenly vacant thanks to a brother whose travel plans had already changed, so Hoseok had offered it to Jang-Mi. 
For free. 
Hoseok was your favorite of Beta Tau’s members, the only one who didn’t try to get by on his money and good looks alone, so if any of them were going to be generous, it’d be him. But still–without knowing the hotel, you could pretty much guarantee it was opulent and overpriced, so giving away a room to your roommate for an entire week was pretty incredible. He must’ve genuinely liked her.
“Are you serious? He’s offering you a spring break trip for free?”
Jang-Mi’s giddy effervescence was only slightly punctured by your incredulous tone. “Well, not the whole trip–we’d still have to find our way to Miami and back, but he’s giving us the room for free! He said the floors were paid for by one of the brothers’ dads, so there’s no need for me to give him any money for it. I’ve already been researching and there are some cheap flights and–you should really be more excited about this! Come on, senior year spring break! For cheeeeap!”
“You know, if you take the room, you’re probably going to have to fuck him,” you tease her. Jang-Mi rolled her eyes. “Oh, grow up, you know it’s not like that. But let’s be real, I’m already planning to, anyway. Come onnnnn, roomie!”
It wasn’t as if you weren’t dying to get away, anyway. Four years of busting your ass to get into medical school were coming to a head, exams and applications and interviews finally about to pay off, and you needed a fucking break. A chance to relax, have some fun. Why not Miami? Sure, when you pictured yourself on spring break, you didn’t imagine it’d be with the Beta Tau brats, but whatever, you could probably sneak away and plant yourself on the beach for a week without seeing any of them. 
You definitely weren’t in any position to turn down a free room, and you certainly weren’t about to let Jang-Mi go alone. 
“Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s go to Miami!”
Like you’d assumed, the hotel you were staying at was extravagant, a towering modern monolith of steel and glass glittering in the blinding Florida sun. The other hotel guests milling about at the entrance looked way posher than broke college students like you and your roommate, and a million miles (maybe a million dollars) away from the crowd at the motel you’d stayed at during last year’s spring break trip to Myrtle Beach. Somehow, you couldn’t picture these people setting up a slip-n-slide on the staircase between floors or drinking jungle juice out of a tub. 
Which was okay with you. All you wanted from this trip was the chance to relax, anyway. 
As you were dragging your suitcase off the airport shuttle, the sound of squealing tires caught your ear. A shiny red sports car zoomed into view, coming to a stop inches from where you and Jang-Mi stood, Lamborghini logo sparkling in the sun. An absolutely stunning blond man climbed out of the driver’s seat, clad in a green and white Gucci bomber jacket, and flipped his keys to the valet. He caught you looking and flashed you a charming smile and a wink. 
“Ooh, well, hello,” Jang-Mi muttered under her breath. “Looks like your ride is here, roomie.” 
You merely laughed as the two of you entered the lobby behind Mr. Gucci. Opulent didn’t even begin to describe the place–ornate chandeliers dripped from the ceiling, lighting the cavernous dark wood and chrome lobby. Fresh flowers decorated every surface, and a wall of windows behind the reception desk gave you a view of the dazzling courtyard, where three large pools laid separated by lounge chairs and palm trees. 
You could already see yourself lying on one of those chairs, all alone, sipping a cocktail from the cabana bar, enjoying the sun in silence.  Jang-Mi and Hoseok could have your room for the week, as far as you were concerned–you could just camp out by the pool 24/7. 
“Jimin!” At the sound of Hoseok’s voice, you and Jang-Mi turned towards the elevators. Hoseok emerged with a wide smile plastered across his handsome face, and strode across the lobby to hug Mr. Gucci. After a few seconds, Hoseok spotted Jang-Mi. “Mi-Mi! You’re here!” 
He quickly embraced your roommate, and you suddenly became interested in your luggage tags as the two of them greeted each other only using their tongues. Once they came up for air, introductions were made. 
“This is Jimin. We grew up together–our dads are business partners. He’s studying at the University of Florida.” Hoseok grins. “Actually, he’s not doing any studying this week. He’s blowing off his classes to join us for our spring break!” The two men then proceeded to perform a complicated handshake ending in both of them miming throwing back shots and slapping asses, making Jang-Mi giggle while you fought the urge to roll your eyes.
Must’ve been nice to be able to take two spring break trips in a year without worrying about classes or other responsibilities. If only you’d been born into a wealthy family, too. 
“Jimin, this is Jang-Mi, the girl I’ve been telling you about.” 
Jimin grabbed your roommate’s hand and pressed his plump lips to it as she giggled again. “Lovely to meet you. Hobi’s been talking my ear off about you.” 
“And this is Jang-Mi’s roommate, YN.” 
It was your turn to feel Jimin’s full attention, and holy hell, did you feel it. He lightly grasped your hand, fingers rubbing your knuckles as he brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently with his pillowy pink lips. His touch sent goosebumps rippling down your arms, and you couldn’t deny that he was hot as fuck as his gaze raked over you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he purred your name. 
“Likewise.” 
“Jimin was just about to show me his new toy,” Hoseok informed you and Jang-Mi. 
“Yeah, got my graduation gift a little early,” Jimin grinned. 
“I can’t believe your dad got you a Huracán EVO Spyder,” Hoseok shook his head. “Sick.” 
“He bought you a spider?” Jang-Mi blurted in horror. “Spiders are so creepy!”
Hoseok burst into laughter, pulling Jang-Mi into a hug. “You’re so cute! It’s a car, babe.”
Jimin sniffed imperiously. “Yeah, my dad had her specially made–most come with a double-clutch system but he had them put in a classic manual transmission for me. She’s my second Lambo. First one was okay, but this one–she’s got some wicked power under the hood. Maxes out at 200 mph.” He grinned, leaning towards you. “Are you the kind of girl who likes to go fast? Wanna go for a ride?” 
Just as quickly as your desire for this man had appeared, it suddenly evaporated. Jimin was just another spoiled little rich boy, with cheesy lines to boot. Why did they always seem to go hand-in-hand? Oh, right, they assumed you’d swoon over their money and didn’t expect to have to work for your attention, so why bother to come up with something clever?
Hoseok saved you from having to answer. “I’ll text you when we get back and we can maybe make some dinner plans?” he asked your roommate, who nodded enthusiastically. “Cool. See you ladies later!” 
“Come on, I wanna get checked in so I can start planning my outfit for dinner!” Jang-Mi squealed, and you shook your head at her adorable excitement as you followed her to the reception desk. She was really crazy about Hoseok.
Once in your room, the two of you prepared for your evening. You tried to freshen up enough to look like you weren’t currently experiencing wicked jet lag while Jang-Mi primped as if she were preparing for a runway show, full hair and makeup going once she’d finally settled on a dress to wear. 
She suddenly turned to you with a solemn look, putting her curling iron down. “Roomie, I’m nervous.”
Applying a coat of mascara to your lashes, you blinked in the mirror. “Nervous about what?”
“I mean, I really like Hoseok! More than I thought I did, you know? Like…”
“Like beyond just wanting to jump his bones?” 
She nodded so seriously that you couldn’t help but laugh. “Jang-Mi! That’s wonderful! So what do you have to be nervous about?”
“I’m just afraid I’ll mess it up somehow! Like I’ll get in my head and say something stupid or do something cringe or maybe I’ll accidentally tell him I like him and he won’t feel the same and then I’ll–”
You cut her off before she ran out of breath and collapsed into a pile of gasping anxiousness. “Okay, okay, I get it. I think you’re already psyching yourself out over nothing–the man obviously wants you here, he gave you a free room to come and hang out with him–but I get it.” 
Jang-Mi worriedly twisted the cord of her curler. “Will you make me a promise, roomie?”
“Anything.”
“Can you–can you just hang out with me this week and help keep me calm like you do? So I can be around Hoseok without making an idiot of myself?”
The image of you lying on one of those lounge chairs, soaking up the sun in blissful silence, vanished before your eyes as you smiled at your roommate. “I will stick by your side and give you all the support you need to finally get your man, okay? I promise.”
So that’s just what you did. Whatever Jang-Mi wanted to do, you also did. Sunbathing on the beach? Shopping at luxury boutiques? Visiting the hotel spa? If Jang-Mi went, so did you. And so did Hoseok, of course, which was fine.
But unfortunately, if Hoseok was there, that meant Jimin was, too.
It only took about five minutes of talking to Jimin to realize he was absolutely not your type. Your assumptions about him being the type of man to flaunt his wealth proved to be true as he bragged about his car and mentioned his family’s vacation homes in Rome, Tokyo, and the Hamptons all within the answer to your opening question, “So, what did you do on your other spring break?” 
You tried, you really did. Knowing that Jang-Mi was worried about things going smoothly with Hoseok meant that you had to watch your tongue around Jimin, fearing that upsetting him might upset Hoseok. So you kept trying to engage him in conversation in the hopes of finding something you might have in common. Not that he ever bothered to ask you anything about yourself, always steering the conversation back to himself any time you attempted to jump in with something remotely relevant from your own life. 
He was an absolutely shameless flirt, too. Unfortunately, his personality (or lack thereof) was too much of a turn-off for you, so you continuously avoided his advances, politely rebuffing him as best you could, hoping he’d eventually get tired and pursue any of the BTS groupies who had also flocked to Miami for spring break with the boys. 
But rejection appeared to be a foreign concept to Jimin, and instead of discouraging him, it simply made him try even harder. And he started using his considerable wealth to do it. He paid for all of your meals, bought you drinks at every bar and club that your group visited, even slapped down his black card when you pondered splurging on the best package at the spa. No matter how much you argued with him or attempted to slip your own (debit) card to the staff, Jimin managed to scoop up the bill every time. 
At first you’d felt guilty, but you quickly got over it the more you were subjected to his dull monologues (you can’t call it a conversation if one person does all the talking, can you?). Not to mention the incessant pick-up lines, each one worse than the last. By the time the week was half over, you’d stopped caring and simply accepted him buying everything as your payment for putting up with him. 
And now you’re here, stuck in a ridiculously expensive car zipping down US Highway 1 towards the Florida Keys, with the most noxious man–no, boy–you’ve ever met. Hoseok and Jang-Mi are in the car ahead of you, another fancy Lamborghini that Hoseok rented for the day, since there are no backseats in Jimin’s car. The plan is to go snorkeling, and you’re excited that you’ll get a little break from Jimin for once because he won’t be able to talk your ears off underwater. 
If you guys even make it to the Keys, that is. For all his talk about his beloved Lambo, Jimin’s clearly spent very little time behind the wheel and doesn’t appear to really understand how a clutch works. You, on the other hand, know how to drive stick, and you recognize that the constant grinding sound every time he shifts is most definitely not a good sign. 
He’s either playing it cool or legitimately doesn’t seem to see any reason for worry as he grins, fingers curling around the shifter again. “Traffic is thinning. Let’s open her up a little, shall we?” he asks rhetorically, and as he toggles the knob, stepping down on the clutch, the car lets out an ear-splitting shriek of metal-on-metal and begins to vibrate. “Uh. Fuck. Let me try…” He shifts again, and the squealing sound intensifies. “Fuck!” 
“Is everything okay?” you ask, knowing full well the answer is no. 
“Yeah, sweetie, no worries.” His smile is dazzling but his sunglasses are still lowered enough for you to see the fear in his eyes. He presses a few buttons on his console and Hoseok’s voice suddenly blares through the speakers.
“Jimin? What’s up?” 
“Hey, the Lambo’s kinda making this weird noise.” As if to corroborate his story, the car squeaks again. “I’m going to pull over for a second to try to figure it out.” 
“Do you want us to stop with you?” 
“Nah, keep going and we’ll catch up. I’m sure we’ll be back on the road in a few minutes.” 
But fifteen minutes later, you’re still sitting on the side of the road, sighing heavily as Jimin scrolls agitatedly through his phone. He’d lowered the roof, at least, so you’re getting a nice breeze as you wait impatiently for him to realize that he’s going to need a professional to fix whatever’s wrong with his car.
Finally, he lowers his phone. “Maybe something just got caught in the engine? Let’s head back out and see if we still hear it.” 
He flips the ignition, steps on the gas, then steps on the clutch. Nothing happens. He repeats the steps, to no avail. With an angry curse, he slams the shifter back into park and kills the engine again. 
“I think we’re going to need a tow truck,” you declare, pulling out your own phone. 
“No way. A tow truck driver will take one look at this car and charge me double what he’d charge anyone else.” 
You can’t help yourself. You laugh right in his handsome face. The man who has been throwing his credit card around all week is suddenly feeling frugal? “You’re seriously worried about paying too much?” 
“It all adds up,” he informs you sagely, and you roll your eyes. “Let me see if I can figure this out.” 
“Well, if you’re not going to call for a tow, what exactly is your plan?”
He shrugs. “You can find anything on the internet. There has to be some article somewhere that will tell me what to do.” 
“Ah, right. I forgot, mechanics don’t even undergo training anymore - they just sit in their shops and Google ‘how to make car go’ all day.”
Jimin’s smile disappears as he glowers a little. “Look, just give me a minute, okay?” His fingers fly over his phone again. 
“I’ll give you ten. And then I’m calling a tow.” 
Twenty minutes later, Jimin sulks quietly while you wait for the tow truck to arrive. You’d managed to find a shop that specializes in imports like his Lamborghini, but it’s back in Miami city limits. So much for Key Largo and snorkeling. 
You’re expecting panic from Jang-Mi when you tell her as much, figuring she’ll insist on making Hoseok double back for you, or even send you a rideshare, but to your surprise, she’s totally fine. 
“You know, this might be for the best!” she has the audacity to tell you when you slip out of the car to call her. “Things are going really well with Hoseok today. I think we’re okay on our own!”
Well then. “That’s great! But what the fuck am I supposed to do now instead?” 
“I don’t know, just keep Jimin company, I guess? He’s probably going to be upset if his car’s fucked up.” 
You haven’t told Jang-Mi how much Jimin repels you, not wanting to burst her happy little Hoseok bubble, so you bite your tongue again instead of stating your desire to ditch him as soon as possible. “Yeah. I guess. Hopefully the shop can fix whatever’s wrong quickly enough that the whole day isn’t shot.”
Jimin triggers the mechanism to close the roof as you climb back into the car. You’re contemplating telling Jimin you’re going to call a rideshare when a gigantic black truck slowly pulls over in front of you. The license plate reads “BEOM 1.” “This must be the guy from Tiger Motors,” you sigh thankfully. 
A tall, vibrantly purple-haired man dressed in a greasy pair of navy coveralls climbs out of the cab of the truck and ambles back towards Jimin’s car. He saunters, really, his walk a little bow-legged but confident. When he reaches the driver’s side, he slowly lowers himself until his face appears in the window. 
“Howdy. Y’all need a ride?” He grins at Jimin, and then his gaze shifts to you, and you literally feel your breath stick in your throat as his smile shifts into a smirk. The man is absolutely gorgeous, dark brows setting off deep brown eyes and a plump lower lip adorned with a spider bite piercing on the right adding to his beauty. Multiple other piercings dot his brow and nose, twinkling as they catch the sunlight reflecting off of the driver’s side mirror. 
“What do you think?” Jimin grumbles petulantly, and the man just laughs, thumbing towards the truck. 
“C’mon, go take a seat in the truck. I’ll be done here in a minute.” He strolls away to prepare the towing mechanism. 
Jimin reaches the cab first, and you wait for him to open the passenger’s door for you, but he just leans against the vehicle with his arms crossed, so you sigh and yank it open yourself. He really doesn’t seem to like that you took charge, and is choosing to act like a huffy baby about it. 
The tow truck only has a bench seat in it, so you slide into the middle of the cab to make room for Jimin beside you, carefully arranging the skirt of your short sundress so it covers your bare thighs. 
Jimin stares out the side window as you wait, arms still folded. Even when the driver joins the two of you, he doesn’t turn to acknowledge him. If you’d known all it would take to get Jimin to ignore you was taking charge, you would’ve done this day one. 
The three of you ride in absolute stillness for a few minutes before the tow truck driver clears his throat. “Spring break?” 
“Hmm?” You tear your eyes from the highway to glance at the driver. The light streaming through the window filters through his violet locks, giving him a soft glow. 
“You two on spring break?” 
“Oh. Yeah.”
“Mmm.” A hush falls over the cab after your short answer. You turn back to the windshield, the dotted white lines on the road lulling you into a hypnotic trance, only to startle slightly when something brushes your thigh. Glancing down, you see the driver’s hand on the stick shift, which is currently close enough to your leg that his hand rests against it. 
“Sorry, it gets a little crowded in here with three,” he apologizes, moving his hand. 
“No worries.” You’re transfixed by his arm. Tattoos cover nearly every inch of visible skin, flowing from his bicep all the way down onto the back of his hand, and you realize there’s another sleeve of ink on his other arm as well. And then he catches you staring, and you feel your face heating as he shoots you a quick wink. You snap your head back so quickly, your neck cracks. 
“It’ll be about another ten or fifteen minutes until we reach the shop,” he informs you. “I can turn the radio on, if you’d like?” 
Jimin seems content to continue ignoring the two of you, so you answer. “Sure, thank you, uh…” 
“Jungkook.” 
“Thanks, Jungkook.” 
With another smile, this one softer, his long fingers twist the knob on the console and music fills the air. Again, you find yourself watching his hands as he drives, and it quickly dawns on you just how ridiculously horny you are. 
It’s been weeks since you’ve had the time to go out and get laid. You’re always too busy for anything serious, but lately you’ve also been too occupied to find the time to scratch that particular itch with your usual no-strings hookups. And while your main plans for this week were originally to find some peace and quiet alone, part of you was also hoping to sneak in a few quick trysts in between naps by the pool.
And then Jang-Mi made her request and Jimin glued himself to your side and any hope of getting in even just one good quick fuck went right down the drain. 
So you find yourself gawping at the handsome man whose strong hand keeps flitting against your thigh, and you wonder if he can feel the goosebumps that arise there every time. 
Gnawing on your lip, you wait for the next brush, and when his hand skims against your leg again, you push back. Just a little. 
Jungkook’s eyebrow quirks, a silent confirmation that he felt your touch. His hand glides by again, and this time you watch the stick shift and realize he’s not even changing gears, and you wonder if he even has been this whole time. 
Jimin is still facing away from you, pretending neither of you exist. 
One more touch, and you raise your leg off the seat slightly, nudging harder. You glance at Jungkook’s profile and witness his tongue darting out to lick his lips, catching a brief glimpse of silver on the pink muscle. Another piercing. Your attention is suddenly drawn away by his pinky as it hooks itself under the hem of your skirt, pulling the cottony material up just an inch or so as he draws his hand back. It’s enough to make you nearly gasp as his finger dances up your thigh, tracing patterns into your skin. 
You can feel yourself starting to grow damp and shift slightly in your seat, clamping your legs together. Fuck, you must really be hard up if you’re getting wet from just this. 
Jungkook fiddles with the radio, turning the volume up. He glances at you. “Is this okay?” And then his hand lands on your thigh, bypassing the stick shift completely. To Jimin’s turned back, it would appear that he’s asking about the music. 
“Yeah,” you breathe, eyes focused on the long fingers lightly gripping the soft flesh of your upper leg. His palm is warm, heating you despite the AC blasting throughout the cab, and the contrasting sensation makes you shiver. 
Jungkook slowly slides his hand underneath your skirt. You bite your lip as hard as you can, doing your best to keep your heavy breathing down enough that the music covers you. His gaze never leaves the road, but you glance at Jungkook’s face as his fingers slip between your thighs and graze your underwear, finding how drenched they are, and his eyes widen briefly before he smirks, spider bites glinting as his lips twitch.
“Are you getting close?” Jimin whines, his voice cutting through the air like the annoying squawk of an airhorn, making you jump. Jungkook’s hand is back on the steering wheel before Jimin finishes twisting in his seat. “Has it been fifteen minutes yet?” 
He’s wearing a ridiculously expensive Patek Philippe on his wrist, so there’s no reason he can’t answer that for himself, but you don’t point that out as Jungkook just grins. 
“Shop’s right there,” he indicates with a wave of his hand as the truck turns off the highway. 
The garage is quiet, a few other luxury vehicles scattered about in various states of repair. Once Jungkook finishes detaching the Lamborghini from the tow truck, Jimin immediately corners him. 
“Exactly how long is this going to take?”
Jungkook shrugs. “We gotta run diagnostics first, to see what the issue is. Once we know that, we’ll know how long it’ll take to fix her up.” He pats the hood of the car tenderly. 
Jimin frowns. “And once you know the problem, you’ll start working right away to fix it, right? Or do we have to wait for you to finish the other cars first?” He cranes his neck, scanning the garage’s waiting area. “I don’t see anyone here waiting, so we should get priority, right?” 
“You in a big hurry to get back to your kegger?” Jungkook leans his lanky frame against the Lamborghini’s hood, and Jimin’s eyes narrow.
“Can you please not sit on the car? I just had her waxed!” 
Jungkook raises his hands as he straightens up. “No problem, man. Let me grab my boss and we’ll get going on the diagnostics, okay? He can answer all the other questions you undoubtedly have.” He wanders off towards the garage’s little office as you give Jimin a look. 
“Is that how you usually talk to your mechanic?” 
Jimin squares his shoulders. “Look, sometimes you have to be firm with these people. Otherwise, they’ll walk all over you and charge you twice what they’re worth while they do it.”
Crossing your arms, you just sigh, hoping Jang-Mi is having the time of her life right now with Hoseok. 
When Jungkook returns, he has another unbelievably handsome man in tow, dressed in matching overalls covered in dirt and grease, with thick curls barely restrained by a bandana. As he peers at you with dark, alluring eyes, a thin white stick dangles between his full lips, and he tugs on it slightly, revealing a cherry red lollipop. 
“I’m Taehyung. Welcome to my shop. Jungkook said you had some questions for me,” he says in a calm, clear voice full of bass, and you realize you’re once again gawking as the man breaks eye contact with Jimin long enough to wink at you. It occurs to you that Jungkook might have told him about what the two of you were up to in the tow truck, and you glance away as your neck starts to heat.
Jungkook jerks his thumb towards the waiting area. “You can have a seat in there,” he murmurs to you as Jimin starts firing off questions at Taehyung. “They might be a while.” 
You nod gratefully, happy to slip away from Jimin for a few minutes.
Eventually, he comes to join you. “Well, that was a waste of time. They couldn’t tell me when we can expect to be out of here or what sort of cost I’m looking at or anything.” 
“Mmm,” you reply, not bothering to remind him that they have to run their tests to diagnose the problem first, knowing he won’t listen. “So, should we get a ride out of here…?” You hold up your phone, where you already have your rideshare app open. 
Jimin scoffs. “You want to pay for surge pricing right now? It’s spring break, those companies are all charging triple what they should!” He throws himself into one of the plastic chairs sitting against the wall. “Besides, I don’t want to leave my baby here alone with those two.” 
His baby? Blech. 
“Well, I don’t mind paying for a lift, so I’m just going to head back to the hotel, if that’s okay with you.” 
The pout leveled your way is quite powerful. If you were a weaker woman, you’d be on your knees right now, trying to console Jimin as he gazes at you pitifully. “You’re going to ditch me? First Hoseok, now you?” His lower lip is practically dragging on the ground. “Fine. Just go. You know what, maybe I’ll see if Hoseok and Jang-Mi are done snorkeling yet–maybe Hoseok will come keep me company.” 
As much as you might be annoyed with your roommate, you’re not about to let Jimin cockblock her. Jang-Mi is going to owe you big time when this trip is over. Like, firstborn-big. 
“No, don’t do that,” you sigh. As gracefully as you can, you flop into the seat next to him. “I’ll stay.” 
After thirty-or-so minutes of scrolling on your phone, Jungkook pops his head into the waiting area. “We’ve narrowed it down, if you want to come look.” He strolls away without waiting for an answer, and Jimin follows, and so do you, out of sheer boredom. 
As soon as you reach the car, Taehyung launches into an explanation of the issue. You’re only half-listening, too distracted by the way his rather plush lips form the words as he says them, but you catch that the issue has to do with the clutch. “It’s surprising,” he drawls in his deep voice, “given how few miles you have on her, the clutch mechanism shouldn’t be worn out already, but it’s definitely ground down.” 
“And what would cause that?” Jimin asks.
“Not knowing how the fuck to drive stick,” Jungkook mutters under his breath behind you. You tip your head to catch his eye, and smile at the way his nose wrinkles when he grins back. 
“Could just be that the part was defective to begin with,” Taehyung states, and you marvel at his diplomatic answer. “But the good news is, we have a replacement on hand, and we can definitely get you fixed up today.” 
“How long, and how much?” 
“About two to three hours. As for the cost, here is our estimate.” Taehyung holds out a piece of paper. Jimin snatches it up as his eyebrows disappear beneath his perfectly coiffed hair. 
“Uh. I need to make a phone call.” As he heads towards the shop’s entrance to step outside, you catch the beginning of his conversation. “Hey, Dad, remember when you said I couldn’t have the limit on my credit card raised any more? Well….” 
It’s just you and the two mechanics now. You shift from one foot to the other, hands in the pockets of your skirt, not quite knowing how to make small talk, when Jungkook gently pats the hood of the Lamborghini. 
“It’s a damn shame that this beauty is being wasted on that prick.” He runs a hand along the hood of the car, long fingers skimming lightly over the curve of the metal. “He clearly has no idea what he’s doing with her.”
“No kidding,” Taehyung pipes up. “That clutch is so worn down. I’m not sure how he did that. Ride it constantly, maybe?” 
You snort, unable to suppress a snipe. “With him, it’s more likely that he talked it to death.” 
Taehyung’s smile is slightly boxy and sends a wave of warmth flaring through your body as you share a laugh. Meanwhile, Jungkook giggles delightedly, and for the first time today you feel yourself relax a little, content to be in their company while Jimin is still outside, obviously begging daddy for more money. 
Taehyung wanders around the other side of Jimin’s car. “But you do have a point, Kook. She’s obviously way more than he can manage–I mean, just look at her. You can tell it’s been too long since she was last handled properly.” He sucks on his candy, eyes shining impishly as he peers at you and not the car. “Bet it’s been ages since anything got her motor revving.” 
“Maybe we should take her for a spin, hyung. Really open her up, get her purring.” Jungkook’s looking at you now, too, a knowing grin on his face.
The garage feels a bit stifling all of a sudden, and you wonder if you’re flushing as the two men smirk at you. 
“Do the two of you usually take your, uh, client’s cars out for a ride?”
“We’re professionals. We follow a strict code of conduct.” Taehyung assures you. “We’d never do anything to break our clients’ trust. But…” He caresses the roof of the car as he pops the lollipop out of his mouth. “Sometimes we bend the rules a little, don’t we, Kook?”
“That’s right. And I’m just suggesting we give her what she wants,” Jungkook replies, lowering his ear to the hood. “Can’t you hear that? She’s just dying for someone who knows what they’re doing to take her for a little joyride.” 
“Like I said, we’re professionals.” Taehyung leans over the car, tongue flicking out to recapture the lollipop. His eyes roam over you slowly, like he’s drinking you in inch by inch and savoring every sip. “And we’re not satisfied until everyone is satisfied. So we should give her whatever she wants. Whatever she needs.” 
There’s absolutely no question what they’re talking about now, and the implication has your clit throbbing with need, wetness growing between your thighs again.
Naturally, this is when Jimin reappears. 
“All right. Do what you have to do to get us back on the road.” He holds out his credit card to Taehyung, who nods. Then he pivots on his heel and heads for the waiting area, and once again you’re alone with the two mechanics, but the spell is broken now, and you slink back to the hard plastic chair by Jimin’s side to wait. No matter what you do to distract yourself and pass the time, though, all you can think about is how insanely jealous you are of the Lamborghini, with her hood propped open and two pairs of skillful hands buried deep inside her. 
Nearly three hours later, after you’ve scrolled so far on your phone that you’re sure you’ve hit the end of the internet, the Lamborghini is ready. Jimin is super cranky, so eager to get out of there that he has the car thrown into reverse before you’ve even stepped inside. 
“Thank you,” you say to the mechanics, thanking them for Jimin who barely grunted at them after getting his receipt, but also thanking them for yourself, for making your day a little less shitty than the rest of your week. Sure, it would’ve been even better if either of them had actually taken you for that “joyride” they’d mentioned, but the suggestion alone was enough to lift your spirits, just a bit. 
“You’re welcome,” Taehyung inclines his head. 
“Enjoy your evening,” Jungkook gives you a crooked grin. Both men wave as Jimin peels out of the parking lot, tires screeching loudly. Regret slices through you, a cut that feels like a missed opportunity, a connection denied, but you don’t dwell on it. It seems silly to think too much about what could’ve been. You don’t like to play the “if only” game. 
As you and Jimin rush back to the hotel, you decide you’re going to do something about your unrelenting horniness tonight. Even if you have to bang a server in the bathroom at dinner or fuck someone behind the dumpster at the club afterward, you are going to get laid if it’s the last thing you do. You just have to figure out how to get Jimin off your back for five minutes first. 
Jang-Mi practically floats into your room when she returns from her snorkeling date with Hoseok. She twirls around a few times, humming to herself, stopping when you step out of the bathroom. “Whoa, roomie!” She whistles as you model your dress for her, a short, backless satin halter dress that leaves very little to the imagination. It’s by far the skimpiest piece of clothing you brought with you, something you’d picked up on a whim while shopping for your trip. 
“Is it too much?” you inquire as you study yourself in the mirror on the closet door. 
“Depends. What look are you going for?” 
“I was thinking something along the lines of ‘extremely fuckable.’”
“Oh, you achieved that! I’ll be surprised if you make it to dinner–Jimin’s going to rip that off you the first chance he gets.” Jang-Mi combs through her suitcase, missing the rude face you make at Jimin’s name. 
“I’m not averse to this dress ending up in tatters if it nets me at least one good orgasm. I might explode without one soon.” 
“Says the future doctor.” 
“Shut up. You know what I mean. It’s just been too long since someone else got me off.” 
“Hmmm, can’t relate,” Jang-Mi singsongs as she waltzes into the bathroom. 
“Ohhhh, you mean you two finally…”
“Yep!” Jang-Mi sticks her tongue between her teeth, wiggling it lasciviously. “Hobi and I spent a little time in the shower together at the beach after we were done snorkeling. When I tell you that that man has a strong stroke game, roomie!” she squeals, and the two of you spend the rest of the hour giggling over the sordid details of Hoseok’s impressive skills. By the time you leave for dinner, you’re even more committed to getting your own happy ending, no matter what it takes. 
Of course, the universe does not make it easy for you.
Dinner is a total bust. Somehow the trauma of his poor baby’s breakdown (which he caused) makes Jimin even clingier than usual, and he parks himself at the table close enough to sling an arm over the back of your chair. One might think he’s doing it to seek comfort, but to you it just feels weirdly territorial. All of the waitstaff at the restaurant are too busy meeting the frat boys’ impatient demands for you to attempt to flirt with any of them. Jimin’s obviously not an option, and the only other BTS brothers you’d even consider–the quiet, pink-haired Yoongi or the hilarious, almost-too-handsome-to-be-real Seokjin–are both already sloshed, having pregamed in their hotel room, so they’re both no-gos. 
Somehow, this long fucking day just keeps getting longer, but you’re not giving up. 
After dinner, the party relocates to yet another club. This one blurs together with the others you’ve visited earlier in the week, another cramped room packed full of spring breakers closely gyrating  in the flashing lights. Shots are ordered and you quickly tip yours back before someone orders a second round. It’s when the server returns with the drinks that you glance around and realize you’re basically alone. 
Jimin sits at a table to your left, talking to one of the other BTS brothers–Namjoon, maybe? You’re not entirely certain of his name, since you mainly refer to him as “Sexy Hulk” when talking to Jang-Mi about him. To your right, Yoongi and Seokjin are playing some sort of drinking game that they both appear to be losing, based on how they can’t seem to stand up straight without starting to fall over. Behind you, Hoseok has Jang-Mi pinned to the wall with his tongue down her throat. 
Well, fuck all this. Snatching Hoseok and Jang-Mi’s untouched shots, you down them one-two in rapid succession, then stalk off towards the dance floor. 
As the music swirls around you, you tip your head back, running your fingers over your hair and down your neck. The bass thumps through you, driving all that irritation, all that endless frustration of your horrible trip far, far away. 
All week long, you’ve been holding yourself back, trying to be polite and not cause any trouble for Jang-Mi’s sake. This means you’ve been quieter. Smaller. Less than. But here now, under the strobe lights, surrounded by the crush of bodies losing themselves in the music, you let go. Break free. Arms raised, eyes closed, you give yourself over to the rhythm and surrender to the beat.
A hand brushes lightly over your hip.
Opening your eyes, you twirl in the direction of the glancing touch. A pair of dark eyes gleam at you from a face you never thought you’d see again.
The purple-haired mechanic’s lips twitch at your surprised expression. Gone are his greasy coveralls, replaced by unbelievably tight black jeans and a sheer black shirt, two nipple piercings peering at you through the flimsy material. His hand drops to your side again and this time he grips, bringing you towards him. 
It’s too loud to hear his words, but you know what he’s asking and simply slide your arms around his neck, letting him guide your hips to rock in time with his. He smells like jasmine, and also leather, an unusual combination, delicate and strong all at once, and you shift a little closer as his fingers curl into your dress, sliding it up a little. 
Rolling your body, you grin at the way his breath huffs when your breasts press into his chest. But before you can repeat the movement, he suddenly takes a step back and spins you, pulling you flush against him. As his arm snakes around your waist, his other hand tips your head up so you’re looking straight ahead.
To see the man standing on the edge of the dance floor, watching you both. Wearing a white blazer over a low-cut silk white top, several chains looped around his neck, Taehyung’s untamed dark curls hang in his eyes, but you can still feel the heat of his gaze as he observes you writhing against Jungkook. Another white stick hangs from his lips. 
“Is it okay if Taehyung joins us?” Jungkook breathes in your ear, and you nod emphatically. Oh yes. Please. “Let him know.” 
Raising your hand, you beckon to the other man with a single finger. Come. 
As Jungkook lets go, the older man takes you in his arms smoothly, without missing a beat. He slides a leg between yours and the two of you grind, moving together as one for a few bars before hands on your hips and a solid chest at your back let you know that Jungkook has joined the two of you. 
Hot breath glides down your neck, your cheek. Sweat drips on your arms, your back. Is it yours? Theirs? Who knows. You’re completely ensnared, caught between the two men as you sway to the throbbing beat. Your skin tingles where they touch you, aches where they don’t. You want so badly to stay here, in this song, this moment, for the rest of the night, the trip, your life. With the pulsating music and these two sexy men wrapped around you, you feel so alive.
“Uh, what the fuck?!”
Like a bucket of ice cold water, Jimin’s voice crashes over you, extinguishing the moment. Then his hand clamps around your upper arm, and Jungkook and Taehyung both jump aside as Jimin drags you away.  
“What are you doing?” you shout, yanking your arm out of his surprisingly strong grip once you reach the edge of the dance floor. 
“What are you doing?” he hisses back, glaring. “Out there slutting it up with those two?”
“Excuse me??’” Your jaw nearly scrapes the ground at his response.
“You heard me. All week long, I’ve been buying you dinner and paying for your drinks and dropping ridiculous amounts of money on your frigid little ass, and all I get is a goodnight kiss on the cheek? And then I turn around and see you sandwiched between the help, for God’s sake, just giving it all away for free?!”  
Several partygoers around you gasp as you slap Jimin soundly across the face. He reels, eyes opening wide in shock as his hand flies to his cheek, and you round on your heel and storm through the crowd towards the exit, not slowing when you hear Jimin yell your name. 
The air outside is unexpectedly chilly, and you rub your arms for warmth as you stomp towards the car. The nerve. The nerve of that fucking asshole. He really thought he could just buy you? Throw money at you all week and then, what, you’d fuck him? 
Reaching the Lamborghini, you pause. What exactly is your plan here? You don’t have the keys and even if you did, where would you go? You flick a hand out and touch the roof, expecting an alarm to sound, but nothing happens. Surprising. You’d think Jimin would put an alarm on his “baby.”
Leaning against the car, you drop your head onto your arms. What a fucking disaster of a trip. So much for rest and relaxation. Jang-Mi will be lucky if you ever speak to her again after this. Why didn’t she run out here after you? Oh, right, she probably couldn’t see you with her face suctioned to Hoseok’s. 
Deep breaths. As your heartbeat returns to normal, you hear a small cough, and glance in that direction, towards the back of the club. 
Jungkook lifts his hand in a small wave. He and Taehyung lean against the wall near the fire exit, smoking. Jungkook holds his cigarette out to you, inviting you to join them. 
“You look like you need this,” he says as you approach, and you realize it’s a joint, and yes, yes you do. Taking a hit, you hold it as long as you can, letting it swirl inside you, collecting all your anger, before tilting your face up to exhale it all into the night sky. 
“Thanks.” 
Jungkook nods. 
“Your boyfriend is a dick,” Taehyung announces. Orange embers flare in the shadows as he inhales. 
“Not my fucking boyfriend,” you snarl, taking the joint again. “But he is a dick. A fucking enormous one.” 
Jungkook holds out his hand as Taehyung reaches into his pocket and produces his wallet with a sigh. He slaps a bill into the younger man’s hand. 
“Uh…”
“I told Tae there was no way you were dating that asshole. He didn’t believe me.” 
Even though you don’t really know this man, you’re deeply insulted. “You honestly thought I’d date him?”
Taehyung shrugs. “He’s rich and handsome. That’s all some women want.” 
“Well, that’s not enough for me.” 
“Hmm.” Taehyung finishes the joint, stubbing the end on the brick wall. “What more do you need?” 
You snort. “Anything. Everything. What do you got?”
The flickering light hanging over the fire exit illuminates Taehyung’s face as his eyebrow quirks.
“You’re here on vacation, right?” You nod. “Have you gone for a ride through the city at night?”
“No, my nights have mostly consisted of avoiding Jimin at various dance clubs.” 
Jungkook laughs, the pleasantly high-pitched giggle tugging at the corners of your lips. “I bet that’s a full-time job.” 
“You have no idea.” 
“Well, then it sounds like you could use a break. We could show you around, if you’d like.” Taehyung gestures to himself and Jungkook. “Give you a tour.”
“A tour?” 
“Yeah. You know. Go for a ride.” 
If Jang-Mi were here, she’d tell you not to go. You can hear her now, grousing at you to wake up and snap out of it, insisting that you bid these men, these strangers, goodnight and walk right back into that club. But honestly? You’re tired of always doing what Jang-Mi would want. All week long, you’ve been so worried about making sure she’s having a great time that you’ve sacrificed your own happiness. 
Tonight is about what you want instead. And right now, more than anything, you want to have some fun. 
“Mmmm. That does sound… kinda nice, to be honest.”  Fuck it. “Okay. Let’s go. Which one is your car?”
“This one right here,” Jungkook replies, veering over to the Lamborghini and stroking the roof. 
“Uh.” Both men look at you expectantly. “Very funny. That’s Jimin’s?”
“It sure is. And I think she’s still waiting for that joyride.” Jungkook winks. 
“Riiiight. Are you suggesting we steal his car for this… tour?” you ask, fingers twisting nervously into your skirt. What had Taehyung said earlier, about bending the rules? This is not that. This is breaking them. You’re no saint, but for the most part you’re not a rulebreaker. Grand theft auto is way beyond anything ‘bad’ you’ve done before. 
“We’re just going to borrow her for a little. We’ll bring her back, in perfect condition. But don’t you want to see what she can do in the hands of someone who knows what they’re doing?”
“And someone who ‘knows what they’re doing’ - that would be you two, I take it?”
Jungkook reaches forward and pinches your chin in his fingers. You go still at his touch, staring up into his warm doe eyes. “Yeah,” He lowers his face, brushing your mouth with his as he breathes the words, “Want me to show you?” 
Ams wind around your waist, tucking you against him as you kiss. You’re vaguely aware of Taehyung walking away, too focused on Jungkook’s tongue slipping into your mouth. His nipple rings brush against your chest as greedy hands slide down your bare back and grip your ass tightly, and he swallows the shocked yelp you utter. Strong fingers caress your flesh, holding you close, and you lose yourself in him, arousal pooling in your belly again. 
Until a strange jingling sound catches your attention. Taehyung slides a thin metal tool into the passenger’s side door of the Lamborghini. After jimmying the rod a few times, the locks spring open. 
Jungkook immediately opens the driver’s side door and jumps in while Taehyung leans over the roof. “You in?”
“Are you okay to drive?” you question Jungkook.  
“I don’t drink,” he answers. “Just had a few hits. I’m fine to drive.” 
“I promise you, he’s fine,” Taehyung adds. “I wouldn’t get into a car with him otherwise.”
Again, both men look at you, waiting. 
Nibbling on your lower lip, you contemplate for a minute what you’re doing. Stealing Jimin’s car and riding away with two near-strangers, slightly high and slightly drunk, to go god knows where and do god knows what. 
Finally, this vacation is looking up. 
“Fuck it, let’s go.” 
The smile on Jungkook’s face is electrifying, as he dips his head beneath the steering wheel, popping a panel open and hurriedly twisting a few wires together. The engine roars to life. 
Taehyung climbs into the passenger’s seat and spreads his long legs. He glances at you, patting his lap. “Come on.” 
Carefully, you fold yourself into the car. Your legs fit between his, back against his chest, ass firmly on his crotch. He wraps the seat belt around you both before his arms do the same.
“Safety first,” he chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through you. 
Jungkook flips on the headlights, and smoothly backs the car out of the parking space. Before he shifts into drive, he presses the button to lower the roof, opening the cab up to the heavens above. 
“Ready?” he asks.  
You nod.
He revs the engine once, twice, and then steps on the accelerator.
The air whips through the car as the three of you burn down the highway. Tilting your head back, you watch the stars zoom by, tiny specks of light blurring into streaks as Jungkook presses the pedal into the floor. He lets out a joyful whoop, and you can’t help but laugh, elation coursing through you. It’s exhilarating. 
The city is awash in neon lights as you race past soaring skyscrapers and imposing high rises. Jungkook is an amazing driver, handling the road so gracefully, one hand on the wheel, the other on the stick shift. This time, after he switches gears, he doesn’t lightly brush your leg, he firmly clutches it, giving your thigh a tight squeeze that has you yearning for more. 
Taehyung says something, but the wind carries his words away, so Jungkook flips the roof shut. 
“What was that?” 
“I was just asking if you were enjoying the ride.” 
You twist slightly, looking back and up at him. “This is easily the highlight of my day. My whole week, actually.” 
“Is that so? As happy as I am to hear that, I can’t help but feel it’s a fucking shame. And I’m guessing no one’s been taking care of you all week.” One of his arms is still wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against him, while the other has drifted down, resting on your knee. You can’t help but stare at his fingers like you did Jungkook’s. Taehyung’s are longer, you note, observing the way they tap on your skin like he’s drumming along to a song only he can hear.
“What makes you say that?”
“Kook told me how excited you were in the truck today. He said he barely touched you.” 
Shit, you knew he’d said something!
“He did, did he?” You cast a glance at the man driving the car, and he has the audacity to smile and nod. 
“I did, baby. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” Normally, having a man you barely know call you “baby” would set your teeth on edge, but the word drips so sweetly from Jungkook’s mouth that you don’t mind at all. “But to tell you the truth, what I’m really sorry about is that I didn’t get to slip my fingers in before that asshole interrupted us.” His eyes flit back to the road as he licks his lips. “I just wanted a little taste.” 
“Fuck,” you murmur quietly, rubbing your thighs together, suddenly in need of some friction. Wherever this ride is going, it needs to arrive soon or you might actually implode. A little louder, you proclaim, “Oh, god, please don’t mention that man. I don’t want to think about that jerk at all right now.” Both men snicker, simultaneously squeezing your knees. 
“How’d you end up with that guy, anyway?” Taehyung inquires. 
“Pretty sure I’m cursed,” you quip. “My roommate and I were given a free room for spring break, but it turned out to be some sort of monkey’s paw situation. The unspoken cost was having to put up with that fucker all week. But I’m the one left suffering while my roommate is having the time of her life with the guy she likes.” 
“Mmm, poor baby. You’re free of that douchebag now. We’ll do our best to make sure you have a good time tonight, okay?” Taehyung’s breath hits the back of your neck as he speaks. He’s so tantalizingly close, but not as close as you want him, so you decide to make it clear to him that you want more. That you’re here for that good time, nothing more, nothing less.
Rocking your hips slightly, you press your ass more firmly into Taehyung’s lap, smiling to yourself as you hear him hiss slightly. The fingers wrapped around your side grip you a little tighter.
Downtown shines in the rearview mirror as Jungkook takes the car out on the open road, away from the city. Here, he’s able to push the limits of the engine’s power, and you watch as the needle on the speedometer climbs and climbs as he deftly weaves the sports car down the highway, flying past tourists and townies alike out enjoying the gorgeous summer evening. 
“So… where are you taking me?” Your voice is casual, relaxed, belying the tension coiling in your belly as you shift in Taehyung’s grasp, still slowly grinding against him. 
Jungkook and Taehyung exchange a look. “Somewhere scenic, where you can really enjoy all the beauty tonight has to offer you,” Jungkook states, letting his hand drop to your thigh again.
“Somewhere private,” Taehyung adds. “So you can… indulge yourself in what we have to offer you.” Until now, your hands have been in your lap, clutching the hem of your skirt, but you’re struck by the urge to feel him, so you place one hand on his arm where he holds you, and let the other fall onto his thigh. His leg is so solid and strong underneath you. 
It’s been too long since you’ve touched and been touched like this, and you don’t want to wait to reach whatever destination you’re cruising towards to get more. 
“And what exactly are you offering me?” you ask, still shamelessly rubbing your ass into Taehyung’s crotch. 
His lips skim your ear. “Anything. Everything. What do you want?”
Turning your head, you demand, “Touch me,” before his mouth captures yours. He steals your breath away with his kiss, tongue poking and prodding at your lips before slipping inside to tangle with yours. Then he obeys your command, fingers disappearing beneath your skirt as you inhale sharply against his mouth. 
“Oh, naughty girl,” Taehyung groans as he traces along your sodden folds, “you forgot to wear panties tonight, huh?” 
“Didn’t forget,” you practically pant as he dips a finger into your slit, sliding all the way in. “Didn’t want to wear them.” 
“And why was that?” He crooks his finger just so, and you keen.
“Ahhh! So… so…” 
“So someone could do this?” 
Taehyung’s long fingers feel like they were made for your cunt, the perfect width to scissor you apart as he slides a second one inside, the perfect length to find that sweet spot on your inner wall that makes you see stars. 
“Fuck, that feels good,” you praise him, digging your fingers into the meat of his thighs, causing Taehyung to curse into the back of your head. 
“She’s so fucking wet, Kook. Like you said she was earlier. She’s gonna make such a mess all over this leather seat,” Taehyung tuts as he fucks you with his fingers, pumping them in and out rapidly. All you can do is take it, mouth falling open in ecstasy. 
“Is that so?” Jungkook’s hand suddenly lands on your inner thigh, tracing through the slickness there. “Ah, shit, you weren’t kidding, hyung.” His index finger circles your clit before withdrawing. You watch him suck the digit into his mouth. “Shit, she’s so sweet. Like honey.” 
“Oh fuck,” you shudder, watching as Jungkook palms himself through his pants. Then you gasp helplessly as Taehyung adds a third finger, stretching you even more. “Taehyung! Fuck!”
“You like that? Hmm? Poor baby, just needed someone to touch her like this.” His tongue snakes down the side of your neck, hot and wet. The sensation sends goosebumps rippling down your bare arms. “Am I making you feel good?”
“So good!” You’re rapidly falling apart, humping his hand, hips jerking forward to try to get him deeper. “Fuck, so good.” 
Taehyung is hard beneath you, his cock poking sharply into your ass, the sensation making you even wetter than his plunging fingers, so you slide forward a little and reach behind you to unzip him.
“Baby, what are you…?” he rasps brokenly into your ear as you quickly free him from his pants and wrap your fingers around his length, stroking without hesitation. His tip is slick already from his excitement. “Fuck!”
“Are you… do you have…” You can barely choke out the words as his hand withdraws from your core. 
“I’m clean. Are you…?”
“Clean. On… on pill…” With his hand no longer working its ministrations between your legs, you’re nearly out of your mind with need, so you roll your hips back and position his cock so it drags through your soaking folds. He hisses at the way you drench his length, his forehead pressing into the back of your head as he bucks against you. 
“Fuck, are you two about to–”
“Yes!” You and Taehyung shout in unison, cutting Jungkook off. He just huffs out a loud laugh and steps on the accelerator. As the car shoots forward again, easily zipping around the other vehicles on the bridge, you feel Taehyung’s head breach your lower lips. 
“Oh god damn,” you moan, sinking down onto him. He’s not the biggest man you’ve ever fucked, but he is the thickest, filling you in a way you’ve never been filled before. Your toes literally curl as he rubs against your walls. “Taehyung.” 
“That’s right, baby. Say my name.” His thighs slap against yours as he thrusts up into you, hands gripping your waist to hold you in place as he pounds away. “Fucking sing it, baby, such a pretty voice!”
The car fills with your wanton mewling as Taehyung fucks you. Jungkook has one hand on the wheel again as the other rubs at his crotch, and you can’t resist reaching out. His cry of surprise becomes a shaky groan as you pet him through his tight pants. You’d love to help him out, but given the crazy fast speed that you’re currently hurtling along at, that would probably be a really bad idea right now.  
Jungkook must have had a similar thought, because he turns off the highway and brings the car to a smooth stop in an empty lot. A sign enlightens you that you’re at a beach, and that’s as much as you’re able to comprehend in your current state, having your brains fucked out by the sexy man underneath you. 
As soon as the car is parked, Jungkook unzips his pants with trembling hands and pulls his cock out. A flash of silver catches your eye.
“What, ah, ah, is that?”
Jungkook’s tattooed hand is stroking his long shaft furiously, but he stops at your question, running his thumb over the engorged head. He flicks at the piercing, a barbell sticking out of the top and bottom sides of the head. “It’s called an apadravya piercing.” He reclines back against the seat as he watches you and Taehyung fucking, starting to jerk himself off again. The warmth in his eyes has flamed into full-blown lust. “I’m pierced for your pleasure, baby.” 
“Ah!” You squeal as Taehyung gives a particularly hard thrust. “I wanna know, ah, what it feels like!”
“Don’t worry.” His hand moves so swiftly as he concentrates on the way your tits jiggle under your dress. “You’ll find out.”  
“Ah!” you shout again, this time because Taehyung has pinched one of your nipples. 
“You can focus on him all you want later, baby. Right now, focus on me,” he rasps, pinching your other nipple. “I wanna feel this pussy choke my cock.”
“Fuck!”
Rolling your hips, you take him as deep as you can, and Taehyung growls, one hand digging into the flesh of your side as the other tugs at the knot of your halter. The silky fabric spills down your torso, exposing your breasts. Taehyung’s free hand gropes your right breast as Jungkook reaches across the console and kneads the left. Jungkook’s touch is tender, almost reverential, while Taehyung’s is rough and desperate, and somehow it’s too much and not enough at the same time. 
Taehyung’s mouth latches onto your neck, sucking away, and you thread your fingers through his dark hair, holding him in place, urging him to nip harder, to bite and leave his mark. 
“Ah, Taehyung, ‘m so close! Harder, please, fuck, harder!”
With no hesitation, Taehyung’s hands fly to your hips again and he holds you as he pumps into you. Your cries of delight turn to pain as your head smacks into the ceiling of the cab. “Ow! Fuck!” 
The roof suddenly opens, and you shoot Jungkook a grateful smile before Taehyung resumes his thrusting, bouncing you freely now that there’s nothing hanging over you to stop him. As Jungkook’s free hand finds the sensitive nub between your legs, you let your head fall back onto Taehyung’s shoulder, staring into Jungkook’s hooded eyes as he cums, white lines crisscrossing the black ink on his hand. He doesn’t stop strumming your clit, and soon you’re wailing both their names as you’re swept away by your orgasm. 
A moment later, Taehyung clutches wildly at your breasts as he nears his peak. “I’m gonna cum, baby, can I fill you up?”
“God, yes,” you nearly beg, and he lets out a desperate cry as he climaxes, and then there’s nothing but panting and the scent of sex swirling around the tiny cabin of the Lamborghini and out into the starlight. 
“Goddamn,” Taehyung finally sighs, breaking the comfortable silence. 
“Mmmhmm,” you hum, twisting to brush your lips along his jawline. He places a large palm on the side of your face and pulls you in for a proper kiss. 
“Me next,” Jungkook insists, a tiny whine in his voice, and you turn back to the purple-haired driver, smiling into his lips as he kisses you needily. 
The sound of waves crashing on the shore calls to you. 
“Can we go down there?” 
“Sure thing, baby.” 
After clumsily disentangling yourself from Taehyung, the three of you walk down to the beach together. You leave your heels in the car, letting your bare feet dig into the still warm sand as you cross the dunes to the ocean below. 
A cool breeze kicks up, sending your skirt fluttering as you walk along the edge of the water. You take a deep breath, listening to the swell of the waves as they break over and over, and for just a minute, your eyes slip shut as a surge of peaceful contentment ripples through you. 
Free. Standing on the shore, water swirling around your legs as you inhale the salty air, you feel so free. 
Then you turn and look at the two men next to you. 
“Come here.” You raise your hand and motion to Jungkook, who steps forward to embrace you ardently. His kiss hits like a tidal wave, slamming into you, knocking you off your feet. He catches you, arms slipping behind your knees, and you wrap your legs around him as he carries you towards a pavilion a few yards away. 
Taehyung follows, and as Jungkook lays you on your back on a table, the older man kneels on the bench beside it, stooping to kiss you as his hands find the new knot around your neck and loosen your dress again. His mouth trails hungrily down your neck and into the valley of your breasts, and as he flicks his tongue over a nipple, waking the bud, you feel another tongue lapping at your entrance.
“Jungkook,” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his soft hair, holding it back from his face so you can watch him watching you as he works. He flattens his tongue against your clit, the small silver metal bead of his piercing pressing against you just right, and you feel like you’re being dragged in the undertow, losing all sense of self, only perceiving the wetness on your breasts and your cunt, the tongues and lips and fingers working together to pull you under again. 
“Are you ready for me, baby?” Jungkook asks, licking his lips as he slips a finger inside you, then a second one. You’re still soaking, or maybe you’re wet again, you’re not sure, but he meets no resistance as you roll your head back with a moan. “Yeah, I think you’re ready.” He stands and pulls his sheer shirt over his head before sliding his tight jeans off. Completely naked, completely shameless, he stands in front of your spread legs, stroking his hard cock as you admire his beautiful body, golden skin covered in ink and metal sparkling in the light of the moon. 
Taehyung climbs onto the table, motioning for you to sit up. He cradles you, one thigh on either side of yours, hands massaging your arms. You press your back into his chest and tilt your head up to kiss him as Jungkook rubs the head of his penis over your slit, coating himself in your arousal. 
“Will I feel that?” you ask him, nodding towards his piercing. 
Jungkook grins. “That’s kinda the whole point of it,” he informs you as he slides in. 
“Oh, fuck,” you groan happily as he enters you slowly, just the tip, then a little more, languidly plunging in and out. 
“Shit, you feel so good.” His head falls forward, mouth agape as he watches himself disappear into your welcoming heat. “So wet, so tight.” 
He suddenly grabs your thighs, pulling you down the metal table further, and thrusts until his pelvis is flush with yours. You wail in surprise and pleasure as his piercing hits your g-spot. 
“Oh, Jesus!” 
“No,” Jungkook says, thrusting again, and again, faster and faster, “Jungkook.” 
Taehyung’s tongue finds its way into your mouth as his fingers rove over your breasts, tweaking your nipples just as hard as he did in the car. His touch is harsh, callused hands rough on your smooth skin, and he holds you upright as Jungkook fucks you.
“Ah, ah, ah!” 
Jungkook’s fingernails dig in as he grasps your thighs, keeping your lower half in place while he ruts into you. Again and again he hits that spot inside you, an intense expression on his face, hell-bent on making sure you’re enjoying every move he makes. 
Despite the chill in the air, sweat trickles down your chest, and Taehyung collects it with his fingers, brings it to his lips. “Fuck, I just want to run my tongue all over you,” he declares, demonstrating by bringing one of your hands to his mouth and sucking your fingertips one-by-one as you nearly sob.
The nonstop jackhammering at your g-spot overwhelms you, leaves you endlessly moaning, and Taehyung drops a hand to your clit, rolling it between his fingers, and you know your end is coming. 
“Come on, baby,” Jungkook pants, “tell me, are you feeling it?”
“Fuck, oh god, I feel it, I feel it!” you babble, head nuzzling into Taehyung’s neck as you totally let go, every muscle in your body relaxing as you let him completely support you, every muscle except the ones in your core, which are so tight tight tight–
“Oh f-fuck!” Jungkook stammered, hips jerking erratically. “I feel you, holy shit, come on, baby, cum for me!”
Intense, white hot ecstasy rips through you with every stroke. Your orgasm floods your body, drowning your senses, driving everything out of your head except for the words you hear but don’t realize you’re chanting, two names, over and over. Jungkook continues to pump away, but his rhythm gets sloppier and sloppier as you clench around him, until he finally succumbs to his own end, cock spurting hot inside you. 
You melt into Taehyung, who brushes your face with soft kisses, a tender gesture that surprises you as much as it pleases you. Jungkook releases your legs, collapsing forward, and Taehyung scoots backwards, bringing you with him, making room for the younger man to join the two of you on the table. Sandwiched between them, you inhale deeply, breathing in their musly scents. 
Bliss. You feel absolute bliss at this moment. Nothing but pure joy. 
After a few minutes of lying this way, music drifts over the dunes, stirring you from your reverie. Faint, but familiar, the tune repeats itself, and you sit up with a jolt, disturbing both men, who grunt grumpily in tandem. 
“Fuck, that’s my phone!”
It was a random BTS groupie, wanting to know which club you were at, or were supposed to be at, anyway, and your panic subsides, but only slightly. Jang-Mi clearly hasn’t noticed you’re missing, and Jimin hasn’t realized his car is gone, but the longer you’re away, the greater the risk you’ll get caught. With a heavy sigh, you turn to the two mechanics. 
“Time to go.” 
A block away from the club, you suddenly grab Jungkook’s arm. “Don’t park at the club. Stop there.” You point to a restaurant. 
“Are you okay?” Taehyung asks, arms once again locked around your waist. 
You nod as Jungkook guides the car into the parking lot. “I’m fine. Listen.” Swiveling, you sit sideways in his lap so you can face them both while you speak. “I don’t want you to get into any trouble, in case someone sees us getting back. So you walk from here, and I’ll drive it back.” You don’t care if Jimin finds you driving his car–after the way he spoke to you tonight, you’re kind of itching for another confrontation. But you don’t want these two to get caught, knowing Jimin won’t hesitate to call the cops on them.  
“You can drive stick?” Jungkook asks.
You can’t help the grin that spreads over your face. “Of course I can.” 
As soon as he’s out of the car, Taehyung grabs your hip, tugging you to his chest. “Take care of yourself,” he murmurs, kissing you gently. 
“I will. And thank you, for tonight.” 
“You had a good time?” 
Nodding emphatically, you smile. “The best.” 
You feel Jungkook behind you, and as the older man releases you, you spin and fall into Jungkook’s embrace as his lips dance with yours. “Good night, baby.”
Jimin is not outside the club when you park the Lamborghini, and you huff a sigh of relief. Inside the club, Jang-Mi and Hoseok grind on the dance floor, still completely oblivious to the world around them, and you find Jimin slumped over a table, snoring obnoxiously.
“Some men just can’t hold their liquor,” Seokjin mutters disdainfully as he joins you. He’s tilting pretty severely to one side, but he’s still awake and coherent, so you give him that much credit. He catches your wide grin. “I don’t think I’ve seen you look this happy all week. What’s–what’s gotten into you?”
“Oh, nothing,” you hum, tapping on your phone to call a rideshare. In your hand is a business card that Taehyung slipped you when you said your goodbyes. You still have a few days of vacation left. It might come in handy. “Just found my joy.”
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yutasthetic · a month ago
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pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x reader | genre: smut, fluff | rating: 18+ | warnings:  unprotected sex, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, missionary, creampie, dirty talk | words: 956 |  summary: being the perfect boyfriend he is, Wonwoo makes you wakes you with breakfast in bed. | an: I had no plans to write anything for seventeen as I am just getting into them but here I am, with a 3rd bias 💀 @bubblebeom, @dokyeomblr, and @flowerboykun, I finally did it (and I’m sorry). thank you also to @wordycerty for looking over and screaming with me about this man.
[8:00 am] 
Wonwoo is the kind of boyfriend who wants to cater to you in any way he can. On your first date, he took you on a picnic in a field surrounded by daisies. He made sure to bring the foods you liked to eat and made your favorite lemonade. When you asked him how he knew these things, he said, “I pay attention.” Soon after, he took you on many dates, and you got to know the warm person behind those sharp eyes. You fell in love with him. Hard.
Wonwoo made you feel safe, secure, and, most importantly, loved. You can talk to him about silly things, and he understands your weird jokes. He doesn’t judge you when you are having a bad day and can sense when you aren’t feeling right. A kiss from him and his words of wisdom always make you feel better. You didn’t believe in love before then and didn’t even think it was possible for you, but Wonwoo exceeded your expectations. “Good morning, sunshine,” he whispers in your ear. Snuggled up in the fluffy comforter on the bed, you peek one eye open. The smell of toasted bread and eggs fills your nose, and Wonwoo is busy clearing the nightstand to set down a food tray. “I know you got in late from work last night, so I made you breakfast.” You get up slowly, your hair disheveled from a hard night’s sleep. You don’t even remember taking a shower or getting into bed. Being the store manager at a local coffee shop can do that to you. “Aww, baby,” you stifle a yawn. “You didn’t have to make me breakfast.” “Yes, I did,” he insists. “Today is your day off, and you work hard. I have to make sure my girl is taken care of.” Your girl. You will never tire of hearing him call you that. “I love you,” you beam at him. “Thank you for making me this.” He leans down, cupping your face and leaving you with sweet kisses. Next, he gravitates toward your neck, leaving you in giggles as that’s one of your sensitive spots. “Keep this going, and I’m not going to be able to eat.” He pauses for a moment, a slow grin on his face, a deceitful twinkle in his eye. Then he kisses you again, his hand traveling seductively underneath your shirt. 
“Maybe I want you to work up an appetite first.” He kisses you again, and you pull him into the bed, his lengthy body towering over yours. You two get lost in yourselves, your clothes coming off and your naked bodies pressed against each other. Wonwoo touches you in all the right ways, his fingers rubbing against your clit as he lines himself against your entrance. 
“Tell me how bad you want me,” his voice is soft but stern. “Tell me how much you love me.” He inserts the head, and you both moan in unison, your body prepared to take more of him. Wonwoo has a very nice body. You fell in love with his hard abs, chiseled chest, and that gorgeous face. Watching him go deeper inside you makes you wetter, your walls clenching as he thrusts with slow, deep strokes.
“I love you so much,” you moan. “I need you so bad.” “How much?” He picks up the pace, his thumb gracing your clit once more. Your body is on fire, his dick hitting your sweet spot over and over, the flame of pleasure taking over you. He smirks, knowing you weren’t capable of forming a sentence but he understood how you felt. The headboard rocks against the wall, surely waking the neighbors, but you don’t care. You are getting fucked by the love of your life; you couldn’t be having a better morning. 
Wonwoo’s lips linger close to yours, his quiet grunts mixed in with your moans in the space you share. He lifts your legs up and piles himself deeper inside, your orgasm approaching quickly. Your nails dig into his back as you softly bite his shoulder, overloaded as you reach your peak. “Oh god,” you cry out. “I’m gonna c-” His lip pressed against yours, sending you over the edge as you come undone, your body hazy as you meet this incredible high. You hold on to him tightly, letting him fuck you through your orgasm until he reaches his own, spilling himself inside of you. You love it when he does that, making you feel nice and full, and deep down, you feel owned by him. “What a great way to start my day,” you laugh, your head falling back onto the pillow. Wonwoo chuckles, kissing your temple as he slowly pulls out, leaving you with a sticky mess. He helps you out of bed, walking you into the bathroom and turning on the shower. You climb in together, letting him wash you clean and sing softly in your ear. It feels good to be loved and even better by Jeon Wonwoo. You kiss him passionately, your way of thanking him for taking care of you and always being by your side. “I love you too, princess,” he understands your feelings without words. He comes out of the shower first, drying himself off and leaving the bathroom, giving you time to yourself. You finish shortly after, mimicking his actions and wrapping a towel around your body. Finally, when you return to the bedroom, Wonwoo comes behind you with the breakfast tray he set down earlier. “I went to go heat up your food,” he explains. “I knew you would work up an appetite.” Your stomach grumbles loudly on cue, sending you both into a fit of giggles.
“Well, I guess you were right.”
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chateautae · 4 months ago
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hard liquor | myg. (m)
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➵ summary: your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you.
➵ pairing: executive boss!yoongi x employee!reader
➵ genre: business!au, age gap!au (5 years), smut, pwp
➵ rating: 18+
➵ word count: 8k
➵ warnings: alcohol consumption, teasing, explicit sexual content, pussy fondling, semi-public fingering, exhibitionism, humiliation, dry-humping, begging, titty sucking, marking, manhandling, dirty talk, elevator sex, tipsy sex (consensual), cum-eating, impregnation kink, creampie <3
➵ a/n: HELLOO THIS FIC IS FINALLY HERE!! thank you endlessly to everyone who’s patiently waited and shown support for this before it was even written, i hope it reads well!! 🥺 a million thank you’s to my wife @amourtae​ for beta-ing!! your feedback is always appreciated <3
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“One more sangria, please.” 
“Haven’t you had enough of those?” 
Rolling your eyes, you prod the inside of your cheek with your tongue, annoyed beyond comprehension. 
You already despised grabbing drinks with your co-workers every Friday; a typical method of destressing after a week’s worth of crunching, and yet every one of your visits always transformed into a disaster. 
First of all, you despise the nature of bars. Nothing repels you more than drunk men making inappropriate passes at you. Second, you possess the single-most fickle relationship with alcohol in the universe. You never understood the drinking culture at all; sometimes you were convinced half the population was faking it. 
You understood the idea of drowning your sorrows, but that was nothing a warm cup of tea or a session with a juicy book couldn’t solve. 
So why were you here? Well, your best friend and co-worker Bit-na talked your ear off once she overheard that Chris would take her out on a date—oh so revolutionary. 
Chris was the happy-go-lucky, incredibly attractive assistant in your department with a myriad of women pining for him over his gentlemanliness. In reality, he was just overly nice. 
But once the news hit Bit-na, her energy levels sky-rocketed, and was convinced to make a move on him tonight. 
What better way to get laid than at a bar, right? 
Still, you could bonk her on the head right now, because currently, she was chatting up good ol’ Chris while you’re left an observing loner in a woman’s modern-day battle; fighting off intoxicated, grubby men. 
You’d already warded off many; you just weren’t in the mood tonight. So when you hear a male voice attempting to control you; something you despised, you whirl around to the source, tone sharp as ever. 
“Listen, dude. Whatever asshole you are, I don’t need you—” 
Right then, you panic. You focus on the last person you considered finding; the director of your department and prestigious boss, Min Yoongi. You internally malfunction. 
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Mr. Min.” 
“Don’t sweat it.” The impeccably dressed executive lifts a hand, his expression cool. “You’re alright, but I did mean it. Perhaps that should be your last drink.” 
Shocked by his suggestion, you tilt your head. Part of you wants to argue with him, but the other part screams to simply obey. He was your boss, after all, and crossing Min Yoongi was considered a capital offence at your office. 
It’s not that he was this wildly dictative superior, not at all. In actuality, he was calm, cool, and collected; the very definition of what the youth label as “chill”. 
Min Yoongi rarely ever shouted, kept a low profile, and was known for being a silently lethal genius. Your research department wouldn’t have made half the discoveries that it has without his expertise, and for that, he’d earned the highly acclaimed respect of everyone at your company. 
It was seen as an injustice to piss him off. 
You would rarely earn the opportunity to speak with him, so right now, you feel displaced, more so anxious.  
“I-um… why do you say so, if I may ask, Mr. Min?” You ask without your tone; you always were quite the argumentative type. 
“Hmm,” Your boss narrows his eyes a little, observing you. You realize that he’s taken it upon himself to recline against the bar counter, clutching a crystal glass of whiskey. “Let me guess, you hate bars. Here for a friend?” 
Impressed, you raise your brows. “Y-yeah.” 
He purses his lips. “You also didn’t like the way I just spoke to you, right?” 
Eyes widening, all you muster is the courage to focus on the bar. “I… wh….” 
Yoongi softly chuckles, and turns around to face the bar, forearms splaying across the counter. “My words did sound controlling, I apologize.” 
“Not at all, Mr. Min.” You dismiss him politely. “You’re honestly right, I should probably make this my last.” 
“Mm,” he hums again, and it’s then you realize Yoongi has a hypnotizingly rich voice you could become addicted to. 
The soft bass was almost soothing—downright illegal. 
“Funny how it’s only your second drink, though.” Yoongi muses, taking a sip of his whiskey. It’s then you realize… it in fact is, so why the hell did he instruct you to slow down? And why did you agree to it when he advised that you do? 
Were you already goddamn tipsy enough to be taking orders from people? 
“I… you know how many drinks I already had?” 
“I’m observant.” 
Feeling defensive, you become bold.  “Why’d you tell me to slow down if you know it’s only my second drink?” 
Yoongi suddenly chuckles, but doesn’t look at you. You’re mesmerized by his side profile as he smiles; you’ve rarely earned the opportunity to truly appreciate his beauty like this.
Min Yoongi was dashing, the sort of pretty that was unique and ethereal. His cat-like eyes accentuated his almost feline-like beauty, his small lips and soft nose to complement. But his striking hair, his rugged, veiny hands and that tongue of his he constantly prods the inside of his cheek with… he was certainly the male definition of attractiveness–fatally so. 
“I’ve observed you on these usual Friday outings for drinks. You’re a lightweight.” He outrightly declares. 
Appalled, you scold him, your face even becoming flustered. “What? I am-I am not a lightweight.” 
“Mm,” he hums mellifluously, and you despise that he stirs something inside your stomach. “You are.” 
“How have you even observed me enough to know that?” You question him with furrowed brows. “Why would you watch me of all people?” 
“You’re the only one I find interesting.” 
Flabbergasted, you nearly choke on your saliva. Did Min Yoongi really just say that to you? A mere run-of-the-mill, inferior employee? Your untouchable, gorgeous boss that not a single co-worker in your department doesn’t simp over? Even straight guys fall to their knees over his sexily intelligent brain. 
“S-sir, pardon?” You become flushed, yearning to hide behind your empty glass. 
“Sorry if I’m being too forthright,” Yoongi lifts a polite hand again, and you admire that he’s so courteous. “But you strike me as the kind of woman that’s… different.” 
His words leave your panties dampening. How could your boss ever find you interesting? “Why do you say that?” 
He chuckles, and despite his reputation of being reserved and sometimes rigid, you’re enlightened that his personality seems to be friendly. He’s just an insanely grounded, down-to-earth man. 
“You seem uninterested in the whole bar scene. I can tell there are times during our conversation you desire to say something else, but you choose to be polite instead.” He points out. 
“I-well…” You struggle to form words, impressed by his accuracy. “This is the first time I’m ever really… speaking to you.” 
“Mm,” he hums, stealing a swig of his whiskey. “You’re correct, I apologize, I should speak with all my employees.” 
You grimace. “Please, Mr. Min. You don’t have to apologize to me so much.” 
Yoongi then shifts his eyes to you, and they’re entirely impossible to read; so are many of his attractive facial features. He rather taps his glass of liquor, careful gaze on you. You feel glued to your spot, practically pinned by his gorgeous cat eyes. 
There was this invigorating, unshakable glint within his dark irises, and you could feel your usual confidence disintegrating.
He was just so powerful. 
“S-so…” You stutter; you might as well use this opportunity to get to know him better. Everyone should have a good relationship with their boss, right? “Why did you… um, come here?” 
You feel like smashing your head against a wall; how much more rude could you have sounded? “I-I mean, what brings you here-” 
Yoongi then stifles a little laugh before knocking back his whiskey. “You’re entertaining.”  
You furrow your eyebrows. “I’m-I’m entertaining?” 
“Mm, you choose your words very carefully based on who you’re speaking to, but often fail. It’s funny.” He points out, to which you lightly scramble.
“Well, you are my boss. So I’m trying really hard.” 
“Mm,” Yoongi hums, another swig disappearing behind his lips. How he so casually downed such hard liquor beats you, but what’s beating you even more is how sexy he looks doing it. Why is it now you’re noticing how thick his shoulders appear? How muscular and broad he is in a suit? “I’m only 5 years older than you, though.” 
You blink, purely shocked. “Wait, really?” 
“Mm,” he nods. “I’m unsure why people think I’m older. Am I that mysterious?” 
Mysterious; that’s the perfect word to describe him. “You are quite mysterious, Mr. Min. Though I believe your intelligence just intimidates people. You’re well-acclaimed for someone quite young.” You compliment, finding him amusing. It slipped your judgment that Min Yoongi had more to him than just being quiet. “I don’t think a lot of people know much about you in the first place.” 
He nods his head. “You’re correct. People only know that I love whiskey. I haven’t stopped receiving bottles of them on Christmas. I’ll be a drunkard soon.” 
You snicker as the bartender hands you your new sangria, and you’re completely sucked in by your boss now. How could he be so charming when he says so little? Perhaps that was his talent. “So you like whiskey, huh?” 
“Guilty.” He smiles, and you can’t help but find the curve of his lips beautiful. Did he always have such endearing teeth? You haven’t stopped staring at his veiny hands either; there’s a certain roughness to them that’s sending your mind into a frenzy. The way he grips his glass is intoxicating—you wonder how he’d grip you with strong hands like that. “I’m not an alcoholic, though. I just enjoy a drink.” 
You’re suddenly much more interested in him, captivated by the information he’s providing. Has Min Yoongi perhaps always been the talkative type? And his reserved presence only unjustly veered people away from him? If so, how are you being blessed by his company? “Funny, I’m quite literally the opposite.” 
“You don’t say?” He jokes, and shoots a playfully disapproving look over at you and your sangria, to which your jaw drops. He chuckles once you gasp, and you pretend to have taken a dagger to the heart. 
“Ugh, how could you do that to me, Mr. Min?” 
“All in good fun.” 
You attempt to hold back a smile as you slowly drink, feeling the alcohol course through your veins, even loosen up your guard. 
The heat of his gaze keeps you on your toes. 
“I don’t know… I just don’t find joy in drinking. On top of that, my tolerance is garbage.” You sigh. 
“Drinking is a developed skill.” Yoongi elucidates. “Socially it’s an efficient way to network and build relationships, similar to what we’re doing now.” 
Cocking a brow, you joke with a breezy tone. “Are you trying to build a relationship with me, Mr. Min?” 
He laughs a little, swishing around the remnants of his drink. “Mm, you really are different. Nobody would have made a comment like that to my face.” 
Internally face-palming, you remind your witty self that you’re speaking to your Godforsaken superior right now. You shouldn’t be joking with him! “Oh, I’m so sorry.” 
“No, I encourage it.” He lifts a hand, tucking the same one in his pocket as he faces you. Again, you despise that it’s now you’re realizing how large he is. He always appeared to be leaner, but when he’s inches before you, your erogenous zones can’t help but fire off observing his intoxicatingly masculine build. “It makes me feel less… superior. I don’t enjoy always being treated formally.”
Lightening up, you smile widely. “I see. Well, you’re welcome to stay with me if that’s what you seek. I do tend to speak my mind.” You wittily remark, and he beautifully chuckles. 
“I welcome that, Y/N. No need for a filter.” 
“You know my name?” 
“I’m observant. I keep an eye on all my employees.” 
“Well, since you’ve had an eye on me and know I’m not a great drinker, do you have any tips? I’d hate to lack in my social skills.”  
Yoongi sends you another subtle grin that strikes you through the heart. He then eyes your sangria, pointing towards the pink drink. “Mind if I drink some? I’ll assess the alcohol content.” 
You quirk an impressed brow. “You can taste how much alcohol is in something?” 
“Like I said, I like alcohol.” 
Giggling, you hand him your drink, and watch as his veiny hand decorated with a few rings clasps around the glass, clinking against it. 
You wonder how those rings would feel stuffed inside you. 
Mentally whacking yourself for the dirty thought, you linger on his hands a little too long until Yoongi clearing his throat awakens you. You meet his eyes, and nearly become flushed as he holds your gaze; so quiet and yet, so powerful. 
Cupping the glass, he brings it towards his lips, and takes a sip as he bores into your pupils. You feel your core gush as he does so, something so innately sexy about his resolve to keep eye contact with you. 
Bringing the glass down, he gently smacks his lips as he tastes the drink, gently grimacing. “Mm, sweet. About 20% alcohol.” 
Mouth falling agape, you’re coloured entirely impressed. Not that you would know how accurate he’s being right now, but his ability to sense the percentage was still hot as ever. “I-I don’t even know if you’re correct.” 
“I’m correct, doll.” You nearly choke when he calls you the pet name in his smooth voice. Rather than question him, you attempt to hide how flustered you are. 
Your boss merely smiles to himself, sipping his whiskey once again, and you become curious. “How do you even tolerate whiskey? I can never drink it straight or neat.”
“I’ve become accustomed to the taste,” Yoongi’s jaw flexes as he tastes his liquor once again, and you can’t help but find him blindingly sexy. He carries himself with such finesse. “I even try to make my own.” 
“You make your own alcohol?!” You marvel, instinctively leaning closer to him. 
“Sometimes. Practice mixology, too.”
“You seem to know a lot about alcohol.” 
“I do,” Yoongi proudly admits, before cocking one of his brows. “I could even help you with your tolerance.” 
Internally flustered, you attempt to maintain a facade of ease. Your boss offering to help you tolerate alcohol better? All while you suffer the damage of him being so incredibly sexy? You could feel your heart pounding in your ears with excitement. “And how exactly would you do that, Mr. Min?” 
Yoongi cracks a smile at the way you draw out his addressment. You may be crazy, but you might be safe in assuming he likes being called professionally. “Like this.” 
Your boss then leans over the counter and orders something from the bar, piquing your curiosity. The bartender returns with a glass of what you assumed to be fruit punch, and a half-drunk bottle of whiskey. Yoongi finishes off his shot, and pours more whiskey into his glass. Instead of bringing it to his own lips, he nudges the shot towards you. 
“Have a drink.” 
You nearly stutter. “F-from your glass?”
Yoongi chuckles, his teeth bright and beautiful. “Yes, unless you feel uncomfortable.” 
“No, no. I’m totally comfortable.” You brush him off, grasping the glass and swallowing as you eye the liquid. Your expression becomes a little nervous. “Listen, Mr. Min…” 
“Never had it straight, huh?” Yoongi’s soft, rich voice hums, and you consider whether it’s already the alcohol in your veins or his ability to entrance anyone. 
Perhaps it’s both. 
“That’s why I got you this,” Yoongi taps the glass of juice, and you hate that it draws attention to his thick, veiny fingers, especially his glimmering silver rings. Did he always wear rings? Why have you come to notice that now? “Try knocking the shot back. If you can’t stand it, mix your next one into this glass of juice and drink it slower.” 
Following his advice, you take a breath, and shoot him a wary look as you size down your glass. Yoongi reaches out and pats your shoulder supportively, to which you gain the electric shock of his cold rings pressing against your hot skin. You feel yourself gush.
Confident, you tip back the shot, and instantly cough at the crudeness of the liquor. Grimacing, you instantly reach out for your juice and take a large swig, still hacking up the sharp flavour. 
“Jesus, that could’ve practically been gasoline.” You hit your chest. 
Yoongi laughs, and you swear it feels like an accomplishment to be the cause of that effect. “You’re funny.” 
Sheepishly denying a smile, you pout. “C’mon, Mr. Min. I feel like I’m just terrible at this.” 
“Not at all, Y/N.” He softly denies you. “Building up tolerance takes time. You can still socially enjoy drinking by, say, mixing your liquor with another drink.” Yoongi indicates the glass of juice, pouring another glass of his strong whiskey into it. “Cocktails are counterproductive since they include more than one alcoholic component. Simply adding a shot of liquor to juice or pop is more efficient.” 
Your boss then proceeds to mix the liquor with the juice, and offers it to you. After sending him a disappointed grin, you still accept the juice and steal your sip. You wince a little once the alcohol’s taste hits you, but the fruit punch soothes your tastebuds. 
“Mmm,” you hum in appreciation. “This is so much better.” 
“Right?” Yoongi smiles. “All about taking it step by step, Y/N. Gradually add more alcohol at your pace. One shot can become one and a half, or two or three. It’s about dedication.” 
Impressed, you stifle a grin. “You really are serious about alcohol, huh?” 
“Like I said, guilty.” Yoongi smirks. 
Suddenly, you feel yourself loosening up, Yoongi’s smirk hitting a thousand times harder. This has to be the alcohol, right? Clearly your lack of food shot the potent liquid straight to your bloodstream, and now you’re experiencing everything in full swing. 
Every sensation feels amplified; the sight of the bar’s mauve lighting, the booming bass of the music, the feeling of your nipples hardening against your dress as you eye your boss down. 
To be quite frank, you always found Yoongi sexy ever since the day you first met him over a year ago. His cat-like eyes could reel in anyone, the elusive glint in them compelled any poor soul to search deep within them for answers. His elegant and yet, attractively masculine way of carrying himself was alluring. He was an enigma; a taste of someone calm, cool and collected, though held within him the ability to utterly ravage someone. 
And you got the sense that he didn’t just do it intellectually, but most of all; sexually. 
The mere idea of Min Yoongi tugging you close to his body, his thick fingers curling around your waist, his delicate lips grazing your ear as he whispers in his deep, warm voice. His hand rubbing your aching pussy, his mouth suckling your pulse point or his hot gaze permeating your entire body. 
You feel a buzz suffocate you, rattled to the very core as you attempt to shake the erotic images of your boss out of your head, but you’re a lost cause. Yoongi will not stop staring at you; his eyes are careful, calculated. He’s observing you, and you’re being as transparent as glass. 
You’re aching between your legs, and your only saviour is being able to shuffle your thighs together. Biting your lip as Yoongi glances down at your thighs, you clear your throat, hand lazily weaving through your hair. 
“So… do you think I can get better?” You try to make conversation. How lame, you internally wince. 
Your boss focuses on your eyes again, gently licking his lips. “I believe so. My lessons should do you well.” 
You swallow at the small innuendo you can find in his words; the alcohol’s surely corrupting your mind. His expression is unreadable, but the hint of amusement in his features tells you enough to feel horny. He’s your boss, but he’s only five years older than you, huh? 
Good thing you loved older men. 
“I feel like if you’re my teacher, I’ll learn anything.” Your sultry tone is laced with suggestion, leaning your cheek in your palm. The club was playing a provocative, sensual song that kept your blood pumping, your arousal rising and your heart beating erratically. 
“Mm,” Yoongi hums, his small grin exhilarating. “I am your boss, after all. You’d do anything I tell you, wouldn’t you?” 
His comment nearly leaves you winded, blinking idiocally. Your core pulses, your breasts feel hyper alert to his much closer presence, and your cheeks are hot under his tempting gaze. “Only if I like what you’re telling me to do.” 
Yoongi bounces a brow, rolling his tongue inside his cheek before his deep voice rumbles out. “Trust me, Y/N, you’d like anything I tell you to do.” 
Dampening your panties, you become restless, desiring his proximity. You shuffle closer, and suddenly feel a burst of intoxicated giggling attack you. 
“Don’t be cocky, Mr. Min.” You reach out and lightly hit his bicep, to which you feel how tight and thick it is. His eyes follow your hand touching him, until they refocus on you, an enthralling spark in his irises. 
He moves to speak, but his attention is called elsewhere when it flits towards some raucous behind you. He observes something evidently unfavourable, and he grinds his teeth harshly with frustrated eyes, tone vexed. “Fuck.” 
While you’re confused, Yoongi’s urgent expression finds you. “Y/N, are you okay with hiding?” 
“W-what?” 
“Are you okay if you hide somewhere with me?” He repeats, though with care and patience. “You don’t have to, but I’d rather have your company.” 
Blinking, you slightly malfunction. “Y-yes. I mean, if you need-” Before you can finish, your boss ensnares your wrist, suddenly tugging you along with him. You squeak as Yoongi navigates you both through the throngs of people mingling, drinking and dancing. 
His steps are so quick; you can barely keep up. “Mr. Min, why are we hiding?!” You need to shout over the music. 
Yoongi squeezes your hand tighter. “My uncle; head of the company. Not in the mood to talk to him.” Is all your boss grits before halting right before the black curtains draping the floor-to-ceiling windows; they overlooked an attached balcony. 
With your high-pitched squeal, Yoongi speedily conceals you both behind the curtains, tucking you underneath him. Your back lands flat against the chilled glass, and Yoongi’s caged you in, looming over you. 
You swallow as you peer up at him with widened eyes. His body feels sinfully hot this close, and you’re at a loss for words. There’s no way you’re pinned against glass by your boss, Min Yoongi. 
And there’s no way he’s staring down at you with dilated pupils, his breaths hot and heavy. 
“You’re okay?” He asks; if only he knew your heart is hammering against your chest. 
“I-I am,” you stutter. “But my… my dress.” You peek down at the side of your bodycon, having slightly torn up your thigh when Yoongi ushered you along. Your black, lacey panties are still thankfully covered, but your dress is ripped enough to bare a tasteful amount of skin. 
And you feel sweltering hot once you feel Yoongi’s warm breath fanning your cheek. 
His eyes shift towards the rip, and before you can cover yourself out of embarrassment, Yoongi’s soft, veiny hand drapes you with a light grab. Your heart roars exhilaratingly, peering up at him with warm cheeks. He keeps your gaze, searching your eyes meticulously. 
You can feel his rings… his goddamn silver rings you raved about touching you, and your skin’s burning up.
Incredibly horny, you squirm underneath him, restless that you’re even in this position with him. Your bodies are concealed by the curtains; it’s just you and him, and it’s dark. The alcohol is suffusing your brain with poor decision-making, instinctively craving him like an addict craves a drug, and you're experiencing euphoria. 
With your skin set ablaze, you slowly press your front against his, watching his expression carefully. Yoongi intakes a harsher breath, his eyes switching between your lip that you keep biting, and your hooded, tempting eyes. 
Your smaller hands curl around his biceps, holding onto them, a coquettish look upon your face. Yoongi eyes you with amusement, his vision hazing over with lust. 
The alcohol’s unlocked something carnal between you two. 
“What are you doing, Y/N?” 
His rich voice casts a spell on you, your eyes keen on his dewy lips. “Nothing.” 
Yoongi laughs. “Lying to your boss isn’t a good thing.” 
“And my boss touching my thigh isn’t, either.” 
Caught, Yoongi rolls his tongue inside his cheek with a scoff, irises glowing with mirth. His hand upon your thigh slowly, ever so slightly shifts from atop the fabric to slip underneath, enveloping your bare skin. 
He gently skims up your thigh, and you shudder underneath him, vying for his touch. The alcohol intensifies every inch he moves, the subtle grazing of his warm skin against yours intoxicating. The cold metal of his rings causes your core to pulse achingly, and your eyes give away your need, but your mouth begs to differ. 
“We shouldn’t be doing this… Mr. Min.” 
“Mm,” he hums, and you could’ve melted to the throaty, deep sound. “We shouldn’t.” 
And still, Yoongi painstakingly inches upwards. One, two, three, decreasing the space between your mouths too; the heat of his breath is invigorating. 
He glides across the lace of your panties suddenly, and you sigh erotically. Yoongi smirks, wetting his lips. “But you’ve been squirming all night, Y/N,” he rasps. “And I hate when people fidget.”  
Unable to respond, you feel Yoongi’s veiny hand canvas towards the band of your underwear, toying with it. He leans in closer, so close that you taste the whiskey on his breath, and suddenly, you adore the crude liquor. You know your eyes appear dumbstruck, his presence overriding your every system. 
His fingers slip past for skin-to-skin contact, and his touch to your pelvis enlivens you, shuddering. “Mr. Min…” 
“Do you like this?” He rasps, his unoccupied hand having slid down to your waist, holding at just the junction. His grip feels riveting, electrifying, hot. The tips of his fingers skim towards your core, and you anticipate his lewd touch to your wet clit more than anything. 
Flustered, you nod, your insides on the verge of exploding. 
Yoongi’s fingers slowly engulf your clit, and the heft of your body disappears. You feel light, airy, goddamn ascendant. Arousal rushes to your center pathetically, and you whimper in his hold, eyes a mess of need. 
Your boss grips your hip tighter, his grin amused. “Christ, you really needed to be touched, huh? You’re dripping.” 
Toes curling in your heels, you feel hot to the touch. Your desire to tease him takes the spotlight, however. “So… so unprofessional of you, Mr. Min.” 
Yoongi scoffs a laugh; the fact that you’re still unfiltered even in this position entertains him. “Liquor makes me a little unprofessional.” He admits, his fingertips circling your sticky bud as you shiver between him and the glass, your hands hooking onto his suit. “Especially around a woman like you.” 
“Do you do this… with all your female employees?” You breathe in between moans, leaning back against the glass to eye his smug expression as he fondled your cunt. You knew he was hiding something feral behind those unreadable eyes. “You know, since you keep such a close eye on them.” 
Your boss bites his lip, bringing his mouth inches before yours, his dark eyes pinning you in your place. “Like I said, you’re the only one I find interesting.” 
Yoongi’s fingers slip in between your puffy folds, and you capsize. You sigh so loudly when his cold rings press against your slit, and your boss lifts a finger to your lips, hushing you. “Shh, not so loud, doll. Or are you the type that likes to get caught?” 
Coloured slightly humiliated, you discern that you liked it. Especially when it was your boss with his fingers inside your panties. 
You grip his suit tightly to manage the pleasure he rubs between your thighs. He gathers your slick and constantly slides it around, lathering up all your folds with your essence. He teases your throbbing pearl, his rings adding a blissful chill to your sweltering hot skin. 
It’s hot, oh, it’s very hot. Being this close to your boss, feeling his breath against yours, and his heated gaze that never wavers is proliferating. Your boobs are squishing up against his chest, and your cleavage is revealing itself plentifully. Your body responds by riding his fingers, desperate to feel them inside you, to feel him inside you. 
Yoongi hisses at your grinding hips, watching it happen. “Fuck, move like that and I’ll have no mercy, doll.” 
You disobey this time, your pleasure far too suffocating. You move faster, head occupied by fluffy white clouds. Your center is electrifying and your gut is twisting, coiling so badly it’ll snap any passionate second. 
In your delirium, Yoongi speaks, his breaths rugged. “Fuck, usually I’m not phased by a woman that’s wet but you… you drip.” Your boss marvels, watching his fingers slide between your folds with such ease, and become amply coated with your leaking cum. “And all because of me? I didn’t even touch you.” 
Pride swelling, you smirk. “Guess I’m interesting, don’t you think, Mr. Min?” 
Scoffing with a smile, Yoongi plunges his two fingers inside your fluttering hole as punishment for your wit, and your body erupts with an erotic moan. Your boss covers your mouth instantly, and you moan into his palm, eyes fluttering shut at the sheer thickness of his fingers inside you. 
Couple in his silver rings, and you were a goner. 
You peer at him with hooded eyes, and Yoongi’s quick to press his crotch against you. You feel his clothed tip nudge your hip, and your insides ignite. 
He increases his pace, finger-fucking you against the hard glass. He pumps inside you deliciously, twisting and curling up his fingers to massage your walls like a god. Yoongi appears mesmerized by how much you squeeze him, groaning in accordance with your euphoric moans. 
Your boss nestles his thumb against your clit, and just as he moves forward to seal your mouths together, a drunk couple slams open the doors to the balcony just left of you, waltzing their way out. 
You panic, eyes widening with the fear that upon occupying the balcony, the couple’s on the opposite side of the window you’re pushed up against, able to see everything. Yoongi hushes you in that instant, his eyes calm and collected. 
“They can’t see you, only me, doll.” He assures, and maneuvers his body to conceal yours, while he remains in plain sight. Your dress’s skirt still covers your ass, and frankly, all anyone can really see is Yoongi caging you against the glass. 
Though the movement of his arm should be a dead giveaway of something explicit happening, and your chest fills with an odd sense of… arousal despite your initial shamefulness. You wish to speak as he covers your mouth, and Yoongi lets you. 
“Can-can they see you? Do they know what you’re doing?” Yoongi shoots a look above you towards the couple, before meeting your eyes again. His pupils are beyond dilated, his forehead slicked with sweat, and he glistens stunningly underneath the moonlight. 
“They see me, I think they know what I’m doing.” Yoongi tells you honestly, but his fingers never stop their addictive movement, softly fucking you underneath him as quiet whimpers spill out of you. “But I like the face you make when my fingers are inside you, I won’t stop unless you want me to.” 
His completely confident expression throws you for a loop, hyponotized by his cat-like eyes. You feel exposed, humiliated, but something about his intoxicating eye contact makes you believe it’s only you and Yoongi in this world. 
And the pleasure he provides you becomes your penicillium. 
Your boss sends you flying when he quickens his head-spinning pace, ramming his fingers into you. You moan incessantly, feeling the prying eyes of whomever is now on the balcony, but the weight of Yoongi’s broad body, his captivating eyes keep you grounded. 
Even then, the idea that you’re the one pinned against glass by him while others look on is almost empowering; you’re the only one who could disassemble the stoic genius of your department, Min Yoongi’s, self control. 
Though yours is in danger. It’s sinking with every hot second, your nipples begging to be sucked or exposed to him, to rut against his impeccable suit. Your clit is throbbing, your walls are molding around his thick fingers and rings, and all you need is to kiss him. 
You move forward, and he does, too. Your orgasm is impending, and you yearn to consume him like a five-course meal–feel your body press into his with all its might. You’re centimeters from the liplock, reviving your lost moment, feeling the heat of his mouth and tongue as he approaches you, before another bout of raucous party-goers open the balcony doors, too, shocking you two. 
The opening awakens your awareness; Yoongi instantly extracts his fingers from you, and your head returns to Earth. 
Your chest rises and falls as your orgasm melts away, your pussy soaked and achingly throbbing. Your boss also dons a semi-hard on, and every nerve inside you feels completely burned out. 
Yoongi stares at you, and you stare at him, the air between you two suddenly thick. What just overcame the both of you? How did you even end up in this situation with him? You let your boss finger-fuck you against a balcony window, in a public place. Have you completely lost your horny fucking mind? 
Embarrassed that his fingers are now coated with your juices, and that you still pathetically yearn for his touch, you avert your eyes, swallowing rigidly. 
Only Yoongi’s steady voice calls your attention back, listening to him clear his throat. “Y/N, did you eat?” 
Cocking a brow, you meet his gaze. “Huh?” 
“Before drinking. Did you eat before drinking?” 
You gently shake your head. “No.” 
Yoongi sighs, even dipping his head. “You should never do that.” 
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you merely cross your arms and lean against the glass, teeming with uncontrollable sensations–the denial of your orgasm was frustrating you vehemently. 
“Do you want to eat ramen at my place?” 
Dazzled, you nearly choke, meeting his completely serious gaze. Hold on, he wasn’t kidding? Did your boss really just ask you to eat ramen back at his place? First of all, this was an official invitation to your executive boss’ home. Second of all, is he even familiar with the sexual euphemism?
There is no way Min Yoongi is using this euphemism on you. 
“I-what?” 
“I should’ve asked you if you ate before getting you to drink. I’m partially responsible, I should treat you.” He simply says, and once you consider he may actually mean just eating at his place, you don’t mind the offer. You really didn’t eat before drinking, perhaps a meal could sober you up and deal with this situation more intelligently. 
You’ve already committed enough idiocy.
“Sure,” you nod, bewitched by the look in Yoongi’s eyes. He’s unreadable again, but you swear you can discern the glint of lust still swirling within his irises.
You hate that it makes you feel thrilled. 
“I would love that.” You smile. 
Yoongi grins beautifully, tongue rolling across his teeth. “My place is the highest floor of this building. Come along, doll.” He tells you before gently grabbing your wrist, and leading the way towards the elevator. Your stomach fills with butterflies as he squeezes you, recalling that it was with the same hand he’d fucked inside you. 
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You gulp as you stand next to Yoongi inside the compact elevator. 
He’d explained that the upper levels are all residential, and require a key from any of the owners to access them. He personally owns the highest room, a lustrous penthouse, and with a simple turn of his key, only yourself and Yoongi were headed up towards his home. 
You genuinely wish it was that simple, but it isn’t. All you can feel is how soaking wet you are between your thighs, the sexually-charged energy between you and your boss, and smell the mixed scent of your cum on his fingers and his cologne in the air. 
Yoongi was predominantly silent, merely standing with his fingers weaved together before him. He stares only in front, never stealing a look at you. You suppose the earlier situation truly woke him up to how insane it even was; he’s probably decided to completely remain at arm’s length with you. 
The idea makes you feel wounded; you’d never felt so hot with a man before, and your body still aches with need for him. If he could pump pleasure through your veins like that just by his fingers, how would his cock fare? Stuffed inside you as he pins you down into his sheets? His couch? Even the very walls of this elevator? 
You internally sigh at your delusional mind. 
Suddenly, Yoongi actually sighs next to you, even shakes his head. “Fuck,” he curses, and you’re the equivalent of a lost puppy. 
“What?” 
“God, fuck it.” 
Just as you turn to question your boss, he suddenly charges forwards and presses his mouth against yours, kissing you fervently. Shocked, the power of his kiss overwhelms you, but you instantly become taken by his lips, the powerful, sensual way he molds his mouth with yours. 
His dogmatic force shoves you up against the elevator wall, and you moan mellifluously into his mouth. His tongue teases your bottom lip before he pulls back, his breaths harsh and rugged, his hands resting either side of your head. 
He stares into your eyes, and you similarly breathe for your life; he knocked the wind out of you. 
“Can I continue?” he rasps, and his fiery irises spell your doom. You vehemently nod, and Yoongi dives in for more within an instant. 
When his mouth meets yours, you’re floating. He presses his broad body against yours, the weight of him exhilarating. His tongue is merciless, asking for more of you, consuming you for all you’re worth. Your hands travel up his chest, traversing higher to weave through his luscious locks.
Yoongi moans into the kiss when you tug at his hair, and you feel your core gush with your sticky essence. He truly was going to be the end of you, and to think he’s only been a mere office away. 
Breaking away from you, his school-laden breath fans across your cheek as he pants. You’re similarly winded, and can’t stand being without his mouth. Clutching his suit, you tug him back on your lips with demanding force, and Yoongi’s thoroughly impressed.
He lets out a surprised groan as you hook your leg around his thigh, yearning to feel his delicious, clothed monster wedged between your dripping pussy.
Yoongi immediately curls his hand underneath your thigh, holding you wide open as he begins grinding his hips into yours. You shudder when the heft of his erection teases your sensitive folds, your hands ruining the iron press of his suit.
“Shit,” he breathes between your kisses. “You are absolutely sexy.”
Proud, you breathe back. “Not as sexy as you.”
Yoongi groans with you as you both relish in this position; his cock slowly rutting against your warm pussy, your kisses sloppier and wetter than ever. He becomes insatiable, and his mouth travels towards your pulse point, sucking your sweet spot plentifully as you crane your neck.
“Fuck, Y/N” Yoongi curses, the slight growl in his tone riveting. “Are you wet enough for me to fuck you?”
Shivering from the inside, your pussy flares at just the question, and you whine like a dumb whore. “So wet, Yoongi, so fucking wet.”
Yoongi suddenly smacks his heavy hand against your bare thigh, his voice deep as you squeak “Don’t call me by my name.” He admonishes, his eyes darker than black. “Call me Mr. Min.”
Scoffing with delight, you glow with amusement. “Boss likes hearing his title, huh?”
“More like knowing he’s doing something he shouldn’t.” He smirks, and you smile to yourself thinking you had him figured out all along; he truly did hide something intense behind his unreadable eyes.
“Mm, Mr. Min likes fucking his employees?” You tease, an all-too-innocent pout painting your lips.
“Like I said, you’re the only one I find interesting.” Yoongi becomes tired of your separated lips and dives in once again, kissing you feverishly, his hips unforgiving as he repeatedly plunges his clothed cock against your panty-clad core.
“Interesting enough to fuck?”
“Interesting enough to break some rules for.”
With that, he shuts you up with a powerful thrust into your soaked sex, and you shakily moan so loud it echoes within the small space. 
“Fuck, Mr. Min… please fuck me.” You beg, your clit throbbing incessantly. He was driving you insane with some mere dry-humping; you truly were a goner. 
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being stuffed full of my cock?” Your boss condescends. “So impatient, doll. We’re not even at my place yet.” 
“So you did mean the euphemism… earlier.” You moan in between, his hips rhymically driving into yours as his body presses into you. 
Yoongi cracks a smug side-grin, licking his lips. “There’s no way I’ll ever forget how wet you feel.” He dips down for another chaste, fiery kiss, his hands gripping your body roughly. His fingers clutching your thigh travel up to your underwear, hooking onto the soaked fabric. “I need to be inside you.” 
“Mr. Min… fuck,” you sigh, body buzzing with uncontrollable arousal. “It’s now or never, please.” 
He breathes a deep laugh. “You’re definitely my type.” 
Without a word, Yoongi quickly slides your panties down your ass and removes them, tucking them into his suit pocket. He returns for animalistic kisses as he helps you bunch up your skirt, his hands eventually curling around the back of your thighs. 
You don’t need further instruction and leap into his arms. Yoongi catches you flawlessly and drives you up against the elevator’s wall, the two of you deeply groaning as you make out shamelessly. His cold rings nestled against your skin feels enlivening again, causing you to lose all forms of control.
Your ass rests perfectly upon the metal handle running across the entire elevator, and your hands have never been quicker to dart towards a man’s belt. 
Fumbling with the metal clasp, Yoongi assists you, removing his belt and unzipping his trousers to reveal his taut boxers. He’s impatient to free himself, and your eyes widen at his absolutely stunning dick. Pretty and pink, the tip thick and wet with pre-cum. 
You practically salivate, and once Yoongi sees your expression, his voice becomes hoarse with pleasure, his lips merciless as he dives in for a kiss. “Condom?”
“IUD.” 
“Are you clean?” 
“I usually don’t sleep around. You?” 
“Tested a week ago, clean.” 
Beaming, your body operates on its own and kisses him blissfully, hands tugging his tufts of thick hair as he curls his veiny, ring-clad hand around his delicious shaft. He pumps himself, and the movements occasionally nudge your bare pussy lips, shivering to be fucked full of him. 
“Fuck,” you gasp. “Mr. Min, please fuck me. Fuck my tight pussy.” 
“Filthy fucking girl, to think you’ve been my type all along.” He growls as he aligns himself with your entrance, your eyes shifting towards where your bodies connect. 
Yoongi watches as he slowly pierces himself inside your warm, wet pussy, moaning out gloriously as he does so. Your body vibrates with incontestable arousal, heat bundling up inside your stomach. 
“Fuck… oh fuck,” he curses. 
“Mr. Min, oh my God.” 
You quiver pathetically–the sting of his cock invading you is glorious. Yoongi was thick, the kind of girthy that stretches you out like a spacer, and your mind was in delirium. You moan ferally as you dig your nails into his neck, legs clinging to him for dear life. 
When he bottoms out, your pussy practically squelches, dripping cum like honey from a hive. You both breathe unevenly, foreheads already sweating. With a chaste kiss, Yoongi pulls out of your sex, inch by inch, and inserts himself once again, ensuring he fucked deeper this time. 
You mewl, clutching him like a koala as your legs shake. “Mr. Min…” you whimper. 
“Jesus Christ, I never thought I’d hear you whimper my name like that.” He wets his lips, focusing on the way he pulls out of your pussy, only to draw back in. He tugs in and out, sliding effortlessly within your fluttering walls as your essence slicks him up to perfection. 
After one stroke, two, three, your boss indulges in completely fucking you up against his elevator wall. You’re surprised you haven’t reached his place yet, considering how much has just happened, but then again, everything felt so fast, too. So hot, fiery and intoxicating. 
You know the alcohol was causing you both to lack common sense right now, but to also intensify every second of his cock plunging in and out of you, your bodies on auto-pilot. 
Yoongi begins driving up into you from underneath, delivering delicious thrusts that leave your head spinning and your toes curling. You gasp as his thick length repeatedly fills up your empty canal, his throbbing meat the equivalent of being complete. 
His flesh is prominent with veins, and you can’t help but adore feeling him so bare. Your pussy walls smother him, in love with the way he fucks you into the seventh sky. 
“Oh god, Mr. Min… your cock.” 
“Mm, it feels good? Yeah?” You melt listening to his gravelly voice, body bouncing over his dick. 
“So fucking good, Mr. Min. Don’t stop.” 
“Wasn’t planning to, doll.” 
Yoongi grunts as he buries himself deep inside you, kissing your cervix as your eyes roll back. You lean against the wall, losing your mind as he crafts your very own paradise inside you. The action calls attention to your covered tits, however, and Yoongi becomes fascinated by their erotic jostling. 
His hungry eyes sweep all over you, and he’s consumed by lust. 
Yoongi moves without thought, tearing your dress down until your boobs spill out. You gasp, and just as you register his possible next move, Yoongi’s warm mouth envelopes your nipple, suckling on the pert nub as he continues fucking up into your sex. 
You wail, mind clouded by lust as your bundle of nerves throbs for friction, and his thick cock inside you unravels your insides with each drilling thrust. He grunts and groans, breathing hard as he delivers each delicious stroke, hips smacking into yours, his hard member gliding across your wet, velvet walls. 
“My God, Y/N, can’t believe you’ve always had a cunt like this.” He groans deeply, the tip of his tongue flicking your nipple as you cry out. “Tight, wet pussy. I could fuck you forever.” 
Cosmically proud, you purposefully tighten your walls around his dick, and he hisses. “Doll, don’t you dare tease me like that. I’ll punish you for it.” 
“But watching your self-control unravel… is the best part.” You speak between his powerful thrusts practically banging you into next week. 
Yoongi scoffs a laugh, his eyes conniving. “You’ll pay for that.” 
Instantly, Yoongi grips you so hard you’ll know you’ll adorn bruises, and begins harshly piercing your sex in his dick with tireless vigour. He’s hard and fast, fucking you so mercilessly you were bouncing. You scream out as he jackhammers you against the wall, the friction from his pelvis serving your swollen clit.
You see colours explode behind your eyes, head plunging into an abyss of sheer pleasure. Your body’s on white hot fire, sizzling gloriously as Yoongi pounds your cunt from underneath, your hard nipples rutting against his suit-clad chest as he hides his face in the crook of your neck, his breaths hot, and you hug him to you like your only lifeline. 
He fucks you so good you’re convinced you’re not on Earth anymore, your pussy broken and battered, but the constant stimulation to your g-spot spells your doom, coiling your gut tightly. 
“Mr. Min… Mr. Min!” 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N, fuck!” 
“Oh God, I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m gonna cum!” 
“Yeah? You’re already gonna cum, doll? Did I fuck you that good?” 
“Yes, sir, yes.” You mewl, carding your fingers through his thick, black hair as you hang on by a thread, losing all composure. 
“Obeying me so easily,” Yoongi teases, his words breathy, his skin sweaty. “Only when my cock’s inside you, huh?” 
You whimper, pining for your release that pulses inside you. “Please, Mr. Min, fucking stuff me.” 
“Want me to breed you, doll?” Your boss speaks sweetly, pecking your pouty lips as he mercilessly fucks you. Tears collect in your eyes; he’s fucking you that good, so much so that you feel him in your lungs. “Want my cum inside your cunt? Want it dripping down your thighs?” 
You shiver, moans high-pitched as you nod pathetically. Your boss cracks a shit-eating grin, his laugh rich and deep. “As you wish, doll. Cum all over me, keep me inside you and never let me out.” 
Finally, his words help you reach your demise, releasing your powerful orgasm all over his throbbing cock. You hold hims captive inside you, squeezing his dick for dear life as Yoongi simultaneously lets his guard down, and spills his load inside you, softly stuffing his cum inside your heat. 
When his seed overflows and spills out of your sex, your boss is quick to swipe up the milky white liquid. He directs his fingers to your lips, and without instruction, you open up, enveloping him with your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his digits, tasting his cum with a delighted moan. 
Yoongi softly groans. “Fuck, you’re exactly my type.” 
Sheepish, you chuckle, and Yoongi joins, completely spent. You both breathe heavily, skin slicked with sweat, arms lazily tangled around one another. Your hooded eyes meet his as he lifts his head; you swallow to replenish your dry throat. 
“That was… insane.” You breathe, wisps of your hair loose. “My pussy… is done.” 
But Yoongi doesn’t seem to be on the same page as you, who wets his swollen, lightly lip-gloss stained lips with a playful grin. He appears as anything but tired, instead hungry for more.
“Not yet, doll. We still have my entire place to ruin.” 
The elevator subsequently dings, and the doors unveil your boss’ enormous penthouse, along with the numerous possible places he can fuck you. 
Gulping, you meet Yoongi’s darker-than-black eyes that gleam with sin, and your body buzzes with anticipation. You’ve never once been more thankful for alcohol; especially, hard liquor. 
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crazy | jjk drabble
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↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; your boyfriend comes with an idea
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader, jungkook x f!character
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, smut, cheating au
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, threesome, protected & unprotected sex, oral sex (f. and m.), cheating
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.2k+
a/n: commissioned 
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The two of you were always a little crazy. Your friends told you that many times on different occasions, never meant to be an insult but more of a teasing observation. They said you and Jungkook were always meant to be. Each other's soulmate. Compatible. Like a puzzle clicking into one massive perfectly shaped piece.
You and him would always try new things.
Non-sexual and sexual.
It made your relationship eventful and never boring. You both preferred it that way. But it has always been just you and him, because that's how it is in most cases.
So when Jungkook came up with a new idea how to spice up your sex life once again, you were open to listen to him. You do not like sharing which totally goes against the threesome idea he randomly told you about while cuddling you, having post sex conversation. But somehow at that moment, the thought seemed to be hot. You both talked through various scenarios of how you would be able to do this with someone who could be trusted. In the end, you agreed for it not to be another man. You do not want another man.
This is purely about sex and sex fantasy.
The thought of seeing Jungkook with another woman seemed hot in a way. It sounds bizarre but you're the one who's in a relationship with him. It's just sex. You've had a fuck buddy before Jungkook and it was always just sex between you and him. And this is only one time thing. It's something you both agreed to try.
And as Jungkook suggested someone, a woman named Aria who happens to be his co-worker, you were a little skeptical.
“She fucks you and then you keep seeing her in work.”
That's what you told him, not sounding angry at all but being honest which you've always been with him.
After a lot of reassurance, saying he knows you both can trust her, you've ended up nodding to this idea and even feel slightly excited. You have the power. Jungkook is yours.
He's been wanting to change his job anyways. There's a high chance he won't even see her in a year.
Under the hotel's room lights, because there's no way you're going to do this in your and Jungkook's bed or home, her hair looks thick and shiny. Her skin is soft and delicate but she holds a sense of dominance in her gaze.
You've never seen another woman naked in front of your eyes. But as Jungkook locks your lips and averts your eyes from her to him, you allow yourself to close them and welcome the sensation of his soft and skilful lips. He feels like home, adding security and love to your heart. It's like it's just you and him.
Until the kiss breaks and Jungkook motions for her to follow you to bed. She's already naked, clean and no hair in sight as she seems to be perfectly ready for this occasion. So are you. You've been preparing the whole day for this. Both nervosity and excitement escort you even to this moment.
She's confident, from the way she walks to the moment she joins you in the bed. You watch your boyfriend rank his eyes over her exposed body, keeping his eyes neutral as the thoughts of insecurity never cross your mind. Jungkook always makes sure you know how much he loves and appreciates your body. He never allows you to feel insecure because he fills you with so much love.
You and him had a conversation about your boundaries. You had only one requirement and that is – no kissing. Well, a part of using condom during this time but that's kind of obvious.
You all have drank a few drinks – you're not sure if you would be able to relax without at least a small amount of alcohol. It wasn't enough drinks to make you drunk or tipsy, but you're glad you went for it because it certainly made you more relaxed and allowed you to enjoy this moment rather than overthink it. You're not the overthinking type. You and Jungkook float smoothly like a single boat on a wide sea.
Still, this is something you've never done nor experienced before.
Watching him getting to know her body, one hand on her breast while he makes sure his other hand is preoccupied with your breast. But he stares at you, those warm eyes filled with lust and little craziness you both have, you relax even more into his touch. Everything progresses smoothly, not too slow and not too quick. Jungkook controls everything and makes sure to keep his eyes mostly on you, almost as if he's checking if you're okay with this.
It's odd because you acknowledge Aria's presence in the room, even as she sucks your boyfriend off while you're sitting on his face, welcoming the pleasure he's giving you. However, it feels like it's just you and him. He brings you to orgasm in a minute, head placed between the soft and big pillows while he stares at you with a wet mouth and lust filled in his eyes. The sight is hot, sparking a new set of lust inside you.
Meanwhile you get off Jungkook, you watch Aria getting closer to Jungkook who keeps sprawled on the bed, leaning up against his elbows as he envelopes her breast with his mouth. He's not facing you but with his hand he motions for you to get closer. You do, biting your lip as soon as he sneaks his hand between your thighs and starts rubbing your heat and wetness there. He sneaks his fingers inside after a few minutes, the sound of his mouth and her soft moans filling the air while you enjoy him filling you up, even if it's just his fingers at the moment.
“Fuck, you two are amazing.” Jungkook says somewhere in the middle of it, praising the both of you as Aria shamelessly moans at the praise.
You're used to Jungkook praising you, it's always nice to hear and he never fails to do that. But now there's another woman involved and you know the act is purely sexual, however you stay silent and keep your focus on his fingers inside of you. But you don't want to come on his fingers. You want to fuck your boyfriend, claim him.
And you do.
The moment you sink down Jungkook's cock, you make sure he keeps your eyes on you. He drinks you in, hand dragging down your bra cup to free your breast so he can pinch your nipple. You moan, enjoying how his thick length feels inside you. The feeling is familiar, no… feels even better. Like home. But it always feels just as amazing.
At that time, in this moment, you completely forgot that this is supposed to be a threesome or there's another woman in this very same bed. Not until Jungkook's moans and curses get louder and you're reminded that you're not alone here. You're not in your bedroom and this is not one of your casual sex. Looking back, your chest brushing against Jungkook's, you find Ara behind you. For a moment you're not sure what she's doing there, until you realize she started sucking his balls while you fuck him.
You see why Jungkook thought she's a good person to do this with. She's shameless. She isn't scared to make a first move, not even as someone who has never met you before and clearly not as someone who's having a threesome. You're not sure if she has done this before, but she could definitely be considered as an experienced in this area. Which cannot be said about you, regardless of how many things you've done with Jungkook. And there were a lot of them.
Your boyfriend lets you experience his own pleasure by gripping your hips tightly. He keeps praising not only you but Aria as well, calling you both good girls and sluts – something that you also experienced and is a pretty casual thing between you and him. You're not offended by it and you're pretty sure Aria isn't as well as her moans can be heard behind you. Jungkook grips your ass before delivering a sharp slap onto the tender flesh. He does that a couple of times, fucking you even harder until you no longer can think about anything else. You come with a moan in the form of your boyfriend's name, breaths hitting the crook of his neck as he palms your ass. He is still hard and you know he's trying to prolong his pleasure as much as possible.
Though you're a little down by him not coming, you know there's still another person who barely received any pleasure.
With lust gone and orgasm slowly dying down, you let Jungkook's cock slip out of you as you sit next to him, trying to calm down your wild breathing.
Aria doesn't waste any time though and you're a little frozen by her first approach. She easily sits up and peers at Jungkook through her lashes. And then you watch her lick her lips, the sight coming out as explicit while you can't bring yourself to move. She easily grabs Jungkook's hard cock into her hands, taking matters into them most precisely, as she slowly starts to jerk him off.
Jungkook sighs in delight, letting her revive the pleasure back up.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks, and Jungkook nods immediately, pointing at the condom box at the dresser that's placed next to a huge window that is blinded by a wide curtain.
The city behind the tall windows blocked by the cloth, just as much as the three of you are.
You're not sure what to do. Your orgasm is gone and you no longer feel the need to receive more pleasure. It's like you want to do something, anything – just to not sit there and stare. Still wearing your underwear, you ignore the scent of sex and Jungkook on you as you can't force yourself to leave the room. Why should you? Shouldn't you be present?
Wishing Jungkook would look at you and maybe read the look on your face you're not sure you have. Though he doesn't.
Instead, you watch Aria taking your previous position as she sits down on his cock, right after she slid the condom down his length. You watch her bouncing on your boyfriend's dick and you gulp, wanting to take your eyes off but you don't. Looking at him you see him being in pure ecstasy, enjoying the moment and that's enough satisfaction for you to just stay there. You want to get closer to him, to let him know you're still there and want to be a part of what's happening right now.
But your thoughts and the weird feeling in your chest don't allow you.
They both come at the same time, your body starting to shiver and it has been for a while now, but you were too stubborn to notice.
Her hands sprawled on his chest – like they have been while they fucked – are gone in a minute as she gets off his cock. She shoots him a wink, naked and shameless, and walks towards the bathroom.
You sit there, slowly blinking as Jungkook comes down from the intense high of his orgasm, his eyes peering at you as a slow smile makes it on his lips. But you just stare and that shakes him out of his state and daze. He quickly gets rid of the condom and sits down.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” you answer automatically, but you're not sure if you believe your own words.
“What's wrong? You don't look happy. Didn't you like it?”
Still naked, he cups your face and you almost have the urge to push his hands away. Not when they touched her just a few minutes ago.
You're not usually the jealous type. Jungkook has always made sure you're the only one – just like he made sure of many things. However, this feels different. And you know this has happened because you wanted to have fun, experience something new together.
“I don't know,” you murmur truthfully, hearing the sounds of water from behind the door of the bathroom. “I felt kinda left out at the end.”
“Babe,” Jungkook says softly, “I'm sorry. I–fuck, I didn't think of it.”
“I was enjoying it at first but, I don't know…” you mumble, “I just don't think I'm crazy enough for this to happen again.” you admit.
“Oh fuck. Did I fuck things up with this idea?” He sounds worried and you can clearly see it in his brown soft eyes that are back, the lustful ones gone as he searches your face.
“No, it's fine. I just don't think I want this to happen again.” you clarify, wanting to assure him that there's no need for him to beat himself over this.
“That's okay. We learn together, right?” he smiles and you nod.
He leans down to kiss you but you automatically turn your head and he stops midway. You're shocked just as much as he is, both of your mouths slightly opened in surprise.
“Sorry,” you nervously giggle, “I just think we need to wash everything off.”
“That's alright,” he assures you, but you know he keeps his true emotions hidden. Unfortunately, you have no intention to discuss this now, not when Aria is in the next room. “We won't do this again. I promise.”
And you believe him. How can you not? He's your lovely boyfriend. He helps you dress up, before he continues to put more clothes on top of his boxers, hiding his naked and fit body. At the end, he leaves with you without saying anything to Aria who's in the bathroom still taking a shower.
But he's not a dick. He leaves a note on the nightstand.
“Thanks for doing this with us.” He adds the first letter of his and your name at the bottom.
After cleaning yourselves in a different hotel room, you fall asleep while Jungkook's body is pressed against your back, you think you can forget about this. It's just another experience you'll be able to move past.
You're crazy like your friends teasingly said. It's a shame the words have gotten a new meaning and you don't know about it yet.
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“You did what?!”
The screeching sound coming from your best friend is no shock, but you still squirm on spot as your shameless confession makes it to the world. It wasn't that shameless though. You might be more adventurous in terms of sex, but you're not as loud about it – at least not alone.
It's not even current – that is if two months could be considered not current.
“You had a threesome?! Tell me everything? Who came up with the idea?” She suddenly sounds excited, though her facial expression turns sour when she sees the lack of enthusiasm and excitement on your own face.
You've confided in her because of your worries, not because you were too eager to share the details of your relationship and most importantly – your sex life.
Not that you don't overshare – just as much as she does – when you're having a drink and some alone bestie time, but this is not particularly something you have to talk about to anyone else. You do like privacy. And it was one of the reasons why Jungkook said Aria is the perfect candidate for the new experience, because she is low-key and private. It turned out to be true because after the threesome, Jungkook has assured you she's acting as if nothing happened.
He is leaving the job this month anyway, so he will probably never have to see her again which makes you relax a little. The less people know, it's better. You have this feeling that it should never be talked about again.
So you explain to your best friend everything, starting from the beginning. Minus the sexual details of course, but you do include how left out you suddenly felt. At the end, you're met with compassion from your dear friend.
“So, you're saying he's been acting weird?”
“I can't really pinpoint what's wrong,” you admit unsurely, shifting on your couch as you scratch the back of your head. “We had sex shortly, I think a few days after it happened, but ever since then… he just says he is tired.”
You look at her, finding her giving you eyes as you groan.
“I know, I know!” you exclaim frustratedly, “He is allowed to feel tired but I just know there's something wrong.”
“You said the other day he's going into a new job. Maybe he's nervous or something…”
“But that's exactly it. He never is secretive. He's not afraid to share his struggles with me. I don't mean to sound overdramatic, but I just know it… I just know there's something he's not telling me. And it's not just about sex.”
She sighs, scratching her temple. “I wish I could help you. Maybe you could sit down with him and talk about it?”
“I tried,” you roll your eyes at the thought, “I told you. He always brushes me off saying it's nothing and he's fine. What if he has grown tired of me?” you ask, suddenly sounding scared as your friend snorts.
“Tired of you?” she clarifies, “That man is in love with you.”
Looking at your phone, you check the screen for any messages just to be met with nothing other than the time and date. 24th of May. It's one of the things you feel weird about too. Jungkook used to text you over lunch whenever he had the time. But he hasn't been doing that for a few weeks too.
You hope your best friend is right, and you want to trust her badly as she assures you Jungkook would never leave you.
29th of April. Friday.
He has no idea how the fuck this happened. Actually he knows but his mind is blank.
He got wasted at a work company party. Aria never left his side, they talked and they cleared the air by discussing what happened that night. She was pretty cool about it. So cool that it made Jungkook feel lighter, excited to share the news with you once he comes home.
Party felt nice. Especially since it's the last one he's going to attend with his co-workers.
He kept drinking, enjoying the time by mingling around.
One moment he talks with Aria privately, just the two of them and the next they're naked. He's drilling his hips into hers from the back, her moans filling up the hotel room. He's not sure how many positions they try. Fuck. He's not even sure how long they do it for.
It's the morning that follows after that makes him throw up. Not only the remaining alcohol in his stomach, but the sight of his sleeping and naked co-worker. But this is not how it happened the first time. You're nowhere in sight and he realizes he majorly fucked up. The fuck. He's not even sure if they used a condom. He can't find it anywhere.
It's her hands he feels as he empties his stomach, embarrassingly still naked as she keeps her voice soft and quiet.
“It's okay.”
But nothing's okay. He cheated on you. The realization makes his stomach turn again.
He's angry. Mostly at himself.
He ignores her presence as he cleans himself and quickly puts some clothes on.
“It's not okay.”
He suddenly speaks, his voice coming out hoarse after thirty minutes of silence. He only now reacts to her previous words.
“Nothing about this is okay. I cheated on my girlfriend. That is not okay.”
Her face turns into a sad one, almost as if she could feel his pain. And then she comes up closer to him and cups his face. He flinches and watches her with brows scrunched.
“We don't have to tell her.”
“This,” he says, taking a step back, motioning between him and her. “Is not happening again.”
She looks sad but she gives him an understanding nod.
“I--I have to go. Sorry.” he stutters and quickly grabs all of his stuff.
When he comes back home and finds you there still sleeping, looking angelic and so innocent, his stomach heaves again but nothing comes out. Your voice is heard shortly after, behind the bathroom's door, asking him if he's back and okay.
He faces you because he has to, the smooth lie coming out of his mouth as he assures nothing happened and he just overdid it with alcohol. The lie tastes worse than a vomit.
24th of May.
“Are you excited about the new job?”
You fill up the silence, swallowing down the embarrassment of having to start a conversation yet again. Jungkook has been eating quietly, not even glancing in your direction as you prepared his favorite dinner. He thanked you, barely brushed his lips against your cheek bone in a silent thanks. Now you're sitting opposite each other, Jungkook's eyes merely glancing at you before he averts them back to his almost still full plate.
“Mhm.” he hums, causing you to eye him for a good minute before you sigh. The click of your chopsticks makes him look up, finally giving you enough attention in the last three weeks or so.
“What's wrong with you?” you ask straight away, “You've been acting weird all month. You barely talk to me, you won't even look at me.”
“Babe–”
“No,” you stop him, “You had free time this whole week, you ended your old job a week ago and you're never home.”
“I–” He stops himself, sighing as he drops his own chopsticks to rub his face. “I'm sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” you exclaim, hating how clueless you feel.
The doorbell rings and Jungkook glances up at you as you stand up, tossing your napkin back on the table with a frustrated and pissed off look. He gulps but doesn't say anything in response.
He can't lie to you. He can't do it.
But he knows the moment he tells you the truth, it's all done. It's all his fault. He should've never talked to you about the fucking threesome idea. He knows you weren't feeling it, you wouldn't even have to tell him because he could see it on your face. And that's how he told himself he would never think about it again. It's not your thing and that is fine. You tried many things and it turned out to be not your or his thing. It's nothing new.
Yet it changed everything.
It made him crazy in a completely different way.
He feels your muffled voice, not being able to make words but that's until he hears another familiar voice. His stomach drops and he's on his feet before he can blink.
“What are you doing here?”
You don't mean to sound rude but you're surprised how unfriendly you actually sound at the sight of her. She looks well-put as always. It's almost comical because she has cleaned up nicely, while you're in your completely natural state wearing homewear that has seen better days.
“I'm sorry I had to come here because Jungkook wouldn't contact me back.”
“And why would he do that? He's not working at the company for a week.” you point out, not hiding the confused look as she searches your face for a second.
The rushed footsteps can be heard until they stop just behind you, Jungkook's chest brushing against your back as you stare at her.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wouldn't have to come here if you didn't block my number.”
“You blocked her number? Why?”
Looking back at Jungkook, he shifts his eyes away from her to glance at you. He visibly gulps.
“Jungkook.” you say his name warningly, feeling there's something he's desperately trying to hide.
The panic, sadness and desperation. You see it all in his visibly pale face while Aria crosses her arms over her chest and doesn't look sorry at all. In her presence, you suddenly feel left out all over again. Because there's something you're missing out on and only two of them know about it.
She's not Jungkook's friend. Jungkook said she's purely his co-worker.
Why would she suddenly come here? How does she know where Jungkook lives? Why would Jungkook block her? He told you she's fine after the threesome and there's no need to worry.
And then the biggest fear and the scariest thought occurs in your mind and your face starts to change. This time Jungkook sees it all and he starts panicking. He doesn't want to have this conversation with the front door open, but he could care less about it now because he's already losing you. He can feel it.
“Jungkook…. I know we agreed not to tell her,” Aria speaks, having the audacity to actually sound sorry. That's until she starts rummaging through her black leather bag until she pulls out something.
You watch Jungkook's eyes widen as you shift your eyes toward the item in her hands. She's impudent enough to even thrust the picture in your direction. And you swear you feel like your whole world has ended. That's what you think until she adds;
“But I'm pregnant and it's yours.”
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unforgettable | na jaemin
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unforgettable | na jaemin
part of the playlist series!
genre: smut, angst
pairing: college!au, bassist!jaemin x f. reader
word count: 19.6k
synopsis: No other girl could even compare to the way you made him feel, and he’s determined to find out just what makes you so special. No matter how many times you push each other away, you’ll always be unforgettable to him, and him to you. 
rating: 18+ NSFW WARNINGS INCLUDED UNDER THE CUT
this entire fic was so self indulgent; i have no explanation for myself. I present to you almost 20k words of kat being a simp for na jaemin. i was literally getting butterflies writing some of this. 
warnings: CHEEKY MUSICIAN JAEMIN, swearing, protected sex (condom), fingering, oral (m + f receiving), multiple orgasms (f), spitting (lol?), dirty talk, copious amounts of flirting, confusing flirting, confusing relationship that isn’t even a relationship
nothing in this fic is meant to be a representation of these idols in real life. this is for creative purposes only. 
The stage is where Jaemin feels like he’s dead, alive and surviving all at the same time. 
“Last one!” Jeno called, and Jaemin nodded before turning back toward the crowd. His calloused fingertips fell into their natural rhythm. His favorite bass guitar, the white one, hung low over his pelvis and he jutted his chin toward Haechan, signaling the singer to present himself to the mic. 
For most of the night, the drunken crowd had paid little attention to their music and instead used it as background noise as they partied wildly, but there was something about their closing song that always got people’s heads turning. Renjun gave a small riff on his guitar and Jeno pumped up the tempo of his drumming. 
“Are you ready?” Haechan asked into the mic, an eruption of cheers answering back. The four boys smiled, Jaemin throwing his head back in a way where his body couldn’t possibly have handled the flood of pure glee rushing through him if he hadn’t. He laughed outright, but it couldn’t be heard over the booming sound systems and Haechan’s approaching voice. 
Jaemin had strummed to this song enough times to do it with his eyes closed, and his vocals wouldn’t come in until the bridge, so it gave him plenty of time to entertain himself without the mental strain. 
Scratch that, it gave him plenty of time for his eyes to land on you. 
He might not have noticed you if it weren’t for the way you were dancing, alone and without a care yet filling up all the empty space a partner would have otherwise been. You wore a simple black dress but the way your pretty body moved in it caught his interest. And with one scan of the crowd, he wasn’t the only admirer. Jaemin could only spot glances of your face through your curtain of hair, his eyes glued to you and they couldn’t do much of anything else. You were so free and full of life. 
The venue was outdoors, in the backyard of some rich frat Jaemin didn’t know the name of, and strings of lights swooped back and forth above their heads to enhance the youthful stupidity going on below. Were you alone in this big filled party? Him and the boys don’t necessarily stop by this campus too often to play, but he’s surely never seen you here before. He didn’t know what to make of that. 
Jaemin didn’t have much time to dwell. The song’s bridge was somehow already halfway through and Renjun was side-eyeing the hell out of him as he covered for his lack of, well, singing. Jaemin knew exactly what the guitarist was thinking. What an idiot. 
They played it off well though, and by the time Jeno clashed the cymbals in finality everything had gone relatively smoothly as far as Jaemin was concerned. His bandmates didn’t seem to agree. 
“What was that?” Renjun barked as they exited the small makeshift stage, raising his voice over the generic EDM music now blasting through the speakers. Jaemin shoved his bass into its case and shrugged, sending his friends a condescending salute and an insulting smile as he walked backwards into the crowd. The three of them knew the boy well enough to guess where he was going. 
“Fucking hornbug,” Haechan sighed, but he was chuckling under his breath. 
The thickness of bodies proved hard to navigate through as Jaemin craned his head over everyone else’s. After many shoves and half-assed apologies, he finally found you, who was talking to another girl in the middle of the dance floor. His eyes followed the lines of your body, but with closer proximity, he could finally see your face in its entirety. And fuck, he was ready to see much more. 
Jaemin shifted his demeanor to suit something more appealing, and with a surge of confidence he weeded his way to your side. He looked away at first, ruffling his hair upon habit. His nonchalant attitude must’ve worked, because your eyes landed on him and didn’t care to look away. Jaemin caught your stare and studied you for a moment, as if that wasn’t what he had been doing for the past five minutes in secret. 
Pretty, Jaemin thought mindlessly. 
Your friend gave the two of you a knowing look before willingly slipping away, leaving you in the hands of this beautiful stranger. His flowy shirt was unbuttoned several times down to reveal his chest, his black hair messy, its previous styling now overcome with a thin layer of sweat. There was a tattoo running down the side of his neck, and though the dark lighting around you prevented you from seeing what exactly it was, the ink stood out strongly on his pale skin. 
Hot, you said to yourself. 
“You’re from the band, right?” you asked, and he nodded with a smile. He liked that you didn’t quite know who he was. Jaemin could feel the mutual attraction, and it struck him that good things would happen tonight. He just knew it. 
“And you’re quite the dancer—” Jaemin paused, his eyes hunting yours expectantly. 
“Y/n,” you finished, satisfying the first step the both of you needed. “And what should I call you?”
“Na Jaemin,” he breathed out, stepping a few measly inches closer, yet it spoke volumes as he loomed over you. You quirked an eyebrow at him, your eyes wide and alluring as you stared up at him in a way that made his heart jump into his throat. He could see right through you, though, and he knew not to grant you false innocence. You were far past that threshold, and he pouted at your efforts. He was done playing the meeting game. 
“Do you feel what I’m feeling, Y/n?” he pondered, his voice dark and soft in a haunting combination. It was such a loaded question for him to ask, and you responded instead with a touch to his hand. His eyes flickered down and he bit his smirk away, keeping his body still as you guided his movements. Slowly, until his cold fingertips grazed where your dress clung to your thigh, and your exhale was so shaky he had to use every muscle in his body not to rip you apart in the crowded, dark room. 
You froze your movements, and Jaemin’s eyes moved back up to your challenging gaze. You were willing him to make the next move, he realized. Funny, because he didn’t hesitate before moving his hand past the hem. He hummed in satisfaction when you gasped. 
“It depends. Am I?” 
“Fuck yeah,”
It was the last thing Jaemin said before pressing himself into you for a kiss. You were glad he was so quick to jump on the train you were steering, and you figured the universe picked well when leading you straight into Jaemin. Whoever you had to thank for giving you this handsome, endearing, amazing-at-kissing man was getting a million cries of gratitude from you. 
You learned quickly that Jaemin was both a very touchy and vocal lover. His large hands reached down to shamelessly grip your ass through the material of your short dress, and you shuddered as you weaved your hands into his hair, his low groan invading your mouth. You were so lost in the kiss that you squeaked in surprise when he pulled your body harshly into his, and you could feel a prominent bulge against your lower abdomen. You were about to pull away to catch your breath when he chased your lips, sucking and nipping your bottom lip before he let you go. 
“Aw,” he cooed, peppering light kisses along your face until he reached the shell of your ear. “Looks like someone took more than they could handle,”
You scowled up at him mockingly, and Jaemin couldn’t stop from pecking your lips. How you could be so addicting, he didn’t know. He swore he just met you, right?
“Come on,” he called, grabbing your hand and leading you through the crowd. You received a couple nosy looks from the people you passed, everyone glancing down at your intertwined hands. They all must know the boy you were with. You figured you might be a little over your head, but you surely weren’t going to stop now. 
There was a shift in the air when you both stumbled into the empty hallway, the music seeming so far away and the lights too bright. Jaemin tried the handles on a couple doors and eventually struck luck, tugging you into the bedroom, and the sound of the door shutting and locking was the final nail in your heavenly coffin. 
You two got undressed rather quickly, until you were both left bare and he was looking you up and down like he was a devil sent to your beckoning. You couldn’t help but notice his build, the muscles in his torso rippling as he approached you. He kept advancing until his chest was out of sight and he was pressing against you, the poster behind you smooth on your skin. 
The two of you looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, the lighting in the room dim from the singular, weak lamp on the desk. You noticed how large his eyes and how rather long his eyelashes were as he blinked at you. You hooked your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. 
“Is this okay?” Jaemin asked, hands rubbing the curve of your hips before squeezing your skin slightly. 
“Yeah, definitely okay,” you breathed out. The look in your eyes stirred something within him, and he leaned forward to press a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. It was intimate, and the skin he left behind tingled. You closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his lips moving to explore your jaw, down to your neck where he ran his scorching tongue. You were sighing heavily when he nipped your skin teasingly. 
“Darling,” he whispered, moving his face back up to capture your lips. You both groaned into the kiss and you were acutely aware of the way his bulge nudged softly against your tight, so you reached down to cup his length. He groaned, and you were sure he couldn’t possibly get any more attractive than that. “I don’t even know what to do with you,”
“You’re so big,” you murmured, your fingertips light as they brushed down the shadow of his length. Jaemin smiled, a cute grin with his lips glued tightly together as his eyes squinted at you endearingly. 
“Too big?” he questioned, and you nodded meekly. “But it’ll make you feel so good, right? ‘Cause you’ll take it. You’ll take it just for me and I’ll let you cum,”
You melted at his words and you were surprised he had such quickening control over you. Jaemin was just so damn assertive that he managed to weaken your resolve. 
“Would you like that, baby?” Jaemin grabbed you by the waist and peeled you off the wall, and the two of you stumbled over to the bed as he twisted around and let you rest on the mattress first. He followed right behind and slotted a knee between your legs to pry them open. “You just want someone to take care of you,”
“Want you to take care of me,” you replied. Jaemin hummed in agreement. 
“I’ll do more than that,” he promised, placing small kisses on your boob that almost tickled. Daringly, you shifted your bodies until his back hit the sheets. Jaemin sucked in a breath as you wrapped your hand around his length, letting you stroke him a few times before turning him over on his back. He scooted up the sheets so he could lean against the headboard and get a proper look at you. Even if he wanted to be in control of the situation, he could never deny you as you knelt between his legs, the curve of your ass taunting him. 
Jaemin finally pulled his underwear off, tossing it somewhere off the bed and you smiled at seeing his erect cock. It was big, incredibly thick and Jaemin was clearly aware as he smirked at you, the pretty girl practically drooling at the sight of him.  You licked your lips and peered up at him but he was only looking at you with dark, hooded eyes, encouraging you to start. You grabbed the base of his cock, giddy at the way your hand couldn’t quite wrap around its entirety. Jaemin hissed as you licked up to the tip, several times until you were satisfied with the saliva coating his length. 
“Holy shit,” he panted, your mouth wrapping delicately over his swollen head as your tongue traced the underside. Jaemin was visibly sweating now, the ridges of his abdomen rising and falling with his labored breaths. Without warning you sank lower, his tip bordering on the entrance of your throat. He choked out a low groan and admired you with pupils blown out from the pleasure. 
You sucked harshly as you bobbed your head up and down, focused entirely on the way his face contorted and how hot he sounded. You pulled away for a second to breathe, and Jaemin took the opportunity to lunge his upper body forward and grab your hair, forcing your head back. 
“Open,” he muttered, and your jaw opened obediently. He smirked at your compliance and ran his thumb across your bottom lip affectionately. You watched as he leaned in close, and you were almost desperate for the kiss you were anticipating, but you weren’t disappointed when instead he spit into your mouth and jerked your mouth closed himself. Fuck. 
You hummed in approval and turned your attention back to his cock, leaning over his tip and slowly letting both yours and his saliva drip onto his flushed length before taking it into your mouth once again. His thighs were tense under your palms and you braced yourself, trying to go lower, but you gagged around his length without getting barely more than half his length inside. You tore off of him and coughed slightly. 
“Maybe it is too big for you,” Jaemin sighed with fake sympathy, his hand lazily reaching up to caress your cheek. You relaxed into his hand for a second, your face leaning into his touch, but you were interrupted as his hand moved to roughly grab your face. You were practically dripping onto the bed. “What are you going to do with such a big cock?”
“I’ll take it like a good girl,” you answered instantly, your words a bit muffled from the hold he had on your cheeks, and he groaned at your words. 
Jaemin had heard enough, and he disregarded the blowjob you were giving him so he could switch your positions. You nearly screamed when he thrusted two fingers into you, curling them deliciously. Your legs twitched as he pumped them slowly but deeply into you, the loud sounds coming from your dripping pussy resonating about the room embarrassingly. The music from downstairs was muffled but it felt like a soundtrack to whatever movie you and Jaemin were living in together, fucking each other like it was love when you had only just learned the other’s name. 
“So fucking wet,” he growled, his thumb moving up to rub your clit as his fingers sped up. He was a bit sloppy as his finger slipped around your bud, but his touch was intoxicating as he brought you closer to your impending climax. You were so sensitive that it was no surprise. 
“Jaemin, fuck,” you moaned as he scissored his fingers inside of you, surely stretching you out for what was coming next. Jaemin was so good, but he went one step further as he leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud and laving over it repeatedly. His bangs tickled your skin as he hovered over you, and you let one hand go from the sheets so you could brush his hair back and bunch it in your grip. 
“Cum for me, Y/n. I want you to cum on my fingers,” he spoke around your breast, shifting to move to the other as he rubbed your clit harder. Your eyes squeezed shut, Jaemin humming in satisfaction as your walls clamped around his hands as he slowed his thrusts down. 
“That’s it,” His mouth and fingers left you as you layed there, recovering. Your head was nearly spinning and you had yet to open your eyes, but they shot open when Jaemin trapped your clit in his mouth, sucking hard. 
“Jaemin! Oh my fucking god,” you moaned, but he didn’t let up as he enjoyed the way your bud pulsed lightly on his tongue. Your hands were woven into his soft hair, your back arching and your thighs attempting to close around his head. He stopped, growling and using his strong arms to pry your legs open further than they were before. 
“Stay fucking still,” he demanded, diving down and shoving his tongue into your entrance, gathering all the arousal and cum from your leaking hole. Jaemin moaned at your taste, traveling as deep as possible just so he could swallow it all down. 
You were twitching pathetically by the time he was satisfied, your pussy covered more in his spit than your juices like he owned it. Maybe he did. 
“So pretty,” he murmured, but you weren’t sure if he was talking about you or your cunt as his eyes darted between the two. You rested your hands over your head, staring up at his handsome face bashfully, and he let out the most adorable giggle as he moved back up to you. He grabbed your hands, kissing your knuckles. “Fucking cute. What am I going to do with you?”
He chuckled as you bucked your hips up to meet his painfully hard cock, getting the message. Jaemin prayed to whoever’s room this was as he opened the drawer to the nightstand. With some kind of godsent luck he grabbed one of the foil packages and tore it open with his teeth, fumbling the condom between his moist fingers before you sighed and grabbed it from him. 
“Not to be impatient, but I need you. Right now,”
Your tone was demanding and urgent, sparking Jaemin with intense need. “I think I’m in love with you,” he blurted, and even though it was clearly a joke, both of your hearts paused for a split second at the word thrown so casually. The feeling was mutually ignored. Jaemin couldn’t even chastise himself over his stupid word choice when you were looking up at him like that, with your glassy eyes and parted lips. 
You got the condom on with ease, Jaemin’s face flushing with fleeting embarrassment. 
He pumped his cock in his large, veiny hand as he lined his head up with your entrance, breaching your entrance with just the very tip. Your hands ventured to his back, feeling the sharpness of his shoulder blades as you ran your fingertips across. He shuddered at the way you touched him so delicately, but his gaze hardened and he focused back on shoving his cock into you. 
He went slowly but it still felt impossible to accommodate his length, his girth seeming to expand the lower you got on his cock. You whined and pressed your hands to his abs, and he paused for a moment wondering if you wanted him to stop. His entire demeanor shifted. 
“Are you okay, princess?” he asked, reaching a hand up to brush the strands of hair falling over your face. 
“I’m okay,” you whispered, pecking his lips, and Jaemin groaned as you clenched around him, his length nearly entirely inside of you. 
“Just a bit more,”
You were relieved when his skin finally met yours, and for a moment you reveled in the feeling of him bottomed out inside of you. He was stretching you out just as much as you thought he would, the burning sensation slightly painful but incredibly addicting. From the look on his face you figured Jaemin was doing more than just enjoying it, too. 
Jaemin sat up a bit more so he had more control over his movements, gripping your hips in his sweaty hands so he could slowly slide in and out of your scorching heat. His lips were pursed and he was breathing heavily out of his nose, something he would do to get a grip on himself when it felt too fucking good. 
“My baby’s never been taken care of, huh? This tight little pussy was just asking to be fucked,” Jaemin noticed how sensitive you were to every inch he pumped into you, and he almost felt sorry as you whined at the size of his cock. With how hard you squeezed around him, he couldn’t help but love it just the same. 
There was something about the way Jaemin looked at you that got you impossibly more aroused, the intensity of his gaze proving to get you all hot and bothered inside. It felt like your insides were twisting from both his dick and the butterflies he gave you, a dehumanizing combination as you laid there at the mercy of him. As he began to pick up the pace your moans got louder, spurring him on as they turned into screams of pleasure. 
“You like it that much?”
“I love it. Love your cock so much,” you cried, your back arching into his thrusts. Your walls were stretching nearly beyond their limit as he forced his cock into you over and over again, and your body felt like it was levitating right off the bed. Jaemin’s head spun at the sight of you in such intense pleasure. On a whim of spontaneity, he pulled his cock out of you. 
“Hands and knees,” he spoke, and he didn’t mean to sound so demanding, but the deep gruffness of his voice gave a different impression. He was surprised when you whimpered, flipping over obediently and displaying your ass to him.
“Oh?” he perked up, grabbing your ass and spreading you open so he could properly see your wet cunt, your hole clenching sporadically around nothing but air. “I didn’t know you could be this messy. So beautiful. Everything about you,” 
Jaemin used one hand to guide his length back to your pussy, but instead of entering into you like you hoped he would, he opted to slide himself in between your dripping folds teasingly. His cock slid up to the curve of your ass and it rested so heavily against your skin. 
“Jaemin,” you whined, dragging his name out. “Please,”
“Please what?” he asked, but when you opened your mouth to reply the tip of his cock caught on the hood of your clit, sending an intense pang of pleasure up your body. You couldn’t speak as your mouth dropped open, your upper body collapsing as you pressed your cheek into the soft sheets. He tsked disapprovingly, his hand immediately threading through your hair as he used it to pull you up. You caught yourself on your hands, your back now arching up as he continued rocking his length against your folds. 
“Please fuck me,” you answered, your body tingling with excitement at his roughness. You really, truly couldn’t have asked for a better outcome from coming to this party. Truthfully, Jaemin was too needy himself to delay this any longer, your answer good enough for him to sink back into you. He could make you beg more later, another time, he thought. 
The new angle gave him an impossibly deeper reach into your cunt, hitting a certain spot inside of you that made you cry out. Jaemin was perfect, you thought. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect cock. And now you were close to having a second orgasm in the bed of a stranger. In a house you’ve never been to, at a party filled with faces you barely knew. It was all so exciting. 
“I’m going to cum,” you panted, your words a bit choked as your head was still tugged back. Jaemin took it as his cue to reach down and rub your clit earnestly, wanting to give you your release before he reached his own. 
“Mmh, so good for me,” he hummed, clenching his teeth at the way your walls were tightening around him. You were so close, just a bit more.
Jaemin’s thrusts had slowed and he wasn’t hammering into you anymore, instead giving slow, hard thrusts that brought a new form of pleasure. It was just what you needed in order to reach your climax. 
“Jaemin, fuck. Shit,” you moaned, lewd sounds coming from both your mouth and your pussy. He released your hair and you collapsed back into the pillows, your hips pushing back into him as you came down from your peak. You weren’t sure if a second or an hour had passed when Jaemin then pulled his length out of you, using his grip on your hips to flip you onto your back once again. 
You were looking up at him with a fucked out expression, and Jaemin decided that you had had enough for tonight. He moved to leave the bed but you whined, and he turned back to you and your pouty eyes. 
“You haven’t cum yet,” you complained, spreading your legs to display your weeping cunt to him. Jaemin had little self control around you yet he shook his head. 
“It’s alright, this was more than enough. I’m going to clean you up, okay?” 
His thoughtfulness only made you want him even more. 
Jaemin ignored his painful erection and turned away, nearing the bathroom door when his movements halted from the sound of a whiny moan. His gaze shot toward you and you were laying in the sheets, two fingers stuffed in your pussy. You were coaxing him. You were desperate. 
Your eyes were closed from the overstimulation, and you didn’t know Jaemin had approached you until he grabbed your arm and ripped your touch away. You trapped your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress your victorious smile. 
“Such a fucking brat,” Jaemin growled, pinning both your arms above your head with only one hand. You were defenseless like this and he knew it. “You want my cum that bad. So badly you’ll make me mad,” He tutted at you disapprovingly. 
“You want to act like a cumslut?” Jaemin no longer wasted any time, ramming his length into you in one smooth thrust. You keened, in love with the fact that this was his second time entering you, yet you weren’t quite adjusted to his size. “I’ll fuck you like one,”
You regretted nothing as Jaemin pounded into you over and over again, your body moving both up and deeper into the mattress from the sheer force of his thrusts. He wasn’t gentle with you anymore, not that he was before, but his intensity now paled what you thought was his version of rough. 
And you thought he made you feel good before? This time, you were sure you would never forget him and his—special set of skills. 
Jaemin’s stamina was quite impressive, chasing his own high. You could feel him everywhere. In your cunt, your chest, even the tips of your toes as they curled. You were screaming into the open air, and Jaemin found it in him to kiss you as if it would quiet you. But who was he kidding. He wanted the entire party to hear you as he fucked you into a stupid, blabbering mess. 
“Fuck, you’re going to cum again, aren’t you?” Jaemin taunted, noting the way you clenched around him. “I’m too generous. Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum. Or maybe I’ll make you cum again. And again, and then one more time, until you’re begging me to stop,”
You couldn’t speak, you could barely even breathe, but you forced your eyes open and met his own, and then you did something that nearly threw Jaemin off the bed. You had the audacity to smile, even throwing in a bubbly, infectious laugh as if he weren’t balls deep inside of you. Huh, you sure knew how to surprise him. He liked that. 
He actually loved it, but he figured it wouldn’t make a difference. 
It did. 
Jaemin sustained his pace and it wasn’t until you were teetering dangerously over the edge did you feel him begin to twitch inside of you. Sweat dripped down his face and his bangs sat attractively on his forehead, framing his beautiful features. For a moment you realize you’d forgotten how handsome Jaemin really was, and for much longer you realized how genuinely infatuated you were with him, somewhere far past the sexual level. It was scary. So scary that you pushed it to the back of your mind so it wouldn’t distract you any longer. 
“I’m close,” he groaned out, his hand reaching down to your clit to ensure you both reached your peaks one last time. It only took one flick of his index finger on your swollen bud for you to come undone, your cunt wrapping so tightly around his cock Jaemin could barely bring himself to move. He just wanted to relish in the warmth. 
He looked down at you just as you looked up at him, and the eye contact felt much more intimate than it probably should have. 
His cum shot into the condom yet you could feel every twitch of his length inside of you. His breathing was ragged and you felt a sick satisfaction knowing he was just as fucked out as you were. 
“You’re so fucking hot,” he praised, looking down at his softening cock and seeing the white creamy cum you left on his covered dick as a trace of your arousal. He had to look away before he got painfully hard again. 
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured to you, and you lowered your hips back onto the bed as you heard him open the door to the bathroom. You heard the faucet running before his footsteps approached again, and you turned over to watch him struggle pulling his underwear back up whilst holding a dripping wet cloth in one of his hands. You giggled at his disdain. He eventually got them up and walked back over to the bed, and you hummed in appreciation as he cleaned you up, the unexpected aftercare giving you another reason to like this boy. When he was finished, he comically tossed the dirtied towel onto the desk across the room, uncaring if both of your cum was on the table. 
“What time is it?” you asked him as he crawled into bed next to you. He pulled you into his chest and yawned. 
“Time to go to sleep,”
You sighed, searching the room for some sort of clock, and on the desk there was an expensive looking computer that was dim with the time and date softly lit on the sleeping device, the time reading past midnight. 
“I have to go. My roommate is expecting me back,”
“No you don’t,” Jaemin groaned, hugging you even tighter. He was warm against your back and you considered staying there forever, but you did not want Hina to barge into a house of sleeping, drunk frat boys looking for you. 
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, twisting in his hold to face him. You caressed your hand over his cheek, combing through his hair and down to his neck. “Jaemin, you can’t be asleep already,”
“I was hoping if I faked it you would stay,” he whispered, his eyes finally opening and he sighed, sitting up. He was the first to stand and he offered a hand out to you as you followed after him, the both of you redressing in the clothes scattered about the floor. 
“Can I keep these?” he asked, holding up your lace panties like a trophy. You looked at him, appalled. 
“Why?”
“Think of it as a warranty. If you want these back, that means I’ll be seeing you again,” You chuckled at him, but you reached your hand out expectantly. He reluctantly gave it back. 
“Thank you sir,” you said, but as you reached out to grab it Jaemin grabbed your hand and pulled you into him instead. You had no time to adjust yourself as he kissed you ferociously, a clash of teeth and intensity. Something slid against your chest as Jaemin shoved some sort of paper into the top of your dress, biting your bottom lip teasingly before pulling away. 
“You know, the boys and I don’t stay in one place for very long,” Jaemin sighed, buttoning his pants and haphazardly fixing his hair. “Don’t be a stranger, got it? I’m expecting full compensation for my generosity—” It was your turn to cut him off as you kissed him, softer that time, savoring the feeling of the gentle kiss. You both melted into one another, falling even faster. 
“So are you going to, like, give me your number or something?” you asked, but Jaemin surprisingly shook his head. He must’ve seen the disappointment practically exuding out of you, but he only smiled and pet your hair affectionately. 
“I believe that those who are meant to be in my life will appear on their own. Or maybe I just love the chase,” Jaemin explained, and the look in his eyes told you to believe him. To trust him. “I’ll find you again, Y/n,”
“Well then, goodnight, Na Jaemin,” you called as you slowly slipped away from his touch, then his presence, until you walked out of the room with a stupid, gleeful smile stretched wide on your face. You pulled the paper out from your bra and laughed knowingly as you unfolded the amateur band poster. 
Hello Future: The Band 
Want us at a gig? Hit us up. We can drive.
Jaemin was left alone in the room, and he closed the door shut behind you and collapsed onto the mattress, the smell of your perfume encasing him. He stared up at the ceiling, the same goofy grin plastered on his face as well. 
Jaemin was convinced you were different. There was something about you that made him feel something he couldn’t shake, but it was quite possibly the most euphoric, thrilling emotion he’d ever experienced. He’d never looked so forward to seeing a hookup again, if that’s what he could call you. He’d never been completely sober after one of these stupid frat parties, either. 
He couldn’t get you out of his fucking head. Not that he minded much.
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Jaemin was gone the next morning. It hadn’t been the plan to leave so soon, but the band was called back by their producer. Something about putting some new music out. 
You continued living your life without much of its normalcy being disrupted, but you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t think about a certain black haired bassist from time to time. And, okay, maybe you searched up his band’s socials. Jaemin didn’t seem to have a personal account, though, which you were quite disappointed about. 
“Yeah, they’re pretty popular on the college party scene,” Hina said distractedly as she brushed her hair in front of the mirror, your older roommate much more acquainted with the boys’ reputation than you. It didn’t stop you from asking, but you left a few key details of that night to keep to yourself. “I heard they get paid a lot, too. Why were you asking?” 
“Just thought they were cool,” you replied nonchalantly. “You know how I am with music,” 
Hina hummed in reply. “I’m pretty sure Yangyang knows them. Probably produced a song for them once or twice. You should probably ask him, if you’re really interested,”
And ask Yangyang you did. 
“Are you really using me as a mutual friend right now?” he chastised, shaking his head as you trailed behind him like a sad puppy. 
“Oh, please, Yangyang. You should be glad I’m even speaking to you right now!” 
“Says the girl I had to drag out of bed after a massive hangover. I could’ve gotten kicked out if someone saw me on the girls’ floor. The things I do for you,” 
You sped up a little and parked yourself in front of the boy, forcing him to halt his steps. You rubbed your hands together pleadingly but only as a last resort. 
“If you have his number, I swear I will do anything,” 
“Anything?” the boy pondered, rubbing his chin in exaggerated interest. You slapped his hand away. “Ouch. What’s got you so interested in Jaemin anyway? Is it the tattoo? I bet it’s the tattoo—“ 
“I swear Yangyang, I’m about to tattoo a hand mark on your left ass cheek if you don’t—“ 
“My gosh! Keep you and your hands away from my money makers. I don’t even have his number, anyway. I do have Haechan’s, though. The vocalist with the killer voice,” 
“That’ll barely get me anywhere!” 
“Then I don’t know what to tell you. I’ll see you at the gig tonight though, yeah?” 
“Whatever. See? This is why you owe me,” 
“Of course, my beloved friend,”
“Shut up. It’s too early for this,” 
You were dressed to impress and by the time you had finished your makeup you realized all too late that you were running short on time. Yangyang was going to run your ear off if you weren’t punctual. 
“Have fun!” Hina called after you, hyping you up as you left the room stumbling to get your heels on. 
The club was dark, shadows packing every corner you could see through the entrance as you approached. You gave a dazzling smile to the familiar bouncer, Johnny, who gave you a fleeting grin, jutting his chin toward the side of the building before checking another ID. 
“There she is!” someone cheered just as you opened the door. Karina rushed up and wrapped her arms around you, the subtle scent of something sickeningly sweet encasing you. 
“Is it a pregame kind of night, Rina?” you chuckled, parting from your friend and sitting yourself in front of one of the vanity mirrors. The lighting aided you as you touched your makeup one last time, glancing at the clock and knowing the shift was about to begin. 
You carried a tray of empty martinis, balancing it on your forearm as you weaved your way through the tables. You approached the bar and knocked twice, signaling Doyoung’s attention. 
“Looking hot, Y/n” he teased, tossing you a napkin to dab on your sweaty forehead. 
“I’m about to get a lot more sweaty soon,” you sighed. Just as you finished, a majority of the large room grew pitch black as all of the fluorescent lights pointed toward the stage. They always put together the DJ set the nights you and your friends were scheduled, Yangyang standing behind the table as he spoke about the night only just beginning. 
There were cheers throughout the crowd as you made your way up to the stage, giving the crowd an endearing smile as you, Karina and Yeji got into formation. Yangyang pressed a button and the music came to life, and you danced like you always did—like you had bills to pay. 
After finishing your performance the three of you scrambled to collect the money scattering the floor, giving a quick wave and blowing a few kisses before sauntering off the stage and back into the dressing rooms. Yeji counted every bill and split it evenly between the three of you, satisfied with the amount. 
“It was a good night,” Karina commented, fanning her bills in her face with a smile. 
“That’s because they went crazy for your little solo,” you joked. “Anyways, I have to go. Don’t spend it all tonight, okay?” 
Your best friends only scoffed at you, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek before you stuffed the money in your bag and walked out. Just as you were about to approach Johnny and make small talk, a man stopped you in your tracks. You looked between him and Johnny with caution, but your friend had already noticed, inching  toward you slowly but intimidatingly. 
“Hello! I would like to introduce myself. My name is Park Yeojin and I work for a film studio,” he handed you his business card, and you took it.
“Uh, I’m Y/n,” you replied. He took your name in stride as he continued. 
“I’m actually in town on vacation, and I surely wasn’t planning to talk business while going out to the club with my friends, but I truly think you’re amazing. Stunning, really. Anyways, one of my business partners is shooting a music video, and I think you would be perfect as the starring role,” 
Johnny shot you a thumbs up with an amused expression as he backed off. You glanced down at the contact info in your hands. SM Filming Studios. Huh, seems legit enough. 
“Will I be getting paid?” you questioned, feeling embarrassed when the man simply laughed. 
“Oh honey, have you not heard of SM before? You’ll be paid generously, I’m sure,” he explained, adjusting his glasses, and you took notice of the expensive looking watch on his wrist. “The artists that hire us are household names, but you’ll be shooting with an up-and-coming group,” 
He leaned in closer, a smile on his face. “I think you’ll take a liking to them. Will you think about it and give me a call in the next couple of days? I anticipate that the film will be shot sometime next week,” 
“I sure will, Mr. Park,” 
~
“SM Film Studios. Please state your business,”
“Hi,” you answered nervously. “I was hoping I could speak with Mr. Park Yeojin?” 
“I’ll see if he’s in a meeting. Could I have your name, please?” 
“Y/n,”
“Thank you, if you could stay on the line—“ the receiver went dead for a moment, a popular radio song sounding. You had done some research on the company in hopes it would help you make your decision, so you were aware that this song was one that they had worked on. 
“Y/n! Pleasure to hear from you,” a voice boomed, one you recognized. “Here to bring me good news, right?” 
“Of course,” you grinned. “I’m on board with the project, if the offer still stands,” 
“Thank goodness! I took a gamble on you, you know. I convinced my coworker not to hold auditions, telling him that he needed to trust me that you were worth waiting for,” You were flattered by all of his praise, and it gave you a boost of confidence. You had doubted if you were worth this big-shot company’s time. 
“So, when do we start?” you asked. Being a college student, it was pretty easy to travel somewhere for a few days (as long as you forced Yangyang to take notes for you while you were gone). 
“Oh, that’s right. I’ll be needing to hand you over to Changmin for this. He’ll be the director and PD for the shoot. I’ll be giving him your information to contact you and I’ll go ahead and send the electronic paperwork over,”
“Thank you so much!” you gushed, providing your email address before hanging up. Your heart was racing and you were excited. Maybe this was the first step you needed to pursue a career in the entertainment business. 
You got Mr. Park’s message with the contracts and liability waivers, signing them quickly and sending them back. Your phone pinged and you checked it anxiously. 
Hello Y/n, this is Yoon Changmin. I hate to spring this on you fairly last-minute, but we are going to be shooting in our own studios. You should be able to access the address on our website, and there’ll be someone at the security gate to escort you to the correct place. Thank you, see you tomorrow. 
Tomorrow?
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You put your life on hold to make it to the set, not really sure what to wear, so you settled on something similar to what you might’ve worn to an audition. You pulled up in Karina’s car, your friend kindly letting you borrow it for the day, approaching the front gate after nearly an hour and a half of driving. 
“Name please?” the man asked, glancing down at his clipboard when you gave it. “Alrighty, that man over there in the gold cart will lead the way. Just follow him and park in one of the guest stalls,”
“Thank you so much,” you smiled, rolling your window back up and heading through the opening gate. It was easy enough to find parking, but you were quite nervous once you got out of the car. 
“Y/n! So nice to finally meet you,” a man spoke, approaching you with a black cap on his head. “I’m Changmin. We’re going to be sending you to the choreographer very quickly before we have the stylists work on you. You’re going to have to pick it up quickly,” he explained, walking with you toward the large building. You entered a small studio where the choreographer was waiting. 
“Hello, please warmup however you can. We’re going to need to go over this quickly,”
You barely stretched before she insisted you started. “Alright, the boys in the group already learned the choreography, but you’ll only be dancing with one of them. We’re going to run a few screen tests once they arrive, seeing who you look best with. As of right now, Mr. Yoon is thinking that Lee Jeno will be best,”
You nodded, staying professional. Lee Jeno? The group must be fairly new, because you didn’t seem to know who they were. 
The choreographer led you through the dance, helping you with the partner work and running the music with you. It was a nice song, but it was slower and more sensual, so you knew you had to match that energy with your moves. It was a good thing you worked in the night club so often, but then again, that must be why you were scouted in the first place.
“Amazing! Wonderful job, Y/n. You’re going to be the star of this video,” she gushed, leading you out the doorway and toward the vanity tables in another room. You froze, though, when you heard someone call your name. You turned around, your jaw dropping to the floor. 
“Jaemin?”
“Uh, do you guys know each other?” one of the four spoke, his dirty blond hair ruffled a bit about his head. You made eye contact with the sheepish Jaemin, telling him with your eyes to say something. 
“Yeah! We met at the party earlier last week. How are you?” he explained, approaching you alone and slinging an arm around your shoulders. You gawked at him in shock as he began walking the two of you the opposite direction, speaking to you when you were out of ear shot. 
“Holy shit, what are you doing here?” you gasped, laughing as you gave him a tight hug. He reciprocated, his grasp tight. 
“I should be the one asking you. This is my band’s music video, you know,” 
Realization set in. You couldn’t believe now that you had never asked who the artists actually were. You had no idea Hello Future were full blown artists like this, but then again, based on their social media following, maybe you should’ve figured it out on your own. Jaemin was watching you like he still couldn’t believe you were really standing in front of him. 
“So, uh, I was recruited by one of the SM studio employees when they watched one of my performances back at my home job,” you explained, giving him the entire story about how Mr. Park had approached you and set everything up. He looked impressed, about to say something, when he was interrupted. 
“Where are Jaemin and Y/n? We need to get them ready and get the ball rolling!” Mr. Yoon called out, Jaemin giving you a wink before the two of you jogged into the dressing room. 
The outfit the stylist picked out for you was simple—an all red ensemble and excessively chunky boots. You emerged from behind the curtains and saw the boys each had their own outfits, black leather and denim gracing their attractive features. One glance over Jaemin and you had to wipe the drool from your chin. 
“Alright, we’re going to begin filming everyone! Wait—boys! Eyes and ears here, please,” Mr. Yoon demanded, everyone turning to look at the four as they snapped their heads around from you to him. You snickered to yourself, watching them trying to brush it off. “For our staff, this song is called It Felt Like the World. It’ll be pretty steamy, I admit, but it’s all for the cameras right?”
You could feel Jaemin’s stare without even glancing at him. 
“We’re going to begin with the instrumental shots, so hopefully Y/n can go over the choreography a bit more. Don’t worry hun, you’ll do amazing,” Mr. Yoon encouraged, giving you a smile before settling back into his authoritative persona. Your choreographer approached kindly as the boys left for the huge red backdrop that already had an impressive stage and their instrumental set up. As you went over your choreography you heard several directions come from where they were filming, the drummer marking the 4-count before they began playing the song in real time. You paused for a moment and simply watched them, amazed by their passion. You watched them play the entire song, grinning at the fact that Jaemin took the lead vocal on the last four lines. When they hit the last beat and strummed the last note, Jaemin met your piercing gaze and smiled, snapping you back into reality as you bashfully turned away. 
“That was great guys! We might come back to this and film a couple more times but our cameramen need to reconstruct the blocking before we do. For now let’s decide on the male lead. Uh, any volunteers?” 
All the boys’ hands shot up immediately. 
“Okay then, uh, Yerin, could you consult with me?” he called to your choreographer, the two of them muttering to each other before he clapped his hands together and readdressed you all. “Well, Yerin thinks Jeno is best fit, so we’re going to feel it out and see what happens,” he concluded, and you looked over to see the drummer smile shyly. Ah, so this was Jeno. You were quite disappointed that it wasn’t Jaemin, but letting it affect your performance would simply be unprofessional. 
“We’re going to take five then film in set C,” 
You approached Jaemin as his band mates dispersed, watching him pout slightly. 
“If I’m the one who actually knows you, shouldn’t it be me?” he scoffed softly, making sure no one else overheard. You sighed with a smile on your face. 
“If it means anything, I was really hoping it would be you,” you replied, satisfied with the glow in his eyes. Jaemin was utterly tempted to touch you, maybe even kiss you, but this was no place for that. 
“It’s just that the lyrics are pretty—how do I say this—suggestive? I have a feeling you’re going to be putting on quite the show with Jeno,” he spat, jealousy rolling off of him in waves. Cute. 
“Jeno, Y/n, come here for a sec. We have to talk the beginning scene,” 
“That’s my cue,” you sighed, blowing him a little kiss as you walked over to Yerin and Mr. Yoon near set C. It was a fake bedroom, decorated to seem like one of the four actually lived in it. There were posters, the floor littered with some shoes and vinyls, an amp in the corner and a guitar hanging on the wall. 
“Okay, you guys are really going to have to channel your acting skills here. You two are supposed to be in love, but connected here in a bit of a sexual way. You’re both each other’s world. Convince us,” Mr. Yoon explained, your palms sweating. “Maybe do a bit of improvisation for us before we start filming. Give us something sexy, Jeno maybe you could dip into her neck for a close up shot,” 
You and Jeno turned to each other, Yerin and the director stepping out of the set and watching the two of you as you slowly approached the boy. He was extremely attractive, sure, but there was only one boy in your mind, and he was watching from the side. 
Jeno’s hands were a bit awkward as he grabbed your hips, pulling you closer as he avoided eye contact with you. 
“Look at her, Jeno! She’s your lover, not some stranger,” 
That was funny considering you actually were a stranger. Jeno looked into your eyes and took a calming breath, leaning forward and brushing his lips against your neck. 
“Okay, that’s better. Y/n, could you close your eyes?” 
You obeyed, finding that it was much easier to imagine it was Jaemin against you when you did so. Suddenly your fantasy was interrupted when Mr. Yoon’s voice made the both of you jump. 
“You have to move, Jeno. This isn’t a picture, this is a video!” Mr. Yoon sighed exasperatedly, rubbing his eyebrows in frustration. “Here, let me see. Jaemin, you’re standing here, why don’t we try that?” 
Your heart leaped with joy at his words. It was like the stars aligned perfectly for you. But then Jeno pulled away and gave you a subtle wink, and you realized it wasn’t luck that paired you and Jaemin together—they had planned all of this. You were sure if Mr. Yoon had vouched for any of the other three, they would have performed just as badly. Sneaky bastards, but praise them. 
Jaemin walked onto the set immediately, grabbing you by the waist as he looked down at you.