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high sex drive with dino⌠he feels like one who would have high sex driveâŚ
high sex drive!dino headcanons
high sex drive!dino who keeps being made fun of by his friends and roommates for having to change his boxers multiple times a day because he precums like crazy!!
high sex drive!dino who has to keep fisting his cock each morning and night, mouth open in a silent âoâ, so he wonât be randomly hard during the day around you (like that one time he was unbelievably hard on an amusement park date)
high sex drive!dino who can go round after round. you challenged him one day, believing that your sex drive was higher than hisâthat your stamina and drive can last longer. you really regretted that decision after he made you cum for the fourth time, the plat plat plat sound of his hips meeting yours had turned into a squelch from dinoâs cum leaking from your little hole. âNot so cocky now, huh? just be quiet and take this cock.â
high sex drive!dino whoâs biggest kink is you sucking him off. the thought of you, on your knees in front of his leaking cock, was what made him so hard during the day. so, naturally, he used your mouth every second of everyday when you two were together. just minutes before his photoshoot, he had you in his dressing room, fist full of your hair while you gagged around his length. he has to film a tiktok? he has convinced you that the only way he can get a perfect take is by you sucking him dry beforehand. his abs would tense, his face tilting upward with a groan as he pumped his cum down your throat for the third time that day.
high sex drive!dino who gets whiny when you are away for too long or youâre stuck in traffic or whatever reasonâbecause why canât he just fuck you when heâs hard? expect a facetime call when youâre out with your friends; your screen lighting up with him lazily stroking his cock, naked on the bed. âI miss you and your pussy. come home.â
a/n: the maknae king!! i had a lot of requests for dino so i am only answering to this one but if u requested, i hope u like <3
requested: riding Dinoâs thick fingers with all his rings on and leaving love bites all over his thick shoulders/chest.
Warning: mdni, 18+, friend! Dino, friend! reader, friend! svt, drinking, brief mention of masturbation (m rec.), dino wears rings, dry humping, dirty talk, praise, riding, messy kisses, reader needs to get laid, and dino is happy to help, mutual feelings, dom! Dino, teasing, nicknames (baby, pretty girl) etc.
wc: 3k+
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
Sometimes, when you're drunk, friends kiss friends.
Alcohol lowers everyone's inhibitions, and it's only natural that you're pulling Dino to you with a giggling hiccup. A slurred, "c'mere," makes it past your lips before Dino crashes into you. His arms wrap around your waist, and your fingers curl into the front of his jacket, and somehow his lips find yours.
Friends kiss friends drunk, but you're not entirely sure they keep going past a sloppy make-out.
Your eyelashes flutter, your mouth parts, and a soft moan slips past your glossy lips as Dino trails his kisses down your jaw and neck. His warm hands are holding you by the waist, keeping you flushed against his firm body as he pins you to the door of your apartment, making you see stars.
You two had gone out with all of your friends to the local pub. It was a tradition that you all had to celebrate making it through another work week. Being an adult was tough. And for the start of your weekend, seeing your friends was the highlight that kept you going, and it was only natural to share a cab with Dino.
Of all your friends, you two were the only ones who lived in the same direction. Dino always offered to pay, claiming he just wanted to make sure you got home safely since your place was the closest. He was always the gentleman, making the taxi wait until you made it safely inside your apartment, and he saw the lights turn on from the window. Then, he'd go.
And usually that was it.
But there was something different about tonight.
Maybe it was the fact that Dino had stayed close to you all night. His arm wrapped around the back of your wooden chair as you laughed at something Dokyeom said. Or the fact that Dino held your purse all night while you jumped around with Seungkwan and Min-ji, drunkenly singing and yelling the lyrics to a song you claimed was your favorite. (The last three songs that played were claimed to be your favorite, too.)
Or maybe it was the fact that last week, in the dark of the cab you shared with Dino, you quietly confessed you just needed a good fuck. You didn't think Dino was listening; his eyes were closed, and his legs were spread wide like how most men sat, taking up so much space, while his thigh pressed into yours in the tiny taxi.
You blame the fact that your brain was fuzzy, the familiar buzz of being tipsy making you reflect on how stressed you had been at work lately. You weren't really thinking straight, your hazy eyes focusing on his jeans stretched over his thick thighs and the rings he usually wore on his fingers.
Honestly, fuck those rings.
Dino had always worn rings since you've known him. Some stacked, one always on his pinky finger, and all of them distracting. The light seemed to always catch them just right and therefore catch your attention as he ran his fingers through his fluffy hair, or when he pointed at another friend while laughing. You found yourself staring whenever he brought his glass of alcohol up to his lips with a smirk, and when his fingers flexed on his thigh as the taxi drove in the direction of your apartment.
But I guess you were wrong.
He had heard every word slip past your pretty lips, and his jaw clenched in restraint. He listened to you sigh so sweetly after, and he could tell without opening his eyes that you were probably pouting cutely, your eyes hazy as you spoke before your mind could stop you.
It took everything in him not to pull you onto his lap, cab driver be damned, and see if you'd sound just as sweet asking for him to fuck you. If you'd let him drag you across his lap, back and forth nice and slow, so you can really feel how crazy you truly drove him.
Because Dino had always been attracted to you. It didn't matter that you two were friends; his eyes never failed to look for yours in every room he entered, and the only reason he didn't act on his feelings was out of respect for you. He didn't know if you felt the same, and he cared for you too much to jeopardize that. So, if that meant he could only have you in his life as just friends? He would quietly take it.
But that changes when you let those few little words slip. His sanity barely hangs on as the cab stops in front of your apartment building. He feels you shake him softly, calling his name like he was asleep, and he had to watch you flash him an innocent smile, your eyes glossy like your lips as you waved at him before skipping up the steps and heading inside, without him.
Dino doesn't feel guilty that the moment he's home, he's freeing his aching cock from his jeans, and sitting on his couch, unable to make it back to his bed fast enough before he strokes his cock firmly in his hand.
The whole cab ride, after he dropped you off, consisted of him thinking about you. Your words swirling in his brain as he started imagining what would have happened if he followed you inside.
His hand grips his cock firmer, his legs spreading as he leans back on his couch. The thoughts flash faster now, his eyes squeezing shut at the mere thought of you.
And it isn't until he's cumming all over his hand, making a mess, that he decides fuck the friendship, if the opportunity comes, he's taking it.
And it's why, the following week, when everyone meets up at the pub, he sits right next to you the entire night. He keeps his arm wrapped loosely around the back of your chair as he leans back in his own. His smile brightens just by being closer to you, and he doesn't even mind holding your small purse as you give it to him with sparkling eyes and a beaming grin.
He watches you fondly as you jump around, letting loose and having fun when Soonyoung coaxes you to dance with him as Mingyu takes the mic for karaoke. And it was only inevitable that an hour later, you're bouncing around with Seungkwan over a 2000's song like you're famous.
It's also not surprising that when your cheeks are flushed, and your eyes sparkle with mischief, you're calling Dino closer for an innocent kiss.
Friends kiss friends drunk.
That's proven whenever Dokyeom drinks more than one bottle of soju and starts pawing at Soonyoung or Jihoon with hooded eyes and an amused grin. In the group chat, his name is listed as Dude Kisser, DK for short, and with enough alcohol, he lives up to his namesake.
And it wasn't just him. Your group of friends were all close; it wasn't taboo to find Seungkwan drunk, eyelashes wet with tears as he confessed his love for every single person sitting at the table, as if he had never done it before. And Jeonghan had kissed everyone but Seungcheol, a running bet placed on behalf of Joshua, much to Seungcheol's notorious pout for being left out.
You all were just sentimental. Years of friendship did that to you; it just never seemed unnatural to pull in anyone for a kiss, or a hug, or a quick cuddle. It was a sign of affection that was hardly ever turned down.
As I said, alcohol lowers everyone's inhibitions, and Dino's self-restraint wanes as you pull him in by his jacket, and his lips crash into yours as you giggle.
His arms pull you close, and in mere seconds, he can feel your body begin to melt into his. It makes him smirk, his tongue goading you to open your mouth for him so he can have a taste. And he finds it so cute how you easily obey, your small moan swallowed by him as his hands slide down to your ass.
His kisses leave you reeling, your hands clutching onto him for stability as he kisses you breathless. "You wanna go?" He murmurs the words against your lips, his teeth sinking into your lower lip after he asks, and you whimper in response. You're at a loss for words, nodding dumbly, staring at his mouth in a trance as he smirks at you.
You had thought it would be an innocent, friendly kiss with Dino, but now you're feeling more sober by the second, the warmth in your stomach making your thighs clench as he leads you out of the bar, not even bothering to say bye to the rest of your friends as you guys leave.
And it's just as dizzying when Dino has you in the backseat of the cab, the taxi driver dutifully staring straight ahead on the road as Dino pulls you onto his lap. He has you straddling his thighs, facing him as he rolls your hips forward, confessing, "fuck I've been wanting to do this for so long."
His words make your body heat up, your moan ending in a gasp as your pretty pussy drags over his jean-covered cock just right. He guides you nice and slow, making you feel every inch of his cock, all hard and throbbing for you as his fingers grab your ass firmly.
Fuck, you needed this, and it feels so good, even if you feel like a teenager grinding so shamelessly on Dino. But every time he drags you forward, your clit bumps over his jeans, and the friction it has on your sensitive bundle of nerves has your panties soaking and probably leaving a wet spot on his pants.
You feel delirious, the cab too small and yet not small enough as you dip your head down and kiss Dino messily. It's all breathy moans and tongue until you need to pull back for air. And through it all, he keeps you grinding on him, his hands rubbing your ass to your thighs, then up your back as you kiss down his jaw with fervor.
"Oh fuck," you not only hear but feel Chan's breath hitch when your teeth graze a sensitive spot on his neck. You immediately need to hear it again, loving the way his head tilts back to give you more access to him. Your teeth bite, your lips sucks, and your tongue swirls until there is a pretty mark left on his neck.
The bruise blossoms a dark red, and you're ready to give it a friend when the cab rolls to a stop. The taxi driver clears his throat loudly, the clearest indication to get the fuck out, and it makes you giggle while Dino flashes you a grin. He tips the driver, and before the cab is even driving away, his hands are on you once more.
Friends kiss friends drunk, and Dino kisses you against your apartment door.
He's got your whole body tingling, your lips puffy from being kiss-bitten and sucked during your make-out that you can barely push him off of you. Your mind races as you gasp out, "Need to - mmph - need to unlock door, Channie."
He gives you only moments to do so before he's dragging you inside like it was his place. His hands are pulling you closer, both of you stumbling as you kiss between giggles, layers of your clothes leaving a trail until you're pushing Dino onto the couch.
His chest heaves, deep breaths, his hair disheveled and falling into his eyes. He's shirtless, his jeans hanging low on his hips as he spreads his thighs, looking at you like you hung every star in the sky. "C'mere."
He says it as if you might say no. Like you haven't been wanting this like he has this whole time, and when he runs his fingers through his hair, the rings catch the light, and it has you surging forward.
Your legs straddle his hips, and your lips crash back into his as you murmur. "Fuck those rings." It makes Dino laugh, his fingers threading into your hair, pulling your head back, and making you moan in his lap.
"You don't like my rings, Baby?"
His question makes your eyelashes flutter, your cheeks flushing as his other hand cups your jaw. His rings are cold against your heated skin, and you're rolling your hips over his lap to give him your answer. "Can't stand them," you huff with no indication that you actually mean what you say.
Your pussy clenches when your eyes meet his, and his thumb strokes your cheek like you weren't actively humping him, near desperate as your brain begins to fog up. He gives you a lazy but cocky grin from your response, his fingers tugging your hair again as he leans up to kiss your throat. "Mmm, I don't think you mean that." He murmurs, the words are hot along your neck, and your eyes squeeze close when he lets go of your jaw to bring that hand between your thighs.
His fingers drag up your panties, feeling just how wet you were, and he laughs condescendingly against your ear, making a new wave of your arousal to drip onto your panties.
"Look at you saying one thing while your body tells me different," he teases. Your breath hitches as his fingertips play with the edge of your panties, teasing your wet folds over the thin fabric as he holds you in place by your hair.
You can't even close your thighs because you're straddling his lap. The position keeps your legs open just enough for him to play with your pretty pussy. The soft touches and his kisses along your neck have you burning from within, needing him more with each second that passes by.
"Chan, please." You need him to touch you, or fuck you, or something more. Your whine has him cooing, a sick part of him loving to see you beg.
His fingers pull your panties to the side just as he cups the back of your neck with his other hand, giving you a wicked grin. "Don't worry, I got you, Baby." He tucks his fingers between your glistening folds, coating his hand with your sweet slick and smearing it onto your puffy clit. "How about you show me just how much you love my rings, hmmm?"
He makes you look at him as his thumb presses onto your little nub while he sinks two fingers into your drooling cunt. His thick fingers that are stacked with rings stretch your gummy walls as you moan loudly with pleasure.
And Dino means what he says, because once his fingers are curled deep inside your wet cunt, he keeps them still. He can feel how your sweet gummy walls pulse around his thick fingers, clenching around his cold rings, coating his hand with your honeyed arousal. His cock throbs in need underneath you, loving how your pussy tries to adjust to his fingers as you begin to move just like he asked.
Dino could probably cum untouched just by watching you. Your hands press onto his chest, anchoring you as you swivel your hips, clenching around his long digits as you find your pace. Dino also thinks you're gorgeous as you ride his fingers, and he tells you just as much. "Good girl, using me to get off. I want you nice and wet when I give you my cock, Baby."
His rings rub along your walls, stretching you open as you pick up the pace, his praise causing a warmth to pool in your lower stomach. He easily adds another finger into your sopping cunt, stuffing you with three thick fingers, and pulling you forward to swallow your moans from the bigger stretch. The new angle, paired with the curl of his fingers, has you seeing stars, your hips rolling faster as you start to kiss down his neck and shoulders.
It's lewd the way your pussy squelches, the noises resonating in the living room as you ride his fingers like it was his cock. Your lips and teeth leave pretty splotches of color along his shoulders and chest as your mind turns into mush each time his rings are swallowed up by your slobbering hole.
The whole time, he keeps his other hand on the back of your neck, keeping you close as you use his fingers like a toy. "That's it, make a mess all over my fingers." He praises, his eyes half-lidded as you mark his chest, rolling your hips sinfully. His thumb tucks between your swollen folds, pressing into your clit, and leaving you squeezing his fingers with a broken moan. "I can feel that you're close. Are you gonna cum, pretty girl?" He asks you just as his fingertips rub against your G-spot, making you gasp as your hole winks around his fingers more.
He's locking onto that sensitive area, probing and battering it with each time your hips rock back onto his digits, and your mouth drops open wider. "Y-yes. Yes, right there! I- oh fuck. M'gonna cum."
Dino's barely pulling you up to give you a dazzling grin, his fingers taking over to work you over the edge, as he watches you fall apart for him. Your head rolls back just like your eyes do as your mouth hangs stupidly open. When you cum, you cum hard, soaking his fingers with your syrupy slick as you cry out his name.
He has ruined you. You had never felt like this, leaking heavily, thighs trembling as he fucks you through it.
"That's it. Did so well for me," He praises, and your mind is foggy, forcing you to blink dumbly at him as he slips his thick fingers from your fluttering cunt. Your whole body tingles, your pussy still spasming in the after shocks as Chan shows you the mess you made all over his thick fingers. The rings shine with your sweet arousal, gluing them sticky as he brings them to you. "Clean my fingers well, and I'll let you cum on my cock next."
virgin dino headcanons maybe with older mc đđ˝đđ˝đđ˝đđ˝
I love your headcanons so far so could I please claim the đ emoji??- i have lots of thots (im in my 20s)
hey đ anon, I hope you enjoy this and I'm looking forward to your thots!!
18+ content, MDNI
Virgin Dino who as soon as he meets you at the office has the fattest crush on you, you've got that whole slightly older woman thing going on and he just wants to be near you all the time.
Virgin Dino who finally, after weeks, plucks up the courage to ask you out. He's bumbling and tripping over his words but he eventually manages to get his words out and his heart pounds when you sheepishly say yes to a date.
Virgin Dino who is the perfect gentleman and takes you on some of the most thoughtful dates you've ever been on. He gets all shy when you hold his hand or kiss him good night and you love how cute he is.
Virgin Dino who suddenly stops messaging you back and doesn't pick up calls, even at the office he avoids you and you start to wonder if you've done something wrong or to upset him.
Virgin Dino who looks flustered when you turn up at his door because he was refusing to answer your texts or calls and you wonder whether he's got someone else in there from the worried look on his face.
Virgin Dino who finally invites you into his apartment when he sees the tears welling in your eyes and you tell him that you were really beginning to fall for him.
Virgin Dino who comes cleans and waits for you to laugh at him like every other girlfriend or date had when it got that far, but who looks at you in confusion when you just accept it without question, like it was the most normal thing he could've said.
Virgin Dino who, when he realises you don't find it weird or funny, tells you that he panicked when he started to realise it was time for him to come clean and so tried to avoid doing it and that's why he ignored your messages.
Virgin Dino who you give another chance because you can understand why he was struggling. You tell him that you can go at his pace and do things however he likes.
Virgin Dino who asks you one night a couple of weeks later if you can show him how you like to be touched, so you guide him to your bedroom and take your clothes off whilst he sits on your bed open mouthed.
Virgin Dino who sits between your spread legs and watches with the upmost attentiveness when you finger your soaked pussy, showing him exactly how you like to be touched, even reaching for his hand to let him feel your clit and show him the effect it has on you when he circles it just right.
Virgin Dino who can't help but palm his own dick through his pants when he watches you cum right before his eyes, you just look so amazing as your pleasure overtakes you.
Virgin Dino who shly nods when you ask him if he wants you to help him with the little situation he has in his pants, his eyes roll back as soon as you take him in your hand and it isn't long until he's cumming all over himself and your hand.
Virgin Dino who later that night is still eager to learn and asks you if he can taste you. He doesn't need much guidance, he uses the same perfect circling technique you showed him with your fingers and grows rapidly in confidence when he sees and hears how much you're enjoying what he's doing, he's pretty proud of how quick a learner he is and he loses his mind out how incredible you taste when you cum on his tongue.
Virgin Dino who a few nights later asks you to take his virginity saying he trusts you to be the one to take it and says he wants you to ride him.
Virgin Dino who fingers you like a champ before you take it, he really is a quick learner and his confidence borders on cockiness when you cum around his fingers in no time.
Virgin Dino who smiles and nods at you, a fond look on his face when you hover over his hard dick as he lays on bed, when you ask if he's sure about this. His sweaty palms knead your hips as he watches breathlessly when you lower yourself down onto his big dick.
Virgin Dino who groans the second you start grinding on his dick, the feeling like nothing he's ever experienced. He loses his mind when you start bouncing on it, your tits bouncing and breathy moans leaving your lips from the way his dick feels inside you.
Virgin Dino who uses his initiative and rubs your clit how he knows you like to make sure you cum before he explodes, he knows he won't last long when you feel so incredible around him, it is his first time after all.
Virgin Dino who cums in your pussy with a growl, his fingers dimpling your hips because you're the only thing centering him as he comes undone inside someone for the first time in his life.
Virgin Dino who manages to go two more rounds that same night, his confidence blooming as he fucks you missionary and doggy and completely rocks your world.
Virgin Dino who quickly becomes the best fuck you've ever had and the complete love of your life.
First date with loser!Dino x Reader head canons
No Warnings for this one it's all cute fluff this time guys!
First date! Dino took forever to ask you out actually, he saw you all the time at work. While you didn't technically work in the same department, he did see you in passing all the time and made light conversations with you. Brief good mornings over the coffee machine, mid-day "how are you's?" during lunchtime in the break room, and sometimes there would be small conversations in passing in the hallways.
First date! Dino was a stuttering mess when he did finally ask you out, it took you by surprise you definitely weren't expecting Lee Chan from Accounting to ask you out, but you've always secretly hoped he would. It was cute to see him stumbling over his words and that cute blush taking over his cheeks. Absolutely darling, you think to yourself watching him finish the question shooting you a dimpled grin.
"Yeah I'd love to Chan" your response must also surprise him because his head shoots up to look at you with wide, sparkling eyes accompanied by the biggest smile you think you've ever seen in your life.
"Really?!?" his voice cracking at first, Dino then clears his throat trying (and failing) to be nonchalant now. "I mean, awesome that would be great. I could pick you up next Saturday afternoon?" He dares to glance over at you, seeing that you're nodding and equally as excited as he is it makes his shoulders relax and his stomach unknot just a bit.
First date! Dino didn't realize that day when he asked you out and settled for Saturday afternoon, that he had also planned to make a trip back home that same day to see his family for the weekend, he double booked his plans. He panic paced his apartment the day before mulling over the options, cancelling certainly wasn't one- not when he had finally gotten the nerve to ask you out. Dino also knew he couldn't cancel on his family, this was a rare weekend he got off work, and he had already promised his halmeoni a visit while he was there too, he had to get creative.
First date! Dino had already made his decision on what to do when he pulled up to your place on Saturday, he was going to take you with him to his hometown and he hoped it wouldn't backfire massively. "So, what is the plan for today?" You ask while sliding into the passenger seat of the car, Dino grips the steering wheel nervously before answering, hoping you would be okay with the plan and not run away thinking he was insane for even suggesting it.
"Ah, so I accidentally overbooked my day, and I was supposed to go home to see my familyâŚ" he pauses giving you a sidelong look, you haven't tried to leave the car or end the date yet so he takes that as a sign to keep explaining. "And I was thinking that maybe, if you were okay with it, I could just take you along with me?" Dino rushes out the final sentence like ripping off a bandage, fully prepared for you to say no, or offer to reschedule or even call him nuts and never hear from you again because let's be honest; who suggests meeting family as a first date?
"Oh! That actually sounds really fun Chan, I'd love to go along" you agree easily, reaching over to buckle yourself into the seat giving Dino a bright smile of reassurance.
First date! Dino should have really thought this idea of bringing you back to his hometown through more. As soon as you two stepped through the door his mom was already fussing over you, "oh Channie look at her! She is just so beautiful, and you brought her home? That's a big step for our Channie you know!" His mother cooed while pinching his cheeks and fawning over you, and you couldn't help but notice and be endeared by the cutest blush starting to cover his ears and cheeks.
First date! Dino swats his mother's hands away gently, then rubs his cheeks like he can erase the blush appearing there. He's trying so hard to play it off in front of you "ah Mom, I've brought girls over before (he hasn't) this isn't big news" he guides you through the house to his old room, where he's hoping you can get a quiet few moments alone with you.
First date! Dino watches from his bed as you wander around his old room, looking at all the old photos of him, trophies he's earned and certificates won. Your fingers lightly brushing over everything smiling a little at his displayed memories, "debate team captain hm, and you did baseball" you nod towards his medals and trophies with a raised eyebrow "I'm impressed Chan."
Dino rubs the back of his neck and chuckles walking up to where you stand, that blush turning his ears pink as you discover his previous accomplishments. "Oh, thoseâŚyeah they were just some things my Mom wanted me to do in school, it's no big deal" he picks up the baseball trophy as he speaks looking it over with a dismissive demeanor, trying to be cool about it but he ends up fumbling it to the ground cursing his butter fingers under his breath.
First date! Dino absolutely melts as he hears your laugh watching him drop the trophy, he looks up at you through his lashes to see your smile nearly reaching your eyes as you giggle. His heart is pounding in his ears so hard he nearly misses his Mom calling out for him to come help her and the neighborhood ajumma's make kimchi in the kitchen.
First date! Dino really didn't think bringing you here would be this big of a deal but his halmeoni and her friends were certainly making it so hard to impress you. It started out innocent enough, when you two first came into the kitchen, one of the ajumma's nearly squealed with delight seeing him. "Oh look at you Channie! You've grown up so much!" She reaches over to pinch his biceps as she talks, "and so strong now too look at you! Remember when you could hardly lift this bowl off the floor for us, I bet you could now!" The ladies erupt in giggles making Dino want to sink into the floor in embarrassment.
First date! Dino can literally feel your eyes on him as the older women surround and fawn over him, he can hear your stifled giggles as he tries to shake the women off. "Okay, okay lets make kimchi yeah? That's why I came here to help" he shoots you a lopsided smile as you both sit down on the floor across the stainless steel bowl from each other, he's hoping working on the kimchi will change the subject.
First date! Dino could not possibly blush any harder than he is right now when the attention turned to you instead, his Halmeoni bringing up all the stories of his childhood and of course it's complete with photos. "Did I show you the one of his first school play in the third grade?? He played a flower, and poor Channie he even forgot the one line he had to say!" His grandmother begins to pull up the photos on her phone to show a very interested you, "see right here he was a daisyâŚ"
First date! Dino clears his throat loudly and quickly interrupting his grandmother before any photo evidence can be shown and ruin his chances with you, "okay I think we've pretty much finished with the kimchi! Wanna go take a walk with me y/n?" He extends a hand out to you to help you up off the floor, his dimpled smile bright and inviting as you take his hand lacing your fingers together easily.
First date! Dino leads you through the backyard showing you the play set he used to play on all the time as a kid, then he led you through the hole in the fence that he used to sneak out of in high school to go meet up with friends at the local arcades because Dino of course, didn't go to parties when he was a teenager.
Eventually the gravel trail led to a forest edge, you pause and Dino looks over his shoulder and tugs your hand slightly "trust me?" You nod and move your feet easily keeping pace with him through the brush and trees admiring the scenery surrounding you two as you walk. You two make small idle talk, about his life growing up here, what his favorite things to do were and honestly you don't think you've ever heard Chan open up this much to you before. It's sweet to see how brightly he shines when he speaks about his family and friends, how sparkling his eyes get when he excitedly tells you about a memory that happened at a nearby park or tree that he points to, you're absolutely enamored by him.
First date! Dino eventually leads you both to a little run down and abandoned boat dock he helps lead you, carefully avoiding to rotted wood planks before slipping his shoes off and sitting down on the edge and dipping his toes in the lake. You follow his lead and let your feet skim the cool water too, "thank you for coming with me today, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did" Dino nudges your shoulder giving you a sideways glance.
"I did! I promise, it was really a lot of fun seeing where you grew up" you shoot him a sincere and warm smile nudging him back, and then resting your head on his shoulder. "I'd like to hang out again sometime if you'd like" you suggest turning your head just slightly to look up at him, and the way the setting sun catches his face is jaw dropping, has he always been this handsome?
First date! Dino holds his breath when your head rests on his shoulder and when he looks down to answer you and sees that your plush pouty lips are just a breath away from his, silently begging to be kissed. Well he couldn't resist closing the distance, and getting his very first kiss right there on the dock with the prettiest girl he knows. When he pulls back and catches his breath he's able to rasp out "yeah, let's do this again" his cheeks are an obvious red now and not just because of the sunset.
First date! Dino really doesn't want this moment to end but as he sees the light in the sky start to darken even more, he knows that if you two stay out even longer his mother and company will come looking for you both. Dino sighs rubbing your shoulder he has his arm loosely draped over now "we should head back before a search crew comes for us, I'm sure dinner is ready by now too." He stands brushing off his pants and then helps you up before you both take the walk back to his parents home again, this time arm in arm and a little closer than before.
First date with loser!Dino x Reader head canons
No Warnings for this one it's all cute fluff this time guys!
First date! Dino took forever to ask you out actually, he saw you all the time at work. While you didn't technically work in the same department, he did see you in passing all the time and made light conversations with you. Brief good mornings over the coffee machine, mid-day "how are you's?" during lunchtime in the break room, and sometimes there would be small conversations in passing in the hallways.
First date! Dino was a stuttering mess when he did finally ask you out, it took you by surprise you definitely weren't expecting Lee Chan from Accounting to ask you out, but you've always secretly hoped he would. It was cute to see him stumbling over his words and that cute blush taking over his cheeks. Absolutely darling, you think to yourself watching him finish the question shooting you a dimpled grin.
"Yeah I'd love to Chan" your response must also surprise him because his head shoots up to look at you with wide, sparkling eyes accompanied by the biggest smile you think you've ever seen in your life.
"Really?!?" his voice cracking at first, Dino then clears his throat trying (and failing) to be nonchalant now. "I mean, awesome that would be great. I could pick you up next Saturday afternoon?" He dares to glance over at you, seeing that you're nodding and equally as excited as he is it makes his shoulders relax and his stomach unknot just a bit.
First date! Dino didn't realize that day when he asked you out and settled for Saturday afternoon, that he had also planned to make a trip back home that same day to see his family for the weekend, he double booked his plans. He panic paced his apartment the day before mulling over the options, cancelling certainly wasn't one- not when he had finally gotten the nerve to ask you out. Dino also knew he couldn't cancel on his family, this was a rare weekend he got off work, and he had already promised his halmeoni a visit while he was there too, he had to get creative.
First date! Dino had already made his decision on what to do when he pulled up to your place on Saturday, he was going to take you with him to his hometown and he hoped it wouldn't backfire massively. "So, what is the plan for today?" You ask while sliding into the passenger seat of the car, Dino grips the steering wheel nervously before answering, hoping you would be okay with the plan and not run away thinking he was insane for even suggesting it.
"Ah, so I accidentally overbooked my day, and I was supposed to go home to see my familyâŚ" he pauses giving you a sidelong look, you haven't tried to leave the car or end the date yet so he takes that as a sign to keep explaining. "And I was thinking that maybe, if you were okay with it, I could just take you along with me?" Dino rushes out the final sentence like ripping off a bandage, fully prepared for you to say no, or offer to reschedule or even call him nuts and never hear from you again because let's be honest; who suggests meeting family as a first date?
"Oh! That actually sounds really fun Chan, I'd love to go along" you agree easily, reaching over to buckle yourself into the seat giving Dino a bright smile of reassurance.
First date! Dino should have really thought this idea of bringing you back to his hometown through more. As soon as you two stepped through the door his mom was already fussing over you, "oh Channie look at her! She is just so beautiful, and you brought her home? That's a big step for our Channie you know!" His mother cooed while pinching his cheeks and fawning over you, and you couldn't help but notice and be endeared by the cutest blush starting to cover his ears and cheeks.
First date! Dino swats his mother's hands away gently, then rubs his cheeks like he can erase the blush appearing there. He's trying so hard to play it off in front of you "ah Mom, I've brought girls over before (he hasn't) this isn't big news" he guides you through the house to his old room, where he's hoping you can get a quiet few moments alone with you.
First date! Dino watches from his bed as you wander around his old room, looking at all the old photos of him, trophies he's earned and certificates won. Your fingers lightly brushing over everything smiling a little at his displayed memories, "debate team captain hm, and you did baseball" you nod towards his medals and trophies with a raised eyebrow "I'm impressed Chan."
Dino rubs the back of his neck and chuckles walking up to where you stand, that blush turning his ears pink as you discover his previous accomplishments. "Oh, thoseâŚyeah they were just some things my Mom wanted me to do in school, it's no big deal" he picks up the baseball trophy as he speaks looking it over with a dismissive demeanor, trying to be cool about it but he ends up fumbling it to the ground cursing his butter fingers under his breath.
First date! Dino absolutely melts as he hears your laugh watching him drop the trophy, he looks up at you through his lashes to see your smile nearly reaching your eyes as you giggle. His heart is pounding in his ears so hard he nearly misses his Mom calling out for him to come help her and the neighborhood ajumma's make kimchi in the kitchen.
First date! Dino really didn't think bringing you here would be this big of a deal but his halmeoni and her friends were certainly making it so hard to impress you. It started out innocent enough, when you two first came into the kitchen, one of the ajumma's nearly squealed with delight seeing him. "Oh look at you Channie! You've grown up so much!" She reaches over to pinch his biceps as she talks, "and so strong now too look at you! Remember when you could hardly lift this bowl off the floor for us, I bet you could now!" The ladies erupt in giggles making Dino want to sink into the floor in embarrassment.
First date! Dino can literally feel your eyes on him as the older women surround and fawn over him, he can hear your stifled giggles as he tries to shake the women off. "Okay, okay lets make kimchi yeah? That's why I came here to help" he shoots you a lopsided smile as you both sit down on the floor across the stainless steel bowl from each other, he's hoping working on the kimchi will change the subject.
First date! Dino could not possibly blush any harder than he is right now when the attention turned to you instead, his Halmeoni bringing up all the stories of his childhood and of course it's complete with photos. "Did I show you the one of his first school play in the third grade?? He played a flower, and poor Channie he even forgot the one line he had to say!" His grandmother begins to pull up the photos on her phone to show a very interested you, "see right here he was a daisyâŚ"
First date! Dino clears his throat loudly and quickly interrupting his grandmother before any photo evidence can be shown and ruin his chances with you, "okay I think we've pretty much finished with the kimchi! Wanna go take a walk with me y/n?" He extends a hand out to you to help you up off the floor, his dimpled smile bright and inviting as you take his hand lacing your fingers together easily.
First date! Dino leads you through the backyard showing you the play set he used to play on all the time as a kid, then he led you through the hole in the fence that he used to sneak out of in high school to go meet up with friends at the local arcades because Dino of course, didn't go to parties when he was a teenager.
Eventually the gravel trail led to a forest edge, you pause and Dino looks over his shoulder and tugs your hand slightly "trust me?" You nod and move your feet easily keeping pace with him through the brush and trees admiring the scenery surrounding you two as you walk. You two make small idle talk, about his life growing up here, what his favorite things to do were and honestly you don't think you've ever heard Chan open up this much to you before. It's sweet to see how brightly he shines when he speaks about his family and friends, how sparkling his eyes get when he excitedly tells you about a memory that happened at a nearby park or tree that he points to, you're absolutely enamored by him.
First date! Dino eventually leads you both to a little run down and abandoned boat dock he helps lead you, carefully avoiding to rotted wood planks before slipping his shoes off and sitting down on the edge and dipping his toes in the lake. You follow his lead and let your feet skim the cool water too, "thank you for coming with me today, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did" Dino nudges your shoulder giving you a sideways glance.
"I did! I promise, it was really a lot of fun seeing where you grew up" you shoot him a sincere and warm smile nudging him back, and then resting your head on his shoulder. "I'd like to hang out again sometime if you'd like" you suggest turning your head just slightly to look up at him, and the way the setting sun catches his face is jaw dropping, has he always been this handsome?
First date! Dino holds his breath when your head rests on his shoulder and when he looks down to answer you and sees that your plush pouty lips are just a breath away from his, silently begging to be kissed. Well he couldn't resist closing the distance, and getting his very first kiss right there on the dock with the prettiest girl he knows. When he pulls back and catches his breath he's able to rasp out "yeah, let's do this again" his cheeks are an obvious red now and not just because of the sunset.
First date! Dino really doesn't want this moment to end but as he sees the light in the sky start to darken even more, he knows that if you two stay out even longer his mother and company will come looking for you both. Dino sighs rubbing your shoulder he has his arm loosely draped over now "we should head back before a search crew comes for us, I'm sure dinner is ready by now too." He stands brushing off his pants and then helps you up before you both take the walk back to his parents home again, this time arm in arm and a little closer than before.
*Romance, Slece Of Life, Fluff Domestic Love, Established Relationship, Late-Night Intimacy Comfort*
The city was quiet in that soft, comforting way it only ever was past midnight.
Streetlights flickered like sleepy stars outside your window, casting a warm glow across the room. The world felt paused no noise, no rush, just the low hum of the night and the faint sound of music playing from Dinoâs phone.
You were sprawled across the bed, half under the blanket, half tangled in it, lazily scrolling through nothing in particular. Dino sat on the floor with his back against the bed, hoodie slightly oversized, hair messy from running his hands through it too many times.
âCome down here,â he mumbled, not even turning around.
You peeked over the edge of the mattress. âWhy?â
He reached up blindly, grabbing your wrist and tugging gently. âBecause I said so.â
You laughed but let yourself slide down anyway, ending up beside him on the floor. It was colder there, but he didnât give you time to complain his arm slipped around your shoulders instantly, pulling you close like it was second nature.
It was second nature.
You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. âYouâre clingy tonight.â
âOnly tonight?â he teased, pressing his cheek lightly against your hair.
âHmm⌠maybe every night.â
He hummed, satisfied with that answer.
For a while, neither of you said anything. The music kept playing soft R&B, the kind that blended into the background and made everything feel slower. Dinoâs thumb traced lazy patterns on your arm, absentminded, like he didnât even realize he was doing it.
You noticed anyway.
âYouâre doing that thing again,â you whispered.
âWhat thing?â
âThe⌠tracing. You always do it when youâre sleepy.â
He paused for a second, then continued like nothing happened. âMaybe I just like touching you.â
You rolled your eyes, but your fingers intertwined with his anyway. âSmooth.â
âI try.â
Silence settled again, heavier this time but not uncomfortable. Just full. The kind of silence that only exists when you know someone too well to need words.
After a while, you shifted slightly. âLove?â
âHmm?â
âDo you ever think about how we ended up like this?â
He tilted his head, finally glancing down at you. âLike what?â
âLike⌠this,â you repeated softly. âLate nights, doing nothing, but it still feels like everything.â
He smiled small, genuine, the kind he only really showed around you.
âAll the time,â he admitted. âItâs kinda crazy.â
You nudged him lightly. âCrazy good or crazy bad?â
âObviously good.â He scoffed, pulling you closer. âYou think Iâd be here atâŚâ He checked his phone. â2:17 a.m. if it wasnât?â
âMaybe youâre just bored.â
âYeah,â he said, deadpan. âThatâs why Iâm holding your hand.â
You snorted, squeezing his fingers. âShut up.â
He leaned his head against yours, voice softer now. âI like this, though. Just⌠us. No schedules, no people, no noise.â
You nodded, eyes growing heavier. âMe too.â
A few minutes passed, and your breathing slowed. Dino noticed immediately.
âYouâre falling asleep,â he whispered.
âNo, Iâm not,â you mumbled, already halfway gone.
âLiar.â
You didnât respond this time.
He carefully adjusted, pulling the blanket down from the bed and wrapping it around both of you. Then he shifted so you were more comfortable, your head now resting against his chest.
For a second, he just looked at you really looked.
Messy hair, relaxed expression, completely at ease.
His.
He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
âGoodnight,â he murmured, even though you were already asleep.
Outside, the city stayed quiet.
Inside, wrapped in dim light and warmth, he held you a little closer like he always did when the world finally slowed down enough for him to realize just how much he loved moments like this.
It really was an innocent gesture, you didnât know aphrodisiac chocolates were a things.
If you did, never in a thousand years would you have shared them with your best friend.
"These look amazing," he'd said when you handed them over, that shy smile spreading across his face. His dark hair was still damp from the shower. "You didn't have toâ"
"It's your birthday, Cho. Of course I did!" You'd grinned at him, opening the box. "My friend swears by these edibles, thought they might make the movie experience a little better."
And they would alright.
That was forty-five minutes ago.
Now his living room was set up for movie night, the new release you'd both been dying to see queued up on the TV. Four of his frat brothers and one of their girlfriends were sprawled across the couches and on floor waiting for the movie to start. Someone had made popcorn, the lights were dimmed, just the perfect setting
And something was clearly wrong with Choso.
You noticed it gradually. The way he kept shifting his weight on the couch next to you, tugging at his jeans. The way his face was flushed despite the cool temperature. The way he kept gravitating closer to you, his thigh pressing against yours, finding excuses to touch your arm or your shoulder.
"You okay?" you whispered when his hand brushed your knee for the third time in the last 2 minutes.
"Yeah, I justâ" He ran a hand over his face. "Man, those edibles aren't working right."
"What do you mean?"
"It just feels weird." He wouldn't meet your eyes. "Like, itâs really warm. And I can't... I can't focus on anything."
The more he explained the more you realized you were also feeling the same, your own skin felt too hot, too sensitive, and the movie wasnât pulling you in anymore. You've been trying to ignore it, the way your pulse was racing, the way every tiny touch from Choso sent sparks through you, heâs your best friend, heâs touched you before so why the reaction?
"Maybe you took too many?" Your voice came out breathier than you wouldâve liked.
"Maybe." He shifted again, and you caught the way his hand drifted down his abdomen toward his crotch before he stopped himself. He was struggling. "I'm gonna go get some water."
But he didn't move. Just sat there, so close you could feel the heat radiating off him, his eyes slowly drifted to your hand that was laying on your lap, his own hand slowly crawling towards it but only to trace the outline of your fingers, as if they were pulling him into a trance. You pulled back your hand, sending one of those âwhatâs happening?â looks towards your friend
"Chosoâ"
"Sorry." He pulled back quickly, looking embarrassed and genuinely surprised by his own doing. "Sorry, I-I don't know what that was."
He quickly got up and nearly fell over trying to get to the kitchen, a few seconds later he came back with that same flush on his face.
When he sat back down, he was even closer than before. His thigh pressed firmly against yours, his shoulder touching yours. You could feel him trembling.
All you could focus on was Choso next to you, your head was yelling at him to touch you, and you cussed yourself out for that because why would you think that??
Heat pooled low in your stomach everytime there was a ghost of a touch. Your own breathing getting shallow, an aching need building with every passing minute.
When his hand settled on your thigh finally, you actually had to bite back a whimper. His fingers flexed against you, and even through your jeans the touch felt like it was about to burn through.
Thatâs when it hit you, what the hell kind of chocolate did you guys eat?
You quickly pulled out your phone, typing the name of the brand.
*Aphrodisiac Truffles - Premium Blend. Recommended dose: 1/2 a chocolate per person.*
Oh fuck.
You turned towards Choso, his lip being his victim as he kept biting at it.
"Choso, how many did you eat?" You whispered pointing at the picture of the product on your phone
"Three. Maybe four of them?" He looked panicked now. "Why? What's in them?" He whispered with a snap to his tone.
You showed him your phone and the color drain from his face.
"Oh fuck." His voice came out strangled. "Oh fuckâ" He cut himself off, his hand gripping tighter around your thigh. "I'm literally so hard it hurts. I've been hard for like half an hour and it won't go away and I keep thinking aboutâ" He stopped again, looking mortified, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not alert anyone around. "You gave me sex chocolateâ"
"Well Iâm also a victime here!" You retorted back in a whisper yell, your own panic setting in.
You grabbed the blanket that had been sitting on the arm of the couch, draping it over both your laps as to try and hide the very obvious bulge in his pants to save himself from public shame. To anyone else, it just looked like two friends sitting close, sharing warmth.
Choso thigh pressed hard against yours, his right hand fisting his hair as if trying to keep himself together.
"Just try to relax," you whispered, but your own voice was shaky. That ache between your legs was getting worse, a loud throbbing that made it hard to think straight. "It'll passâ"
"It's not passing." His breathing was ragged. "It's getting worse." He didnât even look at you anymore.
Around you, the movie continued, people laughing at something on screen and just completely oblivious to the two of you.
After a few minutes of struggle you feel his hand grab at yours under the blanket, and before you could react, he was guiding it between his legs, pressing your palm directly against the front of his jeans without any warning. The way you breathed, the way you bit your lip trying to stay cool this whole time, he was genuinely losing it.
He was rock hard beneath the denim, the outline of his cock heavy under your palm. You could feel the heat of him even through the fabric, could feel him throb as your hand made contact. The touch sent a jolt straight through you making that ache intensify to a heartbeat until you had to press your thighs together.
"Chosoâ" You glanced around but no one was looking at you two in the corner.
"I know." His voice was strained, barely above a whisper, clearly embarrassed by his sudden bold move. His hips shifted, pressing harder into your touch, and he immediately buried his face in your shoulder to muffle the sound that escaped him. "I-I need somethingâ" He was flush against yours side, right arm draped around the couch behind you.
You felt his breath hot against your neck, felt the way his whole body was trembling with the effort of staying quiet. When you reflexively squeezed around him, a desperate whimper came out of him muffled against your shoulder. You were looking down at him, his flushed face doing something to you, your best friend was hot, but holy shit youâd never noticed it that much before.
"Fuck," he breathed into your neck. "Do that again. Please."
There was something different about him now. The usual shyness was still there, the way his voice shook, but his desperation made him suddenly very bold, giving the lightest thrusts into your palm..
"Please," he whispered against your skin, his hand covered yours under the blanket, pressing down harder. "Please, justâI need something. Anything."
You could feel him getting harder, if that was even possible. Could feel the way his cock strained against his jeans, probably painful at this point. His breathing was getting heavier against your neck, goosebumps never ceasing to exist on your skin as he spread his thighs slightly to give you better access.
"Thereâs people here," you whispered, but you were already moving your hand, palming him through the denim. Your own body was screaming for touch, for friction, for anything to relieve the desperate ache.
"I don't care." His voice cracked against your shoulder. "I don'tâfuckâI don't care. Just keep going."
His hips were moving more confidently, subtle little thrusts up into your hand that he couldn't seem to stop. Under the blanket, hidden from view, he was completely falling apart. His hand stayed over yours, guiding the pressure, showing you what he needed. Every movement made him whimper softly into your shoulder, the crook of your neck making sure to muffle all of it.
His other hand that was around your shoulder slide under the blanket, moving to your thigh.
"Can Iâ" His voice was wrecked already, his head lifting up from your shoulder to look at you with those half lidded, pleading eyes.
"Mhm." You couldnât speak, you were aching, throbbing, hot, your body screaming for release at this point.
His hand slid between your legs and even through your jeans the pressure made you gasp. He pressed the heel of his palm against you, you but your lip to keep from making any sound. It felt good, entirely too good for what it wasâfinally some friction where you needed it most.
"Oh fuck," he breathed out, his forehead resting on your temple now, eyes never leaving your face as you were fighting to keep it down, making him twitch in his pants from your expressions alone.
"Don't stop," you whispered frantically. "Please don't stop Cho."
His hand moved, rubbing slow circles against you through the denim, and you had to bury your own face against his shoulder now to muffle your reaction. The pressure was perfect, hitting exactly where you needed it, the combined with the feeling of him throbbing under your palm, twitching whenever you squeezed at his length, it was almost too much.
"Harder," he gasped, his hips thrusting up into your hand. "Please, harderâ"
You pressed the heel of your palm against him and dragged up, feeling the rigid length of him. He made a choked sound that he barely managed to suppress, his back arching off slightly from the couch, disguising the sound as a low cough. His hand between your legs pressing harder in response, it sent a jolt through your whole body, almost making you break right then and there.
Someone laughed at something in the movie and you both froze for a second, remembering where you were. But Choso's hand didn't stop moving, rubbing frantic circles that made your thighs tremble. And your hand stayed on his cock, feeling him starting to leak through the fabric.
"Oh god," you breathed into his shoulder as he found the perfect spot, the perfect pressure. Your hips were moving now too, grinding subtly against his hand, chasing the friction.
"You feel so good," he whispered desperately against your neck. "So fucking goodâ"
His hand moved to the hem of your jeans, popping the button off and skilfully sliding his fingers down, finding the screaming heartbeat between your legs with a shaky breath. You bit down on his shoulder through his shirt to keep from crying out. The ache was building, intensifying, your whole body wound tight and desperate for release.
His fingers tracing slow painful circles of your crying clit, barely putting any pressure which was driving you mad.
"I'm gonna come," he whispered frantically, his hips losing rhythm. "Gonna make me come in my jeans like a fucking teenagerâ" He let out a low laugh.
"Me too," you gasped against him. His hand between your legs using your pooling juices to slide between your folds but not sliding them in, you were so close, so desperately closeâ
"I can'tâ" His voice broke against your shoulder. "I can't do this. I need everyone to leave. Right now."
"Chosoâ"
He thrust up into your palm again, helpless, while his hand pressed hard between your legs. "I need to fuck you. Right now."
The words sent a shock through you, made that ache intensify until you thought you might die from it. You could feel how wet you were, the way he was touching you was driving you insane, the way ge was breathing, he was driving you insane.
"Okay," you breathed. "Okay, get them out. Please."
It took twenty minutes for everyone to clear out.
Twenty agonizing minutes of Choso standing rigid by the door, barely responding to birthday wishes, his eyes tracking you across the room with an intensity that made your skin prickle. You could see him struggling, see the way his hands clenched into fists, the way he shifted his weight trying to find relief through his jeans.
Finally, the last person left.
The door closed and Choso stood there for a moment, his back to you, his shoulders tense. Then he turned around and the look on his face made your breath catch.
Pure need and lust painfully spreading across his features. "Comâere,"
You didn't hesitate. You crossed the room and he met you halfway, his hands immediately cupping your face as he pulled you into a kiss that was all hunger. His lips were moving hastily against yours, his pierced tongue not letting you win over, and you moaned into him.
Your hands flew to his shirt, fumbling with the hem as he backed you toward his bedroom, never breaking the kiss. He was acting like he was starving, like he needed this more than anything at the moment, and you were right there, matching his intensity, your fingers finally getting his shirt over his head, your fingers finding their way into his hair.
"Fuck," he breathed against your mouth, his hands already working at your own shirt. You stumbled backward together, still locked in the kiss, your shirt coming off somewhere between the hallway and his doorway. His hands were on your bare skin now, roaming across your back, your sides, pulling you closer than you already were.
He kicked the bedroom door shut behind you both, and he pushed you against it, his body pressing into yours. His chest was bare and warm and you couldn't stop touching himâyour hands sliding over his shoulders, his back, feeling the muscles tense under your palms.
"Need you right now," he whined as he fumbled with his belt, breaking the kiss just long enough to breathe the words against your neck. "Pleaseâ"
"Show me." You start pushing him towards the bed, his body slumping down onto it.
You grabbed the hem of his jeans and boxers together, pulling at them until his glistening cock sprang free, flushed dark and leaking. He was painfully hard, and the sight of him made that ache between your legs go crazy, you couldn't think straight.
"Oh fuckâ" His eyes went wide as you climbed over him, his hands sliding up and down your arms.
"Need you in my mouth," you said, and it wasn't a request. You were burning up, desperate, that throbbing need making you aggressive in a way you'd never been before.
You didn't wait for a response, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, giving him a light squeeze and tug before taking him into your mouth fully. He made a choked sound, his hips jerking up involuntarily.
"Fuckâ" His hand flew to your hair but you were already moving, bobbing your head up and down, taking him as deep as you could while still finding space to slide your tongue flat against the underside of his dick. You were moaning around him, the taste of him making you clench around nothing, making that desperate ache worse.
"Oh god," he gasped, his fingers tightening in your hair, head digging into the pillow under him. "Your mouthâfuckâ"
You hollowed your cheeks to create a bit more suction, tongue swirling around the sensitive swelling tip whenever you reached up, his hips started thrusting up to meet you. Not gentle, completely frantic and searching for his own release, like he couldn't help himself. You took it, took all of it, relaxing your throat and letting him fuck your mouth while you moaned around him.
"I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice breaking. "I'mâ"
You didn't pull off. You pushed yourself down, swallowed around him, watching his abs contracting with every swallow, feeling his release spilling down your throat. You swallowed it all, working him through it, and when you pulled off a string of saliva and cum connected his cock to your lips still, bringing the back of your hand up to wipe it away.
But he was still hard.
"Me too," he growled, and before you could process it he was shoving you back on the bed, yanking your own jeans and underwear down in one rough motion like you had just done to him.
"Choâ" You barely got his name out before his mouth was on you.
"Fuck," You breathed out, his tongue piercing sending a cool wave through your heated core, the vibration of his own moans at the taste of you making you gasp. "mâso fucking goodâ"
He didn't ease into it. He dove in like a man starving, his tongue flat and broad as he licked up your entire slit, messy, extremely messy. The sound he made was obsceneâa deep, guttural moan like he'd just started eating his favorite meal.
"Oh my godâ" Your hands flew to his hair as he did it again, licking you from bottom to top, not caring that his face was getting covered in you. He was making a mess of it, sloppy and frantic, you could barely think through the wet obscene sounds filling the room.
"So sweet," he panted against you, and then you felt his fingersâtwo of them sliding inside you without warning, his rings sending another electric feel whenever they brushed your entrance, pushing in deep and hard while his tongue kept working.
"FuckâChosoâ" The combination made you cry out, your back arching off the bed. His fingers didn't ease in gently, they drove in hard, pumping fast and aggressive while his mouth latched onto your clit.
"So fucking perfectâ" he groaned into you, the vibration traveling through your whole body. His fingers curled inside you, hitting that soft spot that made you see stars, and he didn't let up. He kept pumping them in hard, relentless strokes while his tongue flicked over your clit frantically.
His free hand gripped your thigh open while the other worked inside you, scissors inside you while his eyes feasted themselves on your whiny moans, then he added a third finger, fully stretching you, driving in so deep you were shaking you could feel him everywhere.
"Yes-yes fâuck" You couldn't form coherent thoughts. The sight of him between your legs, his face glistening with you, his fingers disappearing inside you over and over, the desperate sounds he was making just by working you up, it was too much.
He pulled back just enough to gasp for air, his chin dripping, but his fingers never stopped. "Shit," whined out your name, his voice wrecked, watching his own fingers pump into you. "You're so tight around my fingersâ" He looked at you through his lashes, strands of his loose hair freely falling around his face. âYou sure you didnât give me those on purpose?â He chuckled, lowering himself to your thigh, leaving a mix of soft hard and kisses and bites.
Then his mouth was back on your clit and you nearly screamed. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over it frantically while his fingers drove in harder, faster, digging every sound out of you.
"Don't stopâ" You were grinding against his face now, riding his fingers, chasing that friction, and he let you, encouraged it even. His free hand moved to your ass, pulling you harder against his mouth while the other kept that brutal pace inside you.
He was being so messyâspit and your wetness covering his face, dripping down his chin, coating his fingers as they pumped in and out of you. The wet sounds were obscene, filthy, and he didn't give a single fuck. He just kept devouring you like it was the best thing he'd ever experienced.
"Fuck, look at you," you gasped, looking down at him. His eyes flicked up to meet yours and the sight of himâface buried in your pussy, fingers buried inside you, eyes dark and hungry, thise puppy eyes completely lost in you, a sight you didnât know you needed till just now.
You could feel your orgasm building fast, too fast. The drug from the chocolate made everything so intense, every nerve ending on fire.
"I'm gonna comeâ" you warned, but he just groaned louder, fingers curling into that perfect spot and driving in so deep you couldn't breathe.
You came with a broken cry, your whole body arching off the bed, clenching hard around his fingers, and he didn't stop. He kept licking, kept sucking, kept pumping his fingers through your orgasm, working you through it while you shook and gasped his name. When you finally came down he pulled back, his face absolutely covered in you, his fingers still inside you, and he looked drunk on it.
"Need to be inside you," he panted, slowly pulling his fingers out and moving up your body. "Right nowâ", he climbed further on top of you, giving time to lick and kiss his way from your stomach, circling your navel, to your breasts, taking a hardened bud into his mouth with a gentle tug. Eyes fluttering to you to take in everything.
"Yesâ" You were reaching for his shoulders trying to make him come up faster, still trembling from your orgasm but that ache was already building again. "Need you inside, please."
You pushed him off of you getting impatient, pinning him to his bed with ease.
You sank down on him in one hard motion and you both groaned. The stretch burned but you were so wet, so ready, it felt perfect. You didn't give either of you time to adjustâyou just started moving, riding him hard and fast.
"Fuck," you gasped, your hands braced on his chest, the sensitivity of your last orgasm still coursing through, the feeling of him inside you alone making you almsot cum right then and there.
"Oh godâ" His hands grabbed your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "Fuck yâso goodâ"
You rode him harder, chasing that relief, that friction you needed so badly. Your thighs were burning but you couldn't stop, couldn't slow down, the tip of his length hittung that spot inside you just right. The sounds you were making were loudâdesperate moans and whimpers straight out of a porn movie, you didn't even try to hold back.
"Harder," he gasped, his hips thrusting up to meet you. "Fuck me harderâ"
You did, slamming down on him with bruising force, a broken guttering moan coming out of him. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, gripping hard into the plush skin, helping you move faster.
"I'm gonna come," he panted. "I can'tâyou feel sâgoodâ"
"Mâyeah?" you cooed at the needy man under you, grinding down on him. "Come inside meâ"
He thrust up hard and came with a desperate groan, his cock pulsing inside you. But you weren't doneâyou were still moving, still chasing your own release, and he was still hard.
âShitââ His eyes rolled back into his head, shaking for the overstimulation, but it just felt so good. "Don't stop," he gasped. "Keep goingâfuckân use meâ"
You rode him through his orgasm and into your own, your whole body going rigid as you came, clenching around him with agonizing tightness. The relief lasted maybe thirty seconds before that desperate ache came roaring back.
"More," you breathed. "I need more of youâ"
He flipped you suddenly, pinning you under him, and thrust back inside before you could catch your breath. "I need all of you, god you feel goodâ"
"Yesâ" You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Harderâ h-harderâ"
He did, his hips snapping against yours with brutal force. You clawed at his back, leaving deep red marks, pulling him closer while you thrust back against him just as hard.
"Like that," you gasped. "Just like thatâdon't stopâ"
He buried his face in your neck and fucked you harder, faster, his rhythm already getting frantic but not any slower. You could feel him getting close again, could feel your own orgasm building.
"Squeeze me," he panted against your skin. "I need to feel you comeâ"
Your body arched off the bed, the feeling of you clenching around him sent him over the edge. He thrust deep and came with a broken almost pathetic moan, his cock pulsing inside you, his white streaks getting lesser each time.
For maybe ten seconds, you both just shook, breather heavily while still basically eye fucking each other. You felt that need building again, felt him still hard inside you, his hips thrusting ever so slightly inside you still.
"Again," you demanded, your nails digging into his shoulders. "I need you to fuck me againâ"
"Yeah I do." He pulled out and flipped you over roughly, pulling your hips up, pushing your face into the pillow. "I like that angle on you." You felt him smile against your neck.
He slammed back inside, both of you groaning at the new angle. He felt even deeper like this, hitting spots that made you see stars.
"Don't stop," you demanded, throwing your hips back to meet his thrusts. "Don't you dare fucking stopâ"
You twisted yourself to the side pulled him down into a desperate kiss as he thrust back inside, and you both moaned into each other's mouths, tongues messily fighting each other. His thrusts slowing downs, but no less intenseâlong, deep strokes that had you both shaking, the ridges of his tip teasing at your entrance whenever he pulled back out, only to slam back in.
"Touch yourself," he gasped against your lips. "I want to feel you come againâ"
Your hand flew between your legs. You came again, and again, and he came with you each time, neither of you able or at least, wanted to stop.
You lost track after thatâof how many times, of who initiated what. You rode him again. He fucked you against the wall. You pushed him down and took what you needed. He pinned you to the bed and gave it to you harder. Both of you desperate, aggressive, clawing at each other like you were fighting for relief.
Every time one of you came, the other was right there, demanding more. Every time you thought it was be over, that ache and need came roaring back and you were on each other again.
His usual stoic composure was completely gone, he was a bundle of pure need and lust. But you were just as demanding, just as aggressive, taking what you needed and giving it back just as hard.
"Deeper," you gasped at one point, your nails raking down his back. "I need you deeperâ"
"Fuckâ" He hitched your leg higher and thrust so deep you saw stars. "Like that?"
"Yesâdon't stopâharderâ"
He gave you everything you demanded like a good boy, and you gave it right back, both feeding off the praise.
You have no idea when the aphrodisiac finally started to wear off, only remembering you and him completely spent, fucked out, two bodies oozing sex in his bed.
Neither of you spoke. You just lay there in the wreckage of his bed, trying to catch your breath.
---
You woke up still tangled togetherâyour leg thrown over his hip, his arm pinned under your shoulders, both of you sticky with sweat and probably other things you weren't ready to think about just yet.
The first thing you noticed was the hickeys. They were everywhere. Dark purple marks trailing down his neck and chest, bite marks on his shoulders accompanied with light red scratches. When you shifted, you caught sight of your own thighs in the morning light, covered in the same crazy evidence.
"Oh my god," Choso groaned rubbing his eyes awake with both hands, his voice rough. He'd clearly just woken up too, he looked at you for a split second then back at the ceiling. "So,"
"Yeah." You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up, clutching the covers to your chest.
He turned his head to look at you, and his hair was an absolute disaster, youâd swear he got attacked during his sleep (which isnât far from the truth). You probably looked just as bad. His eyes dropped to your neck and he winced, biting the inside of his cheek.
"I'm so sorryâ"
"You're sorry?" You gestured at his chest, at the clear bite mark on his collarbone and scratched covering his shoulders. "You look worst than I do!"
He exhaled loudly, "You did this," he accused, but there was nothing mad to it, just a small tired laugh leaving him. "Those chocolatesâ"
"I didn't know!" But you were laughing now, and so was he, both of you still not moving apart. "You're the one who ate four of them!"
"You said they were edibles!"
"They kinda were!"
He dropped his head back against the pillow, groaning. "The guys are never gonna let me live this down. I kicked everyone out of my own birthday party because of a boner."
"To be fair, you seemed extremely motivated then."
"Oh my god." He covered his face with his free hand, but you could see him smiling between his palm. "This is so bad. This isâ" He peeked at you through his fingers, a little unsure, his eyes becoming serious for a second. "But like, are we okay?"
You laughed at him, the way he just seemed so worried, you pinched his side to tease making him flinch away slightly, but still very much tangled up with him. "Hm, I think we're okay." You gave him a reassuring smile, your head hitting the pillow on your side.
"Good." He finally moved, stretching and wincing, his muscles probably aching at this point. "Because I'm gonna need help fixing this,â He gestured to the room looking a mess. You could only laugh, slowly getting up yourself and stretching not minding the cool breeze hitting your skin.
Choso suddenly turned the other way. âYour boobsâ theyâre outââ
âAre you serious right now?â
âI am.â
âWell, I was gonna offer to share a shower but clearly you wonâtââ
Youâve never seen Choso whip his head this quickly at anything youâve ever said.
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You and Gojo Satoru keep ending up in absurdly romantic situations, as if the universe itself is playing matchmaker.
So the universe apparently ships you and Satoru Gojo. Five attempts at sailing that ship. Wonder if it worked.
First attempt
It starts at a rooftop party on Shokoâs birthday, everyoneâs slightly drunk, fairy lights everywhere like the setting itself is trying to be a romcom.
Youâre standing at the railing, drink in hand, genuinely having a nice time, when the music changes to something embarrassingly slow and suddenly itâs just you and Gojo standing side by side.
Romantic isnât itâ he says, clearly fishing for a reaction.
âShut upâ
âWe could slow dance.â
âI will pour this drink on you.â you look at him like youâre seconds away from committing a crime.
He grins and leans on the railing next to you, shoulder almost touching yours âYou look pretty when youâre annoyed.â
âI will pour this drink on you and then push you off this roof.â
He puts a hand over his heart like youâve wounded him personally.
The lights flicker⌠and in the three seconds of semi darkness, someone in the crowd shoves someone else and you get knocked directly into him.
His hand catches your waist. The lights come back and youâre six inches from his face.
âHi,â he says, and heâs smiling, the bastard.
You push off him and go find Shoko. She takes one look at your expression and hands you her drink without a word. You love her.
Second attempt
Second time is more elaborate, which means the universe leveled up, sheâs committed to this bit.
Youâre grocery shopping.
This is not a place Gojo Satoru should exist because he doesnât do things like grocery shop, he probably has someone do it for him, and yet.
There he is.. in the cereal aisle. Holding a box of the limited edition cereal you specifically came for.
âPut it down,â you say, already annoyed.
âI got here first.â
âYou donât even eat cereal.â
âHow do you know what I eat.â he smirks, clearly enjoying this.
âYou eat things that cost more than my rent, Gojo, put the cereal down.â
He doesnât.
You reach for it and he raises it higher.
You end up basically climbing him trying to reach it and at some point his arm comes around your back to stop you from falling and the elderly woman in the aisle makes a sound like awww and you both go still.
âWeâre not together,â you tell her.
âOf course not,â she says, with the look of someone who has seen seventy years of bullshit and recognizes yours specifically.
He gives you the cereal and doesnât say anything smug about it. Which is deeply suspicious. You watch him the entire walk to the register like heâs going to pull something.
He doesnât.
He just says âsee youâ and leaves and you stand there for a second being inexplicably annoyed about it.
Third attempt
Third time you should genuinely sue someone.
Youâre supervising the training exercise while Gojo runs the students through something, which means youâre standing far away from him.
Then Megumiâs shikigami glitches⌠you donât know how, you didnât see it happen⌠and it comes at you fast enough that you donât fully dodge, and Gojo wraps himself around you, and takes the impact against a tree instead.
Youâre basically pressed against his chest, his arms around you, and the training ground has gone completely silent.
You look up.
He looks down.
Fifteen students watching. Nobara with her phone out. Yuji looking genuinely emotional about it.
âI could have dodged,â you say.
âSweetheart, you were not going to dodge.â he tilts his head, smirking.
âDonât call me⌠what did you justâŚâ
âEyes on the shikigami, everyoneâ He cuts you off and turns back to the students like nothing happened and you stand there facing his back having something close to an aneurysm.
Nobara sends you the photo later that night. He looks like heâs exactly where he wants to be. Absolutely shameless.
You save it in a private folder
UtahimĂŠ calls you to ask how the training went and you say âfineâ and she says âmhmâ and you say âstop thatâ and she mhms again and you hang up.
Nobara sent the pic to the group chat.
Fourth attempt
Fourth time the universe really said let me cook.
Group dinner⌠loud, crowded, perfectly normal until the table arrangement gets shuffled because Nanami and Haibara take one end and Shoko and Utahime take the other.
You get the middle table which should have two more people in it but those two more people got caught in traffic and now itâs just you and Gojo at a table for six with a candle in the middle.
A fucking candle.
You stare at it. He stares at it. You both look up at the same time.
âI will eat and leave,â you say.
âSame,â
You donât leave. The foodâs too good.
You end up there two hours, talking shit about everyone you know, rating cursed spirits on a scale of annoying to actually threatening, and he steals food off your plate and you stab his hand with your chopstick.
He acts wounded and you tell him youâll aim better next time, and somewhere around the second round of drinks heâs laughing at something you said and you think oh this is so bad.
The candle is still there. Very romanticâŚ. Very unnecessary.
Walking out he bumps your shoulder and says âyouâre funny when youâre not being mean to meâ
You scoff, though your mouth betrays you with the smallest smile.
Then his cab comes and he leaves
You stand there for a second and notice youâre still smiling and your chest is doing something it has absolutely no business doing over Gojo Satoru of all people.
oh no. Oh no no no. Youâre so fucked.
Final attempt
Summer festival. Shoko mentioned it, six people said yeah, and now youâre all here.
Somewhere around the second hour the group seperate the way groups do and you end up walking next to Gojo because the crowd pushed you together and youâre both too stubborn to reroute.
âYou look nice,â he says, and the way he says it is so annoyingly sincere that itâs somehow worse than if heâd been a dick about it.âYukata suits you,â
You donât say anything because thereâs nothing to say to that that doesnât make it weird. âYouâre welcome,â he says, to your silence.
Youâre mid sentence about something when the fireworks start without warning, just suddenly the whole sky goes boom and everyone around you looks up.
You look up too, for a second. Then you glance at him.
Heâs not looking at the fireworks.
Heâs looking at you. Soft eyes, that small smile, the fond look he gets sometimes that youâve been successfully pretending you havenât noticed for months.
Heâs justâŚ. looking at you⌠with the fireworks going off behind his head.
You laugh, trying to act normal while everything inside you is screaming.
âYou have fireworks behind your head,â you tell him.
âI know,â he says, still looking at you. Doesnât glance back even once.
âTheyâre pretty good ones.â You try to change the subject before your face gives you away.
âUh huh.â
âYouâre missing them.â
âMhm.â
You shake your head, still smiling, and open your mouth to say something stupid but it doesnât come out. Because heâs still looking at you like that and your brain stops working.
Your cheeks heat up, even though you refuse to meet his eyes.
He steps closer. Slow enough that that you could absolutely say something sarcastic and ruin it, slow enough that you have every opportunity to step back.
You donât move.
He kisses you soft and gentle and the fireworks are still going and you think in your head that this is so embarrassing and also you donât care even a little bit.
When you pull back heâs still got that look on his face.
âStop it,â you roll your eyes and hope your flushed cheeks arenât obvious.
âIâm happy,â he says, and it lands exactly where he meant it to, right in the middle of your chest, and you look at him for a second and then shove him by the shoulder, though your heart wonât stop racing.
He grabs your hand when you try to pull it back.
Your phone buzzes.
Utahime has sent a photo to the group chat.
Itâs you two. Mid kiss.
Fireworks perfectly framed behind you both like sheâs been standing in this crowd with her phone ready.
UtahimĂŠ : Iâve been waiting 4 months to send this. Youâre welcome. Also Shoko owes me 3000 yen.
Shoko replies: worth every yen honestly
You look at him for a long second. The fireworks are winding down. Heâs still holding your hand.
part one â satoru gojo gets interrupted mid sexâŚ
Satoru mercilessly ruts into you, his hands cradling your head as your legs straddled his bare waist. One hand settled on the wall behind your head, the other cradled under your ass.
the man was tired after a long shift, some bullshit with the higher ups. God he was frustrated. What better way to relieve it than by being balls deep in his favourite girl?
your head tips back as his mouth sloppily sucks on your neck, you both were relishing in the intimacy until an abrupt noises causes a groan from you both
who on earth is calling you at 2:00am? The call ends, then the call screen flashes on again, satoru grew even more frustrated with every call, which only made his thrusts more aggressive and desperate
he swings his arm back, reaching for the phone and on the screen displayed the word âexâ, you couldnât block him due to the fact he was an old family friend, one that you hadnât seen or spoken to in years.
You had broken off the relationship after meeting satoru, and satoru proving he could be a better boyfriend. His burning hatred for your ex after heâd made some not so boyfriend-like comments about you.
So in that moment satoru decided what better way to get back at him than to pick up the phone and show him exactly what he missed out on?
âhey, y/n, Iâve done a lot of thinking, and you see I-â your ex started,
But all could be heard from your end of the line was whimpers and the sound of your wet pussy connecting to the base of his cock, the slap of your bodies against on another as you both chased your orgasms
âno, -hah- you donât get to do thatâ satoru growled his anger at the man over the phone was taken out on you as he put you in a mean mating press. His cock drilled into you, desperate and aggressive.
âshe still a fucking whore? i honestly still canât believe she hasnât got bored of your dickâ your ex hissed, he was obviously sour and hung up on you, even when you didnât spare him a thought. Especially when this god of a man was driving his long dick into you, pumping you over and over again with his seed, loud enough for your ex to hear
âToru! -ngh- baby, sâmuch -hah- sâdeepâ you whimpered, clawing at his back as an effort to get closer to him than you already are
âYou hear that? Whose dick are -fuck- you taking huh, sweets?â He groaned before turning his attention to the asshole over the phone âitâs definitely not yours, stop grovelling for attention -mhm- off a beautiful girl not worth a second of your -hah- timeâ he ground out
âlike youâd ever be able to touch her again, you know exactly what Iâm capable of, and my favourite part is, no on will question my actions out of fear of their own livesâ satoru reminded him in a mocking tone
your ex let out a disgruntled noise before hanging up the phone, satoruâs let out a breathy laugh at the situation, âfuck yeah, this pretty girl is all mineâ he dips into a passionate, slow, kiss, savouring every inch of you
the both of your climaxâs hit at the same time, satoruâs hips stuttering as he unloaded inside your tight hole
âhow fucking dare heâ he scoffs âmy pretty sweetheartâ he coos, his slender digits snaking down your face, caressing your cheek
His face nuzzles the crook of your neck as he whispers territorial words, laced with love and affection. You werenât going anywhere, and you definitely werenât complaining
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you had been prepping for marriage since the day you could walk.
being the daughter of the east mobâs leader meant you were good for only one thing, and that was alliance. you werenât taught about marriage like the other girls in your life, no, you were taught omission. obedience. complete and entire control given to you by your husband, and not a single other. you needed to know how to sit up straight without fidgeting, cook meals for multiple families, how to smile without being overbearing or even speak in tones of submission.
you were bred to marry.
your parents rarely acknowledged you outside of this, if ever. your mere existence was a disappointment to them, for you were supposed to be a boy - your birth had been traumatic for your mother, meaning she couldnât have any more children and your father couldnât remarry due to the optics of it all. you were the wrong child, in the wrong body, and not a day of your life had gone by without you being told it.
and so, here you were. too quiet for your own good. secretly anxious, always going above and beyond in hopes someone would notice, not that they ever did. youâd retreat to your room, lock your door quietly and simply lay on your bed, cherishing all of your sweet plushies, and pinks and creams of your room as though it was your only friend. your only solace.
you were a prisoner in your own house, and yet your room had become your home, your jail cell that you felt a warped sense of comfort in. this was your space. no one was allowed in.
but, outside of it, you were of course victim to whatever whims those around you had wanted.
as a result, you were betrothed.
to a monster, some had muttered in your presence, making your chest tighten. to a man whose name was spoken carefully, even when people were alone - a name that demanded attention, respect and most importantly, acknowledgement.
jeon jungkook.
he was hardly just anyone. no, jungkook was head of the biggest mob in the country, with ties to multiple international groups that also saw him as their leader. power fucking oozed off of him in a way that had most shivering at the thought of fucking over a man like that, which is why your parents jumped at the opportunity of offering you up to him.
you were shocked when you heard he had accepted the offer. that was a few months ago, and a wedding was being planned without you ever have even meeting the man. you knew he was young in age, not yet touching his thirties, and some even had let you know he was handsome, though you werenât sure if those were words uttered in fear or honesty.
it didnât matter what you wanted. didnât matter if you were scared, or unwilling; and certainly didnât matter if you didnât want this whatsoever. he was to be your husband, and more importantly - you were going to be his bride.
â
the dining room was already full when he arrived.
your parents had invited him, alongside a myriad of his men, over to your home, a dinner and celebration a few days before the wedding. thatâs what they called it, anyway, but you knew what it really was.
it was so he could see you. approve of you.
it made your stomach churn to think he could dismiss you. you truly werenât sure what would be worse - his approval, or his rejection.
men had been arriving for hours now, many early in hopes to scope the room before he arrived, so they could understand the overall atmosphere of the place. tensions were high as you played with the hem of your sweet little dress. pink, with frills on the sleeves, a neckline that dipped just slightly, enough to entice but modest enough to be deemed appropriate given your status.
you could hear cars outside, feeling your chest tighten slightly before getting in position, just as you had been taught.
men rose from their seats instinctively, their chairs scraping backwards loudly whilst their voices halted mid sentences, unified by their attention landing on the figure walking through the door. jeon jungkook didnât need to announce himself - his presence alone did that for him. black suit tailored to his body like it had been cut with intent, as opposed to fabric, shoulders so broad and posture unyielding. he carried power the way the other men in the room carried breath.
you stood beside your parents, your hands folded neatly in front of you, spine straight, chin slightly dipped.
pink. that was the first thing he registered.
a soft, babydoll dress in the palest shade, fabric floating around your thighs, sleeves brushing your arms like petals. your hair fell down your back in gentle waves, glossy, deliberate; too pretty for a house like this. you looked like something misplaced - a sweetness that didnât belong among smoke, liquor and men who spoke in threats disguised as deals.
his gaze locked onto you and didnât move.
you felt it immediately.
the way his eyes were grazing up and down your body, resting on your face whilst his jaw tightened visibly. you couldnât tell if he liked the sight of you, and you could feel the familiar churn of your stomach return. your lashes lowered, a shake beginning to overcome your hands as you all walked into the dining room to be seated properly.
jungkookâs seat was supposed to be at the head, with your father at the other side, a symbolic seating plan. instead, he picked the chair beside you.
not in front.
not the head.
but a measly, centre seat.
the chair scraped as it dragged against the floor, the room suddenly quiet, and your shoulders sat high in anticipation. his thigh brushed yours underneath the table as he took his seat, subtle. deliberate. his knee then pressed into the soft inside of your leg, claiming space you hadnât offered. you stiffened slightly, fingers tightening in your lap and breath suddenly coming out shallow.
he didnât look away, his gaze firmly on the people around him, and you.
his hand rested on his own thigh at first, before shifting. just slightly.
fingers brushed your knee once. twice, before they began sliding upwards, curling around the delicate hem of your dress. the contact was light enough to be deniable, yet slow enough to feel intentional. you trembled, thighs pressing together instinctively whilst your heart continued to pound loud enough for him to hear.
he watched as your lips parted, clinging to every micro expression you gave him.
you didnât move his hand away. you werenât aware you were allowed to.
conversation carried on around you, men chatting, laughing, glasses clinking and food being eaten. jungkook remained quiet, rarely conversing, eating to be polite but refraining from a drink. he was controlled in every single thing he would do, and yet his fingers continued to flex against your skin, as though it was his every right - he had yet to even converse with you.
the world felt reduced to the heat of his touch and the weight of his attention. you could hardly eat, forcing yourself to nibble as much as you could but you were shackled to the growing feeling in your stomach, it was both foreign and terrifying. you stared at your plate without seeing it, caught between something far more dangerous than youâd anticipated.
want.
eventually, the shift happened. the women stood.
it was automatic, rehearsed - chairs sliding backwards and napkins folded, heads bowed lightly as they retreated from the table. the men were beginning to get rowdier, as they breached the topic of illegal crime, weapons sat on the table leisurely as though it was normal.
you followed once your mother rose, legs unsteady as you stepped away, his hand lingering until the very last second before slipping from your skin. both of your eyes connected, for a second and nothing more, but it was enough to have your throat visibly constrict.
you all but bolted up to your room once you were out of sight, your heart pounding and eyes closing shut tightly.
upstairs felt unreal.
your room welcomed you like a held breath, familiar and soft, pinks and creams wrapping around you as you shut your door quietly and leaned against it. your chest rose and fell too fast, fingers trembling as you crossed the length of your room and climbed onto your bed.
you curled in on yourself, knees drawn up, dress riding high on your thighs without you even realising. the fabric bunched at your waist, exposing the simple but sweet cotton underneath - innocent, unguarded.
downstairs, jungkook endured.
he couldnât stand the men around him, your father making him feel sick to his very stomach. a pathetic man, one he had only humoured when he had actually looked into his marriage proposal. he wanted to reject, scoffing at the idea of marrying into a family like this, only to look into you and finding the sweetest thing he had ever laid his eyes upon.
big eyes and soft hair, your lips were the first thing he noticed. always so bitten, plump - he wanted to ruin them with his own immediately. he dreamt of you for weeks before proceeding with your fatherâs proposition, and hallucinated you for the months leading up to today. he wanted to introduce himself sooner, god he needed to - but he lived across the country, and he was an insanely busy man.
being here. touching you. smelling you. god, it was ruining him.
and so, he pushed his chair back, catching the attention of everyone immediately.
âexcuse me.â his tone firm. polite. âiâd like to speak to my bride. alone.â
the response was immediate - hurried explanations, men too eager to please him in hopes he would remember their loyalty. âupstairs, first room!â
jungkook didnât hesitate. he turned around, and ascended the staircase with ease, a controlled speed that made each step creak. he reached your door, pale and large, and pushed it open without bothering to knock, dark eyes noticing the warm lighting that illuminated your space.
the click of it behind him startled you, as it caused a sense of finality, causing you to look up with a soft gasp that had his shoulders rolling.
he filled the room.
his gaze dropped down to you - curled on your bed, cheeks pink, lashes fluttering, dress hiked up just enough to reveal the sweet bow on your panties. there was something dark across his face, his jaw tightened whilst his eyes traced you slowly. possessively.
he stepped closer to you.
you shrank back instinctively, fingers curling into the sheets, heart racing as he looked over you. too close, too solid, too real. he smelled like smoke and leather, something sharp to his expression that secretly did everything other than scaring you. it was intoxicating.
his hand reached out. not gentle.
firm as it closed around your thigh, thumb pressing into soft skin as he pulled you toward him without effort. your breath stuttered, body yielding automatically as he sat and drew you onto his lap, positioning you like you belonged there.
he looked towards the other side of your bed, hand reaching out to grab one of the cute plushies that were lined delicately in a row. his too large hand took your sweet, pink bunny and placed it in your arms, your back pressed against his chest as his arms engulfed you entirely.
your legs were spread, indecently, your dress hiked up to your upper thigh giving him full view of the small wet patch sat in the centre of your panties. the cute bow on top felt like a gift to him, one he knew heâd roll over thinking about for years to come. his own legs and thighs accommodated your weight as though you were no more than a feather, as though this was natural, primal even.
you couldnât breathe. your brain was whirling at a thousand miles per hour as you felt his fingers trace directly over the gentle cotton, soaked exactly where you wanted to be touched, but knew you shouldnât. he wasnât your husband yet. this wasnât allowed. this went against every teaching, every harsh threat your parents had taught you in the name of purity. he wasnât supposed to touch you until you had a ring on your finger and yet here he was, fingers beginning to rub gently against your clit without so much as introducing himself to you.
slow. idle. possessive. he rubbed like a man who had all of the time in the world, as though the conversation downstairs hadnât quietened down in hopes of hearing whatever you were both talking about upstairs. jungkook wasnât much for words. he had a mere purpose.
your hips lifted without even realising, and you froze for a moment once you noticed what you were doing. you couldnât stop yourself from doing it again, smaller this time, tentative. as though you were testing the waters to see if you were allowed.
his chest rose behind you. a quiet, pleased sound left him, one that had your eyelashes fluttering for a moment, unaware how deeply he was staring at you.
you buried your face into your sweet bunny, fingers curling into its ears as the pressure on your clit grew deeper and deeper, the pads of his fingers rough, friction from both his touch and the cotton of your panties only adding to the feeling growing in your stomach. no one had ever touched you like this, never even looked at you.
his other hand slid slower, fingers continuing to tease your upper thighs until he found himself pushing the soaked material to a side, grunting lightly at the sight of you. his wifeâs pussy. made to be ruined by him.
your chest was heaving now, quiet puffs of air leaving your body as you clung to one of his arms, cheeks redder than theyâd ever felt. he leaned down; nuzzling his nose into your cheek as he rubbed your entrance, teasing the tip of his fingers as though this was more pleasurable for him than for you.
âthatâs it.â your eyes shut at the sound of his voice, finally. so deep. his finger pushed inside of you just as the thrill of his tone hit your spine, causing you to whimper quietly, already feeling fuller than anything youâd ever attempted. âfeel that?â
you peered up, finally meeting his gaze, a glazed over shift in your eyes as your lips parted. puffs of air were leaving you, whilst you nuzzled into your teddy, his finger thrusting in and out and thumb circling your clit. he nudged your nose against his, sickeningly sweet, as though he wasnât fucking you with the same hands that had killed others.
it was then, he added another finger, causing you to let out a louder whine, to which he grunted, feeling his own cock poke at you from underneath, hardening from the way you clenched so tightly around his digits. he watched your eyes close, head lolling against his shoulder whilst you buried your face into your bunny, a sight cuter than words. his innocent, slut.
his fingers were mean, and the way he nudged your nose was even meaner, causing you to reopen your eyes, forcing you to stare at him.
âdo you touch yourself?â he whispered down at you, voice so heavy you could feel it in your stomach.
the words sank into you like a bruise, his fingers halting; though they remained deep inside of you. you whined a little, hips lifting, the feeling of fullness aching you from the inside in. you tried to look away, but he followed your gaze, almost meanly. you were forced to look at him as he stared at you, waiting for your answer.
you couldnât run away. couldnât hide. and so you nodded, so faintly, only once, blinking in slight fear at his reaction. you werenât supposed to, you knew that, had it drilled in your head that you were supposed to stay pure, even from your own thoughts and yet the only thing that was bearable in your life was the fingers that would find their way over your clit every night. you werenât even allowed to have him touch you right now, and yet here you were, moaning up at a man you had feared up until now.
âyes?â he repeated, an almost hiss that had you cowering slightly, thighs beginning to close.
your face burned. your lashes fluttering away whilst you nodded, nibbling at your bottom lip. âi-i know..iâm not supposed to..iâm sorr-â
you were cut off immediately by a drop of his face, his nose tilting yours before he pressed his lips against yours.
his lips were moving against yours hungrily, and you struggled to keep up. this was your first kiss, and he could feel it, could taste it in the way you were gasping, your tongue lapping against his in a bid to reciprocate his skill. he could feel his brain twisting painfully at the thought of you, surrounded by the sweetness of your room, hand over your mouth, toying with yourself and bringing yourself to heights with closed eyes. fuck. it killed him.
you pulled away, struggling to breathe, eyebrows furrowed whilst looking at him, completely taken aback by his response. he was panting too, and he looked like he was in pain, only for him to drop down and kiss you once more, whilst resuming his merciless attack on you.
his two fingers were touching that spot inside of you, something youâd never been able to reach with your much smaller fingers and it was driving you insane, moaning into his mouth, hands still clutching your bunny as though your life depended on it.
âfuck.â he whispered once he pulled away, forehead pressing against yours. âwant you to keep touching this pussy for me, hm? every day, every night. want you to remember how deep my fingers feel inside of you, how iâm stretching you out, how good it feels. and when i have you, and youâre all dressed in white, iâll make you feel even better on my cock, you hear me?â
your eyes were wide as you stared up at him, his pace too rough for your poor virgin pussy, but a warped part of you yearned for more as your toes curled, panting, crumbling, whimpering. with a final whine, your body arched into his as your orgasm ripped through you at the mere thought of being split open on his cock, feeling something impossibly bigger deep inside your stomach, knowing in only a few days that very concept would become a reality.
jungkook fucked you through it, fingers not letting up until you began to shake, and only then did he slowly pull out, once you were whimpering into your bunny.
the sudden loss had you letting out a small noise of despair, one that had him hissing slowly as he watched your much smaller hands cup his own. he tilted his head towards you, his free hand grabbing your chin, so you could watch as he inserted his fingers into his own mouth.
jungkook let out a small moan himself, eyes shutting tightly at the taste of what was soon to be his, and for once, the man held himself back from what he wanted most. you.
you were panting as he straightened his back, your big eyes peering up at him, too shy given the fact he had just kissed you, and made you cum on his fingers before ever even conversing with you properly. your legs were like jello as he stood up, picking you up with him, suddenly up in the air which had your arms tightening around his neck, your bunny falling to the ground.
he pressed another sweet kiss to your lips, to which you responded, trying to keep up once more, despite the fact this one was much slower, much quieter, without the charged energy despite the fat, hard bulge visible in his trousers. he laid you on your bed properly, your hair sprawled around you and your now crinkled dress still pushed up.
âiâll see you soon, baby. just a few more days, then youâll be my bride.â
with a single kiss to your head, you watched your soon to be husband walk out of your room, your bunny in hand, and your panties in the other.
â
the morning of your wedding does not begin with congratulations.
it began with silence.
the servants moved carefully around you as you slept in a home that did not belong to you. you had travelled to jungkookâs city, the journey taking hours and now you were in a hotel room where the bed, although lavish, felt empty. cold. you werenât surrounded by the familiarity of your typical warmth, and it did nothing to lessen your nerves.
no one around you met your eye. no one wished you well. they dressed you due to duty, not because they wanted to.
your mother was the last to enter.
her eyes swept over you critically, lips tugged into her typical usual frown as she sharply assessed you, as though you werenât her daughter, but a mere investment finally ready to be unveiled. her fingers reached out without warning, pinching the material at your waist harshly.
âthis is too loose.â she said coolly. âtighten it.â
the seamstress looked up from her crouched position, hesitating with furrowed brows. any tighter and it would hurt you.
your mother noticed her uncertainty, gaze snapping to her. âdid i ask you to think?â
the woman murmured a rushed apology before obeying, pulling until the corset began to bite at your ribs. your breath caught, shallow and painful, but you refused to complain. you were taught long ago that discomfort was hardly something worth acknowledging.
she stepped back once you were fully adorned in white, unable to properly breathe, arms folded.
âyou look acceptable.â she says at last. no mentions of your beauty or radiance, merely acceptable. âremember your place today.â
you nodded. you always nodded.
your father arrived then, already dressed, already impatient with how long it was taking to doll you up to perfection. he didnât bother greeting you, his attention fixated on his expensive cufflinks as he adjusted them in the mirror.
âdo not embarrass us.â he said flatly. âno crying. do not hesitate. donât forget that this union is the only reason you were kept.â
the words landed with practised precision, hitting you right where it hurt most.
you lowered your gaze with another nod, fingers curling into the material of your dress.
he finally looked at you then. not in pride, or awe, but with warning.
âyouâre fortunate.â he continued. âmen like him do not take damaged things lightly. if you fail, there will be no coming back.â
as if you ever could.
your mother stepped forward to adjust your veil over your face, sheer lace barely hiding your features as it draped over your body sweetly. you looked like a vision, more beautiful than anyone could ever anticipate and how intrigued they were to see jungkookâs bride, the sole woman that had him ready to marry.
âsmile,â she murmured under her breath. âyouâre about to become very expensive property.â
property.
the word echoed around in your head, even as you stood in front of the double doors you were about to walk through, your father gripping your arm much too harshly to be deemed normal, whilst your bouquet sat comfortably in your free hand.
you could hear him before you could see him. not his voice, but the mere reaction to him.
the murmur inside the venue dulled, like sound being swallowed whole. chairs shifted, men straightening instinctively, shoulders squaring, heads turning towards the alter not in curiosity, but recognition. fear. respect.
your fathers grip tightened on your arm. too tight.
a warning disguised as support.
the doors ahead of you loomed, tall and carved, polished to a shine that reflected a distorted version of yourself - white and trembling, veiled and small. your heart beat so loudly you were sure it could be heard over the music in the room, each thud crawling up your throat and settling behind your eyes in a gentle sting.
the doors opened.
light flooded in, blinding you for a moment, but all you could see, all you could focus and notice was him.
jeon jungkook stood at the altar like owned the very ground beneath it.
black suit, cut sharp and severe, tailored to perfection. fabric clung to his body in a way that looked like it had been built for violence. his shoulders sat so broad, so wide, so tall - he was everything, with his hands loosely folded in front of him. he commended the very audience, and they watched as you began ascending in obvious awe.
the moment he saw you, something changed. something that sat far enough from subtlety that it caught your attention immediately.
his gaze locked onto yours with frightening immediacy, dark and unblinking, stripping the room of everyone else. you remembered the last time you saw him as a pang of pure want hit you deep in your stomach, rendering you breathless for a moment as you walked towards him in practised perfection, all whilst he did the same, his jaw tightening visibly.
his eyes were dragging up and down slowly. he was the epitome of hunger.
your steps almost faltered for a moment, only to have your father dig his fingers deep into your arm, an action that was caught by your betrothed almost immediately.
each step felt unreal, like moving through water. your dress flowed around you, white silk and lace trailing behind whilst the fabric whispered against the floor like it was telling secrets. the veil softened the world but it did nothing, nothing at all, to dull him.
it made him sharper.
he watched you like a predator watched something special precious. your bouquet trembled faintly in your grasp.
your parents had done their job well - your chin was lifted enough, shoulders relaxed but not loose, expression calm, serene, perfect.
a bride carved by cruelty - seen by her groom.
you reached the alter, your father releasing you almost too abruptly and it caught the eyes of those around you as your cheeks flamed in shame. jungkook stepped forward almost immediately, gaze severe as he pointed it towards your family whilst taking a hold of your hand, too soft to be anything deemed to be from him.
his thumb was over your pulse as you guided you to the middle of the alter, positioning you beside him, too large back covering you slightly from the piercing eyes of the people around you. it was his first act of protection, and immediately, you melted in his touch, seeing it. recognising it for what it was.
you were no longer a product on display. jungkook was openly claiming you.
it was the only thing churning in your brain as the officiant spoke, going through ancient vows that were imperative to your mob culture, carved through loyalty and expectation. your eyes were flickering to his broad chest, his jaw, his face, your interlocked hands. you were nervous, it was clear, but you werenât afraid - something you could have never expected.
you spoke after he did, doing everything exactly as you were supposed to, and you knew the important people in the room were pleased with the sight of you. you truly were worthy of the man beside you.
and soon enough, you were turned to fully face him as your hands interlocked properly. for a moment, you let out a soft breath. he reached for your veil, lifting it, his eyes searching your face fully for the first time that day.
you looked up at him. wide eyed, flushed, obedient. his own breath caught, a rarity for him.
his hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face up as if it were the most natural thing in the world, before pressing his lips to your own. the kiss was hardly gentle, and not soft at all - it was an open claim for everyone there to see clearly. the control, the deliberate harshness was a message that delivered clearly.
you were his. under his protection. his wife.
the room erupted.
applause and cheers - approval was chanted loudly as it echoed around the hall, everyone stood on their feet to display their loyalty to jungkook, and show respect to you as you were now an extension of him. you were no longer y/n y/ln. you were now a jeon.
you barely registered it, too busy revelling in the way his hand pulled up your own to his lips once he had pulled away, turning to face the crowd alongside you. he dipped his head, whispering something in your ear only for you to hear it.
âmy wife now.â
later, your reception boomed with noise, ranging from glasses clinking to loud cheers. a true mafia wedding; with some of the richest, powerful men in the entire world celebrating the wedding of the century. you sat beside jungkook, having taken your seat only a few seconds before whilst he leaned back, his gun openly on the table, eyes dark, lips parted as he looked around.
your hands were shuffled in your lap, as you watched with a glass filled with champagne that you left untouched. you were told it wasnât womanly to drink on your wedding, despite knowing it would ease the heaviness in your stomach, and so you stayed away. it was what you did best.
jungkookâs hand sat heavy on your thigh, claiming, whilst he openly watched everyone celebrate you both, though he remained quiet. not laughing, stoic even, and your heart banged. did he have regrets? he was the most powerfully man in the room and yet even he was bound by honour; you knew he couldnât divorce you so soon, but you really didnât have anywhere to go if he decided he didnât want you. maybe your dress wasnât to his liking, or the incident in your room a few days ago had painted a different picture in his head of you?
âdeep in thought on your wedding day.â he murmured quietly, suddenly leaning into your space, causing your doe eyes to widen further as you peered up at him. âs-sorry.â
he simply observed you, holding your gaze. âwhat are you thinking about?â
you nibbled on your lip immediately. you couldnât lie to him, but there was no way you could tell him all of your insecurities, on your wedding day no doubt. it would send a man like him running. âmy dress is tight.â you quietly lied, though it tasted poor on your tongue.
he leaned back slightly, jaw tightening as his eyes wandered over you. âdidnât take you for someone who lied, y/n.â
your gaze snapped back to him as you opened your mouth, and shut it immediately, feeling uncomfortable suddenly. he was displeased with you..you had already messed it up, and you were only an hour into your marriage.
little to your knowledge, jungkook could read you like an open book. you were pristine, polished to perfection, but he could see cracks. could see the way your fingers clutched your dress, mere millimetres away from his own hand, itching to be comforted, desperate for the gnawing anxiety to go away. he had an odd sort of attachment for you, something he had never seen coming and yet one sight of you in your bed had changed him for life.
heâd never ever let you fucking feel small again.
he noticed the gulp in your throat, and slowly lifted his hand from your thigh until they took a hold of one of your hands, squeezing it softly. âiâm playing with you, y/n.â he quietly murmured. âno one is watching us. you can relax.â
you met his eyes, and for a moment, you let him see. let him see the turmoil of emotion behind your eyes, the way you nibbled on your lip and the way your fingers shyly curled around his own as though it was both foreign and uncertain. were you allowed to? he was your husband after all.
âis this okay?â you whispered up at him so sweetly, voice so quiet he had to strain to hear you.
big, mafia boss jungkook sat there staring at you, heart beating so wildly in his chest it took everything in him not to pounce on you then and there.
âmore than okay.â he assured for a moment, causing you to give him a shy smile, still unsure, but almost hopeful. your fingers curled even further into his, interlocking and cupping his hand whilst your flushed cheeks only turned more red.
your smile had undone him, but he felt unsettled at the prospect of you having to ask, especially considering his fingers had been inside you so deeply a mere 72 hours ago. a fucked up part of him liked it, liked the fear and curiosity mixture you exuded, it made him harder than anything he could conjure up. you were the sweet lamb locked up in a cage with the big bad wolf.
around you, men were laughing too loudly, glasses clinking as some voices carried throughout the reception. you couldnât help but flinch, making eye contact with a few but hastily looking away, feeling uncomfortable as you immediately squeezed jungkookâs hands out of your mere subconscious.
he reacted immediately, eyes landing on the same man that dared to look at his wife, watching the way they recoiled, looking away immediately. he grabbed your chair suddenly, and dragged, making you yelp quietly as you grabbed onto him whilst you were manhandled closer to him. one arm slid over the back of your seat, and the other sat back in your hands, firmer this time.
âlet them look.â his voice was rough. as though the thought boiled his blood. âtheyâll do it anyway. but they wonât get a fucking taste of you.â
your eyes hooded at the implication of what he was saying, remembering the orgasm he had given you. how could you forget? you had spent the last 3 days trying to replicate it to no avail, spending hours with your own fingers inside you only to be left a sloppy mess.
your heart pounded. â..and you do?â
something flickered in his eyes with a slight twist at the end of his mouth. he met your gaze.
âiâve been watching you for a long time now, y/n.â his voice was too calm for the admission he had given you. âhad my eye on you, iâm a patient man when i need to be. need you to understand this very clearly when i tell you i chose you because youâre mine. you were supposed to be mine, and you are fucking mine.â his tone grew rougher with each word, his thumb drawing deceptive circles into your hand. âunderstand?â
your chest was heaving, eyes beaming up at him as your brain began to melt. to know someone wanted you this much, to the point of watching you, observing, stalking. it was so fucked up, even you could admit that, but it didnât lessen how badly you could feel the warmth in your body grow at the mere admission. you nodded along to his words, panting lightly as your body turned to him.
âyou want me?â your eyebrows were furrowed, words foreign in your mouth, as though it was something you had never dared to ask anyone in your life for you already knew the answer. in this case, you couldnât believe it.
he grabbed your hand firmer, grunting lightly. âyou belong to me.â he reiterated, taking your hand and lifting it to his lips, pressing sinful kisses to your knuckles.
hours passed as you sat there, and you both conversed lightly, though it was minimal as men came up to him, often talking business whilst you ate silently, watching people, avoiding the gaze of your parents who were quietly seething at the way you were taking sips of your drink and nibbling on food, everything they told you not to do. but you werenât theirs anymore, were you?
jungkook stayed seated the way he always did - spine straight, shoulders squared, presence immovable. his hand remained wrapped around yours, steady, grounding, as though heâd decided this was where it belonged and saw no reason to move it.
you were deep in thought, and the intrigue in his chest was beginning to muddle his brain. he was a man that prided himself on how composed he was and yet you were ruining him completely, in front of multiple men that would take the chance to take him down if they could. they couldnât, of course.
âwhatâs on your mind?â
your head tilted, blinking. âhm?â
his eyes flickered to yours, your faces much too close. his gaze was dark and unreadable. âitâs just us.â
just us, your brain chanted.
you hesitated, visibly. his gaze was direct, almost intrusive, and it had you opening your mouth before you could even think.
âyouâre a..bad man.â you whispered.
the words landed between you.
you had been watching him converse and interact for the past few hours and it was settling deep inside your stomach, scaring you, intriguing you, making you curious. it was everything youâd been forced to look away from, hearing it from the confinements of your room as your father bellowed downstairs. women werenât allowed to be privy to it in your life, and yet jungkook was here, newly married, sharing it with his bride.
jungkook didnât react the way you expected - didnât stiffen, bristle. he merely leaned back into his seat, still touching you.
he exhaled as he tilted his head at you. âyes. i am.â
your lashes fluttered. you hadnât expected him to agree so easily.
he turned further into you, your knees touching. âdoes that scare you?â
you shook your head before you could overthink it. a tiny, almost imperceptible movement but he caught it. always did.
âno..â you admitted softly
his gaze sharpened. not unkind, curious. amused even. âwhy not?â
your fingers tightened in his, betraying your feelings. âi donât know..â you whispered, looking down at your hands âi just..feel like-â your words were trailing, embarrassed suddenly by your own boldness.
âsay it.â he commanded.
you took a breath, still look in downwards. âfeel like..you wouldnât..be bad to me.â
something dark and satisfied flickered behind his eyes, his chest inflating slightly. he leaned in, voice dropping even lower. âdo you like that iâm fucked up?â
your breath caught, heat fluttering up to your cheeks so fast it made you dizzy. you didnât answer - couldnât bring yourself to. the way your fingers tightened into his grip said enough.
jungkook watched you for a long time before speaking.
âiâm not a good man. i kill, iâve got blood on my hands and iâm not going to stop. this is how this works, and you wonât get a say in that.â he watched the way you nodded, though he couldnât help but notice the way your fingers were tracing his palm, as though his words had a completely different effect than he anticipated. âbut iâll come to you every night. thatâs my promise to you, alright? i come home clean.â
âpromise?â you surprised yourself with your boldness, despite your shyness.
he nodded in response, grunting lightly at the way you seemed so flushed.
âpromise.â
â
your wedding had come to a close, and you were finally sat in the backseat of your private valeted car, alongside your now husband, hands touching. your heart was beating out of your chest, a new norm it seemed, as jungkookâs eyes ran up and down you like a man in heat.
a twisted part of your brain couldnât wait. you felt excited, anticipated what he would do to you, how heâd do it, as though you werenât about to be locked into a room with a big, bad, wolf - an apex predator known for little mercy. you were his wife, though, and one thing he had made clear in the little time you had spent in his presence was how much he enjoyed the concept.
and so, his hand sat on your thigh, cupping it through your heavy dress, veil still attached to your head as you shyly played with his fingers, the perfect vision of a coy bride. he had been hard all night, and frankly, for the past few days. seeing you today, a physical and external claim to the world that you belonged to him and him alone, god. it ruined him.
the car pulled up to a large home, larger than anything youâd ever seen and you too had come from wealth. you knew jungkook was in a different ballpark entirely, but the small gasp that left you as you looked out of the window pleased him greatly. he felt smug knowing he could lavish you.
âthis is where you live?â you asked him in a quiet, awed tone, facing him with large eyes.
he watched you instead of the view he had grown too accustomed to, taking in the way you were in shock at your surroundings. he liked the contained excitement emitting from you, he couldnât wait to see it further.
âfor now.â he merely replied.
your brows knitted. âfor now?â you repeated.
his thumb pressed into your thigh momentarily, slow and deliberate. âyouâll decide whether it feels like home.â
your heart kicked harder at his choice of words, a shy smile slowly forming on your face as you both shared eye contact for a second or two. for the first time in the short period youâd met him, the side of his mouth lifted slightly, matching you in your amusement.
soon, he was leading you inside, hand folded into your own as he lead you through room to room, pleasure gripping his chest at the sight of you so giddy, in awe of each and every thing that belonged to him.
jungkook was hardly someone who had experienced much outside of his work, and though he had an extravagant house, he had no time to spend in it. heâd come home to empty rooms, and eat dinner quietly after his housemaids had left, with only his security outside heard. it was lonely. silent. a curse well fitted to a man of his immoral standing.
but seeing you, still in your wedding dress, squealing over the size of the bath, or gasping loudly at the range of kitchen appliances he had truly never used a day in his life - it brought him a sense of intrigue, comfort. like you were the one thing that had been missing all along.
âiâve never been to a place like this before.â you admitted, still shy at the prospect of being so honest to him despite knowing you werenât supposed to be so open to him. your mother would be screaming if she knew.
âi know.â his gaze softened a little, feeling the way you were struggling to word it to him. âand..we really get to live here?â you asked once more, eyes too doe-like to be anything but innocent, causing him to internally hiss.
he was leading you upstairs as you spoke, dark eyes capturing you over his shoulder. âeverything here belongs to you. this is yours now.â
you wish you werenât so giddy, but the prospect of it all was just so exciting. despite your naivety, and the real fear that you truly didnât know your husband whatsoever - he could be a cruel husband to you and youâd have to endure it in the name of your community but..deep down, you knew that wouldnât be the case. he held you differently, touched you, looked at you.
âthis is our room.â he turned to you as he opened the double set of doors to reveal your new living space.
you followed a step behind him, the sound of your high heels almost too loud on the delicate floor, and you could feel his eyes watching over ever inch of you. it exhilarated you. made you feel things you knew you werenât supposed to.
your new bedroom was anything but warm. black sheets, dark walls - everything was cleaned to perfection. the bedding had been steamed, prepared delicately for the both of you, whilst the room itself had been stripped of anything to give it any sense of personality. it was a wild juxtaposition to your room, where you had creams, pinks, trinkets and books.
the only thing that had you letting out a soft gasp, was the sight of your sweet bunny, sat perfectly against one of the pillows.
you immediately began walking over to it, almost excited to see a taste of the only home youâd ever known well within reach, just as he closed the doors behind him. a sense of finality. for the first time, it was just you and jungkook and that was a scary thought - being in a room with a bad man who had no qualms for human life was a terrifying thought, but to be wanted so primarily by him? that was electrifying.
he loosened his tie as he watched you sit cutely on the side of the bed, holding the plush you. he tugged it free and pulled it off, before moving to his cuff links. every movement was deliberate, intentional, and by the time you were looking up at him, he too looked down at you with a hooded expression.
âcome here.â he commanded.
you did exactly that, without even thinking, only to be turned around. your back was gently brushing against his chest as he breathed in your scent, watching the way your chest rose and fell, as though he was about to break you in half. it was his very intention.
rough hands grabbed your veil, lifting it out of your hair, before grabbing the ribbon of your corset in the back. he was a patient man for most things, but for you? he grabbed the pocket knife he kept in the console table beside him, cutting through each strand with a harshness that had you bristling, your dress becoming loose almost immediately.
he watched as it began to slide off of your body, leaving you in no more than the pretty white set you adorned solely for him. you were nibbling on your lip, still extremely nervous though the wet patch growing in between your legs, soiling your panties, was a big enough indicator of what you really wanted.
he turned you around once more, openly checking you out. from the way your tits had been pushed up by your bra, or the tiny panties he knew heâd keep for himself the second you took them off. he already had plans of taking them with him to work so he could fuck his fist to the memory of tonight, and it was doing nothing to calm the raging boner that was poking against his slacks.
âi donât plan on being gentle with you.â he said.
your eyes flick to his, watching the way he took your own hands and lifted them so they were touching his chest, giving you agency to touch him, wanting you to feel comfortable in doing so.
his own hands slid over to your waist, pulling you in impossibly closer, so you were looking up at him with a bent head whilst he bent down to look at you, both equally as intrigued. a dangerous mix.
âi canât give you softness. if thatâs what you want, you need to tell me now.â his voice was quiet.
your throat tightened, fingers digging into his chest just to feel his skin. âthatâs okay.â
he stilled.
silence. then - a breath, as though he was recalibrating, figuring you out.
âyeah?â his murmurs were soft. âyou sure about that?â
you nodded, shy, small. certain. âI donât think iâd like you gentle.â
to that, jungkookâs lips lifted slightly, in a tense snarl as suddenly, he pushed you back until you were dropping onto your bed, a small noise of surprise leaving you. your body bounced, whilst he climbed on top of you, pinning your hands above his head and grunting.
before you could even respond, his lips met yours, drowning out any noises or surprise whilst he pressed his body against yours so you could feel the hardness of his body. your fingers curled against his one hand, his strength barely on display and yet it had you whimpering at the feel of him so easily dominating you without even trying. the sight had your thighs visibly pressing together.
the kiss was harsh. mean, even, and it resembled that of the one in your bedroom only a few nights ago. he had made you cum without even introducing himself to you, letting your first impression of him being cruel fingers inside of you, curling and making sure your poor pussy would remember every inch as though it was the mere beginning for what was to come. now feeling his hard boner against his slacks, you knew that sentiment to be true.
his tongue was exploring your mouth, and despite being inexperienced, you were trying your hardest to keep up. you felt good, so much better than what you anticipated and he had barely started. everyone around you had been telling you how cruel the wedding night was - always the man fucking his new bride with no care to her pleasure, and yet here jungkook was, equally as cruel and yet basking in the pretty moans you were letting out.
once he pulled away, a string of saliva separated the two of you, the sight making you shudder as you looked up at him. he was on top of you, removing his suit jacket, unbuttoning his shirt whilst you watched, shivering from anticipation.
scars littered all over his chest, arms and shoulders. some deep, others faint, as though time had healed them into obscurity whilst thick tattoos also covered the majority of his right arm. youâd seen glimpses of them on his hand but you had no idea how high they went, spanning across half of his chest and shoulder. he watched you gulp, fingers faintly going over a particular scar on his stomach with furrowed eyebrows.
despite being deeply immoral, mobs had a clear code of conduct. that meant the women and children of these crime families werenât used as pawns, nor were they made privy to the heinous things their husbands, brothers and sons would do in the name of work. you had been oblivious to the true nature of it all of your life, despite getting abused openly by your parents. the sight of jungkook in front of you scared you more than anything else youâd been subject to - the scars you were openly looking at were no doubt a result of punishments, or being caught.
you knew he was powerful, the only name that mattered, and yet seeing it had your eyes widening.
he was now all yours.
one hand shot down to grab your bra, removing it off of you in expert skill as though he had practised this very motion in his mind over and over, leaving you half exposed.
soon, your positions had changed, with him sat, back to the frame of the bed with you laid in his arms, panties slid to the side, and his fingers pumping deep inside of you. this was a mirror to what you had experienced when he had forced himself into your presence in the safety of your room, forever tainting the last bit of innocence you had left.
âdid you do what i asked you to do?â he hissed down at you, as he fucked you with his two fingers, watching the way your pussy sucked them in hungrily, despite them feeling too much for you in that moment.
his other hand was around your neck, tightening just slightly, whilst two of his fingers pushed into your mouth, forcing you to suck, rendering you utterly helpless.
you nodded, through a small whine and sniffle, thighs shaking as he grunted in approval. âyeah..â you sucked harder, the feel of him heavy on your tongue whilst taking your breath away almost too much for you to handle.
the thought of you in your bed, fingering yourself with your too small hands, moaning quietly in hopes of not being caught simply because your soon to be husband had asked you to was fuel for him to pump harder. knowing you were constantly wet and thinking of him, pushing your fingers in even when it felt like too much - fuck. you would be the death of him.
âsuch a good girl, arenât you? did it feel good?â he was grunting against you, now only in his boxers that were straining harshly against his cock, but he paid it no mind. he wanted to ruin you first.
you nodded, shy, ashamed. it went against everything youâd ever been taught.
âb-but..didnât..couldnât cum..â you managed to choke out, big teary eyes staring up at him, whilst he abused your poor virgin pussy, desperate to be stretched even further. âfuck, needed me didnât you?â your admission had his eyes closing, a rare sight of jungkook being made undone. âyou liked being fingered by me, y/n?â
you nodded, lip beginning to quiver at his choice of words. so dirty. so fucked.
âfilthy fucking girl.â he hissed once more, though he was pleased beyond words. âyou were made to be ruined, werenât you? cumming like that on my fingers. iâm a stranger to you, never even met me and youâre here leaking on me, begging me to break you.â
your chest heaved, as you felt your orgasm impending. you could feel it growing, and it felt like an ache you had tried to get rid of for days, finally ready to disappear. you sucked on his fingers whilst his others tightened around your neck further, practically cutting off your breathing bar a few puffs, watching the way your back arched deeper into him. you looked so sweet, so gentle. he fucking loved it.
it was when he dipped his head down, nose brushing against yours as though you werenât a slobbery mess, both inbetween your legs and around his fingers, eyes dark. âyou wanna be my good girl? want me to be pleased with you, baby?â
you nodded quickly, yearning for his approval, desperate for it. youâd do anything to have it, and he knew it - had his cock ready to burst.
his fingers quickened, before he released his fingers from your mouth, instead properly tightening around your neck. âthen cum for me.â
and so you did.
your vision went white as you struggled to breathe, your orgasm exploding inside of your body, back arching off of the bed. his fingers didnât slow down, keeping up the brutal pace whilst your body shook, unable to take a breath, forcing your lungs to work overtime to compute the rippling orgasm taking away your air.
he pulled away from your neck, watching you collapse back into his chest with broken breaths, desperate whines filling the room once his fingers left your pussy, only for him to suck on them immediately, groaning quietly over how good you tasted.
your eyes were closed, as he manhandled you, pushing you further up the bed. he stood, taking off his boxers, and the slap of his hard cock hitting your stomach was what echoed alongside your pants, causing you to look up immediately.
the first thing you did was whine at the mere sight. thick, long and fat. his tip looked angry, a deep shade of pink, with dribbling precum smearing all over his shaft as jungkook pumped it over you, causing your eyes to flutter. you struggled taking your own fingers, but knowing you were about to be practically impaled by him had you almost scrambling away.
âcome here.â his voice was rough as you shakily turned to him, legs already jelly as you sat on them.
he dropped his cock onto your face, slapping your cheeks, your lips, nose. the juxtaposition of your sweet, innocent face whilst he smeared his precum all over your lips was delicious, and he wanted to forever remember you like this - his pretty whore. his wife.
the weight of his cock had your brain fizzling out, unable to compute anything in that moment other than the feel of him.
âwant you like this every day.â he whispered suddenly, pulling your hair closer to his cock, making you open your mouth in surprise. he took that as his chance to insert the tip, letting it sit heavy in your mouth. âon your knees, mouth open. letting me use you. youâll be good for me, wonât you?â
âmhm.â you hummed immediately, the thought causing another wave of wetness to appear between your legs. âwanâthat.â
he hummed back, pleased with your answer. he wanted to fuck your throat, make you memorise the exact length of him down until you couldnât breathe, until you were tapping his legs in desperation, crying all sloppy and wet. heâd save it for another time, almost hopeful that youâd misbehave soon so heâd get a chance to ruin you further. for now? he had every intention of fucking you.
âass in the air.â he grunted down at you, before pressing a kiss to your lips, grounding you. âlet me see your pussy.â
and so you did exactly what your husband asked of you. you sniffled a little, almost in anticipation as you leaned down, arching your back so your face was gently pressed against his pillow, revealing your already puffy core. it was begging for him, desperate to be touched, ruined, broken - whatever he had planned for you, anything heâd give you.
jungkook let out an uncharacteristic groan at the sight, huffing a little at the sight of you so ruined, before he positioned himself nicely. he rubbed his tip over your slick folds, watching the way you shuddered at the size of him, nervously nibbling on your lip.
he leaned over you then, causing you to still in confusion, only for him to shove something in your hands.
your pink bunny.
âhold it.â he wasnât asking you, but rather making you.
he wanted you holding on to your last bit of innocence as he fucked it out of you. a cruel, cruel man indeed.
you grabbed it, just like he asked, nuzzling your face into it for comfort as he lined himself up to your hole, and began pushing in.
your eyes closed, loud gasps leaving you at the feel of being stretched. one inch, two inch, three, four. it felt like it was going on forever until he had his entire cock inside of you, causing you to shake, whimper, and scratch at the sheets. he was too big, way too big for you to handle and yet here you were, stretched impossibly around a cock that had bullied its way in regardless.
he grunted loudly as he dropped down, his chest now against your back, cupping your body. your face was pressed against your sweet bunny, tears beginning to leak from your eyes whilst he remained still, forcing you to adjust whilst also catching your gaze from above.
âfeel that?â he whispered, shaking himself. âgonna make sure you feel like this everyday. such a tight, perfect pussy.â
it felt like a threat, one that had your legs shaking, making them completely give out as you dropped down onto the bed, causing him to thrust inside you.
you let out a loud whimper, his eyes rolling back at the sound before thrusting again. and again. and again. you were being fucked so meanly, whilst he whispered utter filth into your ear, kissing your cheeks, your head, your back - he bit against your shoulder whilst his deep thrusts hit the most intimate parts of you.
the pain remained, but the pleasure was growing immensely with each and every thrust. it was cruel how good it felt, how fucked up your brain was beginning to feel at the thought of such an evil man being the one to take your virginity, and before you could even comprehend what your body was doing, you were matching his thrusts. you knew he was holding back, you just didnât want him to.
âfaster.â you begged him with watery eyes and a soft sniffle, cheek curling into your bunny so sweetly he wanted to marry you all over again.
he let out a moan at your words, giving you exactly what you wanted.
his thrusts felt like a punishment in itself, one that had you moaning out his name, over and over and over. the sound of skin hitting skin was loud, his arms caging you in tight, making you take each thrust much to your secret delight.
âsâgood.â you slurred into your teddy, eyes shutting tight. âwant it..â
âyeah?â he was biting hard on your neck, leaving purple marks anywhere he could reach. âsuch a perfect girl. taking my cock like you were born for it, huh? you like your pussy being broken in?â
âlike it so much.â you tearily moaned back, salty beads beginning to leak down your face quicker than youâd anticipated, pleasure beginning to overcome any pain you had initially felt. âwant it all the time.â
to that, he closed his eyes, breathing in the strawberry scent emitting from your hair, grunting loudly. âiâll give you the fucking world, baby. anything you want, you hear me? swear, iâll make you feel so good, never let you wake up without a pussy full of cum.â
your legs were shaking, orgasm already impending and he could feel it, could feel the way your pussy was tightening and clenching. he halted his thrusts, resulting in a loud, bratty whine from you as he pulled out, making him spank your ass hard.
he twisted you around, your teddy still in your arms before he pushed back in, so you were facing him in missionary. his head dropped to yours whilst your ass still stung, your arms wrapping around his neck almost immediately, craving him closer and closer and closer. you wanted him deport, wanted to feel him inside your very blood stream, overcome with a feeling of want.
âdreamt about you. used to go to bed at night hard thinking about all the ways i could make you cum.â he was growling in your ear. âknew i had to have you. didnât fucking care if you didnât want me back, youâre mine anyway, you understand me? youâre mine, y/n, and iâll put a bullet in anyoneâs head who thinks otherwise.â
your teary eyes looked up at him as you let out a small sob, his thrusts growing harder, faster, deeper. âpromise?â you cried up at him, the feeling of being wanted running so deeply through your veins, healing the single part of you that made you cry each night.
it was all youâd ever wanted. you just wanted someone to look at you, choose you and be happy. you were deprived of it for so long, not knowing what it felt like to be the cause of someoneâs need or want, only to have your husband hovering over you, cock deep inside your fucking stomach as he professed his primitive need for you.
âpromise, sweet girl.â he assured, capturing your wobbly lips in another brief kiss before pressing his head to yours, looking down at your teddy. âgood girl. keep holding your bunny, baby.â
his girl was such a good listener, as you nodded through your sobs, nuzzling your face so sweetly into it as though you werenât being pounded into, your virginity stolen away by a man that had no intention of being gentle with you during your first time.
you could feel the familiar feeling in your stomach, causing your legs to wrap around jungkookâs waist, feet digging into his back, almost begging him to be harsher with you. you were just as fucked up as he was, begging for the pain since it made the pleasure so much better.
âyou wanna cum, baby?â he condescendingly asked, voice mocking you as you nodded up at him anyway, letting out a loud sob. âyeah? want me to fill up your pussy too? make it nice and milky?â
âplease please please..â you chanted, tits bouncing with each thrust much to his enjoyment.
before either of you could think, your second orgasm rushed through you harsher than your first, rendering you utterly speechless. whilst your vision had gone white with the first, this time, it had gone black - causing you to drop into an overwhelming sense of unconsciousness for a few seconds as it ripped through you entirely.
jungkook watched, the sight hotter than anything heâd ever seen before, causing his own balls to tighten, his orgasm impacting him immediately too.
âfuck, fuck, fuck..take it.â he was growling at you, pumping through his orgasm as he released his cum inside of you, fucking you both through your highs.
you felt even fuller than before, cum leaking out from either side of his cock as he plugged it all inside of you, causing you to shake desperately in his arms, whilst you cried still, much to his enjoyment.
by the time you were both coming down from your highs, your face was a blotchy mess, makeup completely ruined whilst his back, chest and shoulders were littered with new red marks that stung with each movement. he loved it. he slowly pulled out of you, watching the way his cum leaked out of you almost immediately, the sight intoxicating.
his fingers pushed it back in with haste, lifting your legs slightly to make sure it wouldnât leak again, and the action had you whimpering. he wanted the cum to stick. wanted to get you round and plump, pregnant with his baby so he could keep you forever.
he knew he was a relatively cruel guy, but he sincerely had plans to be good to you. he pulled you into his arms immediately, holding you sweetly whilst kissing over your wet cheeks, pressing kisses to your lips, nuzzling your nose, stroking your hair. he whispered sweet nothings, telling you how proud he was, how good you were for him, each phrase causing you to whimper louder than the next.
his sweet wife. god, you were everything and more and you had no idea. heâd make sure you were to never see your family again, even if that meant wiping them out for what they had done to you - he had to work on removing the conditioning they had done to your brain, make sure you were happy. that you were safe, as free as you could be with a guy like him.
one look up at him, with your teary eyes and sniffling nose, as though he had the answers to each and every single thing in the world had him completely undone.
heâd give you everything and more.
â
the house felt too quiet. too still.
two months of marriage and the rhythm of life with him had settled into something closest to perfection. you were experiencing joy, happiness, love - to be loved and to provide it in ways you simply didnât think you could ever see for yourself.
he came home each night at exactly 9pm, his strict punctuality something you had grown accustomed to. heâd leave a bouquet of flowers for you on the table, fresh and fragrant whilst heâd pick you up and kiss you senseless, feeling you melt in his arms. youâd eat together whilst you sat on his lap, chattering away about your sweet day that mainly consisted of tending to your garden and shopping with your security guards, always so excited to tell him about the new things you had bought him with his card.
you didnât cook, didnât clean - things youâd been trained in by your parents, a misogynistic reminder that you were worth nothing more than what you could offer your future husband and yet jungkook absolutely forbade it. he refused to have you spend your days doing something your house help could do instead.
instead, he had you spending your days in silk and satins, wandering large rooms that belonged to you now, sprawled on couches that were too big and decorating the luxurious house so it would feel like a home. every indulgence was a gift from him, a testament of his care for you, and though he was one who often kept his emotions to himself, even when they pertained to you, you could feel it deeper than any word he could express.
jungkook loved you.
it was in the way he moved, the way heâd catch you by the waist every time you walked past him, or the way heâd thrust into you to make you cum each morning. he had claimed you in body, soul and mind and you were happier than youâd ever been.
tonight was different.
the house felt silent. the clock had hit 3am no longer than 5 minutes ago, the glow from the tv being the only thing to illuminate your living room, whilst you anxiously bit down on your lip, chest beating and head swirling. you werenât much of a drinker, but you had finished a glass of wine to calm your nerves only for them to heighten further once the clock ticked further.
he was late.
your stomach twisted again.
you knew that his line of work made him a target, all of the men in the profession were, but he was different. he was jeon jungkook, the most dangerous, the head apex - it terrified you to think he could potentially be somewhere bleeding out, shot, alone. you couldnât bear the thought, a new wave of tears washing over you as you hid your mouth with your shaking hand.
you couldnât get it out of your brain.
flashes of him in a pool of his own blood, gunshot wounds to the chest - your father had once detailed to some of his friends about a kill he had achieved in gruesome detail, unaware that you were just outside the room listening in. it had haunted you for months, and even now, years later, it sprang to life knowing what kind of cruelty existed in this world.
your padding feet had gone out to your personal security team, sweet men called seokjin and taehyung, desperate to know whether theyâd heard anything, but they were just as clueless as you. they werenât allowed to leave their posts until he arrived, and they had grown to care for you - you were so sweet, they liked protecting you.
it was taehyung who told you that they were on lockdown, that all of their phones had been asked to be turned off, that something was wrong and in case of trackers, they needed to be alert and safe. that made you cry into your hands as you retreated to your living room, holding a pillow to your chest.
that had been an hour and a half ago, your eyes shutting tightly at every wave of fear that rushed through you.
and then, suddenly..the sound of the lock.
your heart jumped into your throat.
the door burst open, hitting the wall with a loud thud that violently cracked the silence in the air, a heavy tension following through as jungkook walked into the room.
he didnât enter like a husband coming home to comfort. he came in like a predator ripping back into his territory, wild eyes scanning, shoulders tense and body coiled like he was seconds away from snapping. his suit jacket was crooked and his once, pristine shirt that you had only bought him a mere week ago, showed large spots of darkness making your stomach drop.
blood. not a smear, not a little. enough. enough to know the night was violent.
the sight of him, his scent, the blood, iron, sweat - the danger. it all hit you at once.
your legs moved before your brain could compute what you were seeing, a loud and harsh sob raking through your body as you all but launched yourself into his arms, fingers digging deep around him, clutching him to your own smaller body.
the second he felt you, everything stopped.
his head jerked up, eyes dark and black, scanning, searching, computing what was happening in front of him as though you were a mere figment of his imagination and not a real person. the warmth on his body so sudden and confusing before he looked down and realised what was occurring.
he froze for a moment.
âwhy are you up?â his voice was low, dangerous, shaking through the room.
you couldnât answer, your cries stealing your breath away as you clutched him tightly, your hands on his chest smearing with the blood that had soaked through his shirt, one that did not belong to him.
his eyes swept over you. you were trembling from evident fear, causing him to search your body, his hands rough as they grabbed you by your shoulders, pulling you away just so he could examine you, despite the shake in his own body.
you managed to control your sobs, though the hiccups and desperate gasps for air were still charging through you. ân-no..â he let out a sigh of relief. âi-i didnât..didnât know where you..you were and..i thought..â
he cut you off immediately.
âshit went sideways.â he grunted, visibly still reeling from his anger. âshipment fuck up. some guy tried to double cross me, wrong city, wrong people. i handled it myself.â
her stomach dropped as she finally took in his appearance. the blood smeared all over him, and as a result, now her too.
âyourself?â
âthis is our world. what did you expect?â his eyes narrowed, unable to think, comprehend. he could see you crying, but he couldnât compute it, not after the night heâd had. âdonât look at me like that.â
your lip trembled still. âi thought you were dead..â
that snapped him out of it.
he grabbed you then, properly, both bloody hands cupping your face, harshly making sure you could meet his eyes with your own. âdonât ever say that.â he was growling, chest heaving. âdonât put that fucking shit in your head, y/n.â
you nodded through your sobs, clutching him tightly still. âi couldnât stop it, you didnât come home on time and it got so late, and no one knew what was happening. i thought someone got you..â your chest was heaving.
his thumbs were swiping your tears like he was mad at them personally, shushing you quietly.
âitâs not that easy. canât get rid of me like that, baby, iâd never fucking leave you. you hear me?â
you nodded again, before he held you tight to his body, rocking you gently, breathing in your scent, his previous anger he couldnât control now turning inwards, plaguing him from the inside. he couldnât believe it.
heâd had one of the worst nights of his life, so many men had died over a single betrayal, and he rarely got his own hands dirty anymore - but seeing you? crying, chest heaving, shaking, desperate and afraid? that was the worst of all. his anger had blinded him so deeply that he hadnât even recognised it at first, brain still whizzing from the adrenaline of before until he realised what was in front of him.
his precious little wife, crying for him.
âlisten to me.â he pressed his forehead against yours once he lifted you up into the air, your legs wrapping around his waist. âi lost track of time. i fucked up, y/n. thatâs on me, okay? but iâm here, and you need to remember that i come home. i always come home.â
your fingers were pulling at the back of his head, tangling in the strands of hair you loved to play with so much as you absorbed his words, your sobs slowly but surely calming down.
âi-i donât..care what you do.â you confessed, sniffling through your hiccups. âbut you promise youâll come back?â
âi promise, baby. cross my heart, swear to you.â he assured immediately. âmy pretty wife, look at you. fuck, no more crying, câmon. iâm here.â
in the quiet aftermath of your sobs, he still stayed there. holding you up in his arms as you calmed down, holding him as though he was the most precious thing in the world - to you, he was. the blood had began to dry on him, fury still deep in his veins whilst he cherished the feel of your body like a mad man returning from war, you were so fragile. his one and only possession.
he didnât put you down straight away.
his grip shifts, fingers digging deep into the hold of your ass as he made sure to ground himself. not gentle, but firm. careful. like he needed to feel you were safe, and real, and in his arms.
âfuck, y/n. you scared me.â he admitted, a tinge of vulnerability he had never shown you before tweaked in his voice.
âi scared you?â you pulled back, nose pink, eyelashes wet, heart wrecked.
his jaw tightened just looking at you, his heart clenching. fuck. you were such a liability, his one weakness and your place in his heart was growing day by day. he needed to amp up your security.
âyouâre shaking.â a flat observation, but you knew his objective. he wasnât talking to you, but to himself, and so, you rested your head on his shoulder, letting him hold you for as long as he needed in that moment, whilst you held him just as tightly.
he began walking down the hallway, to your bedroomâs bathroom, still clinging to you like a little baby as he turned on the shower. navigating the hallways of the home you now shared felt so much bigger, heavier even, given the situation - it was only a home when he was here with you.
he placed you on the counter as he began to undress you first, stripping you from your flimsy pyjama top and bottoms, revealing the bitten skin he had ravished just that morning. your breasts dropped from your tank, sweet pussy on display as he observed you. he began to undress too, desperate to rid himself of today.
âlook at me.â he says.
you listened.
he studied your face as he unbuttoned his shirt, checking for any hidden cracks, for damage. for something that couldnât be undone.
âdid anyone come near you tonight?â he asked again, slower this time. controlled.
âno.â
âdid anyone call you?â
âno.â
âtouch you?â
âno..â
âyou stayed inside?â his eyes were dark.
âyes.â
âgood.â
he was shirtless now, ridding himself of his slacks, leaving him just as naked as you, cock half hard as it sprung to attention, charged immediately at your mere presence. the blood from earlier had stained into his skin, his chest and abs painted a deep red, hands still splattered.
the sight struck your heart, and you fought back a whimper as he once more grabbed you, taking you into the shower with him.
his hands began to move, once you were placed on your feet. over your waist, your stomach, your arms, your breasts, your back, your pussy, your ass. the water stained red as it washed everything away, whilst he explored you like he tended to do, though this was an amalgam of the events that had just transpired.
he was possessive in every single thing he did, forcing himself into your chest, making sure you could feel his presence deep inside your body even without him being there. he wanted you just as fucked up as he was, just as desperate, just as secretly ruined. he had no idea you already were.
his now clean hand dipped inbetween your legs, spreading them immediately as his fingers found home against your clit. you let out a soft sigh, easing against his arm in comfort as you felt the tension leave you in waves of pleasure.
âyou donât wait up like that,â he said, almost harshly, as he rubbed slow, soft circles into you. âyou donât sit here thinking yourself sick.â
âi couldnât sleep.â your rebuttal came immediately, causing him to slap your ass in a mean spank, making you mewl, leaning into his other arm, feeling the way he kept you up with his rubbing fingers.
âi donât care.â he leaned in, pushing you till your back was against the wall. âyou sleep. you trust that iâll walk through that door.â
your fingers curled over his bicep.
âi needed to know you were okay.â your admission came through closed eyes, as pleasure waves through you.
even in moments like this, jungkook couldnât keep his hands to himself, the prospect of making you cum simply too high. considering he could still taste his earlier anger, he needed this. needed to have you break and mewl for him.
âi will be.â he nudged your nose, prompting you to look at him through hooded eyes. âiâll always come back to you.â
the rest of the shower was spent with him teasing you, fingering your poor core until you came, despite still feeling stretched from your early morning session. the feeling of him so intimately against you was everything you needed in that moment, and both of you knew it - it was his way of telling you exactly how he felt.
and later, when you were on his chest, deep in the early morning, neither of you able to sleep as his cock sat hard inside of you, you both embraced. you kissed like you had both been promised to one another - you, the one constant in his life, untouched by the nightmare that was his reality, the brutality of his workforce and him, the protector you had longed for for years.
he pressed his hand against your stomach, feeling him inside of you before bringing you impossibly closer, nose brushing against your own.
âi love you, sweet girl.â
it was then you could finally breathe again.
â
my mafia jk is here, and isnât he so filthy đ˘ i love a dirty, cruel man and he truly is in all of the best ways. okay brb as i go change my panties
if you liked this and wanna show some love, hereâs my kofi, love u guys bad <33
Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, smut, masturbation, Dino and Chan used interchangeably, porn with no to little plot, multiple positions, tired but horny!Dino, multiple orgasms, praise kink (if you squint), unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), oral sex (f receiving), morning sex, lowkey desperate Dino.
A/N: EHEHEHEHEHEH I loved writing this so much, anon. I hope you like it!! As always, I don't depict the idols like this in real life, this is all fiction!
Word count: 2.6k
Dividers from @chrisssiren
Title from Darl+ing by Seventeen
Dino was aching to get home to you for hours, tired of the flashing cameras at the airport; his thoughts were filled with you, your scent, and his bed. He had brought you a couple of souvenirs from the tour, hoping you were still awake at this late hour to see and greet him, but at the same time, he wanted to surprise you with his arrival.
By the time Dino got to your shared apartment, he was a bit out of it, trying his best to keep his eyes open. He called out for you, but there was no response; his brows furrowed slightly. Were you not home?
You wouldâve told him if you had gone out, but your last message was when he was at the airport at 9 pm. Surely, you were already asleep.
He took off his shoes and placed them on the rack by the door. When he was about to go to the kitchen to grab some water, he heard shuffling from the bedroom. He was curious if you had stirred from your slumber, even though heâd been quiet when entering, but didnât pry, not wanting to bother you. Dino walked to the fridge and opened it when he heard it.
A moan.Â
It was an unmistakable sound. He paused, trying to rub the sleep off his eyes, just to make sure he wasnât hallucinatingâanother whimper.
It was quiet through the door, but the familiar sound sent an immediate response throughout his body. His brain, which was once fogged with sleep, was now fully awake, the memory of you whimpering underneath him countless times before clouding his brain.
Gently, he opened the door, unsure of what to expect, but the sight brought all the blood to his crotch and dizzied him. Your face was buried in the pillows, completely unaware of his presence. You fingered yourself, your ass in the air as your hole squelched and slick coated your fingers.
Dino itched to touch you, but he was stuck in place, entranced by the view in front of him. He swallowed thickly before snapping out of his daze and moving behind you. He could hear your whimpers better now, even when muffledâyou were mewling and crying out for him.
He reached out, tapping your ass cheek gently at first to not spook you. âHeyâŚâ Your boyfriend cooed, his tone as soft as ever. Your head turned to see him standing there, his hands hovering over the globes of your ass. Through lust-filled eyes, you could see how much your compromising position was truly affecting him, his erection evident through his pants.
âChâChanââ you choked out, your fingers continued pumping inside you, a broken, desperate moan leaving your lips.
âWhat, baby? Tell me what you need, Iâll help,â he murmured, touching your soft skin and squeezing. Dino bit his lip to prevent a groan from escaping, having missed you and your body.
The two of you called all the time during the tour, but that could only go so far, along with sexting and phone sex. He missed touching you, burying his face in your cunt and devouring you like you were the best meal heâs ever had. Most of all, Chan missed the sound of your whines against his ear. Hearing them on the phone wasnât as satisfying as it was when he was buried deep inside you, making you feel good.
âNeâneed you, Channieâ I need you insideââ You hiccuped, craving anything he could give you as long as it was him doing it. Dino, being the good boyfriend he was, obliged, kneeling to be face to face with your pussy. He tugged you closer to the edge of the bed, his face inches away from your glistening slit as a grunt left his throat.
âHow long have you been playing with yourself, pretty? Youâre soakedâŚâÂ
He mumbled, flattening his tongue against your slit as his hands gripped onto the back of your thighs to prevent you from squirming away. Dino moaned at the taste of your heat, shivering from how good it felt to have your juices on his tongue again.Â
âSâbeen too long⌠gonna ravage this pretty pussy with my mouth first.â He muttered against your heat, his wet muscle dipped into your hole, filling you up before going back to suckling on your clit. You trembled like a leaf for him, moaning into your pillows as your back arched from his hot mouth on you.
âMnfâhngh.. Taste so good, baby.â Dino moaned against your folds, making out messily with your puffy lips, making a wet mess between your legs. The sounds his mouth and your sex made were downright sinful, filling the room with desperate whines. Your legs and toes twitched as you felt a familiar heat coiling in your stomach, the sensation of licking and sucking getting you closer to the edge.
âMâclose, Chan-ahâ so closeââ you pushed your hips back against his face. A hum left your boyfriendâs lips, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver down your spine as he worked his tongue on your clit faster, focusing his mouth on your bundle of nerves.Â
Not being able to hold it in any longer, you came on Dinoâs mouth, legs giving out, but he held you up as he slurped up your release, drawing out your orgasm just a bit longer.
Once he was satisfied, he pulled away from your sloppy folds, watching you quiver from the aftershocks of your high. Dino pushed your thighs apart, his eyes set on your drippy hole, clenching around nothing. He got up from the floor, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans before positioning himself behind you, not letting you recover.
âNeed to be inside you, baby⌠Iâll be so good for you, I promise, Iâll be so good.â
Chan slid his shaft between your pussy lips, coating his cock with your slick, easily getting himself slippery from how wet you were. He hissed as he pushed his fat tip in, your cunt trying to suck him in eagerly.
âChan, pleaseâ donât teaseâah!â You yelped when he suddenly thrust his hips forward, your hand stopping you from hitting your head against the headboard as he apologised.
âShit, shitâfuck, Iâm sorry, your pussy just feels so good, babyâ y-youâre so tight, and wet, and hotââ
He babbled, as he couldnât be able to hold himself from pounding into your tight hole. You keened out a whine, bunching up the sheets in one hand while your other held onto the headboard. His hips were lazy, but his strokes were deep and hard, each kiss of his tip on your cervix making you scream.
It was overwhelming, and you couldn't get enough. A pleading whine left your lips when Dino suddenly pulled out, looking back at him with teary eyes.
âI gotta see your face, baby, shitâgive me a secondâŚâ he muttered as he flipped you around, so that you were now lying on your back, his body slotting between your legs. Cradling your face with one hand, he wiped away a stray tear and pushed himself back into your squelching cunt.
Dino pressed soft kisses along your jaw and neck, playing with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearingâhis t-shirt, you probably missed him after being apart for so longâbefore pushing it up to reveal your breasts, your nipples pebbling under the cold air.
He continued with his slow thrusts, while playing with your tits, kissing down between the valley of your chest. He latched his mouth on your left nipple while rolling the other nub between his middle and forefinger.Â
The mix of sensations sent a pleasant jolt down your spine, a gasped whimper coming out of your throat. âChanââ
âMmm?â He hummed, pulling away from your breasts, looking at you with soft, sleepy eyes. âWhat is it, pretty? You want me to go faster?â
Chan knew exactly what you needed as your walls tightened around him at the mention of going faster.Â
He leaned his forehead against your shoulder before pulling his cock back until his tip was the only thing inside you, before pushing back in with the force that punched the air out of your lungs. Dino kept his thrusts deep but fast enough to satisfy that burning itch inside you that had been building up for weeks now.
You didn't even care about how lewd your pussy sounded while getting pounded by your boyfriend; The only thing you could think about was how good his cock was inside you, and how his pelvis rubbed against your pudgy nub just right.
Chan could feel the way your cunt spasmed around him, signalling him that you were close. He moved his free hand from your breast to easily find your clit, rubbing with just enough pressure as he matched it with the strokes of his cock driving inside you.
The pressure on your sensitive bud was the thing that made the band snap in your stomach, not being able to hold yourself back and come around his cock.Â
Dino clenched his jaw, trying not to come just yet as your velvet walls spasmed around him, wanting to at least give you one more orgasm before filling your pretty cunt up with his cum.Â
He looked down to where he was stretching you out, your pussy squelching with each stroke of his dick, a milky ring forming around the base as he closed his eyes shut and thought of something that would stop him from busting a nut right then and there.
He panted softly when you stopped twitching, his shaft still inside you, his hips stilling for a moment to give you some time to recover. âOne more, baby, just one more time⌠Okay?â
Chan pleadedâbeggedâwith you, and all you could do was nod and dig your nails into his biceps. He thanked you, murmuring soft, sweet nothings into your skin before grabbing both of your legs, hooking them over his shoulders and pistoning his cock deeper into your tight walls.
âAhâAh, Chan, fuckââ You keened out, gasping as his hips rocked hard against yours. You were pinned down as you let Dino use your wet, slippery hole as he pleased.Â
His movements were starting to get sloppier, thrusts shallower as his breath hitched and cock twitched inside you, feeling his abs clench. âGonna cumâ Iâm gonna cum-!â
Dino moaned, voice shaky as he stilled deep inside you, shooting out hot, thick spurts of pearly white cum, filling you up as you came soon after, intensifying his orgasm as you milked him for all that he was worth.
The two of you panted, trying to recover from your intense orgasms, Dino moving his hips to check if you were still up for one last round. But when you whined and tried to push him away, he chuckled. âSorry⌠I just missed my pretty girl so much. Iâll clean you upââ
âWith a towel, right?â You looked at him with a sleepy expression, three rounds doing it for you. Your boyfriend had other plans, wanting to eat you out and coax out one last orgasm out of you, but he let it go after seeing how tired you actually were, and he, himself, was ready to crash.
âMm, yeah.â He hummed as he pulled out with a âpopâ, and went to the bathroom to grab a small towel and dampened it up to clean you up with. Coming back, he found you already snoring softly, leaving him to chuckle to himself, tiring you out from all the sex.Â
He gently pried your leg open to clean you up, being as gentle as possible to not wake you. Once he was done, he tossed the towel into the hamper before joining you under the sheets, snuggling close behind you.
The next morning, Dino woke up moaning softly, fluttering his eyes open to see you on top of him, your hands pressed against his chest as you rode him slowly. Another groan left him when you noticed he woke up, your eyes softening.
âMorning⌠I hope you donât mindââ you flushed, feeling embarrassed about needing him so early in the morning, but Chan only shook his head.
âFuck no, I donât mind it at all, pretty. Keep riding my cock.âÂ
His hands grabbed onto your hips, guided you and helped you ride his dick. He was in heaven, and it was something he could never get enough of: you. He could never get enough of you, especially now, after a long time apart from each other.
âMissed me that much, huh?â He grinned lazily as he started moving his hips in an upward motion to meet your downward movements. You looked so pretty; your hair was all dishevelled from sleep, your body moving in a hypnotising motion, and your cunt was all exposed for him.
He continued moving under you, helping you get to your release, his cock twitching in interest every time you squeezed around him. Dino could feel his orgasm building up, his hips thrusting up a bit faster, and his grip on your sides tightened a bit.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Chan's fingers found your clit, rubbing at the same time as his thrusts, bringing you closer to your orgasm.Â
âC'mon, pretty girl, cum for me⌠squeeze my cock and milk me dry,â he murmured, panting as he groaned when you clenched your walls around him from his words. âFuckââ
âChannieâ Chan, I'm gonna cuâah-!â You squeaked, your thighs trembling as your legs felt like jelly, barely supporting your weight. Dino kept rocking his hips up as you bounced on his lap, your brain short-circuiting from the stimulation.
His orgasm soon followed, coming in lazy spurts as he filled you up to the brim, and making sure you couldn't get off of him just yet. He kept you plugged with his softening length, a small smile forming on his lips. âYou good?â
âYeahâ we should take a showerâŚâ You offered, and he immediately perked up. He wasn't one to deny you anything, and his sex drive wasn't completely drained yet.
After your shower, the two of you decided to make some breakfastâwell, you did, while Dino leaned on the counter, watching you whip up the best pancakes you could. It was also fun to watch your legs wobble slightly from how much he had fucked you.Â
Dino hummed as he walked over to where you were standing, pressing himself close to you as you looked over your shoulder. âWhat are you planning?â
âMmm, me? I dunno, just want to be close to my pretty girl. Is that so wrong?â He murmured as he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his chin on your shoulder as you cooked the pancakes.Â
You could already feel his cock hardening in his sweats, and you let out a soft grunt. âChan, really?â A huff left your lips as he chuckled awkwardly.
âI canât help it⌠Come on, help your boyfriend out,â he pleaded, but you shook your head, making him pout.
âIâm making breakfast, remember?â You flipped the pancake in the pan as he played with the hem of your shirt before he turned off the stove suddenly and turned you around, surprising you. âChanââ
âShhh⌠just one more round, okay? I missed you.â
