idealizations concerning real life relations | jjk (m/nc17)
>>pairing:jungkook x reader / fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc
>>genre:s2l, fwb, smut, angst
>>word count:Â 40.9k besties i am so sorry
>>warnings: jk is so sweet, but also so evil lmao, oc lives in her little noggin, angsty fwb, drug and alcohol use, tattoos, multiple smut scenes that include: oral (m/f), fingering (f), light face slapping (with hand and cock??), praise, degradation, marking, dirty talk, so many creampies yum, multiple orgasms, kissing :(, cumming in pants :), probably more but i cant think of it, ok other stuff now, manipulation, infidelity, oc thinks jk is made of stars :(, jk thinks she is so pretty :(, misunderstandings, some fluff if you squint, brunette jk, blonde jk, n blue jk, 1 mentions of: howls moving castle, too many mentions of: stars, the color pink
>>notes:Â bruv i do not have anything to say for myself EXCPET that i worked v hard on her and i really hope u like it <3 beta: @birbdaeâ tysm for dealing with this, she is long lmaoÂ
this is split up by seasons, so if 40k is a lot for one sitting, you can read one season at a time if that is easier :)
>>summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesnât love in return.
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Summary: You and Jungkook have been friends since diapers, and one day you decide to hook up for the fun of it, but then you end up pregnant with your best friend's baby. Chaos ensues.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Pregnancy AU, Childhood Friends to FWB to Lovers, Slow-Burn, Smut, Fluff, Crack, Angst (barely, you have to squint to see it)
Word Count: 71.2k total
Warnings: chapter specific warnings will be included on each individual post
Author's Note: this is the masterpost for the series where I'll link each chapter once theyâre posted! the fic is split by trimester and goes month by month throughout the pregnancy (and slightly before and after) across the three chapters. I hope you all enjoy it and pls feel free to lmk your thoughts or discuss things with me between chapters :)
The First Trimester (M)
Summary: Jungkook makes a proposition you can't don't want to refuse, and there are seemingly no consequences to your friendship at first, but then you miss you period and have to explain to all your loved ones how you got knocked up by your childhood best friend.
Word Count: 26k
The Second Trimester (M)
Summary: You're too busy attending baby prep classes and shopping for furniture together to focus on the significant changes living together and regularly hooking up has introduced into your relationship with Jungkook, although, it doesn't seem like either of you mind all that much.
Word Count: 20.3k
The Third Trimester (M)
Summary: Everything feels different after having the worst scare of your life, but your baby's due date is fast approaching and there's still plenty more important things to do than rifle through your ever-growing feelings for Jungkook. He certainly doesn't make it easy on you when he's constantly sweeping you off your feet.
Word Count: 24.9k
Drabble (M)
Summary: Jungkook decides to generously thank you for allowing him use your body for his pleasure, but your best friend is an overachiever and his immense gratitude leaves you absolutely breathless.
MERAKI (v., Greek). "to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself in your work."
Summary: Jungkook finds you irritating; far too energetic and insistent. But his perception of you changes bit by bit, minute by minute, when he's persuaded into spending an entire night with you at places he doesn't know.
âł pairing: Jungkook x reader
âł rating: 18+
âł genre: e2l, grumpy!jk (+ photographer!jk) x sunshine!reader; fluff, smut
âł warnings: bickering, bantering, jk is a bit rude at the beginning, flirting, tension, oc is bold and courageous, mention of someone being stoned, mention of insomnia, jk's lip rings <3, heights, not exactly e2l but more like "i find you pretty annoying" to lovers lmao, deep talks and sweet moments, one bed trope, guest appearance, jk takes pictures of pretty things, stars and sky talk <3 explicit sexual content: kissing/making out, implied pain kink? lol, fingering, manhandling, oral (f. & m. receiving), teasing, 69, spitting, one or two spanks, bit of choking, soft and hard sex, unprotected sex (oc has an iud), soft dom!jk but also glimpses of sub!jk, ofc biiiig dick!jk, doggy/riding/missionary, praises, more flirting, jk's godly body, masturbation, cum swallowing (he comes in her mouth); the lovely ending <3
âł word count:Â 26.6k <3
âł a/n: you guys built this fic!! đ„ș hopefully this is what we expected it to be. it's also yet another love letter to one of the gentlest men i know; happy birthday, jeon jungkook, you're the standard and i will never fall out of love with you đ i hope y'all enjoy it!! come and talk to me when you're done mwah <3
MASTERLIST | WIPs
1:04AM, Her
Thereâs a word for how you do what you do.
A term you hold dearly in the crevices of your bright heart. Ever since you first learned its meaning two decades ago, youâve made it your primary goal to breathe through life with it as your philosophy.
Passion, it is. A word certainly common in conversation and daily life â youâre not the only person to live by it. Doesnât mean youâre not allowed to wallow in it.
Because thereâs a fire behind your hard-working chest, lit up, pride residing next to it. Itâs where you feel the most vivid light when you do what you love, blooming and blossoming. There are synonyms of it you know, and each of them are pretty as a growing garden.
You gatekeep them for now; havenât yet found a person to share your knowledge with. Which is okay; in the meantime, youâll keep looking. You do think everybody needs something like this in their lives.
Something that forces your body upright, sprinkling fairy dust and glimmer into your eyes. Something you can resort to in order to escape the trials of life.
For you, as odd it may seem to people, itâs your job.
You usually work late like today, surrounded by sounds and disquiet. But you enjoy it. You like stepping into the night afterwards, and you like the dark blanket above, the starlight sprinkled across the comforting blackness.
And you like it when it drizzles sometimes. The giggles of couples or groups of friends as they wade through the rain. The absolute quiet and relieving serenity.
You live for this. You enjoy people. You enjoy sensing life around you.
Tonight isnât different. Even when you find yourself hastening by the end, wrapping up the event with a dozen chores to tackle; even when the host rushes to you, asking for help. Your shoes click-clack across the floor as you move left and right, up and down.
But by God, you never doubt these daysâ worth.
1:04AM, Him
Sometimes, people donât want to be photographed.
Jungkook learned that early on when he agreed to be a photographer at events. Heâs encouraged and urged to ask people to pose; thatâs his job. Waiting for them to force a smile before they can resume eating, debone their fish or work on their lobsters, beef, veggies.
They long to return to whatever they were doing, or to their conversations, mostly insignificant ones; Jungkook knows because he, involuntarily, hears too many of them.Â
Itâs only when theyâre dancing or drinking that they open up. Thatâs when theyâre okay with listening to him, obedient, almost as if heâs authority, staring into the lens with flushed cheeks and wide grins.
Though itâs irritating when every other person walks up to him afterwards, inquiring when theyâd be receiving the photos, or, even ruder, if at all.
Today, there are a few more comfortable people around. Not as harsh, not as grim as he feels. Youâre here, too, somewhere; of course you are â you got him here in the first place. Somehow, your paths often cross. You were ready for a picture immediately, drawn in by the host, smiling.
He perceived your presence just for a second, though. Doesnât need or want any more than that. Youâre too loud, too energetic anyway; heâs rather among himself, not in any photo, indulging in the job.
He loves clicking through his camera roll; itâs the people that tire him out. Working his way through the pictures he took once home gives him joy, though. Makes his fatigue feel worth it.
But God, youâre not the only one, right? So many people here are the same amount of enthusiastic, party people to the core.Â
Which is why heâs happy when the night finally concludes, and he, far after midnight, stuffs his equipment back into his bag and slips into his at least somewhat chic blazer.
1:12AM, Her
You groan as your hand dives into your bag, fishing out the key that you already removed from your keychain an hour ago. Back when the man facing you approached you; heâs the last face you see when you step out of the somewhat stuffy hall.
Or so you think.
You donât know that the night is far from over when you linger at the entrance, handing him a key that he encloses in his grip with a grateful nod and a goodbye-wave. The final interaction when you excuse yourself, breathing in the night.
Itâs a hunch cooler than when you left home today; yet, the breeze feels pleasant caressing your skin. The end of August is still warm, still fairly far from fall; you regard summer nights as the best part of the season.
Sighing, you come to a halt in the middle of the pavement, studying the alley. You ponder until you remember a bus not too far from here; you need to turn left, right? Should be there. You have never been around here before, so youâre not entirely sure.
But youâll just go with your first instinct for now. Keep walking until you detect any kind of a promising sign. You hold onto your roomy bag as you pass the rare people still around.
Some of them are faces you recognise from the party; some are strangers. One couple you spoke to just earlier even lifts a thumbs up for you, praising you for the exceptional organisation. They make you feel at ease until the road quietens.
And the place stays serene and silent until you hear the clearing of somebodyâs throat. Itâs not near; yet not far. Your eyes scan the area, not for long when they recognise a figure sitting on the opposite side of the narrow street.
Itâs a man, clutching a heavy object with careful hands. A camera, you know it immediately. Heâs hunting through the pictures he took, face slightly lit by the screen. Jutting lower lip, slowly blinking eyes.
Simple attire â dark jeans, a white shirt, and a blazer on top that hides the wide shoulders.
Constantly and undeniably handsome, albeit always grim due to the lack of a smile.
You squint to confirm itâs him youâre seeing; but when he smacks his lips in the dark of the night, nibbling at the shiny lip rings, you know youâre right. This is a habit youâve never seen on anybody this persistently as on Jeon Jungkook.
And the one and only Jeon Jungkook must be feeling your eyes on him, because only a second later, he lifts his gaze. Instinctively, you wave a little, but Jungkook isnât on board with your hospitality. He rolls his eyes; you donât take it to heart, though. Youâre used to this.
As he starts stuffing the camera back into his bag, you waddle over, crossing the street. Upon reaching him, you ask, âGot some good pictures tonight?â
âIâd guess so.â
His voice is as nonchalant as always, his shoulders relaxed, uncaring. To your vampire-novel-reading middle school self, he wouldâve been the coolest and most mysterious riddle, waiting to be cracked. But you know how he feels about you, and that makes the situation just a little less intriguing.
Yet, you never stopped approaching him, because aside from conversations like these, you know heâs just human, too. He smiles at events whenever he gets the chance, content with the moments he captures; he likes what he does.
Photography has always been his thing; or thatâs what you gathered, at least. You see the same sparkle in his eyes that you feel in yours when you work; the same joy when he fumbles with his camera, always checking, presumably changing the settings, testing it out.
You lean in a little, wondering, âCan I see?â
âUhmâŠâ He hesitates, lifting the strap of the camera bag higher up his shoulder. âDo you have to?â
âIf I may. I brought you here, remember?â
Of course. Itâs always you; youâre the one to organise this, and youâve seen his pieces and albums before. He might not hang around you too much, always the first to tell you he has somewhere else to be, but you know heâs good. You trust him in this regard.
âYou say that every time,â he argues, a tattooed hand settling on his bag, clearly reluctant.
So you click your tongue, waving your suggestion off. You try to sound as lively as ever, but your voice is more earnest as you say, âOkay, itâs fine. Donât show me the pictures, but come on. Be a bit nice at least.
âAlright. What else? Do you need something?â
You sigh in defeat. âNo. I was just going home.â
âYou should go home. Itâs pretty late.â
âArenât you going, too?â
âI am,â he responds, his voice going up at the end. âI just wanted a bit of peace before leaving.â
âPeace,â you repeat, as if trying out the word. âYou canât get it at home?â
Jungkook doesnât answer this time. Instead, he only shifts his stare from you to the empty road ahead, exhaling a dramatically long breath before he gets into motion. You immediately react, by his side until he asks, âAre you following me?â
âHuh? Did you forget that I was literally heading this way?â Heâs distracted, looking for the street signs, and you laugh at his own confusion. âDo you even know where youâre going?â
âI guess so.â
Okay, at least heâs honest, not giving himself airs. You want to see what his inner compass suggests, but then somewhat shun the thought of walking further into unknown terrain.
So you question, âYou taking the bus?â
âNope. Subway.â
âAh. That should be this way, then,â you nod towards the direction youâre approaching, âI know the bus is, because thatâs where I need to go.â
ââŠAre you sure?â
âYep.â
Thatâs it. He doesnât respond much; only lets out the millionth sigh, following you with something you might nearly call trust. He doesnât attempt small talk or any other kind of interaction, so you let him sink into his thoughts.
But a beat of silence later, you still ask politely, âHow did you like the party?â
âUhhh, it was okay.â For the first time in minutes, he looks at you. âThe people were weird, donât you think? But I got some good shots in.â
âHmm⊠okay. I didnât notice anything weird about the people.â You shrug your shoulders. âTalking about shots⊠did you drink a little?â
He whines your name as the question is a tale as old as time, complaining, âEvery single time? Why is this so important to youâŠâ He waits, shakes his head. âNo, I didnât. Seems you did, though.â
âA little,â you say, bringing your forefinger and thumb together, indicating a tiny space. âBut Iâm all sober and well.â Another brief pause. âAre you okay, too?â
He licks his lower lip, dimples appearing that donât ever need a smile to emerge. Then, he throws back, âWhy shouldnât I be?â
âDunno. You always look so bored at parties. And you always go home alone.â
You donât know if the following laugh is sarcastic or not, but you soon discover the very answer when he lifts a finger and counts, âFirst off, how would you know?â Another finger added to the mix. âSecondly, Iâm not bored. Iâm just focused. And I donât know anybody there.â
His hand drops again, working on his bagâs strap again. Pushing it over his shoulder. He adds, âItâs a bit different for me than for you because theyâre literally your clients and you know them at least a little.â
âI mean⊠you know me.â
âYeah, but youâreâŠâ He regards you from head to toe, not the softest of expressions, and you pout. You donât ever take him seriously, but he can be hurtful sometimes. âI just donât think weâd be good conversation partners.â
âWeird,â you challenge, âbecause youâre conversing with me right now, no problem. Itâs also not my fault you always argue with me at every event.â
âI donât. You approach me.â
âYou do.â You lean your face closer to his, not making it very far when his palm pushes your cheek, and you, away from him. âUgh. Okay. Seriously, though â why do you always leave alone?â
He exhales in defeat. Seems that Jeon Jungkook is too tired to take your idiocy tonight. You understand, but youâre just trying to figure out how to convince him that youâre normal, too. That he just dislikes you because youâre different from him, and nothing else.
âHeyâŠâ he utters, out of energy.
âI mean it,â you still declare, âthere are so many sweet and nice girls around. They ask about you sometimes, you know? Iâve also met many men on such paââ
âThatâs great,â he interrupts, a palm stopping you from spilling more info, âbut⊠I donât think Iâm interested.â
âOh.â The syllable is short, cut, harmless. That is, until it clicks in your brain, and your eyes widen, lips parting as you turn to him in shock, stating, âOh, wait. Do you⊠play for the other team?â
Jungkook blinks at you. Then lowers his gaze, turning it a couple shades darker, staring at you from under his eyelids. He looks annoyed when he spits, âNo, Iâm not gay. And even if I was, itâd be none of your business.â
Shit.
Okay, you were sure about your assumption, but now that it turned out wrong, this sounds pretty shitty. And annoying. And awkward.
âSorry,â you apologise, and he gives you a taunting head tilt. âOkay⊠different topic then? Tell me, what do you think of this dress?â You lift the hem a little, smiling; you were convinced the moment you first saw it. âDo you think I look pretty today?â
For a second, he joins; his initial gaze is still cynical, but his voice is appealing, a whisper when he leans in and asks, âWhy? Do you want to be the one I go home with?â
Ah⊠why do the words, the way he speaks them, tickle you just right? Youâre flabbergasted, seeing your reaction on the bare skin of your arms, but all he does is back away again and once again, shake his head.
You want to retort something snarky back, but you donât get to it when he inquires a moment later again, âAre you sure weâre going the right way?â
Right⊠you need to go home. You forgot.
âUh⊠yeah.â You look around, finally detecting a sign, picturing a bus and a number. âThereâs the bus, so the subway should beâŠâ You stop; hum; then see two women waiting at the bus stop. âShould we ask someone?â
âSure.â
With a nod, you separate from him, walking towards the bus station bench theyâre sitting on, hands folded, conversing quietly. Theyâre surprised when they see a figure advance, but relax when they catch your smile.
You ask the questions floating in your brain, trying to explain where you live, what you need. They attempt an answer, gesture around, and barely a minute later, youâre thanking them and leaving again.
Jungkook stands there in anticipation, waiting for you to deliver good news â yet confused when you return with slumped shoulders instead of an enthusiastic, âWe were right! Come!â
Okay, there arenât too many reasons for Jungkook to dislike you; you want to say this much. But when you see him understand that this is going nowhere, you do get his frustration.
Especially as you kiss your lips, staring at him like a lost bunny, and explain, âSo⊠the subway isnât here.â Big eyes meet yours. âIâm not sure where it is, and they,â your thumb points to the girls behind you, âcouldnât help because theyâre tourists.â
âAh. Great,â he says, delivering a falsely cheerful smile. Hands thrown into the air. âSo weâre stranded and should definitely not be here. What about the bus? Where does it go?â
âUhmâŠâ You scratch your head. âNot where I need to go. Itâs a different one. But!â Immediately, your voice rises, trying to approach this with hope. Itâs not the end of the world, after all! âDonât worry! Weâll get home either way.â
âJust a lot later than necessary.â
âBut nothingâs lost yet. Donât you trust me?â
And â much as you thought â Jungkook only ogles back in silence, blinking once again before he walks away with a curse on his lips.
1:25AM, Her
You catch up to him fast.
âItâs not that big of a deal, I promise!â you vow, but you reckon it only makes matters worse.
Because he breathes air through his nose, like a bull, arguing, âIâm tired, though. This is wasting so much of my time. You always do.â
You stop in your tracks. He doesnât. You sulk, âThat was mean.â
âAnd youâre idiotic.â
âWell⊠shit.â
This time you tilt your head, grinding your teeth; less out of anger, more out of embarrassment. You donât respond much else, and he doesnât throw another insult. Instead, he opens the bag again with the velcroâs ripping sound, heaving out his SLR.Â
You peek over his shoulder, confused about the timing to indulge in a passion, and ask, âWhat are you doing with that?â
âLooking through them,â he mutters, thumb working on the switching button, âmaybe I took a picture when I came here. A sign where to find the subway.â
His reasoning elicits a sudden laugh out of you, probably unfounded to him, but very amusing to you. He throws a bewildered and somewhat warning look, and you immediately silence; still holding yourself back when he turns away again.
You wait, listen to the quiet of the night. He doesnât seem to find any success, and the more time passes, the funnier you find his mind. Eventually, you step next to him and give up, telling him, âHey.â Don't be so tetchy. I'm not that bad.â
Jungkook side-eyes you, tapping the screen of the heavy Sony A9 Alpha. Inhaling the pleasant late summer air, he defends, âI'm never tetchy! But you got us lost.â
âSo? Youâre being dramatic. There's still Google Maps.â
Thatâs it. This look of his.
Jungkook mustâve gotten stuck in a decade youâve long left, because he stares at you dumbfounded, camera still firmly in his hands. He tongues his cheek, blinks.
And then, you mock, âGuess Iâm not the only idiot here, right?â
His next breath is deep, and he soon averts your eyes again. You dig, âWhat? If anything, then low battery might be your only excuse, you know?â
He doesnât look at you, and you break into a grin again. Shake your head. Then fish out your phone at last, ready to type in the goal, or at least, to search the nearest subway and bus that fit your demands.
Hmmm, okay. If you need to go where you think you need to go, then the subway will really be in immediate distance to the bus. So youâll be heading in the same direction anyway.
You open your mouth to ask for his address, prepared to type it in â but as you look at him again, you detect a deeply focused Jungkook, pursing his lips at his camera and regarding it with glitter in his eyes. You see it even from here, the sparkle.
Maybe heâs waiting for you to deliver a conclusion, because you catch him moving through older pictures in the meantime. From here, you only see glimpses. Of forests and roads, and then of waterfalls. Even some of him and his friends.
He doesnât notice it, but his eyebrows are much more relaxed now, expression not quite as steely anymore; and his lips even twitch for a tiny second, tempted to smile. As if he forgot where heâs currently standing.
You let your arms sink, both hands holding your phone, and just gaze for a while. Then move your eyes to the side. To the sky. Remember places youâve seen and loved in this town. Still hear his harsh tone echoing in your ears.
In hindsight, you really donât think you've ever personally hurt or offended him. He mightâve been annoyed by something else. Perhaps he was dealing with something that he never dared to speak about; or perhaps, his perception of optimism is warped, because he clearly doesnât wade through life with it.
Youâd like to see his real self, though. The real self, because your gut feeling whispers to you that this isnât him. Maybe thereâs a kind and kindred soul hidden somewhere; maybe his smile proves far more intriguing to you than these mysterious moods of his. Once it appears, that is.
ButâŠ
Heâll probably say no. Your idea isnât dumb, youâre certain, but he very likely will not go with it. But you want to try. Want to show him that youâre not as bad, that he can trust you; want to know what burdens him; or why he talks to you like this.
You might be the only one to wish for more time with somebody who wants to avoid you like the plague.
YetâŠ
You donât want this to end just yet.Â
So you drop a suggestion that surprise even youâ
ââŠYou know what? Letâs try something fun tonight.â
âExcuse me?â
He voices it with his attention only half on you, not quite taking you seriously; so you swallow to dampen your throat and speak firmer, suggesting, âYou need to trust me on this, though.â
This time, he does look at you. Works on stuffing his camera back into his bag, opening his mouth to retort something, but you stop him with a shushing finger that he doesnât look too happy about.
âHold on, okay?â you exclaim. âListen. Are you busy tomorrow?â
âUh⊠not until the afternoon.â
âSo you can sleep in.â
âI guess.â
You clap once, loudly and dramatically, watching the man in front of you flinch. You canât say if heâs irritated, shocked or terrified of you. But he looks hilarious like this, blinking, scowling as his fingers clutch his bag tighter.
âWhat is it?â he asks as if youâve lost your mind.
âLook. Letâs not leave yet. Fuck Google Maps,â you suggest, and his eyes grow wider by the second, baffled, as if youâre caging him. âLet me show you pretty places until the sun comes up, and if you still hate me by then, I will never talk to you again. Isnât this tempting?â
In your head, it is. Not for yourself, but for him. In your mind, he thinks of you as a constant nuisance that stands in his way, hopping around like an overhyped puppy.
Or not. Maybe he has a dog at home; maybe he regards you as worse than cute puppies.
Whatever.
You look at him expectantly, like your persisting stare could help him land a decision. Instead, however, he grimaces, his voice higher when he asks, âWhat even are you saââ
No, you wonât give up yet; even if the recurring interruptions make him tear his hair out. You click your tongue and then argue, âCome on! Give it a try.â
Hesitation. Or rather, a question wondering if youâre crazy. Clear rejection. Are you losing?
âWeâd be together, so nothing to fear,â you try further, âand how much time is there till sunrise?â You glance at your watch. âItâs barely half past one. The sun comes up in less than five hours. And like, I know it sounds like a lot, but if you give me some time, Iâll give you reasons to smile.â
He keeps looking at you in this questioning, are-you-fully-mad-manner, but youâre absolutely serious and you need him to know. You bat your eyelashes a little, offering your best laugh, and add, âLike this? If you really want to hate me after that, then okay. If not, then⊠maybe we could go get coffee someday.â
Youâve spoken enough. He raises a hand, quieting you down, and then finally says it.
âYou must be crazy.â
âI am,â you confirm.
âYou think Iâd do this, huh?â
ââŠMaaaybe?â
âNo.â
Jungkookâs answer is stone cold and direct, and it shuts you up with a near-wince. Thereâs a faint line between his thick eyebrows, lips pressed together; he looks dangerous and very, very mean.
So you donât say much for another minute, following when he walks away. You side-eye him, notice him type his destination into his phone. Surrendering, you trudge the path he chooses, soon detecting signs leading to the subway.
He canât say anything to your presence by his side. Even if his answer remains a steadfast, boring no, youâll have to go in this direction anyway.
More than halfway through, you venture into a conversation again, âHave you ever tried anything like this before?â
âWhat? The nonsense you suggested?â he asks, and you nod, catching up with his long legs, slightly slower with your heels. âNo. I donât think I need to.â
âYouâre so⊠donât you ever try anything new?â
âI mean, is this your definition of something new?â He gestures at your surroundings haphazardly. âGoing through town in the middle of the night instead of getting some decent sleep?â
You shrug your shoulders, defending, âItâs not like I do it every day. And nothing one can do every day anyway. That's why I want you to try it.â Your voice is soft, friendly. âBut you donât have to.â
He doesnât answer; only comes to a halt when a bus stop nears, peeking up to the sign with the number before he asks, âThat yours?â You hum in confirmation. âOkay. Will you get home well? Itâs late.â
âYeah, of course,â you pout, kicking off a tiny stone with your shoe, âdone it a few times.â
He stalls. You donât know why, but youâre sure he does. You notice it in his slow movements, the brief pause, the way he looks to the subway he needs to approach and then back to you. You smile when his eyes linger on you for a moment too long, and then he tilts his head, sighs.
âAlright. Then⊠good night.â
And thatâs it.
You tell him to sleep well in return, earning a tiny nod, and then heâs leaving you stranded, walking away. Your eyes stay on him until heâs out of sight, down the escalator to the subway and far, far away from the fun idea you conjured.
You mimic his sigh. Take the two or three steps to the bench under the bus stop; and then you wait.
At this time, public transport operates irregularly, so youâre not surprised when youâre still there minutes later. For a while, you remain alone â that is, until a stranger tumbles to you, swaying before he takes a seat on the other edge of the bench.
You donât look at him; donât want his attention on you. But to your discomfort, he garbles just a second later, âThis the bus toâŠâ
He gets a hiccup, pointing to the bus sign, and then mumbles the name of the station he needs to reach. You donât understand, however, so you prod, âWhat?â
Slower now yet similarly slurred, he repeats his question, but this time, you understand and nod your head yes. He overshares, âItâs just that Iâm drunk, so I need to be sure. Sorry for interrupting.â
Suddenly, you feel kind of sorry for him. Your shoulders relax; you observe him letting his arms dangle between his legs, sniffling, incredibly exhausted, it seems. What did the fella experience tonight?
You respond, âItâs okay. Itâs really late. Get home well.â
âThanks. Youâre very nice.â
The same finger previously signalling to the sign now points at you; but he doesnât touch you. In fact, his digits are still a good distance away, already falling when you feel a hand on your elbow out of the blue; you nearly react on intuition, getting into position to break somebodyâs nose.
But when your eyes meet the other manâs, you recognise him as the same figure standing tall that abandoned you a couple minutes ago. His hand is still grasping the camera bag strap, and he looks calm, confident when he speaksâ
âAll good? Sorry, I left for too long, right? Letâs go.â
Your voice changes, a chuckle hidden in it when you blurt, âWhat?â
âYou wanted to take a walk.â
And just like that, the snicker dies again. Is he being serious? It seems so; itâs the whole package, even. The nod towards an entirely different direction and the sudden fingers around your wrist, pulling you away.
âUhmâŠâ you start, feet moving automatically. You turn to the guy drowning in inebriation, leaving a last, âGood luck!â as you wave, smile. Then, to Jungkook, âI thought you went away. Did you want to do this after all?â
Youâre cocking an eyebrow, but much at the back of Jungkookâs head, so he doesnât see. But it seems he hears the tease in your voice, because half-annoyed, half-argumentative, he explains, âNo. Just wanted to be a gentleman. I was going to leave the moment you got on the bus.â
Ah. So he was waiting, hiding somewhere? But you donât mention it; itâd probably just rile him up more.
Yet, you challenge, âYouâre lying. You were concerned and you thought my idea was fun after all.â
âWhatever you say,â he says, waving the white flag, probably just to shut you up, âdonât know if I can do this until sunrise, but I can walk with you for a bit. Get you closer to home. And I swear!â
Now he turns, shooting a stare at you over his shoulders, lightning bolts in the middle of his pupils, âIf youâre lying and thereâs literally nothing special on our way, Iâm actually never talking to you again.â
Nothing easier than that.
âDeal!â
âCool,â he so nonchalantly remarks, finally letting go of your arm, âwhich way are you heading then?â
âNorth-east.â
âGood. Works for me.â
The sun is nowhere near up yet; of course not. Itâs 1:37AM. Around four and a half hours.
Youâre hopeful. In your head, you imagine an uplifted demeanour in no time; try to guess what his smile might look like. A genuine one. Maybe sweet? Maybe cocky? Youâll find out. You will.
So you straighten your stance, clear your throat, sigh a content breath, and step into the night with the courage the stars lend you.
2:13AM, Her
The first almost forty minutes of your night pass leisurely.
Jungkookâs initial sighs cease soon as you advance into the town, walking down a busy main street. You guess the bustling area, the sounds of the traffic and the lights of the flashing cars relieve him somehow. Give him an excuse to not talk to you.
But as the occupied road ends and you reach and pass a crowded square, youâre back in calm and serene alleys. Some people are still wandering around, passing closed shops, much like you.
You attempt conversation every now and then, and Jungkook, having eventually realised that he needs to cooperate with you â he agreed to your idea after all â isnât as mad anymore.
At some point, he breathes in the late summer breeze, and your head swerves into his direction immediately â maybe the magic of the night has finally reached his core, too. Perhaps heâs appreciating the journey you set out to embark on.
You, for one, cherish the quiet; you know at least this much. The alley must be part of the older corner of the town because the lampposts seem Victorian. Theyâre fancy, bent at the top, the light a comforting golden.
You do admire the beauty in the dead of night, you do â but the weirdly bruising feeling on your skin becomes uncomfortably apparent the more you walk. Your heels and the Achilles tendons ache, the ball of your feet sensitive to each step.
For a while, you hide the stupid pain successfully, not wanting the night to end; and you do love the heels. Feel just the way those old romcomâs protagonists probably felt, strutting through town with a man whose life theyâd change.
But as an involuntary groan slips out of you, Jungkookâs view changes from the old buildings to your struggling self. His eyes settle on your contorted expression before they move further down to your sudden limp.
He asks, âYou good?â
âYeah, yeah! Just been walking for a while, is all.â
âHmm,â he hums, regarding your heels with a suspicious look. âDo they hurt?â
âNah. Iâm used to them.â
ââŠOookay.â
He drags the word, as if in disbelief; and you canât lie your way through the minutes when the ache worsens, the suddenly paved path too much of a chore. You nearly trip when your heel gets caught between the stones.
Jungkook immediately reacts when you hiss; youâre nowhere near actually falling, but his arms still reflexively jolt, the camera bag swaying and hitting your hand when he catches your shoulders.
âOkay, seriously,â he spits, eyes wide, âthatâs enough. You canât walk in these.â
âI can!â
âNot!â He takes a look around, inspecting the place; itâs quiet here, not too many cars driving by at all. So he points to the edge of the pedestrian zone, instructing, âSit down there. Letâs see.â
See what?
You blink, but oblige. His pointing finger is dominant, and his eyes urging; you flatten your dress, taking a seat at the edge. The road isnât high, so itâs a little uncomfortable; but youâre pleasantly surprised when he appears in front of you, crouching.
Very, very baffled when he requests, âCan you take them off?â
âSure,â you say, unbuckling the straps around your ankles before removing the shoes. You sigh; you must admit, it does feel great. âIâm honestly okay, though.â
Jungkook doesnât respond, ignores your statement; instead, asks, âMay I?â
You donât understand what he means until his hands come to a float right over your toes; he wants to check for bruises, doesnât he? You nod curtly; something about this warms your chest. You donât think youâve ever seen this side of him before.
Not that you ever had the chance to.
He doesnât really hate you, does he?
Carefully, his fingers reach for your ankle. The touch is warm and pleasant; doesnât hurt until he moves his thumbs to your heel. Your feet are overworked; you notice. But rather than the annoying pain, you canât help but focus on your view.
The big, round nose, hiding the plump, parted lips. His eyes look hooded from here, strands of his hair covering them. Intrusive thoughts plead for your fingers to card through the dark mane; it looks soft, pretty.
And the gentleness he handles your skin with fills you with fondness; you like being cared for.
Even when he shakes his head; pulling you out of your daydream. You take a breath, and then inquire, âYou donât have a problem with touching feet?â
He shrugs his shoulders. âItâs just feet. Besides,â he stops for a second, detecting something at the back of your foot, shaking his head, âMom used to work as a nurse. Tough job. I massaged hers sometimes.â
Ah⊠a loving son, a family person. You smile.
âAnd I thought you have a foot kink,â you tease.
âShut up.â
âFound anything?â
âYeah actually. Do you know how wounded your skin is here? Were you wearing new shoes?â
You gulp with a thin-lipped smile, wondering if heâll kill you now if you tell him. You look to some random spot on your right before you admit, âYes.â
âGod, youâŠâ He clicks his tongue. Puts your foot on the ground cautiously, reaching for his bag. He rummages through it until he pulls out a bandage, holding it in front of you. âYouâre lucky.â
You chuckle, relieved and flattered. âI guess I am.â
He puffs out a laugh, but stops it right away, calling your name under his breath before he says, âGod, youâre crazy. Be careful. And admit it when youâre hurt. Why didnât you?â
Well⊠you didnât want the night to endâ
âIâŠâ
You hesitate.
He works on your other foot just the same, a tender thumb running over your ankle, probably used to the soothing touch. It distracts you. And when he stops and you donât answer, he puts his arm on his angled leg, staring up at you in anticipation.
âYes?â he prods.
âI didnât say anything because I didnât think youâd care.â Nonchalantly yet pouting, you nibble at your lower lip. âAnd if Iâd told you theyâre hurting, you mightâve suggested ending the night.â
He cocks an eyebrow as if agreeing to the most self-explanatory statement ever, nodding as he confirms, âDamn right I wouldâve. We should end the night right now if you canât walk. Not in these, at least.â
Your chest is hot, your stomach twisting a little. Jungkook really does bother; if not due to a connection he shares with you, then simply because he cares for people. Never, you have never experienced him like this before.
With a tilt of your head and a batting of your eyelashes, you suggest, âAnd if I was barefoot?â
Which he reacts to with a roll of his eyes. âThe night isnât that warm. Donât do this to yourself. The groundâs dirty, too.â
You take a look at the dark grey pavement upon his argument, much as if the night could allow you to detect any of the dirt he speaks of. Once more, you hum, pretending to contemplate what to do; and when you pick up your heels, suggesting to follow your idea either way, the back of his hand gives your knee the lightest of hits.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks.
âWatch.â
He does. Watches you place your spacious, black bag on your lap, opening the zip. Observes as your hand dips in, pulling out one pair of sneakers and replacing them with your treacherous heels. He keeps ogling when you put them on, mouth widening bit by bit.
He doesnât speak until youâre done, socks picked out of the shoes, pulled over your feet, laces tied. You keep smiling, content with the moment, only dropping the grin when you see his puzzled expression.
âWhat?â you question.
âYou had them with you and⊠Why didnât you say so sooner?â
Your answer comes without hesitation; whatever timidity he elicited a moment ago slowly fades again. You clear your throat, back to who you are, and dauntlessly admit, âIt was sweet. How you took care of me, I mean. I didnât think you ever would.â
âBut you couldâve at least worn them sooner and avoided the hurt?!â
âWell, it didnât hurt thenâŠâ
âYouâreâŠâ
Jungkook uprights himself, towering above you. You put a flat palm onto the pavement, wanting to heave yourself up, but soon see a hand in front of your face. Heâs offering it; and youâre quick to take it.
Warm and soft; gentle.
As he pulls you up, you land closer to his body than calculated; his face isnât too far from yours⊠much nearer than it has ever been. He leans back; looks to the side; blinks. Clears his throat. Lets go off your hand way too late.
The breath you held escapes in a sudden blow. You swallow.
And when youâve processed the strange moment, you feel the change in your stance. Youâre standing taller now; your feet feel heavenly in your Nikes. Dusting off the front of your dress and your ass, you wait for him to say something.
But he keeps standing there on the road, in the middle of a parking space, hands on his hips. Heâs judging you; you understand. Your mindset isnât for everybody. You might seem crazy, alright.
Yet, he doesnât scold you again. The up and down of his irked voice doesnât appear this time when he speaks again; instead, his chin nods towards your legs, and he questions, âSo you just carry around shoes with you?â
âI need to,â you say, matter-of-factly, âI canât ride the motorcycle in heels. And!â Jungkookâs mouth opens, but youâre quick to explain. âBefore you ask. No, I didnât hide my bike anywhere. It needs some fixing, so my co-worker took it because he knows someone whoâll do it. And because he owes me a favour.â
âRight⊠how unfortunate.â He pauses; runs his tatted digits through the hair you longed to touch minutes ago. They look so silky, it makes you sick. His eyes settle on you, intrigued before he adds, âSo, you have a bike, huh?â
âYeah⊠why?â
âNo reason. I do, too.â
âMmmh,â you voice, nodding to the road ahead to suggest moving. He follows, trudging next to you again. âYou didnât use it today?â
âNoâŠâ He pats the camera bag. âDidnât want to harm my equipment.â
You hum approvingly, fingers entangling in front of your body. You inch closer to his arm, nudging his shoulder with yours before you flash a sugary smile and say, âThank you. For caring even a little, you know? Even if youâre always like that, itâs nice to see you like this for once.â
âIâm usually like this,â is what he, however, merely answers, accompanied by air quotes.
But you know youâve gotten through to him at least a little. Melted bits of the frozen parts of his heart that feel so vexed by you on other nights. In truth, you think, thereâs nothing but a delicate organ pumping behind his ribcage.
Heâs not a robot; Jeon Jungkook is undeniably humane. If anything, then more than most people you have ever met.
And it shows when he looks away, barely able to hide his smile. You see it even from here â that the gesture does something to his eyes. Nearly squints them shut, makes them smaller, more joyful.
You inhale, proud of yourself. Watch as he toys with his lip rings before he asks eventually, âWhat do you mean owing you a favour, by the way?â
He sounds almost offended. You think heâll ask about that favour, reprimand you for giving away your bike tonight of all nights. Tell you off for dragging him here, doing something big enough to entrust an entire motorcycle to somebody.
But instead, he continues with a question you never foresaw, âAre you in a quarrel with them? Am I not your arch-enemy?â
You burst into laughter immediately, covering your mouth as the other palm touches his arm. Thereâs a bulging bicep under his blazer, but youâll focus on that later.
Right now, youâre fairly occupied by the satisfied eyes; he doesnât really expect an answer. He wanted to make you laugh⊠Why does that set something loose in your brain?
âOh⊠are you jealous? What if I told you itâs somebody else who occupies my mind at night and not you?â you wonder, wiggling your eyebrows.
âDonât do this to me. Iâll find your co-worker and fight them for your enemyship. Word of honour.â
âItâs enmity. And stop flirting with me,â you tell him, moving towards him again, shoulder hitting shoulder. âOr is it something else with arch-enemies?â
This time, he doesnât veil his grin. Itâs bright, pretty, reminiscent of the light shed on you underneath the lampposts. And his pupils; whenever you see them clearly enough, you recognise the sky in them. Borrowed stars inside.
You shake your head a second later, winding down from your fit of laughter, and tell him, âYouâre not my arch-enemy. Arch-enemies donât exist, and you know you arenât one. You justâŠâ You stall, your voice quieter now. âYou just regard me as one.â
He throws you an indecipherable look. Hints of joking, shreds of seriousness, you think. His gaze drifts back to the path again, regarding a passing group of three friends briefly. His hands slide into the pockets of his jacket, and he sniffles once before he uttersâ
âNo, I don't.â
Ah. Ah.
Why do your eyebrows relax the way they do? And your shoulders; already in ease, yet they seem to fall in relief. You peer at him wordlessly; he doesnât demand an answer, fully aware youâre looking at him.
And you donât ask what youâve been to him ever since he saw you at the first party probably a year ago; what irked him, what delighted him. If he thought about you at all.
Instead, you look at the neon words in the next street, asking, âAre you hungry?â
2:19AM, Him
Youâre irritating to the core.
You always have been. But heâd be lying if he didnât admit you amused him a little. No matter how much youâve been wasting his time, you allowed a smile in this ill-lit night. Nobody else at the party did â so in some sense, youâve already won, and somehow, heâs even grateful.
Grateful that youâre optimistic about the world at least. Glad that you suggested fetching food. Endeared by the way you thanked him for his care. Surprised that you ride a motorcycle! Relieved that you have good humour.
Even though his own humour and smile dissipate after you enter one of the few open stores still providing late night snacks. The girl behind the counter looks tired, but straightens a little when the two of you flash a polite smile.
She greets with a sweet, âHi!â but Jungkook sees the lethargy in her drooping eyes immediately. Poor girl.
But youâre as enthusiastic as ever; maybe a little more now, maybe observing the same as him. You put your hands on the counter like a child â the image is somewhat cute. But what comes out of your mouth is not.
âUhm⊠Could I have a portion of cheese tteokbokki, please? And then⊠A half and half corndog for my husband.â
Your⊠what now?
Excuse me?
Jungkook throws an immediate and scorching look your way, utterly surprised. When you meet his eyes, his thick eyebrows are closer than anybodyâs ever seen. He huffs your suggestion away, and then corrects, âIâm not her husband. And Iâll take the chicken wrap.â
You chuckle, leaning into him, shielding your mouth with a hand as you warn, âTheyâre not usually very good at this store. Trust me.â
âI know what Iâm doing.â
Right. He does. After the disaster of finding the damn bus and the deception caused by your shoes, he wonât trust you very easily anymore. His opinion clearly differs from yours, so heâll bank on his gut feeling.
Satisfied when you shrug, as if to indicate, âIf you say so,â he walks over to the window seats with you in tow, looking out to the peaceful streets. Once seated, he turns towards you, peering until you notice and ask far too purely, âWhat?â
âNot even your boyfriend, no⊠Jumped straight to making me your husband, huh?â
The lift of your shoulders brushes his concerns aside; your eyes are incredibly innocent and even somehow playful when you say, âI thought itâd be fun.â
âWas it really?â
âWell, your reaction was funny, at least.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes in disbelief. Youâre courageous, he must admit. Social anxiety must fear you â is that how you live life? Unabashed, spirited, not a sheer care for anything that wonât actually hurt you.
He doesnât know if youâre insane or if heâs jealous.
But he still reiterates, âYouâre crazy. And it was embarrassing.â
âI mean,â you say, moving on your chair, folding your fingers on top of the counter but still looking at him, âit was embarrassing because you made it. Itâs honestly whatever.â You blow a raspberry, and then take a swing again, âWhy is it awkward anyway? Weâll never be here together again.â
He whispers a hushed, âThankfully,â and you tap the counter with a click of your tongue. He gets it; you live differently. Thatâs fine. As long as you donât pull him into your mischief, itâs fine.
Right?
Heâs right, isnât he? He knows that in his personal opinion he is; yet, he canât help but feel that sting, suddenly deeming himself as boring. Youâre never bored, are you?
AnywayâŠ
âEven if you do something like this again,â he tells you, âat least tell me.â
âI mean, that would kinda prevent your genuine reactions from happening, but⊠if it makes you happy.â You grin at him, and he scoffs; wants to say something before the girl calls for you. âFood is ready.â
A couple seconds later, the two of you have settled back into place; at the sight of the snack, Jungkook salivates. He didnât realise how hungry he actually was. The buzz and fuzz of a party makes one forget such an essential thing fast.
Or maybe, he was just immersed in his work.
The chicken smells good, at least. Or are these your tteokbokki? He canât quite discern the scent right now; his mind is fogged by his appetite. Silently, he unwraps his food, swallowing before he digs into the wrap.
So far, so good⊠seems edible. He keeps chewing; swallows some more. But as the taste starts to sink in and he realises the sogginess of the wrap, the lack of proper sauces and the dryness as well as the blandness of the chickenâŠ
He pauses. Where⊠are the flavours?
Slowing down, he glances at his meal. Inspects it as if heâs holding an entirely new recipe in his hands. A look of realisation creeps upon his face, unaware of your gaze, and he soon hears an amused snicker from the side.
You donât say much when your eyes align. Only, âAnd?â
He knows heâs already lost when his expression changes, cringing; when he canât answer right away, only gaping at you in confusion. Still thinking about where this recipe went wrong.
He answers, âItâs fineâŠâ
But you catch his obvious lie; he sees it in the way you smile so devilishly. Cocking an eyebrow, enjoying another bite of your snack without ever averting your eyes. Then, you put the tiny wooden fork back into the dish, propping your cheek on your fist.
You wait; he doesnât know what for. For him to eat again? Maybe; because you soon ask, âDo you want something else?â
âNah.â His answer is instant this time. âI can do this. Iâm an omnivore.â
âAh, yeah. An omnivore friend right here.â You laugh, curious when he takes another bite. And then, âJungkook, itâs okay to admitâŠâ
But he wonât listen. Only makes a disapproving sound, stuffing his mouth with another horrendous bite. Shit; he canât confess that you were right. That you were actually right this time.
Suddenly, heâs craving a cup of ramyeon.
But he should keep eating. Wash it down with his drink, empty the soda. And heâs almost halfway through when he notices a movement from your direction, like youâre playing with your food.
Only, he realises that you are not; rather separating the tteokbokki in two halves before shoving the porcelain dish towards him. He shakes his head, but you persist, âTake it, man.â
It does look goodâŠ
But⊠are you going to use the satisfaction his defeat may give you? Probably. But fuck⊠Fuck it.
Reluctantly, he lets the wrap fall onto the small plate, gulping down the remainder of what he just bit off, and then, accepts your generosity with a nod. And⊠whether itâs because of the disappointment the wrap brought or the late hungerâŠ
Jungkook thinks heâs levitating above clouds, floating towards the sun.
Itâs good. Very damn good.
And when you ask again this time, âShould we get another?â his nod comes promptly, chest risen in satisfaction as he states, âThatâd be great.â
âAlright. Be right back.â
âNah,â he says, lifting an arm as if to protect you. Mid-action, you halt, sliding back up onto your seat. âStay here. Iâll get it⊠All good.â
So he does; enjoys the look of surprise when his other hand even carries dessert, four pieces of matcha mochi ice cream. He says, âThis is for you.â
You gasp. He canât deny that itâs sweet â the elation, the big eyes, the palms coming together in delight. How you look between the food and him, suddenly wiggling your feet.
âYou seem to like it,â he notes, and you nod feverishly, telling him that, âYes! Been craving it since we came in. Thank you!â
âOh. You shouldâve told me earlier! We couldâve gotten it. No worries.â
âItâs okay. I wanted to see if my dessert stomach still allowed anything. Didnât disappoint me today.â
Jungkook gets to his own tteokbokki, halving it in the middle the way you did, pushing it towards you. Itâs weird to think about it like this, but â considering how long the two of you have known each other, you might almost look like⊠friends.
And you donât feel quite like an enemy either. Youâre even⊠kind of nice. Friendly; harmless.
âIâm glad,â Jungkook responds, only looking towards the entrance when another group of three friends, two girls, a guy, enter. Then back to you, âSorry. You were right. This,â he points to the poor, sad wrap, âwas shit.â
âSee? My first instinct almost never lies. And I know this store from other places⊠the wraps are never good.â
âSure, but⊠your first instinct isnât always right, though, is it? You did get us lost, so it was wrong at least once.â
âHm⊠was it, though?â
Jungkook regards you in confusion as you put another piece on your tongue, working on the chewy thing as he asks, âWhat do you mean? We had no clue where we wââ
âYeah, I mean. I agree. But⊠I donât think it was that wrong. Becauseââ
You lick your lips clean off the tteokbokki sauce, smacking them. You look child-like, but pretty when you indulge in your element, uncaring about everything, just living. Maybe itâs not that bad that youâre bold.
And maybe, just maybe, he can power through this night easily after all; especially if you keep saying things that soothe his chest, things likeâ
âBecause my first instinct brought me to you.â
2:49AM, Him
The temperatures are falling as the night proceeds, and the second portion of the mochi ice cream adds to the pleasant chill.
Jungkook wonders how youâre doing; your dress is skimpier than his jeans, and your arms bare. But your stance and your speech are still inconspicuous, skin free of goosebumps, your walk elegant, leisurely.
Judging from your occasional hums and your ceaseless optimism, youâre enjoying this journey. It almost makes him feel bad; guilty about how adamantly he refused all this just an hour ago.
It hasnât been too bad. Sure, youâre bold and intrepid, and yeah, in some ways he is, too â but his courage stems from other motivations. From adrenaline-loaded activities or joyful, temporary pains. Like his tattoos; his motorcycle; the summer he bungee-jumped for the first time.
Youâre a different kind of daring; you challenge your limits in crowds and consider life a respectful joke. You donât ever hurt anyone, he doesnât think â you just go and see how far you can push yourself.
Perhaps in some sense, the two of you complement each other while simultaneously seeming to be cut from the same wood. Perhaps youâre different, but then again, not so much.
Youâre quiet; you werenât until you left the snack bar. As for now, however, you seem distracted, swallowing heaps of your dessert as you scan the surroundings youâve led the two into. Youâre somewhat unfazed by it, yet peering as though youâve been here before.
Which, in retrospect, makes sense. Youâve been wanting to show him places you enjoy after all.
When the silence extends, Jungkook, along with the chirping of the nightlife, breaks it with a, âYou know what?â
Your head swerves to his side, the wooden fork in your mouth. The pure gaze you give him throws him off guard for a moment â itâs somewhat sweet. But as he regains himself, he says, âI didnât think weâd get to a housing scheme here. The main street is super close, but the vibe is so different.â
âI know. Itâs a little scary at night when youâre alone. Gives very Desperate Housewives, doesnât it? Secrets veiled behind shut curtains.â You draw closer, imitating a spooky gesture. âBut I liked coming here when I was younger.â
Bingo. He thought so.
âAh⊠why?â
âMy friend lived here,â you explain with a tilt towards a random direction; he doubts the friend lived in just the house you gestured to, âsheâs long moved out of course, but weâd play on these streets back then. Most of the neighbours knew me, too!â
Jungkook tsks, hauling his own bite out of the cup, and you add, âNo, seriously! We could just knock at anybodyâs door here, and theyâd let me in.â
âNot if they moved out, too. A lot of time has passed.â
You bob your head. âTime has passed indeed. It does so pretty fast.â
âDoesnât it?â
You seem to get into overdrive, gearing up; he didnât think this topic would rev you up like this, but it appears you have a somewhat firm and fond opinion about the passing of time. Jungkook recognises the sentiment before you speak â the light of the lampposts reflects in your eyes like glitter.
Only, he doesnât foresee what you say next, your tone teasing through the joy you displayâ
âYeah! Like. Do you remember when I told you to not get the wrap and you still diââ
âShut up.â
The roll of his eyes isnât anything new; but the faint feeling that accompanies it, something akin to amusement, certainly is.
âOkay, but. Seriously,â you start again, sly smirk falling, voice neutralising the mock, âit felt different here. Because like, you know, where I live, it gets crowded. Iâm not too far from the city centre, so⊠this place always felt really peaceful to me. Jieun and I played together a lot.â
Jungkook frowns.
âJieun?â
âHm? Oh. The friend I spoke about? Sheâs pretty cool.â
âAh⊠Right, right.â
âMhmm,â you hum, the end of your small fork tapping the bottom of the nearly finished cup, âyou know another way to know that time passes really fast?â You pause for effect, then add, âItâs been ages since we saw each other for the first time.â
âRight. At a party, too, right? When was that anyway?â
âHmm⊠Like.â You ponder, blinking, looking up to the sky. âLike two years ago?â
Jungkookâs eyes widen; if youâd asked him, he wouldâve estimated a year tops. If he digs in his memory thoroughly enough, he could probably even remember what you wore that day; what you looked like.
It doesnât feel like two years. Youâre right â time truly does pass like the wind.
âWow,â he exclaims, âitâs been this long since you started pestering me?â
âShut up,â itâs your turn to blurt, your body swaying towards him until you push him to the side of the vacant road. âI didnât even come near you most of the time.â
âI know, I know. You were fun to look at, though. Seemed to enjoy yourself every single time.â
Shit, why did he say that? Shouldnât he hold onto the image he fostered; the one thatâs permanently irked by you, throwing snarky remarks throughout the night?
AndâŠ
Didnât this just break the banter, the frenemyship â frenmity? â the two of you have going on? Was it too nice? Itâll probably surprise you. Then again, is he a damn child? Why would he worry about such things? Question his own kindness?
Why would he hold onto his ego and deny you his humane side when youâve been nothing but lovely to him all night?
The young adult rivalry is over, Jeon Jungkook. Look at her and fucking admit that youâre the arrogant one.
But funnily enough, you donât seem to notice anyway.
âHmmm, I do love my job,â you answer, âI have a lot of fun organising stuff. Doing something good for other people, right? See them enjoy it. I mean, of course there are days when things donât go as planned, but.â
You lift a shoulder, indulging in the final remnants of your chewy mochi and the melted matcha ice cream inside.
âI know. It happens to me, too.â
âReally? How?â
Jungkook waves towards the sky, lists, âHeavy rain, lots of traffic, too spontaneous, issues with the camera⊠etcetera. Anything can happen.â
âYeah â I get it. But yeah, I do love doing this. I meet a lot of nice people, too. And I guess that makes me feel very⊠blessed? It puts things into perspective.â
âHow so?â
âLike, it makes you see that most people arenât bad.â
Huh. Odd. Not that heâd ever deem the entire globe vile, putting a standardised label that he can impossibly prove. But as far as he has seen⊠too many people arenât good either.
âReally?â he asks. âThatâs a lucky thing to experience.â
You look genuinely surprised, turning towards him when you ask, âYou donât?â
âUhm â rarely. I do enjoy photography. Always have.â His mind zooms into a glinting memory from the past, and his shoulders and voice rise when he recalls, âYâknow⊠My dad got me one of those yellow disposable Kodak cameras when I was a kid. I loved it so much.â
You nod; if he didnât know better, heâd almost say you look⊠delighted. Actually interested.
âAnd events and weddings,â he continues, âtheyâre beautiful to capture. Itâs probably the lights and the pretty people. And just⊠the memories?â
This time, he looks away, straight to the road; if he hadnât, heâd know that your gaze is definitely fond now. No doubt about it. You listen in closely.
Itâs the first time heâs talking to you like this, or to anyone â or for this long, for that matter. Most of your conversations were fleeting, fiery, a petulant back and forth that â he now realises â couldâve been something else, something better, too.
âBut then it just sucks when so many of them canât appreciate it properly,â he explains, raising his hands to emphasise, tone galled. âI mean, I look at my camera and I see a tool to create art. Itâs⊠nothing I take for granted. Just think about it.â
The ball of fire in his chest grows; he feels it warm up, gassed-up. âA thing that can hold onto moments in absolute high definition, so that you can still remember them years later? The 18th century couldnât have imagined. They needed to commit everything to memory just like that.â
âWow, Jungkook⊠You really do love this, too.â
His arms fall to the side. He inhales the fresh flurry of air. Rethinks his passion for his job and says, âYeah. Yeah, I guess I do.â
ââŠBut?â
He knows whatâs missing.
âI love the art, but I hate the clients. The event hosts. Not you, but the one even above you.â
Jungkook reckons this was a confession that long sat on his tongue unmentioned. Of course he thought about it; is always reminded when he attends these functions, standing at the back, at the front, left and right, unnoticed and taken for granted.
But now that itâs out and that heâs finally verbalised it to somebody⊠it definitely liberates something in his head.
You see his issue with these gatherings; he knows you do because heâs figured out this much. Youâre filled with enough empathy, sympathy, every grand word ending on the same syllable to acknowledge his disappointment.
But youâre filled with humour and absurdity, too, evident in the answer you provide to diffuse the tension.
âSo, thatâs why youâre always in a foul mood.â
âShuââ
âShut up, yeah, yeah.â You giggle, but then halt for a moment, toying with the rim of your paper cup, âBut you know, I think art is worth something even if just one person appreciates it. If it helps in any way⊠Iâm always impressed. And I always appreciate it when I call you and you come despite finding me so annoying.â
One corner of your lips lifts, the smile humble and light; sends a pang of guilt through him. Have you always been so nice?
âAlso, I do see the pictures almost every single time,â you add, âand youâre so good at this. At the job itself and the editing afterwards. Honestly.âÂ
ââŠYou think?â
Damn.
Jungkook would probably not bask in this hobby, continue his job if he wasnât proficient in what he does. Heâs known about his prowess ever since he was young.
But praises do offer a sense of magical warmth, donât they? He doesnât think any creative mind ever sickens of such unexpected support. And the way you say it⊠makes him want to never lay down his camera.
âOf course, yes,â you confirm, ânot to shoot up your ego, but⊠you once sent a set of pictures where I found one of me. Donât know if you even noticed? I was wearing that lilac dress and curls, I still remember â andââ
Stuck on the mention of your clothing, he immediately attaches a detail to the memory, âSleeveless dress. Long silver earrings, right?â
âOh⊠rightâŠâ
Right.
He wonât mention that he looked at that picture for just a second longer than at the others that night. Noticed for the first time how pretty you were. Not too deep of a thought, a twelve second stare, but⊠you wore this vibrant smile on that picture, and in some way, he did hope youâd see it, too.
It seems you did. He feels satisfied, proud even.
âRight,â you repeat, your defences somehow down, âuhm. I printed the picture. Still have it somewhere.â
Jungkook has already often wondered what people do with the pictures; put them in albums? Frame them and pin them over their couch? Right now, he also wonders â do you look at it a lot?
And this again begs the question â when you do, does your decision to book a vendor like him fill you with pride? Like your choice was right?
âThatâs so nice,â he says.
âAll that to say,â you inhale, âthat I think youâre really fucking skilled.â
Woah. You werenât quite certain if your consolation would bring him any solace, but youâve done far more than that. Youâve shown him that you see what he does â and isnât this what every artist craves? To be seen?
The tension buzzes between him and you like electricity; he doesnât know if itâs just him lighting up or if youâre feeling a kindred link, too. But itâs somewhat intense in this moment of walking under the stars, surrounded by quietude and absolute pose.
The moment when two find an empty street in the middle of the night, realising that a conversation with each other isnât the end of the world after all?
That type of thing?
But he doesnât say any of it.
âYeah? Maybe. But itâs also true,â you argue, âIâm an honest person and I donât think Iâd say anything I didnât mean.â
âAh, yeah?â Jungkook voices, taking the emptied out ice cream cup and throwing it into the bin on the side of the road, along with his own.
âMhm, one hundred percent,â he hears you say, followed by a light, quiet smacking noise.
He doesnât see what youâre doing until he arrives back where you stand; watches you lick the sticky rest off the pad of your thumb, smiling when you stare up at him again. Itâs a mundane gesture; heâs done it ever since he was a kid.
But somehow, he canât stop looking.
Might be the way your lips curve when you do it, or how your eyes smile when your mouth does. The authenticity you portray is rare; perhaps he just confused it with madness until now.
Seconds pass, and with that, your smile does, too. As it fades and drops, replaced by a curious expression and big eyes, you soon mutter, âWhat?â
Thereâs no response to that, really. He doesnât know either.
He doesnât understand how you turned out to be so right. How itâs such an ultimate truth that a serene night brings out a dreamy alter ego, hitherto undetected. Jungkook has never felt like much of a romantic, but right now, he thinks heâs on a different plane of reality.
This doesnât feel like Earth; and the town doesnât feel like the one he struts through during the day.
So maybe itâs not that wayward or groundless for him to lean in. To bend a bit more. Further and further until you laugh nervously; he knows youâre preparing to crack another joke, but you remain silent as he approaches.
Gauges your reaction. Will you run? You arenât.
Instead, you gulp; let your pupils fall to his piercings, just when his own gaze moves to your lips. His right hand, tattooed, led by its own will, reaches for your cheek until heâs cupping it; and suddenly, his mouth parts â whatâs happening? â and thenâ
And then, a vehicle roars from afar.
Both of you hear the motorcycle before you even see the blinding white light; he grips your arm, probably too harshly, dodging the street with you and jumping onto the pedestrian walk.
One must be crazy to still drive through the city at this hour. Right?
You pant, mixed with insane chuckles of relief, âShit. We almost died.â
âWe didnât,â he refutes, âwe had plenty of time.â
âOh no,â you stretch the last word, eyes squinting. An accusing forefinger points at him before you deduce, âWe almost died because you like me. Of all things!â
âI do not. You just looked kinda cute.â
Jungkook mightâve attempted an indifferent answer, but instead, he steered into an excuse that you do not accept at all. Your smirk is telling and satisfied, and if he wasnât trying to prove a point, your Cheshire Cat grin wouldâve made him laugh, too.
âBut you did almost kiss me,â you persist.
Ugh, youâre bold. Laughing like it means nothing; no embarrassment, no shy restraint in you. Which is probably not too bad; somehow even charming. Explains the rosy dust on his cheeks at least. He feels it in the heat, canât believe he almost kissed you just now.
Why does he feel like a hormonal adolescent? Itâs not like heâs never kissed anybody.
Youâre still enclosed by pure delight, nudging his arm repeatedly, annoyingly. And when he doesnât answer, choosing reticence instead, you nearly shriek, as if he confirmed all you just said.
His instinctive hand slaps up to your mouth, covering it, shushing you. Youâre still smiling, working on removing his palm, but before your nonsense can proceed, a sudden light flickers in the corner of Jungkookâs eye.
Immediately, he seeks out the source, soon finding a room in the house left to him lighting up. You woke somebody, it seems. A silhouette becomes clearer, its edges more refined with every second, and just before the owner of the place can shove the curtains aside, you grip Jungkookâs hand.
Within a moment, he finds himself tugged away by you, running, nearly stumbling over his own feet. You blurt, âBetter get away before they kill us.â
As you leave the tranquil settlement behind, Jungkook still hears a voice from an open window, cursing the younger generation as they do; and then, out of the damn blue, a fucking dog barks.
When you turn over your shoulder, mouth dropping open, Jungkook knows youâre thinking the same as him â this happens outside of cinematic universes, too?
It takes a minute until youâve reached another road again; one of the kind heâs more familiar with. The city type. The two of you come to a halt near some pole, and you let his hand go, leaning against it.
For a moment, you work on catching your breath, Jungkookâs hands settling on his thighs. And then, when your eyes meet, you burst into a fit of laughter, followed by a playful wiggle of his eyebrows to which you respond, âDonât act innocent. This is your fault.â
âWhat? You were lauââ
âBecause of you! Oh, I know you want me so bad.â
Youâre jesting, of course. Swaying your head, poking his chest, a brat straight out of some TV show. But what you can do, heâs been perfecting for years.
So he answers in kind, âAnd if I did?â
Only for you to utter something that not even his brain can compute.
âIf you did? Then⊠I think Iâd let you.â
âAh⊠Yeah? Why?â
âBecauseâ I think youâre just half as bad.â
His snicker is half amused, half flattered. He purses his lips, nodding, and then declares, âYouâre just a quarter as bad. But guess Iâve gotten so tired that Iâve started doing weird shit.â
You click your tongue, puffing out a breath, instantly reacting when he only flicks your chin and then walks away. Your startled expression prevails, a distance between him and you established, but just as he puts his hands in his jeans, he hears you finally follow.
âHey,â you voice from behind, tapping his arm, âare you really tired?â
âI was kidding, but. Honestly? A little.â
ââŠHmm. You know, my friend lives in an apartment nearby. Jieun? Didnât move too far from her old home. We could stop there.â
Jungkookâs left eyebrow leaps up, surprised by the suggestion; the idea doesnât sound too bad. ButâŠ
âWasnât the deal to go around for a whole night, though?â
âOhhh. Are you starting to like it?â
Youâre observant, heâll give you that.
âIâm just saying,â he adds, âand also, would she just let a stranger in?â
âOh, sheâs very civilised and hospitable. She wouldnât mind, and sheâs known me for ages. She trusts me.â Maybe you detect the hesitation in his eyes and the twitch of the corner of his lips, because you immediately carry on, âWe can just stay for an hour and then go.â
âWould she be awake, even?â
âSheâs a night owl. I know that.â
âUhmâŠâÂ
He ponders. In some way, heâs kind of liking the breeze, the quiet side of this town. But⊠would Jieun find that weird? Then again, can he say no? Youâre ogling at him with these hopeful eyes; maybe you need the rest, after all.
âOkay,â he says; he even thinks you jump a bit in joy, nodding.
âOkay! Youâll like her. We can leave with newfound energy afterwards. Okay, cool.â
Thatâs all you need to lead the way. You look around a little, making sure youâre approaching the right direction, and when you find your confidence again, you march ahead.
Your walk is energetic, not too idle anymore, your beam as dashing and fervid as ever. Jungkook knows his way around editing programs; heâs added wings to pictures before or removed unwelcome passersby on an otherwise great photo.
He even understands how to surround a body or silhouette with a glow; but heâs never seen it around an actual person outside of all these graphics editors before.
Your body is so clearly encircled by it.
Bedazzling.
Screw the 18th century. Even in these modern times of advancement, Jungkook doesnât think he needs a camera to commit you to memory.
3:25AM, Her
You avert your eyes from the phone and turn towards Jungkook, reaching him where heâs planted firmly in front of the apartment complex. Heâs been waiting, back settled against the wall, and as you near, his eyebrows rise in question.
Your friend didnât respond until now â but just as you foretold, sheâs still awake at this ungodly hour.
âOkay. Sheâs home, but,â you explain, already ringing the bell to her apartment, âshe said sheâd be leaving soon. Sounds like sheâs in a rush. Typos and all.â
Jungkook waits until the buzzing sound of the opening door ceases and youâve stepped inside, leading him up the stairs, and then wonders again with big eyes, âAnd sheâll just let us stay? Alone at her apartment?â
You wave his concerns off with a handâs gesture, âShe trusts me, dude. Iâve done this a couple times.â
âWhat for?â
Hm⊠you dive back into the old days. Some new, some old. What were they again? Theyâre mostly blurred, but some of them are carved in your core memory.
âOh, justâŠâ you reminisce. âIf I wanted to meet guys and wouldnât want to bring them home back when I was still with my parents? Or when Iâd need a night to sober up. They wouldâve killed me if Iâd come home drunk. And Jieun moved out early.â
âHow old is⊠Jieun anyway?â
Old. Not really, but you like to vex her to the point of a pout. Sheâs patient, but sheâs also an incredibly close friend â you allow yourself to be a brat with her and she allows herself to roll her eyes.
âEarly 90s kid?â you guess. âA little older than us.â
â93, as far as you remember.
âAh. Damn,â he voices; you donât know why.
âOkay.â You climb the last steps to the second floor, halting in front of a white door with a copper number six on top of it. Knock thrice. âHere goes.â
She mightâve been getting ready close to the door, working on her shoes or questing for her keys. Because she opens mere three seconds later, with a radiant smile on her face able to melt hearts, and a comfortable attire thatâs, however, not comfortable enough to wear at home.
A thin sweatshirt and a bun, loose strands framing her pretty face, and shorts that are definitely meant to be worn outside. She wonât be here for long. And youâre focused on this very fact and her hurry so much that you nearly donât register how shy Jungkook gets.
His voice is somewhat smaller than before when he looks at her; your eyes shift to him, and heâs blinking before he finally breaks and mutters, âOh. Hi.â
âHey!â she retorts; she looks so sweet saying it. You understand his perplexity. âDate?â
âNah. Just a friend,â you answer, which, yet again â very confusing â makes him hum in question. If he started regarding himself as your date all of a sudden, you swearâŠ
You smile.
âJust a friend,â you repeat.
âFabulous. So youâre not walking around alone, at least,â Jieun concludes, letting you in. In the living room, a hand on her kitchen island, she points through an open door, âOkay, so, the guest room bed is made. Use blankets on it, if you want to rest.â
Her finger shifts to signal to the entrance you came through, imitates a pulling motion, âDonât worry about locking the door whenever you leave. Also got some leftover food in the fridge, but thereâs also cup ramyeon and some frozen pizza in the freezer. Sorry⊠I need to go shopââ
But you interrupt, shaking your head, âOh, no worries, really. We just ate, so weâll just stay here for a little, work off the food coma and leave. Wonât damage anything.â
âI know you wonât, baby.â
She moves to fetch her purse from the couch, and Jungkook uses the moment to whisper in your ear, âWhere is she going anyway?â
You donât know; you shrug your shoulders, pursing your lower lip, but echo his question a moment later, louder than him, âWhere are you going anyway?â
Previously cramming in her purse, checking it for content, she looks at you again, telling you, âAh⊠Jongsuk is having a bad night and wants me to come over.â Regarding Jungkook, she adds, âMy boyfriend. Heâs an insomniac and got stoned tonight, too, and justââ
Jieun blows a raspberry, raising a hand for a whatever gesture, and Jungkook mumbles, âOof. SoundsâŠâ
âYeah⊠I know. In any case. Make yourself comfortable, okay?â
âYes. Thank you so much.â
âThanks, Jieun,â you repeat.
She nods once more, waving her tiny hand and flashes one last smile before sheâs out the door and has left you in full silence. You shuffle your feet for just a second before you look at him again; he still looks somewhat in a daze.
So you ask, âWhatâs wrong?â
âHm? Nothing.â
Nothing, right⊠thatâs what they all say after seeing Lee Jieun for the first time. You try not to think too hard about the teeny tiny sting in your enormous, delicate heart. Only let him know, âDonât worry too much. What could happen? She does trust me.â
You take a couple steps towards the bedroom she offered you, and you hear him follow. Look at the neatly made bed, a thought occurring; but you donât entertain it yet. Only add, âBesides, she owes me.â
He chuckles. âThatâs how you live your life, huh?â
âItâs alright. Weâll just be here for an hour. Sheâs known me all her life, so nothing to doubt here. And also, think about it,â the tip of your forefinger taps against your temple, âeven if something did happen or went missing, sheâd know where to find me and whom to report.â
He waits, ogles at you. Then presses his lips together, nods as if you made all the sense in the world, and lifts a shoulder â agreeing, âIf you say so. Then uhm â letâs lay down for a bit?â
âSure! Iâll just sleep in her room, so you can have your privacy here.â
âMhm. Okay.â
You stand at the door frame for a moment, feet unmoving.
Heâs already turned away. And you regret not walking away when you watch him unabashedly take off the blazer and provide a glimpse to his snatched waist as inked fingers scratch his back briefly, shirt moving up. But then itâs covering his skin again.
Flawless back; pretty golden. A little further up, and youâre sure you wouldâve seen strong shoulder blades, too. Heâs worn fancy dress shirts at luxurious events before â you know many would kill for his built, because youâve seen his bicep flex before.
You forget where you are for a second, but when he opts to turn, eyes on you for just a heartbeat, you stir. Blurt out an awkward apology, and then leave. Wish him a good night, barely waiting for one back before you close the door.
You laugh quietly at yourself.
Her room is just next door; you already mentally prepare for a nap. Meanwhile, Jungkook plumps onto the bed, groaning when the comfort hits, and works on getting used to the ceiling, if only briskly.
He only notices how much his head is spinning when he closes his eyes, ready to doze off. Should he set an alarm? He doesnât want to still be here by the time Jieun returns. Maybe he should tell you, too.
But his body wonât move.
Yet, in the time heâs failed to make up his mind, he suddenly hears a knock at the door again. Must be you â must be telepathy.
He tells you to enter, and you do with a shy demeanour; only thirty seconds must have passed, right? A minute, tops. He looks at you in wonder, and you explain, âShe uhâ locked her room. No clue where the keys are. Guess thatâs why she specifically pointed out the guest room.â
You nibble your lip, getting no answer back. He looks just as much out of ideas as you, and you still refuse to bring back the thought from before; yet, you ask, âWhat do we do now?â
âWellâŠâ He looks around, though there is not much to take in. âI can sleep on the couch?â
ââŠThe couch is too small.â
âOkay. Then Iâll just sleep on the floor.â Heâs already working on getting up, no hesitation, scratching through his now messy hair, feet moving on the fluffy carpet. âIâll take one of those pillows, though. Carpet should be good enoâ what are you doing?â
Youâve charged towards the bed, climbed past him until youâre sitting behind him, facing his back and his craning neck. You say, âIâm not giving you that pillow.â
âWhy?â
âYou canât sleep on the floor.â
ââŠWhy not?â
You throw an unbelieving look, as if itâs obvious. Your flat hand gestures towards the carpet vaguely, and you argue, âItâs uncomfortable.â
âListen, I should. This or the couch, nothing else left.â Itâs crazy to you how he doesnât even consider the bed instead of giving it up for you. âItâs just an hour. Donât worry about it.â He stretches a hand towards you, curling his fingers in a grabby motion. âCome on. Gimme that.â
Youâre astonished â beyond pleased about the fact that he cares like this. That heâs so⊠mindful and humble. You give up; he wonât falter and you know.
âOkay⊠then take this blanket, too.â
He grabs the second one that Jieun provided, head bowing a little as he says, âThank you.â
The proceeding minutes you spend preparing for bed, slightly discomforted by your dress, pass in half-awkward, half-comfortable silence. He lays down on his unusual spot, and you cuddle into the blanket on your light, soft side.
As the rustling of blankets and sheets subsides, it gives way to the sound of the ticking clock; you focus on it, count the clicks like sheep.
But sleep doesnât quite fall upon you yet, and you guess Jungkook feels similar when he calls your name and asks, âWhat does she owe you?â
Your head moves towards his voice, even though he canât see you. âHuh?â
âJieun. What does she owe you? And your coworker.â
âOh. Uh. Honestly, just kindness.â
You can already see it â doe eyes rolling at another one of your cryptic answers. You know people donât fathom your thoughts very well, and some feel annoyed by your dreamy outlook of the world. You donât mind, but you wonder what heâs thinking.
But all he responds with is, âWhat?â
âWell, just. Theyâve known me for ages. Iâve been there for Jieun for so long, and Jongin has always been so incredibly nice to me. Picked me up when I was dead drunk once and brought me home. Got me medicine and everything. And Iâve lent him some comfort over the years, too.â
It hasnât been too long, so you remember. Youâve been good friends with him ever since you started your job; a steady part of your team. He and you have got each otherâs back.
âThese two are friends,â you say, âand I think kindness is the most we can give our loved ones.â
Jungkook hesitates. Have you bored him to sleep? Or is he pondering your words, thinking of you as weird? Maybe notâ
Because he actually converses, asking, âYou think? Doesnât that mean weâre just kind to them then, so they can be kind to you in return?â
âI mean⊠yes and no. Owing might be the wrong word. Iâm not nice to others to get something back. Iâm like this because I want to be and because the world can be shitty and itâs important to be nice, and in return, I want people to be nice to me, too. Itâs not an eye to eye kind of thing, itâs just about. Spreading affection in relationships. Itâs what theyâre here for.â
ââŠHm. Is this why youâre never rude to me? Even when I deserve it,â he asks, registering a hum. âYou know⊠you think really⊠uniquely.â
This is a nice way to phrase it at least. People like you; youâre good with them. But sometimes, they can be mean, too. Not that you mind. Itâs natural â people occur in all types and shapes.
âBut is it unique, though? Isnât it a given?â you question.
âYeah, probably, I justâ never thought of it this deeply.â
âMmmh. So is me thinking uniquely a compliment? I canât say.âÂ
He laughs, and you join immediately, exclaiming an, âIâm serious!â in the middle of it all. Jungkookâs snicker is authentic, so you enjoy hearing it; but you like his answer even better.
âMaybe. I just⊠I feel like a lot of people try to be different these days. Or play a role to be perceived a certain way? But I think youâre genuine â you actually mean the things you say without any hidden intention to make people forcefully like you, right?â
An intention? Oddly phrased. You think, though⊠that what he said was nice.
Still, you confirm, âI donât try to be anyone for people to like me.â
âI didnât say otherwise! This is actually just what I meant. Besides, people like you anyway because youâre you.â As if heâs reading your mind. âThatâs what I was saying.â
You hum, blinking at the ceiling and the little modern light hanging there, the beam off. The darkness pleasant. You conjure another question and ask, âSo you think me being me is a good thing?â
You always considered it was. You like being you. But Jungkook didnât like whatever makes up your personality â has this changed? Apparently.
âOf course,â he surprisingly answers, âitâs always a good thing. And just because I disagree with some of your characteristics, it doesnât mean everybody will.â Oh. Well. But waitâ âOr maybe, Iâm just a moaner.â
Well.
âThat you are,â you verify.
âDamn.â
âBut, butâ youâre kind, too, you know? Not everyone says the things you just said.â
âMaybe.â
âSoâŠâ you stall, rethinking his prior words. âDo you still disagree with all those characteristics of mine?â
Another joyous sound tumbles out of him, much in the form of a breather than a laugh; hushed, but you still hear it clearly. Perhaps youâre being a little awkward; but in all honesty, you hope heâs just finding it amusing, somewhat cute.
âI mean â youâre too blunt. But brave, like, I could never. The thing you did at the shop? Never. But this isnât bad. And you arenât bad.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
His voice is a whisper. Reminds you of a feeling akin to temptation; your mind automatically imagines the susurrating sound near your ear, exhaling the very syllable he just did. Frankly, youâre absolutely tortured by the knowledge of him being this close.
That you could probably touch his face if you rolled over to the edge of the bed, letting your arm dangle, seeking his skin. That heâs in the same room, talking to you this gently, saying things that a girl doesnât hear too often these days anymore.
There it is. The intrusive thought from before⊠prevailing.
And youâre tortured by it. But mostly, by the image of him standing in front of you between the houses just a little time ago, staring at you, pupils flitting back and forth between your eyes and your lips. How he neared you. How he almost kissed you.
You mightâve joked about it then, but deep down, and especially now, youâre intrigued by the idea. Of the fantasy of a what if â what if heâd actually kissed you?
Taking a deep breath, you look to the side, staring at the door and call, âHey, Jungkook.â
âHm?â
âIs it uncomfortable down there?â
âUh⊠a little.â
You shuffle at your spot, turning to the side. âJust thinking. What good does it do if we donât rest well? What are we here for?â
ââŠWhat are you talking about?â
Pause. Quietude. You close your eyes, then open them again.
Youâre never shy; so you donât deem it an advantage for yourself to turn timid now either. You tell him, âCome up. I know you want to. I know I want you to.â
He doesnât say anything; you bite your tongue. Maybe it was a mistake. But then his voice chimes again, wondering, âAre you sure?â
Your answer is immediate.
âOf course. Yes, Iâm sure.â
âOkay⊠okay.â
As he starts to move, you gulp. You make place on the bed, moving to your previous side, pushing the blanket aside in case he wants to slip under it, too. The motions of his silhouette seem uncertain as he makes his way up to you, as if heâs uncomfortable with it.
âI⊠Was I wrongâŠ? Do you not want to?â you make sure.
âWhat?â you hear him say; see his head shake. âAh, thatâs not it. Just want to make sure youâre really okay with it. Iâm not the type of guy toâŠâ
âI know. Itâs fine. I donât think you are.â
âOkay.â The mattress bulges where he lays down before it evens out again. He emits a couple groaning sounds, probably glad to give his back something proper. You turn to him just when he says, âHonestly⊠thatâs a little better, yeah.â
âThought so. Are you tired?â
âDefinitely.â
âBut youâre not sleeping.â
âBecause youâre talking.â
Wrong. There was enough silence for him to nod off before. He was the one who started the conversation at all; you were ready to turn and toss and rest eventually.
When you donât respond, his head turns on his pillow, too; in the darkness that you got used to, you see his eyes twinkle. Both of you know that youâre looking at each other. And heâs kind of close â closer than you thought.Â
And⊠if youâre not wrong, he just inched nearer only a nanomoment ago. He repeats in a whisper, once more accusing, âYouâre talking, thatâs why.â
âThatâs really why, huh?â
âMhm.â
âThe only reason there really is?â
âWhat else could there be?â
You smile, brazen, letting out the courage youâve gathered, âWell, I know what else it is for me.â
âYeah?â
Daring a step further, you graze his shirt featherlightly; you donât know whether he notices. Not until he moves his hand, fingers ghosting near yours.
Waiting until you reveal with sheer, sudden heart palpitations, âI⊠I want you to kiss me. You do, too, donât you?â
He inhales, but doesnât exhale. What does it mean? You donât know.
You donât know what it is until you hear the smile in his words, gentle yet tantalising when he says, ââŠI do.â
âGood. Good. Then kiss me.â
And the rest proceeds without hesitation and without another plea.
His body moves as if on its own accord; he seems possessed, or controlled by a puppeteer. Warm lips lock with yours before you can draw another breath.
They feel soft, full, like tiny pillows, a contrast to the metal of his piercings. And they move gently, so carefully, like heâs still scared of crossing a line despite your permission. But when you lean into him, hoping for more proximity, he blossoms a little. Initiates more.
Oh, he, too, has been waiting for this, hasn't he?
A hand, nearly as warm as his kiss, slithers up to your face, holding you closer to him. The bangs that so often cover his forehead are tickling yours now, his head tilting to give his cute nose more space.
And with that, he deepens the kiss, too. Dares a step further, separating your lips with his, trying things out. He gauges your reaction as the tip of his tongue sneaks its way into the mix, and the moment you do the same, he dives in properly.
Kisses you just a little harder, tasting you, sighing into the movements as if all the weight of the world has dropped off his shoulders. As if heâs relieved, calmed down, resting for the first time tonight.
Yet, at the same time, heâs firing himself up â moving over your body slowly, holding onto your mouth to his best abilities, as if youâd disperse if he let go for too long. As if youâd change your mind.
He cages you in to keep you underneath, not touching your face anymore but shoving his fingers into your already tousled hair. If you were still in your right mind, youâd recognise how insane this situation is. Your younger self wouldâve never predicted such a moment to ever become part of your life.
But it is⊠it is so clearly being played into your hard drive; somehow, you already know itâll remain stuck in your memory: the way heâs kissing you, so thirsty, so insatiable. How heâs sighing, relaxed, yet sporting an audible heartbeat against your chest.
He uses moments of switching sides to breathe but continues right away; the keenness drives you crazy. You touch his shoulders and then wrap your arms around him firmly, making him hasten closer until heâs nearly falling onto you.
What in the heavenly make out sessions is thisâŠ
Itâs nasty, yet sweet. Followed by quick breaths; it takes merely a minute until you feel his lower body grinding into you, his jeans tight around his crotch all of a sudden. And the second you realise heâs hardening beneath them, your body reacts.
Reacts so effectively.
Your lower tummy tickles, dampness pooling below as he pushes into you again, harder this time. You moan, enticed by your goosebumps and the heavy bulge. Solid enough for you to crave him within a momentâs notice.
And it only worsens threefold when he whispers, âFuck⊠Somebody really knows how to kiss, huh?â
âYouâre talking. What was thisââ He so rudely interrupts with another peck, and you laugh into it. âYeah, thisâŠâ
Your last word dissipates like candle smoke; you donât even know why you bother to speak. Your voice is barely perceptible when his teeth remove the short sleeve of your dress, kissing your shoulder and then down to your cleavage.
Itâs easy to remove your dress; itâs light, summer-y â but he doesnât bare you just yet. Plays around at the mounds of your tits until he pushes the neck of the dress down a bit, asking, âMay I take it off?â
Oh, if you could count the times youâve imagined his veiny hands removing this damn dress just in the last fifteen minutesâŠ
âOf course,â you permit, âdo I look like Iâd reject you?â
âMmmh.â The hum is proud, satisfied, vocalised amidst another kiss to your clavicles. âJust making sure.â
Soft, warm hands trail up your leg, leaving a path of another set of goosebumps. You want him to stay right there on your thigh, knead the flesh, press into it, showcase the lust he feels in the beguiling pain.
But instead, he pushes up your dress, fingers ghosting over your ass â and when he doesnât find your panties but only bare skin, he stops kissing you. Looks at you. Makes out the string of your thong a second later â in the dark, you discern the way his lips round in captivation.
Heâs loving this.
He tugs at the string and lets it snap back into place; you gasp even though it doesnât hurt, but it drives you mad when he states, âWow. Very intriguing.â
Leaving it at this for just now, he kisses you again, tongues mingling once more before he releases a sharp, nearly aggressive hiss and mumbles, âHoly fuck. I canât stop.â
âI didnât tell you to stop,â you guarantee.
âGood. Good, good, good.â
The dress surrounds your waist now, stopping below your breasts, and Jungkook journeys down to drag his lips around the spots he hasnât touched yet. As if heâs trying to familiarise himself with all of you, working towards the goal of memorising you entirely.
His teeth scrape at your pelvis just lightly, seemingly contemplating whether he wants to destroy these panties or not â but then decides against it. You wouldnât mind; youâre not showing anybody anything of you tonight but him.
And youâre already such a mess; breathing so irregularly, letting out his name and quiet sighs. He should know he could do basically anything. That youâre ready for him.
But instead, he only curses again, sucking at your skin harshly, nails digging into your hips. And then, from below, you hear him say, âWant you to suck my dick so bad.â He moves up, fingertips on your cheek, rubbing himself against your underwear, and questions, âWill you suck my dick, baby?â
Oh, he didnât justâŠ
Oh, the way the pet name screws with your head is irreversible. You feel sick at the mention, breathing out hard, about to get up at the speed of light to swallow him fully; to the hilt.
But you wonât give him the satisfaction yet; youâve gotten used to the darkness, and seeing the hazy insanity in his eyes spurs you on to play with him a bit more. So you lift your body, giving him hope, but then say, âI have a better idea.â
âAh? Where are you going?â
âWait.â
He quietens. Falls to the side and onto his back as he watches whatever youâre trying to do unfold. You look back at him for just a blink of an eye, but you immediately perceive the hand cupping his clothed dick, moving a bit, up and down.
âOkay. Should work on this first,â you say, straddling him backwards.
You hike up your dress more, baring your back to him, and you instantly hear the breath he releases. Feel the palm touching your spine, grazing it; you imagine huge eyes ogling at you like heâs reached nirvana. You so hope heâs looking at you like this.
âMy GodâŠâ he only mutters, however, proving your point when he opts to get up. But you turn as much as you can, a flat hand pushing him down again, to which he complains, âWhat?â
âI told you to wait, silly. Iâm not going anywhere.â
âYou sure? Youâre being pretty mean right now.â
âIâm not being mean. Youâre just not patient,â you laugh. âGive me a second and Iâll wreck your world, âkay?â
âAh?â
âMhm.â
âThat I wanna seâ oh. Oh.â
Exactly.
Once youâre done pulling off the dress, you shift back, enough for your pussy to align with his gorgeous face. Jungkook instinctively grabs your ass to pull you lower, and you chuckle at the restless gesture.
But you need to focus; and as best and tidily as you can, you unbutton his jeans, zipping them open until you detect his shorts. He raises his hips to help you, and you bite your lower lip, crazed by the sight that awaits you once the jeans are halfway down.
The bulge is big indeed. The imprint is insane; the light from outside allows glimpses, and you salivate, bowing your head to kiss him above his underwear, feeling him stir. And he imitates, blowing against your wetness, his finger â middle one? â curling around the string digging between your ass cheeks.
When he frees your pussy, you feel it. It hits the air in the room coldly, a contrast to his hot breath. A second more and you might drip into his tantalising mouth, just how youâre drooling over the cock you finally set free.
It springs out, veiny under your touch. Hard. Thick and long. Everything good, a fucking ideal package. You scold him, âYouâve been hiding this from me?â
âHuh? I wasnât hiding.â
âNow I realise just how mean you are, man,â you say, shaking your head, spitting onto the slit before wiping it off again with the tip of your tongue. He swears again. âCouldâve had this make me hoarse so long ago.â
âFuck,â he replicates, âstop talking, or Iâll fuck this mouth of yours. You want to be hoarse so bad, then try me.â
âIs this a threat? You really think I wonât let you? Stay right there, littleââ You look again. âBig man. You can do whatever you want, but wait a second, alright?â
âNah. Youâre not the only one teasing. You brat,â Jungkook whispers sharply, delivering a smack to your ass; you gasp. âI justâŠâ
You donât know what he just â you only know that heâs attaching his mouth to your cunt right away, thong pushed aside, diving in with a tongue so eager. You squint your eyes shut, lips parting, calling his name as he holds you there roughly.
He soon wraps his arms around your hips, like a belt, lips intense as he kisses you even wetter. The sounds he eludes are dirty, sinful; and the feeling of his piercings doesnât add to your sanity.Â
You decide to not let this distract you; heâs competitive, you realised, but you are, too. So you lean in, lips wrapping around the tip. Your right hand enfolds his cock, pumping him, tracing every firm vein that protrudes. Heâs so pretty all around.
âShit,â you whisper, hoping he doesnât hear; only continue to work your tongue around the head, setting the nerves alight as heâs doing for you.
You kiss down the shaft, licking and humming to create a sort of vibration. And then, you take him in as much as you can. Despite being large, barely fitting, soon hitting your throat, you try. Hollow your cheeks, bop your head, gifting him your attention.
But itâs hard. So hard becauseâ
God, heâs lapping you up so good.
So hungry. Out to kill you as he releases the prior belt, bringing two fingers to your pussy and thrusting them into you slowly. Mouth and digits; both at once. Thumb against the clenching hole between your ass.
Heâs distracted every now and then, much like you, but he still maintains a steady pace. Cruel⊠so cruel. Those damn fingers propelling into you, harder sometimes before they slow down again. Curling to hit you just right, massaging the rough, walnutty spot.
Oh, Jungkook knows⊠knows exactly what to do.
They donât make men like him anymore.
Your ass clenches when his skills exceed your expectations and he rubs your insides particularly well, mouth just right above your clit as the tongue circles around it. Itâs nearly overwhelming; you could cry with this mouthful of dick impaling your throat.
He feels so good on you. So good in you. You want all of you filled, not just your mouth. So you soon let go with a plop, a string of saliva so lewdly connecting your mouth and his member, and you wipe your mouth.
Tell him, âThis should be enough.â
And he agrees immediately, smacking his lips, as if licking up the remnants of his food, âFuck yes. Enough.â
You want to get into the next position, put in some work, but what you donât expect is that Jungkook is already planning a step ahead. Tapping your ass with his big manly palm, pushing you off of him until youâre crawling on all fours.
Submitted to him. And you donât mind a bit â just for now, just for him, youâll give into this because youâve been craving it. Itâs okay; you vow to yourself that in a while, youâll wreck his shit just as much.
On your elbows and knees, you hear him shifting, the mattress dipping, his knees nearing you and closing your legs in. The palm covering the right side of your ass causes it to jiggle, and when you push your butt towards his pelvis, he praises, âThe way you know what to do without me needing to tell you. How convenient.â
âWell,â you breathe out, âitâs not my first rodeo. But do make it the best⊠okay?â
âNo pressure at all, huh? Iâll try my best.â
You want to react, bring a laugh straight out of your throat, but Jungkook is faster. The reaction comes alright, but not as you wanted it to. But rather in a high-pitched moan, arms quivering when he fists his cock, guiding it to your leaking cunt, and rubs the tip between your pussy folds.
You reckon heâs testing out how eager you already are; you contemplate on telling him. On pleading, on saying something that might drive him to action. You donât mention a single word, though; only let your ass speak once more, steering towards him until he gets the message.
He must have.
Because he clicks his tongue as if to admonish you for your shortage of patience, though only briefly before he surrenders to the itch you cause. Scratching without hesitation now, he finally helps you lose your damn panties and then dips himself into you slowly.
Of course; with a length like his, thereâs no way youâd be able to survive a quick push. Jungkook knows to be cautious, penetrating you sweetly; an oxymoron in a moment like this. Your fingers digging into the sheets reveal as much; thereâs not much going on yet, but youâre already holding onto the soundness of your mind so desperately.
âShit, what the fuck,â you murmur, your turn to let out profanities; youâre sure this isnât your last. âYou scared of something, Jeon? Iâm⊠I have an IUD.â
âScared? No. Youâre not an idiot, right?â he whispers. âYou wouldâve told me if you couldnât do it like this. Much ratherâŠâ He breathes heavily between his words. âIâm taking you in, yâknow? Enjoying â fuck â how wet and warm you are⊠Gonna wreck you raw, though, no p-problem.â
No, your foul words were certainly not the last for tonight; his dick is just halfway through when he stops and another tumbles out of you. He drags the thickness back, then inside again.
Your walls are occupied to their last inch, and you know you could take all of him if you just gave yourself some time â but somehow, his care turns you on even more.
Goddamn, heâs good. All of him â his dick, his voice, his mouth, his touch. Heâs soâ nnghhâŠ
You have never witnessed his fingers do much more than take the pictures you love. Whenever he operates the button with his forefinger, flexing the inked crown above his knuckle, you already know the man has a talent unmatched.
But right now⊠right now you have an entirely different perception of these same digits.
Like, when he leans in a bit, still deep inside you, undoing your bra in a smooth motion. Or when he caresses your back, along your spine, contradicting the touch with a harsher, harder jab now.
And shit, when he pulls your ass cheeks apart, digging in further, fucking through your seeping hole until heâs covered in slick, too. It must look so good to him; incredibly memorable.
Your whimpers are quiet and gentle, matching the way he fucks you, only rising in volume when he decides to push another inch in. You behave; you whine softly; that is until all of a sudden, he pulls back most of his cock and shoots back in, colliding with your ass with a slapping sound.
Yelping, you hold the sheets until your fingers hurt, and he bolts forwards, a hand slamming your mouth shut and muffling your mewls. Way too close to your ear, he says, âSh sh sh⊠my God. Jieun has neighbours, babe â donât spoil her reputation.â
He proceeds to kiss the skin under your ear, taking your arms captive until theyâre pinned to your back. Fingers intertwine messily, holding your limbs in place, and as he frees your mouth again, you laugh â itâs all you can do to not feel too weirded out by the mention of Jieunâs name right now.
You tell him, âUse my panties then.â
âYour panties, huh? Do you want me to?â You nod, but heâs not obliging enough to give into your wishes. Teasing you to no end. âNah. Iâll justâŠâ
Jungkook doesnât finish the sentence; what he does is much more alluring, nearly forcing tears of lust to your waterline. He grabs the back of your neck, urging you to look at him, and just as you register his face close to yours, he kisses you again.
Your body immediately blossoms. You breathe as much as the kiss allows, yielding to his tongue. Let him push you down and into the mattress, imprisoning you under him. And he kisses you⊠kisses you⊠kisses you moreâŠ
Basks in your dimmed moans as he hits from behind again, hard. Sheathes himself inside you thoroughly and with impact; heâs enjoying the fact that you want to yell, but need to restrain yourself at this time of the night.
Because heâs right. You donât want Lee Jieun to earn looks in the morning because of you.
As if provoking you, he blatantly asks, âYou good?â
âYesâ yes!â
âMhmâŠâ
Heâs out of breath; can barely emit another word. But he doesnât waste any moment at all; kisses your neck, bites your earlobe. Pushes his hands under your body to get ahold of your tits. Fucks you into space, lifting one of your hands to your face, entangling his fingers with yours.
You shift up and down the mattress, just a little; the position, with him on you, doesnât allow too many extreme movements, and youâre more than fine with it. Thereâs something about him going unhinged on you like this.
But⊠it does awaken the need to retaliate, too.
So you use the opportunity when he decides to pause, running out of energy, gasping for breath. He leaves you empty and yearning, pulling back and sitting up, and judging from the touch on your tummy, you assume he wants to flip you on your spot.
Instead, however, you turn on your own accord, both palms that he held captive minutes ago shoving at him. He produces a strange sound as he falls backwards, landing on the mattress and onto the pillow with big eyes that almost donât fit his Greek God-esque physique.
Goodness, the damp dark hair. The abs. The pecs. The nipplesâŠ
You might dribble onto his sweaty, shiny skin. And you donât veil your innermost thoughts this time, straddling him as you say, âMy turn. Need to ride you so bad.â
He visibly relaxes; leads his fingers to your hips, thumb drawing patterns on them. His tongue darts out to play with the lip rings, and he eyes you up and down. Heâs taking you in for the first time properly, just as you are him.
Just as your eyes drifted over his muscular body, he now makes stops along the journey â your pussy on the length of his cock. The tits and the perked nipples. The ruined hair, sticking to your collarbones.
You wonder how he likes what he sees.
Probably enough if he can respond with something like, âI wonât stop you.â
Good to know.
So you take a comfortable seat on top of him, still keeping him down, lining up your sex with his. When you welcome him in again this time, you do so fully. No slow torture, no waiting. You claim your throne until your ass hits his hardened balls.
He says, not quite expecting an answer, so you donât give one, âYouâll kill me today, right?â
And then you start. Put in all the effort you can gather. He feels heavenly inside you, the perfectly curved length moving just the way it needs to. His groans and calls of your names sound promising, telling; you suppose youâre doing a good enough job if his eyes roll back like this.
The hands on your hips push into your flesh more, and when you remove one and bring it to your mouth, sucking his forefinger with your eyes set on him, he loses his shit. Starts pumping up from below, meeting your up-and-down ministrations.
âShiâ whatâ do you think,â he attempts, stagnant breathing, âyouâre doingâŠâ
But heâs grunting in ardour, so you donât stop; donât let him take over fully just yet. No â you roll your hips, bend your back, catch a patch of his hair and then angle your body to crash your lips onto his.Â
The kiss weakens his defences. For a moment, you do feel his nails bruising your skin, but another second later, his touch is as soft as a feather. Heâs so ultimately at your mercy that he lets you trace his abs and kiss his pecs.
Lets you get into a crouch, your palms settling below his chest for support. And then⊠then you navigate north and south, repeatedly, fucking him into you with vigour. He throws his head back, but then looks at you again, blinking fast before his eyes squint shut once more.
âThe fuck are youââ he tries, but you start circling his cock again, moving in eight-curves, seeking support in his biceps.
âWhat?â you voice. âNot good?â
âYou fuckingâ kidding me?â His lower lip trembles when he parts his mouth. You see it even with the lights dimmed. âThis is such⊠a good fucking pussy. I was an idiot to push you aside.â
Youâre too dazed to really pout, but you do hear the undertone; ask to clarify, âYouâre just saying that f-for⊠getting my pussy, huh?â
âWhatâ no. Fuck no. Look at me.â His hand reaches out, fingers poking into your cheeks, and he pulls you down to him, makes you meet his eyes. You slow down. âI wouldnât just do this for any pussyâ I⊠not with you. I donât just. I donât just go home with anybody. âKay?â
His words bloom in your chest like a bouquet of flowers. In such a vulgar moment, you shouldnât be feeling like this, but you canât help but acknowledge the warmth spreading throughout your body. Burning up your already aflame muscles.
You want to know more; so you query sneakily, âWhat does this mean?â
âWhat it means?â he echoes, words blurry, as if drunk. âThat youâre beautiful. And⊠honestly, kind of cool. So annoying but so fucking funny andâ hotââ
âI am? Look at this,â you say, still moving but tired; touching his face, his cheeks, his sweet nose, âlook at youâŠâ
âNo.â He grits his teeth. You donât know what comes over him, but heâs inhaling way too deeply, lightly aggressive again as he retorts, âLook at fucking you.â
And with that, he gets what he desired earlier; flips you over, climbing over you. With your shield lowered, you didnât expect this, and now youâre right where you began. And for some reason, the sharp jaw, the furrowed eyebrows, the starved look hits you even harder than before.
The many inches he sports fell out as he took over, but as he plunges into you again with embarrassing ease, something feels different. How he looks at you. How he touches you, pushing your hair back, kissing your lips with such softness.
And how he holds you when you finally see the stars you waited for, his face in your neck, his thumb on your cheek, his palm on your jaw. Kissing your shoulder, delighted as you seek an anchor in his back, tightening around him impossibly as he fucks you through your high and your broken moans.
âJungkookââ you repeat over and over, and in return, he mutters constant, âI know, I know.â
Again and again and again until his sounds become more uncurbed. Only syllables, rumbling, his chest vibrating against yours until he lifts himself up and retracts his cock.
His pupils shake as he jerks himself off, and you know what heâs seeking, quickly getting to your knees, helping out. You replace his hand with yours, sticking out your tongue before you engulf his dick rapidly.
In surprise, he lets out, âOh, fffââ
Shit, how he sounds. And how wicked he feels in your mouth, tasting like you, tasting like him. Wet and slippery, his balls hard when you cup them. And thenâ a mere moment later, heâs shooting ropes of white down your throat.
Youâll never get used to the feeling. You didnât with your exes, didnât with any other guy youâve been with. Itâs sudden, your gag reflex kicking, but you donât want to stop until he has.
Sticky and hot, you let him; look up to him. His jaw glimmers due to the sheen of sweat, and he holds your hand to keep himself upright. Nearly growls when heâs done, and then calms down bit by bit. Pulls out of you. Plumps back onto his ass.
Catches his breath; and once the two of you have relieved your burning lungs, you with your legs under your butt, you look at each other again. A sudden laugh. He lets his head drop onto his shoulder, and then shakes it before getting back on his knees, nearing your joyous form.
The last kiss of the night is endlessly more chaste. No tongue, no making out. Just a couple pecks, a hand around the nape of your neck, noses grazing. Once, twice. And then, heâs smiling again.
You tell him, âCanât believe this actually happened.â
âCrazy⊠right?â
âCrazy, yeah. WeâŠâ You gulp. âWe can leave it right here, though. Guess we were both riled up.â
He nods, humming, looking to the side. âWe could. But we donât have to. It felt too good to forget, you know?â
You gleam and glow; if you could, youâd curl your fingers into fists, screeching like an excited high schooler in her room, acknowledged by a crush. But you only press your lips together, corners twitching up, cheeks hot.
Then, you say, âYou know what⊠I might just agree.â
âGood.â Another one of his stares to the side, through the door of the room. âYou think we should very quickly and very harmlessly use Jieunâs shower? She probably wouldnât mind.â
âI donât think she would. But sheâd certainly know what happened.â
âLeast of our concerns,â he argues, getting up stark naked. He pats your thigh and then tugs at your arm, adding, âWeâll be tidy. And then we can rest a bit and leave. Am too fired up anyway.â
You know things might change again once youâve slipped into your clothes and walked out into the night air. Perhaps the passion was reserved for this very room, actually a result of unbridled lust and tension.
But you think itâs okay. Itâs okay as you giggle in the shower, flirting and bantering.
Because even if you part from Jeon Jungkook and all this as just a saccharine memory, youâre ready to seize just a little more of this stolen moment before reality sets back in.
5:12AM, Him
Whether itâs the numbers glowing on his digital watch or the fact that the two of you didnât rest as much as youâd anticipated after all, he doesnât know.
The residual heat of the past hour has warmed his body and relaxed his muscles; your touches still haunt him, crawling over his skin and sitting on his knees, tempting them to buckle. And your voice, your sounds⊠like a ghost in his mind.
And you urging him to climb the nearby hill with you, surprisingly steep, doesnât help. He doesnât know why youâd choose such a place at such an hour. The occasional forest around you is dark, chirping, and the road is empty.
Perhaps you feel secure in the presence of another; in this sense, itâs even flattering that you trust him this much.
But heâll admit that his still wobbly condition and this stop of the night are slowly bringing him to his limits. The blazer, at least, is already hanging over his arm, giving him more space to breathe.
Youâre piloting the way, careful, navigating with the help of the light beaming from the occasional street lamps. Jungkook sighs in a half-complaint when the road doesnât end, nobody around far and wide.
Youâre similarly out of breath when you turn to look over your shoulder, barely for a moment before you continue to escort him further up. Then, you encourage, âCome on! We just rested. How are you already tired?â
âWoman. Weâve been walking for a pretty long time.â
âUhmmm,â you exclaim, swaying when you pull your hair over your left shoulder, âtell me something. Whatâs your sleep schedule usually like?â
Well, shit.
Jungkook can already tell what youâre referring to, but the counterargument already sits ready in his brain, just in case. Yet, he hesitates. Studies his surroundings to make sure he knows the way back, stalling on purpose, and when you ask, âAnd?â
He answers, âUh. Late. I slept at 7AM just last week.â
âWhat?!â Your voice is high-pitched, in disbelief, and whatever point you wanted to make is stuck in your throat upon the revelation he divulged. âHoly shit, Jungkook.â
âYeah, but like,â he immediately works on justifying, making use of the comeback heâd already thought out, âI donât walk around town, you know? I spend these nights eating or singing orââ
âWoah. You sing?â
âYes, but. I will not sing to you now.â
He catches up with you in one long step, regarding your countenance. Even in the dim light and the pitch dark, he recognises the roll of your eyes, as if to say, âI wasnât even going to ask.â
But instead of vocalising that very overt thought, your answer comes as smoothly as silk, âItâs fine. You sang to me plenty tonight.â
Jungkook nearly chokes on his spit, disguising his surprise as in the hike reasoned exhaustion. His mind needs a moment to fix itself, but when the balance is restored again, he wisecracks, âYouâre one to talk. May I remind you of what you sounded like earlier?â
âYou can. But I do remember myself, thank you.â
Damn it. Youâre a step ahead all the time. He canât even outsmart you the way he wants to.
âWay to diss me. Youâre hardcore,â he complains, âand here I thought you were kind and sweet and all of that.â
Jungkook nearly retracts his statement, because you throw such a perplexed and disbelieving stare back that he shrinks, reprimanded, âCanât I be both? A woman can certainly be both, man.â
âOf course,â he agrees, hands up as if heâs being arrested, âof course. Youâre both, for sure.â
He anticipates more scolding and scowls, but it seems youâre satisfied with the response he gives. You grant him a pleased, lopsided smirk that resembles his own, and then sigh into the night air, long and deep before your breath morphs intoâ
A mixture of a gasp and a shriek.
âWhââ Jungkook blurts, barely registering the movement scurrying from the left side of the forest into the trees right of him. âThe fuck.â
And just as fast as your gasp appeared, it diminishes, too, turning into a throaty laugh. Jungkook listens in to the echo of the rustles, still seeing the bushes move; whether because of the animal that just flit past or the breeze, he canât say.
His eyebrows shoot up when he looks at you, coming down from the quiet chuckle, and he only realises that your elated joy stems from the way heâs standing right now.
He mustâve instinctively dashed forward, an arm in front of your body, shielding it with his. It was just a squirrel, and in all honesty, it is the two of you who are trespassing, disturbing the forest life with your presence at such a time.
Yet, his reaction mustâve been immediate enough to protect you from whatever loomed in the dark, and you seem to like it for some reason. Because as he clears his throat and lets his arm sink, all you comment is a fascinated, content, âWow.â
âUh⊠all good.â
âYes. All good indeed.â
Your voice is tinged with a combination of gratification and tease, as if youâre one utterance away from adding a little, âMy knight in shining armour.â
Instead, you bite your tongue and look around; Jungkook sees what you perceive a mere moment later. The surroundings clear, the forest less dense; on the left side, a vast opening appears, a wide path ending in a⊠cliff?
And behind that, the town.
If there was a soundtrack to his life, heâd probably hear violins playing right now. Reminiscent of the wind, perhaps accompanied by piano keys that sound like the softly glimmering stars above.
The picture is breathtaking. Not that he hasnât been at such a spot before â he grew up in a big, mountainous city.
But since he didnât expect for the hillâs peak to allow such art, heâs a little more overwhelmed than he expected to be.
From behind, he hears you say, âIn any case. Letâs rest here?â
âUh-huh.â
Itâs hard to avert his eyes. All night long, heâs only felt like this once; this marks the second time.
Gratefully, he walks up to where youâre making yourself comfortable, flattening your dress and settling your bag on your lap. You pull a thin, short cardigan out of it, slipping into it. Itâs certainly cooler up here.
And then, you pat the spot next to you, and he lets himself fall with a sigh; itâs been a long night, and despite the restful-not-restful hour you spent at Jieunâs, it feels as though heâs truly easing up just now.
Jungkook puffs out a breath and takes another look. Properly this time, blinking as if this could help his eyes focus better. Gorgeous. He can see the river from here, flowing through the town in curves, like a snake.
He canât see the entire city, but most of it; it goes up and down. Skyscrapers and then cosy houses like the ones before again. Mountains far away and the lights of the amusement park somewhere in the east. Theyâre the brightest of them all.
âWait,â he says; you oblige, waiting, watching as he heaves the camera out of his bag.
He only registers you from his side vision, but he thinks youâre wearing a smile; confirmed when you breathe to speak again, and his eyes drift to you, immediately decoding the pride in your sparkling pupils.
Why do you look proud? Then again, he guesses he would, too, if he showed you something that he loved and you enjoyed it, too.
Thinking about it, he kind of wants to do it someday.
He pulls at his lower lip, releasing it soon, blinking again as if to release the thought. Instead, he listens as you ask, âYouâve never been here before?â
âI donât think so.â
âHidden spot then.â
âItâs beautiful. Look there,â he points to a spot that you carefully follow, even squinting an eye shut; it makes him smile. âThatâs the ferris wheel in the amusement park. Can you see? Wait.â
The camera comes to use when he points the lens at the direction he signalled towards, nimble hands working on zooming in. The picture unfocuses before the lights of the amusement park flicker again.
Itâs late, he thinks; then again, the summer is coming to an end, the last nights used to keep such attractions open late. September will bring forth grey clouds again, leaving behind the prior seasonâs heat. Raining down on him, forcing the leather jacket out of his closet.
He likes it that way.
No offence to the summer whatsoever; but he likes the fresh gust dishevelling his soft hair. Likes it when the rain patters against the window glass so softly. He sleeps better that way, too.
Barely sitting for a moment, Jungkook already gets to his feet, nearing the edge until heâs kneeling on the ground. The distance has only faded by a couple feet, not much of a difference. But the feeling of the city nearing still persists somehow, tickling his mind just right.
He doesnât know how long he squats there against the backdrop of the luminescent sea, but when he comes back to you, youâre still sporting that excited smile, eyebrows high. Your eyes fall to the camera, humming when he says, âLook. There.â
He magnifies the picture, every spot of it good enough to pin against the living room wall. Carefully, he hands you the camera; surprising, because he regards this pricey piece of plastic as sacred. You probably donât know how big of a deal it is that he lets you handle it.
If you did, youâd never let him live it down.
You scoot closer, your temple now nearly touching his. You stare with an interest he hasnât witnessed too often before. People do not care much about pictures of scenery; in the age of media, how could they anyway? When every stock picture is already memorised and used to the point of insignificance?
But you â your mouth parts as you switch around, taking in details.
âGood?â he asks.
âBeautiful,â you sincerely mutter, returning the camera to him. You hold it like a kitten; perhaps you do know what the gesture meant. âThis is exactly why I wanted us to come here.â
The moment is so serene, like balm, and he nods along with your words, calmly conversing. So it takes a heartbeat to truly untangle your words in his mind and tie them with the meaning your intention conveys.
He assumed you were just showing him random spots of the town, to allow him a glimpse into your mind and to crack your true nature. All this time, he thought you wanted to lead him to bright spaces to lighten up his perception of you.
But what youâre doing instead is turn the spotlight towards him and what he loves.
âYou⊠did it for me?â he asks.
You, casually, as if the thoughtful act doesnât flood him with serotonin, reply, âYeah. To capture a couple pretty pictures. You really do love it, so.â
âI do⊠wow, thanks.â He pauses. Looks down to the buttons on his camera, to his hands; then back to you. âYou thought of it all, right? The nice places and the short rest at Jieunâs. Now this.â
âHmm, tried as much as possible so spontaneously.â
âThank you. Really.â
You return his gratitude with a polite nod, leaning away until you touch the backrest of the bench. Jungkook indulges in some more that nature offers, toying with the settings, zooming in just to observe sights from a closer point.
He doesnât notice when you sigh or when you zone off; or when your thoughts shift back to the minutes and hours of the night. He doesnât notice; and in return, you donât know that heâs still thinking about the intention that brought him here; that you were attentive enough to truly show that some people appreciate art.
There arenât only fleeting nights and then forgotten memories. Because this⊠this right here is a core memory.
Because of you.
Are you thinking the same? Are you proud that his enmity has faded, replaced by a tender smile? Satisfied that your efforts were worth it after all â a goal reached that you set for yourself earlier tonight.
Let me show you pretty places until the sun comes up, and if you still hate me by then, I will never talk to you again.
ButâŠ
Heâd love to talk to you again.
However, your mind hasnât quite drifted in this direction; in truth, he honestly canât analyse or interpret you at all, because the question you pose next is far from what heâd been thinking about.
âTalking about pretty⊠uhm. Did you think Jieun was pretty?â
Jungkook blinks. One eyebrow cocks up; the camera drops back onto his lap. He flashes you a squinted look, a confused laugh erupting before he asks back, âWhat?â
âAh, donât lie. Sheâs very pretty.â
âSure? She is.â
Heâs nearly forgotten what she looked like. But beauty is still perceived and remembered â he guesses he found her good-looking.
âAnd sheâs everyoneâs type,â you prod, âwhat do you think, though? If she didnât have a boyfriend, could you imagine liking her?â
Jungkook thinks about it. Not because he wants to, but because you seem to have found an odd interest in whatever attracts him; maybe your questions are leading up to something. So heâll play along.
âHmmâŠÂ Maybe,â he answers.
âSo she is your type.â
Or maybe, youâre trying to get something out of him that you want to hear specifically. You seem so shy about it all of a sudden; not necessarily an adjective heâd assign to you.
And coming from you of all people, he somehow does not find the topic interesting. Itâs weird; he doesnât want to talk about it; he doesnât care about Jieun, either.
So he shrugs his shoulders indifferently, lifting his camera up again. He points it at you, eternalising your surprised expression just when you open your mouth to leave out a shocked, âHey!â
âThatâs what you get for asking such strange stuff.â
âItâs not strange! Iâm just small-talking.â
âYou do not small-talk.â
âIt could be a deeper conversation if you just admitted it.â
He chuckles, turning his body towards you, half his leg on the bench, âAdmit what?â
âThe type thing!â
âSure. I donât just have one type, though, you know?â
The dispute brought your bodies a little closer, your face far enough for him to still identify his surroundings, but near enough for him to see your eyes twinkling. The light is dancing in them. And itâs much easier to focus on it when you silence like this.
Just for a second.
Because you breathe in again ten seconds later, lightly slapping the thigh resting on the bench. The touch is cursory, tiny, nothing to overthink about â but heâd be lying if he said he didnât want it to linger.
In some way, it still does.
You ask, âOkay? What are your types then?â
âDifferent girls.â This time, only one shoulder shoots up. His eyes match his pensive hum. âWhoever suits me. Pretty girls but also nice girls. Especially nice girls.â
âAlright, be honest,â you begin, mimicking his position until your leg lifts onto the bench, knee nearly touching his. Youâre warming up now. Finally spitting the true question soon, âDo you think Iâm pretty?â
Cute.
But heâs not giving in this easily.
He smirks; he feels the dimple on one side of his lopsided smile the moment you look at it. Youâre distracted enough â so he uses the mental absence to attack you with yet another picture.
For a couple blinks, youâre startled â but as he reacts to his own nonsense with a content chortle, proud of his prank, you sigh. His shoulders rise with his sneering joy, head low as he inspects the picture just taken on his camera.
He zooms into your face, mouth open and eyes wide. You do look so pretty, he thinks â better even since you washed most of your make up off. Yet, he canât contain himself when he shows you the screen, telling you, âYou look alright.â
You laugh, rolling your eyes and your gaze to the view; your giggles start quietly, and then mix with his. Beforeâ
They soon become part of a bad harmony as more voices join your very own night. Somebody is nearing. Jungkook hears the laughter already, but the road is curved and dark; so he canât see them yet.
You might not have expected this, because you push closer to Jungkook on reflex; just at the same time as him. He didnât know he had it in him to always stay so alert around you. Ready to throw himself at intruders.
Crazy.
But once the voices grow in volume, the two of you are soon met with a couple walking past. Theyâre in love, because amidst their titter, thereâs another lewd sound. Or maybe, not too bad; playful kisses?
Yes.
The guy â heâs smooching his girlâs cheek, releasing with a, âMwahâ each time. Your initial surprise soon fades and turns into delight; Jungkook sees it in the way your smile returns. And in the furrowed yet amused eyebrowsâŠ
When the couple spots the two of you, they gasp; the girlâs hand immediately bolts to her chest, as if she just encountered a wild boar. But she catches herself soon, apologising, âOh. Sorry. Weâre sorry.â
You respond with an, âItâs okay!â Jungkook shakes his head politely to shrink their worries. Theyâve walked away as soon as they came, but he still hears the womanâs scolding, effect lessened by the still occurring belly laugh, âI told you to calm yourselfââ
As the world quietens again, Jungkook huffs, tilting his head as he deduces, âSo late and yet⊠Not much of a hidden spot after all.â
âIt feels like an ancient hill to me. I donât often meet others here.â You breathe in the wind, then tongue your cheek. âThey probably didnât even notice where they were going. People in love never do.â
âI guess so.â
He guesses so.
Itâs been a while since he fell in love.
Your head bobs once more before you lose yourself in the skyline, sucking in more of the crisp air thatâll grace you in the upcoming months. Fall is upon the town. He inbreathes the peace, too.
His hands operate on their own; one last time, he lifts it towards you, peeks through the lens again, adjusting the focus until the object clicks again. Youâre not looking at him; he caught your side profile, this time not out of mock or tease.
He means it. And you seem to know.
Because when you look at him this time, youâre not mad or irritated.
Only look at him softly, a smile that truly matches the heights you took him to.
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Descending the hill was much easier than stepping to its peak.
He can barely remember how the two of you had gotten up there at all; but thinking about it, he guesses youâd been ascending and walking uphill the entire night. Perhaps youâd planned it this well after all.
And with the journey, it seems that his mood reached the zenith, too.
It doesnât take too long to find the way back into the bustling city as he knows it. Itâs odd, a little unfamiliar, even after that mere hour he spent up there with you. As if caught by post-vacation blues; facing urban letdown.
But thereâs something nice about nearing the lights he saw earlier, too. Being in the middle of them; as if he dove into the milky way.
By now, he doesnât question where you take him anymore. He follows obediently. Not the least bit surprised when your journey concludes at the bridge.
âLast stop?â he wonders, sliding into his blazer again.
âLast stop. This is it for tonight⊠youâre freed from your sorrows.â
Jungkook stares ahead. As you settle your arms over the railing separating the two of you and the edge as well as the depths of the river, he eyes the hues in the sky. They merge into each other, as if painted with watercolours; blue, yellow, orange, red.
And at the very bottom, a bright white, dome-shaped star, emerging from behind the horizon and buildings on the other side of the town. Surrounded by an intense glow, it leaves a blurry trail in the water.
The scenery doesnât allow his voice to rise too much, so he asks softly, âI guess weâre here to watch the sunrise?â
âYou guessed right,â you say, matching his tone and telling him matter-of-factly, âof course itâs our last stop.â
âHm. Itâs been ages⊠since I stood somewhere so early in the morning to see the sunrise. I used to do it back in Busan.â
âOh?â
âYeah when we went to school. I mean, I barely have any reasons to go out this early anymore.â
Why is he spilling like this? Since when do you make this so easy? He doesnât know; but he canât stop the words from cascading in your direction.
So he narrates on, âBut back then we had these big homes instead of the apartments in crowded cities, and weâd get ready with, like⊠super swollen and tired eyes. And would watch the sun come up during breakfast.â
You nod along, balancing your weight, relying on your upper body as you cross your legs, âThatâs wonderful.â You sigh, following his eyes to the view straight ahead. âI grew up in a city, though, so I canât even imagine. It sounds so charming.â
âIt is,â Jungkook confirms, suddenly plagued by the nostalgia of middle age, âIâm on vacation this upcoming week. Will drive over either today or tomorrow morning.â
âReally? How cool! But do sleep in. I think after today, you deserve it.â
He chuckles. Now that you say it, the weariness weighs heavily on his eyelids; the thought of plumping into his bed and sneaking underneath a cosy blanket is to die for. But⊠leaving somehow feels just as dreadful, too.
Which is why he argues, âYeah⊠but you know what. Iâd repeat it if I could.â
You dip your head in his direction; the motion lets your hair fall freely, floating in the breeze. You look like you emerged straight out of a 2000s romance movie, sweet as you ask, âYeah?â
He waits; smiles back. And when he admits something to you this time, his words feel neither forced nor like a hit to his ego, ââŠYou were right.â
âAh. About what exactly?â
âThis was⊠enlightening. I enjoyed the night with you.â
He swears he sees a light flick on, either gleaming through your skin or shining straight onto it. He doesnât think itâs the sunâs light; no, it must come from within you then. You look proud and thrilled, eyes big.
But you contain your happiness quickly, not fast enough for him to miss it, but well enough to grant you back your composure. Your expression changes, as if you already knew. Heâll have to admit that youâre entertaining.
âYet,â you remind him, âdo you still remember tonightâs original purpose?â
Of course. Heâs been thinking about it all the time; how easily you achieved your goal.
âYou said you wanted to show me you werenât that bad,â he reiterates.
âAnd?â
ââŠYou arenât that bad. Maybe a bit annoyâ okay, okay.â You pinch his bicep; it doesnât hurt, but he plays along. âSorry. Nah, youâre pretty cool. Iâm sorry for having been shitty to you.â
You lift your chin, a slight tightening around your lips; youâre holding back a broader grin. You nod once before you voice, âThank you for saying that. I donât mind, really.â A sigh; then, âI think a lot of people assume before they actually know. Not my duty to change their opinions, but⊠kinda glad I could change yours.â
The faint hint of satisfaction remains in your eyes as you look down to the water again, blinking at the reflection of the light; Jungkook follows your stare, tries to see what you see.
Itâs nothing too uncommon. Fish underneath the surface; water hitting the stone and concrete of the bridge; a current flowing on and on until it mouths in the sea.
Nothing too uncommon at all. But perhaps you perceive these things differently like you do with the rest of the world.
He tries it, too; or maybe, he doesnât need to. As a photographer, he knows to treasure whatever others ignore, walk past, regard for only a moment before returning to their teeming lives.
When you move again, you do so deliberately, calmly. Imitate the universal sign of operating the camera, forefinger motioning down to your thumb as you suggest, âWanna take a pic?â
âHm? Oh. Yeah! Yeah, I was going to.â
As he wakes from the dream that the water pulled him into, he notices that the world has come more alive, too. Taking out his camera, he hears the soft vroom of cars rushing by and people walking their paths to severely underpaid, early morning jobs.
The water gets prettier by the moment as the sun rises, so Jungkook hurries to capture whatever remains of this very night. He doesnât think heâll get another one of these unless he rewinds time.
His pictures turn out magnificent; he could sell them as stock photos. Repaint the scenery on a canvas; been a long time since he did that.
Honestly.
If Jungkook could be sappy right here, looking at you, vocalising his innermost thoughts, heâd say that he can barely imagine another day breaking in. Heâs grown so used to the night and its serenity.
He wishes for the darkness to fall again, for somebody out there to spill the white, scattered shimmer over the night sky again. That way, he could experience walking up here with you again. Or stay here with you.
How peculiar is it to see the part of the world you introduced him to, and then to picture the fact that in a couple hours, these streets will be filled again. The lanes overcrowded. People dawdling to work, chatting, never understanding that thereâs another side of what life could be.
Itâs a shame, he thinks, that he requires sleep. He wishes he didnât â wishes he could see this every day. How corny. This must be what they mean when they speak about healing. Something to it, after all.
âHow does it look?â you ask.
Jungkook doesnât show the picture to you; no matter how astounding, it doesnât compare to what youâre seeing with your own eyes. So he only replies, âStunning.â
âHey, Jungkook,â you start, and he looks up with the focused pout that formed as he dreamed, âdo you know what my favourite part of the night was? I mean, apart from growing closer to you⊠most of all that I got to know the real you.â
Timidness warms his cheek, and he chuckles at the statement; heâs never heard this before. And you add, cherry on top, âYouâre one passionate man, Jeon Jungkook.â
âYou think?â
âOf course. You like what you do,â you repeat for the umpteenth time tonight. Itâs sweet, he thinks, how you care about his joys; see them at all. âYou know, in Greek, they have a word for doing something with all your soul and putting your unfiltered affection in it.â
âThey do?â
He has never heard of anything like this before; his ears perk up.
You hum, âYes â Meraki. You, I, weâre the definition of it. My mom once told me about it, and⊠I mean, not sure if it can be used this way, but â she always said she wanted to love with meraki. Really loved saying it as I grew up.â
Beguiling.
Youâre knowledgeable; it never occurred to him that he could learn so much from you. Or a stranger in general, in that sense. He never truly realised it, but â people bring different qualities and knowledge to the table. What if he conversed with them more?
Perhaps there are interesting ones out there; not just the annoying ones his petty mind discerns.
âRight,â he says, âwhat about you? What do you do with⊠meraki, was it?â
âMhm. Uhm, my job, maybe? Mostly life, though. A lot of things, if I think about it,â you answer, mind switching between half a dozen things before you point to the camera, âand then you, you do this with meraki, right? Also, I think you generally value pretty things, but donât let yourself see them too often.â
Just what he considered a moment ago, wasnât it? Is he an open book or are you just tremendously observant?
And as if reading his thoughts again, you continue, âI see it â you act all grumpy and whiny, but⊠you have a shit ton of enthusiasm in you!â Your voice grows in volume. âAnd Iâm not telling you to forgive all those who donât appreciate you, but⊠try and approach life with that intensity, too, just for yourself.â
âHmm⊠maybe we can all live with meraki then, right?â
âMaybe.â
You sigh, as if tired from all the talking; youâre probably actually exhausted. He is, too. A minute passes before you query, âSo⊠what are you driving down for? Some special occasion?â You shrug a shoulder. âJust wondering since the summer just ended. Unusual time, right?â
Ah⊠he never told you, right?
He doesnât think he mentioned it even once; almost forgot about it, too. But the summer has ended indeed. Leaving leftover heat, gracing him with warmth tonight, but itâll soon give way to falling leaves and drizzles.
âWell, yeah⊠but not quite,â he says, âitâs uhm. Itâs my birthday today.â
âOh.â It takes a moment to sink in. He sees realisation spread over your countenance. Then, youâre gasping. âOh?! You didnât tell me once!â
RightâŠ
âI didnât think it was important,â he argues.
âWhat, of course it is! How old are you now?â
Jungkook blows a raspberry, in disbelief of the number heâll utter. Time passed fast; he left home so many years ago, but days end so quickly. âIâll be⊠twenty-seven.â
âOh, wow. Old bum.â
Well, here comes self-awareness.
âHey!â he scolds. âHow old are you anyway?â
âJust nineteen, grandpa.â
âIâ Nineteââ
Jungkookâs heart nearly falls out of his ass, the instinct to run crawling up, but you interrupt his possibly frozen state with a laugh before you clarify, âIâm kidding. Donât look at me like that. I turned twenty-five just earlier this year.â
He breathes out in relief, gripping the railing with one hand, his camera with the other. Rolls his eyes, causes another set of laughter to erupt out of you. You pat his shoulder as he packs the device away again, and ask, âOkay seriously. Anything special planned?â
âIâll have dinner with my family, I think. And after that, I might go out with some friends that have been pestering me to drive down for so long.â
âThis is wonderful. Theyâll be happy to see you then.â
âYeah, for sure,â he concludes, hesitating for a brief second before a thought occurs, âHey, by the way. Do you want me to send you the pictures I took of you?â
âAh â uh, honestly⊠you donât have to.â
Surprising. Others always die for a peep at what theyâll stuff into an album later and never look at again. âNo?â
âYeah! Somehow, I feel like theyâre very private, despite me being on them? You didnât take them for your job⊠it was your night. So just keep them as a reminder?â
ââŠReminder of what?â
Another rise of your left shoulder, eyes moving away and then onto him again. Your smile tilts before you say, âOf me.â
Jungkook doesnât answer.
He doesnât know what to say; on one side, he doesnât need the memories caught on camera to remember you. Additionally, heâs sure heâll see you again at some point. But on the other hand, it might not be a bad idea to return to the moments he seized tonight.
Youâll never look how you did as when you stared at your vast city, after all.
You keep looking at him, anticipating a response, but when nothing comes, you tap the railing. Nod, kissing your lips, glancing once more at the already fully risen sun, and tell him, âIâll go then. Letâs get at least a little sleep in.â
He expects you to deliver a farewell nod, ironically wishing him a good night at the ass crack of dawn; instead, you target him. Donât walk past him, but move towards his body; his lack of responsiveness betrays him fatally.
Jungkook doesnât know what youâre about to do until you do it. Canât lift a hand or react until youâve leaned in and gripped the pocket of his jacket, tugging it down just a little. Then, a kiss to his cheek and a whisper of aâ
Jungkook waves a little when you do; watches you walk away eventually. You look left and right as you steer towards the next traffic light.
He sees you moving to the other side a bit later. You turn to him again; wave again. He imitates. And at some point, youâre out of view, leaving him with the sun behind him.
Thatâs it for the night then, he presumes. The start of it seems ages away. The agitation he harboured as he left you at the bus station, very warily stepping down to the subway station before he stopped. Turned around.
Maybe he shouldâve told you that he came back because he didnât want to leave you alone this late. That somewhere inside, he cared â maybe because heâs known you for so long, maybe because the world tends to be cruel.
Shouldâve let you know that once you were out of sight and heâd rethought your words, the idea to stroll the city for hours with you sent a bolt of strange excitement through his body. An urge to live an adventure. Something told him youâd be able to give him one.
In that sense, you were right. So, so right when you joked that his gut feeling wanted him to follow you after all. You just didnât know how little he wanted to leave you stranded, too. How uncomfortable he felt watching from afar, a drunk stranger approaching you with who knows whatever intention.
Shouldâve told you. You wouldâve been so happy about it. But perhaps next time â there has to be a next time.
Smiling at the tempting thought, Jungkook pulls his phone out the pocket of his jeans. Finds the Uber app, summoning the nearest driver. He canât wait to become one with his bed; wants to dream tonight.
When the Uber finally stops for him at the side of the road, Jungkook dashes to it. It wonât take too long until heâs home, he thinks; even with public transport, itâs easy from here. But he canât deal with the morning waiting periods â driving might be faster, especially now that the streets arenât too packed.
He dictates the address before leaning back, leaving out a hearty, genuine yawn. His eyes fill with tired tears, and he blinks them away. Sinks into his seat, watches the bridge and the sparkling water end when the driver turns into alleys surrounded by buildings.
The camera is heavy on his lap; and nothing else to do with his time, he retrieves it again. Cycles through the pictures he took, once more reliving the night. Theyâre all pretty, no doubt â yet, he skims most of them⊠only stopping at your face.
The pictures he took of you are hilarious, pulling a tiny chuckle out of him â but the one that you look away on, without anything special in the background but bushes and a dark path, proves superior still.
Itâs nothing fancy at all. Just your face. Or maybe, most of all your face. Worn out because of the endless night, a dress sported for hours hugging your body as if itâs glued to you. Yet, you look so content.
Meraki, you said.
Thatâs what you live with. It fits perfectly, doesnât it?
He stows the camera again, proceeding to tuck his hands into the depths of his blazer. The right hand digs deep into the polyester, but the left side meets something sharper. Vastly different from the soft material.
Papery?
He explores the pocket before ferreting out a little card. A business card, your name and your number on it. Somehow posh, but⊠the only possibility you had to be sneaky, right?
Unbelievable.
Youâre on your way home, far from him, and still making him smile. This one, however, has a smiley next to it. When did you do that? At Jieunâs? Damn it.
Somehow, he already knows so well what heâll be anticipating during the week heâs away.
His eyes drift out again; he sees familiar streets, nothing special. Dozens of shops and empty roads. But his chest fills with something inexplicable, as if heâs on the peak of a hill again. Fittingly, because a second later, the car swerves to an open street again, the daybreak greeting Jungkook again.
The sun continues to climb, a golden hue over the city as it wakes. And it soars with such enthusiasm. With such joy. With the same warmth you left in him; lingering in his chest, carrying you around.
But as a smile spreads on Jungkookâs face, he realises that heâs capable of beating the nearest star so easily today.
Because no matter how brightly it shines, it wonât compare to the newfound glow spreading throughout him even once.
EEEEEE okay!! after entertainer, this is yet another oneshot on here after a long time, and i had the time of my LIFE writing this đ i kinda ended up loving the couple and the story a lot, and i hope you feel the same. indulge in the fluff for now <3 and if you want to join the taglist, here goes!!
if you enjoyed it, as always, do like, reblog, comment and send an ask to talk to me about it đ„° y'all know you make my day đ€
i had the strong urge to read again tonight (i havent read fics for so long, i literally js installed the app again đ€Ł) AND MAAAANNNNNN, it was worth it! THIS STORY IS PERFECTLY WRITTEN OML I LOVE IT
content: friendgroup camping trip, e2l vibes, banter, tension, penetrative sex (unprotected), make out, tent sex oop, backshots, hair pulling, one slap to the ass, big dick jk, creampie, fluff lowkey, argument / angry confession (very cheesy)
note from cherry: omg i love this sm (this is a cloud anonie request so everyone mentally say thank yewww to our baby)
@jeonsbabygirlsworld <3
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"Who's idiotic idea was this again?" Miso asks, the thumping of her boots heavy on the soil,
"Jungkook's who else" you reply, rustling through leaves and branches, the striking heat burning the top of your head
He gruffs, pushing you slightly with his arm
"Might wannna hit the gym more, i'm chilling" very evidently, Jungkook is lying. The sweat trickling of the side of his face, the stains on his grey tank top and the pink hue on his honey toned skin are obvious indicators that the stupid, exhausting hiking- camping trip is getting to him.
Just like it has been getting to you and the three remaining people
Miso, someone who barely gets out of the house, has it the worst.
She's been complaining about it ever since the first hour of the trip
Brilliant idea.
Jimin and Taehyung are dealing with it as dramatically as expected
"Oh my god we need to take a break" jimin huffs, his hands pushing on his thighs with every step forward,
"I know right. Kook how much is left?" Tae agrees, moving his head torwards the younger male
"An hour. How many times have i told you it's a three hour trip" his reply makes your blood boil,
This all-knowing, cocky, ego attitude of Jungkook is unbareable
And you'd have to endure it for a total of two and a half days
You have been enduring it for two hours straight and it's to the point where one more stupid comment will make you burst
Worse than the sun burning your head, worse than the sweat ruining your freshly washed hair
"We're not taking another fucking break tae just push through"
Miso rolls her eyes too, shooting you a look to which you only manage to shrug,
"I told you" resting at the tip of your tongue, it wasn't your idea after all, it was Jungkook's and you had warned the group about this exact scenario
Being no stranger to his stupid endeavors, you might be the most familiar with his personality, having known the campus jock and heartthob since his middle school days
Is he your best friend technically?
One might call him that,
Is he also incredibly annoying and you can't stand being alone with him for 20 minutes?
Yes. Yes he is.
The hour passes and it feels more like three with each step,
Each lyric blasted into the forest by the group, shouted out to drown the heat out
"This is the campsite?" Miso says, out of breath and water, just like everyone else
"Yeah" you breath out, looking over the scenery
"Dude this is crazy!" Tae shouts, excitedly wrapping his arm around jimin and ruffling his hair
"Ouch- yes, yeah so cool" he agrees, stepping closer while trying to pry off his best friend
Maybe three hours through what felt like the Amazonas and five stages of grief were worth it after all
The glistening lake in the very back, the shade between pretty flowers and trees, the solitude and animal chirping?
It's beautiful, mesmerizing and screams relaxation,
Who are you kidding. Nothing could repair three hours of enduring jeon jungkook
"Alright, lets set the tents up" you sigh, taking big steps torward the grassy patch under a shady tree,
"I want that spot" Jungkook says, standing right in front of you
"Too bad. Take that one" you say, pointing to the tree next to yours with an overexaggerated smile,
He scoffs, messing your hair up while walking past to the tree you pointed at,
You angryly readjust your hair, watching jimin and tae goof around, almost pushing one another into the lake
"I wish i was this careless" miso says, shaking her head while also watching them
"Me too" you sigh back, fumbling with one of the tents bars,
Everything had gone fine this far but this one bar simply won't stay where it needs to
Frustrated, you slam the bar down in the grass, watching the half set up tent fall into itself
A chuckle can be heard from next to you, approaching steps accomodating it
"Need help with that?" Jungkook asks, his knees coming down next to you, eyes scanning over the mess of pieces
"Obviously"
Jungkook tsks, hands working fast to reassemble the bars and fabric,
He is making am effort to stay focused, bottom lip tucked between his teeth somtimes, his tongue grazing over the lip ring carefully
Your eyes move down to his hands, gently working on building you a place to sleep in
"You done?" He says, waving his tatted hand in front of your face,
"Huh?"
He clicks his tongue, a amused smirk slowly spreading on his face when he moves it closer
"I said, are you done" repeating himself, you just now notice that he is the one that is done, having finished assembling the small, cozy tent
"With what?" You ask, already annoyed with this attitude he carries
"Staring. If you want me, just tell me. Open that loud mouth, won't you?"
"Ew you're gross. Thanks for the tent but i won't suck your dick for it"
His smile is insufferable, that cocky, low tone and the way he leans into your face only adding to the irritaing charm he possess
"How cute. I didn't even mention that, but look who's imagining things" he hums , his thumb tracing over your cheek before standing up, leaving you to yourself on the floor
"Oh god shut up" you tell him, kicking into his leg from below,
He laughs it off, jogging towards the rest of the group
"So what you're saying is, you need to go to the supermarket?" Jungkook groans, sitting down on a folding chair,
Miso nods, "dude we totally thought at least one of us had a car with stuff"
Jimin agrees, "but turns out you were serious about the three hours"
"And you notice that now?" You reply, eyes practically rolling back into your skull
Three idiots that share half a braincell.
"Well no- but- i mean, it was too late anyways" Tae mumbles, rubbing his nape
Three idiots who were responsible of bringing food for the night,
None of which managed to bring anything but crisps who are, to no surpirse, already eaten up.
Jungkook pinches his nose bridge, sighing with evident frustration
"Now what?"
Crickets.
"Guys come on" you chime in,
Miso looks at her phone, "i could call a cab to the main street? It's a 25 minute walk to there"
Jimin and tae hum,
"Okay. It's the best option" you sigh, combing through your hair
Jungkook looks up at you from his seat
"Yeah. We'll set up the fire and you guys go to the-"
"No way", you scoff, looking at him with wide eyes,
He responds with an annoyed laugh, running his hands over the visible muscles on his thighs
"Seriously?"
You nod, "dead serious"
Silence, once again.
Jungkook takes off, practically shooting up from his chair and walking to the fireplace
For the very first time, the air feels heavy.
You look back to the other three who are all staring at you like a deer in headlights,
"Go. Just go, i'll take care of him" you shake your head, watching them wander off to the main street.
A pit forms in your stomach, the anxiety creeping up in your throat when approaching a visibly angry jungkook
You've never felt bad for bickering with him, mostly because he always returned it
But this time, it hurt. Something shifted when you saw his doe eyes glimmer, almost like he was hurt himself.
The way his jaw clenches when you stop in front of him makes you shiver,
"What?" He snaps, breaking a couple branches and throwing them on the stack,
"I'm sorry" you mutter, the pride in you never backing down, your voice sounds as annoyed as it did 4 minutes ago,
He takes a second to respond, stepping closer to you,
"You piss me off so much" he says, locking his eyes on yours, his gaze is dark, almost intimidating
The air feels even heavier now, you try to ignore it, ignore the goosebumps you get from his voice,
"We're equal then"
His tongue grazes the inside of his cheek, eyebrows furrowing slightly
"No we're not. We can't be"
The anger inside you boils up quickly,
"Why? Because you're so much better than everyone?" you spit out, mockingly pouting at him,
"No. because you think i'm insufferable and don't want me around" he replies, almost cutting you off in the sentence
"Whats not equal about that? You literally hate me-"
"Shut up" he says, this time fully cutting you off
"What did you say?" you laugh out in utter disbelief,
"I said shut. Up."
"You know what? No because-"
"Oh my god will you shut up? I hate you? Are you insane?" borderline yelling, his eyes never leave yours, staring you down
This time, you have nothing to say.
"I hate you? Seriously? Like i haven't been in love with you for years? Like i can't take my eyes off of you, and the only reason i show off is to impress you? Like it doesn't hurt my feelings when you pretend like the worst thing is to be near me?"
The words leave his mouth so quickly, neither yours nor his mind can catch up, panting, he looks at you, biting his lower lip, seemingly realizing what he just admitted to
His hands run over his face,
"Look i-"
"Jungkook" it's your turn to interrupt him now, looking him dead in the eyes,
You're met with nervousness,
"Yes?" he says, whispering
"If you don't kiss me right now i'll kill you"
There's no time to think when he ruthlessly crashes his lips to yours, grabbing you by the waist with greedy hands and pressing your body to his,
His lips are needy, eagerly moving against yours with groans muffled into the kiss,
You sigh softly, hands finding his jaw to pull him in closer,
His teeth bite at your lower lip, making you open up just enough for him to slip his tongue in, exploring every inch of your mouth
A couple minutes of this heated kiss go by, until he breaks it, ragged, heavy breathing fanning against your lips
His forhead rests on yours,
"Holy fuck" you whisper, making him smirk slightly, connecting his lips to yours again,
"I need you so bad" he mumbles into the kiss in a deep groan, pushing his lips against yours with desperation
You pull away this time, hands on his shoulders while your face is moved back enough to see him in full view,
Swollen pink lips, barely illuminated face
"If this was a ploy to sleep with me you're gonna drown in that lake" you laugh, slapping his shoulder lightly
He snarks, hosting you up in his hands before carrying you to his tent,
"Unfortunately i am an embarrassing amount in love with you, but hey, if you don't wanna fuck-"
You shut him up by kissing him,
"Don't ruin the mood" you say, climbing into his tent on all fours
His eyes focus on your ass, round enough to show beneath the shorts,
With now both of you inside the tent, his hands immediately find your hips,
"We don't have much time pretty, i'll make it up to you at home" he says, pulling your shorts and panties down in one go,
Your back arches immediately, the noise of his joggers being pulled down only adding to the exciment
"It's okay kook, i'm as desperate as you are" you reply, only to feel him smack your ass harshly,
"So you did imagine sucking my dick?" he says, groping at your soft skin,
"Many times jungkook"
suddenly, you feel his thumb move down to your entrance, pressing in only slightly before pulling away
"Fuck you're so sexy. Can i pull your hair?" He groans, pumping his heavy cock before guiding it to slide between your folds,
"You freak, god, yes, you can"
A strangled moan leaves your lip when he pushes his entire length in, one of his hands gripping your hip tightly while the other one gathers up your hair, pulling on it
"Fuck, you're so tight. You're not a virgin are you baby?" he huffs, snapping his hips against yours slowly at first,
You giggle between moans, gripping at the tent floor with what you can gather,
"No- i'm not. You're just- fuck- huge"
He throws his head back, pulling on your hair harsher while his hips speed up significantly, hitting that soft spot inside you over and over again,
Both of you are trying to keep the moans down, yours muffled by the ground under you, jungkook's deep growls quiet enough for only you to hear
"You feel so good, i wanted to fuck this pussy for ages" he mutters, letting go of your hair to harshly pull your hips back, making you meet his thrust half way,
Your knees feel weak, pressed into the ground and that pool in your stomach only grows, threatening to snap any second
"You're mine now right baby? My girl? My pussy? My bratty little thing?"
you let out a high pitched yes, followed by a desperate plea of his name,
"Gonna cum?" he groans, pushing his hips deeper inside of you,
You only manage to nod, mind having gone practically blank with the way he feels inside of you,
The knot snaps, legs shaking and cum coating his dick entirely,
"Mhm fuck, coming baby" his moans are deep, pushing a few slow thrusts into you, splurting his milky cum inside your cunt
A few minutues of silence pass before he pulls out, watching your pussy pulse and release his cum slowly, his entire shaft covered in the both of yours arousal,
Suddenly, you feel him kiss the side of your hips before softly flipping you around, making you lay on your back
You smile up at him weakly, watching as he cleans the both of you up carefully, pulling your panties and shorts back to normal before laying down next to you
"I left fingerprints, does it hurt? I didn't realize how rough i was pulling you" he says, placing small kisses on your cheek
You shake your head, intertwining your hand with his,
"It's okay. You're actually nice, wow" the urge to be teasing him returns, nudging his nose with yours
Jungkook bites your cheek playfully, then, he kisses all over your face,
"Stoooop" you whine, a broad smile creeping up to your face,
"I'm obsessed with you. God, you don't even know" he mumbles, cupping your face in his hands
"Should we knock or something?" Tae says,
The three of them standing a couple meteres from your tents,
They have been, for the past 20 minutes,
Bags in each hand,
"Uhm? Sure" Miso says, turning her attention to the tent again,
"Well," jimin starts, "at least they get along now"
Synopsis: In which your boyfriend loves doing corny things with you⊠he also loves doing you.
Genre: established relationship.
Pairings: boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader
warnings: smut.. car sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up bro) creampie, praise, size kink, belly bulge, cussing, fluff at beginning and end, banter between couple, oral, overstimulation, squirting, making out, reader crying out of pleasure, choking, spanking, dirty talking, reader fucked âdumbâ, mentions of ot7, theyâre so corny itâs sickening.
author note đïž: wrote majority of this shit being faded as fuck so forgive me if itâs ass and ignore the mistakes (Iâll get to them eventually) js wanted to thank everyone for 3kđ€âŠ writers block has been an thing these pasts months so sorry that I havenât posted anything new. Hereâs more of kuwtb oc and jk dating era đ€
âI shouldâve brought my glasses,â you whisper, a loud laugh ripping out of Jungkook's chest. âI canât see anything, baby.â You turn to your side before swatting him on the chestâ a pout displayed on your face, before going back to your original position, looking up at the dark milky way.
âWe were having a cute moment, and you just blurt that out,â your boyfriend quips, his eyes focused on your side profile. A small smile tugs on his lips as he sees you scrunch up your nose, shaking your head slightly.
âYouâre so right, we are so corny.â You playfully stick your tongue out with a small âyuck,â before bursting into a giggle when Jungkook tickles your side.
ââCan we lay on the grass and look at the stars?ââ Jungkook mocks your voice, changing his tone into a much more high-pitched version to match yours.
âStop! I wanted to have a moment like Noah and Allie,â you puff, a smile threatening to come out.
âBaby, you know they look at the traffic lights and not the stars, right?â Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you.
âOf course I know, but I feel like we would actually get run over. Plus, I like you too much to just let you get run over.â You shrug, your fingers pulling on the grass on the floor. Your eyes connect to the sky as Jungkook stares at your side profileâ taking in every imperfection and turning it into another reason why he loves you.
âLike?â he asks, his thumb running over your bottom lip before tilting your head to the side by your chin, making you look at him.
Your heartbeat skyrockets as he stares into your eyes, the twinkle in them prettier than the stars you were just trying to see. Your stomach lights up as if millions of fireworks exploded in heart-shaped sparkles.
âLove.â You correct yourself, rolling your eyes playfully.
âThatâs better.â Jungkook clicks his tongue, pursing his lips out. You let out a giggle, dropping a small chaste kiss on his lips before turning back to the sky with a goofy smile on your face.
âYou believe in aliens?â you ask, cracking a smile from Jungkook's faceâ his dimple carving into his skin as he bites his bottom lip, trying to contain the biggest smile.
âFuck yeah.â Jungkook nods excitedly.
âWe are literally a rock when it comes to the whole universe. Thereâs gotta be something out there.â Jungkook explains, expanding his arms and pointing to the sky, as you nod happily beside him.
âI agree, my mom said she saw one of those spaceships or whatever theyâre called,â you pipe in, turning to your side to face your boyfriend.
âYou mean a UFO, baby?â Jungkook's face scrunches in adoration.
âUFO?â You raise an eyebrow.
âUnidentified flying object,â he explains, scooting closer to youâ dropping his head to your bare stomach.
âI like spaceships better.â You shrug, and he laughs, adjusting himself slightly. Your fingers find their way into his fluffy hair, combing through it. He moans slightly, melting into your touch, closing his eyes, and dropping a gentle kiss on your abdomen.
âWhat would you do if an alien kidnapped you?â Jungkook asks, his voice muffled.
âFunny for you to think I would allow it,â you say nonchalantly.
You both could hear a hairpin drop from how quiet you both went before breaking out into a fit of laughter. âSmartass.â Jungkook laughs, jokingly biting your stomach and earning a small squeal from you.
Your laughs die down after a while, replaced by silence, the only sounds being your guys breathing. Your eyes flutter shut with a smile, small goosebumps raising on your arms as Jungkook runs his fingertips on your bellyâ outlining âmineâ.
âTell me about your books,â Jungkook murmurs against your bare skin.
âWanna know about my current read?â you ask, your fingers tugging softly on his hair, making him look up at you.
âI wanna know everything about you, baby,â Jungkook coos.
âCorny.â You scrunch your nose, placing a palm over his face and pushing softly backward, making him laugh. âTell me about the thick-ass book I bought you two days ago.â Your boyfriend drops kisses all over your stomach.
âThe dragon one?â you poke his cheek, before letting your finger play with his lip ring.
âThereâs dragons?â Jungkook gasps, looking up at you.
âYeah, and they have sex,â you say with a smothering giggle, whispering the last words in a hushed tone, making Jungkook's eyes widen.
âThatâs enough, baby.â Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow before shaking his head, changing the topic to the latest drama, including Eunbi and Yoongi.
âLora and I saw them coming out of the guest room while you were doing cartwheels with Taehyung,â Jungkook chuckles, the amusement on his face rubbing off on you.
âYouâre lying,â you gasp, your jaw dropping open.
âI honestly didnât see it coming.â Jungkook bites his lip, containing a smile. âDo you think Yoongi is the sub?â he continues before bursting out in a laugh, you following along.
"It's going to rain," you observe after a while, noticing a lightning strike in the dark sky. Jungkook hums in agreement before sitting up. He holds out his palm for you to take, which you do, and pulls you up onto his lap in a quick, soft motion.
You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, adjusting on his lap and straddling him. His thumbs rub circles on your bare thighs.
"I want another tattoo," Jungkook murmurs, his lips pressing kisses along your collarbone and neck. You nod slightly, enjoying the sensation of his lips against your skin.
"Where?" you ask, holding his head in place with your palms. He bites his bottom lip, looking up at you with dilated pupils.
"My forehead, and it'll be your name," Jungkook says with a grin, making you roll your eyes playfully.
"You're annoying," you retort, pushing his head backwards, making him gasp dramatically.
"I think it'll look good, you know? Just got to pick a cool font," Jungkook jokes, poking your side, sending you squirming on his lap.
"You're never ever getting my name tattooed on you," you shoot him a glare, which he only responds to by sucking in his lips and widening his eyes before shrugging.
"I think your lips tattooed on my hip bone would be hot," Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows.
"You're crazy," you pout, scrunching your nose as he gives your cheek a kiss.
"Yeah?" Your boyfriend smirks, his hands gripping the sides of your waist, squeezing softly, pulling you closer to him.
"I could go a fair bit crazy over you, baby." His lips brush against yours.
Suddenly, the air is knocked out of your lungs when his lips crash against yours. It doesn't matter how many times he has kissed you; you just can't control the utter madness of butterflies swarming your stomach. The fuzzy feeling fills your senses with every touch of his fingertips on your hot skin. The warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips against yours, all conspire to make your heart flutter with the same giddy excitement as the very first time.
His touch is electric, sending shivers cascading down your spine as his fingers trace the curve of your jaw, his hand gently cradling your face. With a tender yet insistent pressure, he deepens the kiss, his lips parting yours in a silent invitation.
You can feel the heat of his body pressed against yours as you move your hips against his. A soft moan slips past your lips into Jungkook's mouth as he guides your hips on his hardened length.
Jungkook's hand travels up, tangling in your hair, small, light rain drops start to fall down from the dark sky.
"Car?" he says in between kisses. You nod, moaning at the sensation of his lips on your collarbone, leaving purple, reddish marks.
You could never get tired of the way Jungkook looked at you, his eyes shimmery with a mix of love, need, and adoration. It was intoxicating, making you forget all your problems. The universe could have collapsed around you, and you would only care about his mouth on yours.
Everything about him was perfect, his scent, his touch, his voice, those beautiful lips, the way he looked at you, as if you were the only one that mattered in his world.
"Yes, car," you agree, breathy and disheveled.
In a swift motion, Jungkook stood and lifted you, carrying you to the car as you wrapped your legs around his waist. It wasn't until you reached the car that he broke the intense kiss, leaving your lips tingling with desire.
With a wicked grin, Jungkook, laid you on the backseat of his car. Jungkookâs fingers found the hem of your crop top, lifting it up, and you helped by throwing your hands over your head- revealing your lacy black bra.
A soft moan fell from your lips as he freed your breasts from the lace, by tugging downwards.
Your soft moans echoed within the car when your boyfriend cups your tits, massaging and kneading, your nipples hardening.
His lips found your jaw, kissing your neckâ his eyes darted up to meet yours before his lips met the peak of your nipple, hot breath, then suckling gently, keeping his gaze locked before shifting his attention to the other breast.
Moaning, you bit your lip, head falling back from the sensation. Jungkook loved how responsive you are, the way your nails dig into his upper back.
âFuck, youâre beautiful.â Jungkook moans, his calloused hands grip your waist in place to stop you from squirming on the leather seat.
He leaned in close, planting a trail of soft kisses along your neck and shoulders. âMine.â Your boyfriend whispered into your skin.
You licked your lips, not able to find the words to say what you wanted, as all your thoughts were consumed by lust. Your back arched, encouraging the caresses he was giving. His hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling you closer. His lips met yours, deep and hungry, claiming your mouth as his. You let out a soft moan, your hands finding their way to his face.
âSpread your legs princess.â Jungkook says, his voice deep and gentleâ he taps on your inner thigh.
You hum softly, watching your boyfriend work on the zipper and buttons from your denim shorts. Jungkook pulls down your shorts down your legsâ your panties following quick after.
âLook how pretty this pussy is,â Jungkook chuckled, his eyes making contact with yours raising an eyebrow. He runs a finger down your slit making you choke out a desperate whine.
âFeels good baby?â He says, he adjusts himselfâ pushing your legs back, giving him more space to be face to face with your dripping core. You only moan in response when he drops a soft kiss on your clit.
You couldnât help the whimpers that escaped your lips, He smiled against your heat, He licked his lips as he slowly parted your folds with his thumbs, revealing your glistening clit. He took it into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. You let out a desperate moan, your hips bucking in desperation.
He started flicking his tongue against your clit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your back arched, grinding your pussy against his tongue, feeling it flick deep inside your folds.
âNgh, right there,â You dug your nails into his hair, your toes curling.
âRight here baby?â Jungkook smirked, inserting two fingers into your sopping hole. You couldn't help but moan and nod, as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.
âAss up, princess.â he ordered. Without needing to be told twice, you did as you were told, with wobbly legs you flip around. He roughly grabbed one cheek, squeezing it and spreading you, giving him a view of your tight, puckered hole.
Jungkooks cock twitches in his pants as he watches your holes clench over nothing. âFeeling empty?â He chuckles, a rough hand makes contact with your ass with a hard smackâ your back arches. You let out a loud squeal, pleasure and pain mixing together.
He lets out a low growl, his cock straining against his pants, Jungkook moans as he watches your wetness begin to drip down your thighs onto his seats.
âActually, do you want to tell me about the dragons you were reading about?â Jungkook jokes behind you making you snap your head backwards with a glare.
âYouâre annoying.â You pout, Jungkook eyes twinkle with amusementâ he bites down on his bottom lip containing the smile that is threatening to spill out. âAnnoying? I have you spread out in front of me baby⊠your pussy is literally dripping.â Jungkook tilts his head to the side cheekily.
Your boyfriend taps on your ass for you to turn around.
He didnât have to tell you twice as you flip around, before reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. You pull down on the waistband, alongside his boxers. His cock springs out, the head red and aching.
Jungkook watches you wrap your hand over his thick length, giving a slow pump causing him to blow out a sigh. Jungkook stops you before you connect your lips with his cock.
âAs much as I want you to give me the head of my life, I fucking need to be inside your pretty pussy right now baby.â Jungkook rushes out, tugging on your loose hair backwards.
You pout at him. âLet me fuck you.â Jungkook whispers, the grip on your hair tighten pulling you upwardsâ his lips milliliters away from your face.
âFuck me.â You whimper.
The moment the words left your mouth jungkook is picking you up and placing you on top of his lap. Youâre leaning your back against Jungkook's chest, your legs spread open on each side of his big thighs. His arm is snaked around your waist pulling you closer into him.
âCramps?â Jungkook whispers into your neck, ânot yet.â You joke, he shakes his head with a small laugh before you wrap your hand around his cock aligning it to your entrance.
âGoing to take my cock like a good girl?â He guided your hand, aligning it to your dripping entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your pussy before pushing his cock inside you. You feel the familiar pressure as he slowly slid his length inside you, your pussy sucking him in.
âSo big.. fuck.â You moan, your pussy clenching around him making him moan against your ear. âIf you keep doing that Iâm going to cum.â He chuckled.
You dipped down onto his cock, his cock hitting your cervix when you completely sat down on it. Your legs shake beside you, his hands fastly grip underneath your thighs.
âAll up my belly.â You moan, arching your back against him.
The sight of his cock inside you, buried up to the hilt, made him moan. "You're so tight," he half-whispered, half-growled against the shell of your ear, the roughness of his voice only fueling the intense passion that already burned through your veins.
He wove his fingers into your hair, guiding your head with an almost possessive need as he tilted you to give him better access to your lips. Jungkook crashed his mouth against yours, his tongue invading, claiming. His eyes closed for a moment as he savored the sensation of your wet, tight pussy engulfing him completely.
He groaned as you lifted yourself, his cock popping out momentarily before sliding back in when you slammed down on it, your cervix meeting his tip with each movement. It was a merciless, primal form of pleasure, your wetness coating his length with every thrust.
His eyes remained locked on you as you got lost in the sensation of his thick length filling you up, throaty moans leaving your lips as you moved on top of him, grinding down onto his cock, your hips moving in a circular motion. Jungkook couldn't help the low growl that left his throat
He pulled you back up, forcing you to bounce on his rigid cock, watching as your full lips parted in an ecstatic moan. The sway of your hips in time with the motion of his cock sliding in and out of you was so fucking erotic it was almost a crime.
You gasped, leaning back just enough to give Jungkook better access to your exposed neck. His cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly which each bounce.
Jungkook's hips bucked up, meeting your bounces, desperate to get as deep as he could, to fill you up completely. The sensation was almost overpowering. A familiar heat was building inside you, a sweet ache that craved release.
Your eyes rolled back, waves of pleasure overwhelmed you.
His hips pumped faster, his cock buried deep inside you, stretching you in the most exquisite way. Jungkook took your lips in another deep, greedy kiss, muffling the sounds of your cries as you rocked your hips wildly, trying to take him as deep as you could, desperate to reach that peak that felt so tantalizingly close.
âI canât.â You cry, "That's it, baby, feel every inch." He urged you on.
The thrusts grew rougher, deafening the world around you except for the sound of your moans, his grunts, the soft squelching of your bodies coming together and the rain pouring outside.
The pressure built and built, coiling tighter and tighter until you could no longer contain it. Your entire body trembled as you came undone, shattering the quiet of the car with a lustful cry. Your pussy clamped down around Jungkook's cock,
"Cum for me, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust.
You let out a loud whine as his cock slipped out of you. Your body continued to rock back and forth, the ache of denial from not having his cock buried inside you being too much to bear. You glanced down between your legs, flushed when you noticed the stickiness that coated your inner thighs.
Jungkook picked up your trembling body and placed your back onto the leather seat. âGonâ fuck you missionary so I can see your pretty face when I fill you up with my cum.â Your boyfriend growls.
Jungkook wasted no time, returning home, his cock sliding inside you once more as you let out a needy moan.
His thrusts were relentless, deep, and hard, driving himself into you. The way your pussy immediately clenched around him, took him in so greedily, made him groan, his eyes locked on yours.
A hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to keep you eager for air. âH-harder,â you pant, your voice growing hoarse as his grip tightened.
The car rocked beneath the force of his thrusts, the sounds of wet slaps echoed, mixed with your cries of pleasure, your head tossing back, your eyes rolling back at the ferocity of his thrusts, the sensations building once more, the climax burning beneath your skin.
"Harder...fuck, harder," you cried out, your voice high-pitched and desperate. Jungkook chuckled, releasing his hold on your throat, you gasp as you inhale deeply for air.
Jungkook fingers find their way to your clit once more, his thumb rubbing it in circles while he continues to thrust into your soaked cunt.
The mix of the insistent pressure on your clit and the rough thrusts was too much, a wave of pure pleasure crashing over you, your pussy gripping his cock, your body pulsing around him. Jungkook pulled out, watching with a devilish grin as your pussy squirted all over the two of you.
Jungkook slapped his cock on your swollen clitâ watching your pussy spasm with spurts of juices, before pushing his cock back into you.
The sensation of being filled once more, the echo of your screams, bouncing off the car roof, and the overwhelming orgasm had left you lightheaded. You clung to Jungkook, panting, drool sliding down your chin.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me..." He groaned in pleasure, the sensation of your slick walls gripping him, almost drowning him.
"You... fuck me so good, baby," you panted, the words slurred, your voice bordering on sounding completely fucked-dumb. Your body shuddering, your pussy spasming around his cock, your orgasm brewing fast. Jungkook's hips sped up, his cock pulsing inside you.
Suddenly, your back arched, your vision filled with a white haze as another orgasm crashed over you. The delicious agony coursed through your body, your pussy clenching down on his cock, Jungkook grunted, feeling you contract around him, the sensation sending him over the edge. His cock pumped inside you, the warmth of his seed filling you up completely. He moaned against your neck, his heart pounding, lost in the sensation of having you completely wrapped around him
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his jaw clenching, his eyes closed as he rode out the intense wave of ecstasy. His breath hitched, his hips jerking, before he collapsed against you, his cock still throbbing inside you, spent.
Your body continued to tremble, the aftershocks of the powerful climax lingering. Your heart raced, your breaths coming in ragged pants, sweat beading on your forehead.
With a low growl, Jungkook slowly pulled out of you leaving you feeling impossibly empty. The slick sound of his withdrawal accompanied by a heated chuckle of his.
Jungkook looked down, the sight of your pussy dripping with his cumâ your wet pussy gaping, waiting for him to fill you once again.
Jungkook watched, captivated by the scene, as you reached down to collect his cum, watching as you pushed it back inside.
âFuck.. that was hot.â Jungkook groaned, his lips landed on your face, trails of wet kisses from your forehead, down to your nose, your cheeks, and finally landing on your lips. The storm outside, the rain and thunder providing the soundtrack to your post-coital bliss.
Your limp, spent body sprawled over his car seats, your heart still racing, your breaths coming in shallow pants. You gazed up at him, the sweat on his forehead, the flush on his cheeks, the lust still in his eyes, his breathing heavy. A hand cupped your cheek, his fingers gently stroking your jawline as his lips moved against yours in a tender kiss.
Jungkook traced his fingers along your jawline, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear.
"You good, baby?" He asked, the tenderness in his voice, an unexpected warmth to the intensity of what had just happened.
Your eyes fluttered open, looking up at him and giving a slow, lazy smile. "Yeah, just a bit sore," you responded, blatantly referring to the aching between your legs.
"You're cute, baby," Jungkook whispered into your lips, the simple remark warming you, leaving your heart fluttering. You hummed in content.
The two of you lay there, naked, your skin still glistening from sweat, the weight of the storm outside more comforting than daunting. Your breaths slowly returning to normal.
A beat of silence permeated the car until Jungkook finally broke it, his voice brimming with mirth. "So... do you think we fucked better than the dragons from your book?"
warnings:Â college!jk, rich!jk, he's a college nepo baby!!!, waitress!oc, flashbacks to summer, (mild) enemies to lovers, oc lives with tae (they're besties), jk is besties with jimin, mentions of parents infidelity, mentions of oc's virginity (lost prior to the story starting), a little angsty, jk is nawt a fuckboi, but he is stewpid, unprotected sex, bathroom escapades, multiple positions, oral (f), mentions of blowjobs, house parties, jackson wang!!!!!!!, yoongi has no lines but is also one of my fave characters lmao
wordcount:Â 16k
note from holly: this was written as a commission over on ko-fi!! it went through soooo many changes and edits - at one point it was over 24k lmao. i have so much lore and backstory for this couple, but I'll save it for a rainy day!! one of the main prompts was the 2004 classic a cinderella story, and there are little nods to it throughout the story, including the diner name!! a commenter on wattpad said the pairing reminded them of danny and sandy from grease and like... i see it lmao. anywaysss enjoy!! <33
minors dni // cross posted to wattpad
It's a well-trained habit, your fleeting glance towards the door of Montgomery's Diner when the bell rings.
Though the clatter of cheap porcelain being stacked on a tray almost manages to drown out the chiming metal, it's never quite enough. Softening your hardened expression, you continue on with your work, careful to not let your contempt show too much.
You already know who it isâor at least, who it could be. Only saw the girl leading the pack, but know that where Claudia goes, the rest of The Untouchables will surely follow.
Gorgeous in a way that money can't buy, and careless in a way that money makes up for, she's never taken personal issue with you. Barely even registers your existence.
From your quick look, you know that it's not just the girls today. It's the guys, too.
All with parents on the college board, they're regarded as campus royalty. Are aptly known as The Untouchables, 'cause the rules that apply to you don't apply to them. They'll likely continue with their lives in a similar manner for years to come, and will pass these attributes off to their offspring, whom they'll name after countries or distant relatives who were once regarded to be regal.
Gathering up the last of the discarded napkins on the table, you take one final, fleeting look just to see if a familiar face is with them.
It's not that you actively want to see him.
You just haven't seen him in the best part of a fortnight, which is odd.
He's been in your section of the Diner near enough every single night of the past three monthsâbut school is starting up again, and he's got appearances to keep.
God-forbid Jeon Jungkookâson of the Admissions Director and heir-apparent to an unholy amount of real estate tied to the universityâever associates with the lowly scholarship kids like you.
The only reason The Untouchables ever come to this Diner is because it's the last remaining place close to the university that hasn't been snapped up and integrated into the campus. You guess it must feel like freedom to them, in a way.
In fact, you know this is the case. Jungkook has told you himself.
Has told you a lot.
Told you far too much.
Such candid honesty from him, shared during the lonely heat of a sweltering summer, is what makes it so jarring when he looks away as soon as his dark eyes meet yours.
Tall, broad, handsome; he's everything the gossip magazines you read during your downtime swoon over, but also everything they warn against. Too pretty for his own good, the resident agony aunt would call him if she were ever to see him. Would assume his ego is far larger than his shoe size; superiority complex embedded into his skin like the ink of his tattoos.
And while you think that perhaps those assumptions could be true, you also know the reality of him; how gentle his hands can be. Helpful, too. Delicate. Ornate, almost, when they fold bills into five petal flowers. Strong, when they grip the back of your neck. Commanding, when they're wrapped around his leather steering wheel.
You shouldn't know the way his car smells. Shouldn't know how he presses the heel of his palm against the wheel when he's reversing, or just how easy it is to clamber into the backseats over the centre console.
But you do, and it rests on your tongue like a dirty little secret desperate to escape:Â I know you.
You're not sure if you know him better than The Untouchables, but you know him independent of them. Not many people do.
It's rare to find him without Jimin cracking a joke by his side, or Claudia making a slightly mean remark masked as innocent ignorance as she leads him astray.
But summer happened, and so did Jungkook. With his friends away at their holiday homes, and his father's infidelity ripping his family apart at the seams, he'd needed something to stitch himself back together. Let you thread yourself through his very being, and once you'd tied yourself in a pretty little bow around his heart, he'd cut you off.
Is that not what all craftsmen do, though? Discard what no longer serves a purpose?
Memories of him, in all the places you never should have let him in, ravage your thoughts.
The scent of his aftershave lingers on the childhood plushie he used to tease you for having on your bed, but would also automatically hug into his chest every single time he entered your room.
The things he didâand the things he didn't doâcorrupt your dreams and leave you restless when you wake.
The smudged mascara under your eyes hides the bags from your lack of sleep, and your only respite is that the little puffs beneath his eyes are extra prominent today. He's tried, too.
For a minute, you feel vindicated.
It doesn't last.
For the past few months, if he's been sleeping badly, you've known about it. Kept him company in this very Diner, or in the basement of a party house he was dumb enough to take you to, forgetting he'd have to return there after summer finished, too.
The walls might not talk, but Jackson Wang certainly does. Jungkook knows it's only a matter of time until his dirty little secretsâno matter how pure they actually areâbecome the talk of the town.
He always slept well in your bedroom, though.
Funny, that.
He's dressed simply, today: white t-shirt, black jeans, chunky black boots on his feet. It's still warm out, even if the sun does begin to set a little earlier than it had been during the hotter months. He's got no need for a jacket, and you despise how undeniably gorgeous his arms are in the dewy humidity. Tattoos trailing up and down his skin, you'd be forgiven for thinking he was a man of complexities.
Turns out he's just like every other good-for-nothing fuck boy who wasn't worth your time.
The Untouchables sit towards the front of the Diner. Your section is at the back, and there's no way in hell you're deviating from your set section. Not today. Not when he's with them.
"I thought we were free," your colleague, Maria, grumbles as you bring your tray to the counter.
Like you, she's a scholarship kid. Is the one who got you the job at the Diner after you both moved into the shared house you live in off-campus. Three of you live thereâyou, Maria, and Taehyungâand you all share the same disdain for The Untouchables.
"It never ends," you tease in reply. Glance over your shoulder, back at the table.
They're laughing and joking about something you can't quite decipher. All of them, except Jungkook.
There's a sternness to him. One of which you'd forgotten about. With one hand on the table, the other in his lap, his thumb fidgets over his tense knuckles. Sunglasses rest on the crown of his head, pushed up into his hair to hold it back off his face. Staring at nothing much, he's chewing up his bottom lip until he feels the familiar burn of your eyes on him. Looks your way.
It's curious, how looking at you halts his body from its self-soothing actions. He no longer nibbles on his lip. His tightly balled first eases.
"What do you think, Kookie?" Claudia drawls, drawing his attention back to the group. "You coming tonight?"
"Hm?" He questions, eyes pulling away from you. He begins to rub his thumb over his knuckles again. "Sorry, was just looking at the menu board. What are we talking about?"
"Party at the Conservatory," Jimin says from across the table. Though he's the one sitting beside Claudia, everyone knows Jungkook is the one that she's really interested in. Has been since their first day of college. "First of the semester. It's one of their birthdays. Reckon it'll be a big one."
On campus, but close enough to the boundaries that it's never infringed upon by security or university officials, the Conservatory isn't what it seems. A boarding house for the creme-de-la-creme of the Botany and Conservation PhD students, it's surrounded by land. Has rows upon rows of greenhouses for their projects.
Of the few times you've been there, you've always thought it was like a maze. The perfect place to get lost. The perfect place to get found, too.
Unfortunately for the PhD students, the house custodian took on the role for one thing and one thing only: to throw the biggest ragers on campus. Knows fuck all about growing anything that isn't illegal. Only managed to get the role, 'cause like the rest of The Untouchables, his dad works high up in the college. He's a few years older than them. Belongs to a different generation of campus royalty, but is keen on making sure his legacy remains.
After all, there ain't no party like a Jackson Wang party.
Namjoonâone of the Botanists and the birthday boy himselfâhas started padlocking the greenhouses.
Another one of themâYoongiâminored in mechanical engineering. Has a coin-operated lock on his bathroom door. Makes enough money from a single Jackson Wang party to sustain himself for an entire month.
Hoseok and Jin, the remaining two, are just as messy as Jackson. Have only started PhDs because they don't know what else to do and don't want their youth to abruptly end. Live for the parties; survive for the studying.
"Now, who's told you that?" Jungkook smiles, as if the prospect of showing up at the Conservatory doesn't make him feel a little bit sick. "Jackson?"
"Obviously."
"Well, of course he's gonna tell you it'll be big," Jungkook laughs. "Wants to rope as many of you fuckers in as he can."
"And it works every time," Jimin smirks back. "If everyone thinks it'll be a rager, everyone will want to go. He's a marketing genius, if you ask me."
Jungkook rolls his eyes. Is fond in how he interacts with his friends. Has grown up with most of them. Whether or not they're everyones cup of tea is debatable, but they're his people.
And yet he finds himself glancing back over to the counter. You're not there anymore. Are out back, he assumes. Knows the layout, now. Where the walk-in freezer is. The little nook that you sit in during your break. He doubts any of his friends have ever been in a commercial kitchen, let alone one at a place like this.
While yes, his friends have only ever been good to him, he knows that it isn't the case for everyone they interact with. Is well aware that his friends would be confused beyond belief if they ever found out he knows how to click through the Diner's cash register and find the discount section. Would be even more perplexed if they were to see his initials hidden in one of the codes.
But summer was lonely.
Or at least it was.
Lonely, until it wasn't. Isolating, until he sought solace in someone he can't even bring himself to speak to in front of his friends.
Casting his eyes back down to the table, well aware that he's got no reason to feel as cut up as he does, he fakes a laugh. Looks up again at his friends with a grin so sincere that they'd never guess the way it feels like his heart is in his throat. "Alright. You're on. What time?"
The conversation dissolves into plansâwhat to wear, what drink to take.
After a summer apart, Jungkook thought it would be nice to be with his friends again. Thought he'd be excited; that he'd welcome them all back with open arms. Ask them about their summers, and lament his time spent here.
When Jimin asks him why he didn't go to the Italian villa his parents normally insist they spend the summer at, Jungkook shrugs.
"Dad has some stuff to sort out, so it was better to stay here," he says, minimising the reality of what really happened. Even you don't know for certain. All you know is that his father did something incredibly immoral, to the point where Jungkook can't even stand to look at him.
Is why he spent all those nights in the diner.
Was confusing at first. He was always angry. Always frowning. Always ordering black coffees and nothing else, huddled up in the corner booth, away from the world.
But with summer comes monsoons, and with monsoons come terrible conditions for walking home.
He expected you to say no when he offered you a ride. You expected to say no, tooâbut then a please and thank you had escaped your lips.
A routine grew. Habits formed.
Curious little thing, habits are. 21 days. That's all the time they take to develop.
Jungkook spent 63 days of summer with you in varying capacities. Enough time to learn a habit three times over.
The one that haunts him most is how it felt to have your hand beneath his on his gear stick. Finds the absence of you when he drives unbearable. Knows he's got no one to blame but himself; not just for creating distance, but also for minimising it in the first place.
He's the one who offered you a lift. He's the one who messaged you on your days off to see if you fancied going for a drive. He's the one who didn't turn the AC on just to get you shaking your jacket off your shoulders.
And he's the one that drove you out to the coast one evening for no other reason than wanting to hear the waves. He's the one who opened up to you about his family. He's the one that made things more than what they were.
Had walked along the shore with you, too scared to hold your hand beneath the lunar light. Opted for playful banter instead, nudging you into the lapping waves.
But the waves got bigger, and Jungkook's unbridled desire to have you close did just the same. Like always, he took things too far. Drenched in sea water, you'd laughed with him for the entire ride home.
Invited him in. Said, "The salt will ruin your clothes. We should wash them."
"Hand wash only," he'd said, pinging his damp t-shirt against his chest. It stuck to him in such a way you learned all of his edges before you ever saw him nakedânot like there was much time between these two instances. Ended up in your shower with him, clothes beneath your feet, the excuse of hand washing disregarded the second he had you naked.
You learned three things about Jungkook in that shower.
The first is that he giggles. Lips on yours, hands clutching your jaw, whenever the water was a little too intrusive, he'd separate with a laugh. Would kiss you again, a smile still on his face. Would pretend as if he wasn't giggling.
But he was, and it was lovely.
The second was that he's the type to lean his head forward, not tip it back. With his hands pressed to the shower tiles behind you as your fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, he let his head dip to his chest. Gave him ample opportunity to press kisses to the top of your headâor at least it did until you got to your knees and started taking his hard cock in your mouth.
"Shit," he had husked. Whined. Praised. "Fuck. You're so fuckin' good at that."
It was around then that you became aware he was a head pusher, too.
Almost as if he was saving the best until last, the third thing you learned was how he likes to cum; in your sheets, cock buried in your pussy, your hands clasped above your head. Missionary, 'cause he likes to kiss you through it. In your bed, 'cause he likes losing himself in everything you are. Prefers finishing inside you, but you refuse to fuck him without a condom so he never gets exactly what he wants. It's close enough, though.
Spent weeksâmonthsâlaying unfair claim to your body, and now he can't bring himself to look in your direction. It infuriates you.
But more than anything else, it embarrasses you.
Even your reflection laughs at you. Cackles 'told you so' every time you look in the mirror.
You always wondered why you never heard much about Jungkook's hook ups around campus. Everyone knows about Jimin and how his cock has been perpetually wet since the first day of freshers week, but there's always been a secrecy when it comes to Jungkook.
It's something you've teased him about; in your sheets, bodies clammy, his heart beating so fast in his chest you'd been forgiven for thinking he'd just run a marathon.
"When do I have to sign it?" You had giggled.
"Sign what?" He'd husked, voice all wispy and fucked out.
"The NDA," you'd replied as if it was obvious. "It's been, like, what? A month? Surely it's about time you made sure I kept my mouth shut like all your other girls do?"
On your front, your arms were folded over his chest, and he was gently rearranging the pretty little updo he'd made a mess of. Though he was looking at his hands as he replied, you kept your eyes on his. Studied his sincerity.
"Reason you don't hear about other girls is 'cause there aren't any."
A smile twitched at the corner of your lips, but you didn't let it shine for him.
"Sure."
There was a small jerk to his torso as a breathy smirk formed on his face.
"You think I can't be trusted?"
"I think it's foolish to trust any man."
His deep, dark eyes sank down to focus on yours. Offered you all the sincerity you'd be searching for, and more.
"That's all I am, huh?" He'd challenged you. "Just another one of your men?"
"One of the many," you'd teased just to rile him up a little.
"Ah," he'd played along. "So that's why I always have to wear a condom?"
With a saccharine smirk on your lips, you'd gotten back in position, legs straddled over his hips. Had kissed him. Whispered, "No. That's just because I know it annoys you."
"You annoy me all the time," he'd mumbled into your lips, hands gripping your waist to get you grinding against his still sensitive cock. Barely fifteen minutes since he'd last finished, there was no way he was ready to go again.
"Hm?" You'd hummed against his kisses, then began to work your way down his neck in a way that always got him a little moany. "If I'm so annoying, why are you getting hard again, baby?"
"You can be annoying and hot," he told you as he desperately tried to not let his insatiable need for you show.
"Is that how you like your girls?" You'd ribbed once more, just to piss him off a little. It was never serious. Never something you would actually fret over.
Perhaps you should have done, but then he told you with a little too much candour, "No. It's how I like my girl. Singular."
Loose lips sink ships, and Jungkook was one iceberg away from greeting the ocean floor. Closing his lips back down on yours, he was making sure you were just as insatiable for him as he was for you. He didn't cum again that evening, even if you did more times than you cared to count.
A greedy lover, is Jeon Jungkook. Edacious.
And so you understand, now, why the girls he gets entangled with stay silent; how the hoaxes he plays leave them utterly hysterical. They're subject to silence, because who would possibly believe all those sweet little lies he tells? How mad would they be considered if they tried to convince anyone he has a heart?
His brazen lack of humanity is proven when he comes to pay for the table. Any of them could have done it. Yet he elects to stand in front of your till and wait for you to serve him.
Have you not served him enough?
You refuse to utter a single word in his direction. Don't look at him, don't give him any satisfaction. He can read it for himself, he can pay, and he can fuck off.
"Keep the change," he mumbles tossing down the billsâbut like fuck are you gonna keep anything he gives you.
He begins to walk away, a little shrunken in his stature.
"Excuse me, sir."
Stopping dead in his tracks, Jungkook is perplexed to hear you address him so coldly.
"Your change," you say, holding a closed hand out for him to hold his own hand beneath. He doesn't want to cause a scene. Obliges. Is surprised when notes, not coins, fall into his palm.
More specifically, notes folded into the shape of flowers. His handiwork, he's certain. Was something he used to do in the early hours of your late night diner shifts. If he said something a little mean, or bickered with you a little too hard, he'd fold his notes up like posies and give them to you as a remedy.
Never used those notes to buy you real flowers, mind you.
Back when things were still easy, you pulled him up on it. Told him that you'd be far easier to seduce with a little wooing. He'd told you that you were easy to seduce regardless.
You didn't speak to him for the rest of your shift.
Ended it with fourteen folded bills in the shape of a bouquet, and when the backseat windows of his car had a thick veil of condensation coating them that same evening, he'd drawn you flowers on them.
"No point in flowers," he'd told you. "They just wither up and die."
Which is funny, 'cause it kinda looks like Jungkook is doing that very same thing right in this moment. He goes to speak, but nothing comes out.
Disappointing, you think, then realise of course he is. Has done nothing but disappoint you.
You smile. Jungkook looks like he wants to cry. Good.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
21 repetitions. That's how many times it takes to form a habit. You know this.
You also know that 90 days of this repetition will form a habit to last a lifetime.
As you hook up your apron, and free your hair of the ribbon that had been tightly wrapped around your ponytail, you know these are 'lifetime' habits. Apron, then ponytail. Always.
But when you say goodbye to Maria, and ask if she'll be at home this evening, you find yourself leaning into a recently formed habit. It's not anything particularly noteworthy. Not something anyone would notice.
Well, not anyone who matters. You don't think Jungkook counts as someone who matters, anymore.
But he'd noticed; how you'd started glancing across to his parking spot whenever you clocked out. Had teased you for it. Asked you if it was the highlight of your day, seeing him there, as if it wasn't the highlight of his.
You should have known the playful banter when he told you not to get used to it wasn't really banter at all.
Yet here you are, glancing across to his parking spot only to see it empty.
It's not even like it's his spot. Whenever he's with his friends, they walk. Live right on campus, so don't need to drive, and if they do, they'll park right by the doors.
In the height of summer, when the lot was empty and Jungkook wasn't driving for his sake but for yours, he liked to park in the far corner. Said dumb shit about not wanting any weirdos scratching it. Whined and moaned whenever someone performed the very human act of parking next to the only other car in an empty parking lot.
"So many spaces!" He'd blather on. Would speak with his hands. Get deliberately more animated, 'cause it always made you laugh. "And they choose here?!"
The memories make you smile, until the yellow headlights of another car flood into the parking lot. They reveal what's right in front of you; a crowd of cars and not a single one of them you care for.
It's not like you cared for Jungkook, either. Was just something to pass the time when the streets were quiet and his head was loud.Â
In turn, you gave him quiet, and he made your summer feel loud.
But the leaves are turning brown and the water in the roadside puddles is becoming stale. The seasons have changed and so has the nature of your interactions. It's fine. You don't care. Really. Couldn't think of anyone you'd want to hang around less. Would rather die than associate with The Untouchables.
You never needed a lift, not really. Especially not when it always took you an hour to get home 'cause Jungkook just wanted to keep on driving.
Grumbling to yourself just to try and divert your mind from thoughts of him, your heart almost skips a beat when your phone vibrates in your pocket. For a second, you wonder if it could be him.
Where you at? It could read. I'm here.
Or maybe, I miss you.
I can't sleep without you.
This is so stupid. Can I come over?
It won't say of those things and you damn well know it.
Your text thread is dormant. The last message is from you, two weeks prior.
You:Â you not coming in tonight?
You:Â you'll be pleased to know my fairy godmother turned a pumpkin into a carriage to make sure i got home safe x
You:Â ... at least let me know if ur alive?
Rolling your eyes at how mortifying your desperation feels, the scowl that settles into your expression is comical. It's like you're fighting with the wind that's threading itself through your hair.
Pulling your phone out, the scowl only intensifies.
Jackass Wang:Â party tonight
You:Â so????
One thing about Jackson is that he's not gonna leave anyone on read, especially when he's trying to drum up attendees for his parties.
Jackass Wang:Â so i haven't seen you around for a while, montgomery
"Fuckin' Montgomery," you mutter at the nickname.
It's the one that all of Jungkook's friends seem to refer to you as, as if you don't have a personality outside of your job.
Still, at least Jackson is a little bit inventive with it. Calls you Monts. Monty, Monstera Plant, Monte Carlo, and god knows what else. If it starts with 'Mon,' he's found a way to end it with a cheeky smirk and smug anticipatory look in your direction, as he awaits your reaction.
You:Â i like it better when i don't see you x
Jackass Wang:Â you know that isn't true. loverboy will be there. come with him. or don't. i don't care. you can bring your little friends with you.
You:Â they'd rather die :) x
Jackass Wang:Â y'know, you're replying an awful lot for a girl who's not interested ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
You:Â you just can't take no for an answer
Jackass Wang:Â yes i can - but you haven't said no yet. c'mon. loverboy has been moping around all week. i can't be arsed with his mardy ass energy all evening.
You:Â so don't invite him???? i don't see why it's my problem?????
The fact that you don't need clarification of who Jackson means is proof enough that perhaps Jackson's onto something.
Jackass Wang:Â conservatory any time after 9. be there or be square montgomery. or don't be. i'm sure loverboy can get his dick wet without you, but it's easier for everyone if he doesn't.
You:Â charming x
Jackass Wang:Â it's why the ladies love me.
You:Â all of them except this one, apparently. have a nice party. stay away from the drugs.
Jackass Wang:Â can't be tamed, monte carlo. nor can loverboy. come keep him company.
The block button towards the top of your message thread looks incredibly tempting. Just a single click and you'll never have to deal with Jackson Wang and his dumb parties ever again.
Part of you can't believe you've ever been associated with them, as it is.
Summer defied the conventions of the life you've built for yourself. You weren't the person you thought you were.
Kicking off your shoes when you arrive home, the door slams shut behind you. A gentle voice calls through to check if it's you.
"Maria's still working," you say as you walk into the kitchen, tossing your bag down on the floor and your phone on the counter.
Taehyung, your best friend since your first week at college, is cooking himself dinner, but offers you a spoon of the tomato sauce he's making. Humming as you taste it, you're amazed by how he manages to make even the simplest thing delicious.
"S'good. What is that? Cumin?"
Nodding, he smiles. "A little paprika, too. You want some?"
His hair is dishevelled, blonde and sunkissed from the sweltering summer skies. He always looks great with a tan; radiant and full of youth.
Shaking your head, you really don't have an appetite. "Think I'm gonna have an early night."
He's about to reply when your phone buzzes. Both of you glance down. Your skin feels red hot, and when Taehyung almost chokes on the spoonful of sauce he's just tried, he's all sorts of confused.
"Why the fuck is Jackson Wang messaging you?"
"Hmm?" You hum as if you have no idea what he's talking about. Realise from the look on his face that he doesn't buy it for a second. "Oh! That Jackson Wang. Think he sent a text to his entire contact list. Something about a party."
"No," Taehyung asserts. "Absolutely not. You cannot bullshit out of this one."
"It's not bullshit," you whine as you pretend to look in the fridge for something to drink. Settle on a beer left by one of Taehyung's friends at a party held last semester. It wasn't quite a Jackson Wang level party, but nothing ever is. "He's just trying to drum up numbers for his stupid party tonight."
Taehyung is many things, but stupid he is not. Though he's blonde (thanks to a bottle of bleach and a few too many jack and cokes), he bends all the stereotypes. His tuition is covered by a scholarship for academic excellence.
"Don't give me that bull."
"It's not bull!"
"So you're telling me, out of everyone at our college, the Jackson Wang is texting you to make up numbers for his party?"
"Yes!" you exclaim, partially a little offended at it being such an unfathomable idea. "And he said you can come too, so maybe you're the one he's really after!"
His expression is flat. You are paper thin.
He's known you long enough to know when you're giving him half-truths.
He also knows you spent the summer alone in this house, and that there's a new toothbrush in the bathroom next to yours.
"You're hooking up with him, aren't you?"
"No!"
Out of everyone to be accused of sleeping with, Jackson Wang is, like, the worst of the worst. He's handsome, sure, but he's also slept with pretty much every girl on campus. Is a teenage boy in a grown adult's body. You'd rather not fornicate with a guy who still finds 'your mum' jokes funny.
Taehyung gasps at your immediate denial. "You are!"
"I'm not!"
"All that talk about saving it for someone special, and you mean to tell me you went and lost it to Jackson fuckin' Wang?!"
Everything about this conversation is making you want to punch yourself in the face. The topic of sex, and just why you've never gotten around to it, has dominated many conversations around this dining table. If you have to discuss it again, you might move out.
"Oh my God," you whine, throwing your head back. "We are not having this conversation."
"Yes, we are."
"No, we're not, because I didn't lose my virginity to Jackson Wang!" You stress. The more you think about it, the more offended you are.
"To Jackson Wang," Taehyung echoes, as he begins to join invisible dots. "But you did lose it to someone."
"No," you insist, but Taehyung refuses to buy it. Knows you too damn well.
He always thought he'd know when you lost it. That it'd be a boy you'd been dating. Committed to. Someone good. Someone worthy. Not someone you keep in the shadows.
"There's something you're not telling me," he frowns. "What the fuck happened this summer?"
With a sigh so deep it's a miracle you're still breathing, you relent. Never signed one of those NDA's you're convinced Jungkook must hand out like candy, as if he's some sort of celebrity and not just some college reprobate.
"Jungkook," you feebly admit. Take a sip on your beer. Don't look at Taheyung, 'cause you're afraid to see his reaction. "Wasn't Jackson. Was Jungkook."
You tell Taehyung everything. How Jungkook never knew you were a virgin. How he still doesn't. How you blame yourself for your hurt, but him for not getting you any band aids to help deal with it; for not kissing you better when he was the one to cause you such hurt in the first place.
As you recite you memories, you play a game against yourself:Â take a sip every time you want to cry.
By the time you've told Taehyung the nitty-gritty truth, the bottle of wine that had been in the fridge is finished, as well as your beer.
"I can't believe this," Taehyung says for what feels like the billionth time.
There's a certain shame that comes with Taehyung's confusion.
Embarrassment, like the way Jungkook would cringe at himself whenever he stumbled on his words, or the way you'd covered your reddening cheeks with your hands when he teased you for looking at him in the way you did.
Remorse of time wasted before him, and time wasted with him.
Regret of the things you did and the things he didn't.
It's all very confusing. Exhausting. If you were to really think about it, you'd spend a week in bed with a box of tissues. Would ask Taehyung why he didn't warn you that a heart could feel this horrid.
But he did, and you damn well know it.
Shrugging, you reach for the bottle and split the final few glugs between your glasses.
"We were just bored," you play it off. "Had nothing better to do. No one better to do."
But Taehyung shakes his head. "You don't have to do that, yanno. Pretend like it didn't matter. It's okay that it did. Even if he is a prick, and even if he's no better than the rest of them. It's okay that it hurts."
You're silent when he says this.
Despite your teasing, you never really thought Jungkook was much of a player.
But his friends are back now, and you've been relegated to the sidelines. Doesn't matter if he spent weeksâmonthsâplaying in no field but yours. Greener pastures have presumably sprouted. Your turf is wrecked from his carelessness, and he's left you to heal yourself while he goes and wrecks another.
Whoever he was pretending to be in the summer isn't who he is now that his friends are backâbut when they're laughing and joking in the basement of the Conservatory that evening, Jungkook knows which version of himself he prefers.
"You need to get laid," Jimin tells Jungkook with a laugh. "Never seen a man look so bloody miserable at a party."
Of all the things Jungkook needs, getting laid is not one of them. In fact, he thinks it would be a very sensible idea if he never got laid again. Sex is messy. People get all emotional over it.
Or more so, he gets all emotional over it.
Had never been the type to, before. Always thought it was something that just happened to other people. Not to him.
He pushes the thoughts aside. Feels a little sick. Shrugs off Jimin's remark.
"If I wanted to get laid, I would get laid."
"So why don't you? Will do us all a favour. Claudia's beenâ"
"I couldn't give a fuck," Jungkook interrupts Jimin. "I'm not interested."
He never has been. Wants nothing to do with this university, and the men that run it, and so would never date one of their daughters.
They're all corrupt. Every last one of them. All cheat on their wives. All throw their families under the bus for their own selfish exploits. His own father's affair has proven this to him.
Jungkook pities his friends. Just because their parents haven't fucked up yet, doesn't mean they won't.
"Oi, Loverboy," Jackson calls from across the room, breaking the tension only to replace it with a headache for Jungkook. "Where's your little girlfriend? I told her to come."
"Who?" Jimin chirps.
Jungkook grates his jaw. Is deadly serious when he says, "Leave it, Jackson."
"Trouble in paradise for our lovebirds, huh?"
"I said leave it."
"Who the fuck is he talking about?" Jimin continues to ask, incredibly curious about this turn of events. Leave town for a couple of months, he thinks, and everything changes.
"No one."
"That one from the diner," Jackson just continues fuckin' talking. Jungkook wants to scream. "The one with a stick up her assâ"
"Jackson, cut it out," Jungkook snaps. "She's no one. Just fuckin' leave it."
"You ashamed, huh, Loverboy?" Jackson berates him a little bit. He isn't trying to be a dick, but he thinks Jungkook is acting like a tool. Jackson is no saint, but at least he doesn't ever pretend to be something he's not. "Poor girl. Wear her like your favourite pair of shoes all summer and then throw her to the trash when your friends come back? I thought better of you. So did she, probably. Shame."
Of all the people Jungkook ever expected to receive lessons in morality from, Jackson Wang was not the one. He parades himself around the Conservatory like Hugh Hefner reincarnated, his class attributed to money and not behaviours.
"The fuck have you been doing this summer, Kook?" Jimin laughs, utterly dumbfounded by his reactions.
They've all had their fair share of less than conventional lovers. If Jungkook has been fucking around with a girl from the Diner, then so what? Who cares?
"Nothing," Jungkook snaps.
It's not that he's ashamed.Â
It's that you're separate.
When he's with you, all of thisâthe bullshit of college life and calamity of his family falling apartâdissolves into nothingness. He doesn't have to think. Finds himself at ease.
If you were to ever become a part of his lifeâhis real one, not the one he got so used to living in with you over the summerâthen it'd all change.
He doesn't want that.
He wants you to be a safe haven.
A refuge point can't be in the midst of a fire, though. He has to keep you away. At arms length.
But god damn, he wishes you would come and put out his fire. He's struggling. Finds existing without you so fucking hard. Doesn't know at which point he became so dependent, but knows his oxygen is running low.
He's suffocating. Isn't sure how much longer he can keep this up.
"Yeah, sure seems like nothing," Jimin smirks with a shake of his head as Jungkook storms off to get some much needed air. "Oi, Jackson, what was that all about?"
With a shrug, and yet another girl on his arm, Jackson grins. Puts on a pathetic little voice to mimic Jungkook's tantrum. "Fink baby boy has a wittle cwush."
"Girl from the diner?" Jimin implores, still smirking at Jackson's dumb humour. "Which one?"
"You really have to ask?"
For all of his mystery, Jungkook has never been a man of subtleties. His eyes give him away.
They always have done.
When he was looking at the menu board earlier that day? It was obvious.
Before college broke up for summer, and how Jungkook would always cast his eyes down to his hands whenever you, specifically, came to take their order? It was obvious.
How Jungkook would always make sure he was on the side of the booth that gave him ample opportunity to steal glances of you? It was so fucking obvious.
Sometimes he'd laugh at the slightly sarcastic remarks you gave Claudia whenever she would ask irritating questions about the menu.
When they were deciding where to eat, Jungkook would suggest the Montgomery's Diner, always.
So, no, Jimin doesn't really have to ask.
"Stupid prick," he sighs, sipping on his beer. Loves Jungkook to absolute death, but will never understand him. Figures that maybe you do. Worries that Jungkook is about to wreck it all. He calls after Jackson, "She here tonight?"
"Invited her," he calls back. "But she's got an attitude problem to rival his. Fuck knows if she's around. You'll feel her ice before you see her."
Which is funny, because the lingering summer heat sticks to your skin as you nervously meander up a driveway you know all too well.
The Conservatory is decidedly not a conservatory.
It's a complex. A maze of buildings, and greenhouses, and fuck knows what else. You've no interest in gardening, but if excelling at it meant living somewhere like this, maybe you'd consider taking it up as a hobby.
The buildings are mostly redbrick, with large windows, and even larger doors. It's the kind of place you'd imagine a Duke of some far away land prancing about in. Playing croquet, or secretly courting a lowly village girl that his parents will never approve of.
The irony isn't lost on you.
"Wait, how do I look?" Taehyung asks for what feels like the hundredth time. "Not too dressy?"
"You're wearing a waistcoat," you reply, face twisted in affectionate condemnation. He looks great, but he also does look far too dressy. It's his 'look', though, and one that'll get him attention, both good and bad.
If Kim Taehyung walked around with the arrogance his handsome face warranted him with, he'd be the heartthrob of the campus. You think even Claudia would want a slice of himâand given his distaste for the elite yet pining desire to be on their level, it'd be quite the complex pairing.
All of the other men here are in t-shirts, but Taehyung has never been like other men. It's part of the reason you like him so much.
One thing, however, you don't like about Taehyung is his domineering need to 'fix' things. It comes from a place of love, and he only ever does it because he cares, but it's not always in your best interest.
When he told you to go and get changed out of your work uniform, you thought he was planning on taking you to a bar. That you'd be drowning your sorrows over wine you can't afford.
You would never agree to go to the Conservatory. Not now.
Which is why he didn't tell you of his plan.
Instead, he ordered a cab and didn't give you the chance to protest. You were already halfway there by the time you realised.
"Why don't we just go home?" You whine, tugging on his arm as you stand by the gate that leads through the gardensâthe same ones you used to traipse around in with Jungkook. "We don't need to be here."
"Uh-uh," he shakes his head, firmly standing his ground. "I've avoided this place for two years, and the second my back is turned it becomes your new home. The least you could do is invite me round for dinner."
"It's not my new homeâ"
"MONTGOMERY!"
The voice of Jackson Wang yelling across the front lawn makes you want to shrivel up and die. Sink down into the ground. You'd make great compost for the botanists.
"Y'know, you and Loverboy really need to stop lying so much," he says with an incredibly intoxicated grin as he lumbers towards you. You'll never admit it, but part of you is pleased to see him. "First you saying you weren't coming, then him telling everyone nothing happened between you. Both as bad as one another."
Nothing happened between you.
It doesn't surprise you, but it does sting. And it also confuses you. Why on earth would you be a topic of conversation? The people here know you as Montgomery. The girl from the diner. You're nothing but a background character to them.
"What did he say?" You ask, disregarding everything else, not even bothering to introduce Taehyung. He's finding all of this incredibly bewildering.
"Oh, Jimin was grilling him," Jackson waves his hands around, disregarding it. "Kept saying you were no one. Refused to admit that he'd practically tied his laces with yours for the whole summer. Don't you worry, though, Monte Carlo. I had your back. Set the record straight."
Jackson Wang having your back isn't something you ever expected to happen.
Jeon Jungkook's absolute denial of your clandestine affaire de cĆur is, disappointingly, something you expected.
It doesn't mean that it comes without hurt. If anything, it's far more visceral, for you only have yourself to blame. These wounds are self-inflicted, even if they're carved with a knife Jungkook crafted out of silly affirmations he never should have made.
"Where is he?" You ask, cold in your tone.
Jackson shrugs. "Try the basement. S'where I last saw him."
As Jackson saunters off to find another poor partygoer to mildly offend, you're left with a bad taste in your mouth. You've been irritated since you saw Jungkook earlier that day.
How he can just show up at the diner and act like he doesn't even know you, let alone knows what it's like to wake up next to you, is beyond insulting.
"C'mon," Taehyung urges you along. "I need a drink, and you could use three."
Conversely, you think you need an entire bottle.
A bottle of what, you don't care. Just something strong. Anything other than the shitty, overpriced whisky Jungkook always insisted on drinking.
"Fine. But we're not going to the basement."
It's perplexing to walk the halls of the Conservatory without Jungkook; to pass by strangers who have no idea who you are, but who know and admire him as if he's some sort of Hollywood celebrity.
They don't know him like you do. Don't know what it feels like to have his hand around their throat, or his fingers gently intertwined with theirs. They've never heard him laugh like you have.
And yet when you're a few drinks deep, and on the verge of calling a cab to go home, you hear that laugh again and wonder how he can bear to be happy right now.
Glancing up, his face is unreadable. The lights are dim, and the shadows obscure the painful furrowing of his brows. He looks just the same as he did back in the diner earlier that day. Perplexed. In pain. Somehow perfectly fine, too.
The group he's in is small. Some of them you know, some of them you don't.
Claudia sits across from him on the lap of some other guy, yet she doesn't take her eyes off Jungkook. She laughs a little harder at his jokes. Directs questions to him. Flirts with other people in front of him to no avail.Â
Not even now, after summer when her skin is sunkissed and her radiance is rejuvenated, can she keep his attention.
In fact, none of them can once he spots you from across the room. The big lights are off, fairy lights strung up, and a sunset lamp pours a clementine hue over you.
Summer becomes you, he thinksâadoresâfrom afar.
The year is a body, and you're eternally condemned to its heart. That's where he'll keep you. Where you belong.
Had it been springâthe brain of the yearâwhen he'd been hauled up in that diner, he never would have let things get as far as they did.
Had it been winterâthe cunt of the year, for lack of a better termâhe would have let it get that far, and he wouldn't have felt bad about it, either.
But Autumn is drawing close. The gut. The time to trust his intuition, and he damn well knows it.
A hand wraps itself around your wrist, dragging you away from his car crash eyes. Jungkook slips into the dull shadows of the room, right where he belongs. Was foolish of you to ever think otherwise.
"Do you mind?" you snap, but let yourself be dragged away regardless. Part of you hopes it'll make Jungkook do something. You're not sure what. Just something.
The man who is leading you astray is familiar. Recognisable. Park Jimin.
Though he's not aggressive, he definitely isn't gentle as he leads you out to the gardens. Lets go of your wrist by an overgrown shrub just beyond the benches that are made for drunken DMC's. He isn't after one of them. Wants the facts.
"Cut the bullshit," he says.
"No hello?" You chirp. "Nice to see you? Or better yet, an introduction?"
"You know who I am," Jimin tells you, expression flat. You hate that the arrogant fucker is right. "But I know fuck all about you, and apparently you're the reason Jungkook is walking around like death warmed up. So cut the bull. What happened?"
Frankly it's none of Jimin's business. Even if he's done you wrong, Jungkook trusted you. You're not gonna throw that back in his face and air his dirty laundryâespecially not considering that Jimin is Jungkook's friend. If Jungkook wanted him to know, he'd have told him.
"Nothing," you tell him. "Barely even know him."
Jimin sighs. Jackson was right. There's a reason why you and Jungkook got along so well. Are both insufferable.
Glancing behind you, Jimin raises his brows.
You turn to face his line of vision, and fail to hide your surprise when you see Jungkook by the back door. Like a deer in headlights, he's frozen in place, his darling bambi eyes so startled he almost looks scared.
"So if you barely know him," Jimin continues as you and Jungkook stare one another out. "Why the fuck is he looking at you like he's seen a ghost?"
It takes a second or so, but you manage to pull your gaze away. Turn back to face Jimin. Shrug. Play dumb.
"Mistaken identity."
"Oh, I get it," Jimin smirks, knowing you aren't gonna give him an easy way out. Needs to bamboozle answers out of you. "You both went to the same bullshitting classes over summer? Is that it?"
You're surprised to find yourself smiling. Surprised that you find humour in Jimin's words. Surprised that you aren't rolling your eyes.
He's always been the Untouchable that has annoyed you the most. Is too loud. Laughs at the most obnoxious things.
"Top of the class," you reply because it somehow feels okay to joke with him. Perhaps spending so much time with Jungkook has lowered you Park Jimin-related intolerance. Not cured it, by any means, but definitely made it easier to manage.
"Academic rivals," Jimin supposes, realising that maybe there's a little more to you than he's ever given you credit for. "That's pretty hot."
"He seemed to think so," you lament, knowing that you're revealing a far more truthful rendition of your time spent with Jungkook. Or at least, admitting that time was spent together.
With a sigh, you walk a little further into the garden. Cross your arms. Look back over your shoulder to the door, only to find Jungkook is gone. It shouldn't upset you like it does, but you find your lips pressing together in a small pout.
"Look," Jimin says, exhaling a breath so deep you're sure his lungs must be empty. He comes to stand beside you, looking across the vast expanse of the gardens. "I'm not asking for your life story. If you don't give a shit about Kook, then that's fine, I'll leave you alone. But he's my best friend, and I've never seen him like this."
Glancing at Jimin, there's a taut discomfort on your face. Guilt, almostâbut you've not done anything wrong. It's on him. He's the one who chose for things to be this way.
"I give a shit," you quietly admit as you look back out towards the garden, then sigh out a pitiful laugh. "You know him. You know what he's like. Of course I give a shit."
Quite honestly you think it's impossible to not fall for Jungkook. He's everything you're hardwired to appreciate: hardworking, charming, incredibly funny. You lost count of how many nights dissolved into laughter with him. Had never known your cheeks to hurt so much.
He was gentle, too. Stroked his thumbs against your cheeks just as often as he made them ache.
It's your heart that's aching now, and he's not around to soothe your woes.
Back inside, Jungkook feels so viscerally unwell that he thinks he might be sick. Or maybe he's actually dying. One of the two.
This is everything he didn't want. You were supposed to be separate. Supposed to be a sanctuary away from this all.
You're in the thick of it, now. Jimin is grilling you, and Jungkook doesn't know what to do. It's too much. All of it. The party, the people, the fact that you look at him with ice in your eyes when he knows damn well they used to harbour the warmest of fires.
Beelining for the basement, he kind of hopes the ground will swallow him up. Stop him from making the bad decisions he seems to find so god damn irresistible.
As he yanks open the small fridge at the back of the basement, Jungkook doesn't care what he drinks. Just needs something to help soothe his fragile mine; to make him feel better, 'cause lord knows you won't.
Reaching for a beer, he doesn't ask around to see if it belongs to anyone. Finders keepers. He's an Untouchable. This place is basically his by birthright. No one is gonna argue against him.
But Kim Taehyung isn't just anyone.
"So, when you apologise for being a gargantuan pillock, are you planning on also trying to win her over? Or will you just clean your conscience and wipe yourself clean of her, too?"
Jungkook's jaw tenses as his teeth grit together. "Don't know what you're on about."
"Had a girl in tears at my dinner table earlier tonight," Taehyung exaggerates. Just wants Jungkook to feel as awful as he knows you do. "Your friends might not give a shit about your well-being, but I give a shit about mine."
And for some reason, this irks Jungkook. He gives a shit about you. Cares so much he's been torturing himself by staying away. Thinks it's better for you both.
If it truly was, neither of you would be feeling so gut-wrenchingly awful.
He knows you're angry. You've made that perfectly clear.
But he also knows you do cry when you're frustrated. Was a lesson learned when you were stressed over the diner roof leaking one night during the monsoons when no one else was in to help you fix it.
It was the first night he offered you a lift home. Had taken pity on you. Had also liaised with the college maintenance guy to check it out the next day, even if the diner wasn't technically part of campus.
Because Jungkook does give a shit about your well-being, and he refutes the claim that he doesn't.
"So what? You here to tell me to stay away?" Jungkook scoffs as he prizes off the cap of the bottle. Swigs down a sip. Then another, 'cause he's not wankered enough for this.
"I'm here to tell you that you're an asshole," Taehyung asserts. "She didn't deserve to be used by you for the summer and then tossed to the trash just because semesters starting up again."
The roll of Jungkook's eyes is so weighted that it almost feels as if they'll get lodged in the back of his skull. The last time they'd rolled that deep was in bed with you. Back then it was because his body was so divinely out of sync that his muscles couldn't keep up with his actions. This time, pleasure is the furthest thing away from how he's feeling.
"You want me nowhere near her, but the fact I'm staying away makes me an asshole?" Jungkook petulantly laughs. "Can't ever fuckin' win, can I?"
"This isn't about winning or losing," Taehyung argues back. "She trusted you."
Jungkook doesn't understand what that has to do with anything. He's not betrayed your trust. Has kept all your secrets. Tried his best to keep you secret, too.
"What was she to you, huh? Some project? A virginity to get under your belt? Something to pass the timeâ"
"I don't know who you think I am," Jungkook snaps, fed up being accused of something he's not. "But not once did I ever treat her badly, okay? Iâ" He cuts himself off. Doesn't know how to articulate himself. "Weâ Look, you just don't get it. You don't know me. I was nothing but fuckin' nice. Okay? And she was nice. And it was nice. And we..." He trails off. Realises what Taehyung said. "The fuck do you mean, 'virginity to get under your belt'?"
It's about now that Taehyung realises he's said too much.
But every cloud has a silver lining.
"Talk to her," Taehyung shrugs as he begins to walk away. "Not me."
He leaves a scowling Jungkook by the fridge. Heads to the stairs, and once he reaches the top, is yanked away by a small but mighty force.
"You," Jimin asserts. "With me. Now."
The sound of three knocks on the bathroom door serve as a signal:Â let me in.
A panicked text from Taehyung had practically begged you to go to the basement bathroom and wait for him there. Said there was drama that he needed to talk with you about.
And you believed him, 'cause you're a few too many drinks deep and honestly could do with the respite.
Perched up on the countertop by the sink, you reach over and unhook the latch, giving Taehyung the all clear to come on in. Your legs languidly swing and your shoulders are slumped, this party well and truly over for you.
The only reason you're still here is because you know Taehyung's secretly been revelling in his first Conservatory party. You fear he'll want to come every weekend, now.
"You better not have your cock out," a playful voice you know all too well jokes, as the door pushes open. Eyes closed as he enters, he shuts the door behind him. Asks, "Am I safe to open my eyes?"
You're gonna kill Taehyung.Â
In the most loving but brutal way, you will absolutelymurder him for setting you up like this.
"Safe," you grimace.
Jungkook doesn't open his eyes. In fact, he presses them even tighter together. Frowns. "Jimin isn't in here, is he?"
"We've been bamboozled," you sigh, and as much as he doesn't want to, Jungkook smiles at your choice of words. Tips his head down, and open his eyes. Is a little too scared to look your way, for fear of being greeted with wrath.
"Their days are numbered," Jungkook assures you, quickly glancing across to try and work out how you're feeling.
"My sentiments exactly."
Jungkook goes to speak, but you both notice a grating metallic noise by the door. Immediately, Jungkook presses his hand down on the door handle, but there's absolutely no give. It won't budge
"Jimin," he calls, voice strong and domineering through the wooden panels. Hastily painted white, they're chipped and tarnished; covered in numbers and Instagram handles, rumours and declarations of love. It's not your first time locked in this bathroom with Jungkook, but the last was of your own choice. Had been you turning the lock with a smile and glint in your eyes that had promised him trouble. "Open it up."
"No can do," Jimins smugly sings from beyond the door. "Sort your shit out."
Hopping off the counter, you nudge in front of Jungkook to pound against the door with an open fist. Though he steps back, it's still the closest you've been with him since he left your bedroom a couple weeks ago. Part of you laments the fact he moved away from you. Part of him does, too.
"Tae," you try calling instead, hand banging on the door, but you're met with the exact same response.
"Figure it out," he calls back, but also adds, "And if he's still an insufferable asshole in five minutes time, I'll come let you out."
Despite everything, you laugh at this. Not so much because of Taehyung's words, but because Jungkook's face screws up like an old newspaper.
"What is it with him and calling me an asshole?" Jungkook mutters under his breath with a shake of his head.
The bathroom is smallâjust a toilet and sink built into a cabinet. There's a mirror covering the back wall over it, and another cabinet above it that you assume is filled with empty bottles and misplaced lipglosses. There's barely even enough room to breathe, although there is enough room to make Jeon Jungkook come undone in the least dignified of ways. You should know.
You wish you didn't.
"He calls you one because you are one," you assure him.
"Excuse me?"Â
"What?" You scoff, hopping back up on the counter, your eyes on his 'cause you want to watch the way he gets nasty. Wanna remind yourself of how horrible he can be. Replace the memories of him in this bathroom, 'cause in all reality, they're actually really lovely. Nice, even. Warm. Everything you're trying to convince yourself he's not. "Gone deaf as well as turned into a massive prick?"
"Jesus Christ," he says, rolling his eyes, turning back to face the door. Shakes at the handle. "Give it a rest."
"Why?" You ask as if butter wouldn't melt on your tongue. "Would it make life easier for you if I just wasn't around?"
Jungkook knows what you're doing. Has bickered with you enough times to understand your tricks. This is how you start; put words in his mouth that he can't defend against.
And so he doesn't try.
"Yep," he declares, turning to face you. "Way easier. Can you tell your friend I'm an asshole, still? Get us out of this place?"
You recline in defiance. Perched up on the counter next to the basin, your back is against a mirror. Legs crossed, you're in the same white summer dress you wore to your first party at the Conservatory.
Nearly everyone had been away for the summer.
You had spent the evening tucked up together on an armchair meant for one, him in the seat, you perched on the armrest, feet in his lap.
"People will talk, y'know," you'd assured him, elbows on your knees, chin in your palms.
"So let them talk," he'd smirked. "What's there to say? We're just sitting?"
It was strange for him to be seen with you. Even Jackson has been confused, but let it slide 'cause another partygoer is another partygoer. He cared for numbers, not names.
"Dunno," you had teased. "Might start talking about the way you look at me."
"Yeah?" He'd husked as his long fingers wrapped around your wrist. Gently pulled you closer.
"Yeah," you'd whispered, the sound of the music keeping your conversation obscure. "How long has it been that you've been looking at me for? A minute, already? Only one more until you fall in love, according to science."
"You tryna make me fall in love with you, Montgomery?"
"No," you'd innocently chirped, then pulled back. "Why? Were you?"
He'd shrugged. Sipped on his beer. "Guess we'll never know."
Looking at him now, you find it hard to believe he's the same person as he was back then.
"Why would I do that?" You feign naivety. "You're not an asshole?"
He doesn't reply. Knows you're going somewhere with this. Leans his back against the wall opposite you and folds his arms as if to say, go on.
"Assholes fuck people over," you state. "You'd never do that. And you'd definitely never spend your summer in some poor girls sheets and then pretend like she doesn't exist in front of your friendsâ"
"There is it," he confirms. Knew it was coming. Didn't expect you to actually try and speak about things like adults. So fuckin' childish.
"Oh?" You chirp. "So you're well aware of the fact you're an asshole? Good. Glad we have that one sorted out."
"Yep," he confirms, mouth drawing to a thin line.
The fact he isn't engaging in the fight infuriates you. Just proves he doesn't care. That he fucked you over for sport.
"I'm an asshole," he says, voice full of snark. "You know it, I know it. There's no reason why you should want to be around me. No reason why you should waste your time."
"It's so funny," you gasp in fake surprise. "I was thinking the exact same thing! Isn't it so great that you came to this conclusion after you already wasted months of my life?"
He's silent, now. Cowardly.
"Y'know I always knew you were an obnoxious prick," you say, voice now soberly quiet. "But I didn't think you were this cruel, Kook."
"You know that's notâ"
"What?" You interrupt, voice growing louder with each question. "Not true? You woke up in my bed one morning, and then never spoke to me again. Who does that? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I don't know!" He shouts, and it surprises you both.
Raking his hand through his hair as he turns away from you, Jungkook wishes he had an answer. Wishes he could explain himself in a way that made sense to you both. Instead, he harshly swallows down his anger. Turns to face you again. Looks like he might cry.
Feels like it, too.Â
"Why didn't you tell me, huh?" He quietly asks.
"Tell you whaâ"
"That you were a virgin."
Your previous thoughts about murdering Taehyung return. Of all the things he could have divulged to Jungkook, and that's what he chose?!
Men, you internally scoff. All fuckin' idiots.
"Hardly relevant, is it?"
"Of course it is," he snaps, turning back to face you. "If I'd have knownâ"
"You'd have what? Ghosted me sooner? Made it into a fun little competition?"
"I didn't ghost you."
"Gaslighting, too, now are we?" You scoff. "Hold on, let me go and get my bingo card. Things Jungkook does that are absolutely fucking infuriating. Wanna cross it off the list. It's right next to how fast you drive your car, and how much I hate your stupid fucking alarm tone."
"Well good job you never have to hear it again, isn't it?"
"Why not? 'Cause you are ghosting me?"
"No, because this is fuckin' stupid," he says, yanking on the door handle, on the off chance it will finally budge. It doesn't. "You think I'm the devil reincarnated. You don't want me, so why bother with this? This is done. Us. Whatever the fuck it was. You never trusted me in the first place. Would have told me if you did. So just call your friend, tell him I'm an asshole. We're done."
"Oh, well you're two weeks too late for this conversation, don't you think?" you argue back with a cold laugh. "But has it ever occurred to you that my life doesn't revolve around you? That you aren't the reason I'm here? Jackson invited me."
"Ah, so that's what it is?" Jungkook sarcastically exclaims, your insatiable need to fight finally sinking into his skin. "You were just using me, huh? Getting those V-plates off, so you could be ready for him? Is that why you didn't tell me? Huh?"
The mere thought of hooking up with the college's very own Hugh Hefner makes you wanna gagâbut if it'll piss off Jungkook, maybe you'll consider it.
"Why would you care if I let him fuck me?" You ask with such pointed anger Jungkook can't help but feel like you're driving knives into his chest. "Do that thing you like with my tongue? You think he'd like my pussy, huh? Maybe I'd let him fuck me raw."
You never let Jungkook go unprotected. Insisted on it each and every time, and he complied even if he was a little pouty about it after you'd been fucking for a while. The trust was there. You were on the pill. He knew he was clean and had told you as such, but it made no difference.
To even suggest you'd let Jackson fuck you raw is laughable.
With a smirk on his lips, Jungkook edges towards you.
Put his hands on your crossed knees. Waits for you to jerk him awayâbut you don't. Instead, you watch on with salacious confusion. Say nothing. Not even when he uncrosses them, nor when he spreads them apart.
With a hand either side of your head against the mirror, Jungkook stands between your legs.
Looks down at you.
Is so close you can smell his aftershave.
A month ago, in a position like this, you'd have kissed him.
"Hm?" You cock your head. Repeat your question. "You think he'd like my pussy? How long do you think he'd take to cum? Longer than you, I hope."
Jaw tense, Jungkook swallows down the way he wants to curse you out. Closes his eyes. Lets his head dip further, his forehead now resting against the top of your head.
The contact is minimal, but God, you've missed it. Trapped in position by him, you'd forgotten how lovely it was to lose yourself to Jungkook.
"You're not being fair," he whispers. Whines, even.
"Fair?" You laugh, but it's gentle. Matches his tone. "You can hardly take the high ground on fairness, Jungkook."
He nods. Takes a second, and then pathetically begs: "Don't fuck him. Please."
"Why shouldn't I?"
"You know why," he says. Stands straighter, now. Rakes a hand through his hair. Looks down on you with such pained desperation you almost feel bad. He tries to speak, but struggles with his words again. Takes him a few attempts to get anything out. "I didn't like you because I was fucking you. I fucked you because I liked you. You know that. You know it wasn't...Fuck. You know what it was."
The past tense he speaks in cuts you up inside.
Jungkook shrugs in defeat when he's met with silence. Purses his lips. Eyes on yours, they're glassy. Watery, almost.
Yours are just as bad, because what the fuck are you supposed to say to that? He's the one that cut you out. He did this.
"What did I do?" You ask, voice meagre and pathetic. Your vulnerability is mortifying, and yet you just can't help yourself as a tear streaks down your cheek. "What the fuck did I do that was so wrong, Kook?"
The heat of his hand scalds your skin as his thumb wipes away your tears. After his cold shoulder for the past two weeks, your body doesn't know how to respond. Should you be angry? Hurt? Comforted?
All you know is that you're more confused now than you ever were when you first started hooking up with him.
"Nothing," he quietly promises. Holds your cheeks in his hands. Rests his nose beside yours. Is far too close for a man who's been trying to stay away from you. Is beginning to realise that maybe his self-preservation was thinly veiled self-sabotage instead. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but it's been so fuckin' miserable, and then I didn't know how to fix things, and then it was all such a mess andâ"
The words Jungkook is yet to speak are lost in the soft press of your lips against his.
Brows furrowed, Jungkook's grip on your face tightens. Keeps you close, 'cause he feels the pressure of your lips waning but doesn't want you to pull away.
And so you don't. Instead you apply more pressure. Harder. Deeper.
It's not like kissing Jungkook is a new experience. You've done it upwards of a thousand times, now. You know his lips and his tongue, and how it likes to flick against yours; his piercings, and the frequency of his moans that vibrate into your mouth.
Kissing Jungkook is just as easy as it is hard. Easy, in the way he takes not a single considered thought. Hard, in how it becomes your only tangible thought for minutes, hours, days afterwards.
An eternity and a millisecond is lost in the kiss, just like the summer that lasted an age and yet was gone with the wind.
When your lips finally part, there's silence. Forehead resting on yours, Jungkook shakes his head ever so gently. Doesn't know how to articulate his thoughts. How to say sorry, or how to fix his mess.
While his logic was flawed, and his execution careless, his intentions had been good. As much as he had a life to go back to, and friends that wouldn't get it, so did you.
He knows they hate himâisn't ignorant to the roll of Maria's eyes every time they walk into Montgomery's, and has experienced Taehyung's disdain first-hand this evening.
He'd spent his summer getting out of the house to avoid the fall-out of his father's infidelity. Knows how much his family is suffering all because of a man who just couldn't control himself. Was trying to be better. Trying not to wreck both of your lives.
As he stands in the dingy bathroom of a party house, the lingering burn of your lips on his still smouldering, he knows that he wrecked you both regardless.
And so it's up to him to put you back together again.
"I'm sorry," you say as you break the kiss, mortified at how stupid of an impulse it had been. You don't that. Not anymore. A month ago, sure, kissing Jungkook in a dingy bathroom at a party house would have been exciting. Now, it just feels embarrassing. "I shouldn't haveâ"
His lips are on yours again, stealing your words from you. He doesn't want to hear you apologise. Knows that you don't need to. Also knows that he does need to.
"Don't," he quickly says between kisses. "Please, don't say sorry."
"But Iâ"
"Shut up," he smiles against your lips, shaking his head ever so slightly. He kisses you again, and this time it's soft. Pretty. Poetic, almost in how it makes you feel. And then he speaks, and you're reminded of just how easy it is to adore him, even when you know you shouldn't. "You know how much I've missed this? God, I've missed you so much. Please don't say sorry. I'm sorry. It's on me. I made a mistake, alright? I fucked up."Â
He pulls back. Has your cheeks in his hands as he makes sure your eyes are on his. They're dark, now, in the dim light of the bathroom you're in, but they've never been warmer.
"I mean it. I'm so fucking sorry," he whispers. Brows furrowed, lips pouty, he's got the kind of face you're hardwired to trust. To adore. Or maybe, it's just him, in general, that you're inclined to feel this way about. "Okay?"
His large hard hands are still holding your cheeks, as yours wrap around his wrists. With a shake of your head, you shrug. Pout, too.
An apology is appreciated, but it's just words. It's his actions that have been upsetting you. Not his words (or lack thereof).
"We're gonna leave this bathroom and you're gonna pretend like I don't exist again," you tell him.
The frown on his face deepens. "That's not true. And that's not what I was trying to do in the first place, either. I just thoughtâ"
"What? That it was a good idea to kiss me on my doorstep and promise you'd pick me up from work, only to never show? To ignore my texts? Toâ"
"No," he quietly admits, dropping his head between his shoulders. "I made the wrong callsâbut I can make it up to you. I want to make it up to you." He rests his forehead against yours. Quietly begs, "Please."
Slowly, Jungkook nudges his nose up against yours. Waits for permission.
Beyond the door, loud music thuds through the room. It obscures the conversation you've been having, keeping you just as secret as you always have been.
It's not like you told any of your friends, either, and when it came to telling Taehyung, you weren't exactly forthcoming. Perhaps you would have been the one to pretend like he didn't exist, had he not done it first.
"I want you," he husks against your lips.Â
"You wanna fuck me," you correct him, lips tantalisingly brushing his with every word.
"True," he admits. "But I also wanna send you dumb memes again, and go for drives after work, and wake up in your bed. I wanna go for breakfast, and I still need to cook you my world-famous makguksu. I want to have not been a dick for the past two weeks, but I can't change that. I just wanna be what I once was to you again."
"And what was that?" You encourage.
There was never any label. Realistically, there's no right answer.Â
Or at least there isn't, until Jungkook just simply says, "Yours."
And what else can you do when confronted by such a pathetic, yearnful admittance from him, except to give into how you're feeling, too?
Frantic in the way your hands are on his bodyâhis arms, his waist, around his throatâthere's a neediness to you. One he's missed. One he reciprocates, as his large palms stroke up your spread thighs, then get your legs wrapped around his hips.
The movements of your bodies are so well nurtured by now that you know what comes next; how the bulge in his trousers will press against your covered pussy, and how you'll whine at the contact no matter how minimal.
"Fuck," you whine as his hands slip under the skirt of your dress. It's an old routine at this point. He knows exactly where to go, what to do. His fingers press against the wet fabric of your underwear, just gently enough to make you moan a little harder into his mouth.
"Oh?" He smirks when he realises just how needy you are, his fingers stroking against your slick panties. "Missed me, too?"
"You're an asshole," you tell him with a smile. As his fingers get firmer, you can't help but whine. "You know I have."
He pulls back to look down at your body. Pushes the fabric of your dress out of the way. Curses when he realises the underwear you're wearing. Is his favourite pair. Red and lacy, there's a suspender belt to match it. While you're not wearing it right now, he's got pictures of you in it that belong in a fuckin' museum.
"Did you wanna fuck me tonight, huh?" He mumbles into your lips.
"Not everything is about you," you say with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Except it is. They're your favourite pair too, simply for how insanely he reacted to seeing you in them. Sure you're not in the full set up, but it was enough to have you feeling ever so confident as you left the house with Taehyung.
As his lips press against yours, his finger hooks beneath your underwear. Tugs them to the side. Gets you exposed for him.
"No?" He husks, as his fingers begin to sink between your soaked folds. "So this isn't about me, huh?"
You shake your head. Lie. "Never been less turned on."
He plays into your little theatrics. Has always enjoyed them.
"So you don't want me to do this?" He asks as his middle finger sinks into your entrance.
"Can't even feel it," you pretend, as if his thick knuckles aren't stroking against you in just the right way.
"No?" He grits. Sinks a second finger inside you. Gets you whining again, nails gripping onto his arms. His fingers slowly pump into you, easing you into the way it feels for him to be inside you.
There's something electric about Jungkook. Sends shivers through your spine. Always knew exactly how to manipulate your pussy into doing whatever he wanted, and now is no different. As you clench around him, he's overcome with satisfaction.
"This is just my fingers," he reminds you. "I don't think you can handle my cock."
Scoffing, you're desperately trying to pretend you aren't melting for him. "Please, I can handle it just fine."
"Sure you can, baby," he teases with so much arrogance you kinda wanna fight him againâbut it's also why you like him. He challenges you. Gets your brain in overdrive.
And when he crouches in front of the counter, eyes aligned with your exposed cunt, you think you might actually lose it entirely.
His hands are on your thighs, spreading you further, getting a good look at the mess between your legs. When he sighs, the shallow breath that escapes his lips feels like absolute sin against your wetness.
"Oh, you really haven't been fucked since me, have you?" He teases again. "Look at how fucking keen you are. Been missing my cock, huh?"
"My vibrator's been doing the job just fine," you assure him, but it has him pulling back to cock a brow in your direction. He knows many things about you that other people don't, but he was not aware you owned any sex toys. Finds that his cock only throbs even harder in his pants at this revelation.
"Maybe so," he husks, leaning closer just so he drags his flat tongue up your folds. Has to stop himself from moaning, 'cause the taste of you is somehow even better than his memories. "But it's not better than me."
With a point to prove, and a desperation to reclaim you as his own, Jungkook doesn't entertain chitchat any longer. He dives back in, tongue lapping against your lips as his fingers push back inside you. The way he curls them just right as his tongue flicks against your clit is enough to make anyone lose their head.
Hands tangling in his hair, you find your body responding to him in the way it always does; pathetically, needily, hungrily. There's no dignity to be found.
His tongue works against you like a well trained craft, until his lips latch around your swollen bud and begin to lightly suck on it. When he hums in satisfactionâwhich he does oftenâthe suction only grows stronger.
Gets you whimpering, "Like that. Fuck. Like that."
The build is just as undignified as you are. Your grip on his hair gets tighter, and the shake of your legs grows stronger. Dragging his tongue up and down your folds, he settles back on your clit. Flicks his pointed tongue against you until he knows you can't take it any longer and begins to suck again. Curves his fingers just right. Strokes you so gently that orgasm pours out of you like liquid gold. Guilds him into the most gorgeous aureate glow.
He doesn't ease. Keeps his lips wrapped around your clit. Makes sure you're spent.
When he finally releases you, he's breathing just as heavily as you are. Gets to his feet, fingers still plugged in your tight pussy. Is pleased to find you're just as insatiable as he is, pulling him in for the messiest of kisses as soon as you can. There's no care given for the fact he's covered in your arousal. You just want that tongue of his in your mouthâand when it is, you find yourself moaning from the withdrawal of his fingers.
Your hands reach to the waistband of his jeans to unhook his button. Get his zipper down. Your hands down the front of his trousers, when his thick cock is restricted by his tight boxer briefs. By the tip of his cock, a small wet patch resides; his desperation for you obvious. Gently rubbing your thumb across the pre-cum, all you can think about is his slit, and how you wanna kitten lick across it.
But it's been two weeks of near-constant pining, and all Jungkook wants is to bury himself inside you.
"Let me fuck you," he begs. "Please, baby."
If the girl who had first seen Jungkook in a shared lecture hall two years ago would have known she'd end up in a shitty bathroom with him begging for her, she'd have laughed. Wouldn't have believed it for a second.
Fresh-faced and so out of your comfort zone, the first few days at university were full of potential. It was before you had wised up to your place in the pecking order; when Jungkook was just a boy in your orientation class.
Skin kissed by European sun, there had been a radiance to him that seemed to captivate just about everyone. You weren't the only girl who had been sneaking glances his way.
You'd thought about him a lot in those first few weeks. Came to learn of his family ties around the same time you befriended Taehyung. Stopped seeing him around campus so much, and rarely ever thought of him.
But on those rare occasions you crossed paths, your gaze would always linger.
As he frees himself of his boxers, trousers suspended midway down his thighs, he gently rubs the tip of his cock between your folds and husks, "Always thought you were so pretty, y'know?"
Looking up at you for just a second, he smirks. Looks back down. Continues to rub himself against you, prepping himself with your slickness.
"Freshers week," he continues. "You never came to any of the parties."
The tip of his cock kisses your entrance, but doesn't penetrate. You stay in limbo just shy of what you both want.
"Had a stupid fuckin' crush on you," he admits. Has never acknowledged it before, but has always known. Kept it hidden. Safe. Secret.
"No, you didn't," you smile. He didn't even give you a second glance. Was always you seeking him out in lecture halls.
"I did," he says with absolute certainty. "You wore that little black sundress on our first day. Had ruffles on the shoulders."
It hangs in your wardrobe, a little out of style but still sweet in the right setting. You know the exact one he's talking about, because he's right. You did wear it on that very first day.
His cock nudges a little deeper. Enough to make you gasp, but not moan. Not yet. Gripping his arms, brows furrowed, you nod. He sinks himself just a little bit further. The feeling is overwhelming; fire on ice.
"Would have fucked you in that lecture hall, if you'd have let me," he smirks.
"You didn't even know my name," you counter, but he cuts your questioning off as he edges a little deeper, still. His hand dips to gently rub languid circles on your clit. He's not pushing himself any further, not yet. Wants to ease into how this feels.
"I did," he admits. "Listened extra hard during the roll call."
"So this has all been some big elaborate scheme to get into my pants, huh?"
"Is it working?" he jokes, leaning over to yank the cabinet above the sink open. A few random bottles and packets clatter into the sink, but he doesn't care.
He's looking on the top shelf, rifling through old boxes, sending more miscellaneous objects to their untimely demise. Spotting what he's after, he's assertive as he knocks the cabinet shut. Passes you the box.
"S'all there is. They alright?"
"Sure," you say, pulling one of the foil packets from the box. You check the date stamped on the frontâonly to see it's a year out of date. Some protection would be better than none, regardless of the date, but fuck it. You're on the pill. "You haven't fucked anyone else? In the last couple weeks?"
"What?" His brows contort in confusion. "No."
His expression softens, but is still laced with confusion when you toss the box of condoms down into the sink.
"I don't care. I don't want themâ"
You're cut off by the way Jungkook clasps your jaw, keeping your eyes locked on his. There's a seriousness to him now; the same demeanour he holds himself with when he was taking photographs. He's intentional. Assertive.
"Promise me," he says with stern certainty. "You want this?"
When he's got you like thisâlegs spread, body his to claim, your soul to takeâit's impossible to do anything but comply. See, things with Jungkook are reciprocal. Your feelings, your tortured misunderstanding of how a relationship could ever work, and his seriousness, now, too.
"I promise," you swear.
As a chaste kiss is pressed to your lips, his hands stroke down your spread thighs, pushing you a little further open for him.
"Can't unfuck me," he softly reminds you. Is taking his time not for the anticipation, but because he's scared. "If you fuck me rawâ"
"Then I fuck you raw," you simply repeat, knowing that it's up to you to ease his woes. If anyone should be scared, it's youâyet there's a safety that comes with being with Jungkook. Smirk, then say, "Trust me. I know I can't unfuck you. I've been trying to forgetâ"
"Ouch," he laughs, nudging his nose up against yours.
"âbut you're just..." you tailed off, not wanting to compliment him too highly. He's still in the dog house. "Memorable."
With a sardonic smile that he knows only means trouble, you reach down to grip his incredibly pert ass cheeks. Squeezing, just because you can, you encourage him to push even deeper into youâand he's the one who whines, now.
"God, you're so fuckin' tight," he praises with such pained desperation it almost sounds like he'll cry. He won't. It's just that he can't quite believe that he's raw inside you right now, and that you feel just as good as he always imagined. Better, even.
"Yeah?" You question, as you pull his hips closer, gasping as he finally sinks his full length into you once more. His fingers were thick, but they've got nothing on his cock. Like he's taken all the air from your lungs, your voice is all light and airy. Makes Jungkook even more insane.
"Yeah," he mumbles as he nods into a kiss that is just as feverant as his need to pulse his hips. He doesn't dare do it yet. Is waiting for you. "Feels so fuckin' good."
"So just fuck me," you hungrily moan into his lips.
You're challenging him deliberately, and it works a fucking treat when he pulls back with a grin. He doesn't withdraw himself, but he does pulse his hips ever so slightly. Keeps you plugged. Is just nudging even deeper into you as he keeps a hold on your thighs, keeping them spread nice and wide.
"Say please," he grunts as his pulsing becomes a singular deep thrust.
Your argumentative streak wants to fight.
You'll berate yourself later for the way you whimper, "Please."
His thick cock withdraws just a little to push back into you. He groans. Curses. Builds momentum. Speed.
The sound of his skin slapping against yours as he pounds himself into you is impossible to ignore. Your moans build. Double. Treble. He's grunting too, and then his lips are on your neck. It's a mess, quite frankly.
In the sordid shadows of this bathroom, your bodies become acquainted with an intimacy not yet bridged before. You can pretend to ignore each other in the hallways of your shared lecture buildings, but you'll never be able to ignore the desperation you have for one another. Jungkook was right. You can't unfuck him. And now he's fucking you raw, it only make it even more potent.
Harshly pulling himself out of you, Jungkook almost fuckin' cums on the spot when he realises how soaked he is from your arousal. It's not like it's a new thing, but skin on skin, it's so much more intense. Gasping from the sudden loss of pressure, you're a little unsteady. Lurch forward as if your body could stop him from withdrawing.
Holding the base of his thick shaft, Jungkook spanks against your pussy with his cock. Rubs your slick wetness around with his tip. Hooks his elbows under your thighs. Pulls you closer. Instructs, "Arms around my neck."
Wrapping an arm around your back, the other one tucks under your ass as he lifts you.
He turns. Presses your back to the wall, and lines himself up.
"Legs around me," he tells you, and as soon as you do, his cock pushes up into you again. He keeps you pinned against the wall as he begins to fuck himself into you, his lips pressing wet kisses to the curve of your neck.
The sight in the mirror behind him is lethal; his broad back covered by his shirt, but it doesn't matter. You know what he looks like. Know his muscles, and the valley of his spine, like the back of your own damn hand.
You wanna see it though. Give it a tug. Send him the right message. Get him tearing his shirt off and dropping it to the floor for you. Victory is so damn sweet.
"Kook," you whine as he really begins to get deep. "You're gonna make me cum."
"All over my cock, huh?" He grunts. "Gonna cum on cock, are you?"
His taunting only makes you whimper even more. "I'm so close."
And because he just likes to get you all whiney and needy, Jungkook stops. Puts you down. Gets you facing the mirror as you protest his unfair stealing of an orgasm.
But then he's lining himself up again, getting ready to take you from behind. Spanks your ass ever so quickly.
Sinking into you again, Jungkook curses. "Tighter like this."
"Good?" You pathetically check, and Jungkook can't help but think it's sweet.
"Yeah, babe," he promises, and pretends as if it's completely usual for him to speak to you so tenderly. "Feels so fuckin' good. Missed you so much, gorgeous. You and this tight cunt."
"Romance," you joke through your needy whines. He smirks at this, and delivers a curt little spank to your ass.
"I can be romantic," he assures you, as if you aren't being soundtracked by the sound of your skin slapping together, his thick cock fucking itself into your soaked hole.Â
His eyes rise from the steady gaze he'd had on your ass to your eyes.Â
Slowing himself, Jungkook holds his cock inside you without thrusting. Says, "I made that photo you took of us in your room my fuckin' phone wallpaper. I listen to that asmr guy you like before bed, every single fuckin' night. I keep one of your ribbons tied around my gearstick. That romantic enough for you?"
There's an incredibly bashful smile on your pretty face, which contradicts the way in which your pussy is tightening around him in the most lewd of ways. You're giggling when you say, "Shut up and fuck me."
But then he's giggling too, just how you like him to be. Says, "I missed your body, but I missed you more. Stupid."
"You're stupid."
"You're stupider."
"Kook," you laugh, as he's completely forgotten the task at hand. The way that he looks at you, you'd be forgiven for thinking he has. Truthfully, the connection he has with you is so much more than what sex has ever been for him before.Â
His hips lightly pulse, as he says, "Sorry. Where were we?"
"Think you were gonna make me cum."
"Ah, yeah. That. My bad."
His gentle thrusts begin to build pace once more. The grin on his face drops a little as he begins to concentrate on you. Watching him in the mirror, you're perplexed to be reminded of just how ethereal Jungkook looks when he fucks.
The deep ridge between his brows intensifies, as his mouth hands slack. His cheeks hollow a little, and his eyes remain entirely focused. Dark. Deep. Brooding.
As his hand dips around to gently stroke against your clit, Jungkook is just as taken away by the way you look. He isn't sure what it is that gets his heart so heavy in his chest, but he knows that he wants you to cum. Doesn't give a fuck about himself.
The walls of your cunt begin to tighten around his length as your moans deepen. You whine his name and he encourages a response, but neither of you can really talk. A numbness is washing over you, your balance unsteady.
"I'm gonna..." you begin, but find it impossible to finish.
"I know, baby," he nods all out of breath and desperately fucked out. "Give me what I want. Cum for me."
You trust and keep your eyes on him, but the nudging on his cock against your g-spot and the slow rubbing of your clit is just enough to tip you over.
"Kook," you whimper as your walls begin to tighten around him, but it's fruitless. There's a shake to your legs, and he's the only thing keeping you supported.
"Oh, fuck," he curses from the strength of your pussy around him. He's shaking just as much as you are. "Cream on this cock, baby. Oh, fuck. Yeah.Just like that. You're gonna make me cum, too. Gonna make me cum so fuckin' hard. All in your pussy. You want that, huh?"
It's as you're desperately whining, cumming all around his thick shaft that Jungkook feels his body lose control. There's a tightness to his balls, and a shudder to his sternum, that he hasn't felt since the last time he was in your bedroom. Last time he was in you, more specifically.
"Kook," you whimper his name, and that's when Jungkook really can't hold back.
"Yeah, babe," he rasps, as his hard thrusts become pathetic stutters. "I'm cumming."
The announcement isn't needed, for you swear you can almost feel it as his thick cum begins to fill you. The lack of a condom makes it all the more primal, the way his body shudders indicative of just how much cum he's filling you up with.Â
His body collapses on yours a little, his clammy torso pressed to your back. The dress you're wearing is barely on properly, and the feeling of his skin against yours is catastrophic. As intimate as sex is, it's this right now, the beat of his heart thrumming against your spine that is the real disaster. How you can ever look him in the eye again is beyond you.
But then his lips are pressing chaste kisses to the curve of your neck, and his hands are squeezing at your hips. He doesn't pull out. Keeps himself warm inside you. Says, "How the fuck am I ever supposed to give you up, huh?"
That's the thing.
He isn't supposed to, and you damn well know it.
Reaching back for some tissue to help you out, Jungkook slowly withdraws. Holds his hand beneath your pussy, then replaces it with tissue. Turns you around and lets you take over.
"Here's a radical idea," you offer, not looking at him as you quickly make sure you're decent. Stay standing with your legs crossed, just in case. "Don't."
Pulling his shirt back over his head, Jungkook presses his back to the wall. There's a distance between you, yes, but you don't really feel it, 'cause it's purely physical.
And it's not like it lasts for very long either, 'cause Jungkook decides he needs to kiss you all over again.
"Alright," he whispers against your lips. "Say we don't. Say I wanna be yours. What the fuck do we do now?"
You shrug. The answers aren't yours to decide. It's up to you both.
"Well, firstly I'm gonna text Tae," you hum. "Tell him you're still an asshole and that I need to be let out immediately."
It's been half an hour.
He came to check on things about ten minutes ago.
The music might be loud, but not loud enough to drown out the way you guys fuck.Â
Summer had been quiet. In his car, in your empty house, you've never had to keep it down before. Didn't even realise quite how loud you were being.
Which is why Jimin is the one who unlocks the outside bolt with a smirk a few minutes later, Taehyung watching on with a little disgusted grimace a metre or so back.
"Gross," he whisper shouts at you, but then he's smiling, too. Notices how Jungkook touches youâthe hand he has on the small of your back, and the way he clasps your hand as you begin to walk ahead of himâand finds it impossible to be mad.
"C'mon," Jimin calls behind himself, leading you up and out of the basement. "We're going to the diner."
"We?" You question, incredibly confused.
"We." He simply says. Doesn't leave it up for debate. Gathers up the rest of the Untouchables (though Claudia is noticeably absent), and tells them the same thing he told you. Drags Taehyung along as well.
Jungkook was scared of integrating you into his life, but there's no other way to do it. Has to rip the band aid off.
As you walk into Montgomery's, hand in hand with the boy who had spent his summer wasting away with you in here, both of you realise that maybe it isn't such a huge deal.
Or at least, you do until Maria clocks you. Eyes darting from you, to Jungkook, and then to your gently clasped hands, she's in a state of absolute shock. Almost drops her tray.
â» Shatter With Me
âł Model!Jungkook x Surrogate!f.Reader
†Surrogacy AU
†Best Friendâs Husband | smut, fluff, heavy angst
†Rating: MA
†WC: ~18k + more to come
†Summary: Your best friend, Jiyoon, and her husband, Jungkook, have faced years of hardship trying to start a family. In a last-ditch effort to have their dream life, they seek solace in surrogacy. Wanting to see your best friend smile, you offer to become the bright beacon at the end of the tunnel, giving them what they have always wanted. But what happens when you begin to shine your light on their darkness? Things arenât always as they seemâhappiness can be a façade, shattering under the lightest pressure.
â ïž Crass language, talk of infertility, drinking, very mild bullying and references to cruel behavior/words, talk of surrogacy, at-home medical procedure, genital touching (non-sexual), planned pregnancy, talk of pregnancy termination/abortion, BIG hurt feelings, open palm slapping, accusations of infidelity, rejected/unwanted drunken kissing that could be viewed as dubious infidelity, eventual smut, & more to be added!
A/N on warnings: *SPOILERS* This fic will contain infidelity (not by JK or the FMC), lots of lies and deceit, and eventual divorce, so be mindful as we move forward
Each chapter will have specific warnings listed as they're posted.
Chapter 1: Waving The White Flag
Chapter 2: Please, Let Me (coming soon)
This story will be complete by 30April
A/N: Part of the @btsfests Daddy's Home writing fest!
A/N: A special thank you to @hisunshiine @downbad4yoongi @lo1k-diamonds and @lunarelle1013 for their unfailing beta services!
â» Shatter With Me
âł Model!Jungkook x Surrogate!f.Reader
†Surrogacy AU
†Best Friendâs Husband | smut, fluff, heavy angst
†Rating: MA
†WC: TBD
†Summary: Your best friend, Jiyoon, and her husband, Jungkook, have faced years of hardship trying to start a family. In a last-ditch effort to have their dream life, they seek solace in surrogacy. Wanting to see your best friend smile, you offer to become the bright beacon at the end of the tunnel, giving them what they have always wanted. But what happens when you begin to shine your light on their darkness? Things arenât always as they seemâhappiness can be a façade, shattering under the lightest pressure.
â ïž Drinking, explicit language, fertility issues, mild bullying and references to cruel behavior/words, at-home medical procedures/insemination, non-sexual genital touching, planned pregnancy, eventual smut, & more to be added!
A/N on warnings: *SPOILERS* This fic will contain infidelity (not by JK or the FMC), lots of lies and deceit, and eventual divorce, so be mindful as we move forward
Each chapter will have specific warnings listed as they're posted.
Chapter 1: Waving The White Flag (coming soon)
Chapter 2: Please, Let Me (coming soon)
This story will be complete by 30April
A/N: Part of the @btsfests Daddy's Home writing fest!
A/N: A special thank you to @hisunshiine @downbad4yoongi @lo1k-diamonds and @lunarelle1013 for their unfailing beta services!
genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst, slight idiots to lovers
rating: explicit
description: So what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he canât exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroomâŠ
word count: 6.7k
warnings: size kink, JK has a big dick (no, really), slight pain kink, light choking, dirty talk, Dom!JK, flustered/shy JK at first, unprotected sex (this is fiction, we all wanna be raw-dogged by JK okay), lube, JK loves OCâs panties a LOT, fingering, mentions of masturbation, OC gets embarrassed at first but JK is sweet about it, oral sex (male & female receiving), cursing, Soft Dom!JK, JK is overly concerned with how big your dildo is, embarrassing moments from both parties, spanking, prone bone, creampie, confession scenes,Â
a/n: As soon as I saw JKâs OJO face from that GCF, it kicked me into gear to write this. Iâve had this idea for SO long, but never had the motivation to finish it. I was supposed to release it last winter, so hope youâre all excited for it! Asks and reblogs are much appreciated (I read them all!). Also, much love to @jkeuphoriadreamland for bouncing ideas around with me.Â
â[Y/N], I can hear you in there.âÂ
The muffled, disgruntled voice came from the other side of your door. Your eyes fluttered open and your hand stilled in your panties, your heart rate spiking. Maybe if you didnât move a muscle, heâd go away.Â
âI know youâre up,â he added. You rose up from your bed.
âUm⊠exactly what did you hear?â you squealed, face burning up at your terrible acting skills.
âUnlock this door.â
You didn't know what compelled you to saunter over and open the door a mere crack, but oh the sight before you was almost worth the humiliation. Jungkook was in nothing but gray sweats that sat dangerously low on his hips. He had a bad case of bedhead, but his locks looked so soft that you wanted nothing more than to grab onto them and make out with his beautiful lips, which were captivating you just as much as that intense gaze of his.Â
âHey⊠youâŠâ you said with a meek smile, which he did not return.
âItâs 2 AM in the morning. I have work at 5. As hot as you sound, we either do something together so we both get satisfied or you let me get my rest because I am incredibly frustrated right now.â
Your eyes widened at his curt response. Youâve never seen him so tense, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek as his glare bore into you. He leaned against your door frame with one arm, leaning in close enough to make you break eye contact. He tapped on the wooden frame with his index finger, awaiting your response.Â
âSorryâŠâÂ
God, you sounded absolutely pathetic .Â
âIs that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?â Before you could respond, he let out a tsk sound and retreated back to his bedroom. You stood there in a trance until his door shut loudly, snapping you out of it. You wondered if he realized how much worse he left you than when he found you.Â
Fuck, was he always this hot when mad?Â
You went back to your room after closing the door. Climbing into bed, you got under the covers and laid flat on your back deep in thought. The only reason you were masturbating in the first place was because your room was freezing cold. You thought the heater was fixed, but your room was somehow still the coldest one in the apartment. You knew youâd never be able to go to sleep at this rate, so you decided to do something that would tire you out and hopefully lull you into the rest you craved.
It was supposed to be simple. You, your hand, your phone, and sweet, sweet release. Damn Jungkook for interrupting you. Itâs bad enough his room was nice and toasty while you were suffering. Yeah, you heard his loudass snores. You assumed he was deep in the REM cycle so how the hell did he catch your moans? Ugh.
If he was so annoyed with you, then he should have warmed you up instead!
You shook your head and got under the covers, groaning at your lewd thoughts.Â
Heâs my roommate. And heâs too good of a roommate for me to fuck things up.Â
âIs that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?â
Those words echoed in your mind. The way he changed his tone to a lower register with his Busan dialect slipping through was incredibly sexy. It was the perfect mix of frustration and anger and made your thighs rub together in want. Leaning over your nightstand, you opened the drawer and grabbed a velvet drawstring bag. Slipping off your pajama shorts, you pulled out your trusty dildo. Impatient, you closed your eyes and imagined Jungkook taking you right then and there. However, the moment you allowed the tip of the dildo to touch your entrance, all pleasure was lost. It was cold!
âDamn itâŠâ you muttered. âI gotta warm it up. Ugh!â
You left your room in frustration and entered the bathroom, turning the sink on to the hottest setting and running it over your toy.Â
This mightâve been the most desperate masturbation session youâve ever had, but you didnât care. This was all Jungkookâs fault!
The next morning was Saturday. You were eating your breakfast on the kitchen island while mindlessly scrolling on your phone when Jungkook came out of his room. As soon as you two locked eyes, you almost choked on your food and had to chug some water to calm down. The man, confused, ruffled his hair and watched you through drowsy eyes.
âAre you okay?â he said, followed by a yawn.Â
You nodded as you beat your chest with your fist to get everything down. âYeah⊠I just⊠didnât expect you to be home. I thought you had work.â
âOh,â He sounded more awake now. âI read my schedule wrong. Turns out Iâm off every other Saturday now.â
â... Oh. Cool.â
He circled around the kitchen island to get to the fridge and you recalled last nightâs events, mortified he had heard you. Should you apologize again? After all, youâre both two grown adults; thereâs nothing to be ashamed about. If you didnât say something now, that icky feeling would only fester inside you.Â
âHey Jungkook.â
âYeah?â he said from behind the fridge door.
âAbout yesterday⊠I hope you can forget all about it.â
As the refrigerator door shut, you were greeted by the sight of the most adorable man sipping a carton of banana milk. His eyes were wide and brimming with curiosity from your words.Â
âDid something happen yesterday? I was knocked out.â
You blinked at him twice. âDo you⊠not remember talking to me last night?â
âHmm? I did? I was fast asleep, donât remember a thing.â He took the seat next to you. âWhy? What did we talk about?â
Pure relief washed over you like a tidal wave as you shook your head. âOh, nothing much. My roomâs a bit too cold. It was hard for me to sleep.â
âIâm sorry. Iâll talk to the landlord. Do you want to sleep with me?â You shot him an incredulous look and he began to stutter. âI-I mean! Sleep in my bed! Not with me in it. Unless you wanted toâahâfuck me!
There. Thatâs the Jungkook you knew. Heâs never crossed the line and flirted with you, so you didnât either out of respect. But⊠It was too hard to resist teasing him. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
âUnless I wanted to⊠fuck you?â you repeated innocently. This was new territory for youâteasing him. His flustered reactions were so damn adorable though. The way his nose scrunched and his eyes darted around everywhere except for your face. If anyone was watching you, theyâd swore you had hearts in your eyes.Â
He set his drink down and proceeded to cover his face with both hands, panicking at his poor choice of words. âThat didnât come out right. Oh god⊠this is embarrassing.â
You covered your mouth to stifle your giggles. âItâs okay. I donât want to peg youâI mean, take your bed.â
Jungkook dropped his hands, speaking the next sentence in pouts. âHey, I donât want to be pegânot the point. No, seriously. My roomâs really warm.â
âI mean⊠if you really want me in your room, all you have to do is ask, you know,â you remarked. Jungkookâs cheeks were flushed with a tinge of pink, adding an extra charming element to his already cute self. Were you being too bold?Â
It didnât matter because seeing how his lips trembled and how he could barely hold himself together was fun to watch.
âI didnât realize it was that easyâŠâ he mumbled, more to himself than you. You tilted your head at him and he noticed how you crossed one arm over another âNot that Iâm calling you easy!â
You placed your index finger on his lips to shush him, even going so far as to tap his lip piercing teasingly. âIs that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?âÂ
You watched as his eyes widened once more and that caused you to realize what you were doing. My god. Using his own words against him was satisfying, but all this newfound confidence was going to get you in trouble. You cleared your throat and withdrew your hand, grabbing your breakfast plate and heading over to the sink before things could escalate.
âUh⊠Iâm gonna go to the gym. Run some errands or something,â Jungkook stammered as he got up, nearly toppling out of his stool. You bit your lip to hold in your laughter as he recomposed himself. Walking in the same direction, he flinched when you got near his proximity. âW-What are you doing?â
Heâs so cute when nervous.
âNothing. Grabbing my keys. Iâm heading out too.â
âO-Okay.â
Your smile made his heart rate escalate. âOkay. Iâll see you later.â
You spent the day with your closest friends on a brunch date, followed by a trip to the mall, and then hot cocoa in the evening. It was much needed after the week you had and after bidding them farewell, you went back to your apartment. Upon entering, you took off your shoes and put them on the shoe rack.
âJungkook? Are you home?â you called out.Â
âYeah! I just finished showering!â he called back in the distance. You went further into the apartment and plopped down on the couch.Â
âDamn,â you muttered, rubbing your arms. âWish I could have showered with him. Itâs so cold outsideâŠâ
As if on cue, Jungkook called for you again. â[Y/N]? Could you come here?â
You took off your purse and slowly rose up from the couch, hesitant. This had to be a dream. Why would he need you to come to the bathroom? He mustâve forgotten a towel. Or a t-shirt. Or pants. The specifics didnât really matter because your hormones were going berserk at the possibilities.Â
You walked through the narrow hallway and stood in front of the bathroom door, excited at the thought of teasing him again. âIâm here. Whatâs up? Did you forget your towel or something? Silly boy.â
The door swung open and the shit-eating grin you had on your face dropped to the floor in an instant.Â
âWhy is there a dildo in the bathroom, silly girl?â
Shit. Quick, say something. Anything. Donât just stand there like a gaping fish! Oh dear, how many seconds have passed? You must look like a total idiot.
Fuck! I forgot I left it here!!!
âWellâŠâ you started to say, âIâm assuming itâs yours.â
Out of all the things your roommate could be calling you for, this was not on your radar. The awkwardness was more suffocating than the steam from his blazing hot shower minutes ago and you wished it lingered around long enough to make you disappear.Â
Jungkook made a puckered face at your accusation, picked up the object, and shook it side to side, the bendy silicone material flopping everywhere. His big doe eyes were the highlight of his classic OJO face, the blatant confusion so adorable if you werenât absolutely mortified. For the second time this week.Â
God, and how could you even focus when he was dressed in nothing but a towel, his hair still slightly damp. The bulging muscles of his biceps were a feast for the eyes as well as his tattooed sleeve. You yearned for the day heâd use his arm as your necklace, but of course that shouldnât be a priority at the moment. If anything, it was his fault you had to use a dildo anyway.
â[Y/N], you know damn well this isnât mine.â He met your gaze and flashed you a soft smile, biting his lower lip. âI like mine bigger.â
You covered your face in shame, wishing the floor could open up and swallow you whole. âGood god, Jeon.â
âYou still didnât answer my question. Why is it in the bathroom?â
You gulped, finding enough strength to not die of embarrassment. âItâs getting colder outside and the heater doesnât reach my room as well as it reaches yours. SoâŠâ
âYeahâŠ? But Iâm not following.â
âThe⊠thing in your handââ
âDildo?â
You visibly cringed. âYes, okay, THAT. It got cold and I donât like cold objects... Inside me. So I took it to the bathroom to run hot water on it to warm it up.â
âBefore you use it?â
âNo, to melt it. Yes, to use it!â you snapped, feeling the humiliation burning through your body. âI wasnât aware you werenât working today, remember? I clean it after each use so please just give it back!â
You ran over to yank it out of his hands, but he lifted it up high out of your reach. While cackling. That motherfucker. âHey, maybe I want a turn.â
You had to bite back. âI knew you liked being pegged.â
âI do not!â
âThen give it back!â
âThis thing is huge though. It fits?â
âIâm not having this conversation with you right now.â You jumped up but failed to reach it due to his quick reflexes.Â
âDoesnât it hurt? Because if something this big went up myââ
âJungkook!â
âIâm just saying!â he said with his arms up in the air like you were about to tase him. âI find it hard to believe, thatâs all. Itâs really big. Like damn.â
Without thinking, you ripped his towel off his waist and he gasped, scrambling to shield his privates while you seized the opportunity to get your toy back.
You stormed out of the bathroom and ran to your room, locking the door afterwards. Falling to your knees, the embarrassment caught up to you, causing you to hang your head low in shame. You could hear the soft shuffling sounds of his footsteps approaching your door, followed by a gentle knock.
â[Y/N]? Are you okay?â He pressed his ear against the door to hear small sniffles. âShit. Iâm sorry. I wasnât trying to make you upset. I was teasing, I thought you wanted to tease me back andâI guess I took it too far.â
âGo away, Jeon,â you said, throwing the dildo at the door. Jungkook nearly had a heart attack at the loud thump and jolted back, clutching his chest.Â
âHoly shit, that scared me,â he said, which earned a small chuckle from you despite the tears. âHey⊠come on out. Please. Iâm not judging you.â
âNo. Iâm humiliated. You heard me yesterday and now caught me today. I canât face you ever again. Itâs over!â
He placed a hand on your door, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. âI didnât even know we started, so how could we be over? Youâre cute.â
That made you snap your head up. You quickly wiped away your tears and rose from the floor. âThis isnât fair⊠Iâve been embarrassed twice now.â
âI donât even know what youâre talking about.â
âYou heard me masturbating yesterday!â you exclaimed, frustrated at his obliviousness. âYou woke up and told me I had pretty lips or whatever and suggested we do something about it together!â
âI mean, you do have pretty lips. Yup. That sounds like me, yeah,â he said, nodding to himself. âBut I really donât remember. Come on out. I wanna see you.â
âNo.â
âWould it help if I shared something embarrassing about me?â
You narrowed your eyes at the door, considering his offer. â... Go onâŠâ
He sighed, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. âWell⊠you know how Iâve been doing your laundry for you?âÂ
âYeahâŠâ
It was your most hated chore. Putting the clothes into the washer and dryer wasnât your issue, but folding them was so tedious. So you and him made a deal. You were in charge of dishes and he would do the laundry. However, the one thing you refused to let Jungkook wash for you were your bras and panties. Those you handled yourself.
âYou⊠left a pair of panties in my basket once by mistake.â
âI did?â
âYeah. I washed them for you but um⊠before that, I mightâve⊠sortâve⊠jerked off with them.â
Your doorknob jostled for a second as you unlocked it. Jungkook waited as the door swung open and was greeted by a displeased you, hands on your hips and all. Â
âWhat? They were really prettyâŠâ he added. âThey were pink and had laceââ
âYou⊠PERVERT!â you shouted, hitting his chest repeatedly. Of course, you were aware your feeble punches did nothing to his insanely toned pecs. Jungkook stared at you fondly, catching the hint of a smile that threatened to spill from your lips.Â
âOh, Iâm a pervert? Says the girl who has an 8-inch dildo,â he countered, snatching both your wrists.Â
âAt least Iâm able to take 8-inches!â you retorted, laughing at the situation. He joined in your laughter and then said,
âGood! That means youâll be able to handle me!â
Your brain fizzled out at this point as the laughter subsided. â... What?â
Jungkookâs Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped. â... You heard me. Go ahead, take off my towel again. See for yourself.â
He guided your hands downward to the soft fabric, which was already on the verge of unraveling itself with his prior movements. You stared at his pelvic lines, excitement bubbling beneath the surface while you tried your best to maintain a calm expression.Â
â... Pervert,â you mumbled. Jungkook chuckled, taking one of your hands and placing it directly on his boner.Â
âMaybe. But only you can make me feel this way.â
You bit your lip, feeling the heat radiating from beneath the fabric and your curiosity peaked. Tucking a finger into the towel, you pulled it down and let it fall to the ground.Â
A loud squeal came from your lips as you covered your mouth. âHoly shit!â
Jungkook covered himself after seeing your reaction with both hands, embarrassment crawling up his spine. âSorry, Iâll put it away.â
âNo, no, no!â you said, putting your hands out in a stop motion. âSorry, I just⊠you⊠you werenât kidding.â
âDoes it scare you?â His tone was sincere, his eyes genuinely showing concern. âBecause⊠I donât want to hurt you. And I know it can hurt. Thatâs why I was so curious about the dildo. Will it fit? Will I fitâŠ?â
You couldnât help but laugh at how he phrased it, but quickly stopped when you noticed the fear in his eyes. Your thoughts wandered to if he had slept with someone prior and if it wasnât a pleasant experience. Truth be told, youâve never been with anyone as big as him so itâs all new for you.
âWell⊠if Iâm prepared well enough, I can take it. The dildo fits but sometimes not all of it goes in. Um⊠man, this is embarrassing to talk about, ahhh. I feel like I keep making a fool of myself in front of you.â
Jungkookâs gaze softened at your vulnerability, taking your hand and placing it on his chest. His heart was beating just as rapidly as yours if not more. Then he put his other hand on the small of your back, pulling you close.Â
âThat makes two of us. But you make me crazy.â
He was so close that your senses were intoxicated with the fresh scent of eucalyptus and cotton wafting off him. His eyes shifted to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze once more.Â
âI really want to kiss these pretty lips of yours⊠If youâll let me,â he said, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb and whispering the last part.
You begged him to kiss you already, so he leaned in and finally pressed his warm lips against yours as you closed your eyes. It started off as a gentle smooch, like a little tease to test the waters. When he pulled back, you leaned forward and chased his lips urgently. You felt him smiling into the kiss as he moved in tandem with you, deepening the kiss while switching positions to press you against a wall. One of his hands pinned your wrists above your head while his free hand slithered down the side of your body until it rested on your hip, giving you a firm squeeze.
âJungâmmphâJungkookâŠâ you moaned. He used that chance to ease his tongue into your mouth and the kiss went from passionate to messy. When you moved your wrists in the slightest, he asserted dominance and pinned them back down into place.Â
âYou think Iâm going to let you go so easily now that I have you?â he asked, the hunger in his voice evident. He carefully tugged your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled it back in a seductive motion, which turned you on even more.Â
Once he broke the kiss, the only thing that remained was a string of saliva that broke seconds later.
âIâve been wanting to do that for so long,â he said in between pants.
âSince youâve jerked off to my panties?â you teased while catching your breath.
He rolled his eyes. âLike youâve never rubbed one out to me before.â
You scrunched up your nose at his response, unable to counteract his statement right away. âHey⊠I wouldnât have had to rub one out if you warmed me up in this cold weather.â
He smirked. âAll you had to do was ask, you know.â
Releasing your hands, Jungkook went into your room and grabbed the dildo off the floor. He left you for a short moment and you waited there, confused, until you heard the sound of running water. He came back a minute later and then grabbed your hand, leading you to his bedroom.
âHad to wash it. Donât worry, Iâll warm you up properly for the real thing.â
He guided you to his bed and helped you remove your jacket, blouse, and leggings. His grin was extra toothy because the set you were wearing was the exact set he jerked off too before.Â
âWhat?â you asked, amused.
âN-Nothing.â
When your back was turned for a second, he mouthed the words âOh my godâ and pressed his hands together as if thanking the universe for this very moment.
Now left in your bra and panties, you laid on his bed and he climbed on top of you, his lips latching onto the side of your neck. You mewled at the sizzling contact, pulling him close by his soft locks so that his hot skin was pressed against yours. He trailed his searing kisses down to your collarbone and then settled between the valley of your breasts.Â
âThe bra is pretty⊠youâre so pretty,â he said, full of admiration. He pulled one of the cups down to gain access to your breasts, capturing your perky nipple between his lips. He sucked tenderly, swirling his tongue around before tugging on it hard enough to elicit a moan. His other hand was greedy, slithering into your already soaked panties. His middle finger dipped in between your folds and he rubbed in circular motions to coax some more slick out of you.Â
As you arched your back and moaned his name, he dipped one finger into you and began to pump it slowly. He added another one when you begged for it, sounding so desperate that he had to oblige.Â
âPlease fuck me already. I canât take it,â you breathed. Jungkook only curled his fingers deeper inside, grazing your sweet spot while shaking his head.Â
âPatience, beautiful. I need to make sure your sweet pussy can take it, remember? Gotta prep you well.â
âBut I can take it, I can, oh god please.âÂ
âIf youâre a good girl for me. Can you take another finger?â
You nodded eagerly, so he added a third finger and you squeezed your eyes shut from the delicious burn.Â
âAre you okay?â Jungkook asked, observing your expressions carefully. You clutched onto the pillow and panted heavily.Â
âY-Yeah, Iâgodâyour fingers feel goodâŠâ
He began to finger you with all three digits, the tightness of your walls bringing some resistance to his actions. But with a few more neck kisses to relax you, it became easier and you became more undone.Â
âYouâre doing so well,â he whispered into your ear, his heavy breath tickling it. He finally removed his fingers and grabbed the dildo at the end of the bed, bringing up to your lips.Â
âShow me what those pretty lips of yours can do.â
You stuck out your tongue and licked a long stripe on the toy in a tantalizing slow motion, causing Jungkook to grunt. That damn smile of yours was going to kill him. You were the perfect minxâsweet and naughty. He didnât have to tell you to suck it because you already were.Â
âSuch a good girl. Youâre going to handle my cock so well.â
He removed the dildo out of your mouth and reached into his nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. You stared at it like it was foreign to you and Jungkook was quick to notice.
âI donât want to hurt you.â
âI can take it. I know it.â
He chuckled, admiring your determination. âStill, I want to take my time. Besides⊠itâs not every day I get to fuck someone so beautiful.â
He popped open the cap and squeezed a decent amount of lube onto the toy. Then he got back in between your legs and slowly began to insert it into you. You squirmed from the slippery, cold contact but Jungkook captured your lips into a deep kiss, igniting your body with fervor.Â
He thrusted the dildo as deep as he could, stopping when there was resistance from your panties. Which you were more than thankful for because you already felt full. But then he began to pump it in and out of you at a steady pace, only accelerating when your moans became more constant.Â
âShit, shit,that feels soââ Your words were swallowed by his lips and that stirred something within you, allowing Jungkook to easily glide the toy back and forth. He soon increased his speed, the obscene sounds your pussy was making the only thing that could be heard in the room.Â
You broke away from the kiss and began tearing up from the intensity.Â
âJ-Jungkook, I thinkââ
You couldnât, actually. Your orgasm crept up on you and made your entire body convulse. You shut your eyes to only see white, your ears were ringing, and your pussy surrendered to the pleasure.Â
Jungkook removed the toy out of you gently and then kissed your sweaty forehead, giving you a bunny-tooth smile as you calmed down from your high.Â
âDid you cum?â
You smacked his arm playfully. âDid I cum⊠pfft. No, actually. Iâm waiting for a real man to make me cum. With a fat cock.â
âWell not to toot my own horn butâŠâ He grinded his swollen cock against your thigh. âI think I meet the requirements.â
Now that things slowed down, this was the first time you really got to look at his cock properly. He wasnât kidding about needing to prep you. It was as big as your dildo but much more girthier. It was a mouth-watering sight.Â
Flipping the switch, you got on top of Jungkook this time. His eyes widened in surprise but then eased into a smile. You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.Â
âLet me take care of you now.â
âBut I want to fuck you so bad.â
âYou can wait, darling. My pussy is yours.â
His dick twitched at that. You giggled as you got in between his thighs, stroking his member a few times to hear those cute, breathy moans of his.Â
Will it fit� God, I hope so.
âAre you afraid you canât take it?â Jungkook asked with concern. Shit. Did you say that out loud???
âI can. I will.â
âWe donât have to if you donâtââ
âJungkook,â you said, squeezing his dick tightly, almost like a warning. âI can take it like a good girl. And if not, Iâll tell you. Okay?â
He closed his eyes and nodded as you began to suck him off. There was no way you could take all of him in your mouth but youâd be damned if you didnât at least try. You went as far as you could and stopped when your gag reflex kicked in. Using your hand to stroke the area you couldnât reach, you swirled your tongue and bobbed your head up and down.Â
Jungkookâs abs clenched and unclenched at the action and he rested on his elbows to watch you. The way your bra cupped your breasts at this angle was enticing, your pretty lips working so hard to please him, and the view of your ass in those panties could make him cum right then and there.Â
âFuck, youâre so good at thisâdonât stop.â
You smiled at the praise and continued, loving how he took a sharp inhale of breath when you cupped his balls. He put his hand on your head and pushed you down gently, not wanting to overdo it with his size. You controlled the pace, but he just wanted to touch you and admire you.Â
âYouâre too good to meâŠâÂ
You released his dick with a satisfying pop sound, kissing the tip and smiling. âTeach me what you like.â
âI love everything you do,â he said, grunting when you began stroking him again from the base to the tip. âYour hands are so much softer than mine.â
You stopped momentarily to spit on your hand before resuming your lewd actions and he threw his head back.Â
âFuck [Y/N]. Thatâs so hot.â
âYeah? Have I been a good girl? Are you going to reward me?â He snatched your wrist, his eyes darkened and full of lust.Â
âCan you handle it?â
You turned around on all fours, shaking your ass side to side to tempt him. âTake me, baby. Raw.â
His OJO face returned from your bold suggestion and you flashed him a wink.Â
âIâm on the pill. Promise,â you informed.Â
A burst of energy surged within him as he grabbed the bottle of lube and hurriedly squeezed some onto his cock. You giggled when he squirted a bit too much, haphazardly trying to divide it between two hands and spreading it evenly. But things turned serious when he grabbed your hips, yanking you closer to him.
He pulled your panties to the side and ate you out from behind first, loving how delicious your backside looked with them on. You moaned in delight and he placed a hand on your upper back, forcing your face down into the mattress. His tongue dipped into your folds and he flicked it on your clit a few times, loving the whiny sounds you were making. Then he pressed his entire mouth onto your pussy and sucked hard.Â
You were overwhelmed with pleasure and were on the verge of cumming when he removed his mouth and replaced it with something else.
âAre you ready?â He teased his tip at your leaking entrance and you shuddered.Â
âYes, please fuck me.â
âBreathe baby. Relax as much as you can.â
You obeyed, feeling him push himself into you smoothly, knowing he prepped you more than enough. At least, thatâs what you thought until he got in halfway. From there on, it felt like he was invading your walls and stretching you to new limits.Â
There was a mild discomfort and Jungkook kissed your back lovingly to relax your tense muscles. You sighed and allowed him to bottom out, feeling the wind knock out of you when he did.Â
âGod!â you shouted, fisting his bedsheets.Â
âF-Fuck⊠you feel amazing Iâcan I move? Does it hurt?â
âIt doesnât hurt⊠I just feel really full.â
âOkay,â he said in a restrained voice. âIâll go slow.â
He gripped your hips tightly, like he needed something else to focus on or else heâd lose control and fuck the living daylights out of you. He eased himself out of you but only half way, wanting to savor your warmth a bit longer. Then he pushed himself back into you, making sure to go as slow as possible.
âYour ass looks amazing in these. You should wear them again.â
Your heart fluttered at the thought of doing this with him again. âMaybe if you spank me.â
He stilled his hips. âYou really want me to?â
You began rocking your ass back and forth on his cock. âYeah. Iâm not that fragile⊠I can take it rough when I want to.â You swore you felt his cock twitch at this. âHmm, looks like that excited you. You wanna fuck me rough, Jeon?â
He delivered a spank on your cheek, the sensation sending waves of pain and pleasure through your body. Your pussy tightened from this and it made Jungkook hiss. He spanked the other cheek and then both cheeks and you moaned, the slight pain distracting you from the girth of his big cock.Â
âYou think youâre in a position to be a brat?â He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up so you were on all fours again. Laying on top of your back, he whispered in your ear, âDo you know how badly I want to fucking ruin you?â
He bit the shell of your ear and you let out a content sigh as he slowly thrusted in and out of you.Â
âI donât want to hurt you,â he reminded you. âBut god, you feel so good. So tight. So slippery and wet. I just wanna have my way with you.â
You couldnât wait anymore. âPlease do. Make my pussy remember the shape of your cock. Itâs yours to wreck.â
Jungkook got off your back and grabbed a nice fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, forcing your head up as he thrusted into you to the hilt. That feeling of being full hit you full force and you submitted, letting him rock his hips back and forth to the pace he deemed fit. He undid your bra with his free hand, letting the undergarment fall onto the bed as he cupped one breast.
Your moans came out unashamed and full of whiny desperation. The intensity was becoming too much, but it felt too good to stop. There was no more discomfort, only lust and the desire to be fucked so hard that it had your eyes rolling. And Jungkook was more than willing to deliver.
He then grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it under your stomach, pushing your back down until you laid flat.Â
âIâm not sure, but I read this makes things feel better on Reddit,â he explained quickly as he helped remove your panties. âBut let me know if you want me to stop.â
Youâre smitten by the fact he cared this much about you but also trying hard not to laugh at how he admitted to going to Reddit for sex advice. He was too precious.
âI will.â
With your ass propped up higher thanks to the elevation of the pillow, Jungkook eased into you once more and you bit into your pillow. He started to slam his hips into you, gripping onto the headboard to steady himself.Â
âFuck!â you said through gritted teeth.Â
âAm I going too fast?â he breathed, slowing down his thrusts.
âNo, itâs okay. I want it. I want you.â
Your words unleashed his primal urges to finally give it to you. He shoved his cock deep inside you, each thrust making your ass jiggle, the sight so unbelievably sexy that he had to spank you again.
âYes, yes, yes! Fuck me harder!â you shouted. Jungkook laid on top of you, wrapping his bicep around your neck and planted a kiss on your cheek as he fucked you harder. You begged him to choke you and he obliged, squeezing your neck just enough to make you slightly dizzy.Â
It was euphoric having that slight danger while being used for his pleasure. Your pussy tightened so much that Jungkook felt he was going to cum.Â
He slowed the roll of his hips and then pulled out, quickly flipping you onto your back. Thanks to the pillow from earlier, your hips were propped up at the perfect height.Â
âSpread your legs for me. Wider. Hold them open.â
You were so drunk on lust that you did everything he asked. He held onto your thighs and inserted his cock into you again, the new angle making your moans come out strangulated. He was so huge, you swore his tip was brushing against your cervix. Picking up the pace gradually, you took the abuse of his fat cock and screamed at how good it felt.Â
âI canât get enough of you,â Jungkook said through pants, wrapping a hand around the column of your neck. âIâm gonna cum.â
His hips began to stutter and you felt your pussy growing sore from the stretch. Anymore and youâd be in tears. You wanted to cum too, so you snuck your hand down to your clit and rubbed in circular motions. Jungkook used the last remaining bits of strength to fuck you for a few more minutes, which was more than enough for you to reach your climax.Â
Cumming a second time was more painful than the first time due to the over sensitivity. But somehow it was more enjoyable because you had never felt something so intense. Jungkook kept coaxing you with sweet words, promising he was almost finished.Â
He rutted into you for the last few seconds, counting 3, 2, 1 before spilling his seed inside you. His body laid on top of yours, the two of you sticky and sweaty but it was comforting just being in his embrace.Â
âJungkook?âÂ
âYeah?â
âGet off. We gotta pee.â
He laughed at your serious tone. âI think I need another shower. Care to join me?â
Your roommate literally just fucked your brains out 5 minutes ago. Why were you feeling self-conscious in the shower with him? It didnât make sense!
With the hot water on, you took a deep breath before feeling a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.Â
âQuestions, comments, concerns?â
Oh my god, you had to marry this man. âUm⊠I think Iâll be sore for the next few days.â
âIâm sorry.
âDonât be. I enjoyed it a lot.â
He turned you around, so that you were facing him. âEnough to do it again?â
You raised an eyebrow. âTonight?â
âW-Well⊠I meanââ
Look at him fumbling over his words. Adorable. âYouâre such a pervert.â
âI canât help it. You turn me on.â
You covered your chest, feeling shy. âIs that all Iâm good forâŠ?â
He immediately understood what you meant. âOf course not. Look at me,â he said while tilting your chin up. âDonât you know how I feel about you?â
Your lips curled into a smile. âWell I learned today that you jerked off to my panties and you count down before you cum.â
You couldnât help but explode into laughter at his OJO face when he heard you say that.Â
âHey! I do it to let you know when itâs coming!â
âYes sir,â you teased with a salute. âI appreciate your punctuality, sir!â
âOh my god, youâre so cheeky.â He hugged you again and booped his nose into yours. âI like you. You know, when a boy likes a girl and they go out on a date and thenâoh shit, I did things backwards.â
You giggled. âI think I prefer it this way. I like you too. Iâve⊠liked you for a long time.â
âWhy didnât you say anything?â
âBecause! I didnât want to make things awkward. But I guess things ended up being awkward anywayâŠâ
âBecause you were masturbating to me?âÂ
He had such a proud smile on his face.Â
âWhatever! Panty thief!â
âYou left them there.â
âYou shouldâve told me!â
âI did!â
âAfter you had your fun! You are soââ
He gave you a surprise peck on the cheek to distract you.Â
âAwesome?â He smooched you again. And again. You couldnât help but giggle.Â
âYouâre lucky youâre cute.â
âMmhmm. So⊠do you want to stay in my room tonight?â
âAs long as you warm me up.â
âOh, for sure. Iâm great at that.â
âBecause of experience or Reddit?â
There was his OJO face again. âHey~!â
I truly hope you enjoyed the fic! Thank you for giving my writing a chance. :) Also I have an AO3 if you're more comfortable commenting there. Thanks!
â : older!jk, dads bestfriend!jk , oral (giving and receiving ) , unprotected sex , reader has a crush on jk, bachelor!jk, big dick jk, size kink kinda, hair pulling, gagging, slapping, pervert jk , dry humping , anal play , degradation, name calling, nicknames - lmk if i missed any!
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A/N: remember that time I mentioned a jk fic that i was writing? This is that fic. Literally put this on hold for 2 months and finished writing it last night đ anyways enjoy!!
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âBut i dont wannnnaaaaa goooooo!..â you whined as you declined your dadâs offer to go to his big company party. âSweetheart this is a huge deal for me âŠâ your dad countered. â⊠more over, mr.jeon is going to be there ..!â Your ears perked up at the mention of Mr. Jeon. The tall, tatted bachelor with his piercings and built body, who has been your dadâs best friend since his college days.
Since you were a teenager, you have had the biggest crush on him. He was perfect in every way. He was older. More wiser. Handsome. Just your type. The initial infatuation was small, but as you grew into your adult years, it grew stronger.
You were starting to dream about him. Not even the usual kind. Wet dreams.
He grew older like fine wine. Body covered in beautiful art. Built like an actual Greek god.
Surprisingly, he was not yet married, even though he was well off in his late 40s. He used to say 'no woman has ever caught my attention' when someone mentioned him still being single at his ageâfrom what you've heard.
Your dad and him, being business partners, frequently bring him to your home. Always hanging out at the bar or in your dadâs study. You capitalized on these small visits and began attempting to attract his attention. Whenever he came over, you started hanging out at the bar. Offering to make him special drinks. Talking about his interests , which you found out through intense stalking just to impress him. wearing revealing clothes, buying him his favorite food and snacks whenever you visit his office to pick up something for your father. You got very close to him. Your obsession with him became stronger because he seemed so nonchalant about your little tactics. The worst thing you have ever done was hire someone to break off one of his relationships. Only you were meant for him. No one else.
Hearing your father say that he would be there was another opportunity to impress him. You shot up. âWHY DIDNâT YOU SAY THIS BEFORE???â You say as you rummage into your closet for the perfect dress. Your father believed that your attraction to Jungkook was innocent and similar to that of a child. You had always said you hated the smell of alcohol, so he thought it was strange for you to start hanging out at the bar. Despite noticing many changes, he dismissed them as 'innocence', so he expected you to join him if he mentioned Jungkook. He left your room with a satisfied smile on his lips. You finally found the dress. A satin spaghetti strap dress in black, his favorite color, with a dangerously low open back. The dress was revealing when you put it on; the side of your boob was peeking out, but it hugged your curves perfectly. As the time got closer, you finished up spraying on your most expensive perfume, taking a final look at yourself before leaving.
The party was classy. A huge venue with what appeared to be millions of waiters with champagne. Upon entering the venue with your family, your eyes immediately searched for Jungkook. It wasn't long before you spotted him in the middle of a small group. He seemed to notice your family and hurried towards all of you without delay. As he got closer, your heart was beating fast. âHey hey! My man!â He said taking your dad into a tight hug. âYou could have come a bit more later!â He said sarcastically, taking a jab at your dadâs late-coming habit. âDon't blame me! This one took too long!â Your dad exclaimed, hugging you by your side. Jungkookâs eyes landed on you. He stared you down. Taking in each and every curve, his eyes eventually landed on your chest before he looked at your face and smiled. âSo glad you came! You look gorgeous tonight.â He said, taking in your hand and kissing the back of your palm slowly, in a sensual way, while deeply staring into your eyes. He pulled away and rubbed the skin with his thumb before giving you a smirk. You felt your insides melt and your brain malfunction at his simple gesture. You were frozen in place and didnât know what to do. You shyly backed away and looked down , trying to hide your wide smile with your bangs, which Jungkook took notes on.
Time flew by as you watched Jungkook speak in front of the huge crowd with charisma and confidence. One of his best traits. He always caught everyoneâs attention with his choice of words and tone. It was embarrassing for you to admit that, but it turned you on. Your legs were crossed, rubbing your thighs together from time to time, and no one seemed to notice, except for Jungkook, of course. He eyed you every time you made a small movement.
All the speeches and boring talks concluded, which made you run out onto the balcony for some fresh air. You stared off into the distance, thinking about what Jungkook had done to you earlier. Was it platonic? Was he just being nice? Does he have feeli- âdid all those old men bore you out?â Jungkook was behind you. His voice husky. His lip and eyebrow piercing, shining under the moonlight. You were caught off guard and turned around to see âyour man', âmr.jeon! Ugh you scared me!â You said dramatically, placing a hand on your chest. He gets closer with a charming smile on his face and hands in his pockets. âMy apologies. I didn't mean to scare you!â He let out a soft chuckle. âHow is your night going?â He asked you. âHm? Oh good i guess, itâs kinda boring, but i would do anything for my father..â He chuckled and gave you a side eye. âFor your father? Really?â it seemed like he knew the real reason why you were here in the first place. âWdym really? I love my dad!â You said in a playful, offended tone. Â He chuckled once again. âFine fine! I know how much you adore him.â You sighed softly and smiled.
âI like that dress on you. It suits you a lot.â  He said while eyeing you. You blushed at his compliment, looking down and fiddling with your acrylic nails. âThank you..â you mumbled under your breath. You feel him getting closer to you. âSorry? I didnât hear you,  sweetheart.â His hands were on your hips, squeezing them softly. You froze in place. Heart beating faster. Your legs threatening to fall. His hands creeped towards your ass. Groping it softly, not wanting to seem too pushy. âMr.jeonâŠ-â you let out a shaky whimper at his touch. âItâs jungkook for you, doll.â He said leaning in closer to your ears. He took a huge sniff of your neck and hair. âThierry mugler alien eau de parfum? You have good taste.â He said while softly chuckling in your ears before pulling away. He lifted your chin so you can look at him. Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you stared into his intoxicating eyes. âWhat did you want to say earlier?â You gulped before speaking up. âThank you⊠jungkook.â He smiled at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. His hands went under your ears, caressing the soft skin gently. Your eyes widened, and you just stood there. âIâll see you around okay?â He said smiling before he left. You were standing put, like a statue, your limbs refusing to move.Â
A few days went by, and you were still processing whatever happened with jungkook that night. His kiss. The way his hands caressed your body. His little nicknames. It was just too much to process. You didnât see or hear much from jungkook since that day. There were small interactions, but he seemed to ignore you each time. You were starting to get worried. What happened? What did you do wrong? Did you fuck up? Does he hate you?. You never stopped overthinking.
One morning, you heard the familiar voice of Jungkook from the kitchen, laughing and giggling with your father. You quickly put on your clothes and dolled up, still hoping to impress him, before you went downstairs. âAh! Sheâs finally awake! We were just talking about you!â Your father exclaimed. You observed jungkook as he sat on the kitchen island and ate what appeared to be lucky charms. His favorite cereal. He glanced at you briefly before turning away. You felt your heart shatter. After all that he did? Is this the way he treats you? . You walked past him and got yourself a glass of orange juice. âDid you sleepwell princess?â Your father inquired. Jungkook was still not looking at you. His gaze was fixed on the newspaper in front of him. âYeah yeah i did.â You said putting on a fake smile. âOh!â Your father exclaimed as he heard his phone ring. âExcuse me.â He said before rushing out of the kitchen.
You glared at jungkook and gulped down your orange juice before dropping the glass onto the table. Jungkook noticed your action, which made him put his newspaper aside and walk towards you. âWhatâs wrong?â He inquired, leaning onto the island. âHmph!â You huffed, turning around. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. âCome onnn! Tell me.â He said while hugging your waist from the back. You let out a heavy sigh before turning back around. âWhat did I do wrong? Why do you keep doing this to me?â You asked. âDoing what?â âAre you seriously going to act like you donât know?â You said folding your arms. Jungkook had a confused look on his face. âYou are ignoring me damn it!â âOhhhhh! About that! I just didnât have anything to say.â He said shrugging. You rolled your eyes at him. âAdmit it, Jungkook, you just want to play with my feelings. You donât care about me. You never did.â You let it all out. It was weird for you to act like this, but you couldnât help yourself. Jungkooks eyes darkened, and he stared at you. You gulp. Â âYou think I donât care about you? Me? Not caring about you? You think i come to your house almost every other day for your father?â He said while pushing you down onto the island. He turned you around and hugged you close to his body; you could feel his clothed hard dick on your pussy. You shudder when he slowly grinds his hips into your behind. âYa feel that doll? Thats how you got me everyday..â he said whispering into your ears. His free hand found your right tit before he gave it a squeeze. Tugging the thin white fabric of your crop top down to expose your hardened nipple. You hear him darkly chuckle in your ear before giving the sensitive bud a squeeze. His hips never seemed to stop as he continued dry-humping you. You felt yourself involuntarily lowering yourself on the island, pushing your ass back into him for more stimulation. He immediately pulls away, leaving you weak and clenching around absolutely nothing. You whined, turning around to face him with pleading eyes. âWhat?â He scoffed at how desperate you were. He got closer and fixed your shirt. He didnât say anything and just rubbed your shoulders down before walking away.Â
A while later, you were napping in your bedroom. It was not uncommon for you to take naps in between the day since you were basically unemployed and didnât have much to do, and you also needed one after what happened with jungkook.
All the blinds were shut, leaving the room completely dark. It was silent; the only sound that was heard was the faint noise of the air conditioner. You were in deep sleep and didnât notice or hear Jungkook entering your room. You felt the bed sink next to you before you felt a cold hand on your hip. His hands, kneading the soft flesh of your ass before it grazed around your desperate cunt. You whine when you feel his fingers touch and draw circles on your sensitive part. âShh..â he shushed you before pressing onto your pussy. He chuckles at how quickly you got wet. Your mouth was agape, soft grunts escaping every second. He slowly pushed you onto your stomach, climbing on top of you before pulling your pink panties to the side.
It was dark, and he couldnât see much, but he could feel how soaked you were. He spread your cheeks and lowered his mouth down onto your cunt, sucking on it. Your eyes shot open, heavy breathing as you turned around to see the man of your dreams eat you out from behind. âJu-jungkook..?â He shut you up by lapping his tongue over your dripping cunt. You let out a loud moan, your head falling sideways, already drooling even though he barely started. He lifted your ass up using his strong hands, making you arch your back. He dropped his head lower and started sucking on your clit, his big nose pressing into your soaking pussy. You grabbed a handful of his hair from behind and pushed him closer. He hummed into your pussy, making you gasp for air. Loud slurping and squelching sounds, along with his groans and your moans, echoed throughout the room. You were seeing stars. The way his mouth ate you out and the feeling of his cold lip ring on your pussy were beyond comprehensible. Your heart started beating faster as you felt your body warm up, and a knot formed in your abdomen. Jungkook took notes on your body language and pulled away. You cried out when you lost contact.
He leaned in and switched on one of your bed lights, finally giving the room some light. He observed your body. Your ass was still up, your pussy glistening with his spit and your arousal. It was clenching and unclenching around nothing. He let out a scoff before turning you around. Your face already looked fucked out. Tears painted your cheeks, and drool was all over your mouth. He hovered over you, placing a hand on the headboard. He used his other hand to wipe your face clean. âWe have gotten ourselves a good hour; better make this quick, alright?â You nodded softly and wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him into a soft and tender kiss. He kissed you back and hugged you closely to his body. His hands went under your tee, squeezing your tit. You whined into the kiss. âYou are so sensitive, sweetheartâŠâ he mumbled. You break off the kiss and cup his face. âJungkook⊠want more..â He tilted his head to the side and stared at you. He put on a smirk before standing at the foot of the bed.
He took off his pullover, revealing his tatted arms and toned abs and pecs. The soft bed light that was illuminating the room was able to capture every detail of his body. You stare. Hand in between your legs, squeezed shut. You bit your lip softly before your eyes met his. He gestured for you to come closer, which made you crawl to him. Your face was now right in front of his hard dick. You could see the bulge growing. His hand went behind your head, grasping your hair gently. You looked up at him with your doe eyes, which instantly made him fold, but he kept his composure. He gave you a nod, pushing your head closer to his crotch. Your nose nudged the bulge before your greedy fingers hastily unzipped his pants. Your eyes widened when his cock sprung out and hit his stomach. He was big. Girthy. The tip was red, and you could see his precum peaking from the slit. Without wasting time, you took a stripe from the base of his dick until the tip before you sucked on it. He hissed at the feeling of your plump lips sucking on his sensitive tip. He was starting to get impatient and pushed your head down, filling your mouth even though he was only half way in. You looked at him with teary eyes as you choked around his girth. He almost lost it when you looked up at him with those eyes of yours. His other hand caressed your cheek, pushing himself further down your throat. You could feel him. Your jaws were hurting, and you grabbed onto his hips for stability. Your throat spasmed around his cock. He noticed how you were kinda struggling. âBetter make me feel good, okay? I want that throat to show me what it got.â With that, he started thrusting into your mouth. You started choking and gagging around his length, which just turned him on even more.
He yanked your head off of his cock. A string of pre cum and saliva connected your lips and his cock head. You looked up at him and whined, wanting his dick to stuff your mouth again. He bent down to your level before licking your chin clean, swallowing the mixture before speaking to you. âOn your knees and hands, baby girl." You obliged immediately, taking off your flimsy tee before throwing your ass in the air and arching your back for him. You felt the bed dip behind you, and jungkooks long dick landed on your ass, slowly grinding through the sheer panties.His wet cock making it translucent. You whimpered, already feeling yourself getting hotter. âYou are such a dumbslut.â He lowly chuckled.
âYou think it wasnât obvious?â He removed your skirt and ripped your panties. You gasp at his sudden action. âAll these skimpy skirts and tops.. and just when I'm around? Were you that desperate, princess ?â He said while pushing his cockhead into your sopping hole.
You let out a loud moan; his tip was enough to stretch you out. âNot gonna lie⊠i was very flatteredâ gripping your ass cheeks as he slowly pushed further, letting you adjust to his size. He continued. âI only kept my cool because you were my best friend's daughter, butâholy shit-â he gets cut off as you clench around his length, tears already dripping down your face. Your mind fogging up. You were constantly letting out soft moans and whimpers as he slowly bottomed down into you. âWoah there-â he chuckled. âim not even half way in sweetheartâ he said while grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back. You looked at him with teary eyes. Lips quivering. He smirked before kissing your cheek. He let go of your hair and pushed your head down into the pillow using his hand. The other hand was on your hip as he finally pushed all the way in. âSince you are begging for itâ â you let out a loud scream as he filled you to the brim.
Although it was painful, the pleasure made you forget about the pain. you felt warm spit fall on your pussy as he starts moving. âGonâ fuck you silly, alright? Isnât that what you wanted? Getting dicked down by your father's friend? What a whoreâŠâ You nodded incoherently. A loud cry left your lips as his hips thrust into you harshly. His pace was slow, but the way he thrust in was so... Your body was moving forward with every thrust. Sounds of wet skin slapping echoed through your room. You were not able to focus on anything. His pace increased, and so did the harshness of his thrust. You clenched around him, making him fall forward. He caged your tiny body under his larger one. âFuck babygirl.. you are gonna rip my dick off..â he chuckled. âJungk-kook⊠feels too goodâŠâ you managed to blabber out as he fucked into you like a madman. âYeah? you like that? You liked getting fucked by older men, dont you sweatheart?â You whined as his large hands gripped your hair.
This was wrong. Very wrong. This man has seen you grow up. He has been there since you were a baby.
âLet me hear those pretty soundsâŠâ he said while landing a tight slap on your ass, reddening the area almost immediately. You gasped and whimpered, letting out a loud pornographic moan as Jungkook hit a specific spot. His other hand found your swollen clit and started drawing rough circles on it. Pinching and tugging the abused nub. Your legs trembled, and your moans got louder. âF-fuck! JungkookâŠdonât s-stop! Feels so good!â You babbled. Jungkooks eyes were focused on your pussy. The way you took in his length. Your milky white cream coated his entire length, collecting at the base of his cock.
He stopped thrusting in you for a moment. You whined as you felt him suddenly stop. Jungkook smirked before leaning over and whispering in your ears. âFuck yourself on me, doll.â You cried in defeat. Jungkook placed his hands on his hips, waiting for you to start moving. You gulped before slowly rocking your body forward and backward. You could feel his every inch penetrating the insides of your gummy walls. His large tip hitting your cervix over and over again. âThats all you can do? Wow.. so pathetic..â he scoffed. You shook your head furiously and started going faster. Jungkook let out a satisfied groan as he watched your ass ripple. âPlay with that little clit of yours.â He commanded. You reached down in between your legs, finding the sensitive nub almost immediately. You slowly rubbed your clit, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned out as the stimulation of your pussy and clit was getting overwhelming. You fucked yourself faster on his cock. Mouth in a soft âoâ shape and eyes crossed as his cock hit your gspot every time you moved in and out. Jungkook was in a different world. His eyebrows were furrowed, and sweat dripped down his neck. He was close to cumming just by seeing you fuck yourself on him.
His hands spread your ass cheeks, before a glob of spit landed on your asshole. You shuddered and panicked, stopping for a moment. âJ-jungko-?â âJust focus on fucking yourself; everything is going to be alrightâŠâ he reassured you. You nodded before going back. His long fingers toyed with your rim. You grunt when you feel his fingers prod into your asshole. âShh- shh.. youre safe .. jusâ wanâ try something new..â You gulped and shut your eyes tightly as his fingers ventured further into your asshole. He shoved three of his fingers into you, making you moan out loud. âFuckkkkk- so tightâŠâ he whispered. You melt and crumble when you feel his fingers move inside of you. You buried your head in your pillow, muffling out any unholy noise.
Your pussy and asshole clenched around his fingers and dick, making him groan. âSo damn sensitive⊠has any guy fucked you, this good princess?â You shake your head. âN-no sir âŠâ Jungkook shot up at the name. His fingers increasing in speed. You let out choked-out moans and cries as his fingers curled inside your asshole. âSay that again, will ya?â His other hand found your hips and started stretching your pussy out again. âPlease.. f-fuck me harder⊠sir.â That was all it took to make Jungkook go feral. His cock left your pussy and was immediately shoved inside your sensitive ass. Your eyes shot out, and you couldnât make any noise as you looked back at jungkook with tears rolling down your cheeks. He pinned your wrists behind your back before moving in and out. He struggled, initially. curse him for not stretching you out more, but his cream-coated cock provided enough lube for him to start pounding into you smoothly. âShits so fucking tight- gah-â your lips quivered and legs trembled as Jungkook fucked into you with great strength.
You screamed out, finally getting your voice back after he fully plunged his cock into you. Your cunt was leaking arousal, dripping down your thighs. Jungkook didnt seem to stop. His heavy, cum-filled balls were slapping against your pussy. âJungkoookâŠ- its too- too much!â You cried out. âTake it. You are a big girl. Take it like a big girl. I know you fucking can. Look at your little ass sucking me in. So good. So fucking good.â He pulled your body back and pounded into you. Your face was a mess. You cried and moaned like a bitch in heat every time he filled you to the brim. You felt your orgasm approaching as the feeling of the familiar knot in your stomach began growing. âJung-jungkook- gonâ cumâŠâ you whined. âGo on princess⊠be a good girl and cum all over me..â you nodded weakly, focusing on reaching your high. Jungkook flipped you over, laying you down on your back. His hands pushed your legs up against your chest. You were in ecstasy as the new position had you seeing stars. You observed Jungkook's sweaty body and fucked-out face.
A slap was landed on your glistening, sopping pussy before two fingers were shoved inside them. His thumb stimulating your clit. âNgh- oh fuck- jungkook mâ so closeâŠ!â Your eyebrows were knit together, and sweat dripped down your face. The overstimulation getting too intense. Both his hips and hands increased their pace, determined to help you reach your high. You saw white as Jungkook pressed down on your sensitive bud. Clear liquid gushed out of your pussy and landed on his abdomen. You screamed as he continued fucking you through your orgasm. âYeah.. just like that.. so dirty.. you are such a dirty little girl..â Jungkook's movements got sloppier. Your orgasm turned him on by a mile, and he was close to cumming himself. You twitched under him, still not over your intense orgasm, not noticing that he had slipped out of you and was furiously jerking himself off. His head was thrown back, and soft moans left his mouth. His breath hitched when a load of his milky white cum shot out all over your body. Coating your stomach and your boobs. You moan as you feel his hot cum land on your body, taking the mixture in your shaky fingers and licking it off while staring into his eyes. Jungkook smirked at you with half-lidded eyes.
âMy dirty little girl."
A/N: HEHE THANK YEWWW 4 READINGGG! how was it tho? This would have been a stepcest fic but i changed my mind in the middle đđ im currently writing fics from my inbox! You can send in your rqs <3
đź preview. Mingyu had thought heâd lost you - if even for a moment - and heâs not willing to lose you ever again. He doesnât want you running into the woods anymore when youâre having emotions, he wants you running to him, and he kisses you as if to say âplease, never leave.â He had always thought Seungcheol would be his alpha, but youâd shown up and flipped his world upside down. Mingyu doesnât care about appeasing his friend anymore- all he cares about is appeasing you- pleasuring you, giving you everything you could ever possibly want, everything you could ever need.
tw/cw. a/b/o au & power structures, mentions of a bad pack past, one mention of child death, blood/childbirth, exhibitionism/outside sex, clothed dry humping, fingering, mutual masturbation, hand job, big dick!Mingyu, pussy stretching, unprotected sex, pullout method, groping, overstimulation, praise, dirty talk, needy!Mingyu, hair pulling, orgasm control, small noncon/impreg thoughts, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) alpha. (his) Big guy, puppy.
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 14.4k
đ aus. a/b/o au, werewolf au, alpha!reader, beta!Mingyu, etcâŠ
âïžÂ mlist + an. this fic is in the Blood Moon universe, if I end up writing another fic for this au, it will get a masterlist, but until then read cheol here
Mingyu loves thunder storms. Thereâs something almost therapeutic about the percussion of the sky, the flashes of light and the smell of rain in the air. Itâs been a dry summer, and the water is a much-needed reprieve.Â
The beta wolf sits on his sheltered wrap-around cabin porch, a mug of tea in his hand while he watches the sky. Some of his packmates have called him crazy, but Mingyu doesnât care. They can bundle up inside, but a summer storm is just what he needs to clear his head.
Whats the point of being a wild thing if you donât appreciate the weather? Mingyu knows he shouldnât question alphas, but Soonyoung and Jihoon are particularly prissy about rain. Seungcheol, however, doesnât have a care in the world. Heâs out chopping wood, a white t-shirt sticking tight to his muscles while he swings the ax down on a log.
Mingyu had asked if he needed any help, but Seungcheol had refused. The beta thinks his alpha must be bulking up in preparation for his child on the way, and Mingyu doesnât blame him.
No one would be crazy enough to challenge Seungcheol as head alpha, but in the dark corners of Mingyuâs mind, he supposes thereâs always a chance. And with a new baby, Seungcheol is at least partially exposed. Mingyu admires his alpha for taking extra precautions like this.
Seungcheol stops cutting wood, straightening and looking out toward the trees. Mingyu is on high alert immediately, putting his tea down and standing, sniffing at the wind.Â
The cedar and newly moist dry earth are predominantly the scents that overwhelm him, but thereâs something else too,something underneath the natural pleasantries-
Then Mingyu hears the snapping of twigs, as if something large is coming through the brush a few hundred feet away. Mingyu knows immediately that itâs not a bear, no bears come through their property, theyâd be stupid to try- no, the scent is a much more familiar one; wet wolf. But as far as Mingyu knows, the whole pack is inside their cabins-
Seungcheol squares his shoulders as he stairs out at the trees, and Mingyu bounds down the steps to join his alpha, staying a few feet back. The ax in Seungcheolâs hand glints in the grey light.Â
âCheol?â Mingyu asks, looking for guidance.Â
âShh,â the alpha tuts, grip tightening on the wooden ax handle.Â
Something large stumbles through the tree line. A huge, amber-coloured wolf. Youâre much too big to be a regular canine, and Mingyu knows immediately that the animal in front of them is no animal at all, youâre a person- and his suspicion is confirmed when you shiver, slowly beginning the transformation back into your regular form.
Watching a werewolf shift is always a unique experience, and Mingyuâs breath catches during the three seconds it takes for the wolf to become a girl. You crumble against the grass, naked and breathing heavily.
Mingyu canât help himself, he immediately tugs off his flannel, running toward you to cover your modesty. âOh my god-â he whispers. âAre you okay?!â
You nod weakly, letting out a soft groan, and his heart races when you curl up against his thigh, fingers tugging at the denim of his jeans.
âMingyu, step back from her,â Seungcheol commands, and for the first time in a long time, Mingyu questions his alphaâs judgment.
âBut-â
âJust do it,â the alpha growls, eyes flashing red as he bares his teeth at Mingyu.Â
Mingyu lets out a breath, but he does as heâs told, retreating from you on the ground to go join Seungcheol.
âYouâre not supposed to be here,â Seungcheol says to you. âWhereâs your pack?â
âI donât have a pack,â you respond, fingers grabbing at the grass as you lift your head to look at them.Â
âI find that hard to believe,â Seungcheol muses. âAlpha females are rare, they always have a pack.â
âNot me,â you shake your head and Mingyu is doing his best to get this whole situation straight. You? A female alpha? There arenât many of those- not pure blood ones anyways- usually female alphas become alpha when they mate with a male alpha, but you- âI ran away.â
âYou ran away?â Mingyu asks in shock.
The life of a loner wolf can be deadly, let alone for a female-
âThey tried-â you sit up, wrapping the flannel around your body, âThey tried to marry me off to an alpha twice my age. I refused. And then I ran.â
âIâm sorry to hear that,â Seungcheol says after a brief pause. âBut I still donât see how you ended up here.â
âI heard youâre a pack with three alphas- I thought⊠I thought if anyone would take me in it would be you.â Thereâs a vulnerability in your eyes, and a sincerity in the shaking of your voice.Â
Mingyu can see that youâre desperate, and it feels as if maybe their pack truly is your only hope- the rain beats down harder, and Seungcheol has a staring match with you while you sit in the mud.
âWe wouldnât know what to do with a female alpha,â he says finally.
âYou donât have to do anything,â you insist. âJust give me a place to stay, a home, a family- and I promise I wonât challenge you. Iâll be loyal, Iâll back you up, I promise. I never wanted to be a pack leader- I never wanted the responsibility, please- I have nowhere else to go- everyone else would marry me off to another alpha-â
âSeungcheol?â a pretty female voice calls through the storm, and both wolves snap their heads towards the sound. Seungcheolâs glowing new bride is standing on the deck of her cabin, one hand wrapped protectively around her large baby bump.
âGo back inside!â Seungcheol shouts, and his wife does so without a second thought. Sheâs very submissive in this last trimester, and she trusts Seungcheol to make decisions for her best interest above all things.
âYou have females here,â you say quietly.
âNot female alphas,â Seungcheol states.
âStill- maybe you need a midwife- birthing alphas can be a rough situation-â
Seungcheol adjusts his grip on the ax. âAre you familiar with midwifery?âÂ
âOh yes,â you nod. âI had four younger brothers, I was there during all their births.â
âIf you have four younger brothers, why arenât they with you?â
âI had four younger brothers,â you repeat. Even from a few feet away, Mingyu can see your eyes glistening with emotion, and itâs not the rain. âMy eldest brother- he- well, he didnât want to be challenged.â
âYouâre from the Arcadia Pack,â Seungcheol says suddenly, and things click in Mingyuâs head a moment after the words slip from his alphaâs mouth.
The Arcadia pack is a nomadic pack, very off-grid, known for their archaic practices- Mingyu had even heard a horror story about one alpha eating his own male offspring, although, Mingyu had always thought that was just a spin on the Greek/Roman myths, made to scare betas about the dangers of being an alpha.Â
You nod, looking down at the ground.
A muscle in Seungcheolâs jaw feathers. âYou can stay,â he says gruffly. âMingyu,â the beta steps forward, âwe donât have any extra cabins, and I donât trust anyone other than you to take care of her. You can do this for me, right?â
âOf course,â Mingyu nods, already running through his mind what possible things he could cook to warm you up.Â
Seungcheol begins to head back to his own home, but then he stops, looking back. âIf Wonwoo has a problem with sharing his cabin, tell him to move in with Hansol and Seungkwan until I sort out sleeping arrangements. Shouldnât take more than a couple of days.â
âGot it,â Mingyu nods enthusiastically, watching his alpha depart.
As soon as Seungcheolâs cabin door is closed, Mingyuâs body kicks into high gear. He wants to rush to you, but at the same time, he wants to warm you up, so he opts for running to his deck, grabbing his discarded tea before jogging back to you.
âHere,â he says, kneeling down to hand the mug to you. âItâs hot, drink it, and Iâll help you inside.â
You accept the cup with shaky fingers.
Mingyu gives you a moment to take a sip, then he reaches for you, grabbing your forearm and pulling you to your feet-
The flannel covering your naked body slips off your shoulder, and Mingyu catches a slight glimpse of your breasts before youâre tugging the fabric back around yourself. The beta can feel his skin heating, and he looks away, swallowing thickly. âCome on,â he says again, âI donât want you to catch a cold.â
âSweet beta,â you laugh, leaning on him. âDonât you know us alphas donât get sick so easily?â
Itâs so odd for him to be around a female alpha. Heâs used to taking care of women- his beta little sisters who heâd grown up with, his alphaâs beta wife- he doesnât know to handle you, not really, and he has no clue what to say as he helps you toward the cabin.
The door opens before you even get to the steps, and Mingyuâs cabin mate, Wonwoo, is leaning in the door frame.Â
âI donât think this is a good idea,â he states.
âWell, you heard what Cheol said,â Mingyu insists, helping you up the stairs. âIf you donât like it, you can move in with Hansol and Seungkwan.âÂ
âWhereâs she even going to sleep?â Wonwoo asks, moving to the side so you and Mingyu can pass.
âMy room,â Mingyu states. âShe can have my room.â
âYou? On the couch?â Wonwoo scoffs. âGood luck with that.â
âWhatâs your problem?â you say finally, looking Wonwoo up and down.Â
He meets your gaze. âIn my opinion, we already have two too many alphas in this pack.â
âWell Itâs not up to you,â you insist.
âYouâre right about that, but it doesnât mean I have to be happy about it,â Wonwoo growls darkly, narrowing his eyes.Â
âWonwoo, please-â Mingyu groans, reaching out to grab his friendâs forearm. âCan you go grab her some clothes from my room, I have to start making some food for her, sheâs cold-â
âSheâs fine,â Wonwoo rolls his eyes.
âWonwoo, please,â Mingyu repeats, and the other wolf finally lumbers off. âLook,â he says, turning to you again, âthe bathroom is through that door right there. The water isnât that hot, but it will be enough to warm you up while I get some ramen going-â
âIâm used to cold water,â you cut him off, handing your mug of tea to him. âIâm sure even warm would be better than Iâve had recently.â
Mingyu blinks at you. He doesnât know what to say as you walk away from him, entering the bathroom and closing the door behind you. The sound of water thrums to life a moment later and Mingyu finally shakes himself out of his daze.Â
Wonwoo returns holding a pair of sweats and a hoodie, he places them on the floor outside the bathroom door before joining Mingyu in the kitchen.
âThis isnât a good idea,â Wonwoo says quietly.
âShe needs our help.â
âIt shouldnât be us,â Wonwoo points out. âIt should be Jihoon or Soonyoung.â
âYou sound like youâre trying to marry her off to one of them-â Mingyuâs nose scrunches with distaste. âBesides, if we did that, and they did get together, that would be a double alpha pairing and it would be very dangerous for Seungcheol.â
âSo dangerous, in fact, Seungcheol might kick them out, or we might be forced to put them down. Two birds, one stone.â
Mingyu freezes, heart thumping wildly in his chest. He slowly turns to his best friend. âWonwoo⊠I think you should leave.â
âYou want me to leave?â Wonwoo asks in shock.
âI donât think itâs good for you to be here right now.â Mingyu canât believe heâs saying any of this- Wonwoo is his best friend- but⊠Wonwooâs never acted this way before. Swallowing thickly, Mingyu squares his chest, straightening to his full height while he looks down at his friend. âYeah, I think you should go to Hansol and Seungkwanâs cabin until we get this housing arrangement sorted out.â
âSeriously?â Wonwoo scoffs, but Mingyu doesnât back down, doesnât adjust his stance an inch. He stays steady, and after a few seconds, Wonwoo crumbles. âFine. have it your way. Just donât say I didnât warn you when this whole thing ends badly.â
Wonwoo doesnât even bother packing a bag, he simply grabs his jacket off the couch and heads to the door, slamming it loudly behind him.Â
Mingyu finally lets out a breath, deflating, and then, he goes back to getting water boiled for ramen.
You listen in on the argument in the kitchen. These beta wolves donât seem to be aware of how good a female alphaâs senses can be. Youâre even more sensitive than males, itâs a natural adaptation to help mothers be better suited to take care of their young, and here you are, using it to eavesdrop on two stupid betas.
Well, the big one doesnât seem so stupid. He seems kind of nice actually. But his friend? A dickhead.
You smile when you hear the front door slam, and you listen to the wolf lumber down the stairs, then the crunch of gravel as he walks away.Â
This will be a much easier living arrangement for you. Having one beta male around and in your space is going to be odd, but to have two would have been nearly too much for you. Their scent is everywhere, and when you get out of the shower, you find yourself staring down two towels.Â
You opt for the one that smells like the bigger wolf, and use it to dry off, trying to get used to his scent.Â
Youâd heard one of them set clothes down outside the bathroom door, and you unlock it, opening it a sliver to peer out. You can hear the big wolf whistling in the kitchen while he cooks, and you quickly snatch the clothing into the bathroom, locking the door again.
Your pack has stayed in a few structures before, but many of them were hand built cabins deep in the wilderness. Running water - especially hot running water - is a luxury youâre not used to. When you wipe the steam off the mirror, assessing yourself through the reflective glass, youâre almost shocked to see how good you look.
Youâd washed the dirt off your body- itâs been so long since you looked in a proper mirror, and you realize you even look pretty.Â
You shrug the hoodie and sweatpants on, marveling at how large they are on your much smaller form. They smell like the large wolf, everything does.Â
Standing in the bathroom, you do your best to psych yourself up. Youâre an alpha for goodness sake- you donât need to be afraid. Especially not when the wolf in the other room seems to be a complete softy- you canât believe heâd given you tea and even his flannel- yeah, he seems nice, but youâve not met many nice men in your life.
You exit the bathroom, tiptoeing to the kitchen. The wolf must be very preoccupied with his cooking because he doesnât even look up. Heâs focused on the ginger heâs grating, and the smell of the root mixes with the minced garlic already frying in a pot. Itâs the first scent thatâs not wolfish, and it makes your mouth begin to water as you watch.
âHi,â you say finally.
The six-foot-two man jumps in shock.
He might just be the cutest thing youâve ever seen, he even clutches his chest.
âHi,â he sighs.
âIâm y/n.â
He studies you. âMingyu,â and then, he reaches out a hand.
You look down at his hand, and after a moment, you give it a small shake.Â
âUhâŠâ he licks his lips, âwelcome to the pack I guess.â
âThank you,â you nod, moving closer to look down at the garlic heâs cooking. You find thereâs also green onions, and he adds the ginger while you watch. âAre you the pack chef?â
âSomething like that,â Mingyu laughs. âIâm Seungcheolâs right-hand man. I do anything he needs, including cooking for new pack members it seems.â
âHe didnât tell you to do this,â you note.
âOkay, maybe I wanted to do this. Seungcheol has too much on his plate, he would have reminded me to cook for you if it had crossed his mind.â
You nod. âHis mate is very pregnant. Must be hard for him.âÂ
âDo you really have midwife skills?â Mingyu asks.
You nod again. âI live deep in the forest, itâs important for all the women to be part of the birthing process, including alphas.â
âLuckily we have a hospital half an hour away.â
âYou canât always make it to a hospital,â you point out. âAlpha deliveries can be sudden, and dangerous. If I was making suggestions to your alpha, Iâd tell him to ask any and all female pack relatives to come and stay for a little while. If he has a mother, or sisters, or aunts, or cousins-â
âYou really think thatâs necessary?â Mingyu blinks at you, stirring the pot of golden aromatics while adding boiling water.
âI do,â you admit. âIâve heard youâre an all male pack, except for the alphaâs mate, and Iâd hoped there would be a few more women around-â
âA few of us have had girlfriends in the past, but nothing that stuck. It can be hard for them to deal with a pack that has three alphas,â Mingyu tells you, frowning.
âFour,â you correct. âIt might be easier now that Iâm here. Iâve always had good relationships with female pack members. I wouldnât have been able to escape my last pack without them.â
âIf you could help us find some female wolves to join, Iâm sure all the guys here would be really grateful.â
âIncluding that buddy of yours?â you almost laugh. âWhat is it he said? He wants me to get with another alpha so you can take me out and kill two birds with one stone?â
âHe didnât-â Mingyu stammers.
âTell me, of your two other alphas, which one do you have more issues with?â you ask, looking Mingyu up and down.
The large wolf sighs. âSoonyoung has been causing trouble lately.â
âYeah? Howâs that?âÂ
âHe was sort of hitting on Seungcheolâs mate for a while- looking at her a lot and stuff-â Mingyu adds the ramen to the pot, and you note how uncomfortable this is making him. He must not like confrontation.
Who would have thought, an alphaâs right-hand muscle man who doesnât like fights.
âAre they going to have problems with me being here?â you ask, cocking your head to the side.
âI mean- if anything, uhâŠâ Mingyu swallows thickly, and you watch his adamâs apple bob with effort, âthey might hit on you.â
âBut as you said to that other guy earlier, if I donât want to be a danger to Seungcheol, it would be wise for me to stay away from them.â You look down at the boiling ramen. âThat was a smart observation from you.â
âThanks?â He rubs the back of his neck.Â
âAfter dinner, Iâll need to sleep,â you tell him. âI ran all day to get here. But I canât rest in your friendâs room.â
âYou can have my room,â Mingyu is quick to assure you. âItâs cleaner than his anyways.â
âThank you.â
âDonât mention it.â The wolf opens a cabinet, pulling out a bowl. He spoons it full of ramen and hands it to you.
âArenât you eating?â you ask.
âNo,â he shakes his head, âthis is for you. Something tells me youâll want to eat all of it, and I had dinner an hour ago.â
Heâs right. Ten minutes later youâve eaten all the ramen.Â
Your body is warm, for the first time in what feels like ages. When you head into Mingyuâs bedroom, and slowly lay down on his soft bed, the mattress makes you groan. Youâve been sleeping on hides on the forest floor for months now-Â
Before you know it, youâre drifting off to sleep.
You wake up to sunlight streaming through the window, and for the first time in a long time, you simply allow yourself to bask in it. You curl up against Mingyuâs pillow, breathing in his scent. The big beta obviously wears cologne, something spicy, but you can smell cedar and notes of pine too. Heâs a woodsy guy, and itâs familiar to you.
Sitting up, you stretch your arms above your head, groaning softly at the feeling in your muscles. This is what freedom is, and you canât believe youâve finally found it.
Making your way to Mingyuâs closet, you find a red and black flannel, and you slip it on, enjoying the softness of it. Then, you grab a pair of boxers.Â
When youâd left your pack, you hadnât been able to take anything, and in wolf form, not even clothes made the journey here with you. All you have right now is mens underwear, and theyâre large around your hips, but theyâll do better than walking around with nothing.
The wood floorboards creek as you tiptoe to the door, opening it to peer into the room beyond.Â
You can hear Mingyuâs soft snores coming from his friendâs room. When you make your way to the front door, it squeaks on its hinges, and the soft sleeping sounds come to halt. Then, there are footfalls, and Mingyu peers out of his friendâs room, blinking at you as he rubs his eyes with one hand.
âYouâre awake,â he says.
âEarly riser,â you nod, taking in his bare chest and the pair of sweatpants that are hanging dangerously low on his hips. âI was going to go look around.â
âOkay,â Mingyu sighs, stretching his arms above his head and letting out a groan. âGive me a second and Iâll come with you.â
âYou can go back to sleep,â you suggest.
âNah, you shouldnât be walking around alone.â
âIâm not in any danger.â You know how to deal with male alphas if you come across either of the two that are bound to be lurking around outside.
âIâm not worried about you,â Mingyu says, disappearing into his friendâs room. âWorried about the other guys.â
You crack a smile. âYeah? And whyâs that?â
âBecause flannels look good on you,â Mingyu returns, torso covered in a black vneck, âand I doubt many of the pack know thereâs a new alpha yet. Not sure how theyâll react.â
You suppose he has a point, and you stay quiet as he approaches you, slipping his feet into a pair of shoes by the door. Then he looks down. âGive me a sec, Iâm pretty sure Cheolâs mate has a similar size foot to you, Iâll grab you some flip flops.â
âI can go barefoot,â you insist.
âYou are a wild thing, arenât you?â Mingyu chuckles, running a hand through his messy hair. âJust wait here, please.âÂ
He shifts past you, exiting the cabin. Instead of staying inside, you follow, stopping on the deck while he jogs to the small house a hundred feet away. You watch him as he kneels, shifting through some shoes before finding a pair, and then he walks back to you, squinting in the morning sun.Â
âHere,â he says, holding them out, âgive these a try.âÂ
You slip the flip-flops on, nodding. âThey work.â
âGood,â Mingyu yawns. âCome on, Iâll show you around.â
You follow him down the steps, enjoying his lumbering walk. Heâs so big- and his strides are longer than yours, but heâs moving slowly, which makes it easy for you to keep up.Â
âSo this is our pack compound,â he explains, still sounding a bit groggy. âSeungcheol and his mate live in that cabin, and then youâve met me and Wonwoo-â so his bitchy friend does have a name. âThere are seven cabins in total and Iâll walk you through them, we can see whoâs awake.â
âYour pack doesnât wake up at dawn?âÂ
âNah, weâve got a lot of guys who sleep in,â Mingyu says, and from the way heâs still yawning, you can tell heâs not used to being up this early.Â
Youâve always liked mornings. Your pack is the type to be up and bustling about, but you think you could get used to the quiet of this place. Birds are singing in the trees, and the dew on the grass from last nightâs rain is tickling past your feet as you walk through the area.
âThis cabin belongs to Hansol and Seungkwan,â Mingyu explains, pointing at the next lodging you walk past. âTheyâre good guys, Hansol especially. When we joined all three packs, Hansol and Wonwoo were with me and Cheol.â
âSo youâre very close then,â you nod, taking in the cabin with its dark windows. Itâs clear the inhabitants are still asleep.
âYeah, Hansolâs a friend,â Mingyu nods. âHeâll like you.â
âYou think so?â
âHansol gets along with everyone,â Mingyu says factually.Â
The next cabin is a short distance away, but unlike the last one, this one has signs of life. Thereâs even a man sitting on the front steps, and he stands as you approach.Â
Heâs small in stature, but with the downwind sending his scent your way, you can tell immediately that he must be one of the other two alphas. He certainly holds himself like a man in charge, and you meet his gaze straight on.Â
âJihoon,â Mingyu greets, coming to a stop a few feet in front of the stairs leading to the alpha.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Jihoon asks, scanning your form.
âWe got a new member of the pack yesterday,â Mingyu explains. âThis is y/n.â
The man scrunches his nose, eyes narrowing. âSheâs an alpha.â
âFrom the Arcadia pack,â Mingyu nods, and a flash of recognition flutters over Jihoonâs features.
âSeungcheol is okay with this?â Jihoon asks.
âI wouldnât be showing her around if he wasnât,â Mingyu says, and thereâs a firmness in his voice. âSheâs going to help with midwife stuff.â
âOh,â Jihoonâs head cocks to the side slightly. âThatâs good to hear.â
âIs Seokmin awake?â Mingyu questions, and you both look past the alpha to see if his roommate is up.
âHeâs never awake this early,â Jihoon scoffs.
âWell,â Mingyu turns to you, âguess youâll meet him later.â
âAre you giving her a full tour?â Jihoon asks, eyes still lingering on your form.
âUh huh,â Mingyu runs a hand through his hair, yawning loudly.Â
âWhy isnât Seungcheol doing it?â
Mingyu lets out a small laugh. âWe both know Seungcheol has bigger things on his plate.â
âBigger than introducing a new alpha female to the pack?â Jihoon cracks a smile. âI find that hard to believe.â
âYou donât have to believe it,â Mingyu sighs.Â
Itâs interesting how heâs interacting with the alpha in front of him. Youâd wondered what the dynamic might be like- but it appears that Mingyu truly only has loyalty to Seungcheol. As the head alpha, this is the way it should be.
Jihoon doesnât say anything else, and Mingyuâs gentle touch on the small of your back prompts you to continue your tour.
âHeâs cranky in the morning,â Mingyu tells you under his breath.
âAnd he can probably hear you,â you note, looking over your shoulder at the scowling alpha.
âMy bad,â Mingyu says, but from the smile on his face, you know he doesnât really care.Â
The cabins are all spaced nicely, giving earshot privacy but still mostly visible to each other as you continue down the dirt path that connects them.Â
The next cabin has not one, but two wolves sitting on its front porch, and they both stand like Jihoon had, looking at you curiously.
âWhat did you bring for us today, Gyu?â one of them asks while the other practically eye fucks you over his bowl of cereal.
âThis is y/n, sheâs joining the pack,â Mingyu explains.Â
âReally?â The prettier of the two bounds down the stairs, grinning. âSince when?â
âLast night.â
âIâm Jeonghan,â the wolf holds out a hand to you. âItâs lovely to finally meet an alpha female, especially one as gorgeous as you.â
The man still standing on the stairs lets out a loud scoff, and then heâs setting down his cereal to approach. âDonât pay attention to him,â he says, âJeonghanâs a flirt.â
âAs if youâre any better, Joshua,â Jeonghan rolls his eyes.
âI am better,â Joshua grins, holding out his own hand to you. âIn every way.â
You donât enjoy the way he looks you up and down again, eyes taking their time to assess your outfit. Youâre very aware of the fact youâre not wearing a bra, and when Joshua releases your hand, youâre quick to cross your arms over your chest.
âWhereâs she staying?â Jeonghan asks, addressing Mingyu.
âWith me for now, but Cheolâs gonna work out a sleeping arrangement.â Mingyuâs hand finds the small of your back, his touch as light as a feather. âWe should keep going with the tour.â
âNeed company?â Joshua questions.
âWeâre good,â you say firmly.Â
With a nod goodbye, Mingyu and you head off again.Â
âAre they all like this?â you ask.
âWhat do you mean?â
You let out a small laugh. âHorrible with women?âÂ
âItâs a pack trait,â Mingyu jokes.
âYouâre not so bad,â you tell him, and when you sneak a glance at the beta, you notice his skin is flushed.
âIâm telling you youâre not bad with women, and Iâm an alpha, which means you have to listen to me.â
âYes, maâam,â Mingyu chuckles.
âNot maâam,â you correct him. âYes, alpha.âÂ
âYes, alpha,â he says, not missing a beat.Â
âThat wasnât so hard, was it, big guy?â
He lets out a small âshitâ under his breath, and you realize you enjoy toying with him.Â
âSo anyways,â he clears his throat, âthis next cabin is Minghao and Jun, but theyâre asleep-â
âOver half the compound is asleep,â you note. âWhoâs protecting your boundaries?â
âNo one?â Mingyu looks around. âIâm not sure what youâre used to from your last pack, but closer to the city, boundaries rarely get encroached on.â
âOh, so I pulled a big no-no by just showing up, huh?â
âIt was unusual, thatâs for sure,â Mingyu smiles.Â
âMy bad.â
The beta at your side only grins as you walk past another dark cabin. You donât mind not talking, as it gives you a chance to listen to the sounds of the compound. More birds are singing now, and trees rustle with small wildlife. You watch two squirrels chasing each other, and the familiar sight makes you smile.
Yeah, despite the gang of clueless men, you could definitely get used to this place.
âSo this last cabin belongs to Soonyoung and Dino-â Mingyu begins to say, and as the words leave his mouth, the lodgingâs front door is thrown open.
A white-haired alpha struts out, his gaze fixed on you.Â
You stop in your tracks assessing his form for signs of aggression-
While he holds his head high, and walks like an alpha, the man in front of you is at least attempting open body language. He smiles, flashing his canines. âI knew I smelt something sweet,â he says loudly, thudding down the front steps and approaching.
So this must be the Soonyoung that Mingyu had mentioned. The alpha causing trouble.
He definitely looks like a bit of a flirt, and his eyes scan you up and down as the other wolves had. âLet me guess,â Soonyoung says, âArcadia pack.â
âHow did you-â
âSweetheart, there arenât many alpha females around these parts. Itâs not rocket science.â Soonyoung comes to a stop in front of you. âThe real question is, why are you here?â
âShe left her old pack,â Mingyu answers for you. âSheâs with us now.â
âWhat are you doing awake this early?â Mingyu asks, and you see him stiffening beside you.
âI told you, I smelt something sweet.â The alpha is yet to take his eyes off of you, and you meet his gaze straight on, like a challenge.Â
âAnd I smell dog, but Iâm guessing thatâs you,â you say calmly.
Soonyoung lets out a bark of a laugh. âDamn, baby, youâve got a mouth on you.â
âEnough of the babys and sweethearts,â you tell him. âMy name is y/n.â
âCute name,â Soonyoung says, but the compliment does nothing for you.
âMingyu, I think my tour is done,â you sigh, looking to the beta at your side.Â
âWhat? But you just started.â Soonyoung whines, and the tone of his voice grinds your nerves.Â
âIâve seen enough,â you say smoothly.Â
âPrincess, you havenât seen anything yet,â Soonyoung assures you.Â
A growl bubbles up in your throat, and you turn your icy gaze back to the alpha. âNothing impressive, thatâs for sure. And I doubt you have anything to show me that could change my mind.â
Soonyoung only smiles wider. âI like your fire.â
âGood for you.â You reach out, grabbing Mingyuâs forearm. âWeâre leaving.â
âAw, donât be like that,â the alpha clicks his tongue. âYouâre part of the pack now, itâs time to make friends.â
âSomething tells me youâre not looking for any more friends,â you say coldly. âIf youâre really that bored, go bug your housemate.â
âDinoâs not anywhere near as pretty as you, and he doesnât talk back, so itâs not as fun.â
âIâm not here to entertain you.â Youâre getting tired of this alpha already.
âShame,â Soonyoung tilts his head to the side. âSomething tells me youâll be very entertaining.â
âShe said weâre leaving,â Mingyu states, and itâs as stern as youâve heard him be with anyone, let alone an alpha.Â
âWell,â Soonyoung sighs, âI guess Iâll be seeing you around.â
You feel the need to give him a snarky response, but you donât want to give him the satisfaction, so instead, you turn on your heel, heading back the way you came with Mingyu scrambling to follow.
You can feel Soonyoungâs eyes on you, and it sets your teeth on edge. If thereâs one thing you hate in this world, itâs presumptuous alphas.
âSorry about him,â Mingyu apologizes quietly.
âItâs not your fault,â you assure Mingyu, knowing that he has no say over Soonyoungâs behaviour.
âI want to make it up to you,â the beta insists.
âYeah?â you laugh. âAnd how are you going to do that?â
âYou need clothes,â Mingyu says. âLet me take you to the city, and we can get you something to wear.â
âYou know what?â you take a deep breath. âI think that might be the best idea youâve had all day.â
Mingyu tries his best not to stare at you. He keeps his gaze fixed on the road the entire drive to town, even as you stick your head out the window and let out a soft sigh as you enjoy the air moving over your skin. He fights the need to ask you questions about yourself, about the life you had in the Arcadia pack, but thereâs so much he wants to know.
He tries to be nonchalant as you head into an underwear store, but he can feel his ears burning as he lumbers through the thongs and bras. âI should really wait outside,â he says meekly, but you ignore him, grabbing his hand to tug him along as you pick out panties.
âI need your opinion,â you tell him, holding up two thongs, âSilk or lace?â
Mingyu lets out a deep sigh, eyes shifting to the simple seamless set. Theyâre more practical for the life the pack lives, and less devastating if they get tort to shreds during an impromptu wolf transformation.
âReally?â you ask, reading his gaze. You hold the red thong up, assessing it. âYou really are a simple kind of guy, arenât you?â
âAre you calling me stupid?â
âNo,â you grin. âI just donât know what I expected from a guy who wears flannel and jeans.â
âYou should get what you want,â Mingyu says softly. âYouâre the alpha, Iâm just a beta. How should I know what you want?â
âMaybe Iâll have to try them all on,â you suggest.Â
He feels his throat constrict, and he swallows thickly, giving a quick nod. âYeah, okay.â
You fill a whole basket with undergarments, and Mingyu feels his heart thundering louder in his chest as you make your way to the change room.
âOh,â the worker there says when you approach, looking Mingyu up and down, âMen arenât allowed in the changeroom.â
âHow am I supposed to know what he likes if he canât come in?â you counter.
âIâm sorry maâam-â the poor worker looks as uncomfortable as Mingyu feels.
âItâs okay,â he assures you. âIâll just wait out here. In fact, I have an errand to run. You can try all this stuff on and Iâll be back in ten or fifteen.â
He hates the way you frown at the suggestion, but you give in with a sigh.Â
Mingyu watches you disappear into the changeroom, and the moment youâre gone, he all but bolts from the store.Â
Once outside, he takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. He has to keep his hormones in check- but thereâs a need growing in the pit of his stomach, and heâs not sure he can ignore it, especially not if you give him a whole modeling show of underwear-
God, heâs in big trouble.
âYou were gone for twenty minutes,â you say when Mingyu shows up at the lingerie store.
âYeah, well, it took longer than I thought it would,â the beta sighs, not meeting your eyes.
âWhat were you even doing?â you press.
âHad to get you a phone,â Mingyu explains, pulling the device out of his pocket. âBut it wasnât just the phone, the sales guy had to talk to me about data plans, and coverage and I-â He shakes his head. âHere, just take it.âÂ
You look down at the cell, then back up to him. âWhy do I need a phone?â
âSo you can call people?â he suggests.Â
You cock your head to the side. When youâd lived in the wilderness, there was never a need for a phone, let alone the service to make one useful. âWho am I going to call?âÂ
âFine, Iâll take it,â you concede, grabbing the phone and holding it to your chest. âBut only because youâll have my number. Iâm not giving it to the others.â
âCheol will need it,â Mingyu points out.
âFine, he can have it too,â you sigh.Â
âDid you find some stuff to buy?â the beta asks, looking down at the basket slung over your arm.
âYup,â you hold up a few pairs of panties. Youâd mostly chosen the simple ones, but there are a few racier designs too. âShould we go to the checkout?â
âYeah,â Mingyu nods, following you to the till.Â
When the worker checks all your items through, the cost is pretty high, and you blink in shock at how expensive things like this can be. Mingyu pulls out a card, and pays without a second thought.
He even takes the bag of items, holding it tightly in a hand as you head out of the store.
âTell Cheol thank you for buying all of this,â you say, immediately assuming Mingyuâs using a pack credit card. Your last living arrangement had had a similar setup, and itâs all you know.
âYou did?â you blink. âThe head alpha doesnât control all the money?â
âNo,â Mingyu shakes his head. âWe all have jobs and our own banking situations.â
âYou have jobs?âÂ
âWell, Cheol comes from money, so heâs connected to a family business, but most of us do labour, construction, that sort of thing,â Mingyu explains.
âDo I have to get a job?â you ask.
âSometime down the line,â Mingyu responds. âBut for now, I think you should just get used to not being in the forest all the time. You donât have to pay rent or anything to live on the compound, but if you want to go into town or buy clothes, youâll probably have to get a job to finance that.â
âAre you sure you canât just buy things for me?â you tease, poking at Mingyuâs side.
You enjoy the way he swallows, and looks to actually be considering your request. âFor now I can,â he says finally.
âIâll find a job,â you assure him. âIâve got no references or past experience, but I have things I can do.â
âYeah? Like what?â
âWell, Iâm pretty good at building things,â you tell him. âMy old pack moved around a lot, but when we found places we liked, we could build pretty good cabins out of what was available. Theyâre not like the cabins you have, but⊠theyâre something.â
âFor some reason, I canât picture you building yourself a cabin.â
âWell,â you consider it for a moment, âlet me talk to Cheol, and maybe youâll get to see me in action yourself.â
Mingyu lets out a laugh. âNow thatâs something Iâd definitely like to watch.â
Itâs the evening of your second day with the pack when Seungcheol arrives at your cabin door. âCan I talk to you for a sec?â he asks.
âOf course.â You set down the bowl of soup Mingyu had cooked for you, grabbing one of Mingyuâs flannels to put on as you follow the alpha outside.Â
He takes you into the field, and the two of you turn to look back at the cabins. âSo, I talked to my mom earlier,â Seungcheol says. âShe agrees with you about having a few more females come through the compound to help with the birth.â
âThatâs good news,â you nod.
âSheâs been trying to talk me into it for a while, but, when you showed up and said the same thing- I guess it convinced me,â Seungcheol sighs. âAnyways, a handful of my relatives will be arriving tomorrow. We donât have cabins for them, so theyâll be bringing RVâs, parking in this field and staying until my mate has our baby. Should be any day now, sheâs been having pains recently.â
âIâm sorry to hear about your wife,â you nod sympathetically. Youâd watched your own mother go through rough final trimesters, and you canât imagine what itâs like for a woman without other females around.Â
Seungcheol seems like a put together guy, but men with ego can sometimes forget that women can provide things for each other that they canât.Â
âAnyways,â Seungcheol looks at you, âthere will be an extra bed or two in some of the RVâs. itâs not a long term solution, but I was thinking you might prefer that over staying with Mingyu.â
âMingyuâs not so bad.â
âWonwoo wants his bed back,â Seungcheol smiles.Â
âOh, right,â you nod, gaze shifting to the grass at your feet. âYeah, I can stay in an RV.â
âI was thinking of asking my mom if we could borrow one, or maybe even buy one. The compound needs more cabins, but those take time, and an RV feels like an easy option in the meantime⊠Mingyu mentioned you have some experience building structures?â
âI do,â you confirm.Â
âHow would you feel about being part of the build process?â Seungcheol asks.
âIâd love that,â you say honestly.Â
âUsually builds are a pack project,â he explains. âA few of the guys can get a cabin up in month or two- youâd be working with them. Think you can take orders?â
âDepends whoâs ordering.â
âMingyu and Jeonghan usually take care of project plans and direction.âÂ
âThat sounds doable.âÂ
âGood, then itâs settled.â Seungcheol nods to himself. âThe cabin designs we use are for two bedrooms, so you wouldnât have one to yourself. Weâve been thinking of pack expansion for a while, and with you here, it might be easier to get a female beta to join.â
âIâm really surprised your mate is the only female here,â you admit. âWith thirteen male wolves, I would have thought at least a few would have partners.â
âWhat can I say?â Seungcheol shrugs. âOur pack is a boys club.â
âThatâs an understatement.âÂ
âI heard Soonyoung was giving you trouble.â
You laugh. âMingyu tells you everything, doesnât he?âÂ
âHeâs loyal,â Seungcheol nods. âHe said you put Soonyoung in his place.â
âI tried, but something tells me Soonyoung didnât get the message,â you sigh. The alpha has tried to talk to you repeatedly in the short time youâve been here, and itâs led to you putting yourself practically under cabin house arrest in a bid to avoid him.Â
âYou still mean what you said about backing me up right? I shouldnât be worried about you making an alliance with Jihoon or Soonyoung?â
âIâm with you, a hundred percent,â you tell him firmly.Â
âThatâs good to hear,â Seungcheol admits. âItâs nice to have you in my corner.â
âItâs nice to be in a good alphaâs corner. From what Iâve seen of you, you seem like the kind of guy to follow.â
The alpha rubs the back of his neck, letting out a small laugh. âI appreciate that. Maybe you can convince a few of my cousins to join in when they come, theyâve been pretty adamant about not wanting to have anything to do with me.â
âWell, theyâre coming to help your wife give birth, so thatâs a step in the right direction,â you point out.Â
âI wish I could be as optimistic as you,â Seungcheol sighs. âAnyways, thanks for the chat. Iâm glad you found your way to us.â
It feels nice to have some estrogen amongst all the testosterone in the compound. When the women arrive in their RVâs itâs the first time you feel like you can join the pack for lunch. Picnic tables are pulled up into the field, and fold up chairs are placed around a fire where Seungcheolâs mother roasts meat.Â
She wasnât a born alpha, but sheâs an alpha now, and thereâs a calm peace that comes with having a matriarch around.
With her, are two of Seungcheolâs aunts, and four cousins. When these seven women combine with you and Seungcheolâs mate, that means there are now nine women puttering about. Youâre still outnumbered with men by four, but it feels much closer to even.Â
One of Seungcheolâs cousins is very focused on his wife, and she goes into his cabin and doesnât come out. Two of the others seem to be getting to know Joshua and Jeonghan, which feels like an interesting choice to you. The last cousin, however, is clear that her intentions are set on Mingyu. She follows him around like a lost puppy, and the sight makes you sick to your stomach while you gnaw on your food.
âLook at those two,â Soonyoung says, falling into the chair next to yours. âTheyâre cute, donât you think?âÂ
âSure, cute.â Your voice is near a growl.
âSheâs been into him for years, you know.â The alpha taps his fingers on the armrest of his chair. âWanted to move here and everything.â
âThen why didnât she?â You canât believe youâre humouring him by entertaining this conversation, but you itch to know the gossip he has. Although, youâre not entirely sure you can trust a word coming out of his mouth.
âShe was younger then, but now sheâs grown.âÂ
Sheâs definitely grown, and her low neckline shirt shows just how well sheâs grown.Â
âSeungcheol would love for her to join the pack,â Soonyoung continues.
âThen maybe she should,â you spit, standing. Youâre tired of this, tired of watching little miss Choi Seona hang onto Mingyuâs every word, standing as close to him as possible.
âWhere are you going?â the alpha asks.
âFor a run,â you say, already tearing off your hoodie.
âOooh, need company?âÂ
âNo,â you respond firmly. âDonât you dare follow me.â
If he does, heâll get a full view of you stripping naked in the field behind your cabin before you take off, and if Soonyoung sees you nude, you might just have to kill him.
Luckily, no one follows you, and youâre able to slip out of your clothes unnoticed, your skin tearing as you transform into a wolf and bolt into the trees.
You only arrive back at the compound after the sun has set, and instead of heading to the RV, you push through Mingyuâs cabin door.Â
Wonwoo is sitting on the couch, and he blinks at you. âWhat are you doing here?â
âNeed to use your shower,â you grumble, hardly looking at Mingyu who is standing in the kitchen stirring a pot of ramen.
âThe RV has a shower,â Wonwoo says, and you know heâs not really trying to be helpful.Â
âIâm using your shower,â you say, firmly this time, and when you reach the bathroom, you slam the door behind you, locking it.
Itâs bad enough that you have to stay in an RV with three of Seungcheolâs cousins, sharing a shower with them might be too much. You hope that by the time you get there, the girls are going to sleep, and you can skip any talks about the day. You have nothing to say to Seona.
The hot shower gives you peace. Your mind has been reeling all day, and itâs nice to finally just relax, letting the water wash over you. For some stupid reason, you hadnât considered the idea that one of the women coming to the compound would like Mingyu, and you realize now that it had been a major oversight on your part.
Of course at least one of the girls likes Mingyu- whatâs not to like?Â
Heâs big and handsome and kind and caring-Â
To make matters worse, the two of them have a history, or so Soonyoung says.Â
You wonder if Mingyu has feelings for Seona. You wonder how deep the feelings are.
Pushing the thought from your mind, you finish your shower, taking your time to dry off and slip on your clothes. Youâd chosen the panties Mingyu liked in the hopes that one day he might see them- but now, you think that day might not ever come⊠not of Seona has anything to say about it.
When you exit the bathroom, Mingyu is standing there waiting for you, and Wonwoo is nowhere to be seen.
âHey, you okay?â he asks, looking at you with concern.
âOf course,â you say curtly. âWhy wouldnât I be?â
âItâs just⊠you disappeared at lunch, and you just got back- itâs been hours-â
âAw, did you miss me, big guy?â you tease, forcing a smile. âThatâs cute.â
âI was worried about our deer population,â Mingyu says, and when the side of his mouth quirks up slightly, you realize heâs joking.
âI didnât kill anything,â you admit. âJust needed to stretch my legs.â
âDo they feel good now?â He looks down at your thighs, bare in the shorts youâre wearing.
âUh huh,â you nod. âIâm ready to pass out.â
âFirst night in the RV,â Mingyu muses. âExcited for girl time?â
âNo.âÂ
He laughs. âI didnât think you would be.â
âDo I not seem like a girls girl kind of girl?âÂ
âNot really,â he cocks his head. âThe good news is they wonât be staying long. Seungcheolâs mom said his mate is really close to giving birth. Itâs lucky they arrived when they did. Lucky you convinced Cheol to let them come.â
âI guess weâre all just lucky this week,â you sigh.Â
âYeahâŠâ he looks at you awkwardly, âwe are. Or at least⊠Iâve been feeling lucky lately.â
âMust be nice having a handful of available females around,â you snap, âgives you your pick of the litter.â
âThatâs not-â Mingyuâs voice catches. âThatâs not what I mean.â
âSure it wasnât. Look, Iâm tired, I should go.â
âYou can take the couch if you want- or my bed, I could have the couch-â
âWonwoo would hate me more than he already does if I did that,â you sigh. âBut thanks for the offer.âÂ
Mingyu sends you a small smile, and watches you go. As you exit the cabin, he calls out âGoodnight,â and you canât bring yourself to say it back.
You stomp toward the RV. As you approach, you hear giggles, and you stop, listening by the window.Â
âI donât know guys,â Seonaâs voice makes you scowl, âI just think Mingyu is really sweet.â
âHe was with you all day,â one of her cousins agrees. âAnd wasnât he your first kiss?â
âShhh! Weâre not supposed to talk about that!â Seona whispers, but you can tell the answer is affirmative.
So there is something between Seona and Mingyu.Â
Soonyoung hadnât been lying.Â
âI bet he likes you too,â the third cousin muses.Â
âHe acts like he does,â the other agrees.
Youâve heard enough.Â
You canât stay in the RV with them. Turning, you head back into the woods.
Mingyu wakes up with excitement coursing through his veins, and it takes a moment for him to remember youâre not in the other room. The morning sun is shining through his window as he pulls on his clothes- itâs funny how only a few days with you has reset his internal clock.
He exits his cabin quietly, not wanting to wake Wonwoo, who has been particularly grumpy since you arrived. Mingyu canât imagine why though- itâs not like his friend has given you a chance, and he thinks Wonwoo will like you once he puts some effort into getting to know you, the way he has.Â
With his hands in his pockets, Mingyu heads to the RV, and heâs pleased to find the door open. He can hear a feminine hustle and bustle, and the smell of coffee makes him smile. âKnock, knock,â he calls softly, peaking his head into the living space.
âMingyu!â Seona exclaims, rushing over. âHow did you sleep?â
âI slept alright,â he nods, scanning the interior in search of you.
âCan I grab you some coffee? I just made a fresh batch, and I make the best in the whole pack.â
âUh⊠no thanks,â Mingyu offers her a small smile. âIs y/n around?â
âNope,â Seona shakes her head. âShe never came in last night. We all assumed she was sleeping in one of the cabins.âÂ
âOne of the cabins?â Mingyuâs confused already. âWell she wasnât with meâŠâ
âWhy would she be with you, silly? Youâre not an alpha.âÂ
The smile on Seonaâs face tells Mingyu she hadnât meant it as an insult, but her words still sting. âWell sheâs not with Jihoon or Soonyoung, I can tell you that much,â he states.
His words make Seonaâs expression fall, and Mingyu also hadnât meant to be rude, but he canât help himself. The idea of you spending the night with any of his packmates rubs him the wrong way, and he needs to be certain that the girls visiting donât think youâre here to find an alpha mate.
âLike I said,â Seona sighs, âshe never came in last night.â
âOkay, well, I better go look for her,â Mingyu nods, turning to go.
âBut-â Seona starts, however Mingyuâs already walking away, sniffing at the air in the hopes he can catch your scent.
Thereâd been no rain last night, and no heavy winds, so as he walks into the field, itâs not difficult to catch your smell clinging to the grass. Mingyu guesses he shouldnât be surprised to find your trail leading into the forest, but at the same time, it makes his stomach twist into knots.
When youâd left at lunch yesterday, thereâd been a very real fear in the back of his mind that he wouldnât see you again, and that fear has returned.
His pace quickens as he reaches the tree line. Itâs harder to track you with the forest smells, but Mingyu does his best, stopping at a few points to take deep breaths. You have a note of citrus in your scent, and Mingyuâs come to enjoy the taste of it on his tongue.
But then, the smell stops, and Mingyu finds himself at the foot of a tree. For the life of him, he canât figure out which way youâve gone, and he cusses loudly, kicking the pine.
âWhat the fuck?âÂ
Your groggy voice causes Mingyuâs head to snap up, and he peers through the branches- locking eyes with you.
âAlpha?â he calls.
âMingyu?â
He watches you rub your eyes, sitting up on the branch you must have been laying on. âWhat are you doing up there?â he asks, relief flooding his system.
âTrying to get a decent sleep until someone kicked my bed- why are you out here attacking trees?â you retort.Â
âI thought Iâd lost your scent-â he tries to explain, which causes you to laugh.
âYou were looking for me?â you ask, beginning to climb down.
âWell.. yeah. You werenât in the RV.â
âCouldnât spend a night with those girls,â you respond, jumping the last meter and landing on your feet in front of him. âThey gossip too much.â
âReally?â Mingyu cocks his head as he looks at you. âGossiping about what?â
âFirst kisses, boys, that sort of thing.â You wonât meet his gaze, and Mingyu realizes immediately what youâre talking about.
âOh,â he says softly.
âYeah, oh.â You tug your flannel tighter around your body and Mingyu wants to take you in his arms-
âWait⊠alpha, are you jealous?â
âNo,â you snap.Â
âIt looks like youâre jealous,â Mingyu points out.
âIf you wanna get with Seona then you should get with Seona, why would I care?â
âI donât want to get with Seona.â
You finally look at him. âYou donât?â
He shakes his head. âIt was one kiss, we were both young. It happened years ago.â
âThe girls said you were being attentive to her yesterday.â
âAs attentive as I can be to Seungcheolâs cousin,â Mingyu explains. âItâs not like Iâm going to be rude to her, or any of them.â
âSometimes I forget youâre just a nice guy,â you sigh, running a hand through your hair and taking a deep breath. Your next words are quiet, âI guess when you were being nice to me, I thought maybe it was more than that.â
He swallows, reaching out to grab your hand. âIt was more than that,â Mingyu assures you.Â
âReally?â You look up at him and heâs never seen you so vulnerable, so beautiful-
âI donât just go around buying girls underwear,â he says, which causes you both to laugh. âIn case you were wondering.â
âSo youâre sayingâŠâ you step closer to him, and Mingyuâs body tingles at the proximity. âYou like me?â
âThatâs probably an understatement,â Mingyu admits.
âGood⊠I understatedly like you too.â You're still holding his hand, and you give it a small squeeze.
âBut-â he blinks at you. âIâm not an alpha or anything-â
âI know youâre not, Gyu,â you laugh. âI think thatâs part of why I like you so much. You donât try to tell me what to do. You donât try to control me. You just⊠exist with me. Iâm not used to that.â
âI-â Mingyuâs brain is blank. âI donât know what to say.â
âMaybe you donât have to say anything,â you suggest, leaning closer. Your gaze dips to his lips, and Mingyuâs tongue darts out to wet them-
Youâre about to kiss him, he knows it, and his whole body feels on fire as you close the distance between your chests.Â
You let go of his hand, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. âDo you want to kiss me, Gyu?â
The word âyesâ doesnât even cut it, so instead, he simply presses his lips to your own. Itâs not a sweet kiss. Itâs not soft, or tentative- itâs hungry, and Mingyuâs hands grab at your hips, tugging you closer.Â
Your tongue glides over his own and Mingyu groans loudly, fingers digging into your flannel. Heâs not sure whatâs come over him, but he simply canât help himself. He leans down, grabbing at your ass and lifting you off the ground.
Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips, a mewl escaping you as Mingyu presses you back against the tree, pinning you there while he continues to kiss you like heâs never kissed anyone in his whole life.
You feel perfect in his arms, and he could get drunk from your lips. Mingyu can already feel his cock straining against his jeans, a need surging through him like never before.
Mingyu had thought heâd lost you - if even for a moment - and heâs not willing to lose you ever again. He doesnât want you running into the woods anymore when youâre having emotions, he wants you running to him, and he kisses you as if to say âplease, never leave.â
He had always thought Seungcheol would be his alpha, but youâd shown up and flipped his world upside down. Mingyu doesnât care about appeasing his friend anymore- all he cares about is appeasing you- pleasuring you, giving you everything you could ever possibly want, everything you could ever need.Â
Nothing in Mingyuâs life has ever felt this right before, and he gets lost in the feeling of you as you claw at his shoulders, kissing him harder and taking his breath away.
You canât believe this is happening. Canât believe Mingyu has you pressed to a tree, his mouth hot against your own-Â
After so many conflicting emotions in the past twenty four hours, this turn of events has you reeling- or maybe thatâs just Mingyu. No one has ever kissed you like this before- like youâre the very air they need to breathe.Â
Heâs intoxicating, and you need more.Â
âGyu,â you gasp against his lips.
He hums, moving his mouth to your throat, peppering your skin in wet kisses that have you groaning.
âPut me down,â you say, voice shaky.
He doesnât question you, setting you onto the forest floor-
And then youâre pushing at his chest. âGet on the ground,â you command him.
His pupils are blown with lust and he takes a haggard breath, then he does what youâve asked of him. He stumbles back, landing in the grassy dirt.Â
Youâre on him not a moment later, straddling his hips and cupping his face, grinding down against his lap while your need for him grows between your legs. Youâve soaked through your panties, but you canât bring yourself to care-
He feels like heaven below you, seated upright, hands grabbing at your waist and the small of your back, holding you firm to him while you swivel your hips.Â
Your kisses move to his throat, teeth grazing by his jugular, and the beta below you shivers. âAlpha-âÂ
God, it feels so good to have him addressing you properly, to be giving himself to you like this-
âI wanna fuck you,â you tell him. âI wanna fuck you so bad-â
âPlease,â he practically whimpers, and the sound has you moaning loudly.Â
You apply pressure to his shoulders again, and he falls flat to the ground, looking up at you while trying to catch his breath.Â
He doesnât say anything, but he doesnât need to say anything.Â
Itâs just you and him, nothing else matters-
A scream cuts through the trees, and your head whips in the direction of the sound. âDid you hear that?â you ask, freezing, your hips coming to a stop while you sit on top of the beta.
âI didnât hear anything,â Mingyu groans, fingers digging into your skin, urging you to pick up your motions again.
The noise rings again, clearer this time, and you realize immediately what it is. âShit!â you gasp, jumping to your feet. âThe baby is coming!âÂ
âNow?!â Mingyu sits up abruptly.
âNow,â you confirm. âI have to go.â You lean down to kiss him one last time. âWeâll continue this later,â you promise, and then youâre running through the woods back to the compound.Â
Your heart is racing in your chest. Youâve never run this hard before, and your muscles scream at you, but you push on, knowing that you need to get to Cheolâs mate. You need to be there for the birth- it will solidify you as part of the pack, and Hell, lives could be at risk.
You push out of the tree line, eyes zoning in on Seungcheolâs cabin. Women are running around, and a few of the men too. Seungcheol looks wild as you approach, darting up the stairs two at a time-
His hand stops you before you can go through the door. âYou smell like Mingyu,â he says.
âAre we really doing this now?!â you ask, breathless. âI need to go help your wife!â
He lets go of your arm, and you enter the cabin, knowing that the next few hours are going to be crucial for not only you, but the entire pack.
Four hours after arriving to the delivery cabin, you exit it, looking around at the male pack outside. Youâd thought it best to leave Seungcheolâs wife with his own family, and after the difficult labour, you need an estrogen break. You also need to let everyone know how things went, especially Cheol, who hadnât been allowed inside due to the small space already being full of female wolves intent on keeping things as calm as possible.
One look at Seungcheol tells you heâs the furthest thing from calm- and you offer him a small smile. âCongratulations, you have a son,â you tell him softly.
âIs everything okay?â he asks, taking in your blood soaked flannel.
âThe baby had the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, but luckily for you, two of my brothers were born that way too. We sorted it out. Your mate, and your son, are both looking perfectly healthy.â
There are tears in Seungcheolâs eyes, and he moves to go past you, to enter the cabin, but then he stops, grabbing your arm. âWeâll have to talk about you and Mingyu later,â he warns, voice low.
âI expected nothing less,â you nod.
The alpha releases your arm, entering the cabin and shutting the door behind him.
Mingyuâs the next person in front of you, taking in your clothes. âI-â he reaches out and wipes some blood off your face. âI donât-â
âYou donât have to say anything,â you assure him. You can tell by the way his gaze dips to your lips that he wants to kiss you, but youâre much too dirty for that, covered in all sorts of fluids you have no wish to spread across Mingyuâs pretty features.
âYou need a shower,â he tells you. âAnd new clothes.â
âNot a shower,â you state. âI need a nature cleanse after all of this.â
âI know a river nearby,â Mingyu nods.
âLetâs go,â you say softly, ignoring the rest of the pack as you follow Mingyu down the stairs.
An unexpected hand reaches out and pats you on the shoulder, and you turn to see Jihoon nodding at you. âGood job.â
Another hand reaches out, then two more- theyâre all avoiding the blood on the front of your shirt, going for back rubs, and youâre shocked to find that the touch isnât unwelcome.
It feels like acceptance. Like youâre truly part of the pack now.
Even Soonyoung offers you a small smile as you walk past, and your skin feels alive with emotion as you head with Mingyu to the tree line.
The beta doesnât say anything as he leads you through the forest, and you prefer it that way. Youâve just had to listen to a woman scream and cry and give birth for hours- the silence makes way for the noises of the forest, and they wash over you, relaxing your tense muscles.
Five minutes of quiet bliss go by, and then Mingyu tells you youâre close to the river. You can hear it over the sound of wind brushing through the trees, and the smell of running water hits your nose.
Your pace quickens, and soon, you reach a small alcove. The river has cut a chunk out of the hillside, and the water is still in comparison to the rush beyond. It looks clean, clear, and welcoming.Â
Without a second thought, you strip your shirt and bra off, tossing them onto the rocks. Your pants come next, and soon, youâre completely naked, stepping into the cool alcove.
When you look over your shoulder, you find Mingyu gawking at you, still completely dressed.
âArenât you going to join me?â you ask, ignoring the icy water as you wade to your hips.Â
The beta tears his flannel off, and you turn away, reaching down to cup the water and wash it over your skin. The liquid tints a soft red colour as you brush away the blood, working your hands over yourself until youâre clean.Â
You can hear the lapping of water as Mingyu approaches you, and then his large, warm body is wrapping around your back, pulling you tight to his chest.
âYouâre amazing,â he breathes, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
âYouâre not so bad yourself,â you retort, turning in his embrace and encircling your arms around the back of his neck. Your breasts press against his bare chest, and he looks down at you with eyes full of wonder.
His hand comes up to cup your cheek, and then heâs kissing you softly.Â
You melt against him, letting out a groan-Â
Youâd been in midwife mode, but the feelings of what had taken place just before hearing the initial scream come back quickly. The need you have for Mingyu returns with full force and you deepen the kiss, gliding your tongue against his bottom lip.Â
He stifles a moan, reaching down to grab your hips, pulling you flush to his body. You can feel his hard length trapped between you, and your pussy flutters at the realization that his cock is as big as the rest of him.
Before you can reach for him, Mingyuâs hand is slipping between you, his fingers seeking out your clit, and you moan loudly in his mouth. âI wanna-â he swallows, breaking the kiss to look down at you. âI wanna say youâre wet, but weâre in a river.âÂ
âIâm wet,â you confirm, digging your nails into his broad shoulders. âYou feel so good-â
His lips move down to your neck, and he finds your sweet spot much too fast. You gasp loudly, tangling your fingers in his hair while you grind down against his hand, his digits rubbing harder on your clit.
âNo, you feel so good,â he grumbles, breath hot on your throat, making you twitch.
His touch rubs lower, teasing your opening, and you whimper in his embrace. Your eyes close and you lean toward him, resting your forehead on his shoulder while he presses a digit into your core.Â
âShit, alpha,â Mingyu gasps. âYouâre so tight-â
âGuess⊠guess you better work me open if Iâm going to take you properly,â you tell him, tugging gently on his hair.
âYes, alpha,â Mingyu pants, moving his finger in and out of your pussy, âI can do that.â
When you open your eyes and look down, youâre enthralled by his pretty cock, bobbing just below the water. You let go of his hair in favour of wrapping your hand around his length and Mingyu groans loudly by your ear.Â
âYouâre so big,â you whisper, marveling at how your fingers canât even touch as you slowly move up and down his shaft. âMy big, sweet, beta.â
Mingyu moans again, pressing fevered kisses against your throat and your under jaw. He likes praise, and luckily for you both, you like praising him.Â
âSuch a good beta for me,â you continue, gasping when he fucks his digit into your harder, palming your clit. âStretching me so good- add another finger Gyu, I need it.â
You groan when he follows through, your pussy fluttering to accommodate the second intrusion.Â
The cold water is lapping at your sides, his forearm flexing with effort while he finger fucks you closer and closer to the edge. Your own hand is still wrapped around him, and you tease your thumb over the slit, making him gasp loudly.
âYou like that, big guy?â You smile, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.Â
âYes, alpha,â he nods, sucking on your earlobe.Â
âBut youâre not going to cum until youâre inside me, right?â you question.
âNo, I can-â he lets out a strangled sound when you pump him harder, âI can wait.â
âGood puppy.âÂ
He whimpers at the pet name, licking your throat while his fingers continue inside of you.Â
You swivel your hips, grinding down against his palm, driving his digits deeper into your pussy while moans slip past your lips.
âGyu,â you whisper, âIâm gonna cum.â
âPlease, cum, alpha. Please cum for me,â he begs, sounding as needy as youâve ever heard him.
Your pussy flutters at his words, and he continues to edge you on, moaning âpleaseâ softly in your ear until youâre on the cusp of pleasure.Â
âGyu,â you groan, closing your eyes as your body tenses-
âCome on, alpha,â he encourages you. âCum on my fingers.âÂ
Your brain short circuits as your pussy clamps down on him, waves of ecstasy rolling through you, making you shudder in his embrace.Â
âYou sound so good,â he praises you, sucking on your throat while his fingers continue inside of you, helping you through your orgasm until youâre gasping and clawing at his shoulder, tightening your grip on his cock. âFuck, alpha-â he groans.Â
âNeed you inside of me,â you tell him, letting go of his length to steady your hands on his shoulders.Â
He pulls his fingers out of your core, grabbing your ass to lift you up. Your legs wrap around his hips and one of his hands lines his cock with your pussy. His eyes look into yours, as if heâs asking permission, and you nod, bracing yourself for the stretch that comes a moment later.
âFuck-â you groan, burying your face against his throat as he begins to fill you up.
Two digits were big, but his cock is bigger, and your inner walls work to accommodate him as he pushes in inch by inch.
Youâre trembling by the time heâs fully inside of you, your hips pressed together. His lips press kisses to your hair, and his fingers dig against your hips.Â
âYou feel like Heaven,â he breathes.
âBut you better fuck me like Hell,â you retort, swallowing thickly as you get used to his size.Â
âYou got it, alpha,â Mingyu nods.
Something tells you even if you werenât in the river alcove, Mingyu could fuck you like a beast carrying you in this position, but the water makes it even easier for him to maneuver your body. It almost feels effortless, if it werenât for his large biceps bulging as he begins to rut into you.
God, heâs so fucking pretty-
His cock hits all your spots, filling you just right.Â
If youâd been lost in his kisses, youâre practically brain dead from his cock. Youâre clinging to his shoulders, eyes closed in bliss as he pleasures you, rutting into you faster and harder, making the water lap loudly at your sides.
Mingyuâs groaning in your ear, and the sound makes your pussy flutter around him, which only makes him louder. âAlpha-â he cries desperately, grip digging into your ass.
âThatâs it, puppy,â you coo, threading your fingers through his hair. âYouâre doing so good for me-â
Heâs panting now, and you realize he must be close. You suppose thatâs what happens when he gets to finger fuck you to an orgasm but you make him wait after stroking him off.
You hadnât thought about what do to with his cum when youâd entered the water, and now, youâre realizing youâre going to have to make him pull out.
After just helping Seungcheolâs mate give birth, youâve discovered you donât want kids anytime soon, and Mingyu cumming inside of you could pose a bit of a problem to your future plans.
Youâre going to hate to do this to him- even though you know he wonât protest.
In the dark corners of your mind, part of you plays with the idea of him refusing to pull out. Of him going full alpha and negating your wishes, of him filling you to the brim with his cum and forcing you to feel all of him.Â
But you donât want an alpha. You want him. And it feels like freedom to be fucking a beta who is going to listen to your every word.
âGyu,â you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair.
He grunts.
âYou canât cum inside of me,â you tell him.
âFuck, right- yeah,â he nods, swallowing thickly. âI can pull out.â
âBut youâll make me cum first, right?â you question.
God, it might just kill him to fuck you while you cum and hold off his own orgasm, only to pull out of you and jack off into the stupid river-
âYes alpha, Iâll make you cum,â he promises, fucking you harder. âPlease, Iâm close- I need you to cum-â
âIâm close too,â you assure him, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of his massive cock stretching out your pussy. You can feel a vein running along the underside of his length, thatâs how big he is, and it makes your toes curl. âShit, puppy-â
âPlease,â he whimpers, and you realize heâs nearly overstimulated.Â
Having Mingyu completely undone while he fucks you is the cherry on top of your pleasure, and you let out a choked gasp, holding onto him tightly while your second orgasm slams into you.
Your pussy clamps down on his cock and Mingyu lets out a loud moan, fingers digging into your hips roughly. Heâs panting hard, cussing all sorts of swear words into your ear while he fucks you through your high, taking care of you until youâre done.
The moment you push at his shoulders, he pulls out of you, letting you onto your feet while he wraps a hand around his cock-
âNo, let me,â you insist, pushing his fingers out of the way so you can grab his aching length with both fists.Â
You press your lips to his neck, kissing him and licking at his sensitive skin while you jack him off, and a second later heâs letting out a deep moan in the back of his throat. Itâs something near a growl, and itâs one of the sexiest sounds youâve ever heard.
âThatâs it, puppy,â you praise. âCum for me. Cum for me, big guy, just like that-â
âAlpha,â he whimpers, body jerking as your touch overstimulates him, and when heâs done, he pushes your hands away from his throbbing cock, struggling to catch his breath.Â
He leans down, resting his forehead against yours while you both stand there panting.Â
âFuck,â Mingyu groans, wrapping both arms around you and pulling you tight to his chest. His heart is racing wildly, and you smile against his skin, pressing soft kisses there. âThat was so good,â he tells you. âYouâre so good-â
âYou did all the work,â you whisper, holding him tighter.
âNo, I just did what alpha asked me too,â he argues.Â
You decide to let him win this one, and you melt against his warm chest, snuggling closer.Â
Youâre not sure how long you stand like that, but when Mingyu finally lets you go, he cups your jaw, bringing your lips to his.
âI love you,â he murmurs, and it makes your body tense. âFuck, I shouldnât have said it-â
âNo,â you assure him, pressing your hand on his chest. âI love you too.â
âYou do?â Mingyu blinks down at you.
You nod. âIn fact⊠I would have marked you, made you mine, but⊠I have to talk to Seungcheol first.â
âRight,â Mingyu swallows, âSeungcheol.âÂ
âYou remember your other alpha, right, big guy?â you laugh.
âYeah.â The beta runs a hand through his hair, gaze shifting to the rocky shore. âWe should probably head back.â
âThat might be a good idea,â you concede. âSeungcheol probably needs you right now.â
Mingyu nods, grabbing your hand and leading you back to the waterâs edge.Â
He lets you out first, and you have the suspicion heâs staring at your ass.
âTake my flannel,â Mingyu tells you. âYour clothes are ruined.â
âDonât mind if I do,â you grin, reaching down for the long shirt that acts like a dress as you wrap it around your naked form.Â
Mingyu tugs on his jeans, and you fish your panties out of your clothes, slipping them on.Â
âYou know, I got these so you could see me in them,â you admit, showing him your ass, âBut you hardly got to enjoy them before we got in the water.â
âI have time to enjoy them,â he assures you, pulling you in for a kiss.
He smiles against your lips, and you laugh, looking up at him. âWhat?â
âIâm just thinking⊠thinking about the day you arrived here. How I gave you my shirt then, and now here we are, with you in another flannel.â
âYou were my knight in shining armour,â you tell him, heart swelling at the memory.
âI canât explain it,â Mingyu says, âbut part of me knew even then- I knew that you were going to change everything. Iâm so happy you came to us.â
You beam up at your new mate. âMe too.â
Youâre not surprised to find Seungcheol waiting for you when you arrive back at the cabins. Heâs on his porch, holding a tiny bundle of blankets, and he stands when you and Mingyu exit the forest.
âIâm going to go talk to him,â you tell Mingyu.
âDo you want me to come with you?â he asks.
âI think this is something heâll want to discuss alone, you know, alpha business.â You gently elbow Mingyuâs side and he flashes you a smile.
âWhatever you say,â he agrees, breaking off from you to head toward his own cabin while you approach the alpha watching you.Â
âHi,â you greet Seungcheol, stopping at the steps.Â
âHi,â he responds, gaze following Mingyu.Â
âThatâs a cute baby youâve got there,â you offer, hoping to break some of the tension youâre feeling.
âHe wouldnât be here without you,â Seungcheol nods. âMy mother said you pulled your weight today, and I wanted to thank you.â
âNo need,â you assure him. âI was happy to help⊠is your mate asleep?â
âYeah, she needs rest.â Seungcheol starts down the stairs. âCome walk with me.â
The two of you head out into the field, and you wait for Seungcheol to start the conversation you know youâre about to have.
The alpha stops in the middle of the open space, looking back at the cabins. âIs it real?â he asks finally.
âHmm?â
âYou and Mingyu,â Seungcheol clarifies, gently rocking the baby in his arms. âIs it real.â
âYeah,â you nod, licking at the grass and everting your eyes. âI felt something the moment I saw him.â
âHeâs a good guy,â Seungcheol sighs. âAn even better beta, and the best right-hand man I could have ever asked for.â
âYouâre lucky to have him,â you agree. âAnd he knows how lucky he is to have you as an alpha.â
âAnd thatâs how itâs always going to be,â Seungcheol breathes. âIâm his alpha. I canât have him torn between us if disagreements ever arise. I could manage if someone else was loyal to you, but not him.â
âHeâs still loyal to you,â you insist. âAs I said when we met, Iâm not looking to be a leader. He can be your right-hand man, and I can be your⊠left-hand woman.â You both chuckle at the notion. âNo one will challenge you with me and Mingyu at your side.â
âI guess thereâs truth in that,â Seungcheol admits.Â
âI admire you,â you continue. âNot only did you not choose an omega as a mate, you chose a human, and you made her into a beta. I donât know many alphas that can say that. I think⊠I think if you get to choose your mate, I should be able to as well.â
âIs that an alpha suggestion, or your personal opinion?â
âJust an opinion,â you say softly.Â
There are a few beats of silence, and you listen to the wind rustling through the trees. Itâs shocking how much has changed in just a few days. New life in the pack, both the baby and you. New love too.
âI donât know you that well yet,â Seungcheol says, choosing his words carefully. âBut if Mingyu trusts you, then I guess I do too.â
âReally?â you look at the alpha, eyes widening.
Seungcheol doesnât meet your gaze, he continues looking out at the cabins, but he gives a curt nod. âIf you both like each other as much as you obviously do, who am I to come between that?â
âWell, youâre the alpha, so the decision is really up to you-â
âNo,â Seungcheol shakes his head. âThis isnât the sort of thing I want to be a deciding authority on. And⊠if itâs any consolation, the two of you have my blessing.â
Your breath catches, and your throat feels dry. âThank you,â you say, voice cracking. âI uh⊠Thank you.â
âNo need,â Seungcheol smiles, repeating the words youâd said to him only a minute ago. âJustâŠâ he turns to face you, âdonât break his heart, yeah?â
âAlpha,â you laugh, âI wouldnât dream of it.â
âGood,â Seungcheol nods. âWelcome to the pack.â
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đź preview. âYouâre so pretty,â your mate groans, one of his large hands sneaking up to cup your breast. His thumb brushes over your nipple and you whimper at the feeling. Mingyu sits up suddenly, adjusting a palm to the floor so he can keep himself up while his lips seek out your breasts. He starts by sucking a mark into your skin, letting out a deep sound of pleasure while pressing his face between your boobs. You place your hands on his shoulders, using him as leverage to fuck him harder. The sound of your thrusts fills the small room, and you can hear how wet you are with each bounce. You bet Jeonghan and Joshua can hear it too.
cw/ tw. Protected sex, vouyerism (sex while others listen), slight exhibitionism (sex in an unfinished cabin), size kink, boob worship, mentions of claim marks, big dick Mingyu, praise, dirty talk, mutual orgasm, blow job, deep throating, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) alpha. (his) big guy, puppy.
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Itâs not that working on building cabins out in the forest had been easy, but nothing compares to the difficulties of trying to focus on a build while Mingyu walks around shirtless, skin glistening in the sun with sweat. His scent perfumes the locations heâs working on, and itâs been three straight weeks of you trying desperately to ignore the wet of your panties sticking to your core.
The structure is definitely coming together though, and each day brings you closer to having a place you can call your own. Fucking Mingyu in the RV has been⊠interesting to say the least. Heâs just so big- he doesnât fit in the tiny bunk bed, so heâs taken to fucking you against the walls, the whole wheeled home rocking-
In fact, a few of your new packmates have come up with the saying, âWhen the RVâs aâ rockinâ donât come a knockin'. Youâre much too used to fogged up windows and biting into a pillow to stop screams from escaping the badly insulated vehicle, and the idea that soon youâll have a cabin to fuck him in is making you all the more eager to get the project complete.
âWhen do you think weâll get this done?â you ask, looking over Jeonghanâs shoulder at the project plans as you finish up for the day.
âTwo weeks?â he suggests. âWeâve been making good time on this. Our window guys is set to come in a few days and then after that we just have to set up plumbing and electrical, then furnishings-â Jeonghan lets out a deep breath, considering all the moving parts. âYeah, I could see you and Mingyu moving in here pretty soon.â
âMingyuâs not moving in with me,â you insist.
Jeonghan flashes you a knowing smile. âSure he isnât.â The wolf rolls up the cabin plans, looking around the space. âYou know, even though the windows arenât in yet, Iâm pretty sure if you and Mingyu wanted to christen the place, itâs far enough from everyone else that you could get away with it without Seungcheol knowing and getting mad.â
âThatâs not a bad idea, actually,â you smirk.
âThatâs me, Iâm just full of good ideas,â Jeonghan returns your grin. âBut at the same time⊠if you wanted us to hear you two, if you wanted to be loud, I donât think any of us would mind.â
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summary: you have never been spoiled, but that changes after you meet the man your mother is going to marry.
warnings: infidelity, age gap (reader is in her 20s and Mingyu is in his 30s), daddy kink, pussy drunk!mingyu, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, praising
read part two and three and four
a/n: this is nsfw and therefore minors should not interact!!
When your mother introduced you to the man who she was going to marry, you were completely taken aback.
Kim Mingyu was the hottest man you had ever seen, and you couldnât understand how your mom got with someone looked like a literal model and who was at least twenty years younger than her. Itâs not like she was unattractive, but her overbearing and rude personality had scared away all of her previous boyfriends.
Instead of questioning it, you decided to go along with her latest whim. Maybe this guy would finally mellow her out.
That didnât happen. When you came back home for winter break, your mom was still her insufferable self. Luckily for you, Mingyu came over often and made being around her somewhat tolerable. He was such a sweet man that even his kindness was infectious.
Maybe thatâs why you ended up in this situation, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care when his fingers were shoved inside you.
âIs daddy making you feel good, baby?â Mingyuâs hot breath tickles the shell of your ear.
Heâs sat behind you, chest pressed against your exposed back while while your thighs are hooked over his, keeping you spread as his thick fingers sink into your tight walls. Youâre focused on the mirror in front of you, head swimming with pleasure. Mingyu had long fingers that were capable of reaching spots yours couldnât which is why you came to him in the first place.
He expertly twists his wrist and pushes more juices out of your leaking cunt. You can feel the way Mingyuâs cock is throbbing against your lower back, and you unconscious squeeze his fingers tighter at the thought of having it inside you. âFeels so good, daddy.â
Mingyu loves how youâre trembling against him almost as much as he loves the soft mewls escaping you as you gently grind into his fingers. He leans down to kiss along your neck, licking and biting at the exposed skin. You gasp when he pulls his fingers out of you and smears your juices along your puffy clit before he starts to roll the bud in circles.
âSo good for me.â Mingyu coos against you.
Maybe heâs spoiling you too much, always at your beck and call, ready to drop everything heâs doing when you say you want him. He canât help it. Youâre the prettiest little thing heâs ever seen, and he would do anything for you. Mingyu spreads your thighs wider and sinks his fingers into your tight pussy again. The sight of you sucking his fingers in is so hot that he almost feels drunk. And maybe he isâpussy drunk, that is.
He uses his free hand to grab one of your tits and gently kneads it. Mingyu smirks when you throw your head back and let out a wanton moan. Youâre always so responsive for him. He loves when you moan shamelessly for him, fucking yourself on his fingers as he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
You let out a whine when Mingyu yanks his fingers out of you. The bratty sound is quickly stifled when his digits are pushed past your lips roughly. You suck on his fingers like a lollipop, moaning at the taste of yourself.
Suddenly, Mingyu decides to lift you off his lap and place you near the top of the bed. In a quick motion, he spreads your legs and shoves his face into your aching cunt. His tongue swipes across your dripping pussy, nose bumping against your clit. The loud moans you're letting out fuels his need to get you to the edge.
âDaddy!â You cry out as he lift one of your legs over his shoulder and pushes the other as far back as it will go.
âFuck, baby.â Mingyu moans against you. âYouâre so sweet. The sweetest thing Iâve ever tasted.â
His half-lidded eyes glance at your fucked out expression. Mingyu smirks before returning his attention to eating you out. His tongue is relentless against your quivering cunt, and his quick movements have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
You let out a loud cry as he pushes you to the edge, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Mingyu is quick to lap up every last drop of your slick, unwilling to let any of your juices escape him.
He sits up suddenly, and your attention is quickly drawn to the large organ between his legs. His cock is big, the biggest you've ever seen. Thatâs not what draws your attention though. Right under his cock sit two heavy balls full of cum. You clench around nothing at the thought of him stuffing you full of his seed.
You moan softly when he starts to rub the large tip between your folds, teasing you. âYou donât know how long Iâve waited to fuck your sweet little cunt.â
Itâs only been a week since he last did it, but he can never get enough.
He pushes his cock past your tight entrance, groaning as he feels your cunt grip him. Before you, it has been years since heâd felt a pussy so tight. He has to force himself deeper into your core due to the resistance. Your back arches as his cock reaches a spot not even your many toys could reach.
Instead of letting you adjust, Mingyu starts thrusting deep into you. The sound of his big balls slapping against your ass reverberate throughout the room. You let out a particularly loud moan when he angles his hips to hit a spot that makes you grip his dick tighter.
âFuck! Love your cock, daddy!â
He focuses on slamming his cock into that spot that was making you cry out for him, desperate to have you come undone on his dick. Your fingers scratch down his back as you push your hips up to meet his thrusts, wanting to feel every inch of Mingyuâs cock.
Mingyu thinks itâs cute how your mouth is formed in a perfect O shape with each hard thrust of his hips against yours. His lips hover over your ear. âStill want more?â He teased as his rough hands palmed at your tits, fingers pinching your perked nipples.
With a loud moan, youâre quick to nod, whimpering out a pathetic yes. You feel your orgasm approach when his thick cock twitches against your walls.
âThat's my girl.â His deep voice rumbles against you. Large hands leisurely wandering up and down your hot body, rolling your pebbled nipples between his warm fingers.
Mingyu presses a few chaste kisses on your neck, moving one hand down to rub gentle circles against your puffy clit. A stuttered gasp turns into a lewd moan that then turn into nonsensical babbling. He moves his hips faster, watching your tits bounce to the squelching sound coming from your cunt.
âDaddy, Iâm gonnaââ
He presses his lips against yours, urgently and sweetly, showing his love and devotion as you gush around his aching cock. âMmm sweetheart,â he murmurs adoringly. âThatâs it. Cream all over my cock.â
Your spasming walls try to force him out, but he doesnât relent. He wonât leave your pussy until heâs filled it with his cum. Mingyu presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. âSuch a messy girl for daddy. My messy baby girl.â
All his.
âDaddy.â Your head lolled to the side with a small whine as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.
You vaguely register his murmurs about how tight you are, but the thing you focus on is his deceivingly sweet grin. A second later, the look is replaced by one of pure bliss. With a string of curses stumbling through his lips and his eyes rolling back, his orgasm crashed into him in a rush. Instead of slowing down, he continues to fuck his cum into you at a steady pace.
âNow give me another one, yeah?â His thick cock hits right against the spongy spot inside you, unrelenting in his vigour to watch you come under him again.
And all you could do was arch up into his touch because youâre addicted. Addicted to the way he feels inside you, fucking his cum inside you, not giving a fuck about overstimulating both himself and you.
His pelvis grinds against your puffy clit, and you let out a loud moan, tightening like a vice around his cock and he gasps out a praise. âGood girl.â
Mingyu can tell youâre too sensitive right now from the glassy look in your eyes, yet that knowledge doesnât stop him from holding down your squirming hips with his hands as he continues to ram his huge cock inside your tiny little cunt.
Your loud cries only turns him on more and makes him fuck you harder. âCanât get enough of your sweet pussy, baby.â His words are broken by deep groans that have you clenching around him all over again.
âDaddy, donât stop!â You threw your head back and shove your tits in his face, loving the pleasure and pain from being overstimulated.
Mingyu groans as his mouth latches onto one of your nipples. Heâll never get enough of the feeling of your tight cunt suffocating his dick.
It feels like heâs splitting you in half each time he thrusts inside you, knocking all breath out of your lungs. The way his mouth sucks on your sensitive nipple brings you closer to your second orgasm, and you know it wonât be long until you gush all over him again.
This time you both cum together, and he goes still for a moment before he pulls out and kisses his way down your body. You lazily watch him, deliriously hoping he would do what you thought he was about to do. The moan you let out when he starts lapping up his own cum that was spilling out of you was pornographic. It makes him get hard again, and he smirks because he knows that youâll let him have his way with you again.
And you do, because you canât get enough of him.
Mingyu doesn't know when to stop. He never does. His lust-addled mind tells him to keep pushing back into your tight little cunt, no matter how many times you both have already cum.
âGonna fill you up so that you can feel me for days.â He growled, animalistic and carnal.
Mingyuâs hips snap into yours at an inhuman pace, hitting the same spongy spot over and over again.
âDeeper!â You moaned as you clawed at his back, head swimming with pleasure.
The feel of your juices dripping on to the sheets paired with the sound of skin slapping together push you closer to the edge. Mingyu is fucking you so hard that his dick hits hits deeper and deeper with each stroke. Heâs already filled you up to the brim with how many times he came inside you, but still he won't stop.
He canât. Not when your pussy is clenching so tightly around his twitching cock as you came for the umpteenth time. âFuck, baby. You feel so good like this.â
Mingyu keeps ramming his sensitive cock inside you because he can't bring himself to stop. Heâs addicted to you, to the snug way your cunt swallows his cock whole.
The loud sound of the door slamming shut startles you both, but not enough to get you to stop. You both know itâs your mom, and it sounds like sheâs on the phone, being her usual bitchy self. A small smirk takes over your face when Mingyu keeps thrusting deep into you, taking the time to roll his hips into your core.
âDaddy, weâre gonna get caught.â
He groans in your ear when he hears the words come out of your mouth. It has his cock throbbing deep in your core like heâs on the verge of release.
âFuck. I donât want to stop, baby. Your tight little cunt feels too good. Maybe I should just let her catch us.â Itâs your turn to whimper as he speaks lewdly into your ear.
âYouâre such a pervert, daddy. I canât believe you want her to catch us.â
His thrusts pick back up, and your eyes roll back when his large hand squeezes one of your breasts roughly. It doesnât take long for the coil in your tummy to snap yet again, leaving another milky layer of cum around the base of his cock. The mixture of cum and arousal strings between your two bodies, amplifying the messy sound of sex. Itâs a miracle your nosy mom hast come into your room to see whatâs going on.
You lick the outer shell of his ear before whispering: âIâd tell her that my daddy is so fucking hot that I couldnât help myself.â
Mingyu swears lowly before he lifts his head. Heâs on the verge of coming, just needing a little bit more. He captures your lips in a heated kiss as he continues his deep, rough strokes. With your walls clamping down so tightly around his thick cock, the next sensation you feel is him releasing inside you, his hot, thick cum filling up your spasming pussy.
âI love how you milk me dry every damn time.â Mingyu rasped, voice just a breathy whisper now.
When Mingyu pulls out to watch his cum leak out of your tight little slit and ruin the sheets, you almost whine because even though you two had come so many times, you wanted to keep going.
Luckily, even Mingyu didnât seem to care that your mom was in the other room because a second later he was plunging back into your tight heat. He slaps his hand over your whimpering mouth, keeping you quiet the best he could. But the way he bucks his hips into you had his cock hitting deep into your cunt and has your throat bobbing and scratching with wanton mewls.
A rough wave of pleasure shook at your core, and Mingyu's raw dick ravenously rutting inside you has your soft walls fluttering and coating him messily with your slick. He shudders at the feeling of your pussy squeezing and milking his cock.
âI want her to catch us.â He groans in your ear, as he savagely slams into your aching cunt. âSo she knows that Iâm never gonna let this pretty cunt go.â
âItâs all yours, daddy.â
Those are the words that push him over the edge. You felt his cock twitch and spurt deep into your cunt, his warm and sticky cum filling you up for the umpteenth time that day. Mingyu growls lowly as he slowly slips out, relishing in the sticky feel of your cunt trying to swallow him back in. He gives in and shoves his cock back inside you.
You share a tender kiss, still in the same position. His cock has gone soft in you, acting as a plug to keep his cum inside you.
âIâll be back tonight, baby. Be ready.â
âYes, daddy.â
Maybe he spoils you too much, but it doesnât matter because itâs you.
The first time you drove your very trashed best friend home was because you had a crush on him. All the times you drove him home after that were becauseâŠwell, his dad is sexy.
or the one where you have tension with your crushâs dad at four in the morning and maybe secretly fuck while said crush is asleep on the couch.Â
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WORDCOUNTâ 8.9k
PAIRINGâ dilf!mingyu x afab readerÂ
CONTENTâ there is no daddy kink nor is there sub/dom dynamics involved with this fic, bottom(ish) mingyu, top(ish) reader, desperate smutty stuff, mingyu is in his 40s, reader is in her early 20s (in other words, age gaps be damned, youâre both adults.)
OTHER CHARACTERSâ chan is his son and ur just gonna have to deal with that for the sake of having no unnamed charactersÂ
WARNINGSâ Mingyu has an internal war over wanting you because his son also wants you. Another thing, this is entirely consenting, but mingyu does mention to stop and/or wait at one point while clearly acting against his own words.Â
NOTEâ So uh, this fic is kind of a push and pull between morality and fucking because youâre horny. Thereâs some backhanded stuff about Chan but ill make it up to him in a future fic, i swear. Anyway, behold, the unedited dilf mingyu fic.
kim mingyuâs (unhelpful) guide to losing your virginity
â youâre telling me that you, Miss Dick Repellent, had sex with Captain Chastity By Choice over here. â
PAIRING âž kim mingyu x fem!reader
GENRES âž smut, fluff, humor, college au, best friends to lovers au, friends with benefits au
WARNINGS âž profanity, alcohol consumption, rated m for mingyu, slow burn, he fell first but she fell harder but then he tripped and ate shit, probably the most self-indulgent thing iâve written, mingyu and mc are both virgins, sexual content, sexual tension, protected and unprotected sex (i would not advise doing the latter), lots of teasing and banter, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, wall sex, couch sex, public sex, mingyu discovers what pasties are, soonyoung orders 20 connect fours, they are avid enjoyers of the barbie movies
SUMMARY âž after accidentally telling your friends that kim mingyu took your virginity (he didnât), youâre shocked when he proposes to relieve you of the fabled v-card for good (he does).
PLAYLIST ➠perfect by one direction ⹠spell by niki ⹠fatal flaw by ellise ⹠give me a kiss by lolo zouaï ⹠step? by bibi
WORD COUNT âž 31,273 words
AUTHORâS NOTE âž someone (fia) once told me i write too many college aus. i said yeah ur right. and iâm gonna do it again
âBIRDS AND BEES CANNOT PHYSICALLY FUCK.â
You sounded more distressed than informative while you were trying to reason with your longtime best friend, Kim Mingyu. He, on the other hand, appeared visibly worked up over this childish level of argument you two were having.
âIt is a metaphor,â he said. âEveryone knows birds and bees arenât screwing each other up in the trees.â
You still couldnât wrap your head around it. Hours ago, you had fucked yourself over after Kwon Soonyoung had casually brought up the topic of body counts. After everyone in your friend group went around listing theirs (Soonyoung: 3; Jungwoo: 3; Minghao: 2; Vernon: 5), you accidentally blurted out that your body count actually existedâone, to be exact.
This was a problem because, to everyoneâs prior knowledge, you were a virgin.
summary: mingyu has a problem: he's in love with his best friend's girlfriend. but does it go deeper than that, in ways that maybe even mingyu doesn't realize?
tags: smut (minors dni!), p.rnstar!au
warnings: gyu is kind of a perv, explicit unprotected sex, filming explicit content, sending nudes, masturbation, sexting, fingering (f. rec), oral (m. + f. rec), threesome, cuckolding, creampie, cum eating, hair pulling, double penetration, anal, kinda voyeurism, multiple orgasms, squirting, maybe mingyu is a little bisexual in thisâŠfor only a second
wc: 10.1kÂ
an: this idea came to me randomly and i quite literally ascended to heaven and then fell straight down to hell and produced this :D also this fic is very mingyu centric as itâs told in his pov (sorry armys who may find this)
Mingyu wants to go home.
Around him, the walls thump to the music blasting throughout the club. If this was four years ago and he was still in college this would be great, but itâs not. All Mingyu does is sit in a booth and stare at the dance floor, watching as the bodies grind up against each other.
The reason Mingyu is even out tonight is to try and find someone to take home, but heâs not in the mood. All of his recent hook ups have been unsuccessful and heâd rather go home and try his luck with his trusty fist rather than try and flirt with some half-drunk, half-interested person in a stuffy, overly noisy club.
Itâs not like Mingyu doesnât want to get his dick wet, heâs honestly been more horny recently than he ever has been, but for some reason the idea of going home and watching porn sounds much better than actually trying to get with someone here. Maybe Mingyu has a problem, or maybe itâs because of Mingyuâs most recent discovery.
Heâs not sure how he lucked out so bad, but one day all of his normal Twitter porn creators werenât doing it for him, and he happened to stumble across a new page. A reblog from one of the accounts he already followed. The person in the video was stunning. No face, but still the most beautiful body Mingyu has ever seen.
When he clicked on the account he was surprised to see such a small following on the account, only to find out the creator only started posting recently. Itâs needless to say that Mingyu spent the rest of the night jacking off to the few photos and videos on her page. âSweetheartâ thatâs what her screen name was listed as.Â
Even since discovering her, Mingyuâs become slightly obsessed and heâs taken liberty to getting off to her almost every night, even going as far as to subscribe to the content she has behind a paywall.Â
Mingyuâs not sure why heâs so attached to her. Maybe itâs her soft aesthetic or the way sheâs like a little secret gold mind he found. Or maybe itâs because she reminds Mingyu ofâŠ.
He glances across the room, his eyes landing on where his best friend stands. Jungkook is leaned up against the bar, a small smirk on his face, his arm wrapped around the waist of the prettiest girl inside the whole club. Your body is pressed up against Jungkookâs as you press your lips to your boyfriendâs neck, marking his skin up with your lipstick.
Youâre dressed in a tight, short dress colored in the most flattering shade of red. Mingyuâs favorite color. He does his best to not focus on your tits and the way your cleavage is accentuated by your dress, barely held up by the skinny straps on your shoulders.
Mingyu knows itâs an issue. He shouldnât have such a huge crush on his best friendâs girlfriend, and he definitely shouldnât be thinking of you like that either. Especially when youâre his friend as well. Itâs not like he wants to, but he canât help but think that youâre the most gorgeous girl heâs ever met. Inside and out.
Youâre Jungkookâs girlfriend though, and he would never make a move on you or ever make you uncomfortable. Though, that doesnât stop him from doing very shameful things in the dead of night, locked away in his bedroom, his hand wrapped around his cock as his eyes are trained on the video of the girl that reminds Mingyu of you just a little too well.
Mingyu must have gotten lost in his thoughts, staring at you, and when he focuses in again, he makes eye contact with Jungkook. The younger man winks at his best friend before guiding you out of the club. Mingyuâs eyes trail after you two the whole time, and he already knows you two are off to go fuck. If heâs being honest, you two most likely wonât even make it out of the parking lot, taking advantage of the tinted windows on Jungkookâs car.
The whole reason Mingyu even came tonight was to appease Jungkook, and now that the other man has left, Mingyu takes that as his cue to leave as well. The drive back to Mingyuâs apartment feels like an eternity and all he wants to do is crawl into bed, masturbate, and go to bed.
And yeah, maybe it is a little sad. Jacking off at home alone while his best friend fucks the girl of his dreams while all he can do is imagine itâs him in his place, but itâs not like thereâs any other options.
Now if Mingyu was really being childish, you were always Mingyuâs first.Â
You two went to the same high school together, but you two didnât get close until college. You had a gen-ed together and when Mingyu was the only familiar face in the room, you latched on. Mingyu didnât mind, you were sweet and funny and always let Mingyu study in your dorm when his roommates were too loud.Â
Later, after Mingyu and Jungkook became best friends, thatâs when the three of you started to form a friend group. Then you and Jungkook started to hang out one and one, and eventually those hang outs turned into dates, and now three years later, even after graduating college, you two are still going strong.
Mingyuâs only a little salty, maybe itâs because Jungkook knew Mingyu had something for you, or maybe itâs because really if it wasnât for him Jungkook wouldnât have even met you. It doesnât matter though, because in the end you got with Jungkook and Mingyu respects that.
When Mingyu finally gets home heâs quick to lock his door and drop his pants, crawling into his bed and pulling up Twitter. Right on the top of his feed is a post from Sweetheart and Mingyu groans. Sheâs dressed in a pair of sexy red lingerie panties, and it automatically makes Mingyu think of the dress you had on tonight. Thatâs not the best part of the photo though, no the best part is the fact she's not wearing a bra, her chest bare and her nipples staring right at Mingyu.
His cock is already hard, itâs been hard since he watched you kiss up and down Jungkookâs neck, and he shoves his hand into his boxers unceremoniously to pull his cock out. He spits into his palm before wrapping it around his length and starting to pump.
He clicks on Sweetheartâs page, hoping sheâs posted more or something, and heâs grateful to see a post from only a few minutes ago.
Live show on my OnlyCarats, come check it out ;)
Mingyuâs finger is clicking on the link in record time and it takes the video a moment to load before his screen reveals Sweetheart. Sheâs still in the pretty red panties from earlier, but now theyâre pushed to the side as she slides her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. Sheâs laid out on a large bed, dressed in all white bedding that contracts nicely against the panties.
Sweetheart has done a few live videos before, but this is the first one Mingyu has been able to watch in real time, rather than a video uploaded after the live. Heâs entranced as he watches her finger fuck her pussy. Sheâs letting out soft pants as she gets lost in her pleasure.
âF-fuck,â Mingyu whines. His hand is slick with pre-cum as he pumps his cock furiously in his fist.Â
Mingyu wonders if youâre going to pull out a dildo, like you sometimes do in your videos, but rather another person appears on camera.
Clearly the body is a male figure, clad in black slacks and a black dress shirt. Sweetheart has done a few photos and videos with a guy before, but Mingyuâs never seen him in one of her lives before. Itâs not that he minds too much, but a part of him wishes that he could stay pretending like the whole thing was for him, that he was the only person watching.
Mingyu canât dwell on his disappointment though, because the man in the video is unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. Itâs big, though Mingyu doesnât think itâs bigger than his own. The man grabs the camera before laying back, allowing Sweetheart to climb on top of him.
She grinds against him for a little bit before lifting herself up and lining the manâs cock up to her entrance. Mingyu can see the way her legs tremble as she sinks down, and suddenly Mingyu doesnât mind the other guy too much. From the angle heâs filming at, itâs almost like Sweetheart is riding Mingyu, and that drives him just a little bit insane.
Mingyu pumps his fist at the same speed Sweetheart is bouncing on the manâs cock, imagine that itâs SweetheartâŠimagining that itâs you. Mingyu whimpers and bucks his hips up, letting himself get lost in the fantasy.
Now Mingyu canât get the idea of you in his lap, your thighs straddling his as your pussy clamps down around him, out of his head. He thinks about your soft tits and how theyâd bounce as you rode him, his cock hitting inside of you deep and rough.
It doesnât take long for Mingyu to let out a strangled moan as his cock twitches and he spills cum all over his hand. He lays in bed, his chest heaving with his pants. Mingyu opens his eyes and glances at his phone to see Sweetheartâs body trembling as she cums as well. Mingyu watches intently as Sweetheart pulls herself off of the manâs cock, his cum dripping out of her as she does so.Â
Sweetheart ends the live soon after and Mingyu gets up to clean himself off. He decides to take a shower, scrubbing himself off like it will clean away the sins he just committed. As soon as he gets out of the shower he dries off and stumbles back into bed, deciding to call it a night.
Mingyu doesnât see you or Jungkook again until almost a week later when Jungkook invites Mingyu over for dinner. Mingyu stops by the store to pick up a bottle of wine before heading over to the apartment you and Jungkook share.Â
As soon as Mingyu knocks on the door you throw the door open and pull Mingyu into a hug. Mingyu hugs you back and if he holds on for a little too long, well you do too. When you pull back Mingyu gets a good look at your outfit. Youâre dressed in a short skirt and a low cut tank top. You have a large cardigan draped over the whole outfit and Mingyu blushes slightly. You just look so cute.
You clasp on to Mingyuâs arm as you walk with him into the kitchen. âKookie, look whoâs here!â
âHey Gyu,â Jungkook smiles at his best friend. Jungkook is standing at the stove, dressed in a blue apron, as he tends to the food. âGlad you could make it.â
âOf course man. I brought some wine as well.â Mingyu places the bottle onto the counter.
âSounds great. Hey, babe, could you grab some glasses? The food is almost ready.â
Mingyu watches as you two move around each other, the flow between you natural and domestic. It makes Mingyuâs heart twinge a bit. You two have always been a good pair. When you and Jungkook started dating it didnât surprise anyone, and though Mingyu was a little upset by it, he could see it as well. Even three years later you two make the perfect pair, if not more so than back then, settled into your domestic life with one another.
It doesnât take long for the three of you to be sat around the dining table.
âSo Mingyu, how thatâs project at work coming along?â
Mingyu is surprised that you remember, as he only mentioned it offhandedly a couple weeks ago. He shouldnât sell you so short though. Itâs one of the things that attracts Mingyu to you so much. Youâre just so charismatic and attentive to everyone you meet.Â
âItâs going well. My boss actually promoted me to head of the project because he liked my ideas so much. We should have the prototype done by the end of next week,â Mingyu tells you.Â
âThatâs amazing Mingyu! Congrats!â You cheer.
âThat sounds like a reason to drink.â Jungkook raises his glass and Mingyu chuckles before picking his own up and clinking it against Jungkookâs and then yours.
The rest of the night follows the same pattern. You guys continue your easy flow of conversation during dinner and then after you move into the living room where you put on a random movie to watch in the background. The scene is just a little too nice for Mingyuâs well-being. Itâs tooâŠcomfortable, too sweet. Like Mingyu is meant to be there, with you sitting on the other side of the couch as Jungkook sits a chair nearby as you joke and talk. Like Mingyu is a part of your couple. Like heâs yours.
Those thoughts are shoved to the back of his head as the night goes on and as more alcohol enters his system. Itâs clear youâre also feeling the effects as you move closer to Mingyuâs side of the couch, draping yourself over him. Mingyu takes a sharp breath at the feel of your tits pressing against him as you rub your head on his shoulder.
âI love you so much Gyu,â you slur. âYouâre my favoritest ever.â
âHey!â Jungkook cries from where heâs still sitting in the chair, not too far off from where you and Mingyu are in drunkenness.
âShh, donât listen to him,â you say, pressing even closer to Mingyu, your breath now brushing up against his ear as you continue in a whisper. âYouâre my favorite. My best friend. My number once since freshman year of college. Am I your favorite?â
Mingyu giggles, despite his growing flusteredness. âYouâre my favoritest.â
âGood, we are each otherâs most favorite. And Jungkook is neither of our favorites, because I love you Gyu!â You press a giant kiss to Mingyuâs cheek.
âHey, what are you two saying over there?â Jungkook stands up and moves over to the couch. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as you giggle and playfully thrash around.
âNooooo! Let me go. I wanna cuddle with Mingyu!â You squirm in Jungkookâs arms as Jungkook holds you tighter, kissing your neck. âMingyu save me!â
Mingyu moves forward and grabs onto your arms, pulling you towards him. Jungkook still has a hold on you, and you three end up in a big pile together, all giggling. You three lay there for a moment, in silence, before you let out a big yawn.
âWell I think thatâs my cue to get this one to bed,â Jungkook says. âYou good to get a ride home, Gyu?â
âYeah, Iâm good. Thanks for having me over man.â
âYeah, we love having you over. Youâre our best friend, you know youâre always welcome.â
âSleep well Gyu!â You give him a giant hug before allowing Jungkook to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom. Mingyu watches you two retire to your bedroom, sobering up enough in the moment for a pain to clench his heart.
In the cab ride home Mingyu can't help but think about you. The way your breath brushed against his face as you leaned in to tell him you love him. He wonders what it would be like to actually tell you he loves you. What it would be like for you to cradle his face and lean in and kiss him. He imagines holding you, waking up next to you in the morning, going on sweet dates.Â
Mingyu groans. Heâs got to stop doing this to himself. Â
As soon as he gets to his building, he stumbles through his apartment before falling into bed. Out of habit he pulls out his phone, opening Twitter. Directly at the top of his feed is a post from Sweetheart. 15 minutes ago.
A mirror selfie in her bra and underwear. Itâs not much, but it still has Mingyu twitching in his boxers. Against any of his better judgment that he would make when sober, he clicks on her account and taps the message icon.
pup: Hey :)) love the new photo
Mingyuâs not sure why he sent the message. Heâs not expecting a response. Not at 3am and not when heâs a total stranger. Itâs clear Sweetheart has a boyfriend, or at least someone who does videos with her. He didnât even send her money.
Mingyuâs about to just go to bed when he hears the chirp of his phoneâs notifications. When he checks his phone, his eyes widen when he sees the Twitter notification.
Sweetheart: hehe thank you
Sweetheart: would you like to see more? đ
pup: Yes. Yes, of course. How much?
Sweetheart: no charge baby. i see you in my notifs all the time, and youâre a subscriber on my OF. think of this as a treat for my biggest fan đ
Mingyu groans. He has no clue how heâs lucked out so hard. His cock is already half hard at the thought that Sweetheart knows who he is.
pup: Holy shit. Thank you so much. I donât know what to say.
Sweetheart: nothing to say, just enjoy :)
Sweetheart: took these just for you, so donât go spreading them around, okay?
Sweetheart: [image]
Sweetheart: [image]
Sweetheart: [image]
Sweetheart: maybe you can tell me what those do to youâŠ
Mingyuâs mouth drops open at the photos. The first one is a selfie of Sweetheart from the neck down. Her bra has been removed and her arms are pulled in to push her tits together. Mingyu wonders what it would be like to put his mouth on them, or even better, put his dick between them.
The second photo is a photo of Sweetheart sitting on her bed. The large bed is still dressed in the normal white bedding it has on it during her streams. Sweetheart is sitting back on her calves and Mingyu can see the slight wet patch starting to form on her panties.
The final photo has Mingyuâs mind reeling the most. A cropped down photo of Sweetheartâs lips wrapped around a dildo, her lips gently suckling the tip.
Sweetheart has never posted anything above the neck and this is Mingyuâs first time seeing the lower half of her face, and itâs her sucking a dildo no less. Mingyu groans and gives in, reaching down to fist his cock. He imagines that itâs his dick that Sweetheart is sucking, her pretty lips wrapped around his tip as she takes him in his mouth, using her lips and tongue to pleasure him.
pup: Oh my god. Fuck. Youâre gorgeous.
pup: Thank you so much.
Sweetheart: iâm glad you like heheÂ
Sweetheart: how about you show me how much you like themâŠđ (if youâre comfortable)
Holy shit. Sweetheart is asking him for a dick pick.
Mingyu fumbles with the camera on his phone before he snaps a few photos. You can see the glisten of pre-cum already coating his tip and his hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it up. Mingyu presses send to Sweetheart and anxiously waits the reply.
Sweetheart: wow youâre big
Sweetheart: i wouldnât mind taking a ride on that rodeo hehe
Sweetheart: fuck i want a dick inside of me :((( youâd reach so deep inside of me, fill me up nice and good
Sweetheart: would you like that pup? my tight pussy wrapped around your cock?
pup: Yes. Yes, so fucking much.
Sweetheart: iâd milk you so well
Sweetheart: ugh this isnât fair
pup: I want you so bad. Youâre perfect. Literally the most sexy body Iâve ever seen.
Mingyu struggles to type as his right hand jacks off his cock furiously. He canât believe heâs sexting Sweetheart. He can feel his balls tighten the closer he gets to his orgasm and before he can do anything to stop it, his cock is twitching and heâs spurting cum all over his chest and hand.
Mingyu lets out a low groan before opening his camera app and snapping another photo.
pup: Look what you made me do.
pup: [image]
Sweetheart: fuck thatâs so hot
Sweetheart: wish it was inside me though :( or that i was there to lick it up
Sweetheart: fuck iâm touching myself
Sweetheart: imagining that itâs your big cock inside of me
Sweetheart: [video]
Mingyu nearly nuts again just from the video Sweetheart has sent. A ten second clip of her thrusting the dildo from earlier inside of her sopping wet cunt. Mingyu truly thinks heâs died and gone to heaven.
Sweetheart: fuck i came so quickly
Sweetheart: god iâm going to be thinking about your cock for weeks now
Sweeheart: thanks for the orgasm :)
pup: No, thank you. Iâm never going to forget this.
Sweetheart: good. hope you jack off to those photos more, put them to good use ;)
Sweetheart: thanks for a good time. night pup
Though Mingyu would love to say he went to bed right after, he of course jacks off again before eventually passing out for the night.
After that night, neither Sweetheart nor Mingyu try to contact each other again, but Mingyu does in fact jack off to her photos again and again and again. Especially after days where he hangs out with you and Jungkook.
Look, heâs not proud of it, but at least he can get a release somehow.
Like right now, as he sits propped up in bed, rubbing at his half-hard cock through his boxers, as he watches the beginning of Sweetheartâs stream. Currently sheâs just finishing setting up the camera and getting everything situated.
Earlier, Mingyu went out with you and Jungkook to a new cat cafe you wanted to check out. Though both Jungkook and Mingyu are more dog people, itâs no secret they would do anything for you. The whole time you kept gushing to the two best friends on how cute the cats are and how much you want one. It was just so fucking cute and it didnât help that you just happened to be wearing a shirt that did nothing to hide the outline of your hard nipples. Itâs not like Mingyu meant to stare, but to be frank they were kind of staring at him first.
And then when you reached over to pet a cat that had hopped into Mingyuâs lap and you just happened to accidentally brush his dick with your hand. You didnât notice, or at least didnât mention it, but it has Mingyu quickly standing up and displacing the cat in order to head to the bathroom to try and adjust himself so you and Jungkook didnât catch sight of the halfy he was sporting.Â
On screen, Sweetheart has finally positioned herself right in the middle of the large, white bed. Sheâs just unbuckled and thrown off her bra and now sheâs groping her own tits, squeezing at her chest and flicking at her hard nipples. Mingyu wonders what it would be like to suck on her tits. Tug at her nipples with his teeth and leave marks all over the supple flesh.
When Mingyu pulls himself from his fantasy to go back to watching the stream, he notices the man whoâs always in Sweetheartâs videos has appeared. He sits behind Sweetheart on the back, his arms wrapped around her torso so heâs now the one groping her boobs. His head leans down slightly and his mouth presses to her neck. Mingyu catches sight of the lip ring in the right corner of his mouth.
Itâs then that Mingyu takes in the full appearance of the man. Heâs considerably dressed down this time. While heâs usually dressed in full black dress pants and dress shirt, most likely to better keep his identity hidden, this time heâs in a white t-shirt and jeans. The outfitâs familiar to Mingyu, too familiar.
Itâs understandable why the man has never showed off his full arms before, as theyâre covered in a sleeve of tattoos, an identifiable mark. Mingyu can't look. His mouth goes dry and his stomach drops.Â
Itâs undeniable. Mingyu knows every piece of that sleeve like the back of his hand. He was there when half of them were inked. Mingyuâs stomach turns. It all makes sense now. The whole reason why Sweetheart drew him in the first place was because of her resemblance to you. Now Mingyu gets it. Itâs not that Sweetheart resembles you, itâs that she is you. And the mystery man in each of her (your) videosâŠis his best friend.
On screen Jungkook has moved on from your tits and down to your clothed pussy. His fingers rub soft circles into your clit as his other hand keeps your thighs spread. Mingyuâs cock twitches at the sight.
No.
No, itâs wrong. Itâs dirty.
Itâs not fair that Mingyu knows your identity when you try so hard to keep it a secret. Not to mention itâs immoral of him to continue to jerk off to your videos. You and Jungkook are his best friends. And even if he has the occasional fantasy about youâŠitâs completely different than actually watching your sex work and knowing itâs you.
But then againâŠyou are uploading them for a reason. Your bio even says âjust here to aid and pleaseâ and this would be aiding and pleasing Mingyu. A lot.Â
Before Mingyu can even talk himself out of it, heâs lost his boxers and has his hand wrapped around his cock. He strokes it slowly as he watches Jungkook slowly sink a finger into your cunt. You squirm slightly in his grip, letting out a soft whine as he pushes a second one in.
Jungkook pumps his finger in and out of you, the digits getting more shiny with your slick the longer he goes on. Your fingers dig into his forearm as your legs twitch. Mingyu can hear Jungkook chuckle and he wonders how heâs never noticed before.
Jungkook pulls his fingers out of you and you quickly push your panties off as Jungkook climbs off the bed. In a matter of seconds Jungkook is back on the bed, completely naked now. He grabs the camera as you situate yourself on the bed laying down.
The camera moves to show a POV shot of Jungkook fucking you in missionary. Mingyu watches intently as his best friendâs cock moves in and out of your cunt, his hand fucking his own cock at the same pace.
God this is so fucked up.
Even so, it doesnât take Mingyu long to blow his load. Itâs almost embarrassing. Before the stream is even finished Mingyu quickly logs off and gets up to clean himself.
Fuck.
Youâre Sweetheart. The girl of his dreams is the other girl of his dreams. Itâs been you all this time. Of course it has. Thatâs just Mingyuâs luck.
Oh God. Heâs sexted with you. Youâve seen his dick. Does Jungkook know? He has to, right? Thereâs no way youâd cheat on him. Youâd never do that to him. No, no, he has to know.
He has to.
âMingyu, my man!â Jungkook slaps a hand onto Mingyuâs shoulder as soon as he approaches.
âHey Kook.â Mingyu really hopes his voice doesnât waver as he greets his best friend. He hasnât seen Jungkook since the other day and this is the first time heâs facing him since finding out that well, heâs been jacking off to porn of him and his girlfriend for months now.Â
âLook Gyu, weâve got to talk about something.â
Oh no. Jungkook knows. He knows and heâs mad because Mingyu sexted his girlfriend and heâs ruined a three year long relationship.
âTalk? A-about what?â
âNot here. Letâs go back to my apartment. No oneâs home right now.â
Though Mingyu is glad that he wonât have to face you, heâs still a bit concerned about what Jungkook has to talk to him about. And in private no less. Thereâs no way itâs not about what Mingyu thinks itâs about. But also, how could he know?
The trip to Jungkookâs apartment is eerily quiet and it isnât until Jungkook closes and locks the door that he finally speaks up.
âYou want anything to drink?â
âN-no, uhm, Iâm good.â
âCool. Come on, come sit on the couch with me.â Jungkook leads Mingyu into the living room and sits down. Mingyu cautiously follows.
âSoâŠwhat did you uhm, want to talk about?â Mingyu stares down at his lap, trying not to make eye contact with his best friend.
âMingyuâŠI want you to fuck my girlfriend.â
Mingyu thinks he blacks out for a moment.
What in the fuck did Jungkook just say to him?
âI- excuse me?â
âI want you to fuck my girlfriend. If weâre being honest, sheâs kind of wanted to fuck you for a while now, and weâve been talking about it and I thought Iâd offer you into our bedroom.â
Mingyu knows he looks like an idiot right now, but he canât believe what Jungkook is telling him. He has to be pulling his leg. He knows that Mingyu knows about the porn account and heâs making fun of him. Thereâs no other explanation. His best friend is the most jealous man on the planet, there is absolutely no way heâs offering Mingyu to fuck you.Â
âStop saying stupid stuff, Kook,â Mingyu grumbles. âThatâs not funny to joke about. Does she know youâre saying this?â
âIâm not joking! Seriously. I know youâve always had a crush on her, and now hereâs your chance to be with her! I donât know why youâre not jumping on this opportunity.â
Jungkook is right, any other time Mingyu might be ecstatic, but thereâs no way Jungkook is being serious. âBecause youâre just pranking me!âÂ
Jungkook sighs. âOkay, I didnât want to bring it up, but I know you know about the porn account.â
Mingyu stiffens and his mouth goes dry. âI- I donât know-â
âYes you do. Sweetheart? I saw the photos left open on your phone the other day, and I know those are photos she only sent you.â
Mingyuâs face heats up and heâs sure heâs red. âI- Iâm sorry. I didnât know at first and I wasnât planning on keeping watching and-â
âItâs okay. I literally just offered you to fuck my girlfriend.â
âBut why? You hate when other guys even look at her.â
âBecause itâs you, Gyu.â Thatâs all Jungkook answers, staring at Mingyu sincerely, like Mingyu truly is the only person heâd be comfortable sharing his girlfriend with.
Mingyu thinks about it for a moment. Could this really just be his dreams coming true? âI swear to god if youâre messing with me.â
âI promise Iâm not. Look, just come over on Friday and youâll see. Okay?â
â...Okay.â
Mingyu is nervous.
Heâs still not completely sure that Jungkook is telling the truth, but if he is then that means Mingyu is going to fuck you tonight.Â
His heart is beating intensely in his chest as he drives over to your apartment. It takes him nearly fifteen minutes to get the courage to exit his car and enter the building. Before he can fully chicken out he knocks on the door.
Jungkook is the one to open the door and he ushers Mingyu in before closing and locking the door behind him. Jungkook then leads Mingyu to the bedroom and Mingyu suddenly realizes that oh shit, this is real. This is real and heâs about to fuck you.
As soon as they enter the room, Mingyu feels his throat go dry and his pants tighten. Youâre laid out on the bed, the same large bed from all of your photos and videos. The same bed that Mingyu has wished countless of times that it was him on it with you, or at least with Sweetheart.
Youâre dressed in a red, see-through babydoll set. You stare up at Mingyu, your eyes already hooded with lust. Mingyu watches as your eyes trail down his figure, stopping at his crotch. Your eyes then move back up to Mingyuâs, making eye contact as you wink at him. Holy shit.
Mingyu feels Jungkook shove him forward slightly. âGo buddy, sheâs all yours.â
It takes Mingyu a few more seconds to process. He truly canât believe this is real. That youâre here and heâs allowed to touch you, to feel you, to let all of his fantasies run wild. The thing that finally get Mingyu in motion is you giggling.
âCâmon Gyu.â Youâre motioning him towards you and Mingyu stumbles forward until he makes it to the bed. His heart is thumping so rapidly it wouldnât be a surprise if he went into cardiac arrest.
Mingyu crawls onto the bed and over to you where you smile at him and reach forward. Mingyu crawls on top of you and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down so he rests his weight on you. You move one of your hands to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb over it.
âHi pretty boy. Are you excited?â Mingyu nods his head stupidly, his mind too focused on your touch. âWell are you going to kiss me?â
Finally, Mingyuâs mind seems to catch up and he surges forward. With your hand still on his cheek, you guide him to your lips. Right away, Mingyuâs desperation is apparent as he presses into you hard.
Kissing you is somehow even better than Mingyu expected. Your lips are soft and you smell so good. You hold onto Mingyu, kissing him deeper and deeper. If Mingyu is being honest he already feels a little drunk on you.
Mingyu swipes his tongue over your bottom lip and you open up, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He can feel you smirk against his lips slightly before you start to suck on his tongue. It catches Mingyu off guard and he whines right into your mouth, his hips bucking forward against you.
Mingyuâs cock is already half hard just from kissing you, and he canât help but rut his hips into you. You donât seem to mind though, just threading your fingers through his hair. Your hands feel good against him and Mingyu allows his own hands to roam over you as well.
Your body is warm and soft under his palms as he drags them over your torso. The rough lace of the babydoll scratches at his hand as he cups your breast. The material is thin and Mingyu can feel the pebbling of your nipple through it. His fingertips brush over the bud once more and you gasp and arch your back into his touch. It only makes Mingyu needier.
Mingyu breaks the kiss so he can have a second to catch his breath. You donât need the time though, and you donât waste time pressing your lips to his jaw. You duck your head down as you slowly trail your kisses down the column on his neck, stopping to suck on the skin every so often.
As much as Mingyu loves you leaving marks all along his neck, he wants to put his mouth on you. He pushes off of you slightly to pull away.
He takes a moment to stare at you, laid out under him. Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths and youâre staring up at him with hooded eyes. Your lips are puffy from all of the kissing and your hair is mussed from rubbing against the pillow. You look gorgeous.
âGyu,â you say, your voice slightly raspy, âyouâre trembling.â You reach up to caress his face once again.
Mingyu didnât notice it, but now that youâve pointed it out, Mingyu realizes heâs shaking. His heart is pounding in his chest, like how he feels when heâs drank too much caffeine.Â
âAre you nervous, puppy?â You ask Mingyu. The nickname makes him whine slightly. Youâve always called him that, but in this context it hit so differently.
Mingyu nods slightly. âIâve- Iâve wanted this for so long. I donât want to mess it up.â
You smile gently at him. âYou wonât. I like you a lot Gyu, and I want this too. Donât be nervous, okay? Just enjoy it.â
âO-okay,â Mingyu tells you.
âNow, can I take this off of you?â Your fingers play with the hem of Mingyuâs shirt and he nods. You help him tug the shirt off, revealing his bare torso.
If Mingyu is proud of one thing, itâs his physique, and you seem to appreciate it as well as you trail your fingers down his chest and abs, feeling the grooves of his muscles under your fingertips.
Mingyu is still shaking slightly, but he leans down to start pressing kisses to your chest. Your boobs are soft under his mouth as he starts to suck the subtle skin into his mouth.
Thereâs a small ribbon holding the front of your lingerie together and Mingyu tugs at the bow until it unties and the fabric falls away from your body, exposing your bare tits to him. Your tits look delicious and Mingyu cups one in his hand and brings his mouth to it. His lips suck on your nipple, his tongue flicking at it every so often.
Your body writhes under him as your fingers dig into his shoulder muscles. Mingyuâs cock is hard and straining in his pants and he so desperately wants to touch himself but also doesnât want to pull any of his attention from you.
Mingyuâs hands move down your torso even further, his hands running over your waist and down to your hips. He balls the fabric of your panties in his fist, tugging at the lace slightly.
âF-fuck youâre perfect,â Mingyu mumbles into your chest before going back to mouthing at your tits.Â
Your hips buck up slightly and Mingyu drags one of his hands from his hips to press against your clothes slit. Youâve soaked through your panties and Mingyu moans into your skin at how wet youâve gotten. Heâs watched you touch yourself a million times and has seen how wet you get, but feeling it for himself makes his mind go fuzzy. His fingers push against your panties, slightly pushing them into you, collecting more of your arousal.Â
âG-gyu, please, need you.â
Mingyu pulls his mouth off of you to sit back. He looks over to the side, acknowledging Jungkook for the first time since heâs crawled onto the bed. His best friend is seated on a plush chair in the corner of the room, his eyes trained on where you and Mingyu are on the bed.Â
Jungkook makes eye contact with Mingyu before smirking and nodding slightly. âGo on Gyu, give her what she wants.â
With Jungkook approval, Mingyu hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down your legs, leaving you fully unclothed. Your legs part and Mingyu can see how slick your pussy really is.
Your cunt looks even prettier in person and Mingyu grabs your thighs and pushes them even further apart so he can slot his shoulders between them. He trails kisses along your inner thigh, move his mouth closer to your sopping heat. Mingyu hesitates slightly, before finally pushing forward and swiping his tongue through your folds.
Your arousal coats his tongue in a thick layer and Mingyu moans into your pussy at the taste. Your cunt is warm as Mingyu presses his face between your thighs, wrapping his lips around your clit. He tongues at the bud, stimulating you as you fist the sheets under you.
Mingyu canât count the number of times heâs dreamt of this very scenario. His hands tighten their grip on your thighs as he doubles his efforts. His lips are restless as they play with your clit. Your moans are muffled above Mingyuâs head and they encourage Mingyu to keep going.
He can feel his chin already messy with your slick as he makes out with your cunt. His tongue intermittently darts out, lapping at your entrance. Mingyuâs brain gets more and more muddled as he continues to eat you out, already too lost in pleasure.
Mingyu squeezes his hand between his face and the bed so he can prod his fingertips against your folds. He traces your entrance before finally pushing a finger into you. Your cunt is warm and wet around his finger and heâs able to push a second one in as well.
His mouth doesnât stop sucking on your clit as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you. His digits drag against your walls, pressing into you, looking for your sweet spot.
As Mingyu fingers you, his hips rut against the mattress, humping the bed to the rhythm of his fingers. His cock is leaking inside of his boxers and heâs relieved to have at least some kind of pressure against him. Mingyuâs letting out soft whines that mix with your own moans.
Your cunt is clenching around Mingyuâs fingers and he pushes a third one into you. His fingers curl into you and you whine, reaching down to pull at Mingyuâs hair. Mingyu knows that heâs found your sweet spot and he continues to abuse the spot, leaving you a mess of moans.
Mingyuâs lips suck hard on your clit, shaking his head back and forth against you. Your body tenses under him as you cry out, your legs shaking as you reach your high. Mingyu helps you through it until you fall limp to the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.Â
Mingyu finally pulls his mouth away from you, panting himself as he wipes your slick off his chin. His whole body feels warm from lust. He needs more of you.
âSuch a good boy,â you mumble.Â
âTake your pants off Mingyu.â The voice startles Mingyu for a moment, before he realizes that Jungkookâs still in the room. When he glances over, his best friend looks the same as earlier, just now rubbing himself through his pants. Mingyu nods and starts to undo his belt, before heâs stopped by your protests.
âLet me help.â You move to stick on your knees, reaching over to undo Mingyuâs belt for him. When the belt is discarded on the floor, you start to work on his jeans. Mingyu can feel his cock twitching desperately as you slowly unzip his pants.
You lean down and start to trail kisses down his happy trail before putting your mouth directly on his bulge through his boxers. While still mouthing at him, you push his jeans down until theyâre out of the way. Mingyuâs dick strains against his underwear which are already slightly damp from his precum.
You hook your fingers into Mingyuâs waistband before pulling his boxers down, letting his dick spring completely free from all confines. Mingyu helps you fully remove his clothing before you wrap your hand around his length, pumping slightly.
âFuck Gyu, itâs so pretty.â You lean down and lick at his slit, collecting his precum in your mouth. âWhat do you want to do with it? Want it here?â You kiss his tip again. âOr here?â You sit back up and move forward to rub your pussy against his cock.
The idea of your lips wrapping around his cock, choking down his length makes Mingyu feel like a mad man, and under any other circumstances he would jump on the chance, but if heâs being honest he feels like heâs about to burst any minute now and needs to get inside of you.
âT-this one,â Mingyu whines out as you continue to rub his head between your swollen pussy lips.
âGood, I was hoping youâd say that.â You move away from Mingyu, only to lie back down on the bed and spread your legs, inviting Mingyu to come forward.
Your cunt is shiny with your arousal and your pussy lips are swollen from Mingyu eating you out. Itâs nothing Mingyu hasnât seen before, but now seeing it up close and in person has Mingyu mesmerized. He moves forward, hovering over you as his cock rubs up against your folds.
He leans down to suck at one of your tits again, busying his mouth as he lines the tip of his cock up to your entrance. He can feel your slick on his head as he slowly starts to push in. Mingyu whimpers into your chest, his hands clenched on your hips, as he starts to rut into you. His cock stretches out your walls and it takes him a moment to get all the way inside of you.
After a moment he bottoms out, his cock pushed all the way into your tight, warm walls. Mingyuâs never felt something so heavenly in his life. His cock is twitching with excitement as he drools precum into you. Your walls flutter around him as you adjust to his size and Mingyu has to put all his focus on your tits in his mouth so he doesnât go completely mad at the feeling.
It doesnât take long for you to start pawing at Mingyu.
âPlease move,â you whine. âNeed you to fuck me hard.â
Mingyuâs response is muffled against your chest as he pulls his hips back before slamming them back into you. He repeats the action over and over again until heâs thrusting into you in a quick rhythm. Youâre panting as you dig your fingers into Mingyuâs shoulders.Â
With each thrust Mingyu buries deeper and deeper inside of you. He finally pulls his mouth off your tits to sit up, adjusting his hold on you so he can pound even harder into you. From this new angle Mingyu looks down at you. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are closed, completely lost in your pleasure.
Your tits bounce with each thrust and Mingyu realizes heâs not going to last much longer at this rate. He pushes your legs forward against your chest, spreading your pussy more as he fucks you even harder than before. Your moans grow frantic as you fist the sheets in your fingers.
âG-gonna cum,â Mingyu mutters. His cock is throbbing, desperately needed to find release.
âD-do it inside,â you whine. âNeed your cum in me.â
Mingyu glances over at Jungkook, whoâs eyes are still trained on the two of you. Heâs stroking his own cock, which is starting to pearl at the tip.
âDonât make her wait.â
Thatâs all Mingyu needs before his hips are stuttering inside of you and heâs painting your inside white with his cum. Mingyuâs whole body is coursing with pleasure and he thinks he whites out slightly. When heâs completely come down from his high he pulls out of you, his body slumps down against the bed beside you.
Mingyu takes a moment to recollect himself, trying to clear his mind from his post nut haze. He doesnât think heâs ever felt so good in his life.
When Mingyu opens his eyes again heâs surprised to see Jungkook has moved closer. Jungkook has stuffed himself back into his pants, but the bulge it leaves is still apparent. He stands next to the bed, looming over you as his hand rubs at your pussy. Mingyu watches with awe as his best friend rubs at your clit. Your eyes are closed against as you buck your hips into Jungkookâs touch.
âYou made quite the mess,â Jungkook says, addressing Mingyu. Mingyu doesnât look at him though, his eyes still trained on Jungkookâs hand on your pussy.
Mingyuâs cum is leaking out of your cunt and onto the bed and Jungkook scoops it up with his fingers before pushing it right back inside of you. You gasp but otherwise accept the intrusion. The sight alone makes Mingyuâs cock twitch to life.
âDid her pussy make you feel good, pup?â Jungkook continues.Â
And shit well, Mingyuâs never been attracted to his best friend, or any man for that matter, but the sight of Jungkook fingering Mingyuâs cum back into his girlfriend while calling Mingyu a pup definitely makes his cock twitch.
Mingyu watches intently as your body starts to shake, your back arching up off the bed as you whine. Mingyu has watched your videos enough to know what you look like when youâre cumming and he watches as you fall apart on Jungkookâs hand.
Your hand reaches down to grab his wrist, stopping his motions.
âSensitive,â you mumble. Mingyu just expects you to leave it at that but heâs sorely wrong as he watches you pull Jungkookâs fingers to your mouth, sucking your juices and Mingyuâs seed off of them. Youâre making intense eye contact with your boyfriend as you do so, your tongue swirling around the digits, and Mingyu starts to feel like heâs witnessing something way too personal for him to be there.
When Jungkookâs fingers have been thoroughly cleaned by your tongue, you pop your mouth off his hand and start to paw at his pants. You pull him closer, your fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants as you attempt to strip your boyfriend down.
âInsatiable little thing,â Jungkook smirks as he quells your struggle and frees his cock for you. You donât waste a moment, leaning forward to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.
Jungkook lets out a low groan and he automatically reaches down to push the back of your head further down onto his cock. Mingyu watches the bob of your head as Jungkookâs dick disappears farther and farther down your throat.
Thereâs a bit of saliva dripping down your lips, making a mess of both you and Jungkook. The wet sound of your mouth and the slight gag from Jungkookâs length hitting the back of your throat fills the room, making everything seem even more erotic and dirty. Mingyu feels a bit perverted, just laying next to you watching, but a part of him knows that you and Jungkook want him to see this.
This whole experience is new to Mingyu, and heâs taking in every moment that he can. As Sweetheart you never share any part of your face, and thereâs a delight that fills Mingyu knowing heâs now the only person besides Jungkook that has seen what you look like with your lips wrapped around a cock, gagging on the length. Itâs almost too hot to handle.
From the angle Mingyuâs at he has the perfect view of your pussy. Your lips are spread slightly, still shiny with slick, as you arch your back. Mingyu thinks about you being spit roasted between him and Jungkook. Your mouth working diligently at Jungkook, while your pussy squeezes the life out of Mingyu.
The thought is too good to be true though, and Mingyu embarrassingly still hasn't recovered from his first orgasm. That doesnât stop Mingyu from imagining it though, staring at your juicy pussy as he does so.
âFuck,â Mingyu hears Jungkook hiss. He looks up to see Jungkookâs forearms tenses as they grip onto your hair tight, helping you bob your head up and down. His head is tilted back and his eyes are squeezed shut as his hips shallowly thrust into your mouth.
Mingyuâs never been interested in seeing his best friend cum, but in this moment, he canât take his eyes off of him. It only takes a few more bobs of your head and Jungkook is shuddering as he holds you down against him, your lips at the base of his cock.
When itâs clear Jungkook is finally done spilling into you, he releases his grip on you, allowing you to breathe properly. Your mouth is full of Jungkookâs cum and some of it starts to drip down your chin and fall right onto your tits. You giggle as you scoop it up and put it right back into your mouth.
âCanât waste a drop, right?â You say to Mingyu, winking at him. âStill doing good there, big boy?â
âY-yeah,â Mingyu stutters out, his voice hoarse from panting so hard earlier.
âGood, because Iâm just feeling sooo empty and I would love if my two handsome boys could fill me up.â You spread your legs again, reaching down to push your puffy folds apart with two fingers. âWould you boys do that for me?â
Mingyu doesnât understand how you have so much energy after being eaten out, fucked, fingered, and then sucking a dick, but he has to admit itâs incredibly hot and definitely doing it for him.
You move from where youâre laying and you crawl over to Mingyu, straddling his lap and pinning him to the bed. He can feel your heat press up against his cock and you grind down slightly and you lean in to whisper into Mingyuâs ear.
âWill you let me ride you, puppy? Use your fat cock to get myself off?â Your voice is somehow a mix of innocent and sultry at the same time and Mingyu involuntarily bucks his hips up against you. You chuckle slightly. âIâll take that as a yes.â
You lift yourself up off of Mingyu slightly, only to reach down and line his cock up to your pussy. Your folds wrap around his head before you sink down, flushing your hips to his. Mingyu whines, his hands flying up to grip your waist tightly.
Mingyu only pulled out a few minutes ago, and yet he missed the feeling of your pussy around him. Your walls are warm and tight and Mingyu swears youâre clenching down on him on purpose.Â
âMm, you fill me up so nicely,â you moan. You slowly start to bounce in his lap, lifting yourself up and down his cock. Your hands are planted firmly on Mingyuâs chest, using him as leverage. Mingyu pathetically helps guide you up and down, too distracted by how sexy you look like this.Â
Your skin is shiny with a light sheen of sweat and what Mingyu also thinks might just be a post-orgasm glow. Your naked body is warm and tantalizing as you roll your hips against Mingyuâs. Youâre staring down at him, your eyes trained on Mingyuâs face as you smirk at him. Itâs all almost too much for him.
When itâs clear that youâre satisfied with Mingyu, you lean forward, placing your tits right above Mingyuâs head. He canât help himself, closing the rest of the distance to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. You gasp slightly, reaching down to cup Mingyuâs jaw.
âF-fuck,â you shudder out. âCâmon Kookie. Need you in me too.â
Mingyu can feel Jungkook climb onto the bed, and heâs thankful that you two own such a large bed or he doesnât think all three of you would fit comfortably. Jungkook positions himself behind you, hovering over Mingyuâs legs.
Mingyu can feel you jolt slightly as Jungkook starts to open you up. You bury your free hand in Mingyuâs hair, tugging slightly. Mingyu doesnât mind though, in fact he whimpers slightly against your breast.
Mingyu can hear the sound of Jungkook pressing a kiss against your skin before he spits and then a few seconds later you gasp. Mingyu can feel the bulge of Jungkook pressing into you, stuffing your other hole full of his cock.
âS-shit, you feel so good,â you whine. âBaby, please move.â
Your walls move as Jungkook slides out of you, only to slam right back into you. Your body lurches forward slightly, and you tighten your grip on Mingyu. Slowly Jungkook starts to build up his pace, until heâs fucking into you at a steady rhythm.Â
Mingyu takes this as his time to start thrusting up into you as well. He does his best to match Jungkookâs pace, as you start to grind down against both of them. Despite being completely composed a few moments ago, youâve turned into a complete mess with two dicks inside of you. All you can get out is moans and whines and a few noncoherent sentences as you hold onto Mingyu like your life depends on it.
Your back arches as Mingyu tightens his grip on you, doing his best to fuck into you as hard as he can. Your walls are already spasming against him, your body trembling with pleasure. Over your shoulder Mingyu can see Jungkook and he doesnât think his best friend has ever looked as good as he does right now. His hair is pushed back and his face is completely focused as he stares down at your ass, watching how his and Mingyuâs cocks split you open.
Above him, you bury your face into Mingyuâs neck, deciding to bite and suck at his skin to muffle your moans. Your body is on fire atop of him and Mingyu wraps his arms around your waist to pull you further against him, using the new grip to help his thrusts.
The whole situation seems so erotic, your gorgeous bare body pressed into his as he and his best friend destroy your holes. Mingyu can feel the blood pumping in his cock as his whole body starts to tingle.
âG-gonna cum,â he stutters out. âP-please let me c-cum in you.â
âMe too,â you mumble into his neck. âFuck, cum all inside me. Fill me up.â
You move your mouth from Mingyuâs neck to his lips. You kiss him desperately, licking into his mouth as you cup his face.
âGo on both of you,â Jungkook finally pipes up, his voice deep and sultry. âCum.â
Mingyuâs whole body shakes as he lets himself go, spilling right into your waiting pussy. It doesnât stay there long though, as you quickly lift yourself up off of Mingyu, your legs trembling as a stream of liquid gushes out of you and right onto Mingyuâs lap. You break your mouth off of Mingyuâs so you can moan as you finish squirting.
Behind you, Jungkook is still fucking into you, quick and hard. You canât hold yourself up anymore though, and you slump against Mingyu. Mingyuâs still out of it as well, and he absentmindedly rubs your back as Jungkook grunts, finishing inside of you as well.Â
Jungkook pulls out of you and leans down to kiss the small of your back before walking into the connected bathroom. You press a few more kisses to the corner of Mingyuâs mouth before rolling off of him. Jungkook walks back in with towels and hands one to Mingyu before starting to clean you off.
Mingyu wipes his lower half off before standing up, his legs slightly giving out on him before he gains his footing again. Mingyu feels like heâs moving in slow motion, his brain still slightly fuzzy.Â
Mingyu starts to pull his clothes back on as you and Jungkook do the same. Mingyuâs not quite sure what to do as he stands in the corner of the room, watching as Jungkook starts to strip the bed of the sheets. It's a bit weird to see the large bed without the now iconic white sheets on it.
The thought of just slipping out the front door crosses Mingyuâs mind, and heâs heavily considering it, when he feels someone wrap their arms around his waist.
âSo, did you have fun?â You ask Mingyu. Youâre staring at him with wide eyes and a grin.Â
âY-yeah! Thanks for uh, letting me do this,â Mingyu responds.
âOf course! Iâm wasn't joking Mingyu, I do really like you.â
The confession makes Mingyuâs heart flutter. Realistically, he knows that youâre with Jungkook and nothing will happen from this, but itâs still nice to know heâs not a complete fool or being so head over heels for you.
âSheâs been talking about this since your little Twitter conversation,â Jungkook says as he walks back into the room from putting the sheets in the washing machine. âIâd be a little jealous if it wasnât you, Gyu.â
âYou know who I also think would really like you?â You ask, shooting Jungkook a mischievous look. âMy viewers. They would love you. Donât you think so Kookie?â
Jungkook just smirks. âYou have to ask him first.â
âWhat about it Gyu? Wanna become a permanent stample on the Sweetheart page?â You hug Mingyu a bit tighter.
The idea drives Mingyu a little wild. Going from watching your content to being in it? Being able to fuck you on a regular basis?Â
âI- that soundsâŠyeah, I would,â Mingyu stutters out and you giggle.
âYay! Looks like you have a competition Kook,â you smirk at your boyfriend.
âCompetition?â Jungkook raises an eyebrow. âNot when itâs Mingyu. I think both of us are going to have lots of fun with him. Wonât we pup?âÂ
You and Jungkook both send Mingyu matching grins and Mingyu feels the excitement grow in him. Oh yeah, heâs going to have a lot of fun.
Synopsis: Jungkook didnât think stuff through when he made a bet for âNo Nut Novemberâ he seemed to forget that he canât say no to you.
Pairings: dilf!jungkook x fem!reader
Warningsâ SMUT! cussing, kind of drunk sex?, dirty talk, anal, squirting, spanking, size kink!!!!, jk is pussy whipped, jk eating you out, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!) rough sex!!, crying from pleasure, hair pulling, fluff at the very end,
a/n: someone lock me the fuck up⊠this is in the KUWTB universe, jus wanted to get into jk and oc sex life more⊠enjoyđ„čđ€
âI am not betting a thousand on Jungkook for no nut; November be fucking for real; heâs going to lose twenty minutes in.â Namjoon says knowing his friend and knowing how you have him wrapped around your pinky will have him losing money.
âI can go a whole month without sex, motherfuckers.â Jungkook gasps, running a hand through his wet hair from his previous shower.
It was Halloween night, and the boys just came back from accompanying Iseul and Ye Joon trick or treating down the neighborhood.
âIâm taking my baby to the rich neighborhoods so she can get the full-size candy bars.â Jungkook squeezes Iseul's cheeks, trying to avoid the cute bunny face paint you had drawn on. Your husband, without thinking twice, matched her outfit with the big fluffy bunny ears on the top of his head, bobbing on his head whenever he would move around.
"You literally live in a rich neighborhood.â Ari scolds, sending Jungkook's arm flying up in his defense.
"Trust, I wonât fuck up!â Jungkook defends himself while the boys have a hard time believing him; the boys only sighed before agreeing.
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Jungkook couldnât do it; his dick immediately hardened as he saw you walking down the stairs in your playboy bunny costume, the small black leather skirt that barely covers your ass, and your black thong visible to everyone. The black long-sleeve crop top and the bunny ears had him stressing and wishing he wouldnât have made that bet.
âFuck, you look beautiful, baby." Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in possessively. His hand lowered to your ass before giving a soft squeeze; you didnât even bat an eye.
âThank you, my love.â You give him a quick peck before looking down at his all-black outfit. âYou look handsome, daddy,â you wink before walking to the kitchen where Eunbi and Jia were.
You had taken a new habit of calling Jungkook Daddy a joke, and he knew that, but right now the word just worsened the hard problem he has in his pants.
Itâs around three in the morning now, and the house is a mess. Iseul is staying with your mother-in-law, who volunteered to take care of her for the night. You were definitely drunk; Ari and Lora came in the house already fucked up, and them being bad influences made you and all the girls take shot after shot, so here you were dancing in your living room as the guys sat on the couch watching you all.
âI think I might owe you all a thousand." Jungkook sighs at his friends. Whoâs head snaps at him in shock? âYou fucking lost already; are you serious? It's been like three hours!?â Seokjin gasps, and Jimin giggles beside him.
Thatâs when everyone pulls their wallets and drops wads of cash in Jimin's hands. âI fucking told you he wouldnât last." Jimin snickers as he counts the money in his hands.
âYou guys have no faith in me! I havenât done anything."Jungkook whispers the last part, "Oh." Jimin says he is disappointed before handing the money back to the corresponding boys.
âThen why do you say that?" Hoseok sighs, putting the hundred back in his wallet before tucking it in his back pocket.
âSheâs dressed as a playboy bunny!! A sexy ass playboy bunny.â Jungkook whispers, âPlease come on; you would fuck y/n in a garbage bag.â Yoongi says, before sending a signal to Eunbi to stop drinking, to which she only nods 'no', making Yoongi stand up and march her way.
âShe would look good in anythingâbetter without anything, actually.â Jungkook says as he sees you down, another shot making him shoot up his seat.
âNo more alcohol for you, baby.â He takes the shot glass out of your hands, putting his arm around your waist to keep you stabilized. "Babyyy,â you pout, looking up at him, fisting his shirt, and pulling him closer to your face.Â
âWhat princess?â He says softly, your faces almost touching each other; he can smell the alcohol. âIâm so drunk.â You slur with a goofy smile on your face, gripping onto his shoulders, raising your legs behind you, and reaching for your heel, making you stumble backwards just for Yoongi and Jungkook to stabilize you.
"Yeah, weâre leaving,â Yoongi says as he holds onto Eunbi, whoâs slurring a bunch of nonsense, âbut I donât want to leave!" Eunbi whines as Yoongi chuckles as he drags her to the front door.
âWe should leave too, then,â all the boys say, standing up and wishing everyone goodbye. âLetâs go, my love,â Taehyung tells Ari, whoâs lying on the ground, her police officer outfit long gone, replaced with the big t-shirt you had handed her earlier.
"Nooo, I want to stay with y/n!â She gets picked up by Taehyung, who shushes her with a kiss. âYou reek like alcohol,â he chuckles before giving Jungkook a head nod and walking out, Jimin and Namjoon following behind them, being the last ones out, the rest long gone.
Jungkook lays you on the couch, kneeling down, unstrapping your heels, and taking them off before kissing the top of your shin. Making you moan in relief.
âMy feet hurt so bad!â You whine loudly before bringing your feet into your chest, making your skirt ride up, giving Jungkook a perfect view of your covered pussy.Â
He wanted nothing to open your legs, put your panties aside, and eat you out at that moment, but one, you were drunk, and two, the stupid bet he made yesterday. So instead of doing all that, he stood up and made his way to the main door, locking it before making his way back to you, taking his dirty shirt off in the process.
âYou are so hot... Could you maybe have my baby?â You pout, looking up at him, whoâs hovering over you with a smile on his face. âYou already had my baby, princess.â He chuckles at you, making grabby hands up at him.
âThen another one?â You slur with the goofiest smile on your face as he picks you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his torso as your arms wrap around his neck. âYou would slap yourself if you heard yourself right now, baby.â He laughs as you snuggle your face into his neck.Â
âIf itâs a girl, what would we name her?â You slur your words as Jungkook starts making his way upstairs to your guy's room. âI donât know, princess, do you know?â He asks you, taking one step at a time.Â
âI like Nabi," you giggle. âI like Nabi.â Jungkook repeats after you, giving your puffed-out cheek a wet kiss. âAnd if itâs a boy, we can name it Junior.â Jungkook suggests entering your guys room.
âEw no!â You shake your head, sticking your tongue out like you just ate something disgusting. âThatâs offensive; you donât like my name?â Jungkook puts you gently on the bed, crossing his arms in front of him, making his muscles flex as he watches you bite your lip while you look up to him.
âOf course I do. Itâs just thatâs the name I scream out when Iâm getting railed. I donât want my son to have that name." You shiver from the thought, leaving Jungkook speechless from your boldness.
âY/n!â He chokes out, "What? Iâm being honest!â You slur, trying to put your shirt over your head, only to get stuck with your hands up in the air. âHelp me!" you whine.
Your husband laughs immediately, helping you take your shirt off before throwing it somewhere in the room. He watches you struggle to reach behind you to unclip your bra.Â
âTurn around, baby; let me help.â He orders, and who are you to say no?
âMkay,â you say, turning around and letting Jungkook unclip it with his hand, making your bra drop onto the bed. And with that, you fall face-first into the bed. "Yeah, no, get up. We need to brush your teeth and take your makeup off. Come on.â Jungkook picks up your frame as you whine loudly.Â
As Jungkook drags you to your guy's shared bathroom in only your skirt, Jungkook sets you up on the sink, and you bring your knees up against you again, making Jungkook want to run into a wall.
Seeing you with your smudge eyeliner and mascara has his thoughts running wild. You are topless, and the tiniest skirt he has ever seen you wear has him imagining how he could bend you over, lift your skirt up, and fuck you raw.
He shakes his thoughts off, getting your light pink toothbrush and lathering it with toothpaste before passing it to you. You lazily brush your teeth with your eye clothes, making small sounds at random times as Jungkook brushes his teeth as well.
âI'm dizzy.. My head is spinning.â You giggle as toothpaste is still in your mouth before spitting it out. Jungkook makes a little bowl with his hand, putting his palm underneath the water and accumulating a good amount before bringing it into your mouth, which you then swish around your mouth before spitting it out into the sink.
âAll done," you clap your hands, trying to get off the counter.
âYou need to take your makeup off; where are your makeup wipes?â Jungkook asks as he goes through all your skincare and makeup.
âHow the fuck do you know what a makeup wipe is?" You slur, your brows furrowing, as you wrap around your legs and up your chest. âBaby what?â Jungkook laughs at your question, knowing he has taken off your makeup countless times before this one.
âI'm mad now.â You pout, pushing your husband's hands off your knees. "Baby, please, I have only taken your makeup off. I promise." Jungkook raises his pinky, which you only glare at.
âDid you fuck her in the legs-up position? Because thatâs our position.â You slur once again, making Jungkook chuckle in front of you.
âBaby, trust me, I would not fuck anyone in any position that isnât you,â he reassures as you stare at his pinky thatâs still in the air. âOkay,â you pout in defeat, interlocking your pinky with his.
âYou canât be lying because thatâs a pinky promise,â you warn. âOf course, baby,â he says, giving you a kiss on your forehead before opening the small packet. âBe gentle," you whine as you stare at your shirtless boyfriend, who takes a wipeout.
He only nods, holding your neck like a necklace to keep your head straight, and starts taking off your makeup. âIâm hungry,â you say as your eyes flutter closed.
âItâs three in the morning, princess; there's nothing open right now.â Jungkook smiles at your scrunched-up expression. âDid you eat all the cookies?" You peek your eye open. âMaybe..â Jungkook whispers, dropping the dirty wipe in the trash can beside him.
âWhat! You donât even share with me anymore.â You mumble as Jungkook picks you up and makes his way to your shared bed, dropping you on it. âI share everything with you, baby,â he says as he undoes his pants to slide into bed with you.
You stare at your husband through your eyelashes as you struggle to take off your skirt. âNeed help?â Jungkook chuckles under breath as his pants fall to the ground, leaving him in only a pair of black boxers, his print clearly visible.
"Mhm," you nod, biting your lip as you tilt your head to the side to get a better view in between his pants as he reaches for the zipper on your skirt, pulling it down. "Up, baby,â he orders. You do as he says and raise your bottom up, letting him pull your skirt off, leaving you in your thong.
Jungkook drops the skirt on the floor as he watches you lying on the bed with nothing but the black piece of clothing covering your center. His breath rises as he watches you reach between your legs and move your panties to the side, giving him a perfect view of you.
âIâm so wet, baby, help me,â you whine as you run a finger through your drenched slit. "Baby, I canât,â he hushes as his dick twitches in his briefs.Â
âIâm not that drunk anymore, I promise.â You mumble, giving your pussy a little slap. âFuck,â you moan.
Jungkook very much wanted nothing but to slam into you in this exact moment, but did he really not have self-control when it came to you? He thought to himself.
"Please... if not, Iâll just fuck myself with my fingers.â You giggled, bringing your index and middle fingers up to your mouth, sucking and twirling your tongue on the tips, all while remaining eye contact with your husband, whoâs fighting with himself whenever he wants to control himself or fuck you into the mattress.
But when Jungkook saw you insert a finger, he realized he didnât have self-control when it came to you, and actually, he could give zero fucks about it, plus one thousand was nothing compared to you.
âFuck it!â Jungkook grabbed a hold of your hands before pinning them up to your head, making you giggle loudly. âHi.â You giggle as his face is just a few inches away from yours, and his eyes scan your face. âHi.â He chuckles and smashes his lips against yours.
You moan softly as he wastes no time inserting his tongue into your mouth. His tongue glides along yours, making noise each time you part apart to breathe. Jungkook abandons your lips, moving to your neck, licking, sucking, and blowing.
âI want to eat you out,â he mumbles into your neck between sucking, leaving purplish red marks. He slowly makes his way down your body, all while remaining in eye contact with you. You use your elbows to prop yourself up, getting a clear view of your husband between your legs.
He chuckles, blowing a kiss to your clit making your hips buck forward, a choked moan leaves your mouth. âYouâre dripping for me." He runs a finger through your puffy slit, spreading your arousal all over your pussy.Â
You feel your wetness ooze down to your puckered hole and maybe even to the gray sheets underneath you. Jungkook tauntingly hovered over your aching center. âPlease, fuck,â you buck your hips up again, making him pin you down.
Jungkook gives your cunt a long and slow lick, âshit.â You whine, your legs squeezing around his face, as he starts lapping on your clit, swirling and sucking. His saliva and your juices mixing together.
He pushes your legs up, spreading your pussy more for him. As he continues to suck harshly on your clit your fingers rake in his hair, pulling roughly whenever he would non-stop flick his tongue on your bud, making you shake. "Fuck, youâre going to make cum.â Your eyes roll back into your head.
Jungkooks cock is painfully hard in his briefs; he shifts from his position in hope to relieve some of the pressure, but it only twitches in return. Your husband brings his tattooed fingers in front of your face and says, "Suck.â He orders, and he doesn't have to ask twice.
You grab ahold of his hand and insert his three large fingers into your mouth, twirling your tongue on the tip and sucking like you would if you were on your knees in front of him.
A rush of blood rushes to his cock as he watches you suck on his fingers. You pop his fingers out of your mouth.
He tugs on your clit one last time before rubbing your sensitive bud slowly. You choke out a moan.
Jungkook inserts one of his finger pumping it in and out of your gummy walls, sending you back into the mattress. âFuck yes,â you cry. He inserts a second finger, pumping them out quickly, curling them inside you, and hitting your spot each time. You grip tightly onto the sheet as you start to feel dizzy. âIâm coming, shit shit shit,â you cry out. You try to push Jungkook off you as he slides his fingers in and out of you repeatedly, with his tongue flicking your clit sending you over the edge.
Your mouth hangs open as your body shakes uncontrollably. Your pussy clenches around Jungkook's fingers. A rush of fluid squirts out of you, leaving you shaking and gasping for air.
âpretty.â Jungkook chuckles under his breath, giving your pussy a small slap and making you whine from the overstimulation.
Jungkook stands up, watching you squeeze your legs together with your eyes closed and chest heaving. âYou good, baby?â He leans over, kissing your face over and over again until you peek your eyes open, and you giggle nonstop.
âFuck!â You giggle, making Jungkook raise an eyebrow. âSo good,â you giggle, âyeah?â He smirks, leaning in to give you a kiss.
âMhm.â You nod, kissing him back. âLet me return the favor.â You reach for his huge hard on, squeezing.
âLet me just fuck you.â He whispers into your mouth as you giggle in response.
âOkay.â You nod. Jungkook slowly stands up from the bed as you watch him push down his briefs, letting his cock spring free. He grabs ahold of the base, giving it a squeeze, and runs his thumb along his aching red slit before walking closer to you. You bite your lip in anticipation, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.
He spits down, letting his saliva drip down onto his cock before giving it two pumps, âlegs up. â He taps your thigh for you to do as he says.
You giggle, pushing your legs up, giving your husband an amazing view of your drenched spread out, dripping core.
âFuck,â he says, aligning himself with your hole and slapping his cock on your pussy multiple times. "Shit, ah,â you moan, digging your nails into your thighs.
Jungkook watches as you clench your pussy over nothing, making his cock twitch. He runs his length over your slit before sliding into you. âOh shit.â You gasp, biting your lip harshly.
Jungkook has always been too big for you, always stretching you out deliciously every time you had sex. Your pussy always took him so well.
"Shit, shit, shit,â you say, closing your eyes as you feel the burn of him sliding deeper into you. âYou can take it, baby.â He hushes, pushing in deeper, and he rubs your clit with his thumb, trying to ease you.Â
You can feel him all the way into your belly as he finally is all the way in you. âYou take me so well, fuck, baby.â Jungkook groans as you clench non-stop around him.
"Move, fuck, ah,â you cry. You didnât have to ask twice, as he started sliding out of your hole before slamming back in. Your nails dig into your thighs, leaving marks as he continues to slide in and out of you repeatedly.Â
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he slams roughly into you. His hands push your legs down to your chest as he fucks into you, his cock spreading your walls and his tip hitting your g-spot with each thrust.
Jungkook watches his cock disappear into your messy wet cunt; he watches how you spasm every time he pounds into you; your pussy squirts every time he pulls out; but he doesnât stop; he continues to slam back in.
Tears stream down your face from the immense pleasure in your core as you reach between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously. âSuch a good fucking girl, taking my cock so well.â Jungkook says between gritted teeth, as you only reply with a moan.
âLook at you squirting all over my cock.â He pulls out, spurs of liquid come rushing out of you, and your legs shake as your pussy convulses from each spurt. âAhh fuck.â You moan as Jungkook rubs your pussy; your hands reach for his, trying to push him away, but failing as you orgasm with a long, loud moan.
âGood girl.â He groans.
âI can't... fuck,â you choke out, trying to catch your breath. "Yes, you can." Jungkook flips you over to your stomach. âAss up.â He demands giving your ass a spank.Â
You bring your ass up in the air, leaving your upper body laying on the bed totally spent. âFuck pussy, so messy." Jungkook runs his cock through your pussy before sliding back in.
"Shit, this angle fucks me up,â he groans, getting ahold of your waist and squeezing roughly, probably leaving marks, as he slams into you. You dig your head into the mattress, biting onto the sheets, silencing your screams. The wet sound of him pounding into you and your screams are the only things being heard in the room.
âYou love being fucked like this, huh?â He moans, pounding into you from behind. You donât reply.Â
He pulls out and pulls your hair up. âAnswer me. You love being fucked like this, huh?â He whispers into your ear, your back arched against him.
âYes.â You cry, and tears stream down your face. âYes what? Baby.â He chuckles from your disheveled state, âI love being fucked like this.â You stutter over your words; the only thing your brain can comprehend is that you wanted to come again for the third time.
And with that, he lets you go. As you fall back down onto the bed, Jungkook spreads your ass cheeks, watching your pussy and asshole clench over nothing. âSpread open.â He orders you.
Jungkook watches how you do as he says and spread yourself open for him. He takes the base of his cock and aligns himself with your other hole. He rubs over some of your arousal to your asshole, inserting the tip of his cock before pushing the rest of his length inside you, âFuckk.â You moan loudly, "Relax, baby.â He groans loudly at how tight it is.
This is not the first time Jungkook has fucked your ass, but the stretch of his cock always feels like the first time. He stays for a few moments, still waiting for you to adjust. "Go," you whimper. A green light for him to thrust.
He spreads you open more, watching his cock slip out of your hole before thrusting back in slowly. You moan under him, and you reach under him, rubbing your clit softly as tears run down your cheeks.
âSuch a good fucking girl.â Jungkook moans, squeezing your ass and restraining himself from pounding into you at that very moment.
You insert two of your fingers into your pussy, sliding them in and out as Jungkook slides his cock into your ass. "Faster, please,â you whine, fucking your fingers into you as Jungkook speeds up his movements.
Your legs shake barely holding up as he pounds into roughly moaning loudly each time you clench, âYou fucking like that?â He chokes out each slam he thrusts into you. âKeep taking it, baby.â His balls slam into your pussy, which each push.
âFuck so good.â He moans, not stopping his movements. Both of you are sweating as you bite down on the gray sheets, feeling your pussy spasms with liquid with each thrust. âIâm coming.â You shriek,
âGo ahead, baby.â Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head, watching you shake underneath him. His body locks up, and black and white spots fill his vision as his dick twitches in you before spilling his seed into you with a loud groan.
âOh fuck.â Jungkook pants as he slides out of your ass, his come oozing out of you. You fall onto the bed, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you whimper softly from the outstanding orgasm you just went through.
"Fuck, are you okay, baby?â Jungkook makes his way to you, flipping you over to be able to see your face. You whimper softly with your hands covering your face. "Shit, baby, did I hurt you?â He panics, shooting straight up and taking your hands off your face.
He sees the tears streaming down your face, and that sends a blow to his heart. "Baby, where does it hurt?â He scans your body and tries to soothe your shaking legs, rubbing his palms up and down your thighs.
âIâm okay.â You whimper between cries.Â
âThen why are you crying, my love?â He pulls you up into a sitting position before kissing your tear-stained cheeks. "felt so good.â You cry. A wave of relief hits Jungkook. "Baby," he chuckles, giving you kisses all over your face.
âI wonât be able to walk tomorrow.â You cry as he laughs softly while standing up, finding his briefs on the ground before stepping into them. He goes into your guys' shared closet looking for a pair of underwear for you and one of his shirts.
"Here, baby, let me help you.â He makes his way to you; he sits beside you as he helps you put on your panties and his shirt.
âDo you need anything?â Jungkook asks, putting your hair behind your ear. âNo, I'm super tired; I want to cuddle.â You say snuggling under the covers with a big smile on your face, and Jungkook follows in beside you.
âŠ
The next morning, Jungkook called in for an emergency meeting as he was waiting for the boys to come in. Taehyung arrives first with a guilty expression on his face, and before Jungkook could ask whatâs up, Hoseok and Namjoon come striding in. And not long after, Seokjin, Jimin, and Yoongi came in.
âSo..â Jungkook starts, âI fucked up.â And with that, he drops a thousand on the table in front of the boys. Nobody moves, and nobody says anything until, "Oh, thank God, and I thought it was going to be just me." Taehyung drops a wad of cash, with the rest of the boys following along, dropping cash on the table.
âAre you fucking serious!?â Namjoon stares at his friends with his jaw wide open. âAm I the only one who took this seriously?â Namjoon shook his head at his friends.
âHonestly, I don't regret it at all.â Jungkook shrugs.
genre: fake dating au, f2l, christmas au, smut [18+] Put your age in your bio so you donât get blocked please đ this is an 18+ blog
summary: Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friendâs ad.
You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that youâre in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.
wc: 14.3k
warnings: pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart, honey, love, darling, good girl, doll), food/food mention, mention of conning JK's grandmother, mention of a blowup doll, making out, marking (scratching, biting, hickeys), jungkook has a motorcycle but his grandmother forbids him from using it while she's there, mention of jungkook's grandfather's death, one-bed trope, mention of slot machines, mention of a breeding kink, reader is on the pill, mention of being self-conscious (reader), mention of drowning in melting snow due to embarrassment, hair pulling, jungkook is a consent king (and it's hot af, okay?), fingering (f. receiving), handjob (m. receiving), oral sex (f. giving), unprotected sex, spanking, multiple orgasms, creampie
a/n: a HUGE thank you to @btsgotjams27 for allowing me to scream about this JK in her inbox for weeks! and for helping me go over the ending! thank you, thank you, thank you!
read part one here
date: January 12, 2024
The moment you set foot in Jungkookâs family home, it was like stepping foot in a department store the day after Thanksgiving.Â
Holiday decor sits on every inch of the living room wallâthere are snowflakes, snowmen, Santas, and jolly words on every bit you see.
A giant Christmas tree takes up a large portion of the living room in a corner far from the fireplace. Large red bows hung from the branches, and a gold star sat on the top. A candle on the coffee table burns, filling the home with its vanilla cookie scent.Â
The dining room had an elegant arrangement of candles and ribbons. A glass jar of red and gold ornaments sat in the middle as a centerpiece.Â
âJungkook!â Came an elated greeting from the kitchen. An older woman came rushing toward him, her hands cupping his cheeks as she hugged him tightly.Â
Jungkook grunted when he was pulled to her height, swaying side to side as she hugged him.Â
âNever leave me,â she nearly sobbed dramatically. You bit back a laugh.Â
âMom,â Jungkook wheezed. âYouâre scaring my girlfriend. She doesnât know youâre joking.â
âIâm not joking,â his mom laughs as she squeezes him one last time before releasing him.Â
âMom!â
Jungkookâs mom ignored him as she stepped toward you.Â
âHello,â you wave meekly. You introduce yourself, and she smiles.Â
âIâm Aera,â Jungkookâs mom introduces herself as she pulls you into a hug. âItâs so nice to meet you! Jungkook said nothing but good things about you. I swear heâs so in love!â
âMom!â Jungkook hissed as he ran his hand over his face.Â
You giggle, linking arms with Aera. âIs that so?â
Jungkook watches as the two of you head toward the kitchen, arm in arm, while he rolls the suitcases further into the house after shutting the front door.Â
âOh, Jungkook,â his mom says as she has you sit at the table. âYouâre in Seojunâs old room, and this sweetheart is in yours.â
Jungkook nods as he locks eyes with you, silently asking if youâll be okay for a few minutes while he takes the luggage upstairs.Â
âOoh, chocolate,â you grin as you take the chocolate and take a bite. You moan from how good it tastes, melting right on your tongue.Â
Aera claps her hands, turning on her heel as she grabs a few more desserts for you to try.Â
By the time Jungkook joins you, youâre on your third dessert.Â
âMom,â he sighs. âPlease donât force-feed my girlfriend. She just got here.â
Aera frowns at her son. âFine. You open up.â
Jungkook dodges a brownie bite and sits beside you. His mom heads back to the kitchen to grab drinks as the front door opens and shuts.Â
âSorry,â Jungkook apologizes. âI told her to wait at least thirty minutes before she stuffed you full of chocolate and desserts.â
âHello,â a voice calls. You smile, though nerves still eat at you when you realize Jungkookâs father has arrived home.Â
âDad!â Jungkook rises from his seat to hug his dad tightly. Jungkook looks just like him, though a little taller and broader.Â
You rise from your seat, wiping your hands on your pants in a poor attempt to clean them.Â
You introduce yourself to Jungkookâs dad, shaking his hand.Â
âNice to meet you, honey. Iâm Dae.â
âWeâre gonna go get settled in,â Jungkook says as he takes your hand. âWeâll be down for dinner.â
âWhen am I seeing Jimin, Joon, Tae, Jin, and Yoongi?â Aera asks her son. âItâs bad enough that Hoseok wonât join us this year.â
âHe had plans, Mom,â Jungkook explained.
âLove, the kids just got home to their parents. Let them take their shoes off before you host a reunion,â Dae chuckles. Aera nods, going for her house phone to ring up Jiminâs mom across the street to chat about their boys.Â
Jungkook uses the distraction to lead you toward the stairs.Â
âIâm so sorry,â Jungkook groans as he plops down on the desk chair of his old bedroom. âI thought I had a minute or something before she started feeding you.â
âItâs okay,â you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck. âYour mom is just excited.â
âIâll say,â Jungkook grumbles as he wraps his arms around your waist. âThanks for doing this.â
âNo problem! Besides, those brownie bites are delicious!â
Jungkook chuckles. âThereâs plenty more downstairs. Lemme show you around.â
Jungkook shows you where the bathroom is. His room is across the hall from yours, while his parents' room is further down the hallway. Thereâs another stairway upstairs that leads to the entertainment/game room. Downstairs is an office, a guest bathroom, and a laundry room.Â
The backyard is through the back door in the kitchen, and the door near the living room leads to the garage. Itâs all pretty simple to memorize. Youâll mostly be on the second floor unless you have to use the kitchen or living room.Â
By the time youâre back in the kitchen, Jiminâs sitting at one of the chairs with a plate full of brownies and a glass of milk. He gives you a chocolaty smile as Mrs. Jeon sets a plate of cookies beside him.Â
âGot enough to share, Jimin?â Jungkook asks as he pulls a chair out for you before he sits beside you.Â
âNo,â Jimin swallows his bite and downs half a glass of milk.Â
âJimin,â Aera laughs, and Jimin reluctantly pushes the plate of cookies toward you and Jungkook.Â
âSo,â Dae smiles at you. âHow did you and Jungkook meet?â
âSchool.â
âJimin.â You say, cringing at Jungkookâs answer being different from yours.Â
His parents look confused for a moment before Jimin speaks up.
âI met her in one of my classes, and we became friends. Then Jungkook stole her from me,â Jimin jokes.Â
Jungkook turns red. âI didnât steal her! You said you were just friends!â
You laugh with his parents. The two men bicker back and forth like children.Â
âI always had a crush on Jungkook. The moment I saw him, I knew he was special,â you admit. Jungkook pauses his fake fight to look at you; his eyes are soft, and something sparkles deep within.Â
Even Jimin stares silently. He knew you had a crush on Kook the moment you laid eyes on him, but there was no way you were this great of an actress. After all, he had been the one to go with you to audition for Cinderella, and you tanked. Sorry to say so.
âOh, isnât that sweet?! True love!â Aera sings as she clasps her hands.Â
âMom!â Jungkook protests, feeling his ears burn from embarrassment. Perhaps he should have prepared you for his over-enthusiastic parents.Â
âI hear wedding bells!â Aera continues until Dae grabs her and leads her out of the room.Â
âCome on, letâs go get their pajamas.â
The three of you wait until you hear their footsteps disappear up the stairs.Â
Jimin exhales dramatically. âYou couldnât even get the first lie correct?â
âWe tried!â Jungkook hisses in response.
âYeah,â you nod vehemently. âWe got it right anyhow. We just fumbled a bit. No biggie.â
âThe group chat isnât gonna like this,â Jimin sighs. âAre you sure you can pull this off without us here?â
âIt was just a little mishap,â Jungkook waved his hand. âWeâve got this.â
Jimin looks unsure but says nothing else as he gulps his milk down and rises from his seat.Â
âOkay, I better get back to my family. I only snuck out for treats.â
You laugh as you hug him after heâs set his glass in the dishwasher.Â
âCome around whenever,â Jimin instructs, kissing your forehead before waving to Jungkook.Â
âWhatâs up next?â You ask your boyfriend.Â
âProbably Christmas pajamas and a movie, then dinner and bedtime,â Jungkook replies as his parents' footsteps come down the stairs.
âHere they come.â
The evening flies by after you receive your pajamas. You thank the Jeons profusely as you put them on.Â
The couple has gone to bed, leaving you and Jungkook to finish the last two minutes of the movie.Â
Jungkook begins to clean up as soon as the credits roll before the two of you head up the stairs.Â
Hushed voices greet you as you reach the landing.Â
âI donât know, Dae. Something seems fishy,â Aera said softly.Â
âYouâre overthinking this, love. Maybe theyâre just respectful or shy.â Dae countered.Â
âWell, SaraĂ and Seojun were always kissing and hugging. It just seems a little off.â Aera states.Â
Jungkook looks at you, worry evident on his face.
âMaybe theyâre not as comfortable with PDA. Thatâs fine by me,â Dae chuckles as he tells his wife to go to bed.Â
Aera does so reluctantly.
Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom you are occupying for your stay. He shuts the door as quietly as possible before he sits on the bed and pats the spot beside him.Â
Once youâre on the bed sitting beside him, he wrings his hands in his lap.Â
âI suppose we need to be more hands-on,â he states nervously.
âHow about we wake up early tomorrow and watch a movie in the living room? We can cuddle and kiss a little when we hear them get up,â you suggest.Â
Jungkook nods in agreement.Â
âDo you need anything before I go?â
You walk Jungkook to the bedroom door. You bite your bottom lip, suddenly feeling shy. He is your fake boyfriend, though.
âA goodnight kiss?â
Jungkookâs cheeks warm at your words, but he gently grips your chin with his fingers before he presses his lips to yours. Your hands grip his shirt, holding him close as the kiss deepens and your lips muffle his moans.Â
âGood night,â Jungkook whispers with one last kiss to your lips.Â
âGood night,â you whisper as you watch him go. Your heart flutters as you shut the door and press your back against it. You squeal in delight and faintly hear Jungkook chuckle as he heads to his room.Â
You ignore the heat that rises to your cheeks before scrambling to get into bed.Â
The next morning, Jungkook shakes you awake gently. âCome on, darling.â
âMmh,â you whine, swatting at him in your sleep.Â
Jungkook dodges the next swipe, capturing your hand and kissing your palm.Â
âBaby,â he whispers as he shakes you again. You curse, peering open one eye and then the other.Â
âYouâre lucky youâre cute,â you grumble as you sit up. Jungkook grins smugly. âOr Iâd bop you on that cute nose of yours.â
Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. âCome on, babe. My parents will be up soon.â
âIâm sleepy,â you huff but get out of bed and follow Jungkook downstairs. Heâs already got a movie playing in the background and two mugs of hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table.Â
You try not to squeal in excitement when you see heâs poured yours into a snowman mug.Â
By the time Jungkookâs parents make their way downstairs, the both of you are cuddling on the couch. Jungkookâs got your head on his shoulder, feeding you pretzels and holding your hand.Â
Aera and Dae exchange a look but say nothing other than their morning greetings as they get ready for work.Â
Dae is out in ten minutes, promising to be home early, while Aera stops by the living room to kiss each of you on the top of your head on her way out.Â
âSeojun and SaraĂ will be here for dinner,â she calls as she grabs her keys and heads out the door.Â
You spend the day with Jungkook watching movies and playing video games upstairs. Jimin and Joon pop in for a quick visit, but their parents call them home for lunch and they leave you alone with Jungkook again.Â
âI think weâre doing pretty well,â you muse as you hold Jungkookâs hand while he waits for the game to load on the TV screen.Â
He chuckles. âSeojun might mess it up.â
You giggle, shaking your head.Â
âI think weâve got this,â you state as you kiss his cheek, his jaw, and the mole beneath his lip. Jungkook sighs happily, dropping the controller on the carpet before he cups your face.Â
Fake or not, he genuinely enjoyed kissing you. He wouldnât pass up the opportunity to do so now.Â
You moan when he pushes you back onto the couch, your legs on either side of his hips. His lips feel soft against yours as your hands slide under his shirt.Â
âKook,â you moan softly as you move your head to allow him more room, his lips burning in their wake as he trails kisses down to the collar of your shirt.Â
Your fingers weave through his long black hair, tugging when his lips nip at your skin. He moans your name softly, groaning when you beg him for more.Â
His hand grips your hip, squeezing as his hips rock against you. A curse escapes you as you melt beneath his broad shoulders, your nails dragging down his back.Â
âFuck, baby.â He groans, his lips finding yours as his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips as the kiss deepens. You whine as you feel him press against you, your hands greedy as you pull him impossibly close.Â
âShit!â A voice startles you.
You pull away from Jungkook, face warm as Jungkook gets off you.Â
âSorry, we should have knocked.â A woman apologizes. Sheâs shorter than Jungkook and the man beside her. Her hair is curly and black, falling in waves down her back. Her beautiful golden skin appears glowing and rivals the brightness of her smile.Â
âWe did knock,â the man says, looking at her. She jutted him in the ribs with her elbow before turning to Jungkook.Â
âWeâll be downstairs,â she announced in a rush as she shoved the man out the door before shutting it.Â
Jungkook groans, hiding his cherry-red face in his hands. âThat was Seojun and SaraĂ.â
âOh!â You exclaim with wide eyes. âFuck.â
âWell,â Jungkook said, carding a hand through his hair. âAt least Seojun will believe us now.â
You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. You wrap your arms around his waist and kiss the corner of his mouth.Â
âTo be continued?â Youâre not sure where this bout of confidence has come from, but you know what you felt, and Jungkook wanted you just like you did him.Â
âTonight?â He asks in a sultry tone that makes you tighten around nothing. His dark-hooded gaze makes your pulse rise, and it takes everything in you not to push him onto the couch and continue where you left off.Â
Jungkook holds your gaze, his tattooed hand resting on your lower back, a little too close to your behind. You bite your bottom lip, and his eyes watch you carefully as you slowly take a step back. Fire builds between you, nearly suffocating you, and youâd gladly let it for another taste of his lips.Â
âTonight,â you whisper as you head for the door. You swallow thickly as you eye him up and down, a hunger pooling deep inside you.Â
Jungkook presses his thumb to his bottom lip as he devours you with his gaze, knowing one more lingering look will be all it takes to have you screaming his name as loud as your lungs allow.Â
Ten minutes later, Jungkook and you join Seojun and SaraĂ in the living room. Jungkook introduced you to the couple as he sat beside you on the loveseat.
âItâs so nice to meet you!â Sarai exclaims. âSeojun thought you were imaginary.â
âBabe,â Seojun protests.Â
âÂżQue no?â Sarai asks him with a raised brow. âDidnât you say Kook probably had a blowup doll?â
 Jungkook and Seojun burn brighter than Rudolphâs nose as they sink into the couches. You laugh along with Sarai at the menâs expense.Â
âI like you,â you said with a bright smile. âWeâre gonna get along just fine.â
Sarai smiled, âWe have to stick together.â
âSaraĂ,â Seojun whines. âWe just got here. You canât recruit my little brotherâs girlfriend against me already.â
âWhy not?â SaraĂ asks with a mischievous grin.Â
A few hours later, SaraĂ and you share the couch upstairs while the Jeon brothers fight over the working controller.Â
SaraĂ follows you on all your socials as she lies beside you. The both of you laugh as you show each other funny TikToks. Despite only knowing her a short amount of time, youâre glad sheâs easygoing and loves to talk. It takes the pressure off you having to recall any information from Joonâs PowerPoint and flashcards, though the information is ready to be pulled at any moment should you need it.
âSo then he takes me to the very top of the building,â SaraĂ gushes as she shows you a photo on her Instagram account. âYou know, the ones with the glass panes you can stand on to overlook the city? Well, I was busy looking at the city while Seojun was turning green behind me! Heâs terrified of heights, but he knew I wanted to go up there since forever, practically!â
âI almost threw up,â Seojun comments as he gives the controller to Jungkook, heâs no longer interested in fighting his younger sibling over the controller that doesnât stick.Â
SaraĂ laughs. âI turned around to tell him to join me. The view was incredible!â
You hang on her every word as she swipes to another photo.Â
âAnd thatâs when I noticed the mariachis and Seojun down on one knee. He even had my family there!â SaraĂ wipes a stray tear as she recounts her proposal and shows you more photos of the grand event.Â
Seojun smiles at SaraĂ, hearts in his eyes. He turns to Jungkook with a raised brow. âItâll be you two before you know it.â
âOh, I donât know about that,â Jungkook coughs as he looks at you for help. His eyes have tripled in size from panic.Â
âYeah,â you nod, feeling like a bobblehead. âWeâve only been together for a bit.â
âFour months?â Seojun asks.
âFive!â You and Jungkook answer in unison, startling the happy couple.Â
You clear your throat. âAlmost six.â
âNowhere near you guys time together,â Jungkook adds as he nervously tweaks the buttons on the controller.Â
SaraĂ waves her hand. âYouâll hear wedding bells before you know it.â
âYeah,â Seojun chuckles. âOurs.â
The two giggled before you and Jungkook exchanged nervous looks.Â
How far would you take this?
Dinner passes without incident. Aera and SaraĂ are elbow-deep in wedding plans, scheduling lunch with SaraĂâs mom before the evening ends.Â
You excuse yourself when your friends show up, and the lot of you head upstairs with a plate of warm cookies accompanied by a tray filled with glasses of milk and mugs of hot chocolate.
Seokjin is on the lookout, watching the door as Joon gets comfortable beside Jimin and Yoongi.Â
âHowâs it going?â Taehyung asks as he takes Jungkookâs phone to upload a few more pictures to Instagram.Â
âYeah,â Joon says through a mouthful of cookies. âJimin says you fucked up the first question Momma Jeon asked.â
âJimin,â Jungkook hisses.Â
âThe first one?â Seokjin scoffs as he looks over his shoulder at you. âBabe, I would have done better.â
âIâm the one who needed to date someone!â Jungkook hisses louder.Â
Seokjin shrugs. âI said what I said.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes at his friends and calms down when you grip his arm.Â
âHis parents thought we werenât all over each other like SaraĂ and Seojun. We have to kick it up a little for them,â you state, your lip caught between your teeth.Â
âDamn,â Yoongi sighs. âIf they see through it, your grandmother wonât fall for it, Kook.â
âDonât give up now,â Jimin insists while holding a rough sketch. âWeâve worked so hard for this. I already started designing my room in Kookâs new place.â
âGive me that,â Jungkook rips the paper from Jiminâs hands and crumples it.Â
âI have copies,â Jimin smirks.Â
âLook,â Taehyung speaks up. âWeâve all done our part. We just gotta get through it.âÂ
Namjoon nods. âTaeâs right. We all did what we said weâd do, even Hobi. Heâll be in town before the new year, and we canât tell him the plan tanked. We all worked too hard for this. Letâs see it out.â
âIâm in,â Seokjin shrugs, feigning nonchalance by looking at his nails.
âSame,â Yoongi and Jimin add with a firm nod.Â
Joon and Tae look at the two of you.
Jungkook looks at you, and you nod. You were already knee-deep in it; might as well make it to the other side.Â
âAlright, weâre in,â Jungkook states ruefully.Â
âDonât worry, one of us will try to be around when Grandmother Jeon arrives. Itâll be a piece of cake!â Jimin grins.Â
It was not a piece of cake.Â
And if it was, it was a shit cake.
Grandmother Jeon rolled up with enough suitcases to rival a traveling circus.Â
âMother,â Dae gasps as he greets her at the front door. âWhatâs all this?â
âOh, you wouldnât believe the day Iâve had!â Jungkookâs grandmother huffs as Dae and Jungkook help bring in the suitcases.Â
Aera dashes to the kitchen for refreshments, and you hurry after her in a panic.Â
âFirst, I misplaced my bingo winnings on the train. Then, they threatened to kick me off because Luna wouldnât stop barking!â Grandmother Jeon looks at all her bags until Jungkook holds one away from him while he pinches his nose.Â
âOh, there she is! Kook be a dear and take her outside. Rinse her dog carrier for me. These old bones arenât what they used to be,â she says as Dae helps her to the couch and then shuts the front door.Â
âMother,â Dae said as he sat beside her. âWhy didnât you call?â
âOh, I didnât want to be a bother!â She waves her hand about. Her glasses slip down her nose, and her hat is tilted.Â
âYouâre never a bother, Mom,â Dae states as he helps her out of her shoes and faux fur coat.Â
âGood,â Grandmother Jeon states firmly. âBecause Luna and I need a place to stay for the holidays.â
Jungkook freezes with Luna, a yapping black and white chihuahua in his arms. âWhat?â
Dae sends a glare at his son. âOf course, you can stay with us. What happened?â
âDang cellphone made my reservations for next Christmas,â Grandmother Jeon huffed. âDang things are called smartphones, more like dumb phones. Scheduled me for the wrong year!â
Dae exchanges a look with Jungkook, but neither says a word as you and Aera walk into the living room with coffee and cookies.Â
âOh, Aera! You look lovely! Keeping my boys in line?â Grandmother Jeon asks with a smile.Â
âAlways! We're so glad youâre staying with us,â Aera says genuinely, hugging the older woman.Â
âOoh, you know me. I gotta spread a little holiday cheer everywhere I go,â Grandmother Jeon jokes before she spots you.Â
âAnd who is this marvelous woman hiding behind you, Aera?âÂ
Jungkook opens the back door, puts Luna out, and rushes to your side before you can blink.Â
âGrandmother Jeon, this is my girlfriend,â Jungkook tells her your name, and her eyes light up like the fairy lights on the Christmas tree.Â
âIâm Grandmother Jeon or Minji, whichever you prefer, dear. Let me look at you,â she coos as she takes your hands and looks you up and down.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â Minji grins widely.Â
âThank you,â you smile shyly.Â
âAnd you know how to take a compliment. I like that! Confidence and a tough exterior are what you need to wrangle in these boys. Theyâll give you more heart attacks than you can handle. Troublesome they are,â Minji shakes her head.Â
âMom!â
âGrandmother!â
âWhat?â Minji raises a brow, daring them to protest further. âAm I lying?â
âNo,â Jungkook and his father shake their heads, avoiding eye contact.Â
âThought so,â Minji laughs. âDonât worry, dear. Jungkook is the least troublesome of them all, though that motorcycle I saw on the driveway is enough to earn a lecture, Jeon Jungkook!â
âBut-!â
âJeon Dae, what did I tell you about my grandbabies riding those!â Minji sighs heavily as she lets you go.Â
âMother,â Dae starts as Minji rises from the couch. âHeâs old enough to make his own decisions.â
Minji whirls on Jungkook, a sharp, well-manicured nail poking his broad chest. âYou stick to driving while Iâm here, sweetie. I donât think my old heart could take it seeing you riding around town on that motorcycle.â
âI promise,â Jungkook raises his hand, and Minji grins, reaching to pinch his cheek.Â
âGood boy,â she states before releasing him. âNow whoâs gonna show this old bag of bones and her pup to her room?â Â
âMother, youâre only-â Dae is cut off by a glare so icy it could freeze Hell and all its inhabitants.Â
âGet my dog, son. She gets cold without her winter wear,â Minji grumbles as she heads towards the stairs. âSheâs your little sister, after all. You should treat her as such.â
âMother,â Dae sighs heavily, but he knows itâs a losing battle. He opens the back door instead, and Luna walks into the home after wiping her feet on the mat.Â
âJungkook, sweetie, be a doll and get her wipes from the pink bag for me. I have to get her cleaned up before dinner,â Minji says as Dae hands her the little chihuahua.Â
âSheâs not going to expect Luna to have a seat at the table, is she?â You ask Jungkookâs mom as you watch Dae and Jungkook carry her bags up the stairs.Â
Aera says your name with a whimsical smile. âExpect the unexpected.â
Jungkook knows youâre trying your best not to stare, but you fail miserably.
Dinner is in the dining room with the large dining table that seats twelve, but there are only eight of you tonight.Â
Dae sits at the head of the table with his wife on the left and his mother on the right. Beside Aera, Jungkook has taken his spot while you sit beside him. However, you canât help but look at Luna in her high chair across from him.Â
Seojun sits across from you with SaraĂ on his right. She smiles politely as she tries to muffle a laugh in her napkin. She was as surprised as you the first time Minji rolled into town with her dog and the high chair.Â
Youâre sure Luna is eating out of a crystal bowl and drinking from a crystal goblet. The only thing that sparkles more than both is the ring sitting on SaraĂâs finger.
âSo, sweetheart,â Minji starts as she dabs at her mouth. âHow did you meet our Kookie?â
âMother,â Dae shoots an annoyed look her way that she waves off with a perfectly manicured hand.Â
âIâm merely curious,â Minji smiles softly, her pearls draped over her bubblegum pink dress. Thereâs not a silver hair out of place, nor is her lipstick smudged from eating and enjoying a glass of wine with dinner.Â
âWe met through Jimin,â Jungkook answers for you, but Minji continues to stare at you, awaiting a response.Â
âWe met through Jimin at school. Jimin and I shared a class and introduced me to Jungkook and his friends. I had a crush on him since the first time I saw him,â you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks as Jungkook takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before setting it on the table.Â
âSo, who broke first?â Seojun asks with interest, ignoring his âauntâ as she chews on her steak.Â
âJungkook,â you giggle as you recite the story Yoongi had concocted. âWe went on a walk after dinner one night and he confessed. Asked me out for the next night, and weâve been dating ever since.â
âWe went to the beach for our first date,â Jungkook adds. âShared a milkshake on the boardwalk.â
âMy Kookie finally found someone!â Minji claps her hands, startling the dog beside her.Â
âDo you have pictures?â Aera questions as she rises from the table.Â
Luna finishes her meal, and Dae takes her outside while Jungkook and Seojun clear the table. You send Jungkook a wary look, but he smiles in reassurance, mouthing, âYouâve got this.â
âLetâs head to the living room for tea and hot chocolate,â Aera said as she dashed to the kitchen to grab drinks and desserts.Â
SaraĂ goes to help her while you help Minji to the couch.Â
âI donât know how to snoop on the phone like Seojun loves to do,â Minji laughs as you take your phone out of your pocket.Â
âAh, thereâs my boy,â Minji says as she adjusts her glasses to look at your Lock Screen. A photo of you and Jungkook in matching Christmas sweaters greets her.Â
âHe looks at you the way his grandfather looked at me before he passed. Love is a magical thing, dear. It can get you through almost anything,â Minji says, full of wonder as she stares off into the distance for a moment before she clears her throat.Â
Your heart sinks in your chest. Jungkook hadnât mentioned his grandfather before and seeing Minji now and going through with this plan was making you feel sick.Â
âI hope we didnât miss anything,â SaraĂ sings as she sets down a tray of hot drinks. She hands one to Minji before she takes one for herself.Â
Aera and Dae join you, while Luna curls up under the Christmas tree on the tree skirt beside the presents.Â
âI hope we did,â Jungkook utters, only to be elbowed by his older brother.Â
âI saw a few photos on Instagram this week,â Seojun comments as he grabs a cookie. âYou both look cute.â
SaraĂ helps Aera log into her account so she can see the photos on Instagram while you show Minji the pictures on your phone.Â
âThe two of you are adorable,â Minji coos as you show her another photo. Jungkook watches on from beside his father, the two sharing the couch closest to the fireplace.Â
For a moment, Jungkook can pretend that itâs real. That you fit into his family perfectly, just like SaraĂ does. That they adore you just like he does and that you could possibly love him.
Thirty minutes later, Minji is yawning and calling for Luna. The two head upstairs slowly, yawning and wishing everyone a good night.Â
âOh, dear,â Aera says as she looks at you and Jungkook. âWe gave Grandmother Jeon Seojunâs old room.â
You look at Jungkook with wide eyes.Â
âYou donât mind sharing Jungkookâs old room, do you?â Aera asked as she and SaraĂ cleared up the drinks and cookies. âItâll be just like at home.â
âUm⊠yeah,â you cough as you look at your feet. âJust like home.â
âPerfect,â Dae says as he helps clean up. âWhy donât the two of you unpack in Jungkookâs room, and weâll see you in the morning?â
âSure, Dad,â Jungkook takes your hand, saying goodnight to his family before leading you up the stairs.Â
On the landing, you hear his grandmother and Luna snoring already, and you wonder how they could fall asleep so quickly.Â
Jungkook leads you into the bedroom and shuts the door, pressing himself against it.Â
Youâre careful not to trip on his suitcase as you open yours to get your pajamas out. Youâve been following Hoseokâs strict clothing schedule and youâve sent Hoseok photo confirmation every day so far.
âIâm so sorry,â Jungkook whispers as he walks toward you. âI never thought this would happen.â
âWhat do we do?âÂ
âIâll sleep upstairs in the game room,â Jungkook answers. His back already hurts from imagining a night on the lumpy couch.Â
âYour parents will know somethingâs up,â you hissed in response.Â
âIâll sleep on the floor, then,â Jungkook shrugs. âProblem solved.â
âBut itâs your room. Your bed.â
âAnd I got you into this mess,â Jungkook frowns. âItâs only for a few nights, anyway. No biggie.â
You bite your lip but say nothing as you take your pajamas and step out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom. You change and brush your teeth before going to the room once again. Â
Jungkook goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and do his skincare routine before returning to the room.Â
He grabs extra blankets from the closet and a few pillows before he lies down on the floor. Â
The two of you stare at the ceiling in silence.Â
âWell, this is awkward,â Jungkook chuckles.
You throw a stuffed animal at him.Â
âJungkook!â
âWhat? You were thinking about it!â
âYou didnât have to say it,â you grumble as you roll on your side to stare at him. You pull the covers over your shoulders, shivering in your oversized tee and pajama shorts. Hoseok dropped the ball with this one outfit, but maybe he didnât care too much about your sleeping clothes.Â
âGoodnight, sweet girlfriend of mine,â Jungkook coos, wiggling his toes in those dreaded toe socks.Â
âGoodnight,â you huff, sticking your tongue out at him.
Wednesday greeted you with Lunaâs obnoxious barking.Â
You groaned as you placed a pillow over your head, hoping to drown out the sound, but alas, it was no use.Â
âKoo,â you whine, throwing a pillow at him. He grunts in response from his makeshift bed on the floor.Â
âI hear it too,â he murmurs as he tries to cling to sleep, but itâs useless.Â
Cursing, Jungkook sits up. He stretches and yawns for a minute before getting to his feet and folding his makeshift bed of blankets and pillows. His back and neck would be hating him all day.Â
With all the excitement of Grandmother Jeon and your new sleeping arrangements, there wasnât any time for any practice.Â
Now you have bedhead and morning breath, and god, you hope you donât have dried drool on the corner of your mouth. You canât let Jungkook see you like this!
âClose your eyes!â You hiss as you scramble out of his bed.Â
Jungkook's eyes widen in alarm. âWhat?! Why?!âÂ
âJust do it! Donât look at me!â You hiss as you hear the barking move further away. You try to step over your fake boyfriend but trip on a blanket and fall beside him.Â
Jungkook grunts when you elbow him in the stomach, and before either of you can move, the door opens, and Jungkookâs mother stands there with wide eyes.Â
âUm, breakfast will be ready in a bit,â she says as she shuts the door as quickly as possible. Perhaps next time sheâll remember to knock, but after the commotion, she was worried someone was hurt.Â
âGreat,â Jungkook sighs as he falls back into his pillows to stare at the ceiling.Â
What a great way to start his morning.
Jungkookâs parents and grandmother are gone for the rest of the day. Something about slot machines and Grandmother Jeon feeling lucky⊠or did she say she was gonna get lucky?
âLuna Patrice Jeon,â you huff, stomping your foot as you try to get her coat on her, but she wriggles in Jungkookâs beefy arms.Â
The two of you were supposed to be outside five minutes ago, and all your friends and their dogs were waiting for you and Jungkook.Â
Jungkook had managed to put Lunaâs booties on, but she was a squirmy little thing when it came to her coat and earmuffs. Minji had been very thorough with her instructions, and Jungkook promised to watch his aunt.Â
His dog-aunt.
âHi, pretty girl,â Seokjin coos as he lets himself into the Jeon home.Â
Luna pants as Seokjin rubs between her ears and easily gets the coat on her. About four inches of snow had fallen overnight, and the dogs were eager to play at the park just down the road.Â
âThere we go, Luna. That wasnât so bad, huh?â Seokjin grins as he kisses the dog on the forehead and puts the earmuffs on.Â
âGod, heâs a dog whisperer,â Jungkook rolls his eyes, but Seokjin ignores him as he sets Luna in the stroller with her blanket and some treats. He zips the stroller shut and carries it out onto the sidewalk.Â
âI canât help it if the ladies love me,â Seokjin smirks as he sends a wink your way. You smile bashfully, giggling when he blows you a kiss.Â
âHey!â Jungkook stomps his foot. His cute bunny nose scrunching. âYouâre my girlfriend!â
âBetter keep her close, JK!â Jimin teases as he pushes his dog stroller.Â
Namjoon and his little dog wear matching coats and booties, leading the group down the road. Taehyung pushes his stroller, where his Pomeranian sleeps wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and Seokjin carries Hoseokâs dog that he may have snatched for this outing.Â
âWho knew weâd end up pushing strollers this Christmas break instead of clubbing,â Yoongi chuckles as he meets up with you at the end of the block. In his stroller with the spinning rims sits his dog, Holly.
âAlmost seems like weâre growing up,â Taehyung wipes a fake tear from his cheek as the group pushes the strollers on the sidewalk.Â
âWho do you think will push one of these with an actual child first?â Namjoon asks as his dog sniffs the snow, his nose freezing at the contact.Â
âJungkook,â the group answers as Jimin and Taehyung push their strollers in a light jog, racing to the first tree they see a few feet away.Â
âPfft, why me? Iâm the baby,â Jungkook protests.Â
âArenât you the one with the breeding kink?â Yoongi smirks as he walks past the two of you.
Jungkook is left flabbergasted. His face rivals a tomatoâs as he feels his ears burn just as bright.Â
âI told you that in confidence!â
âWhoops!â Yoongi cackles as he joins the race between Tae and Jimin. Â
Jungkook wonders if four inches of melting snow would be enough to drown him.
You push the stroller with Luna, giggling as you jog past Jungkook.
âSucks for you!â You call over your shoulder. âIâm on the pill!â
Jungkook curses Yoongi, running after him as he threatens to end the Min line with him.Â
Namjoon smiles as he walks beside Seokjin, enjoying the chaos he created from his question.Â
âYouâre an evil little man,â Seokjin cackles as Namjoon laughs and follows the group.
Thursday afternoon is filled with last-minute Christmas shopping.Â
Seojun and SaraĂ have joined you. Seokjin and Jimin tagged along, but it seemed they werenât as necessary now as they thought they would be.Â
Sure, Seokjin still curbed the conversation when you or Jungkook failed to answer a question or two about your relationship, but it wasnât anything detrimental. The group honestly thought you had this in the bag, and with Christmas only three days away, there wasnât a whole lot to worry about.Â
Jungkook rubs his neck for the fifth time. He canât seem to get rid of the soreness heâs gotten from sleeping on the floor.Â
You pull him away after you lose Jimin and Seokjin in a department store with blasting Christmas music.Â
âSleep with me tonight,â you said as you held Jungkookâs hand in a surprisingly empty aisle. The hustle and bustle of shoppers falls into the background, and all Jungkook can hear is the rapid drumming of his heart.
âW-what?â He stutters with wide eyes. He toys with his lip ring, a nervous habit of his.Â
âSleep with me on the bed tonight, Kook. Youâre obviously in a lot of pain, and I feel bad.â You frown as you turn him around to rub his neck and shoulders.Â
Jungkook resists the urge to curse, biting his lip to hide a moan as you get into the muscles. Fuck, he really needed to sleep in a proper bed soon.Â
âAre you sure?â Jungkook asks as he slowly pulls your hands off him to hold in his.
âItâs only for a few more days,â you shrug. âGrandmother Jeon leaves for her cruise before the new year, so why not?â
Jungkook is reluctant, but as a cramp hits his neck.Â
He nods. âIf youâre sure.â
âDefinitely,â you smile as you lace your fingers with his to lead him out of the aisle. You lead him out of the store and toward the giant Christmas tree in the center of the mall.Â
You take your phone out and snap a cute picture of the two of you before looking at it and see mistletoe on one of the branches above your head.Â
Jungkook blushes as he pecks your lips, but you pull him back in for another kiss. You fist his jacket in your hand as you pull him close, your lips moving with his perfectly as the cool metal of his lip ring brushes your lips. You moan when he nips at your lip, gently sucking it before releasing it.Â
His dark gaze sends tingles down your spine as you wrap your arms around his neck, and he leans in to kiss you again.Â
âTonight,â Jungkook murmured against your lips, the two of you stuck like magnets, unwilling to pull apart.Â
âTonight,â you agree as you kiss him again, your fingers tugging on his lush locks just enough to make him curse against your lips.Â
âYouâll pay for that, baby,â he groans when you do it again. Â
âI canât wait, Koo.â
Your shower takes longer than usual that night. You shave, exfoliate, and lotion every bit of you that Jungkook might touch.Â
Youâre nervous but excited at the thought of him touching you. Just kissing you nearly sends you over the edge sometimes, and the way he grips your hips as if he must be anchored to you to breathe, well, itâs a nice feeling.Â
By the time youâre climbing into bed, the house is silent. Jungkook turns on his mood lamp, and his playlist plays softly in the background.Â
Heâs made sure to lock the door this time to keep his mother out.Â
A purple towel is draped over his shoulders as he plops down on the desk chair. He gives his hair one more rub, but heâs already had the hairdryer on it for a bit.Â
You try not to ogle his bare chest, the colorful sleeve of tattoos grabbing your attention almostÂ
immediately as he sets the towel down. Â
âMind if I sleep without a shirt on? I tend to run hot,â he explains as he tongues his ring.Â
âThatâs fine,â you squeak as heat rushes to your cheeks. You pull the covers to your chest, wiggling your toes as you avoid meeting his gaze. Though his abs are now in your view, and your thighs press together in response. What you wouldnât give to kiss every beautiful ridge of his torso, taking your time on his sensitive brown nipples. You wonder if heâd ever get them pierced.Â
âNeed anything while Iâm up, babe?â Jungkook asks as he stretches, his arms raised over his head and you nearly whimper as you feast on his perfect physique.Â
Youâre nearly salivating by the time heâs finished stretching. He tilts his head as he waits for your answer but you blink owlishly and finally meet his gaze.Â
âHmm?â You ask as you blink again as he laughs. He shakes his head as he crosses the distance between you, moving the blankets out of the way as he gets into bed with you.Â
âYouâre adorable,â he whispers as he pecks your nose.
You smile, clearing your throat as you lie on the bed. Jungkook turns on his side to face you, and you do the same. His arm drapes over your waist, and you snuggle in closer.
âIâm glad youâre here,â he whispers, almost as if it were a secret. Perhaps it is with the way he strokes your waist, refusing to make eye contact; afraid of what his words will shift.Â
âIâm glad Iâm here too, Kook. I donât want to be anywhere else,â you admit as his gaze meets yours. He studies you for a few moments. His beautiful eyes sparkle like the stars in the night sky, shining brighter and brighter with each passing second until they flutter shut and his lips mold to yours.Â
âJungkook,â his name rolls off your tongue so sweetly.Â
âYeah, baby?â He asks in between kisses, his hands never straying from your hips until you guide them upward to cup your tits. He curses, dark eyes piercing through your soul as you make him squeeze them.Â
âFuck,â you whimper.Â
Jungkook kisses you again, swallowing your moans as his thumbs brush your pert nipples. Your hands settle on his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he trails kisses down your neck until he hits that one spot that has you seeing stars behind your lids. Â
âJungkook,â you sigh as you part your legs for him. He settles between them as your nails rake down his broad muscular back. Youâd love to kiss every inch of it. Leave your mark behind for all to see. For now, youâll settle for your scratch marks, storing each of his delicious sounds for later.Â
Fiery lips meet yours as his hips rock against you. His hands feel every bit of you, moving when he notes any hesitation.
âIs this okay?â He asks softly, his gaze locked on yours.Â
You nod.
âI need words, baby,â he says as he brushes his thumb along your jaw. âI need to hear it.â
âPlease,â you swallow thickly, mesmerized by his soft doe eyes. âI want it. Want you.â
Jungkook traces your bottom lip with his thumb, admiring your beauty for a moment before he kisses you again as if it were the last time.Â
Time means nothing to you as you melt beneath him. His hands are hot against your flesh, needy where they meet to pull you closer. Your name escapes him between moans and gasps, your hand guiding him between your legs.Â
âPlease,â you beg as he pushes your shorts to the side, groaning when he feels how wet you are.Â
âNo panties, darling?â He grins as he kisses your jaw and trails downward.Â
âDidnât think I needed them,â you gasp when his fingers brush your clit. Heâs teasing you. He wants to see how far he can take you before you beg him for more, plead and whine until he gives you just what you need.Â
Jungkook licks his lips, shaking his long hair out of his eyes before he tongues his lip ring. His breath fans against your heated skin, teeth gently nipping your earlobe as he whispers, âYou were right.â
Your thighs shake at the sound of his seductive tone, spreading further for him as he lifts your shirt to bunch above your breasts.Â
âKeep that right there, baby. Can you do that for me?â He raises a brow, and you nod.Â
âYes.â
âGood girl,â he praises, kissing your lips before making his way down until his fingers are tugging on your flimsy sleep shorts.Â
âCan I take these off?â Jungkook asks as he meets your eyes. You nod, feeling fire pool deep in your belly. You want him desperately, almost embarrassingly, with how soaked you are for him already.Â
When he doesnât make a move to take them off, you remember he wants you to be vocal about your consent.
âYes, please.âÂ
Jungkook pulls the shorts down your legs at a snailâs pace, giving you enough time to change your mind if you wish to. You encourage him by lifting your hips and kicking the shorts off to be lost on his bedroom floor.Â
You donât get a chance to be self-conscious as he cups your face and kisses you so deeply, that you almost wonder if heâs in love with you.Â
The pounding of your heart is deafening as the kiss deepens and his hips press against your cunt. Your name rolls off his tongue, cursing and groaning when his hard cock grinds against you.Â
âYouâve soaked my sweatpants,â he laughs breathily, and you clench around nothing. Your face feels like itâs burning, but from lust or embarrassment, youâre not sure. Jungkook kisses your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips.Â
âS-sorry,â you apologized as he rubs your clit, his nimble fingers circling it just to make you whine. Jungkook teases your entrance with his tattooed fingers, loving the way you whimper and beg for more, biting your bottom lip to keep from getting too loud.Â
âFuck, baby,â you moan when he finally sinks two fingers in knuckle-deep. You clench around them as he slowly fucks them into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he focuses on the rise and fall of your chest. Â
Jungkook palms his cock with his other hand, moaning softly when your eyes lock. He smirks as you reach for him and he places your hand on his cock.Â
âCan you take them off?â You ask bashfully, and he chuckles before slowly taking his fingers out of you. He sucks them into his mouth, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as he gets a taste of you.Â
Fuck, heâd have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for the rest of his life if youâd let him.Â
Your thighs tremble as he steps back, cunt soaked and dripping onto his sheets. Youâre the first girl heâs had in his bed like this and he hopes your scent lingers long after youâre back home.Â
Jungkook is a vision. An Adonis among men. Michaelangelo himself would have shed a tear upon gazing at the masterpiece that is Jeon Jungkook.Â
Speechless, you reach for him as he chuckles. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently before placing it on his chest.Â
âDo as you wish, my love,â Jungkook says as he follows your hand with his hooded gaze.Â
Your brain seems to be empty of all thoughts except Jungkook. His name, his body, that sinful smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. Heâs eyeing you with mirth, licking his lips as your hand descends until itâs cupping his erection.Â
âFuck,â he breathes as you stroke him, your fingers sliding under his boxers to feel the weight of him in your palm. He groans, whispering your name as you continue to stroke him, pausing only to spit in your hand. He takes the moment to tug his boxers off.
Jungkook kisses you as you touch him again, his fingers finding their home between your thighs as he gets you to nearly sing his name in praise as you tighten around him.Â
âWish you were wrapped around my fat cock, babe. Iâd make you scream even louder,â he goads as you muffle your cries in his broad shoulder right beside his little scar.Â
âJungkook, please,â you beg as he kisses you deeply. Itâs hot, messy, all teeth and tongues and desperate touches as his cock pressed against your clit. Youâre soaking wet, dripping onto the sheets and allowing his cock to glide easily, the fat head bumping against your clit as your legs wrap around him trembling at his sides.Â
âKoo!â You whine, biting down on his shoulder. Hasty kisses meet his skin as you soothe the pain of your love bite. Your body becomes overwhelmed with pleasure, arching into him as you orgasm, squeezing his fingers until theyâre soaked beyond his wrist.Â
Jungkook cries out your name, lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss that swallows his moans and groans as he cums all over your cunt. His hips rock against you until heâs well spent, cock too sensitive to go on.Â
âShit!â He breathes as he lies beside you with his arm over his head.Â
Youâre warm and sticky beside him, his cum coating your skin generously. Jungkook kisses your cheek as he pulls you to him, using his other hand to fix his boxers.Â
He doesnât like the way they cling to him and heâll be sure to clean himself up as well as you before you go to sleep.Â
Silence fills the space between you as you stare at each other with bashful smiles and gentle touches. Jungkook kisses your lips softly, his fingers caressing your cheek. Â
âI really do like you, ya know,â he admits, and it sends your heart soaring into the heavens.Â
You bite back a giant grin as you lace your fingers together. âI really like you too.â
Jungkook blushes, kissing you once more before he climbs out of bed to get cleaned up. He assures you heâll be back in a few minutes and he cleans you up with a warm washcloth and helps you to the bathroom.Â
Once youâre both in bed again, he snuggles into you. His fluffy hair splays on your chest as he snores softly. You smile to yourself as you hold back a yawn.Â
Jungkook sleeps soundly as you stroke his hair, hoping this can be more than just pretend.Â
Christmas Eve brings a blanket of snow and Seojun and SaraĂ.Â
Though you and Jungkook havenât done more than fool around that one night, youâve found it hard to keep your hands to yourself.Â
Seojun, SaraĂ, and Jungkook took you sledding at one of their favorite spots.Â
Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi were already there when you arrived, holding hands with Jungkook.Â
âWhere are Joon and Seokjin?â You ask as you hide your face from the wind on Jungkook's shoulder. He laughs as he tightens your scarf and kisses your head.Â
âThey went to pick up Hoseok at the train station. Hoseokâs parents are busy prepping for Christmas Eve dinner, and his sister is bringing someone home,â Jimin explains as he hands his sled to Taehyung to take a turn. Â
âSounds serious,â Yoongi comments with a sly grin.Â
âMy parents keep asking when Iâll bring someone home,â Jimin sighs. âAre you free next Christmas?â
Jungkook scoffs. âAs if.â
âNot you.â Jimin rolls his eyes before saying your name.Â
Yoongi laughs as Taehyung comes back.Â
âI donât think passing me around as a fake girlfriend is what your parents mean, Min,â you shake your head as you take the sled from Taehyung.Â
Jimin shrugs. âWorth a shot.â
Jungkook glares at him before you tug him away to the top of the hill. He helps you onto the sled before he gets on behind you and pushes. You scream and close your eyes as you go down, laughing when you come to a stop moments later.Â
âWanna go again?â Jungkook grins as he helps you up. You shake your head as you pat the snow off your clothing.Â
âIâm good,â you laugh. âOnce was enough.â
The trek back up the hill is rough as you stomp in the snow to reach your friends. Jungkook hands the sled to Yoongi as he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.Â
Despite admitting to liking each other, you havenât talked to determine what that means. For one, you kind of like this limbo youâre in where youâre not not together but also not truly faking either.Â
At one point or another, youâll have to have that conversation, but itâs Christmas Eve, and Jungkook looks too cute with his giant snowball.Â
Oh, no.
Heâs heading toward you and Jimin. This is what happens when you get lost in thought. Jimin grabs your hand and pulls as Yoongi and Taehyung run in the opposite direction. Â
Jungkook cackles as he chases after you and Jimin. The snowball rises high in the air as he shouts, âCome get your Christmas gift, Park!â
Luna herds the family up the stairs later that night when sheâs ready for bed.
Jungkook and you wear your matching pajamas. An evening of food, laughter, and photos has drained you as you go up the stairs after Minji and Luna.Â
Jungkook keeps his hand on your lower back, guiding your sleepy self up the stairs and down the hall.Â
âGoodnight, honey,â Minji kisses Jungkookâs cheek and then yours.Â
You smile as you climb into bed with Jungkook beside you. His mood lamp is on, and youâre grateful for the pink stars that light the ceiling. Even at your age, youâre still a little scared of the dark. Â
âWhatâs on your mind?â Jungkook asks as he rolls to his side to face you.Â
You face him, your fingers laced with his.Â
âIâm just really glad I came to your home for the holidays. Itâs been amazing. You, your family, everything has been perfect.â you smile warmly as he brings your knuckles to his lips to kiss gently.Â
âIâm glad you came. I know this whole thing has been a little odd, but getting to know you and being here with you has been the best part of this Christmas.â Jungkook pecks you on the lips, unable to control the smile that lights up his face.Â
Your gaze holds his, the sparkle in his eyes making you fall for him a little more as they grow brighter with each passing second.
âKiss me,â you whisper as you lean in closer, and he closes the distance between you with his lips. Theyâre soft and taste like strawberry chapstick when they brush against your lips. You break apart for a moment, his eyes revealing more than you want to speak of now.Â
Instead, you whisper, âKiss me again.â
Slowly, Jungkook kisses you again. He cups your face while you tug on his shirt, quickly removing it from him.Â
His breathy laugh brushes your skin as he noses at your throat. âEager?â
âShut up,â you hiss, climbing on top of him as his hands grip your hips.Â
Jungkook groans at your words, licking his lips as you take your top off to discard on the bedroom floor. Your fingers make quick work of your bra and soon youâre left topless and horny on top of him.Â
âFuck,â Jungkook curses as he gets an eyeful of your breasts and nearly drools as his hands move upwards to cup them in his hands. You moan his name when his fingers brush the sensitive nipples, making them peak.Â
As much as he loves seeing you on top, Jungkook wants to take his time with you. This was a turn of events he wasnât expecting, otherwise, he would have waited for your first time together to be at his place, in private where you could scream his name as loud as you wanted.Â
However, he wonât pass up the chance to have you. Youâve had such a hard time keeping your hands off each other even around your friends. Stealing kisses and sneaking off to make out in dim hallways and busy restaurant alleys. Light touches under tables, lustful looks shared across the room until you could sneak off together and kiss as if your lives depended on it.Â
If Jungkook could do this all over again, he would. Only heâd make you his from the get-go. But thatâs a thought for another time as your hands glide up his torso, moaning at the sight of him.Â
âJungkook,â his name tumbles so sweetly from your kiss-swollen lips.Â
His breath fans across your face as he chuckles. His dark locks create a curtain between you. Slowly, your fingers push his hair out of the way to find his sparkling eyes locked on yours. You melt beneath him as he kisses you.Â
Your hands grip his strong shoulders as your legs wrap around his hips to pull him close. Jungkook laughs at your eagerness, teeth nipping your bottom lip before releasing it.Â
Jungkook kisses his way down to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin until his name fills the bedroom. You cover your mouth to muffle your moans, but heâs quick to remove it.Â
With lust-filled eyes, you watch as he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each fingertip until heâs kissing your palm and moving upwards.Â
Jungkook wants to take his time with you. Show you his appreciation from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. He knows youâll only let him do so much before you beg for more, more, moreâŠ
Like clockwork, your fingers thread through his hair directing his lips to yours as you kiss him with everything youâve got. He moans against your lips, cursing when you tug on his bottom lip.Â
Your hands move downward across the massive expanse of his back, each muscle rippling beneath your touch as you arch into him. Your hips grind against him, the thin material of your shorts already soaking wet with your arousal.Â
Jungkook nearly growls when he feels it, cock throbbing in the next moment. He hikes your leg up higher on his waist, his hand grabbing your ass as his lips feverishly seek yours.Â
Gasps and moans fill the space between you in between hot, needy kisses that make your toes curl. Panting, you beg him for more as his hands tug your shorts off to toss on the bedroom floor; forgotten until morning.Â
You lay bare beneath him as he sat back on his haunches. His hands lace with yours, a soft bashful smile on his lips.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â he whispers, his eyes never straying from yours as he leans in for a kiss.Â
Jungkookâs had enough teasing. His hands grip your thighs, cursing when he feels your wetness on your skin. He slowly rubs your clit, his dark hooded gaze on yours.Â
âFuck, baby,â he curses as he moves his fingers downward and slowly slides them inside you. He watches you closely; loves the way your eyes flutter shut and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as he curls his fingers and rubs your clit with his thumb.Â
âKook,â you moan when he goes faster, slipping a little deeper just to watch you tremble. âFuck me.â
Youâre tired of waiting. Youâve wanted this since before you shared your first kiss and now being naked in his bed is becoming too much. Youâve dreamed of this time and time again and itâs about to become a reality if Jungkook can stop teasing you and just split you open.Â
Youâll beg, plead, and cry if you have to just for a taste of him. Just for a moment of sweet bliss.Â
âPlease,â you beg as your hands palm over his cock in his pajama pants. Youâre quick to tug them downward and Jungkook laughs at your excitement. He gets off the bed to kick them off and your mouth waters at the sight of his thick cock as he wraps his hand around it and strokes it.Â
You bite your bottom lip, watching him intently until youâre getting on your knees and crawling to the edge of the bed.Â
Jungkook groans when your hand wraps around his length. Your tongue licking the head teasingly. His gaze burns into the top of your head as your lips wrap around him. You relax your jaw as you take him in further, drooling all over yourself as you remind yourself to breathe through your nose.Â
He feels heavy on your tongue as you open wider. His hands grip your hair hesitantly before you pull off him.Â
âDonât be scared,â you giggle. âI wonât break.â
âFuck,â Jungkook groans as you wrap your lips around him once again. He lets you find your pace, not pushing too deep before heâs guiding you. Your hand rolls his balls while the other strokes him.Â
âJust like that. Fuck,â Jungkook throws his head back, the mood lamp illuminates the room, accentuating the veins in his neck, and he curses again. You moan around him, slurping as you get messy, bobbing up and down, gagging on his fat cock while Jungkook loses his mind over your pretty lips.Â
He pulls on your hair, using it to fuck your mouth until your nose presses to his abdomen. You choke, pulling off him to catch your breath.Â
âYou look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,â Jungkook tongues his lip ring as he takes you in. Youâre breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. Your hair is mussed from him tugging on it, and your lips are smeared with spit and his pre-cum. You look beautiful.
Jungkook leans forward, kissing you. All teeth and tongue, unable to resist how gorgeous you look in that moment.Â
Itâs not too long before youâre back on the bed with your legs spread wide open for him, begging for his cock once again.Â
âSo needy,â Jungkook coos as he strokes himself, the fat head of his cock brushing your clit.Â
âPlease,â you whimper, trying to raise your hips in hopes that heâll just slide right in. âFuck.â
Jungkook bites his lip. Heâs never seen anyone so desperate for his dick. It makes him throb as he teases your entrance and a whine of his name escapes you, nails digging into his back.Â
âDonât make me find someone else,â you huff.Â
Jungkook rolls his eyes as he kisses your jaw, trailing upward to your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.Â
âThey canât fuck you as good as I will,â he laughs cockily.Â
You arch into him, lips meeting his in a needy kiss as he slides into you. The stretch is wonderful. Stars illuminate your vision as Jungkookâs lips muffle the moan that threatens to wake the whole house.Â
The two of you have managed to keep the noises down to a reasonable level but Jungkook knows his luck might run out if he gets too carried away. Shit, he should have waited until he had you to himself at his apartment or even your dorm.Â
âGotta be quiet, baby. Or Iâll have to stop,â Jungkook whispers as he sinks in further. âYou donât want me to stop, do you?â
âNo, please donât stop. Koo,â you press your lips to his shoulder as he goes deeper, gripping your thighs with his large hands. He settles between your legs perfectly, cursing at the ceiling at how warm and wet you feel wrapped around him. Itâs better than he could have ever imagined.Â
Jungkook grabs both of your legs, throwing them over his left shoulder as he pummels into you.Â
Tears flow down your cheeks. The pleasure is too overwhelming, lighting your body ablaze with each deep thrust that rewards you.Â
âSo tight,â Jungkook grunts as his hair falls over his eyes. He pushes it back with his tattooed hand before moving it down to grope your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple just to listen to the sweet cries that escape you.Â
You tighten around him, soaking his cock as you cover your mouth with your hand.Â
Jungkook smiles, fucking you deeper, harder. Your cunt clings to him, thighs shaking as he holds your legs to his chest. His lips press a kiss to your calf before you dig your nails into the sheets beneath you, beyond ruined.Â
The creaking of the mattress is louder than Jungkook would like, but you look like youâre about to combust. His name leaves your lips in quick succession, nearly panting as tears roll down your cheeks, leaving behind stains as you bite your hand to keep from screaming his name as you tighten around him when you cum.Â
Jungkook fucks you slower, eyes focused on where your bodies connect. He waits for you to calm down, leaning forward to kiss your lips.Â
âCan you go for one more?â Jungkook asks in between kisses, your tongue meeting his as he cups your face.Â
âYes,â you answer honestly, wanting more of him.Â
Jungkook kisses you one more time, moaning into the kiss as you clench around his cock. He nearly growls when you do it again, moving your hips against his. Â
âLet me get you on your hands and knees, darling,â Jungkook says as he pulls out of you and you whine at the loss.Â
Jungkook chuckles. âEasy, doll. Youâll have my ego growing bigger.â
You laugh, flipping him off. Jungkook laughs, leaning forward to gently nibble on your finger before you rip it out of his mouth.
Smirking, Jungkook helps you onto your knees as you plant your hands on the bed, arching your back.Â
Jungkook runs his tattooed hand over your back, gently slapping your ass just to watch it jiggle. He couldnât lie, seeing you in jeans made his mouth water and there were a few times he had to excuse himself after staring at it for too long.Â
âKook,â you say his name in a wanton tone that makes him melt.Â
Your eyes lock and he smiles as he grabs your ass in both hands, spreading you open for him. Your face grows hot as you turn around, unable to handle the dark lust-filled gaze he rewarded you with.Â
Jungkook doesnât waste any more time as he lines himself up at your entrance, cursing when you welcome him easily.Â
His hands grip your hips tightly, almost enough to bruise. His name rolls off your tongue. You nearly drool when he reaches places others have only dreamed of.Â
You're so warm, so wet. It nearly drives him insane as he spears you on his cock. Youâre soaking him, absolutely drenching him, and ruining him for anyone else. Youâre the only one he wants, the only one he could ever want, and as he throws his head back in pleasure, he loses himself to thoughts heâd only shared with Yoongi.Â
âFuck, baby,â Jungkook growls, gripping your ass as he continues to fuck you. He cards his hand through his hair, feeling sweat bead on his brow as you grow restless and fuck yourself on his dick.Â
âJust like that, baby. Use me. Use my cock. Fuck,â Jungkook groans as you fuck yourself on him, panting and moaning. He can see you biting down on his pillow, cunt pulsing around him as you scream into the pillow trying to keep quiet.Â
Jungkook watches you for another moment or two before heâs slamming into you. You cry out, face buried in his pillow as he grabs handfuls of your hips and ass, unable to decide what to use to anchor himself as he fills you again and again.Â
âFuck, darling. You feel so good wrapped around me,â Jungkook grunts as his eyes flutter shut. His body tingles all over, and your moans are growing in octaves despite the pillow clenched between your teeth soaked with spit and tears.Â
The obscene smacking of your coupling is almost too loud but Jungkook canât be damned to give a single fuck as you clench around him, nearly milking his cock. He moans your name and curses as you tighten around him, moaning incoherently as you orgasm once again. Your poor legs shake as you ride it out, sobbing unintelligibly into the bed as praises you.Â
âWant to fuck you full of my cum, baby,â Jungkook canât help himself as he thrusts in deeper. Heâs so close. His lip is caught between his teeth as you fuck yourself weakly on his cock, your body still tingling.Â
âPlease, do it,â you spur him on as you clench around him, tempting him.Â
âBaby!â
âJungkook!â
âGonna fill you up until youâre dripping. Gonna fuck it all back into you, baby. Make you think of me all day.â Jungkook curses as you meet each of his thrusts, his fingers finding your sensitive clit as you muffle a wail of his name in your hand.
âCome on, love. Just one more for me, pretty girl,â Jungkook encourages as he nears the edge. He curses, losing himself as he fills you, and you tighten around him, soaking him and the sheets. A whimper escapes you as you fall forward on the bed, utterly spent.Â
Jungkook exhales deeply as he fills you to the brim before pulling out. Heâs tempted to spread your legs and set them on his broad shoulders, lick you clean, and put you to bed.Â
But youâre spent, eyes barely open as you reach for him.Â
Jungkook kisses you gently. âGotta clean you up, babe.â
You groan, legs already feeling sore. Jungkook helps you out of bed. He puts a shirt on you and opens his bedroom door as quietly as possible. He peeks into the hallway, making sure the coast is clear before he leads you to the bathroom.Â
Jungkook made sure you were steady enough to not fall before he ran to the room to change the sheets and pillowcases. By the time youâre back, heâs in a pair of boxers.Â
âGet in bed, babe,â he instructs as he helps you in and tucks you in. âIâll be right back.â
You watch him go, waiting for him and smiling when he comes back a few minutes later with some water. He lets you drink a bit before he gets into bed beside you.Â
You curl into him, still unsure of what all this means, but you donât care much when he wraps you up in his arms and holds you close.Â
âSleep well, darling.â
Christmas morning passes in a whirlwind of breakfast and movies. Lots of stories from Jungkookâs childhood; few you heard from the man himself and more from his parents. Jungkook grows embarrassed soon, but nothing beats the flush on his cheeks when his mother pulls out the photo albums. Lunch came and passed with more stories and photos as Jungkook hid his face on your shoulder.
Itâs not until after dinner that youâre all gathered in the living room with Minji and the Jeons.Â
âCome here, dear,â Minji pats the spot beside her as she holds a large pink photo album in her lap. One she brought for your arrival.Â
Jungkook sits on the arm of the couch next to you, curious eyes on the album as Minji opens it and takes out two envelopes.Â
One she hands to Jungkook and the other to you.Â
Youâre confused. The family had exchanged gifts just after dinner with good wishes and warm coffee and cookies. Wrapping paper and gift bags still littered the living room floor.Â
âThe two of you are so good together,â Minji comments as Jungkook kisses the top of your head. âI had this same talk with SaraĂ and Seojun when he first brought her home. Same with your father and your mother, and now you.â
Minji places a hand on yours. âI first met Jungkookâs grandfather at the Christmas parade in town. Oh, we couldnât stand each other one bit!â
Jungkook chuckles as he listens to his grandmother.
âWe were assigned the same parade float, and I swear that man was as stubborn as a mule! He wanted goats instead of reindeer, fireworks instead of candles, and he wanted me to be Santa! He said heâd be an elf! He was over six feet tall! An elf!â Minji shakes her head as she points to a photo of her as an elf and who you assume to be Jungkookâs grandfather as Santa.Â
âI arm wrestled him for it!â Minji exclaims proudly. âIn front of his friends, and I won fair and square! I grew up with three brothers.â
You laugh as she turns the page, and Minji sits with her brothers. They all smile in the photo and make silly faces.Â
âI thought heâd be embarrassed that I beat him. But I got my way. I stood my ground and he claimed thatâs when he knew I was the one for him,â Minji continues as she flips the page and runs her fingers over her wedding photo.Â
Tears pool in your eyes as you look at Jungkook. He looks like heâs about to cry, and guilt fills your chest.Â
âThat man gave me a wonderful life. Beautiful children and cute grandkids. I miss him every day. Stubborn man he was, but there was nothing we couldnât get through together.â Minji wipes a stray tear before smiling fondly.Â
âAnyway,â she sniffles as she sets the album on the coffee table.Â
âI wanted to give you two something special to get you started. I know you havenât been together for too long, but Jungkook looks at you the way his grandfather looked at me and you the way I looked at him. I know it deep in my soul that you two belong together.â Minji smiles warmly as she takes your hand and Jungkookâs. âBe good to each other.â
You wipe a few tears and look at Jungkook. He opens the envelope, and it holds a photo of a home (not an apartment) with the address written on the back and a small gold key.Â
You canât do this.Â
Not anymore.
The Jeons have welcomed you with open arms and all youâve done is lie to them. Guilt washes over you in waves as you force yourself not to cry. This is wrong.Â
You hand the envelope back to Minji before rising to your feet. Your heart pounds in your chest, nearly deafening you as you try (and fail) to steel yourself.Â
âWe lied,â you state, wringing your hands in front of you.Â
Jungkook frowns as he hands his envelope back to Minji. Guilt bubbles deep in his belly, and he knows this has gone too far. He should have never gone on with this scheme. Conning his grandmother? He felt terrible. He should have told the truth from the beginning.Â
âWe arenât a couple,â Jungkook admits, feeling the confused stares of his family. âWe lied to you all.â
Aera and Dae stare at their youngest son and then at you.Â
Minji shakes her head.
âI lied,â Jungkook continues as he takes your hand. âShe had nothing to do with it. I begged her to help me. Iâm so sorry, Grandmother Jeon.â
Seojun stares with furrowed brows as SaraĂ places her hand on his shoulder. He couldnât fathom why his little brother would lie.
âI thought Grandmother Jeon would give me an apartment or something if she thought I was seeing someone seriously like Seojun.â Jungkook hangs his head in shame. âThe lie kept growing and growing until I was too embarrassed to tell the truth. I never meant to hurt anyone. Iâm so sorry.â
âItâs not all his fault, Grandmother Jeon,â you said as you squeezed his hand. âI agreed to help. Youâve all been so welcoming, and I didnât have a place to go for the holidays, and I agreed. We never intended to harm anyone. Weâre both so sorry.â
Minji laughs from her seat, surprising Aera and Dae.Â
âI know all about your little scheme,â Minji laughs, shaking her head as if this were the most comical thing she has witnessed. âJiminâs grandmother hits the slot machines with me, and that boy sure loves to open his mouth. Iâve known since I arrived, honey.â
âJungkook! Why would you lie? You know you could have told us anything!â Aera crosses her arms as she scolds her son.Â
âI just felt pressured,â Jungkook admits, and his mother sinks. âI hadnât dated in a while, and I know youâd like to see me married like Seojun, but it just seemed like this is what everyone wanted from me.â
âSon,â Dae approaches him, hugging him. âWe know we can be a little pushy, and I promise you will no longer feel pressured to settle down. We just got excited over Seojun. We wanted you to have the same happiness and partnership he and SaraĂ do.â
âYour fatherâs right,â Aera nods as she hugs Jungkook. âOh, my baby! Iâm so sorry for pressuring you! I just worry about you being alone so far away.â
âIâm fine, mom. Iâve got friends, and now I have her.â Jungkook reaches for you once his parents release him from their hugs.
Aera hugs you. âIâm so sorry for all this. We enjoy having you here. Youâve made our son and family so happy with your presence. Itâs been a joy getting to know you and seeing how happy youâve made our Kookie.â
You smile, hugging her tight before Minji hands Jungkook the envelope again.Â
âThatâs yours to do as you please,â she states as she hands you your envelope.
You open it and gasp when you see two tickets to a resort youâve wanted to go to. Theyâre dated for Spring Break.
âIâve got a place down there that youâre welcome to visit during your vacation, but Jiminâs grandmother and I will be busy partying.â
âMother!â Dae exclaims in shock.Â
âWhat? Iâm old enough to drink! Iâve been old enough to drink.â she shakes her head with a laugh.Â
âI canât accept this.â you try to return it, but Minji wonât take it.Â
âNo takebacks!â She grins as she rises from the couch, and Luna follows her, yapping at her ankles.Â
âShould we go see the Christmas lights?â Seojun suggests as he rises to his feet and helps SaraĂ.Â
The family heads out to join the rest of the neighborhood on a walk. Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin join you as you let your families go on ahead without you.Â
âHowâd it go?â Hoseok asks as he shivers, his ears peeking from his beanie.Â
âYeah,â Seokjin grins. âDid you get the apartment?â
âDid the plan work?â Taehyung questions.Â
âYes,â you say with a wry smile.Â
âAnd no.â Jungkook shakes his head.Â
âHuh?â Yoongi furrows his brows.Â
âJimin needs to learn that gossiping with your grandmother can bite you in the butt!â Jungkook hisses as he laces his fingers with yours.Â
Jimin pales, turning his head and whistling to appear nonchalant.Â
âYeah, Min!â You agree with a laugh as Jungkook kisses your cheek.Â
âI thought sheâd forget!â Jimin defends as he gets playfully shoved by his friends. The snow crunches beneath your feet as you continue to walk, the glow of the Christmas lights reflecting on the snow.Â
âOh no,â you giggle. âJiminâs grandmother told Grandmother Jeon.â
âAnd she knew the moment she stepped into the house,â Jungkook sighed with a shake of his head.Â
âWhoops!â Jimin laughs.Â
âSo much for âCon Jungkookâs Grandma, huh?â Namjoon sighed as a chill ran through him. His scarf fluttered in the light wind as snowflakes fell from the sky.Â
âShut up!â Jungkook laughs as he stops to form a snowball.Â
Seokjin laughs, pulling Yoongi with him as they run away from Jungkook.Â
Hoseok and Jimin slam into each other in their haste to escape the ricocheting snowball that smacks Namjoon in the chest.Â
Namjoon curses, forming a snowball as Taehyung runs away, following Yoongi and Seokjin, begging them to protect him.Â
You laugh as you take off, running with Jungkook as Namjoon hurls a snowball in your direction.Â
Laughter fills the streets of the neighborhood as more people join the snowball fight while you jog away with Jungkook, holding hands as you hide behind a tree for cover.Â
Youâre pressed to his chest, peeking to see if youâve been discovered yet, but being so far away from everyone just means silence surrounds you.Â
The evening is quiet as snow continues to fall, and Jungkook wraps his scarf around you to keep you warm. Youâre wearing matching coats, hands warm in your gloves as he pulls you closer.Â
Everything fades into nothingness as his gaze meets yours. His hand is gentle when he cups your face. His gaze flits to your lips and back to your eyes.Â
âYou know this is the best Christmas Iâve ever had,â Jungkook whispers.Â
âMe too,â you whisper as you hold his gaze.
âThereâs only one thing that would make it better,â Jungkook smiles softly.
âAnd whatâs that?â You ask as you bite your bottom lip.
âIf you were mine,â Jungkook said with a dimpled smile. âFor real this time.â
âI think I can make that happen,â you tease with a coquette smile. âBut only with a kiss.â
Chuckling, Jungkook cups your face. âAs you wish, baby.â
Jungkook captures your lips with his own, moaning when your fingers thread in his hair. He kisses you deeply as snowflakes coat your hair and his.Â
Thereâs nothing better than kissing Jungkook, your boyfriend. The word makes your heart skip a beat as he deepens the kiss, soft moans escaping the both of you as your lips move in sync.Â
Jungkook canât help but be elated. His heart flutters as he realizes this is your first Christmas together. The first of many. He can see his future in your eyesâa home, a marriage, and children running down these streets covered in snow and Christmas lights.Â
Thereâs nothing more he could ever want.
When he catches your gaze, a bashful smile appears on your lips as you ask, âWhat?âÂ
Jungkook shakes his head slightly, âNothing. Just thinking about next Christmas.âÂ
âOh, will I be back?â You ask cheekily as he pulls you closer, the laughter of your friends ringing in the background as they grow closer.Â
âDefinitely.â Jungkook seals his promise with a kiss just as your friends arrive, hooting as they circle you.
 âCome on, lovebirds,â Namjoon huffs. âMomma Jeonâs got hot chocolate and cookies waiting for us.âÂ
You laugh as Jungkook takes your hand, smiling as his friends race down the sidewalk to be the first on Momma Jeonâs porch. You smile, imagining all your Christmases like this, with your friends and Jungkook at your side.Â
Before you reach his home, Jungkook stops you just beneath the door frame before pointing up. Mistletoe hangs above your head, and you share a smile. Jungkook gently places his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing it as he whispers, âMerry Christmas.â before he kisses you.