Summary: Based on the concept from the movie “Sinners,” music has the ability to shred the barrier between planes of existence and draw creatures of the underworld to the land of the living, and Jungkook’s heavenly voice ends up bringing hell right to his doorstep.
Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Demon!Reader
Genre: Fantasy in the Modern World AU, Temptation & Corruption, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Smut
Word Count: 15.2k+
Warnings: demons, religious lore, hell, fantasy elements, mention of lucifer, temptation, corruption, manipulation, trespassing(??), threats, going missing, mention of death, life-altering decisions. SMUT: kissing, neck kissing, hair pulling, doggy, dick riding, oral sex (both receiving), spitting, titty play, cum feeding, cum eating, choking, crawling, slapping, body worship, sub!koo 🤭, mild degradation, use of the term “good boy,” scratching, gagging, orgasm denial, creampie, okay I think that's it?
Author's Note: y'all I’m so sorry for making you wait so long. I lost motivation during bts ticketing season bc I was so damn stressed, but I managed to secure tix AND finish the story lol. all I have to say about this one is that it's basically pure smut. there is an underlying plot but the whole point of this fic is to see koo get his shit rocked, I'm not even gonna lie. plus my time jungkook is literally my favorite jungkook ever. speaking of, I highly recommend watching the performance before reading this bc it gives you a very nice visual for the story 😏 also if you haven’t seen sinners you better go watch that too bc it’s the best movie of 2025 (after you read this lmao). all in all, I hope you enjoy this one and thank you for being so patient while I finished it! ilysm :)
-> 201010 Jungkook “My Time” Performance
“There are legends of people... born with the gift of making music so true, it can pierce the veil between life and death, conjuring spirits from the past and the future.” — Sinners, 2025
The sound of your heels clicking against the cold, marble floor is commonplace. You walk down this corridor daily to reach your private quarters at the end of the hall. Not all demons are awarded such a luxury, but after hundreds of years, it only makes sense for you to have your own lavish suite to reside in.
As a demon of desire, you take your job very seriously. Whether tempting mortals with erotic visions or sensual prose, you’re one of the best at soiling their virtue and turning them towards a life of sin. Of course, all of this occurs from your home in the underworld.
Demons are unable to visit the mortal realm unless a human creates a tear in the barrier between worlds, thus allowing one to enter. It’s extremely difficult to accomplish and only a small percentage of humans even possess the ability to do so. The last time you remember it happening was decades ago when a young man named Michael Jackson tore a hole through the metaphorical fabric.
You’ve been waiting your entire existence for the chance to see the human world for yourself and hopefully bring one back with you. That is the ultimate goal for demons, after all. Sure, messing with them from Hell is plenty enjoyable, but there’s nothing more fulfilling than stealing a mortal from their own realm to stay with you for all eternity.
Lucifer must be smiling up at you today, because the sound of your shoes kissing the floor suddenly ceases when you hear a melodic voice overhead. Glancing up, you notice a ripple in the deep red sky above you. It’s nothing more than a shimmer at the moment; a trick of light dancing like waves on a shore.
The music grows louder and the tear widens until you can faintly see the human on the other side.
His voice entices you much more than his image, which is to be expected when his alluring timbre is what’s creating the hole in the first place. It sounds refreshing like drinking a cool glass of water or applying lotion to dry skin; some of life’s simple pleasures. Although, his tone also possesses a slight sensuality like he wants the listener to believe he’s singing just for them. You suppose it’s this illustrious combination of sweet and seductive that’s shredding the barrier.
Once you do focus on his appearance, you’re pleasantly surprised to find he’s quite handsome for a human. He has a soft, round nose, plush lips, a sharp jawline, and big, captivating eyes. His hair is wavy, black, and long; ending just above his high cheekbones. Best of all, he’s wearing black leather pants and a matching jacket. Both of which are bordering a sheer black shirt that he untucks halfway through his performance to reveal a sculpted torso. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he’s trying to summon a demon.
“Well, well, well. Aren’t you just delectable?”
Truth be told, you’re completely hypnotized by him and can’t wait to sink your claws into his pretty, tanned skin.
You’re shamelessly smirking to yourself by the end of his song as you imagine all the different positions and angles you two can accomplish together. Even if he is only a mortal, a man like that is bound to bring you pleasure.
The hole begins to close following the completion of his ballad, but the damage is already done. He’s gotten your attention, unknowingly given you permission to enter his world, and now all you have to do is reel him into your clutches.
You proceed to skip down the remainder of the corridor so you can find the perfect outfit for formally introducing yourself to your prey. In a thousand years, you don’t believe the sound of your heels has ever been so cheerful.
After donning a little black dress, styling your hair like human women do, and applying just enough makeup to highlight your features, you descend the grand staircase leading to the human realm. The winding marble steps only appear if you’re able to pass through the barrier and as such, the guards look rather surprised when they notice you coming down.
“Miss Y/N, we didn’t expect to see you here,” one of them proclaims.
“Today’s my lucky day, boys,” you explain. “A talented little human decided to sing for me.”
“Well, of course, he did,” the other replies. “Who could ever resist you, Madam?”
You smile and blow the guard a gracious kiss before waltzing straight through the translucent archway which separates the two worlds. The portal spits you out precisely where you need to be; inside what you assume is the dressing room of your scrumptious mortal.
It’s cozy and looks similar to the man himself, with multiple lush blankets and all black furniture. You peruse the space while running your fingers across the all different couches and artwork. Besides the charming decor, there’s also a masculine, floral scent wafting in the air that leaves you wanting more.
After sitting on the large sofa across from the door, you cross your legs and examine your manicure as you wait patiently for your prey to arrive.
What you presume is his name hangs on a plaque near a desk with makeup and haircare products strewn about. It’s written in Hangul, although you already deduced he’s Korean since it’s what he was singing in earlier. Language barriers aren’t an issue for demons and you automatically begin sounding out his name so you can taste the letters on your tongue.
“Jun…gkook… Jung…kook?” You shake your head at yourself. “Jungkook… yeah, Jungkook.” A smile forms on your lips. “A pretty name for a pretty mortal.”
It isn’t long afterwards that the man of the hour walks through the door. He’s still in his outfit from earlier, although up close you can see he’s drenched in sweat from exuding so much energy throughout his performance. The scent from earlier becomes far more potent with him in the room and you eagerly inhale to get another whiff.
He doesn’t notice you right away because he’s busy combing his fingers through his damp hair so it doesn’t stick to his forehead. The vigorous dancing and singing clearly drained him because his chest is rising and falling while he attempts to recoup his lost oxygen. It provides you with a gorgeous view of all his muscles working as one to return his body to baseline.
It isn’t until he glances up that he stops dead in his tracks and his already large eyes widen like a cartoon character. He looks rightfully confused and even takes a gander around the room as though he might be in the wrong place. When he realizes he isn’t, his expression turns inquisitive and he clears his throat.
“Uh, can I help you?”
You smile while shaking your head and uncrossing your legs. A silent signal that you mean him no harm. You’ve learned over the years that humans often rely on body language even more than what someone is telling them.
“No,” you nonchalantly answer.
His responding chuckle is undoubtedly awkward as his eyes flicker around the room again in search of an explanation.
“Well, then may I ask what you’re doing here?”
“You can ask, doesn’t mean I’ll tell you.”
Whether it’s the lick of prowess in your tone or the sly words themselves, his intrigue becomes obvious when he smiles with a slight tilt of his head.
“How did you even get in here?”
“You let me in,” you state.
“I did?”
He points to his chest and you can’t help but laugh at the adorable look of confusion that crosses his face.
“Well, not directly, but I am here because of you.” Before he gets the wrong idea, you throw your hands up in surrender. “Don’t worry, I’m not some crazy fan or anything.”
As a demon, you don’t need to ask humans any questions to learn about them. Their personality, likes, dislikes, hobbies, and career are attributes you gain knowledge of immediately upon meeting them so you’re able to more accurately bend them to your will.
Which is how you know that Jungkook is a beloved idol who’s been singing and dancing for fans all across the globe since he was just a teenager.
“If you’re not a fan, then…”
His voice trails off, but it’s clear what he’s trying to ask.
“Why don’t you sit, Jungkook?”
You gesture to the chair across from you with a warm, polite smile. Much to your surprise, he doesn’t oppose the suggestion and strolls over to take a seat.
Once he’s comfortable, you lean forward and cross your legs again. It allows for your cleavage to make an appearance and Jungkook’s eyes momentarily flicker down to your chest. His cheeks flush and pupils dilate, which is par for the course of a mortal man. All it ever takes is a single glance.
“Obviously, you know my name. Am I allowed to know yours?” He asks.
“Y/N.”
Just a hint of a smile appears before he repeats the syllables to himself.
“It’s beautiful,” he tells you.
“Why thank you.” The blush on his face deepens. “I’ll be sure to tell my maker you said so.”
“Your maker?”
“Mmhm.” You watch while the gears in his pretty little head twist and turn to decipher the new information. “I don’t have parents as I’m sure you do.”
“No?”
“Nope. Just dear old dad Lucifer.”
“Lucifer?”
His pitch skyrockets as his muscles flex and you can even smell the intense spike of anxiety within him from across the room.
“That’s right. I am a demon, after all.”
Jungkook’s eyes expand into massive saucers, but it’s only for a brief moment before they become a pair of crescents when he starts laughing. If you weren’t already expecting this exact reaction, you would be offended. Alas, not many humans can comprehend your existence right off the bat.
“I’m sorry, I really tried humoring you, but that’s just ridiculous,” he explains. “Look, I’m sure you’re a very devoted fan, but there are a lot better ways to meet me than breaking and entering.” He stands to walk towards the door. “If you would be so kind, I just finished a pretty exhausting concert and need some rest, and I really don’t want to have to call security on you.”
You paint on a fake smile before making yourself comfortable and pointing at the chair again.
“Jungkook, I suggest you sit back down.”
“Listen —”
“Jungkook.” Since verbal instructions are failing, you flash your natural red eyes in his direction. “Sit.”
That certainly garners his attention. His expression is a perfect mixture of shock and horror as his hand falls from the doorknob and he turns to march back to his seat. You wait until he’s situated again before clearing your throat so you can continue.
“I know it can be hard to believe, but it isn’t possible for me to lie to you,” you declare.
His brow creases in confusion, but it seems his nervousness is slowly wavering.
“What do you mean?”
“Demons don’t possess the ability to lie. Our life’s purpose is to tempt and corrupt humans, but true corruption comes from a mortal making a bad decision for themself. If we’re untruthful in our approach, then it isn’t technically an act of free will since the person was deceived.”
Jungkook thoughtfully purses his lips while nodding his head.
“How do I know that isn’t a lie?”
The question makes you smirk.
“Such a smart boy,” you mumble under your breath. After sliding down the couch so you’re sitting on the edge, you rest your hands on your exposed thighs and rhythmically tap your nails against your skin. “Well, I don’t have a way to prove myself to you, but hopefully, you’ll let me convince you to trust me.”
“I don’t have much choice, do I?” He poses.
“Of course, you do.” He raises a skeptical eyebrow. “Again, my entire existence relies on you deciding to defy your own morals. I’ll never push you into doing something you don’t want to do.” You lean in to seductively whisper your next remark. “I want you to want it.”
If him licking his lips and drinking you up with his eyes is anything to go by, he already does. Ever since returning to his seat, Jungkook’s body has been tense with an indisputable sexual urge. Not only are you witnessing it with your own eyes, but you can smell the arousal in his blood and hear the erratic beat of his heart.
Although he’s showing clear signs of neediness, he remains calm while changing the subject.
“I never would’ve expected a demon to look like you.”
You shrug and lean back into the couch.
“I’m a demon of desire, so I was made to look like what you deem attractive.”
“What I do?”
“Not you, specifically, but human beings,” you clarify.
He hums in acknowledgement.
“And your ability to speak Korean, is that for the same reason?”
“Oh, I’m not speaking Korean.” His face contorts, so you explain. “Think of it like automatic translating. I’m speaking in my language, but you’re hearing me in Korean, and similarly, you’re speaking in Korean while I hear my own language.”
“Demons have a unique language?”
“Of course. We predate the existence of any verbal human language, after all.”
Your efforts seem to be working because the more he learns, the more his demeanor shifts towards comfortable. He’s now mirroring your own stance by relaxing in his chair and his breathing is completely level as he maintains eye contact.
“So, how long have you been around, then?” He inquires.
“Since the dawn of time,” you answer. “Well, not the dawn of time, because those two humans had to eat an apple first or whatever.”
Jungkook chuckles.
“And what does an ancient demon want with little ole me?”
“Like I said, you invited me here, Jungkook.”
He shakes his head in disbelief.
“How?”
“A small population of talented humans have the ability, through music, to shred the barrier between realms and allow creatures of the underworld to cross over.” You flash him a saccharine smile. “As it turns out, you happen to be one of them, and your lovely performance earlier brought me here.”
His eyes flicker back and forth as he thoughtfully observes the pattern on the floor. You know all this information can be hard for a mere human to grasp and you’re quite impressed with his comprehension so far.
“Brought you here to do what?”
He meets your gaze and you can’t resist frowning when you sense his fear peaking again. His chocolate brown eyes are full of inner turmoil, but it only makes them look prettier.
“I’m not here to hurt you, if that’s what you're asking,” you reassure him.
“No, you’re here to corrupt me. Is that right?”
You giggle and shrug your shoulders.
“Precisely.” Your laissez-faire attitude causes him to smile despite his nervous system still being on high alert. “You should really be more careful about what you do with those enticing hips of yours. One day, they might beckon the wrong company to your doorstep.”
You may be unable to lie, but you can still leave things out. Like the fact that he won’t ever have another visitor, at least not here on earth.
The teasing seems to dispel most of his anxieties since he chuckles and leans forward in his seat. You naturally match his movements to bring your faces closer together.
“And what are you? Good company?”
There’s a hint of mischief in his eye that makes you even more excited about how tonight will proceed.
“I’m the best company,” you counter. “The kind that provides you with more pleasure than you ever thought possible.”
Jungkook’s eyes sharpen and grow darker until they're almost black. He shifts in his chair and your attention is drawn down to the evident bulge straining against his pants. The sight fills you with pride and you aren’t able to refrain from smirking.
“Why would you want to bring me pleasure? Surely, a human can’t do what a demon can for you,” he argues.
“Mm. No, you can’t.” Sitting back, you slowly cross your legs again so Jungkook gets a faint glimpse of your inner thighs. “But the thing is, I was made for the benefit of humans, not other demons or myself. This is true fulfillment for me.”
You can hear the blood in Jungkook’s veins rushing down to his lower half.
“If that’s the case, who am I to stop you?”
This little human just keeps surprising you. Not only does he ask all the right questions, but he’s effortlessly following your every move.
Since he’s obviously buying into what you’re offering, you decide to shift the conversation to the actual focal point of the evening.
“Have you ever eaten pussy, Jungkook?”
The poor man damn near chokes on his own saliva.
“Of — of course, I have,” he defends himself.
You raise your hands in surrender.
“Just asking,” you sing-song before continuing your line of questioning. “Are you any good at it?”
Jungkook’s expression turns boastful.
“I haven’t had any complaints.”
It’s along with a head tilt and taunting smile that you respond.
“Well, that’s not a very high standard. Now is it?”
The vision of his face twisting into someone with something to prove ignites your ambition. You’re well aware of his competitive nature and using it to your advantage seems to do the trick because he stands up like a man on a mission.
Before he’s able to close the distance, you raise your hand to halt his movements.
“On your knees,” you command.
“Pardon?”
“Get on your knees for me, Jungkook.” You feign innocence by tilting your head again. “Isn’t that a sign of respect in your culture?”
He obeys without another word, maintaining your sharp gaze as he kneels down before you. His eyebrows rise afterwards to silently request further instruction, which you provide by smirking and pointing at the ground with your forefinger.
You watch with heat in your irises while he bends over until he’s deeply bowing to you. It gives you a gorgeous view of his back muscles and triceps rippling beneath his leather jacket. He’s such a good little mortal, and you truly can’t wait to tear him to shreds with your teeth. Metaphorically, of course.
Once he returns to his previous position, he rests his hands on his knees to await your next move.
“Crawl.”
The demand causes his brow to scrunch, but he doesn’t open his mouth to argue. He just moves to all fours while staring you down as though to confirm this is what you want. When you nod, he begins crawling across the floor like a predator to its prey. Ironic, given that it’s quite the opposite.
Witnessing him on his hands and knees, slowly moving closer, is quite the sight to behold. Especially because his eyes are boring into your own with an intense, sexual fire. He even seems to be purposely crossing the room at a snail’s pace to prolong the journey and leave you waiting.
You gotta hand it to him, he certainly knows how to be seductive.
Once he’s close enough, you lift your leg to stop him by driving your stiletto into his chest. He hisses, but the sound goes contrary to the avarice light that flickers awake in his eyes.
Your foot keeps him still while you take the time to survey all his features up close. It’s impressive how seamlessly he’s able to switch between demure and devious. On stage, during his performance, you could’ve easily confused him for one of your own, but upon entering the dressing room he looked boyish and pure.
You use your heel to open up his shirt a little more, allowing you to see the hard lines of his collarbones and chest. From there, you drag your foot down until it pops open all the buttons and unveils his salacious abdominal muscles.
“My, my. You really are striking for a human,” you compliment him.
There’s a faint red line down his torso from where your shoe scraped his skin and it makes you want to trail your nails down his body in the exact same manner. Maybe your tongue, too.
Alas, you’re a temptress, and these things take time. If he’s ever going to agree to join you in the underworld for all eternity, you’ll need him totally wrapped around your finger.
“And you’re the most gorgeous being I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he parries.
That’s certainly a start.
“Oh, aren’t you just sweeter than candy?”
His eyes look like miniature galaxies as he admires you from below, full of both wonderment and inexplicable desire.
“Can I touch you?” He whispers, as if he’s afraid to shatter the tension in the air.
You pretend to think it over by pursing your lips before inevitably sending him a masterful grin.
“Beg for it.”
Jungkook doesn’t waste any time before lurching forward so he can kiss your skin beginning at your ankle and then up your calf. He even delicately holds your knee in place while traveling one smooch at a time up your leg. Feeling his soft lips on you is foreign since no demon has ever granted you such gentle affection, but you can’t deny how enjoyable it is.
“Please.” He stops near your knee to gaze up at you with huge, pleading eyes. “Let me taste you, Y/N.”
Oh, he’s good.
“You better not disappoint me, Jungkook,” you respond.
His lips form a sinister smirk.
“I can assure you, it’s not in my nature. I put my all into everything I do.”
“Then be my guest.”
Your approval opens the floodgates of Jungkook’s determination and his lips return to kissing along your inner thigh inch by inch. While his mouth caresses your skin, his hands slowly push your dress higher to reveal more of you.
The novel presence between your legs is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. You’re certainly no stranger to intimacy, both physically with demons and mentally through your job tempting humans. But feeling Jungkook’s warm, wet mouth grazing your skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake is uniquely intoxicating.
As his head nears your center, it forces your thighs apart and you naturally sink deeper into the couch and open your legs wider. Jungkook makes himself comfortable in the space as his hands grasp your hips so he can yank you closer.
His face is just about to reach your core and contrary to your nature, you find yourself holding your breath in anticipation. He’s still mouthing at your inner thighs, even using his teeth to nibble on your supple skin. You know this game of taunting all too well, but it’s vastly different being on the opposite side of the pitch.
You hear him inhale once he reaches your cunt and the sound is followed by a low, eager groan.
“Fuck, you smell divine,” he mumbles into your underwear.
The irony of that statement isn’t lost on you in the slightest.
Jungkook quickly curls his fingers around your panties to roll them down your legs, but he takes his time pulling the fabric completely off. Following just behind where the lace is brushing against your skin, he kisses back down your opposite leg until the underwear are finally gone. He sticks them in his back pocket afterwards and when you teasingly click your tongue at him, he just smirks at you.
He dives right back in by shoving your dress past your hips so he has enough room before tugging you to the edge of the couch again. With your cunt now on full display and close enough to reach with his mouth, he takes a single lick up the entirety of your slit.
His response to finally tasting you is not only an amorous, raspy moan, but to immediately start fiercely eating you.
While his tongue moves through your folds, your head falls back and your eyes flutter shut because even though he’s only just begun, he’s unexpectedly bringing you immense pleasure already.
His mouth works tirelessly to swipe across your hole before he licks along your inner walls. When he does, the tip of his tongue brushes against the spongy spot inside you and you latch onto his hair in response. The fingernails of your opposite hand bite into the arm of the couch, steadying you as he repeats the same motions over and over again.
After a while of him collecting your essence in his mouth and swallowing it with content hums, he moves up to flick your clit with his tongue before slowly circling it. As your fingers tighten their hold on his hair and your thighs press against his ears, he flattens the muscle and moves his head side to side to provide you with even more friction. It causes a low moan to pass through your lips while your back arcs off the couch.
Jungkook’s clearly humble, because what he’s doing to you is worthy of much more praise than simply “not having any complaints.” Perhaps it’s due to him being a singer and regularly using his mouth as an instrument. Whatever it is, consider yourself impressed with this little human.
When he leaves your clit alone to sloppily kiss your pussy, you open your eyes and glance down at him between your thighs. It’s such a gorgeous view; you can see his biceps flexing from him holding your legs wide open as well as his head bobbing with each lick. Witnessing a human completely submit themselves to temptation, passion, and desire is every demon’s dream and you can’t help but let out a sigh of accomplishment.
“You’re doing so well, Jungkook,” you whisper.
He enthusiastically moans into your cunt and you can hear more blood rushing down to his cock. You almost laugh out loud at the reaction, having forgotten just how easy mortals are to please.
Your fingers still intertwined in his hair slowly push the soft, black locks away from his face so you can admire how his brow creases with sheer determination.
“Do I taste good, baby?”
Jungkook practically growls in affirmation. In fact, the sound is so visceral you can feel the vibrations in his chest against your thighs. He pauses afterwards and presses his forehead to your hip as he attempts to catch his breath through deep, heavy pants.
“So… so fucking good,” he answers. “I’ve never tasted anything like it.”
“It’s a demon thing.”
His head shakes along with a disbelieving chuckle.
“I won’t ever be able to enjoy another woman the same way again.” He glances up and you expect his expression to be remorseful or crestfallen following such a declaration, but his eyes don’t show a single ounce of regret. It’s a good thing, really, given that he’ll never touch someone other than you again. “Can I keep going?”
You snicker and trail your hand down his profile so you can tilt his chin up. The bottom half of his face is glistening with your arousal and the sight is so sinful you know even Lucifer would be proud.
“Of course. Just don’t tire yourself out, we’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
He doesn’t respond besides a devilish smirk as he returns to your center to continue eating you out. The short reprieve seems to have given him a second wind because his fingers clutch your thighs even tighter and he forces his face into your cunt like he wants to drown in you.
It leaves you readjusting your own grip on the couch and in his hair as he ravenously feasts on your pussy. Not only do his noises of enjoyment return, but he also starts nodding so his nose brushes your clit while his tongue is busy deep inside your hole.
Just when you think he’ll keep going just like that, he releases one of your legs and reaches up to grope your breast. Despite you being the epitome of desire, aka having perfect tits, Jungkook’s hand is big enough to completely engulf one of them. His fingers massage your flesh at a much slower tempo than his tongue and after fondling you for some time, his pointer and middle finger begin tweaking your nipple through your dress.
Your head lulls back again as the dual ministrations bring you endless satisfaction. His mouth feels unbelievable lapping up all essence pouring out of you while his digits roll your nipple between them until it’s almost painfully hard. He eventually switches to your neglected breast, all without missing a beat between your legs.
Never has a human being astonished you quite as much as Jungkook. You suppose it makes sense given his ability to tear a hole in the barrier between worlds. But there’s still one thing you need to test him on and that’s obedience.
After releasing the couch, you wrap your fingers around Jungkook’s wrist and remove his hand from your chest. You lace your digits together instead and he doesn’t seem to mind; even humming in acknowledgment at the same time his lips move to your clit again.
“Slower, baby,” you instruct. He immediately heeds the demand and stops sucking on your pearl, switching to lazy circles with the pointed tip of his tongue. “That’s a good boy.”
Jungkook continues at the same pace, alternating between merely teasing your clit and smothering it with the flat of his tongue.
His hand on your thigh seems to be a tool for restraint because his fingertips are creating divots in your skin. Meanwhile, your free hand is still combing through his sweaty curls and he obviously enjoys the sensation because happy hums and moans keep meeting your sex.
“Think you can make me come, Jungkook?” He whimpers while vehemently nodding his head just as his mouth encases your clit to suck on your nerve endings again. You let go of his hand so it can return to your thigh while your own joins its twin on his head. “Go ahead and give it a try.”
In an act that shocks even you, Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to use his leverage to push your legs into your chest as he starts going to town on your pussy.
You’re bent in half like a pretzel, which is a position you never expected a mere human to put you in, but you certainly don’t mind. It allows Jungkook’s mouth to reach every inch of your cunt and he takes full advantage of that by seamlessly fluctuating between fondling your clit and fucking you with his tongue.
He was already leading you closer to the precipice of ecstasy, but his new rhythm and vigor have you racing towards the finish line. His efforts even prompt you to drive your fingers deep into his hair and scratch at his scalp while your eyes close and your chest heaves with adrenaline.
His tongue is currently working with expert precision to lap up all your arousal, but when it seems like he’s about to move to your clit, you push his head down with both hands.
“Don’t move,” you snap.
As always, he abides by the instruction and continues without reprieve.
It doesn’t take long before you feel a familiar pressure coiling in your gut and Jungkook must realize because he ramps up his force again while groaning and clawing at your thighs. Less than a minute later the sensation snaps like a rubber band and you moan as cum paints the bottom half of his face.
Jungkook reacts instantly by wrapping his arms around your thighs so he can bring his head closer and swallow your release. He moans and whines throughout your entire climax while his tongue continuously curls your essence into his mouth. It feels phenomenal and you simply relax against the couch as he licks your cunt as if it’ll be his final meal.
In the end, you have to literally shove his face away from your center just to stop him before he runs out of air. If he suffocates, your whole plan is shot.
“Fuck,” Jungkook rasps while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He sits back on his heels and attempts to steady his breathing. “I don’t even like eating pussy all that much, but you? I swear, I could do that forever.”
The comment makes you smirk. You’re more than happy to hear it considering that’s what eternity has in store for him if all goes well tonight.
With his body out of the way, you lower your legs and readjust your dress to its original position before returning to the couch.
“After a couple more lessons, I might just let you,” you confess.
You adore how Jungkook’s eyes light up at the notion and you have to refrain from celebrating too soon, but it certainly seems like everything’s going according to plan.
“How would that even work?”
Along with his question, he stands and brushes any dirt off his leather pants before pointing to the spot beside you to silently ask if he can sit. You respond affirmatively by patting the furniture and sliding over to create more room for him.
“We can talk about that later.”
Once he’s sitting, you reach out to tuck some hair behind his ear with a warm smile. He practically melts into your touch by leaning his head against your palm, reminding you yet again just how easily humans fall for you. Even smart ones like Jungkook.
Another reminder follows soon after when he begins encroaching on your space with pursed lips. It sets off multiple alarms in your mind and you quickly cover his mouth with your free hand to halt him.
Jungkook’s brow creases in confusion before he retreats with a pout.
“I can’t kiss you?”
Holy hades, you never expected him to be so damn endearing. Especially after what he just did to you.
“Not yet,” you inform him while dropping your hands to your lap.
“Why not?”
He’s still pouting and his eyes are sparkling with longing for you. If you were any weaker of a demon, you might actually give in.
His question is still a problem, though, because you can’t lie to him, but you also don’t want to reveal too much yet.
“It’s complicated.”
That is the truth, albeit missing all the details of the real reason. Thankfully, Jungkook doesn’t pry any further.
“Then how else do you plan to corrupt me, Y/N?” He asks instead.
Gone is the lovesick puppy as his sensual demeanor returns with a vengeance. His eyes trace over all your pretty curves on display across from him while he licks his lips and leans back on his palms.
Your view is equally as enticing because his shirt is still ripped open to show off his toned stomach and pecs. Plus his semi-hard cock is obviously suffocating in his pants and with his legs spread, you can tell how big he is.
Rather than answering, you lay your hand on his upper thigh before tauntingly inching towards his crotch. You hold his gaze the entire time until your fingers finally graze his dick and he closes his eyes with a wanton moan.
“Probably like this,” you tease.
Jungkook throws his head back when you begin rubbing him over his pants as one of his hands clutches the back of the couch for support.
“Holy shit.” The poor thing must be touch starved if he’s this reactive. “Pl… please.”
“When’s the last time someone touched you, Jungkook?”
He grimaces and lifts his head to catch your eye.
“It isn’t exactly easy… being an idol and all,” he explains. “It’s — fuck. Fuck, that feels so good.” You notice his fingers digging into the material of the couch so he can focus on talking. “It’s too risky to hook up with non-idols because they might tell someone or run to the press. That leaves you with no choice but to fuck other idols, but everyone’s either too busy or already messing around with someone else.”
Well, that explains why he barely put up a fight after finding out what you are. All his sexual prowess is going to waste here in the mortal world. It’s a good thing you showed up when you did.
“Oh, my poor baby.” Jungkook’s heavy-lidded eyes widen when you kneel on the couch and rest your opposite hand on his thigh. “I’ll make it all better, okay?”
“Wait.” His free hand grabs your own, but conveniently not the one still on his dick. “Are you seriously about to suck me off?”
His innocence makes you giggle.
“I wouldn’t be a very good demon of desire if I didn’t give you precisely what you desire. Now would I?”
You wink at him before bending over and replacing your hand with your mouth. As soon as your lips caress his bulge, Jungkook’s hips buck towards your face and he groans so loud he has to muffle himself with his palm.
It elicits a smirk as you kiss him through his pants and run your hands all along his thighs. His responsiveness is downright addictive, both when he provides pleasure and receives it. Especially when he squeezes your hand every time your mouth makes contact with the leather covering his twitching cock.
While your other hand moves to undo his belt without ceasing your actions, Jungkook whines and you hear his fingernails scraping the couch.
“Oh, God,” he rasps, but it’s barely audible. Nevertheless, you halt and peer up with a daunting head tilt and once Jungkook notices, his eyes bulge. “Right. Sorry.”
All you grant him is a few disapproving clicks of your tongue before you finish removing his belt and pull his pants down past his knees. There’s a wet spot on his boxers that fills you with satisfaction as you trace the shape of him through the material. He looks big, even obstructed, and you’re eager to witness every inch of him with your own eyes.
“Would you look at that,” you note. “You keep surprising me, mortal.”
You can’t see the grin behind Jungkook’s hand, but it’s clear there is one because his eyes light up in response to your praise. Although, the brilliance flickers into something much darker when you slip your fingers into his waistband. He automatically lifts his hips so you can yank the material to the floor without ever breaking eye contact.
Once his cock is free, it springs up and causes you to smile in delight. Not only is he both long and thick, but it’s honestly one of the most gorgeous dicks you’ve ever seen. His skin looks so soft, is the perfect shade, and the large veins running down his shaft are pulsing with need. Plus it curves just enough where you know he’ll hit the right spot every time.
Demons have the same external anatomy as humans, so this certainly isn’t a new sight, but he also gives some of your previous partners a run for their money. Even though most of them were created to be the “perfect” man.
“You’re just pretty all over. Aren’t you, Jungkook?”
He isn’t able to respond before you flatten your tongue across his head to slurp up the precum pooling there. Jungkook damn near screams while tipping his head back and exposing his throat. The veins in his neck even make an appearance from the strain on his voice.
You don’t give him any reprieve and immediately begin circling his sensitive ridge with the tip of your tongue. It leaves him helplessly gasping into his hand as his thighs shake under your palms.
“Ahh, fuck,” Jungkook cries when you slowly lick down his entire shaft.
There’s a harsh scraping sound from his nails biting into the leather as he attempts to remain in control and the amount of pride it brings you is boundless. You would love nothing more than to just listen to him lose himself in ecstasy all night long.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
Jungkook aggressively whines and nods his head.
“Please, Y/N… please don’t stop.”
Luckily for him, you’re more than ready to feel the weight of him inside your mouth and down your throat. But you do still take some time to tease him.
It begins with a light flick of your tongue across the delicate skin at the base of his cock, where his balls are already fraught with tension. From there you drag the wet muscle upwards inch by inch while tracing the veins pumping blood into his dick and making him agonizingly hard.
Upon returning to his tip, you give him a couple chaste kisses until he whimpers for more. The sound is music to your ears.
He’s sweating now; you can smell it on him as well as see droplets on his forehead and running down his pecs. It gives him a glistening appearance as the light catches and highlights all the stunning valleys of his body. You decide then and there you want to trail your tongue over every inch of his muscular torso. That’ll be the first item on your to-do list once you return home.
“If you want this, you have to ask me properly,” you instruct.
His needy eyes meet your own in a silent plea, but your expression remains sinister and sultry. When he realizes he has no choice but to appease you, his hand falls to his stomach and his stare softens even more.
“I’ll do anything you ask, just please suck my dick. I wanna feel how warm and wet your mouth is; see how deep you can take me.” He sighs as his focus flickers down to his rock hard shaft. “I think I might actually die if you don’t.”
“Hmm. Well, we wouldn’t want that.” You pretend to ponder the request while drawing nonsensical shapes on his thighs. “But I think you need to be more specific.”
Jungkook looks like he’s about to burst into tears of frustration. It causes his eyes to shimmer and you can’t help but admire how pretty they are like that.
“Please… I can’t…”
His desperation is truly exhilarating, but you still help him out by breaking down the request.
“Do you want me to use my tongue?” He nods like he’s in a trance. “Yeah? Want me to lap up all this precum and soak your cock in my drool?”
“Fuck,” Jungkook whines.
“I know you’ve got a larger vocabulary than that, Jungkook. Use your words.”
“Yes. Yes, I want that.”
A smirk appears the longer you witness him teetering on the edge of insanity.
“Good boy,” you respond. “Do you want to feel my mouth around you?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want me to do with it?”
You feel his leg muscles tensing with restraint and his blood even starts pumping faster through his veins when his heart rate skyrockets.
“I… I want you to… to swallow my cock as far as it can go down your throat; over and over again.”
“What else?”
He grinds his teeth together as a pained growl passes through his lips, but he still manages to answer you.
“Want you to choke on my cum when it spills inside your mouth.”
If that isn’t precisely what you were hoping to hear, you don’t know what is.
You’re quite proud of your little human; he’s doing so well considering how far gone he is. You can sense adrenaline overpowering his nervous system as his body yearns for your touch. Most people wouldn’t even be able to utter a single coherent sentence in this state.
“And how bad do you want me to do that, Jungkook?”
The submission seems to snap out of him as his eyes turn into thin slits full of determination. Just as planned, you're clearly pushing him right up against his breaking point.
“I would kill for it,” he declares.
Shit, you’re about to have him so corrupted by the end of the night he’ll practically be part demon.
Rather than continue to question him, you finally cease your torment by kissing and kitten licking his slit so you can swallow his precum, just as you said. He must be healthy because the taste makes you moan in appreciation while your tongue glides across his skin. Once you’re satisfied with how shiny his cockhead is, you wrap your lips around his tip and hollow your cheeks.
Jungkook officially loses it and literally tears a hole in the couch. His other hand creates thin, red streaks on his own abdominal muscles as he screams, his jaw clenches, and the veins in his neck pop out again. It’s genuinely one of the sexiest sights you’ve ever witnessed and you momentarily admire him deep in euphoria before moving further down his shaft.
With every inch you take, Jungkook’s body reacts tenfold. You can hear his blood coursing through his veins like ferocious rapids, his heartbeat thumping like a beast in a cage, and his lungs attempting to push as much oxygen out as possible. Not to mention the potent scent of his arousal, exhilaration, and pure testosterone infiltrating your nostrils.
By the time your lips are entirely stretched around his girth and your nose is buried in his pubic hair, it seems as though his sanity is holding on by a threat. He’s endlessly moaning and panting while all his muscles flex and his skin flushes a deep red.
“Holy fucking shit,” he groans and throws his head back until all you see is his sharp jawline.
Demons don’t have gag reflexes because you’re crafted with human desire in mind. So, it’s easy to hold your position even with his big cock stuffed deep down in your esophagus.
You suction your lips to make a tighter hole and then swallow so your throat constricts around his tip. It causes Jungkook to choke on air while the hand on his stomach instinctively flies to your head. He desperately latches onto your hair until the strands knot around his fingers, using the brutish grip to ground himself.
Once you sense his body relaxing, you slowly rise and lay your tongue out so it caresses the underside of his dick as you go.
“Fuuuck.”
Jungkook’s nails scratch your scalp when you reach his head again and suckle on it before swallowing his entire length once more. You begin bobbing at a leisurely tempo as your tongue keeps him lubricated and applies pressure to the sensitive ridges of his cock. All while your lips remain in a taught circle so the friction is just right.
It’s obviously exactly what he needed because he’s still reacting like you’re sucking the very soul out of him. Each time his tip sinks down your throat he cries out and tugs on your hair, producing a sinful melody of sloppy, wet movements and nonsensical whines.
“Y/N, you’re… you’re killing me.”
Your responding giggle sends vibrations down his shaft and elicits another gasp from above. You free him so you can reply, but Jungkook whimpers at the sudden lack of warmth.
“I’ve only just begun, baby,” you retort.
He blows air out of his mouth and releases the tattered couch to push his hair away from his face.
“I know. I need more.”
“More?”
The demand sends your eyebrows up your forehead. You were going slow for his benefit because you know he’ll be embarrassed if he blows his load in less than five seconds. Which is precisely what’ll happen if you pick up the pace. But if that’s his wish, who are you to deny him?
“Mmhm,” he reaffirms. “I want you to do your worst.”
Your head tilts as you silently challenge his request, but Jungkook holds firm and doesn’t sever your eye contact. Impressive.
“It’s your funeral, dollface.”
Without another word, you completely encompass his dick again and return to your previous endeavor, but at a much quicker pace. It’s clear Jungkook didn’t realize what he was asking for because almost immediately his noises double in volume and his opposite hand joins the one on your head.
His fingers fumble around your skull for something to grasp, but it takes him a moment to secure your hair in his fist because your head is rising and falling too fast.
“Ah. Ah, fuck.”
Not only are you rapidly bobbing, but your mouth’s tension is tighter and you purposely swallow whenever he’s stuffed down your throat. You keep your tongue flat as well so you can taste all the precum spilling from his slit due to him nearing a climax.
As if that isn’t enough, you also let go of his thigh to cradle his balls. That one touch alone is all it takes for Jungkook to wail and force your face down as he comes in your mouth in violent spurts of white.
You enthusiastically moan while his cock twitches and drenches your throat in his seed, but you don’t swallow. Instead, you wait until his orgasm ends to lift your head before crawling over his shaking torso. Upon reaching his face, you tug on his chin so his jaw drops open and hover as close as possible to spit the warm liquid into his mouth.
“Swallow,” you order while forcing his lips closed again. His throat bobs when he instantly obeys and eats his own cum, bringing a devilish smile to your face. “Mm, my baby’s such a good listener.”
Jungkook is still panting as his mind and body settle into normalcy, but he manages to nod in agreement.
“Could never… say no… to you,” he confesses.
“Is that right?”
His head moves up and down again, but you can tell it’s totally mindless. You sit back on your heels in the space between his knees and wait for his return to earth, which takes another couple minutes.
“Holy shit.”
He pushes his hair back a few times before shaking his head like he's trying to right his brain. His eyes eventually land on you just ahead of him and a spark of desire flickers in the dark brown pools. His natural reaction makes you grin again, albeit far less mischievous than your last one.
“How are you doing?”
Jungkook chuckles in disbelief.
“I’ve never experienced something so intense in my whole life,” he claims.
“Told you.”
You reach out to trace the scratch marks on his abs and his eyes follow the movement, but then he surprises you by catching your wrist.
“I don’t think I’ll ever enjoy a blowjob from someone else again.”
Well, of course not.
“I know,” you respond with a faux sympathetic frown. “But that can be easily solved.”
“How?”
Both the unease that crosses his features and the anxiety radiating from him prompt you to comfort him by straddling his lap.
When you sit on his thighs, your bare pussy lands right on his cock that’s still partially hard. The contact makes him groan as his hands find your hips and he starts drawing lazy circles with his fingertips while your own trail up his chest.
“By coming with me.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen and his hands cease their expedition as he digests your answer.
“Come with you where?”
It seems like he already has an inclination.
“To Hell, of course.”
With his suspicions confirmed, his fear spikes and you feel his fingers flexing at your sides. You attempt to soothe him by caressing his collarbones and shoulders, which at least causes his heartbeat to slow down a little.
“Could I come and go?”
“No, baby. It would have to be forever.”
“Can’t you just stay here?”
His gentle optimism tugs at your heart strings, even if just a little bit.
“Unfortunately not. The tear you caused only allows me to pass through for one night. If I’m here any longer than that, I’ll cease to exist,” you explain.
He compulsively chews on his bottom lip while his eyes follow the motion of his own hands along your waist.
“But what about my fans, my family, my… my members?”
Before answering, you tilt his chin up so you can see his eyes which are swimming with indecision. You then paint a pout on your lips and allow a wave of hurt to overtake your face.
Just because you can’t lie, doesn’t mean you can’t manipulate.
“Don’t you want to be with me, Jungkook?”
“Of course, I do,” he immediately assures you.
“Then what’s the problem?”
Feigning ignorance is always a good trick for making human men fall straight into your clutches. It also helps that Jungkook’s already deep in your web and all you have to do is spin the silk.
“I would be giving up my entire life; my career, my loved ones.”
You thoughtfully hum for a moment before leaning in so you can whisper in his ear. As your lips graze his cartilage, he shivers beneath you and you’re certain you’ve got him.
“But you would have me.” Jungkook moans when you softly bite his earlobe while digging your nails into his chest. “It could be just you and me for all eternity, baby. Just like this.”
To amplify your point, you grind down in his lap so he can feel your wet cunt gliding across his dick.
“Fuck, I…” He pauses at the same time his hands grip your waist tighter. “I want that. I swear, I do, but I need to think about it.”
“Of course,” you concur and lift your head to meet his gaze. “I would never expect you to make such a big decision without plenty of consideration first.”
Jungkook hums in approval as he traces your curves until his fingers are gently resting on your neck.
“Can I finally kiss you now?” When you shake your head, he aggressively pouts. “Why not?”
His expression unintentionally brings a smile to your face. You never expected to feel so charmed by a mere mortal, but Jungkook seems to be one-of-a-kind.
“Kissing me is your one-way ticket to Hell.”
“How?”
“If you kiss me, we’ll both be instantly transported there. So, I suppose it’s really up to you.”
For a split second it almost seems like he’ll say “fuck it” and plant his lips on yours, but he inevitably just nods.
“Can I still… can we keep going? Even though I haven’t decided yet?”
The question makes you smirk and playfully tilt your head.
“Can you handle that?”
You grind against him again, causing his head to tip back in ecstasy while his cock grows harder underneath you. As you continue pulling yourself across his thighs, Jungkook’s hands creep up into your hair before he tugs hard to expose your throat. His lips attach themselves to your skin where he sucks and licks across your neck with a possessive growl.
Although you know feeling your pussy on his dick is driving him wild, it’s just as wonderful for you. He’s fully erect again and the friction caused by your fluid, repetitive movements feels incredible, especially on your clit. You could definitely make you both come just like this, but you’re dying to have him buried deep inside you already.
His lips are relentlessly painting your throat in saliva while his fingers roam your scalp and knot your hair. He’s clearly the type of person who wants to touch you everywhere and you’re more than willing to let him. Similarly, you spend your time mapping his pecs and abs before eventually shoving his shirt and jacket off to reveal his upper body.
Jungkook takes the hint and releases your head so he can finish removing his clothes, all without pausing his kisses on your neck.
“Wanna see you,” he whispers into your skin.
“Be my guest.”
There isn’t an ounce of hesitation when he snatches the bottom hem of your dress to yank it over your head. He sits back to admire you in your entirety for the first time and he must like what he sees because his eyes expand into massive, starry globes.
“Damn.”
His hands reclaim your waist so he can slowly traverse your body. He glides over your hips and up your ribs until he reaches your breasts and cups them in his big hands. You moan in tandem as his fingers squeeze and massage your flesh, with Jungkook seemingly hypnotized by the sight.
He’s gentle with you despite the fact that you’re still lackadaisically humping each other. If you didn’t know any better you would think he’s never seen a pair of tits before based on how adorably curious he looks. But perhaps it’s just you he’s so entranced by.
“Am I everything you were hoping for, Jungkook?”
You already know the answer. No human could ever disagree with that statement, but you want to hear his response regardless.
It takes him a second to process the question since he’s still hyper focused on the way your supple skin pops out between his digits, but he eventually blinks and returns his gaze to your face.
“No.” He shakes his head. “You’re more. So much fucking more.”
The next thing you know his head dips so he can encase one nipple in his mouth while tweaking the other between his thumb and forefinger. On instinct, your hand rises to his hair where you sink your fingers into the sea of curly, black strands. He hums in appreciation while his lips and teeth work together to turn your nub sensitive and hard. Once he’s satisfied, he switches sides to repeat the motions.
He then kisses across the swell of your breasts while his hands continue to caress your skin. Puffs of air created by his pleasurable groans tickle the wet spots he’s leaving on you until he finally returns to kissing your neck.
It feels like he’s worshipping you and although you’re used to humans being in awe of you, this is something else entirely. You can’t tell if it’s because you did such an amazing job reeling him in or if Jungkook is just a naturally devoted person. Either way, you’re more than willing to let him keep going uninterrupted. It isn’t everyday you get to take a backseat in these situations.
“You’re perfect, Y/N,” he notes following a final smooch to your jugular. “Just absolutely fucking perfect.”
You chuckle.
“That’s the whole point, dollface,” you counter.
Jungkook parrots your laugh at the same time he lifts his head to look at you again. His eyes are so expressive and he doesn’t hold back in using them to show his obvious reverence for you.
Upon witnessing his affectionate gaze, you smirk and shove his shoulder so he falls back into the couch. He grunts in surprise before the sound morphs into a lighthearted giggle.
His hands automatically find your hips to continue guiding you back and forth across his lap. By now, his cock is practically coated in your arousal and it would be far too easy to sheath him inside your warm walls.
Alas, he’s still human, and you don’t want to break him before you buy him. Figuratively speaking.
“Are you sure you can keep going? I know that blowjob really drained you.”
Your fingertips are absentmindedly tracing the crevices of his abdominal muscles and Jungkook smiles at the tickling sensation.
“I rehearse my songs while running on a treadmill. Trust me, I’ve got plenty of stamina.”
“Well, I sure hope so.” While bending down so you’re nose to nose, you slide your hands up and over his chest until they land on his shoulders. “Because we’re not stopping until I’m completely satisfied.”
His grin grows to the point his eyes turn into little crescents.
“You don’t need to worry about that.”
Following his reply, he pitches his hips up to send his cock straight into your clit. The friction forces your eyes into your skull and Jungkook has the nerve to giggle at your expense.
He’s quite the enigma; flipping from begging to taunting at the drop of a hat. It intrigues you more than you care to admit, but you suppose that’s a good thing if he’s going to be yours forever.
Before he can pull another stunt, you use his shoulders to push yourself upright again. Jungkook’s eyes follow the movement with a flicker of heat and you even feel his dick twitching. It’s an adorably human trait of his. You barely have to do anything to make him all starry-eyed.
One of your hands slides down his chest for support while the other sneaks between your bodies. You kneel so you have enough room to wrap your fingers around his shaft, allowing you to stroke him into the perfect seat.
When you start lowering your body, Jungkook moans with his eyes fixated on the sight of you nearing his cock. Then once his tip kisses your entrance, the sound becomes a deep groan and he slams his head into the couch.
“Oh, shit,” he hisses.
Nothing more than his cockhead is inside you, but you can’t really blame him for losing it already. Human women are downright incomparable to you, and the farther he slips inside your velvet walls, the louder and more strained his voice becomes. Plus his hands are desperately clawing at your waist like he won’t survive without touching you.
“Shh.” You pacify him by running your fingertips all along his pecs and collarbones. “Just breathe, baby.”
“I don’t know if I can. You’re so fucking tight.”
“Well, it isn’t just me.” With a smirk, your fingers dance up to his neck where you apply the lightest amount of pressure. “You’re so big, Jungkook.”
He chuckles and lifts his head to meet your gaze. There’s a proud smile gracing his lips, but it vanishes when you finish sitting on his thighs so his entire length is suddenly nestled inside your cunt.
“Ahh, God!”
“Hey!” You squeeze the sides of his throat, causing him to gasp and arch his back. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”
“I’m sorry.”
His big, puppy eyes are staring up at you and it’s almost enough to make you relent.
“God’s not here, baby. Quite the opposite.”
Just to prove a point, you turn your eyes crimson again. But much to your surprise, Jungkook looks more aroused than scared. He proceeds to genuinely shock you by moving his hand from your hip to your cheek before gently running his thumb back and forth across your skin.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”
For a split second you actually feel your heart flutter inside your chest, but then you notice the mischievous gleam in his eye.
“Are you trying to distract me?”
Jungkook’s lips form a smirk to match his playful irises.
“Is it working?”
Rather than responding, you use your free hand to remove his own from your face and force it above his head. He grunts and pushes against your grasp with a determined expression, but you don’t let him budge an inch.
“Not even close,” you sneer.
“No?” Jungkook wraps his opposite arm around your waist and thrusts up, sending his cock into your g-spot and pulling a low whine from you in the process. When he laughs at your reaction, you can’t help but admire this more devious side of him. “You know, you’re not as scary as you seem.”
Now that just won’t do. Sure, you’ll admit you have a soft spot for this particular mortal, but that doesn’t mean he’s allowed to believe he has any real power. To rectify his perception, you tighten your grip around his throat until he gasps again and his eyes roll back from the pleasure.
“You don’t think so?” He moans as you continue to apply pressure. “I could do so much to you, Jungkook. Your precious little life lies entirely in my hands.”
“Then take it,” he grunts before his eyes fly open so he can stare you down. “I’m yours, anyway.”
Oh?
Well, you’ve clearly succeeded in tempting him past the point of no return. Either that or he’s an exceptional poker player who knows when to call a bluff.
You decide to match his energy by bending over until your lips are only centimeters apart. Even the slightest movement from either of you could end Jungkook’s life as he knows it.
“Just one kiss and your days as a human end right here, right now.”
Jungkook merely smiles in return before pursing his lips, causing you to hold your breath in anticipation, but all he does is kiss the tip of your nose.
“Can’t wait.”
Fuck. As if he couldn’t get any damn hotter. There's nothing you love more than clear and utter devotion.
A pregnant pause passes over the room while you rise to your previous position. Jungkook tightens his arm around your waist to keep you perched in his lap, but you don’t let him leave it there for long.
“Nuh uh. Other hand, too.”
You press down on his trapped palm to illustrate your instruction, causing Jungkook to pout.
“But I wanna feel you.”
“You can touch me once you make me come. If you make me come,” you explain.
A resolute fire burns in his irises as he raises his opposite arm and lets you cross his wrists so you can keep him pinned to the couch with one hand.
He honestly looks unbelievable in this position. The drastic dichotomy between his big biceps and tiny waist is perfectly showcased for your admiration. If only you had more hands to explore his every vein and muscle while you fuck.
Jungkook must take notice of where your focus is because he tilts his hips up again to catch your attention.
“Like what you see?”
You tsk at him and shake your head. His confidence is undeniably sexy, but it’s also about time he remembers his place.
After moving your hand up from his neck, you force your two middle fingers into his mouth. Jungkook initially yelps in shock, but soon enough he hollows his cheeks and starts sucking on your digits.
While he zealously follows your command, you slowly push and pull your appendages in and out of his mouth. It leaves his chin shiny with spit as it dribbles out past his lips.
“Now I like what I see.”
Jungkook hums in approval while his tongue twirls around and in between your fingers. You have him right where you want him now; totally restrained by one hand and gagged by the other. If there were ever a time to fuck him into submission, it would be this moment.
So, you kneel far enough to leave only his tip inside you before slamming back down.
A muffled shriek is all you hear besides the wet squelch of your pussy sucking him in once again. His hands flex in your grasp as the rest of his body tenses and writhes in pleasure. Best of all, you don’t allow him to fully recover from the overwhelming ecstasy before you begin bouncing on his thighs.
Following just the first couple strokes, your pussy vehemently pulses and contracts because of how phenomenal riding Jungkook’s cock feels. Not only is his head seamlessly hitting your cervix, but he’s the perfect thickness to provide friction everywhere you need him to. You also grind against his pelvis on every downward thrust, stimulating your clit exactly how you like.
Jungkook’s own enjoyment is quite obvious, given that he hasn’t stopped shouting and his entire body reacts to every little thing you do. He’s sweating like a racehorse, his chest and neck are bright red from all the blood rushing through his veins, and you can smell the scent of exhilaration coming off of him in waves.
Even so, he still manages to meet each of your thrusts with one of his own from below. It seems he wasn’t exaggerating about putting his all into everything he does.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” you encourage him.
He moans at your praises while staring at you with those big, obsidian eyes you can’t get enough of. The comment must ignite something in him because he ramps up both the force and speed of his movements until he’s almost doing all the work. In fact, his actions are so harsh you have to pull your fingers from his mouth so you can hold onto his chest for support.
You hear him gasp once your digits are gone, but it quickly becomes a whimper when you start bucking your hips to match his pace. It creates a ferocious, sensual clapping sound of skin meeting skin that reverberates off the walls along with your tandem whines.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Jungkook’s head is pointed towards the ceiling now as he mindlessly chants, but you want to witness his handsome face contorting with pleasure. So, you grab his chin and pull his focus back to you.
“Speechless, huh?”
All he can muster is a weak nod.
Before the ability to speak returns to him, you lean over and lick up the side of his neck. The tip of your tongue traces his jugular while the large vein erratically pulses beneath his skin. Afterwards, you nibble on his earlobe and trail your lips back down via wet kisses along his throat.
The sensation of your hot lips dancing across his skin produces a growl from deep within his chest. You can tell he longs to return the favor, too, because he keeps thrashing against your hand that’s still holding his own hostage.
“I won’t… I won’t last,” he confesses. “You feel too damn amazing.”
“Excuse me?”
Within a split second, you sit upright again and use your free hand to slap him before harshly clutching his face; letting your fingertips dig into his round cheeks.
“Oh, fuck!”
“I don’t fucking think so,” you snap. “You don’t come until I say you do. Got that?”
“Ye… yes.”
Despite agreeing without any hesitation, it’s easier said than done, and you can feel him clenching his abdominal muscles in an attempt to control his release.
“Atta boy.”
You return your hand to his neck again and Jungkook moans while his eyes roll back. It’s stupidly attractive how much he enjoys being treated like your very own sex toy, including having his air supply severed.
After successfully stopping himself from letting go too soon, his disastrous tempo from before returns in full force. It feels fucking exquisite, and the melody of synchronized cries filling the room certainly proves that.
Although Jungkook’s working hard beneath you, the credit isn’t solely his own. You’re still expertly riding his dick like it’s the last thing you’ll do. Since you don’t ever get tired or feel any aches, it’s all too easy to continue bouncing up and down in his lap while grinding your hips together.
Truthfully, you didn’t think a human could ever provide you with such ecstasy, but fate must have played a large role in Jungkook being the one to break the barrier between your worlds.
Even so, it seems he’s still willing to give you more.
“Let me go so I can fuck you like you deserve,” he breathlessly pleads.
You aren’t normally one to go back on your word, but you’re intrigued to see what he can accomplish with the use of his hands.
“Don’t make me regret this, Jungkook.”
As soon as you release his wrists and hold onto his chest instead, he gropes your hips and plants his feet against the couch. He proceeds to ruthlessly pound into you while using his newfound grasp to force your body down, making his dick reach entirely new depths inside you.
The adjustment is so abrupt and animalistic you have no choice but to drive your nails into his pecs to keep yourself steady. There’s no longer anything for you to do besides hang on for the ride, although you keep contracting your muscles so your pussy squeezes Jungkook’s cock every time he sinks into you again.
“Oh, just like that,” you keen as your head lulls back.
“I wanna feel you let go. Want you to fucking soak my cock in cum.”
You chuckle and press down on the sides of his throat.
“Then you better make me.”
Jungkook takes your words to heart. Somehow, in complete contrast to what a human should be able to do, he escalates his efforts even further until the couch beneath you starts rattling and creaking like it’ll combust if you keep going any longer.
It leaves you speechless, to be quite honest. Not even a demon has fucked you so ferociously before and they don’t have any physical limitations.
Your body usually requires an excessive amount of stimulation to reach a climax, but you can already feel an orgasm looming just off the horizon with how hard Jungkook is working to break you off.
“Feels so good, Jungkook.”
“Come for me,” he pants. “Please, Y/N.”
There’s no point in holding back from giving him what he wants. Besides, his dick furiously moving in and out of your cunt and rubbing against your swollen walls feels too damn good to even attempt it.
When your muscles brutally constrict before relaxing around Jungkook, not only does it pull a low moan from your lips, but he gasps and throws his head back. Your pussy drowns his length in sticky arousal that makes it effortless for him to keep fucking you throughout the high. Additionally, his fingertips create deep divots in your skin as he refrains from following you straight into the pool of euphoria threatening to drag him under.
Just like everything prior, the sensation is undeniably amazing. Your climax erupts in your core and spreads through your entire body, seeping into every vein and nerve like a tsunami of pleasure. It unintentionally causes you to scratch Jungkook’s chest and tighten your grip on his throat, something you only realize when you hear his breathing turn shallow and ragged.
You quickly remove your hand from his neck for a reprieve and Jungkook takes a sharp inhale to refill his lungs. Meanwhile, you paint more red streaks on his tender skin by dragging your nails all the way down his abs.
“Fuck,” he sighs before finally halting the avid movement of his hips.
“Mm.” After sitting up in his lap, you start drawing little shapes along the taut ridges of his stomach. “You were great, baby.”
A tired, smug grin forms on Jungkook’s lips.
“Thank you.”
The genuine gratitude in his voice makes you smile.
“In fact, you did such a wonderful job that I think I’ll let you come next time,” you offer.
Your comment makes Jungkook’s eyes light up as he wraps an arm around your waist so he can lean against the armrest and still keep you seated on his cock.
“You mean it?”
“Well, you have to keep up the good work, but I’d argue you deserve it.”
Jungkook’s expression morphs into a proud smirk as his eyes flit around your face.
“How do you want me?”
“Now that’s a tough question.” It takes you a minute to ponder a response and you glide your fingertips back up his chest while you decide. “Because I would love for you to take me from the back, but then I don’t get to see this handsome face.”
You clutch his jaw and wiggle his head back and forth to make your point, causing Jungkook to blush and squeeze his eyes shut with a sweet laugh.
It’s still surprising how much you adore his mannerisms considering you thrive on sin and corruption, but what’s downright jarring is how easily he can switch between different personas. He’s clearly talented in the bedroom and can keep up with your wit and flirtations, all while being one of the most adorable humans you’ve ever encountered.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to overcompensate by fucking you as hard as I can,” he parries.
Exhibit A.
“Don’t go making promises you can’t keep, dollface.”
Jungkook gets a twinkle in his eye at your challenge and before you know it he’s laying you back on the couch, earning him an eyebrow raise.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You don’t get a chance to continue your banter because Jungkook shocks you by flipping you over onto all fours and yanking you towards him until your ass meets his crotch. It’s quite the bold move for a mortal and you find yourself gawking at him over your shoulder. “What?” He thrusts forward so his hard cock slides between your folds and teases your clit. “You want it rough, don’t you?”
“I think you’re becoming a little too comfortable,” you note.
That damn shimmer in his eyes just grows until the whole galaxy is taunting you in a deep shade of brown.
“Confident,” he corrects you.
You click your tongue at his response before reaching back to steal one of his hands resting on your hipbone.
“Then put your money where your mouth is.”
When you place his palm on the crown of your head to imply what he should do, Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead. He recovers quickly, though, and soon enough heeds your demand by forcing your face into the couch cushions at the same time his other hand pushes down on your waist to make your back arch.
“My pleasure,” he grunts across another thrust that sinks his cock deep inside you again.
Despite experiencing this mere minutes ago, the new position and his entire length entering you at once elicits a guttural moan from you both. His dick fills you up so impeccably and from behind his tip is already kissing your cervix. He makes you feel so warm and full, but what you truly can’t wait for is the sensation of his cum seeping into your cunt.
Jungkook still hasn’t moved since sheathing himself within your satin walls because he’s too busy savoring the moment. You can hear him groaning behind you and his grasp on both your head and hip are becoming bruising.
“You doing alright back there?”
He produces a noise somewhere between a chuckle and a scoff.
“I didn’t think it was possible for you to feel any tighter, but this angle is fucking insane.”
His hips rear back before you can respond and suddenly he’s fucking you with the force of a thousand men again. Due to your face being smushed against the leather, you can’t do much but moan and maintain your position while Jungkook relentlessly abuses your g-spot.
It feels phenomenal and you know without a shadow of a doubt that bringing home with you is a nonnegotiable. There’s not a chance in Hell you’ll ever let this be the last time he stretches you apart on his cock.
“Holy fucking shit,” Jungkook curses under his breath. “Feels so fucking good.”
Along with his mindless ramblings, he pushes down harder on your head while gripping your ass with his opposite hand until your flesh bulges out between his digits. A moment later, a stinging sensation follows the loud clap caused by him spanking you.
“Shit, do that again,” you moan.
Jungkook instantly obeys and smacks you as hard as he can, making you lurch forward until he grabs the meat of your ass again to yank you back into him.
“So even a demon likes being fucked like a slut, huh?”
His statement causes you to snicker and turn your head so you can see him.
“Only when the person’s doing it right,” you counter.
The last thing you witness before Jungkook shoves your face back down is a proud grin.
His attention returns to the main event afterwards and you have to admit both the strength and tempo of his strokes are beyond ambitious. He’s railing into you as though he’s the immortal being and it sends your eyes rolling straight into your skull.
You’ve always loved this position, but doing it with Jungkook is an exceptional experience. Between his pelvis repeatedly meeting your ass, his balls slapping your clit, and his big cock molding your walls into his shape, you can’t fathom a more erotic combination.
In fact, it’s so immaculate you can already feel another climax building in your gut. All you need is just a little more effort from the man currently spearing you on his dick. Not because it’s necessary to make you come, but because you want to know how far he’ll push himself.
“Harder, baby.”
Poor Jungkook chokes as his hips momentarily falter.
“Ha — harder?”
“What?” You rise from your elbows so you can twist your neck enough to make eye contact with him. “You can’t handle that?”
Jungkook’s face of pure determination lights a fire in your belly that you’re dying to have him quench.
Rather than replying, he twirls your hair around his fingers and tugs until your head is so far back you can almost count the paint chips on the ceiling. Then he plants his other hand atop your own on the leather before falling forward so his chest is resting on your spine.
With his lips right beside your ear now, he nibbles on your cartilage while slotting his digits between yours.
“I can handle anything, baby,” he snarls.
The new angle provides him with more stability that he utilizes to give you precisely what you’re asking for. Without another thought, he retreats until only his cockhead remains inside, just past your tight circle of nerves, and holds the position for an irritating amount of time.
“You trying to tease me?”
Jungkook chuckles as his head dips so he can venerate your neck.
“Something like that.”
When he begins again, you genuinely experience what it’s like to be a human.
He immediately starts pounding into you so mercilessly the couch nudges closer to the wall every time he enters you. You can’t feel pain or suffer a bruise, but if you could, you imagine you would be black and blue from how hard his hips are slamming into your ass. Not to mention the severe headache he’d be giving you from how firmly he’s clutching and yanking on your hair.
“Fuck… Jungkook…” you mumble between thrusts.
Another deep laugh tickles your ear.
“Hard enough for you?”
His hand totally encompasses your own, his fingertips pressing down on your palm, as he uses the leverage to maintain his inhuman pace.
It’s the most embarrassing moment in your entire thousand-year-long existence because you can’t find the wherewithal to answer him. You’re too awestruck by his sweaty, taut chest rubbing against your back and his cock ravaging your pussy.
Your lack of response tells him everything he needs to know, and you can practically smell the immense pride wafting off him.
Another orgasm is dangerously close to overpowering your senses, but you want to feel him paint your cunt in his seed before then. Plus he really deserves to bust his load after what you’ve put him through tonight. So, you focus on speaking rather than the myriad of sensations he’s providing.
“Can you feel me pulsing around you?”
“Fuck, of course I can.”
“Then come with me. Not a second before or after, got it?”
Jungkook nods where his face is still buried in your neck, but you also sense a hint of nervousness on behalf of him not wanting to disappoint you.
Cute.
As both your highs approach, Jungkook’s moans grow louder and his breathing becomes nothing more than short, erratic puffs of air. It’s obvious how close he is and you clench your core to give him that final push.
In response, he whines into your skin as his harsh strokes shift to just grinding against your ass because the ecstasy is too overwhelming.
“Please, baby, I can’t…”
“Don’t you dare,” you warn him.
“Y/N,” he cries in desperation.
After only a couple more penetrating thrusts, your pussy convulses and drenches Jungkook’s cock in essence, and just as instructed, he comes at the exact same time with a loud, broken sob.
His hot cum floods your cunt as he whimpers and continues to roll his hips into you. In turn, your orgasm makes you unabashedly moan and fall forward onto your elbows. Both your bodies shake while intense euphoria surges through you until all you can feel is one another.
By the time your climaxes end, the only sound in the room is you two panting and the wet squelch of Jungkook still lazily fucking you.
“I… damn,” he rasps.
You chuckle.
“Good job, dollface.”
With that, you collapse onto the couch and involuntarily pull Jungkook down with you since he’s still nestled deep inside your walls. The two of you lie there just catching your breath and letting your bodies relax until he eventually releases your hair and peels himself off your back.
You’re too exhausted to pay attention to his movements, but you can hear him stumbling across the room. Then all of the sudden he’s rolling you over and gently running a soft towel between your legs to clean you up.
His natural attentiveness makes you giggle.
“You don’t have to do that.”
Jungkook weakly shakes his head.
“I’m nothing if not a gentleman.” Once he’s done, he tosses the rag aside and crashes into the armrest. A silent moment passes before his expression turns inquisitive. “You can’t… you can’t get pregnant, right?”
“No,” you laugh. “I don’t have reproductive organs.”
“Oh, good.”
“What? You don’t want to raise a half human, half demon baby with me?”
He smiles and tilts his head to and fro like he's actually contemplating it.
“I suppose it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”
Following an affectionate shake of your head, you sit up so you’re mirroring his position across from him.
Even after everything you’ve already done tonight, you notice his eyes drinking you up from head to toe. It fills you with accomplishment and reminds you of the task at hand.
“So, you made up your mind yet?”
Jungkook’s eyes tilt down while he fiddle with his fingers.
“I have. Think I did before my dick was even inside you,” he admits. “Is that pathetic?” He glances up and you can see all the different emotions swimming in his eyes. “I mean, shouldn’t I have some more respect for my mortality?”
“No.” Your casual response earns you a questioning look. “You want what you want. There’s no shame in that.”
Your answer seems to satisfy him somewhat because his hands fall to his sides and he sits up straighter.
“What will it be like for the people I leave behind?”
“It’ll be as though you vanished without a trace.”
He hums in acknowledgment.
“I guess I should leave a note then.”
Jungkook doesn’t wait for a response before standing and rummaging through his desk to find a pen and paper. While he does, you scoop your dress up from the floor and shimmy into it. You also grab his clothes and place them on the couch for him.
Once he’s done, he takes a deep breath and turns in your direction. You gesture towards the pile of black material and he graciously bows his head before throwing the different articles of clothing back on.
You situate yourself on his desk where the note now lies as you wait for him to finish, sitting on the edge so your feet dangle just off the ground.
Curiosity gets the better of you, and you find yourself glancing down at the small piece of paper taped to the wood so it doesn’t get disturbed.
It’s surprisingly short, but you suppose it states everything it needs to. Written in Korean, it reads:
Don’t worry about me. I’m okay. I love you.
It could be addressed to anybody, which you’re positive is the reason he kept it so vague. His final words will bring comfort to everyone from his family, band members, and multitude of fans all around the world.
You wish you could say you feel bad he has to leave such a wonderful life behind, but you honestly don’t. No matter how much you adore your little mortal, you still have an agenda as a demon and you’re getting precisely what you want.
After hopping off the desk, you contemplate how to go about actually sealing the deal. Even though Jungkook agreed to come with you, humans often hesitate on big decisions at the last second. You don’t want to kiss him by force, since that could cause resentment, but you do want to return home soon.
Your worries end up being for naught, because when you turn towards Jungkook to ask him a question, you hear him exclaim under his breath.
“So, how do you —”
“Fuck it.”
Everything happens so fast you don’t even realize what’s occurring until you feel Jungkook’s lips pressing against your own. The foreign taste and sensation initially shocks you, and you even squeak when he passionately slots your mouths together as his fingers rake into your hair.
On instinct, your fingers curl around the fabric of his torn shirt to tug him closer and Jungkook contentedly hums. No doubt because he’s finally making up for all the times he wanted to kiss you throughout the night. He’s a damn good kisser, too. His lips are soft, warm, and move in perfect harmony with your own.
You aren’t certain how long you two make out, but you know it’s enough time to be transported back home together. Especially once you can feel the familiar heat of your humble abode swirling around you.
Jungkook pulls away first, but his eyes stay closed for a moment while you admire his features in the hazy, red ambiance of Hell for the first time. He’s sporting a blissful smile as though he didn’t just bid farewell to the only life he’s ever known and it causes you to giggle with pride.
When his eyes do fly open, they land on you before something over your shoulder catches his attention. The already large spheres widen dramatically as he observes the unfamiliar space. You hear his heartbeat speed up and sense waves of anxiety and fear washing over him, but you think you know a decent remedy.
While he’s still busy surveying his new surroundings, including the grand pillars, ornate decor, and high ceilings of your home, you slowly walk backwards down the hall.
“Welcome home, Jungkook,” you chirp. “To Hell, that is.”
With a seductive wink, you turn on your heel and strut away from him. Once you’re a few feet ahead, you twist around to make a come hither motion with your pointer finger.
His eyebrows rise like he’s almost surprised you’re talking to him, but then his nerves seem to settle as a smirk grows on his lips.
“So, you coming or not?”
You continue towards your room after turning around again and just like magic, you soon hear a chuckle followed by the sound of Jungkook jogging to catch up with you.
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❝ summary: everyone knows you as the good girl ; the one who never does anything reckless. except you’re so fucking tired of that image. (and you’re also very… horny.) so when you decide to be bold and finally go after hoseok — your nice study partner but frustratingly oblivious fuckboy — things don’t really go as planned. instead, you end up tangled in a fake relationship with the campus favorite fuckboy ; jeon jungkook .
❝ pairing: grumpy wannabe fuckgirl!oc x smug fuckboy!jk
❝ genre/tropes/au: smau + written , fake dating / fake relationship , slow burn , strangers to friends (a little bit of frenemies?¿) to fuckbuddies to lovers
❝ warnings: no love triangle , university au , frat house / frat boys / frat parties , mentions of alcohol / smoking / drugs , alcohol consumption , bts members + side characters involved , fluff , humor / rom-com vibes , good girl gone bad , judgy!oc ; oc is lowk mean, fuckboy jungkook who’s full of himself , mutual pining , messy feelings , bad decisions , petty moments , sexual tension , jealousy , misunderstanding , arguments , sexting , eventual written smut !
❝ note: i’m finally rewriting fuckboy!jk, and i couldnt be more excited to start this fic. this time, we have more lore, more chapters, more characters, and all the chaos & sillyness it deserves <3
SUMMARY: After discovering her brother's secret life as the leader of an underground racing crew, Y/N is pulled into a world of speed, danger, and rivalry. That's where she meets Jeon Jungkook - the fearless leader of the opposing crew, the one her brother can't stand, and the last person she should ever get close to. But Jungkook is impossible to ignore. And Y/ N is impossible for him to forget. Because in a world where every choice could end in flames...falling for each other might be the most dangerous race of all.
PAIRING: racer!jk x model!reader
WARNINGS: brother's enemy, somewhat forbidden love, smut, angst, fluff, obsession, jealousy, possessiveness, masturbation, unprotected sex, sexting, bodily fluids, rough sex, multiple positions, public sex, degradation kink, dirty talk, sexual tension, sexual teasing, smoking, violence, illegal activities, mentions of blood, control
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SHAI'S NOTE: so...this is kinda my first series here on tumblr. i got inspired to write this after relistening to ohmami by chase atlantic (i love ca to death) and also afterrewatching culpa mia hehe. i'm hella scared to see how this turns out cus tumblr is filled with incredible writers and i'm a newbie. please be nice to me 🥹🙏💗
Their father owned a flourishing international investment company, a name that carried weight in boardrooms across continents. The eldest son stood beside him, groomed carefully to inherit the empire, sharp-eyed and immaculate in every sense of the word. And the youngest, Y/n, had slipped effortlessly into the world their late mother once belonged to, signed under a prestigious modeling agency, her face familiar on campaigns for Chanel, Vivienne Westwood, Chrome Hearts, just to name a few.
On paper, it was a life others only dreamed of.
They were fortunate. Obscenely so. Their paths already drawn in clean, confident lines, as if doubt had never been invited into the household. There were no wrong turns to take, no room for hesitation. The Min family was perfect.
Or at least, that was what Y/n had always believed.
The first crack appeared quietly—almost politely—when her older brother began to drift. Not away from her alone, but from the idea of family itself. Y/n wondered if they could even still call themselves one. Their mother was gone, after all, and the house had never quite learned how to breathe without her.
Yoongi had always been his mother's son.
That was what Y/n told herself when his behavior changed. He had always been disciplined, relentless, incapable of imperfection. Long nights at the office were nothing new. Responsibility clung to him like a second skin. But lately, the excuse of work felt stretched thin, worn down by repetition. As if he'd been abusing it.
He missed dinners. Movie nights passed without him. Even at business events. When he did appear, he slipped away moments later, a ghost in a tailored suit. He would arrive, nod, offer a fleeting presence, and disappear before anyone could ask him to stay.
It felt as though he had never been there at all.
And Y/n couldn't ignore it anymore.
Curiosity settled into her bones, restless and sharp. She moved carefully, like a cat—quiet steps, ears pricked, senses attuned to every shift in the air. She watched, listened, followed the spaces Yoongi left behind, convinced that understanding would soothe the unease coiling in her chest.
It didn't.
Because the moment she started looking closer, Y/n realized why curiosity had always been warned against. Why curiosity killed the cat.
Some truths weren't meant to be uncovered. But maybe
Y/n got something out of it for herself.
The mansion was quiet. Not the comforting kind of quiet, but the kind that rang in your ears if you listened too closely. The walls remained dark despite the floor-to-ceiling windows that let sunlight spill in freely, long orange streaks melting into the marble floors. Hidden lights glowed faintly in the crevices of the ceiling and beneath the staircase, outlining the architecture like veins under pale skin. A fireplace sat unused, cold stone watching the room like an unblinking eye.
The air was sharp, chilled in a way that had nothing to do with the air conditioner. Sitting bare-skinned against the black leather couch sent a jolt through Y/n, like static electricity snapping against her nerves. The house looked the same as it always had—pristine, expensive, untouched.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Y/n used to like the peace. After days spent under studio lights where everyone either barked orders or scrambled to obey them, the quiet felt earned. Sacred, even. Home was where she could exhale, where she didn't have to hold a pose or a smile.
But lately, she wasn't sure this place deserved to be called home at all.
There was no sign of her father—no echo of his footsteps, no phone calls conducted in clipped tones behind closed doors. No older brother passing by, no teasing remarks, no annoyed sighs when she invaded his personal space like she used to. And certainly no mother, filling the kitchen with clanging metal and warmth, humming while pretending she wasn't watching over them both.
There was only Y/n. And the housekeepers, who moved through the mansion like careful ghosts.
Y/n let her head fall back against the sofa, a groggy groan slipping past her lips. Her arms spilled lazily at her sides, fingers limp, legs folded awkwardly with her knees angled to one side. She felt boneless, like all the weight of the day had settled into her muscles at once.
"Can I do anything for you, Ms. Y/n?"
Yeongmi paused mid-motion, feather duster hovering as she tilted her head toward the young girl. The vases on the low wooden coffee table gleamed under her careful attention, already spotless yet polished again.
Yeongmi nodded gently, almost imperceptibly, before retreating from the living room and disappearing upstairs. The sound of her footsteps faded quickly, swallowed whole by the mansion. Y/n's forearm draped over her forehead as she closed her eyes, lashes resting against her cheeks.
The silence crept in.
What once felt like peace slowly twisted into something else. Loneliness, thick and heavy, settling over her like a blanket she couldn't shake off.
Her agency had given her a six-month break. No photoshoots. No fashion weeks. No runway lights or flashing cameras. Two months ago, she'd blown kisses toward the sky, whispering thank-yous to whoever was listening for granting her a temporary escape.
She hadn't realized the break would come with this.
Endless days stretched out before her, time moving too slowly, hours melting into one another until they felt indistinguishable. The mansion became too big, its rooms echoing with absence rather than luxury.
She had friends—of course she did. But they were models, actors, celebrities. People whose lives existed in airports and hotels, whose schedules were scattered across continents. Plans were always tentative, conversations always cut short.
Jin had been the exception.
Jin—her stylist, her savior, her best friend. They'd met two years into her career, and he'd known instantly how to dress her. What colors loved her skin. What silhouettes made her shine. He understood her without explanation, turning fabric into confidence. He was the reason Y/n’s Oreo hair had become a trend, the reason editors still whispered her name with admiration.
He was constant.
Until he wasn't.
Not so ironically, Jin had been granted a break too and unlike Y/n, he seized it. Milan, he'd said, eyes bright. "Ideation and inspiration," he'd joked, as if that explained everything.
So now, Y/n was alone. Truly, undeniably alone.
And in the echoing stillness of the Min mansion, she couldn't help but wonder how long she could endure the quiet before it started answering back.
Before Y/n could sink any deeper into her dramatic spiral, a sound cut through the stillness.
An engine—low, feral, unmistakable—rolled up the driveway, its growl echoing against the iron gates like a lion announcing its territory. It was a sound anyone who lived in the Min mansion would recognize instantly.
Her spine straightened.
Y/n pushed herself upright on the still-cold sofa, the leather clinging to her skin for half a second too long. Her feet carried her toward the main door, steps light but purposeful. The walk felt unnecessarily long, the mansion stretching itself between her and the entrance as if it enjoyed the anticipation. Too much space. Too many corridors for a family already spread thin.
She rounded the wall of marble pillars just as the front door swung open.
Sunlight poured in behind him, framing his silhouette like a spotlight he hadn't asked for. Jet-black hair caught the glow, neat yet effortless. His dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, pristine and sharp without a single crease, as though stress dared not wrinkle him. Black shades rested casually on the bridge of his nose, one hand tucked into his pocket like he owned not just the house—but the world outside it.
Intimidating. Familiar.
Y/n's expression softened despite herself.
"Yoongi-ah," she said, voice gentler than she intended. "You're back."
"Hm."
That was it. No glance her way. No pause. He passed her like a breeze—light, fast, impossible to hold onto—patting the crown of her head in a gesture so brief it barely registered as touch. It felt less like affection and more like an afterthought, like the brush of air when a door shuts too quickly.
Something in her chest tightened.
Dissatisfied, irritated, her patience snapping back into place, Y/n spun on her heel. "Uh—hello to you too."
Her brows knit together as her eyes followed his retreating figure toward the living room. A scoff slipped out before she could stop it, sharp and bitter.
She followed him loudly, heels tapping with intention.
"Yes, my afternoon was splendid," she announced. "Hung out with myself. The silence. The solitude. A real party." Her pitch climbed higher with every word, sarcasm dripping thick. "How about you?"
Yoongi rubbed at his eye with his thumb, a soft chuckle escaping him as if she amused rather than annoyed him. He stopped at the foot of the staircase and finally turned around.
Grumpy suited her, he decided.
Jaw clenched. Nose twitching. Eyes wide and dark, round like glossy boba pearls ready to spill over. A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips—barely there, but real.
"That's great," he said evenly. "Just keep doing that for another four months."
He jerked his chin toward the hallway and immediately took the stairs two at a time.
"Oh, no," Y/n scoffed. "Hey— I'm talking to you!"
Her voice sharpened as she chased after him, irritation crackling through her veins. Her footsteps thundered behind him, deliberate, defiant. He didn't slow. Didn't look back.
She followed him straight into his room.
"Hey!" she snapped. "I said I'm talking to you!"
"Yeah," Yoongi replied calmly, already moving past her, "and I answered. Didn't I?"
He drifted through the room like a man untouched by urgency, straight toward his walk-in wardrobe. Hangers slid aside. Fabrics whispered. He pulled out a white shirt, black ripped jeans, and a leather jacket—all unmistakably expensive. Even his casual clothes carried price tags that could pay rent for months.
Celine. Prada. Always.
To Y/n, he moved like lightning—there, then not.
"Couldn't you tell I was being sarcastic?" she shot back.
"Of course," he said easily. "I know you too well, sis. Just matching your energy."
"UGH!"
Y/n grabbed at her hair near the roots, frustration spilling over. Yoongi laughed—short, quiet, clearly entertained—before reaching for the grey towel hanging beside the wardrobe.
That's when she noticed. Her posture stiffened.
"Now where the fuck are you going?" She crossed her arms over her chest, chin lifting as she stared him down, suddenly all bite and bravado.
"Out."
"No. You just came back." The word left her mouth firm, unyielding. "It's Friday. It's movie night. You're not going out."
Her tone—sharp, commanding—hit something deep in Yoongi's chest. Too familiar. Too much like her. Their mother. His steps slowed. Then stopped.
Yoongi turned slowly, clothes draped over one arm, eyes dropping to study Y/n's expression. The resemblance struck him harder than he expected. The same stubborn set of her mouth. The same fire behind her eyes. It twisted something painful in his chest.
He'd always been protective of her—instinctively, irrationally so. He loved the women in his family too fiercely, as if loving them enough could make up for what he'd failed to do before.
In a gentle, brotherly gesture, he cupped her cheek, thumb brushing hair away where it clung to her skin.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "But I have work."
"You always say that," Y/n shot back, gaze unwavering, sharp as claws beneath long lashes.
Yoongi exhaled a soft chuckle. "I know."
She didn't budge.
"And you're not doing shit about it."
He adjusted his grip on her cheek, thumb smoothing stray strands with care that betrayed him. "I can't. I'm swamped. Like... crazy."
"You're swamped and Dad's not?" she challenged. "It's not adding up."
"I'm the future CEO, sis."
"Bullshit." Her brows arched, lines forming on her forehead. "That makes even less sense."
Yoongi ducked his head, laughing quietly, shaking it like she was trouble he'd chosen to keep anyway. "You're such a smartmouth." He pushed her forehead lightly with a single finger, catching her off guard. She hissed, clicking her tongue in annoyance. Then he turned away.
"I'll be back late," he said. "Tell Dad not to wait." He paused again, glancing over his shoulder. "You too."
And with that, he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water sealing the conversation shut. Y/n stood there, arms still crossed, staring at the closed door.
"Fucking asshole," she muttered.
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Y/n had always thought the dining table was a ridiculous waste of money.
It stretched far longer than necessary—an elegant slab of polished wood capable of seating twelve, maybe more. It looked like it belonged to a banquet hall, meant for loud conversations and overlapping laughter. Yet most nights, only three chairs were ever pulled out.
Tonight, only two.
Her father sat at one end, her next to him. The space between them felt exaggerated but not, the empty seats like silent witnesses to everything unsaid. Her chopsticks hovered longer than usual before finally delivering food to her mouth, as if even they hesitated to break the stillness.
The silence pressed in.
Steel tapped lightly against glass. Porcelain kissed wood. Small, ordinary sounds grew uncomfortably loud in the absence of conversation. Her father noticed immediately.
"What's with the pout?" he asked gently, eyes—so much like hers—studying her over his glasses. "You like eel, don't you?"
"Yeah. Love it." Her brows lifted as she answered, not bothering to look at him. The chopsticks found her lips again. Dark, silky strands of her hair slid forward, framing her face as she leaned in for another bite of rice and unagi.
She ate mechanically, barely tasting her favorite dish.
Moments later, soft pats echoed from the living room—footsteps approaching, familiar and unmistakable. Her father turned, face brightening.
"Yoongi," he called warmly. "Come eat. Yeongmi prepared you and your sister's favorite—unagi and rice." His eyes crinkled as he smiled, voice affectionate. "Dig in before it gets cold."
Yoongi paused at the threshold, drawing in a sharp breath. Regret flickered briefly across his features before he masked it. He stepped behind the chair beside Y/n—the one he always sat in. His usual place. He gave the cushioned seat a firm pat, like a silent apology, before speaking.
"I'm actually heading out," he said. "I've got a dinner meeting about the East Mall investment."
Their father frowned, brows knitting together. "I thought that was settled last week. It shows as completed on the system."
"It is, but..." Yoongi hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "There are a few final confirmations I need to attend to. Just in person."
It wasn't entirely convincing. But then again—when had Yoongi ever lied?
He had always been reliable. Responsible. The kind of son any father would trust without question. A role model. An anchor.
After a moment, their father sighed.
"Alright."
Yoongi offered a faint smile, barely there. A single nod. Then his gaze dropped to his sister, quiet now, pushing her eel around the plate like she was dissecting it.
He reached out, palm sliding gently down the back of her head.
"I'll be back," he murmured.
Y/n clicked her tongue and swatted his hand away. "Whatever."
Yoongi chuckled softly, unfazed, before turning and leaving. His footsteps faded, swallowed by the house once more.
Their father stared at the untouched plate beside Y/n—the steam slowly thinning, the food cooling in Yoongi's absence. After a moment, he waved Yeongmi over and told her to eat it instead, since she hadn't started her own dinner.
Then his attention returned to Y/n.
"I have good news, angel."
She lifted her eyes.
"I cleared my schedule for the next two months," he said, smiling widely. "That means I get to spend more time with my kids."
It was the smile she recognized instantly. The same wide, gummy grin both she and Yoongi had inherited.
A faint smile tugged at her lips—but it didn't last.
"You mean kid," she said quietly.
His brows rose in confusion. "What?"
"You can only spend more time with one kid," she replied, gaze steady now. "Yoongi's always busy. With what? Work." She emphasized the word work, irritation flashing in her eyes.
Her chopsticks stabbed into the eel a little harder than necessary. The thought made her chest tighten—like the food might feel the same frustration she did, even though it was already dead.
Her father leaned back, sighing.
"I don't know what your brother's up to half the time," he admitted. "Truth is, I barely see him at the office. He moves like a ghost—gets everything done without ever being seen."
Y/n swallowed.
A ghost. She thought.
The word fit too well.
"He's there," she murmured. "But not really."
Her father nodded slowly, concern softening his expression. "It's not alright," he said gently. "I'll try to clear his schedule. He needs to be more present. With us." Hope filled his eyes—sincere, unguarded.
Y/n met his gaze and softened. "Thanks, Dad."
He nodded, then leaned in, one hand cradling the back of her head as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. Warm. Familiar. Safe.
She leaned into it instinctively.
When he pulled back, he studied her face for a moment longer than usual. "You look just like your mother," he said softly.
Her lashes fluttered.
"Just with my eyes," he added, smiling, "and my smile."
She giggled quietly, something loosening in her chest.
"Come," he said, standing. "Finish your food. We'll continue movie night."
Y/n nodded—but as she lifted her chopsticks again, her eyes drifted toward the empty chair beside her. And for reasons she couldn't yet explain, the absence felt louder than ever.
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The sheets didn't do their job.
Y/n lay wrapped in a black, silky duvet meant to trap warmth, but it only clung to her like a second skin, useless against the chill seeping into her bones. The cold wasn't physical—not really. It settled deeper, in the hollow spaces of her chest. The kind that didn't respond to blankets.
The silence was worse.
It pressed against her ears until it rang, sharp and high, like the echo after a gunshot. She rubbed them repeatedly, desperate to drown it out, but it only left them burning red, sensitive, useless. Frustration surged. Both fists slammed into the mattress beside her hips as an irritated groan ripped free and bounced off the ceiling. She exhaled hard, cheeks puffing out, making her look ridiculous—like a chipmunk on the verge of tears. Hopeless. Y/n wasn't ashamed to admit it. She missed her brother.
They had been inseparable since the day she was born. Her parents used to tell the story like a family legend—how Yoongi had begged for a baby sister, tugging at their sleeves with stubborn determination, promising he'd take care of her. And somehow, as if the universe had listened, Y/n arrived. Healthy. Loved. Claimed fiercely by her older brother. Yoongi had been there for everything. First scraped knee. First nightmare. First heartbreak. Now? Now she felt like an afterthought.
So much for wanting a baby sister.
She cursed under her breath, rolling her eyes into the darkness. Then, the unmistakable roar of an engine tore through the quiet. Low. Powerful. Familiar. Her heart jumped.
A sports car. One of Yoongi's. The sound thundered from the driveway, vibrating through the mansion's bones. No one else owned cars like that. Ridiculously expensive, impractical, excessive. He had several—each louder than the last.
Everyone questioned it.
Why would a future CEO need sports cars? He wasn't a racer. He wasn't reckless. He should've been chauffeured in something sleek and respectable—black limousines, tinted windows, quiet luxury. But no. He chose machines that screamed. Whatever the reason, Y/n knew exactly who it was.
She kicked free from the cold duvet and padded out into the hallway, bare feet silent against marble. The mansion was dim, shadows pooling in corners like secrets. She descended the wide staircase, stopping halfway when she spotted him below.
Yoongi walked in with his head down, shoulders rolling with each step, jacket slung loosely over his arm. He looked tired. Worn in a way no suit could hide.
"You're back," she said.
He lifted his head, finally registering her presence. "And you're awake." His voice was flat. "I told you not to wait up."
She scoffed, eyes rolling. "Don't flatter yourself."
He raised a brow. "Then why are you awake?"
"Oh, I don't know," she snapped, leaning forward over the railing, fingers curling tightly around it, knuckles whitening. "Maybe because a sister is fucking worried about her brother who's out at—" she glanced at the clock behind him, "—three in the fucking morning. And apparently for work. Work?" Her voice echoed sharply through the open space.
Yoongi laughed, short and incredulous. "So you were waiting for me."
"Oh, shut up." She waved him off, expression sour "Whether I was waiting or not doesn't change the fact that you weren't working."
He scoffed, irritation flashing. "And how would you know that?"
"I called Hyunseo," she said simply.
That did it. Yoongi froze.
"Hyunseo said the East Mall project was wrapped up last week," she continued, head tilting slowly, eyes wide and unblinking—those same boba eyes he knew too well. "No follow-ups. No confirmations." The air shifted.
"You called my PA?" His voice dropped. Dangerous. "You meddled in my work stuff?"
"I didn't meddle," she shot back. "I asked a question."
His eyes closed slowly, chest rising and falling as he fought for control.
"So what were you really doing?" she pressed, her voice quieter now—but sharper. "Tonight. And the nights before. The past few months."
Her gaze darkened, hooded, lips parting slightly. She looked like their mother. It unsettled him.
"That's none of your goddamn business," he snapped.
"Oh?" Her voice rose. "Funny how my life is always your business."
"Because you're my sister!"
"And you're my brother!" she shouted back.
The words cracked—raw and broken. She wasn't someone who screamed. Sarcasm, sure. Attitude, always. But this? This hurt.
Her voice trembled, but she didn't stop.
"Is it wrong," she demanded, "to care about my own brother?" Silence swallowed them whole.
"Y/n..." he started.
"Tell me the truth," she interrupted, steadying herself, forcing the words out slowly. "Where. Were you."
Yoongi jabbed his tongue against his cheek, eyes darting away, then back.
"At a restaurant," he said. "A meeting."
A lie.
She blinked once. Twice. He couldn't read her expression—anger, disappointment, exhaustion, all tangled together like wires sparking in her eyes.
"I swear to god, Min Yoongi," she said quietly, dangerously calm, "I'll find out what you're hiding." No sarcasm. No emotion. Just a promise. She turned and stormed up the stairs, hair whipping behind her like a blade, bare back prickling where her tank top didn't cover. Yoongi watched her go, chest heavy. He knew she wouldn't be capable of figuring him out. Nobody was.
A tired sigh fell from his lips.
What am I gonna do with you?
And for the first time that night, he didn't sound so sure he had the answer.
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Y/n let the days pass.
They slipped by quietly, one bleeding into the next, softer now that her father was home more often. The mansion felt less cavernous with his presence—less like a museum and more like a place meant to be lived in. He still visited the office, of course. Still locked himself away some evenings with stacks of files and hushed phone calls. But he tried. He lingered longer at breakfast. Sat beside her during movie nights. Asked her questions and actually waited for the answers.
Y/n noticed. And she appreciated it. What she didn't let slip through her fingers was Yoongi.
On the surface, she did exactly what he expected—nothing. No confrontations. No snooping. No accusations. If Yoongi thought she had dropped it, that was his first mistake.
Y/n might have been known for speaking before thinking, for filling rooms with chatter and laughter, but she was observant in a way people often underestimated. Quietly so. Her eyes followed Yoongi like a hawk's—tracking patterns, timing, inconsistencies.
She noticed when things shifted in his room. A jacket gone. A drawer left slightly ajar. The faint scent of gasoline and smoke clinging to his clothes when he returned late at night. She noticed when he came back.
And when he didn't.
One afternoon, Y/n headed out with her father and Yeongmi for groceries. The garage buzzed faintly with activity—water dripping, cloths swiping metal. Eric, their other housekeeper, was there polishing one of the many cars the Min family owned. He'd been with them since New Zealand, back when both kids were still small, accents thicker, laughter louder.
English came easier to Y/n than it ever had for Yoongi. She'd grown into it, wielded it effortlessly—sharp, playful, charming. It made flirting dangerously easy. Made people lean closer.
Y/n and Yeongmi followed her father as he approached Eric.
"Did you manage to wash all of them?" Mr. Min asked kindly.
He always did—soft voice, gentle posture. A man who never fit the ruthless CEO stereotype people expected. To Y/n, he was warmth given human form.
"Yes, sir," Eric replied, then hesitated. "Uh... however, one seems to be missing."
Her father froze. Brows furrowed like he'd just been told gravity stopped working. "Missing?"
Eric gestured toward the neat row of cars. All polished. All gleaming. Every spot filled—except one.
"Mr. Yoongi's car," Eric continued. "It wasn't here when I came down. The Bugatti, sir."
Y/n's stomach sank. Yoongi was home. So why wasn't his car?
Another night. Y/n lay sprawled on the couch, binge-watching a painfully predictable drama. The plot was ridiculous, but the lead actor was pretty enough to keep her invested. Mostly, though, she was awake because sleep refused to claim her. Insomnia clung to her like a curse.
Her chin rested on her fist, cheeks puffed, eyes glazed over. The living room echoed only with dialogue from the TV until footsteps approached—slow, uneven. She pushed herself up slightly, palms sinking into the cushions, and looked back.
Yoongi. But not the Yoongi she knew. Blood streaked from his nose, already drying. Dark bruises bloomed beneath his eyes like storm clouds. His knuckles were scraped raw, skin split and angry.
Y/n stared. She said nothing. No scolding. No sarcasm. No questions. She knew better. He would brush her off. Laugh it away. Lie. And even he wouldn't know what excuse to feed her this time. Dinner meeting gone wrong didn't cover blood and bruises.
Yoongi avoided her gaze and disappeared upstairs.
Y/n leaned back into the couch, heart pounding, silence swallowing her scream.
Then came the next night. Yoongi had his friends over. Hoseok. Jimin.
Men she'd known for years but never closely. College friends who'd gone their separate ways—Yoongi, the future CEO. Hoseok, owns a motor shop, grease-stained hands and easy laughter. Jimin, a stunt coordinator whose body moved like controlled chaos, sought after by filmmakers. All successful. All stable. No reason to hustle.
They gathered on the rooftop, smoke curling into the night air, laughter low and guarded. Their voices dissolved into the cool Seoul breeze.
Y/n's father asked her to call them down for dinner. She obeyed. Her steps were light as she climbed to the top floor. The rooftop door stood slightly ajar, and the voices slipped through the crack like secrets begging to be overheard. She slowed.
"...What are we gonna do about Black Reign?" Jimin's voice—quiet but tense. "He wouldn't hesitate to beat our fucking asses again."
Y/n's breath caught.
"Then let him," Yoongi replied coolly. "I'm not letting that cunt take another one of my babies."
Hoseok laughed, a little too forced. "Yeah... wouldn't wanna lose your Koenigsegg Jesko like you did with your Bugatti."
Lose?
The word echoed in her head like a gunshot. Y/n's fingers curled slowly at her sides.
What did he mean...lose?
The past few nights had been filled with so many clues. The missing car, the bruises, the conversation at the rooftop.
A car, a fight, and...losing?
"What the fuck are you up to, Yoongi..." Y/n muttered under her breath.
The words barely survived the air before dissolving into the quiet hum of the house.
Sundays were always like this—too quiet, like the walls were holding their breath. Yeongmi and Eric had the day off, which meant the responsibility fell onto her. Laundry, folding, pretending everything was normal.
She climbed the stairs slowly, the basket of freshly dried clothes pressed against her waist, the warmth of them seeping into her shirt. Cotton, detergent, heat. Domestic shit. The kind of life they were supposed to have.
But her mind wouldn't shut up.
The late nights. The excuses. The way Yoongi's eyes never really met hers anymore—always sliding past her like she was furniture. "Jimin wanted to show us the movie set," he'd said earlier, voice smooth, rehearsed.
Bullshit.
Her feet stopped in front of the nearest room to the staircase. Of course. Yoongi's.
She stared at the grey wooden door like it might talk back. Like it might tell her to turn around and mind her fucking business. Instead, she nudged it open with the toe of her sock.
The room greeted her with his scent. His cologne lingered heavy in the air—warm, smoky, expensive. It clung to the space like a ghost that refused to leave, like he'd just been there seconds ago instead of gone for hours. The windows were shut, curtains half-drawn, the room slightly suffocating. Nine p.m. and he still wasn't home.
Figures.
Y/n dropped the basket onto his bed with a dull thud, the mattress dipping under the weight. A sharp click of her tongue echoed as irritation crawled up her spine. She dragged a hand through her hair, fingers combing roughly as if she could pull the thoughts out with it. That's when her eyes drifted. Nightstand. Something was there. Her fingers froze mid-motion.
A note. Just sitting there. Careless. Like he'd forgotten it—or worse, like he didn't think anyone would dare touch his shit. Her heart started acting stupid, beating louder, faster. She let her hair fall loose as she reached out, picking up the folded piece of paper. It felt heavier than it should've been, like it carried more than ink. She unfolded it.
10:45 PM
Pier 07
Warehouse District
— Black Reign
Her stomach dropped. Not metaphorically. Physically. Like gravity suddenly decided to double down on her organs.
"What the fuck..." she whispered.
Pier 07? Warehouse District?
He wasn't at the company. No shit. He wasn't stuck in meetings or entertaining clients with overpriced whiskey and fake smiles. All those nights—every time he came home past midnight, smelling like smoke and metal and something she couldn't place—he was meeting someone. In secret. Consistently. Her eyes burned as they traced the words again, then fell to the signature.
Black Reign.
Her brows pulled together sharply. "Who the fuck calls themselves that?"
The name felt wrong. Heavy. It sat in her chest like a bad premonition.
A laugh bubbled out of her, breathless and strained. "Jesus Christ... don't tell me you're doing some gang shit now."
It sounded stupid the second she thought it—but not impossible. Yoongi came home bruised. Cuts he brushed off. Bandages he changed quietly. A split lip once. He said it was stress. Long days. Accidents.
Yeah fucking right.
Black Reign didn't sound like a business partner. It sounded like trouble dressed in black and blood.
Her grip tightened around the paper. And just like that, the decision was made. Not thought through. Not smart. Just instinct—raw and reckless and very her.
She checked the time.
10:10 PM.
Y/n moved fast. She grabbed an hoodie from her wardrobe—Chrome Hearts, oversized, worn soft at the cuffs. Threw it on like armor. Low-rise black shorts, boots heavy enough to hit the gas hard. She caught her reflection in the mirror for half a second—eyes sharp, jaw set, lips pressed thin.
Her mother would've scolded her. Her brother would've lost his shit. She didn't care. She snatched Yoongi's Ferrari keys off the hook downstairs. The metal was cold in her palm, familiar. The note was shoved into her pocket like evidence.
The engine roared to life the moment she turned the key, loud and angry, slicing through the quiet neighborhood. The car peeled out of the driveway, tires kissing the asphalt like a promise.
Streetlights blurred past her as she drove, the city stretching awake around her. Neon signs. Empty intersections. The kind of night where bad things happened quietly.
Pier 07. Warehouse District.
Her pulse synced with the engine, adrenaline flooding her veins. Whatever Yoongi was hiding, she was done being left in the dark.
And if curiosity really did kill the cat—Then she was already halfway to the grave.
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The warehouse district was flooded with crowds, neon lights, smoke, and cars. Lots and lots of cars. Y/n drove slightly slower, admiring or more likely studying the atmosphere.
An open garage clouded with smoke and colourful yet dark lights. People dancing, grinding on one another. Some were drunk on their drinks, some were drunk due to the loud ass music that made the whole ground vibrate, possibly the reason for the next earthquake. But what stood out were the number of cars. Fords, Ferraris, Porches, the list could go on and on.
"What in the world?" Y/n frowned.
She knew once she saw the place that she wasn't going to find her brother in the sea of drunkies. She parked the car at the side where there were barely anyone. Just parked cars.
Y/n already had her hood over her dark hair that fell straight in front of her shoulders. Her boots stomped onto the ground. It used to be the loudest thing in the room but in this environment, it was the last thing anyone was going to hear. Her arms swung by her sides as she started diving into the swarm of people.
Next thing she noticed, bandanas. Everyone had one on themselves. On their head, in their hair, on their wrists, on their clothes. Y/n found four colours. Red, White, Blue, Black. Was this some kind of group, gang thing? Then, people making out. And no not just lips to lips but fucking sucking off alcohol from people's boobs. Y/n squeezed her nose and brows at the unsightly scene.
"Fucktards,"
Y/n quickly ignored whatever that was going in around her as her mind went back to searching for her brother.
The place felt wrong the moment Y/N stepped into it.
The air was thick—oil, smoke, sweat, something electric that buzzed under her skin like a warning she didn't ask for. Engines growled in the distance, revving like impatient animals, headlights cutting through the dark in sharp white slashes. People laughed too loud, moved too close, like they belonged to the chaos.
She didn't.
She smoothed her hoodie down, straightened her spine, and did what she always did when she was out of place—look composed. Untouchable. Like she had every right to be there.
Y/n's eyes then caught a car in the midst of the chaos. It wasn't parked where the other cars were. It had its boot opened along with three men sitting and drinking on the edge of it. Y/n didn't have an answer as to why she decided to ask them. She approached with ease—chin up and spine upright.
"Hi," she said, voice calm, polite. "Don't mean to intrude your little drink and get drunk time but—have you seen Min Yoongi around?"
All three men snapped their heads towards her. Suddenly all three stopped laughing. Their drinks in their hands as they paused like statues.
One looked really tall, blonde and intimidating. His eyes were hooded and he had a slice on one of his brows. The other had caramel coloured hair. He looked extremely handsome with his pink lips and alluring almond shaped eyes. He looked a little buff. Then, the one in the middle.
Tall. Lean. Still. He stood apart from the guys next to him. Combat boots planted wide, dressed in black from head to toe—jacket on one side, jeans, gloves shoved into his back pocket. His arms were bare. A tattoo sleeve wrapped around one arm, ink crawling up his skin like it had grown there instead of being put there—dark, sharp, alive. Silver glinted at his ears, small hoops stacked along the cartilage, and a lip piercing caught the light when he turned his head. His hair was jet black, strands falling perfectly over his forehead, like he didn't even try and still got it right.
Dangerous, she thought distantly. Annoyingly attractive.
None of them answered right away. Instead, they looked at her. Really looked. Not in a leering way. Not obvious. It was worse—slow, deliberate, like they were committing her to memory. The guy's eyes dragged from her face to her posture, the way she held herself like she'd never had to ask permission to exist. Then his lips twitched.
"Yoongi?" He cleared his throat and cocked his chin up. He straightened off the car, the movement unhurried, predatory. Took a step closer.
"Depends," he added, sweetness laced in his tone. "Who's asking?" His hands stuffed into his pockets as he smiled. Something about the question made her shoulders tense. Still, she kept her tone neutral.
She smiled politely. Fake. Social-trained. "Someone who doesn't enjoy standing around inhaling exhaust fumes."
That earned a chuckle. He leaned closer, voice dropping.
"That so?" He tilted his head. "Most people don't come looking for him unless they've got a reason."
There it was. The interrogation. Her patience snapped like a thin wire. She crossed her arms, chin lifting a fraction.
"Do you always ask twenty fucking questions, or is tonight special?"
That got him. Even his friends behind who snorted at Y/n clap back. Fists to their lips as they faced each other.
The guy in front of her lifted his brows, surprise flashing across his face before melting into something far more dangerous—interest. Amusement. Hunger, maybe. He laughed, this time full and unrestrained, sound warm and rough like gravel under tires.
"Wow." He shook his head. "Okay. Didn't expect that."
"Clearly," she shot back. "Now, are you going to answer me, or keep pretending you're a detective?"
The handsome one from behind chuckled, "damn, Kook. She's a tough cookie."
The tall man ignored him. Just remained his gaze on the women. He stepped closer again—too close now. Not touching, but invading her space like he knew exactly what he was doing.
"You always talk like that," he asked quietly, "or only when you're nervous?"
Her eyes flashed.
"I'm not nervous," she said flatly. "I'm irritated. There's a difference."
That did it. Something clicked behind his eyes. Recognition. His gaze sharpened, scanning her face again, slower this time. The angle of her jaw. Her eyes. The familiarity he hadn't placed before.
"...Wait." He leaned back slightly, studying her like a memory resurfacing.
"You're that model."
She stilled.
"What?"
"I've seen your face on half the city." A crooked grin tugged at his mouth. "Min Y/N." Her stomach dropped half an inch.
"And you are?" she asked coolly. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he smiled—wide, unapologetic, like he'd just found something far more interesting than racing.
"Someone who didn't expect you to sound like you could ruin a man's life," he said. Then, softer, amused: "Kinda hot, honestly."
She scoffed. "Get over yourself."
"Working on it," he replied easily. "But uh...—" He squinted his eyes, looking diagonally upwards and tucking in his lips. "—you're not helping." He gazed back, eyes now full.
She rolled her eyes, stepping back. "If you've seen Yoongi, say it. If not, don't waste fucking my time." He watched her like he was enjoying every second of her irritation.
"I've seen him," he said finally. Her breath hitched before she could stop it.
"Where?"
Before he could answer—
"Y/N?" The voice cut through the noise. She turned—and froze. Hoseok stood a few steps away, jaw tight, eyes sharp. Not the Hoseok she knew from home. This one looked ready to fight. He moved fast, placing himself between her and the tall man, hand settling firmly on her arm. The man casually watched the two, slightly annoyed at how he budged in.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, low and urgent. "You shouldn't be here."
Her confusion showed. "Hobi—what are you—"
His eyes flicked towards the tattooed man. Still staring. He sexily arched a brow at Hoseok. A warning.
"Relax," the man said. "She just asked a question."
Hoseok shot him a glare sharp enough to draw blood. "Don't talk to her."
Then, to Y/N, quieter. "Come with me." She let him pull her away, heart racing, mind spinning. She looked back once. The tattooed man was still there, arms crossed, head tilted, watching her like she'd just walked out of his favorite scene.
Their eyes met. His smirk deepened. Like this wasn't the end. Like it was just the beginning.
"Y/n, do me a favour and stay away from Black Reign. They're...unpredictable." Hoseok whispered sternly into Y/n's with his hand on the small of her back.
"Hobi, do me a favour and fucking tell me where my brother is!" Y/n sarcastically copied Hoseok's tone. He knew she was pissed.
He stopped to slowly close his eyes, Y/n in front of him and watching with a raised brow.
"Y/n...I know you just—you just want to find your brother but could you please look around and see!" Hoseok stretched his arm, pointing at the whole lot of people and cars. "It's not a fucking playground. You don’t just go up to punks and make friendship bracelets."
Y/n scoffed. "Yeah—I see. I also see that my brother is somewhere in this 'not a fucking playground'—and I need to find him now!" She lost her cool as she leaned her face forward like a lion ready to pounce. Hoseok held her shoulders to save himself.
He nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay—I get it." He groaned followed by Y/n rolling her eyes. "I'll bring you to him, okay? Just..." He sighs. "—if anything happens, follow me and don't ask questions. Got it?" He arched his brows.
Y/n despised being treated like a child. She puffed her cheeks, letting out some air through her slightly parted lips.
"Y/n..."
"Yeah—yeah. I got it." She groaned.
Hoseok gave her a lazy glance before lightly pushing her forward, making sure that she walked in front of him where he could see her. Cause if she were to get into some mischief, Yoongi was going to introduce him to his fist.
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"Min Y/n," he drawled, voice lazy but eyes sharp, cutting through the salty night air like a blade dragged slow. "International model. Brand ambassador. All those glossy, overpriced names you see on billboards." He paused, lips curling into something ugly and amused.
A low whistle slid out from the back of the truck.
"Yo, you're bullshitting," Taehyung said, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. His brows shot up. "You're fucking with us, right, Kook?"
Jungkook laughed—short, breathy—shoving his hands deeper into his jacket pockets. "Nuh uh."
The third man hummed slowly, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek as his gaze flicked toward the warehouses. "Damn," he muttered. "That's... unexpected." His lips tugged upward. "What's little Miss Vogue doing here anyway? Fashion Week take a wrong turn?" He smirked. "Did they send her on a field trip to hell?"
"No fucking clue, Joon" Jungkook replied. "She just... showed up." He scoffed, shaking his head. "Didn't look like she knew where the hell she was either."
His eyes drifted again—unconsciously—to the maze of steel containers where Hoseok had dragged Y/n away, laughter faint now, swallowed by distance and metal.
Namjoon tilted his head, studying Jungkook more than the scene. "She looked lost."
"Yeah," Jungkook muttered. "Like a puppy." He corrected himself immediately, jaw tightening. "No—more like a kitten. One with claws she doesn't know how to fucking use yet."
A beat passed.
"I tried to help her, alright?" he added, defensive without meaning to be. "But that little ray of psycho sunshine"—he jerked his chin toward the containers—"straight-up kidnapped her."
Taehyung barked out a laugh, lifting a glass filled with something clear and aggressive. "Classic Hobi." He shoved it toward Jungkook. "Drink. You look tense as shit."
Jungkook dropped onto the tailgate between them, metal biting cold through his jeans. He took the glass and knocked it back. The tequila burned like a warning shot—sharp, unforgiving, leaving fire in its wake.
"So," Taehyung drawled, leaning back, boots grinding against gravel. "Yoongi's sister." He grinned. "That explains the face."
"What face?" Namjoon asked.
"The I'm cute but I'll stab you if you say it face," Taehyung replied easily.
Jungkook snorted despite himself. "Yeah. That one." He tipped the glass again, slower this time.
He hadn't meant to stare earlier. It wasn't intentional—it just happened. She'd stood there beneath the warehouse floodlights like she'd stepped into the wrong fucking movie. Hair whipping around her face, bare legs against the night cold, hoodie maybe thick enough for a place like this. Eyes sharp but overwhelmed—like she was holding herself together with sheer will. Too innocent for this place. Too soft. Too pretty. Like silk dragged through oil. She didn't belong. Which was exactly why she'd caught his attention.
"Think Yoongi's gonna shit his pants?" Jungkook said suddenly.
Namjoon snapped his head toward him. "What?"
"Yoongi," Jungkook repeated. "I don't think he knows his own sister's here." He laughed under his breath, shaking his head. "Man's probably losing sleep over some deal while his baby sister's wandering around Pier fucking Seven."
Taehyung let out a low chuckle. "That's insane."
"That's stupid," Namjoon corrected flatly. "This isn't a playground. This is our territory. Fragile girls don't just roam around here."
Jungkook's jaw clenched. Yeah. He knew. He stared into the empty glass like it might give him answers. "If he knew," he said slowly, voice dropping, "he'd already be losing his goddamn mind."
Namjoon exhaled, rubbing his hands together as his eyes swept the shadows. "That girl has no idea where she walked into."
"She shouldn't be here," Jungkook muttered.
Taehyung smirked sideways at him. "Then show her."
Jungkook shot him a look. "The fuck does that mean?"
Taehyung shrugged. "You know. Put her in her place in the goddamn studio posing for magazines before she starts terrorising this place and we get busted."
Jungkook's lips twitched. "Think Yoongi would flip the fuck out?"
"Relax," Taehyung said lightly. "You'll beat his ass."
Namjoon nodded once, eyes still scanning the dark. "Still," he said, voice measured, "this night just got a whole lot more interesting."
Jungkook leaned back, elbows braced behind him, gaze fixed on the stretch of concrete where Y/n had disappeared.
Interesting wasn't the word. Dangerous fit better. And for some fucked-up reason he couldn't shake, his mind kept replaying the way she'd looked at him earlier—not scared, not cocky. Just determined. Like someone who'd already decided the truth was worth bleeding for.
Meanwhile, on the opposite end of the chaos—beneath a flickering banner spray-painted SILVER SERPENTS—Hoseok continued dragging Y/n through the crowd like a liability he never asked for.
"You better be dragging me to my brother," Y/n snapped, boots skidding slightly on oil-stained concrete.
"Oh, I am," Hoseok replied without looking back. "Though, to be frank, I shouldn't be dragging you anywhere. You shouldn't even be here in the first place." He let out a long, exhausted sigh—the kind a father lets out after a call from kindergarten saying his kid bit someone.
"So shouldn't my brother," Y/n shot back, bratty emphasis heavy on every word.
The crowd parted almost instinctively as they passed—whispers rippling, eyes tracking Hoseok. He was known here. Recognised. Which only made Y/n's stomach tighten.
Hoseok finally stopped.
Y/n's smaller frame unintentionally tucked itself behind his broader back, her body reacting before her pride could catch up.
"Hyung! You're late!" Jimin's familiar voice rang out, bright and boyish, followed by a soft laugh that didn't quite fit the grit of the place.
Hoseok grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hyung... you're not gonna like this."
Yoongi lifted his chin slowly, one hand occupied with a glass of amber liquid catching the light. His eyes flicked from Hoseok to the space beside him.
Then Hoseok stepped aside. Yoongi froze. For a split second, the world seemed to stall—music thudding somewhere far away, engines revving in the distance, voices melting into static. His face drained of color, eyes blown wide.
"What—" He jerked back instinctively, glanced once to the side like he needed to ground himself, then lunged forward.
"Y/n—what the fuck are you doing here?"
His grip snapped around her wrists like restraints, firm and unyielding as he pulled her away from the crowd as if hiding her. His voice stayed low, but the anger threaded through it was sharp enough to cut.
Y/n tilted her head up, lashes heavy as she met his stare. "I could ask you the same." Her gaze flicked past him, scanning the crowd, lips pursing. "This doesn't really scream Jimin's filming location." A pause. "Too much real action for a stunt set."
Yoongi swore under his breath and grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to look back at him. "I'm not kidding, Y/n," he hissed. "You have no idea what you're walking into." Then he turned sharply toward Hoseok, grip never leaving her. "Where did you find her?"
Hoseok stiffened, arms crossing like a shield. He cleared his throat. "With Black Reign..."
Yoongi's brows clashed in frustration. "What?"
"At Black Reign's area," Hoseok continued, quieter now. "With Namjoon. Taehyung. And Jungkook."
Yoongi stared at him like he'd just confessed to murder "You were with them?" Yoongi's voice cracked—not loud, but dangerous.
"I don't even know them!" Y/n protested, brows knitting. "I was looking for you."
"You think this is funny?" Yoongi snapped. "You think wandering into a fucking underground race territory is some cute adventure?" Veins surfaced at his temples. "They're not harmless, Y/n. They're reckless. Violent. And the last thing I want is one of them even looking at you wrong—How did you even get here?" he demanded.
She shrugged. "Found the address in your room. Took your Ferrari."
Silence. Yoongi leaned back, dragging a hand down his face before gripping his temples. "Jesus fucking Christ."
"Do you have any idea how dangerous this shit is?" he exploded, pacing away from her like he needed distance before he said something he'd regret. "You don't just show up here like some tourist—"He cut his own sentence.
"Bro," Jimin cut in gently. "You're up in seven minutes."
Yoongi inhaled sharply, chest rising. He turned back to Y/n, eyes dark with conflict, then scanned the area until his gaze locked onto someone.
"Marquise," he called.
Y/n followed his line of sight. The girl stepped forward—black and brown curls spilling over bare shoulders, sharp doe-cat eyes catching the light. She leaned casually beside Jimin, forearm draped over his shoulder like she owned the place.
"Take care of my sister," Yoongi said firmly. "Please."
Marquise smiled—warm, effortless. "Yeah. I got her."
Yoongi crouched slightly, lowering his voice to Y/n. "You stay with her. If anyone fucking goddamn touches you—" His jaw clenched. "—I won't be responsible for what happens next."
Y/n rolled her eyes, groaning. "God, you're so dramatic."
Marquise laughed softly and took Y/n's hand, her grip gentle but assured. "Come on, pretty girl. You'll be safe with me." As the girls walked away toward Marquise's car, Yoongi stood there watching, chest tight, jaw locked.
Jimin leaned closer. "You really think Marq's a good influence?"
Yoongi didn't hesitate.
"Nope."
His eyes flicked once—briefly, involuntarily—toward the darkness where Black Reign's crew lurked. And for the first time that night, unease settled deep in his bones.
Marquise sat comfortably in the driver's seat, one arm slung over the wheel, posture loose like she belonged exactly where she was. Y/n sat beside her, nerves still buzzing beneath her skin. Inside the car, the chaos dulled—bass muffled, engines reduced to distant growls—but outside the windows, bodies still moved like waves, grinding and jumping under flickering lights.
"So," Marquise drawled, turning slightly in her seat. "You're the famous model sister."
Y/n smiled politely, chin dipping. "Guess so."
Marquise's brows lifted, amusement lighting her eyes. "Damn. Yoongi didn't mention you'd look like that."
Y/n let out a small laugh. "Like what?"
Marquise shrugged, grin widening. "Like zero trouble with a face card and all the audacity to match."
Y/n laughed properly this time, shoulders relaxing. "I'll take that."
"Good. Because," Marquise continued, starting the engine just enough to hum, "you're my problem now."
Y/n chuckled awkwardly. "Wow. Nice to meet you too."
Marquise laughed and extended her hand over the console. "Marquise. Your brother's right-hand girl and—apparently—the person he dumps his responsibilities on when he fucks up."
Y/n shook her hand. "Y/n."
"Oh, I know." Marquise's gaze lingered, not shy, not subtle. "Cars are my first love, but fashion's my side bitch. I've seen you. Runways. Campaigns. You clean up dangerously well."
Y/n smirked. "Flatterer."
"I don't waste compliments." Marquise winked. "I like you already."
She leaned back, tapping the steering wheel with her fingers. "Since you're new, here's the crash course. Four gangs. Ours is red." She lifted her wrist, bandana wrapped tight—matching dozens scattered around the lot. "Silver Serpents. We race. Loser pays."
"Pays how?" Y/n asked.
Marquise tilted her head. "Money. Cars. Favors. Pride." A shrug. "Whatever hurts most."
So the Bugatti was lost in a...race?
Marquise pointed past the windshield. "What you really watch out for is the crew Hobi mentioned." Her voice dipped. "Black Reign."
Y/n frowned. "They're just another racing gang."
Marquise laughed under her breath. "That's cute."
She leaned forward, resting her forearms on the wheel. "They don't race for clout. Or fun. They race to claim shit."
"Claim?" Y/n echoed.
"That asphalt? The route? The night?" Marquise nodded toward the shadows where men sprayed champagne like war trophies. "They want everyone to know it's theirs."
"They don't look that scary," Y/n scoffed.
Marquise chuckled. "You're a menace." She shot her a look. "I like that."
Y/n hesitated, then asked, "Who's the one with the piercings?"
Marquise's fingers stilled for half a second.
"You don't need to know him."
"That bad?" Y/n pressed.
"That dangerous," Marquise corrected quietly. She leaned closer, voice dropping. "He's sharp. Calculated. Knows exactly how far to push before shit blows up."
Marquise scoffed. "He is." Then, with a dry smile. "That's the problem."
Then the idea invaded her head. Y/n tilted her head. "You attracted?"
Marquise laughed, dropping her head back. "Fuck no—okay, maybe once." She exhaled. "We dated. Briefly. Before all this." A beat. "No romance. Mostly fucking."
Y/n blinked. "Oh."
"Yeah." Marquise smirked. "Welcome to my bad decisions era."
"So," Y/n asked slowly, "who is he?"
Marquise sighed. "Jeon Jungkook. Black Reign's leader. Your brother's rival."
Y/n straightened unconsciously.
"He calls the shots," Marquise continued. "Routes. Stakes. Racers. If he says stop, it stops. If he says go, the world moves."
She nodded toward the track behind them. "Aggressive but clean. Doesn't crash unless he means to. Never panics. Ever."
"So he's just... good?"
Marquise laughed. "Good?" She shook her head. "He's stupidly good."
"Photographic memory for tracks. Knows every turn, blind spot, escape route. Can drive half-drunk and still come first."
"And Black Reign?"
"Precision. No flashy colors. Fast." She lowered her voice. "They don't lose often. And when they do, they remember. And it becomes a bloody fist fight." She laughs.
Y/n swallowed. So Jungkook was the reason behind Yoongi's bruises that night.
"And," she asked carefully, "the rivalry?"
Marquise sighed. "It wasn't personal at first."
"Then what?"
"Ego. Skill. Timing." She glanced sideways. "Your brother rose fast. Natural talent. Calm hands. Jungkook saw him and thought—finally."
"They raced the same circuits. Won back-to-back. Pushed each other until it stopped being fun."
"And then?"
Marquise shrugged. "When two men both think they're the best, it stops being about racing."
"Then?"
"It becomes control." She paused. "And neither of them handles losing well."
Y/n's jaw tightened. "Jungkook doesn't forget."
Marquise nodded. "Neither does Yoongi." A small, knowing smile. "Same disease. Different symptoms."
Y/n leaned back in her seat, eyes drifting toward the darkness beyond the windshield—where engines roared and reputations burned.
Suddenly, the low growl of engines cut through the night like predators announcing their territory. The vibrations from the cars rolled through the asphalt and into the soles of their boots, shaking the car as though it were alive. The air smelled of burnt rubber and gasoline, sharp and intoxicating.
Marquise's eyes sparkled with a feral excitement as she leaned toward Y/n. "The race! It's starting! Come on!" She threw open the car door, and the roar of the crowd spilled in like a wave.
Y/n froze for a heartbeat, the adrenaline in her veins colliding with a twinge of fear. She wasn't here for racing. She hadn't even come close to signing up for this adrenaline-soaked chaos. Yet, the sheer energy of the crowd—cheering, shouting, hollering—pulled at her stomach, making it twist like a live wire.
Marquise didn't wait for hesitation. She grabbed Y/n's arm and practically yanked her out, dragging her toward the edge of the track. The lights from the warehouse reflected off the polished hoods of the cars, catching on chrome rims and glossy paint like liquid fire. Sparks of light danced across the asphalt, hypnotic and dangerous.
Genre: married life!AU, Wizard!Jungkook, Fantasy!AU
Kinks: love making, vaginal penetrative sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, blowjob, cunnilingus, spit, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), edging (m.receiving), praise, body worship, sex magic & toys aka he enchants a crystal wand so it becomes a vibrator, size & strength kink, cuddly aftercare
Wordcount: 7.4k
a/n: someone gave me these kinks and i went “what if KOOK was the one with magic for a change?” and then this was born. also, i say this with pride, he is 100% and proudly inspired by Howl Pendragon from Howl’s Moving Castle, like, this is basically a Howl!AU with Kook. i also wholeheartedly fell in love with this Kook oh my lORD he is so dreamy and perfect <3
Jungkook Pendragon was many a things. Healer of the sick. Protector of the weak. Traveller of worlds. Wizard of one’s trust. Lover of animals and nature. An introvert rarely happy about small talk. Connoisseur of good foods. And man of immaculate beauty. He possessed the wits and intelligence to escape many a dicey situations. His bravery and courage was known just as well as his kind and empathetic heart. His humour never stooped down to insult other people, instead it so very often came down to making a fool of himself for the sake of a good laugh. But as funny as he was, he was also serious. He was intense and stern and scary if one dared to cross him. He was powerful and those who wronged the innocent felt his strength to its fullest.
In his daily life however, Jungkook rarely showed off his strength. He helped flowers bloom anew or lit a fire for a desperate baker, he filled the bowl of a hungry stray cat or showed curious children a harmless but wondrous magic trick. Whatever his little show of strength might be, in his daily life, Jungkook wanted to bring happiness to the living beings around him with it.
You were no exception from people he wanted to make smile. Perhaps you were the one whose happiness was most important to him. His beloved and cherished wife. Only human and terribly weak against the dangers of dark distant lands. And he loved you more than he had ever loved another before.
You lived in his hometown your whole life. You knew of his existence and the help he bore to the townsfolk. You also knew that sometimes his windows went black and that meant his house wasn’t exactly in town. He explained to you later when you and he were already lovers how it worked. That he needed to use a lever by the front door to teleport his interior and the beings inside to another place and that he possessed buildings in each place to teleport into. Some of these places you were allowed to as well, while others he kept hidden from you because they would be too dangerous.
Sometimes you stay in town while Jungkook disappears through the door and when he returns again, he brings the stench of death and signs of a hard battle. You always nurture him back to health even if seeing his body bruised and broken from fights hurt you.
Now back to how you met. It was five years ago when a wicked warlock cursed your cats to stone. You knew instantly to seek the wizard Jungkook Pendragon for help. Up until this point, you have only heard of him and perhaps seen him hurry through the streets in passing, and when you stood before him, you barely managed to get your words out. He was beautiful. Beautiful beyond your wildest imagination. His skin radiated in health and youth. His hair, dark as raven feathers and slightly wavy, ended just a little above his shoulders. His eyes were friendly and filled with galaxies. They were the darkest brown, but glowed purple when he used his magic. His features were ethereal and his body both strong and slim. He was taller than you and smelled of sandalwood. Back then, he smiled at you and asked what you needed and you somehow stuttered your problem. He knew exactly what to do and somehow through being yourself, you managed to catch his attention as well. It wasn’t long after, and because of some very intense romancing by him, that you and he became lovers. You married but six months after, about which your parents were very happy. You moved into his house one day after the wedding, taking your two cats and everything you owned with you. Jungkook welcomed you in his home gladly. He gave you his sunniest room and encouraged you to fill it with your most beloved hobbies. Each time you placed a thing of yours somewhere in the house, he smiled and said how much he loved it there. And over time, his home became as much your home as it was his’. He even fulfilled your dream of owning a garden, accessible through his magic door and built just for you.
Jungkook Pendragon was many of things. Wizards, healer, protector and fighter, but most of all he was your beloved husband. The man you love more than you have ever loved another person.
Dawn has long past and the town was whispering for sleep. Jungkook hasn’t come home yet. It has been since the morning when he went through one of the bad doors. It worries you to the point you can’t find calm. The dinner is dished, cold by now, and he should be home already. The only dinner you managed to get down were your own fingernails as you bit them in nervousness. Your cats, Fili and Kili, are sleeping by the fire but you could see from their erect ears that they were nervous as well. You cannot take it anymore. Is he still alive? You have such thoughts often when he leaves through one of the bad doors. Not every country on this planet was as safe and peaceful as your homeland. Many were cursed by monsters, war or dark magic. There were other wizards like Jungkook, but not many felt courageous enough to venture beyond their own borders. Jungkook never limited his powers to borders, he went where magic was needed and while you loved him for it, you also loathed this part of him. His kindness will kill him one day. You would never dare to tell him that because it was what he needed to feel happy, but sometimes you wished that he would stop leaving through bad doors and stay with you instead.
Speaking of doors. The number shield above the lever suddenly flicks to black. You jump up from the armchair, staring at the front door with bated breath. The doorknob turns. Please let him be unharmed, please. The door opens, allowing the stench of phosphor to enter your home. Jungkook walks over the threshold like the wind, closing the door quickly and flicking the lever back to the town. He walks upright and with lightness in his steps. His face and clothes were darkened by soot, as were his hands, but he looked unharmed.
“What a day”, he says, shrugging off his black cape.
“Beloved!” you call out, running to jump into his arms.
“Oh?” Jungkook catches you with a laugh and his dirtied hands under your behind.
“I’m so glad that you’re home. I was so worried that you were hurt or, or worse killed”, you almost sob into his shoulder, twisting his hair to get him closer to you.
“Worry not about me. I’m home safe.”
“Yes? Oh Jungkook, my beloved”, you cradle his face.
Jungkook sets you down gently, holding your waist as he smiles down at you.
“You are so dirty. Oh my beloved, are you truly unharmed?”
“Yes, I promise you this is just soot which lingered in the air. I fought and won.”
“You will cause me heart problems one day. You’re finally home”, you say and hug him, face buried in his strong chest despite his dirtied clothes.
Jungkook hugs you back, caressing the back of your head. He leans down and kisses the crown of your head, resting his cheek on it afterwards with closed eyes. His beloved woman. He loves this part of his days the most. To return home and be greeted by your hug is truly what Jungkook does all of this for.
“My little love”, he whispers, holding you safely, “I missed you today.”
“I missed you too, so very much.” You crane your neck so you could look up at him and get on your tiptoes. Jungkook meets you in the middle, cradling your cheeks as you and he kiss. His lips taste of ash and so you pull back with a slight scowl.
Jungkook chuckles, “I know I taste awful. Let me bathe and then I will really kiss you.”
“Yes, alright. I shall warm dinner in the meantime.”
“Oh my little love”, he whispers and kisses your forehead in gratefulness. He breaks away from you to hurry upstairs in light steps and a melody on his lips. You clean off the soot from your clothes and cheeks, hurrying to the kitchen afterwards.
Dinner is served and warm when Jungkook skips down the steps. He changed into black pants into which he tugged a white flowy shirt. His bare feet are almost silent on the many rugs spread on the wooden floor. He dances to your side, picks you up to twirl with you once. You laugh loudly, wobbling slightly when he sets you down again.
“How I missed you”, he says, hugging you close and nuzzling his face into your neck. His hands roam your body innocently, rubbing your back and waist, giving your buttocks a gentle squeeze and caressing your arms. It is as if he refuses to let go and you love it so much, melting into him if there wasn’t dinner waiting.
He ends his loving touches by holding your waist and cradling your hand with the other, resting his forehead against yours to sway with you to melodies he hums. It is as if you were dancing.
You smile, having your eyes closed. He has such a beautiful singing voice. Sometimes when sleep comes a little harder to you, as it sometimes does to a person, Jungkook caresses your face and sings to you softly until you fell asleep. You love these nights so very much and whenever he is gone for longer than a day and you can’t fall asleep because of worry, you are damned to a sleepless night. Are have gotten so used to his singing that living without is like torture.
“Is this a new melody? You keep humming it lately?” you whisper.
“Yes, I thought of it”, he says and singings it softly with syllables of “lalala”s.
You join his singing harmonising with him, which makes him smile and kiss your lips. You giggle.
“Mhm, you perfect blessing you”, he says, trying to deepen the kiss but you squirm away for the sole purpose of talking. If there wasn’t dinner waiting for you and him, you would want to stay in this moment for ages.
“Dinner will be cold again if we take any more time.”
“Mhm, you’re right.” He kisses your cheek and steps back, but keeps his hands on your waist. “What did you make?”
“Your favourite. Potato stew with cow’s meat. The bread is fresh, from baker Yoongi. Sit down, sit down.”
“I’m in a dream. You have no idea how much this will cheer me up tonight.”
He sits down, earning himself a kiss to his shoulder before you sit down as well opposite of him. You break the bread, giving him the bigger piece because he always eats so much more than you when he returns from a bad door.
You talk about your days during dinner. You tell him that you went into town for shopping and that you met your parents for some tea. He tells you about the dangers he encountered. The situation in Berking was brittle as more and more fire demons invaded the mountainous lands and threatened the livelihood of the people. Jungkook worked together with the wizard of Berking, Taehyung Emerand, but he fears that soon their shared powers won’t be enough to ward off the demons. Jungkook plans on visiting the wizard Seokjin Koral tomorrow and ask for his aid in the matter. He is positive that the wizard will help.
You and Jungkook clean the kitchen together after dinner and because it is so late already, you decide to go to bed soon after.
It took you a while to get used to Jungkook’s bedroom. His furniture was dark and the bed most comfortable, but the room was brimming with treasures. There was no wall which wasn’t covered in trinkets or artworks and no surface which didn’t carry more trinkets or healing plants. Many of the items were of magical nature and helped Jungkook recharge when he slept. Some bore memories while others were merely of aesthetic nature. You felt overwhelmed from all the views at first, but now you loved it dearly. Every item had its home and it fit so well together with the rest. These days, there are a few of your trinkets in the collection as well, looking perfectly in place. The floor was entirely covered in colourful, expensive rugs scattered without plan. Most corners of the room, or spaces where you rarely walked, were covered in stacks of books. Tonight, Jungkook reads one of the books when you enter the bedroom in nothing but your sleeping gown. He stepped out of his pants as well, now lying in bed with a bared behind covered by the warm blanket.
“The water was really warm tonight. I barely wanted to leave the bath.”
“Yes, it felt good on the skin. The weather gets colder here again so it’s nice to have a warm bath.”
“Yes, not long and we will have to use the thicker blanket. I can’t wait, I love this blanket”, you say, getting comfortable under the covers.
Jungkook lowers the book and places his hand on the side of your head so he could caress you gently. You gaze up at him, head the only thing sticking out from under the blanket. The light of the night lamp illuminates his face in warm colour, his dark hair falls in soft waves. Looking at him will never not make your heart flutter.
“Please don’t die far away from me, Jungkook Pendragon.”
“Oh beloved, you worry too much”, Jungkook speaks softly, massaging your ear soothingly.
“Please just promise me.”
“I promise you. I shall grow old until I look like a raisin and then die in your arms.”
You snicker, making him smile with it.
“Yes, I can accept that.”
He chuckles, booping your nose.
“You’re too cute.”
He picks up the book and continues where he left off. You continue where you left off too, which is staring at his face to make sure that he was truly back with you again.
“What are you reading?” you ask him, fingers tracing the side of his thigh mindlessly under the blanket.
“Spells I might need tomorrow. If Seokjin wants to leave for Berking right away, I want to be prepared.”
“So you will fight again tomorrow?”
Jungkook lowers the book, meeting your eyes.
“Hey, little love”, he brushes his hand over your temple soothingly, “don’t worry about me. Nothing will happen to me, I promise.”
“You made a promise about raisins.”
“And I intend to keep it”, he says, scratching your scalp softly so your thoughts could calm down. He continues petting you like this as he gets lost in the book again, using magic to float it in front of him and flick the pages.
What if you won’t ever see him again? Jungkook wants you to calm down and find sleep, but you can’t. You could lose him tomorrow. He could be gone, leaving you alone with no arms to lie in and no person to call home. If this moment wasn’t so tranquil, you would be crying. Instead you look at his face to memorise every inch of it just in case.
Jungkook soon glances at you.
“Try to sleep, beloved” he whispers, brushing his fingers over your lids gently to close them.
“I can’t. I’m worried about tomorrow.”
“Don’t, I will return back to you.” Jungkook lies down on his side, kissing your forehead as he holds you close. “Try to sleep, beloved, please try to sleep.”
“I can’t. I want to look at you longer.”
“Do I have to tire you, mhm?”
Your lids flutter, as does your heart. Jungkook smiles sweetly, pinching your cheek and kissing it.
“Try to sleep, yes?” he whispers before sitting back up to return to the book.
You continue to stare. His words made you desperate for him. You didn’t even think of this yet. If you lose him, you will also lose the intimacy.
Jungkook is many a things. Wizard, healer, saviour, husband. And he is also the most attentive lover. You knew some intimacy before Jungkook, but truly got to know it through him. He waited after your wedding, of course he did. As a matter of fact, he was such a gentleman, that he didn’t even kiss you before you were officially his wife for he didn’t want to spoil your honour. The first kiss you shared was during the wedding ceremony and then later at night, Jungkook kissed you properly, sealing your shared fate. He couldn’t get enough of you and you couldn’t get enough of him. It always feels so good to be intimate with him. What if tonight is the last night to share this feeling?
“Beloved?”
Jungkook sighs and looks at you, “why are you still up? Look at you, you seem so tired already.”
“I don’t care. I want to be with you.”
“You are, little love, you are. In sleep as well.”
“Not yet, I have a wish.”
He places the book aside and lies down on his side, drawing calming circles on your upper back. His eyes are filled with so much love, his face looks constantly happy when he looks at you.
“Tell me your wish.”
“Can we love each other tonight? If you don’t return tomorrow, I want to have something to think back fondly on.”
Jungkook swallows the words he actually wanted to speak, that your worries were for nought and that you should sleep, when he sees how much you truly needed this tonight. He smiles with his eyes and kisses the shell of your ear.
“Of course, my beloved. We can love each other.”
“Really?”
"Yes, of course. I missed you today. Loving you like this, would make me very happy.”
“It would make me happy too. Jungkook, my beloved.” You touch his chest. “Can I taste you?”
“You.” He gulps, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “You would want this?”
“Yes. A lot.”
“I, I want it as well.”
You sigh his name. He cradles your cheek.
“But first I need to kiss you. Truly kiss you.”
You meet him eagerly, fingers burying themselves deep in his soft hair and lips so ready to be claimed. Jungkook smiles into the kiss because of your eagerness, purring softly while his hand pulls you closer by your waist. He puts his other arm under your head, placing his hand on your shoulder. Naturally and happily, you drape your leg over his hips, breaking the kiss to whisper.
“This feels so good.”
“It does, my beloved. I love holding you.”
The kiss continues. Your hearts beat in sync, your lips dance perfectly together. How you both needed this tonight. He missed you all day, looking forward to the moment he was finally with you again. You missed him as well, worrying for his safety and healing now that he was kissing you again.
You remember the first night he properly kissed you. You laid under him, cradled in his strong arms and with your breath stolen by him. It has been years ever since and it still feels as exciting as it did back then. Perhaps even more exciting because your love for each other grew over the years. Familiarity, intimacy, connection replaced the once thrilling feeling of learning each other and with it allowed your love to blossom. Being known and knowing in return is much better than getting know, it truly is. Jungkook knows that you love it most when he uses his tongue to trace your lips. You know that he gets especially excited when you run your nails over his scalp. You use your knowledge tonight, soon turning the kiss from gentle to just a little starved. You moan first, Jungkook answers you instantly, hand gripping your thigh to tug you closer. His hold on you is gentle but desperate. The hardness poking your middle shows his hunger even better. You and he both know that you needed to end this kiss in order to continue.
It breaks with shaky breaths leaving the both of you. You can’t stop looking at him. He reciprocates, starry eyes racing between yours. His fingers brush your cheek, his whisper comes oh so very quietly.
“I love you with the very essence of my soul, ___ Pendragon.”
“I love you with every breath I draw, Jungkook Pendragon.”
He exhales shakily, resting his forehead against yours. You and he close your eyes.
“My little love….”
For a brief second, you enjoy the moment of connection. You are both aroused yet want to take time to truly savour each other. Being naked and getting it done quickly is easy, but what truly makes intimacy with him so wonderful is that you equally want to take your time. You savour the connection, the moments your souls are intertwined and your hearts are one.
“I feel so good”, you breathe.
“I feel so good, too”, he whispers.
“I want you.”
“I want you too, so very much that my hand…” he dances it to your behind and gives it a gentle squeeze, “...wants to act up.”
You giggle, he chuckles.
“You’re just being cheeky.”
“Mhm, I am. It makes you laugh.”
“Oh beloved you”, you break the connection by gently pushing him to his back. He moves gladly, breath quickening at what was to come. You peck his lips first, then lie down on your stomach, draping your arm over his waist. You feel up his chest slowly, gazing at his face. His heart races uncontrollably.
“You’re beautiful”, you say and rest your cheek on his chest, scrunching your face in a love drunk smile. And as you rest, your hand rubs him slowly, memorising how it feels to touch him. “My strong love and yet you are still so soft.”
Jungkook smiles, brushing his hand down your cheek. With a giggle and scrunch of your nose you lift yourself again to kiss him over the shirt. Your hands and fingers guide your lips, painting a picture of him in your memories. His strong yet comfortable chest, which is so perfect to hide in, his delicate collarbones, on which necklaces always sit so prettily, his tender neck which always smells so good and his strong shoulders, which are perfect to lean on, his even stronger arms which give the best hugs and then you take the path back. You brush your lips over his nipples, making him sigh softly, but you don’t linger. You need to kiss his stomach next, which is so strong but also so soft when he lies with you. You hug him and rest your cheek on it.
“You are so soft, you really are.”
Jungkook chuckles but sighs soon after. He feels so warm inside. If this is how he can spend the night before battle, he is one lucky man. Quite frankly, he is the luckiest man who ever lived. He is married to you after all.
It so happens that you soon reach the edge of the blanket. You glance at his face briefly. His eyes are closed. So it will be a surprise. Good. You love surprising him.
You push the blanket down to the middle of his thighs carefully and slip his shirt up to his lower stomach, exposing his hardened length. You keep one arm still around his waist, using it to support some of your weight as you lower your starving mouth to his length. He fits between your lips as if he was molded just for you.
Jungkook gasps loudly, hand falling to the nape of your neck and fingers ever so slightly dimpling your skin. His hips twitch up, his length throbs on your tongue. The surprise was successful. How exciting.
You moan and begin moving. You concentrate on his tip, using both your tongue and lips to taste him. He is sensitive where he leaks and around his frenulum, so you switch between these two spots, listening to the sweet moans he releases in reaction. His hand is still on your neck, grasping it and when he doesn’t, he gives you gentle rubs of gratefulness.
You lick his taste from his slit, purring in answer to his gasped moans. You enjoy his taste a lot. At first, you were surprised by how he tasted down there. You always expected it to be different flavoured, more like milk to match the look of it, but that isn’t so. It is masculine when he is deeply aroused and sweet when he ate lots of fruit and sometimes it carries a hint of salt in its taste but most of all, it tasted like him. And you loved this flavour so much that you find yourself drooling all over him right now. You slurp it up, picking up what you can’t swallow with your fingers to spread it on his lower inches in a deep and skilful massage.
“Beloved this is…” He groans deeply, kicking the mattress as you force his legs to be restless. “...a lot. Ah mmhhgm.”
What an exciting reaction. Your stomach flutters and your wetness grows between your legs. You sink him between your lips, keeping them relaxed so they move as you suck him. You press the flat of your tongue against his length, moving your head in the same rhythm you move your hand.
“Beloved ah”, he gasps, fingers digging into your tender neck desperately. He kicks the sheets, bucking his hips up afterwards.
Encouraged by his reactions, you pick up speed and depth, drooling down his length without bothering to swallow it.
Jungkook moans loudly, hand dropping from your neck to reach up and grab the corner of his pillow. He cannot decide whether to keep his eyes closed or gawk at the ceiling in disbelief. He also cannot decide whether to dig his head into the pillow or lift it in surprise. Neither can he decide whether to gasp or moan. Perhaps he does all of these things. With no pattern behind them. They just happen and happen while you suck his very soul out of his length. He feels it in every inch of his cock, feels it in his balls as well. It burns like fire and consumes the very same. It spread to his stomach by now, lingering as a warm, tight knot. It consumed his legs as well, rendering them useless and tingly as if millions of fire ants crawled over them.
He might release in your mouth if he wasn’t careful. It would feel so good and you would love it so much, but he can’t. If you want tonight to truly be memorable, he wants to do it the right way. He wants to look into your eyes as he lets go and feel your fingers grasp his arms as you feel it coat your walls.
You moan around him, head pounding in pleasure. You love to have him in your mouth. It shouldn’t feel that good to have something hit your throat over and over again but it does. You love him inside so much that you feel no need to gag or choke, only the need to consume him more and more.
“Stop it now”, Jungkook however stops you, sliding his hand to your chin to gently pry you off his length. “Stop or you will make me release.”
You slip off begrudgingly, turning your head to look at him. Your lips are puffy and glossy, your eyes are hazy. Jungkook feels thoughtless at the view of you, except for one thought.
“Oh you, let me kiss you”, he gets out and pulls you up to him so he could do just that. You whimper, melting into him instantly. You don’t mind anymore that he stopped you from tasting his orgasm, not when he kisses you so hungrily. He flips your position, claiming the emptiness between your legs with his hips. Only the thin fabric of your sleeping gown keeps you from connecting deeper.
“Oh you…perfect woman. You felt so good I feared for my heart. Oh you…”
Jungkook tastes himself on your lips and tongue as he kisses you. It makes him want to kiss you even more, even better, even longer. Not just your lips. Everywhere. Your beautiful face, which he always thinks of for happiness when times are hard, your tender neck so soft and smelling always so good, your collarbones which are prettiest when sunlight hits them, your shoulders which sometimes get stiff but which relax so easily when he rubs them, your arms which are the only home he will ever have, your chest which is rather precious to handle. He palms your breasts and gathers them carefully so he could kiss them over the thin fabric. His warmth seeps into your skin like this, drawing gasps from your lips. He feels so good on your body.
“You are the living proof that the creator is an artist. She carved you from the very soils of beauty, my beloved”, he breathes, lips ghosting over your tender nipples without ever deepening the touch. That is the task of another night, he needs to worship every inch of you. Your sides which he loves to hold and gently tickle because it makes you laugh, your upper stomach which tenses whenever he makes you belt in laughter, your stomach which is so soft. So soft. Jungkook finds himself sinking his head into it and sighing your name.
He gazes up at you, holding your sides.
“I’m home when I’m with you, ___ Pendragon.”
You ruffle his hair, smiling at him.
“You’re my home too.”
Jungkook sighs happily, lifting his head to continue his path. He wiggles under the blanket and lifts your gown, sticking his head under it. You gawk with bated breath, waiting for his wet tongue between your folds.
It never comes, instead he places dozens and dozens of kisses on each of your inner thighs, drawing a sigh from your lips. You prop your legs up all on your own, getting his hands on your upper hips outside the gown. You can hold them like this and you do, grabbing one finger per hand as he kisses a path closer and closer to your heat.
Jungkook bends the fingers you hold, letting you know that he was holding you back. The warmth between your folds hits you a second later, surprising you so greatly that you squeak and close your legs on his head.
“Mhm.” He lifts his mouth, “forgive me. Too far?”
“No, no sorry. I startled, that’s all. Please more”, you stutter, opening your legs.
“I will be gentle, I promise my beloved”, he says and sticks his tongue out to part your petals with it. You squeeze the fingers you hold, moaning his name.
Jungkook closes his eyes, releasing a breath of utter relief. He loves to be between your legs. You offer him such heaven. You are soft and tender and so warm. When he excites you, your warmth begins to smell so intensely feminine and addicting that Jungkook becomes droopy. And your taste. Oh, your taste. Jungkook loves every drop of it. You become sweeter the more aroused you get and your nectar changes from thicker to more liquid. You are already so wet tonight from pleasuring him that Jungkook can’t decide where to linger. Your entrance, your petals or your clit. All of it gets traced and licked by his eager tongue. He can picture you in his mind when he does it. How you open up like the prettiest flower, how there are the first then the second petals revealing your warm depth and presenting your swollen clit.
“You’re beautiful, so beautiful” he murmurs into you and includes his lips as well. He sucks and kisses you, forcing your voice to raise in pitch as he makes you moan constantly.
Your legs are shaky and it feels as if millions of ants were crawling under your skin, just how you made him feel. The same warmth is in your stomach as well, tight and deep inside you, hiding almost.
You mewl and tug at his finger. Jungkook comes up with a slurp, appearing from your gown. His raven hair is messy, his rosy lips glossy.
“Was I too rough?” he asks with worried eyes.
“No, your fingers please, your fingers.”
“Ah, I understand”, he smiles and sticks his two longest into his mouth to coat them in a good layer of his spit. He slides his other hand to your inner thigh and opens your legs further with a gentle tug.
You whimper in reaction, fingers grasping the sheets. To be gazed upon by him as he pleasures you is so arousing to you. He is looking at your face, watching your reaction as you take his digits.
The stretch is unbearable, not because it hurts, but because it feels too good. He is so careful in how he fills you, gliding in inch by inch.
You whimper, face contorting in pleasure. Warm. You are so warm now that you are finally filled.
“So beautiful. You are so beautiful”, Jungkook says and disappears inside your gown again to lick you eagerly. He traces your stuffed folds first, moaning deeply at the feeling of it. He can’t wait to exchange his fingers with his length. For now however, he wants to help you to an orgasm with just his fingers and tongue. He curls them deep inside you, pressing them against your upper walls right where it felt best. A gasp from you. Jungkook guides his tongue to your clit and presses it against you tightly to use the pressure and wet warmth to rub it with his tongue. The gasp turns into a moan. And another. Then another blending into a constant stream of noises as he gives you pleasure so intense you can see light behind your lids.
You twist the sheets and tug on them, head buried deep in the pillow and back arched off the mattress. Your toes curl, gripping the sheets. The once quiet warmth in your lower body turns into a raging, all consuming fire. His fingers fill you entirely, the pressure on your insides is perfect and his slickened tongue is so strong in its grinds. He will make you climax. It is inescapable.
“I have to orgasm”, you get out, whimpering his name next.
Jungkook encourages you to let go with a hungry growl, sealing your fate.
You throw your head back and break screaming his name. Jungkook moans, tingling with you as he helps you ride it out until you pull away all by yourself.
Jungkook licks his fingers clean before reappearing from your gown, lower face messy in your orgasm and his drool.
“Beloved”, you croak, reaching for him. He lies himself down on you, meeting you in the middle for a kiss. You whimper and twitch, grasping him desperately as you use his kisses as your remedy. He left you so shaken from your high, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. You are alive when you can be with him this way.
You break the kiss with a wish on your lips, “can I feel your skin on mine?”
“Yes, of course. This would be everything to me”, he says and sits up to pull his shirt over his head. You do the same with your gown. You and he stay seated afterwards, gazing at each other.
“You’re beautiful”, you say, tracing his pecs.
“You are just as beautiful”, he breathes and hugs you against him.
You instantly melt, eyes closing and skin taking in every second of contact it has with him. He is so warm and soft. He is the same temperature as you and yet he feels so much warmer than you. Like your only heat source in a cold room.
“I want to be with you.”
“You will be, I promise. Do you want to lie down for it?”
“Yes, very.”
While you lie down, he disappears from your side for a brief moment to get a small wand of pure emerald, then claims his spot between your legs again. He intertwines his right hand with yours, resting on his elbows. He uses his left hand to cradle your cheek and caress it. His eyes gaze at you with so much love that you feel breathless.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful too.”
“No, but you are truly so beautiful”, he whispers and furrows his brows as his emotion overwhelm him. “Oh my beloved. I will be gentle with you, I promise.”
“Whatever you promise, please just hurry. I need you inside me. Please.”
“Help me, yes?”
You reach down with your left hand and take his length to guide it to your entrance. You give him a gentle push and then he takes over, filling you with him in a careful push of his hips.
Your breath hitches, you grasp his shoulder and squeeze his hand. He furrows his brows, eyes clouding over in pleasure.
“Is this good for you? Are you in pain?”
You shake your head vigorously and squeeze his shoulder as well.
“And now? I feel you tightening. Is it too much so soon after your orgasm?”
“I’m tightening because it feels so good”, you croak and roll your hips up to take the last inch.
Jungkook moans your name, dropping his forehead against yours and squeezing his eyes shut. A curse slips from his lips, “forgive me”, he instantly apologises.
“Don’t. I agree. Damn it. Ah beloved, I love you.”
“I love you too”, Jungkook chokes out and kisses you, beginning to chase your warmth in deep but gentle movements. You swallow each other’s initial moan. Jungkook slips his hand from your cheek and grasps the pillow instead, holding it with the kind of desperate strength he wouldn’t dare to hold you in fear of hurting you. But he has to hold something like this. The tingling fire in his legs and stomach is back, his length feels even better than it did when it was being sucked by you. If he didn’t grasp something, he would go insane. He regrets not releasing in your mouth when he had the chance because he is paying the price now.
Jungkook breaks the kiss, drool still sticking to your lips and his.
“I’m so sensitive. Every stroke feels like coming alive. I should have released in your mouth, ah beloved, ahmh it’s…you’re driving me insane.”
“Is it too much?”
“Almost, I’m burning up. It feels…”
“It feels so good”, you whimper.
“That’s right, it feels so good”, he agrees and moans, length so deep inside you that you swear you can feel his soul reach into you.
You gaze up at him through your blurry vision. He is so close to you but you see enough. His pleasure twisted face, his messy hair, his flushed cheeks.
“You are so beautiful right now, so beautiful.”
“You are…beauti…ful…too”, he struggles with his words, following it up with a growl and his fingers slipping from your grasp to instead grip your wrist and pin it into the pillow. He does it carefully, unlike how he twists the pillow.
“My beloved, it’s so difficult not to break you. Are you still comfortable?”
“Yes, please.”
“Oh my little love, my warm soft love… it takes everything inside me not to ruin you.”
You clench around him, arching your back. To be underneath him, to be so fragile and weak in comparison to him and to be treated with such utter tenderness because of it, is driving you insane as well.
You reach between your bodies and touch your clit.
“Ah!”
Jungkook peels his eyes open at the sound. His hips stop.
“What happened? Are you alright?” he gasps, worried.
“Yes, yes. Please move.”
“Oh my love, what a relief. You are just so small and tender. I worried that I hurt you for a second.”
“Jungkook, please”, you beg him, gazing up at him pleadingly. You wiggle your hips, trying to give yourself more pleasure with quick rubs of your clit.
“No, wait. I have something for you.”
“What?” you ask breathlessly, craving more of what he did.
He sits up, cock still inside you, and reaches for the emerald wand. He closes his fist around it and whispers an enchantment over it. It looks normal afterwards and feels warm as he places it in your hand.
“What did you do to it?”
“Tap it once.”
You follow. The wand begins vibrating in your fingers, “oh?”
“For you. It will last for a day. Tap it again and it will increase gradually, tap it twice and it will stop.”
“This is so…”
“Place it on your clit.”
You obey in curiosity, sitting up slightly in shock upon the initial sensation.
“Jungkook”, you croak, walls throbbing around him.
“Does this feel good?”
“Yes”, you mewl, nodding your head vigorously.
“Good. Use it whenever you need it.”
Jungkook pushes you down gently and with a knowing smile, lays himself back down over you to pick up where he left off.
You gasp and writhe, gawking at him with widened eyes. He soothes you with gentle caresses of your temples and cheeks.
“Isn’t that nice?”
“-ice”, you manage to squeak out because then you are unable to speak, scrunching your face up and grasping his arm.
“You are so beautiful, my beloved. I love you so much”, he moans, head dizzy because of this situation.
You are writhing under him, hips bucking up to chase him and walls so tight around his length it is almost impossible not to orgasm. Giving you pleasure, making you feel good, is his biggest pleasure.
“You’re taking me so well, you are so beautiful, so beautiful…”
Jungkook grits his teeth and angles his hips differently to stimulate your sensitive spots. He keeps his length buried inside you for it, drawing circles.
You inhale loudly, reaching above you to twist the pillow. Your eyes spill tears because of the intensity with which he pleasures you. You have never felt like this before. The wand gives you shakes you truly cannot control. His length has never felt so filling before, so big and ever consuming. It is as if you are giving him your very soul right now.
“Jungkook”, his name leaves you in a desperate keen as you kick the sheets.
“Don’t hold back, I will follow. I promise you, my little love.”
He breaks you into a million pieces just as he patches you back up again at the same time. You thought that you screamed in bed before, but you hadn’t. This is a true scream of pleasure, one so utterly soul bearing that Jungkook feels his eyes cross and roll back before he orgasms so deep inside you, he feels your walls quiver in reaction.
You and he ride out your shared highs in messy thrusts and rolls of your hips, falling in each other’s arms afterwards to kiss sloppily. The emerald lies in the sheets, still vibrating but without use. Your fingers are in his hair, he cradles your face.
“I love you, I love you, I love you”, he chants and you answer him with the very same words over and over and over again until your breath runs out and you need to catch it together.
You stay close, rubbing your noses together gently.
“How are you feeling? Was I too rough?” he asks.
“You were perfect. You felt so good. I, I never experienced such sensations before”, you say.
“I know. You screamed. I never heard you scream like this before. My beloved, my eyes actually crossed because of it. I never felt my orgasm so intensely before.”
“Me neither. It was as if you were trying to crawl into me.”
“And for me it was as if you wanted to consume me whole.”
You and he giggle, hugging each other.
“You are going to drive me insane one day, ___ Pendragon.”
“Good. When the day comes, I will become mad with you, Jungkook Pendragon.”
He smiles, hiding his face in your neck.
“Good. I can accept that.”
“It is decided then. We will become two mad raisins.”
He laughs, lifting his head to get lost in your eyes.
“Promise. We will become two mad raisins together. My precious, beloved love”, he whispers, cradling your cheek.
“Taehyung and Hoseok are throwing a house party. You and Jungkook want to spice up your relationship and pretend to be strangers meeting there for the first time. It works well at first until you both get way too drunk and needy for each other. So you and he sneak away to take care of each other's problems.”
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: married life!AU, houseparty!AU, Smut
Warnings: switch!Kook, switch!Reader, the switching in this is so good, they get drunk together & dance their hearts out, he is so effortlessly attractive, ah yeah they also have a lil roleplay where they pretend to be strangers meeting at the party (they last ten minutes bahhaha), Jungkook’s tiny waist, he wears body chains + a crop top and oiled himself up, I’m literally foaming at the mouth, Wednesday!JK levels of devoted & needy vibes from him, drunk giggles & making out, he is a very giggly and vocal drunk, he is also a goof <3, consensual & mutual drunk sex, thigh riding, dry humping, cumming in her panties, dirty talk, mutual stripping, nipple play & licking for him, whiney Koo <3, a very quick blowjob ofc, the bodychains stay ON during sex, rough penetrative vaginal sex in Mating Press & Deep Missionary, clit play, his chains hit her clit as he fucks her, creampies, sappy & cuddly aftercare, ah yeah they do all that in Tae's bed JFAJDFJ & he has no idea bruh
Wordcount: 9.4k
a/n: this is based on anonie's idea. But listen. this is lowkey a story about his waist jsjsj like i kept thinking of all the dainty waist koo pics which exist and you besties have no idea how feral i feel for his waist like i am OC in this story, this is practically me jjajaja either way, have fun besties 🧡
You are at Jimin’s place today, getting ready for Taeseok’s (that’s how Hoseok and Taehyung like to jokingly call themselves to your friend group) annual summer party. Most of the town’s party folk is going to be there and you have been looking forward to it for weeks. You still remember how you and Jungkook snuck glances at each other when you weren’t a thing yet and how he got jealous of Taehyung “hooking up with you”. Oh times were so much spicier back then. Not that you would ever want to trade the safety and comfort you have with Jungkook these days, but sometimes you miss the sparks of being in the getting to know each other stage.
This is why you are currently at Jimin’s place, while Yoongi is at your place. You and your best friend are going to go to the party together, while Yoongi and Jungkook will go there as a duo. You plan on meeting each other there and pretending to be strangers meeting for the first time.
The plan is perfect and so sexy.
Jimin is singing loudly, dancing to the song on the radio as he is putting on his eyeshadow. You sit on the floor in front of the mirror, busy with your own eye makeup. You join him in song every now and then, dancing in your seating position and laughing loudly whenever Jimin twerks way too aggressively.
Your days of youth might have passed already, but mentally you still feel like a late teen getting ready with your best friend for the best night ever. Especially this year around where you pretend to get ready to meet “your potential new boyfriends” at the party. Oh it is so much fun to play this silly little game of pretend.
You and Jimin already shared a bottle of sparkling wine, feeling giggly drunk.
“What do you think? Red or peach?” Jimin asks, holding up different kinds of blushes against his cheeks.
“None of them. Pink. It fits with the top.”
“You know what? You are so right, girly”, Jimin says and switches the blush to a pink one. He smiles so his cheeks stick out and applies a generous amount on his face. You busy yourself with applying mascara, pulling a silly face for it.
Jimin finishes first, posing in the mirror.
“Do you think that there’s gonna be cute boys at the party?” he asks for the sake of the roleplay.
“I hope so. I really wanna make out tonight.”
“Yes god, that would be so much fun. I wanna grind on a cute boy. I’m not gonna stop until he’s hard.”
“Of course you won’t. God bitch, you’re such a whore.”
“I so am”, Jimin agrees and turns to dance to his jewellery stand. He drinks from the bottle as he does, singing to the song whenever he can.
You are almost done with your makeup. Only your lips are missing now. Then a quick touch up of your hair and you can stand up.
“What do you think?” you ask, pulling a pose.
Jimin studies you from head to toe.
“Biiitch you look hot dot com. I bet the boys are gonna fight for your attention.”
“Thank you, thank you. I tried.”
“Well you definitely nailed it. You look sexy as fuck”, Jimin says and holds up two pairs of earrings, “left? Right?”
The left is a pair of silver sterling hoop earrings. The right is silver as well, but two studs with a white gemstone in the middle.
“Left. Definitely. The right ones are way too boring.”
“Good choice”, Jimin says and looks at the small stand mirror, “I’m so excited, seriously. Taeseok’s summer parties are always so much fun.”
“I know, right? I’m already so curious about DJ Tete”, you snicker at the name, “I wonder how he’s gonna do.”
“I bet he’s gonna be awesome. What’s the time by the way?”
You check your phone. A picture of you and Jungkook is looking back at you. He is leaning in and kissing your cheek while you are smiling into the camera. Your heart flutters. You are so excited to see him at the party.
“___?”
“Huh?” you let out, meeting Jimin’s eyes.
“The time. Girl, did you just stare at your screen?”
“Sorry, I looked at the pic”, you say, showing him your lock screen, “he’s so handsome. We went on a beach walk with Bam when we took this pic. God, I love this man so much.”
Jimin chuckles, “hey, pretend. Girl, you don’t know him yet. You’re single and ready to mingle.”
“Yeah right. Ah shit, I forgot”, you whine.
Jimin laughs, “that’s fine, I get you. I keep wanting to text Yoongi updates on my outfit. You think they’re almost ready too?”
“Yeah probably. Kook’s been planning his outfit all week. He didn’t let me see it even once. I’m going crazy because I wanna know what he picked out.”
“Same, oh my god”, Jimin exclaims, “Yoongi’s been locking his office since Wednesday ‘cause he has his outfit in there. I’m going crazy. I need to see him or I might pass away.”
“I feel you, god”, you groan, throwing your head back in frustration, “what do you say, should we text them that we’re ready already?”
“No”, Jimin snatches your phone away, “pretend. We’ll meet them at the party. Maybe, wink wink.”
“Fine urgh”, you give up, “now give me back my phone and let me have a sip as well.”
Twenty minutes later, you are in front of Hoseok’s and Taehyung’s place. Hoseok opens the door for you, greeting you with his brightest heart shaped smile. He is in jeans shorts and a neon green crop top which really showcase his defined ab-lines. He matches his nails to the shirt.
“Look at you guys. I’m so happy that you could come”, he cheers and hugs you tightly. The masculine scent pf his cologne tickles your nose.
“Of course we’d come. Your summer parties are the highlight of the year”, you tell him.
“Yeah dude, we’ve been looking forward to it for months”, Jimin says, hugging him.
Hoseok steps back with a squeaky giggle, looking happy about the praise.
“What can I get you?”
“We’re gonna look around for a little if that’s okay. Is Tae already playing DJ?”
“Not yet, he’s by the pool with Joon and Jin.”
“Nice, we’re gonna say hey.”
“You sure that you don’t want me to get you something?”
“Fine, get us your special cocktail. I know you have something brewing.”
Hoseok grins, “that’s what I like to hear”, he says and hurries away in happy skips.
You and Jimin make your way outside to the pool.
Your friends are chatting with each other, holding cocktails. Namjoon and Seokjin are wearing matching fishing shirts, while Taehyung is wearing a fishnet shirt with leather shorts. He spots you first, lifting his hand to wave you over. Namjoon and Seokjin smile, waving as well.
“Hey guys, nice outfits”, you greet them, giving each of them a hug.
“Right? We bought it at a gas station for ten bucks. And look.”
Namjoon and Seokjin do a synchronized twirl, showing off their back. The words “New Dad Alarm” is stitched into the back in neon yellow lettering.
“Why?” you laugh, “you guys aren’t even dads.”
“No, but it’s the vibe that counts.”
“You guys look like a couple of fishing gays celebrating the adoption of their child”, Jimin teases.
“And? It’s the vibe that counts”, Seokjin throws back to which Namjoon snaps his fingers sassily.
“Alright, we’re not gonna stop your fishing gays with an adoptive child vibes”, you joke with a snicker on your lips, “and you? Are you the fishing net to the fishing gays?” you address Taehyung.
“Hey, uncalled for. I’m a hot queer with a nice ass and good tits”, Taehyung says.
“You really are”, you say, nudging his cheek, “sorry, you know that I was only being a dick right now?”
“I do. It’s fine, I know I look hot.”
You snicker, agreeing with a nod of your head. Hoseok appears by your sides with his signature cocktails. He hands each of you a glass, then sits down next to Taehyung.
“Where are your husbands?” he asks.
“Actually, we’re single today”, Jimin says.
“What are you guys playing again?” Seokjin asks with a knowing look in his eyes.
“We’re pretending not to know each other so we can hit each other up”, you explain your perfect plan to which Jimin snickers and nods his head.
“And you guys wanna judge our fishing gays vibes.”
“Hey, we weren’t judging. You guys rock the look”, you defend yourself and take a sip of the cocktail. It tastes sweet with a hint of coconut at the end, “the cocktail’s amazing. Wow.”
“Thanks, I worked on the recipe for a week. Tae and I solely consumed cocktails this week.”
“Really?”
“No, he’s being dramatic. There were a lot though”, Taehyung says and sips on his cocktail, moving his head to the music as he does.
It isn’t long and you find yourself in the kitchen with Jimin. If there is one thing you and your best friend are, it is party alcoholics. You rarely drink in your daily lives, but love getting drunk when going out. It is only natural for you and him to get yourselves another drink once the cocktail was empty.
It is Jimin’s turn to mix the drinks. Taehyung’s current boyfriend is still DJing, filling the beach mansion with bassy techno music. You move to the sound of it, scanning your eyes over the crowd.
Hoseok and Taehyung really know a lot of people. There are faces present which you have never seen before and you have been coming to these parties ever since you were sixteen and Hoseok threw them in his parent’s basement.
It is impressive how there are still new faces each year. Your eyes halt. Wait a damn minute, you know this face. And you know this face too!
“They’re here.”
“What?” Jimin’s head snaps up. “Where?”
“There. Entrance.”
“I can’t see.”
“Girl, there” you say and take Jimin’s hand to drag him closer to the entrance area.
“Oh there! Holy fuck. Oh my fucking god, look at them”, Jimin gasps, grasping your arm for support.
You agree with him. Jungkook has never looked hotter before. He is wearing black skin-tight jeans with a black belt. He paired a very small crop top to it. Silver body chains peak out from underneath it, accentuating the paths of him. Judging by how glowy his honey skin is, he oiled himself up. Holy fuck indeed. It takes everything inside you not to storm to him and instantly take him.
Jimin is having just as much of a hard time. Yoongi is also wearing black skinny jeans and combines a cropped t-shirt and a black choker with it. His belly button piercing peaks out from under the hem of the tanktop, his black tattoos are exposed as well. He seems to have oiled up his toned arms.
“Girl sorry, but I need to have this man”, Jimin says and abandons you to run to Yoongi.
Yoongi, who clearly wanted to roleplay, gets surprised as Jimin flings himself around his neck and kisses him deeply.
Jungkook launches to the side in surprise, gawking at them. Yoongi stumbles at first but soon catches his rhythm, grabbing Jimin’s ass greedily as his lips melt with his’.
Seconds later, Jimin collides with the wall and Yoongi slams his hand on said wall above his husband’s head. Another second later, you can see tongue. Lots of tongue.
Well there go your plans of pretending to be strangers. You huff out air in frustration, pouting. Jimin could have at least tried to control himself.
Jungkook looks away from the violently making out couple, scanning his eyes over the crowd in search of you.
Maybe you could still pretend. It isn’t too late yet.
He meets your eyes. Your heart skips a beat. He is looking at you like a golden retriever having spotted his owner. Seriously, if he had a tail, he would wag it vigorously right now.
He abandons Jimin and Yoongi, making his way to you through the crowd.
You let him think that you will wait for him until he is just a few steps away. His eyes are sparkling like crazy, his lips are curled into a giddy smile.
You turn your back to him and flee into the kitchen. You can’t see his reaction, but you know for a fact that confusion and offense are both on his features.
You hope that he is following you. You swerve past a few people once in the kitchen. Your goal is to get a drink. Vodka with some orange juice as mixer. It’s honestly not a good drink, but it gets the job done.
You are in the midst of pouring in the orange juice when Jungkook appears by your side.
“Hey there.”
You try to ignore him. Your heart is racing like crazy. This is so exciting.
“Uhm. Hey”, he tries again louder this time around, leaning a little closer in case you can’t hear him.
You give him nothing, despite really wanting to look at him.
“Helloooo”, he singsongs, tapping your shoulder.
“One second”, you tell him and finish pouring the juice. You close the package of juice, putting it back in the fridge. And only then, do you finally turn to look at him. You scan your eyes up and down. Fuck he is so hot. You need to devour him. Not yet. You have to stay strong.
“Hey”, he says one last time, giving you a lopsided smirk.
“Hey.”
“Why did you run away from me?”
“Do I know you?”
Jungkook seems taken aback for a second before realisation lights up his face. He smiles, lowering his eyes playfully.
“Not yet”, he leans against the counter nonchalantly, “but that can change. I’m Jungkook, but you can call me JK if you want to”, he says, offering you his hand to shake.
You eye it, but don’t take it. You sip on your vodka orange, leaning against the counter just as nonchalantly as he does.
“JK you say?”
“Or Jungkook whatever you might prefer. I can also go by yours if that’s more to your taste.”
He makes you laugh. Of course he still got it.
“Mine? Well, that’s ambitious.”
“What can I say, I’m an ambitious dreamer.”
“You definitely are”, you say, running your eyes over his torso.
The crop top is just long enough to it hides his waist in certain angles and exposes it in others. He styled his hair out his face and clearly did his eyebrows. He currently keeps his hair shorter and his sides even shorter. He looks to die for. You need to eat him up. You take a sip of your drink instead, meeting his eyes again. He knows that he is sexy. It is obvious in his eyes.
“You are single, aren’t you?” he asks.
“Why?”
“I’d hate to accidentally hit up someone taken.”
“So you’re hitting me up?”
“As of now, I am.”
You smile, “I’m single, yeah.”
“Really? Wow, I could have sworn that someone like you is already married.”
“Someone like me?”
“Someone as beautiful as you. I was sure for a second that someone was already lucky enough to catch your eye.”
“Mhm not yet”, you say, following his body chain until you can study his neck instead, “my eyes are definitely caught right now, though.”
“The feeling’s mutual”, he says, taking a step closer. Just a little one.
You take a step back, feeling tingles of excitement when Jungkook’s eyes darken in the thrill of the chase. He lets out a sexy chuckle, fixing his posture with a roll of his shoulders.
“What are you drinking?” he asks.
“Vodka orange. It’s nasty.”
He laughs, “I can imagine. I’m more of a whisky guy myself.”
“You are?”
“Mhm”, his eyes flit to your lips, “I like the burn.”
Everything inside you tells you to close the distance and kiss him stupid. You need this man like air. Not yet. Let’s play for a little longer.
He seems to struggle too. His eyes keep flitting to your lips and if they aren’t yearning for a kiss, they are on your chest. You purposefully wore a really short and tight dress tonight. It’s definitely working.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
“___.”
“You have a really pretty name.”
“Thanks. My parents picked it for me.”
“Your parents seem to have done a lot of things right with your creation.”
You laugh, trying so fucking hard not to call him an idiot. He is so silly and funny and you love him so much.
Jungkook laughs with you, inching closer. You don’t flee this time around, staring at his smile as if it was art. It is.
He puts his hand on the upper corner of the fridge. He is so close like this. His eyes don’t lie. They never could. He is so utterly in love with you even if you pretend to be strangers.
You can’t stop looking at him. Your eyes can’t lie. Even of you tried, they couldn’t. He is the love of your life, even if you pretend to be strangers.
You could never pull off this roleplay perfectly because it’s in your eyes.
And somehow it just makes you and him so excited tonight. To know that even if you were strangers, you were meant to be. The memory of years ago, when you were truly strangers, feels foreign to you and him, but this is what makes it so good. The connection. The memories. The safety and trust you built. The knowledge that once this party ends, you and he can go home together to your doggy son and you can fall asleep cuddling. This is what makes it so fucking good. Knowing that you already found your person.
“So do you live here or are you just visiting?” he asks.
“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to pretend anymore.”
“Really?”
You nod your head. Jungkook laughs in relief, knees buckling as he melts in giddiness.
“I’m so glad. It was so hard to act as if I didn’t know you. How are you, baby? I missed you. Oh my god, you’re so sexy, I can’t stop looking at you. I missed you so much”, he babbles, cradling your cheeks.
You melt into his touch. This is it. This is what matters.
“I missed you too. Let’s never ever do a separate sleepover again.”
“Never. Ever.” He insists, shaking his head.
“At least we held out longer than Jimin and Yoongi.”
“Right”, he looks around the room in search for them, “they’re probably fucking somewhere.”
“A hundred percent they are. Jimin spent like an hour douching. I know cause he told me every detail. I even had to help him wax his ass.”
“This sound like Jimin. But oh my god”, his knees buckle again and he pouts as he talks, “you’re so pretty. I missed you so much, baby. I can’t stop looking at you”, he whines, brushing the back of his hands down your face.
“What should I say? You look so fucking good, holy damn.”
“You like it? I wanted to be really sexy”, he explains and steps back to flex, pulling a dorky face for it.
Of course it makes you laugh because he is the funniest person ever. It also makes you swoon however. His muscles look very good when he flexes even with clothes on.
“What do you think? Do I look sexy to you?” he asks, flexing his arms.
“You look so sexy. I could eat you, I’m serious.”
“Thanks, yeah”, he lets out and finally gives in completely. He giggles, swaying giddly. He drops his head on your shoulder, hugging you against him, “let’s never ever be strangers again, baby.”
“Yeah. Never. Ever.”
He squeezes you and steps back, holding your hand as he talks.
“How was your day?”
“Fun. It was nice acting like teens with Jimin. Yours?”
“Fun too, but I missed you like crazy. I wanted to keep sending you texts.”
“Me too, oh my god.”
He smiles giddily. So he wasn’t the only one going crazy without his other half. He gazes at you, heart racing.
“Are you drunk?” he asks.
“I’m jolly. Why?”
“Because I need to catch up. I’m too sober.”
“Oh? So we’re doing this tonight?”
“Definitely. You and I are gonna get shitfaced.”
“Well if that’s so. Shots. Tequila.”
“Like we did on our first party.”
“Exactly.”
It is Taehyung’s turn to DJ when you and Jungkook finally feel drunk enough to dance. You spent time outside with the others, having to admit your defeat which didn’t come as a surprise to them. Jimin and Yoongi joined about an hour in, looking dishevelled. Nobody dared to comment on their state in fear of Jimin dropping way too graphic details. Taehyung left an hour in to switch places with his boyfriend, while said boyfriend joined the dancing crowd first row.
“Wanna get another drink?” Jimin asks Yoongi.
“Sure, we can get another drink. Seokjin, wanna join?”
“Yes, I do actually.”
Hoseok and Namjoon are playing beer pong by the pool, which leaves you and Jungkook.
“You two wanna join?” Yoongi offers.
You and Jungkook communicate through a look.
“Actually, we wanna go dancing for a bit.”
“Fine with us. We’re in the kitchen.”
And so it happens that you and Jungkook go dancing. Jungkook leaves you for a little while to talk to Taehyung. He seems touchier than normally, which is a telltale sing that he was drunk. Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind, talking to him whenever he isn’t busy mixing.
You’re all alone on the dance floor, enjoying the music and the feeling of alcohol in your veins. Seriously, you aren’t someone who drinks a lot of booze, but man is it fun to be drunk on a party. Especially when you know that you can dance with Jungkook in the near future.
He taps you on the shoulder. You turn, instantly throwing your arms around him.
“Hey. Ew, sorry”, you startle, flinching away as an unknown man looks at you.
“Wow, I’m trying not to be hurt. You are the first girl who reacts with ew when she sees me.”
“Sorry. I thought that you were someone else. I just startled, that’s all. You’re not actually ew.”
“I’m not? Thank you. You’re very pretty yourself. I’m Frank and you are?”
“Oh. Oh, no sorry. I think you might have misunderstood something. I’m-”
“Hey, I’m back”, Jungkook thankfully saves the day (on purpose because he watched you from the DJ booth and instantly felt jealous). He puts his arm around your waist, giving Frank a very territorial and dark look.
“Your date?” the stranger asks.
“Husband. We’ve been married for years. We’re very happy”, Jungkook snarls.
“Sorry, my mistake then. You guys have fun”, the stranger is thankfully one of the good guys, leaving with a slightly bruised ego but no complaints.
Jungkook turns to you and nudges your cheek.
“Bad girl. Don’t be so cute.”
“What do you mean?”
“I watched you put your arms around him.”
“Okay but mister then you also saw that I instantly flinched back when I saw that it wasn’t your fine ass”, you snicker, poking him.
“I leave you alone for five minutes and you already have men falling over you. Stop being cute or I’ll have to hide you away in my pocket.”
“Okay, you’re just acting adorable now”, you snicker and put your arms around him, hooking them behind his head. “I can’t help it. I’m born cute. Thankfully, I’m married to someone as strong as you to keep me safe.”
He likes it, scrunching his nose.
“Yeah, that’s right. My wifey”, he says and slides his hands to your hips to hold them.
You begin dancing, looking into the other’s eyes as if the universe itself was in them. And in a sense it was. When you look at Jungkook, you can see your whole universe. When Jungkook looks at you, he can see his whole universe.
“Fuck, I love you. You know?”
“I love you too. Now look at these moves.”
Seconds later you are screaming in laughter as Jungkook gives you his best performance. He comes out of it a little out of breath, looking proud.
“And whatcha think?”
“Amazing, you were amazing.”
He grins, pointing at you.
“Your turn.”
“Watch this.”
Jungkook cheers you on, jumping and laughing on the spot as you give him your best performance.
People always say that it is impossible to actually find someone you can be a hundred percent yourself with. That there will always be parts which just don’t match and you will have to live with it. But these people have never experienced what you and Jungkook have. Nobody else matches your goofy freak as well as he does.
And as you and he have the most embarrassing yet free dance off, the world seems to glow all around you. The people around don’t matter. It is just you and him.
The night continues like this for a long time. You take a short break in the middle of it, going to the kitchen for more drinks and a round of beer pong with the others.
Then Namjoon wanted to go on a drunk beach walk to which Hoseok and Seokjin agreed. You and Jungkook returned back to the dance floor. Well, at least he did because you left for the kitchen first to get more shots.
Jungkook is talking to another woman when you come back. You jump into a full sprint instantly, reaching his side within seconds.
“I got our drinks”, you blurt out, shoving it into his hand.
“Thank you.”
“Is this your friend?” the stranger asks.
“Do we look like friends to you? That’s my husband and he is my pookie wookie and I’m his egg and you are not welcome here because we’re very happy.”
“Urgh fine, message received. Bye”, she says and leaves.
“You” you whip around to him.
“I didn’t do nothing. I swear”, he panics, squeaking when you poke him in the cheek.
“Stop being a cutie pie. I can’t leave you alone.”
He relaxes and snickers, “she approached me. I was trying to tell her that I’m married when you came running.”
“Next time I’m taking you with me. We need a leash for parties.”
“Yes please”, he begs, making puppy eyes. Truly you have the most loyal hubby ever.
And so the night continues. You and he get drunker and dance. Taehyung switched places with his boyfriend again when you and Jungkook officially can’t stay apart anymore.
Well, it is you who starts it. Jungkook is very lost in the music, dancing with his eyes closed and his arms up in the air. The position makes his crop top slip up constantly, exposing his toned stomach. It looks so pretty when he stretches.
Somewhere to your right, Jimin and Yoongi are dancing as well. Well, Yoongi is barely moving while Jimin is grinding on him. Sometimes he playfully slaps his butt which makes Jimin laugh and snuggle closer for a kiss. Which in return makes Yoongi smile and kiss him hungrily. They seem very happy doing what they’re doing.
But you can only look at Jungkook and how freely he dances. His smile. This goddamn smile. It’s so beautiful. The lights hue his body into such beautiful colours. Seeing his stomach flex and relax and the body chains swing just does something to you. The song switches. Jungkook yelps and looks at you.
“I love this song! Fuck, I feel so good”, he laughs, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as the music moves his body again. His smile is even brighter than before, captivating you.
You can’t do this anymore. You are so insanely attracted to him.
You grip his waist and tug him to you. Jungkook lets you, running his eyes up and down your face playfully. He hooks his arms behind your head, swaying his hips to the music because he thinks that you wanted to dance with him. His arms rest on your shoulders like this. He is still smiling. Your attraction to him is unbearable.
You tell him to lean down, which he does.
“You’d also feel good if you were inside me”, you rasp, forcing his knees to buckle and his eyes to go droopy at the same time.
“Holy fuck, baby”, he chokes out and melts closer.
“Mhm I mean it.”
You squeeze his dainty waist, tilting your head so your noses touch.
“Don’t say that. Please. Not here”, he begs.
“I can’t help it. You’re so fucking cute. And sexy”, you say, running your hands along his oiled up sides.
Jungkook tenses and shudders, knees buckling and face dropping to the side of your head. His lips brush your ear, letting you hear the very soft moan your touch elicits.
So you do it again. His waist is dainty enough that you can dance your fingers along his sides and trace his ab-lines with your thumbs at the same time. His tummy is sensitive, which means that he gets very shivery from it.
He even has to reach down and stop your hands from further wandering.
“Please, it’s unfair of you.”
You step closer, letting your lips brush his ear.
“Let’s go somewhere else.”
Jungkook’s head shoots up, his eyes are widened. The music changes to a louder song, making his words silent to you but you know for a fact that he currently exclaims “are you serious?”
You nod your head, squeezing his hands. You mouth back a “are you down?” which you know for a fact is useless because Jungkook sucks at reading lips.
He leans closer, “whatever you just said, I agree with you”, he says against your ear, following it with a needy little sound.
“Then come on.” You say and pull him away from the dance floor. Jungkook follows like a love drunk puppy, only having eyes for you.
You and he manage as far as the kitchen and then Jungkook can’t take it anymore. He grips your face to pull you into a kiss.
“Nuh-uh what are you doing?” you stop him with a finger on his lips. He is but your finger’s width away, looking at you with desperate neediness in his eyes.
“Don’t do this to me”, he croaks, sliding his hands to the back of your neck. “Please, don’t do this.”
“I didn’t give you permission, did I?”
“Baby, please. Can I kiss you?” he is pleading. It’s a panicky reaction, his sad puppy eyes are indicator enough.
“I’m not sure”, you say and slide your finger away.
Jungkook chases you instantly, moaning softly. You move away, make him chase you, deny him the kiss.
Jungkook grips your hip and cups your cheek. The inner corners of his brows lift in a beg.
“Let me kiss you. Please.”
You smile. It’s driving him insane that you are. Your fingers on his chest are doing the rest. His heart is pounding, his skin is so overly sensitive that he swears he can feel your touch through his shirt. He is starved. It’s scrambling his brain not to taste your kiss.
“Please just one kiss.”
You shake your head, moving closer just to deny him again.
“Too many people.”
“Then let's go somewhere else”, he says and takes your hand to pull you away from the crowd. He seems to go straight for the stairs, which are off limits to the guests.
“Wait. What are you doing? Where are we going?”
“Somewhere nobody can disturb us”, he says and leads you upstairs. No guests are allowed upstairs, but you both know that you are an exception.
“But the party’s downstairs. We’re not supposed to be here.”
“I don't care. I need to kiss you.” He twirls on the highest step, walking with his back facing the path. His hands are on your hips, leading you with him. He is giggling, face scrunched in the prettiest smile. “We’re little criminals right now”, he gushes and twirls you.
“Oh god, this is very fast”, you laugh, letting him twirl you as you and he sneak down the forbidden corridor.
There is a wall close to you. Something inside him snaps. Your laugh is the reason for it. Jungkook lifts you so he can press you against the wall. He drops you in front of it, taking your wrists to pin them above your head. He is using one hand for it, using the other to touch your waist.
Like this you are caged in and completely at his mercy, moaning softly because you expected anything but this. You look at him with wobbly knees, finding it hard to breathe.
“But you’re my criminal. Gotcha”, he purrs, following it with a sweet giggle. He is truly the most adorable yet sexy person to ever exist.
“Kook, fuck…”
“Do you wanna find out what happens to criminals when I catch them?” he coos, tugging your wrists further up the wall. He tightens his grip, lowering his head at the same time. All you can see is him. His big arms, his oiled up chest, the silver chains, his playful gaze and styled hair. All you can see is him and the lips you ache to kiss.
“Yeah”, you breathe.
“Too bad I’m not gonna show you. Yet”, he says and lowers your wrists. He still keeps a hold on them, using his grip to tug you with him.
“Wow, I see what you did there”, you grumble, making him giggle and skip along the way.
You follow happily, walking a little wobbly because he just completely ruined you with his show of strength. It’s what you get when you tease him and he pins you against a wall. It’s so hot when he does that.
“I just had to”, he says and opens Taehyung’s room, “in here. Now”, he growls the last word playfully, snickering instantly as he slaps your butt.
Jungkook is a very giggly drunk. Which is the most endearing thing ever because he is so cute when he giggles and snickers his way through life.
You enter the room happily. Jungkook closes the door and locks it. He flips the lights on, looking at you instantly.
Taehyung’s bedroom is reached by three steps and separated into two spacious areas. A living area closer to the door and the sleeping area down the stairs. You are below the steps, Jungkook is still on top of them, looking down at you with starving eyes.
“Now we’re alone”, he says, lowering his eyes dangerously.
Holy fuck, you need him to act soon or else you will pass away.
“Don’t be scared, I’ll be gentle”, he rasps and follows it up with a giggle.
“Fucking hell you drive me insane. Come down here and let me kiss you”, you get out, reaching for him needily. You grab his waist and tug.
Jungkook stumbles down the two steps and falls into the kiss with a needy moan. He cradles your face and kisses you as if he had never kissed you before. Deeply. Passionately. For a long time. Wrongs become rights again, pains become comforts and time passes just a little slower. He is kissing you and it feels so good.
Like this, you pull him closer and closer to the bed until your knees hit the edge of it and you fall. Jungkook doesn’t let you fall harshly, cushioning your head with his hand.
“You’re okay?” he checks on you.
“I’m okay. You?”
“Okay.”
The kiss deepens. Your hands are on his waist again, feeling it up. You are obsessed with it. Actually obsessed. Jungkook is halfway on top your lap, sitting on one of your legs so his knee was right against your pussy.
This is your personal heaven. The pleasure is instant. You moan and grind on him within the first touch. It’s almost an instinct to use his muscular thigh to get off. You’ve done it a million times before and tonight you need it to survive. There is so much painful pressure between your legs, your clit might actually burst and your pussy feels so empty. You need to find relief. Please any kind of relief. You don’t even mind that the position is slightly uncomfortable, that you have to bend and stretch your back so you could reach him. All you take in is the instant relief his thigh gives you.
“What are you doing?” he breaks the kiss breathlessly.
“Kiss me, fucking kiss me”, you rasps and pull him back. You keep one hand on the nape of his neck while the other digs deep into his waist possessively.
“Oh my god”, he is mewling between kisses, “you…humping…my thigh. Oh my…god.”
He digs his fingers into the softness of your hip, pulling you against his hard thigh. He moves closer for it.
Your legs shake, you try to find your sanity but he is keeping your body pinned with just his addictive presence.
“Feels good? Baby…you…like?” he asks and grips the nape of your neck. His thumb still reaches your face, caressing your cheek most tenderly. It is a reminder how much he treasures you. That his heart beats only for you.
“Like it so much.”
He lifts his leg higher, keeping the intense pressure going. You are so needy that he might actually make you cum like this. In your panties, after mere seconds. The revelation makes you grind down even harder.
Jungkook was so occupied with mewling and being in disbelief about his luck that he didn’t even realise that the rough movements of his leg were too much for you until you suddenly moan his name and sink into yourself in the distinct way you always do when he is throwing you over the edge.
The kiss breaks because you need to fight for air as your body shakes.
“Holy fuck, are you having an orgasm right now?” he gasps, but you can only whimper and shake on his leg. It is very faint, but he can feel the orgasmic throbbing of your pussy against his thigh.
He grips your waist with both hands and growls.
“You are. Fuck, you are. Holy fuck, this is so hot. You’re actually cumming too soon. Holy fuck”, he babbles and helps you ride it out until you begin writhing in overstimulation.
Clarity comes back to you. The jeans against your pussy hurts. The pressure is uncomfortable. You just lost control. He manhandled you so good that he made you cum.
The realisation sends burning heat to your cheeks, you try to writhe away instantly.
“Hurts, ahm, please.”
“Holy fuck, I’m actually gonna fucking ruin you. You actually came too soon. Oh my fucking god, that only happens to me normally”, he is still babbling, now pushing you further onto bed until you can’t help but shimmy to where he wants you. Nestled into Taehyung’s pillows.
He is on top of you instantly, caging you in between the thing which seconds ago made you lose control. His thighs. He takes your wrists and pins them above your head. His tangling chains swing with each movement.
“How does it feel, mhm? How does it feel knowing that I’ve got so much power over you that I can make you cum too soon, mhm?” he taunts, breathing heavily. You didn’t think that this would affect him as much as it does, but you aren’t complaining. His competitiveness is so adorable.
“I could still make you cum faster.”
“No, you couldn’t. That was barely even a minute”, he is squeaking and giggling.
“Liar. Unless we’re talking about you, then it’s correct.”
“Shut up, oh my god”, he whines, “you’re so fucking mean. It’s not my fault, okay? I spoke to the doctor and he said I have sensitive peepee syndrome okay?”
He makes you belt a laugh.
“Fucking hell, you’re so stupid. What the fuck, just kiss me again, you idiot.”
Jungkook goes into the kiss, smiling and grinning, moaning needily as you run your hands over his body. His heart might jump out of his chest if this keeps going. He feels so alive. So goddamn alive.
You feel the same. Including such burning need for him that it gets difficult to function. It isn’t long that you break the kiss again
“Koo take it off”, you writhe, “take it off please, hurts. It hurts.”
“Yeah that’s awful isn’t it? Cumming in your panties. I bet your clit’s so fucking big and swollen right now. Just begging to be sucked and licked.”
Your clit throbs. Your panties feel even tighter.
“You’re awful”, you croak, “how do you go from being an idiot who says shit like sensitive peepee syndrome to someone who says the hottest stuff?”
“Why? Does it make you needy?” he coos and pecks your lips.
“Please, you proved your point. I’m sorry I teased you.”
He smirks, “yeah, you shouldn’t have”, he purrs and takes your face between two of his fingers, “say it again.”
“What?”
“Sorry. Say it.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“Teasing you so much.”
“Mhm”, he hums, letting go of your face and swiping his thumb over your lips, “I shouldn’t be so obsessed with hearing you say sorry, but I am.”
“I need to have you, please Koo be inside me.”
“I will. I fucking will, just let me get out of this.” He climbs off bed to step out of his pants and briefs. No shoes because Taeseok have a no shoes policy at their place.
He takes off his crop top, finally exposing what he hid beneath. The oil makes his tattoos stick out so well. He also exchanged his barbell nipple piercings for silver nipple shields in heart shapes. White gemstones are glued on the hearts.
His cock is already hard, which means that he is really horny right now. Normally, he takes a little longer to get there when he is drunk, but tonight he seems ready to burst.
He is so sexy.
“You literally drive me insane”, you say and sit up, “come closer.”
He obeys, moaning and giggling as you hold his waist to pull him in for kisses on his tummy.
“Tickles”, he sighs and rolls his head back, “ah, sensitive…”
You purr and wrap your lips around the tip of his dick.
Jungkook’s knees buckle, he grips the back of your head and moans. His pretty cock throbs on your tongue, giving you a taste of his excitement. It’s a little bitter tonight because of the alcohol. You don’t really mind because he is so yummy to you.
You give his cock a very harsh suck then slip off to kiss path back to his tummy. You get on your knees on bed, kissing every inch of his torso until you reach his nipples. You have your hand around his cock, jerking it sensually.
“Absolutely insane what you are doing to me”, you lull and suck his pierced nipples one by one.
Jungkook mewls, arching his back. His cock throbs in your hand.
“I feel dizzy”, he confesses, “please can I lie down?”
“Sorry, I’m already done.” You straighten up, holding his waist as you stare deep unto his foggy eyes.
He pouts, cheeks flushed, “why’d you touch me like this?”
“Because I can.”
“Oh god, you’re so mean”, he whines.
You chuckle, “mhm maybe. Keep the chains on, I beg.”
“Okay, yes.”
“Good boy. Now, my turn.”
You get off bed, taking off your dress and underwear. You keep the jewellery on.
“Oh my god, you are beautiful”, he gasps.
So here you and he are. Bared, naked and vulnerable in the bedroom of another. It was kind of useless to get completely naked, you could have done what needed to be done with your panties pushed aside, but you are too drunk on tonight to think rationally. It’s just you and him. And you and he want to connect how nature intended it. How your souls feel when you are together. Naked, raw and fucking exposed.
“Koo.”
He answers you with your nickname and closes the distance. Your naked bodies connect, seconds later you are back on bed and he is on top of you.
The kissing continues, more intense than it was all night. Because you and he are finally naked, skin against skin. Each touch feels a million times more intense. Each inch feels so much more interesting to explore. You and he can’t stop touching each other, grinding on the other as if it was your destiny.
He is also a giggly drunk, however, meaning that he breaks the kiss way too soon for your taste. He grins at you.
“Now I finally got my kiss.”
“Wow, okay.”
“Yeah”, his smile grows into blinding magnitude, “didn’t even realise that this was my goal all along, did you?”
“No”, you play along and roll your eyes fondly. You love his antics.
“It was”, he giggles and smiles, kissing you as he does, “I told you that I’ll show you what it gets you when you tease me.”
“God Koo”, you let out and reach for him, “god.”
“I’m not done with you though. Hear me? We’re not done yet”, he purrs and adds in a sweet voice, “okay?”
“Yeah please”, you beg, dragging him back into a sloppy kiss.
Jungkook purrs, melting closer. He can’t escape it anymore. This magnetic pull between you and him. He needs to chase it or he will go insane.
“I love this. Oh god, yes”, he babbles, kissing a path to your neck and further down to your breasts. He is so noisy, licking and sucking your chest hungrily. Jungkook mewls as he kisses down your tummy, drooling in anticipation of your pussy. You know exactly what the end goal of this journey will be and it would be fucking amazing to have him eat you out. It really would be. But you are impatient and need his cock inside.
“Koo wait”, you stop him with a gentle tug on his hair.
“What’s wrong?”
“I know you wanna be a good boy and make me wet, but I’m already dripping. Just get up here and be inside me.”
“Really?”
“Yes, fucking hell, really.”
“Oh god, I can’t wait. I want you so bad.”
He climbs between your legs, resting on his elbows and falling into a messy kiss. He smoothes over the top of your head as his tongue dances with yours.
Your legs wrap around his waist, your hips lift in search for him. You can’t be without him any longer, aching.
Jungkook seems to feel the same, feeding you his needy moan just as he sinks his aching cock into you.
You and he shudder, sobbing drunkenly as you hug and grip the other. Reconnecting is everything which matters. This is it. The moment tonight was for.
“I’m all in”, Jungkook is panting his words, voice shaky in both emotion and pleasure, “tell me what you like. Talk me through it.”
“Deep and rough, please Koo.”
“Like this?” he starts off gentle, gazing at your face drunkenly. He pets your head, wanting to soothe you.
“Harder.”
“Like this?”
He is still so gentle with you. Which is cute and it’s so sweet that he tries to be careful, but you can’t do careful tonight. Not when you literally need him to live inside your veins from now on.
You cradle his cheeks, squishing them together until his lips stick out in a pout.
“Listen, pookie. I need you to fuck me like you hate me.”
“But I don’t hate you, I love you.”
“Then fuck me like you love me and want me screaming your name.”
“Okay”, he whimpers.
“Good. Do it.”
He straightens up and lifts your legs to put them against his arms. He folds you in half, with your knees sitting against his arms and your legs in the air. Like this, you are completely exposed to him, able to take his perfect cock.
He picks up a sloppy rhythm, moaning loudly when this makes you yelp up on pleasure.
“Is this it? Do I fuck you how you need it?”
“You’re so good. Ah! Koo! Kookoo aha!”
“I feel fucking alive. Holy shit, just wanna fuck you right all day all week. Shit, I’m going insane.”
Another reason why Jungkook is the one for you and why you think that matching each other’s freak is an actual thing, is how vocal he gets during sex. So much of the pleasure he gives you is from the way he just constantly talks to you. He can be so filthy, so dirty and yet he can also be so loving and gentle. The underlying message however is always how he is devoted to you with his entire being.
“Feels…so….good”, you moan, legs twitching and shaking on his arms. Nothing beats the feeling of him. Especially when he finally shows you what those hips can do. He is honestly so good in using them.
“Yeah, so good. You make me feel invincible, holy fuck.”
He is strong in how he fucks into you, making each thrust count. Because they should. He gets to be with you each time he is inside, this should count something. This should create something wonderful. And in your case, it is pleasure so good nothing could ever recreate it.
“You, you just keep shaking like this. Your pussy’s heaven, baby. Can barely breathe. You get me so good, baby.”
“Closer please.”
He listens to your begs. His body chains, once tangling without a purpose, begin slapping against your clit.
“Jungkook”, you wail, arching your back.
“Too much?”
“No! Keep going please. Your chains! Ah!”
“My chains?” He looks down and moans, hips buckling. “No way, this is so sexy. Holy fuck, I can’t. Baby, ___ baby.”
His hips pick up speed, his drunk moans join yours. And if he isn’t moaning, he is talking. He is such a sexy drunk fuck. Maybe this is why you love getting shitfaced with him. Because you know how much of a yapper Jungkook becomes when he is drunk. And horny yapper Jungkook means you get his unfiltered thoughts constantly.
“Love fucking you so deep, babygirl.”
“Yeah, you’re moaning so sweet. Makes me fucking wild.”
“I’m made to fuck you, that’s what I was made for.”
“Can’t believe this is happening. I’m so lucky.”
“I’m yours, baby, I’m yours.”
It is constant and it is so honest. They’re your biggest turn on. Mixed with his cock loving your sensitive insides and his body chains slapping your clit and you are a goner.
“Koo, I’m cumming.”
“Don't hold back. cum for me, baby.” He encourages you and takes your clit between his fingers to rub her. His chains still slap against you, adding electric intensity to your high. “Does this help?”
You wail, clawing at the sheets and writhing helplessly. This is your answer. Or course it fucking helps.
“Yes babygirl, cum for me. Shit, my cock’s at home with you. That’s it, let me feel you lose it. Give me everything.”
“Please slow please we’re not at home.”
He knows what you are insinuating, pinching your clit because he is awful.
“Please Koo, I need to squirt. Don’t make me do this.”
“Just say the words and I’ll slow down.”
“Slow, please slow.”
“Good girl, using your words so well”, he praises and drops to his elbows. Your legs are around his thighs, shaking as he fucks into you messily. His body chains tickle your chest like this.
He shudders, eyes clouding over in ecstasy. It feels so good the way you grip him for support.
“Can you still go?” he asks.
“Yeah”, you mewl, fingers grasping the back of his body chains.
“I’m gonna cum like this. Can I cum inside?”
“Yes, please do. Koo oh god, Koo”, you beg, twisting the chains for support.
“I love cumming inside”, he whimpers, kissing you seconds later. Quite frankly, he licks into your mouth more than he kisses you, giving you the squeakiest and neediest moans ever.
You bury your hand deep in his hair, clenching down on him to make it feel good for him.
“___”, Jungkook mewls.
“Is this good for you? Am I making it nice?”
“Nice, so nice. I really have to cum.”
“Then do it. Fill me, baby.”
“Play with my nipples, please.”
You fulfill his wish, instantly sending him to nirvana. He squeaks your name, trying to kiss you as his orgasm shakes his body. You kiss him back, trembling from getting all of him. This is everything.
“I love you”, he manages to get out because at the end of the day, this is what he does. He fucks you as hard as he does, gets naked with you, dresses up and goes out because he loves you.
“I love you too.”
“Oh god, it feels so good. You feel so good. I can’t stop cumming, oh god”, he sobs and shakes, holding you close for support. Your fingers on his nipples really ruin him.
“I’m here, baby. Just let it all out, I can take it.”
Jungkook mewls, giving you seven more sloppy thrusts before he finally drops. Just like he always does after a very intense high, he seeks your closeness. He whimpers and sobs quietly, trying to kiss your entire face at the same time. All while his cock throbs inside you slowly.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“I love you too. I love you too. I love you too”, you answer his emotional babbling each and every time, You just really love this man so very deeply.
Every side of him. The rough, dominant side when he is really horny. And the sappy, cuddly side when he comes down. You just love him so much.
“I can’t believe you just let me hit, I can’t believe it.”
You snicker, “why shouldn’t I let you hit, you stupid egg? You’re my hubby.”
“I just. I can’t believe it. I’m so lucky. And I fucking missed you so bad”, he gushes and kisses you.
Oh so deeply and with so much emotion. Jungkook breaks the kiss with a suck on your lower lip. He smiles at you, caressing your heated cheeks.
“This was amazing. I can’t believe it. I feel amazing and wow. Just wow”, he babbles, making you giggle because he is so cute.
“Yeah, right.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Good. Really fucking good.”
“Yeah right. Phew, this was amazing”, he says and guides his kisses to your jawline, “you were amazing. I’m so happy. I can’t stop giggling. Wow, I feel so good. I’ve seriously got the best wifey ever.”
He makes you melt. He knows exactly how to treat you after being so rough with you. His aftercare is the reason why you never feel disgusting or used even after the hardest of fucks. He fucks you that hard because he loves you. The reminder will always heal you.
“You’re so sweet.”
“Was it okay what I did?”
“It was more than okay. It was perfect. I loved every moment of it.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. You were amazing.”
“Oh god, I love you.
“I love you too, Koo.”
Your eyes meet. The weight of your situation finally sinks in as you and he lie here in silence, while downstairs the music is hammering against the ceiling.
“So uhm, how are we gonna bring the news to Tae that we fucked in his room?” you ask.
“Maybe we don’t have to. Maybe we can just clean up really well and then leave again without saying anything.”
“Yeah right, as if this will work.”
“We could just blame Yoongi and Jimin.”
You squint your eyes at him for a second. He wiggles his brows.
“No. No, do not tempt me with your evil ideas. We can’t betray them like this.”
“Ugh fine, I’ll tell him.”
Silence. You and he exchange another look, thinking the same thing.
↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader
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The dessert you've chosen to taste tonight must be the sweetest thing you've ever tasted. Your date tonight’s persuasion that it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted shouldn’t be listened to.
Despite the high amount of sugar the dessert you can't even pronounce right contains, the taste on your tongue remains bitter with each second. That’s still not the reason why your little spoon digs in it like it's not worth the price. In reality, it's probably not – perhaps only for the people who love sugar a little too much.
Just a few tables away, the couple remain in their seats with sweetest smiles that could compete with the food that's currently sitting on your plate. Your table is not quiet either.
Gabriel is a good company and he keeps the conversation alive. While he's finished with his dessert, only the empty plate is the only proof of it until the waiter takes it away, he lets you eat yours in peace as he tells you life stories. You're interested and equally joined in this conversation, regardless of your eyes drifting away every time Gabriel even slightly looks elsewhere.
Much to your luck, he does not mention his friend and so you bluntly ignore their presence. At first glance.
There's only so much you can do to try and ignore their known presence, until you hear Nara's laugh up to where you are. It's not the one that's annoying and makes head turns at the interruption. After all, you're outside and the sound of waves washes out most noise.
But not even nature can blur this one out, as Gabriel merrily chuckles when he recognizes her laugh but continues in his talk.
With no help, you naturally let your eyes wander toward their table. Jungkook's toothy grin makes you scrunch your nose at the fact he's actually having a good time. As if he could feel your eyes right away, he looks. Before you know it, his brows shoot up in a provocative manner as he takes a sip off his whiskey.
You roll your eyes, making sure he sees it before you straighten your back. Ready to pop your elbows on the table to rest your chin on top of your hands – and give Gabriel's back your full attention – you bump into the tall glass that is yours.
A sound of surprise makes it out of your mouth as you both grab the glass and prevent it from spilling onto the white table. Even the cloth on the table looks expensive.
“Shit–”
Gabriel laughs, covering your hands with his as you both hold the glass. Your cheeks heat up by the accident that almost happened.
“Stop, or I will think I make you nervous.” he jokes, causing you to shake your head with laughter.
“Men. You always think everything is about you.” you joke back.
He lets go of your hand, the warmth of it leaving yours as you put the glass in a safe distance. Briefly, your brows shoot up in a mocking manner right at the table with a perfect view of Jungkook. He catches it, mockingly rolling his eyes at you.
As much as his presence is distracting, you try your best at not giving him any of your attention. But it seems as if you're playing a tennis match and you keep bouncing the invisible ball between you two – your two dates tonight completely oblivious.
After a while, you excuse yourself to use the restroom – the amount of drinks you've had has caught up to you. You make sure you don't pass right by their table, making your presence known to clueless Nara.
Unsure whether she would speak up first after seeing you or not, you don't test it just in case.
You're not drunk, the drinks you've ordered aren't on the strong side. Also you've ordered a glass of water to make sure you're in a sober state. The slightest buzz caused by the alcohol is just a faint feeling and definitely not the cause of your heated cheeks.
As you come out of the toilet and spot your reflection in the spotless mirror, you ask yourself; Why?
Your blood boils and the pent up tension that seems to be between you two is taking a proper grip on you. Washing your hands with a nice scented soap, your mind goes back to the conversation you had back at the water park.
You're an idiot. You've understood that Jungkook just wants to make decisions on his own. They don't concern you. Until they do.
Both having your own reasons, you understand your own. This can't keep going on for any longer.
Jungkook sees it far more freely than you do. You're already playing with fire – you have been for a long time and it scares you of what it could lead to happen.
It's not even about Jungkook. It's about you. And about your weakness when it comes to him.
Drying your hands, you sigh and try to correct your faded out lipstick. Of course, you've forgotten to bring your purse with you.
With determination to get back and maybe pack it up here, you pull the door with force and make your way to the table, where Gabriel's waiting. Plan is to not look toward the certain table, not making known your obvious awareness of their presence. Checking on Gabriel, you almost stumble in your tracks as you stare at the couple standing by the table.
Your table.
You've got to be kidding me.
Nara's voice is more audible with each step you take, trying to appear unbothered by the fact they just had to butt in. Well, what can you do, right? It was most likely inevitable.
Her cheerful mood is a mocking difference to your gloomy one that suddenly appears by the realization she came to say hi. She's quick, cheeks swelled up in a huge smile and for a moment, you feel awful for not being able to replicate her happiness.
Behind her, Jungkook not so willingly stands there. His whole stance is not hiding that he would much rather take a different route than to your table. His face does not look amused while yours awakens.
“We noticed you before, we just didn't want to interrupt.” You hear Gabriel who smiles warmly.
“Are you enjoying your date?”
Your first natural reaction and response is to correct her, to deny that this is not a date. You're not sure what Gabriel told her, or his friends, but regardless of how romantic this set-up is – this is not exactly a date.
It's in a very much friendly atmosphere and you both gathered from all the talking, that relationship just doesn't work for any of you right now. Gabriel's initiative plan of a hook-up has been swept away under the rug by you.
Going back to your seat, you briefly look at Jungkook who just stares with a little bored glare.
Your so-called date tonight opens his mouth, about to correct her by himself so he keeps the things straight mainly for you, but before he can your smile widens.
“Great. Gabriel picked out the best place.” You compliment him, giving him a look of appreciation as he seems to be fond of it. His bright smile says it all.
“Him and Jungkook think alike then.” Nara compliments Jungkook, her brown eyes moving to him while there are stars dancing in them.
But he stares at you. It lasts a split second but then he gives her a faint smile and a mere nod.
“What are your plans after this?”
“We haven't talked about it that much. We were planning to go for a walk.” you respond, looking at Gabriel in question who nods to your statement.
“Well, I was about to take Jungkook to one of the clubs here. It's a different vibe.”
“Club? I don't know…” you mutter unsurely, not totally sold by her idea of how tonight should continue. But the truth is that spending it with them – out of all people – seems like a sabotage.
“You love clubs.” Jungkook speaks up, eyes daring you to say otherwise as your jaw clenches.
“I do?”
“Especially dancing on tables,” he adds.
Gabriel shows a sudden interest, a surprised but pleased sound coming out of his mouth as he questions you with a bright; “Really?”
“That's great! We should definitely end tonight on a double-date.”
You make a grimace, clearly not showing any interest in that but once you give Gabriel a look, he seems to be enthusiastic by the idea. You should've known he's too free spirited to pass this chance.
“Don't worry. If you end up dancing on a table, I will be there to hold you.” Gabriel tries to joke.
It's not even the fact he's joking on your account, it's what he says that causes you and Jungkook to stare at each other knowingly.
“Oh please,” you scoff, “Jungkook is bringing up something that happened once–”
And had so much more content to it of why you ended up drunk out of your ass.
“He's not one to brag when it comes to being wasted either.”
Jungkook scoffs at the audacity, a tongue poking his cheek as he prevents himself from adding up to the exchange of words you're having.
“The decision is up to you. But I've checked the weather app and it shows it's supposed to rain. Just wanted to inform you, so you don't end up soaked.” Gabriel says, ignoring your little banter which seems like old friends or siblings bantering.
If they notice the sour mood, they don't comment on it. At this point, you think they are just pretending they are not aware of it to make everyone more comfortable.
“I'm not afraid of little rain.”
Gabriel smirks, “Great. Neither am I.”
“Great! So you're joining us? Come on! When are we gonna see each other again?”
Hopefully never again.
“Fine.” you mutter.
“We'll wait outside.” Nara says, motioning for Jungkook to leave the two of you alone. Without looking your way, he turns around and follows her. You chuckle under your breath as Gabriel calls out for the waiter.
It's time to leave either way. After all, there are reservations for this place and you were ready to leave any minute. The waiter comes and before you open your purse, Gabriel quickly pays off the check, of course not agreeing with you splitting it.
“I could've paid the half.” you make sure to tell him as you both stand up, a little frown settled on both your face and lips.
Gabriel laughs, “You can buy me a drink at the club.”
Following him out of the restaurant, you bid goodbye to the staff before you make way outside. Seeing Nara and Jungkook waiting. He keeps his hands inside his pockets, sighing as he leans his back and stares at the dark sky above him.
He doesn't see it. But Nara keeps his eyes on him the entire time, the little stars of admiration seeps out all the way to here.
Once you join them, Gabriel offers to get a cab. You wait very shortly for it, enough for Gabriel and Nara gush about this restaurant while you remain silent. Jungkook joins their conversation, all of a sudden showing an interest which mentally causes you to scoff.
In the cab, you end up sandwiched between Jungkook and Gabriel, after Nara complains she doesn't feel well sitting in the backseat.
Your knee keeps touching Jungkook's, as much as you try to keep every part of your body from touching both of them. As the driver drives over countless bumps, their sides keep bumping into yours.
What a great ride.
Expectations are a part of our lives.
If you thought about a true Hawaiian party, you imagine drinking from a coconut shell – preferably outside on a beach. Once the cab stops and drops you in front of a square building, you realize tonight will be nothing like that.
Almost clawing out of the cab, you're glad to be met with less suffocating air that reeked between you in the backseat. You make the best of it and finally catch a breath, ignoring the way your lungs and heart pounds.
Feeling a hand on your back, you're met with Gabriel's excited gaze at the club's building. There's a big neon sized sign, making it seem as one of those you get to see in GTA games.
“This place is right outta GTA.”
Poking your cheek at Jungkook's comment full of amazement and excitement, you wonder if it was a good idea to agree to come with them. It wasn't. No matter how many times you convince yourself that you'll be having fun, he's just always here. He doesn't even have to do anything. It's his pure presence.
Your holiday is surely coming to an end, not having to spend your last days with Jungkook feels… wrong. All it takes for you to sit down and just have a proper conversation about it. But that hasn't seemed to help. Whenever you talk, it ends up in argument – both of you clearly have different views and even though there comes a certain understanding, it just gets twisted and then you're back to square one.
No progress, just this enormous tension, you happily let Gabriel to guide you inside. Jungkook and Nara stay behind, following you slowly as you find yourself in the middle of Gabriel's and Nara's conversation.
Once the bouncer lets you in, not even caring to check IDs, murmuring to all of you to have fun, you're surprised to be met with stairs that lead to the basement. Not only it seems dodgy as hell, you hesitate and for some stupid reason, you search for Jungkook.
He seems to catch your gaze, features softening as Nara excitedly walks down the stairs. The bass suddenly booms in the place, startling you as the crowd screams in enjoyment.
“Woah, seems very lively here.” Gabriel comments, following Nara without a question.
“You good?” Jungkook asks, taking a few steps down as he stops. A few steps below you, he looks up at you.
“Yeah,” you nod, watching him give you a brief nod before he follows the others. An odd feeling from what seems like a normal interaction melts in your chest, wondering if there's a chance that you two just get over this.
Everything got twisted, with your help of course and without any doubt, you're more than ready to admit it. Jungkook has taken it more to his heart than you would've ever guessed.
Your doubt about this place is slowly wiped off once you get inside, the club truly thriving at its best. The club is fully packed and you keep your eyes on Jungkook's back, not wanting to lose them. Luckily, they wait for you and the entire group to get together before you dive into the crowd to try and find a place to sit and have a drink.
A few moments later and a few people bumping into you, you're luckily able to find one table unoccupied. There are empty glasses left that are put to the edge of the table, hopefully soon taken away. The stench of hard liquor can be smelled around the entire booth.
“I'm gonna get us drinks. Jungkook, give me a hand?”
Jungkook keeps his features neutral, hardly giving any reaction after he's been addressed to. You know better though. By the way his eyes move up and down Gabriel's face, you can tell the underlying irritation of being even addressed by Gabriel.
Whatever his problem is, it's quite entertaining to watch. Especially when everyone's clueless.
“I would rather not leave the girls alone.”
Fuck. You hate your first hand reaction and by looking at Nara, who's swooning over him and already salivating at how that simple action and sentence screams attraction and good manners, you're far better at hiding it.
Nara can't keep her eyes off your friend, not giving a damn how obvious she is.
Gabriel seems slightly embarrassed that he hasn't thought about it, nodding.
“The bar is right there, you should be able to see us.” Nara butts in, clearly complimented by Jungkook's previous statement of not wanting to let you out of his sight.
Jungkook doesn't seem to be convinced. Before he can state otherwise to Nara's input, they convince him they'll be right back. As you watch Jungkook going to the bar, stopping there and looking your way right away to check, you and Nara are already watching him.
Looking away, you cross your legs before Nara sits down on the opposite side, facing the bar with her back. She turns to you with a bright smile.
“He's perfect.”
A little stunned by her words, you don't hide your expression as she giggles because of your reaction.
“I'm sorry for being so straight-forward. It's probably weird for you.”
You haven't had the chance to talk to her alone. All the times you actually spent in her presence, there were other people around – their friends included. It feels a little odd but you don't have to make it any more weird than it has to be.
Because in the end – it doesn't have to be, right?
This is what you wanted. There's a woman mesmerized by Jungkook, a possible someone in his life whether that includes just fun or something more. Knowing how the universe tends to give you a reality check and a whiplash, you quickly leave this thought alone.
“Why's that?” you question, seeming unbothered. Letting your shoulders to relax and convince yourself there's not a reason why you just have a specific stand toward her.
Girls should help each other, right?
Girls should stand with each other.
Where has your feminism gone?
“Well,” she giggles, “I mean he's your best friend, you probably don't wanna hear me gushing about him.”
You don't have to hear about it because she makes it pretty much obvious. Be nice!
Reminding yourself to behave, almost as if you could hear Jungkook somewhere in the back of your mind, you put up a tight smile. “It's fine.”
“You're probably used to it.”
She expects a response, your eyes traveling to left and right as you shrug. “I don't really care about it.”
Him attracting female's gazes just comes with him. It’s like cherries coming with a pit. They’re just like that.
Nara looks behind her, checking on the guys to see them still waiting as Jungkook briefly checks on you two once again. She smiles at him, causing him to wave at her as you fight off the natural response of rolling your eyes.
It’s clear she doesn’t want to rip her eyes off him, but she does in the end just to be back in the same position. Facing you with her full interest. Once she speaks, you understand why.
“Jungkook told me about the break-up he went through.”
You’re trying hard not to show your obvious shock. It has never occurred to you that he might've mentioned that part of his life to someone, who in the end is just a stranger. Or at least that’s what you’re trying to tell yourself but that’s besides the point now.
Learning now that he has spoken to her about it doesn’t really sit well with you. Not for any vile reasons, but it just leaves a weird feeling inside you. Jungkook has always been someone who can find friends easily, have almost any kind of conversation with the other person.
However, the break-up being this particular topic is not something you would’ve ever guessed. Perhaps, it’s not even about the topic itself but the fact that he has so easily closed off any parts of it. Regardless of him being able to talk almost about everything, the break-up was never one of them.
Even with you – you, Jimin and Taehyung – he seemed to put an end to it and not really talk about it, unless one of you started it. Politely as it can be, he would answer but not dwell on it for too long. He closed off that chapter.
“He did?” you breathe out, having a hard time to believe it.
It’s not like she’s lying. Obviously, she knows about it. To what extent, you’re not sure.
“Yeah, he mentioned it. Never got into really much detail, I totally respect that.”
Not really sure what to respond, you nod.
“Did he move on?”
Your eyes got bigger, surprised not only by her sudden question but more by her boldness. Her voice is soft, not coming out as the annoyingly nosy kind.
“Shouldn’t you be asking him that?”
No matter how harmless she sounds, Jungkook is still your best friend and you won’t be spilling his secrets or personal stuff. That’s not loyal nor nice.
“I did,” she says.
Oh.
“I just–maybe it’s silly but–I just wanted to hear your thoughts on it.”
You blink, a frown making its way on your lips. Her facial expression doesn’t drastically change, more of a confirmation crosses her features. It’s obvious you won’t say anything more than Jungkook has. More so, it’s a confirmation that you have his back no matter what.
Considering where your relationship is at now, it does make you sad. But like you said. No matter what – you both have each other's back. The thought of it not being like that freaking scares you.
“Like–do you think he has moved on?” she asks sheepishly, playing with her perfectly cut nails.
Noticing her slight discomfort caused by her own curiosity, you decide to end it.
“Yeah, I think he has.”
Her eyes don’t leave yours, she listens carefully and once she gets her response, she immediately sighs in relief. Understandably. Nobody wants a guy who hangs up on his ex. Before she can say anything else, something that clearly proves her relief, the guys come back. A drink is placed in front of you and you waste no time in drinking it.
“Are we gonna dance or what?” Gabriel asks, clearly in the mood to show his Italian roots.
Surprisingly, you’re the first one to place your palms against the table to brace yourself to stand up. “Let’s go!”
You came here to have fun. Gabriel seems to be pleased by your decision to join him right away. He quickly goes and throws a shot down his throat. Jungkook brushes past you to sit down, your jaw tensing at the close proximity.
Gabriel reaches his hand toward you, ready for you to take it. Jungkook sits down in the booth, arm resting against the frame as the other one reaches for his glass. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes not leaving yours.
Quickly accepting Gabriel’s hands, you let him take you to the dance floor and away from the intensive brown eyes.
Hoping Gabriel won’t take it as an opportunity to touch you more than necessary, you’re relieved he mostly keeps his hands to himself, even though his proximity is close. At least that allows you to relax a little bit. You’re not feeling yourself as much as you would if you would’ve drank more. Damn it.
Jungkook was right. You lose yourself a lot more when you drink. Which is not necessarily always positive, but it does allow you to relax and don’t care about your dance moves. Luckily, Gabriel is a great dancer and twirls you cutely to some kind of Hawaiian remix that genuinely makes you giggle through it all.
Once you come back to the table to drink more, a glass of water already awaits you. Knowing well damn who has put it there, you avoid the same brown eyes that are no longer aimed at you. Screw him for being still so attentive.
Him and Nara seem to be in a conversation which you slightly interrupt. She seems a bit disappointed that her alone time with Jungkook has come to a pause.
“You up for a dance?”
Well, she surely wastes no time.
Jungkook seems to be enjoying the same drink he had when you went dancing. Judging by the neutral expression he’s sporting, you see he’s not really in the mood to dance. There’s just something sour about him being so… bland.
Not waiting for his answer that is clearly not meant for you anyway, you don’t bother brushing past him while he’s still sitting. Your butt almost in his face, an apology is sitting on the tip of your tongue but you decide to not be the first one to speak up.
Jungkook doesn’t seem to be wasting his time either. “Yeah.” he says, standing up before you can plop onto the seat next to him.
Trying not to take it personally, it surely does look like you can’t be in each other's presence. The absurdity of the events is comical. First Gabriel takes you away, now Nara does the same to Jungkook.
Once Gabriel sits down and catches one of the waitresses to order drinks for you, he’s talking to you through the loud music. He chose to order the drinks, knowing it might take longer than going straight to the bar. He wants to talk and doesn’t want to leave you alone.
It should be flattering and it is, yet you don’t hold that thought for too long.
Since Gabriel’s voice is not audible enough to hear him properly – and his vocal chords most likely about to suffer – he decides to slide closer to you. He occupies the seat next to you and even jokes it’s better this way, which is understandable. Yet the look he’s got in his eyes tells you he talks more about your proximity than the obvious practicality of your conversation.
You can smell a faint pinch of alcohol on his breath, his demeanor starting to loosen up even more. All of a sudden, your eyes dance across the dance floor to find only one person. It takes a while and a few oblivious glances toward the crowd until you spot him.
Seeing them two from the distance, you bite the inside of your cheek at how good they look together. Two good looking people are dancing, their moves smooth and if you didn’t know better, you would assume there’s something going on between them. Perhaps there is.
For one ridiculous second, you imagine yourself in Nara’s place. You catch yourself wishing that it would be you and Jungkook dancing together.
For fuck sake!
You fight the urge to rip out your hair, simply because your mouth says something and your mind goes completely against it. None of this is normal. Normal is Jungkook hanging out with a woman, while you’re being a good friend and should be completely supportive. After all, it was your idea and push that originally pushed him to enjoy his time with someone else.
You’ve voiced it out differently than it came out which only brings you back to your never-ending thoughts. Jungkook was right. It’s not your decision to make. And it’s clear if he wanted to be with someone else, whether it’s a relationship or a hook-up, he could easily do so. You never doubt it.
Selfishly, you made that decision based on your fears and the odd feelings.
To think you should’ve had the time of your lives, you’re bummed to declare that this vacation is the worst vacation you’ve taken. Not only have you managed to get into a fight with Jungkook, every second here feels like a punishment as well.
You’re here with Gabriel, who wants to have everything you allow him to have. He’s respectful, has been a good friend and never crossed a line, even though he made his original intentions known. Yet, he’s not someone you would hook-up.
Why? You ask yourself.
He’s a good looking guy. A few women here stare at him, probably wondering why he’s in your presence when there’s not even an ounce of something happening between you. He’s talked so much about his life and himself, that you feel as if you’ve known him for months. Stranger, yet he’s someone you know a lot about.
He’s easy-going, friendly and polite. Among everything that has to do with his tan and dark hair.
And here you are. Staring at your best friend instead, going at it with some woman you randomly met, wishing it was just you and him.
Nara suddenly turns around and shamelessly puts her arms around Jungkook’s neck. He seems surprised, you notice it simply by the way he freezes for a moment, his arms not moving but still resting on her hips. That’s when you decide to swallow and quickly turn around.
You screwed up.
“Why?”
“What,” you almost shriek, staring at Gabriel who mimics a confusion.
“You just said fuck.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. Just now.”
Your cheeks start to feel hot and you fight the urge to fan your face. It’s really getting hot here. Chuckling nervously, you swim in your own embarrassment wondering if you really said something out loud. You haven’t noticed! That has never happened to you!
There’s not a hint of joking or amusement on Gabriel’s face and he looks rather… worried.
“Listen,” he says, still loud enough for you to hear. “Is something wrong?”
“Why?”
“I mean like–have I crossed a line or something?”
“No, why? Why would you ask that?” Suddenly, a guilt starts building up and you almost panic you’ve managed to fuck up another thing.
“You seem off ever since we came back from the dancing. Even before that, actually.”
You try to deny, but the way he raises his brow at you tells you to think about it twice.
“Hey,” he says softly, searching your face and forcing your eyes to look at his. “I’m not trying to come out as pushy. I’m perfectly fine just hanging out, it’s almost time for us to say goodbye. I’m fine with whatever you give me. But if you don’t wanna be around me–just say so.”
“Gabriel,” you breathe out, shaking your head. “That’s not–I don’t mind you being around me.”
“What’s wrong then?” he asks.
You lean forward, elbows on the table as you cover your face for a moment. Taking a deep breath, you embrace yourself to face him again. “I’m sorry.”
“For what though?”
“For not being… present? I haven’t been in a mood.”
“But you were perfectly fine before.”
That’s what I made you think.
One advantage of him not knowing you well.
“I screwed up.”
“You haven’t.”
“Yes, I have.” you argue, almost whining.
“How?”
“I–we had a fight with Jungkook.”
“Okay?” he asks, surprised yet keeps his cool. “Friends fight, right?”
“They do–I just kinda pushed him to hang out with other people.”
“And how is that bad?”
“You don’t understand.” you shake your head.
He leans forward, “Then make me understand.”
Sighing, you lean back against your seat. There’s no way you’re about to spill everything to him. It wouldn’t help. What you can give him though, it’s a partial truth.
“I pushed him away, so he could… meet someone new.” you admit embarrassingly.
“And that’s not what he wanted?”
You nod. “I thought I was doing the right thing. He went through something and I just thought–I was being selfish.”
“Y/N,” Gabriel laughs softly, “Jungkook is an adult. I’m sure he can take care of himself.”
“No, I know.”
“And if he didn’t want to hang out with Nara, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t. He’s not doing it just because you told him to, right?”
Well, you never technically told him to hang out with her specifically. It was meant in general which doesn’t really matter now.
“God, I hope so.”
“Trust me, he isn’t.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“What kind of person would he be? I might not know him that well like you, but let me tell you something… he definitely doesn’t seem like the type who’s doing everything someone tells him. Look at him–”
You would rather not.
And you don’t.
Gabriel shows somewhere in the crowd and you’re actually not interested to look. Not anymore.
“He is having fun.”
That leaves a sour expression on your face that you’re trying hard to control.
“And it’s time for you to have fun as well. I’m sure you can talk about it later.”
You’re unsure. But once Gabriel asks if you want more drinks, you don’t hesitate to agree. A few minutes later and your drinks are sitting in front of you. Luckily, the topic changes naturally and none of you dwell on whatever has been said.
The familiar tingle in your muscles that causes you to relax is awakened. Gabriel orders you a glass of water too, which causes you to smile.
“You’re such a gentleman.”
“Are you drunk already?” he laughs which causes you to nudge him.
“I’m trying to be nice, so take the compliment.”
“I will gladly take this one.” he hums, not tearing his eyes off you.
They’re really brown. You’re not sure if you ever noticed it that much. Maybe it’s the lights, or the lack of, but they seem to shine. He looks… happy.
“I will be very bummed to say goodbye.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” you laugh.
“I’m not,” he shakes his head with a smile. “I probably won’t see you again.”
“You will live.”
He laughs at that and how easy you shake off his dramatic words.
“Come on, let’s dance.”
“Is this the time you take it on the table?”
You give him a look, “No. That happened once and I had a great reason for it.”
“I’m curious now.”
“Maybe you will learn about it. Let’s dance now.”
You stand up, outstretching your hand toward him. He looks surprised by the initiated contact but happily takes it. You lead him toward the dance floor, no longer caring about anyone’s drinks. You’ve been sitting there for a while and Jungkook hasn’t returned with Nara.
Grasping Gabriel’s hand and intertwining his hands with yours, you start dancing to an unknown song that just makes you want to move to its contagious melody. Gabriel naturally turns you around, hovering his arm over your figure so you can twirl beneath it.
With a wide smile, you start to laugh when Gabriel picks up the pace of his dance moves, twirling you around like a doll. “Gabriel!”
You hear him laughing behind you, slightly pressing his chest against your back. He still keeps it respectful and he’s not fully pressed against you. As your eyes move elsewhere, the smile suddenly freezes and slowly drops.
Jungkook starts right back at you.
Just a few feet away, there he is. Standing beneath the colorful changing lights with a stoic look. Seconds later, you’re reminded of his company as the long fingers brush against his chest, coming from behind him smoothly like a snake, wrapping around its prey.
Okay, that’s kind of dramatic and harsh. Minus you comparing her to a snake, you applaud yourself for the poetic words.
She can’t keep her hands to herself, completely oblivious that Jungkook has stopped moving and she’s the one brushing against him – too close to be described as something sexual. And then you notice it.
This is what you wanted, right?
It’s written all over his face. Taking it as a provocation, you make sure he sees the glare you give him before you turn around and wrap your arms around Gabriel’s neck. He seems a little surprised by your sudden interest, but happily enjoys the close proximity. Unfortunately for you, he sways your bodies and makes you face the pair again.
Nobody forces you to look there. The curiosity and the fire burning inside you do. And you curse yourself for it.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Whatever this is, it’s absolutely dumb.
Wishing you never look, you’re not forced to stare at Jungkook’s hands all over Nara’s body and you swear, you feel sick to your stomach.
Stopping your movements, Gabriel notices right away and you quickly wipe the sudden concern mixed with curiosity off his face.
“I’m thirsty. My legs are killing me.”
Gabriel laughs, “Already? Where is the girl that danced on the table?”
“She’s in there somewhere, trust me.” you comment through your teeth.
He laughs again, “Okay. Let me get you a glass of water.”
“Okay. I’m gonna use the restroom and fix my make-up.”
“Nothing to fix. You’re beautiful.”
The smug look makes you roll your eyes playfully. “Keep trying, bud.”
He laughs, shaking his head at you as he salutes you. You part your ways, your legs ushering you to the restroom.
There’s a girl leaving the stall to wash her hands. You share a smile before you hide your flushed face in one of the stalls. As you finish your business, you flash the toilet and make your way toward the set of sinks. Met with an empty bathroom, you wash your hands as you catch a glimpse of your reflection.
Your lipstick is slightly smudged, must have happened from the few drinks and you licking your lips. The one you’ve chosen to wear tonight is unfortunately not waterproof, so it was bound to happen. Trying to fix the corners of your lips, you wonder if you should just call it a night.
You don’t get a good feeling from this. You’ve danced, drank and that’s about it. It’s better to leave before any of you drink some more. You’ve learned your lesson and you’re not about to spend tonight wasted, probably regretting things that haven’t happened yet tomorrow.
With determination to get back and maybe pack it up here, you pull the door with force but you stop in your tracks, almost bumping to no one else than Jungkook himself. Gasping in shock while he remains unfazed, your shock is soon replaced by annoyance.
He's leaning against the door with his arm, hovering over you.
“Are you having fun?”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you cock your brow at him.
“I do,” you respond, “Which can't be said about you when you've stalked me to the restroom. Which I may add, this is a ladies' restroom.”
“Oh, I am having fun.” he clarifies, “Especially seeing you bored out of your mind by your date tonight.”
You scoff but he tries to look thoughtfully.
“It's entertaining.”
“Your date must be boring as well when you have the time to watch us. Not to mention you have to be entertained by us. You're welcome for making your date better.”
Now he's the one who scoffs. “Please, his desperation reeks through this place. It's hard not to watch.”
“What desperation.”
“Nara told me about him. He's not the relationship kind of guy, not that I haven't noticed but she confirmed it on her own.”
“Nice, you even talk about us. How sweet!”
Jungkook's eyes narrow, “Trust me. Talking about any of you is the furthest of my wishes.”
“Nice to know. Now move.”
Ready to walk past him, he blocks your path and decides to stay right in the door frame.
“Seriously?”
“Have you kissed him?”
You scoff out loud, turning to walk inside the restroom and surprisingly, Jungkook joins you.
“This is lad–”
“I don't care. Just answer.”
“Why does it matter?”
He furrows his brows, “Just wanna know.”
“Have you kissed Nara?”
It's like he expects this question, however has zero reaction to it as he bluntly says; “No.”
“Why?”
“Because I don't want to.”
You hate how happy that makes you inside. And this is what your problem is. No matter what – you see and feel Jungkook.
“Have you?” He pushes again without saying the rest of the question. He doesn't have to.
Clenching your jaw, you don't want him to give him any satisfaction of knowing the truth. Jungkook knows you're honest and that you wouldn't lie about stuff like this.
Huffing out, you mutter annoyed; “No.”
“Why?”
“There was no time to.” you snap, trying to walk past him again but he stops you without touching you. He stands in your way again as if he could see right through your bullshit.
You're sure that if you gave Gabriel a hint, he would definitely take you up on that kiss. Probably a lot more than that.
“Stop lying.”
“I am not. People usually kiss after a date.”
“Stop lying.”
Fucking hell.
“What are we playing at?” he asks out of a sudden, making you look away.
“Meeting new people.” you reply.
“I don't believe you.”
You stare. Those dark big eyes stare at you and you're reminded how many times you've seen them in a million different ways. He's familiar. He's Jungkook. Your Jungkook.
He doesn't feel like a stranger. He's home. But there's still a faint feeling of distance you have between each other and that's the exact opposite you've wanted. You've caused this. But all you've wanted is to get back to the friendship you've had.
“Why haven't you kissed him yet? And be honest to yourself, not just to me.”
“Because I don't want to. Not yet.”
“If he's gonna push himself on you, I'm breaking his neck.”
“Jungkook!”
“I don't care what's going on between us, Y/N. But I'm not gonna allow some stranger to just play you for a good fuck. You don't know this man.”
“Where is this coming from?”
“I care about you. I don't care if we're fighting like a bunch of kids. But if something happens to you–”
“I am getting to know him. I'm safe.”
He stares with those deadly serious eyes, he looks angry. Not at you, in general.
“Did Nara something tell you?”
He stays silent.
“About Gabriel?”
You know Jungkook. He wouldn't flip out just like that. So it does make you question if there's any possibility of Gabriel having a side you don't know yet. Not the one you want to get to know anyway.
“Nothing you already don't know, I'm guessing.”
“He's been honest with me, I'm aware he's not looking for a relationship. We're just having–fun.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” he exclaims.
“You sound like a jealous boyfriend. Get a grip.”
“Makes two of us.”
“Excuse me?”
“You can hide it all you want but Nara's presence bothers you.”
“No, it does not. You're the one who doesn't want to kiss her. Why are you wasting her time?”
“Spending an enjoyable time with someone doesn't have to revolve around kissing and having sex. Not as much as you've tried to push it up on me.”
“I made a mistake. I thought I was doing something beneficial.” you clarify.
“Beneficial for who?” Is all he says before he walks away with no bother in the world.
Somehow, you can't seem to talk without getting into an argument. That realization should make you cry. It doesn't. But maybe it will until all the frustration and madness fade away.
Coming back to where the party is pretty much alive, you’re pulled onto the dance floor by Gabriel. His movements smoother, caused by the alcohol consumed. Letting go of that conversation that happened in the restroom, you get consumed by his dance moves. Doing everything to enjoy your time here rather than going back to the only man who seems to be clouding your mind.
Turned with your back, almost pressed against Gabriel’s chest, his hands seem to be more courageous and exploring your hips, close touching your ass.
Blinding red lights cross over your features, drowning every corner and face in them. And you’re too in your head, going back to him despite being in the company of someone completely else. So in your thoughts that you barely notice Gabriel’s hand brushing against your ass, testing the waters as one would say.
Waking out of your unwanted daze, you turn around and give Gabriel a nervous chuckle, not really sure if you’re dancing for this. He gives you a half-drunken smile, pulling you closer smoothly, yet your breath is knocked out of you from the sudden shock.
“Uhh–”
You’re not sure if he hears you, too immersed in whatever’s going in his head but you see the flicker of his eyes toward your lips. Freezing, knowing what’s coming but you’re stuck in your place.
“Gab–”
He makes a sound of acknowledgement, but he doesn’t seem to be paying too much attention to anything other than the one feature his eyes seem to be glued onto. One hand holds the back of your neck, tilting your head ever so slightly causing your eyes to almost bulge out of their sockets.
Is this what you want?
It’s not those hands you’re used to. And that’s what scares you. You’re already comparing in your head and you wonder if you just let him do this. To experience something–no, someone different. This is your chance.
Head saying something, but your body doesn’t listen and for some reason, your hand finds his stomach and you slightly push. He doesn’t seem to get the clue and his head moves closer. Before you can process what’s happening, Gabriel’s warmth and proximity leaves and a cold air hits your face for a moment.
“What the hell, man?” Gabriel seems to shake himself out of his daze.
Jungkook’s back is facing you, broad shoulders and muscles flexing. Without seeing his face, you know that scold is decorating his usually soft features.
“No. What the fuck.” Jungkook says in his face, surprisingly not dripping with venom in his voice as you would expect him to.
“We were dancing.”
You shake yourself out of the daze, coming in between them and without realizing touching and squeezing Jungkook’s forearm.
“She clearly pushed you away.”
“You guys–”
“What–you didn’t.” Gabriel protests, suddenly growing embarrassed.
“He was about to kiss you.”
He stares at you, not moving an inch as your gaze falls down in slight embarrassment.
Something crosses his face and he nods, chuckling to himself. “Right.”
“Then I will leave you up to it.”
And he leaves, brushing through the crowd effortlessly as you watch in desperation.
“Is it true?” Gabriel asks, stepping closer. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. I–” he shakes his head, “I drank too much.”
No. He’s not wasted. You can tell he’s had a few drinks, but it’s nothing too bad.
“No, it’s um–I’m just not feeling it tonight.”
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Mix of confusion and embarrassment is seen on his face but you excuse yourself and go on a hunt to find Jungkook.
Going in the same direction he went, your eyes search everywhere for him. Not being able to find him anywhere, you wonder if he just left. A part of you argues with you, he wouldn’t leave you here. But not being able to find him anywhere wonders if…
Shaking your head, you’re about to try and go outside, thinking he just went to get some fresh air. As you check one last time, it happens to be the it and from the corner of your eyes, it’s just a few seconds but you recognize him immediately. The choice of his clothing, the way he holds himself. Even the way his body moves.
And the woman in front of him, copying his dance moves. Anger bubbles inside you and for a moment, you wonder if you should do the same to him. He’s unbelievable.
You cannot believe him.
You left Gabriel in the middle of the dance floor just to find Jungkook in the very same position, not giving a damn he nearly caused a scene. Complementing to go there and give him a piece of your mind, he gives Nara a twirl and something urges him to look in your direction, spotting you there.
You huff, shaking your head in disbelief as you make your way out of there. You’re not rushing out of there, growing tired of whatever this game is or absurd situation. Tonight should just end already.
Getting outside feels like a sudden relief, soon to be replaced by shock as rain pours down, drenching you immediately. Yet, there’s something calming about the crazy change of weather. It’s easier to breathe, freshness enters your airways.
Someone opens the door and you feel the presence without having a look. His presence.
“You’ll get drenched.”
Informative and almost expressionless, you chuckle under your breath.
“Already am.”
“You don’t have to stand there though.”
You turn around, glaring at him. “Why do you care?”
“Is that even a question?”
Pulling lips into a thin line, you scoff. “You’re selfish, you know that?”
His brows shoot up for a moment. “Tell me more.”
“Are you serious?”
He shrugs, “Do tell.”
“You’re a dick.”
“Okay.”
You come closer, having an urge to punch him across the face but you stop yourself, hands in fists.
“You come, push Gabriel away for dancing with me and then you do the same with Nara. How does that make sense?” You almost exclaim in total despair.
“No, I pushed him because he went for a kiss and you clearly pushed him.”
“Oh, it was a mere touch.”
He scoffs loudly, hands covering his mouth as he nods with jaw clenched, brushing his fingers across his lips to stop himself from saying something.
“If a woman puts her hands on me and puts a pressure to pull me away, that’s where I draw the line. But then again, I would never kiss someone who clearly doesn’t want it. I would make sure she wants it.”
“Don’t you know it all.”
“Respect toward women? I think I do. It’s a bare minimum.”
God, he’s insufferable! Insatiable, idiotic and yet – absolutely right. But you’re mad at him. Too mad to tell him he’s right. Only because he’s clearly angry at Gabriel. Slightly dramatic too. You would handle it. You didn’t need him to come there and rescue you from an innocent kiss. If it happened, you would communicate it with Gabriel if it didn’t feel right.
“You’re overreacting. You’re making it seem as if Gabriel pushed his tongue down my throat.”
“Lie to yourself all you want. But I know you. Inside and out.”
Rolling your eyes, you wave your hand. “Whatever.”
“No. No. It’s not whatever. It’s the truth. If you would’ve wanted it, I know what that looks like and let me tell you–” He points the finger toward the club. “That was not it.”
“Well, thanks for the rescue then. You can go back.”
He stares, not moving an inch. He gently moves his hand toward your face, tugging a piece of strand hair that’s stuck to the side of your cheek due to rain. You don’t move, in fact, your breath is caught in your throat as your heart erupts in your chest. A rush of adrenaline circulating in your system.
Eyes dropping down to your lips, his thumb brushing against them, wiping some of your surely smudged lipstick in its corner. The other hand goes to the back of your neck, squeezing you there. Head dropping down, he’s not touching you with none of his features – nose and lips close to bumping and you catch yourself slightly pulling toward him. He’s like a magnet.
And then he pulls you away.
“This is what it would’ve looked like if you wanted it.”
Waking up from under the spell he so effortlessly made on you, your features twist into an annoyance and anger. He doesn’t look smug about it. He just accepts the truth, pointing you exactly that. It annoys you to the core and you scoff.
“That’s because I’m only used to it.”
He grins, nothing cheerful about it. It’s sassy and calling you on your bullshit.
“You’re not giving me any space to experience something else.”
His brows raise, smugness coming to life as he bites his lips, nodding. It pisses you off so much, but all you can do is to stare at his own drenched form as his dark hair gets even darker under the moonlight and street lights.
“Tell yourself that all you want.”
A few beats of your heart, the time seems to stop for a moment until the door of the club opens and the two people that are easier to blame for everything, come to the scene.
“You guys where you went? Holy shit–It’s pouring!” Nara squeals, but giggles as the cold rain hits her glowing and spotless skin.
Despite everyone probably feeling the sudden shift of the events, none of them make it awkward or question it. They’re pretty much relaxed, even though Gabriel seems to be still embarrassed and quieter than usual.
“I think I’m calling it a night.”
“Oh, bummed about it but it looks like there’s gonna be a storm. So it’s best we get home.” Nara agrees, already pulling out her phone to call the cab.
Jungkook bluntly ignores Gabriel’s presence, not even turning around to acknowledge his presence as he comes closer to you.
“Sorry for… you know… pushing myself onto you. I–”
“No–” you shake your head. “It’s fine. No need to apologize.”
Giving Jungkook a side look, you see him rolling his eyes as you roll your own. Grabbing Gabriel by his wrist, you pull him aside out of Jungkook’s earshot.
“He’s protective over me. Don’t beat yourself over it.”
Gabriel briefly looks in Jungkook’s direction. “Kinda annoyed at him, but I wouldn’t wanna kiss someone that doesn’t want to kiss me. I got caught up in the moment, which does not excuse me at all–”
“Gabriel, it’s fine. It’s not–nothing happened.”
Apparently, Jungkook can be very protective. Even though, deep down you know you didn’t want the kiss and that’s why Jungkook stepped in. He knows you the best.
“Yeah.” He sounds disappointed and relieved at the same time, smiling at you.
“The cab’s here.” Nara informs.
You move without hesitance.
Once you enter the beach house, there’s a complete silence between you two – no difference after the last conversation you’ve had. If it wasn’t for the talking Nara and Gabriel did, there would be a dead silence on your way here.
The two of you were dropped off first and you bid goodbyes in case you never meet again. Their vacation is ending just as much as yours does. You don’t even have their numbers or social media. They’re just people you met on your stay here.
Who knows if Jungkook does. He seemed to be getting along with everyone.
Inconveniently, you both go to the kitchen and get yourselves a can of soda. You stay standing, leaning against the kitchen counter as you check the time. Jungkook does the same but sits down and drums his fingers against the marble island.
You put your phone on the table, taking a sip to avoid the crucial silence that waits to explode. Realizing the slight fear you so desperately want to avoid, you take a few unnecessary sips. It feels like no matter what any of you says, it will just cause a bigger storm that is outside.
In the distance you hear the sky rumbling. Great, it seems like there’s a storm coming.
Something vibrates on the marble surface. Your and Jungkook’s eyes follow the sound as you notice it’s Taehyung calling you. Clearing your throat, you set aside the can and turn off the vibration, while your phone stills flashes.
Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up, “You’re not getting that?”
“What do you want me to say to him? Tell him that this entire vacation has been awful?”
Jungkook’s brows frown and there’s a sadness crossing over his features over your blunt statement.
“Other than the two days we actually had fun, of course.”
“I didn’t start it though,” Jungkook says, “We had this conversation before and it didn’t really go well.”
“I made a mistake.”
“Thank you.” he almost exclaims, proving his point. “You should change your clothes.”
By the time you got inside the cab, the rain was merciless to you and your clothes got super wet. Jungkook’s on it worse. Since he let you get inside the vehicle first, he got drenched and that’s the reason why he shrugged off the button-up and currently sits shirtless.
You realize you just noticed.
It’s the first time you properly looked at him since you’ve arrived.
“So do you,” you point out, “Or are you planning those droplets to just dry off?”
There’s a hint of sarcasm aimed at the skin he’s currently showing. Of course, he doesn’t mind. He’s Jungkook. He could walk here totally nude and he would joke about it.
He smiles. He freaking smiles and you give him a good roll of your eyes in return.
“Isn’t it uncomfortable to sit down with a wet ass anyway?”
“Are you pushing me away again?”
“That’s not–”
You sigh.
“That’s not it.”
“Isn’t it though?” Jungkook pushes, “That’s what you’ve been doing. Not me, Y/N.”
“I apologized for that. It wasn’t my decision to make, you made that clear and I understand.”
“But then you do what? Glue yourself to a guy who mostly just wants sex from you to prove what?”
Your jaw is close to hitting the floor.
“Gabriel never hid his intentions. But you don’t know that of course, because you’re quick to judge him. Also, he has never really just wanted sex from me. He never pushed me to do anything and you made it sound as if that’s all I’m good for.”
“I would never even imply that because you know that’s not true! You’re more than that!”
“Then why are you even saying it?!” you exclaim, massaging your temples for a second.
“Fine, you wanted to have fun of your own. Doesn’t matter what your intentions were–”
“Suddenly we’re talking about my intentions?”
Jungkook takes a breath, “You’re not letting me talk.”
“I do! But you’re talking nonsense!”
“Nonsense?” Jungkook exclaims, standing up. “Or things you don’t want to hear?”
You stand, not moving an inch as you’re trying to process his words.
“You might think this is some ego stuff, but I can tell when you’re interested and when you’re not. Gabriel is just someone you’ve filled your free time with, to prove your own point.”
“Don’t you know it all?” you mock.
“I don’t, but I know you.”
“Oh, please–”
He chuckles, “Deny it all you want.”
“Gabriel is a nice guy, despite what you think. And you sound jealous.”
“I am.”
Everything stops for a moment.
“What?” you chuckle, a faint sign of nervosity.
“We should’ve had all that fun. Not you and him. Not me and Nara. This was never supposed to be about them.”
You bite your inner cheek, his words hitting you in every bit. He’s right.
“I thought it would be a great opportunity to meet someone. Us–that would just block you.”
“And if I wanted that, I would’ve said something. And if you never want to have sex with me and want all of this to stop, you should’ve said so.”
“I thought this break we have going on is a great way to experience something new.”
“Did you want to experience it?”
“Well–I thought more of you–”
“Exactly.”
Mouth in a thin line, you poke your inner cheek. “You did seem to hit it off with her.”
“You did seem to hit it off with him.”
“Well, he’s a nice guy. I told you.”
“Yet, you don’t want him near you. Not in the way you’ve implied before.”
You don’t deny nor confirm. It’s pointless.
“And you? You said you don’t want to kiss Nara.” you say, straightening up as Jungkook nears you, interested in what you’re about to say. “Why?”
The simple question sounds like a mere whisper, faded out by the rain hitting everything outside.
“Because those are not the lips I wanna kiss.”
Ready to drop on your knees, you watch Jungkook’s eyes drop down to your lips and you strongly grip the counter behind you. Knuckles turning white, your eyes move on their own and follow Jungkook’s lips.
“That sounds romantic.”
He shrugs, “I’ve always been kind of a romantic guy. Bear with me.”
There’s a flicker of lightness in his voice—a confession that feels more like a gentle reminder, because you’ve always known this about him. The corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly, subtle enough to miss, but you catch it.
Before you even realize it, a soft giggle slips out—and suddenly, you’re both just looking at each other. No words pass between you, but in that silence, it hits you.
This is the first time you’ve genuinely laughed together since everything went downhill. Laughed. If that’s what you can call it.
Despite the genuine exchange of giggles and looks, there’s something lurking behind those big dark eyes. Without realizing, you have no idea there’s the same look in yours. It’s as if he’s daring you to react. To question something you both already know.
“Then tell me,” you feign obliviousness. “What lips are those you’re talking about.”
He lightly chuckles, the tip of his tongue gently wets his bottom lip. He cocks his head to the side, taunting you. “Guess.”
“I am supposed to guess now?”
“I could show you,” he hums, coming closer. “You wanna hint?”
“Try me.” you try not to swallow dryly as he grips the edge of the counter right next to your hands, caging you.
“The lips that speak sometimes before they think.”
Biting down your lip, you prevent yourself from gasping in offence but it’s all written in your eyes. It makes Jungkook smile in triumph, but you continue in this game.
“No idea.”
“Hm,” he sucks in his bottom lip, feigning his deep thinking. “I guess I should show you instead.”
“You want to?” you ask, voice barely steady, trying not to sound like you need the answer too much.
“I’m dying to.”
He’s so close. His warm breath tickles your face, and every part of you is strung tight—caught between the urge to close the space and the fear of what it might mean if you do.
Your hands twitch where they rest on the counter, so close to his, but not quite touching.
“Well,” you breathe out already breathlessly, “We wouldn’t want you to die.”
“Is that your way of giving me permission?” he cocks his brow at you, finding your response nothing but amusing.
Your mouth is one step ahead and before you can think thoroughly about what your next words will be, they already leave past your lips–proving Jungkook’s previous words right.
“You never stopped having one.”
In other scenarios, perhaps you would cringe at the raw honesty in that one statement. Sounding too real, romantic and even maybe a little needy. Not at the moment though. Now it’s your turn to give a reminder because that’s exactly what it is.
It’s not about never wanting to—it’s about the constant battle of trying not to.
“It’s that easy, huh?”
His nose is so close. The familiarity of it on its way to bump yours is right there, yet he’s just inches from it. Holding himself back and driving you to insanity.
Finding some voice left, you whisper; “Nothing is easy when it comes to us.”
It’s the painful reality, one you’re running from because there were days when a statement like this would be pure lies. Nothing else.
All of this is pushed aside. All of this is forgotten as Jungkook’s lips touch the apple of your cheek. So faint that you wonder if he even touched you or it’s all in your head. Eyes closing automatically, you slowly pry them open, knuckles turning white from how hard you’re gripping the counter.
“Seems easy to me.”
You gulp, “Then why haven’t you kissed me yet?”
“You want me to kiss you?” he questions deeply, clearly taunting you, playing with you.
He plays this game well. You will give him that.
“You said you know when a woman wants it,” you breathe out. “You said you know me inside and out.”
He smiles. He freaking smiles.
“You got me there.”
Just be done with it, you think. But the thought of not getting what you want at the moment consumes you. It feels like–if it’s just this time, so be it. You earn for him. The tension between you is insufferable. He’s right here. On the tip of your fingers, on a golden plate.
a/n: had to split this chapter into two parts (not happy about it but what can i do) please give some love to both parts and read my a/n in the second part that's posted! <3
PART 2
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a three-part series inspired by tate mcraes discography.
pairing. jeon jungkook x fem!reader genre. hockey au. college au. angst. smut. toxic situationship. infidelity.
warnings will be established on each part.
⌗ prod. @voyter
01. hurt my feelings
your situationship ends things when he decides to pursue a real relationship. she might wear his number at his hockey games, but you got what he really likes.
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02. dear god
you can’t seem to escape the eyesore of jungkook and his girlfriend, especially since you’re stuck in the same circle. and when it finally hits you that you’ll probably never have him again, all you can do is pray for god to just erase every memory of him.
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03. uh oh
after swearing off jungkook, it only takes a few texts and calls for you to come running back. he’s turned you into a pro at making bad decisions.
“Sometimes – when the weather is hot – Jungkook likes to workout shirtless in the garden, giving you the perfect opportunity to watch from your hammock and get needy for him. He obviously knows that you are watching and can’t wait to take care of you. Doesn’t matter if the neighbours hear.”
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life, Smut
Warnings: Dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, sweaty shirtless!Jungkook working out, wet haired!Kook cause he swam in the ocean, she unapologetically stares, strength & muscle kink, "public" sex because they do it in their backgarden, she sunbathes in nothing but bikini bottoms, nipple licking & play, he eats her out on the lawn, "nose job" cause he rubs it against her clit, using of a hammock as a makeshift sex swing, praise, dirty talk, messy creampies, the sex just kinda happens without being asked for, yk? this is just something they both needed, i just wanna say that i'm a dog fr
Wordcount: 4k
a/n: i don't know what happened, i'm scared and confused and i need to run against a wall. have fun my sluts 🧡
Jungkook owns an outdoor punching bag. Sometimes, when the weather is especially warm, you can watch him train with his shirt off. You are nestled in your hammock with a glass of alcohol free mojito, watching him sweat and exhaust himself. This might very well be a religious moment. His tanned skin glistens. His back and arms ripple with each impact and his pecs and abs are fully engaged. Every now and then, droplets of sweat drip from his face. His hair, dark and messy, hangs into his brows. And sometimes when his pecs twitch especially aggressively, his nipple piercings swing back and forth.
God damn, you really hit the jackpot with him. Your tongue searches for the straw of your drink because your eyes refuse to look anywhere other than your husband.
God damn.
God fucking damn.
Jungkook finishes the set, jumping on the spot to shake out his muscles. His pecs bounce. What a view. He rolls his shoulders and neck before getting back into position. He attacks the other side of the punching bag, giving you the perfect view of his sculpted back.
Your entertainment begins anew. His shoulders are broad and his back is visibly strong. His waist is so small in comparison. And to make matters even worse, he has such a nice ass sitting on huge muscular thighs. The shorts he is wearing are just a little bit too tight around them, hugging his ass so well that you can watch it tense as he engages his legs with each punch. You would give your right kidney for a grab of it. He ends the set with a left-handed uppercut, exhaling sharply for it.
He jumps on the spot, shaking out his muscles. You suck on the straw aggressively, wishing for it to be something else. Look at his ass bounce and, fuck, now he is turning again. Look at his pecs bounce! Goddamn. God fucking damn.
You actually had a plan. You wanted to read outside, but how could you when Jungkook looks hotter than the sun.
“Okay, last one”, he mumbles to himself and starts the new set. He is facing the punching bag so that you have the perfect side view of him. His tattooed, huge arms flex with each punch. They are so big, so defined and sculpted. You want him to take you into a headlock, seriously. From the side, you can see just how big his pecs have become. His stomach is fully engaged as well, asking to be grabbed by you (if only you weren’t so comfortable in your hammock).
He grunts with an especially aggressive punch, furrowing his brows and showing his teeth in a concentrated snarl. You have to fight the urge to swoon. He is so hot when he gets a little rougher.
One last harsh punch and he relaxes, stopping the swinging bag. He takes off his gloves, breathing heavily and squinting slightly as sweat makes his eyes burn.
You finished your drink, but you are still thirsty – parched to be honest.
He meets your eyes. Your heart speeds up. He can be so intense sometimes when he looks at you. Do not misunderstand, Jungkook’s eyes are gentle and sparkly ninety percent of the time, but those ten percent where he stares at you as if you were prey? They make your entire body tingle as if millions of ants were crawling over it.
He throws the gloves to the side and makes his way to you in confident steps.
“What are you looking at?” he is teasing, making it worse for you by gripping the upper edge of hammock to keep it still. You stare. At his arms, his pecs, his stomach, his neck and face. Even his sweaty skin and the hair under his armpits are attractive to you. If there is a higher deity up there, they should give you strength because you are melting.
“Don’t forget to blink”, he teases and leans down to give you a criminally chaste kiss.
“Urgh, you’re so cocky, it’s insane.”
He chuckles and kisses your forehead.
“You love it.”
He straightens up and leaves you by the hammock.
“No wait”, you stop him.
“Yes, baby?” he asks, voice dripping in amusement.
“Can I, like…” You mimic scratching motions down his chest. “Just once?”
Jungkook strikes a confident pose, presenting his body to you.
“Go ahead.”
Quite frankly, this is a spiritual moment for you. To run your fingers down his body after watching him push it to its limits is everything you needed. You have to gulp once you pull back, looking up at him just slightly out of it and totally obsessed.
“Thank you, I needed that.”
He laughs (goddamn he is so sexy) and places his fingers under your chin. He kisses you softly.
“Glad that I could help”, he rasps, tracing your lips.
You sigh, chasing his kiss and touch and him. But Jungkook merely steps back and leaves you to make his way down to the beach.
“Imma cool down for a bit. I can recommend you do the same.”
“You’re the worst.”
Jungkook didn’t bother bringing a towel. It is hot enough for the water to dry in the air. So with his skin and hair soaking wet, he jogs up the stairs back to the garden. He feels so lucky knowing that this is his life. He really went from a homeless, depressed teenager with no hopes of a better future to a settled, happy man with a beautiful beachside house and the most amazing wife. He is so lucky. Sometimes he has to pinch himself to make sure that it is real.
He has to pinch himself especially hard once he reaches the garden and sees you sunbathing on the lawn. With no top on.
Holy fuck, god damn he hit the jackpot with you. He feels jealous of the sun for being able to kiss your skin and of the slight breeze that gets to travel along your body.
He closes the distance and calls your attention by shaking out his hair atop of you.
“Hey”, you squeak and writhe sway, “you’re so annoying, don’t do that”, you whine, having to laugh.
Jungkook chuckles and plops down on the lawn beside you. He rubs his wet hair on your stomach, holding you down while you squeal in laughter and fight him off.
“I hate it, you idiot leave me be.”
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck.
“I’m serious, I’m gonna fight you. Get away from me, you wet wipe.”
“Wet wipe? Wow okay”, he laughs, exchanging his annoying antics with soft neck kisses.
“Yeah, wet wipe.” You snicker, caressing the arm he has around you. “But you’re my wet wipe.”
“I always wanted to be your wet wipe. This is awesome”, he jokes, eliciting more snickers from you.
“You’re a goof.”
“And you love it.”
“Mh-hm I do.” You turn your head to face him, gazing lovingly. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You kiss each other. It lasts longer than before and is very, very nice. Oh so nice. You lost count of the number of kisses you exchanged over the years and yet it still feels as nice as it did when you shared that one fateful first kiss.
You stub noses and break apart.
“So you decided to have your tiddies out.”
“Hey, if you’re allowed to train with your tiddies out, I’m also allowed to free the girlies.”
“I’m not complaining. Not at all”, he says and gathers them just to kiss them in a non-sexual way. Which may sound impossible, but Jungkook makes it possible. It still feels really nice for you, don’t misunderstand. And quite frankly, it turns you on. Jungkook might not have sexy ideas (yet) but you have been craving him ever since he started working out. His kisses are electric.
“It was the best view to come back to”, he murmurs, kissing your nipples with utmost care.
“I knew you’d say that”, you sigh, arching your back to get more of him. His lips are so soft and whenever he finished a kiss, he lets the tip of his tongue grace over the spot.
“It’s true”, he whispers, dancing his palms to your sides to hold them as he kisses your stomach. It tingles.
“You’re so cold, it’s nice.”
“Mhm, the water’s cold today”, he says and ends his innocent affection by kissing your navel. And then under your navel. And then your inner thigh. And suddenly you have his fingers playing with the leg hem of your bikini bottoms and you realise that maybe, just maybe, his touch has never been innocent. Your pulse speeds up.
“I’m probably sweaty, Koo.”
“Whatever”, he dismisses you and tugs your bottoms aside to bury his tongue in your warmed up, soft pussy. He purrs deeply as he does.
“Fucking hell, Kook”, you gasp, arching your back. You knew that he would do it, you could have pushed him away if you wanted to, but you didn’t. You didn’t because your pussy has been throbbing ever since his workout. This is the kind of relief you didn’t want to ask of him, but which you secretly hoped would be yours.
Jungkook uses his left hand to keep your bottoms away from your sweet heaven, running his right hand up to your chest to play with your soft tits. He moans with you as he drags a sound out of you, flicking his tongue up and down through your folds. You smell like warm, summer dreams. Fruity because of all the summer fruits you are consuming on a daily, slightly salty from a previous dip in the ocean and addictively feminine.
“You’re so wet already”, he sighs breathlessly, running his nose over your clit.
“I watched you workout”, you get out, gasping over and over again. Jungkook knows exactly that his nose is your weakness. Now, you are actually talking about nose kisses but he is creative. His nose is definitely not just perfect for kisses.
“Mhm baby…” he purrs, closing his mouth around your pussy just to slurp up your sticky sweetness. He ends it with a delicious hum, repeating the gesture because he loves nothing more than your taste. You are so sweet in summer. He swallows hungrily and repeats it a third and last time before he switches it with his nose again. He keeps his tongue stretched out, playing with your dripping entrance at the same time.
“Koo, oh god”, you choke out, hands falling to his head. Your fingers close around bundles of his wet hair, hips twitching every time his nose dances up your clit.
It makes him smile and purr against you, “you’re so twitchy, baby.”
“I can’t help it”, you whine.
“It’s so cute”, he lulls and rewards you by wrapping his pierced lips around your clit to suck on her.
You twitch even more aggressively, having to whimper when he laughs in amusement. The vibrations this sends through your clit quite frankly make you want to climax.
“I’m gonna-”
Jungkook lifts his head, watching in delight as your hips twitch helplessly. You try to push him back down, but he is stronger. You have to live with the denial if you wanted to or not.
“Koo please”, you beg.
“Mhm, you’re so cute when you’re sensitive”, he rasps and fixes your bottoms so you are covered again.
“No please don’t stop, please more.”
“So cute, you’re fucking adorable…”
He begins kissing a path up to your face, tingling with every needy touch you place on his skin. His body claims the space between your legs, his wet shorts soak your bottoms. It’s so cold against your pussy, making her throb needily. His cock is so hard. You want him filling you.
“Please more, please.”
“Mhhm I don’t know, baby. I got what I wanted.”
“Please Koo, it hurts.”
“Hurts? Poor woman, how sad.”
“Koo please”, you give him puppy eyes, “give me cock.”
“Fuck. Alright”, he instantly gives in, “can you stand up for me?”
“Yes.”
He helps you to your feet, leading you to the hammock afterwards. Once there, he places you in front of it, giving you bedroom eyes while his fingers open the knots of your bottoms. You do the same with his shorts, earning yourself a playful smirk.
“You’re so cute, baby”, he rasps, letting your bottoms drops on the ground. Being naked has never felt better before. With shaky hands you speed up, wanting to get him naked as quickly as possible. He helps you in tugging the shorts over his ass, stepping out of them once they are on the ground.
His cock stands flushed against his stomach, aching to be touched. But he gives you no chance to do so, kissing you deeply before you can get your hands on him. You melt in his arms, knees buckling and head turning. He picks you up with ease because he is such a strong man and fixes you in the hammock so your weight was supported but you were still facing him. He breaks the kiss, forcing you to look up at him with a hand on the nape of your neck. Not that you want to look anywhere else but him.
“My pretty girl”, he whispers, eyes soft even if his cock currently breaches you. The contrast makes you dizzy.
You open your mouth in a silent moan, eyes widening.
He nods his head in agreement, cupping your cheek, “I know, babygirl, I know.”
He bottoms out with a harsh thrust.
“H-hm”, you whimper, squeezing your eyes and mouth shut and grasping the nape of his neck. The current position allows him to fill you from an unfamiliar angle and it feels as if he is taking you for the first time.
“Does it hurt?”
You shake your head, forcing your eyes to open even if it is hard. He meets your submissive gaze with dominant, caring eyes.
“Hold onto me, yeah?”
You nod your head, hooking your legs behind his waist.
“That’s my good girl”, he praises, rewarding you with his cock. He uses the movements of the hammock to his advantage, rocking you on him. The angle is so unfamiliar, being held and moved like this only adds to how good it feels.
You roll your head back, closing your eyes. You want this to last forever. You are so happy when he fills you.
“Can you moan for me, princess? Mhm, baby can you do that for me?”
“Koo”, you moan, writhing in the hammock.
“There we go, I love your sweet voice”, he purrs and meets the movements with smooth rolls of his hips.
“Oh god, Koo”, you gasp, arching your back as best as possible. You drop your hands from his neck, grasping the hammock instead. Your face scrunches up again. Jungkook hasn’t seen that face in ages.
“Am I too rough?”
“No, it’s so good.”
He bottoms out with a swing of the hammock, watching your body tremble and your face scrunch.
“You’re shaking so much.”
“Because it feels like my first time”, you mewl, “Koo, please don’t stop.”
“Shit, baby. Holy fuck”, he growls, cock throbbing in realisation. This isn’t a face of discomfort, this a face of overwhelming pleasure. You are shaking so much because he is giving it to you in a new way and you love it to the point of complete ruin.
He broadens his stance and puts both hands under your ass. The hammock supports your weight, all he has to do is rock you on his cock and write his name against your dripping walls. You writhe and shake in the hammock, presenting your body in the most beautiful way. Your head hangs over the edge, your legs are hooked on his arms, shaking right there. Jungkook doesn’t know whether to look at your tits with their swollen pretty nipples or your pussy as it swallows his cock greedily.
“I can’t enough of you”, he gets out, muscles tense in pleasurable exhaustion.
The sun feels sweltering on his skin, making him sweat and pant. You are sweating too, glistening like a goddess of sun in her golden light. Jungkook swears that fucking you right here and now is religious and blasphemous at the same time. His goddess, his beautiful goddess, and he gets to fuck her raw.
“You’re beautiful, so fucking beautiful.”
“Koo”, you mewl, feeling on cloud nine. This is everything you needed. Now listen, you can control your needs very well if you have to. Having a dangerously attractive husband is just way too lethal sometimes. Especially on such a hot summer’s day when the sun made him sweat and train with such aggression.
“Harder please.”
“You gotta hold onto me again for that.”
You obey without protest. You hook your arms behind his head, burying your hands in his hair.
“That’s it”, you can taste his words like this, eyes captured by his darkened gaze. He pulls out and thrusts in deep and hard.
“Ah!”
He pulls out and does it again. Hard. Rough. Deep.
“Ah! Ah, god. Ah!”
You have to make noises with each thrust, eyes threatening to close.
“Fuck, you feel so good”, he growls, furrowing his brows. This is a new angle for him as well. He didn’t think that he would love it so much. He loves fucking you in standing positions, it makes him feel powerful and needed because you have to cling onto him and he is the only thing keeping you in the air. But Jungkook is also exhausted from training today. The hammock is helping him fulfill his hottest desires, adding excitement to it because it keeps swinging. Your pussy milks his cock in unpredictable ways each time the hammock swings from his aggressive thrusts, escaping him at the same time which brings out Jungkook’s competitiveness. He needs to have her, needs to capture her and make sure she doesn’t run away again.
Fuck, he is trapped in this moment with you, chasing your warm heaven and giving you heaven in return.
“More, please”, you beg, eyes teary and submissive.
“Show me your fingers.”
You show him your right hand, clinging to him with your left. He spits on it without warning, making you moan his name.
“Now play with your clit.”
“Koo”, you mewl, obeying his command happily.
Jungkook feels the moment you start playing with yourself. Your already tight pussy tightens even more, trapping his cock greedily.
“Good girl, play with yourself. Fucking hell, you’re so tight. I’m going insane”, he praises, following it up with a loud moan and sloppy thrusts.
You finally loose the fight with your eyes. They roll back and fall closed. He is going to make you orgasm so hard. It is building up deep inside you every time he fucks his swollen cock against your g-spot. Playing with yourself only makes you more aware of it.
You want to scream.
“I have to scream”, yoh croak.
“That’s alright. Scream for me, let the neighbours hear who makes you feel that good”, he encourages you with a harsh thrust.
“Kook!”
“Good girl. Fuck, my legs are shaking, this is driving me mad.” He is panting, dripping sweat. “What the fuck, what the actual fuck.”
“Soon, Kook, soon. Soon. Soon. Soon”, you are chanting, convulsing around his cock. You love getting fucked. Oh god, you love it so much. You love getting fucked by your strong, muscular husband. The memories of his workout come back to haunt you. This is your end.
You break on his cock when he is the deepest, sobbing his name and pulling him close with your legs.
“Jungkook, oh god Jungkook baby.”
“Ah shit, baby”, he gasps, finding support by grasping the hammock. He can’t move because your legs are keeping him hostage. This is going to end badly. “Oh god, I can’t hold back for long. Oh god, you go-gotta let me move or I’ll cum too.”
“Cum in me, please Koo”, you beg, voice contorted from your orgasm. You pull him so much closer, forcing him to his luck in the sweetest way.
Jungkook whimpers your name, dropping his face in your neck. He tenses up, filling you with his warmth sooner than he planned on doing. He can’t help himself. Not when he is so worked up, not when this is so new to him, not when you feel so fucking good. He isn’t mad at all. Working out today filled him with so much desperation that he actively had to work against getting a hard-on. He blames the constant watching you were doing. Climaxing so deep inside you right now, holding you as you tremble because of it, is everything that he needed.
Jungkook swears that he needs to lick your neck. You shiver because of it, turning your head to take in his tongue and suck on it needily. This is the kind of nasty one can only be when you are totally and completely obsessed with each other. And oh, how you are obsessed with each other. You come down from your messy high tongue kissing and groping each other. The kiss breaks with strings of saliva still attached to your lips.
“What the actual fuck?”
“Right.”
You and he are panting, eyes closed and heads dizzy. You definitely need a swim after that.
“Koo, this was so insane.”
“It was amazing, baby. Wow, I’m literally tingling”, he gushes, peeling his eyes open. As if you can sense it, you do the same just to meet his giddy gaze.
“Me too”, you confess, giggling.
He smiles fondly, “god, you’re so cute. Come here you”, he says and lifts you.
You squeak and squeak again when he stumbles and drops you.
“Woah total muscle failure. Fuck, I’m spent”, he says, dropping on the ground.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” you gasp, following him.
“Yeah, just ah totally spend. Wow, I feel amazing”, he says, lying down in the grass starfish-style.
You instantly use it to your advantage. With a cute, but funny, sound effect you sit down on his lap and begin placing kisses all over his torso. His pecs, his neck, his tummy and his nipples. Entirely soaked in love.
You do so with the occasional “mwuah” thrown in, which makes him giggle.
You end the affection by smooching his cheek, then you rest your chin on your hands which you have on his chest. He melts under your weight, meeting your eyes and retorting the big grin you sport.
“You’re so beautiful”, he says, running the back of his hand down your cheek.
“I’m sweaty.”
“Just agree with me, please.”
You fluster, “okay, I’m beautiful.”
His eyes soften more, “you are. So fucking beautiful”, he whispers as his other hand traces your back gently.
“This is nice, my love.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“I’m so happy that you started this. I really needed you.”
“I know. All I thought about on my swim was you.”
You kiss his chest once, “yeah?”
“Mh-hm, yeah.”
You smile and rest your cheek on his chest, draping your arms over him. It is so comfortable to lie on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
“Was it good for you?”
You nod enthusiastically, “it was amazing for me. The nose job, the edging, you carrying me and the roughness. It was perfect.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Not even a bit. It was seriously perfect.”
“I should have lasted longer.”
“Hush, just accept it.”
“Alright, it was perfect. I love you lots.”
“I love you too, baby.”
“We’ll go swimming later, won’t we?”
“Definitely. I’m so sweaty.”
“Yeah, same.”
You and he chuckle and fall into comfortable silence afterwards as you bask in the tranquil moment together. Jungkook turns his face to the sky, enjoying the sunlight with closed eyes while he mindlessly rubs your back and head. There is nothing better in life than being your husband.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ You have always had a secret crush on Kim Seokjin, the handsome, world-famous idol you know through a mutual friend. Despite having seen him at various gatherings over the past couple of years, you haven’t really spoken, daunted by his celebrity status and choosing to keep your distance. When he accidentally turns up at your apartment for dinner one evening, things turn from fantasy to reality...
Pairing ❤︎ Kim Seokjin x (f)reader
Rating ❤︎ 18+ (MDNI) | W/C ❤︎ 11,584
❤︎ MASTERLIST ❤︎
A/N ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Yep, my bias wrecker strikes again, giving me inspiration for this one. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it, and as ever, please excuse any errors I may have overlooked.
It had started the moment you had first laid eyes on him.
From then on, it had all been occasional brief glances in one another’s direction, the kind that barely registered, yet sometimes you liked to believe they lingered a little longer. Yeah, you were no different from the hoards of ARMY in the end, just another one to surrender to their charms −but what could you do against the irresistible power of BTS’ infamous visual, WWH?
Kim Seokjin radiated with a glow that just wasn’t ordinary. From his tall, lean frame, broad chest and shoulders, pink puffy lips that were made to kiss −to the sweet smile made to melt the hearts of many and that goofy humour you wished you could bottle and save up for those lonely nights alone.
You had been in one another’s circles through a mutual friend you had known since school, who had introduced you at a game night a couple of years ago. Since then you’d seen him at cookouts, gatherings and the occasional birthday.
From afar, it seemed like he gave hugs as though he thought he might be contaminated by something. It made you chuckle in secret −although you were much the same. Contact with strangers, or indeed anyone, was done with a strictly when necessary basis −or when you actually wanted to.
It had been so long since you had actually wanted to touch someone, like that anyway −but whenever you saw Seokjin smile, you felt that urge to reach over and touch his mouth all the way from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, and your heart fluttered as though it were home to a thousand restless butterflies.
But you always shook the feeling off. The likes of Kim Seokjin weren’t for you. This was a world class superstar who would definitely not be short of offers. He was a prince, and the kinds of women princes should be with were princesses. Not regular women like you. Not that there was anything wrong with being somebody just normal −but you were a realist. Come on.
Even though you had seen him a few times now at various gatherings, you had never actually spoken on a one-to-one basis with him. There had never been any opportunity or need. Seokjin was popular as one might expect being a member of one of the hugest bands ever, so he was continually surrounded by people.
It suited you in all honesty, what on earth would you say to each other anyway? It’s not like you knew much about the world of K-pop, nor he about your world.
But now here he was, standing at your doorstep looking debonair in a black fitted shirt and pants, holding a bottle and one of those smiles that yet again threatened to buckle your knees right there at the doorway of your apartment. You can hardly look away, and from this close he seems to radiate more brightly than you had initially thought.
“Y/N, right?” he greets, smile broadening and accompanied by a small bow. “I’m not sure if you remember me, but I’m Seokjin.”
You feel your head nod acknowledgment at him, but you’ve gone into some sort of trance.
“Uh−hi,” he says, sounding a little awkward at your silence. “−They let me come right up, I hope that’s okay?”
“What?” you reply a little breathlessly, finding your voice although you’re still dazed. “−Who?”
Seokjin seems confused, gesturing with one hand behind him as though there was something to show you. “The concierge,” he explains, “−They recognised me I guess?”
He shuffles his feet, a rosy-pink colouring staining the tops of his cheeks and ears now. You shake your head as your brain finally catches up to what he’s actually saying. “Oh, right. I see,” you say. “Okay.”
You both stand there for a beat, and an awkward silence starts to build before you decide that your first real encounter with Seokjin can’t go down in both your memories as this. “So what can I do for you?” you enquire. “Are you looking for someone?”
You sound too formal, like a school headteacher offering help to a new pupil who has gotten lost. It sounded lame. Why would Kim Seokjin of all people turn up to your doorstep looking for someone else at this hour? He never has before. He hasn’t even been to your place before now that you think about it, so why was he even…?
Then the penny drops, and you suddenly recall the dinner you’re meant to be hosting tomorrow. But hold on, Seokjin was supposed to be coming? It was tomorrow, right? For a dreaded second, you contemplate whether it’s you who has it wrong and start having a mini panic that you have nothing in to cook. You aren’t even dressed for a dinner party.
Too many thoughts start to swirl around in your mind, and you can’t focus. You lean against the frame of the door in an attempt to pull yourself together and think straight, mentally trying to conjure up the items in your wardrobe for a hasty change.
Seokjin’s face flushes and he retreats a hasty step back. “Oh fuck,” he says, and then bites his lips and looks at you in a way that suggests he didn’t usually swear in front of women in situations like this. He lifts a hand up apologetically. “I’m sorry.” He gives a succession of two quick dips of his head in your direction. “I think I might have messed up. I’m so sorry.”
Again, it’s taking you a couple of seconds to keep up with this man. You’re still having a hard time coping with the sudden rush of… something… that started inside you the moment he uttered a profanity with those delicious lips, and you swear you’re blushing far worse than he is right now.
“I’ve got the days wrong, haven’t I?” he asks sheepishly, face scrunching up in a manner that can only be described as delectable. “I was supposed to be here tomorrow, not today.”
He runs a hand through his dark, silky hair which falls back into place instantly. How can someone be this good-looking, you think. Then again, he is World Wide Handsome, right? The thought brings a chuckle to you that bubbles in your throat and escapes. Seokjin’s eyes widen in surprise at your sudden outburst.
Focus, Y/N, focus.
“The dinner?” you manage to ask. “You’re coming to the dinner here?”
You didn’t mean for that to sound as shocking as it did. It’s not like he didn’t attend things your mutual friends did sometimes. It was just that Kim Seokjin at your apartment was the last thing you were prepared for, not to mention the fact that nobody told you.
Well, it was a dinner where people were bringing a guest, but no one had specifically said Seokjin was coming. There was no real reason anyone should have, you would be cooking for ten people plus yourself. It shouldn’t matter −except it did. It felt like a big deal, but you didn’t know why.
Seokjin blinks in astonishment. “You didn’t know?”
“Uh, no. I mean yeah,” you stammer, thrown now. “I mean obviously I know about the dinner. I’m hosting it.” No shit. “I just mean I didn’t know you−.”
You’re sounding lamer by the minute, he’s looking at you as though you grew an extra head.
Ground. Swallow. Now.
But that wasn’t going to happen, −it never did −so you straighten up. You may as well try to present an air of someone who knew something at all as opposed to a clueless amnesiac. “The dinner is tomorrow, and aside from the people I invited personally, I have no idea who else would be coming.”
It’s marginally better insofar as it’s a coherent sentence but it’s still coming off as though there is something off about him attending it. You grimace as you take in his expression, which despite his very obvious handsomeness has ultra-confused written all over it.
“You wanna come in?” you offer. It’s the least you can do at this point. Perhaps the man wouldn’t start thinking you have some allergy to him.
His face brightens hopefully for a moment, but he hesitates. “I don’t want to interrupt your evening,” he tells you politely, “Even though I’ve already done that.”
He says the last part more to himself than to you, but you’ve heard it. “Please, come in,” you say firmly. “You’re not interrupting.”
The hopeful expression returns and he tilts his head, smiling sweetly at you. “You sure?”
Jesus. How does anyone around him survive this sort of assault on their senses? Your heartbeat seems to start racing every time the man does or says anything. You question whether having him inside your apartment is the best idea. It might end up with you being whisked to the emergency department with a coronary.
“I’m sure,” you decide. “Come in.”
“Thanks,” Seokjin says, following you in. He takes his black dress shoes off to reveal clean white socks and puts the shoes neatly in the corner before he holds out the bottle he came with to you. “This is for you.”
You take it, looking at the label curiously, thanking him. You have no idea what it says as it’s all in Hangul, so you look back at him quizzically.
“It’s liquor I made myself,” he explains, with a hint of pride. “I thought you could try it at the dinner, which was meant to be…”. He trails off. “Anyway, I hope you will try it. I often get compliments from people who have tried it before.”
“You make your own alcohol?” you ask, genuinely impressed. “That’s pretty cool.”
He beams on your compliment and his face flushes pink at the cheeks again. You fight hard to resist squeezing them as if he’s some cute little thing you need to pet. “Yeah,” he grins. “It’s not sold or anything. Just−just like a hobby I guess.”
You smile back at him. “Thank you for this, I’m looking forward to having a taste.”
You walk through to your open plan kitchen and gesture for him to have a seat in the living room, but you catch his nostrils flare at the scent of the freshly laid out ingredients on the island countertop.
He scrunches his face up again, blinking hard. “I’m so sorry, you were in the middle of something−.”
You catch on quickly this time. It’s pretty obvious from the kitchen scene you were about to cook, and now he thinks he’s interrupted at a bad time. “It’s okay,” you assure him. “I was just about to make myself dinner but there’s more than enough food for two.”
Seokjin stares hard at you and inwardly you’re marvelling at the beauty of his widened brown eyes. “You’re offering me dinner?”
You hadn’t exactly meant to give out a dinner invite, had you? You hadn’t given it any thought, but your words seemed to have come naturally. “Why not?” you tell him brightly, “You did bring a bottle too.”
“Oh no, I couldn’t,” he starts, already protesting and heading back towards the door. “I didn’t mean to gatecrash. I’ll go. You can keep the drink.”
You rush forward, a little too eagerly. “You don’t have to go,” you say. “Really. You’re here now, aren’t you, so you might as well stay, right?”
He pauses, contemplating your face, searching for some clue as to whether you’re just saying that to be polite or you really mean it. You jump at the bit, even if does smack of some level of desperation on your part. “I mean you did come for dinner after all.”
“I suppose so,” he says quietly. Sold. “But I don’t want to put you out or anything on my behalf.”
“You’re not,” you tell him. “I’m not making anything elaborate. It’s been so hot lately and I didn’t fancy working too hard in here, so I thought I’d make some mulhwe.”
“Mulhwe?” he echoes, and you see his eyes shine excitedly, “−No way, really?”
You glance up at him from behind the island as you pick up the cabbage. “You’ve had it before?”
He stares at you incredulously. “Had it?” he pipes up enthusiastically. “I fucking love mulhwe.”
Some little part of you that believes in rainbows and unicorns and all things fantastical and fateful tells you this evening was pre-destined, while the realistic, horny woman part of you is stuck on him saying fucking for the second time and having the same reaction in the pit of your stomach and between your legs.
“Sorry,” he says apologetically, almost instantly. “I can get a little too excited over mulhwe.”
You clear your throat and attempt to resume your cabbage chopping, but no sooner have you brought down your knife across the board, it nicks you and you draw your hand back sharply. In an instant, Seokjin is beside you, somehow with your hand in his, lifting it towards his face and staring intently at your fingers, blowing gently across your fingertips.
You gasp at his sudden proximity, and the shock of his warm touch against your skin, but most of all at the sheer concern clearly visible across his beautiful features. The white spotlights that pepper the ceiling fall across him at just the right angle, highlighting his fair, smooth skin and silken locks, so he appears almost angelic.
Your breath stalls at the vision, your heart forgetting how to beat, and you realise you will never forget this moment until you die. It's the moment you have, right here in your kitchen apartment, given Kim Seokjin your heart.
“There’s no blood,” he says, scrutinising your every fingernail carefully. You’re too shocked by this in addition to your moment of realisation to even move, let alone say anything. “I think you just nicked your nail.” He lifts your forefinger up and shows you the tiny chip at the end of your French manicure, “−See?”
He smiles in relief, softly at first but reaching his eyes quickly, and you fall just that little bit harder. A small nervous giggle escapes you, until you realise he’s still holding your hand. He seems to realise it at the same time as you because he lets go quickly, stepping back around the island, face tinged pink in that adorable way you are starting to find hideously arousing.
“Yeah,” you mumble, “−thanks.”
You turn away to rummage in one of the drawers as though you actually keep anything like a kitchen utensil there −such as a nailfile. How dumb of you. You can feel his eyes on you, burning a hole through your back as you continue to pointlessly sift through items with what you hope looks like purpose.
“You keep your nail files in the kitchen?” Seokjin enquires, as though he can read your mind.
Now you really feel stupid. Modern men, they knew too much. You curse the day they started thinking about manicuring their nails and staying well groomed −did they really need to know anything about nail files? Did they?
“Uh, no,” you reply, trying to keep your voice from squeaking with embarrassment. “I thought I had some scissors here or something.”
“You’re going to file your nail with scissors?”
You wanna scream. Like that’s even possible. And what’s with the questions? What did he care where you stored your nail files, or how you were going to deal with your nails? Why should he?
You force on a smile and close the drawer, facing him. “You know what, I’m just gonna go find a nail file from the bathroom,” you say calmly. “In the meantime, why don’t you pull up a seat.” You waggle your chipped nail towards the tall bar seats that surround the island. “I won’t be long.”
“Sure,” Seokjin says, giving you a strange look. “Shall I pour us something to drink or is it too early?”
You nod hurriedly, eager to get away from any further mortification. A drink sounded like exactly what you needed to steady your nerves, it most definitely was not too early. “No, that would be great,” you agree shaking your head vigorously. “−There’s some glasses in the cabinet.”
You take a little longer than planned to return. There had been the small matter of actually tending to your chipped nail which you had dealt with like a pro. It wasn’t too bad after all, and you smile to yourself as you replay Seokjin’s reaction in your mind. Damn, that man smelled so good.
After that, you had taken a small detour to your bedroom to check your outfit. If you were going to have dinner with someone here, you should at least look remotely dressed for it −as though you pottered around at home in outfits that were ready made for unexpected dinner drop ins with the Kim Seokjins of the world. Even so, this was no everyday scenario. Efforts were necessary.
He probably wouldn’t even notice if you changed anyway, so you would just make some tiny alterations to transform from casual lounge attire to something more like understated elegance. You settled on a white pant twin set that accentuated your body in the right places while remaining modest.
You give your hair a quick brush and apply a natural shade of nude lipstick, nothing too obvious, and spritz on a couple of bursts of your favourite fragrance. You give yourself a final check and shrug your shoulders −it would have to do.
Seokjin is sitting with his back to you but on hearing your arrival, he spins around in his chair. As his eyes settle on you, his expression stills. You hold his gaze steadily, although your heart is pounding with nerves and excitement just from seeing him sat in your apartment as though he actually belonged here. It’s a strange sensation.
You smile just a little and walk past him to the other side of the island. When you look up, you see his attention on you hasn’t been diverted. He has poured two glasses which sit on the counter between you, and you pick one up to study the clear fizzing liquid with a white frothy head that sparkles inside.
It smells like summer. Fresh and apple-y, sweet and delicious enough to coax your mouth and nose closer to the rim of the glass. Seokjin picks up his drink too. “How about a toast?” he suggests, holding it up in the air.
You follow suit, looking to him for the lead on exactly what that would be.
“To dinner intruders!” he grins.
You laugh, but you clink your glass against his. “Alright. To dinner intruders.”
You both take a simultaneous sip. The first bubbly hit on your tongue is sharp and clear, and you were right on the apple. It tastes like a cross between white wine and gin, the flavours clean and fresh −rather like Seokjin himself. You hum in pleasure as you swallow.
“You like it?” he asks cautiously.
“It’s delicious,” you reply sincerely as you take another small sip.
Seokjin beams with pride head to toe happily, and it makes you feel good to see him like that. “Thanks,” he says. “It took a lot of attempts and fails to get exactly what I wanted, but this is the closest to it.”
“I can’t believe you made this,” you say. “It’s truly amazing, well done.”
He grins appreciatively at you. “I’m happy you like it, Y/N.”
“I sure do. Now, I’d better get this mulhwe done, or it would defeat the purpose of dinner,” you tell him, reaching for the knife and cabbage again. “Are you hungry?”
He purses his lips together and swallows with a pout. “I skipped lunch in preparation for this,” he admits, peering over at the julienned vegetables you’ve set neatly to the side of the bowls. “So yeah, I’m ravenous.”
“It won’t be long,” you assure him. “Almost done.”
He takes a deep inhale and lets out a sigh. “Mm, yeah. Looks good already.”
You peer up at him through your lashes. He’s already tapping into his phone, head cast to one side, biting at the corner of those divine lips in concentration. You look away. You don’t want a worse accident than a chipped nail.
“Would you like something small in the meantime?” you offer, “A snack maybe while you wait?”
He looks up. “It’s okay, I’ve waited this long, so I’ll just wait,” he answers. “Can I help with anything by the way? Don’t be afraid to ask, I’m not too bad in the kitchen.”
“Really?” you enquire, eyebrow raised as you try and picture Seokjin in chef mode. It’s a sexy thought, but you were quite anal about your kitchen space, and it wouldn’t do to have such a special guest actually participating in making their own dinners. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll do it. Mulhwe doesn’t take too long.”
He chuckles. “Will you be okay with that knife?”
You lift it up and point it towards him with false menace. “Hey, Seokjin,” you say, “Just remember I’m the one cooking your food today.”
He holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Yes, boss,” he concedes. “I do have one thing to ask though, if you’ll allow.”
“What’s that?” you ask, placing the cabbage into the bowl and reaching for the next ingredient.
Your knife slices into the fish with ease, cutting it into neat slices, taking extra care with it with your guest in mind. Even if you never had this experience again, you wouldn’t want Kim Seokjin to come away from this dinner thinking you couldn’t even get mulhwe right.
“I’d like it if you called me Jin, if that’s okay,” comes Seokjin’s request.
You stop midway through cutting as something only just occurs to you −he had known your name when you opened the door. Kim Seokjin had known your name, and your chest warmed at the thought. You look at him again, and he stares back at you.
“How did you−?” you start, but you abandon your question. You don’t want to start acting like some lovestruck puppy now of all times. “Never mind, forget it.”
“You okay?” he asks, and there’s that concern in his face again, spreading to the silvery tone of his voice and pulling you in further. This man was seriously dangerous.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you tell him with a quick smile, returning to the mulhwe.
“Do you like chocolate?” Seokjin asks.
“Chocolate? Yeah, sure −why?” You reach for the sugar and bottle of gochugaru, concentration furrowing your brow.
“I was going to try and order something nice for dessert, assuming you wouldn’t have anything already prepared,” Seokjin says, “−To say thank you, you know, for doing this for me when you really didn’t have to.”
You pause for a beat. He really was trying to kill you, wasn’t he? Good looking, handy in the kitchen, sweet, kind hearted and considerate, with manners to boot. Modern day prince indeed. Someday he was going to make some lucky woman a husband to die for.
A pang of envy stabs at you, and you press a little too hard on the chilli sauce which spurts out over the counter in a small red shower.
“Fuck!” you grumble, salvaging things quickly with a nearby napkin and checking your outfit for any damage.
“I feared for your clothes too,” says Seokjin. “Especially after you had just changed it.”
You are stunned into a momentary silence −just how attentive was this man? Nothing escaped him. You redden considerably. “No harm done,” you mutter. “My other clothes had a stain, so I had to change.”
“I see,” he says, eyeing you suspiciously. “You don’t need to explain anything to me, you know.”
He turned you into a fool so easily, you think as you take a huge gulp of your drink. “Yeah, I just didn’t want you thinking you had inconvenienced me into changing on your account, that’s all,” you tell him with a sprinkle of indignation.
“Got it,” he says quietly with a small shrug, picking up his phone again. “So, shall I order us something?”
“Actually, I’m trying to watch what I eat so chocolate’s probably not the best for me right now.”
You don’t even know why you said that when you’re not even dieting. Why did the thought of the man buying some lovely chocolate dessert to go with dinner scare the life out of you suddenly?
Seokjin looks as surprised as you are. “You don’t need to do that, you look… perfect.”
You blink, startled at his words, and look at him. In the background, the gentle sounds of some old R&B classic fills the air and you feel more alive than you’ve felt in an aeon when his brown eyes hold yours.
You avert your gaze and gather the last of the ingredients which you set out in the bowls, layering everything together until the last delicate piece of fish was in its place. Carefully you begin to pour the chilled broth over the bowls, watching as it glistens invitingly, aware of Seokjin’s mesmerised gaze on you.
“You’re good at this,” he tells you gently. “It really does look delicious.”
“It’s ready,” you say softly without looking back up. You push one of the bowls towards him with steady hands, even though your heart is anything but, and pass him some fresh utensils. “I hope it tastes good.”
“I know it will,” he says, reaching for the sugar.
You raise your head to finally look at him. Seokjin brings the spoon to his lips to take a mouthful, and you hear him let out a low groan. “Wow, Y/N!” he exclaims, “This is unreal!”
“Good?” you ask, tasting a spoonful yourself.
The cold broth with the heat of the chilli was in perfect contrast. It’s flavoured perfectly −spicy and refreshing, with just the right amount of tanginess. He’s right, this does taste pretty good you think proudly.
“Better than good,” he replies, taking another eager bite. “How did you learn how to make it like this?”
“It’s a recipe a good friend gave me,” you explain, “They’d gotten it from a grandmother they met during a trip. I tweaked it a little but it’s pretty much as the original recipe so I can’t take all the credit.”
Seokjin laughed. “You had a hand in it,” he tells you. “Seriously though, I think this might be the best mulhwe I’ve had in years.” He chews with relish. “You really didn’t have to do all this for me.”
“I’d have made the mulhwe anyway even if you hadn’t come,” you state. “This way, we can eat it all fresh. It’s the best way, and nothing gets wasted.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” he agrees with a smile. “Must be fate.”
You freeze, spoon midway to your mouth. It was kind of freaky how it felt like he was in your head sometimes, reading your thoughts. It was dangerous actually, you couldn’t entertain the rising feelings that were gathering like storm clouds inside your heart, and you certainly couldn’t give any real merit to all this being your destiny.
“It’s just coincidence,” you say dismissively, pretending to be engrossed in the contents of your bowl. “I don’t believe in fate.”
Seokjin doesn’t press you, but the atmosphere enters a comfortable yet tension-charged silence, broken only by the faint sounds of music and the clink of spoons in bowls.
“You’d enjoy it, you know,” he says, breaking the calm unexpectedly. “−The chocolate I wanted to order. The desserts are all handmade using chocolate made with Cuban cocoa beans.”
Your mouth waters, but you aren’t totally sure if that’s from the sound of what Seokjin is describing or from watching the bob of his throat as he swallows down some liquor. The vein at the side of his neck works as he puts in a hearty mouthful of food and chews.
You had always had a soft spot for men with hearty appetites, but watching Seokjin eat in front of you turned that soft spot into something that feels like the start of a fetish. You could probably watch that man eat for hours and hours and still want to see more. Heat covers you and you take a refreshing sip of your drink.
“Why don’t I go ahead and order it?” he continues. “If you really don’t want yours, I can take it with me, or you can give it to someone else.” He searches your face, his expression unreadable. “A boyfriend maybe?”
You are spared from responding as his phone rings, a melody which is strangely familiar, but you can’t place it −some classical piece. Seokjin rejects the call without even checking who it is and refills your glasses. He seems a bit quiet, thoughtful even, and you start to feel bad even though you haven’t done anything wrong.
“Go on then,” you say, trying to sound as upbeat as possible, “Let’s order it, I’m quite curious about this chocolate now.”
His eyes brighten. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, go ahead. What’s the worst that can happen, right?”
Seokjin hadn’t been lying about how good the chocolate was, as an hour later, you sit together savouring the best mousse you had ever had. Light and fluffy, not overly heavy or sweet, with an almost coffee-like quality about it. It had even served and delivered in cute little silver heart mounds, decorated with sumptuous, tiny red strawberries and flecks of dark chocolate. You send up a silent prayer that you hadn’t missed out on trying this.
You don’t even want to know how much Seokjin paid for this, or how he got it to be delivered at your place so fast. One of the perks of being Kim Seokjin you assumed, but you certainly appreciated the effort and the gesture, and it would have been rude to ask.
“I really am thankful for the food,” Seokjin tells you, dipping his spoon into his own mousse and digging out a chocolatey piece. “It was nice of you to go to the trouble of feeding me. I doubt you’ll want to be reminded that you’ll be doing this all over tomorrow for me.” He lets out a chuckle and corrects himself. “−Not just me I mean, but for, you know, the dinner.”
“You’re still coming tomorrow?” you question before thinking, and you could kick yourself all over again.
He looks straight at you. “Would you rather I didn’t?” he asks, and you see the fleeting dismay shoot across his face as he waits for your answer.
“No, no −it’s not that,” you tell him hurriedly. “I just thought maybe you’d had enough of me without having to be here tomorrow too.”
Seokjin frowns and even that is cute, “Why would you ever think that?”
You’re flustered now, why did you have to open your mouth and say the wrong things when things had been going well?
“I−I don’t know,” you mutter, and you genuinely don’t even know why you said it to give him any sort of answer.
He sighs, pushing his mousse away and regarding you carefully. He brings his glass to his lips and takes not one sip, but some lengthy ones until the glass which had been half full is empty and sets it down quietly on the island top.
“Y/N,” he says, his tone the most serious you had heard it all evening. “I can’t go on pretending like this. Ignoring it.”
Your heartbeat is thumping so hard your heart might jump out of your throat at any moment. You look at him, and it’s hard to keep eye contact because he looks so handsome when he’s being serious −so utterly, heartbreakingly handsome that your chest tightens and it feels like you can’t breathe.
Your throat dries and you swallow like a fish out of water until you remember your own drink, throwing down a few sips gratefully. You know you’ve drank it down too quickly because the alcohol gives you something of a lightheaded rush, but somehow it also seems to give you a sense of bravery, and you grit your teeth together to face him. “Ignoring what?”
“This−,” Seokjin replies, gesturing between you both, “This thing happening here between us.”
Your breath catches. Was this really happening? You don’t respond, not right away, because what can you say to that? You see the sincerity in his eyes as he looks at you like you’re the only thing in the world he has time for. You feel a tremble go through you as the enormity of this situation begins to hit you.
“What?”
“I’ve always had my eye on you,” he admits. “Right from the first moment I saw you.”
Kim Seokjin had noticed you all the way back then! Are you hearing this right? A multitude of missed opportunities flash through your mind as you remember those moments you watched him in secret, stealing glances when you thought nobody would notice, marvelling at how beautiful he was, −and the whole time, he already knew who you were. It was hard to imagine Seokjin watching you in the same way you had been watching him. Famous pop stars who had women falling at their feet didn’t do that sort of stuff, right?
“I−I never knew−,” you croak. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You never seemed interested,” he says, his voice low. “You would never come around wherever I was, so you always seemed out of my reach.”
Your breathing quickens. “If you thought I wasn’t interested, why are you telling me this now?”
“Are we still gonna do this?” he asks you a little impatiently. “Let’s make a deal to be honest tonight. Because we’ve wasted enough time pretending not to notice each other, don’t you think?”
“You weren’t exactly easy to read,” you state gingerly. “I had no idea. You’ve just sprung it on me.”
Seokjin leans forward, elbows on the island top, and you can see every fine inch of his gorgeously stunning face inches from yours. “Then let me be completely clear.”
The music in the background faded to silence, chocolate mousses and him being a world-famous celebrity forgotten as your pulse quickened. All you can see is Kim Seokjin as you wait with bated breath for his next words, words you would remember for a lifetime.
“I like you, Y/N,” he announces, “I’ve always liked you.”
The confession is as terrifying as it is enthralling. Your throat dries up all over again, but he’d asked you to be honest, hadn’t he, so you had to be. “I’ve always liked you too.”
Seokjin smiles at you, a warm smile of relief mixed with something else. Victory maybe −elation? Neither of you make any moves, as though waiting for something to break the spell. Suddenly Seokjin is on his feet, walking round the island towards you and holds out his hand like a true prince in a romantic fairy tale.
You take his hand, feeling like a princess as you rise from your seat. Seokjin touches your face gently, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone with a featherlight touch.
“I’ve waited so long to do this,” he whispers tenderly.
He bent towards you, his lips covering yours in a kiss that leaves your knees shaky, and you don’t resist. It’s soft at first, like a question he’s asking or permission he’s seeking, and as your mouth responds to his, it grows deeper.
Your eyes close as you melt into his arms, resting against the hard, warm strength of his chest. His hands snake around your waist, encircling you protectively like he never wants to let you go, the taste of apples from his homemade liquor mixing with chocolate lingering in your kisses.
You had never been kissed like this before, it felt magical.
Seokjin’s lips are soft, plump cushions over yours, and you finally know how it feels to be kissed by him. It’s better than anything you ever imagined. You reach up to curl your hands into his hair. It’s like luxurious silk between your fingers, and you moan into his mouth at the sensation, losing yourself in the kiss and in this moment with him.
He pulls away with a soft grunt, his lips hovering a breath away from your face, his hands travelling from your waist up to cup your face. Your hands cover his, feeling his long fingers under yours, suddenly feeling afraid that he might somehow disappear if you let him go too soon.
Time seems to still as he brushes his thumb across your bottom lip, his attention resting there for a moment before he pins you with an intense stare that leaves you lost in his dreamy brown eyes. “I should have said something earlier,” he tells you.
“I wish you had.”
“I thought someday I might get a good moment, so I waited. But every time we were around each other, it never came. Not until now.”
“Still think that was fate?” you venture.
“If it wasn’t, you and I would have been circling around one another for an eternity, don’t you think?”
Your hands fiddle at back of his shirt collar, allowing your fingers to play with the strands of hair that end at the nape of his neck. You feel the softness of his skin at your fingertips, and it makes you ache with a want you didn’t know you possessed. “Mm-hm,” you reply distractedly.
“I don’t know if I could have handled seeing you for an eternity and not shot my shot, you know?” Seokjin continues.
“Could have happened,” you say.
He looks down at you, his forehead resting against yours. “You think I could have handled seeing you hook up with someone else?” he asks, “I almost lost it when you didn’t answer my question earlier. I was trying to find out if you had someone, you know, when I was asking about the desserts.”
You giggle. “Subtle.”
“Saved by the bell you mean,” he retorts sulkily. “You still haven’t answered the question.”
“No, there is no boyfriend,” you say. “What do you take me for? You think I’d be letting you kiss me if there was?”
“Maybe,” he teases, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. “I am Kim Seokjin, Worldwide Handsome.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you say, giving his hair a playful tug. “What happens now?”
He shrugs. “Maybe nothing happens. Maybe we just let it be what it is right now. Tonight, this moment.”
“And what exactly is that?”
He tilts your face up and looks deeply into your eyes so you can see he means every word. “Y/N, this is something I have wanted for a very, very, long time.”
Your body weakens against his. “I honestly could never have imagined you felt like this about me,” you say breathlessly.
“I thought you were way out of my league,” he says with a sigh, “−or I wasn’t your type, that’s why you never came around me that much.”
You shift yourself to look up at him. “No way!” you exclaim, “−You are definitely my type.”
He blushes at the compliment and looks stunned, but not as much as you are. The thought of Kim Seokjin, international idol, thinking that way about you leaves you floored.
He grins bashfully, a sweet vulnerability softening his face, and your heart flutters. “I’m serious, Y/N,” he admits. “I’m a person, just like you. Being famous doesn’t mean I don’t have insecurities or fears. There’s a lot that people don’t see behind the scenes, a lot we can’t share with the world.”
“Yeah,” you say quietly, pressing your hands against his chest, “I can imagine.”
You take his hand and lead him to the living room, both of you sinking to the couch beside one another. Everything has taken on an air of the surreal. The confessions, the kiss, the closeness, and the prospect whatever might come next.
Seokjin takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours. It feels like the most natural thing in the world, like your hands fit in his, belonging there.
“I’d like to stay a bit longer,” he whispers quietly, looking hopefully at you. “Would that be okay?”
You squeeze his hand gently. “I’d like that,” you reply, leaning back to rest your head against his broad shoulder. He traces slow, lazy circles across your palms with his thumb, and you close your eyes in a happy delirium.
“Seeing as we’re doing the whole honesty thing,” you begin, “I might as well tell you, sometimes I used to fantasize about what it would be like to come home and find you waiting for me. Like I’d imagine how you’d look in my house, my kitchen, my−.”
“Bedroom?” he finishes, and your face flushes, eyelids fluttering open to see him staring down into your face with a glint in his eye.
You blink, caught off guard as he laughs, a low rumble that you can feel through the material of his shirt that does something to your insides and your heart catches in your chest for the millionth time that evening.
Your stomach tingles with excitement, your entire body buzzing as though every nerve has lit up like a fuse as you inhale the scent of him. You push your body against his in an effort to communicate without words, because if you didn’t feel his lips on yours in the next five seconds, you might scream with frustration.
He takes the hint. “I really wanna kiss you,” he whispers, his tone leaving no room for doubt, and you turn your face up expectantly to meet his lips halfway.
His hands were firmer against you now, confidently placed on your waist as yours slide over his chest. You feel dizzy at the closeness, wanting more, and when the kiss breaks this time, you are both breathing hard, cheeks flushed as you look at one another.
“Are we moving too fast?” you ask hesitantly. Perhaps you had been too forward, you think, as you remember how he seemed to be with touching.
Seokjin pulls back just enough to shoot you a look of disbelief. “Not a chance, we’ve waited how long for a moment like this?”
You smile, but you’re still cautious. “I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss at your temple and tucking your hair back from your face.
“What if we regret all this tomorrow, or even an hour or few minutes from now?”
He kisses the top of your head. “I’m not here for a moment I will regret, Y/N,” he says sincerely. “I think we’re exactly where we both need to be.”
You can feel how his words pull you to him like a magnet, allowing you to start to believe what you had only ever imagined in your wildest fantasies might actually be true. You can feel the heat of his thumb tracing your wrist, hear him breathing beside you and still taste his kisses in your mouth −this was real.
Your hand rests on his thigh, marvelling at the lean feel of his muscle beneath your fingers. You steer your head back a bit so you can take a better look at that handsome face that was known all around the globe. He is every bit worthy of his title you muse. World Wide Handsome indeed was, according to your verification, the most handsome you had ever seen.
“What?” he says with a little shy smile, “−Do I have something on my face?”
The only thing on that man’s face is sheer and utter beauty, but you don’t tell him that. You just shake your head. “Nope,” you reply. “I’m just looking.”
“Okay,” he laughs, bringing you closer to him in a snuggle that feels better than rays of sunshine. “I think that’s enough looking for now, you’re making me nervous.”
“You get nervous?” you ask in disbelief. “No way.”
“Not so much in front of millions, but here like this with you, just a bit,” he admits. “Crazy, huh?”
“Hm, not crazy. I think it’s sweet.”
“Could I be handsome instead of sweet?” he jokes.
“You know you’re handsome already,” you tell him with a nudge. “Don’t over-milk it.”
He curls his arm around your shoulder and brings you in. You play with the open button at the top of his shirt, the nailed tip of your forefinger just touching the exposed skin at the base of his throat. You breathe in his scent, letting yourself savour everything in this moment with him.
“So I’m curious,” Seokjin begins, his arm tightening around you, “−what exactly did you imagine about me in the bedroom?”
“Jin!” you exclaim, flustered at his question and burying your face into his chest.
“That’s the first time I’ve heard you say my name tonight,” he says quietly. “I’ve waited all evening to hear you say it.”
“Really?” you say in surprise, but you don’t move from your spot against his chest. It’s so warm and comfortable you think you might want to stay here like this forever.
“Yeah. I’m surprised you actually called me Jin. I thought you hadn’t heard me ask.”
“Of course I did,” you protest.
“You looked miles away when I asked you, like you just remembered something important,” he says. “I didn’t want to be pry.”
“I see.”
“Are you going to answer my question this time?” he asks. “I’d like to hear the answer.”
You resume playing with the button on his shirt “If you want me to tell you about something that intimate, you have to give me something first. Deal?”
He laughs softly. “Alright then. Deal,” he agrees. “What do you want to know?”
You pause a moment, contemplating whether you had the guts to ask him, but you were curious yourself. You take a deep breath, here goes.
“Did you ever,” you start, “−did you ever imagine us− you know?” You stop, unable to get the words out. You wish you had another drink but you’ve both left your glasses in the kitchen.
“Did I ever imagine us what, Y/N?” Seokjin probes knowingly. His tone is deeper, lower now, and it sounds seductive as fuck. He bends down, his lips inches from your ear. “Fucking?”
An audible moan escapes your lips as though the word had been physical, and he had hit you in the chest with it. You press your knees closer together, as a jolt of desire like an electric shock pulsed through you.
He feels you tense up beside him, pressing your face harder into his shirt, face scorching with heat and embarrassment. How could he turn you on so much with one word like this? You can hear just how your breathing has become shallow and quick, and you struggle for air.
“Look at me, Y/N” he orders. Your stomach does multiple somersaults as you slowly raise your head. Seokjin cups your face, his eyes dark as storms. “I imagine it all the time,” he says, “I wondered how it would be between us. How you would feel in my arms, how you would feel to touch.”
“Fuck,” you utter faintly, not caring you swore, not even sure how much more you could take of this verbal onslaught on your senses. You clasp a hand around his wrist, tilting your head to press your lips into his palm.
“You are so beautiful, Y/N,” he tells you. “Since you opened your door, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, even though you’re right in front of me.” His warm breath dances over your face seductively. “It’s a miracle I’ve managed to keep my hands off you.”
Your hold on his wrist tightens, knuckles whitening, your blood rushing madly through your veins and the heat between your legs bordering uncomfortable. “Please−.”
“I always wanted to know how it would feel to talk dirty to you,” Seokjin interjects, “Wondering if you would like it or not.”
His voice is driving you crazy, the heat of his body so close to you, the proximity of those lips to yours, his fingers on your skin, and you press your thighs together, desperately trying to push back every fantasy his words were forcing you to conjure in your mind.
“Tell me, Y/N,” he murmurs, “Would you like that?”
“Jin,” you say weakly, your voice cracking.
“Yes?” He places the tip of his thumb on your bottom lip, pushing into your mouth until it rests on the soft flesh inside. “Say it.”
“I would like it,” you gasp, “It would turn me on.”
A low, raw moan comes from his throat that sends your senses into overdrive, and he tilts your jaw upwards. It seems to take so long before his lips finally come down over yours in a hungry, searching kiss. His tongue finds yours as the kiss deepens, and you cling to his upper arm with one hand, feeling the hardness of his bicep beneath your fingertips.
He pulls away to blaze a trail of kisses along your cheek, your jaw and down to your throat. He places tiny, delicious nips at your collarbone between kisses, and you throw your head back to expose the column of your neck to his mouth. Hot, open-mouthed kisses follow over the sensitive skin until he settles on a delicate spot right between your shoulder blade and the bottom of your ear. The kisses are elongated, his teeth dragging deliciously slowly over you until you feel the suction of his wet mouth.
Your breath catches, but you want him to leave his mark on you, and you sigh in ecstacy as you feel him bite at you, the sucking gaining more pressure. You slide your hand from his upper arm to wrap itself around his head, embedding your fingers into the softness of his hair as you call his name like a plea.
His lips claim yours again, tongues and teeth clashing as you kiss with a growing need. When he pulls away this time, just a fraction, you can see the desire in his darkened irises as he pins you with an intense gaze.
When he sticks out the tip of his wet, pink tongue to lick the corner of his lips, you are mesmerised by just how good he looks. His eyes rove over your face to rest on your swollen lips where they linger for a few seconds before coming back to meet yours.
“Is it so bad that I wanna hear you call my name when I’m inside you?” he asks hotly, one hand sliding down over your shoulder. You whimper in his arms, delirious at the sound of his voice that rasps seductively over you, “I want you so much, Y/N.”
You shudder with delight when his fingers pass the end of the sleeve of your top, the warmth of his touch and the coolness of his ring against your bare skin a delicious contrast. His fingers find the tiny rose-shaped buttons of your top, and he looks to you momentarily. “Is this okay?”
You breathe shakily, nodding up at him, and more deftly than you could have anticipated, he begins to undo them. The brush of his fingers on your chest as he goes lower, unfastening as he goes on, sears you, wreaking havoc between your legs, what little left of your composure fading with every touch.
Seokjin’s breath is ragged as he undoes the last one and coaxes you back against the cushion of the sofa, easing the material apart to reveal your white lace bra, groaning as he takes in the rise and fall of your cleavage.
Slowly he dips his head into the valley between your breasts, one hand at your hip as he places a succession of hot kisses against your skin that have your chest heaving with desire. His kisses move over to the top of your breasts and as the rim of your bra cup stands in the way of his mouth, he begins to slide the straps down over your shoulders along with the sleeves of your top.
He looks up at you from his position for any sign of protest, his eyes filled with lust, mouth parted. You moan breathlessly at the visual as you feel your walls clench around nothing, throwing your head back. The hand at your hip snakes up and behind your back to locate the clasp of your bra, and with ease, Seokjin single-handedly unhooks you.
The material comes loose away from your body and it’s enough leeway to allow him access to your breasts, but he pulls the bra down over your breasts to expose them fully. You watch as he takes you in shamelessly, and your face flushes. Before you can react, he takes your breast into his mouth immediately, causing you to cry out with ecstacy.
He closes his plump lips around your nipple, his soft, wet tongue stiffening to tease the peak until it juts out painfully into the heat of his mouth, and when he sucks at your breast, the delirious pull that seems to reach all the way into your core leaves you agonisingly desperate for more. You moan loudly, arching your back almost painfully to push your breast up against Seokjin’s mouth.
He groans throatily, his body pressing against you, his hand under your undone top caressing the skin at your sides and coming up to caress your breast with a gentle squeeze. His mouth is merciless as he works you. Every wet, needy pull against your soft mounds, every flick of his tongue over your nipples and nip of his teeth has you writhing beneath him.
Your back arches upwards to offer yourself up to him, your hands tugging harder at his hair as he extracts endless sighs of pleasure from you.
“Feel good?” he murmurs against your skin, each word laced with pure carnal desire.
“So good,” you sigh. “Don’t stop.”
He comes up, kissing at your throat again, his fingers squeezing harder at your breasts, fingers tweaking at your hardened nipple until your eyes roll back in your head with the excruciating pleasure. He kisses you eagerly and sloppily, leaving a damp trail of evidence along your neck and as he leans further against you, you feel the hardness of his cock press against your leg.
Your body is weak, the need inside you almost too much as your nails claw into Seokjin’s shirt, clutching at the expensive material between your fingers. “Jin!”
“The things I wanna do to you,” he hums in a breathless warning, “I want to touch you, Y/N −are you wet for me?”
Your mind is reeling. You could never have imagined Seokjin was capable of talking this way, but you love it. It’s sinfully arousing. “Yes!”
“You remember the way you said you used to imagine me in your bedroom?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Can we do that for real?” he asks. “I really wanna find out how wet you are.”
Panting, you sit up, eyes flickering over his beautiful face. “Let’s go,” you tell him. “I thought you’d never ask.”
You turn on the light in your bedroom and set it down to a dim glow, removing your top and bra and discarding them on chaise lounge that sits by the dresser. You can feel Seokjin watching you, and you turn to see him lying on your large queen-sized bed, all dressed in black, long legs sprawled out, with one arm behind his head. He looks like he’s shooting some sort of perfume commercial, perfectly sexy, like a model straight from any top magazine.
You want him with an appetite you didn’t know existed. You slide your pants down and step out of them, walk towards Seokjin in just your panties. You can see the raw want in his eyes as you climb onto the bed to lay beside him.
“You look even better than I ever thought,” he tells you as he turns to his side and surveys you, trailing a finger between your breasts. “You’re perfect.” He cups one in his hand, kneading at you before the warmth of his skin leaves you, going lower until his palm presses at your lower stomach, fingers tracing the hollow of your navel. You tremble under his touch as you feel his weight turn into you, one of his legs hooking over yours.
“You too,” you say genuinely.
His mouth finds yours in an urgent kiss as his fingers dip beneath the hem of your panties, and you know what he’s going to find. When he touches your folds, your thighs spread and your hips involuntarily jerk up to his hand, seeking more.
He kisses you heatedly, and you feel him slide a couple of fingers through your wet folds with the lightest touch, leaving your thighs quivering with a delighted anticipation. He swallows your moans with kisses as he does it again, this time a little firmer, his thumb pressing in slow, circular motions over the head of your clit each time.
Bit by bit, he touches you, each one more maddening than the next until you are a trembling mess in his arms, soaking wet and desperate to be penetrated.
“You’re so wet for me,” he groans, sliding his finger into you. “So fucking wet.”
You moan salaciously, your body coming alive in ways you had never experienced from his words as you grind your body up against his hand. He inserts another finger into you, and kisses the moans from your mouth with long, wet caresses from his soft lips. Your body trembles, your legs weak, as the sensations continue to grow, pleasure starting to build under the pressure as his fingers curve against your walls.
Seokjin’s eyes are dark as he watches you react to his exploration, as he continues to work at you with a touch that makes you try not to think about how many times he must have done this before.
“Don’t come yet,” he says in a low voice and withdraws his hand from you, “Not yet.” He takes your hand suddenly and brings it to his crotch, pressing it against his protruding arousal.
You gasp, drawing in a shaky breath as you feel the size under the material of his pants. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you recall hearing various rumours here and there about the size of Seokjin’s cock, and here you were verifying that if anything, those rumours had probably underestimated things. It definitely felt bigger than it should, but it excites you, making you ache to feel him in you.
He moans at the connection, pressing your hand to him harder, and you rub over the sizeable bulge, feeling its spongy hardness under your fingertips. Quickly, he unfastens himself and slides his pants and underwear down in one, not bothering to remove them completely in his eager hurry.
A slight panic seizes you as you watch his cock spring out. You could never have imagined that.
“Touch me,” Seokjin commands, taking your hand and placing it over his hardness.
His cock is hot, smooth velvet in your hand. It’s weighty, rosy, and long, veins evident along the underside, capped off by a curved soft tip that already glistens with the first showing of precum. You find your mouth watering with an impatient urge to taste it, feel it stretch the back of your throat until you’re choking on it.
He draws in his breath sharply as you curl your hands around the base and begin to stroke him. You drag your thumb across the head to smear the precum into his skin, and he lets out the most gutturally sexy groan you’ve ever heard.
You manouver yourself into a better position, your hand still around his cock as you lower your head to take him into your mouth. The taste of his precum hits the tip of your tongue and spreads its saltiness the moment you swallow. Seokjin looks down, watching his cock disappear between your lips as you taste him.
You are cautious as you suck him, taking in more of him as you go at a slow pace, conscious that it might get a little more difficult as you went on.
He hisses, “−Fuck!”
Hearing the way he cursed, his tone taut and strained, arouses you to a different level. Seokjin has the looks of an angel, and the way he had brokenly moaned that obscenity has a wicked, almost decadent appeal to it.
You grasp the base tighter and suck hard, pulling him deeper into your mouth each time. Your tongue traces the long vein that runs along the underside of his cock and Seokjin grabs at your hair, lost in the sensations that overcome him. His hardness strains rigidly against the inner walls of your mouth, screaming to be released.
His balls are tight against him, and you let your tongue explore them a bit before you want to try taking his full length. Instead, you take each of his balls into your mouth for a luxurious suck and you hear him call your name fiercely.
You resume at his cock again, easing it inch by inch between your lips again until you feel the tip at the back of your throat. You start to tear up, but you persevere, wanting to have the sensation of his whole cock in your mouth.
He bucks his hips upwards slowly. “I love watching the way you take me,” he groans.
You allow in a little more, fighting the urge to gag as his cock threatens to cut off your airway.
“That’s it,” he urges hotly. “Take it all in.”
Finally, you have him fully in your mouth, but you know you can’t keep it there long. You start to pull back, but Seokjin prevents you by pushing it back into you. You utter a strangled moan as you feel yourself on the verge of actually starting to choke on it.
You raise a hand in protest, and he slowly pulls out, his cock exiting your mouth with a soft pop. His cock looks even larger than it did before you put your mouth around it, and you wonder how you ever got the whole thing in anyway.
“You looked so good like that,” he groans raggedly, reaching down to take his cock into his own hand, palming it as he speaks. “Like a needy doll.”
You’ve never seen a sight so delicious as Kim Seokjin lying here on your bed, pants open, hard cock in his hands, full pink lips parted with rapture, tousled hair, looking at you through half-lidded eyes like he wants to devour you. The image makes you feel like you could cum on the spot.
You lay beside him on the pillow, placing a kiss against his parted mouth. “It aches, Y/N” he murmurs in complaint as he strokes himself slowly, “−So bad.”
You kiss him again. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he confirms. “I need to be inside you. I’ve jerked off imagining how this would feel so many times.” He abandons his cock momentarily and slides off his pants and underwear. “Take your panties off.”
You had no idea he could talk so filthily but it’s making you wetter. You do as he asks, writhing uncomfortably as you lie naked beside him. He turns towards you, removing his shirt and tossing it over the side of the bed. He nudges a knee between your legs to part them, his hips nestling against yours.
You can feel every outline of his hard cock as he grinds against you, and it’s making you feel feral with desire. He drags the head of his cock against your folds, pushing between them to find your wet entrance, spreading your legs apart wider as he kisses you.
The sound he makes as he enters you is almost savage, any restraint quickly fading as he fucks into you bit by bit. You grasp at his back as he starts to fill you, the stretch and burn a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure.
“You’re so tight,” he moans.
“Jin!” you cry out in a helpless moan as he pushes further in. “Fuck, you’re so−!”
He groans into your mouth, kissing your cries away as it goes on, your walls opening up to accommodate him as he goes deeper still until at last, he’s totally sheathed by your walls. It’s an unbelievable pleasure, and your ache grows like a blooming heat beneath him. His hips roll gently against you, grinding into you, and you can’t hold back your moans.
“You want me to stop?” he asks raggedly.
“No!” you cry urgently, wanting even more, your body impatiently crying out for release.
“Can you take it?” he asks, worriedly.
“I want to,” you reply.
He quickens his thrusts in response, eyes on your face as he does.
“Faster,” you plead. “Don’t stop!”
“I want you to come for me,” he moans sinfully as he increases the pace. “I’m not going to stop until I feel you come over my cock.”
The pleasure begins to mount, the pain forgotten about, diminishing with each rut, and you wrap your legs around his waist, hands at his back as you open wider, your walls clenching around him tightly.
“Harder!” you implore, your climax nearing, “−Fuck me harder, Jin!”
He obliges, slamming into you so hard the bed shakes, his thrusting quickening. You love the way it feels, the head of his huge cock hitting you just right in that spot, your slick accommodating him as you both chase your ends.
“I’m close,” you whisper.
“Come for me,” he tells you, “Come for me, Y/N. Come like you’re a slut just for me.”
His words do enough. Your body lets go, the full force of your orgasm almost winding you as you groan loudly, your body convulsing, your thighs trembling around him as you come hard. Seokjin kisses you, fucking you through it until he explodes inside you. You can feel his cock throb and pulse, his hot seed filling you as he rocks his hips against you.
Slowly, you both climb down together from the high, sweat slicking your bodies, the air scented with sex. You kiss him gently, pushing back a damp strand of hair from his forehead, enjoying the sight of him so wrecked.
“That was everything,” you say with a smile.
“Yeah, it was.”
You sidle up to him, and he holds you for a while quietly as you reflect on what just happened in total disbelief. It was the stuff of fantasies.
“Do you always seduce women so easily?” you venture.
“Never,” he replies, “I don’t seduce anyone by the way.”
“You probably don’t have to,” you mutter under your breath, once more feeling jealousy poke at you.
He peers down at you. “Y/N,” he says seriously. “I’ve never done this before, trust me. Not for a first time. I did what felt right with you.”
“Same.”
“What about you?” he asks uneasily, “−Have you ever done this before?”
“Not like this.”
“Good,” he says, pulling the sheets up around you both and adjusting himself to face you. “You think we should shower?”
“Probably,” you laugh.
“Hey Y/N,” he asks suddenly. “So, I know this might seem a bit cringey, but I have to ask before the curiosity kills me −do you like BTS?”
“Hmm, I do like some of your songs,” you reply.
“You do?” He sounds genuinely surprised. He clears his throat, his hand that was playing absently with your hair stills. “And do you have a favourite band member?”
Truthfully, you had never really given the band members much thought. You doubted you could accurately give anyone all their names. Except Seokjin, but that’s because you knew him. “Uh−you?”
He frowns. “You don’t have to say me just because of this,” he tells you. “You can tell me if it isn’t.”
“You are the only one I know, so you’re my favourite,” you say, kissing the smoothness of his chest, entwining your fingers with his.
“Alright,” he says. “But when you meet them, I wonder if you’ll like any of my bandmates better.”
“Do they have bigger cocks than yours?” you ask teasingly.
“Hey!” he complains. “Too much.”
“I’m sorry,” you say with another few pacifying kisses. “But you kind of asked for that one. Why would I like your bandmates better? I like you, okay?”
“Okay,” he concedes, “Just don’t cook for them. You know what they say about the way to a man’s heart and all that.”
You laugh. “Is that why you’re with me? Because I cooked for you?”
He kisses your head gently. “No, it’s because you made me mulhwe specifically if you must know.”
“Ha, ha,” you respond. “I thought this was meant to be fate or whatever.”
He chuckles and you love the way you can hear it through his chest. “I think it is.”
Perhaps he’s right, it did seem like a lot to be just coincidence. You sigh. Whatever it was, you were happy it happened, and you didn’t want things to end just yet.
“So, after showering, do you want to stay?” you ask tentatively, “−for the night I mean.”
Seokjin gives you the most delectable grin and touches your cheek. “I was hoping you’d say that” he replies, “Let’s see if I can ruin you a little more…”.
what was supposed to be a study night turns into a dangerous game of domanance and desire when jungkook and taehyung trap you between them in the back of their car.
pairing — dom!jungkook x sub!femreader x dom!taehyung (m/f/m)
genre — friends with benefits au, light BDSM, polyamory, porn with little plot, smut, fluff
warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, threesome, car sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, power dynamics, degradation, humiliation, use of terms like "slut" and "whore", makeout, lip biting, slight mention of blood, hickies and marking, bruising, dirty talk, praise kink, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play, lots of nipple play, dual stimulation, clit stimulation, lots of teasing, edging and orgasm denial, fingering, cum play, dry humping and grinding, thigh riding, consensual overstimulation, oral sex (m. receiving), fellatio, cock sucking and gagging, face fucking, double penetration, taehyung fucks her mouth while jungkook fucks her pussy, doggy position, cum swallowing, hair fisting, drooling, spanking, spitting on pussy, extreme stretching and fullness, begging and crying, squirting, riding, slight breeding, literally the sweetest aftercare (they buy her ice cream ugh its so cutee)
wc — 6.8k
a/n — this oneshot is inspired by their insta live, i just had to write it because they looked so sexy there ouff. Hope y'all enjoy! <3
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The air inside the moving car was cool due to the air conditioner.
The light hum of the city buzzed in the distance but here in this hidden corner.
It felt like the world belonged only to the three of you.
You sat in the backseat beside taehyung, who was manspreading and basically taking up all the space but you didn’t mind.
Your heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
The car smelled slightly of leather and their masculine colognes, making you feel heady.
Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your short skirt, a habit that didn’t go unnoticed by the men.
jungkook who had been driving glanced at you through the rearview mirror, his dark eyes catching yours for a fleeting moment before he smirked.
“You’re awfully quiet back there, princess.” he teased.
His voice laced with amusement.
“What’s got you so shy tonight?”
taehyung lounging beside you chuckled deeply, his arm casually dropped over the back of the seat.
His fingers brushed the nape of your neck
“She’s always shy at first, isn’t she?”
There was a warmth beneath his tone but with a mocking edge that made your cheeks burn.
“Don’t worry, we will fix that.”
You bit your lip, feeling a shiver run down your spine.
The relationship between the three of you had been going on for months now after being classmates in the university—a friends with benefits deal that somehow worked.
They were both dominant, confident and entirely too obsessed with you… and not to mention possessive.
They were too skilled at unraveling you every time while you the introverted timid girl, blushed at their every behavior.
You found yourself craving their attention more than you'd ever admit.
jungkook pulled the car into a secluded area before turning off the engine.
The silence that followed next was heavy with unspoken promises of what's about to happen next.
He turned in his seat gaze locking onto you, a predatory glint in his eyes.
“You know.”
He says, unbuckling his seatbelt.
“I think I’m done driving for now.”
He opened the door, stepping out and within seconds he was sliding into the backseat on your right.
Effectively trapping you between him and taehyung.
Your breath hitched as jungkook settled, his thigh pressing against yours.
“Much better back here.” he murmurs.
His hand immediately finding your knee, his touch sending a spark of heat straight to your core.
“Don’t you think so?”
taehyung's fingers still lingering at the back of your neck tightened slightly making you gasp.
“Oh definitely.” he agreed coyly.
His voice dropping an octave.
“Gives us more… room to play.”
You swallowed hard, your shyness making it difficult to meet their eyes.
“g—guys.” you stammered.
“We’re supposed to be studying tonight remember?”
jungkook laughs, the low rumbling sound making your stomach flip.
He leans closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he breathes hotly.
“The only thing we’re studying tonight is you, sweetheart.”
taehyung's hand slid to your shoulder, thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin.
“You’re so cute when you’re nervous.”
His lips curl into a smirk.
“Look at her, kook.”
jungkook's hand on your knee slid higher, his fingers twisting the hem of your skirt inching it up to expose the soft skin of your thigh.
“Bet she’s already wet too.”
His tone drips with confidence.
“Aren’t you, baby? tell us?”
You squirmed pinned between their solid frames, your cheeks pink.
“I don’t know…” you breathe
Your voice tremble from embarrassment and need, your thighs pressing together instinctively.
“Don’t know?”
taehyung's hand moved to your chin, tilting your face toward him.
His intense eyes bored into you with authority in their depths.
“Don’t lie, princess. We know exactly what you're feeling.”
Before you could respond, taehyung's lips were on yours and coaxing a whimper from you.
His kiss was slow at first, almost tentative.
His tongue brushed against your bottom lip seeking entrance and when you parted your lips, he deepened the kiss.
His tongue entered tangling with yours, exploring your mouth with a sensual rhythm that made your head spin.
Each stroke of his tongue had your body melting under his touch.
At the same time, jungkook's lips found your neck as he pressed open mouthed kisses along your pulse point.
His tongue flicked out, tasting your skin and the wetness of it made you shiver.
He sucked gently at the sensitive spot below your ear and you moaned when his teeth grazed lightly.
The dual sensation—taehyung's deep possessive kiss and jungkook's hungry exploration at your neck.
It was overwhelming and your body was caught in it.
“Fuck, you taste so good.”
taehyung gruffs out against your lips as he pulls back enough to speak.
His hand slid into your hair tugging to tilt your head back, giving him better access as he kissed you again.
Harder this time.
Tonguing your mouth, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip.
You whimpered at the sting, gripping his shirt and he swallowed the sound.
Claiming you.
jungkook chuckled against your neck as his lips trailed lower, sucking at the delicate skin of your collarbone.
Leaving red and purple marks that you knew would linger tomorrow.
“She’s already making these noises.” he said lowly.
“You like this, don’t you? being stuck between us like that?”
You couldn't form words as you panted, mind hazy from their attention.
Instead you nodded weakly, your hands clutching at taehyung's shirt bunching the fabric, as jungkook's fingers slipped beneath your skirt.
Brushing against your inner thigh lightly, fingers inched higher until they grazed the edge of your panties.
You couldn’t stay still, your chest rising and falling.
“Let’s switch.” jungkook says suddenly.
Pulling back to meet taehyung's gaze, eyes dark with intent.
“I want a taste of her mouth.”
taehyung grinned releasing your lips with a pop, leaving them swollen.
“Go ahead. I’ll keep myself busy in the meantime.”
He looked down at your body with a wicked look as he shifted his attention lower.
His hands already moving to explore.
jungkook didn’t waste a second, his hand cupping your face as he pulled you into a kiss.
His lips were more demanding than taehyung's, his tongue diving into your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless.
He kissed like he was trying to eat you alive, his lips bruising yours.
“Mmph!”
Your moans were muffled against his mouth as his hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he devoured you.
Meanwhile taehyung's hands roamed all over your body, fingers tracing your waist and the dip of your hips before settling on your thighs.
Pushing your skirt even higher and revealing your panties completely.
The cool hair hit your exposed skin as his hands kneaded your thighs, thumbs brushing closer to your clothed pussy with each movement.
taehyung drank in the sight of you all while groping you roughly and you struggled to keep up with jungkook's kiss.
jungkook pulled back from the kiss, lips glistening as he looked at taehyung.
“Patience, man. We’ve got all night to ruin her.”
“Ruin her?” taehyung chuckles hoarsely.
His hands sliding higher.
“Oh.. we are gonna take our time. Make her beg for every second of it.”
“taehyung.” you sign out.
Your thighs shook as jungkook's hand slid to your other thigh, mirroring taehyung's and soon you found yourself guided onto taehyung's lap.
Your legs straddling his thigh.
The hard muscle pressed against your cunt through your panties, the friction immediate and electric
“Ohh ahnn.”
Your eyelids flutter as your hips start rocking on their own, the sensation making you throw your head back.
“Hmm... look at you.”
jungkook scoffs as he watches you hump against taehyung's thigh, desire written on both their expressions.
As they watched how desperate you are.
taehyung's hand gripped your hips, guiding your movements to his liking.
“That’s it, baby.”
He encouraged you, eyes locked on yours.
“Ride my thigh like a good girl. Let me see how much you want this.”
His fingers dug into your hips tightly, making you move faster, the pressure of his thigh against your clit has you shaking.
Your breaths coming in short needy gasps.
Your lips parted.
The friction was maddening.
The rough denim of taehyung's jeans rubbing deliciously against your thin panties, your arousal soaking through and making each movement slicker.
You even stain some of your wetness on him but you're too lost in it to care.
Your hands braced against his chest, nails digging for balance as you rocked against him seeking the pleasure with every roll of your hips.
The car felt too small and too hot, you were sweating with your hair sticking on your face.
Your pleased noises and their low teasing voices filling the space.
The two men leaned back watching you do your thing, bouncing on his thigh like a horny little girl.
Their eyes half lidded, struggling to control themselves.
They just want to pin you down and fuck you senseless.
Stuff you full with their cum.
But you're not going anywhere and time is there, so they wanna take it slow.
jungkook leaned closer, biting your earlobe and used his tongue against it to soothe the pain.
“You’re making a mess, sweet girl.” he hums.
Amusement dripping from his voice.
“Soaking his thigh already. You’re dripping through those little panties, aren’t you?”
You whined at his words feeling shameless but you couldn’t stop your hips from grinding harder.
Too consumed in both of them.
taehyung's hands slid up to your sides, slipping through your shirt to cup your breasts through your bra.
His thumbs brushed over your nipples making you arch into him.
He squeezed one tit gently fingers kneading the mound and you mewled, your hips stuttering against his thigh.
“These are absolutely gorgeous.”
Taehyung's voice appreciative as he pushed your shirt up, exposing your bra.
His fingers expertly reached behind and unhooked it, letting it fall loose.
Your breasts spilling out into his waiting hands.
Both men groaned in unison, their eyes fixed on you.
Their hunger palpable.
Having no patience at all, his hand immediately finds one of your breasts feeling their weight before his fingers roll your nipple between them.
Your nipples are already hard into aching peaks and their relentless handling made it almost painful, your brows peaking at the center as you pressed down harder on taehyung's thigh.
“Ohh, j—jungkook.” you stuttered.
Your voice broke as his fingers pinched and tugged at your bud, all while taehyung cupped your ass lifting his thigh to press it harder between your legs.
Your body writhed under their combined attention.
taehyung's fingers teased your other nipple.
He rolled it between his thumb before flicking it at a quick pace that has you keening.
His eyes locked on your face, watching every reaction.
“She’s so sensitive.”
Taehyung grunts with a snicker.
“Look at how she’s responding, kook. We’ve barely even started and she’s already a mess.”
“such a needy little thing.”
jungkook's fingers tightened on your nipple pinching it so hard that you cried out, the sound echoing in the confined space of the car.
“Bet she’d do anything we want right now.”
They shared a deep laugh and the humiliation turns you on even more as your eyes close, feeling wetness pool at your panty.
It was clinging lewdly to your pussy folds.
Your moans grew louder, body arching into their hands as they continued.
taehyung's finger circled your nipples, caressing the areolas as jungkook's mouth leaned toward your other breast, his lips closing around your nipple.
Sucking hard as his tongue flicked the sensitive bud.
The wet heat of his mouth combined with taehyung’s unstoppable fingers was too much and your body couldn’t keep up with the humping.
You were so close to the release yet so far.
“You’re so good for us…” jungkook husks out.
His teeth graze your nipple and you sob, your hands tangling in his hair.
You were falling apart.
All because of them.
taehyung's fingers didn’t stop teasing your nipple alternating between rolling and pinching, his other hand guiding your hips to keep you moving against his thigh.
“our perfect girl.”
He growls approvingly.
The pleasure building to an unbearable peak, your body trembling violently.
But they weren’t done yet.
jungkook's hand slid down your stomach, his fingers brushing over the damp fabric of your panties, touching you through the thin material.
“Shit, she’s drenched.”
He pressed his fingers against it, feeling the wetness that had seeped through.
He rubbed slow deliberate circles over your clit, finding it perfectly nestled between your folds.
The fabric adding an extra layer of friction.
Your clit quivered as your hips bucked towards him, a high pitched whine leaving your throat.
“I can practically hear how wet you are mm... can’t even control yourself, can you?”
jungkook whispers.
You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes at the intensity.
“Please.” you beg.
Your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breaths.
“Please, I need—”
“What do you need, princess?”
Taehyung asked as he twisted your nipple harder making you gasp, your body jerking against his thigh.
“Use your words.”
“I… I need to cum.” you managed.
Your words reduced to a broken cry as jungkook's fingers pressed harder against your clit.
The slow teasing circles driving you wild.
“Please, I can’t take it anymore.”
jungkook smirks, lips brushing your neck.
“Not yet, baby. You don’t get to cum until we say so.”
taehyung's hand slid down to join jungkook's, his fingers tugging at the waistband of your panties.
“Let’s get these off.”
“I wanna see that pretty little pussy.”
A shaky exhale whooshes out of you as taehyung slides your panties down, the fabric catches briefly on your thighs before they tug it free.
Leaving you bare except for your skirt bunched around your waist and your unhooked bra which hung loosely around your shoulders.
jungkook's hands spread your thighs wider as far as they would go, exposing you completely and he growled at the sight.
The cool air brushing against your bare cunt and their stares made you squirm, but the men held you spread pinning you in place.
taehyung's jaw clenches at the sight, eyes black pools in lust.
“Fuck, look at her.” taehyung growls roughly.
His fingers brushes over your puffy folds teasing but not entering, the light touch sending shivers through you.
His fingers glided through your wetness using it to slick your pussy, outlining it with agonizing slowness.
His touch almost featherlight.
“So wet, so fucking perfect.”
jungkook's hand soon took over not wanting taehyung to have all the fun, his fingers spreading your folds exposing your clit directly and using his thumb to stroke it.
The movement just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to push you over.
“She’s so tight.” taehyung rasps.
As he dipped just the tip of his finger inside you before pulling out, you fisted your own hair, feeling helpless.
It was like your body was at their mercy.
“She’d feel so damn good around my cock.”
jungkook nods, his thumb pressing against your clit holding it there and you gasp, your hand shooting out to grab his wrist.
Though you didn’t push him away.
“Ahh fuck…” you panted.
“We will find out soon enough.”
His voice low and promising.
“But first let’s see how much more she can take.”
taehyung's fingers slid inside you right after those words, stretching you with a slow thrust.
“Oh taee!” you squealed.
He groans in return feeling you wet inside, his fingers curling against your walls, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.
He moved his fingers deliberately, pumping in and out with a rhythm that sent you spiraling.
He would also twist and scissor his fingers almost like preparing you for what's about to come next.
jungkook leaned down, his lips marking hickies on your neck and cleavage while his fingers played with your hard nipples.
Sucking hard and using his tongue to ease each mark.
Your hands clutched at their shirts, desperate for something to anchor you.
taehyung's fingers moved faster, thumb brushing your clit in time with his thrusts.
Your mind struggled to keep up with so much stimulation, a drool trickling down from the side of your mouth.
jungkook's mouth was relentless, so were taehyung's fingers.
You murmured expletives as both of them filled with sly satisfaction at how responsive you were, watching you writhe between them.
But their actions never slowed.
“You’re going to take everything we give you, aren’t you?” jungkook questions.
“Yes yes, please.”
You nodded frantically, body shaking as a tear streamed down your flushed face.
“I’ll take it. I’ll be good just please—let me cum!”
“not yet.”
jungkook murmurs against your breast.
taehyung's fingers pumped quicker, which was almost torturous.
He found your g-spot with every pump but kept his pace just slow enough to keep you from cumming.
jungkook slid down his fingers, circling your clit.
Tears streamed down your cheek as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
Your pussy clenching around taehyung's fingers, desperate for release.
You were overstimulated from being teased for so long that you wanted to scream for not being able to cum.
“Please please, just let me cum. I—I’d do anything,” you babbled.
jungkook pulled back, his eyes dazed watching you plead for them.
“Such a pathetic little slut.” he rumbles.
His tone degrading but laced with a strange affection and taehyung voices his admiration as well.
A glare in his expression, almost angry with restraint.
“Crying because she wants to cum so bad. You’re ours, huh?”
“Yes.” you wailed.
Your voice breaking as you rutted against taehyung's fingers, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.
Your shame and shyness all gone.
You just wanted to cum.
“I’m yours. I beg, I need you.”
They exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them.
taehyung pulled his fingers out, jungkook moving away as well and you felt your heart break, a wounded sob leaving you.
Your pussy clenching on nothing, feeling empty as ever.
“No, why—”
“Shhh… be patient.”
taehyung orders.
jungkook shifted unbuttoning his black shirt and tossing it aside, revealing his toned chest and the tattoos over his arm.
The sight makes your mouth water.
taehyung followed suit, taking his red long sleeved shirt off that joined jungkook's on the car floor.
Leaving both of them shirtless.
Your hands reached out instinctively tracing the lines of taehyung's chest, the muscles hard under your fingers.
Your fingers linger on the ridges of jungkook's abs, caressing the tattoos over his arm.
“So strong…”
You cooed almost to yourself, voice reverent as you felt both of them and their solid pulsing muscles.
jungkook lets out a guttural noise, his hand catching yours and guiding it lower to the bulge straining against his jeans.
You cupped it, feeling how hard he was and his hips bucked at your hands.
“You think we’re strong, mhm?”
His eyes glinted with mischief.
“Show us how much you mean it.”
taehyung's guided you off his lap, positioning you on your knees between them.
“Go on, baby.”
His voice slurs in desperation, his commanding eyes locked on yours.
“Show me what that pretty mouth can do.”
You hesitated for only a moment before your hands reached for taehyung's belt, unbuckling it with shaky fingers.
His jeans slid down revealing his hard cock throbbing with need, the tip glistening with precum.
You whimpered at the sight, your pussy still dripping from not being relieved but you wanted to be a good girl.
Wanted to please them.
You leaned forward, your lips brushing the tip and taehyung groaned, his hand tangling in your hair guiding you closer.
The salty taste of him made you moan, the vibration making him curse under his breath.
At the same time jungkook moved behind you, hands gripping your hips as he positioned himself.
“Bend over, angel.”
You obeyed bending forward, your lips parting to take taehyung's cock into your mouth.
He was big and you had to open your mouth wide to take him in, his thickness filling your mouth.
Your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper, taehyung's hand tightened in your hair.
His hips moving into your mouth, controlling your movements.
Behind you jungkook's hands spread your ass cheeks, groaning as he saw how much slickness had gathered in your cunt, your clit swelled.
And just above that, your tight hole clenched rhythmically under his gaze.
He unbuckled his jeans freeing his heavy cock, the tip brushing against your pussy as he used it to run up and down your slit.
Tapping your clit with the head of his cock until you made muffled noises around taehyung's cock
You were in a vulnerable position but it excited you further, your pussy clenching as it anticipated jungkook's cock.
“Fuck, you look so good like this.” jungkook mutters.
As he pressed himself closer against you, cock sliding through your slick folds.
You let out loud moans around taehyung's cock as jungkook pushed inside you, his cock filling you inch by inch.
It was overwhelming.
The fullness of him stretching your walls, the heat of his cock pulsing inside you as you felt each of his veins.
He moved slowly at first letting you adjust, his hands gripping your waist as he snarled.
“So damn tight.” jungkook scoffs.
He began to move, his thrusts deep each one pushing you further onto taehyung's cock.
“You feel so good, baby. Taking me so well.”
He hits the back of your throat and you gagged, tears streaming down your face unstoppably now.
You felt like a toy being used for their pleasure and it turned you crazier, if that was even possible.
Your hand bracing on taehyung's thigh so you don’t fall.
taehyung murmurs filthy praises as you try your best to suck him, your tongue working the underside of his cock with every bob of your head.
Your hands fondling his balls.
“That’s it, princess.” he breathes.
“Suck me like you mean it.”
You were a mess.
As jungkook's thrusts grew harder and faster, pounding into you.
The car filled with the sounds of your combined noises, their groans and the wet slick of your pussy around jungkook's cock.
And the obscene sound of your mouth working taehyung.
jungkook's hand gripped your ass so tightly you knew you'd bruise, each one of his thrusts hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars.
taehyung growls, his own hips pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.
“Look at how she’s taking us both like a little whore. So fucking greedy for it.”
You sobbed at his words as jungkook held your cheeks apart, seeing his cock slide in and out swiftly.
“Fuck her harder, kook. Make her cry.”
taehyung grins at jungkook, who chuckles lowly and dives harder into you until you were almost falling on taehyung.
You couldn’t breathe, your mind was blank.
You were breaking.
The only thing you were capable of was crying, not knowing if you wanted them to stop or keep going.
But you trusted them to never hurt you and you loved every second of it.
The way they made you feel so wanted… so needed.
jungkook's hand slid up your back, grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing your face down on taehyung's cock which made taehyung groan deeply in approval.
“She loves it.”
jungkook looks at Taehyung, a brow raised.
“Loves being used like this. Don’t you, baby?”
You couldn’t speak, only let out a broken scream on taehyung’s cock and all your noises were adding extra stimulation to his cock.
taehyung neared his release.
“Gonna cum in that mouth.” he roars.
His cock twitching against your tongue.
jungkook's thrust grew erratic, his release close as well.
“Shitt I’m close.” jungkook rasps.
His cock slammed into you with a force that felt like he reached your stomach and your nails dug into taehyung's thigh.
Almost drawing blood.
“gonna fill you up.”
Your orgasm crashed over you almost blindingly, a tremor went through your body as you came, a wail tearing from your throat.
As your pussy milked jungkook's cock, mouth tightening around taehyung.
You couldn’t breathe so you pulled your mouth off him with a pop, breathing heavily as taehyung gripped his cock palming it.
“tongue out.”
taehyung looks at your swollen lips.
He was already close so a few strokes made him cum, his hot sticky release shooting out on your waiting tongue.
“Swallow it.” he ordered.
His hand holding your head in place.
“Don’t waste a drop.”
You obeyed swallowing every bit as jungkook's thrusts slowed, eventually his cum spilled inside you, coating your walls.
He grunts hands loosening their grip on your hair as he rides out his release while taehyung pats your head lovingly.
You cleaned every drop on his cock, gulping and pulling away with a string of saliva connecting you to his cock before breaking.
jungkook pulled out slowly and you collapsed against taehyung's chest, your body limp and trembling.
jungkook's hands gentle now as he cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against your lower lip.
“Such a good girl. You did so well for us.”
Your stomach flutters at the praise as you lean onto them, your breasts still heaving from your lack of breath.
taehyung's fingers brushed through your hair.
“Look at you all fucked out but still clinging to us.”
You whimpered, your body oversensitive but taehyung's hand slid between your legs, fingers brushing through the mess of jungkook's cum dripping from your pussy.
“Goddamn, look at this.”
He showed his glistening fingers to jungkook, that were coated in your and his arousal.
“She’s dripping with you, kook.”
jungkook smirked, his hand gripping your thighs spreading you wider and their touches were almost painful now.
Brushing against your poor hypersensitive clit.
“Such a messy little cunt.”
“took us both so well.”
Before you could react taehyung's fingers slid inside you, pushing jungkook's cum back in, the sensation making you sob.
Your body jerked as you tried to push his hand away but jungkook steadied you, holding you apart letting taehyung finger fuck you.
“Shh, sweet girl.”
His lips brushed your ear, soothing you.
“Just cleaning you up a little.”
jungkook watched feeling himself hardening again as his hand stroked his own cock.
“Let’s see how much more she can take.” he slurred.
A challenge in his voice.
“Get on his cock, sweetheart.”
taehyung guided your legs on top of him, his cock wasn't fully hard yet but still hard enough for it to look intimidating.
He positioned himself at your entrance, communicating with his eyes alone that he wanted you to sink down.
Or you'll get punished.
Your bottom lip quivered and you sank down on him with a cry, the stretch almost too much after everything.
His cock filled you completely and the position allowed him to go even deeper than jungkook.
He went deeper than you knew it was possible to reach and you felt like your body couldn’t take it.
Your head spun.
taehyung groaned at the feeling of how warm and slick you felt on the inside, especially after getting railed by jungkook.
You moved shakily, his balls slapping against your folds each time you came down.
“Atta girl.. ride me good.”
Your hands braced against his chest, your face against his shoulder as you bite onto his skin.
Your hips circling, trying different motions.
“Mhmm oh, tae hahh.”
You whined on his ear which had him growling, hearing your cute little sounds was making blood rush to his dick even more.
You could feel his cock get fully rock hard inside you.
jungkook knelt beside you, his lips find your pussy spitting directly on your clit before spreading it with his fingers.
His nostrils flaring as he sees your cunt stretched on taehyung's cock and the mess of so many liquids.
It was dirty.
But it was driving all three of you completely feral with desperation.
“Nghh ohh fuck fuck, jungkook I can’t—” you hiccuped.
You bite your lip to stifle a small scream but it escapes anyway as jungkook's finger rubs your clit side to side in a quick motion while you try to keep up with taehyung's cock.
You felt like you were going to die.
This is it.
taehyung watched you fall apart as his hand held you in place, before thrusting up into you until you let out quiet screams.
Drooling on his chest.
jungkook's finger slid inside you alongside taehyung's cock, stretching you impossibly further and you screamed loudly which ended in a wail.
“Oh god, it’s too much.”
You were shaking your head frantically even as your hips kept moving, taking as much as you can.
Your tears and snot mixing together, your mouth remained parted.
You were ruined.
It was too much.
But you loved it.
taehyung's hand came down on your ass in a sharp spank making you gasp, the sting mingling with the pleasure.
“Ride me harder, slut.”
He glares at you, jaw ticking.
“Don’t stop until I say so.”
Your hips moved faster, the friction of jungkook's finger and taehyung's cock while being so impossibly full, drive you to the edge.
jungkook on the other hand, gripped your bouncing breasts.
“She’s taking it so well… literally made for this.”
You couldn’t move anymore, too tired and jungkook moved your hips on Taehyung, making sure you took him well.
Using you how they wanted.
taehyung lets out low grunts at the feeling of jungkook's finger that seemed to slide against his cock with each thrust.
“Fucking hell tae, she’s gonna cum again.”
jungkook snickers as you neared another orgasm, you didn’t even know how many times you even came.
How could you even release so much?
jungkook's fingers worked faster alongside taehyung's cock as they felt you getting closer.
“jungkook! taehyung!”
You chanted their names repeatedly as you squirted, letting out a loud sob from deep in your throat.
taehyung held you up, thrusting into you through your orgasm chasing his own release and came with a roar.
jungkook’s fingers didn’t stop prolonging your orgasm, until you were slapping and scratching his hand away.
They let you calm down for a bit before pulling out with a wet squelch and a hiss leaves taehyung, your pussy gaping with both their cum.
You practically fall on them.
Your body limp and weak.
All of you panting heavily while trying to get back.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, your body felt like it was floating yet heavy each muscle of your body overstimulated and sore.
Especially your lower region.
Your breath's ragged tears still clinging to your lashes, your throat aching from taehyung's cock and screaming so much.
The air in the car was thick with the scent of sweat and sex but there was a new softness now.
A shift in the energy as jungkook and taehyung went from dominating sex beasts to something gentler.
More nurturing.
You were a mess and utterly spent.
But the way they held you made you feel like the most precious thing in the world.
taehyung's arms encircled you first, his chest beneath your cheek.
His steady heartbeat grounded you while yours was thumping out of your chest, as his fingers still sticky from earlier, threaded gently through your hair.
Smoothing the tangled strands with a tenderness that made your heart ache.
All three of you were sweaty and coated with several liquids already, so you didn’t care.
They made you feel loved enough to never feel disgusted or insecure about yourself.
“angel...”
taehyung presses a kiss to your tear stained cheek, his commanding tone from earlier gone.
“You’re okay. We've got you.”
jungkook beside you pressed himself closer, his bare chest warm against your back.
His hands now moved with deliberation, stroking comforting circles along your sides and over the marks he left on your skin.
“You were so perfect for us. I’m so proud of you.” he whispers deeply.
The praise sinking into you like a balm over your emotions, your body felt like it had been pushed to its limits.
Yet in their arms you felt sated and cherished, like you could let go completely and they'd always catch you.
Your face against jungkook's chest as if he were a lifeline, your fingers curling there.
The tears that had started during the roughness of the moment continued to fall, not from pain but from the release of everything you'd been holding inside.
“hey, hey.” taehyung said softly.
His hand tilts your head up, his eyes searching yours concern in their depths.
“You’re crying, princess. Talk to us. You okay?”
You nodded weakly, voice trembling as you tried to find words.
“I’m okay.”
Your throat tight.
“It’s just… a lot. Felt so good but… I’m so overwhelmed.”
jungkook's lips pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.
“We know, sweetheart.” he murmurs.
“You took so much and you did it so well. We’re here now.”
Taehyung's thumb brushed away a tear, soothing you.
His voice affectionate
“You're always so strong for us. Let us take care of you now, okay?”
You nodded again, a small sob escaping as you melted into their embrace.
They shifted slightly, rearranging themselves to make you more comfortable.
Taehyung guided you to sit sideways across his lap.
Your legs draped over his thighs while jungkook stayed close, his arm wrapped around your shoulder.
The backseat of the car felt like a cocoon now, the small space allowing you to bask in them more closely.
Shielding you from the world outside.
jungkook reached into the compartment, pulling out a pack of tissues and a small bottle of water he'd stashed there earlier.
“Here.” he says.
Unscrewing the cap and holding the bottle to your lips.
“Drink a little, okay? you need it.”
You sipped the water, the cool liquid helping with your parched throat.
Your hands were still shaky so jungkook held the bottle steady, eyes soft with pride as he watched you.
“Good girl, there you go.”
taehyung grabbed a tissue and began gently wiping the sweat and tears from your face.
“Look at you.” he teased warmly.
“Still so pretty even after we’ve wrecked you.”
You managed a small shy smile, cheeks burning at his words.
“Stop.” you squeak.
You buried your face in his chest again, embarrassed by the attention.
They always did this after fucking you into oblivion—they were the sweetest in the aftercare.
The rougher the sex gets, the even better the aftercare is.
jungkook laughed, hand stroking your hair.
“Don’t hide from us, we love to see you like this—all soft and clingy.”
“Clingy is cute on her.”
taehyung added, fingers brushing along your jaw.
“makes me wanna hold her forever.”
They took their time cleaning you up.
jungkook used another tissue to gently wipe between your thighs, cleaning carefully not wanting to overstimulate further.
The sensation caused immediate discomfort, even the lightest touch made you jerk away and he immediately slowed.
“Sorry, baby.” he frowned.
His thumb brushing on your inner thigh.
“It’s okay.”
Your voice small.
“Thank you.”
taehyung's hand slid under your loose bra, which was still hanging off your shoulder and he carefully removed it, setting it aside.
“Let’s get you dressed properly.”
He grabbed your shirt from the floor, smoothing it out before helping you slip it over your head, pressing quick kisses to your shoulders as he adjusted the fabric.
You stayed still, letting them pamper you.
Your heart full.
jungkook meanwhile, found your skirt and panties but he set the panties aside since they were way too soaked for you to wear again.
He helped you with the skirt.
Once you were dressed, they turned their attention to themselves, zipping themselves and pulling their shirts on.
But even as they dressed, their focus remained on you their hands never staying far.
jungkook pulled you in his arms.
“Are you feeling okay?” he insisted.
“Need anything else?”
You shook your head, body relaxing against him.
“Just… stay with me.”
“Don’t want you to go.”
taehyung's hand found yours, fingers intertwining with yours as he squeezed.
“We’re not going anywhere.” he states firmly.
“We’ve got you.”
They held you for what felt like forever, the silence comfortable broken only by their occasional murmurs.
“You took us like a champ, baby.”
jungkook looked at you.
“You’re our everything.”
He says it as if trying to prove a point.
“Don’t ever forget that.”
Your heart swelled at their words, the fragility of this moment making you feel closer to them than ever.
Feeling peace in their presence.
“I love you guys.”
The words slipped out before you could stop them, your eyes glassy.
A small smile tugged at taehyung's lips.
“We love you more, princess.”
jungkook leaned in, pecking your lips as he returned the words.
They always did.
Eventually taehyung shifted, gently sliding you off his lap and into the seat beside jungkook.
“Alright, guys.” he announced.
“I’m driving now. Let’s get our girl the ice cream she loves, the biggest size of course.”
His voice carried a double meaning that made you blush, your fingers twisting as you ducked your head.
You smiled bashfully, your head resting against jungkook's shoulder, who pulled you close.
“You deserve it.”
His lips brush your hair.
The engine started as he started driving.
He drove to your favorite ice cream shop, taehyung pulls into the drive thru and ordered the largest size of your favorite flavor.
When he handed it to you, his fingers brushed yours.
“Eat up, baby.” he smirks.
“Gotta keep your strength up for next time.”
You took it eagerly, your eyes bright with happiness as you took a bite, moaning at how good it tasted.
“It’s that good, huh?”
jungkook asked playfully, his hand resting on your thigh.
“It is.”
You defended with a whine and they both laughed heartily, the sound filling the car with a sense of ease.
taehyung stopped the car before turning to look at you, watching how adorable you looked when you were busy sucking his cock just a few minutes ago.
“Save some for us.”
jungkook teased, wiping away a bit of cream that lingered on your lips before he licked it off his finger.
His eyes locked on yours, unwavering.
You huffed, looking away even as goosebumps erupted against your skin.
At any other time it would make you aroused.
But you were too sore and tired to feel anything more, your thighs remained spread slightly, clenching them together made you wince.
They watched until you completed eating before taehyung started the car again, soon reaching your place.
Taehyung parked the car near your dorm.
“Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” he asked
His voice serious now.
“Anything hurting? need us to stay with you?”
You shook your head even though you wanted them to stay because you knew if they did, you would get distracted by them once again.
And you had to study for an upcoming test, so you needed to rest now.
“I’m okay. Just really tired…”
jungkook caressed your thigh.
“Then you’re going to sleep well tonight.”
They walked you to your dorm as they guided you to your door, taehyung's lips pressing to yours.
“Sleep tight, princess.” he murmurs.
“Call us or text us if you need anything, we’ll be there yeah?”
You nod as jungkook follows, his lips capturing yours deeply taking a taste of you before letting you go reluctantly.
“You’re our girl.”
His forehead rested against yours.
“Always.”
You watched them go, their figures disappearing into the night.
Your body still buzzed from their intensity and adoration that lingered long after they were gone.
You crawled into bed.
Your mind replayed their touches, their love as you drifted into a deep contented sleep.
at kingston university, the athletes are kings and the girls of the dollhouse (a campus sorority made to please them) — are their comfort queens. you swore you’d never be one of them — until the games turned filthy, the dares turned dangerous, and jungkook turned his obsession on you.
pairing — athlete!jungkook x college!femreader
genre — toxic romance, college au, angst, smut, psychological drama, obsession, slice of life, slow corruption arc
warnings/tags — 18+, explicit sexual content, toxic relationship dynamics, abuse, peer pressure, obsession, jealousy, possessiveness, emotional manipulation, mental health struggles, greed/power themes, substance use (alcohol, smoking, pills), public sex, party sex, dares that turn sexual, fingering, oral sex, marking, hickeys/biting, dry humping, mirror sex, rough sex, praise kink, degradation kink, choking, sex in bathrooms/bedrooms/parties, unprotected sex, creampie, manipulation, angst, betrayal, messy emotions
“at kingston university, the athletes are kings and the girls of the dollhouse are their comfort queens.”
she said.
“smile pretty, pour the drinks, don’t fall in love.”
i swore i’d never be one of them.
but everyone has a price.
sometimes it’s attention.
sometimes it’s obsession.
🎧 now playing: sex on the beach — partynextdoor
the scent of night air and cheap weed stick heavy to my skin when i roll up my window. kingston’s campus is loud in a way my hometown never was—boys shouting from balconies, girls laughing too high-pitched in shoes they can’t walk in.
my first weeks here? boring. lectures that dragged, cafeteria food that tasted like shit, mason shadowing me everywhere i went. cass kept saying i was “wasting the kingston experience.” i kept saying she was insane.
and yet—here i was, zipped into my own version of a party outfit. black mini skirt, red gloss, and a half-burnt spliff balanced between my fingers as i leaned against the window. mason hated when i smoked in his car, which made it taste even sweeter.
he's a good guy. sometimes it made me feel safe, sometimes it made me feel trapped. he isn’t coming tonight, apparently, he “needs to study.” translation: he didn’t want to watch me play dress-up in the dollhouse circus.
mason’s hand rests on the wheel, fingers tapping slow, but tight. he hasn’t said much all drive—just small things, small smiles. i know that silence though. it’s the type that waits for me to say the wrong thing.
cass is in the backseat, chewing on a straw from her iced coffee she begged him to stop for. she’s bouncing like she’s got too much sugar in her veins, eyes shining when she spots the line of girls waiting at the frat house ahead.
“this is it,” she whispers, like it’s holy. “the dollhouse.”
the way she says it makes me roll my eyes, but i don’t let her see.
“at kingston u, the athletes are kings and the girls of the dollhouse are their comfort queens.” she repeats it sometimes like a prayer, like that slogan’s already tattooed on her forehead.
i told myself i’d never be one of them. but everyone has a price.
sometimes it’s attention. sometimes it’s obsession.
“imagine being a doll, y/n. everyone watches when they walk in. it’s like they run the whole damn room without even trying.” she giggles, tugging her lip gloss out of her bag.
“cass,” he says, voice sharp enough to slice. “don’t fill her head with that sorority shit.”
“it’s not sorority shit,” cass bites back, too excited to be scared of him. “it’s the dollhouse. whole different thing.”
mason snorts like he knows everything. “you sure you wanna go?” his hand flexes against my thigh.
i tilt my chin, unbothered, tapping ash out the window. “i know what i’m doing. i just wanna see if the dolls really live up to the hype.”
cass grins like she’s already crowning me. mason’s jaw ticks, caught between pride and irritation. i lean back, crossing my legs so his hand slides off, my move—my choice.
he pulls up to the curb, jaw tight when he turns to me.
“don’t stay too late,” he says. his thumb brushes the inside of my wrist when i go to pull my hand away, and it feels more like a warning.
i shift, moving him off with a laugh i don’t mean. “we won’t.”
he leans closer, lips brushing my cheek in a kiss that lingers too long. “text me,” he murmurs. “i’ll be up. waiting.”
cass shoves the door open, already halfway out, her grin flashing in the dark. “come on,” she says, tugging my arm.
i slip from the car, cool air wrapping around me, colder than i expected. mason stays there, watching, his figure framed in the glow of the dashboard lights.
cass leans in close, her breath sweet with candy and lip gloss. “forget him. it’s dollhouse night,” she whispers, pulling me toward the music.
the car door shuts behind me, and for the first time, i couldn’t tell if i was leaving him or if he was letting me go.
by the time cass and i got close enough to see the glow of the house, i already felt the beat in my ribs. but the line stretched forever—snaked around the block, people shifting impatiently, dressed like they’d been planning all week for this one shot to get in.
i stopped walking. “nah,” i muttered, pulling at cass’s sleeve. “fuck this. we’re not waiting in that.”
cass just smirked, the type of smirk that said she’d already made up her mind. she tilted her chin toward the front. “watch.”
two girls near the velvet rope were trying their luck, leaning over the gatekeeper’s podium, giggling, tossing their hair like they thought pretty could get them in for free. one had on rhinestones stuck around her eyes, the other in a backless mini dress so short it looked painful.
“c’mon, we’re here all the time,” one of them whined, tugging her skirt higher.
the gatekeeper didn’t flinch. “back of the line. don’t waste my time.”
“wannabe dolls,” i said under my breath, loud enough for cass to hear. “clapped, too. imagine thinking you can pout your way past him.”
the gatekeeper didn’t even blink. “move,” he said flat, waving them off like they were gnats. their smiles dropped quick, and the way they stomped off in their heels almost made me laugh.
cass nudged me. “you really wanna leave? after that?”
“yes?” i muttered. “line’s too long.”
i shifted my weight, ready to say bye until a deep voice carried over the crowd.
“you two. in the back—hey.”
i looked up. tall guy, clean cut but not stiff, standing just inside the ropes with his arms crossed. he had that look—the kind of sharpness that said he knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how people worked.
cass blinked at him. “us?”
he nodded once, lazy, like he was doing us a favor but also not really. “yeah. come on.”
the line groaned as he waved the rope aside. i shot cass a look—what the fuck?—but she only smirked, slipping her arm through mine as if we belonged there.
“guess we’re in,” she whispered.
i tried to breathe steady as we stepped past the rope, every pair of eyes behind us burning holes into my back. the man who pulled us through didn’t say anything else. just a glance at the gatekeeper, a nod, and suddenly the line we’d been stuck in all night didn’t matter.
the door shut behind us, perfume and smoke tangled in the air, sweet and bitter, thick enough to choke on.
cass walked like she belonged, like she’d studied this place in her sleep. i trailed after her, trying not to stare too long at jeweled masks or glittering dresses. the way the dolls floated through the room, every gaze pulling toward them, felt unreal—like they weren’t people but something untouchable.
the man who had let us in disappeared toward the back, slipping behind a partition where velvet curtains fell heavy.
we were left to weave through the haze until cass spotted a space in the lounge—a half-circle of leather seating, low table littered with crystal glasses.
i leaned closer, scanning the room—the raised stage glowed under sharp white light, girls in sheer slips weaving around like they were born there, bills floating around them like confetti.
my brows lifted. “so this is a strip club.”
cass smirked, “it’s… the dollhouse,” she corrected, like the name itself meant something different.
“a strip club,” i repeated, slower.
she rolled her eyes, biting back a laugh. “okay, technically, yeah. but it’s not the kind you’re thinking. no creepy men drooling over dollar dances.” she flicked her chin toward the stage. “these girls—most of them are models, dancers, influencers. this is… curated. luxury. the people who get in here? money. connections. you don’t just show up unless someone lets you.”
i blinked, watching one of the women holding her phone up to take a picture with one of the wannabe dolls from earlier. heels clicking, hair a glowing curtain in the lights. she moved like liquid, her smile a little too happy to be real.
“so basically…” tilted my head, a dry smile tugging at my lips. “a strip club with a better brand.”
cass leaned back, smirking into her drink. “call it what you want."
“see her? that’s mariposa. they call her posa. she’s… lethal.”
i followed her gaze. the girl glowed under the low lights, glitter scattered across her collarbones and shoulders like pollen. her dress clung like it had been painted on, black with a slit that flashed the curve of her thigh every time she shifted her weight. she walked like she owned the air around her, people made space without even realizing it.
“and over there—selene. everyone calls her glow. she’s been here the longest. knows all the ins and outs.”
selene leaned against the bar, silver fabric slipping off one shoulder like it couldn’t contain her. she was softer than posa, slower. her skin caught the light in a way that made it hard to look anywhere else.
then cass nudged me, her eyes flicking across the floor. “and him? taehyung. smooth, unpredictable. gambler.”
i found him by the way people looked at him before i even figured out who he was. a man at a card table, sharp suit unbuttoned at the collar, rings caught the dim light as he shuffled chips between his fingers. his grin slow and unreadable.
before i could ask more, cass froze, her gaze hooking on someone across the room. i turned, but she was already standing. a man brushed past, lean frame, sharp jaw, the scent of smoke and whiskey. his shirt was untucked just enough, his was the kind that didn’t need to demand attention but got it anyway.
cass muttered something i couldn’t catch and ran after him without sparring a glance at me.
watching her disappear into the crowd, i try to follow her.
i’m halfway to the door when i hear someone damn near screaming over the music. i don’t even mean to look, but the way it cuts through the bass makes my head turn.
some girl comes stumbling out of a private room, lipstick smeared all the way up to her nose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. she’s grinning like she just won something. “told you, i gave him the nastiest head of his life,” she announces, loud as hell, like it’s something to brag about.
i blink. oh my god.
glow — from earlier fires back, voice sharp enough to slice through glass. she looks like she’s about to drag miss sloppy-lipstick straight back into that room.
before she can, another girl slides in. cooler, calmer, but the type who knows exactly how to twist the knife. “glow, stop whining,” she says, flipping her hair. “jungkook literally said he just wanted free head. everybody knows lola gives everything for free.”
the way she says it? dead.
i clap a hand over my mouth before anyone sees me laughing, because holy shit. i came here for cass, but i can’t lie — this is better than half the shit on tv.
i’m still pushing through the crowd, scanning for cass, when i catch sight of her. the girl from earlier—the one i saw stumbling out of that room, wiping her mouth like she just clocked out of a shift.
before i can even decide whether to dodge her, she’s right in front of me, grinning like we’re best friends.
“oh my god, you’re so pretty,” she gushes, voice sticky with alcohol. before i can answer, she’s already pulling me in, her phone flashing in my face.
i stand there stiff, trying not to laugh, because this shit is too funny. i literally watched her leave some dude’s room not even fifteen minutes ago, and now she’s pressed against me like i’m her prize of the night.
she starts rambling, words tripping over each other—something about how “he couldn’t get enough” and “yeah, i just had jungkook on his knees, bitch couldn’t breathe.” she says it like she’s bragging, like the whole world should stop and clap.
i keep my face blank, biting back a smile, because if she only knew how wild she sounds right now.
cass ditching me was annoying, sure, but running into this circus act? kinda makes up for it.
'new doll? someone find her @ for me.'
a grainy flash pic of me with the sloppy top girl last night, her tongue half out, eyes glazed like a happy drunk.
my stomach drops, then twists. the comments are a mess—people actually digging through the internet like bloodhounds, tagging random girls until they land on me. my face is everywhere. i’m suddenly everyone’s “who is she.”
i can’t decide if i wanna laugh or throw up.
“you’re not paying attention,” mason mumbles against my skin. he’s halfway down my stomach, kissing light, like he’s following some checklist from a youtube tutorial.
i glance down at him, hand hovering awkwardly near his shoulder. i should feel something—heat, a spark, anything—but all i feel is my phone vibrating against my palm, the glow of my face under @ dollhouse.lola’s caption burned into my brain.
mason presses another kiss, softer this time, and i stifle a sigh. it’s fine. it’s good. it’s… vanilla. like store-brand ice cream you only eat when there’s nothing else in the freezer.
my phone buzzes again. i tilt it slightly behind his head, scrolling through the chaos.
everyone’s screaming about me. everyone wants to know who i am.
and all i can think is—fuck. this is how it starts.
“at kingston university, the athletes are kings and the girls of the dollhouse are their comfort queens.”
i said.
“smile pretty, pour the drinks, don’t fall in love.”
i swore i’d never be one of them.
but everyone has a price.
sometimes it’s attention.
sometimes it’s obsession.
and i fell for it
🎧 now playing: sorrows — bryson tiller
first night in the dollhouse and i already feel like the center of a damn circus. glow’s dragging me around like i’m her little project, whispering in my ear what to say, how to smile, how to move.
it’s not like i don’t know how to handle attention, but here it’s different. everyone’s watching.
floaters trailing the edges of the room, whispering like they’ve discovered a new toy.
“what should her nickname be?” one of them asks. they’re all circling me like vultures with smiles. i hear “doll” thrown around. “angel.” then lola, smirking, says “cat. she’s got that sharp look.” the floaters jump on it like crazy.
cat. guess that’s me now.
i keep pretending to be unbothered, but my eyes catch on glow every now and then. i’m not stupid. she’s got her eyes out for jungkook, the way she cranes her neck every time the door moves. i know she’s waiting for him.
"he's here."
the room shifts when he walks in. it’s not just the door opening, it’s the way everyone straightens, like the air got heavier. floaters go quiet, dolls flick their eyes toward him but try not to stare too long.
and me? i can’t look away.
black slacks, loose button-up rolled to his forearms, chains at his wrist catching the light. tattoos peeking out from under his cuff, crawling up his hand. his hair’s a little messy, like he didn’t even bother fixing it before stepping in—like he knows it doesn’t matter. he’s fine in that careless, dangerous way, like trouble walked into the room and decided to sit down.
he doesn’t smile. doesn’t even greet anyone. just scans the place with those sharp eyes, and when his gaze sweeps past me, my throat dries. he doesn’t stop. he doesn’t linger. but i feel it anyway—like i’ve been marked.
glow’s watching him like a prayer just got answered. but all i can think is, god, he looks even better in person than in the whispers.
“he liked her reveal post,” viv — glow's righthand says, just loud enough. she’s leaning on glow, half drunk but smiling like she knows something. “and now he’s here early? hmm. wonder why.”
my stomach flips. coincidence?
part 2 here
authors note: lmk what u guys think! i was thinking it was kinda slow at the beginning but dw, the hot stuff coming innnn PLSSS COMMENT!
First, I want to thank all the talented authors for sharing their incredible stories. I’m really glad I had the chance to read them, as each one was so engaging and full of heart. Happy Reading <3
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One wrong lyric was all it took for Jungkook to catch your secret — you’d never tried 69. And he wasn’t about to let you leave the hotel without a hands-on lesson.
idol!jungkook x songwriter!reader
warnings: smut with veeeery little plot, explicit sexual content (oral sex, 69, missionary), dirty talk & corruption kink (teasing, denial, praise), fingering, clit play, face-sitting, gagging on cock
an: this is a work of fiction: the characters and scenarios are entirely fictionalized and written for entertainment purposes only. The real people mentioned here are not represented accurately, and no disrespect is intended. Please remember to read responsibly and know the difference between fantasy and reality. 🖤
Talking about your current projects had become a kind of ritual in the studio, a tradition you never questioned, because in truth the boys were the reason you even had those projects in the first place.
Most days your work revolved around their songs, but the reach of their success had stretched so far that now other artists, even rival companies, came to you with requests. And while some of them were fairly ordinary, every now and then you were asked for something… unusual.
“So, speaking of interesting work,” you began, unable to suppress the amusement curling in your voice, “I’ve been writing lyrics for a collaboration between a male soloist and a female artist. Their companies wanted something a little scandalous, with a reference to…please don’t laugh! About the position sixty-nine.” Your expression gave you away the moment you said it, and their reaction landed exactly as you had braced yourself for.
Hoseok’s eyes went wide, his mouth forming a startled little “oh.” “Wow, that’s… weird,” he admitted after a pause, though his tone carried more intrigue than judgment. You couldn’t blame him; it wasn’t exactly the kind of concept most companies would risk. “But honestly, I think that kind of strategy could really work.”
“Definitely,” Jimin chimed in, lips pressing together as though he couldn’t help but be impressed despite himself.
“And how’s it going?” Jungkook’s voice broke through suddenly, casual enough on the surface, though the flicker in his eyes betrayed how curious he actually was.
You grinned and tugged your notebook out of your bag, the one worn smooth from years of drafts and finished lines. “Not bad. I’ve almost finished the whole thing. Do you want to see?”
They all nodded at once, leaning in eagerly as you flipped open the pages, and you groaned with mock despair. “Just don’t read it out loud, I’ll die of embarrassment.” Your plea only made them laugh harder, the sound filling the room as they scanned the verses in silence.
“It sounds great,” Hoseok said at last, his head bobbing as though he already heard the rhythm blooming to life in his mind. “I can’t wait to hear it with the music and arrangement.”
But then Jungkook’s voice cut across the easy atmosphere, low and thoughtful. “Wait,” he murmured, still holding the notebook instead of passing it back, “this line… doesn’t it sound more like…” His brows knit together as he glanced at you, the corner of his mouth tugging into something that was almost a smirk.
You opened your mouth, ready to defend yourself, but he didn’t give you the chance. “That’s not how it works, Y/N. Not even close.”
Your glare only made his grin sharpen, smug and merciless in the glow of the desk lamp. “What? I’m just saying…” he leaned back slightly, with his eyes glinting, “your research is seriously lacking.”
You narrowed your eyes at Jungkook, suspicion written across your face as you yanked your notebook out of his grip, clutching it back to your chest like a shield.
“Come on, Jungkook, it’s just a song. Not every single line has to be taken literally,” Jimin finally stepped in, his voice warm with defense, and you felt a small wave of relief. At least someone was on your side.
“Exactly. You’re supposed to leave space for imagination,” you added quickly, folding your arms across your chest with a little more defiance than you felt, though the studio air suddenly seemed heavier, pressing against your skin as if it, too, wanted to see how far this conversation could go.
Jungkook leaned back in his chair, eyes glittering with amusement, his mouth curving into that wolfish grin you hated for how easily it could undo you. “Sure. Except in sixty-nine it doesn’t feel like that… and it definitely doesn’t move like that either. Rookie mistake, I guess.” His voice was light, but the sharp edge of the tease landed squarely between your ribs.
Heat rushed into your cheeks before you could stop it. Talking with them in the studio had always been comfortable, sometimes deeply personal, wandering from music to the mess of life outside, but never had you been dragged into territory this intimate. And the worst part wasn’t the embarrassment; it was the way his gaze lingered, too steady, too knowing, as though he could see straight through every thin excuse you wanted to make.
“Alright, enough. We need to head to the other room and record the new track,” Hoseok finally cut in, mercifully ending the exchange, and you laughed too quickly, grateful for the out but unable to erase the prickling warmth crawling over your skin.
The boys shuffled out one by one, voices echoing down the hall, but Jungkook was the last to move, slow, deliberate, leaning against the doorframe with a kind of ease that only made you more tense. “If you ever need help with… practice,” he said, tone pitched just for you, “you know where to find me.” His wink was unhurried, like he already knew you’d keep it with you longer than you should.
“Very funny,” you muttered, trying for authority but hearing the wobble in your own voice, glaring at him like a teacher scolding an unruly student.
He tilted his head, smile spreading even wider, the silence between you stretching thin and electric. “Who said I was joking?”
***
The rest of the day slipped away almost without notice, the hours dissolving the way they always did whenever you drowned yourself in work so fully that time itself lost its edges. And truthfully, you loved days like that, when your head was filled with nothing but melodies and words, when your pen kept moving before your thoughts could catch up.
You had nearly forgotten the incident from earlier, your mind already tangled in the lyrics of an entirely different song, when Jungkook on his way home happened to see the light still spilling out from under your studio door.
He stepped inside without hesitation, and the sight of him made you smirk despite yourself, the memory of his teasing flashing unbidden in your mind.
“Hey, workaholic,” he said with a smile that was far too kind for someone who had been mocking you just hours ago, “you’re not mad at me, are you?”
“Me? Mad? About what?” You waved a hand dismissively, as though the idea were ridiculous. The last thing you would ever waste your energy on was taking offense at Jungkook’s harmless jokes. If anything, they had actually amused you more than they embarrassed you.
Still, you couldn’t resist adding with a dramatic pout, your lips pushing forward in mock frustration, “Although, come to think of it, maybe I should be mad, since now I’ll have to stay late and rewrite those lines.”
You fought back a laugh as his mouth curved, unbothered and mischievous all at once. “Well, just remember,” he said, tone deliberately loaded, “I’m always at your service… if you need help.” His wink landed sharper this time, deliberate in a way that made it impossible to dismiss as playful coincidence.
You scoffed, pretending to brush it off as he turned and slipped out the door, but the grin clung to your mouth stubbornly, long after his footsteps faded down the hall. And when your pen stilled over the page, your loose thoughts wandered places you hadn’t given them permission to go. Places where the conversation wasn’t a joke, where you actually asked him, seriously, to explain it to you.
You shook your head hard, as though you could scatter the idea like dust. Ridiculous. Completely ridiculous!
But still… it lingered.
***
You hadn’t planned to join BTS on their tour originally. Most of your work with the group usually happened inside the safe, familiar walls of the Seoul studios, where days bled together in a rhythm of drafts, demos, and revisions.
But this album was different. It was bold and sharp-edged in places where the boys wanted to dig deeper, and their management decided they needed you close as someone who could catch the lightning when it struck, someone who could turn their half-whispered ideas into verses before the inspiration slipped away. So here you were, following them from city to city, country to country, living out of hotel rooms that blurred together, your days filled with soundchecks and rehearsals, your nights with endless notes in the margins of your battered notebook.
Today, after the show ended, you were tired but restless in that strange way you always were after concerts, buzzing with the aftershocks of adrenaline that weren’t even yours.
You had showered until the water ran cold, tied your damp hair into a loose knot, and slipped into the soft comfort of cotton pajamas. The room was hushed except for the scratch of your pen as you sprawled across the bed, one knee bent, notebook open in front of you, trying to chase down a stubborn verse that wouldn’t quite resolve.
The city outside your window glowed faintly through the curtains, its noise muffled to a hum, a reminder that the world was still moving even as you sat suspended in the quiet.
When the confident knock came, it startled you more than it should have. You set the pen down, a small crease forming between your brows as you padded barefoot across the carpet.
It was Jungkook at your door with damp hair clinging in dark strands around his temples, a hoodie slouched over his frame, sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
The steam of his shower still clung to his skin, a faint trace of soap rising in the air between you, and he smiled the kind of smile that made it impossible to slam the door on him even if you’d wanted to.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he said easily, like this was the most natural thing in the world, as though knocking on your door in the middle of the night wasn’t already charged with something unspoken. His voice was low, softened by the hush of the hallway, and his gaze flicked past your shoulder, catching on the still-lit lamp and the notebook splayed across your bed. “Figured you were probably still awake working.”
You stepped back without thinking, already giving him room, and he brushed past you like he belonged there, dropping into the armchair with a sprawl of limbs that made the space feel suddenly smaller. The door clicked shut behind you, softer than your pulse in your ears, and when you turned he was already nodding toward your bed, toward the notebook you had abandoned in the tangle of sheets.
“Let me see,” he said, easy, certain, and you crossed the room automatically, fingers brushing over the cover before you handed it to him.
“It’s nothing finished,” you started, tucking a strand of damp hair behind your ear, “just rough lines for the album, nothing you haven’t seen before.”
But he wasn’t listening to your explanation. His hands moved with deliberate slowness, flipping past the half-polished verses you had slaved over all night, past the ones you thought might actually end up on their record. His thumb only stopped when it landed on the page you wished he’d forget existed, the one that wasn’t even for them.
Your stomach dipped. “Not that one,” you said quickly, reaching forward, but he shifted the book just out of your reach, eyes scanning the lines with a sharpness that had nothing to do with critique.
“Why not?” His mouth curved, a lazy smirk tugging at the edge. “It’s the most entertaining.”
You folded your arms, trying for irritation even as your cheeks warmed. “It’s not for you. And it’s not even done.”
He ignored that. His eyes flicked up, catching yours with merciless precision. “You know this line still doesn’t make sense, right?” His voice was lower here, threaded with something heavier in the quiet of the hotel room.
Your throat went dry. “It’s a metaphor,” you said, your tone sharper than you intended. “Not everything has to be literal.”
“Mm.” He leaned back, tapping the page with one finger. “Sure. But metaphors usually work better when they don’t sound like the writer has no idea what they’re talking about.” You glared at him, but he only grinned wider.
Your lips pressed into a thin line, though you could feel the warmth creeping up your neck. “I know exactly what I’m talking about,” you said, even if the words landed weaker than you wanted, your voice betraying the flicker of nerves threading through your chest.
Jungkook tilted his head, the smirk not leaving his face as he held the notebook like proof of your crime. “Do you?” he asked softly, letting the syllables draw out, his tone less mocking now and more… curious, almost dangerous. “Because if this is supposed to be about sixty-nine, then,” he tapped the margin, leaning forward slightly, “you’ve written it like you’re looking into each other’s eyes the whole time.”
Your breath caught, the heat in your cheeks flaring hotter. “So what?” you snapped, though the defensive edge faltered halfway through. “It’s a lyric. It doesn’t have to be exact.”
His gaze sharpened, fixing you in place like he could peel you open with a look. “Except that’s not how it works,” he murmured, his voice low enough that the air in the room seemed to thin around it.
“If you were really in that position, you wouldn’t be staring into someone’s eyes, Y/N. You’d be…” he paused, the corner of his mouth twitching as if to savor the effect of the words before he gave them to you, “too busy grinding down on their mouth while they pushed you lower on their cock.”
The sound that caught in your throat was closer to a gasp than anything dignified, your arms tightening around your chest as though that would stop the flush rising under your skin. “You don’t have to say it like that,” you managed, the protest sounding weak even to your own ears.
He leaned back into the chair again, spreading out with infuriating ease, like he hadn’t just set your pulse racing. “Like what?” he asked, feigning innocence, though his eyes gleamed in the dim light. “I’m just explaining why your line doesn’t work.”
“Explaining?” you echoed, but your voice came out thinner than you intended, not sharp enough to cut through the charged air between you. You tried again, fumbling for the safety of indignation, though it slid out softer, unsteady. “You’re…God, you’re trying to embarrass me”
The word should have landed like a slap, but even as you said it your throat was tight, your body humming with the wrong kind of awareness. Heat had pooled low in your stomach, your skin prickling under the weight of his gaze, and you hated the way the image he’d painted had already lodged itself in your mind with his mouth, his hands, the dizzying loss of control.
“And yet,” Jungkook said, his smirk deepening as though he could read every flicker across your face, “you’re still standing there listening.”
His tone was unhurried, almost lazy, but his eyes were merciless, dragging down the line of your throat to the way your arms folded tight across your chest, as though you could cage in the way your heart was hammering.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, desperate to look anywhere but at him, but when your eyes darted back, the sight of him lounging there, devastatingly sure of himself, only made your pulse jump harder.
“I’m listening because you won’t shut up,” you said finally, trying for sharpness, but it cracked on the edges, falling flat even to your own ears.
He laughed, and it was low and quiet. “No,” he murmured, leaning forward now, elbows resting on his knees, “you’re listening because part of you wants to know if it’s true.”
Your breath stuttered, your fingers tightening against your arms as if holding yourself together. You shook your head quickly.
“I don’t,” you said, but the denial was fragile, trembling, betrayed by the way your thighs pressed closer together, by the rush of heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment.
You hated the way his words lingered in the room, hated even more how your body responded to them before your mind could catch up. Your thighs pressed together instinctively, a small, betraying shift, and you prayed he hadn’t noticed. But of course he had. Jungkook always noticed.
He leaned further forward, elbows braced on his knees, voice dropping into that lower register that felt less like teasing and more like temptation.
“You wrote it like it’s romantic. Eyes locked, bodies moving soft, like it’s just another position. But it’s not and that’s the point.” His tongue darted across his bottom lip as he watched you, his gaze unflinching. “It’s messy, overwhelming. You can’t focus on anything but the way it feels, and if you’re doing it right,” his mouth curved,“you forget about looking pretty. You just lose yourself.”
Your breath faltered, heat blooming under your skin until you were sure it was written across your face. “You make it sound…” You trailed off, voice catching before you could shape the rest of the thought, because admitting it aloud would’ve been too dangerous.
He tilted his head, eyes glinting, catching the hesitation and pressing against it like a bruise. “Sound like what?”
“Nothing.” You shook your head quickly, retreating into the flimsy armor of denial, but your fingers fidgeted against the hem of your sleeve, tugging, betraying the restless energy that coiled tighter in your stomach.
“Not nothing,” he murmured, rising just enough to bridge the space between you, still holding the notebook but forgotten now, his focus pinned wholly to you. “You want to say it. I can see it.”
Your chest rose unevenly, your heart ricocheting as his presence loomed closer, as though the air itself had thickened. You should’ve stepped back. You should’ve shoved him away. Instead you held your ground, trembling slightly under the intensity of his gaze.
“I don’t!” you began, but the protest cracked down the middle, breaking under the weight of your own shallow breathing. You pressed your lips together, tried again, quieter this time. “I don’t need to know.”
“Then why are you blushing?” His words were a whisper now, a blade slipped between your ribs, soft but cutting. His eyes flicked briefly to your parted lips before returning to yours, and the curve of his smile was both cruel and devastatingly patient. “Why does the idea of it make you look like that?”
You swallowed hard, your body betraying every careful denial, your pulse loud in your ears. The truth pressed against your teeth, dangerous, desperate, begging to be let out.
“I’m not blushing,” you whispered, the words sounding unconvincing even to yourself, heat pooling traitorously low in your belly.
Jungkook’s eyes flicked over your face, lingering, tracing, savoring the way your denial cracked at the edges. “You are,” he murmured, quiet enough to make you shiver. “And you’re curious.”
The room was so quiet you could hear the hum of the city outside, the distant thrum of cars on wet asphalt, the faint buzz of the lamp that lit your notebook where it lay abandoned. But all of it was drowned out by your own pulse, racing in your ears, by the thick silence stretching taut between you and the boy sitting in your chair like temptation made flesh.
You wet your lips, your tongue flicking nervously across them, and his eyes followed the movement with laser precision. The raw and trembling words slipped out before you could stop them: “So… what is it really like then?”
His breath caught, the smallest sound of victory breaking free, and his smirk deepened into something slower, darker, hungrier. He leaned back as though he’d been waiting for this exact question, dragging the moment out until you thought you might combust from the weight of it.
“You want me to tell you?” he asked, voice smooth, threaded with that lazy dominance. His gaze dropped deliberately to the hem of your pajama shorts, then back up. “Or do you want me to show you?”
Your stomach flipped violently, every sensible thought screaming to walk away, to laugh it off, to change the subject, but your body betrayed you with the smallest shift forward, like a moth straining toward flame.
You swallowed hard, your throat aching with the effort of forming words, clinging to whatever scraps of reason you could still gather. “Jungkook… we work together,” you whispered, your voice fragile, as though saying it out loud might anchor you back to common sense.
For a moment, you thought it might. But then he leaned in, elbows braced on his knees, the shadows carving sharp lines along his jaw, his eyes holding yours with merciless patience.
“And what exactly does that change?” His tone was velvet over steel, unhurried, intimate, devastatingly sure of itself. “You think I’ll be able to sleep another night knowing you’ve never had it, knowing every single one of your boyfriends was too boring and too selfish to put you there?” His tongue brushed against his lip, slow, like punctuation. “That you’ve never had someone’s mouth buried between your thighs while you’re choking on their cock at the same time?”
Your breath faltered, shame and heat burning through you in equal measure, and you tried to look away, but his voice pinned you in place.
“You wrote it like it was pretty,” he continued, softer now, almost coaxing, “but it’s not. Not really. It’s raw and filthy. Your body doesn’t know where to focus when every nerve is lit with every muscle trembling. You’re falling apart because the more you try to take in your mouth, the harder they make you come. And the harder you come, the sloppier you get, until you’re both lost in it. That’s the truth you didn’t write.”
You gripped your own wrist, knuckles white, your body betraying you with every pulse of heat rushing between your legs. His words painted vivid images you couldn’t scrub away, and your thighs pressed together despite yourself.
“Stop,” you whispered weakly, though your voice cracked in the middle, betraying how little you wanted him to.
He tilted his head, studying you, his grin infuriatingly soft now, like he’d already won. “Tell me to leave, and I’ll go,” he murmured, voice like smoke in the quiet room. “But if you don’t… then let me teach you. Let me ruin you a little, so you’ll never write another line without knowing exactly what it feels like.”
Your chest rose and fell too fast, each breath ragged, tangled with want you couldn’t deny. His words left no room for escape, only the thrum of hunger curling low in your stomach, impossible to ignore.
And God help you, your lips parted with the smallest, trembling whisper: “Show me.”
The air between you thickened, pulsing with the weight of your whispered invitation, and for a moment he didn’t move, just sat there watching you unravel, his silence as dangerous as anything he’d said. Then, finally, he rose from the chair with a deliberate slowness, unfolding his body like he wanted you to see every inch of him take up space.
Your instinct was to retreat, but your feet stayed rooted where you were, your back tingling with the awareness of how close the bed was. He crossed the small space with unhurried strides, his eyes never leaving yours until he stood in front of you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body, close enough that the faint scent of soap still clinging to his skin wound around you like a noose.
“Show you,” he repeated softly, the corner of his mouth curling. His hand lifted, not touching at first, hovering just near your jaw, testing your stillness before his thumb finally brushed against your cheek. The warmth of his skin seared you, the simple stroke undoing what composure you had left. “You know what that means, don’t you?”
Your breath caught, your heart hammering against your ribs. “Don’t make me say it,” you whispered, your voice so thin it almost broke.
“I don’t need you to say it,” he murmured, thumb skimming lower, tracing the line of your lip until it parted beneath his touch. “I can feel the way you’re shaking. The way you’re already wet just from me talking about it.” His eyes flicked lower, dragging shamelessly over you. “You’re not nervous because you don’t want this. You’re nervous because you do.”
A tremor coursed through you, your thighs pressing together more instinctively, and his gaze dropped instantly, catching the movement, savoring it like proof.
“Tell me,” he coaxed with velvet-wrapped filth in voice, “do you want to know what it feels like to ride my mouth while I fuck your throat? Or do you want to keep pretending your boyfriends weren’t complete amateurs?”
You shook your head quickly, denial rising to your lips again, but the words never formed. His hand slid down, curling lightly around your wrist, tugging just enough to pull you a fraction closer, his body towering over yours now, crowding you back a step toward the edge of the bed.
“Answer me,” he said, and the command in his voice shot straight through you, dizzying.
Your lips trembled, your pulse a frantic drum, and still, against every shred of reason, the truth clawed its way free in a breathless whisper: “I want to know.”
His smile was devastating, like the victory had been his from the start.
Jungkook’s smile deepened, lazy and certain, and before you could blink he was guiding you backward, his hand sliding from your wrist to your waist, as he steered you toward the bed.
The backs of your legs brushed the mattress, and he dipped his head, his mouth finally meeting yours. The kiss was slow at first, his lips coaxing yours apart until the faintest sigh escaped you, swallowed instantly by the warmth of his tongue sliding against yours. His free hand cupped your jaw, tilting you up, angling you so he could deepen it, the kiss shifting from exploratory to consuming in a matter of seconds.
When he pulled back, barely an inch, his breath was hot against your swollen lips. “See?” he murmured, voice roughened now, “you sound like someone who really needs this.”
Before you could answer, his mouth was on you again, trailing lower your jaw, your throat, the delicate skin just beneath your ear. Each kiss heavier, wetter, his teeth grazing lightly as he sucked a mark into your neck.
The sound that tore out of you was helpless, and his hand slid under the thin cotton of your pajama top in response, broad palm flattening against your stomach before inching higher.
You gasped when his fingers brushed against your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple through the soft fabric of your bra, and he swallowed the sound with another kiss. His touch was deliberate, pulling at you until your back arched into his hand.
“Already sensitive,” he whispered against your mouth, the words laced with a smugness that made your stomach flip. His hand slid lower, skimming past your waistband, tugging at the elastic of your shorts but not slipping inside yet. “I wonder if you’re this wet for me already too.”
The heat in your body surged at the words, your thighs clenching together reflexively, and that was answer enough. He chuckled, and tugged at your shorts until they slid over your hips, pooling uselessly at your ankles.
He nudged you down onto the mattress fully now, pressing you back with the weight of his body hovering above yours. His mouth claimed yours again, rougher this time, his hand parting your thighs as his fingers finally slipped between them, brushing against the soaked fabric of your panties.
“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes dark as he pulled back just far enough to look at you, his fingers pressing a little harder against your wetness. “All this from me just talking to you.” He dipped lower, lips grazing your ear as he whispered, “Imagine what’ll happen when my mouth is on you.”
Your hips jerked up helplessly against his hand, the need clawing through your denial, tearing apart every reason you’d told yourself to resist. He smirked at the reaction, slipping his fingers under the fabric at last, dragging them slowly through your slick folds before circling your clit with unhurried precision.
The sound that escaped you was broken, your hand fisting the sheets as he worked you with an ease that made you tremble. His lips found your throat again, sucking hard enough to bruise as his fingers pressed deeper, curling until you cried out.
“Relax,” he murmured against your skin, each word laced with promise, “I’m just warming you up. You’re going to need it.”
His thumb flicked over your clit again, faster now, and your body bucked into his hand, pleasure building too quickly. He smiled against your neck, pulling back just enough to watch your face twist with need, his eyes dark with hunger.
“Not yet,” he said, withdrawing his hand suddenly, leaving you aching, desperate, gasping at the loss. He licked his fingers slowly, shamelessly, his gaze never breaking from yours. “I want your first time trying it to ruin you.”
With that, he shifted, pulling his hoodie over his head in one swift movement, the muscles of his chest and stomach flexing under the dim lamplight. His sweats hung low on his hips, the thick and straining bulge beneath them unmistakable now. He leaned back over you, lips brushing yours in a teasing kiss as his hand slid down your thigh, guiding it up around his waist.
“Let me show you, baby,” he whispered, voice wrecked with desire. “I promise you won’t think about anything else after tonight.”
“Jungkook…” Your voice was shaky, caught between protest and want, your lips brushing his as he hovered over you. “We shouldn’t… this is crazy…”
He cut you off with a slow drag of his tongue over your bottom lip. “You say that,” he murmured, fingers squeezing into the soft flesh of your thigh, “but your body is begging me to keep going. You’re soaked, Y/N. You can’t lie about that.”
Your breath hitched, heat flooding you at his words, your nails dragging down his bare shoulders as though to anchor yourself.
“You’re such an asshole,” you whispered, but the bite in your tone collapsed under the tremor in your voice, your hips rising shamelessly against the hard line pressed against your thigh.
He laughed low in his chest, leaning down to nip at your jaw. “Maybe,” he said, “but I’m the only one who’s about to make you feel something your boyfriends never had the balls or the skill to give you.”
You gasped at the bluntness, your hand tightening against his nape, a spark of indignation colliding with the hunger that had been building all night. “You think you’re that good?” you asked, breathless, trying for bravado even as your thighs betrayed you, pressing tighter around his waist.
“I don’t think,” he growled, shifting his hips so you could feel just how hard he was through the thin fabric of his sweats, rubbing deliberately against your core until you moaned. “I know.”
Your lips parted on a shaky breath, and before you could stop yourself the words slipped out. “Then prove it.”
His eyes lit with heat, his grin turning feral as he kissed you hard, swallowing the challenge like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he whispered against your mouth, sliding down the bed, lips brushing a teasing path down your stomach. His fingers hooked into your panties, tugging them down slow, savoring the way you squirmed beneath him.
“Tonight,” he said, voice low and rough as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against your hipbone, “I’m going to make you ride my face until you forget your own name… all while I fuck your throat until you can’t sing a single note back to me.”
Your head fell back against the pillows, a strangled moan spilling from your lips, every nerve in your body set alight by his words alone. “Fuck, Jungkook…”
“That’s right,” he murmured, dragging his tongue deliberately along the inside of your thigh, his hands pinning your hips down as you writhed. “Say my name while you lose your mind on my tongue.”
He spread you out beneath him like you were something sacred he’d been aching to touch, lips brushing over your inner thigh, his breath hot against the skin he refused to taste yet. You writhed, your hands twitching uselessly at your sides, until frustration forced a whisper from your lips, shaky and thin. “Stop teasing me… please.”
His laugh vibrated against your skin, before he finally leaned in and pressed his mouth to your core.
The first sweep of his tongue made your hips jolt off the mattress, a broken gasp clawing out of you before you could catch it, and he groaned low in his throat, gripping your thighs tighter as though he could pin you there forever.
“Fuck, you taste better than I imagined,” he murmured into you, and the filthy honesty made your stomach knot with pleasure.
You tangled your fingers in his damp hair, tugging without meaning to, your thighs trembling as he licked a long, deliberate stripe through your folds before circling your clit with unhurried precision.
“Jungkook–oh my God,” you cried out, your voice high and uneven, and he smirked against you, sucking harder until your legs shook around his shoulders.
“You hear yourself?” he asked, pausing just long enough to look up at you, his lips glistening with your slick. “You sound so fucking desperate already.”
“Shut up,” you moaned, but the command dissolved into another gasp as he slid two fingers into you at once, curling them perfectly, dragging against that spot that made your back arch off the bed. “God, don’t you dare stop.”
His laugh was muffled against your cunt as he obeyed, his tongue and fingers working in sync. You felt yourself spiraling, every nerve strung too tight, every thought wiped away by the fire he was coaxing out of you, until you were tugging at his hair, half begging, half warning. “I’m gonna..fuck, I’m so close…”
He pulled back suddenly, leaving you wrecked and trembling, your whimper sharp with frustration.
“Not yet,” he murmured, crawling up your body, kissing the sweat-damp skin of your chest, your throat, your lips swollen from his earlier kisses. “Not until you’re on top of me.”
Your wide eyes met his, heat still rushing through your body, and you stammered, breathless, “On top of you?”
His grin was pure sin as he shed his sweats in one fluid movement, his cock springing free, thick and already leaking at the tip. He guided your hand down, wrapping your fingers around him, groaning when you instinctively squeezed.
“Yeah. I want your mouth on me while I eat you out. That’s what you’ve been missing, baby.”
The words made your chest tighten, and though part of you wanted to snap back, the rest of you was burning to see if he was right.
You let him guide you as he lay back against the pillows, his hair fanned out against the white sheets, his body stretched out like temptation incarnate.
“Come here,” he said, voice wrecked with hunger, hands gripping your hips as he pulled you over him, positioning you until your thighs were straddling his face. His cock brushed against your lips as you adjusted, heavy and hot, and you gasped, dizzy with the sheer intimacy of the position.
“Jungkook, I don’t know...” you whispered, trembling above him, your voice caught between hesitation and want.
He tilted his head up, his breath scorching against your slick folds as he groaned, “Just sit on my face. I’ll do the rest. And take me in your mouth, babe. Don’t think too much.”
And then his tongue was on you again, deeper this time, and the shock of it stole every protest from your lungs. You moaned loud and raw, the sound muffled against the thick weight of his cock as you leaned forward, your lips parting to take him into your mouth.
The reaction was immediate with his groan vibrating against your cunt as your tongue slid along his length, his hips bucking up helplessly into your mouth.
He clutched your thighs tighter, pulling you down against his face, devouring you as though he couldn’t get enough, his tongue pushing into you, his nose grinding against your clit until your vision blurred.
You gagged softly around him as he hit the back of your throat, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, but the broken sound only seemed to spur him on, his moan muffled against your cunt. Your hips rolled, grinding against his mouth, his tongue, his lips, while you sucked him deeper, your own moans vibrating around his cock.
It was messy, overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once just like Jungkook promised. Your body was trembling, your pleasure feeding his, his feeding yours, until the only thing left was heat and sound and the frantic rhythm of both of you breaking apart in each other’s mouths.
The slick drag of his tongue and the weight of him on your tongue tangled together until you thought you might drown, but just as you felt yourself teetering on that sharp, dangerous edge, Jungkook pulled back, hands tightening on your thighs to still you.
You whined in frustration, the sound muffled around his cock, but he eased you off him, guiding your body to shift until you were straddling his waist instead, his mouth glistening, his chest rising hard and fast beneath you.
“What?Wwhy are you stopping?” you panted, your face flushed, your thighs still shaking from the relentless attention he had just given you.
His hands slid down your hips, gripping firmly as he sat up, his cock heavy and slick against your thigh. His eyes burned into yours, his voice breaking on a groan. “Because I can’t…fuck, I can’t let this night end without being inside you.”
Your breath hitched, panic and hunger colliding in your chest. “Jungkook, we…” You tried to protest, the words tripping over themselves, but then he shifted his hips, pressing the thick length of his cock between your folds, dragging it slow and deliberate through your wetness until the head nudged your clit. The shock of it tore a helpless moan from your throat.
“See how your body answers me?” he murmured against your lips, his tone rough and hungry as he rocked his hips, sliding his cock against you, coating himself in your slick. “You’re already begging without saying it.”
Your nails dug into his shoulders, your head falling back as the pressure built with every roll of his hips. “Please,” you gasped finally, the word ripped out of you like it had been waiting all night, “please, Jungkook… I need it, I need you inside me.”
He growled low, the sound guttural, like the plea had snapped the last restraint he’d been holding. He guided you onto your back, pressing your body into the mattress as his mouth devoured yours, all teeth and tongue. His cock pressed at your entrance now, the stretch beginning as he pushed forward slowly, groaning into your mouth at the feel of you opening around him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he moaned, forehead pressed to yours, his thrust shallow at first as though he wanted to savor it, to burn the sensation into his memory. “God, you feel like you were made for me.”
You cried out, the stretch overwhelming and perfect, your hands clutching his back as he filled you deeper, his hips snapping harder now. “Yes, oh my God, Jungkook, don’t stop,” you begged, your voice breaking, each thrust shattering you further apart.
His lips crashed against yours again, kissing you through every moan, swallowing every cry as though he needed them inside him.
“I won’t,” he growled into your mouth, his pace brutal now, the bed creaking beneath the force of his thrusts. “I’m not stopping until you come around me. Not stopping until I’m buried so deep inside you I ruin you for anyone else.”
Your nails scraped down his back, your legs wrapping tight around his waist, locking him against you as the heat in your stomach snapped. You came with a strangled cry, your body clenching hard around his cock, dragging a loud, guttural moan from his throat as his hips stuttered.
He kissed you through it, groaning into your mouth as he spilled inside you, the warmth flooding you as he thrust through both of your releases, desperate to stay lost in the slick heat of your body.
The sloppy and needy kiss never broke, your mouths locked together even as your bodies trembled against each other.
And when he finally tore his lips from yours, his voice was wrecked, whispering against your skin like a confession. “I needed this. Needed you. There was no way in hell I was walking out that door tonight without having you like this.”
***
The room was thick with the sound of your mingled breaths, the sheets damp and tangled beneath you, your bodies still pressed close, his weight heavy and grounding against you. Your skin buzzed, every nerve humming from the force of what he’d just wrung out of you, and for a long moment you couldn’t do anything but cling to him, your chest heaving as he kissed the corner of your jaw, the faintest brush of lips that felt almost tender compared to the wreckage he’d just left you in.
When you finally found your voice, it slipped out between shallow breaths, trembling with honesty you hadn’t meant to share. “Fuck,” you whispered, your fingers curling against his damp skin, “I think you just ruined sex with other men for me.”
He stilled for half a second, then leaned back just enough to look at you, and the slow, devastating smile that spread across his lips made your stomach twist all over again. “Ruined it?” he echoed, smugness dripping from the way he said it, his thumb brushing over your cheek like he was proud of himself.
You let out a shaky laugh, still breathless, your gaze hazy as you met his. “No one’s ever been that good. No one’s ever made me feel like that.” The confession was quiet, almost reluctant, but undeniably true.
He hummed low in his chest, satisfied and cocky, pressing his mouth to yours in another messy, lingering kiss. “Good,” he murmured against your lips, his grin unrepentant, “because that’s exactly what I wanted.”
And the way he looked at you then, like he was already plotting, told you he wasn’t finished proving it.
***
When one of them finally set the pages down, the smile tugging at his lips was exactly the kind of reaction you’d been hoping for. “It’s good. And so clever!” he said, tapping a finger against the lyric sheet. “Subtle enough that it won’t cause a scandal, but layered in a way that people who get it will appreciate. That balance is hard to strike.”
Another executive nodded in agreement. “It’s sharp, suggestive, but never vulgar. You’ve done very well.”
The praise sent a glow through you, as you tucked your notebook against your chest and bowed your head in gratitude. Relief fluttered in your stomach, chased quickly by pride, because this was what you worked for – the quiet thrill of knowing you’d nailed it.
Later, in the backseat of the car on your way to the hotel, you pulled out your phone, unable to keep the smile from your face as you typed quickly: They loved it. Said it was subtle, but sharp. The kind of lyric that people will whisper about.
His reply came faster than you expected, the three dots barely teasing you before his words appeared on the screen: Good girl. I knew you had it in you.
Your breath caught, the praise winding tight in your stomach, especially written like that. Another bubble appeared before you had time to recover: Guess I taught you well.
Heat flooded your cheeks, and you glanced quickly at the driver, relieved he was focused on the road. You chewed your lip, rereading the message until your pulse refused to calm.
And then his third message appeared, sealing it, sparking the kind of blush that burned all the way to your ears:
We’ll have to try something new soon. Don’t you think?
annaxmalina
kianamaiart
titsay
baratheonpilled
dededos
areudirty
janainaart
dailybridgerton
