These are some stories I made a list so I can read. THESE ARE NOT MY WORK ALL CREDITS GO TO THE AMAZING AUTHORS!
My recommendations are Jungkook and Taehyung fics!
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blake kathryn

Kiana Khansmith
taylor price
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we're not kids anymore.
Misplaced Lens Cap
noise dept.
trying on a metaphor

Love Begins
Sweet Seals For You, Always
styofa doing anything

PR's Tumblrdome
Claire Keane

Discoholic đȘ©
Xuebing Du
Show & Tell

romaâ
NASA
ojovivo

seen from Brazil
seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from TĂŒrkiye
seen from United States

seen from Japan
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Chile

seen from Germany

seen from Singapore

seen from Malaysia
seen from Mexico
seen from Brazil

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
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@bunnyykoo
These are some stories I made a list so I can read. THESE ARE NOT MY WORK ALL CREDITS GO TO THE AMAZING AUTHORS!
My recommendations are Jungkook and Taehyung fics!
MASTERLIST 1
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MASTERLIST 3
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Blue Hour
Summary:
A night shift on your delivery girl job makes your life make a 180 spin, you cant believe where you got yourself involved in, will you lose everything you worked so hard for? Will Jungkook be there to catch you if you fall?
genre: mafia au, mafia!jungkook, dark comedy, really light story, no major warnings.
tropes: forced proximity, enemies to lovers, Jungkook is a lovesick puppy, yearning, found family, ot7
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blanket tent for two | oneshot
Pairing : Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags : boyfriend! jungkook x reader, fluff, pure fluff, comfort, established relationship, power outage AU, monsoon season, domestic bliss, playful banter, fake capitalism, emotional honesty, cuddling, soft jungkook
Summary : When a massive summer monsoon violently knocks out the electricity, your chaotic K-drama marathon is brought to a tragic, sudden halt. Stranded in the dark with nothing but a vanilla-scented candle, an old Monopoly board, and a massive knit blanket, you and Jungkook turn a blackout into a battlefield of absolute nonsense and made-up rules. But as the high-energy banter settles into the quiet rhythm of the rain, the storm outside shrinks your entire world down to a single blanket cocoon, bringing out a soft, devastatingly sweet side of Jungkook that makes the rest of the world completely fade away.
Word Count : ~2.3k (pure tooth-rotting fluff)
Warnings : zero angst, extreme pouting from jungkook, aggressive abuse of fake Monopoly money, excessive cuddling, completely unrealistic board game rules
The thunder didnât just rumble anymore; it performed a full, theatrical percussion solo across the sky, violently rattling the old window panes until they buzzed in their frames. The sound vibrated straight through the floorboards, traveling up through the soles of your bare feet and settling like a low hum in your chest.
A split second later, a sharp, dramatic click echoed through the walls, and the entire house plunged into absolute, pitch-black darkness.
The sudden silence of the television cutting out left an eerie, hollow vacuum in the living room, which was instantly filled by the relentless, roaring drumbeat of the monsoon attacking the glass outside. It felt as though the world had suddenly been swallowed by the sea, leaving your apartment floating like a tiny, isolated island in the middle of a summer tempest.
For a five-second count, there was absolute, unmoving stillness. You sat frozen on the sofa, the remote control hovering in mid-air, your eyes wide as they strained to adjust to the sudden void.
Then, a loud, deeply tragic, incredibly theatrical groan cut through the dark right next to you. It was accompanied by the dramatic rustle of couch cushions and the heavy thud of a body throwing itself backward into the pillows in pure, unadulterated agony.
"No! No, no, no, the chairman was just about to find out that his secret identity had been discovered by his own pet bird! Y/N, why does the power always cut out during the season finale of the most beautifully unhinged drama on television?!"
A match flared to life with a sharp, crisp scritch, casting a sudden, dancing amber glow across the dark living room. Holding the tiny flame carefully between his fingertips, Jungkook shifted to look over at you. The light illuminated his face from below, highlighting the sharp, clean slope of his nose, the wide, sparkling depth of his dark eyes, and the messy fringe of black hair falling softly over his forehead. He looked like a remarkably handsome, friendly ghost who had materialized specifically to complain about television formatting.
His eyes crinkled with deep amusement, a soft, dimpled smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched you. "First of all, your priorities in a full-blown weather emergency are truly a work of art."
"Itâs not just a show, Jungkook! Itâs a masterpiece of modern storytelling, and the emotional stakes were at an all-time high," you huffed, already moving.
You dragged the heaviest, thickest, softest cream-colored knit blanket off the back of the sofa, wrapping it tightly around your shoulders, then around your waist, and finally tucking it under your feet until you were a completely sealed, impenetrable, self-sufficient burrito. You shuffled off the cushions and slid onto the floor, sitting cross-legged by the low wooden coffee table. "Itâs freezing in here now that the AC died. Bring the Monopoly board over here. I need to channel my emotional devastation into aggressive fake capitalism."
Jungkook chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that felt incredibly warm and cozy in the dim, chilly room. He leaned over the table, carefully bringing the match to the wick of a thick, three-wick vanilla-scented candle that sat right in the center.
The tiny flames caught, blooming into a steady, golden glow. Instantly, the living room melted into a warm, amber sanctuary. The long, soft shadows stretched up the walls and danced across the ceiling, creating a tiny, insulated universe meant strictly for the two of you. The storm outside felt miles away now, reduced to mere background white noise.
Jungkook climbed off the couch, his long legs moving with a casual grace despite the low light. He dragged the dusty, taped-up board game box out from under the TV stand, blowing a fake puff of air onto it to make it look ancient. He dropped it onto the wooden table with a soft thud and slid down onto the floor right across from you, his knees nearly bumping into yours under the table. The vanilla candle sat exactly between you, flickering like a tiny, domestic campfire.
"You realize I'm not showing you any mercy just because the lights are out, right?" Jungkook warned, his voice dropping into a playfully competitive, gravelly register. He rubbed his hands together, his dark eyes gleaming in the candlelight as he looked at you. "I am going to completely bankrupt you, Y/N. I am going to take every single piece of your fake colorful money, all your railroads, and your absolute dignity."
"Bold words for someone who can barely see which token is the top hat," you teased, leaning forward into the warm circle of light, your chin peeking out from the top of your blanket burrito like a turtle emerging from its shell.
"I am the thimble, obviously. It represents my sharp wit, my precision, and my protective nature." He opened the box, carefully sorting out the metallic pieces with his large hands. He picked up the pair of dice, shook them vigorously inside his closed fist, and blew on them for good luck before giving you a dramatic, intense look that was entirely ruined by the soft, bunny-toothed grin bursting across his face. "Prepare to weep."
He rolled. The dice clattered loudly across the cardboard, bouncing off the Boardwalk square, spinning wildly, and knocking over a little green plastic house.
You squinted through the dim light, tracing the numbers. "Ha! Income tax! One, two, three... yes! Income tax!" You cheered loudly, breaking one arm free from your blanket cocoon to point a finger triumphantly at his nose. "Pay up, Mr. Monopoly. The universe has spoken. It sides entirely with the burrito."
"This is a mistrial," Jungkook argued instantly. He pouted, his lower lip jutting out in that ridiculously dramatic way that always made it physically impossible for you to stay mad at him. He reluctantly counted out a crisp, fake hundred-dollar bill from his neat pile. "The candlelight distorted the gravity of the dice. The wind from the storm clearly affected the trajectory of the roll. I demand a legal, internationally recognized recount."
"There are no recounts in the monsoon, Jungkook. Pay the fine or go directly to jail."
For the next hour and a half, your living room became a chaotic battlefield of absolute nonsense, terrible accents, and breathless laughter. Because the dim, flickering candlelight made it nearly impossible to read the tiny, faded print on the "Chance" and "Community Chest" cards, you both simply started making up the rules as you went along, weaponizing the dark to your advantage.
When you landed on his carefully built-up Marvin Gardens, you confidently argued that "monsoon amnesty" was a legally binding clause in the official, invisible rulebook. You claimed that tenants were legally exempt from paying rent if the property was currently experiencing a power outage lasting longer than four minutes.
"Show me where it says that," Jungkook demanded, leaning across the table, his face getting so close you could see the tiny, dancing reflection of the candle flame in his dark pupils. You could smell the faint mint of his toothpaste. "Show me the legal text, Y/N. Point to the clause."
"It's written in special, invisible emergency ink, specifically for natural disasters," you replied with a completely straight face.
Jungkook let out a dramatic gasp, throwing his hands in the air and slumping back against the sofa behind him. "Unbelievable. Corporate corruption at its finest. I am being swindled in my own living room."
But, of course, he let you get away with it, a fond, soft smile tugging at his lips as he handed you zero dollars.
Ten minutes later, the tables turned. He landed on your Boardwalkâwhich you had aggressively loaded with three hotels using a suspicious amount of pink five-hundred-dollar bills. Jungkook didn't even try to argue or make up a rule. Instead, he clutched his chest, let out a piercing, theatrical gasp, and fell completely sideways onto the hardwood floor. He lay there entirely flat, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed, playing dead.
"I'm gone," he groaned from the floor, his voice muffled against the plush rug. "The financial stress has taken my soul. You are now playing against a broken spirit. My ghost will haunt this board forever."
"Jungkook, get up, you still owe me two thousand dollars. Ghosts still have to pay rent."
"Ghosts don't carry wallets, Y/N. My earthly assets are currently frozen in the afterlife," he wailed dramatically, making spooky, high-pitched ghost noises until your stomach hurt from laughing so hard. You picked up a crumpled wad of fake fifty-dollar bills and threw them at his face until he finally sat back up, shaking his hair out of his eyes and grinning like a triumphant kid who had successfully distracted you from his debt.
Slowly, however, the frantic, high-energy banter began to wind down, matching the steady, hypnotic rhythm of the rain outside. The storm seemed to settle into a deep, heavy pour, a thick sheet of water rushing down the glass in beautiful, shimmering waves. The air in the room grew noticeably cooler, a slight draft sweeping across the floorboards as the apartment building grew quiet.
You shivered slightly, pulling the knit blanket tighter around your shoulders, your teeth clicking together once in the quiet.
Jungkook noticed instantly. The playful, competitive spark in his eyes vanished in a heartbeat, replaced by an immediate, quiet attentiveness that always made you feel incredibly looked after. Without a single word, he abandoned his neat piles of colorful property cards, stood up on his knees, and moved around the low table to slide down right next to you on the floor.
"Hey," he murmured softly, his voice dropping into a low, soothing register that felt like a warm hug in the dark.
Before you could respond, he reached out with his large, warm hands, took a loose corner of your massive knit blanket, and draped it over his own broad shoulders. With a gentle, steady pressure against your waist, he tugged you sideways until your body was pressed completely against his side.
The contrast was immediate. Jungkook was incredibly warm, like a personal radiator. As you leaned into his side, you closed your eyes, inhaling the comforting, familiar scent of his clothesâa mix of fresh laundry, a hint of the vanilla candle, and that distinct, clean, earthy scent that belonged entirely to him.
"Better?" he asked, his arm winding securely around your waist, his fingers splaying flat against your hip to pull you securely into his space.
"Much better," you whispered, letting your stiff muscles relax.
Suddenly, the vastness of the dark, powerless house didn't feel intimidating or cold anymore. Wrapped together in the shared knit cocoon, you felt incredibly small but completely, untouchably safe. You rested your head against the sturdy, comfortable curve of his shoulder, your eyes drifting back to the center of the table where the vanilla candle flickered, casting golden ripples of light across the abandoned, messy game board.
Jungkook rested his chin gently against the top of your hair, exhaling a long, slow breath that stirred a few stray strands of your hair. His large hand rested against your hip, his thumb moving in slow, rhythmic, lazy circles over the fabric of your shirt. It was a silent, comforting motion, a reassuring beat that said I've got you, I'm right here. The playful, dramatic storm you had manufactured inside the house had completely cleared, leaving behind a profound, weighted stillness that felt almost sacred.
For a long time, neither of you spoke. There was no need to fill the silence. The world outside was loud, chaotic, and drowning in a summer tempest, but inside your little circle of golden light, everything was completely still.
"You know," Jungkook said after a quiet, lingering minute, his deep chest rumbling soothingly against your cheek as he spoke, his voice soft and thoughtful. "I was having a really stressful week. Just... a lot of noise in my head. Deadlines, training, feeling like I was constantly running out of time, trying to keep up with everything."
You shifted your head slightly, tilting your face up to look at him through your lashes. The golden candlelight traced the sharp line of his jaw, the soft curve of his lips, and the incredibly vulnerable, tender expression in his eyes. "Yeah?" you murmured softly, your heart swelling at his honesty.
"Yeah," he whispered, turning his head to look down at you. He broke his hand free from the blanket for a moment, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from your forehead, his knuckles scraping softly against your cheek before tucking the strand carefully behind your ear. His touch was incredibly lingering, hesitant, as if he were handling something fragile and infinitely precious to him.
"But the second the lights went out," he continued, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch, "and it was just you complaining about a television show in the dark, and making up ridiculous rules to beat me at a board game... all of that noise just stopped. It completely disappeared."
He looked into your eyes, his gaze heavy with an unspoken depth of affection that made your throat tighten. He pressed his palm against the side of your face, his thumb softly wiping across your cheekbone. "Itâs like the whole world shrank down to just this room, just this blanket. And I realized... I don't miss the rest of it at all. I don't need any of it, as long as I have this."
The raw sincerity in his voice hit you like a sudden, emotional wave. It wasn't the loud, teasing affection he usually used to make you fluster during the day; it was the quiet, devastatingly sweet kind of honesty that catches in your chest and makes your eyes burn with happy tears. It was the realization of just how completely you held his heart in your hands, and how safely he held yours.
Slowly, you reached your hand out from the warmth of the blanket and placed your open palm against his chest, right over his heart. Beneath the soft cotton of his shirt, his heart was beating a steady, powerful, reassuring rhythm beneath your fingers.
"I'm glad the world disappeared then," you whispered softly, your fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt, holding onto him.
"Me too," Jungkook murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down, his eyes closing as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. He held the kiss there for a long moment, breathing you in, his lips warm against your skin, before resting his cheek back against your hair. He pulled you even tighter against his chest, closing every single inch of distance between you until you could feel the exact rhythm of his breathing matching yours.
You sat together in the dim, golden sanctuary, watching your intertwined shadows dancing softly against the far wall, completely untethered from time, responsibilities, and the outside world. It felt like a memory you would keep stored away in a glass jar, perfect and untouchable.
Zap.
A sudden, brilliant, aggressive flash of artificial light illuminated every single corner of the room, followed instantly by the loud, mechanical, high-pitched hum of the refrigerator kicking back to life. The overhead ceiling light snapped back on, harsh, white, and blindingly bright, violently shattering the golden, candlelit bubble you had spent hours building.
You both blinked rapidly, wincing and squinting up at the ceiling in perfect, miserable synchronization.
"Oh, turn it off," you groaned, instantly burying your face directly into the warm crook of Jungkookâs neck to shield your eyes from the aggressive light, your hands gripping his shoulders. "It's too bright. The simulation is ruined. Tell the electric company I am filing a formal complaint."
Jungkook let out a sudden, loud, breathless laughâa deep, beautiful sound that vibrated joyfully right against your own chest. He didn't make a single move to get up and hit the light switch. Instead, with a mischievous grin spreading across his face, he grabbed the edges of the heavy cream knit blanket and pulled it all the way up over both of your heads, draping it over you like a low, protective roof.
Beneath the heavy fabric, the harsh ceiling light was completely blocked out, and you were plunged back into a dark, private, insulated tent of your own making.
In the shadows of the blanket, his face was mere inches from yours again. You could feel the warm, steady puff of his breath against your lips, smelling faintly of sweet vanilla. His eyes were sparkling with a soft, playful light, his bunny teeth peeking out as his smile widened in the dimness.
"Honestly?" he whispered, his voice full of gravity as he leaned forward to gently nudge his nose against yours in a sweet, lazy edit of a kiss. "The electricity can take its time going back to sleep. We still have a corporate dynasty bird to find, Y/N."
Ember Burning (M)
Author: kpopfanfictrash
Creative Contributor: @baebae-goodnightâ for this MOODBOARD WOO!
Pairing: Jungkook / Reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: Fantasy / Dragon / Enemies to Lovers
Synopsis:Â The dragon riders of Duret Ghal are known across the continent; fierce warriors who take to the skies on their leashed, winged beasts. You are the last Dragon Queen of Ashya, ruler of a dying species who can transform from human to Dragon at will. When a new foe emerges which threatens both Dragon and rider alike, you find yourself forced to broker peace with your former enemy. The King of Duret Ghal, and a dragon rider himself: Jeon Jungkook.
NSFW Warnings: oral (male and female), nipple play, fingering, multiple orgasms, big cock, dirty talk, hair pulling (her to him)âŠ. tattooed, man-bun jungkook who has a big sword
Trigger Warnings: somewhat graphic depiction of a shoulder injury Â
Word Count: 36,079
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WAVE đà§ part 1/2
waveâ your weekly anonymous psychoanalysis on cute boys with broad shoulders and pretty girls in tiny skirts. make sure to not miss any updates from campusâ favorite emotionally invasive blog!
jeon jungkook is a notorious lady pleaser with a weak spot for pretty girls with big vocabularies. so when he unexpectedly meets you, a journalism major who happens to be the prettiest girl he has ever seen, he terribly, miserably folds.
PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x journalist!reader
GENRE: college au, fluff, smut, angst
WC: 12.5k (for part 1)
WARNINGS/DETAILS: fem!reader, ie major!jk, secret identity reader, jk thinks sheâs soo pretty :( forced proximity?, readerâs kinda selfish sometimes, jkâs so horny the entire time, jk briefly kisses another girl, very cheesy college vibes, jealousy, alcohol consumption, smut wise: titty sucking, he hits it from the back, cowgirl, fingering, big d jk always
NOTES: okay you see, i write everything with the entirety of my heart and soul but this one carries details that are a bit too special to me compared to anything iâve shared with you before. of course itâs just another silly little fanfiction but i got a bit absorbed into the characters and world building. also it feels like iâve been working on this for ages so i wanted to share it in two parts bcs i was gonna lose my mind if i didnât post at least parts of it soon enough. i hope you guys feel and enjoy this the same way i did while writing <3
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There's a specific kind of loneliness that exists exclusively in university boys who project their fear of intimacy onto women and ruin their perceptions of love solely to keep their fragile egos away from slipping through their fingertips and breaking down like blades of glass.Â
Not because they're incapable of being loved. I'd say the situation is quite the opposite, actually. People like them are usually loved too loudly, too quickly. They become socially unavoidable before they become emotionally availableâ having mastered the art of making people feel personally seen while remaining uniquely difficult to access in return.
And maybe, that's where the actual problem begins.
Charm is easier to preform than vulnerability, attention is more addicting when you've never experienced a form of raw intimacy, and a real conversation probably feels worse than a pair of red, glossy lips.Â
Every generation repackages the same socially gifted boy with commitment issues and calls him different names, swearing this one is different than the last.
But surprise, it's not.
This year's version just happens to wear leather jackets and lip rings to nine a.m lectures while also somehow possessing actual analytical skills in addition to social onesâ perhaps the most alarming thing about Jeon Jungkook is that he isn't a business major.Â
Because boys like Jeon Jungkook learn early that if they remain entertaining enough, nobody will notice how carefully they avoid stillness; as though silence might physically harm them. Does an engineering major make him interesting? Maybe. But does it fuel his hedonistic lifestyle? Not exactly.Â
The bass is thudding loud enough to make the kitchen cabinets tremble with every beat, palpitating through the frat house in uneven waves. Alcohol that's cheap enough to poison you on an empty stomach spills over sticky counter tops, and the room reeks with the smell of warm beer mixed with something disgustingly similar to your ex boyfriend's cologneâ you're going to throw up.
But you don't. Because, well, you can't.Â
So you keep holding a cup of cranberry vodka in your hand despite accommodating a strong dislike for the drink, you keep your smile warm and flirty even though deeply missing the comfort of your bed and wanting nothing more than to rewatch Mamma Mia for the third time this month. And you keep bobbing your head along to the music even though you swear any house beat without proper lyrics would be enough to kill a fly.Â
You keep your chin high and your posture straight because you need this. You need something tangible. A reaction, anything capable of sitting inside your palm until you can carry it home and pour into words later. Because you've already wasted at least three hours of your precious friday night here and you are not leaving unless you find something worth pocketing.
Luckily for you, said Jeon Jungkook is standing at the center of it all.Â
His back is pressed against the kitchen counter as a girl keeps on kissing him as if the birth and death of her universe lies somewhere between his lips. Her fists are tangled in the collar of his leather jacket, tugging his body closer and closer into her smaller frame like distance is completely unnecessary, like she needs his body to melt and mold with hers to embody the entirety of proximity itself.
A familiar voice shouts his name from the living room, but Jungkook doesn't budge until someone else reaches over to steal the drink straight out of his hand, laughing into her mouth unapologetically.
He pulls away just enough to see whoever it is that's calling him, hands firming up on the girl's waist to stabilize himself. "Give me thirty seconds!" He shouts back casually.
The response is immediate. "You said that twenty minutes ago!"
"Then clearly I'm busy."
The girl in front of him rolls her eyes, hands loosening on his collar before dropping down to his chest. "You're an asshole."
"Mhm, you think?" He asks with a smirk playing on his lips, looking down at her.Â
"Do you ever take a break or is your case of over sexuality a medical condition?" Mingyu complains, drinking the beer he has just taken from Jungkook's hand as their shoulders bump into each other.
Jungkook finally pulls away fully, shifting closer to Mingyu. "You're obsessed with me."Â
Mingyu scoffs. "Unfortunate for Seoul's female population."
"Guys," Yugyeom interrupts, looking up from his phone with a sudden delight on his face, as if the light from his phone's screen has traveled and bloomed again behind his pupils. "Wave posted."Â
The reaction arrives in less than a second, because Wave had long stopped being just another anonymous campus blog sometime during sophomore year. It became something students enthusiastically refreshed during lectures, sent feverish screenshots to group chats at ungodly hours. Because everyone somehow grew to love Waveâ until they became the subject of it.
Jungkook closes his eyes briefly, sparing a fraction of a second to recollect the exasperation in his heartbeat, inhaling slowly. "I swear if this psychopath wrote about me againâ"Â
Yugyeom's grin widens. "Bad news, superstar."Â
"For fuck's sake." Jungkook mutters, snatching the phone away from Yugyeom's hand while Mingyu's laugh echos loudly from besides.
The familiar layout of wave flashes straight into his eyes, light blue and dreamy and so fucking pretty for a blog this cruel. Well, cruel would be an exaggeration, if you weren't Jeon Jungkook.
"Oh my god." Mingyu gasps. "Second paragraph is crazy."Â
"Crazy accurate." Jaehyun corrects, reaching over Jungkook's shoulder to keep reading.
"This person needs psychiatric help." He says flatly.
"Mhm." Jaehyun hums, taking a sip of his drink. "You say that because you secretly agree with everything."Â
Okay, you see, that's the problem with Wave.Â
The issue had never really been the concept itself, because Wave has always been undeniably good. Jungkook can survive a day or two of public embarrassment. God knows he has spent the last two years of university building an almost concerning amount of immunity to people's uncalled opinions. The problem is that whoever it is that's sitting behind that stupid light blue website is unsettlingly gifted at noticing things they absolutely shouldn't. The tiny, quiet things people lock somewhere safe beneath their hearts and reveal only when they trust someone with their lives.Â
It suffocates him sometimes, not that he'd ever say it like that.
"I'd rather die than agree with this hypocrite." He says instead.
Jaehyun nods dismissively. "Right."
The girl beside Jungkook leans over his shoulder, eyes laced with curiosity. "Wait, keep reading."Â
"Use your damn phone." He shuts her off immediately, handing the phone back to Yugyeom.
Yugyeom grabs his phone in one hand while he shakes Jungkook's shoulder dramatically with the other. "Did you do something to this writer we don't know of?"
"Why are you acting like i personally asked to be publicly humiliated?"Â
Mingyu shrugs. "Because you clearly enjoy it a little.
"I actually don't." Jungkook argues.Â
Majority of the people around him dissolve slowly, disappearing into the crowd to find their own group of friends to gossip on the article that just got posted, leaving Jungkook with his own group of friends who unfortunately do not make up the IQ of a normal person even when merged together.
"Hey," Jungkook says like he suddenly remembered something so crucial, angling his body towards Jaehyun. "Have you seen Mark?"Â
Jaehyun's brows pull together. "Thought he was coming later."
"He texted me like an hour ago."Â
"Your secret little rendezvous?" Yugyeom asks knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows.
Jungkook scoffs lightly, rolling his eyes. "Shut the fuck up."
Mingyu gasps dramatically. "You're cheating on us with the music major?"
"None of you are funny." Jungkook says, shaking his head once before letting his gaze drift around the kitchen while Mingyu and Yugyeom start arguing about something else entirely.
Then he spots you.
Oh.Â
Jungkook knows you. Okay, he doesn't exactly know you, but he knows of you. Through Mark, through Yugyeom, through this and through that but never truly by heart.
You, with a face carefully designed by gods, standing there mindlessly as if you aren't the textbook definition of beauty itself. You, who'd without a doubt get his cock rock solid in mere seconds by rolling your eyes and laughing at how dumb he is. You, who'd pretend to not be fazed by him while very obviously blessing him with flirty smiles and inviting eyes.
You would beâŠmildly inconvenient for him.
"Why are you staring at her like that?" Jaehyun asks from besides him.Â
Jungkook tears his eyes away immediately. "You're seeing things."
Mingyu laughs loudly, chiming in a beat later. "You literally are."Â
"Shut up."Â
"You don't even know her like that." Yugyeom adds, grinning.Â
"I know enough."Â
Jaehyun lifts his brows accusingly. "That is?"
Jungkook opens his mouth, but closes it again in no time. Because somehow saying prettiest girl on campus who'd drop him to his knees by casually using words he has to mentally spell twice feels a little excessive for a girl he's never had a proper conversation with in his life.Â
"Mark's friends with her, right?" He asks instead.Â
Jaehyun nods slowly, a little suspicious. "Yeah."Â
"Cool." Jungkook replies. And before any of his friends can say another word, he's pushing himself away from the counter and walking towards you.Â
Mingyu gasps dramatically behind him. "Oh my god, he's approaching."Â
"Act natural!" Yugyeom shouts over the music.Â
Jungkook scoffs in exasperation, but he doesn't turn around, walking towards you as he flips them off by waving a hand behind.Â
You notice him coming over almost immediately. Because Jeon Jungkook isn't exactly one to go unnoticed by many, and that sadly seems to cover you too. There is something annoyingly conspicuous about him, visible even in places that are so crowded you lose your friend within the bare minute of getting there.Â
Maybe it's the broad shoulders, maybe it's the tattoos and the lip rings that usually wink at you before even he gets the chance to, or maybe it's the fact that everybody seems to orbit around him with a push and pull so heavy it feels like he's the center of gravity itself.
It's probably the shoulders.Â
Miyeon, your gorgeous best friend, notices him too as his steps get closer and closer to where you are standing. Her lips twitch knowingly around the rim of her cup. "Well," She murmurs into her drink. "This should be interesting."Â
Jungkook stops right in front of you before you can reply to your friend. "Hey." He greets easily. And annoyingly enough, his voice sounds exactly the way the rest of him looks.
You tilt your head slightly, half empty cup swaying between your fingers. "Hey yourself."
Jungkook blinks once before letting out a breathy laugh. "Oh, this is already going badly for me."Â
Miyeon snorts into her drink, but you quickly nudge her arm before she says something she shouldn't. "I'm looking for Mark." Jungkook continues, gaze shifting back towards you. "Have you seen him?"Â
"You're looking for Mark?" You repeat, cocking a brow.Â
And for some reason, Jungkook's smile widens. "We were supposed to meet."Â
The answer catches you a little off-guard. Not because Jungkook knowing Mark is strange. It's not, everybody knows Mark. But because there is something in the way he says it. He's saying it seriously, with intention. Like whatever they're meeting about actually matters to him and that's not something you can coherently place somewhere solid in your head.
"You sound committed to that." You say before you can stop yourself.
Jungkook squints his eyes. "I can commit to things."
You take a sip of your drink, taking your time with the action as your brows raise with something laced with accusation. "You sure?"
Jungkook's eyes widen just slightly as Miyeon turns away, trying to hide her laughter. But she cackles anyway. "That's crazy." He says, a loose grin forming on his face. "You know absolutely nothing about me."Â
"You don't exactly strike me as somebody mysterious."Â
"Yeah?" He breathes. "What do i strike you as?"
You roll your eyes, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue. And whatever that happens in Jungkook's chestâ it's deeply unfortunate.Â
This is exactly his type, horrifically so. Pretty has never been an issue for Jungkook, he has been surrounded with pretty all his life. Pretty and mean, on the other hand, is apparently where the problem in his pants begin.Â
But before either of you can continue, Jungkook's name is yelled from across the room. "There you are!" Mingyu shouts, throwing an arm around Jungkook's shoulders after he makes his way towards you. "Some girl is throwing up on Jaehyun's shoes because you disappeared."Â
Jungkook closes eyes briefly, inhaling a long breath. "See? What's commitment if not that?"Â
You laugh despite yourself, loud and real and so fucking pretty Jungkook thinks he might've forgotten how to breathe properly.Â
"I'll tell Mark you were looking for him." You say.Â
"Appreciate it." He says before stepping backward towards the kitchen, then pauses suddenly. "By the way," He starts, causing you to raise a brow. "You're prettier than your articles sound."Â
Your expression freezes for a beat, lips parted and head still tilted. A lazy smirk dances on Jungkook's features before disappearing back into the crowd behind Mingyu, leaving you standing there with your drink still halfway raised.Â
Miyeon slowly turns towards you. "What the fuck was that about?"Â
Your eyes linger on the hallway Jungkook disappeared into, gaze floating like you've just wandered into an ocean with no trace of the start and end. Because no, you don't have an idea on whatever the fuck that was either.
Your phone buzzes before your thoughts can swallow you up any further.
namjoon:Â still awake?
Your eyes flick between the small digital clock on the corner and the text in the middle of your screen before your fingers move over the keyboard.
you:Â i'm at yugyeom's party
namjoon:Â you posted during a frat party?
You roll your eyes even though he can't see you, though you're sure he feels it behind the screen.
you:Â it was queued
namjoon:Â ah
namjoon:Â coffee at mine?
namjoon:Â you can sleep over
You lift your head at something Miyeon says, nodding your head without really listening to what she's talking about. You tuck your bottom lip into your teeth, weighting your options before deciding to give in.
you:Â wow, the honor
you:Â on my way
The city feels different after midnight.
Maybe not quieter, because noise never really dies down on friday nights. People like to laugh, dance, live. Because modern time doesn't really allow love anymore. Because people spare friday nights for themselves and keep it tucked somewhere they know it belongs. Because people yearn to belong and time doesn't like to stretch and bend around desire. It just moves.Â
The city feels softer, as if somebody reached over and mellowed the space so that everyone could find a place for themselves. At least, that's exactly the way you feel when your uber drops you off outside of Namjoon's apartment building twenty minutes after you leave Yugyeom's place. The clock is ticking past two in the morning, and by the time you make your way upstairs, your feet are aching and your social battery has officially ran out.
When the door opens, Namjoon greets you with that same old warmth you've had memorized for nearly four yearsâ almost the entirety of your college years. He gives you a hug before disappearing back into the hallway, informing you of how the coffee is almost done.Â
His place is dim except for the kitchen, where a warm light spills in and drapes over the entire apartment in a yellow hue. It always smells the same here. Not in a weird way, not at all. Just veryâŠspecific. It smells like books that have already been read at least twice and expensive coffee beans that are too niche for you to have any understanding ofâ because to the normal person, they all just taste the same.
Definitely not to Namjoon.Â
You slip your heels off by the door, following him into the kitchen after dropping your purse somewhere on the couch. "Do you want to lose all the sleep left in your system?" You ask, gaze dragging over the empty coffee mugs on the counter.Â
Namjoon stands in the kitchen with his back turned to you, dressed comfortably in some gray sweatpants and a dark colored hoodie. His glasses sit low on his nose, hair falling onto his forehead in messy strands. "I'm writing something." He says, a soft smile forming on his face as he pours in the hot liquid carefully. "How was the party?"
You climb onto the counter, plopping your body onto the marble as your legs dangle above the height. You unashamedly stare at him for a moment, taking in the sweats and the glasses and the fact that he somehow still looks put together despite the hour. Because Namjoon looks a little unfair like thisâ annoyingly intelligent and completely at home.
"It was loud."Â
Namjoon hums, handing you the mug. "The alcohol was terrible, i spent the whole night trying to keep Miyeon away from Yugyeom, and someone cried in the bathroom after throwing up on the floor."
"Sounds typical to me."Â
You take a sip of the coffee, then groan immediately because it's still too hot to drink, before setting it down with exaggerated annoyance dancing on your face. You trail behind him into the living room, pulling your legs beneath yourself as you sink into the couch while he settles right next to you with his laptop balanced over one knee.
"You're actually writing." You say, eyeing him over the rim of your mug.
"I told you." Namjoon says, giving you a brief glance before he turns his attention back onto the screen.Â
Your eyes absentmindedly drift towards the screen of his laptop, floating over the margins that are filled with notes, sections that are highlighted, pages filled with comments and edits that are all very Namjoon. And for a second, for the entirety of a thousand milliseconds that feel way longer than it actually is, your own laptop sitting abandoned inside the void of your apartment suddenly feels eccentrically heavier.Â
"My advisor hates me."Â
Namjoon doesn't look up. "Did he say that?"
You sink lower into the couch, sipping your coffee slowly without forgetting to blow onto it. You can not burn your mouth again, not a chance. "No, but he looked disappointed."Â
Namjoon sighs. "I know it sucks and you want to strangle him to the depths of death, but he just has high expectations from you."
You groan dramatically. "It's so annoying."Â
Namjoon hums, nodding along as his eyes scan through the screen. "How's the thesis going?"Â
That's when you gift him the pleasure of absolute silence. Because unfortunately, deeply unfortunately, somewhere along the way, your thesis and Wave started bleeding a little too much into each other and now everything feels way too personal and disgustingly intimate.Â
Not entirely, of course. Wave is still just a tool for you to learn and observe without tracing everything back to yourself. But lately, it has started to feel a little less objective and a little more on the edge.Â
You didn't lose the hang of it, not really. You're still the same girl writing with the same devotion for the same purpose. JustâŠthere has been small slips here and there, noticeable only to people who know you well enough to search for them.Â
You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. "It's progressing."Â
Namjoon's eyes drift towards you, and your gaze lifts until it catches his own in the air. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask when he stares at you for a second too long.Â
"You don't sound too truthful."Â
You scoff, then roll your eyes before grabbing the nearest pillow and throwing it in his face. But being the man he is, Namjoon catches it without looking. Damn him.Â
"You write about Jungkook a lot." He says suddenly.Â
You shrug. "He's easy material."Â
"You've written about him four times by now."
You pause, squinting your eyes as every piece of writing you've ever published in the last two years flashes through your eyes. Because there is no fucking way you've written about that tattooed excuse of sex on legs for four entire times. "Four?"Â
"Four." He repeats.Â
You drop your shoulders in defeat. "You're very unlikeable tonight."Â
"I'm just providing you with my opinions." He says, typing while speaking. "You can't ask for help if you aren't going to take my advice."Â
You pull your knees closer against your chest. "I don't ask for your opinions."Â
"You called me crying over an econ elective last year."Â
You sit up immediately, placing the mug onto the coffee table. "Okay, first of all, it wasn't entirely like thatâ"Â
"I distinctly remember you saying, and i quote, what do i do now, Joon, my future is over." He states dramatically, voice disgustingly sweet and high pitched as he mocks you.
You stare at him, frozen and absolutely horrified. "I was vulnerable."Â
Namjoon hums, and you let yourself fall backwards dramatically against the couch cushions, throwing an arm over your face as if that's enough to physically protect yourself from embarrassment and humiliation.Â
It doesn't, of course. Because nothing ever really preserves you from embarrassment when it's Kim Namjoon you're talking about.
A comfortable silence settles into the living room, allowing you drown yourself inside the small indicators of life around you. You can hear his keyboard clicking softly as he keeps working on something you have no idea about, the occasional scratch of the ceramic mug against the wood table, the faint jazz pieces playing from the speakers hidden somewhere further inside the apartment. And just as you were about to part your lips and make a comment on how his furniture is so outdated, he beats you to it.
"Oh."Â
Your arm slowly lowers from your face, eyes squinting and peaking above it. "What?"Â
"Are you still helping Mark with that project?"Â
Oh yourself.
Everything in you physically stills, slowly and painfully, like dread is begging to be felt properly until your bones ache and sizzle with the weight of it. Because youâ catastrophically, miserably, terribly; had forgotten all about it. Not in a small, oops, i should probably text him back way either. No, you had forgotten in a way that bordered on a severe case of friendship betrayal and negligence.Â
You close your eyes, inhaling a long breath. "Hypothetically speakingâŠ"Â
Namjoon finally looks up. "You forgot, didn't you?"
You did, and of course he notices. Because if Kim Namjoon has spent four years studying journalism, he has spent six studying you.
Namjoon had become one of those people that had entered your life quietly yet stayed just as loudly, making himself impossible to imagine a life without in absolutely no time. Just like wine or Wave or the concerning amount of mediocre sex you've been having since your last boyfriend.Â
You had met him during the first few weeks of your freshman year when he was already a junior and head editor of the university journal. Back then, he existed in your head less as a person and more as a terrifying academic urban legend you'd never admit looking up to. But you didn't have to admit it out loud, because even the older students spoke about him with an obnoxious amount of respect.
You hated him.Â
But obviously, that didn't last long. As you kept sharing nights filled with stories, words and worlds no one knew existed besides the two of you, he started to matter. He'd remembered your exam dates, bought you coffee during finals, edited your essays at three in the morning. He'd answer your phone calls involving emotional breakdowns over electives and boys and broken sink pipes, then solve whatever crisis you were having in little to no time.Â
So naturally, somewhere along the way, your editor had turned into an older brother and became annoyingly good at reading youâ so much that you're sure he keeps a version of you that's all bare and vulnerable somewhere hidden in his furthest drawers.
Because he knows you. Good enough to notice the tiny moments where Wave feels a little too personal. To notice the way that sometimes, your thesis blurs into the rest of your life and you get caught up in the gravity of it all, so much that the project you'd promised to help with weeks ago somehow slips away from your mind despite Mark being one of your dearest friends.Â
Because Namjoon doesn't forget, and Mark will definitely kill you if you don't show up at his studio with breakfast and two cups coffee by tomorrow morning.Â
Musicians who are brave enough to lay their souls open between rhymes and harmonies have always felt intimate.
Music is vulnerable, always has been. Everyone knows that. But there is something utterly naked and personal beyond the in reach vulnerability of it all.Â
It's the little things.
The version of them that existed on a random Tuesday in October, the argument they never really recovered from yet still shaped them into whoever they are today. The person they almost loved, the one they did loveâŠThey leave pieces of themselves behind between late nights and early mornings, and it never matters whether it's accidental or not. Because everything they touch transitions into something that carries their traces and that's enough to feel their souls on top of your own.
And, i think, that truly sums up Mark Lee as a person.Â
Because Mark has always felt like someone composed of the little things. He'd attach songs to memories you won't realize matters until months later, respond to texts even if it wakes him up from his sweetest dreams. He'd turn feelings into poems and records then archive them in anything that's permanent.Â
In college, people tend to think popularity belongs to the loudest person in the room. But despite being loved through the depths of the ocean until the very end of Milky Way, Mark Lee has never really been loud.
Just unforgettable.Â
Three days later, you find yourself standing outside of Mark's studio with two iced coffees in one hand and a kind of resentment that's loud yet entirely unserious in the other. Because Mark has spent the last forty eight hours guilt tripping you through frantic phone calls and dramatic text messages. And you, for some reason, can not for the life of you bring yourself accept the fact that you've forgotten your promise and properly apologize.
At least you got the coffees.Â
You push the studio door open without knocking, because Mark has never once respected your privacy and therefore doesn't exactly deserve it in return. As the door falls unleashed and sunlight spills until it drapes over you in a golden glow, there are a few things you expect. A Justin Bieber song Justin Bieber himself has probably forgotten about, unfinished coffees and half empty beer bottles scattered around the room, maybe even his ex girlfriend lounging somewhere in the corner because you're almost entirely certain Mark would slip straight back into her heart if she ever left it even slightly open.Â
But Jeon Jungkook is not one of them.
He's sitting besides the mixing desk, leaned back comfortably in his chair wearing a black hoodie with headphones hanging around his neck, one leg bouncing lazily beneath the table while he scrolls through something on his phone.
He looks up from the screen when the weight of your presence becomes impossible to ignore. He blinks once, twice, then smiles.Â
Shit, he has dimples.
"Well," Jungkook says slowly, leaning back further into the chair as he drags his eyes over you. "This just got better than i expected."Â
Your reply comes immediately. "No."Â
Jungkook blinks, eyes widening just slightly. "IâŠdidn't even say anything."Â
"You thought of it."Â
He cocks a brow. "Thought of what?"Â
You roll your eyes, dropping your purse onto the table before leaning your hip against it. "You know what." You say, and he silently stares at you for a second longer before the corner of his mouth starts twitching.Â
This doesn't make sense. Not at all.Â
Because certain people feel attached to certain places long before they step into them. Mark belongs in studios and beneath the stars and somewhere right in the middle of your heart. Namjoon belongs beneath the warmth of yellow kitchen lights and homes that silence everything else until it's quieter than the rest of the world. Miyeon belongs anywhere between flowers and pretty cafes that somehow never match up to her beauty.Â
And JungkookâŠJungkook belongs beneath flashing lights that paint his features in colors that would look good on nobody but him. He belongs in crowded spaces and with girls who lean in a little too close whenever he speaks. He belongs anywhere loud and alive.
Just not here. Because music feels too intimate for him somehow.Â
"You know." He says after a moment, still smiling. "I thought there was a chance i imagined you."Â
You let out a low chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest after placing the coffees onto the table. "That's a little dramatic."Â
"I'm being dead serious."Â
"Well, you approached me." You say, tilting your head slightly, letting your eyes drift over him before they return back to his face. "And you don't seem to have that strong of an imagination."
"You're mean."
You groan playfully, leaning your hip against the armrest of his chair. "That's so not true."Â
A small smirk plays out on his lips. "Good thing i like my girls with a little attitude."Â
Pardon? Your girls?
"You're being very brave today."Â
Jungkook stares at you for a second, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek in a way that's not rude, just playful enough to carry traces of something cocky beneath it. He lets the silence melt and sit right in the middle of your bodies for a beat too long, then speaks.
"You're flirting with me right now."Â
Your head snaps towards him immediately, and you almost choke on your own saliva. Not because you're shocked. How can you be when he has built a whole persona on candied words and pretty girls and an ego that's definitely bigger than what's between his legs. It's because he says it so easily, and you hate that.Â
So no, absolutely not. You, flirting with Jungkook? No way in hell.Â
You narrow your eyes. "No, I'm not."Â
"Mhm." He hums, swinging left and right in his seat with a growing grin on his face.Â
Okay, no. That's enough. You're not doing this any longer. You don't want Jeon fucking Jungkook to think he has a chance at having you naked and open and wide on his stupid iron man mattress. You don't want to demonstrate the size of his cock with your hands when Miyeon asks on girls night, and you most definitely don't want Mark walking in on you bickering like two horny teenagers with the self control of fucking rabbits in heat.Â
So you change the subject.Â
"You sing?"Â Brilliant.Â
And peculiarly, his smile softens a little at your question. Not drastically, not enough for the entire room to shift and bend around him until it's his breath only you're drowning inside. But it's enough. Enough for you to notice the way something gentler briefly peeks through before hiding again. And you, for some reason, find yourself reaching over and folding it carefully to hide somewhere safe amongst all the other precious details people accidentally leave behind. Somewhere only you carry the map of and know how to find again.Â
Jungkook glances up. "Sometimes."Â
Sometimes.Â
It's funny how he says it, like it matters too much that his tongue can not carry the weight of it, so he just shrugs it off like it's anything. Sometimes, he says. As if Mark would ever involve someone who does it just whenever. As if Mark would ever reach for something that's sitting right in middle of his soul and hand out a piece of it to just anyone.Â
"You look judgemental." He adds.
You shrug. "I'm just surprised."Â
Jungkook's eyebrows lift at your answer, like he knows there is another thought sitting beneath it, quietly waiting for the permission to exit. But before he can get the chance to ask about it further, the studio door suddenly swings open.Â
Mark walks into the room with an amount of rush that should be concerning for this time of the morning. His hair is messy, bag is tucked beneath his arm and an iced americano is trying to balance clumsily between his fingers as he tries finding a place to squeeze himself in.
"Okay, first of all. Traffic should be considered the worse case of masochism the human kind has done to itself." Mark rambles, barely waiting for the door to close behind him before speaking, words tumbling out of his mouth in consecutive complaints.Â
"And you," He kicks the door shut with his foot before continuing, pointing a finger at you. "After forty eight hours of emotional neglect, show up with iced lattes? I don't drink lattes. That's for pussies who don't understand coffee."Â
You roll your eyes. "I do something nice and you still complain."Â
"You completely forgot me and brought coffee out of guilt."
You pause, looking down at the table before speaking again. "It's still coffee."
Jungkook laughs quietly besides you before Mark cuts in again. "Okay, so basically," He breathes, gesturing around the room. "This is my senior project, the one I told you about three weeks ago and you forgot because you apparently don't care about me anymore. It's a short film of my album with a narrative concept." He turns to Jungkook. "He's singing."Â
Your eyes drift around in silence, taking in the headphones and the sheets filled with lyrics and the fucking sometimes he threw at you as if it meant nothing.
"And you," Mark angles his body towards you. "Are helping with the writing."Â
"Mark," You argue, because what can you possibly be writing? Music? You don't do music. You write people, you write anything between stories and analysis but not music.
"Don't Mark me right now. You agreed to this weeks ago." He says as he rolls his eyes, chugging down his coffee. "The story. You're writing the narrative and the emotional structure, obviously."
Oh. Right.Â
Because of course Mark wouldn't just make music. No, he has always been incapable of touching one art form without dragging five others to it. Because Mark Lee is a man of passion and he won't do anything without making it entirely his.Â
"Apparently you said music without context feels lonely to Yoongi's trap arrangement last week." Jungkook says without really looking at you, swinging mindlessly in his chair.Â
Your head snaps towards him. "How do you know that?"
Jungkook blinks once, like he hadn't expected to say that out loud yet did anyway. His eyes flicker between you and Mark before he collects himself back together and shrugs casually. "Mark talks about you."Â
That'sâŠannoyingly sweet of him.Â
"You talk about me?" You coo with a voice disgustingly candied, head tilted as you reach for Mark's arm.Â
"Oh my god."Â Mark groans dramatically, but he doesn't pull his arm away. "No, because Jungkook, don't let her fool you. She acts all nice and sweet then suddenly you're buying her food and driving her to places."Â
You open your mouth immediately, ready to defend yourself. You turn towards Jungkook, response already on the tip of your tongue, ready to be spilledâ only to stop.
Because Jungkook is already looking at you. Not in a weird way, not in the way boys usually look at pretty girls when they think nobody is noticing. JustâŠgentle. His smile is still there, only now it has grown and molded into something smaller. The kind that doesn't really ask for attention, the kind that simply stays there because it wants to. His eyes feel softer too, like's he's really listening, sitting through the spaces of your presence until he feels it permanently engraved into his mind.
It feels a little precarious.Â
And perhaps the most annoying thing about Jungkook is that the disappointment never really arrives.
Because eventually, the conversation shifts and folds itself until time starts passing in a kind of haziness where it melts into something thinner. Mark disappears into one of his passionate spirals regarding symbolism and the basics of music theory and you somehow find a way to contribute just as passionately despite not exactly having the qualifications to do so.Â
That's normal. That doesn't surprise you, it has happened enough times to not be the slightest of a deal. But Jungkook, Jungkook surprises you.Â
Maybe not dramatically, maybe not in ways worth writing Wave articles about. It's the little things, tiny things that somehow fill in the entire space and make their way into the dearest corners of your heart.Â
Like how he listens with his entire body, the way he turns towards whoever it is that's speaking and stays there, like he genuinely thinks people deserve to be heard all the way through. The way he never interrupts Mark despite the fact that Mark tends to over explain things as if he himself personally invented art and human emotion. The way he nods along quietly, asks questions at exactly the right moments without ever interjecting anyone and reaches over to hand you your drink when you start looking for it.Â
And somewhere in the middle of the complexity of it all, Jungkook sings.Â
Mark points towards the recording booth in the middle of his nth rant today, and Jungkook pushes himself up from the couch besides you with a small sigh before disappearing behind the glass doors of the booth. And for some reason, your eyes follow him through each passing second, because simply standing behind a microphone with overhead headphones should not look this different on somebody.Â
Because suddenly, he's stripped out of everything you've subconsciously built for him. And for some stupid, sick, twisted reason, Jungkook looks ridiculously hot like this.Â
He adjusts the headphones over his ears before leaning towards the microphone slightly, eyes lowering as Mark presses something on the screen.Â
His voice happens a beat of two after the music starts, and it happens big. Like waves crashing into rocks, like starts falling down the sky, like spring melting into summer and summer clashing against fall.Â
It's stupid.Â
He's not bad, god, you wish he was bad. No, not at all. Because Jungkook sings exactly the way the listens. Softly, fully, like he throws himself into it before realizing he's doing it. Like somewhere in the middle of every rhyme and every note and every breath, there are pieces of him patiently waiting to be discovered.Â
You understand why Mark chose him.Â
Jungkook drops beside you onto the couch with a tired groan after Mark decides he's poured enough of his soul for today, and you find your eyes grazing over him as he scrolls through something on his phone.Â
"You're staring." Jungkook says, not even looking up from his phone.
You blink. Fuck. "Excuse me?"Â
He hums, lips twitching beyond his control. "Mhm."Â
You angle your body a little more towards him. "I literally wasn't."Â
He nods, still not looking at you, but he's still smiling.Â
You stare at his profile for a little longer as Mark works over the keyboard in silence, then find the words escaping your mouth before you can hold them in. "You sound different when you sing." You say quietly.Â
Jungkook stills a little. Just a tiny, little falter that happens in his body. His eyes lift slowly from the screen, then catch yours before speaking. "Different?" He asks.
You shrug immediately, trying to fold the conversation into something drastically more casual. "Just less annoying."Â
Jungkook laughs, shoulders shaking beside you. "Less annoying." He repeats, grin growing.Â
You roll your eyes immediately. "Don't let it get to your head."Â
"You know," He says after letting a beat pass, and you turn your head back towards him. "You say very mean things for someone who can't seem to stop staring."Â
Your brows lift in offense. "I do not stare."Â
He blinks. "You do."Â
You scoff. "You're delusional."Â
Jungkook hums softly. "Earlier, when Mark was talkingâ"Â
You don't let him speak. At least, you try. "No."
"And then when i was recordingâ"Â
"Jeon."Â
He's fully smiling now, like he's getting the most ridiculous amount enjoyment he possibly can get from this. You stare at him in silence, lips parted and expression faltered. Jungkook stares right back at you, that stupid smile never really leaving from his lips. And for some sick and twisted reason, your stomach does a tiny little flip that irritates you through the entirety of your skin and bones.Â
Then, as if god has finally acknowledged the depths of your suffering, Mark cuts in exactly at the right time. "Oh my god." He gasps.Â
Jungkook blinks from next to you, gaze drifting onto him. "What?"Â
Mark doesn't respond for a moment, and that's deeply concerning for a man who'd speak even at the verge of death.
You slowly sit up. "Mark?"Â
His frozen state continues for a beat longer before he suddenly springs up from his chair. "No no no."Â
"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks as his brows pull together, leaning onto his knees.Â
"I," Mark starts, looking down at his feet before he slowly, dreadfully searches for your eyes. "I'm late."Â
Jungkook scrunches his nose. "You're late for what?"
Your eyes widen when the realization slowly stretches then breaks through you. "Oh my god." You breathe dramatically.Â
"Stop saying oh my god!" Jungkook snaps, thoroughly lost.Â
Mark closes his eyes, taking in a long, guilty breath. "I'm supposed to be meeting up with Yerin."Â
Jungkook's phone falls onto the couch. "You're meeting your ex?"
"You're late to meeting your ex." You correct. "And you're wearing that?"
Mark looks down, eyes taking in the gray sweatpants and the black hoodie he has worn so much it's practically another color now. "Oh my god."Â
He quickly gathers up his belongings, then slings his bag over his shoulder before making his way to the door. He's able to take approximately three steps before he suddenly stops, and slowly, very slowly, turns to you.
"Can i take your car?"Â
You blink a few times before responding. "Absolutely not."Â
"Please," He begs, bending above his knees with impatience. "Please, I'll do anything. Imagine if she thinks i stood her up. She's going to leave me for good this time and I'll be left to crumble and die in my own sorrow."Â
After two or five separate sequences of long inhales and deep consideration, you give in. "If you scratch it, I'll kill you."
He runs over to you fast. "Thank you, thank you. Oh my god, i love you."Â
"Okay, okay. Stop." Before you even get the chance to return his hug, he's already grabbing your keys and shoving it into his bag. Jungkook stares from besides you silently until the very last second of Mark's departure, then bursts into laughter the moment the door closes shut.Â
"Stop."Â
"I'm trying." Jungkook says between fractions of laughter.Â
You sigh. "No you're not."Â
"I'm literally trying my hardest."Â
Liar.
Because now, he's laughing properly and somehow it's the prettiest thing you've heard all week, minus his singingâ which is a whole another problem of its ownâ and you feel yourself physically falter at the sound of it.Â
You stare at him for a minute longer before eventually drifting your eyes towards the studio doors instead. It's irritating how you're now painfully aware of everything else all over again. Spring air brushing softly against your skin through the window, the distant sound of laughter and conversation somewhere across campus, the way Jungkook is seated close enough that if you shift half an inch closer your shoulders would probably brush.Â
"So," Jungkook has finally, and thankfully, stopped laughing. Though the smile is still sitting there loosely. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys, swinging them around his finger. "Guess I'm driving you home."Â
You were about to mindlessly give into defeat when suddenly, you remember one, tiny little detail.Â
Jungkook doesn't have a car.
You breathe slowly. "You ride that stupid motorcycle."Â
His brows lift immediately. "That stupid motorcycle?"Â
Your lips part, then close again when he cuts you off, lips twitching cockily. "You remember."
You scoff loudly. "You spent like twenty minutes talking about it."Â
"Mhm."Â
"And your personality is unfortunately very loud."Â
"Mhm." He hums, tucking his phone into the back pocket of his jeans as he mindlessly collects his things. "You remember." He repeats with a growing grin.
"Stop saying that." You complain, following him behind through the door.Â
And ten minutes later, you hate yourself.Â
Genuinely.
Because now, you're standing outside beneath spring air and bright streetlights while Jungkook straddles his motorcycle like this isn't singlehandedly the worst thing that has ever happened to you.Â
Because suddenly you're surrounded by things you've never considered before. Like leather jackets and silver rings and tattooed biceps you want to suffocate and die inside.Â
You don't tell him that, of course.Â
He glances at you over his shoulder before slipping on his helmet. "You coming?"Â
There is a moment where he is met with a complete, utter silence. Because, first of all, you've never been on a motorcycle before. And second of all, there is a very physical, very obvious problem with motorcycles.Â
Where the fuck are your hands supposed to go?Â
Jungkook watches the way something between conflict and irritation flashes across your features, expression faltering slowly. He pauses along with you, then smiles knowingly. "You've never been on one."Â
And the way he says it is absolutely stupid. Because he doesn't ask, it's not a question. He has somehow read you devastatingly well and has made a statement about it. One that is entirely correct.Â
"I have not."Â
"And you're scared."Â
Excuse you?Â
You blink. "Scared?"Â
Jungkook says nothing, then places both of his legs on the sides of the vehicle as he patiently waits for you. You stare at him for long enough, then with the amount of dignity one can preserve in situations involving pussy clenching tattoos and massive biceps, you walk over.Â
"Need help?" Jungkook asks as you struggle deciding how to position yourself.Â
You shake your head immediately. "No."Â
Lies.
Because an entire thirty seconds later, you're still trying to figure out how people get on these things without publicly humiliating themselves.Â
"You know," He starts carefully, voice softer now." "I can help."
You look up slowly. "How?"Â
"Come here."Â
Your eyebrows pull together. "What kind of instruction is that?"Â
He sighs softly, calling your name. And for some stupid reason, the way your name rolls and falls out of his mouth does something irritating to your nervous system.Â
You hate that.Â
Because suddenly, the air feels warmer than it did thirty minutes ago. Because suddenly, he is patiently looking at you with those pretty brown eyes of his and the space between you feels so small that the lack of distance physically blows your breath away.Â
He holds a hand out towards you. "Come here." He repeats.Â
You stare at his hand, then at him, then back at his hand. And for reasons you will absolutely be denying later, you place your hand in his.
Jungkook's fingers close around yours immediately. Warm, firm and unreasonably effortless, as if he doesn't even think about the action twice.Â
He gently guides you forward and suddenly you're standing between his arms for one devastating second too long as he explains something about where to place your foot and how to balance and honestlyâ
Honestly, you don't hear a single fucking word.Â
Because Jungkook is standing too close. Because his voice is low and his presence is warm. Because somewhere above you, he quietly lets out that sweet laugh again and you think that's the exact moment you realize this might be becoming a bigger problem than you ever thought.Â
"You listening?" He asks.Â
No, you're not. Not even a little.
Some men are just plain irritating.
The kind of men who make you think you're special after two dates. The kind of men who act as if their love and desire for you is past the lethal dose, long sitting far away from what's acceptable after taking you out for one drink.Â
They start remembering your birthday, then your coffee order, and then the stories you tell absentmindedly. They pay attention in all the ways that matter until suddenly, they don't.Â
They start disappearing slowly. Late responses transition into cancelled dates and cancelled dates drag over white lies and empty promises. And before you know itâ they're gone.Â
Some people become memories and some people insist on staying as habits. Unfortunately for Kim Yugyeom, habits are significantly harder to quit.
Campus looks a little prettier at night, with string lights tangled carelessly around trees to soften the sharp corners of concrete sidewalks and buildings that usually look painfully monotone and disgustingly gray beneath daylight. Music that's floating around blends into laughter and conversations until everything feels like it's dipped into something warmer, casting the green scenery in a dimly golden hue.
People become prettier at night too. Like darkness reaches over to soften and hide all the sharp edges daylight stubbornly insists on exposing. You think it has something to do with poor lighting and the desire to dress each other up in a way that's aligned with our own fucked up fantasies, but that doesn't change the fact that you'd much rather time stops at nine in the evening instead of morning.
Miyeon walks beside you with a cup of vodka and something fruity in her hand, complaining passionately about one of her professors as if he has something personal against her and is failing her out of spite. When, in reality, she has been way too caught up in toxic ex boyfriend drama and seasonal depression.
Anyone who says spring depression is not real is lying. Because your best friend has been going through one for the entirety of march and april and may and you're not sure if it'll pass by july.
But it's fine. You love her and Mark loves her and you're sure she will be fine. Yeah, maybe Yugyeom is six feet tall with a face carefully structured by the higher powers above us. But he's utterly stupid and completely undeserving of the crazy stupid love provided by your gorgeous best friend.
"No because explain to me why participation counts in my grade." Miyeon complains beside you, taking another sip of her drink as if she has the attendance and exam results to cover up the mess caused by her miserable participation grade.Â
You blink. "Because participating matters?"Â
Miyeon stops walking like you've offended her beyond all measure, then turns to you very slowly. "The institution has corrupted you."Â
You let out a laugh immediately, shoulder bumping against hers as the crowd thickens around you. "Maybe your GPA is a little important and passing isn't always enough." You add with a playful smile.Â
"You've changed."Â
"Okay." You drag out the word until she physically can not hear anything after the o.
"Namjoon did this to you. You were fun and sexy until junior year and now you're a disgusting hard copy of that man."Â
You scoff. "Leave Namjoon out of this."Â
Instead of responding to you, Miyeon narrows her eyes through the crowd before you can properly defend both yourself and Namjoon's imaginary honor. Your eyes follow her line of sight without thinking too much of it, and you still just a second after Miyeon does.Â
Because standing near one of the food trucks with drinks sat carelessly in their hands are Mingyu and Jaehyun. But that's not the point, Mingyu and Jaehyun are fine, you've actually shared that infamous econ elective with Jaehyun during junior year and he surprisingly turned out to be sweet and worth a couple hours of your precious time.Â
Jungkook, on the other hand, is not ideal. But not ideal is also fine, you can bear with non ideal to an extent. What's thoroughly, completely, utterly impossible, is Yugyeom.
God truly does not love you.Â
Miyeon physically freezes besides you. And, I repeat, she doesn't subtly falter. She stills.Â
Then, Jungkook looks up at exactly the wrong moment, finding your eyes and catching them in air before anyone else gets the chance to steal them away. His eyebrows lift slightly in amusement before a smile slowly spreads across his face, and it feels a little concerning the way he does it. Because Jungkook smiles like he means it. Like the smile happens to him before he can realize and reconsider.Â
His line of sight is followed before any of you can do anything about it. It starts with Mingyu, then Jaehyun. Which is fine, because we've already established that Mingyu and Jaehyun are harmless.Â
But Yugyeom? Not even close.Â
"Oh no." Mingyu says the moment he spots you. And honestly? Very fair reaction.Â
Because unfortunately, Kim Yugyeom has always had an exceptional talent for creating versions of Miyeon you hate.Â
Jaehyun lifts his drink awkwardly. "Hi?" Very brave of him. Very brave.
Miyeon smiles immediately, too animated and too polite, before you can even think of interfering and softening the impact of it all.Â
"Hi Jaehyun." She says, tone too normal despite the situation.
"Miyeon," Yugyeom greets, voice casual and light like her name belongs naturally inside his mouth. Fucking hypocrite.
"You cut your hair."Â
No.
No, you're not doing this right now. Absolutely not. Because, okay, first of all, what kind of thing is that to say to your ex girlfriend of two whole years? And the worse part of it all? Miyeon cut her hair three months ago. Three, entire, months.
Yugyeom blinks one whole minute after the words leave his mouth when no one responds to him, like the sentence leaves his mouth and arrives back to him sixty seconds later. But it's already late for realization. Too fucking late.Â
A long silence passes, and you feel it physically sizzle and slice right through the surface of your skin. "Right." Miyeon mutters a beat later, and you close your eyes with a long, suffering inhale.Â
Somewhere in the middle of the discomfort settling over everybody like a layer of second skin, you catch movement from the corner of your eye as if the situation isn't terrible enough.Â
Jungkook, of course, is already looking at you. Because he seems to have made it into a habit.Â
Miyeon laughs beside you. "Three months, by the way."Â
Yugyeom falters. "What?"Â
"My hair," She starts, letting her eyes drag over him. "I cut it three months ago."Â
It's a little funny now. You know, the entirety of the situation. You do everything in your power to not stare at the two of them, gaze drifting around your surroundings instead. And it turns out that you, as of right now, are not the smartest person in the room. Because across from you, Mingyu suddenly becomes deeply interested in the swirl of his drink, and Jaehyun seems to be counting the birds in the sky. Jungkook? That, you don't know. Because you're sure he's still looking at you and that's the second thing your eyes are trying to avoid.Â
"Right." Yugyeom says again, like saying right enough times might eventually make the situation right, even though it won't. Because none of you are stupidâ well, except for Yugyeom himself, it seems.Â
Then, Mingyu suddenly claps his hands once, and the sound echoes so much louder than he intended it to. "Okay!" He exclaims with an amount of enthusiasm that should genuinely award him an Emmy. "Amazing! Love this energy. It's so deeply casual."Â
Miyeon laughs again, a little softer than the one she let escape minutes ago. It's not enough to bounce and spill and take over the atmosphere the way it usually does. But for now, it's enough to let you breathe.
"Sorry," She says through another laugh, shaking her head. "No because, you're unbelievable."Â
Yugyeom squints. "What did i even do?"Â
You scoff. Obviously, that's not surprising. Kim Yugyeom deserves a hundred more of those. But Mingyu and Jaehyun scoff along with you. And, oh, Jungkook too.Â
Maybe society has hope after all.Â
That's when you stop keeping up with their conversation, because their steps slowly get closer and closer to each other and farther and farther away from you until the volume of their voices lower down enough and exist only for the two of them.
Not that you're complaining. Not at all. You're thoroughly relieved and you do not want to hear another word of this pointless conversation.
Mingyu leans over and lowers his height next to you. "How traumatized are we?"Â
You laugh, relaxing a little. "A solid eight out of ten."Â
He places a hand over his chest dramatically. "Thank god." He exhales. "For a second i thought i was alone in this."Â
You laugh again, and peculiarly, somewhere in the middle of cheap drinks and Mingyu defending his dignity like his life depends on it, your shoulders begin dropping one by one.
Everything softens after that.
Mingyu gets distracted after spotting somebody from one of his classes and suddenly starts passionately discussing basketball statistics with Jaehyun. Miyeon and Yugyeom slowly become figurines in your peripheral visionâ still there, still existing, but further now. And somehow, Jungkook ends up right besides you.Â
Maybe not intentionally, maybe not obviouslyâ but he does. It happens in that natural way he seems to be very adamant on keeping recently.Â
You become aware of him in pieces. The warmth of his shoulder besides yours, the sound of his laugh whenever Mingyu says something ridiculous, the traces of alcohol and masculine cologne in his scent whenever wind shifts in your directionâŠTiny, stupid things people leave behind accidentally.
And unfortunately, you've spent your entire life collecting them.Â
"You're less guarded tonight."Â
You blink, then turn around slowly, eyes locking with Jungkook who is looking at you over the rim of his drink, a smile sitting loosely against his mouth.
"I'm always like this."Â
Jungkook lets something between a breathy laugh and a scoff through his lips. "Liar."Â
You roll your eyes. "You think you've got me all figured out."Â
He shrugs. "I just pay attention to you sometimes."
Fucking flirt.Â
You're only half listening to Mingyu's latest spiral on getting cheated on with a girl when Jungkook's phone vibrates against the grass. Jungkook glances down, picks the phone up, then groans when he reads whatever text that has been sent to him.
"What?" You ask.
"Mark,"Â
Your brows pull together in confusion. "What did he do?"Â
Jungkook lets his head fall back slightly. "He forgot the hard drive at the studio."Â
Jungkook stares at his phone for a beat longer, exhales, then turns towards you. "Come with me."Â
And he is met with silence. Because for a moment, for a long, dreadful sixty seconds, silence surrounds you too. Music still continues behind you but it feels distant now. People laugh, lights glow, but all of it feels very far away. Solely because of the way he says it.
Because Jungkook doesn't ask. No do you want to come? No you can if you want. He just tells you to come with him as if he already knows the answer.Â
You narrow your eyes, trying to play it off. "Is that confidence i'm seizing?"
"No." He says, smile growing into something gentler. "I think it's hope."Â
Oh.
Jungkook pushes himself up from the grass, then extends his hand towards you. Not dramatically, not enough to create a whole deal out of it, but enough for your eyes to drop down to it automatically then back to him as if a hundred different scenarios have just flashed across your mind.Â
You take his hand.Â
By the time you reach the studio, you're a little warm. Not because of walking, not because of the weather, but because of something you absolutely can not say out loud.Â
Jungkook pushes the door open, then lets you walk in first. Warm light spills through the room and reaches straight into your pupils the moment you step in, and you physically have to tap your thigh twice to recollect yourself back together.Â
Space feels a little different when it's just the two of you.Â
Jungkook walks ahead towards the mixing desk, still looking through his phone. "Mark said he left his hard drive somewhere."Â
You hum, eyes drifting around. But it all feels absent, a little pointless. Because you're painfully aware of the tiny things all over again. Jungkook pushing his sleeves up, the way strands of hair falls into his eyes, how the sound of his voice fills in the empty roomâŠ
Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's exhaustion, or maybe it's the way spring nights make people a little delirious. Stupid pollens.
You let a quiet breath escape and turn away before your brain decides to become any more humiliating than it already has tonight. "How does a music major forget a hard drive?" You ask, voice bouncing a little too loudly through the empty studio.
Jungkook shrugs. "It's Mark."Â
Fair.
You snort quietly and drift towards the couch instead, letting yourself drop against the cushions while Jungkook continues opening drawers and moving papers around an unnecessary amount of concentration.Â
For a minute, for the short time being, neither of you says anything. And maybe that's your first mistake. Because lately, silence with Jungkook has become as dangerous as vodka on an empty stomach.
Your eyes lift before you can stop them. That's definitely your second mistake.Â
Because Jungkook had pushed his sleeves higher at some point and now his forearms are exposed beneath the dim lights of the studio and you miserably need those long, tattooed fingers curling inside your pussy.Â
He crouches beside the desk, pushing his hair back before another strand immediately falls over his forehead again. "Found it." He says, and your head snaps back up.
Jungkook, unfortunately, is already looking at you. Not at the hard drive, not at the desk, just you. And for a second, neither of you says anything. Because maybe this is one of those moments where silence becomes too delicate for words. Moments that sit so carefully between people that speaking feels like touching glass with bare hands.
Your stomach tightens embarrassingly beneath your ribs as Jungkook's eyes drag all over you before they settle and stay on your face. He takes a step closer, then another, and then speaks softly. "What?"
Your brows pull together despite yourself. "What what?"
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You keep staring." He says, voice lower now.Â
"And you don't?" You reply, voice barely above a whisper as you rise up to your feet.Â
"I do." Jungkook replies. There is barely an inch between your bodies now, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. "But i don't lie about it, pretty girl."Â
Your entire body stiffens at that. But it's not the pretty girl, not at all. It's the way he says it. Because Jungkook doesn't rush you, he never does. He doesn't smirk, doesn't tease. Just stays there looking and waiting. Like he is giving you room, like stepping away is still an option.Â
And the worst part is, you don't want to step away.Â
Silence stretches and stretches until it begins feeling alive. His eyes drop down to your lips, then lifts back up. For one devastating second, Jungkook looks at you like he is trying to memorize something. Like he's collecting little things too.Â
His hand lifts, thumb softly tracing over the line of your jaw. "I've been patient for so long." He speaks over your lips. "And i know you feel it too. But i need to hear your words if you really want this to happen."Â
Your breath catches and flips over halfway through your throat, chest rising and falling in a slow, heavy rhythm. "Jungkook,"Â
"Tell me," He starts, thumb stopping by the bottom of your lip. "If you want me as bad as i want you. Becauseâ fuck, I've been good, i've been patient but i'm terribly desperate and i need to know if you are too."
"Please," You try, but you've already stopped thinking altogether.Â
"Please what, baby? I need you to use your words."
"Kiss me." You fit the entire weight of those words in a tiny little breath and Jungkook's lips are on yours in an instant.Â
The kiss starts out slow, his lips moving against yours gently as if he is savoring every ounce of its taste on the farthest corners of his tongue. Your hands find the nape of his neck, pulling and pressing him closer until distance can't bear existing anymore.Â
Jungkook's hands drop down to your waist, tugging you closer so that your hips clash against his. You whimper into his mouth, and he swallows it without wasting a single second.Â
Because Jungkook has been waiting.
This isn't what the does, not at all. Jungkook has never been a patient man. Not with desire, not with girls. He takes and gets taken in blinks and fractions and secondsâ easy, casual, weightless.Â
But you, you've turned into something devastatingly different. Because for weeks now Jungkook has been wanting without touching, looking without takingâ ever since you laughed and rolled your eyes prettily at Yugyeom's party that night. He has spent nights thinking about your lips, mornings replaying the sound of your laugh and entire conversations searching for traces of hidden meanings beneath your words like a man slowly losing his goddamn mind.Â
Jungkook doesn't wait. He doesn't ache over girls. He doesn't sit awake late at night remembering the way they looked at him beneath dim studio lights or think about the possibility of their hands touching his. But with youâ fuck.Â
With you, he has become unbearably aware of himself. You've made him patient in the cruelest way possible. Because now he notices everything and god, the pretending has been killing him.Â
And now you're kissing him back as if you've been just as gone. And that thought alone is enough to fold and mold his brain into something disgustingly mushy and achingly dizzy.
"More," You moan between kisses, body practically begging for his touch.Â
Jungkook's stomach flips upside down. "Yeah? Want more, pretty? Want me to touch you?" He squeezes the plump meat of your ass through your jeans, and your hips jerk into his with the feeling.Â
His hands roam all over your body before stopping right at the hem of your top. His fingers fiddle with the fabric before he pulls away to look at you properly, and you give him your consent dressed up as a weak nod.Â
Jungkook pulls your tank top over your head, eyes stuck on the way your boobs bounce beneath the lace of your bra with the movement. He physically, loudly, groans at the sight before plastering wet, open mouthed kisses on the soft skin. Your head falls back in pleasure, hands tangling in his soft locks. Jungkook pushes his head further into your tits before he reaches over your back and unclasps your bra in one swift motion.Â
Your ass hits the armrest of the leather couch when he lowers himself to take a nipple into his mouth, fingers toying with the other. You moan in short, consecutive whimpers as his tongue laps and flickers over the hardened nub, the wetness in your panties growing and growing.Â
His cups your pussy over the your jeans, fingers pressing into your core over the fabric. The pressure is utterly mind blowing because the course denim stretches and digs into you further, causing you to cry out in pleasure.Â
"Touch me properly, Jungkook." You force out, desperate to feel him on your bare skin.Â
Jungkook scoffs between kisses. "Greedy, aren't you?"Â
He unbuttons your jeans, fondling with the zipper for a beat too long before he can unzip and get you out of it.Â
He pushes your panties aside with two fingers before sliding them into you. Your cunt sucks him in immediately, already way too wet and way too impatient for any form of foreplay.Â
Jungkook tilts his head to look at the way his fingers are slipping in and out of you. "Shit, pretty. Look at that. You're gripping me."Â
"Jungkook," You cry out, hands curling around his biceps for support. "Needâ need your cock, please."Â
He lifts his eyes up to look at your face properly, then sketches and carves every line of your expression onto the deepest corners of his heart.Â
He slowly pulls out his fingers, then draws circles on your swollen clit before pulling away to take off his own clothes. His shirt flies away first, and you can't help but gawk at the bare sight of his chest. Arms, shoulders, absâ you're lucky if you don't cum right then and there.Â
He gives you a small, knowing chuckle before unbuckling his belt, tossing the jeans somewhere across the room along with his boxers. Your lips are parted beyond your knowledge, eyes stuck on the hardened sight of his length.Â
You've never seen a cock as pretty as that.
You're not sure if you'd ever even thought a cock was prettyâ because usually, to you, they're far from that. But Jungkook, god, Jungkook is so fucking pretty with a tip so pink you think you want to suckle on it like a lollipop and a length so massive you desperately want it to choke you.Â
You wouldn't be mad if your cause of death had suffocated on cock written on it all uppercase in bold letters.Â
And Jungkook just laughs. He fucking laughs.Â
"Don't worry, pretty. It's all yours." He says, kissing your lips once more before motioning to turn over. "Now turn around and bend over for me." He adds, pushing your back lightly so that you're completely bent over with both hands gripping on the armrest of the couch.Â
Jungkook drags his tip across your folds, spreading your slick all over your cunt before he slowly pushes it in. You feel his tip first, letting you adjust to the stretch as he sucks in a sharp breath at the warmth of your walls. You moan loudly when he presses half of his cock into you, fingers firming around the cushion.Â
"Oh god," You breathe, uncontrollably pushing your ass higher into the air. He slams in the rest of his length at your movement, and your back arches even deeper. "Fuck, Jungkook. You're soâ so big. I can't."
"You can, princess. I know you can. You'll take every inch like a good girl. Gonna make me proud, aren't you?"Â
He completely slides out out slowly, and before you can whine at the emptiness Jungkook slams himself back in. You moan loudly, head empty and thoroughly dizzy.Â
Jungkook starts fucking into you, one had gripping firmly onto your waist as the other toys with your nipple from the back. He is filling you up so good you're going to lose your goddamn mind. You feel so full, stretched and stuffed to the fucking brim. Your walls suck him in desperately, walls clenching and tightening around his fat cock as he pounds into you recklessly.
"Yes, fuck. Wanna be good for you." You mutter messily as his thrusts get deeper and deeper, cock twitching inside your wetness.Â
"I'm close." You breathe.Â
"I've got you." He says, and you hate how assuring the words sound.Â
You let yourself go just as he starts playing with your clit from behind, stimulating you as you milk your juices around his cock. He helps you ride out your high, chest pressing onto your back as he plasters small, reassuring kisses on your shoulder.
You feel physically nauseous at the domesticity.Â
"Switch with me." You say after coming down from your orgasm, straightening as his cock slides out of you.
Jungkook's body falters, brows pulling together. "What?"
You roll your eyes, pulling away. "Sit, Jungkook."Â
Jungkook somehow obeys without another word, dropping his body onto the couch beneath you. You hold his shoulders from above, placing your legs at both sides of his hips before reaching for his cock.Â
Jungkook's breath stutters when you take him into your hand, pumping him a few times before aligning him with your entrance. You slowly sink down onto his length, and you both moan simultaneously when you take every inch of his dick into your pussy.Â
"Shit," He moans, your name dancing prettily on his tongue. "You're so hot."Â
His fingertips dig into the soft skin of your hips, head thrown back lazily as he moans through parted lips. You bounce on his dick with every ounce of energy that's left in you, thighs aching as he twitches inside your walls.Â
Jungkook lifts his head a little to properly take in the sight of your bouncing tits, nearing his high.Â
"Where do you want me?" He asks, voice low and breathy. Your stomach churns at the question, nails scratching his broad shoulders.Â
"You can cum inside."Â
He's going to die. He is going to fucking die but at least he'll die a proud man with his cum stuffed inside you.Â
And just as Jungkook was about to close his eyes and release inside you, your phone rings.
His lips part to say something, but you beat him to it. "Just shut it off."Â
Jungkook's hand weakly finds your phone, pressing the close button twice without looking at it. Of course he doesn't look, he'd be insane to drift his eyes away from the way your soft, perky tits are bouncing up and down in his own hold. But the ecstasy lasts so long as fifteen seconds until your phone rings again.
Jungkook flips it over this time. The name on your phone's screen flashes right through his eyes and he feels his heart stumble and drop straight into the rock bottom of his stomach
joon <3
would love to hear what you think <3
ride â jungkook
jungkook x you (femreader) | 3.3k words summary â spotting jungkookâs weight session in your home gym. harmless, right? rating â 18+ (sex, course language) a//n â this one is by far my favourite. masterlist
The soft, distant thrum of music playing was the only sound travelling through your otherwise peaceful home. You had set yourself up for a quiet afternoon with a glass of iced tea, catching up on work that youâd missed while travelling to a couple of tour dates, watching your boyfriend do his thing. Jungkook always gave you the VIP treatment, making sure your time away from your life was worth it and of course it was. But nothing could beat having him back at home in Seoul, lazily enjoying the time you had alone together.
Just as you settled into the couch, an almost finished lemon popsicle in hand and your laptop steadied on your lap, you heard your name being called from the other end of the house. The voice echoing through the hallway belonged to Jungkook and there was a part of you that wanted to pretend like you hadn't heard him, feeling way too comfy and in the zone to get up again if it wasnât important.
That was until you heard your name again, a little louder this time and you knew that you couldnât ignore him. Your man was persistent and even though you loved your time with him during the break and over the off-season, it did become apparent that when he was home, he always wanted you close by to talk to. Like he was trying to make up for lost time but he forgot that even though he had time off, your work life continued much to your dismay.
But you were both working on finding the right balance.
"Where are you?" You shouted back and pulled yourself out of your spot on the couch, on a mission to track down your needy but ridiculously cute boyfriend.
You followed the music, figuring that he mustâve been in the home gym heâd set up a couple of winters ago. A Leon Thomas album was playing through the sound system, echoing off the mirrors that lined the otherwise blank walls. It was a messy sight as you walked in â yoga mats that youâd left behind sprawled out on the ground while Jungkook sat hunched over, scrolling on his phone with his legs hanging over each side of the bench press that was sitting in the middle of the naturally lit room.
He was quick to notice your presence in the doorway and chucked his phone onto one of the many towels neatly folded up on the shelf behind him.
"Could you spot me, please? Because I nearly killed myself with this weight."
You swear you were listening but you couldnât help but take a second to drink in his appearance, suddenly feeling a hot flush wash over your chest. He was sans shirt, tattoos on full display and glistening with sweat, which wouldâve been enough to fuel your desires but the tight short shorts and the hair sticking to his forehead was what really got the endorphins running. And as much as you couldâve stared at him for the rest of your days, the last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to notice how flustered you were by his appearance.
"If that thing is going to fall on your face, there's no way my twig arms are going to stop it," You scoffed, eyeing at the weights behind his head with concern.
"You just have to push it off me so it doesn't crush my chest," He shrugged with a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, far too nonchalantly for your liking.
"Oh right â just casually save my boyfriend from being crushed to death. CoolâŠ" You sarcastically retorted while Jungkook wiped his hands on his shorts and scooted underneath the bar, back squeaking as it stuck to the faux leather.
"Just come and stand behind my head, honey," He sweetly directed and you sighed softly, knowing that he was going to keep lifting the stupid thing anyway and you would much rather be there if anything did happen.
So you shuffled around to where heâd settled himself on the bench, feet and shoulders with the part, ready to save the day if you needed to. Well, kind of ready because the view from where you were standing was not only magnificent but wildly distracting.
âThatâs it, baby,â He whispered with the smallest of smirks tickling his lips.
Jungkookâs strong hands gripped the bar and lifted it carefully off the stand, flickering his eyes to each side and making sure they were securely off before bringing it down towards his tensed chest. The grunts that left his throat as the muscles and veins in his arms bulged under his taut skin sounded exactly like the noises he was breathing in your ear last night as he fucked you into the next dimension, the sound immediately transporting you back to the way his hands felt on your skin.
His tight chest puffed out in time with his sharp hips that bucked off the bench with each rep and the groans leaving his lips were making it difficult to keep an eye on the job, even though a part of you wondered whether this was all a ploy to get you in here and see this glorified soft core in session. Knowing Jungkook, it was almost definitely the latter.
"Okay two more," He huffed out, lifting the bar up and down a couple more times, concentration stitched into his sticky forehead.
The grunts got louder the closer he was to finishing the set, again casting your mind back to your night between the sheets, before he slowly pushed it up towards the stand and let your fingers hook around the bar, just in case it slipped out of his slick hands. Because every part of his body was perspiring â his biceps, thighs, neck, chest, the bridge of his nose that was achingly close to your core was glistening and so were you, from doing absolutely nothing. Dripping.
Jungkook sat up with a groan and took a couple of deep breaths, blood pumping through his veins as you watched the muscles on his rippling back contract, âYouâre soaked â let me grab you a towel.â
This was your chance to try and shake the daze you were in. It was pathetic the way he wound you up without even knowing, hypnotising you with something as innocent as a workout. Maybe it was because you had been blissfully enjoying each otherâs touch the second he dropped his luggage in the doorway, jumping into bed and hardly leaving it ever since.
Or because he was the sexiest creature youâd ever seen and seeing him gleaming with sweat and groaning like an animal was a massive turn on for you. Either way you were soaking after his performance, desperate to have those sounds breathing down your neck as soon as humanely possible.
He graciously took the towel you were offering with a wicked smile, wiping his flushed face and roughly drying his dark hair before spinning around 90 degrees on the bench, gazing up at you with the same smile but now with that devious sparkle in his eye that always had you hook, line and sinker.
"Thank yoooou."
It rolled off his tongue too perfectly, almost in sing-song, and you couldnât control the eye roll, knowing how much he loved teasing you. He also loved how quickly he could get you naked when he put on that mischievous smirk, his charm always leaving you spellbound.Â
"Any time," You sang in reply, attempting to leave the room before you combusted on sight but you were stopped by a fistful of fingers grasping the hem of your black cotton shorts.
Jungkook gently pulled you back, a hole already burnt into the material from his eyes zeroing in on your curves. He loved every inch of you, worshipped the air you breathed and pinched himself daily that youâd stuck around with his crazy stupid schedule and maniacal whims. God, he adored you and ached at how effortlessly beautiful you looked in your matching crop top and tracksuit pants, waltzing around the home you had created together.
And he couldnât hide the way he felt when you looked around, bottom lip clamped loosely between his front teeth, chewing the inside of his cheek and admiring how fucking lucky he was to have such a beautiful creature in his grasp. Heaven sent.
"You look very cute today."
He was smitten; holding your hips in place as you slung your arms around his shoulders. His hands subconsciously trailed down to the back of your thighs and teased the thin hem on your shorts, fingertips melting into the skin like butter as he watched your gorgeously bright eyes narrow.
"I'm not wearing a bra just for you," You flirted, nudging closer to his chest and needing more than just the heat from his hands on your skin.
"I can see that," He hummed matter-of-factly as he gazed over the sheer top that had been driving him crazy all day, adoring the way your nipples hardened at his stare before pressing a peck to the bottom of your sternum.
Jungkook continued trailing soft kisses across your stomach as you brought your hands to his tousled hair, trawling your fingertips through the damp locks and massaging his scalp. A soft, barely audible whimper slipped from his lips as he tilted his head back and caught your eyes, succumbing to the drowsiness and closing them for a quiet moment.
"That feels so nice."Â
He practically whispered before opening his eyes and pulling you closer with his hands that were now hidden under your loose top, fingertips following the arch of your spine as you leaned down and captured his soft lips. He tasted salty, tongue deliciously warm as you explored his mouth with your own. You loved the way he inhaled you and swallowed the moans he was causing. The intimacy you shared with him never ceased to make you weak in the knees, putty in his hands.
"I wanna watch you fuck me in this mirror."Â
Your words were muttered against his pursed lips and Jungkookâs eyes were wider than a flying saucer when you pulled back ever so slightly, noses bumping together from how close you still were. He huffed out a soft laugh as you nodded towards the mirrors lining the walls around you both, eyeing your reflection beside him.
"Really?" He asked incredulously, a humorous expression ascending onto his blushing cheeks as you returned the raised brow, confused by his question.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" You scoffed, the deadpan look never faltering from your face and causing his goofy smile to fall; finally realising you were being serious.
"Well... no you don't but... Do you want me to do you against the mirror or on here?" Jungkook asked frowning down at the bench before bouncing up and down on it to make sure it was sturdy enough for your spontaneous demand.
"I don't really care," You almost moaned, smoothing your hands across his strong chest and over his tense shoulders, leaning down and pressing your lips to his damp neck again, "I just need you."
"I don't wanna risk breaking this because it was the last one at the shop so I guess we could do it against the mirrorsâŠâ
The consideration in his voice caused your brows to furrow in disappointment and your hands to drop from his shoulders as you stood up straight, looking down at your boyfriend with a frown. It was unlike Jungkook to not be jumping for joy at your suggestion, but although he was impulsive and spontaneous, he was also pragmatic. The duality of the man still surprises you.
"Jeez, don't get too excited about it."
The sarcasm was dripping from your tone as Jungkook shook his head fervently, quickly reaching out to pull you back. All he could think about daily was making love to you in different places in the house and shockingly, the home gym hadnât been ticked off the list but god, he wanted to. He was already twitching thinking about it, the tightness of his shorts already cutting off circulation to his legs.
"No, no. Baby, look at you â I am so excited but you caught me off guard and I was just trying to think⊠whatâs the word? Logically⊠LogisticallyâŠâ
"Itâs logistically but Kook â you called me in here and made me watch you gyrating and making sex noises, and then you told me I look cute and now you're caught off guard that I want to have sex with you?... Are you okay?" You joked, pressing the back of your hand against Jungkookâs sticky forehead, pretending to check if he had a temperature or if he even had a pulse at all.
He laughed, borderline giggled and shook his head, "Well, when you say it like that, it makes sense. I just didn't think you'd get turned on over that."
You couldn't help but laugh in his face at his assumption, "You're shirtless and sweaty and wearing shorts that are so tight that I can see your dick... There's no way you didn't think this would get me going."
You wagged your finger up and down his body and Jungkook simply shrugged, hardening by the second, "It didn't even cross my mind but if it's making you feel like that then let's fucking go!"
He slapped his hands down on his lap and immediately reached for the drawstring on your pants. âThese are definitely coming offâŠâ He murmured, eyes narrowed in concentration as he slid them down your legs.
"I promise if we break the bench, I will personally call every single shop in Seoul and replace it.â
You stepped out of the cotton material around your ankles, grasping Kooksâ shoulders for balance as he tugged on his own shorts; finally liberating himself of the constriction caused by his own unadulterated arousal. He had no self control when it came to you.
"Jeez, you are horny," He teased as you climbed on top of him; his tactile hands guiding your knees to each side of his thighs with a devilish grin.
He was in his element with you on top of him; he had the perfect view of his girl and could feel how ready you were for him when you rested on his thigh, your slickness cool against his soft skin. He loved how dialled in you were to his touch, every little wince or mumble making his heart pound harder in his chest â blood rushing to his dick every time you whispered in his ear.
But he knew that you knew how much he craved having you like this so of course he teased you in spirited retaliation, like any man desperately in love does to the one he adores the most.
âYou know that if you ever need to get some inspiration, you can always come in and watch me work out, baby. You like it, huh?â
"I do and I intend to enjoy this so shut up."
Now he was really hard, worked up beyond his limits.
As a distraction from his edge, he went back to what he did best â kissing you. You were both as pent up as each other, embarrassingly desperate for two people who had been going at it all weekend but you couldnât get enough. It wasnât until the firm grip on your hips tightened even more that you finally felt how enthusiastic he was about fucking you in his gym.
"You taste like lemons," Jungkook mumbled as your tongues collided.
You couldnât mask the smirk on your lips as he kissed you again, reaching down and massaging him over his boxer briefs. You pulled away slightly from the kiss, ghosting his swollen lips as you softly stroked him in your hand.
"I bet if you'd seen me eating that lemon popsicle, you would've felt the same way as I did watching you lift these stupid weights," and Jungkook chuckled at your annoyingly accurate theory, his warm breath fanning over your face before seizing your lips again. God, he loved kissing you.
"I probably wouldnât have lasted, let's be honest," He whispered back with a knowing smile, completely unashamed to be enamoured by the woman slowly stoking him, eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure surging through his body.
âMaybe next time, sweetheart.â
Kook simply smiled, eyes barely open as he watched your bodies connecting in the most intimate way, tongue quickly swiping across his bottom lip in preparation for your kiss. As you gripped him tight in your hand and bottomed out on his achingly hard cock, you pressed your lips to his own, forced to swallow the loud moan falling from your lips.
You whimpered before a sharp inhale caused Jungkooksâ eyes to shoot up to your closed ones, searching your face for any pain.
"You good?" He asked softly but swiftly with his hands firmly placed on the outside of your thighs, gently holding you in place until you gave him the okay to move his hips.
"So good," You breathed, tilting your neck back and arching your spine to change the angle a little, feeling that sweet spot deep inside you being brushed ever so gently, âYou feel amazing right there.â
Once you both hit that toe curling, achingly good rhythm that you had perfected together, Kook rested his chin on your shoulder and watched how mind-numbingly hot you looked riding him in the mirror, his big tattooed hands firmly grabbing your ass and spreading you out like a meal he was desperate to devour.
"My god..." He growled as you looked down and followed his eye line, biting your puffy bottom lip when you realised he was watching himself disappear inside you, every inch taken care of. And you too, were groaning at the sight.
âYou look gorgeous riding my cock, baby.â
"We look so sexy," You were quick to correct, breathless from both the sight of Jungkookâs large, veiny hands leaving prints on your backside and his relentlessness to have you losing your goddamned mind on his dick.
Both had you twisted in knots, the pit in your stomach tightening with every thrust and all you could do was thank whoever had invented weight training because boy, were you reaping the benefits now. Sex in your home gym â tick.
+ + +
âSoooo,â Jungkook drawled, a smug smile lacing every syllable.Â
The workout afternoon delight that had you and Jungkook panting and sending echoed moans through an otherwise silent house had required a change in location after one too many âdeadliftsâ. Maybe the bench press wasnât up to the challenge but you took the risk, knowing the consequences and it was an accident, of course, one waiting to happen according to the man brushing his warm fingertips down your spine; the unspoken promise you made hanging in the thick air.
âWhen are you going to replace my bench press, huh?â
A grumble fell from your lips at his leading question, head buried in a pillow and still coming down from the high that had sent your mind, body and spirit into orbit. Your tired eyes caught his glimmering with humour, tickled that you were now responsible for buying him a new bench, in Seoul no less.
âBut my Korean is so badâŠâ
Jungkooksâ soft laugh sifted through your ears, his giggle showing his hand and now you knew that this was his plan all along. He was the reason it broke, not you. He was the one who insisted on fucking you faster, harder, deeper until your legs were shaking and he had the neighbours downstairs questioning whether there was an earthquake warning for the city. He had you on all fours, rocking back on his dick like your life depended on it, loosening you and apparently every screw on the frame below. Screaming out for mercy.
And now he had the audacity to look at you with those mischievous doe eyes that had gotten you both in trouble more times than you could count, thrilled that you would have to fumble your way through a phone call for him. So instead of picking up your phone, you pulled Kook down into a deep kiss, distracting your sweet boyfriend until he was a moaning mess again.
The broken bench press was a problem for another day.Â
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Crazy | J.JK
You and Jungkook are a pair made in hell heaven â you're both stupidly obsessed, crazy and extremely desperate for one another. Being broken up for five months does not stop the both of you from being in each other's lives â whether it's spending quality time, sabotaging each other's dates or even making love...
genre â crazy exes au, SMUT, fluff, rom-comÂż
pairing â ex boyfriend jungkook x female reader.
warnings â gulp, I'm walking on thin ice so I'm going to mention a few. y/n and jk are crazy (in a kinda cute way), they're EXTREMELY obsessed with each other, they're both very possessive and jealous (jk is more), oral (both receiving), fingering, titty worship, multiple os, a lot of cracking. (more will be mentioned).
note â just posting my wips to motivate myself to work on them faster lol. lmk if you wanna be tagged in this one, pookiesđ©·
JOYRIDE | JJK
Pairing: Jungkook x f!reader
Genre: Oneshot, smut
Summary: Your car breaks down in a rural town during a solo road trip and you barely manage to make it to the nearest repair shop. Jungkook, trusty mechanic and sweetheart, takes a look at your car and brings you to a - very icky - motel, where he can't bring himself to let you stay the night on your own...
Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, mechanic JK, manly JK while still being a cutie and a gentleman, this is pretty much a damsel in distress situation, there's a cuck chair again lmao but no cuck in sight this time, lots of sweat bc it's hot there!! they're both soaked in multiple ways, alcohol and weed, making out a little high, fingering, oral (both receiving), PiV, multiple positions, JK gets a bit unhinged and pussy drunk during the deed and pulls a few surprising moves, bit of dirty talk (good girl mentioned)
A/n: There's a lot of yapping and story building for a oneshot. We love a good build up in this house.
Wordcount: 10.4k
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âNo, no, noâŠ,â you plead with your car, stroking the plastic covering behind the steering wheel with one hand. âPlease donât do this to me, weâre almost there!â
The engine light had already lit up some miles back, but you decided to ignore it and just pray youâd make it to your destination. But now, after driving along empty country roads, seemingly endless, with only a few small towns in between breaking the monotony of the scenery, the lights on your dashboard start to flicker and the radio keeps cutting out.
âShit,â you curse out loud before asking your phone for the directions to the nearest auto repair shop.
Your already shitty air con has totally given up. Beads of sweat are starting to collect on your upper lip as you follow google maps through the scorching heat. Thank god itâs only a few more miles until you pull into a small town off the desert road. This little hick town seems to just be made up of one main road, with a few homes off to the side.
âIn 0,2 miles your destination will be on the left,â your navigation lets you know. A minute later you pull up in front of the repair shop with your Buick Century and turn off the ignition. You exhale in relief, at least you made it to the garage. You donât want to imagine being stranded at the side of the road in the desert, not in this weather.
You let your head fall on the steering wheel that you are gripping with both hands, already worried about how much money youâre going to have to throw at your rust bucket. You step out of your vehicle finally, looking around. Thereâs what seems to be a small convenience store across the street, a man in denim dungarees and cowboy boots sitting in front of it, smoking. You snort - all thatâs missing is a damn banjo.
What comes to your mind immediately is the horror movie clichĂ© of a car breaking down in some rural backwater town and what happens after. Youâve watched countless of them - Wrong Turn, House of Wax, The Hills have Eyes. You donât have any plans to end up as a final girl to a clan of inbred hillbilly psychos. Hopefully, whatever is wrong with your Buick is fixed quickly so you can be on your way.
You walk into the repair shop through a glass door next to a bigger gate for cars to enter and look around for an employee, unsuccessfully.
âHello?â you ask into the empty space. Thereâs a front desk, but itâs unoccupied. Please, donât let this place be actually closed down already for the day.
âBack here,â you suddenly hear a voice sounding from further back. Relieved, you scan the perimeters to find the source, peeking around a corner.
You find the actual workshop of the garage, multiple cars with open hoods standing around, but you donât see anyone. Reluctantly, you walk between vehicles, not sure if you are even allowed in here, until you almost stumble over legs sticking out from under some Toyota sedan.
âUm, hi?â you address the jeans-clad legs.
âOne sec,â a voice replies and a moment later you hear tools clanking to the floor before a man emerges from under the car.
And, well, heâs really not someone you expected to find in a rural backwater town. Itâs not the outfit either, heâs just wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, both smeared with motor oil and grease. What surprises you is the fact that one of his arms is covered in tattoos, down to his fingers, and his ears are decked out in multiple silver hoops. He smiles at you, a piercing through the side of his lower lip, while he wipes his hands on the bandana tied to his pants.
Usually, when you have to bring in your rust bucket, the mechanics crack some sort of unfunny misogynistic joke at your expense before trying to rip you off with unnecessary repairs you didnât ask for. So that is what you steel yourself for when you tell the dude that your Buick started breaking down as he walks you to the front of the shop.
He clicks open the automatic garage door and tells you to drive your car inside for him to inspect it.
But, shit. When you try to switch on the ignition, itâs dead.
The mechanic comes up to your rolled-down window. âDoesnât start huh?â, he correctly assesses. âPut it in neutral, I can just push it inside.â
âSorry,â you mumble, trying to move the shift stick to neutral, without success. It doesnât budge without the engine being on.
You shrug your shoulders at him in a helpless manner, making him laugh. âAh, automatic,â he hums before opening the driver door and pulling a screwdriver from the back pocket of his jeans.
Without warning, heâs suddenly in your lap, leaning over you to access the middle console. You wouldâve moved out of the way had he warned you. But now this, admittedly very attractive, guy is brushing his tattooed arm against your thighs all non-chalant as he wriggles his screwdriver around the plastic by the gear stick. With one last satisfied hum, he finally moves the stick to the neutral position.
You just dumbly stare at him with hot cheeks when he retreats from your space again and he tells you about some manual switch he pushed. âOh, sorry,â he apologizes when he sees your startled expression. âI didnât get dirt on you, did I?â He wipes at the fabric of your pants with his hands, grimacing at himself as in the process, as he actually does brush some grease on it, making him panic slightly. âShit,â he mutters but you stop him before he can apologize again or spread even more black gunk on you.
âDonât worry about it,â you laugh, his display of sudden clumsiness making you relax again. He stands up straight, scratching at his neck before collecting himself and moving to the back of your Buick.
âItâs good to go now. Just let go of the brake and steer, alright?â he yells from the back and then the car is slowly rolling. You canât help stealing a glance at him through your rearview mirror.
His brows are furrowed and the muscles in his shoulders are tensed as heâs pushing the car by its bumper. You can even make out the vein on his forehead popping out a little. The fact that youâve always had a thing for feats of strength is almost making you forget to steer until his voice forces your eyes to snap back to the garage in front of you.
âLittle to the left,â he yells and you comply, maneuvering your car into the workspace.
You pull the handbrake and get out of the driver's seat once youâre in a good spot.
âIâll pay to get your jeans cleaned,â he tells you with a lopsided smile as he eyes your soiled pants before he walks to the front of your Buick.
âLetâs take a look at your baby,â he says as he yanks open the hood. âI already have a suspicion.â
While heâs checking out the engine compartment, you take a stroll around the shop, trying to pass the time and ignore the dread blooming in your chest about how much this repair is going to cost you.
On the wall behind the counter you spot the usual sexy calendars of women in pin up clothing posing on the hoods of old-timers. Maybe heâs just like all the other mechanics you encountered after all. You quietly chuckle just as you spot another poster among the sexy ladies though. This one has a half-naked man propped against some motorcycle, probably a Harley Davidson. Oh, a man of varied tastes apparently. Feels a little out of place for this small town, once again.
When you hear the hood of your vehicle being slammed shut, you hurry back to the mechanic.
âYup, I was right,â he tells you, trying to wipe some of his dark hair out of his face with the back of his hand, smearing grease on his forehead in the process. âAlternatorâs shot.â
âThat sounds ⊠bad?â you reluctantly more so ask than state.
âIt just needs to be replaced. Good news first, itâs not a lot of work so Iâll be done in like an hour,â he lets you know. âBad news - I need to order it in.â
You groan, but you are relieved to learn that at least itâs not as expensive as you feared. The fact that this part will only come in tomorrow though - Shit.
He types your information into his computer and places the order for the new alternator.
âAre there any hotels or something close by?â you ask him once heâs done and comes back around the counter to lean on it.
He shakes his head with an apologetic look on his face. âThe closest motel is like two towns over. And itâs a bit of a shit hole.â
That doesnât sound too inviting, but given your choices, what else are you supposed to do?
âCan you give me the address? Iâll get an Uber to drive me there I guess.â
âGood luck on finding any Ubers out here. Weâre basically out of their operating zone.â
Your shoulders slump in defeat as you let your hand holding your phone drop to your side again.
âIâll take you,â he offers, already on his way to your Buick. âGet your bag.â
You would usually not consider getting into a car with a stranger, but your options are kind of limited here. He can probably sense your hesitation, because he cocks his head to the side and smiles. âWouldnât advise accepting rides from strangers, but I canât have you stay on the street,â he speaks up. âIâm Jungkook, by the way. Iâll give you my ID and everything, you can send it to a friend with your location.â
This wonât help you if he decides to murder you, but you are tired and in need of a shower, so you just sigh and open your car, quickly packing some things you need for an overnight stay into your backpack before shouldering it.
Apparently itâs time to close shop, or maybe he can just decide since heâs the only one in here, but he leads you out the back and locks the door behind him. You wonât question it, you are just glad that you will be able to rest soon. The long drive was becoming torturous anyway.
âWhereâs your car?â you ask, looking around the street behind the garage.
Jungkook grins and points towards - oh please - a motorcycle. No way. Well, maybe that explains the leather jacket that he put on just before. You were wondering why he needed it in this scorching heat.
âPretty, huh?â he muses when you look at him with wide eyes. âItâs a Fat Bob 114.â
Oh sure, whatever that string of random words means. He canât seriously expect you to get on the back of this. For a moment, you reconsider just walking the streets tonight.
âI donât even have a helmet,â you try to weasel your way out.
To no avail, since he produces one from behind his back and hands it to you. âGood thing I keep a spare around.â
Heâs already stuffing his own backpack into the satchel on the side of the bike, while you fiddle with the helmet. Youâve never even put one on before and when you plop it down over your head, your hair gets caught in front of your eyes.
You hear Jungkookâs muffled laugh and then he steps in front of you, pulling the helmet back off.
âLemme help,â he mutters while pushing your hair behind your ears while he clamps the headgear between his thighs to free his hands.
The intimate gesture brings heat up your neck and all you muster is a quiet âThank you.â Then he gently pulls the helmet down and closes the plastic visor with a grin.
âAll set,â he pats the top of the protective headwear before putting on his own. He swings his leg over the bike and motions for you to get on behind him.
âJust hold on to me,â he tells you.
You somewhat clumsily climb on and consider just gripping the side of the machine, but as soon as he turns his keys and the bike roars to life, your survival instinct kicks in and you sling your arms around his waist.Â
He pulls off into the street and soon youâre leaving behind the small town and with it your broken-down car.
Jungkook, thankfully, seems to be considerate of his passenger, because you are pretty sure heâs not even going the speed limit. You still cling on to him for dear life, probably choking him out, but he does not complain. Youâre not particularly fond of not being encased in metal while on the road is what youâre learning right now.
After a few miles and your body starting to cramp from clutching on to Jungkook and the bike, you pull up in front of a motel. The parking lot is full of trucks, rarely any regular cars. Jungkook helps you off the motorcycle and takes off his helmet. He seems to be wondering about the amount of trucks, as he raises his eyebrow. Carefully, he removes your helmet for you as well before you can even try to do it yourself. Your hair feels damp and matted, making you cringe slightly as you run your fingers through it.
Jungkook retrieves his backpack from the satchel and pockets the keys.
âThis must be a regular stop for truckers to rest, huh?â you wonder out loud to which Jungkook shakes his head.
âNot usually.â
Picking through the small compartment of your backpack, you finally find some tissues.Â
âCan I just..?â you ask Jungkook, gesturing towards his face with the towelette.Â
He seems to be confused but doesnât stop you from wiping at his forehead. You clean the smear of grease off his skin and pocket the tissue.Â
âThatâs better,â you smile at him and when he locks his big soft eyes with you, the corners of his mouth upturned, it makes you gulp. His gaze flickers down to your lips for just a fleeting moment.Â
With both helmets in hand, he walks you to the check-in counter, where you find the most unenthusiastic-looking clerk youâve seen in your life.
âHello,â you address him. âI need a room, please.â
âReally?â he responds in a mocking tone. âWho wouldâve guessed that?â
Jungkook slams one of the helmets on the counter, startling the guy.
âMind checking if you have any available?â he intervenes, a fake smile plastered on his face. One could mistake it for a snarl if it wasnât for his politeness. With his hand planted firmly on the counter and the muscles in his arm tensed, the clerk seems to have taken the hint.Â
Woah. Apparently heâs not one to mess around with. Itâs kind of hot.
âAlright, alright,â the clerk gives in, suddenly very meek and sheepish, and checks his computer.
âSeems like youâre out of luck, everythingâs booked,â he shrugs his shoulders. âThereâs some trucker meet-up happening close by, they basically overran the motel.â
Jungkook and you sigh simultaneously. What the hell are you supposed to do now? You really donât want to go on another road trip if you can avoid it. He pulls out his phone, scrolling furiously, probably trying to figure out an alternative as well.
âAh, wait,â the clerk suddenly perks up. âThereâs someone checking out in a bit. Once weâve cleaned up the room, itâs yours.â
Oh, thank god. You couldnât care less that the place is run-down and the employee is a shithead. Youâll just shower and head to bed anyway, maybe scroll a bit on your phone. The aesthetic or lack thereof doesnât really matter, unless youâll find suspicious stains on the pillows. Which, to be fair, is not that unlikely, now that you think about it.
âWe have a bar,â the employee tells you with an exasperated sigh, as if this was the hardest heâs ever had to work. âYou can wait there. Itâs gonna be like 2 hours max.â
You nod and turn to Jungkook, who looks a little disgruntled.
âUhm, will you come pick me up again tomorrow? I kinda donât have a ride.â The fact that he has to drive you again is gnawing at your pride, but he said it himself, no Ubers around.
He looks at you, quizzically.
âIâm not gonna let you wait around here by yourself,â he shakes his head. âIâll stay with you until the roomâs ready.â
Before you can even start arguing that you donât need an escort, heâs already placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the bar. For whatever reason you just let it happen. Youâre a grown woman, you donât need a white knight to look out for you. But also, some company would be nice instead of sitting around all alone, just waiting for time to pass. Since heâs also nice to look at, why shouldnât you indulge a bit longer.
The bar is just as dingy as the rest of the place. All the seats are worn, tears across the old leather. The room reeks of stale smoke and cigars so bad that you scrunch your nose as you step in.
Thereâs two guys sitting at the bar drinking beer. By the looks of it itâs not the first one of the day either. Probably some of the truckers the clerk mentioned.
Jungkook pushes you into the booth of a table, sliding in next to you without taking his eyes off the dudes at the bar, and shrugs off his leather jacket. Sitting next to each other when youâre only two people has always been weird to you, makes it kind of awkward to chat.
âWhat do you want to drink?â he asks from beside you.
You take out your phone, checking the time. Itâs 7 pm. You could do with a beer as well, so you tell him and he moves out of the seat to get your drinks.
You watch him from your table, only to realize that the two men are staring you down, one even cocks his eyebrows at you. Disgusting. You pull a face at him, but that doesnât seem to deter him at all, grabbing at his junk while his mate laughs along.
Jungkook is watching this play out, you can tell when his back stiffens. Heâs coming back with two beers in hand, immediately sitting down next to you on the bench again, so close this time that your thighs are touching.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask him, surprised when he puts his arm on the backrest behind you.
âSorry, but Iâm not gonna let those two sleazebags get the impression that youâre here by yourself, no chance,â he grumbles before picking up his glass and taking a big gulp.
The fact that heâs doing this only for show makes you feel a tinge of disappointment, which is just dumb. Heâs just being nice, you tell yourself, also reaching for your beer, trying to relax with him being so close to you. Itâs not because heâs making you uncomfortable, rather the opposite. You just seriously need to chill.
âHow much was it?â you ask him, pointing to your drink, to which he just waves you off.
âTake it as compensation for me putting grease all over your jeans,â he smiles at you.
For a while you two just sit there, his arm around you, sipping away on your beer quietly. Jungkook shoots the gross dudes death glares every now and then. To which you are thankful because the thought of being in here alone with them makes you shiver. Maybe you were in need of a white knight actually. Just this once.
âSo,â Jungkook breaks the surprisingly comfortable silence. âJudging by your plates, youâve been on the road for a while, huh?â
You hum in agreement. âJust a road trip to visit an old friend of mine. Never been to this part of the country.â
âI can tell,â he laughs.
âAnd you?â you proceed to ask. âHave you ever been out of these parts?â
Jungkookâs fingers tapping away softly on your shoulder while he talks makes blood rush to your cheeks.Â
âNot really, I grew up around here. Only gone as far as the surrounding cities.â
âSo you like living here then?â
He shrugs his shoulders as if he doesnât really have an opinion on it.
âItâs just, you donât seem like a small town kinda guy,â you continue when he stays silent.
âNow, whyâs that?â he looks at you with a smirk, visibly amused now.
You just motion at his tattooed arm and the piercings, trying not to say anything he might take offense to. Itâs his home after all.
Luckily, he doesnât seem to be offended at all, because he chuckles at your assessment.
âYou know, the next city is just like an hourâs drive away,â he lets you know between laughs. âWeâre not cut off from civilization. Not totally.â
You chat away for a while, mostly just small talk. He never takes his arm off your shoulder while you learn that he owns and runs the repair shop by himself and you tell him that youâre in between jobs right now.
Youâre laughing at a funny remark Jungkook dropped when the clerk pops his head in.
âRoomâs ready,â he lets you know before he trudges away again.
âBefore you try to argue - Iâm walking you to the room.â
You figured.
So after picking up the key from the front desk, you make your way outside and up some stairs to find your assigned room with Jungkook close behind. On your way there, you can hear some loud bellowing laughter from behind doors as well as a smashing sound, as if a vase or something broke. This really doesnât feel that welcoming after all, you think as you yank open the dilapidated door. Itâs not even hanging straight in its hinges, so you have to lift it up slightly so it doesnât catch on the floor. Yikes.
Both of you walk inside and Jungkook looks around the room after putting the helmets on a wobbly sideboard.
âWhat a nice view,â you joke, having walked up behind him to the window, looking down at the parking lot. The laughter gets caught in your throat when you can hear someone loudly fighting outside. When you peek out the window again, you see that itâs two big guys shoving each other and yelling, beer bottles in hand. Please let this night go by fast, you plead silently. You brought your earphones so hopefully you can drown out anything that might go on outside, be it murder or an orgy. You thank whoever invented noise cancelling in advance.
Jungkook turns to you. âLook,â he starts with a serious expression. You have a feeling you know where this is going, so you walk up to the sideboard and push his helmet towards him.
âThank you for everything, Iâll see you tomorrow?â
Jungkook shakes his head and doesnât move even an inch.
âI canât let you stay here,â he says, decidedly. âNot by yourself. Youâve seen the kind of guys that hang around here!â
You liked his savior antics earlier, but you still have some pride left.
âIâm not some damsel in distress in need of saving,â you scoff and walk to the door. âIâll just lock up and sleep by myself like a big girl.â You jokingly wiggle the lock around before realizing itâs almost falling apart at your touch. Oh. This actually doesnât bode well with you.
Jungkook looks at your wide eyes with a quirked brow, waiting for you to reconsider what you just told him. And you do. Damn.
Then thereâs suddenly more clamor seemingly right outside your door. As if someone was crashing into the wall. The look in your eyes turns to pleading. Now youâre actually hoping Jungkookâs offer, whatever exactly it entails, still stands.
âIâll stay. Donât worry,â he reassures you as if he just read your mind. Probably not that hard, considering the situation.
âThanks,â you mumble while looking around the room. Thereâs exactly one bed, a dresser with a tiny TV on it and what you assume to be the door to the bathroom. And a worn-out leather arm chair.
Jungkook follows your gaze and takes the words out of your mouth when he speaks up.
âIâll just stay in the cuck chair, you can go ahead and go to sleep.â
The good old cuck chair, a must-have of any rented room thatâs worth anything. What would people do without it? Although this one actually seems like itâs been in heavy use. Ew. At least youâre not the one having to sit in it.
To your horror, this stuffy room has no air conditioning, only a ceiling fan above the bed that barely does its job. Opening the window is no use at this time of night either, as itâs still hot out.
âI could never get used to this heat,â you huff and sit down at the edge of the mattress, causing the bedframe to squeak. âDonât think I can even sleep while itâs this hot,â you add, groaning.
Jungkook brings his stuff over to his designated spot for the night to keep watch of the door or whatever his plan actually is. Your knight in shining armor, you scoff to yourself. The fact that youâre sharing a motel room with some stranger is outrageous and very much out of scope of what you had planned for this trip. Even if said stranger is nice to look at. You watch him from the corner of your eyes as you kick off your sneakers and pull your legs up on the bed into a criss-cross position. His white shirt has gone see-through in the back from sweat and itâs sticking to him. No wonder - heâs been wearing a leather jacket and also you clung to his back earlier like a koala while driving here.
It's only around 9 pm when you check your phone and start scrolling through various social media apps, quickly getting bored. Beads of sweat are forming on your forehead, you feel like youâre being boiled alive sitting here in jeans, but youâre not about to strip in front of Jungkook, whoâs also taken his spot in the chair with his phone in hand.
âHey, you want to get some more beer?â you ask him, sure that youâll be up for quite a while and beer always makes you sleepy, so that might help.
âSure,â he nods, walking over to you and holding his hand out. âWe can get some from the bar.â
You let him help you off the bed and slip back into your shoes. Itâs a quick trip, Jungkook never taking his arm off your waist as he walks you through the premises.
Equipped with 4 cold bottles of beer you return to your room where Jungkook immediately opens one for you with a lighter from his back pocket.
The cool liquid goes down smoothly, making you sigh in content as you sit down on the end of the bed so you can actually face him in his spot where he is currently holding the bottle against his neck in an effort to cool off.
Striking up a conversation while you down the first drink, you inquire further about his repair shop.
âItâs been in the family for a few generations,â he lets you know. âIâve been around cars since I was little, back when it was my grandfatherâs still.â
âDid you ever consider doing anything else? College or something?â you wonder.
Jungkook laughs at the idea. âIâm way too dumb for a degree. And I like getting my hands dirty. Manual labor takes my mind off of things. I enjoy it.â
You get it, the road trip was supposed to serve the same purpose - taking your mind off whatâs been troubling you. Couldâve figured that driving by yourself for hours makes your thoughts race instead. Maybe youâre dumb too.
Jungkook asks about you being in between jobs then, since you mentioned it to him earlier.
âI quit so I could leave my place for a while. Wasnât that great of a job anyway, so no loss there.â
You put the now empty bottle on the ground and flop back on the mattress with your eyes closed, letting the ceiling fan blow hot air around you for a bit.
âYou alright?â Jungkookâs voice chimes up.
âYeah,â you hum out from your horizontal position. Mostly thanks to him, you ponder and find yourself glad your car started going to shit in his vicinity and not some place else. You just chill for a moment, trying to drown out the ruckus outside of your room. Youâre in here, safe, protected. Jungkook is pretty beefy, so youâre not too worried about any truckers trying to bust their way into here. The ones that crossed your way so far looked out of shape. Not that youâre judging, you probably wouldnât opt for a gym session after driving for hours on end either.
âThank you again,â you sit back up, feeling like you're admitting defeat. âFor staying with me. Iâm sorry for all the troubles.â
Jungkook only replies with a smile and hands you the second bottle of beer. âI didnât have any plans for tonight anyway. Your company beats watching TV alone by miles.â
Heâd probably have air conditioning though and wouldnât have to swelter in this dump. His face is shiny from the sheen of sweat, making his dark hair stick to his forehead, which he brushes away with his fingers continuously. Actually, maybe you got lucky having him stuck here with you, cause the fabric sticking to his chest is ⊠really something. You reluctantly peel your eyes away from his muscles, not trying to be a creep after all heâs done for you. Canât be ogling him like one of those sleazy truckers did to you earlier. Maybe itâs the beer finding its way to your brain or youâre just really not better than a man.
Your body doesnât feel much drier than him, though you are sure the sweat doesnât look even half as attractive on you.
While sipping on your third beer, you talk about more benign things, discovering that Jungkook and you share a lot of favorite bands and musicians. During your conversation, he keeps putting the glass bottle up to his face like he did earlier, obviously uncomfortable from being hot.
The ceiling fan only swirls the hot air around, but on the bed and directly under it, it provides at least some relief from the unrelenting heat while heâs suffering in the cuck chair.
âYou know you could just come sit on the bed, right?â you interrupt him waving his hand in front of his face like a makeshift fan.
He pauses, considering your offer, and then sighs. âNah, Iâm stinky from working, donât want to make it all gross.â
âPlease, I donât want to find you melted into a puddle in that fucking chair tomorrow morning,â you joke. âSounds like one hell of a clean-up. Also, whoâs gonna fix my car if you perish from overheating?â
âI might not be the first dead body in that chair, now that I look at it,â he wrinkles his nose as he gets up and eyes the worn-out leather.
âBut Iâll take a shower first, if thatâs alright with you,â he finally gives in.
âSure,â you nod. âGo ahead. Havenât checked out the bathroom - hope you wonât come out dirtier than before.â
Jungkook chuckles as he makes his way into the little side-room.
While you hear the shower run, you empty your beer and shoot your friend a message that your arrival will be delayed because of your shitty car.
Shortly after the water turns off, Jungkook sheepishly peeks around the corner.
âMy shirt is soaked,â he tells you with an apologetic smile. âIâll air it out and put it back on, yeah?â
His coyness makes you burst into laughter. How cute.
âJungkook, your shirt has been see-through for the last 2 hours, Iâve seen it all. Now donât be stupid and come sit with me.â
He huffs out a quiet laugh and throws his moist t-shirt on the sideboard, hoping it will dry down, before putting his shoes and socks next to yours by the door.
âWhich side are you gonna sleep on?â he asks you, making you raise an eyebrow.
âIâm not going to put my greasy ass down where you have to sleep,â he explains and gestures at the smears on his pants. âThis bed is probably already gross enough.â
You take a tentative whiff of the pillowcase on your side. âItâs actually not so bad,â you shrug your shoulders before patting the mattress on the unoccupied half of the bed, urging him to finally come and sit.
So, in this incredible turn of events, youâre now sitting shoulder to shoulder with a shirtless small-town mechanic, watching TV in a decrepit motel.
Switching through countless porn channels, you finally happen upon re-runs of The X-Files, which makes both of you perk up in excitement.
âI love Gillian Anderson,â you gush as her glorious red hair appears on screen.
âI love David Duchovny,â Jungkook replies with a sigh. âGillianâs not bad either.â
His remark doesnât surprise you as you recall the very bisexual collection of raunchy calendars displayed in his shop.
You both settle against the headboard, getting comfortable, and dive into the episode, following along as Scully and Mulder track down a mutant man thatâs hiding in vents to eat peopleâs livers. Mulder has just foiled the abominationâs attempt to murder some family when Jungkookâs head suddenly drops onto your shoulder.
You can tell heâs asleep by the way his body is slumped against yours. So much for watching the door, huh?
His soft, slow breathing is fanning over your neck and you decide to just let him nap, watching the intro to the next episode roll. That is, until your back starts to hurt from your current position, so you shift slightly, which startles Jungkook awake.
âOh, fuck, Iâm sorry,â he looks at you horrified when the initial post-nap confusion has worn off. âDid I drool on you?â
You assure him itâs fine and that he did not. Jungkook stands up and stretches his arms over his head, your eyes following the movement of his bared muscles as he does. He yawns and shuffles over to the window, cracking it open and sticking his head outside.
The clamor has calmed down it seems, no more yelling and fighting audible, you realize in relief.
âI think we can keep this open now,â Jungkook decides. âIt has cooled down like⊠at least 1 degree.â
You agree, even if it wonât help with the warmth, some fresh air wonât hurt.
âYou should try and get some sleep,â he proposes. âIâm guessing you still have some miles to drive tomorrow.â
Heâs probably right and you can feel the beer you had swimming around in your head, relaxing your body.
Jungkook goes to switch off the big light and settles back into the cuck chair. Apparently heâs not planning on resuming his little nap but is back on duty.
You pull off your socks, leaving you in jeans and a shirt still, which is not your preferred way of going to bed. Since youâre still hot, you just lie down on top of the duvet, turning to your side and pulling up your legs.
âGood girl,â Jungkook coos at you from across the room and you can feel his smirk without even looking at him.
The minutes pass by and you just toss and turn, not able to wind down at all.
âCanât sleep, huh?â Jungkook asks when you reach for the phone on your nightstand after the futile 30-minute attempt to drift off has gone nowhere. Youâre uncomfortable in your clothes, sweating, and your mind keeps straying to exactly the places youâve tried to outrun with your road trip.
Before you swing your legs off the bed you reach to turn on the lamp on the bedside table as you donât dig sitting around in complete darkness. Youâre in the process of stretching your neck and shoulders while Jungkook rummages through his backpack. It seems like he found what he was looking for because he perks up.
âWanna smoke?â he asks you, holding up a pre-rolled joint with a bright smile on his face.
You laugh and go through your own bag, producing a ready-to-go spliff as well.
âIâm taking this as a Yes,â Jungkook chuckles and moves to the opened window where you join him. You squeeze past him so you can hop up on the windowsill, sitting with your legs dangling in the air and your side leaning against the window frame.
Jungkook rests his upper body against the other side before he fishes the lighter out of his pocket and ignites the joint between his lips.
Passing the doobie between each other, you pick up the topic of his shop again, still curious.
âYou plan on staying in your town forever?â you ask him. âLike, just keep the garage going until youâre too old to work anymore?â
He takes a drag and huffs out some smoke while he thinks about it.
âI like the mechanic work,â he starts. âBut Iâm not really keen on living the rural town life for the rest of eternity.â
âI knew you werenât the type.â
âYeah. But I just canât let go of the shop. I thought about selling it before, but I canât bring myself to do it. It would probably kill my dad if I did.â
âHeâd want you to be happy, no?â
He hums pensively, takes another hit and hands you the joint. Jungkook lets his fingers linger on yours for a moment when he does. His side is pressing into your thigh since thereâs not much space in the window. The way his eyes are locked on yours is making your breath hitch and you almost choke on the smoke you inhaled. You cough, which makes him reach behind you to stroke your back. Your free hand grabs his naked shoulder while you recover from the coughing fit.
Once you catch your breath and sit back up straight, Jungkook doesnât return to his spot next to you, but instead remains in front of you, basically between your legs.
His hand slides away from your back though, holding on to the windowsill next to your leg instead.
âI didnât really quit my job for the trip,â you sigh, looking down at your dangling feet. The weed really seems to loosen up your tongue tonight. âJust couldnât do it anymore, it kept burning me out to a pathetic pile of ash.â
âIâm sorry,â Jungkook earnestly tells you, squeezing your arm lightly in a comforting manner.
Apparently your weed-riddled brain decides to just lay out all your business to him, because before you can stop yourself, you are already dropping the rest of your recent lore.
ââM driving through the whole country to my friendâs place because I found out I got cheated on. The breakup hit me quite hard after such a long time together. Needed to get far, far away.â
âMust be a fucking idiot,â Jungkook shakes his head and tries to catch your gaze, which makes you lift your head when he starts to crouch to look up at you.
He moves closer to you then, making your knees spread further to accommodate his frame. After flicking the butt of the joint out of the window, he places his palm on your thigh while his other hand comes up and brushes some of your hair behind your ear. His head is cocked to the side and youâre locking eyes, with his fingers still resting softly against your cheek.
Itâs like time freezes and then youâre suddenly leaning forward and your lips collide, slotting together effortlessly, like they were never meant to be apart to begin with. You sigh against him as if youâre letting go of a breath you didnât know you were holding and he uses the moment to slip his tongue between your parted lips. His hand has wandered to your neck while yours found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer, as your tongues dance against each other. All the stress of today just falls off you, like a lizard shedding his skin. The kiss is all-encompassing, leaving no room for any thoughts in your head other than taking away every inch of space between your bodies. As you make out, the palm on your thigh slowly caresses from your leg to your side and then back down to your ass, where it rests and squeezes ever so lightly. Even this soft touch makes your hips hitch towards Jungkook and you feel him smile against your mouth and exhale a laugh through his nose. You would be embarrassed if he wasnât pressing himself into your crotch, holding you in place, obviously just as excited to feel you against his body. He nibbles on your lower lip before licking across it and then his face is suddenly gone from yours. You just stare at him all dumb and breathless, still entangled with him. His thumb brushes over your lip, wiping away the moisture left behind from the kiss and continues to put it in his mouth. You stifle a whine at the sight, trying to collect yourself at least a little bit, so you slide off the windowsill. Not taking into account Jungkookâs close proximity to you, the movement makes you rub yourself against his groin by accident. Heâs not shy about the groan that leaves him at the contact, but he steps back a bit to give you space anyway.
âWant to give sleep another shot?â he asks you, brushing over your cheek one last time before removing his hand.
âMhm,â you nod. âIâm gonna take a shower first though.â
âGood idea,â Jungkook sends you off with a pat to your ass, making your face heat up even more.
Oh, you really need a cold shower for more than one reason.
You finally step out of your sweaty clothes, dropping them in a pile on the bathroom floor. When the spray of water hits you, you sigh. It feels so good to finally wash away the grime. What you canât rinse off is the tight feeling between your legs as you think about Jungkook, shirtless and sweaty, pressed to your body. You take a few minutes to just stand under the water raining down on you, fighting the urge to touch yourself, thatâs how riled up the kiss has gotten you.
When you turn off the water and get out of the shower, you realize that there is only a small towel, nothing that could actually cover your body in any decent way. You only brought panties to the bathroom with you. The only thing you find attached to the door is a questionable bathrobe. Better than nothing, you think after inspecting and smelling it, deciding itâs clean. You quickly towel-dry your wet hair with the small cloth so you donât look like a dog that got caught in the rain before slipping on your panties and the robe, closing it around you with its belt.
Jungkook has returned to the cuck chair when you come back out. Heâs reclined back into it, leisurely stretching his spread legs out as he eyes you with heavy lids. Heâs so fucking sexy lounging there in just his jeans, his upper body glazed by sweat, making his tattoo glisten in the dim light of the bedside lamp. You nibble on your lower lip absentmindedly, slowly stepping closer.
And heâs looking right back at you like he wants to ravish you. The slight tent in the front of his pants is reassuring proof that the kissing didnât leave him unaffected either.
âAre you not hot in this?â he gestures at your robe while looking you up and down before sitting up straight.
âAre you not hot in your jeans?â you tease in response, making him chuckle.
âCâmere,â he curls his fingers at you to beckon you closer and your feet move before your brain even catches up.
Once youâre in reach, he grabs the belt of the bathrobe and pulls you into him, hands snaking to your backside when thereâs no more room between you. He massages your ass cheeks through the soft fabric at an agonizingly slow pace and youâre already becoming impatient, so you take initiative and climb into his lap, your knees around his thighs. Thereâs just enough room in the chair for you to fit. With your arms locked around his neck, you immediately go in for another kiss, licking into him. Spurred on by your eagerness, his hands slip under your robe, making the belt slowly unravel with each movement of his palms against your naked skin underneath. You didnât think it was possible in this heat, but you erupt in goosebumps when his fingers slide over your waist, up to the side of your breasts where he lets them linger before splaying them out to cup your tits.
âYour skin is so soft,â he mutters against your lips just as one of his digits brushes over a pert nipple, which makes you inhale a sharp breath. His mouth moves to the side of your neck, where he sucks on your skin, surely leaving behind bruises. The sensation makes you grind your hips down against his growing cock, craving friction. He groans into the crook of your neck, so you keep swiveling your lower body in his lap, both of your breathing increasing in speed as your arousal is escalating to new levels.
Finally, heâs had enough of the bathrobe covering his view of your body and when you let go of him, he slides it off your shoulders, dropping it to pool on the floor by his feet.
With your bare tits in front of his face, he hums in approval, his hands roaming the skin of your nude torso.
âWow,â he sighs in appreciation, licking over his lips once before latching on to a nipple. The flicking of his tongue elicits a whimper from you and makes your back arch, pressing your chest closer to him.
You can feel the rough denim covering his dick though the thin fabric of your underwear, which is already going damp as you rub yourself over him again and again.
You lift yourself off his crotch, your hand finding his belt, undoing the buckle. When you struggle to open the fly of his pants one-handed, he removes his hand from your tit and looks up at you.
âYou sure?â he asks you softly and when you nod, he helps you out by popping the button himself, so you just have to pull down the zipper. He lifts himself off the seat just enough to wriggle the jeans down to his thighs. His hard dick twitches excitedly when you palm him through his Calvin Klein boxers.
Jungkook reaches between you, his fingers finding your still clothed pussy, just ghosting over your core, tentatively. You instinctively press down into his touch, sighing, which impels him to run his digits over the moistened fabric harder. Feeling your arousal through the panties already, he pulls them to the side, giving him access to run his finger between your labia. âLike silk,â he muses quietly, before dipping in further, gathering your wetness.
âDripping for me already,â he groans, his breath fanning over your neck now. âSo fucking hot.â
His middle finger finds your entrance then and pushes in slowly before curling it once inside. You writhe in his hold, impatient to be filled by him. After pumping a few times, he slides in a second finger, the pads dragging across your walls which each movement of his wrist, making you whine.
When the thirst for his cock takes over you, you reach down to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just far enough to free his hard dick. He moans lowly when you wrap your fingers around him, squeezing before giving him a determined tug, your thumb spreading precum across his tip.
His fingers slip out of you then, leaving you clenching around air. His hand comes up on top of yours on him, engulfing your smaller one completely, guiding your pumps. Your juices on his fingers add to the glide, every stroke along his length now producing a nasty squelching sound.
With his free hand, he fishes out his wallet from his jeans, producing a single condom. You basically rip it out of his fingers, tearing the package open with your teeth. After slapping his own hand away from his dick with the back of yours, you roll on the rubber.
He takes hold of your wrist and gently twists you palm up under his face, then lets a drop of spit fall into it. You spread the drool around his shaft before lining yourself up to the tip of his cock.
Jungkook grips on to your waist as you lower yourself down on him until youâre flush to his crotch. The stretch makes you whimper as he slides into you, his own head falling back on to the chair with his eyes closed.
âShit,â he mutters, voice strained. âYou feel amazing.â
Thatâs enough encouragement for you to start moving, your hips going in circles as you bounce up and down. His cock curves just the right way to rub over your g-spot each time you slam your ass down into him.
His fingers have wandered to your ass cheeks, kneading at the supple flesh. Heâs not guiding your movement, he lets you take the reigns as you ride him like your life depends on it.
The damn cuck chair is restricting you though, your knees confined by the armrests, you canât get into it the way you know would blow his fucking mind. When you lift yourself off his cock, his head shoots back up, looking at you quizzically as you move off his lap and lower yourself on the floor between his legs. He spreads them immediately, accommodating you kneeling before him.
You peel off the condom, throwing it aside, before bracing yourself on his thigh with one hand. His palm comes down to land on top of your fingers running over the muscle of his upper leg. He caresses your hand as you close in on his cock, poking out your tongue to give it tiny kitten licks all over. His gaze never leaves you when your lips finally close around his leaking tip and he immediately twitches in your mouth with a whimper. Your lips are wet from precum and you let them run over his tip and down his shaft before taking him in properly. While you work your way down his length, your tongue flat against it, small whine-like sounds keep escaping him, contrasting the low groans he huffed out before and itâs making your head swim with need.
You hollow out your cheeks, sucking him down as far as you can go, your tongue swirling over his frenulum and through his slit on every upwards move. Heâs too big to get all of him into your mouth, so you wrap your fingers around the remaining length, aiding with flicks of your wrist.
The groans from earlier begin to mix in between the higher-pitched whimpering, his fingers gripping on to yours harder as you keep going.
Jungkook is staring at you through the whole blowjob, mouth slightly agape, his chest heaving.
âSo damn pretty with my cock in your mouth,â he muses between huffs, his free hand tangling into the back of your hair.
The praise goes straight to your pussy, throbbing and feeling neglected. Youâre sure though itâs not going to be for long while you keep bobbing your head. And you were right, because soon after he peels you off himself gently by your hair, his other hand helping you up. He pulls you closer to him, slotting his lips against yours for a lazy kiss with his fingers grazing your jaw.
After breaking the kiss, he gets up, his sweaty back sticking to the leather producing a moist squelch, taking you with him and walking you over to the bed while stepping out of his jeans and boxers on the way. He lays you down on your back with an arm around you.
This time itâs him getting on his knees at the end of the bed. Jungkook grabs you by your waist and pulls you towards him, your legs spread around his head. He removes the panties still bunched up next to your pussy, taking a deep whiff of them before tossing them aside. He dips his head between your thighs immediately, mumbling against your core.
âYou smell like heaven,â you can barely make out, his voice muffled by your skin, but itâs enough to make you moan at the dirty compliment. Maybe you have a praise kink that you werenât aware of before, because heâs driving you insane.
The last thing you see before your head falls on the mattress is his twinkling eyes looking at you with hunger-blown pupils. Then his mouth is on you, his tongue running along your slit, lapping up the gathered arousal. Each pass of his tongue is pulling you further into oblivion and when he finally sucks your clit between his lips, all you can do is gasp and grip the bedsheets. His nose is pressed to your pubic mound as he lavishes at your pussy, relentlessly flicking over your most sensitive spot. Heâs really not wasting any time, already having you right on the edge.
He alternates between his tongue and his lips in a mind-numbing rhythm and then two of his fingers push into you as well. Feeling him press his fingertips into your walls and working your clit at the same time has you arching off the bed.
âDonât stop,â you plead, your orgasm approaching in a rapid pace.
With one last curl of his fingers inside you, you clench around them and come on his face. Your thighs close around his head, caging him in as your hips lift off the mattress accompanied by a strangled whimper. Your body twitches helplessly as he keeps lapping at your clit, bordering on overstimulation as your orgasm slowly ebbs down and you finally have to push his face away from between your thighs.
âFuck, I could eat you out forever,â he groans, his lips and chin dripping in spit and your wetness as he reluctantly detaches from you. âI canât get enough of your pussy. So sweet.â
You laugh breathlessly, slumping back on to your elbows. âYeah, I could tell.â
He comes up from the floor, his palm wrapped around his rock-hard cock, stroking himself. When he looks down on you with hooded eyes, you grab his arm and pull him down. Jungkook chuckles as he lands on top of you, holding himself up with one arm so he doesnât crush you.
His leg slots between yours and his cock drags along your hip, smearing precum on your skin when he crashes your lips together. After feverishly letting your tongues tangle and bodies rub against each other, giving you time to recover, he pulls away and rolls onto his back. Using the moment, you grab a condom from your backpack next to the bed before you follow along, swinging your leg over his thighs to straddle him. You put the protection on him with gentle hands, only tugging lightly a single time when youâre done. Hovering just above his twitching cock then, you start exploring his torso, fingers running across his abs up to his chest, feeling the taut muscle contract under your hands. You trace the tattoo that goes from his arm, over his shoulder down to his pecks. His nipples are hardened and you canât resist brushing over them, small, dark and stiff, contrasting his pale skin. His hips hitch up at the teasing touch, making his cock glide between your labia. He whimpers and curses under his breath as he keeps sliding along your pussy, still puffy from the orgasm. The tip of his dick catches on your clit with every hump, your body now moving in sync to his motions, increasing the delicious friction.
On your last slide downwards, you angle your hips and with you still being soaked and spit-slick, his cock enters you without resistance. His hands on your ass tighten their grip as he sucks in a harsh breath. You canât hold back your own drawn-out moan as your pussy is finally being filled out again. With your fingers splayed on his abdomen for support, you lift up slightly just to slam back down. Thereâs no slow start, youâre not playing around, immediately gyrating your hips with every bounce, your pussy gripping his cock tightly like itâs trying to rip it off.
The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin, wet squelching every time you move back down on his cock and a symphony of both your moans echoing off the walls.
Jungkook lets you lead again, but after a while, he canât help but thrust up into you, matching your rhythm and speed. You straighten out your back so you can reach behind you, cradling his balls, massaging them while you rock in his lap, before dipping down further to press into his taint firmly, pulling another whimper from him.
âDamn,â he presses out, his dick pumping into you. âYouâre the best fucking ride of my life.â
With his cock dragging along your walls, you let yourself fall forward and his arms close around your lower back, holding you close. You rest your head against his shoulder, your ass still drawing circles on him, your cheeks ricocheting every time your hips meet. At this angle, your clit is now rubbing against him, making you gasp at the much-needed friction while he shoves into you from beneath. It doesnât take long for you to get close again, so you grind down harder, chasing your high.
When your moans increase in volume, Jungkook digs his hands back into your ass.
âThatâs it,â he breathes against your ear. âCome on my cock like a good girl.â
His words unravel you immediately, the coil in your stomach snapping and you come for a second time with a cry, the intensity almost overwhelming. Your pussy clenches around him tightly, making him groan through gritted teeth under you. You sob into his shoulder while you try to keep riding out your orgasm with trembling thighs and your whole body convulsing.
Jungkook doesnât give you a chance to calm down this time. With strong arms, he lifts you off him and on your back. He stares down at you with dark eyes as he positions himself between your legs before he grabs the back of your knees and basically folds you in half. Jungkook rams his cock back into you without warning, the bed creaking loudly under the pistoning of his hips. You can do nothing but take his delicious slams into your sensitive pussy, too fucked out to contribute, your breathing coming out in shallow huffs between moans.
With a particularly harsh thrust, you hear a bed slat crash into the floor. Jungkook doesnât seem to care that heâs not only taking you apart, but also the bedframe, rapidly approaching his orgasm judging by the stuttered grunts that reverberate around you. You feel like youâre getting vertigo from Jungkook all over and inside you, the effects of you coming so hard still lingering, having you blissed out and your brain comfortably empty.
It doesnât take long for his movements to go choppy.
âFuck, how are you still so tight⊠so⊠perfect,â he struggles to grit out between heavy breaths before his hips still and he releases his load inside you accompanied by stuttered moans. The fingers on the back of your thighs dig into your skin, probably leaving marks, as he continues pumping into you sloppily until your pussy has milked every last drop of cum out of him and he canât hold himself up any longer. His body gives out, trembling, and he lets go of your legs before collapsing on top of you.
With his face in the crook of your neck, he exhales a shaky, incredulous laugh. Your fingers tangle into the back of his hair, caressing his scalp while he comes down. You are close to drifting off with Jungkookâs weight pressing into you, a calming feeling washing over you, when his voice startles you awake again.
âAre you okay?â he asks you with a hoarse voice, lifting himself off you, taking off the condom and settling against your side instead. His arm finds your middle and he pulls you closer.
âBetter than the bed,â you giggle sleepily.
Reluctantly, you move out of his embrace, not willing to risk having to continue your road trip with a bladder infection.
âIâll be right back,â you let him know.
You traipse to the bathroom to pee and when you come back, Jungkook is on his back, snoring lightly. You quickly pull on a baggy t-shirt and some panties and climb back into bed, careful not to wake him. When you snuggle into his side, his mouth curls into a smile and he hums.
âIâm taking you to breakfast before we go back tomorrow,â he mumbles with a sleep-tinged voice before drifting back off.
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Mind to Filth
Tags: MDNI, needy Jungkook X shy female reader who becomes filthy asf, it's mostly all sexting, online best friends to sex friends, oral sex(both receiving), anal sex, nipple sucking, breastfeeding
Summary: Jungkook and Yn start chatting about more than daily topics
Jungkook lived alone in his sleek Seoul apartment, enjoying the privacy his fame afforded him after years in the spotlight. He and Yn had been close online friends for over a year. They first connected in a BTS fan Discord during late-night gaming sessions, then moved to private KakaoTalk. What began with memes, music recommendations, and light banter evolved into profound conversations about philosophy, art, music, dreams and hidden desires. Yn lived abroad, which made everything feel safe and unreal,like a private fantasy.
Her sharp intellect fascinated him. The way she dissected complex ideas with clarity and wit made his pulse race in ways he had never expected. One humid summer night, after a particularly deep discussion on repression and human urges, Jungkook could no longer hold back.
Jungkook: Yn, the way your mind works is properly fucking sexy. So intelligent it makes my cock throb just reading your words. That brilliant brain of yours⊠I need it filthy. Ever thought about sex chatting? No pressure, but Iâm already hard imagining you letting that clever mouth run wild for me.
Yn: Jungkook⊠youâre serious? Weâre just friends. Iâve never done anything like this before. It feels so sudden.
Jungkook: Dead serious, baby. I want to hear every dirty thought that smart head of yours can come up with. Iâll start if youâre nervous. Tell me what youâre wearing right now. Iâve been wanking for the past hour thinking about your last message on impressionism. My cock is leaking like a tap.
Yn:Just a thin t-shirt and knickers⊠This is all new to me. Feels dangerous. I shouldnât even be typing this. My face is burning.
Jungkook: Good. Touch that pretty cunt for me and send a voice note moaning my name while you do it. I need to hear how wet you get for me.
Jungkook: [Dick Pic] Close-up of his thick, veiny cock gripped hard in his tattooed fist, swollen head glistening with precum. *Your brilliant fucking mind did this to me, Yn.*
Yn: Oh my god⊠youâre massive. I canât believe you sent that. My heart is racing. Alright⊠first time ever doing anything like this. [Tits Pic] A clear photo of her full, soft breasts, heavy and round, with stiff, dark nipples begging for attention.
Jungkook: Jesus Christ, Yn. Those perfect tits. Iâm going feral. I want to suck them raw until theyâre bruised and swollen, like Iâm breastfeeding from you while I ruin your holes.
Yn: I⊠I donât know what to say. This is so embarrassing but Iâm really wet now. No oneâs ever talked to me like this.
Chat â 2:19 AM
Jungkook: Fuck, those tits are going to live in my head rent-free. Pinch your nipples for me and tell me how it feels.
Yn: Theyâre so sensitive⊠I did it. It sent a jolt straight down there. This is too much. I feel shy even admitting that.
Jungkook: Shy looks good on you, but I want you dirty. Imagine me on my knees sucking those tits hard, biting them while I finger you. Iâd drink from you like Iâm breastfeeding.
Yn: that sounds intense. Iâve never thought about someone sucking my breasts like that. Itâs making me squirm but Iâm too nervous to say more.
Jungkook: Donât hold back, smart girl. I love how your mind works, but right now I need it dirty.
Yn: Okay⊠maybe Iâd let you. If you were gentle at first. But I shouldnât be saying this.
A few days later â 11:47 PM
Jungkook: Been thinking about you all day. Your last smart take on existentialism had me stroking in the shower. Send me something. Anything.
Yn: Iâm still shy about pictures⊠but I touched myself earlier thinking about your message. Just light circles. Nothing crazy.
Jungkook: Tease. I want more. Iâd eat your pussy from behind until you shake, then move to that tight little ass with my tongue.
Yn: ass? You mean⊠anal? Iâve never tried that even in my head. It sounds scary but the way you describe it⊠Iâm getting wet again. Donât laugh at me for being shy.
Jungkook: Not laughing. Iâll go slow. Tongue-fuck that tight hole first, get you sloppy wet, then train it with my fingers before I bury myself balls-deep. Youâd love it.
Yn: Maybe⊠Iâm imagining it now. Your tongue there. Itâs dirty but turning me on.
One week later â 1:55 AM
Jungkook: Iâm so hard it hurts. Your intelligence is foreplay. Now be a good girl and describe sucking my cock.
Yn: I⊠okay. Iâd kneel and lick the head slowly. Like a lollipop. But then Iâd get shy and stop. Is that okay?
Jungkook: Filthy tease. Iâd grab your hair and force it down your throat until you gag. But first those tits. Iâd suck them like Iâm breastfeeding, leaving marks all over.
Yn: The breastfeeding thing⊠itâs weirdly hot. Iâd let you suck hard. Bite my nipples. Iâm touching myself properly now. Two fingers.
Jungkook:[Voice Note] Deep moan of her name while stroking. âYn⊠fuck, those tits.â
Yn: Your voice is so hot. Iâm close already.
Days like these passed and yn was getting more and more confident, sending Jungkook pictures and acting like nothing happened.
Jungkook: Send another pic. I need those tits again. I jerked off three times today thinking about you.
Yn: Alright⊠here. [New Tits Pic â nipples pinched and red] I did this for you.
Jungkook: Good girl. Look at those hard nipples. Iâd pinch them while fingering your cunt and ass at the same time.
Yn: I want that. Your fingers stretching both holes. And⊠anal. I keep thinking about your thick cock pushing into my arse while you play with my clit. Making me full.
Jungkook: YES. Iâll train that tight ass until youâre begging. Tongue first, then fingers, then balls-deep pounding.
Yn: Fuck⊠Iâm dripping on my sheets now. Iâd clench around you so hard.
8:34 PM
Yn: Iâve been bad today. I edged myself for an hour thinking about you sucking my tits raw while you fuck my arse. I want bite marks all over them. Bruised and swollen after you have been breastfeeding for hours.
Jungkook: Holy shit, Yn. Youâve gone full filthy. I love this side of you.
Yn: yes, baby, just for you. I want you to slap my tits while you thrust into my pussy or maybe ass? . Make them jiggle. Then pull out and feed me your cock straight from my dirty hole. Iâd suck it clean like a whore.
Jungkook: [Dick Pic â mid-stroke, veins bulging, precum everywhere] This is what you do to me now.
Yn:Mmm, that fat cock. Iâd deepthroat it until my eyes water, then pull back and tease the head with my tongue. Edge you until youâre growling. Then Iâd beg you to cum on my tits and make me swallow every drop.
Jungkook: Youâre feral now. Iâm obsessed.
Yn:[Voice Note] Wet squelching sounds of fingers plunging in and out of her cunt, moaning loudly: âJungkook⊠fuck my ass harder. Suck my tits dry. Iâm your cumslut.â
Jungkook was so obsessed, he would text her randomly even in public. He couldn't think about anything else. She was so beautiful to him, he would hug her and never let go.
Jungkook (3:12 PM): Canât focus on anything. Your smart little analyses turn me on so much my cock aches. I miss you. Need to bury my face in your cunt and smell how wet you get for me. Then tongue-fuck your ass until you squirt.
Yn: Iâm at work and now Iâm soaked. Iâd sit on your face and grind my arse on your tongue while you finger my cunt. Then Iâd make you suck my nipples so hard they leak for you. Breastfeed fantasy is stuck in my head now.
Jungkook (2:07 AM): Woke up throbbing again. Canât stop thinking about breastfeeding from those tits while I finger your arse. I need the real thing, Yn. Iâm going insane without you.
Yn:Come here and do it then. I want your mouth latched on my nipples for hours, biting and sucking while you stretch my pussy with three fingers. Iâd cum just from that. Then Iâd swallow your entire load straight from the source, no wasting a drop.
Jungkook: Fuck, youâve become such a dirty girl. I love it.
Yn: I was shy at first but now I crave it. I want you to cum deep in my ass, then make me push it out so you can watch. Or feed it to me from your fingers while you suck my sore nipples again. Iâm touching my clit right now just typing this.
Jungkook: Iâm so fucking close. Imagine me sucking hard on your tits, leaving deep bite marks all over, while I pound your gorgeous arse raw. Balls slapping against your wet cunt.
Yn:Yes- harder. Bite them until I scream. I want my nipples raw and sensitive. Iâm riding my fingers pretending itâs your thick cock in my arse. Iâd clench so tight around you.
Jungkook:Iâd pinch your clit at the same time. Make you squirt while Iâm buried balls-deep in that tight hole.
Yn: Iâm cumming-shit-I want drink your cum straight from your cock. Iâd swallow it all, then lick your balls clean like a greedy slut.
Jungkook: [Voice Note] Raw, growling moan of her name as he explodes: âYn-fuck-take my load.â
Yn: I came twice. First riding my fingers like a whore, then licking them clean pretending it was your thick semen. I want the real thing so bad now.
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The chats continued like this for months, daily filth, voice notes, more pics, and increasingly dark fantasies. Yn had transformed from the shy girl who hesitated at every message into a confident, feral partner who matched Jungkookâs hunger step for step. Their conversations never lost the intellectual spark, often starting with deep talks before descending into pure depravity.
Months after their chats had spiralled into pure depravity, Jungkook flew to Ynâs city in complete secrecy. As a famous idol, he moved like a shadow, mask, cap, and private transport ensuring no one knew. He had told her only the day before that he was coming, but the reality hit her differently when the knock sounded on her apartment door.
Yn opened it with trembling hands. There he stood: Jungkook in the flesh, taller and more intense than any video call could capture. His dark eyes burned with unrestrained hunger the second the door clicked shut and he locked it behind him. Yn stepped back, heart hammering. This had always felt safe online, distant, imaginary. But now he was here, real, breathing hard, looking at her like he wanted to devour her whole.
âJungkook⊠Iââ she started, voice shaky, still processing.
He didnât let her finish. His gaze locked onto hers, dark and feral, pupils blown wide with lust. âDonât be surprised by what Iâm about to do,â he growled, voice low and dangerous, stepping forward until she was backed against the wall. âEvery single filthy thing we talked about in those chats, Iâm doing it all. Right now. No holding back.â
Before she could respond, he crashed his mouth onto hers in a brutal kiss. His tongue invaded her immediately, fucking her mouth with the same hunger heâd described so many times. One hand gripped her jaw, tilting her head exactly how he wanted, while the other ripped her thin top open with a sharp tear. Her bare breasts spilled free into the cool air. Jungkook pulled back just enough to stare down at them, groaning like a starving man.
âThese tits⊠the ones Iâve jerked off to in every picture you sent. Finally mine to destroy.â
He shoved her onto the bed, crawling over her with predatory grace. His eyes never left hers as he latched onto one nipple with savage hunger. He sucked greedily, tongue flicking and swirling rapidly over the stiff peak, moaning deeply into her skin as if he were truly breastfeeding. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room. His teeth grazed and bit down, leaving red marks that made her gasp. His tattooed hand mauled the other breast, pinching and twisting the nipple hard, rolling it between his fingers until she cried out.
âJungkook⊠oh godâŠâ Yn moaned, back arching, fingers threading into his hair. She loved every second, the intensity, the way his eyes flicked up to meet hers while he sucked, watching her reactions like he was addicted.
He switched sides, sucking even more violently on the second nipple. He pulled it deep into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, moaning louder as if trying to drink from her. His free hand slapped the first breast lightly, watching it jiggle before pinching the sore bud again. Ynâs hips bucked involuntarily; she was soaked already, loving how feral he was, how he claimed her exactly as promised.
Jungkook stripped them both fully naked in record time, his heavy, veiny cock springing free, rock hard, thick, and leaking precum down the shaft. He forced her legs wide apart, eyes locked on her dripping cunt. âSoaking wet for me already. This cunt and ass belong to me now.â
He buried his face between her thighs with feral intensity. Long, sloppy licks dragged from her swollen clit all the way down to her tight arsehole. He sucked her pussy lips into his mouth, tongue plunging deep inside her cunt while two thick fingers slammed in and out. Then he moved lower, his tongue pushing insistently into her rear hole, tasting and stretching her as he moaned against her skin. His eyes kept flicking up to hers, watching her face contort in pleasure.
Yn came violently within minutes, thighs clamping around his head as her juices flooded his face and tongue. She squirted messily, crying out his name, loving every filthy second of it.
He flipped her onto all fours without warning, spreading her arse cheeks wide. âYou wanted anal, yeah?â he growled, voice rough. âBeg for it.â
âPlease⊠fuck my ass, Jungkook. I need it,â she whimpered, pushing back against him desperately. She loved this, how real it felt, how he made her beg just like in the chats.
He lubed his massive cock generously and pressed the fat, leaking head against her puckered hole. Inch by agonising inch he sank in, stretching her burning ring wide open. The intense burn mixed with delicious fullness made her eyes roll back. When he bottomed out, balls-deep, he groaned gutturally, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before locking back onto hers over her shoulder.
âJungkook⊠fuck!â Yn cried out, back arching deeply.
âYour arse is choking my cock so perfectly. So fucking tight and hot,â he rasped, staring into her eyes as he started thrusting,deep, relentless strokes that made her whole body jolt. One hand reached around to rub her swollen clit in tight circles, the other mauled her swinging tits, pinching and twisting her sore nipples. He leaned over her back, biting her shoulder hard as he pounded her. Yn shattered again, squirting around his fingers while her arse clenched rhythmically around his thick shaft, loving the overwhelming fullness and the way his eyes stayed on her the entire time.
Jungkook pulled out slowly, watching her hole flutter. He flipped her onto her back and straddled her chest, his cock still glistening with her ass juices, hovering over her face. âOpen that smart mouth wide for me.â
Yn obeyed eagerly, eyes locked on his as he shoved deep down her throat. She gagged and drooled messily, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she loved it, the taste, the roughness, the way he fucked her face while staring into her eyes with pure possession. At the edge, he pulled out and erupted across her tits in thick, hot ropes of cum, painting her breasts and nipples white.
âSwallow what you can, baby,â he ordered, voice hoarse.
He scooped up his semen with two fingers and pushed them into her mouth. Yn licked them clean greedily, moaning at the salty taste, her eyes never leaving his. Then Jungkook lowered his head again, sucking his own cum off her nipples with filthy, wet sounds. He moaned loudly while doing it, grinding his still-hard cock against her thigh, eyes half-lidded in bliss.
âIâve needed this so badly,â he rasped between greedy sucks, tongue flicking her cum-covered nipples. âYour brilliant mind. Your slutty holes. All of it. Youâre mine now.â
He moved down and fucked her cunt next in deep missionary, pinning her legs over his shoulders so he could slam against her cervix with every thrust. He pounded so hard and deep she felt him in her stomach, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Jungkook watched her face the entire time, growling, âLook at me while I ruin this cunt.â
Then he flipped them, making her ride him reverse cowgirl. His hands spread her ass cheeks wide, thumbs teasing her freshly-fucked hole as he thrust up brutally. Yn bounced on his cock, loving the way he filled her, the slap of skin, the feral grunts he made.
Finally, he pulled her off, made her kneel between his legs, and fed her a second massive load straight onto her waiting tongue. âSwallow every drop like the good girl you are.â
Yn did exactly that, looking up at him with teary, satisfied eyes as she swallowed every thick spurt, licking her lips clean. She loved every filthy second of it, the claiming, the mess, the intensity.
Jungkook collapsed beside her on the bed, pulling her close into his arms. His cock was already twitching against her thigh, ready for another round. He kissed her deeply, tenderly this time, stroking her hair as they caught their breath.
âThis isnât fantasy anymore,â he murmured against her lips, eyes soft but still hungry. âYouâre mine. Iâm going to keep stretching every hole, sucking these tits dry, and feeding you my cum until you canât think straight.â
Their chats never stopped after that night. They only grew filthier, now laced with vivid, detailed recaps of exactly how incredible it felt in the flesh,every thrust, every moan, every swallow. What started as online words had become an addiction they both craved in reality.
Blank Pages. JJK [m]
bestfriend!jungkook x reader
Genre: one-shot; smut; romance; non-idol!jk; f2l
Words: 8k
Synopsis: You have a secret: you're a popular writer on Wattpad. The worst thing that could happen is your best friend Jungkook to discover that your erotic novels are about him...
Warning: protected sex; oral sex (f. receiving); writing of sex scenes
JK was pounding into me at an animalistic pace. I couldn't help screaming his name due to the overstimulation of the three precedent orgasms. His grip around my hips tightened as he was reaching his high. A few more dick strokes were provided before I could feel his hot shots of cum inside my pussy.
It didn't take long for the both of us to fall asleep, exhausted by the intense sex ride.
Your cheeks are red when you finish posting the new chapter of your story on your Wattpad account. Vivid images of the imaginary roll in the hay fill your brain â and your panties with wetness. You always feel the same after writing a sex scene starring your best friend: horny and guilty. You can't imagine how Jungkook would react if he knew he was the main character of a popular erotic online novel... You would die of embarrassment, knowing your best friend, whom you are madly in love with, had discovered your deepest sexual fantasies â featuring him. On the other hand, writing those filthy stories is your way to control both your feelings and your desires. Jungkook is your best friend, you can't risk your friendship.
You didn't have any thoughts other than trying to contain your sexual attraction for him when you created your Wattpad account. You had never thought that so many people would read your stories. You can't deny that you feel kind of proud that people love your writings but you also feel horrified that so many strangers are fantasying â and obviously masturbating â on your best friend. You are so glad that you kind of anonymized him by using his nickname JK. You mean, people could think it stands for Jin-Keon, right?
Just as if you needed some reminder that your writing is nothing but fiction, your phone screen brights up to notify a new message from the very same Jungkook.
'Hi, buddy! We're going to the club with the guys, wanna join?'
You hate so much when Jungkook calls you 'buddy'. It's so far away from the nicknames you wish he'd give you. In your stories, JK always uses 'baby', 'babe', sweetheart' and this is what you want... Not a stupid 'buddy' like you were his classmate in sixth grade!
You growl in frustration and answer that you're too tired and you're just going to bed. Your best friend replies that he is disappointed not to see you tonight and you hate how your weak stupid heart melts at that. You are also disappointed not to see him tonight or every single day of your life. You wish you could go home after work and know that Jungkook is waiting for you before heading to bed, together. You know damn well those are silly thoughts and maybe that's why they hurt so much. They are too far away from reality.
As you think.
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You hum, half-asleep as you feel something moving against you. You tighten your arms around the thing next to you to keep it still. However, it moves again to softly caress your hair.
"Y/N, let's go to bed" A whispered voice says
You lowly growl and bury your face deeper into the thing you're hugging. If you weren't in this sleepy state, you could notice that what you have in your arms is actually Jungkook. He doesn't really mind and it's not the first time your movie night ends up with you falling asleep. He'd just let you gradually collapse on him because he knows you always feel cold when you are sleeping. So he is happy to provide some warmth while you're visiting Morpheus' world. He even rested his arm around your shoulders to be a little more comfortable to watch the end of the movie â and enjoying this excuse to hug you.
But now, the film has ended and the couch is not the best place for a full night of slumber. Jungkook sighs when he accepts the fact that you just won't wake up. He tries, as gently as he can, to stand up and lifts you up in his arms. He pushes his bedroom door open with his foot, which causes him to almost loose balance. Finally, his mission is a success when he lands you on his bed without waking you. He smiles softly as he looks at you. He wonders what you are dreaming about right now. Are you having nightmares because of the horror movie? Or are you in a happy place full of your loved ones? He hopes for the latest.
He heads to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and joins you in bed. He knows you don't bother sleeping with him â it's not the first time either. And honestly, if he knew your feelings for him, he could be even more aware of how poorly you care. He makes sure the covers are tightly wrapped around you and scoots closer to hug you. He likes how your smaller body fits in his embrace â it's way better than his usual pillow. He gives you a small peck on the top of your hair and follows you in dreamland.
The sunlight coming through the unwell closed curtains wakes you up. You're surprised not to feel cold as usual in the morning. You want to lift your hand to rub your swollen eyes but you can't: something, or more like someone is completely wrapped around you. Your eyes snap open when you realize it's Jungkook. You turn your head and your heart melts at the sight: his sleepy face is so cute, especially with his pouty lips. You're close enough to clearly see his scar on the cheek as well as the little molds on his nose and under his lower lip. You wish you could taste its softness. You move carefully to free one arm and you caress your best friend's hair as softly as you can to not wake him up. You almost moan when you feel how silky it is underneath your fingertips. God, Jungkook is so perfect that it hurts to look at him.
Your heart beats fast in your chest due to the proximity but it suddenly stops when Jungkook, in his sleepless, presses you closer against his body. And then, you feel it. As clear as day. His morning wood. It stands hard against your lower belly and you gulp. Does your saliva drive straight to your pussy? Because your panties are now soaked. Oh god, Jungkook's cock is pressed against you and you love it. All kind of sinful scenarios take control of your brain and you wish your best friend was a sleepwalker but more like a sleepfucker. Okay, you are clearly deranged...
A normal person would try to bring some space between your two bodies but you do the opposite: you scoot closer, almost grinding on his boner.
Small sleepy growls from Jungkook make you stop moving as you really don't want your best friend to know how much of a sexual freak he is turning you into.
"Good morning, goober" Jungkook says with his sexy raspy voice before kissing your forehead
"Hi" You reply with cheeks as red as a tomato
Fuck, you still feel his dick but Jungkook doesn't seem in a rush of stepping away. Does he not feel it? Or maybe he does and he needs some friction because he fucking holds you tighter. You wish you could feel embarrassed but it's not the main emotion you experience: your horniness takes the most of you. If Jungkook doesn't release you soon, you could jump on him to ride him. Perhaps all the hot sex scenes you have written are messing up with your brain and you can't distance fantasy from reality.
(Un)fortunately, your best friend frees you to stretch. You try your best not to peak at the tent of the sheets caused by his hard-on. Jungkook leaves the bed and stands up in front of you, asking about breakfast with a very distant â according to you â voice. However, you can't focus on any words he is saying because the only thing that gets your attention is his â huge â bulge in his boxing shorts. He clearly doesn't wear any briefs and your mouth waters at the fact there is just one layer of fabric separating you from his cock â and also a whole moral code but you can't care about it right now. On the hand, it's not like Jungkook would stop you but you don't have any idea of it. A sparkle of playfulness brightens his doe eyes as he notices how you are gazing at his dick.
"Are you even listening to me?" Jungkook asks while snapping his fingers right in front of your face
"I-Jungkook, you..." You start but struggle to find the words that won't make you look like a sexual freak
"What?"
"You, uhm, seem to be awaken" You eventually decide to say
Jungkook looks at you with a faked questioning face and you point at this crotch. Rather than to be embarrassed, your best friend smirks proudly.
"Impressed, right?" He teases you and your cheeks take a new brighter tint of red
"Jungkook!" You scold him but you secretly are impressed by his obvious blessed area â way bigger than you have wrote
Your best friend just laughs with his childlike cheerful chuckle and announces that he'll cook some rice with sausages. You fall back on the bed, sighing in frustration. Jungkook is driving you crazy and you wish you could take off his wry smile by sitting on his pretty face. However, you decide it would be wiser to just sit on a chair and have breakfast with him.
"I could like to go to Songdo Beach today and go on a ride of the Busan AirCruise" You say at one point, your mouth full of food which makes barely impossible for Jungkook to understand you
"Why? You already did it a hundred of times"
"But it's raining today!" You pout "You know I love the atmosphere the rain gives to the skyline"
Your best friend does know it. You have told him countless of times how relaxing you find the sound of the rain on the glass cable car and the pale blue, almost lavender color, the Busan sky gets tinted on rainy days. Jungkook sighs to pretend it's a burden to go with you but you both know he likes it too.
As usual, the queue is not that long. Busan people tend to stay home or to take shelter in the numerous trendy coffees. What a shame people don't appreciate how nice it is to fly upon the near ocean while raindrops surround you. As usual, Jungkook buys the tickets for the two of you. You don't quite understand why he insists every time to pay but you can't deny it is heart-warming. Your best friend knows it's one of the things you love the most in life so he just wants you to enjoy it entirely.
A soft smile paints your lips as you step in the cable car. Slowly elevating you in the sky, you watch the nearby buildings growing away between the big and round drops of water. The sight is blurred yet so poetic. The glass floor allows you to take a peak at the waves and if you look at the ocean side, you can see some huge cargo boats, waiting in Busan bay to deliver their merchandise.
The calm atmosphere, enhanced by the melody of the rain on the glass, soothes you. However, Jungkook couldn't just let you be and he suddenly moves to make the cable car swing. You scream and scold him which only makes him laugh. As usual.
"Let's take a picture" Jungkook says while pulling off his phone from his oversized bomber jacket pocket
Then, he sits next to you and frames to crystalize both your two faces and the skyline in the background on the photo. You and your best friend smile brightly. If someone asks Jungkook right now, he could say that it's one of sunniest days ever because of how radiant you are.
"A last one" Jungkook announces
He clicks on the button to snap the picture at the exact moment he pecks your cheek. The photo clearly notifies how surprised you were, your eyes growing wider and your mouth slightly opened. However, your shy face mixed with your blushed cheeks make you really, really cute in Jungkook's opinion. He can only chuckle as he gazes at the picture with affection eyes. He will definitely make it his new wallpaper.
However, the small peck you have received from your best friend moves you more than it should. Your heart beats so loud in your chest that it seems to echoes down to your toes. You try to calm down and you resonate: it doesn't mean anything for your best friend. It's just a small friendly peck. Fuck, you write some erotic stories in which the characters fuck like beasts, you can't be all shaken up by a stupid kiss on the cheek!
You soothe your crazy heart by focusing on the view of the grey tinted skyline and on the few people defying the rain with their umbrellas. Deep down, you know it's the best memory you will have on the Busan cable car despite the numerous times you went on.
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"What do you think about this one?" Jungkook asks you a few days later while presenting another shirt in a dark blue color
You try hard to put a smile on your face to hide your painful chest. Does your best friend have any idea that helping him choosing an outfit for his date is torture for you? You could wince at the pain if you didn't have to act like normal.
"I think the white one is better" You answer nonetheless "You can't go wrong with it"
Jungkook nods and then finishes you completely: he casually takes off his t-shirt, flashing you with his so perfect buff chest. If it's true that you sometimes gripe when your best friend spends two hours at the gym, you are so thankful of it now. You practically drool when your eyes run through his flexing biceps â the right one delicately wrapped with ink â, his well-defined pecs and his fucking hot abs. You almost faint when your glance ends up its route on his very low pants, making his V-line and the hem of his black underwear visible. His skin seems so soft, your fingertips tickle at the thought of touching it. Fuck, this is better than anything you have ever written. You gulp when you think about all the nasty things you could like to do with Jungkook's torso.
"So, what do you think?"
Jungkook's question snaps you out of your fantasies but you have absolutely no idea of what he is talking about. Suddenly, the thread escaping from your jeans is very much interesting and you just pray that Jungkook hasn't noticed how you were eying him.
"About what?" You timidly ask
"Gogi Yummy, the restaurant I'm taking her to. Do you think it's a good idea?"
Your heart squeezes painfully when you think about Jungkook having a perfect date, doing everything you could like him to do, with someone else. You wish you could be a good best friend and be happy for him but the truth is that you love him too much not to feel hurt when he is going on a date.
"I think it's great" You reply as cheerful as you can be but still not looking to him in an attempt to hide the hurt in your eyes
"What about you?" Your best friend suddenly asks
"What about me?" You repeat his words with confusion, brows furrowed
"When are you going on a date?" He clarifies
You sigh while notifying him that you don't have time to look for a date. The real reason is obviously your feelings for Jungkook, you don't want anyone else but him.
"You know Jimin, right? The last time I saw him, he told me you were cute. Maybe you should give him a chance" Jungkook tells you with an encouraging tone but you only wince, which makes him sigh "Look, if my date goes well, we'll do something together, the four of us. This way, you won't feel pressured. How does it sound?"
Awful. But there is no way you'd confess that, especially when Jungkook is looking at you with his sparkling doe eyes and his so cute bunny smile. So you tell him that it's a great idea and you hope, even more than before, that his date is a disaster so you don't have to go on a double-date during which you won't be the partner of the person you love.
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JK was drawing delicious patterns on my clit with his tongue. I couldn't help tugging on his raven hair, not really knowing if it was to stop him or to urge him to do it harder. My breathe was cut when I felt a long and thick finger sliding into me, automatically making my walls clench around it.
"I'm close"I told JK, which provoked a proud smirk on his face
His only mission on Earth seemed to be providing me great orgasms â and he'd never failed.
"Come on, baby. Make me taste your yummy juices" He teased me, sending me on the edge
He stood up and took off this t-shirt so I could admire his delicate yet strong torso, the definition of perfection. His muscles were making me feel all kinds of butterflies in my stomach â or was it the remains of the orgasm? â and JK knew it well. He knew he was teasing me, and the way he was flexing his muscles proved me right. My mouth watered and my hand caressed the bulge of his six-pack. His tattoos always had an effect on me, making him as intriguing as sexy. A sin I wouldn't care to go to Hell for.
I wished I had time to enjoy it more but I had to go to work â JK's cunnilingus made me late as it made me come.
You save the last chapter and publish it on Wattpad. You stroll through the comments and smile when you read some very supportive ones. Almost every readers are in love with JK â only of they knew that real life Jungkook is one hundred times better. You sigh in content and close your laptop, ready to head to bed but your phone rings, stopping your plans of having a good and relaxing sleep.
'My date went great. Save your Friday night buddy cause we have a date ;)'
Why does your best friend have absolutely no clue of the draggers he is stabbing into your heart? To be fair, he went on this date because he thinks he doesn't stand a chance with you but you obviously don't know that. You growl and turn in your bed, tugging your sheets around you like if you were a burrito. Yes, going on a date with Jungkook is one of your dreams but going on a double-date with Jungkook having another date than you is a nightmare. You spend the night ramming through all the possible ways the date can go, which leads you to cry when scenarios of your best friend kissing a girl in front of you play in your mind.
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You growl while taking your clothes out of the washing machine. You don't what went wrong but it seems like every single pieces of clothing has sized down. Well, you could guess what went wrong: you were deep in thought and clicked on the wrong washing program. You sigh when you see your favorite dress... A slight and ridiculous hope that maybe it's not too bad makes you try it on, which takes you way more efforts than usual. But it only confirms what you thought: the red dress is now so tight that it looks like a second skin. The bottom hem barely covers your underwear and shows some of your ass in the back. And let's not talk about the neckline because it's worse: half of your bra is on display.
Of course, fate is never on your side â because it has been such a nice day so far. You hear your front door opening and it only means one thing: Jungkook is here. He is the only one to have a spare key â which was supposed to be for emergency but turned out to be a way to visit you without warning every time he is in the mood to. You start to panic but you don't have time to cover yourself as your best friend's pretty face appears. You feel embarrassed to show so much skin to Jungkook, even though you often fantasize about him seeing way much more. Shock â and some other expression that you could interpret as lust â paints his features. His eyes run through your very exposed body and your cheeks match the color of your 'dress'.
"Are you going to wear that?" Jungkook asks with a as natural as possible tone while he places his hands in front of his crotch to prevent you from noticing his growing boner
"Are you crazy?!" You defend yourself "I fucked up my laundry, that's all. I have no other choice than to throw away my favorite dress" You sigh in despair
On the other side, Jungkook likes the new style of the dress. It's now his favorite. Fuck, you're hot. You look so naughty. And it's even better when you turn around and some of your asscheeks are visible. He wonders how they would jiggle if he'd spanked you. He knows he shouldn't have this kind of thoughts about you but he can't help it. Your body is so fucking perfect. The peak he had of your big rounded tits, covered by your bra which led appear the shadow of your picky nipple, and the almost peak he had of your panties drive him mad. He does't think you should throw the dress away. You should keep it. For him. For when he fucks you.
Jungkook tries to get rid off those thoughts but his hard-on makes it difficult. When you send him off to change, he gladly accepts and opens your fridge, pretending he is looking for some soda, to let the cold soften his cock. You'll be the death of him.
"What are you doing here?" You asks, making your best friend jolt
Jungkook grabs a random can and turns around to discover you are now wearing your usual light green sweatpants and an oversized t-shit â former his, if he might add. You are really messing with his brain because earlier, with your tiny dress, he could pretend that his attraction was just a normal one of a guy seeing a sexily clothed girl. But now, even with a not so appealing outfit, he still thinks you're beautiful and hot.
You lift one brow when your best friend doesn't answer. Jungkook clears his throat and tries to gather his thoughts. He needs to focus on something other than you, otherwise he risks to cancel all his plans to fuck you against your washing machine.
"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to grab some food at PadThailand. It's been a while and I know you like it"
Your heart melts at the fact that Jungkook thought about you before ordering from one of your favorite restaurants. Your smile seems to illuminate the place, so much that your best friend wishes he had sunglasses. You nod with enthusiasm, spurring Jungkook to call the restaurant and book a table.
You've changed, for the third time of the day, into a simple jeans and long sleeves sailor top. You feel proud to match the area of PadThailand, the restaurant being close to one of the small ports of Busan. Delicious scents of fresh cooked fish fill the air, putting you in the mood of eating. You could even change your usual order and try the lemongrass cod fish. You giggle with eagerness, you can't wait to have your stomach full of delicious food.
"You look like you're in a good mood" Jungkook notices, a few meters from the restaurant location
"Of course!" You reply, cheerful "I'm going to one of my favorite restaurants and I'm with my favorite person"
You don't realize how your words made Jungkook stop his track. You continue your way to the door while Jungkook is trying his best to hide his wide bunny grin.
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Friday night. The day of your 'date'.
You did make an effort on your outfit, opting for a cute black denim skirt and silver top. Actually, you were quite surprise when you stepped into the restaurant and discovered that your clothes matched Jungkook's. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought that people around you would mistake you two as a couple. However, the euphoria left soon as your eyes landed on your best friend's date: a gorgeous girl named Minji. It took you everything you have to smile at her and lie while saying 'nice to meet you'.
Thankfully, the awkward silence that was getting set at your table disappears with Jimin's arrival. You can't deny that the brown haired man is handsome. Honestly, if you weren't so head over heels for Jungkook, you could kill to kiss Jimin's pulp lips. You also like the white light cotton t-shirt with longs sleeves Jimin chose to wear: the thin fabric gives a peak of his dark inked patterns. Do you have a tattoo kink? Well, it's definitely Jungkook's fault.
After ordering some drinks and food, you are starting to think that the night is not a complete torture â despite the occasional kisses between Jungkook and Minji. The girl is actually very nice and tries her best to find common tastes between the two of you. It honestly would be way easier if she were a bitch... You can't even hate her!
Jimin, on the other hand, is funny and shares a lot of stories of his last holidays which were a rollercoaster of unpleasant events. You don't have to force yourself to laugh and genuinely find his company pleasant. Yet, you can't imagine having feelings for someone other than Jungkook. You love him like you've never loved before. He swipes away every competition without even trying. He is more handsome, funnier, nicer than anyone else. He knows you more than anyone and he knows how to help you before you can even say you need him. It's like he can read in your mind, what a shame he can't see in your heart that it's full of him...
However, Jungkook begins to regret having set a date for you. Yes, he is Minji's date but it's just an attempt to stop thinking of you. Actually, he thought that if you were with Jimin, it would help him putting an end at his stupid crush. But the dragger in his heart when you smile at Jimin is a clear reminder that it's not just a silly crush... Jimin is having everything Jungkook wants to have with you. He wants to take you at the restaurant, as a date, just the two of you. He genuinely had more fun at PadThailand with you the other day â when he could pretend it was a real date, even if it was just in his head â than now with Minji. But he thinks you'll refuse if he asks you out, you have never acted like Jungkook could be something other than your best friend.
"Hey, Y/N" Minji starts with a cheerfulness that you can imagine innate in her "You said you love reading. You should follow this Wattpad account"
She hands you her phone and you stop breathing when your very username appears on the screen. Your whole body freezes and your blood is redirected in your legs to run away.
"The author is so good! Her writing is amazing" Minji continues
The compliments would please you in other circumstances but right now, it's the worst thing ever.
"And fun fact, the character of JK makes me think of you" She adds as a killer shot for you when she turns to address Jungkook
You feel so ashamed that you just keep your head down, the phone giving you a great excuse for it. You wish you could just curl up and die. Oh my god, what if Jungkook reads it? What if he knows it's about him? He will definitely know JK is supposed to be him! And he will fucking know how you dream about him fucking you in all kind of lustful fantasies! He'll think you're sick and deranged, there is no other way. He'll think you are obsessed with him and will cut all ties with you. Your throat is so tight that you can't even breath properly. You need to escape, far and fast.
You wait ten minutes not to sound suspicious and then fake an emergency, lying that you have received a text from one of your friends. Jimin, so kind by nature, offers you to drop you off but you refuse, even though you do appreciate the gesture. You basically run away and yell a taxi to head home as fast as possible.
Panic takes control of your body, making you shake and breath heavily. You walk back and forth in your bedroom as you wonder how you are going to get rid off this troubled situation. You definitely can't delete your Wattpad account now, it'd look way too suspicious. The only thing that soothe you is that Jungkook doesn't like reading so he won't look at your â erotic â stories. Right?
Why did you have to write those? You are so stupid, fantasizing on your best friend and making the whole world know! You should have kept your sexual dreams in your bed, rather than crystalizing them on white pages.
Your hands cover your burning cheeks before going to the bathroom and splashing some cold water on your face as a ridiculous attempt to wake up from this nightmare.
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Two weeks have passed since the double-date. Jungkook and you have hanged out like nothing happened â actually for Jungkook nothing happened. However, even though you really wanted to hide from him out of embarrassment, you couldn't without presenting yourself as the culprit of these stories. Your best friend was his usual self and he didn't even talk about your Wattpad account, which slowly relieved you. Like you said, Jungkook doesn't like reading, he won't do it so you can live your life without thinking about it anymore. You did stop writing though and you felt sad when you've read comments of people missing you and waiting for the next chapter.
What you don't know is that Minji has insisted so much, arguing that the main male lead of your story was just like Jungkook, that your best friend took on himself to browse through your Wattpad account. And he read everything. At first, he was quite amused at the resemblance: more than the JK name, the fictional character has black hair and tattoos just like him. The sex scenes were intense but still a little too soft for Jungkook who likes it real rough â but it's not like you can know it. But then, Jungkook grew suspicious, some scenes being very familiar to him. Like the one of the two main characters going to the beach but can't to swim because they forgot their swimsuits. Or the one when they were cooking together and JK seasoned the meal the narrator took hours to cook with sugar instead of salt. Another example was an argument between the two characters over the film they should watch at the theatre. Jungkook clearly remembered a very similar scene with you that ended up just like the book: him buying his own ticket for Fast&Furious and you throwing your popcorn on him.
A â absolutely ridiculous and impossible â thought came to his mind: were you the author? That couldn't be. You were his best friend, and you've never seemed to be interested in him â despite his endeavours he might add. But then, how could the scenes in this book be so much like the ones you two'd shared? And then, a crazier thought lighted up in his brain: are all the sex scenes you have written one of your desires? Would you like him to fuck you, to finger you, to lick you? Thinking about your pretty face torn by pleasure made him hard in his pants. He went though the hot scenes for a second time, trying to acknowledge what you like. As insane as it might seem, if Jungkook has the chance to, he'll fuck you and he wants to be prepared. Well, that's if you are indeed the author of the book. Which is such a foolish idea that he can't allow himself to grow too excited because the odds are not in Jungkook's favors.
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You are heading to Jungkook's place after receiving a text from him. He asked you if you wanted to watch a movie and you accepted. However, when you enter his apartment â you also have a spare key of your best friend's door â, the usual bowl of popcorn is no where to be seen. Jungkook has a ravishing look with his grey sweatpants and black oversized t-shirt. It's just his common look but it's so good on him.
"Hi" You greet him with a hug "You don't have any popcorn?"
"No, but maybe I have some underbaked cookies that we could eat with ice cream" He replies
You just freeze. Those underbaked cookies with ice cream are something you've written in your story. Did Jungkook read it? It's a catastrophe. You have to act like it's nothing, like you don't know what he means but god, you're such a shitty actress and your best friend knows you better than anyone else.
"Why would I want underbaked cookies?" You ask but your tone is so unsure that it only betrays you
"I don't know" Jungkook starts "Maybe because I'll get to eat you out to be fully satisfied"
Oh god. He. Did. Read. Everything. You wish the ground opened underneath your feet to swallow you whole. You throat is too dry to reply anything and your burning cheeks are screaming 'I'm the author! I'm guilty your Honor!'. You want to run away but you can't, your body refuses to move and you just keep looking down. You are so ashamed that your eyes get watery. Jungkook must hate you to have sexualized him like you did. Worse, you published this sexualized version of your best friend on the Internet and thousand of people have read it.
"Why did you write those stories?" Jungkook asks you
His tone is not harsh but not sweet either. It's just a little softer than neutral and it hurts in your heart.
"I don't know" You whisper with a shaky voice
"Don't lie to me, Y/N" Jungkook cups your face with his hands to force you to look into his so beautiful doe eyes "Tell me, I'm just trying to understand"
You are destabilized not to see any anger or disgust on your best friend's face. You thought he could be furious but he is not. He really seems curious to know. But that would mean you'd have to confess your feelings and you're not ready to hurt.
"It's just things that came to my mind" You half-lie
"So it doesn't mean anything?"
Your mouth opens in surprise at your best friend's question. Or more precisely at his tone. It's like he is hoping for it to mean something. You're taken aback. It's really not the reaction you expected. You remove his hand from your face so you can try to think again. You're lost in all the overwhelming emotions you're experiencing.
"I-" You start but nothing follows
You don't know what to say. Especially when Jungkook is looking at you with such an intense yet loving eye. Like he wants you. All of you. Your mind, your heart and your body. And you'll be happy to give them to him actually.
"Do you love me, Y/N?"
Once again, your eyes widen. You shouldn't be this surprised, it is just a logical question to ask after your interaction. You want to tell him but you're scared. Jungkook is perfect. He is the most handsome man but it's nothing compared to his personality. He is sweet and caring. He is hard-working and never gives up. He is supportive and always willing to help his friends. He is so perfect. Too perfect for you. You have nothing to offer him, he could find someone better just by snapping his fingers. But your best friend stops all those negative and destroying thoughts when he speaks again.
"You don't have to tell me" Jungkook says with a deep voice you've never heard before "I won't either. But I will show you"
With those last, enigmatic words, he cups your face with his tattooed hand. A immediate feeling of warmth rises upon the area he is touching. His thumb caresses your cheek, so delicately that you could think Jungkook is afraid to break you, but it soon drifts away to land on your bottom lip. The thinner and pinkish skin is soft underneath the pad of his finger and he can't wait any longer: he needs to feel the softness with his own mouth.
He kisses you and god, what a perfect kiss. The best one ever. His pulp lips feel like silk. The pressure is the right one: deep enough to draw butterflies in your stomach but not too much to completely overpower you. Jungkook wants to give you the opportunity to stop the kiss if you want to. But you surely don't want to. Quite the opposite: you want more.
Your hands go up to hide in his black hair to keep him close. It's the sign Jungkook waited to deepen the kiss. His hands are now on your back, pressing you closer against his strong body. Everything is just right. You seem to know each other's body like your own. Jungkook said he was going to show you he loved you and he does. The kiss is passionate but so loving at the same time. You have the feeling to fall in love with him all over again.
Without breaking the kiss, he leads you to his bedroom, which is easy since you know well his apartment. Jungkook takes off your shirt and he looks at your breasts long enough for you to grow embarrassed. But then he whispers to himself 'so perfect' and you don't feel unsure anymore. The way Jungkook looks at you makes you feel like the most beautiful woman alive. To be fair, you are for him.
Jungkook cups your tits still covered by your bra and leans down to hide his face in the valley of your boobs. God, he loves them so much. You moan when he starts to kiss the available skin. But it's not enough, for any of you. Your hand sneaks behind your back to undo your bra and finally free your breasts. Jungkook doesn't waste time and grabs one boob before squeezing it in his large and warm palm. His mouth works on your other nipple, licking, sucking and even deliciously biting it.
He invites you to lean on his bed and you're happy to do it. Jungkook grabs the hem of your pants and slides them down with your panties. Your pussy is already glistening with arousal and it's driving him crazy. He can't even control himself when he step closer to eat you out. His tongue is fast and precise on your clit and you can't help the moans from escaping your lips. Your head is thrown back and your fists are clenched around the sheets. Your cunt is soaked by your horniness and Jungkook's saliva, creating a real mess between your legs.
"More" You groan
Jungkook smirks while he enters your tight pussy with two fingers. The stretch is so fucking good that you whimper. His pace doesn't show any mercy but you fucking love it. Maybe it's Jungkook's skills or maybe it's your strong feelings for him but your orgasm is close. Your legs start shaking and you rest them on your best friend's shoulders.
"Your pussy is so good" He says against your wet clit "You've dreamt about that, uh? You little minx"
Your head is spinning because of your horniness. You feel like drowning into pleasure and Jungkook's expert fingers hitting your g-sport repeatedly are pushing you over the edge. Your back arches and your toes curl while you're trying to control your orgasm. It's too good, you don't want Jungkook to stop just now. But then, he talks again:
"I've read how you wanted me to eat your pretty pussy. You're a little slut for me, isn't that right?"
His dirty mouth â both words and acts â makes you cum on his face and fingers. Jungkook's digits are squeezed tightly by your walls and he pushes your limits by pushing on your sweet spot harder. It cuts your breathe and you feel your orgasm lasting and lasting until you can't take the overstimulation anymore. Your legs try to close but they are stopped by Jungkook's head and your hands tug on his hair.
"I'll fuck you good"
Jungkook's promise lights up your body once again. You settle down from your high just in time to watch his strip show. His pecs and abs are so perfect. You wish you could lick them but your body is still in the fog of your orgasm so you just can lift your hand to caress him like you've dreamt of so many time. His skin is warm and soft but his muscles are hard right under. Jungkook closes his eyes to enjoy your touch. He's imagined it many times before you and your delicate fingers on him are delightful. His hard cock twitches in his pants when your hand reaches the hem of his sweatpants. The bulge is clearly visible and your mouth waters.
You push the pieces of fabric down to free is big cock. Oh god, it's bigger than you thought. Some pre-cum is leaking from his tip and you use it to jerk him off. Jungkook growls out of delight and your hand works fast on his length. The sight of your small hand around his cock is fucking hot but Jungkook wants to fuck you. You two will have a lot of time in the future to experience other things.
"I want to fuck you" Jungkook says but it's also a consent question
As much as he wants to, he won't if you tell him no.
"I want it too, Kook"
Your best friend walks to his nightstand after getting off of his pants and underwear. He grabs a condom that he quickly puts on and joins you on the bed. You're gorgeous, all naked, in his bed. Lust is written on your face and he still can't believe you're looking at him. He wants to worship you and he will, but right now, he will fuck you like there is no tomorrow.
You open your legs wider for Jungkook to take place between them. He grabs his hard cock and slides the tip up and down on your folds. Your back arches.
"Please, Kook, I want you" Your whipped voice is driving him crazy
He enters slowly, not wishing to hurt you. The way his dick is stretching you out is insane. Jungkook is big but it's fucking good. He fills you so well. When he sees you relaxing, he starts to move back and forth. Your soaked pussy helps him to enter you without any difficulty. His hands cup your face to kiss you. Your moans are swallowed by Jungkook's mouth and your hands grabs his wrists when he pounds you at a faster pace. Soon, your tits are bouncing with rhythm and your groans get louder.
The grab on your jaws tightens and Jungkook rests his forehead on yours. He fucks you passionately. You wrap your legs around his waist to deepen the poundings. The slight change of angle places his dick directly to your g-spot.
"Here!" You scream and clench around him
"Your pussy is so tight but you still want to be fucked rough" Jungkook smirks "You told everyone but me. I'm so disappointed, baby"
His dick strokes are harsher and deeper, kicking the air of your lungs every time. The sound your clapping skins create is loud and sinful. You're close again and Jungkook can feel it.
"You're sure you don't want to tell me that you love me?" He asks with heavy breathe "Because I'll fuck you better if you do"
It's enough for you. Your walls are squeezing him impossibly tight. Jungkook almost winces but the fucked expression on your face is so worth it.
"I love you, Kook!" You scream when you cum hard on his cock, your vison blurred by the tears of pleasure and love filing your eyes
The euphoric state provoked by your orgasm and your feelings make you loose your mind. You kiss him but a salty taste mixes in your kiss. When Jungkook wipes the corners of your eyes, you realize you're crying. You don't even know why.
"I love you too" Jungkook whispers
A few more hard poundings are provided and Jungkook cums in the condom. You're both panting and Jungkook is almost crushing you but you don't care. His face is hidden in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin tenderly. You hug him tightly when you finally realize that your best friend loves you too.
Your cry shakes your body and Jungkook lifts up his head and his heart squeezes when he sees you.
"Hey, don't cry, baby"
He kisses every single inch of your face: your lips, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead and even your eyes to make your tears disappear.
Jungkook pulls out of you and takes off his condom. He quickly comes back to hug you tight. You truly appreciate how gentle he is. He has always been but now, with the love in his eyes, it's even better. Your whole body feels full of love. You know it's the right moment to share all the things you've kept to yourself for years.
"My head and my heart are full of you" You say "I'm drowning in the ocean of the love I feel for you. I love so much that it hurts, Kook"
"Your words feel so good" Jungkook replies with watery eyes, gently patting your hair "I can't describe as good as you my feelings but one thing I can say is that I love you. I love you, Y/N, and I'll never be tired of telling you or showing you how much I do"
You cry like a baby, undoubtedly the result of your post-sex tiredness and the tsunami of emotions Jungkook's confession provokes. It's the first time tears provoked by your best friend are welcomed.
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"So, what's next?" Jungkook asks the next day during breakfast
Just as the last time you've spent the night at his place, he woke up with a morning wood. Except that, this time, you made love. It was different from yesterday but as good. Maybe even better because you weren't in the over-everything that your love confessions provoked. You took your time, you kissed and kissed again while caressing and feeling each other.
"Maybe I'll need some inspiration for the next date scenes" You tease him
Jungkook giggles while scrunching his cute nose. He knows you so well and yet, this part of you, your writer part, was completely unknown until a few days ago. He also knows that your book is just an excuse to take you on a date. Honestly, he doesn't have to make any excuse to ask you on a date. He wants to do it. He has been wanting for years and now, you're his girlfriend.
"You're sure you don't need inspiration for your sex scenes?" He asks playfully
You smile and scoot closer to wrap your arms around his neck.
"I could use some help" You whisper before kissing himÂ
do you know any good fics for taehyung? specifically a childhood friends to lovers trope?
Childhood friends to lovers au ~ Kim Taehyung
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thank you for adding White Lies!
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F1 racer!jungkook, Songwriter!oc, childhood bestfriends to lovers, racing accidents/crashes, public scrutiny, friends to lovers, hate comments, emotional dependency, jealousy, miscommunication, angst, toxic fan culture, media pressure, arguments, alcohol consumption, anxiety, emotional burnout, slowburn, smut.
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desclaimer: this is a fictional story and does not reflect the real personalities or lives of any idols, drivers or celebrities mentioned. pls remember this is all fake and made for fun !!
note: guysss i've been trying real hard to wait till i finish my first series before uploading this. But i can'tttt, i've been in love with this idea eversince i got it months ago, and now i'm finally gonna write abt it wohoo. Like imagine an F1 ferrari racer jungkook, uughhhh, i'd do anything for him no shit. Also the overall theme of the fic is so differant from curent theme, but i didn't really wanna change it for now. let's see, i might do it in a while. anyways, i hope ya'll like it, i'm really excited for this one!! Love ya'll mwah mwah<3
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when the stoic and devastatingly handsome sir jeon jungkook is appointed as your personal knight, sworn to guard your royal highness with a will forged from steel, you quickly discover that his greatest strength may also be his most infuriating trait, he is utterly immune to you. no matter how tightly you lace your corset, he remains the perfect knight, eyes respectfully averted, jaw set like stone. but while sir jungkook may be a man of steel, you are a princess accustomed to getting what you want, and with every sinful intention of discovering whether even the realmâs most loyal knight could be brought to his knees for you.
âŻâŻ pairing: knight jungkook x princess y/n
warnings: erotica, forbidden medieval fantasy au, porn with plot, age gap, yearning, size difference, oral fixation (f.), unprotected sex, the princess is very horny, cold,dom!knight, bigdick!knight, breeding, pregnancy trope, war brutality, motherhood, subtle angst
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The great hall of the royal palace echoed with the murmurs of the assembled court. The King sat upon his throne, his stern gaze sweeping over the line of elite knights who had come to compete for the highest honor in the realm, becoming the personal protector of his only daughter, the princess, you.
The position was coveted for many reasons, but none more obvious than the princess herself.
Beauty had always been your burden as much as your blessing. Tales of it traveled farther than merchants and faster than ravens, crossing borders until even distant courts spoke your name with a mixture of admiration and longing. Princes penned verses in your honor without ever meeting you. Even seasoned knights, men hardened by war and duty, often found themselves disarmed by nothing more than a smile.
With your coronation fast approaching, the kingdom stood on the brink of celebration. It would be the grandest event seen in decades, drawing princes, dignitaries from every corner of the continent. Some would arrive seeking alliances. Most would arrive seeking you.
The prospect amused you more than it excited you.
âProtecting my daughter is not merely a matter of strength,â your fatherâs voice boomed through the hall. âIt demands unyielding discipline and absolute loyalty. You will each face three trials. The princess herself will accompany you, so that you may prove your worth in her presence.â
Your eyes swept slowly across the line of knights standing before the throne, a faint mask of boredom kissing your beautiful face, certain that none of them would truly be able to handle you.
For years, entertaining yourself at the expense of knights had become something of a pastime. A lingering touch against a gauntleted hand, a mere whispered compliment that left disciplined warriors suddenly forgetting their own names. Watching them struggle to maintain their composure was endlessly amusing.
You had notoriously toyed with men like this, living wildly beneath the weight of your royal title, and your father knew this better than anyone. That was precisely why he had designed these trials.
He wasnât simply looking for the strongest sword arm. He wanted a knight with sharp intellect and the rare ability to withstand your constant attempts to live life on your terms rather than as a perfectly mannered princess.
A small, intrigued smile played on your lips when the first few knights stepped forward. They were impressive in brute force, but you could already tell they would crumble the moment you decided to play.
Then he stepped forward.
Sir Jeon Jungkook.
Even fully armored, with only his dark, piercing eyes visible through the narrow slit of his helmet, once his unflinching gaze met yours for a brief second, a strange spark ignited low in your belly. You tilted your head, studying those dark eyes with growing interest.
The first trial took place that very evening in the smaller banquet hall. Only a select few courtiers were present. You sat at the high table beside your father, sipping from a jeweled goblet.
Unknown to the competing knights, the King had arranged for one of the wine pitchers to be laced with a powerful sleeping draught. Harmless, but potent enough to leave the princess disoriented and vulnerable. Only the King, a few trusted advisors, and the princess herself knew of the plan.
The knights had been given only one instruction: protect the princess. No further details.
As the evening progressed, the effects of the draught began to take hold. Your thoughts grew pleasantly hazy, movements slower. The jeweled goblet nearly slipped from your grasp once before you caught it. A second time, you laughed at something that had not been particularly funny.
Several knights noticed. Some were too busy trying to appear vigilant, eyes constantly scanning the room for imaginary assassins.
A few noticed your condition and drew dangerously close. One insisted on helping you stand despite the fact that you had not asked for assistance. Another rested a hand against your lower back almost inappropriately while guiding you through the room. One knight even smiled when he realized how heavily you leaned upon him after stumbling.
The courtiers watched everything. So did the King.
You were beginning to feel genuinely annoyed when a tall figure stepped silently between you and yet another overeager knight.
Sir Jeon Jungkook.
Unlike the others, he had not hovered around you all evening. He had remained where a royal protector belonged, close enough to intervene, distant enough to respect your space.
Dark eyes studied your face through the narrow opening of his helmet. âThe princess has had enough wine,â he declared.
The knight beside you scoffed. âShe seems perfectly finââ
âShe does not.â
You watched surprise flicker across the other knightâs face.
Sir Jungkookâs hand briefly closed around your forearm as you swayed, steadying you before immediately letting go the moment your balance returned.
Within moments he had summoned two ladies-in-waiting to accompany you back to your chambers. When another knight offered to carry you himself, Sir Jungkook declined on your behalf before you could even answer.
âHer reputation is as important as her safety.â
For the first time all evening, genuine curiosity stirred within you.
Most men saw opportunity when they looked at you. Some saw beauty, a few saw a future crown. Yet somehow, Sir Jeon Jungkook seemed to see only his duty.
As the ladies guided you toward the doorway, you glanced back over your shoulder.
âHow noble of you, Sir Jungkook,â you teased, voice softened by the draught. âAre you always so resistant to temptation?â
His gaze never wavered. âMy duty is to protect Your Highness.â
For reasons you could not quite explain, that response lingered in your thoughts far longer than any flirtatious remark ever had.
The final trial was, by all appearances, the simplest.
After weeks of staged attacks, hidden tests, the remaining candidates expected one final demonstration of skill. Some anticipated a duel. Others believed they would be sent to defend the princess from another fabricated threat. Instead, the King announced that the last trial would consist of a single week of personal duty beside the princess. No further explanation was offered.
The knights were disappointed.
You, however, knew exactly what your father was doing.
The trial was not designed to test strength or intelligence. It was designed to test restraint.
Most of the candidates failed within days. Some became overly eager whenever you requested their company.
Others ignored palace protocol the moment you suggested bending the rules. One knight allowed you to wander through the city market without informing the royal guard because he was too eager to please you. Another accepted an invitation to share wine in one of the palace balconies despite knowing perfectly well how improper it appeared. Every failure was carefully observed and quietly recorded.
Only one knight remained infuriatingly impossible.
Sir Jeon Jungkook.
The more you watched him, the more determined you became to discover his weakness. Surely he had one. Everyone did.
At first, your attempts were harmless. During walks through the palace gardens, you lingered beside him instead of remaining ahead as protocol dictated. During meals, you directed most of your conversation toward him. More than once, you deliberately brushed your fingers against the steel of his gauntlet while speaking. Other knights would have turned crimson. Some would have stumbled over their own words.
Sir Jungkook merely stepped aside and continued his duties as though nothing had happened.
Perhaps it was the way every other knight had spent the past weeks attempting to impress you, the King, or the court.
Where others sought favor, he sought only to fulfill his duty. And thus, when the day of the final judgment arrived, the outcome surprised absolutely no one.
Your father rose slowly from his seat.
âSir Jeon Jungkook,â he declared, voice echoing through the hall. âYou have successfully completed all trials. You have shown not only strength and intellect, but the rare ability to anticipate danger and resist⊠temptation.â His gaze flicked briefly to you. âFrom this day forward, you are hereby appointed as the princessâs personal royal knight and protector. Guard her with your life. And may the gods help you.â
A murmur rippled through the court.
You turned toward Sir Jeon Jungkook, stepping just close enough that your crimson gown brushed his armor.
âWelcome to my service, Sir Jungkook,â you whispered so only he could hear. âI do hope youâre prepared. Resisting me may prove to be your greatest trial yet.â
His dark eyes held yours with unshakable strength. âI was under the impression I had already passed that one, Your Highness.â
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Having Sir Jeon Jungkook follow you around all day wasnât ideal.
It had not even been three months since his appointment as your royal knight, yet his constant, silent presence had already begun to grate on your nerves. He was always a towering shadow in dark armor, never more than a few steps behind. What annoyed you most was his utter lack of reaction.
No matter how boldly you flirted, no matter how you tightened your corset in front of him until your breasts nearly spilled over, no matter how many times you âaccidentallyâ brushed against him, he remained perfectly composed.
What bothered you most of all was that you still had no idea what he looked like. Only those dark, intense eyes visible through the narrow slit of his helmet. The rest of him remained hidden behind steel, a constant, frustrating mystery.
The journey to the neighboring kingdom for the grand alliance celebration had been long and stifling. You rode in the royal ornate covered carriage borne by four strong horses and guarded on all sides. The extravagant gown you wore was beautiful but suffocating, the tight corset pressing against your ribs and making every breath feel like a struggle. Boredom weighed on you like lead.
Your dearest friend, Lady Isolde rode beside you in her own litter. She was to be wed in a month, and the two of you had spent the journey giggling like girls again, whispering behind silk curtains.
âHeâs so tall,â Isolde teased, peeking through the gap toward where Sir Jeon Jungkook rode steadily beside your litter. âAnd those eyes⊠I wonder what the rest of him looks like under all that steel. Do you think heâs handsome, or just another brute?â
You laughed softly, though your gaze lingered on the narrow slit of Jungkookâs helmet, where those dark, intense eyes remained fixed forward.
âAs if,â you replied, laced with mock boredom. âHeâs far too proper. I could tighten my corset until my breasts nearly spill, and he wouldnât even glance.â
Isolde giggled. âYou should try. For science.â
Sir Jungkookâs eyes flicked toward the litter for the briefest second before returning forward. You smirked. Annoyed as you were by his constant, unflinching presence⊠you were also undeniably intrigued.
That night, after the feasting and music had died down and the royal party made camp near the forestâs edge, you slipped away, desperate for even a moment of peace, and determined to test just how far his restraint could stretch.
The air had grown chilly, carrying the faint bite of early autumn as you made your way to the forbidden stretch of the deep bend where the river water ran swift and dangerously deep. No one was permitted here after dark, especially not the princess.
You knew he would follow.
The heavy footsteps of armor soon echoed behind you on the rocky bank.
âYour Highness,â Sir Jungkookâs deep voice rang out, firm. âThis area is strictly prohibited at night. The currents are treacherous and the water is far too cold. We must return to the palace at once.â
You barely looked at him. Your eyes were fastened upon the vast expanse of the river, moonlight dancing across its dark surface like scattered diamonds. You wanted nothing more than to feel the cool waves kissing your bare skin, to swim freely under the moon with no eyes judging you in, except his.
A small, unusually kind smile touched your lips as you turned toward him.
âWhy donât you join me, Sir Jungkook?â you asked softly, your voice carrying on the gentle night breeze. âJust for a little while. The water looks so peaceful tonight.â
Sir Jungkook stood like a statue in his dark armor. âYour Highness⊠that would be highly improper,â he replied, voice low. âI am here to protect you, not to⊠bathe with you.â
You let out a soft, melodic laugh and began walking toward the riverâs edge, the hem of your gown brushing the grass.
âWell, I suppose thenâŠâ you bit your lip, your fingers moving to the laces of your gown with aching slowness. âI shall swim, and you will stand guard like the loyal knight you are.â
You could feel his intense eyes watching through the narrow slit of his helmet as you loosened the ties. The rich fabric slid from your shoulders like liquid silk, pooling at your feet.
Completely bare under the moonlight, you wore nothing beneath. Your skin glowed luminous and your full breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples already stiff from the cold night air. The curve of your waist flared into soft hips, and the smooth, delicate skin between your thighs was on full display.
Sir Jungkook immediately turned his head sharply away, staring fixedly into the dark trees.
âYour Highness!â His voice was strained. âThis is highly inappropriate. I cannot allowââ
âYou donât have to allow anything,â you cut him off, dripping with defiance. âYouâre not permitted to touch me while Iâm bare. So youâll just have to stand there.â
You waded into the river with a soft gasp. The icy water bit into your skin, but the thrill of rebellion pushed you forward. You swam out deeper, the cold making your body hypersensitive.
You glanced back at the bank. Sir Jungkook stood like a statue, head turned away, refusing to look at your naked form even once. His armored fists were clenched tightly at his sides.
A thrill of satisfaction ran through you.
You felt exhilarated. Free. And wickedly aware that the most disciplined man in the kingdom was standing on the bank, fighting not to look at you.
âAre you really going to stand there all night, Sir Jungkook? The water feels wonderful⊠and Iâm all alone out here.â You swam further out, the cold water caressing every inch of your bare skin. A soft, content sigh escaped your lips.
It would be a plain lie if you said you werenât at least a little relieved that he had followed you. The deep bend was no joke. its treacherous currents and deadly depth were feared even by The King. Yet here you were, aching to tear down the walls of the knight who refused to bend to your charms.
You floated lazily on your back, letting the moonlight kiss your bare skin. Then, with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you took your chance.
Once a subtle current tugged at your legs, you gasped dramatically, flailing your arms and letting out a soft, helpless cry. âOhâ!â
You fought back a giggle, pretending to be a damsel in distress, knowing the current wasnât strong enough to truly endanger you. You wanted to see if you could finally crack his composure.
But the gods had other plans.
Without warning, a far more treacherous undercurrent slammed into you like a living beast. It dragged you under violently, twisting your body, filling your mouth and nose with icy water. Real panic surged through you as you lost your breath and sight in the black depths.
âJungkook!â you screamed, the sound barely coherent as water rushed into your lungs. This time, it was no act.
Sir Jeon Jungkook did not hesitate for even a fraction of a second. He plunged into the river fully armored, cutting through the violent current with powerful strokes. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, yanking your naked body against his steel chest as he fought the river with raw, expert strength. You clung to him desperately, coughing and gasping as he dragged you back to the rocky bank.
The moment he pulled you ashore, his helmet caught on a low hanging branch and was ripped clean off.
You lay on the grass, gasping for air, when your eyes finally focused on the man hovering above you.
And you forgot how to breathe.
Sir Jeon Jungkook was devastatingly, unfairly handsome.
Wet raven black hair clung to his forehead and sharp, sculpted cheekbones. Water droplets traced the strong line of his jaw and dripped from sensual lips. His dark eyes, now fully exposed, were intense and beautiful, framed by long lashes and thick brows. A faint scar graced his left eyebrow, adding a rugged edge to his otherwise perfect masculine beauty.
Before you could speak, he swiftly grabbed his crimson cloak and draped it over your naked body, covering you completely with careful reverence. His gaze remained locked strictly on your face, never once drifting to your exposed skin.
âAre you okay, Your Highness?â he asked, voice rough with concern. A faint blush colored his cheeks as he noticed the way you were staring at his now-bare face.
You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. The combination of the dangerous current, the shock of nearly drowning, and the overwhelming sight of your knightâs true face left you dizzy and speechless.
Your vision blurred. You passed out in his arms.
Sir Jungkook pulled you closer against his armored chest, one large hand gently brushed your wet hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly tender. He lifted you effortlessly, cradling you like a warrior carrying his lady, your head resting against his broad shoulder, body wrapped securely in his cloak, legs draped over his arm as he carried you back to his mare.
He mounted carefully, keeping you nestled safely against him as the horse began the journey back to the palace through secret paths.
You woke briefly as he laid you down on the thick rug before the hearth in your royal chambers. The fire was already roaring. You were still wrapped in his cloak, beneath it only a thin silk bandeau now clung to your body, the delicate material barely containing your breasts, pressing them together in a deep, soft cleavage that rose and fell with each shaky breath.
You trembled from the cold and the lingering shock of the river.
Sir Jeon Jungkook remained kneeling by the fire, his movements precise as he stoked the flames. Water dripped from his raven hair onto his armoured shoulders. Then he rose to his full, imposing height, towering, broad shouldered.
Without a word, he reached for his helmet, which rested upon a nearby oak chest, clearly intending to conceal his face once more.
âNo,â you whispered, your voice soft yet commanding as you pushed yourself up on one elbow. âDo not put it back on.â
The knight paused, gloved hand hovering above the helm. His dark eyes met yours, intense and conflicted.
âYour Highness⊠it is not fitting for me to stand before you unveiled,â he said, his voice carrying the formal cadence of a sworn knight. âI must maintain the dignity of my position.â
You sat up fully, the cloak slipping slightly from one shoulder, revealing the smooth curve of your skin and the edge of the silk bandeau. Despite the cold still clinging to your bones, warmth bloomed low in your belly as you gazed upon his face, truly beheld it for the first time.
âCome closer,â You rose to your knees on the rug, the cloak parting further as you reached for him. âLet me see you properly.â
He hesitated, every line of his powerful frame taut with restraint. Yet he obeyed, lowering himself once more to kneel before you. Even on his knees, he remained nearly at your eye level, so tall and broad was he.
You lifted a delicate hand and brushed your fingers through his damp raven locks, pushing them back from his forehead. A contented sigh escaped your lips.
âYou are far too pleasing to look upon, Sir Jungkook,â you whispered, almost in awe. âI had wondered what lay beneath that steel. Never did I imagine such a face.â
Sir Jungkook remained perfectly still on his knees before you. His hands rested tensely on his armoured thighs as he fought to keep his gaze fixed on your face and not the way your breasts strained against the thin silk bandeau.
âYou flatter me, Your Highness,â he replied, voice low. âBut I am your knight. Nothing more. Please allow me to restore my helmet.â
You shook your head slowly, refusing to let him hide again. Instead, you leaned closer, your fingers still buried in his damp raven hair.
A new, overwhelming wave of admiration and obsession washed over you. This man... this mature, hardened, breathtakingly handsome knight was kneeling before you like a devotee. The realization sent a fresh rush of heat between your thighs.
âYouâre older than me, arenât you?â you murmured softly, continuing to caress his hair with gentle strokes. âHardened by battles and years I havenât yet seen.â
You wondered how many more scars he carried beneath that heavy armor hidden across his broad chest, his strong back.
âI am twenty eight, Your Highness,â he answered quietly, his deep voice carrying that disciplined tone you were growing addicted to.
âTell me something personal,â you said, your voice turning playful yet curious. Your fingers trailed from his hair down to trace his cheekbone once more. âHave you ever been with a woman, Sir Jeon? Truly been with one?â
His jaw tightened visibly. The question crossed every boundary a knight was sworn to respect.
âYour Highness⊠such questions are not appropriate for me to answer,â he replied. You leaned in even closer, still stroking his hair tenderly, your breath brushing against his skin.
âBut I want to know,â you whispered. âHave you ever touched a woman the way a man touches a lover? Ever kissed one?â
Jungkookâs breathing grew slightly heavier. His dark eyes stayed locked on yours with iron discipline, though you could clearly see the storm brewing behind them.
âI have not, Your Highness,â he finally answered, voice low and honest. âMy duty has always come first.â
A thrill ran through you at his confession. You let your fingers drift lower, brushing along his sharp jawline. âAnd if a woman wanted you⊠desperately?â your voice dropped to a near whisper. âIf she wanted your mouth between her thighs⊠your tongue tasting her, would you deny her?â
The impure question hung heavy in the air between you. You shocked even yourself with how boldly it slipped out, but the vivid image, his devastatingly handsome face trapped between your legs, mouth glistening with your arousal made the heat bloom even more slick between your thighs.
Sir Jungkookâs hands clenched tighter on his armored thighs. A faint flush colored the tips of his ears and neck, but he remained on his knees.
âYour Highness,â he said, reverently, âI am sworn to protect you. Not to⊠indulge in such thoughts.â
You smiled softly. Then you leaned back on the bed, letting the crimson cloak fall open completely. The thin silk bandeau was the only thing left covering you, and even that felt too much now.
âThen I command you,â You looked down at him, this powerful knight on his knees before you, and felt a rush of pure need. âI want your mouth on me, Jungkook. Right now.â
âYour Highness, Iââ
âTouch me,â you breathed, cutting him off. âPlease, JungkookâŠâ
You reached down and grabbed his gloved hand, bringing it to your chest. Slowly, you pressed his large palm over the thin silk bandeau, letting him feel the soft, heavy weight of your breast. Your nipple was already painfully hard beneath the fabric.
Sir Jungkookâs breath hitched sharply. His entire body tensed, the muscles in his arm flexing under the armor as he fought against every instinct.
You didnât stop there, dragging his hand lower, sliding it down your stomach until his fingers rested between your thighs. You were soaked. your petals slick and hot against his gloved fingers.
âFeel how damp you make me,â you whispered, voice shaking with need.
Sir Jungkook let out a low, strained groan. His dark eyes were fixed on your face, but you could see the violent war happening behind them.
The most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on â the princess, the future queen, was laid out before him in nothing but a flimsy silk bandeau, legs spread, pressing his hand against her dripping cunt.
âYour HighnessâŠâ he rasped, albeit desperate. âThis is beyond forbidden. You are royalty. I am swornââ
âI donât care,â you whimpered, grinding slowly against his gloved fingers. âI need you. Iâve never felt this way before. Touch me now, my knight. Please.â
His hand trembled. For a long moment, he simply rested there, feeling your wetness soak through the leather of his glove. Then, with a broken exhale that sounded like surrender, his fingers moved.
He stroked along your soaked folds, parting the delicate petals of your most secret flower. And what a flower it was... a lush, glistening rosebud blooming only for him. Your outer lips were soft and swollen with need, flushed deep, delicate like the first blush of dawn.
As he gently spread you open, the inner petals revealed themselves: silky, and impossibly tender, layered like the finest rose in full bloom after a summer rain. At the center lay your sweetest nectar, dripping and honeyed, flowing abundantly from your aching entrance.
The knight didnât know what came over him, but your pulsing heat and slick, puckering folds had him utterly entranced. His breathing grew ragged. You could see the way his throat worked, the way his tongue unconsciously darted out to wet his lips. He was drooling.
âMay I lick you, Your Highness?â he asked hoarsely, voice thick with barely contained hunger. âPlease⊠allow me to taste you.â
The desperate plea from such a disciplined man sent a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you.
âYes,â you breathed, spreading your thighs wider for him, your voice trembling with raw need. âUse your mouth on me, Jungkook. Lick your princess until she cannot think.â
The moment the words left your lips, something in him broke. Sir Jungkook leaned in and dragged his hot, wet tongue slowly up your soaked slit. The first full taste of you pulled a deep, guttural groan from his chest. You were intoxicatingly sweet and dripping with arousal. He licked you again, slower this time, savoring every slick fold as if he were drinking the finest wine in the kingdom.
You cried out sharply, back arching off the bed as overwhelming pleasure flooded your body. The sensation was brand new, so intense it made your legs twitch violently.
âOh... Jungkook!â you moaned, fingers digging into his raven hair.
The knightâs tongue circled your swollen clit before sucking it gently into his mouth, then plunged inside your tight heat, ravishing you with slow, deep strokes. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth eagerly eating you echoed through the chamber, obscene, and shameless.
The most beautiful woman he had ever known, the future queen, was thrashing beneath him, legs shaking uncontrollably around his head, soft whimpers and loud moans spilling from her pretty lips.
Your hips rolled desperately against his face, coating his tongue, lips, and chin with your sweet release. Sir Jungkook drank every drop you gave him, groaning against your cunt as his own cock strained painfully against his armor.
He had never tasted anything so addictive.
You were already twitching, gasping, legs trembling so hard they threatened to close around his head. The pleasure was too much, too new, too overwhelming for your body.
Suddenly, Sir Jungkook pulled back slightly, his lips glistening with your juices. His dark eyes looked up at you, breathing ragged.
âShould I continue, Your Highness?â he asked hoarsely, voice thick with lust and devotion. âTell me⊠do you want more?â
You could barely form words. Your body was shaking, pussy throbbing, dripping onto the mattress beneath you.
âPlease donât stop,â you whimpered desperately. âKeep licking me... please...â
The knight obeyed instantly. He buried his face back between your thighs and attacked your clit with relentless strokes of his tongue. Two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot while he sucked hard on your swollen pearl.
The pleasure hit you like a storm.
Your entire body seized up. A loud, broken scream tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you violently. Your thighs clamped around his head, hips bucking wildly against his mouth as you gushed on his tongue. Wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through you, leaving you shaking uncontrollably, vision blurring at the edges.
You nearly passed out from the sheer intensity of it. body twitching, chest heaving, soft cries still falling from your lips as the pleasure refused to let go.
Sir Jungkook stayed between your thighs through every tremor, drinking down every last drop of your release like a man who had finally found salvation.
When your body finally went limp, trembling and oversensitive, he gently kissed your inner thigh before pulling back, his handsome face flushed and glistening with your arousal.
You could barely speak, still catching your breath as you stared at the sight of your proud, disciplined knight with your release shining on his lips.
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âThe Princess requires her knightâs escort to the eastern tower for stargazing.â
The message was innocent enough on paper. But the court had begun to notice how often you summoned Sir Jeon Jungkook for these private âduties.â Some whispered that the Princess trusted no one else. Others envied the knight who had earned such unwavering favor from the realmâs greatest beauty.
They had no idea what really happened once the tower door was bolted.
In the eastern tower under the stars, you would push Sir Jungkook against the cold stone wall and demand his mouth on you again. He always hesitated at first, âYour Highness, we mustnâtâŠâ but the moment you looked at him with those wide, needy eyes and whispered âPlease, Jungkook⊠I ache for you,â his resolve crumbled.
He would drop to his knees in full armor, push your skirts up to your waist, and bury his face between your thighs. The sounds he made while devouring you were filthy and desperately loud. wet slurps and deep groans as he drank every drop of your arousal. You quickly learned to muffle your loud moans against your own arm or his shoulder, thighs shaking violently around his head as he brought you to shattering orgasm after orgasm.
He never asked for anything in return at first. But one night, after he had made you come so hard you saw stars, you dropped to your knees in front of him, hands trembling as you freed his thick, aching cock from his breeches.
You had never seen the knight fully bare, but you had tasted him.
You took him into your mouth with clumsy but eager hunger, sucking and licking until he was groaning your name like a prayer, his gloved hand gently cradling the back of your head. When he spilled down your throat, you swallowed every drop, looking up at him with wide, adoring eyes.
The tension between you only grew hotter, more forbidden.
You began creating excuses just to be close to him.
You âaccidentallyâ wandered into dangerous parts of the forest during hunts. You âlostâ your way in the palace corridors at night. You deliberately teased foreign dignitaries until they grew too bold, all so Sir Jungkook would have to step in, pull you protectively against his armored chest, and hold you there while scolding you with his low voice.
Each time, you nestled your head against his chest plate, breathing in his scent, feeling safe in a way you had never felt with anyone else.
One quiet afternoon in the royal rose gardens, while the other knights kept their distance. The summer blooms were at their peak, rows upon rows of crimson roses spilling over marble trellises in a riot of color and fragrance. Courtiers often compared them to you. You had heard the comparison so many times throughout your life that it had long since lost all meaning.
Your attention was elsewhere when Sir Jungkook paused beside a rose bush heavy with crimson blooms. Reaching out, he selected a single flower and turned it thoughtfully between his fingers before approaching.
âA gift?â you asked.
âIf Your Highness would accept it.â
The answer surprised a smile from you.
He stepped forward and tucked the rose behind your ear. His gloved fingers lingered only for a second before withdrawing, but even that brief touch seemed to affect him more than he wished to admit.
When you looked up, his gaze was fixed upon the flower. âBeautiful things are dangerous,â he said quietly.
You laughed. âI believe roses are dangerous for everyone except gardeners.â
His expression didnât change.
âI wasnât speaking about the rose.â
Your heart fluttered so violently you had to look away. it was becoming impossible to deny how deeply you were falling for him.
The kisses grew sloppier, more desperate with every stolen moment.
In the abandoned library, your knight would press you against the bookshelves, helmet removed, and kiss you like he was drowning, tongue sliding against yours, hands gripping your waist as if afraid you might vanish. You kissed him back just as hungrily, tugging at his hair, moaning softly into his mouth while your hand palmed the hard bulge in his breeches.
Your hunger for him was insatiable. You ached for his presence constantly. The court noticed how you lit up when he entered a room, how you instinctively moved closer to him during gatherings. They saw devotion, they saw trust.
They never saw the way you both held each otherâs eyes like lovers who knew their time was stolen.
The relationship was utterly forbidden. Your father would banish him, or worse, if he ever discovered the truth. But neither of you could stop. Something real was blossoming between you.
The knight admired your wild, rebellious spirit. You admired his quiet strength and unwavering honor. In the darkness, you were no longer just princess and knight. You were becoming each otherâs secret salvation. And it was only a matter of time before the tension finally snapped.
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The Coronation.
The kingdom was in full celebration. Banners of the finest gold flew from every tower. The greatest event in decades had arrived, your coronation as Queen.
Princes from across the realms had come in droves, each more eager than the last to win your hand and the throne beside you. They brought lavish gifts, performed in grand tournaments, and showered you with compliments. The entire court watched with bated breath, waiting for you to choose.
You sat upon the raised dais in a breathtaking gown of white, looking every bit the ethereal queen-to-be. But your eyes kept drifting to the tall, armored figure standing silently behind your throne, Sir Jeon Jungkook.
He had become even more composed in public, yet you could feel the storm raging beneath his helmet. Especially when you decided to play your cruel little game.
Prince Min of Veina leaned close during the feast, whispering sweet nothings about your beauty. You laughed brightly, placing a hand on his arm, letting your fingers linger, leaning in just enough for your neckline to offer him a generous view of your breasts.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Sir Jungkookâs gloved hand tighten around the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turned white.
Another prince, a golden haired lord from the eastern isles, offered you a rose during the garden promenade. You accepted it with a coy smile, twirling it between your fingers while glancing toward your knight.
Sir Jungkookâs dark eyes burned behind the helmet. You could feel his jealousy like a living thing, hot and barely contained.
That night, after the feasting and dancing, you summoned him to the eastern tower under the usual pretense.
The moment the door closed, he was on you.
The knight pinned you against the cold stone wall. The single rose youâd been idly twirling between your fingers, a gift from one of the many princes, fell forgotten to the floor.
Sir Jungkookâs dark eyes burned with something almost feral.
âYou will be wed off soon?â he growled dangerously, breath hot against your ear.
You looked up at him, heart racing. Your long, wavy hair had finally been let down after the long day, cascading over your shoulders and hips like dark silk. The tight corset of your white coronation gown was already loosened, the fabric slipping slightly off one shoulder, revealing the smooth curve of your skin.
âWhat do you think about Prince Min?â you asked sweetly, tilting your head. âI think heâs quite lovely. So charming. He even said he would worship me every night once weâre wed.â
Sir Jungkookâs jaw clenched so hard you heard it crack. The jealousy that had been simmering all day threatening to explode.
âDoesnât it drive you mad, Sir Jeon?â You leaned in closer, letting your breasts brush against his armored chest. âKnowing your princess, the one youâve been secretly devouring every night, is wanted by so many powerful men? That they all dream of putting a ring on my finger and taking me to their beds?â
âIt is exquisite torture, Your Highness,â he growled, eyes burning. âWatching them look at you like they have any right to you. Knowing Iâm the only one whoâs ever tasted you, the only one whoâs ever made you scream.â
His raw honesty sent a sharp thrill through you. You bit your lip, loving the way jealousy sharpened his features, making his dark eyes appear even more intense. He was possessive and barely holding himself back. And you wanted to push him further.
You stepped away from the wall with a teasing smile, walking over to the tall, gilded mirror that stood near the fireplace. The white gown still clung to your body, hair cascading in long, wild waves down your back. You picked up a silver brush and began slowly running it through it, watching him in the reflection.
Sir Jungkook followed you like a shadow, stopping just behind you. His tall, powerful frame loomed in the mirror, twice your size, radiating heat and restrained fury.
âDoes that bother you, my knight?â A teasing smile played on your lips. âKnowing that soon I might have to let another manââ
You didnât get to finish. Sir Jungkookâs large hand closed around your wrist, stopping the brush mid stroke. He plucked it from your fingers and set it down with a deliberate clack. His other hand gripped your hip, pulling your back flush against his armored chest.
Your breath hitched. The playful boldness youâd been wielding all night vanished in an instant.
âEnough,â he growled low against your ear, âYouâve teased me enough tonight, Your Highness.â
His dark eyes burned into yours through the mirror. The intensity there made your knees weak. This wasnât the restrained, obedient knight anymore. This was a man who had finally reached his limit.
He reached around you and slowly began unlacing the rest of your corset. The white gown loosened further, slipping down your shoulders. You watched in the mirror as he tugged it lower, exposing your full breasts to the cool air and the warm firelight. Your nipples were hard, flushed, and sensitive.
Sir Jungkookâs hand cupped one breast possessively, squeezing it as his thumb brushed over the stiff peak. You gasped, arching into his touch.
âLook at yourself,â he ordered quietly, voice rough. âLook how beautiful you are. How perfect. And yet you let them think they could ever have this.â
He pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers until you whimpered. His other hand slid down, gathering the fabric of your gown and pulling it up to your waist, fully exposing your bare cunt in the mirror.
Your face bloomed bright red as you instinctively tried to close your legs, suddenly overwhelmed with shyness at the sight of yourself so lewdly displayed, flushed and completely bare in the golden firelight.
But Sir Jungkook wouldnât allow it. His large hand gripped your thigh firmly, spreading you open again as he pressed his body harder against your back.
âDonât hide,â His dark eyes met yours in the mirror, intense and commanding. âLook how filthy and wet you are for me.â
You shivered, unable to tear your eyes away from the reflection. The contrast was obscene, your ethereal white gown bunched around your waist, breasts exposed and heaving, legs spread wide while his armored body loomed behind you like a dark, possessive shadow.
Sir Jungkookâs hand returned between your thighs. Two thick fingers slid through your slick folds, parting them slowly so you could see everything in the mirror. You whimpered at the sight, embarrassed yet unbearably aroused.
âSo beautiful,â he breathed as he circled your swollen clit with his fingertip. âThis is what belongs to me. Not to any prince. Not to anyone else.â
He pushed two fingers inside you without warning, curling them deep. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as he began ravishing you with slow, deliberate strokes that made wet, obscene sounds echo in the quiet tower.
You tried to close your legs again, overwhelmed, but he held them open with ease, his grip firm and unyielding.
âWatch,â he ordered softly, voice dark with lust. âWatch how easily I can make my princess fall apart.â
Your eyes stayed glued to the mirror as his fingers plunged in and out of your soaked cunt, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. Your cheeks were flushed deep crimson, lips parted in shameless moans, breasts bouncing slightly with every thrust of his hand.
The pleasure built fast and merciless. Your legs started shaking, thighs trembling violently as you fought to stay upright.
Sir Jungkookâs fingers curled deeper, stroking that perfect spot inside you while his thumb pressed firm circles on your swollen clit.
You came hard with a broken cry, arousal gushing down his wrist and dripping onto the stone floor beneath you. Your head fell back against his armored shoulder, body convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure tore through right after.
The knight dragged his arousal coated fingers from your pulsing heat and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean while his dark eyes stayed locked on yours in the mirror. The obscene sight made you whimper, legs pressing together instinctively. This time, he allowed it.
You pulled away from him shyly, legs unsteady as you walked toward the wide couch near the fireplace. You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to cover your bare breasts, suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment.
Sir Jungkook approached you ever so slowly. His heart was pounding. you could see it in the rise and fall of his broad chest. The way your flushed cheeks and shy posture made you look so adorable only made his desire burn hotter.
He stopped in front of you, towering over your smaller frame. Without a word, he gently uncrossed your arms, exposing your breasts again. You tried to cover them once more, but he caught your wrists softly.
âYouâre too beautiful to hide, my love.â he murmured, voice low.
He leaned down and took one sensitive nipple into his hot mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. You gasped sharply, hands flying to his shoulders as overwhelming sensitivity shot through you.
âJungkook... itâs too much...â you whimpered, lightly pushing at his shoulders, cheeks burning with shyness.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark with lust and affection. âYouâre so sensitive here,â he whispered, almost in awe. He flicked his tongue over your nipple again, watching your reaction closely. âSo angelic when you tremble like this.â
He sucked harder, alternating between your breasts, licking and biting softly until you were a whimpering mess, pushing at him weakly while your body arched into his mouth.
You grew frustrated at the unfairness, nearly naked while he was still fully armored. With a small, determined huff, you pushed him back slightly and began tugging at the straps of his armor.
âIt is not fair,â you muttered, cheeks still flushed. âYou get to see all of me, but I still havenât seen you.â
The knight let you undress him, helping you remove piece after piece until he stood completely bare before you for the first time.
Your breath caught.
He was magnificent. Broad shoulders, powerfully sculpted chest marked with old scars, some long and faded, others newer. A few dark tattoos adorned his left pectoral and ribs. His abdomen was ridged with muscle, leading down to narrow hips. His cock hung heavy between his legs, thick and already hard.
You stepped closer, running your hands over his bare chest, tracing every scar with reverent fingers, exploring the strong lines of his back, more scars mapping his battles. He stood perfectly still, letting you admire him, though his breathing had grown heavier.
âYou are⊠so manly, my knight,â you breathed, barely coherent, as your hands returned to his chest, sliding down the hard ridges of his abdomen. âSo big⊠so perfect.â
The room had grown hotter, heavier. The air between you felt charged with months of suppressed longing. Your breaths mingled as you stared into each otherâs eyes... yours wide with awe and desire, his dark with barely restrained hunger.
Sir Jungkookâs control finally snapped. He lifted you and laid you down on the wide couch near the fireplace, pinning your exploring hands above your head with one large hand, holding them there firmly before his body hovered over yours, powerful and imposing, thick cock resting heavy against your inner thigh.
âLook at me,â he commanded, voice low and rough.
You did, heart hammering.
âTell me what you want,â he demanded, eyes burning into yours.
You squirmed beneath him, aching and desperate. âTake me,â you pleaded, trembling. âPlease, Jungkook⊠give it to me. I need you inside me.â
Sir Jungkook let out a low groan at your words. He positioned himself at your entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against your soaked folds. He was big, almost intimidatingly so. You felt the stretch even before he pushed in.
âI donât want to hurt you, Your Highness,â he whispered, voice strained with worry and barely contained lust. His dark eyes searched yours, torn between desire and restraint. âYouâre so tight...â
You trembled beneath him, legs parted wide around his hips. âPlease,â you begged softly, cupping his face. âDonât hold back. I need you. All of you.â
The knight exhaled shakily and began to push inside.
The stretch was intense. You gasped sharply as the thick head of his cock breached you, slowly forcing your walls open. Inch by thick inch, he sank deeper, filling you in a way you had never experienced before. It burned sweetly, bordering on too much, making your nails dig into his shoulders.
âAh... JungkookâŠâ you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes at the overwhelming fullness.
He paused halfway, breathing hard, jaw clenched tight. âTell me if itâs too much,â he rasped, rough. âIâll stop. I swear it.â
But you shook your head, wrapping your legs around his waist.
âDonât stop,â you pleaded, voice breaking. âI need you deeper⊠please.â
With a low groan, he pushed the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt. The fullness was devastating. You felt so stretched, so completely claimed, that for a moment you could barely breathe.
Sir Jungkook stayed still, letting you adjust, pressing soft kisses to your tear stained cheeks.
âYouâre taking me so well,â he murmured, voice filled with awe and lust. âSuch a good girl for me.â
When the burn finally melted into aching pleasure, you rolled your hips experimentally.
âMove,â you whispered. âPlease⊠ruin me.â
That was all it took.
Sir Jungkookâs control snapped completely. He pulled back and thrust into you hard, setting a deep, punishing rhythm. Jealousy and months of pent up desire fueled every powerful stroke. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock slamming into your soaked cunt filled the tower, mixing with your loud, broken moans.
He was a knight sworn to protect the crown, now utterly ruining the very sovereign he had pledged his life to shield.
âMine,â Sir Jungkook growled, biting down on your neck hard enough to leave a dark mark. âNot theirs. Never theirs.â
He ravished you relentlessly, claiming you, marking you. His mouth was everywhere: sucking bruises into your breasts, biting your collarbone, licking the tears from your cheeks. He pinned your wrists above your head again, hips snapping against yours with raw need.
You came hard the first time, screaming his name as your walls clenched violently around his thick length. But he didnât stop. He took you through it, then flipped you onto your hands and knees, on the wide couch.
First, he worshipped.
The knight dropped to his knees behind you, his large hands spreading your cheeks reverently. He leaned in and pressed slow, open mouthed kisses along the curve of your royal backside, lingering presses of his lips that made your breath hitch. He kissed lower, then lower still, until his tongue dragged hot and wet over your soaked folds from behind.
âSo beautiful,â he murmured against your skin, breath hot and heavy. âSo divine. And yet I am going to ruin every sacred inch of you.â
Then the worship turned into ruin.
He rose, gripping your hips with white knuckled force, and thrust into you from behind in one deep, devastating stroke. You cried out sharply at the stretch, the thick length of his cock forcing your walls open, filling you so completely it stole your breath.
You sobbed in pleasure, fingers clawing at the cushions as he drove into you relentlessly. The power he exerted over you was intoxicating. this hardened warrior, dominating you utterly while still worshipping every tremble of your body.
âYou belong to me,â he rasped, ruining you with slow, devastating strokes now. âSay it.â
âIâm yours,â you whimpered, voice breaking. âOnly yours, Jungkook... ahh!â
By the third round, you were a sobbing, whimpering mess, tears streaming down your face from overwhelming pleasure, body covered in his marks, cunt swollen and dripping with your combined release.
He took you in every way he could: against the wall, bent over the couch, riding him as he sat on the edge of the seat, then finally on your back again with your legs over his shoulders as he drove impossibly deep.
All night long, the tower echoed with your moans, his deep groans, the obscene wet sounds of your bodies joining. He claimed you utterly and completely devoted.
When he finally came for the last time, buried deep inside you, he held you tight, spilling pulse after pulse of hot seed into your womb, filling you until you felt impossibly full, claimed from the inside out.
Sir Jeon Jungkook pressed his forehead to yours, his lips brushing against yours with every word.
âYou command the entire kingdom, my lady,â he whispered reverently, âbut here in this hidden place⊠you are mine to ruin.â
You could only tremble in his arms, utterly spent, legs wrapped around his waist, heart pounding wildly as the fire crackled beside you.
The weight of what you had just done, and what it meant for both of you settled uncomfortably in the air. But in that moment, wrapped in his powerful arms, marked and filled by your knight, nothing else in the kingdom mattered.
The days that followed were a delicate illusion of peace.
It was late morning when you found yourself in the secluded royal bathing pool fed by a gentle river, surrounded by floating lily pads and white blossoms that drifted lazily on the current. The water was warm, scented with rose and lavender oils poured in by your maids. Sunlight filtered through the overhanging willow branches, casting soft, dappled light across the surface.
You leaned back against the smooth stone edge, your long dark hair floating around you like ink in water. Your body still carried the secret marks of the previous night, faint bruises on your hips, love bites hidden beneath the waterline, and a persistent, delicious ache between your thighs that reminded you with every shift who had claimed you so thoroughly.
Your maids, Elara, Verra, and old, wise Selyse moved around you carefully. They had raised you since you were a babe, more mothers than servants. They knew you better than anyone.
Elara poured another stream of warm water over your shoulders, her sharp eyes catching the faint flush that still lingered on your cheeks.
âYou are glowing again this morning, my lady,â she said lightly, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. âOne might think the moon itself had kissed your skin.â
Verra, younger and bolder, laughed softly as she massaged oil into your scalp. âOr perhaps a certain tall, dark eyed knight has been keeping you⊠well attended.â
You felt your face heat, but you couldnât stop the small, secret smile that curved your lips.
Selyse, the eldest, clicked her tongue but her eyes were soft with affection. âHush, you two. Our princess has always been radiant. ThoughâŠâ she tilted her head, studying you, âthere is a new light in her eyes these days. And a certain weariness in her step that speaks of long nights.â
You bit your lip, sinking a little lower into the water as lily pads brushed against your skin.
âIt is nothing,â you murmured, though the flush in your cheeks betrayed you.
âNothing?â Vera teased, wading closer, her voice dropping conspiratorially.
âWe have seen you grow from a wild little girl into this breathtaking woman. We know your heart. And we know it does not belong to any of those puffed up princes parading through the halls.â
You reached out, squeezing Elaraâs hand, then Verraâs, your voice dropping to a shy, trembling whisper.
âIt is true,â you confessed, cheeks burning hotter than the midday sun. âI have given myself to Sir Jeon. Body and heart. He is the only man I have ever wanted. The only one who has ever touched me.â
For a heartbeat, silence fell over the bathing pool. Then came the gasps.
Elaraâs eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth. Verra let out a delighted little squeak, nearly dropping the oil vial. Even old Selyse, usually so composed, looked momentarily stunned before her face broke into a warm, knowing smile.
âOh, my sweet girl,â Elara breathed, scandalized, thrilled. âYou wicked little thing! With your own knight? Right under the Kingâs nose?â
Verra giggled uncontrollably, splashing water playfully in your direction. âAnd here we thought you were simply fond of him! All those late night âstargazingâ trips⊠you minx! Was he gentle? Was he⊠big?â
âVerra!â Selyse scolded, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. She turned to you with motherly affection. âThough I must admit, we have suspected for some time. The way he looks at you when he thinks no one is watching⊠that man is utterly gone for you, my lady.â
You buried your face in your hands, mortified but unable to stop the shy, giddy smile spreading across your lips. Your gaze drifted across the river to where Sir Jeon Jungkook stood guard a respectful distance away, half hidden among the willow trees.
Even from here, you could feel the weight of his stare. He stood tall and imposing in his armor, but his dark eyes were fixed on you with a quiet, burning intensity that always made your stomach flutter.
You bit your lip, still flushed from both the warm water and the memory of his mouth, his hands, his body claiming you so thoroughly the night before.
âHe is⊠everything,â you whispered dreamily, more to yourself than the maids. âStrong. Honorable. And when we are alone⊠he worships me like I am his entire world.â
Verra let out another delighted laugh. âAs he should! Our princess deserves nothing less. Though if the King ever finds outâŠâ
Selyse gently squeezed your shoulder, her voice softening with both love and concern.
âThen we will protect your secret as fiercely as we have protected you all these years,â she said. âYou deserve to love who you love, my dear. Crown or no crown.â
You looked back at Sir Jungkook again. He hadnât moved from his post among the willow trees, tall and steadfast in his armor, but your heart ached with a sharp mix of fear and wonder.
If The King ever discovered the truth, he would not spare your knight. Sir Jungkook would be banished, or worse. And you⊠you would be married off immediately to seal the wound.
The thought disturbed you deeply.
You turned back to the water, forcing a smile for your maids, but the warmth of the bath could no longer chase away the chill settling in your chest.
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The rumors had begun to spread like fire through the palace corridors.
A lesser knight claimed he had seen âsuspicious movementâ near the eastern tower. One of the visiting princes mentioned, with a sly smile, that the Princess seemed unusually attached to her personal guard. Nothing concrete, nor proven. But the whispers were growing louder.
Your maids noticed your distraction immediately. During your morning dressing, Verra fastened the laces of your gown with unusually tight pulls, her voice urgent.
âMy lady⊠you must be more careful,â she whispered. âSome of the kingâs men have been asking questions about Sir Jeon. They say he spends too many nights away from the barracks. And one of Prince Minâs retainers swears he saw a tall figure slipping into your wing after midnight.â
Elaraâs hands paused on your hair. âThe knight is being cautious now. He avoids being seen with you as much. But you⊠you still look at him like he hung the moon. It is only a matter of time before the King hears something he cannot ignore.â
Selyse placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, her eyes full of love and worry. âYou are playing with fire, sweet girl. And fire does not care how much you love it.â
Your heart clenched with fear. You hadnât seen your knight alone in a week. He had been deliberately distant, protecting you both by keeping his distance. The absence gnawed at you like hunger.
That night, you sent for him under the pretense of needing extra security for a private walk in the inner courtyard.
The moment the hidden door to your chambers closed behind him, you were on him.
You pushed Sir Jungkook against the wall, frustration and fear pouring out of you in a desperate kiss. Your hands fisted in his tunic, tugging him closer.
âWhere have you been?â you demanded between kisses, voice shaking. âI was scared. I thought something had happened to you. I thought my father had alreadyââ
âIâm here,â he whispered against your lips, rough with emotion. He pulled you closer, arms wrapping around you. âIâm right here, my love.â
But then he pulled back slightly, forehead pressed to yours. His dark eyes were filled with pain.
âI cannot stay,â he said quietly. The words hit you like a blow. âYour father has ordered me to lead a company to the western borders. There have been reports of raiders. He says it is to prove my devotion to protecting the realm⊠and you. He also made it clear I can no longer linger so closely around you. The rumors are growing too loud.â
You stared at him, heart shattering.
âNo,â you whispered, then louder, âNo. You cannot leave me. Not now. Not after everything.â
Tears stung your eyes as the hurt poured out.
âAfter our first night, you pulled away. You kept your distance like I was poison. And now youâre leaving entirely? What if something happens to you out there? What if I lose you forever? I canât take it, Jungkook. I wonât survive it.â
Your hands moved frantically, tugging at the straps of his armor with desperate, angry fingers.
âI donât care about the king. I donât care about the borders. I only care about you.â
Piece by piece, you stripped him. The armor fell to the floor with heavy clangs until he stood completely bare before you, broad chest, scarred skin, powerful frame looking every bit of the warrior he was. You shoved him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.
Sir Jungkookâs hands moved instinctively to the laces of your corset, trying to free you fully, but you slapped his hand away, tears already glistening in your eyes.
But the knight was patient. He sat up slowly, your legs still wrapped tightly around his waist, and gently cupped your face with both hands. His thumbs brushed away the tears on your cheeks with heartbreaking tenderness.
âMy love,â he whispered, voice soothing, âLet me worship you. Let me take care of you tonight. Please.â
He leaned in and captured one of your sensitive breasts in his mouth, sucking slowly. His tongue swirled around your stiff nipple, drawing a shaky moan from you. He moved to the other, giving it the same devoted attention, sucking and licking until your back arched and fresh tears slipped down your cheeks, this time from overwhelming sensation and emotion.
Holding you close, then gently but firmly, Sir Jungkook leaned back, gripping your hips and guiding you upward. In one rapid motion, he pulled you over his face, settling you directly onto his waiting mouth. Your soaked folds pressed flush against his lips and tongue, your thighs framing his head as he looked up at you with pure hunger.
âUse me,â he growled against your dripping folds, the vibration sending sparks through your core. âPleasure yourself on my tongue love. I want to drown in you.â
You hesitated for half a second, still shy and nervous, cheeks burning hot even as your body screamed for more. But the frantic ache between your legs won out. You lowered yourself more fully, your slick cunt sliding over his mouth, his nose buried against your clit. He groaned loudly, the sound muffled and obscene as he immediately speared his tongue deep inside you, licking and sucking at your juices like a man starved.
You started moving almost desperately, grinding down with frantic little rocks of your hips. Shyness still flickered in your chest, making you whimper and bite your lip, but the pleasure overrode everything. Your hands braced on the headboard as wet, filthy sounds filled the room, the slick slide of your cunt over his tongue, his eager slurping and moaning, the way he sucked your swollen clit between his lips and flicked it mercilessly.
âOh gods...â you gasped. Your thighs trembled around his head as you grew bolder, grinding harder, smearing your arousal all over his face. He gripped your cheeks, spreading them, holding you down so you could use him exactly how you needed. His tongue ravished in and out of your dripping hole, then flattened to lap broad strokes from your entrance to your clit, devouring every drop.
But it wasnât enough.
You lifted off his face with a wet pop, strings of your arousal connecting you to his glistening mouth. His eyes were dark, lips swollen and shiny with your juices. Before he could speak, you slid down his body impatiently.
You straddled his hips, wrapped your hand around his thick, throbbing cock, and sank down onto him in one frantic motion.
The stretch made you cry out, but you didnât stop. You rode him hard, bouncing on his length with frantic, emotional need, your breasts bouncing heavily with every harsh drop of your hips.
âDonât leave me,â you sobbed, riding him faster, tears falling onto his chest. âPlease, Jungkook⊠I canât lose you. Not after this. Not after youâve ruined me for anyone else.â
He thrust up to meet you, matching your desperate rhythm, his strong hands gripping your hips to guide you deeper.
âI donât want to go,â he rasped, voice breaking with the same pain. âBut I must. Your father commands it. I have to prove my loyalty⊠so I can stay by your side.â
You leaned down, kissing him messily through your tears, riding him like you could keep him here forever if you just moved fast enough.
âThen stay inside me,â you begged, voice cracking. âFill me up. So deep that a part of you stays with me even when youâre gone. I want to carry you with me when they try to take you away.â
Sir Jungkook groaned deeply. His hands tightened on your hips as he suddenly flipped you onto your back, pinning you beneath his powerful body.
He made love to you then, with deep, devastating strokes that reached the very core of you. His mouth never left your skin, sucking marks into your neck, whispering promises between every thrust.
âYou are mine,â he breathed against your lips, hips rolling deeply. âI will come back to you. I will fill you again and again until you swell with our future.â
You wrapped your arms and legs around him, clinging desperately as another orgasm built inside you. When it finally crashed over you, you sobbed his name, walls pulsing tightly around his thick cock.
Sir Jungkook followed right after, burying himself as deep as possible with a low, guttural groan. He came hard, flooding your womb with thick, pulsing ropes of his seed, holding you so tightly it felt like he was trying to merge your souls together.
Even after, he stayed buried inside you, pressing soft kisses to your damp forehead, your cheeks, your trembling lips.
âI donât want you to go,â you whispered, small and broken. âI love you too much.â
Sir Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his arms never loosening. âI know, my love,â he murmured. âAnd that is why I must return to you. No matter what.â
The weeks following Sir Jungkookâs departure had stretched into an endless gray fog.
You moved through your royal duties like a ghost wearing a crown. You sat through council meetings with a straight spine and a hollow smile, listening to nobles bicker about alliances, trade routes while your mind wandered back to your knightâs strong arms. Every night since, your bed felt too large, too cold. You would press your face into the pillow he had once used and fight the ache in your chest.
You missed him with a desperation that bordered on madness.
This morning was no different. You had barely kept your breakfast down before the maids helped you into a heavy velvet gown the color of deep wine for yet another assembly with potential suitors. The princes and lords from neighboring kingdoms were growing impatient. Your coronation was only a month away, and the pressure to choose a consort was mounting like a noose around your throat.
By midday, the nausea returned with a vengeance. You barely made it through the formal greetings before excusing yourself to the private solar, hand pressed to your mouth.
Elara followed quickly with a basin. You retched violently into it, eyes watering.
âYour HighnessâŠâ she whispered, rubbing gentle circles on your back.
âIâm fine,â you rasped, waving her away. âJust⊠something I ate.â
But it wasnât.
Later that evening, after the dayâs obligations were finally over, Vera and Selyse insisted on the usual massage to ease the tension in your shoulders. They helped you out of your gown until you lay on the wide cushioned table in nothing but a thin silk shift.
The moment Selyseâs skilled hands moved over your breasts, the older maid froze.
Verra, who was working on your legs, also stilled.
ââŠYour Highness,â Selyse said carefully, âYour breasts⊠they are fuller. Tender, yes?â
Your breath hitched. You had noticed it days ago but had tried to ignore the swelling, the sensitivity. The way even the softest fabric sometimes made you wince.
Verraâs hands gently pressed against your lower belly, not quite a touch, more an assessment. âAnd the sickness every morning⊠the fatigue⊠the way youâve been crying in your chambersâŠâ
Your eyes filled with tears. You turned your face into your folded arms, shoulders shaking.
Selyse knelt beside the table, taking your hand gently. âMy lady⊠are you with a child?â
You didnât answer at first. Then a broken sob escaped you.
âI think so,â you whispered. âI⊠I donât know for certain, but the timingâŠâ Your voice cracked. âIt would be his. Sir Jungkookâs.â
Both maids exchanged a heavy glance. This changed everything.
Verra spoke softly, âMy lady... with your coronation approaching. The lords are already circling like vultures, pushing their sons at you. If this comes out before you choose a princeâŠâ
âI know,â you said, voice muffled. Fresh tears slipped down your cheeks. âI know what it means. But I canât⊠I canât just marry one of them. Not when Iâm carrying the child of the only man Iâve ever loved.â
You sat up slowly, clutching the silk shift to your chest, arms wrapped protectively around your still flat stomach.
âMy dear knight...â you sniffled. âHe is out there fighting gods-know-what, and Iâm here pretending to be the perfect princess while my body betrays our secret.â
Selyse brushed a strand of hair from your face with motherly tenderness. âWe can hide it a little longer, Highness. Looser gowns. Ginger tea for the sickness. But you must decide soon what path you will take. The child⊠it will not stay hidden forever.â
You nodded, but your heart was breaking all over again. The thought of choosing one of those cold, ambitious princes while carrying Sir Jungkookâs child made you feel ill all over again.
Selyse pressed a kiss to the top of your head, her voice firm with loyalty. âWe pray he returns soon, my lady. And until then, we will guard you and this little one with our lives.â
â
The weeks blurred into months as winter settled over the kingdom like a heavy white shroud. Snow blanketed the towers and gardens, turning the world soft and silent, yet inside your chest, the storm only grew louder.
Sir Jeon Jungkook had not returned.
Your belly had swelled noticeably now, a gentle but undeniable curve that marked the life growing within you. With the help of Elara, Verra, and Selyse, you hid it beneath layers of loose, flowing gowns and heavy cloaks lined with fur.
The rich fabrics concealed the truth for now, but you could no longer ignore the way your body changed, the tender fullness of your breasts, the occasional flutter of movement beneath your skin, and the constant, bone deep exhaustion.
You had begun excusing yourself from the suitorsâ assemblies more frequently, claiming headaches or matters of state. But the King, grew increasingly impatient.
In the grand throne room one frost laced afternoon, he fixed you with a stern gaze as snow fell outside the tall windows. âYou cannot delay any longer, daughter,â he spoke, heavy with royal command. âPrince Min of Viena is a strong candidate. The coronation is weeks away. You must choose a consort soon. The realm needs stability.â
You bowed your head, hands clasped tightly over your hidden belly beneath the voluminous velvet. âYes, Father,â you murmured, the lie tasting like ash. Inside, your heart screamed for the only man you wanted.
Every few days, with your maidsâ help, you sent letters. Verra would sneak them to a trusted rider, sealed with your private wax. You poured your soul onto the parchment; how much you missed him, the way your body was changing, the secret you carried, your love that only deepened with every passing day. Yet no responses ever came. The silence gnawed at you, feeding nightmares of him lying wounded on some distant battlefield or worse.
The worry became unbearable.
One bitter winter morning, wrapped in a thick hooded cloak that concealed your swollen middle, you slipped away from the castle with only Elara and Selyse accompanying you. The three of you rode through the snow dusted forest to a modest stone cottage on the outskirts of the kingdom, the home where Sir Jungkook had grown up.
When the door opened, an older woman with kind eyes and streaks of silver in her dark hair stood before you. Sir Jungkookâs mother. She froze at the sight of the princess on her doorstep, her hand flying to her chest.
âYour HighnessâŠ?â she whispered, stunned. âSurely I do not deserve to be blessed with your presence at my humble door. Please, come inside before the cold takes you.â
She ushered you, Elara, and Selyse quickly into the warm cottage, the scent of pinewood and baking bread wrapping around you like an embrace. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth as she helped you remove your snow dusted cloak. Only when you were seated by the fire did her gaze drop to the unmistakable swell of your belly beneath the loose gown.
You took a steadying breath, your hands resting protectively over your rounded stomach.
âI carry his child,â you said softly, trembling with emotion. âYour sonâs. Sir Jungkookâs. He does not know yet⊠he has not returned, and I⊠I needed to feel close to him somehow.â
Jungkookâs mother, Maera, stood completely still for a long moment, her eyes wide with shock. Then her hand flew to her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.
âOh⊠gods above,â she breathed, her voice cracking. âA grandchildâŠ? From my Jungkook?â Fresh tears flowed freely as she dropped to her knees in front of you, taking your hands in hers with deep reverence. âMy lady⊠my princess. You honor me beyond words. You honor my son. To think that you, a royal daughter, would carry his child⊠I am stunned. Truly stunned. And so deeply moved.â
She pressed her forehead to your knuckles, weeping quietly with pure joy and emotion. When she lifted her head again, her eyes shone with fierce affection.
âYou are already family to me,â she whispered. âCome here, sweet child.â She rose and pulled you into a warm embrace, cradling you gently as if you were made of glass. âYou must be so frightened, carrying this secret alone while he is away. But you are not alone anymore. Not while I draw breath.â
You felt safe in her arms, the weight on your heart easing just a little as winter wind howled softly outside the cottage walls.
After composing herself, Maera wiped her tears and fetched a small wooden chest from a shelf. She sat beside you, opening it with trembling hands.
âLook,â she said tenderly, pulling out several treasured items. She showed you a faded sketch of a chubby baby with dark, serious eyes âSir Jungkook as an infant. Another portrait showed him as a sturdy little boy of four, holding a wooden sword with determination. There was even a lock of his soft baby hair tied with a ribbon.
âHe was always so intense, even as a babe,â she said with a watery laugh. âStrong and quiet⊠but when he smiled, the whole world lit up. Just like I imagine your little one will.â
You traced the portraits with gentle fingers, tears slipping down your own cheeks. Seeing these glimpses of him as a child made your love for the knight swell even deeper. You could so clearly picture your baby with his eyes, his strength, his rare smile. The thought made your heart ache with both joy and longing.
Maera kept one hand over yours, cherishing you openly. âThank you for coming to me,â she murmured. âFor trusting me with this precious news. We will wait for him together, my daughter. And when he returns, he will be the happiest man alive.â
The two of you sat by the fire for a long while â his mother and the mother of his child, talking softly as snow continued to fall outside, bound by love for the same man.
The days after your visit to Maeraâs cottage only deepened the ache in your soul. Winter grew harsher, and so did your impatience. Every morning you woke with your hands on your swelling belly, feeling the strong kicks of his child, and the longing became unbearable.
One evening in the royal chambers, you fell to your knees before the King, tears streaming down your face. âFather, please⊠I beg you. Bring Sir Jungkook back. I need him. I cannot do this without him.â
The King frowned, confused by your desperation. âDaughter, he is leading my forces on the border. The realm needs him there. Why this sudden insistence on one knight?â
You could not tell him the truth. âI just⊠need him,â you whispered brokenly. âPlease.â
He did not relent. The pressure to choose a suitor only intensified.
And then the sickness took hold.
Your body ached constantly. deep soreness in your back, hips, and breasts that made every movement painful. The babyâs kicks, once a comfort, now left you breathless. You grew feverish and weak.
Elara, Verra, and Selyse rarely left your side, forcing herbal teas and bitter medicines down your throat while piling warm blankets over you. For nearly a week you were bedridden, barely able to leave your chambers, hidden away from the court under the excuse of a winter chill.
One cold, silent night, as snow tapped gently against the window panes, you drifted in and out of a fevered haze. The herbs made the world soft and blurry around the edges.
You thought it was a dream when the heavy door to your chambers opened with a quiet creak and a tall, familiar figure stepped inside, shedding his snow dusted cloak. The firelight caught on his sharp jawline and those intense dark eyes.
Strong arms slipped beneath you, lifting you carefully as he climbed into your grand bed. A warm, calloused hand gently cradled your swollen belly. You felt the press of soft, reverent lips against the curve of your stomach.
âMy loveâŠâ The knightâs deep voice whispered against your skin, rough with emotion. âIâm here. I finally came back to you.â
âJungkookâŠ?â you murmured drowsily, eyelids heavy, unsure if this was real or another cruel dream born of longing and medicine.
âItâs me,â he breathed, pulling your body flush against his solid chest. He was real. warm, solid, smelling of snow, leather, and the faint scent of campfires. âIâve been aching for you every single day. Your touch, your voice⊠it kept me alive out there.â
His large hand stroked slow, soothing circles over your rounded belly, feeling the baby shift and kick beneath his palm. He lowered his head, pressing his lips directly to the taut skin.
You let out a tired, broken sound. âYou left me⊠You promised youâd come back sooner. Look at me⊠Iâm so sore, so heavy with your child, and you werenât hereâŠâ
Sir Jungkook chuckled softly, the sound warm against your skin, even as his eyes glistened with unshed tears. âI know, my princess. I deserve your scolding. Iâm deeply sorry.â He kissed your belly again and again, soft open mouthed presses wherever he could reach. Then he trailed his lips higher, attaching his mouth gently to the swollen, aching curve of your breasts, sucking lightly and kissing away the soreness with such care that you whimpered in relief.
His hands never stopped moving, massaging the deep ache in your lower back, cupping and gently holding your heavy breasts to ease their weight, stroking your hips and thighs. He intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly as if afraid you might vanish.
âYou are unreal, my love.â he murmured, voice hoarse with awe as he looked at you. âYour glow⊠itâs deeper now. The way pregnancy has changed you⊠youâre beyond anything I could have imagined. You shine like starlight. Carrying our child has only made you more radiant, more mine.â
You clung to him weakly, drowsy but desperate for his touch. âThe baby⊠it kicks so much. I donât know if itâs a boy or a girl⊠but it feels like you. Strong and stubborn.â
Jungkook smiled against your temple, one hand still resting warmly over your belly. âThis child is the product of our love. A piece of both of us. I already love them more than life.â He kissed you deeply, slowly, pouring months of aching into it. âEvery battle, every cold night, I thought only of coming home to you like this⊠holding you, feeling our baby move, worshipping the body thatâs creating our future.â
He continued kissing every place that ached... the sides of your breasts, the curve of your belly, the inside of your wrist, his mouth soft and devoted. You melted into him, the pain easing under his gentle care as he held you close.
âStayâŠâ you whispered tiredly, already slipping back into sleep.
âIâm here right now,â he promised, lips brushing your ear. âSleep, my love. Iâve got you both.â
When morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, you woke slowly, body still aching but strangely comforted.
The bed beside you was cold. No warmth lingered. No cloak on the chair. No scent of him on the pillows. Only the faint memory of strong hands, whispered words to your belly, and soft kisses remained.
You touched your swollen stomach, feeling another firm kick, and tears filled your eyes.
Was it a dream? A fevered hallucination woven from medicine, longing, and love? Or had Sir Jungkook truly returned to you in the dead of night⊠only to disappear again before dawn?
The herbs and medicines your maids prepared worked their magic. The fever finally broke, the deep soreness in your body eased into a manageable ache, and the constant nausea faded. Though you were still tired, your strength slowly returned. Your belly continued to grow rounder and heavier, the babyâs kicks becoming more insistent and lively.
One quiet winter evening, when the moon hung full over the snow covered palace, your maids turned your chambers into a secret sanctuary.
Accompanied by Sir Jungkookâs mother, they had worked together in absolute secrecy. No one outside your trusted circle knew. They had decorated the large private solar adjacent to your bedroom with soft candlelight, evergreen boughs, and winter white roses. Warm furs and silk pillows were arranged in a luxurious nest near the hearth. Incense of myrrh filled the air, and a small table held gifts wrapped in fine cloth.
They helped you into a loose, flowing gown of the softest ivory silk that draped beautifully over your swollen belly, leaving your shoulders bare. When you stepped into the room, all four women bowed their heads in reverence.
Selyse took your hand and guided you to the center of the soft pillows. âTonight we celebrate you, my lady. And the precious life you carry. No one else will know of this blessing. It is ours alone.â
They treated you with deep adoration, as though you were sacred.
Elara gently massaged your feet with warm scented oil while Maera brushed your hair until it shone. Verra offered you sweet honeyed fruits and warm spiced milk, foods meant to nourish both you and the baby. Selyse laid her hands lightly on your rounded belly and spoke soft blessings for a safe birth and a strong child.
Selyse, ever wise, placed a small crown of dried herbs and winter berries on your head. âYou are the vessel of love and life,â she murmured. âEven in these uncertain times, you bloom. We honor you as our princess⊠and as the mother of Sir Jungkookâs heir.â
You felt tears prick your eyes as they presented their secret gifts: tiny embroidered blankets, a soft knitted cap in deep green, a small silver pendant shaped like a blooming rose, a symbol of motherhood.
Vera leaned her cheek against your belly for a moment, grinning when the baby kicked in response. âHe or she is strong already. Just like their father.â
You placed both hands over your swollen stomach, feeling another firm flutter. The warmth of their love and the secret celebration soothed the constant ache of missing your knight.
âThank you,â you whispered, âAll of you. I donât know what I would do without you.â
Elara kissed your temple. âWe will keep you and this little one safe until Sir Jungkook returns. And he will return.â
The warmth of the secret celebration lingered on your skin as you returned to your chambers that night. The maids had just helped you out of the ivory silk gown when a royal messenger knocked urgently.
âThe King demands your presence immediately, Your Highness. In his private study.â
You had no time to prepare. Still glowing from the love and blessings of your maids, you wrapped yourself in a heavy velvet robe that concealed your very swollen belly and followed the messenger.
The moment you entered the study, the atmosphere turned icy. Your father stood behind his desk, several of your letters spread before him.
âDaughter,â he spoke, controlled. âI have given you time to come to me yourself. I know you have been sending letters to the front lines. To Sir Jungkook, specifically.â He turned to face you, his expression stern but not yet furious. âI know of your⊠admiration for him. Speak truthfully now. What is this attachment?â
Your throat tightened. This was the moment. With your belly heavy with his child and your heart aching, you could no longer hide everything.
âFatherâŠâ you began, voice trembling as you stepped closer. âIt is more than admiration. I love him. Sir Jungkook is the only man I want.â Your hands instinctively moved to cradle your stomach. âAnd I⊠I am carrying his child.â
Silence crashed over the room.
The Kingâs eyes widened, then narrowed sharply as his gaze dropped to the unmistakable swell beneath your gown. His face darkened with shock, then rage.
âYou what?â he hissed. âA knightâs bastard? While I have been parading princes before you? While the entire realm waits for you to secure the throne with a proper alliance?â
âFather, please,â you begged, tears filling your eyes. âIt is his. Our love is real. If you would only let him return, we couldââ
The Kingâs face twisted with fury. âYou dare speak such filth to me? A royal princess swollen with a common knightâs bastard?â
You rebelled, voice shaking but defiant. âIt is not filth. It is love. I will not marry Prince Min. I will not let you use me as a pawn for alliances while I carry the man I loveâs child.â
âEnough!â The King slammed his fist on the table, making you flinch. âI have been patient with your childish infatuation, but this is treason against your bloodline. You will do as you are told! Your fate is sealed. You will marry Prince Min before the month ends.â
Later that same night, before your maids could even calm you, you found your most trusted rider in the stables. With tears streaming down your face and snow falling around you, you whispered your final message: âTell him⊠tell Sir Jungkook that I will wait for him. No matter how long it takes. My heart is his alone. I will wait.â
The rider bowed and galloped into the night. No response ever came.
The next weeks were a nightmare.
Prince Min visited often, his eyes raking over your body with open lust and infatuation. He complimented your âethereal glowâ, clearly aroused by your pregnant form, but his arrogance disgusted you. He spoke openly of claiming the throne through you, of bedding you the moment you were his. You hated him with every fiber of your being.
You fought your father harder than ever, refusing to attend meetings with Prince Min, screaming that you would rather die than marry him. But the King had reached his limit.
One brutal afternoon, he summoned you again and placed a bloodied cloak and a forged letter before you.
âSir Jeon Jungkook is dead,â he said flatly. âHe fell in battle two weeks ago. This is proof.â
The world shattered.
You collapsed to the floor, a guttural sob tearing from your throat. The baby inside you kicked as if sensing your pain. From that moment, you broke completely.
You refused to eat. You barely slept. You stopped speaking, even to Elara, Verra, and Selyse who begged you through tears to think of the child. You lay in bed for days, staring at nothing, your once radiant glow fading into pale exhaustion. Your maids feared for both your life and the babyâs.
Despite how numb you had become, when your maids gently suggested taking you to Maeraâs quiet home on the edge of the forest, you agreed without protest. You were taken there in secret under the cover of night.
Maera, a strong but grieving woman with the same dark eyes as her son, took you in without question. She cared for you with quiet hands and even quieter words. You didnât speak much to her either, but you accepted her care wholeheartedly. After all, she was mourning the loss of her son, and you were mourning the loss of your lover and the father of your child.
The King, despite his fury, still sent guards to watch over you from a distance. You were still royalty, still carrying what he believed might be his grandchild. But you could only think of the protection you once had... the strongest, safest pair of arms that had ever wrapped around you.
You mourned deeply. But you couldnât be completely selfish with a baby on the way, restless and eager to come into the world.
The labor came on a stormy night.
The pains started suddenly and violently. Maera and your maids worked frantically around you as you screamed and cried, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turned white. The King himself had ridden out in secret when he heard you had gone into labor, standing outside the cottage with a face pale with rare fear.
He didnât know how to comfort you. He only knew one thing, his daughter was calling for her knight in her delirium.
Even though he viewed the child as the product of a sinful affair, something in him softened at the sound of your broken sobs. He could not lose you.
Inside the cottage, you gave birth to a baby girl.
She was small, chubby, with a shock of raven hair and big, dark eyes that looked exactly like her fatherâs. The moment the midwife placed her on your chest, fresh tears streamed down your face.
âShe looks like himâŠâ you whispered, hoarse and broken. âMy little love⊠she has his eyes.â
You held her close, sobbing softly as the pain and grief mixed with a fragile, overwhelming love. Even in your exhaustion, you couldnât stop crying. You believed Sir Jungkook was dead. The thought that your daughter would never know her father tore you apart.
Maera wept beside you, gently stroking your hair. âSheâs beautiful,â she whispered. âJust like her mother.â
Outside, the King stood in the rain, waiting.
When the door finally opened and the midwife stepped out, he demanded to know if you and the child were alive. Upon hearing they both were, something in his hardened heart shifted.
He turned to his captain without a word and gave the order.
âSend riders to the western borders at once. Bring Sir Jeon Jungkook back. Tell him⊠his princess has need of him.â
It would take time. The borders were far, and the roads were muddy from the storms. A week, perhaps a month.
In the quiet warmth of the cottage, you held your newborn daughter against your chest, wrapped in soft linen.
You rocked her gently as she fussed against your breast, nursing hungrily. Your maids and Maera moved around you, bringing broth, fresh cloths, and ever soft words. But you barely spoke. The grief had hollowed you out.
âI wish you could meet your father,â you whispered to the baby one quiet night, voice cracking. Tears slipped down your cheeks as she latched on again. âHe would have held you so carefully. He would have loved you more than anything in this world. He would have protected us bothâŠâ
Maera sat beside you, her own eyes red from mourning. She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. âHe would have been so proud,â she said softly. âOf both of you.â
You could only nod, throat too tight to speak. The emptiness inside you felt endless. Every time the baby cried, every time she looked up at you with those familiar dark eyes, the pain returned like a fresh wound.
The King demanded your return to the palace, as you were still royalty, still bound to your fatherâs will despite carrying a child out of wedlock. He wrote letter after letter insisting you resume your duties and prepare for the inevitable marriage to Prince Min. You refused to answer most of them.
Your maids tried their best to comfort you, but even they could not reach the depths of your sorrow. The only light in your world was your daughter. Tiny, perfect, with Jungkookâs dark eyes and a tuft of raven hair. You held her constantly, whispering stories about her father, singing lullabies with a voice that often broke halfway through.
You mourned him deeply. The King had not even granted him a proper funeral. No rites. No chance to say goodbye. Just a bloodied cloak and a cold declaration.
One quiet evening, Maera left the cottage to fetch groceries from the nearby village. Your maids had been called back to the palace on the Kingâs orders, duties they could not refuse. For the first time in weeks, it was just you and your baby in the small, warm cottage.
You sat by the window, cradling her in your arms. She cooed softly, tiny fingers wrapping around yours as you gently rocked her. For a few precious minutes, you allowed yourself to smile a real, soft smile as you played with her little hands and kissed her forehead.
âMy baby,â you whispered, âThe loveliest babe. Donât tell the queens and princesses, I think theyâd be terribly jealous.â
The baby blinked up at you. âOh, yes,â you continued solemnly. âEspecially of those cheeks.â
You leaned back in the chair as exhaustion eventually won over you, your eyes growing heavy. With your daughter nestled safely against your chest, sleep claimed you quickly.
When you woke, the cottage was awfully quiet.
Your arms were empty.
Panic slammed into you like a physical blow. You shot upright, heart hammering wildly as you looked around the room.
The baby was gone.
âNo⊠no, no, no...â you gasped, stumbling to your feet, voice rising into a broken sob. âWhere is my baby?!â
You searched frantically, under the blankets, behind the chairs, near the hearth, terror clawing at your throat. Your mind spun with nightmarish possibilities. Had someone taken her? Had the King sent men to steal her away?
Then you saw him.
A tall figure standing near the doorway, cradling your daughter gently in his strong arms. She was sleeping peacefully against his chest, tiny fist curled into his tunic.
Your knees buckled.
It was Sir Jungkook.
He looked exhausted, travel worn, mud on his boots, shadows under his eyes, but he was alive. Real. His dark eyes met yours, filled with unbearable love and pain.
You stared at him, trembling violently, refusing to believe what you were seeing.
âNoâŠâ you whispered, shaking your head. âNo, no, this isnât real. Youâre dead. They told me you were dead. This is another dream. You always come in my dreams and then you leave me againââ
Your voice cracked into a sob as you backed away, hands clutching your chest.
âYou left me,â you cried, tears streaming down your face. âYou left me and our child. I mourned you. I almost died mourning you. Please⊠donât do this to me again. I canât take another dream. I canât wake up to find you gone again.â
Sir Jungkookâs face crumpled with anguish. He took one careful step forward, still cradling your daughter like the most precious thing in the world.
âMy love,â he said hoarsely, voice breaking. âItâs not a dream. Iâm here. Iâm real. Your father⊠he lied. He sent me away to the borders to keep me from you. But I came back the moment he allowed it. I rode without stopping.â
You shook your head harder, tears falling faster, refusing to believe it even as your heart screamed at you to run to him.
âYouâre dead,â you repeated, voice small and shattered. âYou have to be dead⊠because if youâre not, then you let me believe it. You never answered my letters. Not one. I wrote to you every single day, pouring my heart out, begging you to come back to me, to our child⊠and you never...â
Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks as the pain twisted deeper.
âYou were in on it, werenât you?â you whispered, voice breaking. âYou let my father tell me you were gone. You left me here to rot in grief while I carried your child alone. How could you?â
The knightâs face crumpled with agony. He took a step forward, but you flinched, and he stopped immediately, hands trembling at his sides.
Before he could speak, your daughter stirred in his arms. As if sensing the suffocating tension in the room, she let out a sharp, hungry cry, her little lips puckering, tiny fists waving.
You moved without thinking, reaching for her. Sir Jungkook gently handed her over, his hands lingering for a moment as if afraid to let go. You turned away from him, sitting on the edge of the bed and loosening your dress to feed her. The baby latched on eagerly, her cries softening into small, contented sounds.
The knight stood there, watching you in silence. He looked lost, this battle-hardened soldier, returned from war, now completely unsure how to comfort the woman he loved. He slowly lowered himself to his knees in the middle of the room, head bowed.
âI wrote to you,â he admitted hoarsely. âEvery chance I had. Your father⊠he made sure none of my letters reached you. He wanted you to believe I was gone. I fought every day to come back to you. I almost died trying to get word to you.â
You didnât look at him. You kept your eyes on your daughter, tears falling silently onto her soft hair.
âI mourned you like a widow,â you whispered, voice thick with pain. âI almost died. And now youâre here⊠acting like you didnât abandon me when I needed you most.â
The words cut awfully deep. Sir Jungkookâs shoulders slumped, but he stayed on his knees, silent and respectful, giving you the space your wounded heart demanded.
Your daughter stirred in your arms, letting out a small, distressed whimper as if she could sense the storm raging between her parents. You rocked her gently, pressing a kiss to her soft raven hair.
âShh, my sweet one,â you cooed softly, âMamaâs here. Youâre safe.â
Sir Jungkookâs hands twitched at his sides, aching to reach out, to touch you, to hold both of you, but he remained still, jaw clenched tight. He was no longer in full armor, only a worn tunic and breeches, his appearance shambled from the long ride, fresh bruises blooming across his knuckles and jaw.
You turned away from him, focusing on the small tasks that had become your life in the cottage. The rain outside grew heavier, pounding against the roof like a relentless drum.
You moved about the space, stirring the pot of stew over the fire, folding fresh linens, anything to keep your hands busy and your mind from breaking completely.
Hours passed in heavy silence. When your daughter finally grew fussy again, you nursed her by the hearth until her little eyes fluttered shut. You laid her gently in the wooden cradle Maera had prepared, stroking her cheek one last time before covering her with a soft blanket.
Only then did you notice movement near the door.
Sir Jungkook was standing there, cloak in hand, quietly preparing to leave.
Something inside you fractured. You stepped toward him, voice cracking. âYouâre leaving again?â
He turned slowly, eyes filled with torment. âI was only going to check the perimeter. The rain is heavy, and I⊠I didnât want to burden you further.â
You stared at him, this warrior who had survived hell just to return to you, and the dam finally broke.
âCome here,â you whispered.
He obeyed without hesitation.
You led him to your bed and with trembling hands, you began removing his tunic, revealing the damage the war had left behind.
New bruises painted his ribs and shoulders in shades of purple and blue. Fresh scars, still healing, cut across his chest and abdomen. He looked harder, a man who had walked through fire and barely returned.
Your lips trembled, but you forced yourself to stay steady. You turned away briefly, gathering clean linen strips, salve, and a bowl of warm water. When you returned, the knight stood perfectly still, letting you see all of him, the bruises, the brutal evidence of everything he had endured just to return to you.
You began tending to him in silence, your hands gentle as you cleaned a particularly nasty cut along his side. But the more you looked, the more the dam inside you cracked.
âWhat have they done to you, Jungkook?â you whispered, voice breaking. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you carefully wrapped a bandage around his ribs. âYouâre⊠youâre covered in pain. All of this⊠just to come back to me?â
He stood motionless, letting you care for him, but his dark eyes never left your face.
âI would go through it a thousand times more,â he said softly, âif it meant coming back to you and our daughter.â
You shook your head, fresh tears falling as you pressed a bandage over another wound. âDonât say that. Donât you dare say that. I canât bear thinking of you suffering like this. I thought you were dead. I thought I would never see you again, and now youâre here⊠broken because of me.â
Sir Jungkook slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of you, even though you were still trying to tend to him. The powerful knight, the man who had survived war, knelt before you like the loyal protector he had always been.
âYour Highness,â he murmured, head slightly bowed, voice thick with emotion. âI failed you. I wasnât here when you needed me most. I wasnât here when you carried our child. I wasnât here when you gave birth. I wasnât here when they told you I was gone. Forgive me.â
You dropped the bandages and pulled him into your arms, holding his head to your chest. His arms wrapped around your waist instantly, clinging to you like a man who had almost lost everything.
A broken sob tore from his throat.
Your knight, your warrior, the strongest person you had ever known, cried against your chest like a child. Deep, shuddering sobs that shook his powerful frame as his arms tightened around you.
âI thought I lost you,â he choked out, voice muffled against your skin. âEvery night on the border, I prayed I would make it back to you. To both of you.â
You held him tighter, fingers threading through his raven hair, your own tears falling onto his head.
âYouâre here now,â you whispered, rocking him gently. âYouâre here. You came back to us. Thatâs all that matters.â
For a long time, the only sounds in the cottage were the rain outside, the crackling fire, and the quiet, heartbroken sobs of a knight who had finally returned to his princess.
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The rain had not eased by the middle of the night. It hammered against the thatched roof like an impatient army. You had fallen asleep in Jungkookâs arms on the narrow bed, your daughter nestled safely in her cradle beside you. For the first time in months, your sleep was deep and dreamless.
A sharp knock on the cottage door shattered the peace.
Sir Jungkook was awake in an instant. He slipped from the bed silently, pulling on his tunic and reaching for the sword he had left by the door. His body was still tense from war, every muscle ready for threat.
âStay here,â he whispered, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. âI will see who it is.â
But you already knew.
A cold certainty settled in your chest. You rose, wrapping a shawl around your shoulders, and followed him despite his warning. Your daughter stirred but remained asleep.
Sir Jungkook opened the door, sword half drawn, rain pouring behind the figure standing outside.
It was the King.
Your father stood in the downpour, cloak heavy with water, face pale and drawn. Guards waited at a respectful distance, torches flickering weakly in the storm. His eyes moved past your knight and landed on you.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
Then the King stepped inside without invitation, water dripping onto the wooden floor. His gaze softened when it fell on you â his only daughter, still pale from childbirth, carrying the weight of grief and motherhood.
âMy child,â he said, voice rough. âYou must return to the palace. You are still royalty. Still my blood. You do not belong in a cottage like this.â
You stood straighter, even as exhaustion and lingering pain made your body ache.
âI belong where I choose,â you replied quietly, but firmly. âAnd I will not return without Sir Jeon. He is my knight. He is the father of my daughter. He stays with me.â
The Kingâs jaw tightened. He glanced at Jungkook, who stood tall and silent beside you, sword now lowered but ready.
âI know what you are to each other,â the King said heavily. âI have known for some time. Prince Min is a fool and a coward, but his bloodline is strong. The allianceââ
âI will not marry him,â you cut in, voice steady despite the tears gathering in your eyes. âI will return to the palace. I will perform my duties as princess, as future queen. I will be the ruler this kingdom needs. But only if Sir Jungkook remains at my side. As my knight. As the man I have chosen. As the only man with any right to me.â
The King looked at you for a long time. He saw the woman you had become, not just his rebellious daughter, but a figure of quiet strength. The people in the surrounding villages spoke of you with reverence. They told stories of the princess who helped common women, shared food during hard winters, who listened to their troubles as if they mattered as much as any nobleâs.
The King exhaled slowly, defeated but not broken.
âVery well,â he said at last. âSir Jeon will return with you. He will remain your personal knight. But this⊠affair⊠must remain hidden from the court. For now.â
You nodded once, relief flooding through you.
The Kingâs gaze drifted to the cradle where your daughter slept. He had not yet seen her. You had kept her away from him, protecting her with every fiber of your being.
He took one hesitant step toward the cradle, then stopped, as if afraid.
The Kingâs shoulders sagged. For the first time in years, he looked truly old.
âBring her home,â he said quietly. âBoth of you. We will find a way.â
When the heavy door of the cottage finally closed behind your father, you let out a huge, shaky sigh. The weight of the conversation pressed on your chest like a stone. You turned and walked to the cradle, gently lifting your daughter into your arms. She stirred but settled quickly against your chest.
Sir Jungkook followed silently behind you, his presence warm.
âI would not trust him,â you whispered, voice laced with bitterness. âMy father lied. He did all of this, told me you were dead, kept us apart, made me believe I had lost you forever. How can I believe a single word he says now?â
Jungkook stepped closer. He gently wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head as you held your daughter.
âPetal,â he murmured softly, the old endearment slipping out like a balm. âYour father is a hard man, but he is not as cold as he pretends to be. He sent for me the moment he learned you had gone into labor. He could have kept me away forever. But he didnât.â
You turned slightly in his arms, eyes wide with disbelief.
The knight continued, low and calm.
âThere was one night⊠when you were still heavy with our child and very sick. I rode through a storm to reach you. Your father allowed it. He let me see you. I held you while you slept, fevered and restless. I whispered to you. I kissed your forehead and promised I would return. But I had to leave before dawn. He made me swear not to wake you. He said it would only make the pain worse when I had to go back to the borders.â
You stared at him, stunned. Tears welled up again.
âThat night⊠it was real?â you whispered. âI thought it was a dream. I thought I imagined your arms around me.â
âIt was real,â he said gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. âI was there. And I have regretted leaving you every single day since.â
You turned fully toward him, still cradling your daughter. The baby had woken and was fussing softly. You loosened your dress and began to feed her.
Sir Jungkook watched the two of you with such open love and longing that it made your chest ache.
âShe has your eyes,â you said softly, brushing a finger over your daughterâs cheek. âSo dark and beautiful. Just like yours.â
Sir Jungkookâs expression softened further. He reached out, gently stroking the babyâs tiny hand.
âAnd she is as beautiful as her mother,â he murmured. âI hope she grows to be as strong as her. As kind. As full of fire and love.â
For a while, the only sounds were the soft suckling of your daughter and the rain pattering against the roof. Sir Jungkook stayed close, one arm around your waist, the other lightly resting near the baby.
Eventually, after your daughter had fallen asleep again, you made the decision.
âWe will return to the palace,â you said quietly. âTogether. As a family. I will not hide anymore.â
The next morning, after tender farewells to Maera, who hugged you both tightly and kissed her granddaughterâs forehead with tears in her eyes, you left the cottage.
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Three Months Later,
The palace had transformed around you.
After your return, the finest healers in the realm were summoned, learned men and women versed in herbs and ancient remedies. They tended to you with the utmost care, restoring the strength you had lost in grief and childbirth. Slowly, the hollow exhaustion faded. Color returned to your cheeks. Your body healed, and with it, your spirit bloomed once more.
You were treated not merely as royalty, but as something sacred. The people whispered that the Princess had returned more radiant than before, as if the earth itself had blessed her.
Your maids, Elara, Verra, and Selyse, were beyond ecstatic to have you back. They fussed over you constantly, brushing your long hair until it shone, dressing you in the finest silks, and whispering prayers of gratitude for your safe return.
The kingdom now knew the truth: the child was Sir Jeon Jungkookâs. The scandal had spread like wildfire, but instead of outrage, most of the people embraced it. They saw their princess glowing, and fiercely protected.
Prince Min had tried to slander you upon his return, calling you impure, unfit, a disgrace for bearing a knightâs child out of wedlock. Sir Jungkook had nearly killed him in the great hall before the Kingâs guards pulled him back. Prince Min was expelled from the kingdom that very day, the alliance shattered. No one mourned his departure.
It was a warm evening when you returned to the royal bathing pool, surrounded by floating lily pads and fragrant white blossoms. The water shimmered under the sunlight as your maids helped you undress. Your daughter, now three months old and full of life, babbled happily in Elaraâs arms, reaching for you with chubby little hands.
âCome here, my sweet,â you cooed, taking her into the warm water with you. She immediately nestled against your bare chest, tiny fingers grasping at your long, wavy hair as you gently rocked her. She was a needy little thing, always wanting her motherâs warmth, her scent, her voice.
Verra smiled as she poured scented oil over your shoulders. âShe adores you, my lady. Look at those big, bejeweled eyes.â
You glanced toward the far bank where Sir Jeon Jungkook stood guard, as always. He was no longer forced to hide. He remained your personal knight, ever watchful and devoted. His gaze met yours across the water, soft with love and quiet pride. He had become even more protective since your return, rarely leaving your side unless duty demanded it.
The King had grown strangely silent on the matter of your relationship. Seeing you flourish and beloved by the people, had turned him into something of a coward when it came to opposing you.
He doted on his granddaughter in private, though he still struggled to fully accept the circumstances. Yet he no longer pushed for any other marriage. He had seen what happened when he tried to separate you from your knight.
Bit by bit, your beauty had deepened into something almost otherworldly, skin luminous, eyes bright with life, a gentle fullness to your figure from motherhood that only made you more captivating. You moved through the palace performing your duties with grace while still finding time to help the common women who came to the gates seeking aid. You had become more than a princess.
At night, when the palace slept, Sir Jungkook was yours completely.
He would slip into your chambers, shed his armor, and worship you with slow hands and mouth. He made love to you like a man who had walked through hell and returned only for this. You clung to him every night, whispering how much you loved him, how you had chosen him long before the crown ever mattered.
Your daughter babbled softly, pulling at your long hair again with her tiny fist, drawing a soft, delighted laugh from you.
âOh, my little one,â you cooed, gently untangling her fingers from your waves before pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. âYou are going to pull Mamaâs hair right off if you keep that up, arenât you? Such a strong little flower.â
She giggled in your arms, reaching up to pat your face with her small, uncoordinated hand, her big dark eyes, exact replicas of her fatherâs, sparkling with pure joy. The resemblance was almost startling even at such a young age. She was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
Elara sighed dreamily as she poured warm water over your shoulders. âLook at her, my lady. She is perfection. She already has the whole palace wrapped around her tiny finger.â
Verra nodded, gently massaging oil into your hair. âAnd you, my princess. You glow like the sun itself these days. Motherhood suits you more than any crown ever could.â
Selyse, ever the wise one, glanced toward the bank where Sir Jeon Jungkook stood guard, fully armored but with his helmet removed today. A small, teasing smile tugged at her lips.
âAnd that one over there⊠he canât take his eyes off the two of you. Look at him, standing there like a lovesick fool in steel. Our fierce knight, brought to his knees by a baby and her mother.â
The knightâs ears turned faintly red, but he didnât deny it. His gaze remained soft, locked on you and your daughter with quiet awe and devotion.
Later that evening, in the royal rose gardens where he had once walked beside you as your new knight, Sir Jungkook carried your daughter in his arms.
He was still in full armor, crimson cloak draped over his broad shoulders, but he held her with such careful gentleness it made your heart melt. The baby was dressed in the softest cream colored gown embroidered with tiny golden flowers, a little bonnet tied under her chin. She looked like a living doll against his armored chest.
She reached up with both hands, grabbing at the edge of his armor, babbling excitedly as she tried to pull herself closer to his face. When he leaned down, she patted his cheek with a wet, sloppy kiss.
Sir Jungkookâs entire expression softened into something almost boyish. He smiled, genuine and devastatingly handsome.
âMy little love,â he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
You walked beside them, heart full as you watched your daughter play with the buckles on his armor. Every time he lowered his head to let her see his face, she lit up. But when he playfully put his helmet back on for a moment to tease her, she immediately fussed, letting out a small, indignant cry and reaching for him with both arms.
âNo helmet,â you laughed softly. âShe hates it. She wants to see her fatherâs face.â
Sir Jungkook removed it immediately, tucking it under one arm while cradling her with the other. He leaned down so she could press her tiny palms against his cheeks and give him another sloppy kiss on the jaw.
The maids watching from a distance cooed and teased him lightly.
âLook at that,â Verra whispered loudly enough for him to hear. âWho would have thought the man who survived the western borders would be brought down by tiny hands and gummy smiles?â
Later that night, the heavy oak door to your royal chambers was barred, only the soft glow of candles and the low fire in the hearth illuminated the room.
You stood before the tall mirror, slowly changing into your nightgown. The fabric whispered against your skin as it slid down your body. Your gaze caught on the beautiful ring on your finger, the one Sir Jungkook had slipped onto your hand in secret weeks ago, a quiet promise between the two of you. You turned it gently, a small, private smile touching your lips.
Your daughter lay nestled against your bare chest, warm and content, her tiny fingers curled around the edge of your loosened gown. She babbled softly, her big dark eyes full of adoration for her mother.
Sir Jungkook stood a few steps behind you, fully armored except for his helmet, watching the two of you with quiet awe. The firelight danced across his face, highlighting every healed scar and the lingering shadows of war that still clung to him.
You gently laid your daughter in her ornate cradle, pressing one last kiss to her forehead as she drifted into sleep. Then you returned to the mirror, picking up the silver brush to run it through your long, wavy hair.
Sir Jungkook followed without a word. He stopped behind you, his large hands resting lightly on your waist. Slowly, he leaned down and began pressing soft kisses along your bare arms, from shoulder to wrist, as you continued brushing your hair.
You giggled softly, cheeks flushing with that familiar shyness even after all this time.
âJungkookâŠâ you murmured, breathy. âYou ought to distract me.â
âGood,â he whispered against your skin, kissing the curve of your shoulder. âI have missed you all day. I need my darling.â
He dropped to his knees behind you with a quiet clink of armor, bowing his head in his familiar, devoted way. You turned to face him, running your fingers through his raven hair, then tracing the sharp line of his jaw and the faint scars that remained on his face.
You saddened for a moment, remembering the brutality he had endured.
But he looked up at you with such pure worship that it took your breath away. To him, you were more than a princess. you were his salvation, the very source of life that had healed him.
You pulled him closer, and he rose, lifting you effortlessly into his arms and carrying you to the grand bed.
The knight laid you down gently, then began to worship you with slow, reverent hands. He unlaced your nightgown with painstaking care, peeling the silk away until you were bare before him. His mouth found your breasts immediately, sucking softly on one sensitive nipple, then the other, drinking the sweet milk that flowed for him with deep, grateful groans.
You moaned softly, fingers threading through his hair as he fed from you, his tongue swirling, lips sealed tight around your peak. He drank like a man who had been starving for you, savoring every drop as if it were the very essence of life itself.
Sir Jungkook groaned deeply against your breast, the sound vibrating through your chest as he drank almost desperately. His large hand cradled the soft weight of your breast, squeezing gently to draw more from you while his other hand stroked your side with reverent tenderness.
âSo sweet,â he whispered against your skin, voice hoarse and worshipful. âYou give me life, my petal. You heal what war tried to break.â
You whimpered, arching into his mouth, overwhelmed by the intimate, sacred act, fresh heat blooming between your thighs.
When he finally released your nipple with a wet pop, his lips glistening, he looked up at you with dark, adoring eyes.
âYou are my salvation,â he murmured, kissing the valley between your breasts before moving lower. âThe mother of my child. The light that brought me home.â
When he finally moved lower, he spread your thighs with firm hands and settled between them. He looked up at you once, eyes dark with devotion, before lowering his mouth to your core.
He worshipped your flower, seeking nectar with slow, deep licks that made your back arch, followed by gentle suction on your swollen clit. His tongue delved inside you, tasting every inch, groaning at your sweetness as if it were the most sacred thing he had ever known.
You whimpered and moaned, hips rolling against his handsome face as pleasure built in waves. He was relentless yet tender, bringing you to the edge again and again before letting you tip over.
When you finally begged for him, voice trembling with need, Sir Jungkook rose above you like a knight before his altar.
He did not rush. Instead, he sat back on his heels, dark eyes drinking in every inch of your bare, flushed body with such raw hunger that it made your skin burn. You felt vulnerable and impossibly desired under that gaze. A shy, breathless giggle escaped your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.
Sir Jungkook reached out with one large, calloused hand and traced a single finger slowly down your body, from the delicate line of your throat, between your heaving breasts, over the soft curve of your belly, and down to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The touch ever so feather light, yet it left fire in its wake.
âYou are a goddess made flesh,â he whispered, voice hoarse with awe. âAnd I am but a mortal who has been granted the honor of kneeling at your feet.â
He leaned down and pressed his forehead to your thigh in a gesture of pure worship, eyes closed, breath warm against your skin as if he were praying to the only deity he had ever believed in.
Then he moved over you, settling between your spread thighs. His thick cock pressed against your entrance, hot and heavy. He looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed inside, inch by thick, stretching inch, filling you so completely that your mouth fell open in a silent cry.
You dug your nails into his back as he began to move, first slow and loving, then harder, deeper, claiming you with every thrust.
âI love you,â he groaned against your neck, hips snapping forward. âI love you more than life itself.â
When you came, it was with his name on your lips and tears of overwhelming pleasure in your eyes. Jungkook followed moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a low, broken groan, filling you with pulse after pulse of his release.
In the quiet that followed, with the knightâs arms still wrapped around you and the weight of the world momentarily forgotten, it was strangely easy to remember the day he had first knelt before the throne.
The impenetrable knight clad in steel, sworn to protect a princess draped in silk. and protect you he would, as though it had been carved into the marrow of every breath he would draw, for eternity.
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title: drakskar pairings: general!jungkook, yandere!jk x duchess/cadet f!reader genre: fourth wing au, dark romance, arranged marriage au, smut, porn with plot, fanstasy au word count: 16,5 K beta read: lovely @chaoticpuff17
summary: To escape an arranged political marriage to the infamous marked-one general, Jeon Jungkook, you enroll in the Riders Quadrant insteadâchoosing dragons and near-certain death over becoming his wife. But fate proves crueler than politics when you bond a dragon mated to his.
warnings: minors dni 18+ | fourth wing lore, sexual tension, possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, explicit content, strong language, sparring training, kissiiinnngggg, messy kissing, dub-con, oral (f!receiving), brief nipple play, penetrative sex, doggy style, missionary, breeding kink, biting, creampie, second round... etc.
disclaimer: this is a Fourth Wing AU and therefore borrows lore, concepts, and certain dynamics from Rebecca Yarrosâ original worldbuilding. This oneshot was inspired by chapter 22 and explores the idea of what if xaden never taught violet how to shield from the mating bond? all recognizable elements belong to their rightful owners.
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Cadets enrolled in the Riders Quadrant are hereby forbidden from entering into holy matrimony while under active training and service. Any marriage contract, ceremony, or binding recognised outside military authority shall be considered null and void for the duration of enrollment. Violation of this clause is treated as a breach of Quadrant discipline and subject to command review. A riderâs allegiance belongs first to their dragon, then their wing. Marriage is not prohibited. It is deferred until survival is no longer uncertain. âARTICLE SEVEN, SECTION TWO THE DRAGON RIDERâS CODEX
âAre you out of your fucking mind?!â
âIn my defence, your proposal was always deeply inconvenient.â You fold your arms. A dangerous pause, youâre waiting for him to snap at you, whichâŠhe does.
âWe were supposed to be married by now!â
âNo, right. My apologies.â You gesture vaguely. Something dark flickers behind his eyes. He pushes off the table and begins walking toward you. His boots echo once. Twice. You hate that your body registers each step as he keeps walking.
âYou crossed the parapet,â he says, like he still hasnât fully accepted the reality of it. âWithout training.â
âYes. I made it.â
âBarely.â
âStill counts.â
He stops in front of you now, close enough that you have to tilt your head back slightly to maintain eye contact.
âYou disappeared before dawn,â he says, voice lower now. âLeft your family in chaos, your escort unconscious and half the capital convinced youâd been abducted.â
You wince. In fairness, the unconscious escort had been a regrettable necessity. Unhinged move that youâll be apologising for laterâŠin life.
âTheyâll recover.â
âThat is not the issue,â you swear you can hear his teeth grind against each other.
âNo, I gatheredââ
A humourless breath escapes him. For a second, he just looks at you. Not with anger, exactly. Something more exhausting. Like you have personally shortened his lifespan by several years.
âThis,â he says quietly, gesturing once toward you, toward Basgiath, toward all of your terrible life choices, âwas a deeply irritating move.â
âYou thought enrolling here would solve your problem?â Jungkook continues in hisâŠlecture? Preaching?
âIt actually did,â you retort.
âNoââ his voice is maddeningly certain. âIt changed the location of your problem.â
âThe Codex is clear.â You fold your arms tighter. That earns you the faintest shift in his expression. Almost amusement. Almost.
âYes,â Jungkook says dryly. âIâve finished this death college. I lived by the codexâŠsort of.â
âThen you understand the complication.â
âYou seem to be under the impression that a bureaucratic clause is what was keeping this arrangement intact.â
That⊠is not the answer you wanted. Your stomach tightens.
âYou cannot possibly meanââ
âIf you wish to be here,â he cuts in, âthen be here.â His tone is level. Controlled. Too controlled.
âI will not drag you from the Ridersâ Quadrant because you wanted to prove a goddamn point.â
That surprises you. Enough that your guard slips, just slightly. Jungkook notices. Of course, he notices and continues.
âYou crossed the parapet. You earned your place.â Thereâs something almost respectful in the words. Almost.
Then:
âBut letâs be very clear.â His gaze sharpens, pinning you in place more effectively than any physical restraint could.
âThis changes absolutely nothing.â The words land like stones. Your jaw tightens and you tighten your fists.Â
âYou donât get to decide that alone anymoreââ
âNo,â he agrees, infuriatingly calm. âBut you do not get to vanish into a death college and pretend I will simply⊠what? Move on?â
Well. When he says it like that, it sounds almost ridiculous. Which is inconvenient.
âI entered the Ridersâ Quadrant,â you say, forcing steadiness into your voice, âbecause Iââ
âBecause you donât want me? Is that it?â The interruption lands like a blade thrown with terrifying precision. He steps closer, but you donât move back. Your lips part, but for one humiliating second, absolutely nothing comes out.Â
Because of all the responses youâd prepared for this conversationâanger, threats, political manipulation, outrageâthat was not one of them. Not even remotely. Jungkook watches you carefully. Not like a general assessing a cadet. Like a man waiting for an answer he actually intends to remember.
âBecause Basgiath is the only place in this kingdom where my name belongs to me.âÂ
For the first time, something in his expression softens. Not much. Just enough to be dangerous.
âYou think I donât understand that?â That throws you. Because no, actuallyâyou hadnât considered that possibility. Not really when he was eager to give you his name.
Jungkook studies your face for a long moment before speaking again.
âIf being a rider is what you want,â he says, quieter now, âthen Iâll allow this.â
âHow generous of you.â You bristle instantly. His mouth twitches. But his next words erase any satisfaction you might have gotten from that.
âHowever,â he says, âif this becomes too much for youâif you are overwhelmed, too injured, or one reckless decision away from becoming dragon foodâI will remove you myself.â
âYou canât do that.â Your eyes widen at his proclamation.
âWatch me.â
âThe Codexââ
âFuck the Codex.â
The sheer bluntness of it knocks the air from your lungs. Jungkook leans in slightly, voice dropping low enough to feel less like conversation and more like a threat wrapped in velvet.
âIf you thrive here, then fine. Stay. Bond a dragon. Graduate. Become the most insufferable rider Basgiath has ever produced but you will be my wife.â
âThe Codex says no cadet can marry while enrolled,â you say, clinging perhaps a little too hard to the one technicality currently standing between you and total loss of autonomy.
As if a paragraph in military law is somehow stronger than the man currently looking at you, like bureaucracy is a mild inconvenience. Jungkookâs expression doesnât so much as flicker.
âYesââ he says.
âAnd eventually, you will no longer be a cadet.â
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starring:Â biker!jungkook x good girl!reader
synopsis: Every night you slip out your bedroom window, heart hammering against your ribs as you run toward the low rumble waiting in the dark and to Jeon Jungkook, the town bad boy biker with tattoos and an attitude that would send your daddy into his grave. but you didn't care, because underneath all that rugged exterior was a man who knew how to take care of you in more ways than one.
warnings: smut mdni, fluffy, reader calls her dad "daddy" (not in a sexual way btw), dumbification, rough sex, sex on a motorcycle, oral (f & m. rec- he eats you out over your panties), anal, doggystyle, hair pulling, spiting, creampie, ass slapping, pussy slapping, lots of dirty talk, size kink, corruption, he calls her a whore, tit slapping, etc.
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The soft glow of your laptop screen illuminated the cozy chaos of your bedroom, casting gentle shadows that danced across the walls painted in your favorite shade of blush pink. It was a little after 11 PM, and the world outside your window had long since settled into the quiet hush of night. You were nestled in the center of your bed with your legs crossed beneath you, surrounded by a fluffy army of plushies that made the mattress look more like a plush wonderland than a place for sleeping.
There was the oversized bunny with floppy ears youâd won at a carnival last summer next to the pastel unicorn with the sparkly horn that always seemed to watch over you, and dozens more, teddies, kitties, and dreamy-eyed creatures in every hue of pink, lavender, and cream, all piled around you like loyal guardians. You loved them fiercely; they brought a sense of comfort and whimsy to your otherwise busy college life, softening the edges of late-night study sessions like this one.
Your fingers tapped steadily across the keyboard as you finished up the last few paragraphs of your assignment, the cursor blinking patiently while you refined your citations. String lights hung in delicate loops behind your headboard, their warm white bulbs twinkling like captured stars, wrapping the room in a soft, ethereal ambiance that made everything feel a little more magical, just the way you loved it to be. They reflected off the glossy surfaces of your plushies and the faint sheen of your pink comforter, creating a haven that was entirely yours.
Over your ears sat your favorite headphones, the cushy ones that blocked out the rest of the house, filling your mind with the elegant strains of classical music. A piano concerto flowed through you, the sounds of rich, intricate melodies by Chopin that soothed your thoughts and kept your focus sharp even as fatigue tugged at the corners of your eyes.
A gentle knock sounded on your door, soft but distinct enough to cut through the music. You paused, lifting your head and sliding one side of the headphones off your ear. The door creaked open just a bit, and there stood your father, his familiar silhouette framed by the hallway light. He leaned against the doorframe with that warm, tired smile he always saved for moments like these, when he was proud of you. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he took in the scene of you in your oversized hoodie, with your laptop balanced on a pillow, plushies scattered like a protective circle, and the soft glow of the string lights. You smiled back at him, a genuine, sleepy curve of your lips that mirrored his own.
âHey, kiddo,â he said quietly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere youâd built. âJust wanted to check in before we turn in. Your mom and I are heading to bed. Looks like youâre powering through that homework, huh? Iâm proud of you, burning the midnight oil like that.â
You felt a little rush of warmth at his words, the simple validation settling comfortably in your chest. âYeah, almost done,â you replied. The classical music still played faintly from the headphones around your neck, a delicate backdrop to the moment. You set your laptop aside carefully, mindful not to disturb the plushies, and gave him your full attention. âGoodnight, Daddy.â
He chuckled softly, that fond nickname always drawing out his gentler side. Stepping a little further into the room, he reached out to ruffle your hair lightly, careful not to mess up the cozy nest youâd created. âGoodnight, muffin. Donât stay up too much later, okay? Get some rest. Love you.â
âLove you too,â you murmured, The latch clicked softly, leaving you alone once more with the piano melodies and the comforting weight of your stuffed companions. You turned back to your laptop with a soft sigh, slipping your headphones fully back over your ears. Your fingers resumed their steady rhythm on the keys, polishing the final sentences of your assignment. The house was quiet now, your parentsâ footsteps having faded down the hallway minutes ago, leaving only the occasional creak of the old floorboards and the distant hum of the refrigerator downstairs.
You were just about to save the document when your phone buzzed softly against the comforter beside you, the screen lighting up with a familiar name that made your heart skip.
Jungkook â€ïž: wyd angel?
A little smile tugged at your lips as you quickly typed back, thumbs flying over the screen. âFinishing up some homework. Why, whatâs up?â You hit send and waited, biting your lip in that absentminded way you always did when thinking about him. The reply came almost immediately.
Jungkook â€ïž: Come outside. Iâm parked out front.
Your eyes widened, and before you could even process it, the low, unmistakable rumble of his motorcycle engine cut through the stillness of the night. The sound of it was deep, throaty, and way too loud for this hour. Vroom, it vibrated through your window, sending a jolt of panic straight through your chest. You froze, heart hammering as you strained to listen for any movement from your parentsâ room down the hall. Had they heard? Were they getting up? You snatched your phone again, typing frantically.
âBabyyyy my parents are sleeping đâ
His response popped up with a little teasing edge that you could practically hear in his voice:
Jungkook â€ïž: Better come out before I wake them then...
You let out a quiet, nervous giggle, the thrill mixing with the rush of adrenaline. There was no saying no to himâ not when he showed up like this, not when the pull between you was this strong. You moved quickly but carefully, setting your laptop aside on the nightstand and peeling off your oversized hoodie. Underneath, you kept things simple and cute: just your delicate lace bra, the material soft and barely-there against your skin. You slipped on your favorite baby pink off-the-shoulder cozy sweater as it draped gently over your curves and exposing the smooth line of your collarbones and one bare shoulder.
Your silk sleep shorts stayed on, paired with your fluffy bunny slippers that made little padding sounds as you moved. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed it, you looked adorable, soft even, and impossibly tempting, a look that always made Jungkookâs eyes darken with want.
With one last check to make sure the hallway was clear, you crept downstairs, avoiding the creaky third step like youâd done a hundred times before. The front door eased open with barely a whisper, and the cool night air kissed your skin as you stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind you with a soft click. The moment you spotted him leaning against his sleek black motorcycle under the streetlight, your feet carried you faster. You broke into a light run across the lawn, and Jungkook opened his arms just in time for you to jump straight into them.
His strong hands gripped your ass possessively as he caught you, pulling you flush against his chest with a low chuckle. A firm smack landed on one cheek, the sound sharp in the quiet night and sending you into a fit of breathy giggles against his neck. âMissed you, angel,â he murmured, voice rough and warm, his breath tickling your ear as he held you there, your fuzzy slippers dangling off the ground.
âI missed you too,â you mumbled shyly into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with leather and that faint hint of motor oil that always clung to him. His tattoos peeked out from under the sleeves of his jacket, dark ink against his skin, a stark contrast to your soft pink sweater and innocent bunny slippers.
He set you down gently but kept one arm looped around your waist, that signature smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at you. âWanna go for a ride?â The question was laced with suggestion, his eyes gleaming under the streetlight.
You nodded eagerly, no hesitation. He handed you the spare helmet, helping you secure it before swinging his leg over the bike. You climbed on behind him, pressing your body close and wrapping your arms tight around his toned waist, feeling the heat of him even through his clothes. The engine roared to life again with that powerful vroom, and you held on even tighter as he pulled away from the curb, the wind whipping past as you left your quiet suburban street behind.
This was your secret rhythm, two years strong. Sneaking out almost every night once your parents were asleep, letting the older boy with the dangerous tattoos and the rumbling motorcycle whisk you away. Theyâd never approve of him, not in a million years: the way he looked, the way he lived, the way he fucked you stupid and left you breathless and addicted every single time. But none of that mattered when you were with him. The familiar streets blurred byâ neighborhood lights giving way to wider roads and eventually the path toward his apartment building. You rested your helmeted head against his back, savoring the speed and the closeness, your thighs squeezed around him as the night air rushed over your bare legs.
Finally, he slowed and turned into the underground garage of his building, the engineâs growl echoing off the concrete walls before he killed it and parked in his usual spot. You climbed off, legs a little shaky from the ride, and he took your helmet off for you, setting it aside. Instead of leading you straight upstairs like usual, he turned to face you fully, his hands settling on your hips as he backed you gently against the bike. His expression was serious now, something heavier in his dark eyes.
âI need to ask you something,â he said, voice low and steady.
You looked up at him expectantly, tilting your head, still riding the high of the ride and the thrill of being in his arms. âWhat is it?â
Jungkookâs thumb brushed over your hip, tracing small circles through the soft fabric of your sweater. âWhen are you planning on telling your parents about us?â
The question hung in the air, catching you completely off guard. Your breath hitched, the cozy pink haze of the night suddenly sharpening as you stared back at him, heart pounding for a whole new reason. You looked down at the soft hem of your baby pink sweater, fingers nervously twirling the fabric between them as the weight of Jungkookâs question settled over you like the cool concrete air of the underground garage.
The fluorescent lights overhead hummed faintly, casting long shadows across the sleek black motorcycle and the painted lines on the floor. Your bunny slippers shifted against the ground as you fidgeted, the silk of your sleep shorts brushing teasingly against your thighs. The thrill of the ride and the warmth of his earlier touches still lingered on your skin, but now a different kind of nervousness bloomed in your chest. Now, you felt vulnerable and exposed under his steady gaze.
âI⊠you know how my dad is, Jungkook,â you began softly, voice barely above a whisper, eyes still fixed on the pink fabric twisting in your hands. âHeâs so strict, and Mom too. They have all these expectations about who I should be with, someone from college, someone stable and safe. They still see me as their little muffin who needs protecting. Theyâd never understand this⊠us.â The words tumbled out in a rush, laced with the familiar guilt of your double life, the late-night escapes, and the two years of hiding something that meant everything to you.
Jungkook stepped closer, his tall frame casting a gentle shadow over you. With tender fingers, he reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, the touch lingering as he cupped your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. His thumb stroked slowly along your jawline, the touch felt warm and reassuring, the rough pad of it a contrast to your soft skin. âI donât care about any of that, angel,â he murmured, voice low and sincere, dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. âI love their daughter. Iâm in love with you, the real you, with your plushies and your pink room and the way you light up when you see me. I want them to know I exist. I want to be part of your life, not just the secret part.â
The words hit you like a warm wave, sending a deep blush blooming across your cheeks and down your neck. You werenât fully used to hearing him say it so openlyââI love youââeven after two years. It still made your heart race wildly in your chest, butterflies erupting in your stomach like a flock of wild things taking flight. Your lips parted slightly, a shy, overwhelmed smile tugging at them as you leaned into his touch, savoring the way his palm felt against your flushed skin. The garage felt smaller, more intimate, the distant echo of city sounds far above fading into nothing.
Suddenly, his hand dropped from your cheek, and his expression shifted. His voice came out softer than youâd ever heard it before, sounding vulnerable, almost hesitant, a rare crack in his usual confident demeanor. âAre you⊠ashamed of me?â
Your eyes widened instantly, heart clenching at the raw edge in his tone. âNo! Of course not, Jungkook,â you exclaimed, reaching up to grab his hand and hold it tightly between yours. The words rushed out with fierce determination. âI could never be ashamed of you. Youâre everything to me. Itâs just⊠my parents are so uptight. They have this perfect picture in their heads, and you, with your tattoos, and your bike, the whole vibeâ they wouldnât approve right away. But if you really want this, if you want to meet them⊠Iâll do it. Iâll be strong for us. I promise.â
Jungkook studied your face for a long moment, taking in the way your brows furrowed with resolve, your cheeks still pink, and your eyes bright with sincerity. You looked so adorably determined, standing there in your sweater and bunny slippers in the middle of his gritty garage, you were like a sweet dream crashing into his reality. A low, affectionate chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound of it warm and relieving as the tension eased from his shoulders. âOkay, baby,â he said, nodding slowly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. âWeâll talk about it again soon. No rush.â
The heavy conversation dropped like a curtain falling, leaving the air between you charged. You felt a surge of relief and affection, grabbing at his hand more firmly and tugging him gently toward the elevator that would take you upstairs to his apartment. âCome on,â you whispered playfully, trying to pull him along with a small, hopeful smile, your fluffy slippers padding softly on the concrete.
But Jungkook shook his head, that familiar smirk returning to his face, full of intent. He didnât budge, rooted in place like he had all the time in the world. You tilted your head, curiosity sparkling in your eyes. âWhat are you thinking about in that big head of yours, huh?â
He stepped even closer, backing you against the motorcycle again, his hands finding your waist as he leaned in. His voice dropped to a husky murmur, eyes gleaming with that fantasy he was about to confess. âIâve always had this fantasy of you⊠sprawled across my bike. naked and needy for me. Right here in the garage, where anyone could potentially walk by if theyâre not careful.â
You looked down shyly, heat flooding your face in a fresh, deeper blush that spread all the way to your ears. The image he painted sent a thrill racing through you, mixing nervousness with undeniable excitement. Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your sweater again as you peeked up at him through your lashes. âReally?â you asked softly, voice breathy and uncertain but undeniably intrigued.
Jungkook hummed in confirmation, a deep, satisfied sound that vibrated through his chest. Without warning, his hands gripped your ass firmly again, squeezing the soft flesh through your silk shorts and pulling you flush against him. Another sharp smack landed on your cheek the sound echoing slightly in the garage and drawing a little gasp from your lips. A low growl escaped him, raw and hungry, as he lifted you effortlessly, strong arms flexing under his jacket as he sat you right on the seat of the motorcycle.
The cool leather of the bike pressed against the backs of your thighs. Before you could fully adjust to the new position, Jungkookâs hand grabbed your jaw with just the right amount of firmnessâ guiding, not forcingâ and he kissed you hard on the mouth. The kiss was deep, demanding, and full of pent-up passion, his lips claiming yours as the garage faded away around you.
The kiss deepened instantly into something hard and consuming, as Jungkookâs mouth claimed yours with a hunger that stole the breath from your lungs. His tongue pushed past your lips, tangling with yours in a sloppy, heated dance. The taste of him flooded your senses. You moaned softly into his mouth, the sound vibrating between you as your manicured nails, pretty pastel pink to match your sweater, raked down the front of his clothed chest. The fabric of his shirt and leather jacket bunched slightly under your touch, but you could feel the solid, sculpted muscle beneath, the skin warm and firm. Each pass of your nails drew a low rumble from deep in his throat, encouraging you to press harder, to explore more.
His strong hands gripped your waist possessively, fingers digging into the soft curve there through the thin pink fabric. With effortless strength, he leaned you back along the sleek length of the motorcycle, guiding your body until the cool metal and leather of the seat supported you. The back of your shoulders pressed against the sturdy handlebars, arching your torso in a way that left you deliciously exposed and vulnerable under the dim garage lights. The position felt thrillingly precariousâ the bike steady beneath you but the risk of the open garage adding an edge of excitement that made your pulse race.
Your bunny slippers dangled from your feet, one slipping slightly as your legs parted just a little for balance. The silk of your sleep shorts rode up higher on your thighs, and the cool air kissed your exposed skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from Jungkookâs body hovering over you.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips along your jawline, leaving a path of open-mouthed kisses and gentle nips that made you shiver. His breath was hot against your skin as he moved lower, lavishing attention on the elegant line of your collarbone now beautifully exposed by the off-the-shoulder sweater. The soft fabric had slipped further down one arm, baring more of you to him, and he took full advantage of it as his tongue traced the delicate bone, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder.
Your hands wandered greedily over his broad shoulders, sliding along the smooth, worn leather of his biker jacket. You could feel the powerful muscles shifting underneath as he moved, admiring how incredibly toned he was, every inch of him sculpted from hours on the bike and in the gym. The way the jacket hugged his frame, the faint scent of leather and cologne mixing with the garage air, made him look so dangerously hot, like the ultimate forbidden fantasy come to life right there between your thighs.
âGod, youâre so huge,â you whispered breathlessly, your fingers squeezing at his biceps through the jacket, marveling at the sheer size and strength of them. They flexed under your touch, hard as steel yet warm and alive, and the words slipped out in a reverent, needy little murmur that made your cheeks burn hotter.
Jungkook pulled back just enough to let out a deep, amused laugh, âYeah? You like that, angel?â Before you could respond, his hand shot up to grip your jaw firmly, tilting your face up to his. With a wicked gleam, he leaned in and spit directly into your open mouth, the act so bold and intimate that it sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your core. Then his lips crashed back onto yours, kissing you even harder, tasting himself on your tongue as the sloppy makeout resumed with renewed intensity.
His hands moved with purpose now, sliding under the hem of your sweater. In one smooth, practiced motion, he lifted it up and over your head, the soft fabric whispering against your skin as it was tossed aside onto the nearby workbench. You were left in just your delicate lace bra and silk sleep shorts, the cool garage air raising goosebumps across your newly exposed torso.
Jungkookâs gaze darkened with lust as it roamed over you, drinking in every inch. His large hands cupped your breasts over the intricate lace, squeezing gently but firmly, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks that were already hardening under his touch. The sensation pulled a sharp gasp from your lips, your head lolling back against the motorcycleâs handlebars, eyes fluttering half-closed as pleasure sparked through you. Your back arched instinctively into his palms, offering more of yourself to him, the position leaving you beautifully displayed with your shoulders pressed back, chest pushed forward, and pink lace straining against his fingers.
The garage felt smaller, hotter, every sound amplified: your heavy breathing, the faint creak of the bike beneath you, and the low, appreciative growls escaping Jungkook as he continued to explore your body with reverent hunger. Jungkookâs mouth stayed fused to yours for a long, heated moment, the sloppy makeout growing even messier as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth with dominant hunger.
His hands never left your breasts, cupping the soft, lace-covered mounds fully in his large palms, squeezing and kneading them with just the right pressure that made sparks of pleasure shoot straight down your spine. He pulled back from the kiss with a wet pop, his lips shiny and breathing ragged, dark eyes locked on your flushed face before drifting lower. With a low, appreciative hum, he tugged the delicate lace cups of your bra downward in one smooth motion, freeing your tits to the cool air of the garage. Your nipples pebbled instantly under his gaze, and Jungkook didnât hesitate, he latched onto one sensitive bud with his mouth, teeth grazing lightly before sucking hard, tongue swirling around the peak.
âFuck, I love these tits,â he growled against your skin, the vibration sending shivers through you as he switched to the other nipple, nipping and sucking with greedy devotion. âSo fucking perfect for me, angel. Always so soft.â His words were muffled against your chest, each pull of his mouth drawing louder, breathier moans from your parted lips.
You arched your back further against the motorcycleâs handlebars, pressing your chest eagerly into his face, one hand tangling in his dark hair while the other gripped the leather of his jacket for support. The position left you beautifully stretched outâ shoulders braced, hips shifting restlessly on the bike seat, silk shorts riding higher up your thighs as pleasure built in slow, pulsing waves.
His free hand began a teasing descent, sliding down your stomach and slipping beneath the waistband of your silk sleep shorts. Jungkook groaned deeply the moment his fingers brushed against your soaked core, the sound raw and masculine, echoing softly in the underground garage. âSo fucking wet already,â he murmured, voice thick with lust as he rubbed along your folds through the thin barrier of your panties. âThis little pussy is dripping for me, isnât it, baby?â
You whined his name desperately, âJungkook, pleaseâŠâ the sound needy on your lips, as your hips bucked toward his hand practically begging for more friction. Your manicured nails scratched lightly at his scalp, tugging at his hair while your head lolled back again, exposing the elegant line of your throat. The cool metal of the handlebars dug into your shoulders, grounding you even as everything else felt like it was spinning with heat and want.
Jungkook chuckled softly against your breast, before he unlatched with one final, slow lick. He pulled back just enough to look up at you, eyes gleaming with dark affection. âSo needy,â he cooed, voice dripping with mock sympathy as he continued to stroke you lightly. âMy adorable little thing, always so desperate for my touch. Such a good little whore for me.â The filthy praise made your cheeks burn hotter, a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you at his words. He finally gave you what you craved, his fingers slipping under the edge of your panties to circle your swollen clit with slow with deliberate stroke, firm enough to make your thighs tremble but not enough to push you over the edge just yet.
Your whines grew louder and more impatient, filling the quiet garage as you rocked against his hand. Jungkook grinned at your reaction, then suddenly dropped to his knees in front of the motorcycle, the move fluid and eager. He yanked your body forward on the seat with strong hands on your hips, pulling you closer to the edge so your pussy was perfectly positioned for him. You gasped sharply at the sudden shift, gripping the handlebars for balance as your slippers brushed against his sides.
He started slow with pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the first one side, then the other, nipping gently at the soft flesh while his hands held your legs apart. His breath ghosted over your clothed center, making you squirm.
Then his mouth was on you, trailing kisses directly over your soaked panties. He moved the fabric of your silk sleep shorts fully to the side but left your panties in place, pressing his tongue flat against the thin, damp material and licking a long, slow stripe up your center. The sensation was wet heat through the fabric, the teasing barrier, had you gasping loudly, your hand flying to his hair again and yanking hard as pleasure jolted through you.
Jungkook groaned in response, the sound vibrating right against your core, and then he began making out with your pussy over the panties like it was your mouth, deep, sloppy kisses, tongue swirling and sucking at your clit through the lace, nose pressed against you as he devoured you with filthy enthusiasm. Every lick and suck was deliberate, drawn out, building the ache inside you higher and higher while keeping you right on that delicious edge.
He knelt between your spread thighs, completely focused on your pleasure, the motorcycle steady beneath your arched body. Every swirl of his tongue around your swollen clit sent jolts of electric pleasure racing through your body, the barrier of the panties only heightening the teasing friction.
His large, tattooed hands gripped your soft thighs firmly, fingers digging into the plush flesh as he spread them even wider apart, opening you up completely for him. The rough handling made your silk sleep shorts ride up further, the fabric bunching uselessly at the side as he held you exactly how he wanted, now vulnerable, exposed, and utterly at his mercy. The motorcycle creaked slightly beneath you from the shifting of your weight, your shoulders still braced against the handlebars, back arched in a graceful curve that pushed your chest and hips forward. Your fluffy bunny slippers dangled helplessly in the air, one of them nearly slipping off as your legs quivered under his strong grip.
Soft, breathy moans spilled from your lips without restraint, filling the quiet garage with the sweetest sounds. âJungkook⊠oh god, that feels so good,â you praised him in that gentle, angelic voice he adored so much, the one that always made his cock twitch and his possessiveness flare.
âYouâre so good to me. I love your mouth, baby⊠please donât stop.â Your words were laced with genuine adoration and desperate need, each moan and whimper encouraging him further. Your fingers threaded deeper into his dark, silky hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp in rhythmic motions that drew low groans from him, the vibrations traveling straight to your core. You pushed his head deeper into your needy pussy, hips rolling subtly against his face as you chased more of that delicious pressure, completely lost in the sensation of his tongue worshiping you through the damp lace.
Jungkook responded with renewed hunger, his growls muffled against your soaked panties as he devoured you like a man starved. He sucked your clit through the fabric with just the right amount of intensity, then flattened his tongue again for broad, messy strokes that left the material drenched and nearly translucent. His hands kept your thighs pinned wide open, thumbs stroking the sensitive inner skin in soothing circles even as his grip remained firm and commanding.
Your praises continued in that soft, melodic tone, broken only by little gasps and whimpers whenever his tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot. âYes⊠just like that, KooâŠIâm so wet for youâŠâ The words seemed to spur him on, his movements growing sloppier, more passionate, as if your voice was the only thing he needed to stay right there on his knees for hours.
Jungkook finally pulled back from between your thighs with one last, lingering lick over your soaked panties, his lips shiny and his breathing heavy. He rose slowly from his knees, towering over you as he stood between your spread legs. His hands made quick, impatient work of shedding the rest of his clothes, first shrugging off his leather jacket with a rustle of fabric, then yanking his shirt over his head in one fluid motion.
The sight of his toned, tattooed torso coming into view made your mouth water. He pushed his pants and boxers down his powerful thighs in one go, kicking them aside along with his boots until he stood completely naked before you, every inch of his muscular, inked body on full display under the dim garage lights. His cock stood hard and heavy, thick and flushed, curving slightly upward as it throbbed with need.
You leaned up on your elbows, the cool metal of the motorcycleâs handlebars still pressing into your shoulders as you watched him with wide, hungry eyes. With a shy but determined little smile playing on your lips, you reached behind your back, unhooking your bra and pulling the delicate lace down your arms. You flung it somewhere behind you, not caring where it landed, leaving your bare tits fully exposed to the cool air and his burning gaze. Your eyes stayed locked intently on his the entire time, soft and sweet, and full of adoration even as desire darkened them. A small, innocent smile curved your mouth, your angelic expression and the filthy position you were in making Jungkookâs cock twitch visibly.
He wrapped a large hand around his thick length, stroking himself slowly up and down as he drank in the sight of you; sprawled half-naked across his bike. The way his fist moved over his cock was mesmerizing, veins standing out along his forearm, tattoos shifting with each stroke.
He leaned down to kiss you, but you shook your head gently, placing a small hand on his firm chest and pushing him back just enough. âWait,â you whined softly, voice breathy and needy. âI want to suck you off, Jungkook⊠please.â
âYou donât have to, angel,â he murmured, voice rough with restraint, still slowly pumping his fist over his length.
You huffed cutely, bottom lip pushing out in a pretty pout. âBut I want to⊠like, really bad.â
Jungkook let out a deep, affectionate laugh at your determination, the sound warm and husky as he nodded. âAlright, baby. Come here then.â
You slid off the motorcycle with shaky legs, the cool concrete of the garage floor meeting your slippers as you dropped gracefully to your knees in front of him. His dark eyes followed every movement, intense and possessive, watching as you replaced his hand with your own smaller one. Your manicured fingers wrapped around his thick cock, barely able to close fully around his impressive girth. You looked up at him sweetly as you leaned in, spitting directly onto his throbbing length, the warm saliva dripping down his shaft. Then you began jerking him off slowly, your fist gliding smoothly with a wet, obscene sound, twisting gently at the head on every upstroke.
You tapped the swollen tip of his cock against your soft, bare tits, smearing the mixture of your spit and his precum across your skin in teasing little slaps. Jungkook groaned deeply, hips twitching forward as he watched the filthy sight. âFuck, youâre so sexy like this,â he rasped, voice thick with lust. âMy pretty little angel on her knees for me⊠so fucking perfect.â
You hummed happily at his praise, the vibration traveling through your throat as you finally leaned forward and took him into your warm, wet mouth. Your lips stretched around his girth as you began sucking him off with slow, devoted bobs of your head, tongue swirling around the underside of his cock while your hand continued to stroke what you couldnât fit yet. The garage filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of your mouth working him, mixed with his low groans and your soft, muffled moans of enjoyment.
Jungkookâs large hand cradled against your jaw and cheek, his thumb gently stroking the flushed skin there as he felt the bulge of his own thick cock moving inside your mouth with every bob of your head. The sensation seemed to drive him wild, his dark eyes fixed intently on the way your cheek hollowed and swelled, a low, continuous groan rumbling from deep in his chest.
âFuck, angel⊠you have no idea how perfect you look right now,â he praised, voice hoarse and dripping with lust. âThat sweet little mouth stretching around me, taking me so deep. Youâre such a good girl for me, baby. My pretty princess on her knees, sucking my cock like you were born for it.â His words wrapped around you like velvet, making your pussy clench with fresh arousal even as you focused entirely on pleasuring him
Your smaller hand worked tirelessly along the thick base of his shaft that wouldnât fit fully into your mouth, stroking with smooth, twisting motions while your lips and tongue lavished attention on the rest. The blowjob grew increasingly sloppy and wet, saliva dripping freely down your chin, coating his length, and spilling onto your bare tits in shiny trails.
Your nails occasionally grazed his thighs or cupped his balls lightly, adding another layer of sensation that made his hips jerk forward instinctively. You moaned around his cock, the vibrations traveling straight through him as you lost yourself in the act, eyes watering slightly but never breaking the sweet, adoring gaze you kept locked on his face.
Emboldened by his praises, you pushed yourself further, relaxing your throat and sliding all the way down until your nose pressed flush against his abdomen. You held there for a few intense seconds before shaking your head slowly from side to side, the movement making his cock rub against every sensitive part of your throat. The feeling was overwhelming, but you loved it, loved the way it made him curse under his breath and tighten his grip on your jaw.
Finally, you pulled back with a dramatic gasp, strings of thick saliva connecting your swollen, glossy lips to his throbbing, glistening cock. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, hand immediately returning to stroke him fast and slick while you looked up at him.
A soft, breathless giggle escaped you at the sight of his absolutely fucked-out expression, his eyes heavy-lidded and glassy with pleasure, lips parted and jaw slack, dark hair messy from your fingers earlier. He looked completely wrecked, and the power of knowing you did that to him sent a thrill racing through your body.
âShit, baby⊠Iâm gonna cum if you keep doing that,â Jungkook warned, his voice strained and rough, hips twitching into your fist as he fought for control.
Still giggling softly, you tapped the swollen, leaking tip of his cock against your soft, spit-covered tits again, smearing the messy combination of your saliva and his precum across your skin in teasing little pats. The filthy sight made his cock jump in your hand. You tilted your head innocently, batting your lashes up at him with that sweet, needy expression he could never resist. âWill you fuck me now, Koo?â you asked in that soft, breathy voice, still gently stroking his length. âPlease? I need you so badâŠâ
He nodded almost immediately, a dark, predatory smirk breaking through the haze of pleasure on his face. âYeah, angel. Iâll fuck you real good. Gonna give this tight little pussy exactly what itâs been begging for.â
Without another word, his strong hands grabbed your waist with effortless power. In one swift, fluid motion, he flipped you over onto the motorcycle. You let out a surprised little gasp as your body was maneuvered, ending up lying back along the sleek, cool body of the bike once more. The leather seat and metal frame pressed firmly against your bare back and shoulders, the handlebars digging into your upper back and shoulder blades in that familiar, slightly uncomfortable but thrilling arched position. Your head tilted back over the front of the motorcycle, hair cascading down, while your bare tits heaved with anticipation and your legs parted naturally around his hips. The cool garage air kissed every inch of your newly exposed skin, making you shiver as you looked up at him with wide, needy eyes.
Jungkook didnât waste a single second. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your sleep shorts and panties, yanking them both down your thighs in one rough, impatient tug. He pulled them all the way off, tossing the delicate fabrics aside somewhere on the garage floor, leaving you completely naked and spread open on his motorcycle. His gaze raked hungrily over your body. You skin flushed and your nipples hard, dripping pussy glistening under the dim lights, as he stepped fully between your trembling thighs, his thick cock brushing teasingly against your inner thigh.
He wrapped one strong hand around his thick, throbbing cock, stroking it slowly as he gazed down at your dripping pussy with dark, hungry eyes. Then, with deliberate teasing, he tapped the swollen, leaking tip firmly against your swollen clit. The sudden contact made you yelp sharply, a high-pitched, needy sound that echoed softly in the underground garage. Pleasure sparked hot and electric through your core, your hips jerking instinctively upward.
Your hands flew up to his arms, sliding reverently up and down the toned, tattooed muscles thereâ feeling them flex and shift under your palms as he held you in place. The feeling of your soft, delicate touch and his hard, inked strength only made everything feel more intense.
He hooked one of your legs up and over his broad shoulder with ease, the new angle opening you up even more and stretching the muscles in your thigh deliciously. Your other leg he bent toward your chest, folding you nearly in half on the motorcycle seat so that your soaked pussy was completely exposed and presented to him. The position left you feeling vulnerable yet incredibly desired, your body folded and offered up like his personal feast. Jungkook dragged the thick head of his cock up and down your slick slit slowly, coating himself in your wetness, nudging teasingly against your entrance and then back up to your clit. The wet, obscene sounds of it filled the quiet space, making your cheeks burn hotter.
âYou want it, angel?â he asked, voice low and rough, eyes locked on yours with that intense, commanding stare. âWant my cock stretching this pretty little pussy?â
You whined desperately, nodding your head quickly, hair shifting against the motorcycle as your hips tried to chase the teasing pressure. âYes⊠yes, please, Jungkook,â you breathed out, voice trembling with need.
He smirked, still sliding his tip along your folds, pressing just slightly against your entrance before pulling back again. âHow bad do you want it, baby? Tell me.â
You cried out, the words tumbling from your lips in a needy rush. âReally bad! I want it so bad, Koo⊠please, I need you inside me. I canât take it anymoreâŠâ
Satisfied with your desperate plea, Jungkook slapped the thick head of his cock against your clit again, harder and rougher this time. The sharp smack sent a jolt of overwhelming pleasure-pain shooting through you, drawing a loud, broken moan from deep in your throat. Your back arched sharply against the bike, nails digging into his arms as your body trembled.
Without any further warning, he pushed inside you in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt in your tight, dripping heat. He set a rough, quick pace right from the start with deep, punishing strokes that made the motorcycle creak beneath you with every snap of his hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the garage, mixed with your breathy moans and his low, guttural groans. Each thrust dragged perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you, the angle from your folded position making him feel impossibly deep, stretching you open so deliciously that stars burst behind your eyelids.
His large hands greedily grabbed at your tits, squeezing the soft, bouncing flesh roughly as he pounded into you. âFuck, youâre so fucking hot like this, angel,â he growled, voice deep and strained with pleasure, eyes devouring the sight of you falling apart on his bike. âLook at you⊠taking my cock so well. You love me fucking you like this, donât you? Love how I tear this tight little pussy up?â
You could only nod weakly at first, head lolling back against the motorcycle as overwhelming pleasure rendered you nearly speechless. Your mouth hung open, soft whimpers and broken moans spilling out with every deep thrust that punched the air from your lungs. Jungkook wasnât satisfied with your silent response. He leaned over you slightly, still driving into you hard, and demanded, âSpeak up, baby. Tell me.â
âYesâ yes, I love it so much!â you cried out, voice shaky and breathless. âI love your big cock so much, Jungkook⊠it feels so good, youâre so deepâ
A sharp slap landed on one of your tits, the sting blooming beautifully across your skin as he tweaked and pinched your hardened nipple between his fingers, rolling it roughly. The mix of pain and pleasure made your walls clench tightly around his thrusting cock. He kept up the merciless pace, hips moving roughly, your entire body jerking and bouncing with every powerful stroke. You were being fucked dumb, eyes glassy, thoughts scattered, reduced to nothing but moans and the overwhelming sensation of him ruining you so perfectly on his motorcycle.
You mumbled incoherently about how good it felt, âSo good⊠Kook, itâs so deep⊠feels amazingâŠâ Your hand drifted down between your bodies, fingers desperately seeking your clit to chase even more pleasure, but Jungkook was faster. He smacked your hand away with a firm swat, replacing it with his own rough fingers.
He circled your swollen clit with expert pressure, matching the rhythm of his hips while his other hand continued smacking and groping your tits, alternating between sharp slaps and soothing squeezes. The combination sent you spiralingâ pain and pleasure blending into one intoxicating wave that made your thighs shake and your pussy flutter around him.
His cock continued hitting so deep inside you with every thrust, the head brushing against that sensitive spot over and over, building the pressure higher and higher. Your bunny slippers bounced helplessly in the air, your nails digging into his arms as you held on for dear life, completely lost in the raw, filthy ecstasy of being claimed so thoroughly by him. His groans and growls grew louder and more primal, vibrating through his chest as sweat glistened on his tattooed skin under the dim garage lights.
The wet, filthy sounds of his thick cock driving into your soaked pussy filled the air, skin slapping skin, your juices coating his length and dripping down with every brutal thrust. You lifted your head weakly, eyes glassy and half-lidded, staring down the length of your folded body to watch in mesmerized awe as his glistening cock disappeared completely into your tight, stretched pussy only to pull back out shiny and wet before slamming in again. The sight was obscene and intoxicating, your soft folds parting around his impressive girth over and over.
He noticed your dazed gaze and let out a deep, breathless chuckle, still pounding into you. âYou like how that looks, angel? Watching my cock wreck this pretty little hole?â
You nodded weakly, barely able to form words. âYesâŠâ you mumbled, voice hoarse and broken.
Jungkook slowed his pace for a moment, drawing out each thrust into a powerful, deliberate slam that jolted your entire body. The change in rhythm made you tremble uncontrollably, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Your hands moved shakily upward, reaching above your head to grip the cool metal handlebars behind you for support. Your knuckles turned white as you held on, back arched even more dramatically, tits bouncing with every deep impact. Soft, breathy whines spilled from your lips as the pressure became overwhelming. âIâm gonna cum⊠Koo, Iâm gonna cumâŠâ
âYeah? You gonna cum for me, baby?â he growled, voice thick with lust as he watched you fall apart beneath him.
âUh huh, uh huhâ fuck, donât stop. Please donât stop,â you begged desperately, nodding frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes.
That was all the encouragement he needed. Jungkook picked up speed again, fucking you even faster and harder, chasing his own high with deep, animalistic thrusts. His hands gripped your hips bruisingly, holding you in place as he drove into you. âLook at you⊠so small under me, so fucking beautiful,â he rasped, eyes roaming over your flushed, writhing form. âI love this pussy so much, love this body, love fucking you stupid like this. You take me so perfectly every time, angel.â
You couldnât even form real words anymore. The pleasure had melted your brain into a hazy fog, and all you could manage were soft, repeated little affirmations. âUh huh⊠uh huh⊠uh huhâŠâ The sounds slipped out with every brutal thrust, your head tossing weakly against the motorcycle as your body shook.
âMy dumb little whore,â he cooed affectionately, voice rough yet tender as he slammed into you. âGonna cum on my cock? Tell me.â
âYesâ yes!â you cried out, the word breaking into a loud, drawn-out moan as your orgasm crashed over you hard. Your pussy clenched violently around his thrusting cock, walls fluttering and spasming as waves of intense pleasure ripped through your entire body. You writhed and trembled beneath him, back bowing sharply off the bike, nails scraping against the handlebars while broken moans and whimpers poured from your lips. Your thighs shook, bunny slippers flopping wildly as the climax consumed you completely.
Jungkook followed right after with a deep, guttural groan. He pushed himself as deep as possible inside you, hips flush against yours as he came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding your pulsing pussy. His cock twitched and throbbed with every spurt, his body tensing above you as he rode out his release, growling your name under his breath. The garage fell into a heavy, satisfied silence broken only by your shared ragged breathing.
Jungkook stayed buried deep inside you for a few long, lingering moments, savoring the way your pussy continued to flutter and milk every last drop from him. Finally, he pulled out slowly, obscene slap of his cock leaving your soaked entrance making you whimper softly at the sudden emptiness. A thick trail of his cum mixed with your own arousal leaked from your pussy, dripping down your thighs and onto the leather seat of the motorcycle beneath you.
His hands immediately moved to caress your sides with surprising gentleness, sliding up and down your flushed, sweat-slicked skin as if grounding you after the intensity of your shared orgasms.
He leaned down over your arched body, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue fought against yours in a slow, messy battle, tasting, claiming, and soothing all at once. The kiss was hungry yet tender, full of the deep affection he held for you even in the middle of something so filthy. His cock, still hard and glistening, stood tall and proud against your thigh, twitching with renewed interest. It wasnât unusual for him to stay ready for multiple rounds; your nights together often stretched on for hours, and tonight felt like one of those nights.
You whined softly against his mouth, pulling back just enough to look up at him with hazy, needy eyes. Your chest heaved, tits still flushed from his earlier attention, and your body trembled slightly from the aftershocks.
âTell me what you need, baby,â Jungkook murmured, voice low and rough, one hand gently cupping your cheek as his thumb brushed your swollen bottom lip. His dark eyes searched yours with that perfect mix of dominance and care.
Shyly, despite everything youâd just done, you averted your gaze for a second before whispering, âI want you to take me from behind⊠please.â
A wicked smirk spread across his face. âYeah? Turn around for me then, angel.â He helped you up with strong but careful hands, maneuvering your boneless body into the new position on the motorcycle. He guided your upper half to drape along the seat and sleek body of the bike, your cheek and chest pressed against the cool leather, face turned toward the handlebars. Your knees rested on the padded seat, back arched deeply, and your ass raised high in the air, perfectly presented to him as your knees sunk slightly into the seat as you gripped the edges for balance.
Jungkookâs fingers immediately found your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles as he spat on his other hand. He rubbed the saliva up and down your dripping entrance, spreading the mixture of your combined fluids. You were already soaking wet, his cum still leaking steadily from your pussy, making everything slick and messy. He lined the thick head of his cock up with your entrance, ready to slide back into your heat, but you let out a needy little whine.
âNoooo, babyâŠâ
He paused instantly, pulling back slightly, confusion flickering across his face. âNo?â
You wiggled your ass back toward him invitingly, biting your lip as heat flooded your cheeks. It took him a second, but understanding dawned in his eyes, darkening them further with raw lust.
âYou sure?â he asked, voice dropping even lower, one hand gently squeezing your ass cheek.
You nodded at first, then remembered what he wanted. âYes⊠Iâm sure. Fuck my ass, Jungkook. Please.â
A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat at your words. He sent a firm smack to your ass, the sharp sound echoing in the garage as the flesh jiggled under his palm. âFuck, angel⊠youâre gonna kill me saying it like that.â He took his time, spitting on his cock and rubbing the head against your tight entrance, teasing and preparing you carefully even as his breathing grew heavier with anticipation.
Jungkook took his time, knowing it had been a while since youâd done this. He rubbed the thick, spit-slicked head of his cock against your tight entrance in slow, teasing circles, pressing forward just enough for the tip to breach the tight ring of muscle before gently pulling back out. The shallow thrusts were careful and deliberate, stretching you open little by little. Each time he pushed in, only the head and a couple of inches sank inside before he retreated, letting your body adjust to his impressive girth. The sensation was intense, burning pleasure mixed with that familiar fullness that made your head spin and your breath hitch.
His hands roamed soothingly up and down your waist and sides, fingers stroking your soft skin in long, comforting caresses. âRelax for me, angel,â he murmured, voice low and husky. âThatâs it⊠youâre doing so good. Taking the tip so nicely.â He coaxed you gently onto his cock, hips moving in that slow, shallow rhythm while his palms mapped every curve of your body, grounding you and helping you ease into it.
You were breathing heavily, soft moans slipping from your lips with every careful push. After a few moments, you whispered breathlessly, âIâm okay⊠you can go deeper, but slow please.â
âOf course, baby,â Jungkook replied tenderly, leaning down to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. He gradually sank a little deeper on the next thrust, still moving at that measured pace, giving you time to adjust. The slow drag of his thick cock inside your ass had your toes curling in your fluffy bunny slippers, overwhelming pleasure building deep in your core. He listened intently to every sound you made, your heavy, shaky breathing and the soft, needy moans that grew louder as he worked himself further inside you.
You flipped your hair to one side, turning your head to look back at him over your shoulder. The moment your eyes met his, his gaze darkened with raw lust, pupils blown wide. He glanced down to where your bodies were joined, watching intently as your tight hole stretched around his cock. âFuck, look at you,â he groaned. âYouâre opening up so good for me, angel. Taking my cock in your pretty ass like such a good girl.â
Emboldened by his praise, you wiggled your ass back against him, pushing yourself further onto his length. Jungkook let you take control, holding still as you began to fuck yourself back onto his cock. âThatâs it, baby,â he encouraged, voice rough with restraint. âUse me. Fuck yourself on it.â
You whined desperately, whispering a string of âyes yes yesâ as your hips started moving faster. You took more and more of him with each backward push until finally, after several moments of breathless effort, you sank all the way down, taking him completely inside your ass. Your hips moved of their own accord, rocking and grinding back against him in a needy rhythm, chasing that deep, full pleasure.
âIt feels so good,â you gasped, tripping over your words as the sensations overwhelmed you. âYour dick is so big⊠so deep⊠itâs the best dick Iâve ever had, Koo⊠fuck, I love itâŠâ You were going dumb again, babbling praises between breathy moans, completely lost in the feeling of being stuffed so full by him.
Jungkookâs cocky smirk returned as he watched you fuck yourself on him. He brought a firm hand down on your ass with a sharp smack, the sound ringing out in the garage. He gripped the soft flesh hard, molding and spreading your cheeks between his strong fingers, admiring the way you stretched around him. âThatâs my girl,â he growled, voice dripping with satisfaction. âTaking every inch like you were made for it.â
Each backward roll of your hips drove him deeper, the stretch and fullness making your head spin with overwhelming pleasure. Finally, Jungkookâs patience snapped. His strong hands pressed down on your shoulders, sinking your upper body lower until your cheek was pressed flush against the cool leather seat of the motorcycle. The new angle arched your back even more dramatically, ass raised high and presented to him like an offering. Without warning, he took full control and began a sharp, punishing pace, thrusting hard and fast, using your ass like his own personal fleshlight. The sudden intensity made you cry out loudly, your body jolting forward with every brutal snap of his hips.
His hand tangled into your hair, fingers twisting in the strands as he yanked your head up, forcing you to arch even further. âOh my fucking godââ you groaned, the words tearing from your throat in a broken, desperate sound as he fucked you relentlessly. The pace was merciless now, deep and powerful, his thick cock driving into your ass over and over, stretching you wide and hitting spots that made your vision blur. Tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down your flushed cheeks, dripping onto the leather seat beneath you.
You were babbling complete nonsense, words melting into incoherent moans and whimpers. âKooâ ah, fuck, itâs so muchâ too good, pleaseâ Your voice cracked and trembled with every thrust that punched the air from your lungs. Jungkookâs free hand slid down between your trembling thighs, his fingers finding your swollen, dripping clit and rubbing fast, tight circles that made your legs shake violently. The dual stimulation, his cock ruining your ass while he played with your pussy, pushed you right to the edge again.
Suddenly, he sent a sharp smack directly to your soaked pussy, the wet slap landing right over your sensitive folds and clit. You jolted forward hard with a loud, broken cry, fresh tears spilling down your face as the sting bloomed into white-hot pleasure. Jungkook didnât slow down for even a second. He kept fucking you hard and fast, hips slamming against your ass, hand still tangled in your hair while his fingers continued rubbing and occasionally smacking your pussy, mixing pain and pleasure until you couldnât tell where one ended and the other began.
Jungkook kept his sharp rhythm. His hand stayed tangled in your hair, keeping your head arched up while your cheek occasionally pressed into the cool leather seat. Sweat slicked both your bodies, the garage air thick with the scent of sex and leather. His voice came out rough and breathless as he leaned over you, lips brushing near your ear.
âYou gonna cum again for me, angel?â he growled, voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. âTell me, baby. You close?â
You nodded weakly against the seat, face half-buried in the leather, tears still streaking down your flushed cheeks. âFuck yesâŠâ you mumbled, voice hoarse and broken, barely coherent. âYes, Koo⊠so closeâ
He continued for a few more powerful seconds, driving into you with deep, punishing strokes that made your vision spark with white-hot pleasure. Your second orgasm crashed over you even harder than the first. A loud, shattered moan tore from your throat as your body seized up, ass clenching tightly around his thick cock. Waves of intense pleasure ripped through you, making your thighs shake violently and your knees buckle slightly on the motorcycle seat. You writhed beneath him, slippers flopping helplessly as your pussy gushed and your ass pulsed rhythmically around him, milking his length with every spasm. Tears flowed freely now, mixing with the sweat on your face as you cried out his name over and over.
Jungkook groaned loudly at the feeling, his hips stuttering for a moment before he chased his own high with renewed ferocity. âFuckâ yes, just like that,â he grunted, gripping the soft flesh of your ass hard with both hands, fingers digging in deep enough to leave marks. He pushed in as deep as he could go, grinding and thrusting through your orgasm as his own release hit him hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep into your ass, pulse after pulse as he kept moving, fucking his release into you with shallow, possessive thrusts. âShit, your ass feels so fucking good wrapped around me⊠milking me dry, baby. Taking every drop like such a good little whore.â
He kept groaning and grunting with each spurt, hips pressing flush against your ass as he emptied himself completely. âThatâs it⊠my princess loves taking my cum deep in her ass, doesnât she? Fuck, youâre so perfect, squeezing me so tight.â His hands kneaded and spread your cheeks, holding you open as he gave a few final, lazy thrusts to push his cum deeper inside you, savoring the way your body continued to flutter around him.
The garage fell into a heavy, panting silence, broken only by your shared ragged breathing. Jungkook stayed buried inside you for a long moment, one hand gently stroking down your spine while the other kept a possessive grip on your hip, both of you coming down from the intense high.
Finally, with a soft, reluctant groan, he pulled out of your ass carefully, his cum leaking out of you in a warm, messy trickle that dripped down your thighs and onto the motorcycle seat. The sudden emptiness made you whimper softly, your body completely spent. You flopped limply against the leather seat of the bike, cheek pressed to the cool surface, limbs loose and trembling. Your chest rose and fell with heavy, satisfied breaths, hair messy and sticking to your flushed skin, a dreamy, fucked-out smile playing on your lips.
For a few moments, there was nothing but comfortable silence between youâ just the distant hum of the city above the garage and the sound of your slowing heartbeats. Then, out of nowhere, a soft, bubbly giggle escaped your lips. It started small and quickly grew into quiet, happy laughter that shook your shoulders.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a fond smile tugging at his own lips as he watched you, one hand still gently stroking along your spine. âWhatâs so funny, angel?â he asked, voice warm and amused, leaning down to brush a strand of hair out of your face.
You turned your head slightly to look at him, eyes sparkling with affection despite how wrecked you felt. âNothing⊠I just⊠I love you,â you whispered sweetly, the words slipping out so easily and sincerely that it made your chest feel warm and full. âSo much.â
His expression softened instantly, that signature cocky smirk melting into something tender and genuine. âI love you too, baby. More than you know.â He helped you up with careful, strong arms, supporting your shaky legs as he lifted you off the motorcycle. You leaned heavily against his chest, letting him hold most of your weight while he grabbed a clean rag from his workbench. He wiped you down gently, first between your thighs, then your ass, cleaning away the mess with slow, attentive strokes, murmuring soft praises the whole time. âYou did so good for me tonight⊠my perfect girl.â
Once you were cleaned up, he slipped his leather jacket around your bare shoulders, the warm fabric engulfing you in his scent. He pulled you close again, cupping your face with both hands and kissing you deeply, slow and sweet this time, full of love rather than hunger. His lips moved softly against yours, lingering, pouring every unsaid feeling into the kiss.
When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, noses brushing. âLetâs get you upstairs, yeah? Shower, cuddles, and all the plushies you want when we get back to your room later.â He scooped you up bridal-style with ease, feet dangling as he carried you toward the elevator, pressing one last gentle kiss to your temple. âMy sweet angel⊠Iâm never letting you go.â
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he knew before anyone else didđŸ
Jeon Jungkook Ă Reader (Wife) | Fluff | Domestic | Found Family | Pregnancy AU | Pet Knows First Trope | Protective Bam đŸ | Pregnancy | Mentions of medical check-ups
đ§Sweet Creature â Harry Styles
âYou bring me home, and Iâm home again.â
There was something⊠different.
Not obvious. Not dramatic. Just a quiet shift in the air like the house itself had inhaled and forgotten to exhale.
Bam noticed first.
It started small. He stopped leaving your side.
Normally, Bam loved his routines morning zoomies with Jungkook, naps by the window, treats earned through shameless puppy eyes. But now? Now he was glued to you. Your shadow. Your second heartbeat. Youâd stand up, and heâd stand up. Youâd move from the couch to the kitchen, and heâd trot behind you, tail low but alert. Youâd sit, and heâd curl right at your feet, head resting protectively against your ankles.
Jungkook noticed⊠eventually. âWhy is he acting like youâre about to disappear?â he laughed one morning, ruffling Bamâs fur.
Bam growled.
Low. Warning. Not angry protective. Jungkook froze. âHey what was that for?â Bam stepped between you and him. You blinked. ââŠBam?â
The dog leaned into your legs, solid and warm, like a barrier. Jungkook just stared, confused, a little hurt.
âOkay, wow,â he muttered. âDid I do something?â You laughed it off, but later when Bam followed you into the bathroom and sat facing the door like a guard you stopped laughing.
Because you didnât feel right either.
Not sick. Not exactly. Just⊠off. Tired in a way sleep didnât fix. Food tasted strange. Your body felt like it was holding a secret you hadnât been told yet.
And Bam knew.
At night, he slept closer. If Jungkook pulled you into his chest, Bam would gently but firmly nose his arm away. If Jungkook tried to kiss your stomach absentmindedly, Bam would place a paw right there. Claiming. Protecting.
âWhy is my own dog cockblocking me?â Jungkook whispered one night, dramatic and offended.
You shouldâve laughed.
Instead, your chest felt tight.
A week later, you woke up dizzy.
Jungkook was immediately in panic mode hoodie half-on, keys in hand, voice shaking. âWeâre going to the doctor. Now.â
Bam followed. Of course he did.
At the clinic, Bam refused to sit. He paced. Watched every nurse. Every door. When they called your name, he stood so close the nurse hesitated.
âHeâs very⊠alert,â she said gently. Jungkook forced a smile. âYeah. Heâs like that.â
The test didnât take long. The silence after did.
The doctor smiled first. âCongratulations. Youâre pregnant.â
Your world tilted.
Pregnant.
Your hands trembled as they fell to your stomach not showing yet, not different to the eye, but suddenly⊠everything was different.
Outside the doctor's chamber, Jungkook sat down hard in the hallway chair, hands over his mouth, eyes glassy. He laughed once. Then cried. Then laughed again.
âIâm....â he swallowed. âIâm going to be a dad?â
Bam walked up to you and sat. Proud. Calm. Like: Finally. You caught up.
Thatâs when it hit you.
Thatâs why he never left your side. Thatâs why he wouldnât let Jungkook touch you too suddenly. Thatâs why he watched the world like it might take something from you. You started to tear up , lowering yourself to Bam's level you kissed his head and whispered âmy babyâ.
Heâd known.
Before tests. Before symptoms. Before fear.
That night, Jungkook knelt in front of you, forehead pressed to your stomach, voice shaking. âI promise,â he whispered. âIâll protect you both. I swear.â
Bam laid down next to him. Approval given.
You smiled through tears, one hand in Jungkookâs hair, the other resting over the tiny life inside you feeling safe in a way youâd never felt before.
Some love arrives loud.
This one arrived quietly.
On four paws.
â° SLEEP LITTLE BABY âź
â husband! jeon jungkook x wife! (oc) hazel.
â In which a late-night bedtime battle with their stubborn eighteen-month-old daughter pushes a restless Jungkook to the absolute edge of his patience, his desperation peaking as he fruitlessly lectures a toddler on time management. But the true test of his control his wife standing in the doorwayâbreathtakingly dressed in a tight, black mesh dress that hugs every single curve. The second they are finally alone, he carries her straight to bed for a romantic night under the covers.
â established relationship | domestic fluff | toddler fluff | heavy romance | chef! jungkook | impatient! jungkook | teasing | dirty talk | praising | sexual tension | wc: 2k+ ?
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Jeon Jungkook was a man who lived and breathed by the absolute precision of the clock. In the high-stakes kitchen of his restaurant, Suzel Gallery, time was the ultimate currency to command a staff of twenty with a single, quiet look. He was a master of control, a king of pacing, and a man who prided himself on never letting a situation get away from him.
But absolutely none of those credentials meant a single thing to his eighteen-month-old daughter, Suhwi.
"Look at me, baby. Look at Daddyâs eyes," Jungkook pleaded, his voice a mix of exhausted desperation and tightly coiled impatience.
He was sitting right on the razor-thin edge of the wooden rocking chair in the nursery, leaning so far forward that his broad, tattooed shoulders hovered directly over the railing of the crib. His expensive black button-down shirt from the restaurant was already wrinkling, the sleeves rolled up haphazardly past his elbows to reveal the tense veins tracing down his forearms. It was 10:15 PM.
"We had a verbal agreement, Suhwi," Jungkook continued, keeping his voice in a low, intense whisper that he hoped sounded authoritative but was actually just frantic. "At 9:00 PM, you close your eyes. It is now over two hours past your bedtime. Daddy has a very specific, very time-sensitive agenda tonight, and right now, youâre the only one talking and not stopping."
Suhwi, who was wearing a pair of footprint pajamas with little yellow ducks on them, did not look remotely tired. In fact, she looked like she had just consumed a double shot of espresso. She was currently using her crib mattress as a personal trampoline, bouncing on her tiny heels, her messy tufts of dark hair bobbing up and down.
When her father finished his sentence, she stopped bouncing for a split second, blinked her massive, doughy eyes at him, blew a giant saliva bubble, and clapped her sticky hands together. "Ba! Daba-ba!"
"No, not 'ba.' Do not change the subject," Jungkook groaned, dropping his head into his hands and rubbing his temples where a headache was actively forming. "We are not talking about 'ba.' We are talking about sleep. S-l-e-e-p. That three-hour afternoon nap you took today was a tactical error on your part. You are hyperactive, your mother is currently standing in the hallway, and I am running out of minutes."
Just beyond the doorway of the nursery, leaning comfortably against the wooden frame, Hazel swallowed a loud laugh. She had to bite her lower lip so hard it hurt just to keep from ruining the comedy happening right in front of her.
She was, to put it mildly, the entire reason Jungkook was on the absolute verge of a psychological meltdown.
Tonight, Hazel had decided to get properly dressed up. It wasn't just a casual "let's have dinner" look; it was a wardrobe choice explicitly designed to test the structural integrity of her husbandâs legendary self-control. She wore a striking, long-sleeved black mesh dress that fit her like a second skin. The front featured a blurry, abstract graphic print in shades of muted cream and dark gray, hugging every single curve of her waist, her breasts, and her hips with agonizing precision. The sleeves were completely sheer, showing off the soft skin of her arms, and she had styled her dark hair back, leaving just a few soft strands to frame her jawline. She smelled faintly of vanilla, warm amber, and pure temptation. She looked radiant, she looked dangerous, and she knew exactly what she was doing.
Jungkookâs eyes darted toward the doorway for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes. His breath hitched audibly in his throat. His gaze dragged from the high neckline of her dress, down the graphic print and swell of her hips, all the way to where the hem hit her legs. A sharp, heavy muscle jumped in his jaw.
"Hazel," he growled, his voice dropping an octave into a rough, gravelly register that sent a delicious, wicked shiver straight down her spine. "You are actively sabotaging me. You are not helping."
"Iâm just standing here, Chief," Hazel purred back, crossing her ankles and deliberately shifting her weight to one hip, making the fabric of the dress tighten beautifully against her skin. "Take all the time you need. Suhwi seems deeply moved by your lecture on corporate time management. Don't let me interrupt."
"Sheâs mocking me. I know she is," Jungkook muttered, turning his attention back to his daughter, though his eyes lingered on the curve of Hazel's waist for three agonizing seconds too long before he could force himself away. He turned back to the crib, pointing a long, tattooed finger directly at the toddler. "Listen to me, su-ya. Look at your mother right now. Do you see what she is wearing tonight? Do you understand the sheer gravity of the situation your father is currently in? Every single minute you spend awake, jumping around like a cricket, is a minute you are actively inflicting psychological torture on me. Look at her! Does that look like a woman who wants to wait until midnight?"
Suhwi stopped, looked over at her mother, let out a high-pitched, screeching giggle, and then looked back at Jungkook. With absolute, cold-blooded precision, the eighteen-month-old reached down, grabbed her heavy, stuffed plush rabbit by its ears, and hurled it with maximum toddler force directly at her fatherâs face.
The plush rabbit hit Jungkook on the nose and bounced pathetically onto the carpet.
Hazel couldn't hold it in anymore. A loud, ringing laugh escaped her lips, her hands flying up to cover her mouth as her shoulders shook violently. "Oh my god! Jungkook, she just rejected your bribe before you could even offer one!"
Jungkook didn't move. He sat perfectly still on the edge of the rocking chair, his eyes slowly closing as he let out a long, agonizingly slow breath through his nose. He counted to five in his headâa trick he usually used when a line cook dropped a tray of expensive glassware, though this felt significantly more high-stakes.
Slowly, he reached down, picked up the stuffed rabbit by its ears, tossed it back into the crib, and stood up.
The casual, exhausted father facade completely vanished. He turned toward Hazel, his chest rising and falling heavily beneath his black shirt. The impatience in his dark eyes was thick enough to cut with a knife. He walked over to the doorway, his strides slow, heavy, and deliberate, not stopping until he was standing a mere inch away from her. The overwhelming scent of his cologneâsmoky cedarwood, black pepper, and expensive leatherâwrapped around her instantly, erasing the innocence of the nursery.
He reached out, his large, warm hand catching her chin, his thumb tilting her face upward. His eyes burned into hers with a dangerous, hungry intensity.
"You think this is funny, don't you?" he whispered, his voice vibrating against her lips. His other hand slid down to her waist, his palm burning hot right through the thin mesh of her dress. He gripped her hip, his fingers digging in just enough to let her know he wasn't playing. "You got dressed up in this specific, ridiculous dress just to watch me suffer. Admit it."
"Maybe a little," Hazel whispered back, her eyes dancing with pure amusement as she looked up at him through her lashes. She reached up, her small fingers lightly tracing the stiff collar of his button-down, feeling the rapid, heavy thud of his pulse against his neck. "Youâre always so calm, Jeon. So in control of every little detail. I wanted to see what happens when the great chef completely loses his patience."
"I am losing it right now," he murmured, his gaze dropping heavily to her mouth, his thumb rubbing over her lower lip with a rough, possessive pressure. His eyes dragged down to the graphic print on her chest, watching the way her breathing had quickened just from his proximity. "This dress should be illegal. Who told you you could wear this when we are legally trapped in a house with a tiny human who refuses to sleep? Huh?"
"I just wanted to look nice for my hard-working husband," she said innocently, giving him a small, teasing pout that she knew drove him insane. "Don't you like it?"
"I absolutely hate it," he growled, pulling her an inch closer until her chest brushed firmly against his, the friction of his cotton shirt against her mesh dress creating a sudden, electric heat between them. "Because Iâm standing in a nursery and I can't take it off you. Iâm going to tear it, Haze. The second she closes her eyes, I am going to rip this piece of fabric right off your body."
"You better not, itâs brand new," she laughed softly, though her heart was hammering so loudly she was certain he could hear it.
Before Jungkook could respond with the dark promise lingering in his eyes, a sudden, loud, dramatic yawn echoed from behind them.
Both of them froze instantly. They turned their heads in perfect unison, like two apex predators spotting movement in the brush.
Suhwi had finally, mercifully, crashed. The high-energy adrenaline of her late-night protest had vanished in a split second, replaced by the heavy, crushing weight of her delayed sleep cycle. Her tiny eyelids were fluttering uncontrollably. She let out one final, uncoordinated, half-hearted babble, rolled entirely onto her stomach, tucked her knees under her chest into a little ball, and shoved her thumb into her mouth.
Jungkook held his breath. He didn't move a muscle. He stood there in the doorway, his arm still wrapped tightly around Hazelâs waist, keeping her glued to his side while they both watched the crib like a ticking time bomb. One minute passed. Then two.
The soft, rhythmic, heavy sound of their daughterâs deep breathing finally filled the quiet, darkened room.
Jungkook let out a massive breath, his entire posture shifting from tense frustration to a dark, focused, and absolute hunger. The exhaustion was completely gone from his face, replaced by an expression that made Hazelâs knees go weak.
He looked down at his wife, his grip on her waist tightening until there was no space left between them.
"Game over," he whispered against her ear, his voice sending a wave of heat straight down to her toes. "No more talking."
The very second the nursery door clicked shut behind them, Jungkook didn't even give Hazel the chance to take a single step. Before she could breathe, his arm hooked securely under her knees and his other arm scooped behind her back, lifting her clean off her feet in one swift, incredibly smooth motion.
Hazel gasped, her hands instinctively flying around his neck to steady herself as her feet left the hardwood floor. "Jungkook! Put me down, you lunatic! Youâre going to trip in the dark!"
"I have never tripped in my life, Hazel," he muttered, his strides long, heavy, and full of pure determination as he carried her down the hallway toward their master bedroom. He didn't look down at the floor once; his dark eyes were locked entirely onto hers, burning with a heavy focus. "Iâve been waiting for three agonizing hours. Iâve been bribed, Iâve been assaulted with a stuffed rabbit, and Iâve been forced to watch you stand there looking like an absolute goddess. No more walking for you tonight."
Hazel let out a bright, bubbling laugh, her head dropping against his shoulder. "Assaulted? Sheâs eighteen months old!"
"She has an accurate arm and zero respect for my authority," he grumbled, kicking their bedroom door open. He nudged it shut with his heel behind them, and the sharp click of the lock turning into place made Hazelâs stomach do a delicious, nervous flip.
Instead of throwing her carelessly onto the mattress, Jungkook lowered her slowly, his movements surprisingly gentle despite the frantic energy rolling off him. He sat her down on the edge of the unmade bed, but he didn't back away. Not even an inch. He pressed his body weight forward, forcing her back onto the pillows while he hovered directly over her, his knees framing her hips on either side, pinning her beautifully beneath him.
"Now," he breathed, his large, warm hands coming up to cup her face, his thumbs wiping across her cheekbones with a tenderness that contrast sharply with his heavy breathing. "Let me actually look at you without a baby monitor blinking in my face."
Hazel looked up at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly under the tight mesh of her dress. The contrast between them was dizzying. Jungkook looked beautifully undoneâhis dark hair was slightly messy from his hands running through it, his sharp black restaurant shirt was wrinkling, and his collar was open. He looked completely unraveled compared to the immaculate, collected chef who ran Suzel Gallery.
"You look so beautiful it actually hurts, love," he said softly, his voice dropping into a quiet, fierce reverence. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, his eyes dropping to her mouth. "Every single time I think itâs impossible to want you more than I already do, you do something like this. You put on a dress like this, you laugh at me, and you completely ruin my ability to think straight."
Hazel giggled, her fingers tangling in the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him just a fraction closer. "I told you, I like seeing you lose your mind. Youâre always the one in control. Itâs fun watching you squirm."
"Oh, you think my suffering is a joke?" Jungkook let out a low, husky chuckle, his lips brushing against her jawline. "I was in that nursery running a high-stakes negotiation with a toddler, holding onto the last shred of my sanity, while you were standing in the doorway shifting your hips. Do you know what that did to my blood pressure?"
Hazel burst out laughing, raising her hand to bring a playful slap right against his broad chest. Smack. "Oh, stop being so dramatic! Your blood pressure is fine!"
Jungkook caught her wrist right after the slap, kissing the palm of her hand before pinning it gently next to her head. "It is a medical miracle that I didn't pass out, Hazel. Iâm serious. The restaurant was busy, the kitchen was sweating, and all I wanted was to come home to my wife. And what do I find? A beautiful woman wearing a sheer, painted-on dress specifically designed to send me to an early grave."
"Itâs an abstract print, Jungkook," she laughed, her face flushing at the intense warmth in his eyes.
"Itâs a weapon," he corrected, his voice dropping into that gritty, low register that always made her knees feel weak. "And you used it perfectly."
He leaned down and finally kissed her.
It wasn't a rushed kiss, but it was incredibly deep, heavy, and full of the raw impatience he had been holding back for hours. He poured everything into itâthe exhaustion of his long day, the maddening delay in the nursery, and the fierce, protective love he felt for her. His tongue parted her lips easily, tasting her with a deep, possessive hunger that left her completely breathless. His hands slid down from her face, tracing the smooth, sheer mesh of her sleeves, his large palms feeling the heat of her arms.
Hazel let out a soft, whimpering sigh into his mouth, her body arching up instinctively to meet his weight, her fingers gripping his shoulders.
"Jungkook," she breathed when he parted his lips to trail his mouth down the smooth column of her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin right beneath her ear.
"Youâre so perfect, baby," he muttered against her skin, his hands moving down to her waist, tracing the curves of her hips. He pulled back just enough to look into her dazed eyes, his hands gripping her waist a little firmer. "Tell me the truth. Did you miss me today?"
"I missed you so much," Hazel whispered honestly, her eyes soft and full of love as she reached up to smooth down his messy hair. "Every time I looked at the clock, I was just waiting for you to walk through that door."
A dark, incredibly satisfied smile broke across Jungkookâs face. "Good. Because I don't care about the restaurant, I don't care about anything else right now. There's only you."
With a smooth, deliberate movement, Jungkook reached down and grabbed the edge of the heavy, plush duvet, pulling it completely over both of them. He created a private, shadowed tent beneath the blanket, shutting out the rest of the world, leaving just the two of them in a warm, cocooned space filled with the scent of her vanilla and his smoky wood cologne.
Under the blanket, everything felt softer, more intimate, and incredibly safe.
Jungkook slid his hands down to the hem of her dress, slowly bundling the fabric up, his fingers moving up her thighs with an agonizingly slow, teasing touch. The cool air of the room was entirely blocked out by the heavy blanket, leaving only the searing heat of his calloused skin against hers. He stroked the smooth skin of her legs, his touch gentle but firm, making her shiver beneath him.
"You have no idea what you do to me, Hazel," he whispered in the dark, his breath hot against her cheek. His fingers traced the edge of her lace underwear, finding her already warm and ready for him. He let out a low, rough groan of pure satisfaction. "Look at you. All that teasing in the hallway, and youâre just as impatient as I am."
"Because you take too long," she whispered back, her voice shaking slightly as his fingers applied a gentle, soothing pressure through the lace.
"Iâm taking my time because you deserve to be praised, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice dropping into a deep, dirty-talking purr that made her heart race. "You look so beautiful tonight. This body... god, youâre perfect. Every single inch of you. Iâm going to make you forget about everything else tonight. Iâm going to love you so thoroughly you won't even be able to think."
"Jungkook, please," she sighed, her fingers frantically unbuttoning his shirt, wanting the fabric gone.
He helped her, pulling the black shirt over his head and tossing it into the darkness outside the blanket. When he came back down, his bare chest pressed flat against her, the feeling of his warm, tattooed skin against her was so intense she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
"Iâve got you," he whispered, his hands sliding under her lower back to lift her closer, his lips finding hers again in a soft, deeply romantic kiss that tasted like a promise. "I've got you, baby. No more waiting."
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Note: This couple is part of my series, Bread and Breath. You can read this as a standalone story, but if youâd like to explore more of my work, feel free to check out the full series.




