♥ I'm Caroline Of Midgard And I Burdened With Glorious Purpose and BTW I don't hate you, I'm just not necessarily excited about your existence. Now, if you excuse me, I have to destroy Jotunheim.
You're ovulating, and your body knows it. Every look, every touch, every shirtless yawn from your husband Jungkook feels like it's personally designed to torture you. The problem? You're still way too shy to actually ask for what you want—even after two years of being married to the man. So you do what any reasonable woman on the brink of hormone-induced meltdown would do: Google how to seduce your husband without saying a word. Soft moans, sexy shirts, bending over.
Your body wants him. Desperately. Which would be fine… if your mouth could form a single dirty sentence without dissolving into embarrassment.
Unfortunately, the moment your brain thinks, “I want Jungkook to bend me over this kitchen counter,” your lips go: “...Do you want more eggs?”
Because apparently, you are the human embodiment of sexual repression wrapped in a housewife cardigan. It doesn’t help that Jungkook is walking around this morning like temptation incarnate—hair fluffy and damp, shirt riding up to expose toned abs as he stretches for the top shelf. You stare, biting your lip.
And then he turns. And catches you. You quickly look away, pretending to clean an already spotless counter. Jungkook chuckles. “Why’re you scrubbing that spot like it owes you money?” “N-No reason,” you mumble, cheeks on fire.
He strolls over, brushing your hair behind your ear like he always does—soft, loving, casual.
Your knees almost buckle.
God, you need him. But how do you say that?
“Hey, Jungkook… I’m ovulating and my vagina wants to be rearranged like IKEA furniture.”
NO.
You die just thinking it.
So instead, you sit back down at the table while he scrolls through his phone, and you—like the absolute coward you are—open a new tab and type: “How to seduce your husband without saying it out loud.”
Google, your ever-loyal sidekick, does not disappoint. Wear something sexy but casual, like his oversized shirt with nothing underneath. Initiate physical contact—light touches, lingering hugs, playful smiles. Moan softly when you stretch. Drop something and bend over. Make suggestive eye contact.
You read every suggestion like it’s a sacred text. This is it. This is your mission.
Operation: Turn Him On Until He Makes The First Move. You can do this. You’ve seen porn. You’ve read fanfics. You’re a married woman, damn it. You’re—
“Why are you glaring at your phone like that?” Jungkook asks. You startle. “No reason! Just… taxes.”
“…Sexy."
Attempt-1
You wait until after his gym session, when he’s showered and sprawled on the couch, lazily playing a game on his phone. You walk in casually. In his oversized shirt. Bra discarded. No shorts. Just legs and nerve. His eyes lift.
They scan you slowly, pausing at your thighs, lingering at the hint of your nipples through the fabric. This is it.
Then—
“Are you cold?” he asks, brows furrowed. “You’re nipping.” You want to scream.
Attempt-2
You’re cooking dinner. He’s next to you, slicing cucumbers. You “accidentally” drop a spoon. You bend slowly. You feel his gaze.
And then—
He says, “Didn’t I tell you to be careful? You always drop stuff when you're tired.” You stand up, crushed. He adds, “Let me get it.” He picks up the spoon. And boops your nose with it.
Attempt-3
You stretch in the living room. You add a soft, breathy, “Ahh…” He looks up. You hold your breath. He smiles. “You okay?” You nod innocently.
“You sound like you pulled something. Want me to massage your back?”
You blink. That was… not bad? You nod again, praying he’ll catch the scent of your shampoo, the flush on your cheeks, the desperation leaking out of your pores.
He rubs your back. Platonically. Like a kind neighborhood uncle.
You die again.
It’s bedtime. You lie curled beside him in bed, knees tucked up, pretending to scroll your phone while your hormones riot like drunk cheerleaders.
You can smell him. Clean and warm. That stupid faint hint of cologne he wears just to sleep. His damp hair tickles your shoulder where it fans out. He’s relaxed, spread out like he owns the bed—because he does.
And you? You are vibrating with frustration. How is he not climbing on top of you already? How does he not feel how badly you want him? Has he not noticed how flustered you’ve been for the past three days?!
You try one more tactic. You inch closer. Press your thighs together just so. Let your hand rest slightly on his chest. He looks down at you, smiling softly. “Wanna cuddle?”
You nod. Wordless. Wanting. Hoping.
He pulls you into his chest, arms strong around you, one hand gently rubbing your back. His voice is a sleepy mumble. “You smell really nice tonight.” Your heart jumps. “You always do,” he adds, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead. “Love when you wear my shirts to bed.”
You swallow. Now. Say it now. But your mouth fails you again.
“Jungkook?” you whisper, face half-buried in his neck.
“Mm?”
“I… I wanna…”
He hums. Encouraging.
You take a deep breath. Do it.
“I wanna…”
“…what, baby?” he whispers, thumb stroking your arm. “You can tell me anything.”
You hide your face deeper, almost suffocating in the blanket.
“I wanna have sex,” you blurt out, voice barely a squeak.
Silence. You think he didn’t hear. But then—you feel his body freeze.
Then melt. And then—*
He pulls back just enough to see your face, eyes wide with gentle surprise. “Baby,” he says softly, brushing your hair back. “You’ve been walking around all shy and flushed for days. I thought maybe you had a fever or something.” You let out a miserable sound. “I didn’t know how to ask…”
He chuckles, kissing your forehead again. “You don’t ever have to be scared to tell me that, angel.” Then, his voice drops, deep and low. “If you want me, all you ever have to do is say it.” Your breath stutters.
“I want you,” you whisper.
His lips curl into a smirk. “Then let me show you how much I’ve been waiting for that.”
The teasing, clueless husband you’ve spent the last week trying to seduce is gone. Replaced with the Jungkook who knows exactly how to handle you — every soft touch, every need you’re too shy to name.
“Say it again,” he whispers between kisses, voice husky against your lips. Your cheeks flame, but you nod. “I want you.”
“That’s all I ever need, baby.” He leans back to admire you, propped against the pillows in his shirt and those tiny shorts that have been torturing him all week. His eyes are darker now. Heavy. Focused. And you feel your breath hitch when he says, “You have no idea what you’ve done to me.”
He lifts the hem of your shirt slowly, eyes never leaving yours. “You’ve been walking around like this, with those sweet little thighs out, no bra, hugging me for no reason, brushing your chest against me like that’s not the meanest thing you could’ve done to a man trying to be respectful.”
You giggle, face hot. “I didn’t mean to—” “You did,” he corrects with a smirk, tossing the shirt aside. “And it worked.”
He kisses your collarbone, then lower — down your chest, pausing when he feels how fast your heart is racing.
“You’re so shy,” he murmurs. “So sweet. But you want me so badly, don’t you?” You nod again, lips parted, chest rising and falling in soft, impatient gasps. “Use your words, angel. Just one more time. Tell me what you want.”
You whimper. “I want you to touch me.” He grins, satisfied. “That’s my good girl.”
His hands travel down to your shorts, tugging them slowly, watching your eyes flutter as the cool air hits your thighs. “You’re already wet,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing your center through your underwear. “So needy.”
You hide your face in your hands. He gently pulls them away. “Let me see you. Let me love you properly.” And he does.
He takes his time with you — kissing your thighs, licking soft trails along the edges of your underwear until you're trembling. He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t tease too hard. He just… worships. He slides your panties down and kisses the inside of your thighs again, lips dangerously close. You whimper his name.
“Jungkook, please.”
He looks up, eyes gleaming. “Please what?”
Your voice shakes. “Please… touch me there.”
And with that, he finally does. His mouth closes over your clit, slow and warm. He hums softly, and the vibration makes you gasp. His hands hold your hips down gently while he licks and kisses you like he’s starved for you — like he’s been waiting a lifetime. You writhe under him, hands grasping the sheets, mewling out soft gasps of “Koo, please—”
He doesn’t stop until you come undone beneath him, thighs shaking, voice cracking on his name. Only then does he crawl back up, kissing your cheeks, your nose, your lips.
“You’re so pretty when you beg,” he murmurs.
You’re breathless. Glowing. Still dazed. And then you feel him press against you — hard, thick, straining inside his boxers. You whimper again, reaching for him.
“You sure?” he whispers, breath hot against your ear.
You nod quickly, legs wrapping around his waist. “Please, Jungkook.” He slides in slowly, groaning into your neck. You arch, clinging to him as he fills you completely.
“Fuck,” he pants. “You feel like heaven.”
You gasp, eyes fluttering shut, hips moving instinctively. And then there’s nothing but skin and heat and the sound of soft moans and kisses — slow, deep strokes as he presses sweet nothings into your skin:
“Missed you.”
“You’re mine.”
“So fucking tight, baby.”
You come again, crying out his name, and he follows soon after, biting back a groan as he buries himself deep inside you. Afterward, he doesn’t move. Just holds you. Breathes you in.
“Next time,” he murmurs, brushing sweat-damp hair off your forehead, “just tell me sooner.” You laugh weakly. “I tried.”
He kisses your temple. “You did good, baby. But next time, don’t google it, okay?”
“Fine,” you whisper. “Next time I’ll just climb you.” Jungkook grins. “Deal.”You thought last night would satisfy you. It did. Kind of. For a few hours.
But then morning came, and with it, Jungkook’s bare chest. His messy hair. The sleepy rasp in his voice when he asked, “Want coffee, baby?”
And your body betrayed you again. Now you’re back in square one: needy, blushing, legs clenched under the kitchen table as your husband hums to himself in pajama pants, making you both breakfast like he didn’t absolutely wreck you twelve hours ago.
You bite your lip, trying to focus on your phone. Maybe the urge will pass.
It does not. Instead, you find yourself googling, again: “How to seduce your husband subtly (again). You slam your phone face down.
Jungkook places a plate in front of you and leans down to kiss your cheek. “You okay, angel?”
You nod too fast. “Mhm! Yep. Great.”
His brow lifts. He walks away. Then glances back at you.
You’re staring at his butt.
Caught.
“Something on your mind?” he asks, smirking slightly. “Nope!”
“Your face says otherwise.” You stare at your eggs like they’ve personally offended you.
He strolls over, squats beside your chair, and tilts his head. “Wanna tell me why you’ve been blushing all morning and squeezing your thighs together every ten seconds?”
You cover your face. “Oh my god.” He laughs. “Is this déjà vu?”
“…No.”
He kisses your shoulder. “You can just say it, baby."
You mumble through your hands. “I want you again.”
He grins against your skin. “Good. Finish your eggs. Then I’ll take you back to bed and make you forget how to walk.”
You squeak. “Jungkook!” “What?” he says, biting into toast like it’s any normal day. “You married a man with stamina. This is what you signed up for.”
synopsis: During a trip with your friends, you spotted a guy who started to get crowded by a group of girls. Upon taking a closer look, you realized it was a member of your favorite boy band, Jeon Jungkook of BTS. Without hesitation, you bit the bullet and swooped in to save him. In doing so, the trajectory of your life changed forever.
pairing: idol!jungkook x fem!reader
genre: idol au, fluff, angst, smut
series warning: this story will follow the timeline of when jungkook’s solo album, golden, dropped! the members of bts will, of course, be mentioned in here at some point as well as other celebrities/idols! i will provide each chapter with warnings of what they’ll contain! this will mostly focus on real life scenarios but i might make some social media edits to support the plot! any photos used for the edits are for the purposes of mimicking how media/fans would be like; imagine reader as anything you’d like! chapters that will contain mature content, i will list it with “(m)”!, and last but not least, this is for entertainment purposes!!! everything that i write is fictional and it does not portray how jungkook or anyone else are actually like!
note: this is my first series and i hope you enjoy it!! 🥹🥹 if you want to be on the taglist for this fic, please let me know in the comments! i also don’t have a set schedule for when i will publish each chapter but i will send out an announcement before releasing them!
Genre/Tags: established relationship, pure fluff, absolute comfort, humor, boyfriend!jungkook, sleep deprivation, seoul setting
Summary: It is three in the morning in a completely silent Seoul, and your brain refuses to turn off. Fortunately, your boyfriend is determined to cure your insomnia by any means necessary—even if it means acting as a human white noise machine, mimicking rush-hour traffic, and hosting a dedicated late-night radio show using a plastic water bottle.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: zero angst, extreme levels of fluff, highly inaccurate nature sound effects, sleep-deprived nonsense
The ceiling of his apartment is an unrecognizable blur of shadows at three in the morning. You stare at it, tracking the faint, moving reflection of a distant streetlight, wishing the city would offer just a fraction of its usual chaotic noise. Seoul is entirely dead outside the window tonight. The lack of sound is a physical weight, pressing into the room until the silence feels like a ringing in your ears.
Right next to you, he is sprawled on his stomach, completely dead to the world. One of his heavy, warm arms is flung carelessly over your waist, anchoring you to the mattress. He lets out a soft, rhythmic puff of air against your shoulder blade every few seconds. You try matching your breathing to his, hoping the steady pace will trick your brain into letting go, but your eyes remain stubbornly wide open. You let out a long, defeated groan into the dark.
The mattress shifts as the sound registers. He stirs, turning his head as his long eyelashes flutter against his cheek. Slowly, he blinks one eye open through a messy fringe of dark hair, the sleep heavy in his features.
"What is wrong?" Jungkook mumbles, his voice rough, deep, and completely wrecked from exhaustion. "Why are you awake?"
"The silence is too loud," you whisper back, shifting slightly so you can look at him. "I cannot turn my brain off."
He props himself up on one elbow, his oversized t-shirt slipping off one shoulder while his hair sticks up in three different directions. He blinks heavily, trying to process your words through the thick fog of 3:00 AM drowsiness. A tiny, lopsided smile slowly tugs at the corner of his lips.
"Too quiet? Okay. Hold on. Let me fix it."
Instead of turning over or reaching for his phone to open a white noise app, he clears his throat, takes a deep, overly dramatic breath, and opens his mouth.
"Shhhhhhhgghhhuuuuuu."
You freeze, staring at him through the gloom. "What on earth are you doing?"
"I am being a gentle summer breeze," Jungkook explains with an incredibly serious face, completely unbothered by how ridiculous he sounds. He adjusts his pillow with his free hand and tries again, narrowing his eyes in concentration. "Shhhhhhfffff. Swoosh."
"That does not sound like a gentle summer breeze at all," you say, a sudden fit of giggles bursting past your lips, breaking the heavy quiet of the room. "That sounds like a tire deflating on the highway."
He gasps, looking deeply offended as he drops back onto his pillow. "A deflating tire? I will have you know my vocal range is unmatched, Y/N. Fine. If you do not appreciate nature, we will try something else. Give me a second to calibrate my frequencies."
He closes his eyes, wrinkling his nose as he thinks, before bringing his hands up to his face and cupping them together tightly over his mouth.
"Glug. Glug. Bubble. Splash. Glug."
You bury your face directly into his shoulder to muffle the sound of your laughter, your stomach aching from the sudden burst of energy. "Is that a toilet flushing?" you wheeze, trying to keep your voice down so you do not wake the entire building.
"It is a pristine mountain stream," he defends himself, his chest shaking against your cheek with his own quiet laughter as he rolls over to face you properly. "A beautiful, therapeutic brook. You have absolutely no appreciation for the arts."
"I appreciate accuracy, and you sound like a clogged pipe," you tease, reaching out to poke the tip of his nose.
Jungkook catches your hand mid-air, wrapping his warm fingers securely around yours. Instead of letting go, he pulls your arm down, resting his chin right on your knuckles as he looks at you. His dark eyes are shining with pure, stubborn mischief now, the sleep completely banished from his face. He loves a challenge, and you have just challenged his audio production skills.
"Okay," he whispers, his voice dropping into a low, conspiratorial tone that sends a tiny shiver down your spine. "If the natural world is failing us, we have to go urban. Close your eyes. Visualize the streets of Seoul."
You obediently close your eyes, a bright smile fixed on your face in the dark.
Suddenly, a sharp, high-pitched beep echoes right next to your ear, followed immediately by a fast-paced, aggressive mutter.
"Ya! Watch where you are going! Move your car! Beep beep!"
You snap your eyes open, swatting at his chest with your free hand. "Did you just imitate rush-hour traffic in Gangnam?"
He is grinning so wide his eyes have turned into tiny crescents, looking incredibly proud of himself. "Yes. Did it work? Are you feeling sleepy yet?"
"No, I am feeling highly stressed about my imaginary commute," you tell him, though you cannot stop looking at his smile. "You are absolutely terrible at this."
"Terrible?" he gasps, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling. "Me? Terrible at sound production? Wow. The absolute disrespect in my own home. I am going to have to pull out the big guns now. You brought this on yourself, Y/N."
He sits up entirely, throwing the heavy blanket off his legs. He reaches over to the nightstand, blindly rummaging around until his fingers wrap around a stray, half-empty plastic water bottle. He turns back to you, adopting a look of intense, professional concentration.
He shakes the water bottle gently, creating a rhythmic, sloshing sound against the plastic.
"This is the background track," he announces in a hushed, dramatic voice. He clears his throat and begins to speak in a completely different cadence, perfectly mimicking the overly polite, slightly nasal tone of a late-night radio host or a nature documentary narrator.
"Welcome back to Sleep Station," he says, using his free hand to mimic holding a microphone close to his mouth. "Tonight, we are observing a very rare, very stubborn creature in its natural habitat. The creature refuses to shut its eyes, despite the perfect sleeping conditions."
You hide your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking with silent laughter. "Jungkook, stop it, please."
"As you can hear from the ambient noises of the ocean waves behind me, the creature is currently under a lot of pressure," he continues, completely ignoring your protests as he continues to shake the water bottle at a steady pace. He leans down, bringing his face inches from yours, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Our chief correspondent is currently on the scene. He reports that the creature is incredibly cute when it is laughing, but it really needs to sleep because they have a highly important date to get fried chicken tomorrow afternoon."
You look up at him through your fingers, your heart doing a sudden, violent flip. He looks so ridiculous sitting there in the dark, holding a plastic bottle like a microphone, his hair a total disaster, completely dedicated to making you laugh at three in the morning just because you said the room was too quiet.
"If I promise to go to sleep right now, will the radio show finally end?" you ask softly, your voice dropping.
He stops shaking the bottle immediately. He sets it back down on the nightstand with a soft click and slides back under the covers, pulling the heavy comforter all the way up over both of your shoulders to seal out the cool air of the room. He rolls onto his side, wrapping both arms around you this time, pulling you flush against his chest until there is absolutely no space left between you.
"The radio show is entering its final segment," he whispers against your hair, his voice losing its playful edge and returning to that soft, heavy warmth from before.
He rests his chin gently on the top of your head. Then, very softly, he begins to hum. It is not a specific song, and it is definitely not a silly sound effect this time. It is just a low, vibrating melody deep in his throat, a steady, comforting rhythm that rises and falls with every slow breath he takes. His chest moves against your back, the solid warmth of his body completely enveloping you.
He pairs the humming with a slow, repetitive motion, his thumb tracing tiny, lazy circles into the fabric of your shirt right over your hip.
The cold, oppressive silence of the room is completely gone, replaced entirely by the sound of his breathing, the steady thump of his heartbeat against your shoulder blades, and the beautiful, quiet hum of his voice. It is the best kind of ambient noise in the world.
Your eyelids suddenly feel incredibly heavy, the chaotic thoughts in your brain finally melting away into the background. You let out a long, contented sigh, shifting slightly to press yourself even closer into his embrace.
"Goodnight," he whispers, his voice fading into a sleepy mumble as he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head.
"Goodnight," you breathe out, your eyes closing as you finally drift off to sleep.
Summary: A short drabble with you taking care of jungkook during one of the many nights during touring season.
A/N: first jungkook story! let me know your thoughts (:
The screams from the audience never ceases to amaze you. As you stand backstage with water in hand, you watch your boyfriend of five years wave to the crowd with utter happiness and admiration. His smile can be seen so easily as he tries to look at every fan possible.
You were proud of him, of his accomplishments. He got to achieve his dreams and you were right there beside him.
As the boys begin to run backstage after completing another concert, you catch Jungkook already trying to find you in the crowd of staff that applaud both him and the boys for another successful night.
All the boys smile and thank everyone for their hard work. Jungkook, not so subtly, tries to look around and once he spots you lingering in the corner of the room, he walks past everyone and comes up to lift you in his arms, giving you the hug of a lifetime.
You laugh holding onto him tightly as this is what he always does after a concert. He gives you the biggest hug followed by a sweet kiss to the lips. From a distance, you can hear Jimin making fake gagging noises at the sight, only for Jungkook to flick a middle finger his way while still carrying you with one arm.
He places you back down gently and pulls away from the kiss. He looks down at you, his smile growing softer and more appreciative than ever. You hand him water, and he takes it gratefully. In one big sip, he downs half the bottle.
“You were amazing as always,” you smile.
As Jungkook continues to sip his water, he pulls out the necklace you gifted him, during your third year anniversary, from his shirt and says, “Gotta keep my good luck charm on me at all times.” He winked at you, earning a loud laugh and a slight shove on the shoulder. “You’re such a dork.”
“Yes, but I’m your dork.”
You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless at his corny behavior. Meanwhile, everyone else starts packing up and heading out to the vehicles parked nearby. Jungkook throws the now empty water bottle in the trash while he uses his other hand to take your hand in his as he leads you to one of the many vans inside the underground garage.
Once seated, along with Taehyung and Jin, Jungkook sighs heavily and leans his head on your shoulder while you look out the car window. Your hands are still intertwined as he rubs his thumb over your hand, in comfort, as he slowly starts to fall asleep on you.
Taehyung watches from behind while Jin also takes a nap beside him. Taehyung smiles at the sight of you two cuddled up, hoping that one day he would be able to find a love like both of yours.
By the time the van parks inside the garage of the hotel, you wake Jungkook up from his short nap, telling him he could sleep the minute he takes a shower.
He yawns, running his fingers through his hair as he looks at you sleepily. “Yeah, I’m too tired to eat.” He steps out of the van, holding out his hand towards you to hold. You thank him and not a second later, Taehyung jokingly takes jungkook’s helping hand and helps him get out of the van as well.
“Oh kookie! You’re so sweet,” Taehyung tries to imitate your voice by sounding a bit pitched. You laugh as Jungkook pulls his hand away dramatically and laughs.
All of you head towards your rooms, of course you and Jungkook share one while the other two head towards their own private rooms. You unlock the door, walking in beside Jungkook who continuously yawns as he shucks his shoes to the side while heading straight towards the bathroom to start his shower.
“I’m going to get room service. Did you want anything?” You call out to Jungkook as you head over to the phone with the hotel menu right beside it.
“No, I’m good baby. I’m exhausted,” Jungkook answers.
You contemplate for a short minute before deciding to get a steak with some pasta, big enough for the both of you to share, just in case. While you order, you hear Jungkook already turning on the water for the shower.
After ending the call and getting notified that it would take twenty minutes for it to arrive, you head on over to the bathroom, opening the door and seeing Jungkook already half naked.
He turns to you and smiles. You smile back and turn to close the door behind you. Without a second thought, you strip as well, leaving yourself naked in front of the man you love. He follows suit and offers his hand for you to take as you both head in to shower at the same time.
Although some people might find this irresistible to ignore, you and Jungkook know when it is the right time to initiate sex. Sometimes there will be days where you two can’t get enough of each other and will show clear signs of pure need. But other times, you will see soft love bloom in front of each other. Just like tonight.
Jungkook pulls you in close, kissing you softly as water cascades down both of your bodies. His hands remain on your waist while yours wrap around his neck, feeling the back of his hair.
You end up pulling away, staring up into his brown eyes as he stares right into yours. There were no words exchanged. It wasn’t needed. You and Jungkook understood each other without needing to say anything, and you were grateful for that.
Jungkook turned your body around and squirted shampoo on his hands before running his fingers through your hair, scrubbing off the day.
You closed your eyes and hummed a soft song of his. Still with You. Your favorite song of his. Jungkook loves it when you sing. He tried to encourage you to audition back when you guys first started dating but you felt too shy to go through with it. And that’s okay. Jungkook considers it his little secret. A treasure he thinks only he should really admire for himself.
By the time you both finish showering, you hear a knock at the door. In your robe, you walk over and see that room service finally arrives. You take the cart, thanking the worker, and wheel it into where Jungkook sat at the front of the bed. He was picking a movie on the television while you uncovered the food, displaying it like a grand feast.
Jungkook looks over, his eyes and mouth salivating at the sight. You laugh quietly, knowing all too well that ordering twice the amount of food was the right move once Jungkook saw it in front of him.
“Would you like some?” You raise an eyebrow.
Jungkook sheepishly smiles. “You know me so well.”
The both of you decide to share the steak and pasta as expected. A movie plays in the background, long forgotten as you and Jungkook talk casually amongst each other. Majority of the time, Jungkook would bring up things that happened on stage and mistakes you wouldn’t normally catch unless you were right there to see it.
“There was a sign a fan made that asked if you were single. And there was a picture of my face as a meme right next to it!” Jungkook exasperates. You laugh, clutching your stomach at the story.
Their fans knew of you and Jungkook for years now. At first, it was hard. The hate comments easily came up the minute it was announced. It was hard to deal with but you and Jungkook made it through. Slowly but surely, everyone started to accept it and even cheer for it. Some fans would often make jokes with Jungkook, saying they prefer you over him and it would make him happy to see that his fans started accepting his relationship instead of bullying it out of existence.
So as time moves on, fans would make big gestures to Jungkook about you. Whether it’s to date you or simply say ‘you’re hot’, Jungkook wouldn’t mind. He laughs it off, smiles in the moment, and tells you about it like it was one of the best moments of the night.
When the both of you finished eating, you cleaned up and started to settle into bed with jungkook’s arms wrapped around you. He yawns once again, the exhaustion settling deep into his bones. The movie that was once just beginning has now ended and starts playing another.
You lay your head on his chest, listening to the soft pounding of his heart as it slowly descends into a slow beat, signifying his sleep state.
With a kiss to his cheek and a flicker of light still shown from the tv, you drift off, joining your boyfriend for another relaxing night together.
→ Pairing: Namjoon x reader (female)
→ AUs: non-idol, one-shot
-> Genres: couple
→ Warnings(s): pure smut, NSFW, +21, exhibitionism/voyeurism, public sex, against tree, doggy style, dirty talk, fantasizing, in the forest, pool sex, handjob, hardcore sex, fast and hard, rough, in front of strangers, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, spitting, hand job, overwhelming, overstimulation and more.
→ Rating: mature/explicit (this is mature/explicit content, so you have been warned.)
→ Word count: 12.7K
Author Notes:
Author Q is here,
Hello everyone.
It’s all about exhibitionism and voyeurism. If you'd prefer not to read this, please feel free to check out other stories. If you’d like to read it, please be aware of what you’re getting into.
Namjoon is your boyfriend, you and Namjoon and your and his friends decided to go on vacation to Jeju Island for 2 weeks, but you had a fight with Namjoon on the first day of your arrival place and your friends were embarrassed by you two.
You were sitting in a hotel room with your friend, it was 10 pm and almost all of your friends to a party at the club, including Namjoon.
"You and Joon really should make up, you're just spoiling the good mood, it's our first day here." your friend said.
"I know but he started it." You rolled your eyes.
Your friend sighed, "Just go make up with him, we both know you can't stand not talking to him for an entire two weeks."
"I can't believe he has this power over me." You rolled your eyes once more, annoyed that your friend was right.
Your friend laughed, "You know it's because you love him like crazy."
"I do, but his stubbornness is really a pain in the ass." You groaned, reluctantly getting up from the bed.
Your friend looked satisfied that you were finally going to talk things out with Namjoon.
"Now go, before I push you out of that damned door." your friend teased, giving you a light push towards the door.
With a huff, you finally left the hotel room, mentally preparing yourself for the conversation you were about to have with Namjoon.
The club music pulses through the air as you step inside, scanning the crowded space for Namjoon. After a few minutes, you spot him leaning against the bar, nursing a drink while Hoseok animatedly talks next to him. Taking a deep breath, you make your way over.
ge turns, his face unreadable for a moment before his eyes soften just slightly. He sets down his drink.
"Oh hi. Did you finally come to yell at me some more?" His voice is light but there's an underlying tension as he crosses his arms. Hoseok immediately makes an exaggerated exit, mouthing 'good luck' at you as he slips away into the crowd.
You glare at Hoseok as he scurries away, leaving you alone with Namjoon.
"I didn't come here to yell at you, I came here to talk," you say, trying to keep your voice level.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Really? You've been giving me the silent treatment all day, so pardon me if I don't believe you."
You can't help but roll your eyes at his response.
"Oh, please. You weren't exactly being a saint yourself, you know."
Namjoon lets out a scoff. "Me? You're the one who overreacted in the first place over something stupid."
"Overreacting? You're the one who started it!"
You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, but the anger is still bubbling just beneath the surface.
"You completely disregarded my opinion and brushed it off like it was nothing. Is it so hard to respect what I have to say for once?"
Namjoon's jaw tenses as he looks down at his drink, swirling the ice cubes before meeting your eyes again. His voice drops to that careful, measured tone he uses when he's trying not to escalate things.
"You're right. I should've listened better. But you shutting down and giving me the cold shoulder instead of talking to me? That hurt too." He runs a hand through his hair.
You're taken aback by the hint of vulnerability in his voice. It's rare for Namjoon to express his feelings so openly, especially when you're angry.
"I just... I needed some space to cool off. But you have a knack for getting under my skin sometimes, you know that?"
Namjoon lets out a dry chuckle. "Oh, believe me, the feeling is mutual."
A small smirk tugs at your lips despite yourself. "Yeah well... you're lucky I think your dumb face is cute."
Namjoon finally cracks a real smile at that, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders. He reaches out to gently flick your forehead. "And you're lucky I put up with your dramatic ass." The warmth in his eyes makes your heart do that stupid little flip it always does when he looks at you like that.
The bass from the club speakers thrums around you both as he nudges your shoulder. "Wanna get out of here? I know a quiet beach nearby where we can actually hear each other talk."
You can't help but smile back, the anger you felt earlier already starting to fade. You nod in agreement.
"Yeah, that sounds nice."
Namjoon finishes his drink in one gulp and sets down the glass, gesturing for you to follow him. He leads you out of the crowded club and into the cool night air.
The walk to the beach is quiet, but it's a comfortable kind of silence. You walk side by side, your shoulders brushing against each other occasionally.
The beach is deserted, save for a few scattered boats in the distance. The sand feels soft and cool under your feet as you and Namjoon walk along the shoreline. The waves crash gently in the moonlight, creating a soothing soundtrack.
You let out a sigh, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. It feels like a world away from the club and your argument.
Namjoon stops and drops down onto a dry patch of sand, patting the spot next to him. "Come here."
You sit down beside him, the warmth of his body next to yours a comforting contrast to the cool night air. He puts his arm over your shoulder, pulling you a little closer. For a few moments, neither of you speaks. You just watch the waves roll in, lost in your thoughts.
Finally, Namjoon breaks the silence. "I am sorry." His voice is soft.
You lean your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.
"And I'm sorry too," you admit. "I should've talked to you instead of shutting you out."
Namjoon lets out a breath and nuzzles his nose into your hair. "We both messed up, huh?"
You nod slightly. "Yeah... we do seem to get into a lot of arguments for two people who supposedly love each other."
Namjoon snorts at that, but his grip on your shoulder tightens just a little.
"Love doesn't mean everything is going to be perfect and easy. We're gonna argue, we're gonna piss each other off. But we also know when to apologize and when to make up." He rubs his thumb over your shoulder absentmindedly. "I just don't like it when you give me the silent treatment."
You lift your head to look at him, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "And I don't like when you dismiss my opinions like they're unimportant. We both have things to work on."
He rolls his eyes, but there's a fond smile on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, we're both stubborn jerks. We're a match made in heaven."
A laugh bubbles out of you, the tension finally completely fading.
"Heaven? More like hell. We probably drive each other insane most of the time."
Namjoon laughs too, the sound deep and rich in his chest beneath your ear. "But you wouldn't have it any other way."
You can't deny it. Even with all the petty arguments and stubborn disagreements, there's a reason you've stuck together for this long.
"No, I wouldn't," you admit.
Namjoon presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. "Good. Let's go to our room. It's been a long day, and I want to rest."
You nod in agreement, standing up and brushing the sand off your clothes. Namjoon takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. You start to head back to the hotel, the cool breeze pleasant against your skin.
As you walk, you can't help but feel a warm affection for the man next to you. He might drive you crazy sometimes, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
When you arrive back at the hotel, the lobby is mostly empty. The elevator ride up is silent, but it's a comfortable kind of silence this time. Namjoon's thumb brushes lightly against the back of your hand, a small gesture of affection.
As soon as you enter your room, Namjoon kicks off his shoes and practically collapses onto one of the beds. He groans and stretches his arms out, his shirt riding up to reveal a strip of toned skin.
Namjoon lets out a deep exhale, eyes already half-closed as he pats the space next to him without looking. "Come here angel," he mumbles, voice rough with exhaustion.
You can't help but laugh at his needy tone. But you oblige, slipping out of your shoes and climbing onto the bed next to him. Namjoon immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. He buries his face in your hair, his body warm and solid against yours.
You snuggle into his embrace, feeling your body relax against him. All the stress and tension from the day seem to melt away in his arms. Namjoon's hand rubs soothing circles on your back, his fingers tracing invisible patterns against your skin.
You close your eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a sense of peace.
Namjoon's voice is a low rumble against your ear. "I love you, you know."
Your heart skips a beat at his words, even though you've heard them countless times before.
"I love you too," you reply, your face still buried in the crook of his neck. "Even when you're a pain in the ass."
Namjoon laughs softly, squeezing you tighter.
He pinches your side playfully at that. "Look who's talking, Miss 'I-give-the-silent-treatment-for-fun'." His words are teasing but the hand stroking your hair is achingly gentle.
You can feel him press a sleepy kiss to your temple as he settles deeper into the pillows. "Now sleep. We're making up for lost time tomorrow - breakfast on the balcony, then that hiking trail Hoseok and Jimin won't stop raving about." His voice is already slurring with exhaustion.
The last thing you register before drifting off is the way his fingers instinctively tighten around your wrist - like even in sleep, he's making sure you won't go far.
The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting warm golden stripes across the tangled sheets. Namjoon stirs first, blinking sleepily at the unfamiliar ceiling before his gaze lands on you still curled against his chest. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face as he carefully extracts his arm from beneath you, trying not to wake you.
But the moment his warmth leaves your side, your brow furrows in protest. With a sleepy grumble, you blindly reach out and grab a fistful of his shirt, dragging him back down with surprising strength for someone half-asleep.
Namjoon chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest as he lets himself be pulled back into the cocoon of blankets. "Guess we're sleeping in then," he murmurs, tucking your head under his chin with a contented sigh. Outside, the sound of waves crashing and distant seagulls creates the perfect lazy morning soundtrack.
You let out a content huff as you settle back into his arms, your head resting over his heart. You can feel it thumping steadily underneath you, a soothing rhythm that almost lulls you back to sleep.
Namjoon starts to run his hand through your hair, his touch gentle and almost absent-minded as he absently plays with the strands.
He breaks the comfortable silence, his voice soft and gravelly with sleep. "...We should probably get up before the others start banging on our door demanding brunch." But he makes no actual move to get up, perfectly content to stay tangled in the sheets with you.
You nuzzle deeper into his chest with a sleepy whine, tightening your grip on his shirt. "Five more minutes," you mumble against his skin, your voice thick with sleep.
Namjoon lets out that deep, rumbling laugh of his, the one that vibrates pleasantly against your cheek.
The sunlight shifts across the bed, warming your legs tangled with his. Neither of you moves. Outside, the faint sound of laughter floats up from the pool below—probably Jin and Jungkook already causing chaos. But here, in this quiet little nest, time feels deliciously suspended.
Namjoon's fingers trace idle patterns along your spine. "...This is nice," he murmurs, almost to himself. You hum in agreement, already drifting again to the rhythm of his heartbeat. The vacation can wait. Right now, this is exactly where you both want to be.
You're drifting off again when Namjoon's voice cuts through the drowsy haze.
"Hey."
His fingers under your chin tilt your face up, and you crack open your eyes, blinking against the morning light. And then your brain catches up—because god, he looks unfairly good. Tousled hair, warm eyes, sleepy smile. He brushes a thumb along your jawline, his touch sending a flutter through your stomach.
"As much as I am loving the koala impression right now," he teases, "We might need to actually get out of bed at some point."
You grumble again, wrapping yourself even more tightly around him. "But... warm."
Namjoon snorts, patting your ass indulgently. "Yeah, that's true. But I think the others are getting impatient."
Your protest turns into a reluctant sigh as his words sink in. You know he's right. The thought of getting up seems about as appealing as jumping into a lake during winter.
Namjoon gently disentangles himself from your grip, rolling out of bed. He stretches, the muscles in his back flexing under the white T-shirt he slept in. You don't bother hiding your appreciative stare.
Namjoon catches you staring and smirks, stretching a little more dramatically just to watch your eyes follow the movement. "Like what you see?" he teases, running a hand through his messy bedhead.
You throw a pillow at him with a sleepy laugh. "Stop showing off and help me get up, you conceited ass."
He dodges the pillow easily and grabs your ankles, yanking you toward the edge of the bed with a yelp from you. Before you can retaliate, he swoops down to press a quick, laughing kiss to your lips. "There. Now we're both up. Happy?"
You feign annoyance but the effect is ruined by the broad grin that spreads across your face as you push yourself upright. "You're a pain."
You're just about to swing your legs off the bed and then he wraps your legs around his waist.
Without warning, Namjoon scoops you up off the bed, hoisting you into his arms effortlessly. You let out an undignified squawk, clinging to his neck.
"Jesus, a little warning next time," you gasp, even though a thrill runs through you at how easily he handles you.
He laughs, shifting you into a more comfortable position against his chest. "But where's the fun in that?" He starts walking toward the bathroom, carrying you like you weigh nothing.
"Besides," he continues, "I like the noises you make when I catch you off guard." He punctuates the statement by giving your ass a playful spank.
He sets you down on the edge of the bathroom counter, standing between your legs and tilting your chin up to look at him.
Namjoon's expression softens as his thumbs brush along your cheekbones, his voice dropping to that quiet, intimate tone that still makes your pulse stutter after all this time. "You look beautiful in the morning light." He leans in, pausing just inches from your lips - close enough that you can feel his breath mingle with yours. "Even with the drool mark on your cheek."
You swat at his chest, but he catches your wrist mid-air, pressing a laughing kiss to your palm before finally, finally closing the distance.
"Just one kiss.." he whispered. "After that, we'll clean up and have breakfast."
His lips barely brush against yours, light as a feather, and you almost whimper at the teasing. You reach up to grip the front of his shirt, trying to pull him closer, but he leans just out of reach with a knowing grin.
"Ah-ah." He grabs hold of your wrists, pressing them down against the counter.
Your breath catches as Namjoon pins you in place, the muscles in his arms flexing under the thin material of his T-shirt. His eyes roam your face, his gaze lingering on your wide eyes and parted lips.
He leans forward, bringing his mouth close to your ear, his voice a low murmur that makes a shiver run down your spine. "If I start kissing you properly now, we won't be leaving this bathroom any time soon."
You're torn between wanting to smack him and wanting to melt right then and there. "Maybe I don't care," you manage to retort, proud that your voice doesn't waver.
Namjoon's grip tightens slightly, almost possessive, and it sends another jolt through you. His eyes darken as a smug smile curves his lips. "And as much as I'd love to take you right here against this counter..." He gives your thigh a light squeeze, making you shiver involuntarily. "...Not now."
A huff escapes you at the teasing, but there's no hiding the way your body reacts to his touch. He knows he has this power over you and he uses it shamelessly.
"Fuck you." you grumble, but there's no real heat in your tone. Namjoon chuckles, finally releasing your wrists to step back. He pats your thigh lightly. "Oh, I will."
time skip.
You and Namjoon finally make it to the hiking trail Hobi and Jimin have been raving about, and you have to admit, the view is stunning. Verdant mountains frame an endless blue sky as far as the eye can see, and even though it's a bit humid, the breeze feels refreshing against your skin.
Namjoon lets out a low whistle. "Okay, I'm starting to see why they couldn't shut up about this place. It's incredible."
"Yeah, it really is." You take a moment to just soak in the beauty of the landscape before digging your phone out of your backpack. "I should probably send Hobi and Jimin a picture. They'll never believe we actually made it out of bed."
Namjoon laughs and slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a quick selfie. You take a few shots, trying to capture the breathtaking view behind you.
You send off the pictures with a quick caption to the group chat before putting your phone away and turning your attention back to Namjoon. He's gazing out at the horizon with a thoughtful expression on his face, one arm still slung around your shoulders. You nudge him with an elbow.
"What are you thinking about?" you ask, taking in his contemplative expression.
Namjoon exhales slowly, his grip on your shoulder tightening just a fraction. "How I almost ruined this entire trip over something stupid." His eyes flicker with uncharacteristic vulnerability before he looks back at the view. "I don’t want to waste another second of it arguing with you."
He turns to face you fully, the mountain breeze ruffling his hair. "From now on, let’s just... enjoy it. Together." There’s a quiet intensity in his gaze that makes your breath catch, the same look he gets when he’s composing something important.
Your heart clenches in your chest at the rawness in his voice. You know how hard it is for him to open up, even to you. You step closer, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair in what you hope is a soothing gesture.
"Hey," you say softly, "we've had stupid fights before and we've always made up. This one was just a little longer than usual, that's all."
Namjoon covers your hand with his, leaning into your touch like a cat seeking warmth.
"Yeah, but... I don't know. It just felt different this time." He lets out a humorless laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I guess it made me realize how much I hate fighting with you. And how much I hate going to bed knowing you're pissed at me."
The earnestness in his voice hits you hard, and you can't help but wrap your arms around his waist in a tight hug. He buries his face in your neck, his breath warm on your skin.
"I hate it too," you confess quietly. "I hate not being able to just talk things out like we usually do. It's like... a part of me is missing when we're mad at each other."
Namjoon's arms tighten around you in response, his embrace practically squeezing the air from your lungs. "Me too. It's like this weird emptiness that's... it sucks."
He pulls back just enough to place a soft kiss to your forehead. "Promise me we won't let it happen again. No more dumb arguments without talking it out. No more silent treatments."
You nod fervently, looking up at him with a determined expression. "Promise. No more stupid fights. No more ignoring each other."
Namjoon's expression softens when he sees how serious you are, his gaze searching your features as if he's making sure you mean it. Finally, he leans in and brushes a tender kiss along your jawline before murmuring against your skin.
"Good. I hate it when you give me the silent treatment anyway. Drives me crazy."
You can't help the small grin that spreads across your face at his admission. "Oh, yeah? Does it drive you crazy?"
You reach up to run a hand over his chest, fingers toying with the collar of his shirt in a way you know is more taunting than comforting. Namjoon’s eyes darken ever so slightly, but he doesn’t miss a beat.
"It does,” he says evenly, hands sliding down to grip your waist. “Makes me want to find ways to get your attention back on me."
You try to keep a straight face, but a shiver runs down your spine at his words. Before you can reply, he grips your waist tighter and pulls you closer, his body suddenly flush against yours.
He lowers his voice to a murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. "And when you're all quiet and sulky..." His hands slide under your shirt, fingers tracing light patterns against your bare skin. "God, you look so hot when you're mad."
Your brain practically short-circuits at the sudden contact, the feeling of his hands on your bare skin sending goosebumps across your flesh. You try to scoff, but the breathy sound that comes out only serves to make Namjoon smirk smugly.
"Can we keep walking?" you murmur, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your gut. Namjoon leans down, his lips grazing against the shell of your ear.
Namjoon's grip on your waist tightens, his lips dancing over the skin just below your ear as he lets out a low, smug chuckle.
"Trying to get away, angel?" His fingers lightly skim the waistband of your pants, dipping just below it to brush against the bare skin above your ass.
The sensation makes your knees weak, and you barely bite back a gasp. You're fully aware of how affected you're becoming, but Namjoon is clearly enjoying himself too much to back down.
You try to keep your voice steady as you speak, but your words come out as a breathy whisper. "We're in public, Joon."
Namjoon's hands slide completely under your shirt, his palms flattening against your stomach as he nuzzles his face into your shoulder. His breath is hot against your neck.
"We're in the middle of the mountains, no one's around." His hands slide higher, grazing your ribs. You swear you feel his lips curling into a smirk against your skin.
But despite the heat flaring in your gut, you try to keep a grip on rational thinking. "Someone could see us."
Namjoon seems unconcerned, his hands still exploring under your shirt, his fingers teasing the underside of your bra. His voice is a deep rumble in your ear. "Then let them see." He brushes your skin with the barest graze of his knuckles, sending electricity pulsing through your core. "Fuck, this sports shorts..."
You swallow hard, trying to get a handle on your breathing as Namjoon toys with the waistband of your shorts. It's getting increasingly difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. You grab his wrists in a futile attempt to stop his hands from wandering. "I don't want anyone to see us."
Namjoon huffs, clearly amused by your feeble attempts to stop him. He nuzzles his face into your neck once more, his lips grazing your sensitive skin. "So you want me to stop?" His hands still, lingering just above your waistband.
His voice is low and taunting, but you know Namjoon well enough to know he's testing your resolve.
Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, torn between the thrill of the danger of getting caught and the desire coursing through your veins. But you manage to force out a reply. "Yes. We’re in public." You turn your head slightly to glare at him.
Namjoon's hands slide back up to your sides, fingers grazing your ribs through your shirt. He sighs disappointedly but there's a hint of a smirk on his face. "Fine, if you say so."
You try to regain some semblance of composure, straightening your shirt where it's rumpled from Namjoon's wandering hands. You ignore the throbbing ache between your legs, willing it to go away. "We should keep going." You can't quite keep the huskiness out of your voice.
Namjoon's grin widens, clearly pleased with the effect he has on you. But he obediently steps back, the glint in his eyes showing he's far from finished with you.
"Lead the way, angel.”
You can feel his gaze burning into your back as you start walking again, the air thick with palpable tension. You keep your eyes straight ahead, determined not to let him see how flustered you are. And yet, you can’t help the way your steps falter occasionally, your mind buzzing with memories of Namjoon's hands on your stomach, your waist, your chest.
The silence between you is charged, the sound of your feet against the gravel the only thing cutting through the tension.
The walk seems to stretch on for ages, each step a painful reminder of the desire coursing through your veins. But you refuse to look back at Namjoon, knowing that one look in his eyes would be enough to shatter your resolve.
After what feels like an eternity, Namjoon finally breaks the silence, his voice cutting through the air like a gunshot.
"You alright back there, sweetheart?" His tone is casual, almost innocent, as if he hadn't just reduced you to a mess a few minutes ago. You try to keep your reply nonchalant, even though your heart is beating out of your chest.
"I’m fine, why do you ask?" You don't dare look back at him but you can feel the heat of his gaze boring into your back.
Namjoon lets out a low, knowing chuckle, but he keeps his voice light. "Just checking. You've been pretty quiet."
You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, and it takes every ounce of your willpower not to snap back and tell him exactly what he’s doing to you. Instead, you force out a scoff. "Can't a person enjoy the scenery in peace?"
Namjoon's footsteps quicken, closing the distance between you. "Oh, you're enjoying the scenery, huh?" His tone is low and amused. The smug bastard seems to be having way too much fun with this.
You can feel his presence right behind you, the heat radiating from his body making you shiver.
"Yeah, the mountains are beautiful." You manage to get the words out without your voice cracking, though it's a wonder considering how dry your throat suddenly is.
Namjoon's hand brushes against the small of your back, the touch almost scorching even through the fabric of your shirt. You inhale sharply, his proximity making it impossible to think straight.
His voice is barely above a whisper, right by your ear. "They are, but I think I prefer something else right now."
His other hand finds its way to your hip, pulling you back against his chest. His breath is warm against your neck. "You say we're in public... but I remember you said you wanted to try exhibitionism."
Your brain stutters for a second, struggling to process his words past the fog of desire clouding your thoughts. You remember that conversation, but you never expected Namjoon of all people to bring it up.
His grip on your waist tightens, fingers digging into your skin. His chest is pressed against your back, and you can feel his rapid heartbeat matched with your own.
His next words are more than a little smug. "You're thinking about it, right? Admit it."
You swallow hard, torn between the urge to give in to the fire burning in your core and the knowledge that anyone could see you right now.
"...Maybe." You reply grudgingly, your voice coming out breathy betraying your efforts to keep a level tone.
Namjoon's hands slide under your shirt again, hot against your skin. His mouth brushes the shell of your ear. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His hands slide higher, thumbs grazing the underside of your bra. "Being out here, out in the open. Anyone could see us." His hips grind against your ass and you can feel his growing hardness pressing into you. "Anyone could see how affected you are."
You can't stop the moan that escapes your lips at the sensation, hips bucking helplessly back against his.
The feeling of him, hard against your ass makes your legs weak, and you stumble forward a little. Namjoon's hand on your waist steadies you, his grip firm.
His nose brushes the sensitive skin of your neck, a quiet laugh against your ear. "I was right, huh?" He sounds far too self-s satisfied, knowing exactly what he’s doing to you.
His hands slide higher, palming your breasts through your bra. "Tell me angel."
Your mind is swimming, the feel of Namjoon's hands on your nipple making you squirm. But you manage to bite back another moan.
"Maybe." You repeat, your voice cracking at the end.
Namjoon's hands leave your breasts, sliding back down to your waist. His hands feel almost possessive gripped on your hips.
"No, no, no." He tsks, his hands tightening the grip. "I think we should try being more honest with each other, don’t you agree?" His thumbs dig into your hip bones. "Be honest with me."
Your mind is too overwhelmed to come up with a sassy reply. So, instead you nod, trying to find the will to speak without moaning.
"Yes." You manage to choke out.
Namjoon's hands trail over your stomach, his touch lighting up every nerve in your body.
"Good girl." His voice is a low purr in your ear, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "Now tell me... what are you thinking about right now?" He gives your shorts a tug, pushing them lower on your hips.
The feeling of the fabric sliding over your skin sends a shiver through you, the night air suddenly feeling cool against your overheated skin. You let out an involuntary gasp, feeling the goosebumps rise all over your body. Your brain struggles to form a coherent thought.
"I'm... I'm thinking..." You struggle to speak, feeling your shorts being pushed halfway down your thighs.
Namjoon's hands slide back over the bare skin of your ass, squeezing possessively. His voice is a low murmur against your neck.
"I am listening angel." he murmured.
You can barely form a sentence without moaning, your brain hazy with want.
"I'm thinking that... that someone... could see us." You manage to gasp out. Namjoon's hands still on your hips, his fingers twitching against your skin. "And fuck.. that makes me so wet.."
You can almost feel the smug smirk against your neck.
"Good, we’re being honest with each other." His hands slide lower, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties. "Keep talking."
You have to concentrate to keep your knees from buckling, your legs shaking as Namjoon's hands pull your soaked underwear down your thighs.
"I'm... I'm thinking that.. " you whispered.
Namjoon's fingers trail teasingly up the inner part of your thigh, his words almost a taunt against your ear.
"Use that dirty mouth of yours, baby."
You can't stop the soft whine at his fingers barely grazing over your clit. Your hips try to grind down on his fingers for some relief, but his other hand grips your hip, holding you still. "Fuck..” you breathe out helplessly.
You can feel Namjoon's smile against your neck. "You're dripping." He murmards, fingers brushing against your folds. "Just look at you. Such a mess already.." His fingers slide through your folds with ease, teasing your opening.
His voice lowers into a growl, low enough not to carry. "Tell me baby, you like this right? out here in the open, where anyone could see us, where you're so exposed... so free."
Your legs feel weak, your whole body trembling as Namjoon's fingers toy with your slit. You clench your eyes shut, focusing on the sensations.
"God... Yes." You whine, your voice already breaking. "I liked it."
Namjoon's fingers withdraw from your soaked folds, and you can hear the sound of his zipper being undone. "Turn around."
You obey immediately, turning around to face him. Your eyes rake over his face, taking in his flushed cheeks and the way his jaw clenches. His eyes dart behind you for a split second, looking at something behind you.
His hands grip your thigh, the roughness of his palms sending shivers up to your core. "Bend over."
It's an order, and you obey eagerly, leaning forward to grip your hands against the rough bark of the tree in front of you. Your legs feel like mush almost immediately, but you manage to stay put.
Namjoon stands behind you, his hand running up your leg. “Spread them more.” His voice is dark and commanding. Your legs move, spreading further apart.
You hear the sound of Namjoon spitting, and a moment later, the head of his cock prods against your leaking slit. You let out a gasp, feeling him press against your entrance, just barely spreading you.
"You're so wet." Namjoon lets out a low groan.
You whine at that, unable to deny his words, but before you can reply, he pushes inside of you with a powerful thrust. Your moan echoes through the night air, the sudden stretch of your walls around him making your hands grip the bark of the tree tightly.
The feel of him inside of you is overwhelming, and you try to muffle your mewls in your sleeve, your legs almost giving out. You feel his fingers dig into the skin of your thigh, keeping you upright.
He starts a steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and hard. He leans forward, covering your body with his, his chest pressing against your back. He growls near your ear, voice low and rough. "You'd let me do anything. I could bend- Oh fuck, someone is coming."
Your body freezes, dread sinking like a stone in your stomach. You manage to peek over your shoulder, not able to see anything from this angle. Someone is nearby. Your heart hammers against your ribcage, your whole body tense.
But Namjoon holds you in place, not slowing his pace for a second.
His hands grip your waist, keeping you pressed against the tree as he continues to piston his hip, not giving you a chance to adjust to the new angle. "They're coming closer."
You can hear the steady crunch of footsteps on the gravel trail, moving closer to you guys. You try to pull away, but Namjoon holds you firmly. "Shhhh."
His hand clamps over your mouth, effectively muffling your moans as you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You can't make out the conversation, but you can hear the deep timbre of a male voice and a soft laugh.
Namjoon doesn't slow down for a second, his pace unrelenting as the voices get louder.
The voices draw closer, and you can make out the words of the men's conversation now. It's two guys, seemingly lost and trying to find their way to the parking lot. They're only a few meters away, on the other side of the tree you're pressed against. They turned the corner now, and they see you.
Your body goes taut as you watch the two guys notice the two of you, their conversation faltering and then stopping entirely. They stand there, frozen in surprise. Your body shudders helplessly, the adrenaline coursing through your body.
Namjoon doesn't stop his movements, not even now that the men are standing just a few feet away from you.
Their eyes go wide, and you can see one of them nudge the other, whispering something. Their gazes are firmly locked on you and Namjoon.
Namjoon he leans over you, voice rough in your ear. "Look at their eyes."
You take a peek over your shoulder in their direction, and sure enough, the two guys' eyes are locked on you. You can see their Adam's apple bob as they swallow.
One of them opens his mouth, as if to speak, but whatever words he was going to say seem to get lodged in his throat.
"They want you baby. They want to be me." Namjoon murmured, his pace still consistent as the men gawk at you.
You can see one of them move awkwardly, as if trying to adjust his pants. You bite down on your lip, the heat in your stomach growing as their gaze roams over your body.
"Yeah, that one there. He can't take his eyes off you." Namjoon huffs a laugh, sounding almost amused.
One of them is definitely still staring at you, his eyes locked on your legs.The other one has now noticed, too, staring at the two of you with open interest. It's one thing thinking someone could stumble upon you, but the fact that they're watching you?
Namjoon lets out a low, possessive growl in your ear. "They're staring at you angel." He bites down on your neck playfully, and you barely suppress a gasp.
The two men continue staring, mouths open as they take in the scene in front of them. One of them whispers something to the other. You can't make out the words, but you can tell they're both enthralled by the show.
Namjoon's hands grip your hips tighter, possessively. "They're not even trying to look away. What do you think they're thinking right now, sweetheart?"
You can practically feel their gazes burning into your back.
Your heart is hammering in your chest, the mixed emotions inside of you almost overwhelming.
"God... They're still watching." You choke out, your voice hoarse.
Namjoon's fingers dig into your skin possessively. "Yeah, they are. Because that's all they can do—watch." He punctuates each word with another deep thrust.
One of the men lowers his hand to his pants, trying to adjust the bulge in them.
You swallow hard, watching as the man's hand lingers for a second longer than necessary. He looks away when he realizes you're watching.
Namjoon's voice is smug against your ear. "He's hard, just for you."
Sure enough, the other man's hand has drifted down to his pants now, trying to do the same as his friend.
Your body is taut as a bowstring, the situation both mortifying and exhilarating. "Are they.. are they touching themselves?" You manage to whisper.
Namjoon's hands tighten on you. "Yeah, they do." The roughness in his voice tells you all you need to know about how he feels.
The two guys are still standing there, unmoving. The first one drops his hand down again, palming himself through his pants again.
Namjoon lets out a low growl, the possessiveness in his tone all the more apparent now.
"They want you more than anything right now, don't they?" He pulls you back, making you take more of him.
You nod desperately, words eluding you. The men seem to be transfixed, their eyes glued to your body. The first one gives up, his hand rubbing his bulge shamelessly now.
Namjoon lets out a low laugh, the smug satisfaction evident in his voice. "They can't help themselves." He thrusts into you harder, the roughness of his voice betraying his control slipping.
Your eyes are still locked with the second guy, his hand now mimicking his friend. His eyes are dark, and you swear you can see his tongue dart out to lick his lips. You let out a strangled gasp. "Oh god, they're... Oh god."
Namjoon lets out another growt, hands gripping at your waist possessively. "Yeah, look at them. You drive them crazy, angel. I bet they'd do anything to be in my place right now." His voice is rough but reverent.
The second guy is practically undoing his pants now, his hand visibly squeezing his bulge. You can feel yourself dripping around Namjoon's cock, the thought of them watching you making you clamp down around him.
You're starting to lose control of your body, hips bucking involuntarily against Namjoon's. You're on the edge of coming.
A low, guttural sound rumbles from Namjoon's chest. His hands hold you in place, almost possessively. "They want you so badly. They'd give anything to touch you, to be inside you."
You can't stop your head from rolling back on his shoulder, your hand moving to grip his thigh. "Oh god... They look... So good."
The man's other hand is squeezing the base of his cock now, the veins on his forearm standing out. His eyes dart back up to yours, and the sight of him sends a shiver up your spine. His chest heaves as if he's panting. He stares at you for a few seconds before looking away again.
Namjoon's voice drops to a deep growl in your ear. "They're desperate, angel. Desperate." He punctuates the last word with a hard thrust. "They're aching for you."
You moan aloud, no longer caring if they hear you. The man's breaths are getting heavier, his hand moving faster. "Oh god." You breathe out, struggling to stay upright.
Namjoon's hands grip your hips tightly, possessively. "Yeah, they're desperate for you. All they can do is watch you get filled over and over again, getting what they'll never have." His voice is rough, possessive. "Because you're mine."
Those words send a shiver down your spine, making you clench around his cock even tighter. The guy's hand jerks faster, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"Oh god, Namjoon... " you manage to gasp out. You can feel his grip on your hips tighten to almost painful levels at your words.
Namjoon's pace is relentless, his grip on your hips unyielding. "Yeah, angel?" He pants out, voice low and rough. "You close?"
You nod desperately, your hips bucking against him. The tension in your stomach is almost unbearable. "God, yes. I'm close." You manage to get out.
The guy lets out a strangled noise, his hips twitching with each stroke. His eyes are locked on you, almost glazed over.
You can feel Namjoon's grip on you tighten possessively. "Yeah? You gonna come for me, baby?" He whispers in your ear, voice rough and uneven. He leans forward slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts.
Your eyes flutter closed, your fingers clawing at the tree trunk in front of you. "Oh god, yes. I'm gonna come." You manage to gasp out in a whimper.
The guy is now letting out breathy moans, his hand working faster and faster. His eyes are locked on your face, almost pleading.
Namjoon's grip on your waist is almost bruising as he increases his pace, his thrusts growing more erratic. "Yeah, come for me, angel. Let them hear you." His voice is raspy, rough with desire.
Your head rolls back on his shoulder, your neck exposed and bared to him. "Oh gods, I'm coming." You moan out, your voice echoing through the night air.
The guy's hands move away from his cock, clenching into fists at his sides. He lets out a low, strangled sound, looking close to tears. His eyes are still locked on you, watching.
Namjoon lets out a deep groan at your words, his hands holding you in place. "Oh, God, you're so good to me." He pants out, voice rough and uneven. "That's it, come for me."
Your body is wound up so tight, and the sight of the man's desperation sends you over the edge. You come with a gasp, legs shaking wildly as the orgasm washes over you. It takes all of Namjoon's strength to keep you upright, his hands gripping your hips.
Your knees almost give out, your body going limp against Namjoon's chest. His hands hold you up, his grip on your hips a little painful.
"Good girl." He murmurs, his mouth against your ear.
You're still trying to catch your breath, your body wrung out and boneless. You can feel Namjoon's rapid heartbeat against your back, his body trembling ever so slightly.
You slowly turn your head, making eye contact with the second guy. He looks wrecked, his breathing heavy and raspy.
His eyes are still locked on you, his gaze dark and intense. But he doesn't move, his body taunt like a bowstring.
You hear Namjoon chuckle darkly behind you."Your fantasy comes to life angel."
Your mind is a mess, still reeling from your orgasm. You struggle to form coherent thoughts, your face heating up under the guys gaze.
"Oh god." You murmur, burying your face in Namjoon's neck. He lets out a low laugh against your ear, his grip on your hips tightening possessively.
"They left. Look at me angel. " Namjoon murmurs, pressing a soft kiss top of your head.
You lift your head up, still feeling a little dizzy. Your neck is still slightly sore from Namjoon's grip.
You look around, and sure enough the two guys are nowhere to be found.
Namjoon leans forward, his chin resting on your shoulder. "So how was that, sweetheart?" He asks, voice nonchalant.
You're still trying to process what happened, trying to control your breathing.
"Surreal." You manage to say, your mind conjuring up the image of the two men watching you. "That was... insane."
Namjoon lets out a low chuckle, his breath hot against your neck. "Surreal huh? Did you enjoy it?"
His hands slide up your waist, his fingers tracing patterns over your shirt.
"I did.. You?" you murmured
He presses a lingering kiss to the sensitive skin just below your ear. "You want the honest answer angel?" He murmurs against your neck.
You shiver at the sensation, goosebumps running down your spine. "Yeah." You murmur, still trying to regain control over your breathing.
His hands continue to roam over your body, seemingly unable to keep them to himself. "Then, I loved it." He murmured, voice smug. "I loved the way they were looking at you, how desperate they were. But most of all..."
You can't help but shiver as his hands grip your hips possessively again. "Yeah?" You whisper, your mind still reeling from everything that just happened. "Most of all?"
Namjoon's mouth brushes against the shell of your ear, his voice low and rough. "I loved the fact that they'll never have what I have.." His hands give your hips a squeeze. "You."
time skip.
You're lounging on loby, mindlessly scrolling through your phone with your friend. Namjoon is out with his friends.
"Hey." Your friend Minsoo says suddenly, catching your attention. "Is it just me or have Namjoon's friends always been lowkey hot? Like Jimin.. Fuck I wish he fuck me."
You nearly choke on your ice cold water, your phone dropping to your lap. "What?" You sputter out, trying to process her words. She's not wrong. "Jimin? Since when?" you laughed.
Minsoo rolls her eyes, a smirk playing at her lips.
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed." She crosses her legs, leaning back against the couch cushions. "I've always had a thing for him. Ever since I first met him. He's just so… Ugh." She lets out a sigh, fanning herself dramatically. "He's so hot."
You raise an eyebrow, a grin spreading across your face. "I didn't know you had a crush on him."
Minsoo rolls her eyes again, shaking her head.
"Don't get that smug look on your face." She huffs. "I've had a thing for him since you introduced us."
Your smirk widens. "Well, well, well look at that."
Minsoo playfully swats at your shoulder. "Shut up." She huffs, a hint of pink spreading across her cheeks. "It's not a big deal."
You can't help but chuckled, shaking your head. "It is a big deal if you've had a crush on him forever and never said anything."
Minsoo rolls her eyes again, a defensive edge to her voice. "What's the point of saying anything? He's your boyfriend's friend. You know how weird friendships can get when feelings are involved."
You shrug, feigning nonchalance. "Not really. My and Namjoon's friendship didn't change at al—"
She interrupts you. "No offense, but you two were practically made for each other."
You can’t argue with that. It's a fact. But still, you can't help but poke at Jill just a little bit more.
"But Jimin could still be interested in you." You can't help but tease.
Minsoo scoffs, shaking her head. "I seriously doubt it. Have you seen the guy? He's gorgeous. He could have any girl he wants."
You laugh at Minsoo's self-deprecating comment, shaking your head. "He is gorgeous. But I think you're underestimating yourself."
She looks at you skeptically. "Oh really?" Sarcasm laces her voice.
You nod, leaning back against the couch. "I'm being serious. You're pretty, smart, funny, and you're successful. He'd be stupid not to be interested in you."
Minsoo huffs, trying to downplay it. "It's easy for you to say, your boyfriend is literally a god among men."
You can't help but smile at the compliment. But you also can't resist the opportunity to needle your friend a little more. "You have a point. But Jimin could still be into you, ya know?"
Minsoo rolls her eyes again, but a small smile plays at the edge of her lips. "Let a girl dream, okay?"
You laugh, shaking your head at Jill's stubbornness.
"You're missing my point, Minsoo. It's not just about looks or successes. It's about what you can offer." You say softly.
"You're smart, witty, funny. You have a heart of gold. Those are things he can't just find anywhere."
Your friend lets out a sigh, her defenses seeming to lower slightly. "But what if I'm not his type?"
You can't help but roll your eyes at Jill's insecurities. "Minsoo, who cares about types? Types are stupid."
She looks at you skeptically. "You're only saying that because Namjoon is basically your ideal type."
You shrug, a small smile playing at your lips. "True. But I didn't fall for him because he fit my type. I fell for him because he's him."
Jill sigh, still unconvinced. "God, you're such a sap."
You throw a pillow at her, laughing. "And you're such a cynic."
She dodges the pillow easily, sticking out her tongue at you. "I'm just realistic."
You let out an exaggerated huff, crossing your arms. "Realistic my ass. oh perfect fucking timing. They're coming, I can hear them."
Minsoo's expression changes instantly, her eyes widening and her body going tense. She smoothens out her clothes, running a hand through her hair.
"Oh god, I look like a mess." She mutters, trying to fix her disheveled appearance.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "You always say that." You murmur.
Minsoo shoots you a panicked glare. "This time I actually do." She says frantically.
The sound of Namjoon’s deep voice echoing through the foyer suddenly fills the space. Minsoo instantly straightens up, trying to look composed.
You can hear the rest of the guys laughing and chattering but Namjoon's voice stands out the most, your heart skipping a beat as usual. Minsoo is practically vibrating next to you.
"I look fine right? I don't look like I just rolled out of bed or anything right?" She asks, still attempting to fix her hair.
You roll your eyes, shaking your head. "You look fine. You're overthinking."
Minsoo doesn't seem convinced, still messing with her hair. "I should've worn something fancier. I look so basic."
You roll your eyes again. "You look great. Stop being ridiculous."
Namjoon and Jimin walk into the lobby. Minsoo immediately goes stiff, her cheeks turning a bright red as Jimin’s eyes land on her.
"Hello beautiful ladies." Namjoon murmured and smiled.
Minsoo is practically malfunctioning next to you, her eyes locked on Jimin. "Hi." She croaked out. You have to resist the urge to facepalm.
You exchange a glance with Namjoon, trying to hide your smirk. He raises his eyebrow slightly, clearly finding the situation amusing.
"I am so sorry Jill. It’s okay if we leave you alone with Jimin, right? We need to go back to the room with Y/N." Namjoon smiled.
Minsoo's eyes flickered away from Jimin to Namjoon, her face red.
"Y-yeah, it’s fine." She stutters out, still avoiding eye contact with Jimin. You exchange another glance with Namjoon, this time unable to hold back your smirk. He gives you a subtle nod, clearly enjoying the situation.
Namjoon wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side.
"Great. I'm going to borrow her, then." He murmured.
Jimin's eyes flicker to Namjoon's hand on your waist, a flicker of something unrecognizable crossing his face for just a split second. He quickly schooled his expression, turning back to Minsoo.
Minsoo manages to drag her gaze back to Jimin, her cheeks still flushed. She tries to summon a casual tone but fails miserably.
"S-sure, go ahead." She manages to squeak out.
Namjoon nods, then steers you away from the couches, hand still possessively on your waist.
As you walk away, you can feel Jimin's eyes on your back, and you can practically feel the tension between him and Minsoo from the distance.
Namjoon guides you down the long corridor, his grip relaxed but still possessively on your waist. He glances at your face, a smug smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"Lets go baby." he murmured.
You try to act nonchalant, but you can't help the way your heart races as Namjoon’s hand rests possessively on your waist, the weight of it both comforting and exhilarating. You shoot him a sidelong glance, trying to appear unaffected.
"Going somewhere?" you ask casually, though the effect is ruined by the breathiness of your voice.
Namjoon doesn’t miss the hitch in your voice, his smirk growing wider.
"Just taking you private pool." His hand slides lower, possessively grabbing your hip, pulling you a little closer.
Your heart skips a beat in your chest, the possessiveness in his grip making your knees feel weak. You clear your throat, trying to hide the effect his touch has on you.
"Private pool, huh?" You murmur, feigning disinterest.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow, the smug smirk still on his face. He stops in front of a door, turning to face you. His hand on your hip tugs you even closer, leaving barely any space between your bodies. "I hope you're wearing your bikini."
Your heart is pounding now, his proximity making it hard to think straight. You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence as his fingers dig into your hip possessively.
"Yeah, I am." You manage to get out, your words coming out breathy.
His other hand reaches up to push a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your earlobe. His thumb brushes against your neck, feeling the rapid pulse throbbing beneath your skin. His gaze flicks between your eyes and your lips, a smug glint in his eyes.
"Good, cause I have a feeling it won't stay on for long."
He lets go of you and opens the door, revealing the private pool.
You try to regain control of your hammering heart, stepping inside the room. The pool is lit up by the bright moonlight filtering through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room.
Namjoon follows you in, closing the door behind him with a click. The sound echoes through the room, and you feel goosebumps break out on your skin.
Namjoon's eyes on you are heavy, his gaze scorching hot. You can feel his eyes roving over your body, burning through your clothes. He steps closer, closing the distance between you. His hand reaches out, fingers grazing your waist. His touch sends a jolt through you, goosebumps erupting on your skin.
"Let me take it off this shirt." he murmured
Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers slide under your shirt, his hands skimming along the bare skin of your waist. His fingers move higher, grazing the sides of your breasts, his touch sending shivers up your spine.
You nod, your mouth dry, unable to form words. Namjoon's hands slide up your body, gripping the hem of your shirt and peeling it off.
You stand there in your bikini, feeling exposed under his intense gaze. Namjoon's eyes rake over your body, a possessive heat in his eyes.
Namjoon's fingers trail over your belly, his eyes following the path his fingers take. He steps even closer, his body pressed up against yours. His hand moves up, over the swell of your breasts, fingers grazing over your skin. His touch is tantalizing, barely there, and it's driving you crazy.
"Let's dive in baby," he murmured. ''Come on.''
Your heart is pounding in your chest, your skin burning from the intensity of his touch. You nod, unable to form words, and let him lead you to the pool. The cool water feels good against your overheated skin as you step into the pool, the water reaching your waist. Namjoon follows suit, the water splashing around you.
''Cold?'' he murmured.
You shiver, the sudden drop in temperature a shock to your overheated skin.
"Yeah, a little." You reply, your voice trembling slightly.
Namjoon smirks, stepping closer to you. He places his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him.
"You'll warm up, don't worry." He murmured, his hands sliding over your back, pulling you flush against his chest.
Your breasts press against his chest, your skin sliding against his.
His arms wrap around you, holding you close. His hands slide up your back, his fingertips gliding over your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. His fingers find the strings of your bikini.
His fingers deftly untie the strings, the top of your bikini falling away and leaving your breasts exposed to him.
Your nipples harden in the cool air, your breath hitching in your chest. He cups your breasts in his hands, squeezing them.
A moan escapes your lips as he cups your breasts, his hands rough but gentle. His fingers teasingly graze your nipples, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. They pebble under his touch, your nipples stiffening.
“God, you’re perfect.” He murmured, his fingers continuing to tease your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
Your legs spread instinctively, making room for him as he places himself between your thighs. His hands slide down your thighs, squeezing your flesh. He grabs your bikini bottom, pulling it to the side.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, your hands gripping his arms for support. His fingers pinch your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He lifts you up. You sit down on the edge of the pool.
"Spit on my hand baby." he murmured.
You nod, reaching down and collecting saliva in your mouth. You then spit into his waiting hand, your face flushing red at the dirty act. He smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Good girl." He murmured, his hand moving down to his shorts.
His fingers grip the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. There's already a bead of precum forming at the tip, and he uses your spit to slide his hand up and down his length. He lets out a low groan, his eyes locking with yours.
He keeps his eyes on you, his hand working himself. The sight is mesmerizing, his cock hard and thick in his hand. He lets out a low groan.
"You make me so hard." He murmured, his hand tightening around the base of his cock.
You can only watch, your mouth dry, mesmerized by the sight of him. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your legs spreading wider. You're so close, you can almost feel how hard he is, how hot and hard he is for you.
You reach out, your hand grazing over his cock. He lets out a groan, his head falling back at the slightest touch.
“God….” he moaned. "Need you."
His grip on his cock tightens, his breaths coming in quick pants. His eyes lock on yours, dark with desire. "Get in the pool."
You swallow hard, your throat dry. You nod, getting up from the edge of the pool. You step into the water, the cool liquid embracing your body.
Namjoon follows close behind, his hands immediately finding your waist. He pulls you to the shallow side of the pool, pressing your back against the edge. The roughness against your skin makes you shiver.
Without a word, he pulls you up, wrapping your legs around him. He holds you up against the edge, his hands gripping your ass.
"Hold on." He murmured.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your grip tight. He hikes you up higher, aligning his cock with your entrance. And then, with one swift thrust, he slides into you.
Your head falls back against the edge of the pool, a gasp falling from your lips. He fills you up completely
He lifts his head up, his eyes dark with desire. He takes your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth. He swallows your moans, his hands moving to the back of your head to hold you in place. His hip snaps up, hitting that spot deep inside you.
Your back arches, your thighs clenching around him. You claw at his back, the pleasure coursing through you almost overwhelming. It’s intense. You pull away from his mouth, your breaths coming in short pants. He doesn’t stop his movements, his pace relentless.
“Too good." You gasp out.
He lets out a guttural groan, your words sending shivers down his spine.
“Yeah? You like that? Like how I’m filling you up?” he murmured.
Your nod, unable to form words as he continues to move inside of you. He’s hitting that spot each time, the sensation too much and not enough at the same time. His pace is relentless
"Yeah, god, want you.. all of you…. god, more." You gasp out, the words just a jumble of moans and pleads.
“Yeah baby?” He murmured, his grip on your hips almost bruising.
"You want more?” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust. “Is this not enough for you?” He asks, his tone low and rough. “Or do you want me to give you everything I’ve got?"
His words go straight to your core, his grip, and the roughness of his tone sending shivers down your spine. Your nails dig into his back, trying to hold on.
"Everything," you beg. "Everything, please."
He lets out a deep growl, his movements growing more urgent. He pushes deeper, harder, the pressure building up inside of you. It’s too much, too much, but not enough.
He leans forward, his head dropping to your ear.
“You want everything, huh?” he murmured. “Turn around."
You nod, your body too weak to do anything else. You turn around, your hands gripping the edge of the pool. Namjoon doesn’t waste any time. He grabs your hips, pulling you back towards him.
Without any warning, he slams into you from behind. You let out a strangled cry, your fingers scrabbling for purchase against the edge of the pool. He sets a ruthless pace, his hands holding you in place.
His hips slam into yours with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the pool.
Your body is completely at his mercy, the pleasure too intense to process. His grip is bruising on your hips, holding you in place. And yet, you want more. You push back on him, desperate for more.
“You wanted everything,” he murmured. “You’re getting it.”
His words are like a switch, turning you into a wanton mess under him.
He leans over you, his chest pressed against your back. His hands slide up your waist, trailing up your body to your breasts. He cups them in his hands, squeezing them roughly.
“You like that, huh?” He murmured, his fingers pinching hard on your nipples. “Like how I’m using you.”
You can only moaned in response, the roughness of the edge of the pool against your chest adding another layer of sensation. The water splashes around you, the sound echoing in the room. You can feel him everywhere, inside you, behind you, all over you.
It’s too much and you’re going to lose it soon
“Oh god, I’’m gonna- ah-“ you cry out.
His hand shoots up, grabbing your jaw and turning your head to the side. His mouth crashes into yours, his tongue invading your mouth. Your hands come up, grasping at his hair as he kisses you.
His tongue muffles your moans, but they were just replaced by the sound of the water sloshing around you as he continues to pound into your from behind. It fills the silence, his hips pushing against your ass, his skin sliding your skin..
You pull away from his mouth gasping for air, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen.
“Not yet.” He murmured, his hands tight around your waist.
His pace is brutal, his hips slams into yours with a force that sends waves of pleasure through you. He’s gripping you like his life depends on it and you feel like you’re going to break. But you wanted this.
"You asked for this, didn’t you? You wanted me to give you everything." He murmured, his voice low and rough in your ear.
You nod, unable to form any words.You feel him thicken inside you, his pace picking up even more. He’s close, you can tell by the way he’s panting in your ear. And yet he doesn’t stop.
“Open your mouth baby.” He murmured, and you clench around him at his words.
You part your lips, opening your mouth obediently. His fingers slide into your mouth, filling it up. You suck on them, your tongue swirling around them as if it was his cock. You moan around his fingers, your tongue swirling around them. It’s filthy. It’s dirty.
"God," he growled, his fingers still in your mouth. "You need your mouth full don’t you? You need something to keep you full."
And then, just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, you feel him slide a third finger into your mouth, filling your mouth even further.
You moaned around his fingers, the sounds coming out muffled and obscene. You could feel your clit twitch and throb at his words. You needed him everywhere, you needed more. You tried to push back against him, your body crying out for more, for release.
“God, you’re so loud.” He groaned. “You’re going to get us caugh. Do you want someone to watch you again? huh?"
His hand moved to your jaw, tilting your face up, forcing you to look ahead. And there, in the far corner of the room, was a mirror.
You could see everything. You couldn’t look away. You could see the way you were bent over, your back arched and your ass up in the air. You could see his hips slamming into you from behind, the way his cock was covered in your juices.
You could see his face, dark and almost feral as he stares back at the mirror, his eyes fixed on yours face. Your face burned with humiliation and it only turned you on even more to see yourself like this.
“Seeing this turns you on, doesn’t it?” He murmured in your ear. "seeing yourself like this." Your hands scratched at the edge of the pool, your mind going blank as the pressure built up inside you.
His fingers pull out of your mouth, leaving you panting and gasping for air. His hands settle on your hips again, his grip tight as he pounds into you from behind. You could feel his balls slapping against your clit, the sensation driving you insane.
”God I’m close,” he groaned, his pace becoming even more unforgiving. His fingers dig into your hips, his hands holding you in place. You could feel him grow even harder inside you, the pressure almost too much to bear.
“Me too,” you managed to gasp out, your voice wrecked.
"You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you, huh? Take every last drop." He murmured, his pace becoming even more relentless. "God, fill you up so pretty. " he murmured, his grip on you tightening. "Come with me."
And with that, you’re tipped over the edge. A loud moan tears through your throat as your orgasm hits you, your body trembling and clenching around him.
He lets out a low groan, his fingers digging even deeper as he follows close behind. His hips still as he fills you up. His hand clenches around your jaw, “You’re so good to me, baby." He murmured. A shiver ran through your body as his words sunk in, your skin on fire from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through you.
You collapse boneless on top of the edge of the pool, you panting for air. Namjoon slips out of you, leaving you feeling empty and drained. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. His chest is resting on your back, his breaths coming in short pants against your skin. No one says anything for several moments. The only sounds in the room were the soft slapping of the water, as it splashes around you, and the sound of your uneven breaths.
Then, finally, Namjoon lets out a low groan and straightens up. You feel his hands on your waist, turning you around to face him. You look up at him, and finds him looking down at you with a small smile on his face. His hair is messy, sticking to his forehead in damp clumps. His cheeks are tinged red, his lips red and slightly swollen. He looked absolutely wrecked. You’ve probably looked worse.
He reaches one hand out, pushing your hair out of your face. His hand cups your chin, tilting your face up. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"You okay, angel?" He murmured, his hands running up and down your arms. You nod, unable to form words still. He smiles at you, his other hand reaching down to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Told you you'd warm up." He murmured, his grin turning smug. He reaches down, lifting you up bridal style. You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling too boneless to protest.
“You’re terrible, that was so dirty.” You groaned, burying your face into his neck. Your legs still felt week, your legs still shaking around his waist.
He laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Just the way you like it, baby.” He murmured. He steps out of the pool, his arms still holding you up. The cool nighttime air hits your heated skin, causing goosebumps to pepper your skin. Namjoon lets out a low whistle at the sight of your naked body.
He carries you over to a nearby bench, sitting you down gently. He kneels down between your thighs, his hands running up and down your legs, chasing away the cold.
“You good? Need an ice pack for that perfect ass?” he murmured jokingly.
You laugh, shaking your head. "God no." You murmur, still feeling too boneless to move.
Namjoon chuckles, his hands still running up and down your legs, warming you up. He stands up, picking up your discarded bikini top from the ground. He hands it to you, a small smirk on his face.
You groan, reaching out to take the bikini from him. You put it back on, struggling a bit to hook it back together. Namjoon watches you with amusement, his eyes lingering on your exposed skin as you fumble with the straps.
He chuckles, his hands sliding up your back to help you put the top on properly. His fingers graze your back as he hooks up the straps, sending goosebumps erupting over your skin.
“You’re so cute, it’s almost painful.” He murmured, reaching out to help you when you struggled with the strap, his fingers grazing your skin.
You stick your tongue out at him, trying to hide the fact that you were secretly preening at his words.
“Fuck off.” You huffed.
“So rude.” He murmured.
You roll your eyes, trying to act nonchalant. “You love me.” You murmur, your breath hitching in your chest as his fingers trail over your skin. He chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder.
“Damn right I do.” He murmured against your skin.
Something about the way he said it, the possessiveness in his tone, has your stomach doing flips. You try to shake off the feeling as Namjoon sits down next to you on the bench.
“Come here.” He murmured, reaching out to pull you onto his lap. "Hug me."
You let out a small 'oomph' as he pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck like usual.
Namjoon lets out a satisfied hum, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. The two of you sit there in comfortable silence, his fingers running up and down your back, tracing your spine.
After a few moments, Namjoon speaks up. “I hope we didn’t traumatize anyone.” He murmured. His tone is light, a hint of humor underlying his words.
You let out a small chuckle, lifting your head from his neck to look at him. "You know we did." You joked.
Namjoon lets out a low chuckle. "I love you, angel." He murmured, his hands running up and down your back.
You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. "I love you too." You murmur against his skin. His hands slide up your back, reaching up to play with the hair at the nape of your neck.
He lets out a soft sigh, his arms tightening around you. You feel his nose nuzzle into your shoulder, his face buried into the crook of your neck.
“I wanna just stay like this forever.” He murmured.
"You'd get sick of me." You murmured, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.
Namjoon shakes his head, his hands sliding up to cup your face. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes soft.
"No, I wouldn’t." He murmured, his thumb grazing your cheekbone. "Never."
You feel your heart flutter at his words, your stomach doing flips. His gaze is unwavering, his eyes searching your face, as if he's trying to commit every feature to memory.
You take in his face too, tracing the outline of his jaw with your fingers. "Never?" You murmur, your voice soft and vulnerable.
Namjoon's hand slides to the back of your neck, holding you in place. His other hand remains on your cheek; his thumb strokes your bottom lip. "Never." He says, his voice firm, certain. He leans in, his lips hovering close to yours. "Not in a million years."
Summary: You thought meeting your idol by chance was the craziest thing that could ever happen… until he became your boyfriend and casually handed you an NDA to protect all of his ridiculous little secrets. From chaotic ticket wars to jealousy over his own members, dating Jeon Jungkook turns out to be a lot less glamorous—and a lot more adorable than you ever imagined. Sometimes, the biggest BTS secret isn't backstage… it's how hopelessly in love he is.
Status: Three-shot | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3.1 | Part 3.2 | Bonus
Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x ARMY!Reader
Word Count: 1.6k~ | Full: 19.3k~
Genre: Idol!AU, Fluff
Rated: PG
Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Slice of Life, BTS Concert Tickets
Posting Date: July 10, 2026
SCC: Ko-fi ☕️ ・ Taglist 📝
After those words left Jungkook's mouth, the living room fell silent again. The TV was still on, but neither of you was really paying attention to whatever was playing. You kept staring at Jungkook with an expression you couldn't quite explain, while Jungkook looked far too calm for someone who had just announced that he was no longer taking his girlfriend backstage at a BTS concert simply because her bias happened to be his own hyung.
You blinked once.
Twice.
"...Really?"
Jungkook nodded.
"Yeah."
"...You're really not taking me anymore?"
"Yeah."
"...Because of Jinnie?"
Jungkook immediately corrected you.
"Jin hyung."
"Yeah, Jin."
"Yeah."
You kept staring at him.
For some reason, part of you wanted to laugh. Another part of you genuinely wanted to figure out whether Jeon Jungkook was joking or not.
"Kook."
"Hm?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
"...Really serious?"
"Yeah."
You let out a long sigh.
"...Are you jealous?"
Jungkook didn't answer right away. He simply leaned back against the couch and crossed his arms over his chest.
"...A little."
You immediately laughed.
"A little?"
"Yeah."
"That's not a little."
"It is."
"You're canceling the backstage invitation."
"Yeah."
"That's a lot."
"It's a little."
You honestly didn't know what to do anymore.
After a year together, you knew Jungkook's personality pretty well. He was competitive. Extremely competitive. Whether it was simple games, sports, cooking, or little things that didn't even make sense.
And now… Apparently, he was competitive with his own BTS members too.
Honestly… You found it a little adorable. Very adorable, actually. But seeing how completely serious Jungkook looked made you do your best to hold back your laughter.
"Kook."
"Hm?"
"I'm just a fan."
"Yeah."
"Just a fan."
"Yeah."
"Just a bias."
"Yeah."
"Just someone I like."
"Yeah."
Jungkook nodded several times.
"That's exactly the problem."
You frowned.
"Huh?"
"That's how it starts."
"...How does it starts?"
"Yeah."
You suddenly had a bad feeling.
Jungkook sat up straighter. He genuinely looked like someone explaining a carefully thought-out theory.
"First, you're just a fan."
"..."
"Then you'll go to the concert."
"..."
"You'll see Jin hyung on stage."
"..."
"You know what Jin hyung is like during concerts."
You stayed quiet. Jungkook nodded to himself.
"Exactly."
"Kook..."
"Wait."
He held up a hand.
"You see Jin hyung."
"..."
"You like him even more."
"..."
"Then you're waiting backstage."
"..."
"Then the concert ends."
"..."
"Then Jin hyung comes off the stage."
"..."
"Then you two meet."
"..."
"Then you stare at each other."
"..."
You genuinely couldn't believe where this conversation was going. Jungkook kept going.
"Then Jin hyung sees you."
"..."
"And then he thinks..."
"Kook."
"Wait."
"..."
“Wow, this girl is pretty.”
"Kook."
“She's nice too.”
"Kook."
“She's easy to talk to.”
"Kook."
“She's cute too.”
"KOOK!"
"...Then Jin hyung falls for you."
You froze.
"...Huh?"
"Yeah."
"Then you fall for him too."
"..."
"Then you two start talking."
"..."
"Then you get close."
"..."
"And then..."
Jungkook paused for a few seconds.
"...You leave me."
The room suddenly fell silent. You just stared at Jungkook. Jungkook stared back at you. A few seconds passed. Then...
"...Do you realize how weird you are?"
Jungkook looked offended.
"That makes sense."
"It does not make sense."
"It does."
"It doesn't."
"It could happen."
"Kook."
"Hm?"
"What kind of story is that?"
"It's a possibility."
"It's a hallucination."
"It's preparation."
You really couldn't hold back your laughter anymore.
Jeon Jungkook.
The man who could stand in front of tens of thousands of people on stage without a hint of fear. The man with unbelievable confidence. The same man who was now completely convinced that his girlfriend was going to leave him for Kim Seokjin just because she saw a BTS concert.
"You're weird."
"I'm realistic."
"You're weird."
"I'm being careful."
"You're weird."
"I'm protecting our relationship."
You shook your head, laughing.
"I'm tired."
You stood up from the couch. "I'm going to bed."
But you'd barely taken one step before your hand was gently pulled back.
"Kook."
"Hm?"
"Let go."
"No."
"Kook."
"No."
You turned around. Jungkook was still sitting on the couch, holding onto your hand.
"Come here."
"Kook."
"Come here."
Before you could protest again, he gently pulled you closer. A second later… You were sitting on his lap. Instinctively, you grabbed onto his shoulders to keep your balance.
"Kook!"
"Hm?"
"You scared me."
"Sorry."
"...You did that on purpose."
"...A little."
You let out a long sigh. The two of you were much too close now. You could clearly see the way Jungkook was looking at your face. His hand slowly reached up to fix a few strands of your hair that had gotten messy.
His movements were slow. Careful. Incredibly gentle.
Honestly… Your heart started beating a little faster.
Even after a year together, Jungkook could still make you nervous with simple little gestures like that.
He tucked your hair behind your ear. Then he looked at you for a few seconds.
"Baby."
"Hm?"
"I'm serious."
You smiled softly.
"I know."
"I don't want that."
You started laughing again. Jungkook immediately pouted.
"You're laughing."
"Yeah."
"I'm worried."
"Yeah."
"And you're laughing."
"Yeah."
"Y/N."
"Hm?"
"I'm serious."
Seeing how genuinely upset he looked slowly made your laughter fade. You carefully lifted a hand. Then gently cupped his cheek. Jungkook immediately fell quiet.
"Kook."
"Hm?"
"Do you know..."
"What?"
"...Who do I love?"
Jungkook didn't answer right away.
"You."
"Yeah."
"You."
"Yeah."
"Not Jin hyung?"
You laughed softly. "No."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Not your bias?"
"That's different."
"How is it different?"
You stroked his cheek again.
"A bias is a bias."
"Hm."
"An idol is an idol."
"Hm."
"But the person I love..."
You looked at his still slightly pouting face.
"...the person whose messages I wait for every day..."
"..."
"...the person who makes me laugh..."
"..."
"...the person who shows up just to have dinner with me..."
"..."
"...the person who comes up with weird theories about me running away with Jinnie..."
"Jin hyung."
You couldn't hold back your laughter again.
"Yeah, Jin hyung."
"..."
"...that's you."
Jungkook stayed quiet. Completely quiet. You smiled at the expression on his face.
"You're the one I chose too."
"..."
"You're the one I'm dating."
"..."
"You're the one I walk home with after work."
"..."
"And the person I love..."
You gently stroked his cheek one more time.
"...is still you."
For a few seconds, Jungkook didn't say anything. Then, slowly… The tension in his shoulders finally eased. He lowered his head until his forehead rested against yours.
"...Really?"
You smiled. "Really."
"...You're not going to leave me for Jin hyung?"
You laughed softly. "No."
"...Promise?"
"Promise."
Jungkook let out a long sigh, as if he had just survived the biggest crisis of his life. Then he hugged you gently. Very gently.
"...Thank goodness."
You frowned. "Thank goodness for what?"
"...I was worried."
"Worried about what now?"
Jungkook lifted his head. His expression was still serious, even though his arms didn't loosen around you in the slightest.
"...I was scared I'd end up competing with Seokjin hyung."
You couldn't hold back your laughter anymore.
"You're so weird."
"I'm just being careful."
"That's called being weird."
"That's called loving you."
You shook your head with a small smile. Jungkook was still pouting a little, as if he felt his concerns hadn't been taken seriously at all.
"You're laughing at me."
"Because you're cute."
"I was being serious."
"Yeah, seriously cute."
Jungkook let out a tiny sigh.
"Look."
"What?"
"I'm still pouting."
You studied his face for a few seconds. "...You really are."
"Hm."
"How did that happen?"
"Because someone kept laughing at me."
"Oh."
"Oh."
You couldn't stop smiling. Slowly, you lifted your hands and gently cupped his cheeks.
"Kook."
"Hm?"
"Are you still sulking?"
"...A little."
"A little?"
"...Maybe a lot."
You giggled softly. Then, without saying another word, you leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. It was over in an instant. Just like that.
Jungkook blinked.
You pulled back slightly and watched his reaction. His pout was still there. But… The corners of his lips had started to curl up just a little.
"You're smiling."
"I'm not."
"That's a smile."
"It's not."
"That's definitely a smile."
"It's... almost a smile."
You chuckled.
"There, you're not sulking anymore."
Jungkook thought about it for a few seconds. "...Not yet."
"Huh?"
"That was only one."
You stared at him in confusion.
"So?"
"...It wasn't enough."
"Kook."
"Hm?"
"...Are you asking for another one?"
Jungkook gave a small nod.
"Yeah."
"You're clingy."
"Yeah."
"Aren't you embarrassed?"
"No."
"I thought you were trying to be mature."
"...Grown-ups can ask for things too."
You really couldn't stop laughing.
"Come on."
"Come on what?"
"...One more."
"Kook."
"Just one more."
You shook your head with a smile before giving him another quick peck. The moment you pulled away, Jungkook looked satisfied… ...for about two seconds.
"Hm."
"What now?"
"...I think that still wasn't enough."
"Kook."
"One more?"
"Kook."
"The last one."
"You're lying."
"...Yeah."
"So you were planning to keep asking?"
"Yeah."
"Don't you ever get tired?"
"No."
All you could do was laugh as you lightly patted his shoulder.
"You."
"What?"
"You're so spoiled."
Jungkook grinned widely this time. His pout had completely disappeared.
"Yeah."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"...Because I like it when you're the one making me feel better."
You shook your head, unable to hide your smile. Meanwhile, Jungkook pulled you back into his arms.
"...In that case..."
"Hm?"
"...Don't replace me with anyone else, okay?"
You smiled and rested your forehead against his. "I won't."
"...Not even Seokjin hyung?"
You laughed so hard your shoulders shook.
"Not even Seokjin."
"Thank goodness."
"Feeling better now?"
"...Yeah."
"...Really?"
Jungkook smiled softly.
"...Really."
A moment of silence passed.
Then...
"...But if I start overthinking again tomorrow, can I ask for another kiss?"
"Kook."
"Hm?"
"Were you just looking for an excuse all along?"
"...Maybe a little."
And seeing the small smile that had finally found its way onto his face, you realized something. Sometimes, making Jeon Jungkook stop pouting didn't take a long explanation. He just needed a little reassurance... and to be spoiled a little too.
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𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: ˚25/21 on the tv (for the tenth time), a tub of biscoff ice cream, and a very, very attention-starved boyfriend who refuses to share the spotlight with baek Yi-jin. ˚
𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: Established Relationship · Fluff to Smut · Jealousy/Teasing · Domestic Comfort
𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: 18+, Contains explicit sexual content (smut), praise/submission dynamics, mild dirty talk, jealousy, clothing removal, stripping, and unprotected penetrative sex.
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 3.1k
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It is 1:30AM, the quietest hour of the night, where the rest of the world seems completely suspended in sleep.
You, however, are wide awake.
You adjust your position on the sofa, pulling your knees up to your chest inside the voluminous fabric of an oversized t-shirt (one of Jungkook’s, naturally) which carries the comforting scent of fabric softener. Underneath, you only wear your pink panties. Your hair is piled into a completely chaotic, messy bun on top of your head, stray strands falling into your eyes.
You had dressed for a lazy night of hanging out with Jungkook, but three hours earlier, he collapsed onto your shared bed, utterly exhausted from his intense schedule. Left to your own devices and bored out of your mind, you migrate to the couch, seeking comfort in familiarity.
Which of course means that you are re-watching Twenty-Five Twenty-One for from something like tenth time already.
In your hands, you cradle a tube of Biscoff ice cream (The good kind; the one packed with thick, crunchy biscuit bits that require a bit of effort to dig out. ) You dig your silver spoon into the caramel-swirled cream, mining for a particularly large chunk of cookie while your eyes remain glued to the screen.
It is the scene. The scene. The one where Na Hee-do and Baek Yi-jin are running through the night after turning on the school’s outdoor water fountains, transforming the mundane courtyard into a spraying, sparkling wonderland. The music swells, the pure, nostalgic youth of the characters radiating through the screen.
You lean forward slightly, an involuntary smile tugging at the corners of your lips. It is your absolute favorite moment in the entire drama. Every single time you watch it, it makes your chest ache with a specific kind of longing.
Click.
The faint sound of the bedroom door unlatching cuts through the swelling K-drama soundtrack.
A moment later, a sleepy Jungkook emerges into the dim light. His dark hair is a wild mess, sticking up in different directions from the pillows. His eyes are half-laced with sleep, blinking heavily against the soft glow of the television, and his lips are naturally pouted out in that vulnerable way they always are whenever he first wakes up.
He looks soft, entirely stripped of his stage persona. Without saying a word, he drifts toward the couch, and automatically gravitates into your space, as he presses himself next to you on the sofa.
Before you can even adjust to his sudden presence, Jungkook leans down, his lips brushing against the bare skin of your shoulder where the oversized t-shirt has slipped down. He presses a soft peck there, the heat of his mouth sending a quiet shiver straight down your spine.
Then, with a heavy sigh, he drops his chin right onto your shoulder, nuzzling his face against the side of your neck. His hair brushes against your jawline, tickling your skin as he clings to you, still deeply wrapped in the haze of sleep.
"Why aren't you sleeping, baby?" he murmurs, his breath fanning against your neck as his arms blindly reach around the cushions to find your waist.
"I wasn't really tired," you say softly, tilting your head a fraction to make room for him.
You shift into a more comfortable position against the plush sofa cushions, settling your back against the solid plane of his chest. Even as you move, Jungkook refuses to detach himself; his face remains on your shoulder, while his arms finally secure themselves tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
Reaching down, you dig your spoon back into the pint, mining for another perfect chunk of biscuit bits. You lift the silver spoon up and guide it right under his mouth. "Open."
Jungkook doesn't even open his eyes all the way. He just blindly parts his lips, taking the cold, sweet bite off the spoon. He let's a low hum of approval, the vibration vibrating directly against your spine as he swallows the rich cream.
You smile, digging out another spoonful for yourself and popping it into your mouth. Your eyes quickly dart back to the tv screen, trying to catch up on the scene, but Jungkook can’t seem to sit still. The quiet innocence of his sleepiness is already beginning to melt away. The coldness of the ice cream still lingers on his lips as he begins to trail them slowly again up your neck, finding the sensitive spot right under your ear and pressing a slow kiss there.
"Kook. Stop, I'm watching," you murmur, a breathless laugh escaping you as you try to shrug your shoulder to ward off the electric spark his lips leave behind.
He doesn't stop. Instead, he shifts his weight, drawing his head back just enough to look at you. "Why are you watching that if you can have romance right here?"
A soft snort escapes your nose at his sheer audacity. Before you can even retort, Jungkook moves, his broad shoulders coming directly into your line of sight. He completely blocks out the screen, replacing the flickering light of the K-drama with the sharp line of his jaw and his dark, hooded eyes. He leans in, his lips pressing a short, firm, and warm kiss right against the front of your throat, exactly where your voice box is.
The sudden sensation makes you gasp softly, your head instinctively tilting back, your chin lifting up to give him space, while the characters on the screen are in the middle of a sweeping, emotional confession, their dialogue pouring out into the quiet room.
But Jungkook doesn't care about the script.
"...Y/N," he let's a needy murmur against your skin.
Letting out a soft sigh, you reach out with one hand, blindly grabbing the remote from under the pillow, and click the pause button. You look at him fully this time, both of your hands now tightly squeezing the sides of the cardboard ice cream bucket in your lap, your knuckles turning a little white under his gaze.
"You're not gonna let me watch it, right?"
Jungkook lets out a breathless huff of a laugh, his head tilting slightly to the side as a slow, lazy grin spreads across his lips. It's a beautiful, mischievous expression that tells you everything you need to know.
"Nope."
You shake your head amused by his stubbornness, and dig the spoon back into the softening pint one more time. You lift another generous bite of the ice cream to his lips, and Jungkook takes it cleanly. But he doesn't pull away this time. His dark eyes intensly lock onto yours, holding your gaze with a focus that makes your breath hitch. As he finishes the bite, his front teeth intentionally trap the silver spoon, holding it firmly between his lips, refusing to let you pull it back.
Your heart flutter at the immediate shift in the room's atmosphere.
Before you can even react, the hand that was resting at your waist wraps around you fully, then in one fluid motion, Jungkook pulls you up and guides you until you are fully straddling his lap. With his other hand, he reaches down, taking the heavy bucket of ice cream completely out of your grip and setting it carelessly onto the arm of the sofa.
With the ice cream gone, he tilts back against the cushions of the couch, drawing you down with him so you feel the full heat of him beneath you. The long hem of thr oversized shirt rides up high over your bare thighs, leaving only the soft pink lace of your panties between your skin and his sweatpants.
Reaching up, your fingers gently take the silver spoon from his mouth, a quiet laugh escaping you as you plunge it straight down into the center of the ice cream bucket so it stays upright.
Then you shift closer, your hands moving naturally to rest flat against the sides of his neck. Jungkook looks up at you from his reclined position, his gaze dark, hooded, and intensely focused on your face. His hands slide smoothly beneath the wide hem of the big shirt, the heat of his palms making direct contact with the bare skin of your hips, his thumbs tracing slow circles into your skin.
"You are so annoying," you murmur softly, though there is absolutely no venom in your voice. Your fingers gently trace the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.
"I just missed you."
"Jungkook, I was right here," you whisper, a soft smile breaking across your face as you look down at his rumpled, handsome face. "I've been in the house the whole time."
"Nah," he grumbles softly, his chin tilting up just a fraction as he points toward the paused screen behind your shoulder. "Mindly, you were over there. Thirsting over Baek Yi-jin."
A genuine laugh escapes your lips again. The absurdity of him being genuinely envious of a fictional character from a drama you have already seen so many times is peak Jungkook. You reach up with one finger, gently pushing your stray bangs out of your eyes so you can look at him clearly.
"You're not wrong," you tease softly, leaning down just a fraction of an inch until your breath fans over his lips. "He is very charming."
Jungkook’s eyes darken instantly at your words, the lazy amusement in his expression shifting into something much heavier. Before you can tease him any further, the hand resting on your waist begins to move. His palm travels up the sensitive skin of your ribs, his fingers trailing a path of pure fire up your spine. The sudden, intimate heat of his touch makes a violent shiver run straight up your back, your shoulders tensing as you instinctively lean closer into his chest.
"How many times are you going to watch this stuff anyway?" he mumbles, his voice low. "Even I have half of the dialogues memorized because of you."
Your fingers tangle into the soft, messy curls at the nape of his neck. "Till the day I die, probably."
Jungkook lets out a mocking scoff, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "We'll see about that."
Before you can even process the dare in his voice, his fingers find the clasp of your bra. With a single flick the hooks part. Your eyes widen in pure surprise, a small gasp catching in your throat as the straps slacken.
You pull back just enough to look down at him, a playful scold on your lips. "Hey, don't rush. I'm returning to my show as soon as you behave."
Jungkook tilts his head, a dangerous chuckle vibrating in his throat. "Who said anything about letting you go back to it?"
He shifts, sitting up much straighter against the sofa cushions. The movement brings you higher, your thighs gripping his waist tightly as he hooks his fingers into the hem of the oversized white t-shirt. In one smooth motion, he pulls the fabric up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor, along with your bra.
The cool air of the living room hits your bare skin, making your breath hitch, but before you can even complain, Jungkook’s hands are back on your waist, holding you in place. His eyes sweep over you with an intense, possessive appreciation that makes your heart hammer against your ribs.
"Look at you," His voice rough and thick as his gaze lingers on the contrast of the pink lace against your skin. "You're barely making any effort for your boyfriend, hm? Sitting here in my clothes, ignoring me for hours."
You open your mouth to defend yourself, but the words turn into a sharp, breathy moan as Jungkook leans forward and buries his face in your chest. His lips are hot, pressing a slow, bruising kiss right against the slope of your breast, his tongue lightly darting out to lick at your skin.
You arch into him, your hands desperately gripping his broad shoulders for balance as another wave of shivers hits your body. "I am making an effort," you pant out softly, your fingers digging into his shirt. "It’s just... low effort."
Jungkook scoffs against your skin, his hands gripping your bare hips tightly, pulling you impossibly closer against his lap.
"Yeah? Then let me show you what high effort looks like."
He doesn't give you a second to breathe. Leaning in, he presses one last, lingering lick to your sensitive nipple, making your entire body twitch before his mouth moves upward. He leaves a trail of stinging little bites from the center of your chest all the way up to your collarbone, marking your skin with a needy possessiveness.
You gasp at the sharp, sweet sensation, your fingers tangling desperately into his hair. Before you can recover, Jungkook shifts his head and finds your mouth, capturing your lips in a deep kiss.
The heat between you boils over instantly.
Guided by the friction of the kiss, you begin to grind down against him, your hips rolling slowly against his lap. The movement causes a low growl from Jungkook's chest. Your hands slide down from his shoulders, slipping under the hem of his shirt to press flat against his abdomen.
The moment your palms make contact with his rock-hard, heavily defined abs (the clear result of how often he's been working out lately) a breathless moan escapes into his mouth. Just the tactile sensation of his toned torso beneath your fingers makes your head spin.
Jungkook breaks the kiss with a sharp inhale, his breathing heavy and ragged as your movements drive him crazy. His large hands slide down from your waist, his thumbs slipping beneath your pink lace panties to find your center. He begins to rub firm circles right over your clothed heat. The intense pleasure hits you instantly. You throw your head back, your spine arching as you ride out the wave of heat pooling between your thighs.
Seeing the vulnerable line of your throat, Jungkook leans up, his dark eyes hooded as he watches your expression. "You like that, hm?"
You moan, your eyes tightly shut as his thumbs keep up the agonizingly perfect rhythm. He leans in closer, his lips pressing against the side of your throat. "I can't hear you, Y/N. Tell me."
Frustrated by the teasing and completely overwhelmed by the friction of his hands, you shift your weight, your fingers digging tightly into his sides.
"Stop asking stupid questions," you pant out, opening your eyes to glare at him with absolute desire.
Jungkook’s eyes flash with pure amusement. He cuts off any further complaints by pulling you into another fierce, demanding kiss, completely consuming your mouth until you're entirely breathless. When he finally pulls away, his hands grip your hips firmly, lifting you slightly as his dark gaze locks onto yours.
"Stand up," he commands softly.
You push yourself up, your knees leaving the sides of his thighs as you stand fully in front of him. You are slightly surprised when you realize he isn't moving with you; instead, Jungkook just leans back comfortably against the sofa cushions, spreading his arms out over the backrest. A deeply satisfied smirk pulls at the corners of his lips as his dark eyes slowly track up and down your body, taking in the sight of you standing right in front of him in just your pink lace panties, with your hair completely disheveled .
"What are you waiting for?" he cocks his eyebrows up. "Strip for me, baby."
A quiet huff escapes your lips, a sudden wave of heat rushing to your cheeks as his intense gaze burns right through you. Under the weight of his attention, you slowly hook your fingers into the sides of the lace. You slide them down your hips, stepping out of the fabric. His eyes chase the movement with rapt, hungry focus, and a pleased hum escapes his throat the moment you are completely naked before him.
Jungkook doesn't waste another second. He sits forward, his large hands reaching down to grip the waistband of his heather-grey sweatpants, pushing them down along with his boxers to free his length, already fully hard and waiting for you.
"C'mere," he breathes, his dark eyes snapping back up to yours.
You step closer and straddle his lap once more, the heat of his skin shocking your senses as you settle over him. Jungkook’s hands instantly find your hips again, his strong fingers anchoring you as he guides the tilt of your pelvis, aligning you perfectly before he slowly pushes up into you. A breathless gasp leaves your lips, your hands flying to his broad shoulders for support as he fills you completely.
He lets out a ragged groan against your neck, his hips rolling in a slow, upward surge that makes your toes curl.
"You're so greedy tonight," you pant out, your fingers digging into the firm muscles of his back as he guides your rhythm, dictating the agonizingly deep pace.
"Can you blame me? I wake up, and my girl is out here staring at the TV, completely ignoring me for some fictional guy."
"Jealous?," you whisper, teasing him, trying to ignore the ache growing between your thighs.
He huffs bitterly. "When I'm in the room, your eyes are supposed to be on me. Understand?"
He leans up, his lips brushing against yours, his hot breath mingling with your shallow pants.
"As you please," you breathe out.
The submission in your voice is all it takes to break the last of his restraint. Jungkook’s grip on your waist tightens until his knuckles turn white, and he begins to pound into you, relentless and deep, the rhythm fast and unforgiving. Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through your core, making your back arch and your nails dig into his shoulders.
Each thrust feels impossibly deep. He fills you so perfectly, so entirely, that every single drop of your focus is pulled right to the center of your core where the pleasure is building into something overwhelming.
You feel completely weak under his touch, your limbs heavy and trembling, entirely at the mercy of the powerful, upward surges of his hips. Your hands grip his broad shoulders desperately as you melt into his heat. Jungkook doesn't slow down, his breathing growing ragged and loud in the quiet room as he completely takes over the rhythm.
And right behind your head, forgotten in the dim living room, the tv screen remains completely frozen. Baek Yi-jin stays perfectly paused mid-sentence, looking straight ahead into the room as if he is forced to watch the entire dramatic confession get thoroughly outdone by a very, very needy boyfriend.
° 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: Hi!!!🥹 First time posting, kinda nervous. I really wanted to do smth cozy n domestic, and just a little bit spicy (a tint tiny bit lol) Plus ++ needy boyfriend Jungkook is my absolute fav trope to ever exist, so I couldn't resist making him the star of my first post ♡♡♡ Please excuse the mess while I figure out my rhythm around here! Comments and feedback are always welcome!!! ˚⊹:⟢
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Sometimes love isn't grand gestures or dramatic reunions. Sometimes it's a clingy Jeongguk wrapped around you in the bar, soft laughter over a bottle of soju, and the comforting realization that home is simply wherever the two of you happen to be.
WARNINGS ◦ sfw content ◦ talks about adhd and anxiety symptoms ◦ mention of adhd pills ◦ soft!jk agenda ◦ clingy jk ◦ established relationship
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۶ৎ 𝓩 , this scene was requested by a lovely anon, i hope i could deliver what you wanted hun xx. sorry for being so short, i'm a lil bit busy these days <3
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The reserved karaoke room smelled like leftover barbeque from the diner earlier and the faint sweetness of soju bottles sweating on the low table. It was one of those mid-tour family things, Arirang Korean leg giving everyone a precious four-day breather before flying back to North America. Jeongguk had insisted on showing up for his older brother’s small gig celebration, even jet-lagged as hell and in the middle of switching his ADHD meds.
Jeongguk was sitting beside you on the long couch, one arm draped casually behind your shoulders like always. He was still smiling, chuckling at his brother’s friend’s dumb joke about military stories, even throwing in a short comment that landed perfectly. But you caught it, the way his thumb kept tapping a restless rhythm on your shoulder, the slight delay before his eyes focused again, the way he was fighting not to space out. Jet lag and the med transition were hitting him sideways tonight. His brain was loud in there, you could tell, but he was powering through because this mattered to him.
You leaned into his side, casual as ever. “My glass is empty. Go fill it for me please?” You wiggled the soju glass at him with a small smirk, giving him the perfect excuse without making it a thing.
He blinked once, then nodded, that familiar soft look flickering across his face. “Yeah, sure.” He stood up smoothly, taking your glass, and headed toward the small bar counter in the corner of the private room. You waited maybe thirty seconds before getting up too, slipping out quietly like you were just stretching your legs.
At the bar he was standing with both hands on the counter, shoulders a little rounded, staring at the bottles like they held answers. You slid up beside him, bumping your hip against his gently.
Jeongguk immediately leaned into you, heavy and familiar, his arm sliding around your waist like it belonged there. “Ya… took you long enough,” he whined under his breath, forehead dropping to your shoulder for a second. His voice was low, a little pouty in that way only you ever got to hear. “These new meds are making me feel nauseous as fuck. My stomach’s been flipping since we got here. I hate it.”
You rubbed his side once, casual, the same way you’d done a hundred times before. “I figured. You want to head home? We can make an excuse easy.”
He shook his head, still glued to your side, fingers bunching the back of your shirt. “No… I don’t wanna be that bum who ditches his brother’s thing after showing up. Hyung would understand but I’d feel like shit.” He lifted his head just enough to look at you, eyes tired but clingy as hell. “Just… stay with me a bit? Fill the glasses slow or something. I need a minute where nothing’s moving.”
“Fine, you big baby,” you teased lightly, reaching for the soju bottle so it looked like you were actually doing something. He didn’t let go, just shifted so his chin rested on your shoulder while you poured, his body warm and heavy against your back. You could feel the tension in him slowly easing the longer he stayed attached to you.
“Love you,” he mumbled against your neck, half-whiny, half-sincere. “Even when my brain and stomach are teaming up to ruin my night.”
You bumped your head lightly against his. “Love you too, guk. We’ll stay a little longer, then go home and crash. Deal?”
He nodded, arms tightening around you for another second before he finally straightened up, still standing way too close, one hand lingering on your hip like he couldn’t quite let go yet. Same old Jeongguk. Same old you, knowing exactly how to ride these nights out together.
George's voice is shaky through the phone, weakly protesting, "I was going to go right to Hungary tonight."
He is tucked in some isolated corner of his driver's room, hardly used race suit tossed across the massage table and boots kicked aside haphazardly. Instead, he is in his team kit, having just returned from media. In the background, the faintest sound of the on-going race can be heard through the phone.
You had been expecting that call from the moment you saw the lap-one incident that left him beached in gravel. The anger and frustration in his radio. His heartbroken interviews while the race went on without him. You had been holding your phone in your hand for an hour, not wanting to miss what was inevitably coming. As calm as he tried to play it on the phone, you knew him better than that. You knew he was at his wits end, feeling far passed hopeless and abandoned.
You answer easily, "Fly out to Hungary on Wednesday. Get a flight home today."
"I don't know..."
"George. Love. Listen to me," your voice is stern but entirely kind all at the same time, insistent and almost forceful, begging, "Come home."
He doesn't answer for a second. In the silence, you honestly check your phone screen to make sure the call hasn't disconnected.
Then, finally, the smallest, meekest, shakiest, "Okay."
"Okay," you echo in half-relief, "I'll pick you up at the airport. Let me know what time your new flight is at. We'll come get you; Laurie and me. Okay?"
"Okay," he repeats, as if that's the only word he can say without his voice breaking, "I'm sorry."
"There is not one single thing you need to apologize for, do you hear me?"
"Yeah," he exhales.
"You have not done a single fucking thing wrong. You are putting your blood, sweat, and tears into this season and anyone can see it. I know it feels like it right now, but you are not alone, my love. You will never be alone."
A small sniffle is the only reply.
"Okay, baby," you say gently, "Pack up and find yourself a flight. Come home to us."
