[channiestits]

shayla | 23 | they/she

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hello and welcome! i am an 18+ multi kpop account. i will be writing nsfw topics as well as some dark content. please do not interact if you are under 18 and do not have your age on your profile!

all of the works i write are FICTION. they do not include any truth to them and are just figments of my imagination.

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[lucidwntrr]

i’m almost embarrassed by how many requests i send in 🙈 but i’m not yet so lets geddiitttt

feminization with yeonjun and calling him noona OMLLL yeonjun noona <3 he’s shy and embarrassed but obv loves it lololol

୨୧ TAGS: MDNI, smut, fem!reader, feminization, lip gloss, ponytail mention!, hair pull, noona kink, yeonjun noona <3 creampie . . . ୨୧ WORD COUNT 400+

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"so pretty," you murmur to yourself as you caress his face with your fingers gently, dragging them slowly across his porcelain-like skin. you press your thumb against his bottom lip that was covered with a layer of clear gloss. he bats his eyes up at you, a blush blooming over his cheeks.

you reach up and fiddle with the ponytail that he asked you to put in his head. curling your fingers around the two loose strands that rested on his forehead, "makes me want to call you noona." you say and yeonjun pauses, gaping at you as his face starts to burn hotter and his hips raising up into you a little at the term.

"n-noona?" he stutters, bringing his hands up to cover his face. his cock twitches inside of you when he says it, making you smile. you grab his hands, placing them on your hips before leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"do you like that, hm? should i call you noona?" you tease him, making him squirm underneath you and his hands squeezes your hips as he thrusts upwards slowly. he felt hot, like he was sweating at the though of being called 'noona', he doesn't suppose he would hate it... still he answers.

he shakes his head, "i-i don't know." he breaths, despite his body that was betraying him. pushing deep inside of your warmth, his tip grazing all the right spots as he grinds upwards and pulling a moan from your lips.

you coo at him, "noona, mmph- yeonjun noona…"

he fucks up into you roughly as you say it, his eyes rolling back and his toes curling at as he bottoms out in you. he never knew that such a thing would turn him on so much, but here he is. he was getting off on you calling him noona. he shyly asks, "a-again please?"

you make sure to moan right into his ear this time, spurring him on and bringing him close to his orgasm as he frantically pushes into, whimpering at whining at the pleasure and the nickname. he throws his head back into the pillows, your whispers tickling his ear and he bites on his bottom lips.

"i- gonna -" he says between inhales as he fucks into you sloppily, his thrusts almost desperate as he reaches his orgasm. he licks his lips, the taste of lip gloss bitter on his tongue.

"yeah, gonna cum just from that?" you tease, tugging on his ponytail gently, making him moan. you guide him and rest one of your hands on his shoulder, raising and dropping your hips to meet his strokes. "gonna cum inside of me, noona?"

the combination of stimulation makes yeonjun lose it, giving one last thrust before he buries himself deep inside of you. he releases spurts of warm cum with a sweet cry, his eyes squeeze shut and wet with tears, his shiny lips parted.

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[03jyh23]

03JYH23 Presents: The Ateez Diaries, a 2k followers Vampire Special 🩸

Yeosang is getting dressed for work, looking so devastatingly, unfairly handsome that it actually makes you angry. Between your hormones and your skin practically burning with need, you decide you aren’t letting him leave the bedroom today. The solution? Sneaking his daylight ring off the nightstand. If he wants to go to work, he’s going to have to fight through the sun—or stay right here and deal with you.

➢ vampire!yeosang x human!reader | ➢ supernatural au, vampire au, domestic romance, comedy, smut | ➢ spoilers ahead, explicit sexual content; pregnancy talk, breeding kink, manhandling (bc he’s a vampire, obviously), dirty talk, possessiveness, semi-clothed sex, degradation, praise, brat taming, feeding during sex, missionary, blood | ➢ 6.3k | ➢ master list

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Kang Yeosang was, by all means, a masterpiece of a man.

Standing in front of the bedroom mirror, he adjusted the collar of his black, silk button-down with grace. His blonde hair fell perfectly around his eyebrows, and his dark eyes were calm and focused. He looked elegant. He looked expensive. He looked incredibly, unfairly sexy.

And you, sitting on the edge of the bed in an oversized t-shirt, were currently losing your mind.

It wasn’t just that he looked good—he always looked good. It was the fact that your body was currently operating on peak ovulation hormones. Every single evolutionary instinct in your DNA was screaming at you, flashing a giant neon sign that pointed directly at your vampire boyfriend. He smelled incredible. He looked incredible. The mere sight of his pale fingers adjusting his cuffs was making you dizzy. You didn’t want him to go to work. In fact, you were ready to fight the entire city of Seoul to keep him in this room.

A wave of heat bloomed beneath your collarbone, rushing upward until your cheeks were burning, thoroughly flushed. Beneath the thin fabric of your shirt, your nipples hardened into tight, sensitive peaks, chafing agonizingly against the cotton with every breath you took. A heavy ache settled deep in your lower stomach, radiating downward until your thighs tensed, unconsciously pressing together to try and soothe the sudden friction building between them.

“I should be back by dawn,” Yeosang said, his voice was smooth as he reached for his watch on the dresser. “The meeting shouldn’t run too late, but you know how the elders love to hear themselves speak.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, staring fixedly at the hollow of his throat. Take me instead, your brain unhelpfully suggested.

Yeosang paused, glancing at you through the mirror. A subtle, knowing smirk playing on his lips. As a vampire, he was acutely aware of the sudden, intense spike in your body chemistry over the last twenty-four hours. He could hear your heart hammering against your ribs, and the scent of a spike in estrogen was practically vibrating in the room. He found it endearing, if a bit distracting. “Are you alright?” he asked, turning around to face you fully. He leaned back against the dresser, crossing his arms. “You’re staring at me like you want to eat me alive. Which is technically my job.”

“You look nice,” you said, your voice a little tighter than usual.

“Thank you, my love.” He smiled, approaching the nightstand to grab his final, most crucial accessory. He swept his hand over the polished wood, searching for the familiar metal. Then, he paused. Yeosang looked down, moved a book, then lifted his charger.

Nothing.

“That’s strange,” his brow furrowed slightly. “Where did I put my daylight ring?” On the bed, you suddenly found the loose thread on your blanket deeply, intensely fascinating. You began to pick at it as Yeosang turned to you slowly, he took in your suddenly rigid posture and the guilty flush creeping up your neck. He let out a soft, amused sigh, walking over to the edge of the bed, stopping right in front of you, the expensive scent of his cologne enveloping your senses. “Darling,” he said softly, his tone gentle, but with a hint of accusation. “Where is my ring?”

“I don’t know,” you lied, looking up at him with the widest, most innocent eyes you could muster. “Did you lose it? Oh no. Guess you can’t go out in the sun. Guess you have to stay inside. In the dark. With me.”

Yeosang closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting out a breath that was half-laugh, half-groan. He knelt down, putting himself at eye level with you. Up close, his beauty was dizzying. “I have to attend the meeting,” he said gently, a playful glint in his eyes. “Considering the sun rose at six in the morning and I’d rather not combust on my way to the office... I’m going to need it back.” 

“No,” you blurted out, abandoning all pretense of innocence.

Yeosang blinked, genuinely surprised by your bluntness. “No?”

“No. If you leave, I’ll die,” you whined, leaning forward and burying your face into his neck, inhaling deeply. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, keeping him in the spot. “You smell too good. You look too good. You are a safety hazard to my sanity. Stay home.”

Yeosang’s hands, cool and soothing against your warm skin, came up to rest on your hips. He didn’t push you away; instead, he tilted his head to give you better access to his neck, his thumb caressing your hip bone through your shirt. “Is that what this is?” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming dangerously smooth. “A hostage situation driven by hormones?”

“Yes,” you mumbled against his skin, kissing the sweet spot right beneath his jaw. Yeosang let out a soft breath, his grip on your hips tightening just a fraction. For a second, his cool, composed exterior wavered. His fangs pricked the inside of his lip as your racing pulse beat frantically against his senses. It was incredibly tempting to just cave in, throw the silk shirt on the floor, and show you exactly what he could do. 

But, he took a slow breath, regaining his signature control. He leaned back just enough to look into your dazed eyes, a devastatingly handsome smirk on his face. “As much as I would love to spend the next several hours answering your... biological demands,” he purred, “I have a business to run. Now, where is the ring?”

You pouted, glaring at him. “I’m not telling.”

Yeosang raised a single eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Darling, if you don’t tell me, I’ll just have to use my compulsion on you. Or worse... I’ll use my supernatural agility to search the room and find it anyway.”

That was the final straw. The threat of him actually leaving—of that gorgeous, silk-clad body walking out the door and leaving you alone with a raging hormonal wildfire—shattered whatever microscopic shred of restraint you had left. With a loud, exasperated groan, you threw yourself back onto the mattress, crossing your arms tightly over your chest, shaking your head side to side into the pillow. “You are the worst,” you whined loudly, glaring daggers at the ceiling. “You’re doing this on purpose! You know exactly what time of the month it is, you know I’m burning up, and you’re just going to work!? In these pants?! It’s literal torture, Yeosang! I hate you! Just get over here and fix it, now!”

From the doorway, you didn’t even know when he get this far, a low, smooth sound cut through your dramatic display. Yeosang hadn’t left yet, he was leaning his tall, elegant frame against the doorframe, arms crossed, deeply amused smirk carved across his handsome face as he watched you writhe and kick around the bed. “Are you quite finished?” he asked, voice completely unbothered. He didn’t look angry; if anything, your little tantrum was only feeding his ego. He took a slow, deliberate step back into the room. “Because watching you throw a tantrum over my pants is easily the most entertaining thing I’ve seen all century.”

You huffed, turning your head away from his gaze and burying your face into a pillow. “I'm not throwing a tantrum,” you mumbled into the fabric.

Yeosang let out a chuckle that sent a shiver straight down your spine. The sound of his dress shoes pressing into the carpet told you he was getting closer, moving with that silent vampire grace. “Right. Of course you aren’t,” the mattress dipped significantly under his weight as he crawled up the bed, looming over your dramatic, face-down form. His cool hand wrapped firmly around your ankle, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin. “Now, are you going to keep kicking my sheets, or are you going to turn around and look at me properly?”

You huffed, keeping your face buried in the pillow, you couldn’t help but kick your free leg a little just to be petty. “I'm not looking at you, you’re mean. Go to your stupid board meeting.” With one effortless yank, he dragged you down the mattress until your hips bumped right against his shins. “Yeosang!” you shrieked, your dramatic scowl returning instantly as you scrambled to sit up, clutching a pillow to your chest like a shield.

He was kneeling over you now. “You’re pouting,” he observed flatly, the corner of his lips twitching upward as he reached out and casually plucked the pillow from your arms, tossing it over his shoulder onto the floor. “It’s a very undignified look for someone who was just trying to boss around a centuries-old vampire.”

“I was not bossing you—”

“You were,” he interrupted, his long fingers wrapping around both of your wrists. He didn’t squeeze, but the weight of his grip was an instant reminder of his power. He leaned down, his face stopping just inches from yours, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “And while I find your little temper tantrum incredibly endearing... my patience for your mouth just ran out, darling.” The playful, teasing warmth in his eyes vanished in a single blink, swallowed instantly by a sudden, pitch-black hunger that made your breath catch right in your throat. The atmosphere in the room shifted, temperature getting lower, so fast it felt like the air pressure dropped.

Your hands grabbed the lapels of his black shirt, your fingers digging into the expensive silk as you crashed into his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around you as you tackled him down, the momentum forcing him flat onto his back. Now, you straddled his hips, pinning his thighs down with yours. The friction of your sensitive skin against his slacks sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to your core. You leaned down, your hands framing his face, your chest heaving against his as you looked down at him with desperation. “I swear to god, Kang Yeosang,” you breathed, “If you don’t put a baby inside me right now, I am the one who is going to combust. Forget the sun!”

Yeosang froze beneath you. For a second, his brain completely short-circuited. He looked up at your flushed cheeks, your parted lips, and the hunger in your eyes. A dangerous heat flared in his chest, instantly obliterating his “businessman” composure. The sharp tips of his fangs elongated, sliding down past his lip, glinting in the dim light of your bedroom. His hands, which had been resting gently on your waist, gripped your hips with bruising intensity, keeping you firmly against his lap—where you could feel the undeniable proof that his “vampiric self-control” had just completely left the building. “A baby? You’re lucky my dead body can’t actually make you pregnant, because with a mouth like that, I would have kept you locked in my bed and dripping with my mess months ago.”

“I don’t care about the logistics!” you shot back, your voice nothing but a desperate whine as you intentionally ground your hips down against his. The friction was dizzying, making your head spin and your cheeks burn hotter. “Work it out! Use your supernatural adaptation! Do something besides standing there looking like a sex god!”

Yeosang’s hips instinctively jerked up to meet yours before he caught himself. His knuckles turned white where they were gripping your waist, his fangs practically scraping his bottom lip. “I am not standing, I am currently pinned to a mattress by a human who weighs a fraction of what I do,” he gasped out, his usual elegant diction disappearing. He glared up at you, though his dark, dilated eyes betrayed how heavily he was affected. “And for the record, this silk shirt was imported from Milan. You are wrinkling it. Horribly.”

“Good! I hope it rips!” You reached down, deliberately tugging at his collar, popping a button that skittered across the hardwood floor. Your sensitive nipples brushed against his solid chest through your shirt, and you let out a frustrated whimpering sound. “Miss your meeting. Let the elders talk to an empty chair. Tell them you were detained by a biological emergency.”

“A biological emergency,” he repeated, a breathless, incredulous laugh escaping him. He tilted his head back against the mattress, looking at you through hooded eyelids. The coldness of his skin was mixed with the roaring heat of yours, creating a scent that was pure sin. “You are completely unhinged when you’re fertile, do you know that? It’s like your self-preservation instincts completely dissolve.”

“They didn’t dissolve, they just pivoted,” you panted, leaning down until your lips were a mere millimeter from his fangs. “My instincts want you. Now are you going to keep lecturing me on silk from Milan, or are you going to do your job?” Yeosang’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked violently near his ear, but he still hesitated, his hands tightening on your hips as he fought the final embers of his restraint. Seeing his hesitation, you let out a sharp, mocking scoff right against his lips. “Unbelievable,” you snapped, your tone dripping with frustrated rudeness. “What’s the matter, Kang? Are you scared? Centuries of being a vampire and you’re getting cold feet because a human girl wants you? Wow. Some predator you are. All talk. Actually, don’t bother. Maybe I should just find a vampire who actually knows what to do with a willing human.”

Yeosang’s entire body went dead silent beneath you. Before you could even blink, the world blurred. Your hands were violently ripped from his collar as he gripped your wrists, his fingers like cuffs. In a single second, the positions reversed. The mattress dipped as he flipped you onto your back, pinning your hands flat against the sheets above your head. He came down over you, his large frame completely trapping your tensed, aching thighs beneath his. “What did you just say?” his voice dropped into a terrifyingly low, lethal register.

“You heard me,” you snapped, your attitude completely taking over. “Get off me. You’re boring. Go to your little business meeting and leave me alone since you clearly can’t handle—”

You didn’t even get to finish the insult. Yeosang’s grip on your wrists tightened so violently the bones in your hands practically creaked, cutting off your words as he slammed your arms even harder into the mattress.

That was it. The absolute limit.

“You think I’m boring?” he leaned down, his face stopping barely an inch from yours, cold breath fanning over your flushed skin. “You think you can just go out and find another vampire to shove his cock inside you? You think anyone else is allowed to touch this filthy, desperate little pussy of yours?”

“Yeo—”

“Enough.”

Yeosang hovered inches above you, his chest heavy with anger. His hair fell wildly around his face, and his eyes were entirely black, the irises swallowed by his pupils. The sharp points of his fangs were fully bared, pressing down over his bottom lip. There was no more elegance left in him; he looked terrifying, and deeply offended. “You’ve gotten incredibly bold. You think because I indulge your little human whims that I’ve forgotten what I am?” His grip on your wrists tightened just enough to remind you exactly who held the power in this room. “Let me show you exactly what I can do,” he hissed against your skin, his lips moving down to press hard, bruising kisses against the frantic pulse point of your neck. “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember what day of the week it is, let alone your own name. You want a predator? You’ve got one.”

“Yeosang—” you choked out, the mockery instantly evaporating from your tongue.

“Don’t speak,” he commanded, the velvet edge of his voice clipping your words right out of the air. He didn’t just kiss your neck; he marked it. His lips were firm, dragging a trail of heavy kisses from the soft skin beneath your ear down to the sensitive dip of your collarbone. Every time his fangs lightly grazed you, a violent, desperate shiver racked your entire frame. Your nipples, already tight and aching against the cotton of your oversized shirt, practically throbbed with the friction. Your thighs, still trapped beneath the rigid weight of his slacks, tensed instinctively. You tried to arch up, tried to grind the heavy, empty ache in your lower stomach against his lap to find some semblance of relief, but Yeosang shifted his weight, completely shutting down your movement. “Hold still. You wanted the predator, remember? A predator dictates the pace. You don’t get to move until I tell you to.”

Your cheeks were burning as you swallowed hard, your tongue darting out to wet your dry lips. “You’re... you’re still wearing your shirt,” you pointed out trying to regain a microscopic shred of your previous bravado. “Hard to be a beast when you’re buttoned up.”

Yeosang slowly released one of your wrists, though the implicit warning in his gaze kept your hand frozen on the sheet. His fingers moved down to his own collar. With a single, sharp jerk, he didn’t just unbutton the shirt—he ripped it open. The remaining buttons tore from the black silk, scattering across the bed with a series of soft, chaotic thuds, exposing the flawless, pale skin of his hard chest. “Is that better, darling?” he leaned back down, grabbed your free hand, and guided it up until your fingers touched his hard muscles. “Now, tell me exactly where you hid my ring, or I’m going to make you beg for it.” 

You stared up at him, your vision completely hazy as the cool expanse of his bare chest pressed flat against your burning skin. The contrast was too good. With your hand resting against his abdominal muscles, you didn’t want to play games anymore. The hidden daylight ring felt like a stupid, distant memory compared to the reality of him pinned over you with his shirt torn open. “It’s under the mattress,” you gasped out, completely abandoning the secret. “On your side. Under the corner. Just take it.”

A triumphant, devastating smirk cut across Yeosang’s sharp face. “Good girl.” He didn’t move to get it. He didn’t care about the ring anymore, and you both knew it. Instead, his hand slid down from your wrist, his veins-prominent fingers tangling firmly into the hem of your oversized t-shirt. With one tug, he bunched the fabric up, dragging it over your ribs and tossing it blindly off the bed. A second later, Yeosang came back down over you. Your thighs tensed, instantly flaring wide to welcome his weight as he slid perfectly between your knees. “You’re shaking,” Yeosang murmured against your lips. His fingers moved to your jaw, his grip firm, forcing you to look directly into his pitch-black eyes. “Still thinking you want someone else?”  

“Shut up,” you breathed, your fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, your hips instinctively arching up to grind against him. “Please, Yeosang, just shut up and—”

“And what?” he interrupted, his thumb pressing firmly against your bottom lip, dragging it down to expose your teeth. “You’re incredibly lucky I’m in a hurry. If I didn’t have the high-ups waiting on me, I would spend the entire day teaching you how to speak to me properly.”

You let out a frustrated, needy whine, your hips jerking up against his again. “Then stop talking and do it.”

“Oh, I am,” he purred, “but since we’re on a schedule, I’ll just have to make this efficient. And incredibly loud.” He leaned down, his lips crushing against yours in a kiss that was pure dominance. It wasn’t the gentle, romantic kissing you were used to; this was deep, and possessive. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting the frantic heat of your breath, while his large hands slid down to grip your hips, lifting you slightly off the mattress, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. Yeosang didn’t bother sliding them down. With a single, effortless twitch of his wrist, the supernatural strength of his grip flexed, and the delicate fabric tore down the seams. Before the shredded scraps of lace could even drift to the floor, Yeosang’s hand cupped your inner thigh, fingers digging in just enough to force your legs wider. He didn’t touch your wetness yet, intentionally leaving you empty, hovering right on the edge. “Look at you,” he murmured, his dark eyes staring down at where your thighs were trembling violently against his slacks. “So loud and mouthy a second ago, and now your cunt is wet, begging for me. Where did all that attitude go, darling? Did it rip along with your underwear?”

“Yeosang, please,” you whined, your previous cockiness completely evaporating as you clawed at the hard muscles of his shoulders, your hips instinctively arching up, trying to force yourself against his hand.

“Uh-uh. No moving,” he commanded, using his weight to press your hips flat into the mattress, completely immobilizing you. “You wanted to act like a brat and insult me, so now you get to lay there and wait. Every time you buck your hips without my permission, I’m adding five minutes to how long I make you wait.”

You bit your lip, a frustrated, tearful sob catching in your throat. Your core was slick, aching, and completely empty, throbbing so much that it felt like actual torture. “You said you were in a hurry,” you choked out, trying to use his own words against him.

Yeosang leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your burning ear. “I am in a hurry,” he whispered maliciously, fingers slowly tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, too close to your heat yet never touching it. “But I will gladly be late to the most important meeting of the year if it means teaching you some manners. Now... are you going to behave, or do I need to keep your hands pinned above your head the entire time?”

You bit your bottom lip so hard you could taste the faint, metallic tang of your own blood. Being so close to him, so utterly exposed and yet completely denied, was driving you absolutely insane. Your inner thighs tensed, trembling under his fingers. “I’ll behave,” you choked out, the words a total surrender. “I’ll behave, just... please.”

Yeosang’s eyes tracked the frantic rise and fall of your chest. The flush on your cheeks was beautiful crimson, and the scent of your arousal was filling the room, entirely overpowering the expensive cologne on his skin. “Good girl,” the praise was dripping with authority that offered no real gentleness. He slowly released his iron grip on your wrists, but you didn’t dare move them from above your head. You knew better. His fingers slid up the inside of your thigh, finally—finally—brushing against your slick, burning folds. A high moan escaped your throat as his fingers slid through your wetness. The sudden friction was intense, making your lower stomach cramp with pleasure. You instinctively tried to lift your hips into his hand, but Yeosang immediately growled, pressing his palm hard against your lower belly to lock you flat against the sheets. “What did I say about moving?” he hissed against your lips, his fangs grazing your skin just enough to send a thrilling spike through your veins. “Do you want me to tie your hands to the headboard?”

“No,” you whimpered, your fingers blindly clutching at the silk sheets above your head, your toes curling as he began a slow, deep rhythm with two of his fingers. He was soaking himself in you, coating his pale fingers in your heat.

“Look at how wet you are for me,” Yeosang’s voice dropped into that deep, ruined register that made you feel dizzy. “Completely ruined before I’ve even touched you. You’re lucky you smell so sweet, or I’d leave you like this all day.” He pulled his fingers out with a wet, squelching sound that made your face burn a furious red. Before you could even register the loss, Yeosang shifted his weight. His hands flew to the zipper of his slacks, freeing his heavy length. He came down over you fully, and positioned his blunt tip right at your entrance, pressing against your slick folds, threatening to tear right through whatever sanity you had left.  “Open your eyes,” he commanded, his hand gripping your jaw firmly, tilting your face up. “Watch a boring vampire take you.”

You swallowed hard, your eyes completely unfocused as his tip pressed right against your entrance. You could feel him twitching against your slick skin, and the desperate, empty ache between your thighs was screaming for him to just drive himself inside. But the barrier of his clothes was driving you insane. You hated it. You hated that he was still half-dressed, that there was expensive silk of his shirt and wool of his slacks keeping you from touching him properly while you were completely exposed and melting beneath him. Your hands flew to his shoulders, fingers frantically clawing at the sleeves of his black shirt, trying to rip the fabric away from his skin. “Clothes,” you gasped out, your voice breaking as your other hand blindly scrambled downward, clawing at the waistband of his slacks, trying to shove the heavy material down his hips. “Clothes off, Sangie... please. Let me touch you... I want to see you.”

Yeosang let out a low, mocking chuckle, he didn’t help you. Instead, he grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, easily pinning them back down to the mattress above your head, completely rendering your desperate hands useless. “Oh, absolutely not,” a devastating, cruel little smirk curved around his fangs. His dark eyes hooded as he looked down at your flushed, helpless face. “You don’t get to see me, darling. You don’t get the privilege of having me completely bare for you.”

“Why?” you whimpered, a tear of pure, frustrated desperation leaking from the corner of your eye as your hips instinctively twitched against his heavy tip.

“Because you were a rude little whore,” he whispered maliciously, leaning down until his lips were brushing against your ear, making your sensitive skin break out in goosebumps. “So this is your punishment. You get stripped bare, completely exposed, while I stay perfectly put-together. You don’t get to touch me where you want. And you definitely don’t get to call me ‘Sangie’ until you learn some manners.” To prove his point, he shifted his weight, his grip on your jaw tightening just a fraction to keep your eyes locked onto his pitch-black stare. “Now stop crying and open your legs wider for me.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, please let me touch you—”

“Too late for an apology, darling.” He didn’t give you another second. With a single, brutal tilt of his hips, Yeosang drove himself straight inside, burying his thick length into you all the way to the hilt. The ruthless entry stretched your slick walls so wide and so suddenly that a scream was ripped right out of your throat. Your back arched off the mattress, your toes curling as pleasure completely took over your body. You were entirely filled, your internal muscles desperately convulsing and clamping around his cock, squeezing his length tightly. But if you thought he was going to hold still and let you adjust, you were completely wrong. Yeosang didn’t pause for a single fraction of a second. The moment he hit your depth, he let out a dark, ragged growl against your mouth and immediately pulled back, only to slam right back into you with punishing force.

“Yeosang—wait—!” you sobbed, your head thrashing against the pillow as the overwhelming friction of his pace began to tear through your sanity.

“I told you, I’m in a hurry,” he growled, the veins along his chest and neck bulged violently. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he leaned down, chest crushing your sensitive breasts, lips pressing a hard, possessive kiss right against your trembling jaw. “Look at how perfectly you take me. You were made for this.” His thrusts were heavy, deep, and punishingly fast, his slacks-clad thighs slapping bruisingly against your bare, trembling legs with every drive. Your head thrashed against the pillow, your vision dissolving into a blur of tears and heat as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers clawed blindly at the sheets trapped beneath the weight of his hand, every single move of his hips was driving deeply into your core. The contrast of his cool, bare torso grinding against your flushed, burning skin was a sensory overload, melting whatever microscopic shred of coherent thought you had left into a puddle of pure desperation.

Yeosang looked down at you through a curtain of blonde hair, the corners of his lips were pulled back, bared fangs gleaming with venom as he watched your lips part in a string of breathless, incoherent whimpers. “Look at me.” He didn’t wait for you to comply. He released his grip on your wrists, only to slide his hand down to grab your jaw, his fingers digging into your skin to force your head back against the pillow. His other hand flew to your knee, hooking behind it and shoving your leg up, pinning it high against his ribcage to angle your pelvis perfectly for his next, devastatingly deep thrust.

“Y-Yeosang—I can’t—” you cried out, a loud, wet sob escaping your throat as he hammered into you, hitting a sensitive nerve, sending a violent, electric shockwave straight to your lower stomach.

“You can,” he hissed, his thumb pressing into your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his dark gaze. “You’re going to take every single inch of me. This is exactly what you begged for. Tell me how it feels to be handled by a vampire who doesn’t know what to do with a willing human.” The mocking, arrogant edge in his tone was the ultimate blow. You let out a broken, high-pitched moan as a sudden, intense wave of heat bloomed at the base of your spine, pressure building too fast, the friction of his pace driving you straight toward a violent climax that you couldn’t control. “Fuck—I’m going to—” you gasped, your eyes rolling back as your thighs began to shake uncontrollably against his sides.

“Not yet,” his grip on your jaw tightened just enough to pull you back from the edge. He intentionally altered his rhythm, pulling almost entirely out of your slick, swollen cunt before driving back in with a grinding slow-motion depth. “You don’t get to come until I tell you to. Hold it in.” The cruelty of the denial made tears pour freely down your flushed cheeks. He could hear the frantic, erratic stutter of your heart beating, and the power of having you completely at his mercy, totally undone by his touch, made his cock twitch. He leaned down, lips slamming back over yours in a kiss that was punishing, and utterly possessive. His tongue sweeping into your mouth to claim your desperate cries while his hips resumed that frantic, brutal pace. The slacks covering his legs chafed against your bare, sensitive inner thighs with every thrust, reminding you of what you couldn’t see, or touch. You were drowning in him, totally consumed by the strength of a vampire who had abandoned his restraint just to break your attitude. The bedroom was filled with the wet sound of his thrusts, that echoed in your ears as he relentlessly drove you closer to the peak. You were entirely at his mercy, trapped beneath his marble-cool skin, as he ruthlessly claimed every single inch of your slick, swollen heat.

Yeosang’s fangs were grazing the skin of your neck with a menacing pressure that made you whimper. He could feel the tight, erratic fluttering of your internal muscles, the desperate way your walls were spasming around him, begging for the release he was so cruelly withholding. “You’re right on the edge, aren’t you?” He suddenly slowed his pace, barely shifting inside you, keeping his thick length buried deep but entirely denying you the friction you were dying for. “So desperate,” he whispered maliciously, his pitch-black eyes drinking in your tears. “Did you learn your lesson? Tell me you’re sorry for being such a rude whore earlier.”

You sobbed, your hands blindly reaching up to grip his bicep through the fabric of the shirt, your hips instinctively twitching in a useless, frantic attempt to force him to move. “I’m sorry... I’m sorry, Sangie. Please.”

He liked the apology, but he wasn’t done playing with your obedience just yet. He reached down between your bodies, his hand sliding over your stomach to rub your swollen clit in a tight circle while his hips remained completely still inside you. The sudden friction was so intense it felt like an electric shock. He didn’t even need to thrust anymore; the rhythm of his thumb against your slick skin was a total overload to your nervous system. “Wet, desperate, and completely open for me. Is this what you want? Do you want me to put a baby in you?” 

“Yes—yes!” you sobbed out, your hips trying to buck against his stillness. “Knock me up, Yeosang... please. Put it inside me. Please, just fill me up!”

Hearing you beg for something his dead body couldn’t technically give you—yet wanting it so desperately anyway—completely shattered his remaining control. “Let it go,” Yeosang commanded, his dark eyes boring into yours, watching the exact moment your sanity shattered. “Come for me, darling.” That was the final straw. You let out a broken, wet sob as your orgasm ripped through your entire body. Your internal muscles locked down around his buried length in a grip that went on and on, shaking with the force of your own release.

The intense squeezing of your climax was the final straw for Yeosang. Moving his hand from your heat to grip your hip, he slammed into you with a frantic, punishing speed, pushing himself as deeply inside you as possible. “F-fuck... breeding you... right to the hilt...” At the exact same microsecond, the blinding rush of his orgasm sent his instincts into a total frenzy. He lunged downward, his mouth slamming against the side of your neck.

Crack.

A sharp spike of pain flashed through you as his fangs pierced clean through the soft skin of your pulse point, immediately followed by a wave of euphoria as his venom flooded your veins. You let out a loud, strangled shriek against his shoulder, your fingers clawing uselessly into the fabric of his shirt as his throat began to work. He was drinking you down, a greedy gulping sound right against your ear, pulling your hot blood into his body. Inside you, the burning volume of his release was filling you to the absolute hilt. Yeosang was completely emptying himself into you, his hips twitching while his mouth ruthlessly drained you. “Good girl... squeeze me like that... take every fucking drop...” Yeosang growled against your bloody skin, the words ruined as he muddled his release with his feeding. 

The combination of the blood loss and the intense heat filling your core was too much for your human body to process. Your vision dissolved into a beautiful, hazy blur of stars. You were completely at his mercy—being filled at one end while being drained at the other, completely claimed by him. He took three more heavy gulps of your blood before his fangs slowly slid out of your flesh. Yeosang collapsed fully against you, his heavy frame completely pinning you into the mattress. He stayed buried deep inside you, keeping you completely filled, his blonde hair damp and tangled against your neck.

The air was heavy and thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and blood. You laid completely spent, your limbs heavy and useless, your mind floating in a total, blissful, blood-loose blank. Yeosang let out a long, breathless sigh against your shoulder, his grip on your hip relaxing into a soft caress. He pulled back just enough to look down at you, his thumb gently wiping a stray tear from your cheek. His pupils were still wide, but a soft, amused, and completely satisfied smirk returned to his blood-stained lips. “Well,” he murmured, voice still incredibly deep, though a hint of his signature elegance had returned. He glanced toward the clock on the nightstand, then back down at your flushed, dazed face. “I suppose the meeting can wait another twenty minutes. But I am definitely going to need that ring now, my love.”

[spicybutterfly]

Baby, Oh Please ₊˚‧︵‿ Park Jimin

♡ Summary: Jimin, your best friend of many years, loves you with his entire being. One night when your boyfriend decides to act up again, he makes it his mission to show you why you should be with him instead.

♡ Pairing: best friend!jimin x reader

♡ Genre:  best friends to lovers, angsty with fluffy smut

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Word Count: 14.6 k

♡ Warning/Tags: explicit language, cheating, explicit sexual content 

♡ A/N: Arirang and Jimin in the Hooligan music video have awoken something feral in me :))

*Disclaimer: All characters and events portrayed in my works are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.*

Copyright © 2026 Spicybutterfly

All Rights Reserved.

As always, thank you for reading! ♡

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Your arms wrap tighter around yourself as another heavy gust of wind breezes by. Effortlessly, it sweeps a discarded plastic fast food wrapper further down the street, away from where you’re standing. Your fingers brush against the numberless goosebumps blossoming on your bare arms. The ends of your hair tickle your skin as it moves with the invisible force, grazing your shoulders and back. 

  Your chin trembles. Though not as vigorously as before, as now it’s only because of the chilled air and not anymore from your tears. Tears that dried with the wind on your cheeks, leaving behind messy streaks of mixed makeup that you spent over an hour perfecting. You can’t wait to wash your face clean.

Numerous cars speed past, music blaring through the open windows, their horns beeping. Across the street, a group of intoxicated girls around your age surrounds a stray cat, cooing and giggling as they snap countless photos, stumbling over themselves but never falling. Nearby on a short brick wall, a couple sits cuddled together, enjoying each other’s company over a shared ice cream cone. The street is littered with people all around, yet you don’t hear anything, just static filling your ears 

The restless thoughts crowding your mind drown out the sounds of the bustling street around you. 

How could such a perfect night have gone so terribly wrong?

How could he do this to you? 

How dare he do this to you, again?

Before your mind could spiral any further into a pit of distress, your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an approaching car. The hum of the tires sounded so close you couldn't ignore it. When you lift your head to see, the relief of familiarity washes over you. 

An all-black BMW, your best friend’s car, luxurious and sleek, parks in front of you, the passenger-side door only an arm's length away. You sniffle as you release yourself to readjust the strap of your bag over your shoulder. The moment the car is in park, Jimin jumps out, leaving the door open behind him and you exhale a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding in. 

You don’t know what you were so worried about, maybe because it was well into the late hours of the night and so abrupt. But Jimin always came when you called. He was always there when you needed him, no matter what.

Jimin’s eyebrows were pinched in concern, a frown present on his puffy lips. His strides were swift as he paced over to you, dense blonde hair bouncing in the wind.

 You hated seeing him so upset. More than that, you hated being the cause, which you seemed to have been a lot lately. He didn’t say anything as he approached. Instead, he grabbed the black leather jacket draped over his arm to wrap around your bare shoulders. His scent engulfed you, warm vanilla with a hint of bourbon; it settled your restless nerves. You welcomed the warmth, clutching the shoulders to secure its place over you.

With a gentle guiding hand on your lower back, he leads you over to his car, opening the passenger door for you. Still with no words exchanged between you two, you slide onto the plush, leather seat. The swift movement makes your dress ride up, and you miss the way Jimin’s eyes lock in on the exposed skin of your thighs. As quickly as it comes, he erases the thoughts with a slight shake of his head. 

 As he reaches over you to fasten your seatbelt, you toe off your high heels, strappy black stilettos, pushing them aside to make space on the floor for your aching feet. When the seatbelt clicks, signaling that you’re safely secured, you thank him barely above a whisper, him giving you a closed-lip smile in return. Once Jimin was settled in the driver’s seat, seatbelt buckled, and hands positioned at nine and three o’clock, he turns to you. 

“My place?” He asks, though he already knows the answer. You nod your agreement. 

Typically on nights like these, your best friend coming to your rescue; the car ride to his house was anything but serene. There was so much to say—too much to say. Jimin wanted to know everything, firing off questions so quick your mind could hardly formulate proper answers. And you were just as eager to spill, sparing him no specifics as you filled him in on all the infidelity details your sorry boyfriend never failed to supply. 

Not this time, though. 

The silence in the car was deafening, thick and heavy. Jimin apparently has nothing to say, and well after the night you just had, neither did you. The only noise in the car was the quiet hum of the vents, steadily blowing warm air. Shortly into the drive, you took the liberty to turn the heat on. 

 None of that bothers you, though. What bothers you is that your best friend seems…mildly irritated. He didn’t even need to say anything for you to figure it out; it was practically oozing from him.

His eyes are narrowed, zeroed in on the road, not in a focused way, more like in an "I can’t even look at you right now” way. His posture is stiff, too perfect, as his back presses firmly against his seat. His lips are pressed into a firm line, neither a frown nor a smile.

You can’t understand it. What’s there for him to be irritated about? You were the one who just caught your boyfriend cheating again. Was he upset that you called him to come pick you up? If that’s the case, he should’ve left you right there. You are more than capable of getting yourself a ride. You’re well versed in getting Ubers, and you’ve ridden the bus from time to time. Enough to know how to get home.

Fed up with the seeming silent treatment, you finally speak. “You’re not going to ask me what happened?” 

Did you mean for it to come out as bitter as it did? Maybe, maybe not. But you’re already on edge, and his lack of interest was getting on your last nerve.

There was a pregnant pause as Jimin came to a stoplight, fist tightening on the steering wheel. With a clenched jaw, his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. A telltale sign that something was bothering him. You’re almost unsure if it’s the traffic light that tints his face red or his sheer frustration.

“Do I really need to?” The bite in his words matches yours. He turns to face you full on, the most attention he’s given you the entire ride. With his tone firm and low, he snaps, “How is this time any different from the last? Or even the one before that?”

 Rather than giving him an answer, you swallow the lump in your throat, turning your body away from him to gaze out of the window. The last thing you need is to be reprimanded by your best friend. Especially considering it’s nothing you have not heard before. He should be comforting you, threatening to drive over to Theo’s right now and kick his sorry ass. Of course you would never allow that to happen. You would never want anything bad to happen to your best friend or your shitty boyfriend, but still the sentiment was nice.

You hear Jimin sigh, but he doesn’t say anything else, instead continuing the drive when the light turns green. 

Before long, you make it to Jimin’s neighborhood. With practiced ease, he navigates the familiar streets. Right at the first turn at the stop sign and continuing straight until he reaches the second-to-last house on the left.

Jimin pulls into his driveway, putting his car in park before shutting it off. For a moment neither of you says anything. Jimin exhales and lets his head fall onto the headrest. You can feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of your face, but you don’t dare to give him the eye contact he’s seeking. Your petty mind determines that he needs to feel how upset you are with him. 

When he calls your name, you roll your eyes, folding your arms over your chest. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings earl—"

“You didn’t hurt my feelings,” you lie right through your teeth, barely able to keep the tears collecting on your waterline at bay. Internally you thank the heavens above your voice didn’t tremble, a dead giveaway to your emotional despair.

For a moment your best friend does nothing. Then with not a word more to say, he pulls the key from the ignition and opens his car door. 

Shielded away from his eyes, you quickly wipe away the tears sliding down the corners of yours. Feeling pulled together enough, you take a moment to gather your purse and heels from the floor. Though, you don't bother to put your shoes back on. The distance from Jimin’s driveway to his front door is short anyway. 

Naturally, Jimin comes to open the car door for you. You shiver, greeted again by the cold air. As you exit the vehicle, you make no effort to thank him, swinging the strap of your purse back over your shoulder. From behind, you hear a sassy grumble of "You're welcome," that you choose to ignore. 

The walk from Jimin’s car to his front door feels like an eternity. From the wind blowing your hair into a tangled mess, the pebbles and rough gravel digging into the soles of your feet to the suffocating tension between you and your best friend, which you still couldn’t really understand. All you wanted to do was take a hot shower and turn your brain off for the rest of the night under a massive pile of blankets.

Jimin pulls out his key to unlock the door, and now it’s your turn to ignore the way his sharp jaw ticks. When the front door opens, the heat from inside surrounds you,  comforting you like a warm hug. You learned early on that your best friend loved to be just as toasty as you, always keeping a spare jacket or blanket around if or whenever it got too chilly. Another reason you’ve been friends for so long. You make a mental note to thank him later for turning the heat on when you're not as irritated with him. 

Your heels drop to the hardwood with a dull smack, joining a few pairs of Jimin’s piled on the floor. Your purse follows behind, on the ottoman next to the door, covered with other jackets, scarves, and things alike. Your best friend comes up beside you, discarding his own jacket and shoes.

You take notice of the comfy scene in front of you. On the couch, Jimin’s favorite blanket lies in a messy heap, like someone tossed it away in a hurry. Before the couch, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn sits in the middle of the glass coffee table, an opened can of soda beside it. In the background, the murmured chaos of an abandoned action movie, gunshots, explosions, some screaming, and then more gunshots emits from the television speakers.

The guilt that washes over you overtakes any of the irritation you felt earlier with Jimin. Once again, your tumultuous relationship has not only caused problems for you but also for the people around you.

 Of course he was upset. He had a right to be. If the roles were reversed, you’d probably be a little upset too. Lord knows how much you valued your couch potato time.

“I’m going to go wash up,” you mutter, your tone not nearly as snappy as it was before, and you don’t wait for his response as you make your way down the hall towards his bedroom. 

You close the door behind you with a heavy sigh, twisting the lever on the knob into its locked position. Guarded away from the outside, you take a moment to finally breath. Since all this shit’s transpired, you feel like you’ve been fighting for breath.

You squeeze your eyes shut and lean back. Your head thuds when it makes contact with the door behind you. In through your nose and out through your mouth. You repeat the mantra in your brain over and over. When you feel like you’ve finally caught your breath, your brain switches to autopilot. You’ve performed this exact routine far too many times. 

You reach behind yourself to tug down the zipper of your attire, a black mini dress you bought at a cute little boutique for this very date night. The piece drops, pooling at your feet. Usually you’d ask Jimin to help with the zipper, but you’re not quite ready to face him yet, and you’re sure he does not want to talk to you. Next to go are your bra and panties. The matching lace set joins your dress in the laundry hamper, which Jimin will wash for you after you’ve fallen asleep for the night like he always does.

Inside the closet in his bathroom, you grab a spare towel and washcloth stacked neatly on a shelf. You set it aside on the sink to turn on the shower, twisting the temperature dial to the hottest setting. You love showering at Jimin's; the water at home was never scalding enough for you, and the water pressure was never enough to soothe your aching muscles. Plus, his bathroom was stacked to the brim with the best of the best skincare products. You wouldn’t dare catch sight of the cheap drugstore stuff you tend to reach for in here.

As the water warms up, the bathroom fills with misty steam. From the cabinet drawer, you grab a packet of nearly empty makeup remover wipes. You don’t need to look in the mirror to know that you look a mess. Although you couldn’t even if you wanted to, the glass is all fogged up. 

Gently, you drag the wipe all over your face, making sure to reach every nook and cranny until your skin feels, for the most part, clean. You toss the wipe, soiled with pinks, brown, black, and a bit of shimmer, into the wastebin underneath the sink.

Now you’re ready to shower.

You eagerly welcome the hot water as it cascades over you, soaking every inch of your tired body. You take a moment to enjoy the feel of the water droplets raining over your skin. However, before long the steam from the shower begins to feel suffocating, and before you know it, your eyes are brimming with tears. 

With every water droplet that pelts your skin, the weight of tonight feels heavier and heavier until—

It finally breaks you.

You curl into yourself as your body is wracked by uncontrollable sobs. Instinctively, your hands come up to cover your face, slapping over your mouth, even though you’re alone in the bathroom. It feels like you’re choking on your own breath. Throat and chest burning with how hard you try to keep your sobs in.

 You need to get out of this bathroom quick.

Vision blurred from tears, you reach for your washcloth and then Jimin's body wash. You then drench the square cloth with a generous amount of soap, the scent of lavender filling the small space. You’re practically panting now. Every gasping breath triggers a new wave of tears. You press your lips together firmly until it hurts. You're known to be a loud crier, and you don’t want to alarm Jimin. 

Through it all, you scrub yourself clean, rinse, and do it again. But the icky feeling never goes away. In fact, it settles deep in the pit of your stomach and makes its home there. Weightless, you drop to the tile floor below, one hand clutching your stomach and the other over your chest right where your heart is, and you let yourself cry.

You cry until your throat is sore and until your eyes are bloodshot red. Until your wails have subsided into pathetic shuddering breaths that make your chest jerk. You cry until you can’t physically cry anymore. Until all that’s left is a soggy, heartbroken human on the wet shower floor.

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Like a zombie, you emerge from Jimin’s bedroom slowly and in desperate need of some fuel. The living room is quiet and dark when you step in. Your best friend sits with his back pressed against the couch’s arm, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. Awaiting on the television screen is the play menu for Shark Tale, your comfort movie. Two mugs of warm tea replace the popcorn and soda on the coffee table. Instantly you recognize the one on the right as yours. Jimin found it at a thrift shop years ago early into your friendship. He bought it because he said the bunny on the front reminded him of you. Eyes twinkling and cheeks round, as it sat in a patch of unruly wildflowers. You rolled your eyes playfully when he showed it to you, insisting that he keep it at his house, since you were there more than you were home anyway. 

The dragging of your footsteps alerts your best friend. He looks up from his phone, gaze sleepy as his eyes settle on you. You did your best to hide the evidence of your breakdown with what limited supplies you had. Though there was nothing you could do for your bloodshot eyes and splotchy skin. If Jimin notices your disheveled appearance, he doesn’t say anything.

Jimin sets his phone on the coffee table, patting the open spot on the couch next to him with a small smile. You join him without a second thought.

The sofa moans with your movement as you settle onto the plush cushion, grabbing the throw blanket to cover your chilly legs. Jimin’s basketball shorts didn’t offer you much coverage. You would think that after spending so many nights here, there would be something of yours to sleep in. 

Nonetheless, all you were privy to were a pair of too-short gym shorts and a shabby university t-shirt. You did find, however, in Jimin’s underwear drawer, a pair of your panties neatly folded and tucked in a corner. You were thankful for that. 

When you seem comfortable enough, Jimin uses the remote to press play. The small living room area was then filled with the sound of Shark Tale’s opening scene.

The two of you watch the movie as it plays, sipping your respective mugs of tea. It’s not nearly as tense as it was earlier, but it was still a little awkward. 

The warm beverage alleviates some of the soreness in your throat. When you're sated and cozy enough, you set the cup back in its previous place. Beside you, Jimin clears his throat. From the corner of your eye, you can see him glance at you, the TV screen, and then back at you again. You pretend to not notice him, trying your hardest to focus on the scene of Oscar being manhandled by the twin jellyfish brothers, Ernie and Bernie. 

 Another minute passes before Jimin finally decides to break the silence. His voice is steady and cautious when he turns to you and asks, “So… what did happen tonight? With Theo?”

Eyes still trained on the screen, you fiddle with the seam of the t-shirt you’re wearing, Jimin’s t-shirt. You pinch the thin fabric, flicking it back and forth between your fingers. Soon Jimin is going to have to throw this old thing out. Not only was it sporting several sizable holes, but there were loose threads everywhere.

You shrug when you say, “I thought you didn’t want to know.” 

Jimin’s exhale is loud, but his tone is still calm. “That’s not what I said, and you know it. I asked what made this time different. I feel like that’s a fair question.” You’ll give it to him; your best friend is and always has been blunt. 

With no rebuttal, you grab your mug from the table, yet you don’t take another sip from it. Instead, you rotate the ceramic in your hands, watching the liquid slosh all around. 

“He cheated on me again.” The way you say it so plainly is almost startling. 

Sadly, Jimin’s demeanor doesn’t change. That part he’s used to. He leans forward, as if to ask for further details without actually uttering a single word.

“He didn't confess it to me this time; I found out.” 

Theo was nothing if not an excellent victim player. Since the beginning of your relationship, he could never keep any of his rendezvous to himself. Before you could even begin to suspect anything, he’d be spilling his guts to you, sparing the explicit details. He’d cry like a baby, falling to his knees begging for your forgiveness, and by the end of it all, somehow you were the one with the heavy heart, apologizing for your shortcomings. 

Eyes downcast, you swallow down the lump forming in your throat. If you weren’t so focused on the dark-colored liquid in your mug, you would see the way Jimin freezes, his face morphing into pure disgust. 

“Well,” you correct yourself, your voice going a little shaky, “I snatched his phone before he could delete anything. But yeah, I found the messages. All of them.” 

Against you will, your mind travels back to earlier in the night. 

Your boyfriend had invited you out to dinner, a way to make it up to you for standing you up a few nights ago. There was this new restaurant in town that you’d been begging him to go to. But each time you’d ask, he would always decline, claiming that it was too expensive even though you were usually the one who paid for your meals. That’s why when he told you your dinner would be at this restaurant, you were overjoyed. 

In the beginning, the dinner went wonderfully. The ambiance was romantic, live music playing in the background and a lit candle separating you two on the table. You hadn’t argued at all leading up to the dinner. Not when you took a little longer to get ready, not when you put the restaurant’s address into the GPS wrong (507, not 501), and not even when you couldn’t decide what you wanted to eat. 

Everything was perfect, until it wasn’t. 

You see, your boyfriend was not the sharpest tool in the shed. Like an idiot, he left his phone faced down on the table, and throughout the night it rang and rang with incoming calls, messages, and you’re pretty sure emails. This wasn’t uncommon. Your boyfriend works a taxing job. His phone was always going off as he needed to be available whenever. In fact, you wouldn’t have suspected a thing if it weren’t for the guilty looks he’d send your way every time the device sounded with a new message. 

You grew fed up with his suspicious actions and snatched the phone from the table. He tries to reach for it but backs off when he gathers the attention of a couple of onlookers. 

The contact name on the phone screen is visible, Jerry’s Pizza, but the message was hidden behind a passcode. 

You tongue the inside of your bottom lip, fury clouding your mind. “Why the fuck is Jerry’s Pizza texting you at,” you look towards the clock at the top of the screen. “Nine p.m.?”

He huffs like he has the nerve to be upset. “It's probably just some promo stuff.” 

This man must think you’re stupid. “What’s the passcode, Theo?”

Your boyfriend drops his fork, and the metal utensil clashes onto the porcelain. He leans back in his chair with a smug look on his face. “Are we seriously doing this right?” 

You swallow, teeth clenched when you hiss, “Unlock it.”

“God _____, seriously. We’re having a good night; don’t let your insecurities ruin it.”

“Unlock the fucking phone now, or we’re done!”

When he finally does give you the passcode, you’re disappointed but not surprised. You scuff and shake your head as you read the many messages from one of the many girls he’s been hooking up with. "Unfuckingbelievable."

Fresh tears sting your eyes. “God, Jimin. They were so fucking filthy. I…I didn’t even know," you stop yourself, shaking your head. “I’ve never heard him say things like that before.”

The look on Jimin’s face portrays exactly what he feels for you. He scoots closer to grab the mug from your shaky hands, setting it on the coffee table. Hands now free, he interlocks his fingers with yours as you continue.

That familiar wave of emotion bubbles up inside, just as furious as before. You can barely speak now, choking on your own words when you say, “Th-they were t-talking about me in them—" you end in a hitched breath. 

Jimin pulls you into him as you succumb again to your tears. He engulfs you with his embrace, shushing your cries and petting your hair. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anymore.” Your best friend rocks you both back and forth, calming you with words of comfort.

He holds you as you cry, soaking the front of his shirt with your pain. He doesn’t say anything, letting you release it all. You calm down after a while and separate from him. 

Jimin leans towards you and cups your cheeks in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. In turn, you grab his wrists, seeking his comfort and closeness. “God _____," he shakes his head, face full of nothing but sorrow. “Honey, I’m so sorry.” 

It’s your turn to shake your head now. “Not, not your fault,” you hiccup as you try to catch your breath. 

Jimin calls your name once, and then again. When you finally open your eyes, his are pleading with yours. Briefly, your heart stutters. 

His palms cup your cheeks. “Listen to me. Theo is a fucking idiot. He does not deserve you. He never did.” When new tears fall, he wipes those away too. 

Jimin releases a devastating sigh, shaking his head. “I hate that this happened to you.” He swallows thick, and there’s a hopeful gleam in his eyes. “I’m just relieved you’re finally leaving him.”

His words knock you back into reality. You blink, eyes flickering away from his to stare down at the couch instead. Instinctively, your bottom lip makes its home between your teeth. 

Jimin frowns, immediately taking note of the hesitation swimming in your features.

 “_____?” he calls, in the exact tone your mother uses when she suspects you’re hiding something from her (she’s usually right). He leans forward, attempting to regain your eye contact, and you dodge his brown orbs. “You are leaving him after this, right?” 

You don't say anything. You don’t have the courage to lie right to his face, or even tell him the truth, for that matter. 

Jimin’s exhale is long and tired. He then closes his eyes and slowly nods twice. Bitter understanding. 

The light-haired man leans away from you, removing his hands from your face. Instinctively, you reach out for him, hands hovering in midair, but he makes no effort to appease you.

Jimin drags a hand down his face, and it makes his eyebrow hairs go askew. “Please tell me that this is some sick joke, that you’re not actually thinking about taking him back after this.” 

You press your lips into a firm line. The agitation inside of you is and has been steadily building. It bubbles up and overflows when you say, “Everybody fucks up, Jimin. Some people are just better at hiding it.” 

Jimin scuffs as he shakes his head, standing up from the sofa. Running both hands through his hair, he chuckles in disbelief. The hollow, humorless rumble sends a shiver down your spine.

 "Unfuckingbelievable,” he unknowingly echoes the same word you said earlier in the night. “I can’t believe you’re making excuses for him. Still!” 

You shoot up too, quick and agitated, planting your hands on your hips. “All relationships have their problems, Jimin! That’s just the way it is. When I go home, we’ll talk, and I’ll fi—we'll fix it. We always do.” There’s uncertainty in the way you say it. Like you’re trying to convince yourself as well as him.

The sour look he’s giving you right now makes you want to flick his forehead, dead right in the center where that stupid vein is protruding. 

“God, I didn’t come here for a damn lecture. I would’ve gone to my parents’ for all that.” Jimin shrugs at you like he doesn’t care, and you know he doesn’t. It pisses you off even more.

Anyone who knows Jimin knows that your best friend is a caring man. A kind, gentle soul, as your mother liked to call him. He wouldn’t hesitate to give the shirt off his back to his greatest enemy (which he does not have) if they were in need. That’s just the type of person your best friend was. The love that Jimin had for you was undeniable. You know he’d do anything for you because he’s proven it to you time and time again. But you learned quickly in your friendship that Jimin tolerates bullshit from no one. He has had no problem with putting anyone in their place, including you. Particularly when it came to your unstable relationship. 

 Your glare is harsh, words provoking when you spit, "Especially not one coming from you.” 

Jimin’s eyebrows shoot so far up, they're nearly hidden by his grown-out bangs. He smirks like he’s ready for a challenge. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

This time, you shrug. “You’re in no position to be passing judgments on my relationship, considering your track record.” The words tasted just as bitter leaving your mouth as they did hearing them said aloud. 

Jimin’s expression turns stone cold, but his smirk doesn’t waver. “My track record.”

You don’t spare him an opportunity to clapback. If you were judging correctly, you had the upper hand in this argument, and you needed to keep your momentum. 

“Don’t even pretend to be shocked, Mr. ‘I can’t keep a girl longer than a week before I’m bored and ready to hop on the next available piece of ass.

Jimin doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you can see his Adam's apple bobble when he swallows. “It’s like that, huh?”

“Oh, it’s exactly like that. You’re no better than he is."

You should’ve known you were in trouble when his smirk grew wider. “You see, that’s where you’re wrong, _____,” he taunts, wagging his pointer finger at you. It triggers your eye twitch. 

“I've treated every single booty call better than that man has ever treated you since you started dating.” He points an accusatory finger at you. “Unlike your shitty boyfriend, I know how to properly conduct myself.” 

Your jaw is clenched tight, and your eyes are narrowed into furious slits. “Bullshit.” He takes a step closer to you, and your stance is unwavering. “Yeah?”

"Yeah, Jimin, that’s bullshit, and you know it. I’ve seen how you treat those girls. Love them one day, fuck them the next, and then you're done, ready for a new one. It takes a dog to know one, Jimin,” you retort, arms folded over your chest with an eyebrow arched. 

“Don’t even pull that shit with me, _____. I make sure whoever I’m dealing with knows exactly what they’re getting into. They knew that being in a relationship was not my end goal. I just wanted to fuck around, and they were fine with that.” 

You scuff. “And they were fine with you just dropping them for the next, like it’s nothing!?”

Jimin laughs high and loud, though there’s no humor behind the sound. His eyes are blown wide, both hands in his hair. He looks exactly how you feel, crazy.

“God _____! What don’t you understand? I’m fucking single; I can do that! Your boyfriend is not! But for some reason he acts like he is!” Jimin’s words are booming, bouncing off the living room walls between you. Pretty soon you think the neighbors will come knocking with the police, and you hope that doesn’t happen because the elderly couple next door is very sweet.

The shock on your face had to be laughable. Throughout your entire friendship, Jimin has never raised his voice at you, not once. 

How dare he yell at you like that? You aren’t a child!

 Your mouth flies open, ready to shoot back with something, anything just from the sheer volume of his voice. But just as quickly as your lips fall open, they shut. Jimin’s words settle over you like ice, cooling down your temperament as your brain processes what he’s saying.  

There’s practically smoke coming from Jimin’s ears as he continues. “I’ve never kept anyone on edge all day waiting for a simple text to let them know I’m okay. Nor have I played on their insecurities to better justify my own. I’ve never fucked someone else while I was dealing with another woman, even if we weren't in a committed relationship because I’m a decent human being.” 

Your heart hammers in your chest as you shift your gaze away from his to your sock-clad feet. A silent admittal of defeat, but Jimin doesn’t stop.

“I don’t make them feel worthless, like they aren’t my equal, like I’m more deserving of respect." He comes in closer, so close that you can feel his breath on your face with every word. “How dare you even have the audacity to compare me to him? You couldn’t count on him to attend his own funeral. But who’s always there when you need them?” 

You don’t dare answer. 

“Me! I’m there! Every late-night call, every text message, every single time you need me, I’m always there. Always! Picking up the broken pieces that he leaves behind without a single fuck given.” 

With an icy glare, he leans in until the tips of your noses are nearly touching. “I’m not anything like him. I’ll never be.” 

You exhale the breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding as Jimin brushes past you, just barely missing your shoulder. He’d never hurt you deliberately, no matter how upset with you he is. Though you kind of wish he did. After the unjustified nasty attitude you’ve had with him tonight, you kind of wish he would just curse you out a little, throw you a few extra insults, and send you home to your cheating boyfriend. Then perhaps his compassion wouldn’t make you feel so sick to your stomach. 

Maybe that’s the exact thinking that’s gotten you into this mess in the first place. 

What are you supposed to do now? 

“Fuck,” you exhale with your head tossed back.

 At this angle, you’re face to face with the popcorn ceiling. God, you hate popcorn ceilings; they remind you of long, humid summer nights at your grandma’s unair-conditioned house in the country. Feeding feisty chickens and milking cows for two and a half months straight.

It makes your neck ache, but in this position on the edge of the couch, you ponder. Not just about your argument with Jimin, but everything you’ve been through. The disaster of tonight, your entire relationship with Theo, and all the lying, cheating, and sneaking. The heartbreaks he puts you through time and time again. Then finally your friendship with Jimin. Seemingly the only piece of stability in your life for God knows how long. 

You think about it all until the credits of your abandoned comfort movie start rolling. Begrudgingly, you reach over to grab the t.v. remote, shutting off the device with a simple click of a button. Instantly, darkness engulfs the living room. Briefly, you ponder sleeping right there on the couch, but you know your back would hate you for it, and more importantly, you need to fix this mess with Jimin. You don’t want to, but you make the short trek back toward the room at the end of the hall. 

You stop just before the doorway, peering into the bedroom. The courage you built up suddenly depleted. 

Moonlight streams in through the cracked blinds, the only source of light, neatly illuminating the room in linear streaks. Jimin sits on the edge of the bed with his head hanging low, drained, between his shoulders, elbows planted firmly on his knees. The long sleeves of his shirt are rolled up now, exposing the veins in his forearms that jump with every clench of his fingers. You’re not sure how long he’s been sitting like that, but it looks like he hasn’t moved in a while.

Through his long bangs, you can see the worn expression on his face—eyes squeezed shut, nibbling at both lips. Your heart shatters at the sight. For a moment, it feels like he’s the one that’s just been cheated on, not you. 

You take in a deep breath as you step into the dark bedroom. The floorboards creak beneath you, alerting Jimin of your presence. His keen sense of hearing. Like a hawk stalking its prey, Jimin’s gaze never falters as he watches, silently calculating your every move. Are you coming as a friend or a foe ready for more? 

Though uninvited, you settle onto the made bed next to him. You inhale deep through your nose. The faint scent of the lavender shower gel you used earlier still lingers in the air. 

“I’m sorry,” you start. You wait for a moment, giving Jimin the opportunity to say anything, but he lets you continue. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting towards you.” You shake your head. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Jimin. You didn’t deserve any of it. I—" You pause, rapidly blinking away unshed tears. Dammit, you’ve already cried so much tonight; you don’t feel like another headache.

Jimin grabs your open palm lying between you and gives your hand an encouraging squeeze. It gives you the strength to finish. “I shouldn't have been so snappy with you tonight, especially since you were just trying to help me.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “And I’m genuinely sorry for always dumping my bullshit relationship problems onto you. It’s not fair. I—I don’t know.”

 You shake your head, squeezing Jimin’s hand in return. “I just want you to know that I really, really do appreciate everything that you do for me. I know that I don’t show it enough, and I apologize for that.” A lone tear tickles your cheek as it trails down your face, soaking a tiny spot on your t-shirt. You wipe away the wetness with your free hand. “From the bottom of my heart, I love you, Jimin, so so much.” 

You don’t possess a way with words like Jimin does. That silent charm that wraps people in comfort, alleviating any and all of their worries. Your only hope is that Jimin can at least feel what you’re trying to convey.

“I love you too,” he whispers, his voice watery and thick. You don’t doubt a single word. “But that’s not why I’m upset.” Your brows knit together in confusion. 

Jimin looks off to the side, like he’s carefully contemplating what he’s trying to express. “I’m not upset with you for needing me, _____. I’d never be upset because of that. We lean on each other; we support each other. That's what makes us a team. There have been plenty of times when you’ve been there for me too. It’s what we do.” 

You shake your head. “I don’t...”

Jimin sighs, clenching his pants at the knee. What he wants to say sits at the tip of his tongue. His tone is firm when he declares, “Theo does not deserve you.”

You close your eyes as you nod your agreement. “I know that, Jimin.”

“But do you though? Seriously, _____. I don’t think you do.” 

"I do, Jimin. I know, I really do. I'm—"

 “Can’t you see that my heart is broken for you?" 

Any excuse you had ready for him dies right there in your throat. You blink your eyes open, and when you look at him, really look at him, it’s all you can see.

 It’s written in the way his shoulders slump with defeat. The way he fiddles with his fingers clasping and unclasping his hands. It’s in the way his chocolatey brown eyes, usually warm and inviting, are downcast and wet with unshed tears. In fact, you can barely keep his gaze because the emotion there is so intense. 

 “Throughout your entire relationship, I’ve watched you be there for him, constantly giving him your all until there is nothing left. And at the end of the day, what does he leave you with?”  

Your best friend doesn’t wait for you to answer.

Jimin scuffs, dark espresso eyes shiny with tears. “Agony. Insecurities that eat at you every day _____.” He clutches his shirt, right where his heart is. “It devastates me.”

Fuck, how could you have been so blind? So wrapped up in your own problems that you failed to notice how it was affecting Jimin. He has always felt so deeply. Of course, when you’re hurt, he hurts too. 

“Why do you love him?” 

Like a fish out of water, your mouth opens and shuts, only able to produce  stuttering breaths. 

The next question that comes from him is barely above a whisper. “Why can’t you leave him?”

"Because—" The word rushes out of you quicker than your mind could process it. Your eyes bulge as you slap your hands over your mouth.

“Because what?” He rushes, successfully tugging your hands away from your face. 

You pinch the frayed hem of your t-shirt. “Forget it, Jimin. It’s nothing.”

Your best friend shakes his head, his thick hair moving with him. “Don’t do that. Tell me. Please, _____.” 

  You try to fight it, you really do, because once you say it, there’s no going back. It’ll become real, and it won’t just belong to you anymore. It sits on the tip of your tongue, waiting for the perfect moment to break free. 

When Jimin calls your name, you look up to meet his gaze. His eyes are pleading with yours, filled with misery as they silently beg for an answer. “Please.”

Fuck it. If there’s anyone in this world you could spill your deepest secret to, it would without a doubt be Jimin. One of the few people on this world who you trust wholly.

“Because Jimin, if I leave him, then who’s going to love me?” 

It grows silent, as if your words shatter the tension in the air surrounding you.

To finally say it aloud feels like a major relief. A thousand-pound weight being lifted off of your shoulders. Consequently, at the same time, there’s a dreadful sinking feeling deep within you. A sick feeling that you've been trying to fight for too long. The admission was devastating but desperately needed. Maybe now, the journey to solving the root of this vulnerability can finally begin.

Jimin’s lips pull into a deep frown before he whispers your name. “Is that…really what you think? That you’re unloveable?”

If there was one thing Theo knew how to do well, it was keeping you humble. It started off subtle. A joke or two here and there, always defining him as the central point of your life. You’d laugh it off every time, never quite able to detect the subliminal honesty. For a while, it continued on like that, until it built into something blatant. 

It didn’t take long for you to actually start believing that. No other man in their right mind would want a woman so damaged by their own insecurities. You thought that he truly was the sole person that you could rely on. Thankfully, Jimin was always there to prove him wrong at least a little. But, as far as romance went, forget it. There was no one better for you than him. 

You chuckle solemnly. “No one is going to put up with me, Jimin." 

Your best friend sighs. He lets go of your hand, standing from the bed. For a moment, you think he’s ready for another fight. But you don’t have it in you to argue again. Much to your surprise, he gets down on one knee and then both, kneeling down in front of you. 

 A startled gasp sneaks through your lips. “Uh, Mini?” you whisper, slightly panicked.

Jimin grasps both of your hands in his. He licks his bottom lip, and your eyes follow the pink of his tongue. “Let me,” he whispers, a determined look in his eyes. 

You blink dazedly at him. “What?”

“Let me love you." He confirms exactly what you thought he said. “Just for tonight.” 

You sputter, pulling back slightly, though you don’t let go of his hands. “Jimin, that’s not—" You shake your head. “Do you know what you’re asking? Where’s this even coming from?”

Jimin chortles, rubbing the backs of your hands with his thumbs. "It's always been there. From the moment we met, I knew I wanted you. But at that time, I was in no place to be in a relationship.” 

You arch a brow. “And now you are?”

“Shut up." Jimin nudges your knee as you bite down on your bottom lip, suppressing your grin.

“I’m not asking for a relationship.” He then wiggles his eyebrows at you when he says, “At least not right now anyway.” 

Jimin squeaks when you dig your socked toe into the meat of his thigh. He grips your foot in his hand, restricting you from delivering anymore nudges. 

“Be serious,” you chide, even though the smile on your lips has spread wider. “Are you… really into me?”

Jimin grins, his pretty teeth on full display. “In more ways than one. All I need is one night. One night to give you what you truly deserve. Let me love you how you should’ve been a long time ago.”

The thrill that bubbles up inside you is dangerous. It’s a foreign feeling, one that you don't recall ever experiencing before. But, oh, it is so welcomed. Then, a sudden wave of realization halts your excitement. A major bump in the road. 

Your boyfriend.

You almost don’t want to say it, afraid that it might ruin the exhilaration in the air. The question comes out strained with a touch of hesitancy. “What about Theo?” 

But Jimin shrugs like he doesn’t have a single care in the world. “What about him? He’s had his fun.” 

Jimin lets go of your hands, and you frown at the loss of contact. It’s short-lived, however, when his firm grip takes hold of the backs of your legs, making you gasp. 

His breath hitches at the sound of your satisfaction when he caresses you there, thumbs working overtime to unknot your tense muscles. You sigh, relaxing under his touch. Slowly, as if time isn’t of the essence, he runs his hands all the way down your legs until his fingertips reach the heels of your feet. At the same leisurely pace, he drags his digits up until they brush over your inner things, bunching up the thin material of your basketball shorts. 

 “Isn’t it time you have a little of your own?”

You have to consider Jimin’s words carefully. There’s so much at stake if you agree. For one, your friendship with Jimin will never be the same. Though you suppose, he kind of set that in motion already with his little impromptu love confession. 

The greatest damage done will be to your relationship. No matter how you try to spin it, sleeping with Jimin tonight will make you a cheater, betraying your boyfriend in the same way that has left you with a sizable hole in your heart. 

Won’t that just make you a hypocrite in the end? Did you even have that kind of promiscuity in you?

Apparently it lied dormant inside you, because as quickly as the doubt comes, it dissipates. Just like that, your mind rationalizes the decision. 

What’s the harm in indulging for just one night? After all, it’ll be with your best friend, someone you’ve known for years and trust with your life. Not with some random man you met at some sketchy club or bar.

 If Theo can do it, why can’t you?

Instead of using words to respond, you let your body do the talking. With ease, you wrap your legs around his middle, pulling your best friend forward. Jimin lets out a surprised huff as he collides with your front, his face mere centimeters from your braless breasts. The surprise on his face is quickly replaced with enthusiasm as he admires the pillowy mounds displayed casually in front of him. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, and with as much courage as you could muster, you simply request, “Show me.” 

The grin that breaks out on Jimin’s face is infectious. A manifestation of pure joy. Thinking back as hard as you can, you can’t remember a recent time when you’ve seen him look so happy. 

He takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, hooded gaze flickering from your eyes then to your mouth and back to your eyes again. His thumb sits there for a moment, caressing your skin as his eyes scan across your face in a way that you could only describe as admiring. When he seems fulfilled enough, Jimin tilts your face down, guiding you towards him, and you let your eyes flutter shut. As the anticipation builds, your heart hammers beneath your ribcage. You can practically hear the thumping in your ears. 

But then there’s a pause so pregnant that it has you blinking your eyes open in confusion. If you weren’t nervous before, you certainly were now. Did you do something wrong?

You pull back slightly, just enough so that you can see Jimin’s face. Your best friend looks slightly hesitant. A gleam of uncertainty shines in his brown orbs, like he can’t believe you actually said yes. 

“Jimin,” you urge, the tenderness in your voice easing his nerves, and you try your hardest to ignore yours. “Kiss me, please.” 

The blonde man doesn’t need any further encouragement. Jimin closes the small gap between you, slotting his mouth together with yours. 

This is not the first time you and Jimin have kissed. That was years ago, back in your freshman year of college in your tiny dorm room after too many shots of illegally purchased Fireball. Surprisingly, even with your heavily intoxicated mind, you remember that day like it happened yesterday. The way you could barely keep yourselves upright, your bodies feeling too heavy and sluggish. Or how you both giggled and bantered throughout the entire ordeal, the alcohol refusing to let you take it seriously. 

You just don’t remember it feeling so damn good.

Jimin’s lips are soft when they press to yours, coated in a thin layer of chapstick. He takes his time when he kisses you like he’s always wanted to. Every peck, brush, and pressure was deliberate. Slow and searing. He needed to savor the moment, afraid of what he might miss if he went too fast. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been kissed like this before. 

With an unprecedented eagerness, you welcome the taste of him, a faint raspberry with a hint of mint. His favorite herbal tea. The same kind he always made for you after a taxing night. The plush feel of his lips has you humming in satisfaction, legs squeezing tighter around his middle. Jimin grunts, fingertips gripping the soft flesh of your thighs. 

Together, your lips work in near-perfect harmony, trading almost silent gasps and breathless sighs between each other. Noting what you liked, what you loved, and what you could probably do without. 

Jimin presses into you firmer, the hand holding your chin coming up to cradle the back of your neck. He licks at your bottom lip, begging for entry that you so graciously grant, letting your mouth fall open wider. The wet muscle of his tongue glides expertly over yours, and your nipples perk beneath your t-shirt. With every breath you take, the sensitive buds press harder into your best friend’s chest. 

Jimin's free hand grips your hip to pull you impossibly closer. A shudder wracks your body when your covered center unexpectedly meets the solid muscle hidden under his shirt. The corners of his lips twitch upwards into a smirk, clearly enjoying the evident effect he has on you.

"Damn." Jimin pulls back with a wet smack, gasping for breath. Brain foggy from the kiss, you chase his mouth with yours, craving the feel of him back on you. Jimin waits until you’re close, and then he pulls back. The groan you emit signifies your displeasure, letting your mouth fall into a frown.

He giggles at your enthusiasm, and he shakes his head naughtily at you. You lick your lips as you watch him with what you’re sure are hungry eyes. 

Jimin reaches a hand behind him, gripping the collar of his shirt. With a quick tug, he pulls the garment over and off, tossing it somewhere on the floor behind him. 

You lean back on your hands, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. The mattress sinks under your palms with the weight. Unabashedly, you take in the sight of your best friend, scanning over the muscled, toned lines that define his body. An appreciative hum tumbles past your lips, and you nod your approval. 

Has your best friend always been so ripped? 

Jimin chuckles at your reaction. A quick brush of his fingers pushes his thick bangs off of his forehead, leaving his blemish-free skin on full display.

“Like what you see?” He asks breathily, even though he already knows the answer. Under the basketball shorts, his fingers trail up and down the sides of your bare thighs. The ticklish sensation makes you tremble just slightly. 

“Mm, not too bad." You feign nonchalance and shrug, eyeballing the necklace adorning his thick neck. You can’t wait to have the shiny silver dangling over your face when he fuc—

“Ow!” You yelp when Jimin pinches the skin there, not enough to leave a mark but just enough for you to feel it. 

He pulls you in close again, your foreheads nearly touching. “Watch yourself,” he warns in a firm whisper, thumb caressing the tender spot. His warm breath hits your chin with every word. “Or you won’t get to have any fun later.” 

His words, the tone he used with you, almost sounded…mean? But for some strange reason it doesn’t alarm you. In fact, it might’ve even turned you on a little if the wet patch forming in your panties was anything to go by. 

Jimin captures you in another passionate kiss, this one more dynamic than the first. He wastes no time slipping his tongue back in, licking and sucking his presence in your mouth. A gentle hand cradles the back of your head, pulling you in close and keeping you there. You keep up as best as you can, mirroring his actions with your own. You may not be as experienced as Jimin, but the way he was gripping every part of you—your shirt, the back of your neck, and your hands—desperate to keep you close reassures you that you were doing just fine. 

Every brush of his lips, flick of his tongue, and airy whine from his mouth smothered by yours makes you dizzier by the second. 

When you both pull back, lungs burning from your lack of oxygen, breathy pants fill the warm, quiet air. You were virtually frozen earlier, but the bedroom has grown far too hot now. 

“Fuck,” Jimin groans. He smiles unbelievably to himself, shaking his head. “There’s so much I want to do with you tonight.” Like a bobble head, you nod in certain agreement. He then captures your eyes in a heated gaze, the hunger in his eyes undeniable. He licks at his kiss-swollen lips, and your eyes follow every movement. 

“Can I take care of you? Will you let me, baby?”

“Yes, yes, please.” 

Jimin’s chuckle sends a delighted shiver down your spine. Taking the hem, he frees you from the confines of your t-shirt, pulling the fabric off of you with ease. When he tosses it, it lands somewhere on the bed behind you. 

Your nipples stand firm and proud, already pebbled from your heated kiss with Jimin. He practically salivates at the sight of them, running the wet muscle of his mouth back and forth over his plump bottom lip. You know that he’s always been a boobs man, but the fact that your boobs were the cause of his content had a bit of pride swelling in your chest. It feels incredible to be wanted so unabashedly.

Jimin reaches up, his hand hovering over your left breast. “May I?” He asks, eyes flickering up to gauge your reaction. 

You swallow down your anticipation. “If you don’t, I feel like I might explode.”

Jimin hums, and his smile is sincere. “We can’t have that now, can we?"

You sigh, breath stuttering when he strokes his thumb over your erect nipple. With his other hand, he cups your right breast. Heavy and squishy, it fills his left palm, your stiff bud grazing his skin. When he squeezes your boob, gentle and cautious, your thighs squeeze together in response, the dull ache between your legs becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore. 

“Beautiful,” Jimin whispers, pinching the hardened peak with his thumb and pointer finger. You don’t say anything; you can’t say anything with how hard you’re biting down on your bottom lip. Your best friend leans down to pepper a trail of kisses across the plane of your chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He then flattens his tongue, licking a stripe between the valley of your breasts, and blows on the wet skin. You cradle the back of his head, tangling your fingers in the blonde locks. 

“Oh!” you gasp when he engulfs your nipple with the wet warmth of his mouth, reflexively tugging at his hair. Jimin groans from the action, the vibrations from his delight traveling from your nipple straight down to your cunt. His tongue flicks in rapid successions over your nipple before circling your areola. In his other hand, he rolls and tugs your right nipple, still pinched between his fingers. 

The simultaneous assaults on your sensitive buds have your head reeling. The discomfort between your thighs was no longer dull but immense. Your pussy flutters around nothing, steadily soaking your panties with arousal.

“Jimin,” you mewl, eyes slamming shut when his teeth graze just barely over your stiff peak. When he sucks, the pressure creates stars beneath your eyelids. Your mouth drops open in a silent gasp, eyebrows pinching together. It makes your spine arch, further thrusting your chest into his mouth.

Your breast bounces back into place when he releases your nipple from his mouth. Every quick breath from his mouth cast over your stiff peak, chilling the wet, heated skin. 

You take a moment to catch your breath, but as soon as you inhale, the air is knocked from your lungs again when he sucks the skin of your left breast into his eager mouth. Pleasure explodes over your breast as Jimin marks you with his love bite. Satisfied with his work, he kisses the prominent bruise before he sucks your left nipple into his mouth, giving it the same attention as he did the first. 

Squirming under his keen affection, your hips jut forward to collide with his abs. It offers a brief smidge of relief, but not nearly enough. The ache emitting from your center was absolutely unbearable. Trapped behind too many layers of clothing, your clit was begging to be rubbed. 

You loosen your grip on the comforter, snaking your hand between your bodies down toward your wetness. Just as your fingers breach the waistband of your shorts, Jimin captures your wrist in his hand before interlocking his fingers with yours. You cry out in frustration, and you feel Jimin smirk around a mouthful of your tit. When he releases your nipple with a wet pop, a thin string of his saliva connects you.

It continues on like that for what feels to you like forever. Jimin ravages your breasts, alternating between your nipples, licking, sucking, and nibbling to his heart’s content. Hickeys now litter your chest, a bold yet beautiful display of his insatiable desire. You won’t dare to wear any low-cut top or dress for at least a week. By the end, your cunt is still untouched and practically weeping, confined by your soaked panties and basketball shorts.

When Jimin is finally satisfied, he releases your tit, and your chest is wracked with heaving breaths. He leans forward to peck you once on the lips and then once more. “Lie back,” he whispers against your lips, a hand on your shoulder guiding you to lay flat on his bed. You follow his command, maneuvering so that you’re in a comfortable position on his bed. You’re not quite sure what to do with your hands, letting them rest on your stomach. 

Jimin hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, tugging them past the thickness of your thighs then down the rest of your legs. On the floor, they drop in a heap in front of him. 

A sharp intake of breath comes from Jimin, and you prop yourself up on your elbows. Your best friend, still on his knees before you, is face to face with your panty-clad pussy. That sinful tongue of his makes another appearance, and you make a mental note to buy him a new chapstick later. 

When he whistles appreciatively, your body flushes. “Damn,” he mutters, a finger tracing down your slit. The wet fabric sticks uncomfortably to your skin, molding itself to the shape of your slick folds.

 “You’re soaked, baby.” Jimin leans down to plant a firm kiss on your lips, and when he realigns himself, there's a slight sheen coating his mouth. 

“Jimin,” you whine, coated with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He’s got you leaking like a fucking waterfall, and all he’s done was play with your tits. 

“Okay, okay,” Jimin chuckles, finally removing your panties from your hips. The dampened fabric joins your bottoms on the floor. You shudder, wet skin greeted by the warm bedroom air. 

 “Hush your whining.” 

Without warning, he licks a slow, broad stripe up your slit, stopping just below your needy clit. Along the way, he collects your juices on his tongue, savoring the heady taste. A strangled moan escapes you as your head falls back between your shoulders. 

Jimin groans from the sheer taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut. His tastebuds are trembling with delight. You’re more delectable than he could have ever imagined. He’s positive he can never eat another pussy ever again; he doesn’t want to eat another pussy ever again. Your juices have saturated his tongue, forever claiming his mouth as yours. 

Jimin grips the meat of your thighs, pushing them up to your chest to allow himself a clear shot at your pussy. You hook your hands underneath your knees, keeping the position he put you in. It gives you the perfect view to watch Jimin feast on your weeping sex.

His smirk is dangerous when he purrs, “Hold on tight, pretty.” 

He wastes no time burying himself between your thighs, moaning when your essence graces his tongue again. You cry out, toes curling when the thick muscle flicks over your winking entrance. 

“Oh fuck, fuck!” Your eyes flutter shut, rolling behind your closed eyelids. 

His mouth works diligently against you, his wet tongue heavy as it drags over and then through your folds, further soaking your wetness with his saliva. The sound of it is vulgar, reminiscent of someone mixing a larger bowl of mac and cheese. It makes you gasp, body heated in a blush. 

"Yes, Jimin," you shiver, elbows going shaky beneath you. Your fingers grip where you hold your shaky legs up for him, crescent moon shapes indenting your skin. Jimin hums, sucking your labia into his heated mouth. Your hips buck once, twice, and he releases them with a wet pop. 

You fall back against the plush bed, arms weakened by the immense pleasure. Your hips have a mind of their own, canting forward chasing the euphoric feeling of his mouth, and he so graciously gives it to you. Your breathing is shattered. Shaky moans and excitable squeals tumble past your parted lips, echoing off the walls of his once quiet bedroom. 

Jimin flattens his tongue, shaking his head from side to side. His mop of fair hair, gone messy from your tugging, tickles your inner thighs with the movement. He eats your pussy like a man starved. Like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have on this Earth. Even when his face is stuffed in your heat, his senses completely overtaken by the smell, feel, and taste of you, he can’t fucking get enough. He doesn’t think he ever will.

Every flutter of your empty walls sends another syrupy gush of your arousal, soaking his face and the bedsheets beneath you. You can hardly breathe as Jimin drinks you up, taking everything you give him, his lips greedy when it slurps at your leaky opening. 

It's so messy and so fucking wet.

When Jimin pulls away, his mouth and chin are shiny with his efforts. He sighs  contentedly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, panting like he’s the one getting the best head of his life instead of you. He breathes, “You’re so juicy, baby.” 

Hypnotized by you, he delves back in, effortlessly parting your folds with his soaked tongue, licking up and down, up and around, but never where you need him the most. Where your ache is the most ferocious.

“Jimin,” you practically sob, heart hammering in your chest. Unshed tears have begun to collect at your waterline. God, it was good, so fucking good, but you might die if he doesn’t get his mouth on your clit soon. 

“Please, I-I need,” but you break off into a choked whine when his nose bumps your clit, the only bit of stimulation it’s gotten all night. 

Jimin detaches from your pussy with a wet pop. Hooded eyes glance up to meet yours. There's a hint of a smirk on his lips. The corners of his mouth lifted just barely. He was clearly enjoying the torture he was putting you through. 

“What was that, baby?” 

"My," you plead, voice watery and thick. “I need, my-you..." You hesitate, cheeks burning with what you want to say but can’t quite bring yourself to do it. 

Jimin steals the words right from your throat. “You need me to suck that pretty, little clit?” 

You swallow thickly, nodding before you can respond. “I need it.” You watch as Jimin’s jaw ticks and the grip he has on your hips goes tighter.

 “Say it." There's a tilt in his voice that’s unfamiliar to you. You can’t quite put your finger on it. 

Your eyes bulge. It's humorous how quickly the fog clears from your brain. “What?”

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you need.” 

“Jimin,” you whine, kicking your leg in frustration. Your body heats as it floods with embarrassment. “Are you serious?” 

Jimin smiles wickedly, pearly whites on full display. “Say it, _____. Or we stop right here.” 

“I uh, I need you to..."

There’s an amused glint in his eyes when he lifts his eyebrows, watching for you to continue. He plans a kiss at your inner thigh in encouragement. 

Your inhale is deep, pride tossed out of the window when you plead, “I need you to suck my clit, Jimin."

When he sees the desperation in your eyes, deep espresso connecting with yours over the plane of your quivering stomach, he loses it. You sob when his mouth engulfs your needy bud wholly. Your fingers scramble, letting go of our legs to tangle in his blonde strands, pulling tight. Jimin groans, and the vibrations shoot straight through your clit to the very tips of your toes. He holds you down himself, pinning your thighs to your chest, rendering you helpless to his merciless suction. 

The tip of his tongue circles your clit, quick and firm. “God yes!” You moan when his lips wrap tight around your swollen bud to suck incessantly. Back arching from the bed, toes curling in the open air, tears finally leak from the corners of your eyes, trailing down your temples. 

When he slips his finger in and then another, knuckle-deep, your slick walls grip him up instantly. They pulse around the slim digits, drawing him in deeper. He didn’t even need to move; the pressure alone sent you over the edge, crashing headfirst into euphoria. 

When you cum, it’s not shrill and elegant like those well-produced pornos you’ve watched before. It’s deep and guttural as it blossoms from the pit of your stomach until it rattles through you, seizing your body. Your muscles tighten, thighs quivering around his head as he delivers wave after pleasurable wave with his soaked tongue and fingers. 

And Jimin loves every second of it.

He doesn’t let up, even after you’ve cum. It’s not until you’re whining, pushing weakly at his head, that he takes mercy on you, pulling away after one final kiss to your spent pussy. 

Vision still teary, you blink up at the ceiling, lying there in disbelief and panting as you try to catch your breath. Reaching a hand up, you wipe away the tiny beads of sweat that have collected at your hairline. 

Below you hear Jimin finally rise from the floor, but you make no attempt to get up, still spent from your amazing orgasm. There’s some rummaging, the sound of clothes hitting the ground, and then the bed dips with Jimin’s weight. He clambers over to you, covering your body with his. You welcome his added heat, arms weakly coming up to wrap themselves around his neck.

He smiles down at you, eyes flickering all across your face, soaking in your post-orgasm haze. His touch is gentle when he brushes stray hair away from your sweaty forehead. 

“Hey you,” he greets, leaning down to give you an Eskimo kiss. 

You trace a finger down the slope of his jaw down to his chin before you cradle his cheek in your palm. “Hey yourself." You smile back, voice slightly hoarse. 

“How are you feeling?” 

You swallow, licking at the dryness on your lips. Your grin is sincere when you say, “I feel amazing. You’re really good at that, you know.” 

Jimin giggles, interlocking his fingers with yours to kiss the back of your hand. With his thumb he strokes the skin. 

“Thank you, Jimin.” 

Your best friend leans down to capture you in a gentle kiss. Your tongue darts out to swipe across his lip, dipping inside to taste yourself on his tongue. You pull away, satisfied and a little breathless.

 “Of course. It’s what you deserve.”

You hum, tracing a finger from his sternum down to the ridges that make up his abs. He shivers under your feather-light touch. “Do I maybe deserve a little something else?” You tilt your head to meet his gaze. 

Jimin raises his eyebrows at you. A playful gleam in his eyes. “A little something like?” He trails off.

You hold his eye contact, and with your free hand, you reach down between his legs to take hold of his stiffened member. Jimin gasps, shutting his eyes tight. He’s heavy in your palm, his skin smooth and warm to the touch. He must’ve been hard for quite some time

“Yeah,” Jimin nods, breath knocked from his lungs when you squeeze the base of his cock. “I think that can be arranged.”

You hum, working your hand over his stiff rod. He grunts when your strokes come faster, his freehand fisting the sheets beside him. “Just like that, pretty,” he encourages, and you do exactly as you’re told. 

You soak in how beautiful he looks in ecstasy. The way his thick brows pinch with every stroke. How his plush lips fall open, unleashing sounds just as pretty as he is. Delicate yet husky. Your favorite part is the way his stomach muscles quake with the effort of holding himself up. 

“Fuck, baby,” Jimin moans as your wrist flicks upwards, from base to head. 

When you glide your fingers across his reddened tip, your digits slicking with his precum, a hand claps over your wrist, restricting your movements. 

His eyes bore into yours, his voice strained when he breathes, “If you don’t stop, I’ll come, and I don’t want to yet. Not until I’m inside you.”

You shiver, exhilaration rattling your bones. “Then, what are you waiting for?” 

You allow Jimin to position your body until you’re lying on your side. When he assures you that you're comfortable, he comes up behind you, slotting his chest to your back. You lean into him, comforted by the feel of his own heart thrumming in his chest. Nerves and excitement are coursing through his veins as well, anticipating what is to come. Your senses heighten at the feel of his hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks.

He leans in to kiss the plump of your cheek before reaching behind himself to retrieve a condom from inside his nightstand. 

You stop him, a quick, gentle hand on his thigh. “Can you… I want you to fuck me raw.” 

A muttered curse from behind makes you grin. “_____, are you sure?” 

You nod, thighs rubbing together, the heat between your legs intensifying at the mere thought. “I want to feel all of you. Is that okay?” 

“Fuck, yeah, that’s okay." Jimin doesn’t need much convincing to agree. He just needs to get inside you quick. His hand slides from your hip to your thigh, cupping underneath your knee to prop your leg up and open enough.

 “Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers, cockhead sliding through your slippery folds to nudge at your needy clit.

You gasp, reaching a hand up to tangle in the hair on the back of his head. “I’m fine, Mini." You roll your hips back, seeking more of that delicious pressure on your pearl. Your teeth clench in a hiss when he bumps it again. “Just please fuck me.”

You watch, eyes eager as Jimin slides in without much resistance, filling you up to the brim. It knocks the air from your lungs. He’s so incredibly thick, thicker than any other dick you’ve taken before. It feels like he’s splitting you open in the best way possible. 

Jimin groans, engulfed by your soaked warmth. His body flushes, one hand fisting the bedsheets, the other with a vice grip on your hip. Quick short pants slip past his mouth to coat the shell of your ear.

You spread your legs wider, the propped one coming to hook behind his thigh. Somehow, it slips him deeper into your flooded canal, leaving you both crying out. 

“Holy shit, Jimin,” you breathe, as your walls pulse around him, adjusting to his sheer girth.

Jimin’s chuckle is breathy, full of disbelief. He pecks your shoulder before resting his forehead there. He’s thinking exactly what you are.

Why does it feel so fucking good?

 “I know, baby.” He gives an experimental thrust of his hips that has your eyes rolling, his hips pressed flush against your ass. “So fucking good,” he murmurs in your ear, and a delighted shiver journeys down your curved spine. 

The pace he sets is maddeningly slow, nothing like what you’re used to. Languid rolls of his hips that stuff you full before leaving you just about empty, only to fill you right back up again. You can hardly breathe through the feel of him, gasping for air every time he presses back in. Jimin moves from your shoulder, attaching his lips to the juncture in your neck, licking and sucking. It leaves you with marks so fierce you have no idea how you’ll cover them later.

“Jimin,” you whine when the pace gets to you. A pressure that builds and builds but never fully erupts. 

Looking back, you capture him in a lust-filled gaze. "Fuck me faster, baby, please.” 

Jimin grunts, his brows furrowing when he picks up his pace, his hips meeting your ass cheeks with resounding smacks. They’re enough to fill the bedroom and bring a warm hue to your cheeks. 

The noises spilling from your cunt are just as lewd. Roaring slickening when he glides in and out. Messy when it soaks his cock in your transparent juices, dripping down your thighs onto the bedsheets below. 

Jimin tweaks your stiff nipples with his thumb before pinching them between his fingers, rolling and tugging. The pain, sharp and temporary, makes you jerk, toes curling tight. 

“Shit!” you wail, fist pounding the bed. “Just like that baby.”

"S'good, pretty?” he whispers, choked up with his own pleasure. 

You don’t respond; you can’t respond with the way the pounds into your dripping heat. He wraps you in his firm hold, his arm coming to sling across your chest. The extra leverage he needed to pull you back, forcing you to meet his deliciously deep thrusts. 

The force of his fucking rocks the bed beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall. You’ve definitely got to write Mr. and Mrs. Welles an apology letter tomorrow. 

There is nothing you can do except take it, helpless to his powerful pumps. Like a ragdoll, you lie limp, taking everything he gives you. The heat in your lower tummy swells, your pussy squeezing around his heavy cock. “Close,” you choke, your mind fuzzy and delirious. 

Jimin gasps as he thrusts upwards one last time, filling you to the hilt before he pulls out completely with a wet pop. He leaves you empty, clenching around nothing, the heat in your belly subsiding. 

Your eyes fly open, complaints ready to fly past your lips, but Jimin stops you. 

“Hands and knees,” he pants as he palms your ass cheek. "Want to fuck you from behind.”

Any rebuttals you had ready die right there on your tongue. You prop yourself up on all fours, limbs slightly wobbly, and arch your spine in a way you know will make the light-haired man crazy. 

You feel Jimin position himself behind you. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you wiggle your ass, swaying from side to side to tease him a little. 

Your yelp is shrill when his palm collides with your right cheek, flinching at the feeling.

Jimin hums, marveling at the ripples it creates. “Behave,” he tsks as he palms the sore area and you lick your abused lips. 

He groans as he feeds his cock to your pussy. Your walls greedily accept him with a filthy-sounding squelch. When he’s all the way in, he steadies himself, with both hands on your hips. His huff grazes the skin of your back. “How are you still so fucking tight?” 

You sigh, dropping your head forward between your shoulders. He holds you in his palms, caressing your fleshy hips.  

He wastes no time in setting a brutal pace, fucking you faster and harder than before. You scramble, hands finding purchase on the bedsheets, but each roll of his hips sends your body forward and back, tugging the sheets loose from the mattress corners. 

"God, yes,” you groan, body trembling with delight. He pounds into you, the flesh of your ass smacking his thighs and lower stomach with every thrust. Its roaring and filthy.

Jimin is just as, if not more vocal than you, whining, groaning, and gasping every time he stuffs you full. It sets your body alight to know he’s just as affected as you are. 

He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, and your spine bows deeper than before. "Oh, fu—," you try, but you can’t even get the words out as he plunges into you. Rhythmic and precise.

It doesn’t take much until you’re drawing near again and you know you’re close when the fluttery warmth in the pit of your stomach returns, your pussy squeezing Jimin tight. 

He cries out, falling over to cover your sweaty back with his front. “M’ not gonna last,” he whimpers, rocking forward, body trembling with the efforts of his pumping.

He fucks you like that. His body is glued to your back, constant rolls of his hips that slide him deeper and deeper. His tip nudges incessantly at your front wall, gliding repeatedly over that spongy spot. The spot that has you seeing stars.

When Jimin feels you tighten up around him, he snakes his hand under your body to circle your swollen bundle of nerves. Like magic, the added pressure is just what you need to reach your peak. 

The coil, pulled taut in your tummy, snaps, and euphoria pulses through your veins, hot and rapid. Your mouth falls open, eyes squeezing shut as you gush around his cock. A strangled wail that you’re not even sure came from you resounds in the room, but you can barely hear it past the blood rushing in your ears. Falling face-first into the mattress, your muscles seize as your body is overtaken by the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Through it all, Jimin's hips never let up, and you flutter around him, creaming his thick cock. The ferocity of your orgasm triggers his own. Jimim ruts once, twice, and then he comes with a breathy sigh that sounds something like your name, painting your quivering walls with his hot seed.

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It’s early when Jimin comes to the next morning. He can tell by the lack of sunlight beaming through his cracked window blinds, covering his bedroom in a barely there glow. 

He smacks his lips tiredly, muscles achy with exertion making their presence known, and in an instant, memories of last night come flooding back to him.

 Picking you up outside of that restaurant. The sight of you ripped his heart to pieces. Standing there alone in the cold, looking so vulnerable, clinging on to what little sanity you had left. You looked so heartbroken but yet so beautiful. Always so beautiful. 

Or later on, when he confessed his love for you. An undying ache that’s been tugging at his heart after all these years of being your friend, your best friend. A title he doesn’t take lightly. Not because he was in love with you, but because he loved you. Every part of you, your mind, your heart, and soul.

 How you didn’t turn him away, accepting his affection and embracing it wholly. There was so much love he had to give, so much time he needed to make up for after all these years lost. 

Jimin turns his head, and there you lie, a beautiful smile on your face directed at him. His heart stutters in his chest. 

“Good morning,” you greet, your tongue peeking out to wet your lips. 

Jimin rolls over on his side, readjusting on his pillow. “Morning,” he grins, all teeth. “How’d you sleep?”

You inhale deep, your smile never leaving your pretty lips. Your gaze is still slightly hazy with sleep when you look at him. There’s a gentle glow surrounding you, radiating utter bliss. Happy and carefree. It’s been so long since he’s seen you like this, too long.

“Mmm, I slept amazing, thanks to you.” You reach out to poke the solid planes of his stomach, hidden by the comforter. You yawn, hands coming up to rest under your head. “Though, I should rough you up for letting me fall asleep without my bonnet on. I just got my hair done.” 

Jimin snickers, scooting closer to you. He grabs hold of your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I did try to wake you up, but considering it's been so long since you’ve been fucked to sleep, I figured you needed it." 

Your eyes widen, mouth curving up in disbelief. “Fuck you!”

Jimin shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “Been there, done that.” 

You gasp, reaching over to smack his arms as you’re taken over by giggles. “Shut up, Jimin!” 

He laughs, dodging your harmless blows, and you don’t oppose when Jimin sits up, scooping you in his arms. Effortlessly, he plops you down over his lower stomach. When your giggles subside, you trace a finger over his chest, covering his skin with invisible doodles that only you can see.

“I uh..." you clear your throat. “I talked to Theo earlier." 

Jimin does his best to mask his apprehension. “Yeah?” He fingers the hem of his t-shirt you’re wearing, which basically belongs to you.

You nod. “He wanted to know where I went.” 

“Did you tell him?” 

“I did.” Jimin arches his brow when you smirk. You lean over to grab your phone from under the pillow. You tap the screen, turning the device on, and there’s a bright glow cast over your face. Swift fingers tap a few more times before you turn the screen to him. “I sent him this.”

Jimin squints at the brightly lit screen, but when his vision clears and he recognizes what you’re showing him, he gasps incredulously. 

On the screen is a picture of him and you, tangled together in his bed and obviously naked under the sheets. In the picture, Jimin is still fast asleep, eyes closed and his mouth slightly ajar. But you, on the other hand, are wide awake. In fact, you’re posing for the camera, two fingers up in a peace sign next to your face and your mouth pouted in “duck lips." On your skin, his love bites from last night are proudly displayed.

Below the picture, there’s a message from Theo that you have no plans to respond to. It included every curse word in the book, words that Jimin didn’t even know existed. 

You shrug, locking the phone, and tossing it aside. “I think it’s safe to say we’re done.” 

Jimin tosses his head back in a laugh. He shakes his head as he says your name. “You’re unbelievable!” 

“Noo, what’s unbelievable is that I stayed with him for so long," you counter, rolling your eyes. You grab both of his hands in yours. 

“Thank you,” you nod. “For staying by my side through all of this. And dealing with my stubbornness. I truly don’t know what I would do without you. I love you, Jimin.” 

Jimin’s grip is gentle when he grabs the back of your neck to pull you into his kiss. You gladly accept, cradling his face in your hands. 

When you pull away, you’re breathless. “I love you,” Jimin whispers on your lips. “So much.” 

You beam, sitting back on his muscley thighs. Your head tilts, however, when your clothed center comes in contact with something firm.

 “Are you…hard?” Your question is laced with amazement. 

Jimin groans, cheeks reddening in embarrassment when you laugh aloud. “I can’t help it; everything you do turns me on. You could literally breath and I’d be hard as a rock.” The heat between your legs makes a fierce return.

 “Hm, is that so?”

You hook your thumb in the waistband of your panties, ready to slide them down your legs. Jimin licks his lips as hunger clouds his pretty brown eyes. “You were so generous to me last night. Why don’t you sit back and let me take care of it, baby?"

And Jimin will certainly not say no to that.

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𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙰𝚃

(Yoon Jeonghan x Reader)

*Romance, Contemporary Romance, Slice of Life, Military Romance*

The front door didn’t slam; it clicked.

It was a small, heavy sound that seemed to slice clean through the quiet hum of the apartment. For twenty-four months, that sound had only ever meant packages being delivered, or friends dropping by to check on you, or just you, coming home to a space that felt entirely too large for one person.

But tonight, the silence that followed was different. It was heavy. Charged.

You stood frozen in the hallway, a half-folded sweater clutched to your chest. And then he stepped into the light of the entryway.

Jeonghan.

He was wearing a simple black hoodie, his hair a little longer than it had been in the photos he sent, tumbling slightly into his eyes. The sharp, rigid posture of the military uniform he had transitioned out of just hours ago was gone, replaced by the familiar, slightly slouched ease that belonged entirely to your Jeonghan. He dropped his duffel bag to the floor with a muted thud.

For a long, agonizing second, neither of you moved. The distance hadn’t just been geographical; it had been a thief of time, a massive, invisible wall built out of standard-issue letters, brief scheduled phone calls, and the agonizing ache of a countdown calendar that felt like it was moving in reverse. Two years. Seven hundred and thirty days of waking up alone.

It didn’t feel real. He looked like a projection, a trick of the dim hallway lighting.

Then, he smiled. It was that slow, slightly lopsided, incredibly fond smile that always crinkled the corners of his eyes the one he saved specifically for you.

"Aren't you going to say hello?" his voice was lower than you remembered, a little rough from traveling, but so intensely him that the last fragile thread of your composure snapped.

The sweater dropped to the floor. You crossed the distance between you in three blurred strides, throwing yourself into him so hard it forced a soft, breathy laugh from his chest. His arms wrapped around you instantly, locking behind your back, pulling you upward until your toes were barely brushing the hardwood.

The dam broke. The sheer, exhausting weight of the waiting the quiet nights spent staring at the ceiling, the ache in your chest whenever you saw couples walking in the park, the terrifying, irrational fear that things would be different when he returned everything hit you in a single, crushing wave. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, sobbing so hard your shoulders shook.

Jeonghan didn’t try to tell you to stop. He just held you, his hands burying into your hair, pressing fervent, grounding kisses against your temple, your cheek, whatever piece of skin he could reach. He rocked you gently in the cramped hallway, his own breaths coming in ragged, uneven hitches.

"I'm here," he whispered, over and over, a mantra against your skin. "I'm right here. I'm not leaving again. I've got you."

The comfort of him was instantaneous, a physical sensation that flooded your system like warmth returning to frozen fingers. He smelled like the cold night air, a hint of laundry detergent, and that familiar, clean scent that was uniquely his. The reality of him the solid breadth of his shoulders, the heat radiating through his hoodie, the calloused texture of his fingertips tracing your spine anchored you back to earth.

Hours dissolved. Time, which had dragged its feet for two years, suddenly became fluid and impossible to track.

By midnight, the heavy emotional storm had settled into a sort of dizzy, chaotic euphoria. The apartment, usually pristine, was a disaster zone. Jeonghan’s duffel bag had been half-unpacked in a frantic search for a specific souvenir he’d bought you, leaving random items of clothing scattered on the floor. The takeout boxes from the late-night comfort food you’d ordered sat half-eaten on the coffee table.

You were sitting on the living room floor, your back pressed against the base of the sofa, wrapped in a giant duvet. Jeonghan was sitting between your legs, leaning back against your chest, letting you mindlessly run your fingers through his hair.

"Your hair is getting long again," you murmured, your voice exhausted but lighter than it had been in years. "I like it."

"Good," he hummed, tilting his head back to look up at you upside down. His eyes were bright, sparkling with that familiar, mischievous glint that the military hadn't managed to dull. "Because keeping it short was a tragedy. I looked like a tennis ball."

You let out a wet, startled laugh, swatting his shoulder. "You did not. You looked handsome."

"I looked strict," he corrected, turning around completely so he was kneeling in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist over the duvet. "And I don't want to be strict anymore. I just want to be lazy. With you. For the next three weeks, minimum."

He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss started soft and sweet, a lingering reassurance, but it quickly deepened, fueled by the underlying electricity of two years of unspent devotion. It was clumsy, intense, and filled with a desperate sort of hunger that left you both breathless. Jeonghan pulled you closer, pulling the duvet down, his hands sliding up to cup your face, his thumbs wiping away the faint, dried tracks of your earlier tears.

When he pulled back, just an inch, his forehead rested against yours. His breathing was shallow, his eyes dark and incredibly soft.

"You have no idea how many times I replayed this exact moment in my head," he whispered, his voice dropping to a vulnerable register that made your heart ache. "In the barracks, when it was freezing, or when we were out on marches... I just kept thinking about coming back to this room. To you."

"I'm here," you mirrored his earlier words, reaching out to trace the sharp line of his jaw. "We made it."

Jeonghan stared at you for a long moment, a strange, sudden shift happening in his expression. The playful, affectionate look melted into something incredibly intense, almost determined. He blinked, cleared his throat, and suddenly looked... panicked?

"Right," he said abruptly, sitting up straight. "Wait. Hold on."

"What's wrong?" you asked, blinking in confusion as he suddenly scrambled backward on the floor, his knees knocking against the coffee table and sending a plastic cup of soda rattling precariously.

"Nothing! Nothing is wrong. Just stay there. Don't look. Actually, look, but give me a second."

Jeonghan scrambled over to his half-unpacked duffel bag, his hands diving into the mess of clothes. He was muttering under his breath, tossing aside a pair of rolled-up socks and a sweater.

You watched him, completely bewildered, the emotional weight of the night suddenly taking a sharp turn into comedy. "Jeonghan, what are you doing? Are you looking for the souvenir? I told you, you don't have to give it to me right-"

"It's not a souvenir," he grunted, his hand finally diving deep into the zippered inner pocket of the bag. "Well, it is, technically, but-aha!"

He pulled his hand out, clutching a small, slightly crumpled velvet box.

Your breath caught in your throat. The entire world seemed to stop spinning.

Jeonghan turned around on his knees, his face flushed, his hair a chaotic mess from your fingers, wearing a oversized black hoodie and sweatpants, sitting amidst scattered laundry and half-eaten tteokbokki. He looked entirely unpolished, incredibly stressed, and absolutely beautiful.

He shuffled back over to you on his knees, stopping right in front of your spot on the floor. He held the box tightly in both hands, his knuckles white.

"I had a whole plan," he started, his voice a mix of a laugh and a sigh. "I was going to take you out next week. A nice restaurant. I was going to dress up, look like a proper gentleman, not like... a goblin who just crawled out of a duffel bag. But I can't."

You couldn't speak. You could only stare at him, your hands gripping the edges of the duvet.

"I spent two years away from you," Jeonghan said, his eyes locking onto yours with a sincerity so fierce it made your eyes sting all over again. "And every single day, I realized that the only thing that makes sense in my life is you. I don't want to wait until next week. I don't care about a fancy restaurant or a perfect speech. I'm home, and I want this to be our home. Officially."

He flipped the box open. Inside sat a simple, elegant ring, catching the warm light of the living room lamp.

"Marry me," he said. It wasn't a rehearsed question; it was a plea, soft and breathless and completely raw. "Let me take care of you for the rest of our lives. Please?"

A watery, breathless laugh escaped your lips. It was so perfectly Jeonghan. No grand, manufactured gestures just absolute honesty, delivered in the middle of a chaotic living room floor at one in the morning, completely unable to contain his own heart.

"You're an idiot," you choked out, the tears spilling over your lashes again.

Jeonghan let out a soft, nervous chuckle, his shoulders dropping a fraction. "Is that a yes, or are you just insulting my timing?"

"Yes," you said, reaching out and grabbing the lapels of his hoodie to pull him toward you. "Yes, of course, yes."

He didn't even put the ring on your finger first. He dropped the box onto the duvet and tackled you back against the sofa, burying his face in your neck, laughing with a sound of pure, unadulterated relief. You wrapped your arms around his back, holding him tightly, the last lingering ghost of the past two years completely evaporating into the warm air of the room.

When he finally pulled back to slip the ring onto your trembling finger, his hands were still shaking slightly. It fit perfectly.

"See?" Jeonghan whispered, kissing the back of your hand, a triumphant, beautifully soft smile breaking across his face. "Perfect. Even if we do smell like takeout."

[channiestits]

sobs i’m so excited for him to come home

[kooslovv]

| — MDNI !

I LOVE imagining long blond hair bf!idol!jimin eating you out while getting his hair pulled/tugged on uggh he’d be such an eater

“y-yess mimi right there”, you whimpered, tugging on your boyfriends long blond locks. jimin was between your thighs, slurping and sucking at your clit. he loved licking up your juices, the taste heavy on his tongue.

“God you taste heavenly on my tongue, love”, Jimin groaned, rubbing his fingers against your clit before diving right back in, his tongue colliding with your pussy. a string of whimpers spilled from your mouth, throwing your head back as your back arched. your senses were overwhelmed in the best way. feeling your boyfriend lick from your entrance to the base of your clit, the feeling making your eyes roll back.

you tug harder on his hair, hearing him whimper against your sobbing wet pussy, mixtures of spit and your juices making it glisten. “please add a finger baby please”, you beg. jimin silently obeys, sliding a finger into your entrance while his tongue remained on your cunt.

“Oh my god yesss mimi just like thattt”. “Like that, baby?” he asked, pumping his finger in and out of you, the squelching sound echoing through the bedroom. You nod eagerly. “Yes just like that please add more”. “Gladly, my love”, he gives your pussy a wet kiss before going back to giving it long licks. he added another finger, feeling you tighten around.

“Fuckkk so eager baby. so greedy for my fingers, huh?” jimin slurs against your wet cunt. You nod, feeling that tingling feeling building up the more he licked and sucked on your clit. “love this pussy, love it so much”, jimin whimpered. “please pull my hair again”, he begged. “y-you sure?” jimin nods eagerly. You do as told, tugging and God if you would’ve tugged any harder he would’ve came in his pants right then.

“m’so close mimi, gonna, needa cum soon”, you whimper, pushing his head closer into your mound, your thighs tightening around his head. “need me to get you there, sweetheart? you need it?” “yes please babyyy get me there”. jimin pumps his fingers faster, moving his head back and forth as he buried himself deeper into your pussy. you pant, your chest heaving heavily. “yes yes! ohhh my god m’cumming!”, your body arches as a loud moan rips through your throat.

you swear you see stars for a split second, your brain going fuzzy as your back meets the bed again. you pant, trying to catch your breath as jimin laps up the last of your juices.

“god that was amazing”, you say, out of breathe. jimin chuckled. “glad you enjoyed it”. “I didn’t hurt you, though? I tugged on your hair pretty hard” jimin shook his head, leaning in for a kiss. “I loved it, the pain was good” “new kink to add to the list then?” you tease. jimin nods, the two of you laughing together.

-the end <3

[ctrlhope]

First and Last (m)

synopsis: Honestly-- you can't believe Jimin. Sure, taking him off the streets, rehabilitating him was a no brainer, but this, this is just ridiculous! Growling, baring his teeth at your neighbour's angel of a Doberman hybrid. Practically squaring up with him right on the doorstep! Muttering about territory, about how you're his. That even if he had you first, Jimin would surely have you last. It's so stupid. Well, at least Hoseok is there to teach Jimin that sharing is caring, after all.

j.hoseok x f.reader x p.jimin (poly)

₊˚⊹ 𐂯┊: wc: 14.7k

₊˚⊹ 𐂯┊: genre: hybrid au, yandere tendencies (soft yandere?), smut, fluff, pwp

₊˚⊹ 𐂯┊: content: doberman!hoseok, golden retriever!jimin, human!reader, dubcon, implied somno, yandere/toxic!jimin+hoseok, whiny switch!jimin, mean dom!hoseok, sub!reader, minimal prep, freeuse, referenced ruts, you can try to find the plot, manipulation, public sex, sloppy seconds, knotting, denied knotting, mxm elements, quickies, sugar coated degradation, praise, subspace, cockdrunk reader sorry, ownership kink (hoseok considers himself your owner), grinding, threesome, voyerism, orgasm denial, jimin has a bit of a pain kink, lots of cum, territory disputes, petnames: bitch, mate, pup, omega -> part of ctrl the cold 2025

₊˚⊹ 𐂯┊: notes: I.... I got carried away again.... These two have been haunting my mind since this summer and they will continue to haunt me far into the future. This is my last pwp fic of this event as well I believe! I hope you enjoy <33 Have fun dealing with these two cause they're a handful ^>^

18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni

“No! I don’t wanna go! I don't want you to go!”

Whoever had propagated the lie that dog hybrids were the easiest type of hybrid to live with were dirty liars. Time and time again, you’ve gathered the evidence to disprove it. Laugh at the videos telling people how easy they are as pets or roommates. Have to bite your tongue at the commercials that play on tv. 

Your one and only piece of evidence? The whiny pup in front of you– his shaggy tail held high and alert, soft golden ears pressed flat against his mop of dirty blonde. Hell, you’re sure that if you looked at the back of his neck, the hair would raised as if some recessive part of his genes still had hackles! Hackles!

The reason behind his defensive posture? The stomping of his petulant foot? Literally nothing! Well, nothing in your eyes, at least. You had simply told him moments prior that you would be going over to your kind, sweet, elderly next door neighbour’s house to help her in the yard with her garden! It wasn’t out of the ordinary in the slightest. 

And of course her dog hybrid, Hoseok, would be there, too. 

Okay, maybe you were being just a little bit facetious with the whole ‘absolutely no reason for him to be acting like a spoiled brat’ thing, the reason for his displeasure is obvious. He’s made it abundantly clear time and time again but that isn’t going to stop you from playing dumb. 

His reason is just so– so– stupid. 

Territorial, maybe. 

Jimin has never liked Hoseok, not since their very first meeting at Miss Oswald’s front door. 

It had been a few weeks after you had taken Jimin in off the streets– his frame finally starting to fill out a little, no longer just skin and bones and bruises from whatever fights he had gotten into out there. His entire being finally starting to glow. 

At the time, his tail was whipping back and forth frantically as you stood in front of the door, having just pressed the bell. Happy yips, licks to your cheek planting themselves in place as he was practically vibrating with light. He had been so happy, so excited. 

You? Your heart had been beating a mile a minute at how far he was coming along, how much he was already growing out of his shell. How carefree the energy around him always started to bend whenever he was relaxing on the couch or in the sun. 

And then, then the switch happened. 

It was night and day, honestly. 

All of that light, that excitement shut down the moment your neighbour had opened the door, Hoseok standing right behind her frame. 

His tail was wagging– of course it was, you had always known him to be a happy hybrid. A sunshine smile that warms up your toes even in the coldest winters, a hug so tight it might break your bones. Everything about him making someone feel just so safe and content. That same smile placed on his lips now as he looks at you, only you. 

Like there's a whole Earth to orbit but the only thing that can draw his attention is you, type of smile. 

The second Hoseok’s mouth opened to say your name in greeting, a low growl could be heard from behind your body. A singular sound that made you feel as if the birds decided to stop singing and the wind had ceased its own motion around you. One that had made your hair stand on end, to cause your pulse in your throat to raise just a few notches faster. One that you had never come out of Jimin before, right along with a swift tug at your wrist, urging you backwards. Away from the very thing he perceived as a threat. 

Oh no– that he knew was a threat from just that singular look. 

Hoseok only stood there with a simple tilt of his head, a gentle smirk finding his lips as Jimin continued to try to pull you back to the safety of your own home. Clearly unthreatened in the slightest, clearly amused at the affection Jimin so obviously had for you. He knew that look all too well, too. 

Hoseok knew these games just as well as Jimin did, it seemed. 

Ah, it really was unfair that he loved them, thrived in them. In the thrill of winning, in the thrill of the hunt. Especially when something as pretty as you is standing as the prize.

After you had finally managed to usher the mutt– Jimin– inside the house, he knew it was his job to make sure Jimin knew his place. What kind of alpha would he be, otherwise? 

You had let out a squeak, entirely unaware of the competition already set in stone between the two as Hoseok pulled you into a hug, nuzzling into your neck as his eyes remained on the golden retriever. That same smirk stayed in place as he gave a simple lick to your neck. Something that could so easily be taken as innocent, a nice greeting from the doberman hybrid anything but as an all too familiar chill travelled down your spine at the feeling. 

You knew what it meant.

Hoseok knew what it meant. 

Jimin, fuck, obviously knew what it implied. 

Hoseok wanted to keel over and laugh at the restraint Jimin held while his owner (Martha, Maryanne, he couldn’t remember her name right now) cooed over the golden retriever hybrid. At the way the Jimin’s ears swivelled almost manically trying to catch what was said when Hoseok pressed his lips to your ear. At the pinching of Jimin’s eyes as your cheeks flushed red, all while the doberman hybrids owner straightened out his hair and talked about how adorable he was. 

The silent conversation, one you had missed entirely, between the dog hybrids was clear– Hoseok had you first. That didn’t mean Jimin wouldn’t have you last.

Oh. Hoseok knew this was going to be fun. 

Especially when you, the every clueless human, thought they would be best friends right away. You knew Jimin had been excited to make one too! You truly could not– still can’t– understand why he just has to hate him so much. 

Hoseok is practically an angel! Someone you consider yourself to be very close with, even now. He’s always so carefree and gentle with you and his owner. Always makes you laugh when you're sad, helps you clean your house when it just feels like too much. Takes you on walks at night whenever you just need to get out for a bit but don’t feel safe enough to go on your own. Hell, on particularly cold nights he would even risk sneaking out of his own house to go to yours just to help warm you up because he knows you keep the house a few degrees colder than you actually prefer.

So!! It makes no sense to you that Jimin wouldn’t like him all the same!! His outrage is completely unfounded. 

Something about territory, at least that’s what he would tell you. His quiet, under-the-breath, grumbles that are always so hard to decipher no matter how hard you try– yet are adorable regardless. Huffs and puffs that didn’t feel as upset as he truly intended whenever faced with that little pout on your lips. 

Unfortunately, their relationship only became more strained the more time Jimin spent under your care– spent with you. 

It wasn’t anything you could have predicted, honestly, but it was welcome nonetheless. As the months passed, your relationship developed into something more than what it was supposed to be. At least, more than what society would allow his stance to be in your life. 

But you had  never seen hybrids as animals, as something as simple as a pet. Jimin was never an animal– never a golden retriever even if he had ears and a tail to match. He could think, he could feel. A few animalistic traits would never change that. 

He was simply just… just Jimin. Your roommate that you care about a little too much. The one with the pretty smile and puffy cheeks that always complained about wanting more meat. 

The one that dug holes in your backyard and played with you in the hose during the summer, but growled at any man who came within a ten foot vicinity of you in public. 

The one who, despite how much he hated the man, went whining to Hoseok when you got the flu. So scared for your health, your safety after the man at the corner store kicked him out when he was trying to buy medicine for you that he tucked back his own pride and went to him of all people because he just didn’t know what could fix his human. What could make you better. 

Your roommate that you sometimes let sneak into your bed when the nights are too cold and the idea of a body pressed against yours, holding you, keeping you safe practically left you whimpering into your pillow. 

Somehow, he always heard. Like he was simply sitting outside your door. Waiting to hear that betrayed little sound of your lips and the soft call of his name. 

Neither of you could stop the feelings from developing, and while the true stature behind your relationship had never been spoken out loud or defined, you both knew something was there. You would never deny it.

But Jimin, poor Jimin, has always been an anxious guy. He didn’t like when you took too long in the shower without him, or when you would have to leave for work during the day. A scenting frenzy would occur the second you stepped through the door, making you promise to never leave him like that again because he simply could not live without you by his side.

And that is exactly why Park Jimin could never know that before he came into your life, you harboured the same feelings for Jung Hoseok, lest you actually want the golden to rip his face off. 

Jimin could never know of those stolen memories you had with the doberman hybrid when he would sneak away from his owner. Could never know of the stolen kisses, the soft touches. The almost-claiming bites he would press into your neck when you were fast asleep, completely unaware of the danger that lurked behind Hosoek’s sun. 

The fact that Jimin’s knot wasn’t the first you had ever taken– nor could he ever know about what occurred when you were sitting Hoseok for Miss Oswald 3 months before Jimin had come into your care. How you had helped him through his rut. How you found yourself unable to say no to him every time after. 

No, he could never know about any of it. 

You had already caught Jimin looking at Zillow one too many mornings. No more than a simple ‘goodmorning’ from Hoseok setting him off when you two coincidentally met at the conjoined mailbox. 

He said the mutt– doberman, you would correct– was plotting, you told him it was a simple coincidence. It was a repeated pattern over and over again. Only recently did you convince him to stop leaving printed out pictures of houses for sale all over the building. 

Yeah, Jimin can’t know. You would do anything in your power to keep it that way. 

Ah, it’s unfortunate for you that he already does. 

Did from that very first meeting when that stupid dog tried to mark you as his right in front of him. Tried to call you his bitch without formally saying the words out loud. The audacity! And you just– you let him when you’re his and not his! You know?! Uhg, whatever, as if you would be Hoseoks’ for long. 

Funny. As if.

“I told her last week we could help today, Min! You agreed then!” You whine in return, crossing your arms over your chest, mimicking his childishly defiant stance. 

“Well I didn't know he was going to be there!” The low grumbles he let out almost made you want to coo. Jimin has never been much of a fighter, but the grumbles he always let out made your belly flutter up. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “Where else would he be, exactly?” 

He opens his mouth to respond, a cocky expression taking over his face, but you stop him with a sharp pinch of a glare, your head jutting out slightly as if to test him, “And don’t you dare say ‘the pound’.”

He visibly deflates, his foot kicking at nonexistent dirt on the ground as his throat lets out a series of little grumbles. Tail wagging slowly behind him as he contemplates his next action. 

Before you give him the chance to, you’re already turning to leave. Grabbing your bag off of the couch with a little ‘humph’ of your own, leaving him to flounder after you as you make, well, try to make your way to the door. Arms already securing around your midsection as he stumbles to keep up, a high pitched whine leaving his throat as you try to make your way towards his biggest threat. 

“W-wait!” His voice is nothing more than a yip as he secures you in place, head nuzzling its way into your neck. Nose rubbing back and forth against the underside of your jaw, trying to soak his scent deeper into your skin like you aren’t covered in it already. 

But he needs to be sure. Needs to make sure Hoseok is sure, too. 

“Are you sure we can’t just stay home?” His voice is sad now, a whimper as his tail curls itself around one of your legs. His hands firm and insistent in their claim over you. His rubbing not ceasing for a second, your neck practically raw from the attention he’s been giving it all morning. 

He doesn’t care. It’s not enough. 

It never is unless it’s your cunt stuffed full of him. Only then can he be positive other hybrids won’t try to stake their claim over you. Stake their claim over what is rightfully his just because he said so.

A sigh is all that can be heard from below his hunched posture, one of your hands coming up to rub at his pinned-back ear, “Minnie… I already told you we gotta go… Miss Oswald said she needs help and I’m not going back on a promise. I can go without you if you–” 

“No!” His denial is sharp, high pitched as he somehow tucks you closer. Encases your entire being in the expanse of his chest. It’s only times like these that he remembers how small you feel against him. Or maybe just how much space you can take up in his mind, in his very being. 

Everything in him screams to not let you go. Everything in him, both raw and fresh, curling around his brain screaming at him to do anything in his power to keep you from going out that door. To keep you from leaving him to go see that mutt. 

Sure, his inner hybrid normally screams at him like this whenever you have to go anywhere. He doesn’t like you leaving his sight– in fact, it physically pains him to do so. Makes him pace around in his head and outloud, biting on his nails until he knows you are back to him and safe. His. 

He just needs a little more time and he’s sure you’ll feel the same way, too. In fact, he knows it. To him, you’re already his mate. So why couldn’t you just let that dumb dog go. 

It pisses him off to no end, honestly. Especially the fact you can’t see what he’s doing to you. Trying to control you. To make you think of him and only him and not the hybrid you’re meant to be with. 

You’re meant to be with Jimin. He’s sure of it. 

So it really doesn’t matter if he does the same. If he effortlessly makes you more reliant on him. If he keeps you dependent on his affection and care. If he slowly weaves himself into the fabric of how you think every single day because you’re meant to be with him. Not Hoseok. 

You took him off the streets. You’re his guardian angel. Not Hoseoks. Hoseok was simply… convenient, probably.

Stupid mutt. 

He needs to show him how much you mean to each other. How important he is to you. 

His eyes light up as an idea floats its way to the front. One that has his inner hybrid howling, his tail wagging, and his cock already growing half hard in his pants. 

“I’ll…” He grumbles softly, so soft you can hardly hear him over the racing of your heart. His fingers almost childishly pulling at the bottom of your shirt, thumbs jutting out to rub against the skin of your tummy softly. Just little temperamental circles, nothing more, nothing less. “I’ll come…” 

He feels the stiffness in your form, clearly still poised and ready for an argument, visibly deflate from your shoulders as you relax against his chest. One of your hands softly coming up to lace your fingers through his own. Your voice utters out a simple, “Thank you, Min.” while your thumb reaches to stroke over his knuckles. 

Soft. Gentle. Caring. 

He lets out another long, drawn out whine. His hips pressing closer, his cock rubbing against your barely covered ass. 

Why did you have to wear a skirt today? It’s another question on his long list of complaints. One he doubts he’ll ever have an answer to other than the notion that you want to be slutted out to the older hybrid. That you want his cock buried in your cunt instead of the man holding you now. 

Whatever. It won’t be Hoseok’s cum dribbling down your thighs anyway. 

You gasp at the contact– at the hardness you certainly feel against the plush of your cheeks, “J-Jimin–” But before you’re even able to get out his full name, you’re already being flipped around. The entire room spinning as you’re pressed back against the couch, a mop of blonde finding itself between your tits as you gasp once again. Attempting to recuperate– to consolidate your once standing form now laying back against the couch, thighs spread as his body makes space between them. 

His entire weight rests against you as his head shakes in your cleavage, the pressure making it more difficult to breathe. His breath keening, whimpers leaving his lips as his hips struggle, grinding themselves against the plush of the couch. 

“You like him more than me, don’t you?” Jimin starts his sad, floppy dog act once again. The one that he knows tugs against your heart strings, the one that makes it easier to get what he wants from you. Makes you forget about the hand moving up your thigh, the heat of his breath against your cleavage. 

“Wh-what?” You quickly breath out, hand that was reaching down to stop his pursuit freezing midair. Brow pinching in confusion as you try to calm the heat rushing to your cheeks, “No I don’t. What are you talking about?”

He only whimpers again. Taking the moment of hesitation to lace his free hand with your own. Pinning you without you realising it fully– not yet, anyways. 

“I-I just…” He mopes, pushing your skirt up and over your hips. Panty clad cunt now directly pressed against his lower stomach. The subtle, continuous grind of his hips into the couch cushion causing your hips to rock along with him the same. Moisture gathering against your core as he makes you grind against his pelvis. 

“He’s always so territorial over you…” He can’t stop the bite in his tone, the little growl at even the mention of the other male right now, “Doesn’t understand that you’re my bitch.” 

It takes a second for you to catch up– it always does when he throws too much at you at the same time. But as soon as you process the fabric of your underwear rubbing against your clit, you soon recognise the ‘bitch’ in his words, no matter how affectionate he always meant it, “Jimin!” 

He whines at the mild scolding tone in your voice, letting his ears droop. Letting his tail brush gently against your ankles as he wags it low, submissive. Making him seem even more pathetic than he already is, “It’s true… he’s always all over you. Scenting you. Trying to take you from me…” 

“Please… I just need to make you smell like me so he knows…” It’s heavy in his tone still, that same grating whimper that has you wanting to sell your soul and give it to him. “Let me cum inside? Please?” 

“J-Jimin…” The hesitation is clear in your voice, yet so is the sticky trail of arousal coating his abs. His shirt slowly being pushed upwards along with his grinds, your panties doing nothing to stop the spread of your arousal as he mewls against the couch, “I don’t– there’s no time and I don't want to be late–” 

This time, it’s his gaze that cuts you off. The tilt of his head upwards, eyes brimmed with glassy tears threatening to fall while his cheeks remain flushed pink. His lips parted, saliva collecting at the edges just like he always gets when he’s far too wound up for reason. 

You know his act well enough at this point, at least you should. 

Knew those puppy-dog eyes he now sends your way, making your heart shrink in on itself. Knew the keening of his throat that always made him seem just so pathetic. Make you just want to give in to anything he wanted with a simple flop of his ears and simpering wag of his tail. 

Let him do what he wanted, more so. Because the second you gave in? The second you’d look away shyly and agree to whatever he was acting? A switch would flip behind Jimin’s soft brown eyes. A switch that wouldn’t return to its upright position until he was well and done with you.  

That cute, pathetic little dog boy who was just preening for your approval would turn into a wicked thing. Would tread you like a rag doll, like his bitch in heat. Would take you until his cock wouldn’t let him anymore– until he was sure you were knotted up well. Sat pretty on his cock, claiming you the best that he could without biting your neck directly. 

You knew his act well, and yet you let him get away with it every single time. 

Even when he works himself up past the brink of sanity, forgetting to ask your permission time and time again to start. 

Thankfully, Jimin knew how to beg for forgiveness, too. 

Cute and sweet when he just couldn’t wait anymore. When he just had to bend you over while you cooked, when he couldn’t wait until you woke up to start licking at your cunt because you just smelled too good. That whine in his voice that had you shushing him instantly, petting at his hair through sleepy mumbles, telling him that it was okay.

Spreading your legs just a bit farther with the press of his hands, opening you up even wider. Licking you clean until you were red and sore and pushing his head away. Only then would he ask for one more, encourage you– make sure you knew you could do it. 

You let him get away with too much– you even admit that now as his teeth nip at the top of your breast. At the skin spilling over the top of your shirt while one of his hands finds its way between your bodies, pressing against your pelvis. Giving just a little bit of pressure to your empty core, making you more aware of it than you ever have been before. 

You were no match against him. He knew it too. Knew you like the back of his hand, just like a good alpha should. 

“C’mon… C’mon please…” His voice whimpers, head taken back to pressing between your tits. His face pressed between them, shaking his head as if it would will you to not let him go. To just let you give in and give him whatever he wants. “Just the tip… just let me put the tip in so I can cum…”

His hand slips lower, curling under the hem of your panties. Slowly pressing his fingertips against your folds, not giving you any chance to think. To pull away. The pads of his fingers gliding against your slick, whimpers of your own leaving your lips. 

He dips two fingers shallowly into your hole, collecting your arousal on his fingertips before he brings them higher. Presses down against your clit as you kick your hips. As your body urges him closer even if your mind still attempts to remain strong against his advances. 

 “Promise… Promise just the tip– please just let me. Please!” He’s getting impatient, you both know it as those same fingers slip lower. As his ring finger is the first to push itself inside of your leaking hole. Curling as it begins its slow pumps inside, pulling you closer, urging you deeper to just agree so he can make sure Hoseok knows his place. 

He was like an angel in carnate, even when he uttered such sinful words that has your cunt clenching around him. Pulling the digit deeper as it adjusts to the slow stretch of his finger. As your hips squirm when he presses his thumb against your clit once more, urging it to let him through as he slowly works his middle finger in alongside the other. 

Has you wanting to let him sink his cock inside your heat like it belonged there, like it was never meant to leave the safe haven that was your folds. 

“I don’t know…” You hesitate, hardly gasping for air as your spine curls, pressing your body closer to him. His efforts finally successful as he manages to stuff a second finger inside, stretching you. Scissoring your core. Making sure you’re ready to take him because the both of you know you’re already slipping. He doesn’t even really know why you’re still fighting with your cunt clinging to him so tightly, begging for him. “I won’t– I won’t have time to change or shower a-and–” 

You try excuses, but they do little to sway him. You don’t even believe the words uttered from your lips as he pulls his hand from your cunt, his back-brain telling him you’re stretched enough. That it’s okay if it hurts just a little. Meanwhile your hands are reaching blindly for his wrist, doing everything in their power to keep his fingers tucked inside without your permission. 

If he was in his right mind more, if his head wasn’t so far into outterspace from the idea of fucking you, he may have reacted more to the cute display. Though he has a mission. A single prerogative on his mind as he frame pulls back just enough to tug your panties from your hips. Pull the material down your thighs until it’s far past your ankles. Thrown into some odd corner of the room. 

Nope, instead there's nothing more than another high whine in his throat, his strong hands pressing your thighs open further. Palms melting into your soft skin as he takes his rightful place over you. This bulge practically omnipotent as it strains against his pants. 

“Please, please, please, please, please.” He begs like it’s a prayer, his tail whipping back and forth behind him in anticipation. Drool at the sight of you, the smell of you consuming him from the inside out as he stares at your splayed form. At your bunched up skirt, at your puffy, dripping cunt. “Just let me, I promise I’ll be good. I promise.” 

He’s getting too excited now. He knows it. You know it. But neither of you do a single thing to stop it. You simply can’t when he’s wound this high with adrenaline. When he’s a bit more animal than human, moving off of pure instinct. Off of the drive to consume you whole. When you both get so foggy in the head that you know you can’t say no. 

Slowly, you roll your head to the side, baring your neck at him. Your final act of submission as you let Jimin take the reins before he just gets too excited that even he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Voice quiet as you mumble out your concession to the standoff. “Y-you have to be quick.” 

A loud whine rings throughout the air, though this time in pure, unadulterated relief. His hands already working on his button and zipper, shoving his boxers down just low enough to free his swollen, straining cock. “Thank you, thank you.” 

He’s whimpering again as he hand wraps around his length, fist tight around the base, right where his knot would swell up. A pained groan as he squeezes himself, as you watch dribbles of pre-cum leak from his pink tip. 

“Gonna fill you up– make you, make you leak all pretty. He’ll smell my cum on you.” He struggles out, voice high and fervent as his stare flicks between the state of your cunt and your neck still to the side. Still obeying his stake, his claim on your very being. “Know you’re mine. Everyone will. Cause you are. Mine. Filled with my cum. My scent.” 

My pups. He wants to add, but he still has to wait for your heat to get that. Human’s heats seem to take forever to come. 

Your breath hitches when he finally releases his cock, when he finally lowers his frame over top of yours. His hips slowly dragging himself over the crest of your pelvis, pulling back just far enough to drag the tip of himself over your clit. Smear his cum against your skin, marking you. Keeping you. 

His cock feels so heavy against you. So thick and daunting no matter how many times you’ve taken it before. The length too pretty to be fair, nice and straight and flushed as it feels like stone against you. Red hot pressure against your cunt as he taunts you with it. Slides it down to your hole, notching himself right against your as your entrance flutters. Cunt begging, screaming for him to just thrust it inside. Fuck you fully until your lungs breathe in nothing but his air. 

“Just the tip.” You force out, your eyes trained on the scene between your thighs. Tone light, airy as a spring breeze as you attempt to keep yourself focused. In the moment. To make sure he doesn’t go too far and you’re not even more late for your gardening appointment than you already know you’re going to be. 

“Just the– tip.” He nods his head fervently, agreeing as his gaze is locked on the same sight as you. As he hovers on the precipice, a thrust away from penetrating. Cute little pink walls fluttering around barely any of him. Watching as your entrance attempts to stretch to accommodate for him, as your thighs shake with something greater than need for him to finally snap the band and let himself inside. 

“Promise. Promise just the tip. I’ll be good– promise.” His promises are as fine as sand, but you’re too cloudy to even realise it, “‘M gonna be fast, promise. Just need to cum in you. Won’t even knot.”

But even if you wanted to argue, to keep him in check, every piece of sanity you have remaining slips away the second Jimin bullies the first inch of his cock inside of your cunt. Your moans filling the air in tandem as Jimin finally feels whole again, the last bit of his soul re-entering his body whenever he gets to fill you up like this. 

“G-Good.” He stutters out, hips unable to stop and give you a moment to adjust as they already begin their thrusts. The first few inches of his cock battering your wall as he fucks ‘just the tip’ inside. “Good mate. Good. So good for me, my perfect human. Mine.” 

His head leans down, face tucking itself in your neck as he licks at your skin. Unable to stop himself from mouthing right between your neck and shoulder. Teeth scraping against the skin as you’re all but pliant to him. Fists grabbing at the back of his shirt, trying to pull him closer before pushing him away. His entire being surrounding you, all of his weight pressing into each shallow thrust. 

You feel even more out of breath than before with his weight against your chest. His hands kneading your thighs as he holds them down, makes sure they remain open for him as he gets lost in your heat.

“‘S-s’ good!” You manage to slur, though aren’t sure if your voice sounds like words or nothing more than sounds. “Min– c’mon– quick.” 

“Just the tip.” He repeats to himself like it’s a reminder. Though it doesn’t stop him from pressing in deeper with every thrust. Just a little bit every time. A little bit more and more and more. 

Fucking you open slowly, until you forget all about his promise of it just being the tip. Pushing himself inside, using his muscular hips to his advantage as he breaks you open slowly. His cock fighting where his fingers couldn’t fit, trying to remind himself to train you to take him properly so the stretch doesn’t hurt so much every time. Until half of his length has already disappeared inside of your core. 

“Promise. Promise just the tip.” Or maybe he himself doesn’t know what ‘just the tip’ is anymore, maybe he doesn’t even know where you end and he begins. “Fill you up. Make you full.” 

He groans loud when he finally bottoms out, when he gives up convincing your body slowly and just forces himself all the way inside. The other half of his cock making home inside of your heat, the skin where his knot wants to inflate practically burning with the need to cum. 

Your thighs attempt to close against his grasp, though they are forced to remain in place. Your breath hitching as you gasp, head twisting, hands twitching as you suddenly feel so full. Body attempting to do anything to pull away, to move closer, to do anything against the frame that rocks into you. To get away from the stretch, to pull him closer to fuck it away.

“Min, Min–” You repeat his name, feeling more of his saliva on your neck as he continues to work against it. Leaves love bites where he much rather place a mating mark instead, “Move, gotta move. Please.” 

You’re keening, writhing underneath of him when he finally starts the withdrawal of his hips. No more than a couple inches as he pulls back, rutting forward again with a new kind of need he hadn’t held before. His breath coming out in short, rough pants as he works his hips as quickly as he can. Refusing himself the reprieve of pulling out more than he is. 

He wants to be consumed by you entirely. Wants you to feel him cum deep. Wants to drip out of you for days. 

“Close.” He half-whines, half groans against the column of your throat, seemingly entranced by it. His hips, his desperation working you closer and closer to the edge. Feeling that band in your lower belly tighten up whenever he presses his full weight against your core, whenever you feel the brush of his cock against the too-sensitive spot inside of you. The one that has your walls clinging to him like the world depends on it. 

He finally pulls away from your neck, one of his arms propping next to your head as he takes the chance to look down at you. As you finally get the chance to look up at him– to see the fuzzy, almost manic look in his eyes. See the blushed out from of his parted lips, the too-sharp canines that reside right behind them. 

“Good human.” He swallows, mouth still salivating from the combined scents of arousal in the air, “Gonna–” He pauses, grunting as he attempts to steady his thrusts again, resuming an actual pace rather than just helplessly rutting into your core, “Gonna fill you up. Make him smell me on you.” 

He groans at the mere thought, the look on Hoseok’s face when the older hybrid catches a whiff of him on you. The claim he places right in your cunt, making sure he knows to stay out of it. Makes sure he knows who was there first if he tries to pull you away like he always does.

His hips get sloppy again, imagining Hoseok’s face pissed as he sneaks his hand between your thighs. As he gets the picture of feeding Hoseok his cum right from your center. 

You’re Jimin’s bitch. 

Thankfully, you’re too far gone to care. Barely hanging on by a thread as your head rolls back against the arm rest of the couch, nails digging into Jimin’s shirt as your walls clamp around him. Falling over the edge at a perfectly angled thrust, a loud moan of his name as your entire body ceases around him.

The leg he isn’t holding down manages to cling around him, your fingernails biting into his back as you press yourself as close to him as you can. Your spine shuttering as it releases waves of flutters down your entire body. Walls clenching, toes curling in a pattern that calls to the most base instincts of the man still fucking into you. His knot catching on your entrance with every thrust as it slowly starts to inflate, slowly tries to keep him locked inside. 

You’re burying your face in his neck, chanting words even you can’t decipher as your teeth scrape against his skin. Words foreign, lost on your tongue as you let him use you for his own release, slow shutters following you with every stretch at the base. 

“Fuck! Fuck, mate– Good mate, Mine.” He’s groaning, entirely lost himself, “Gonna– gonna make him eat it from you. Gonna watch you drip all over the garden, make him know you’re bred. Bred so good.” 

He’s gasping as he finally pulls back before his knot expands to its fullest, before he lets it trap him in your heat. Intent on keeping at least one of his promises it seems. His cum pumping out in thick waves as it coats your walls. As it fills you more than you expect it to every time. 

He manages to pull back from your death grip once the first few waves of his release dives down. His body withdrawing, hand coming to rap around his sore, inflated knot. Squeezing it as the remainder of his cock continues to leak weak spurts of cum inside of your walls. His mind dizzy with what to do to make it stick. 

He watches in awe as he presses his hips forward, oversensitivity taking over both of you as he pushes as much of his cock inside as he can, fist still firmly squeezing around his knot. Feeling the way some of his cum is pressed deeper inside, watching the way your hips wiggle to get away from the onslaught, but continuing the press and withdraw a few more times until it's too much for even him to take. His spine tingling, a confused simper leaving his lips when your hands come down to press at his hip bones, urging him to stop. 

It takes you a few more seconds to recover, trying to urge your breathing into something more standard as your eyes pinched closed, forcing your brain back from the clouds into reality. Trying to recover even though you want to do nothing more than take a nap, maybe climb into a warm bath. 

However, in the few seconds you attempt to take to recover, Jimin already seems to have other ideas. With a whine drawn from your lips, he pulls out of you, quickly replacing his cock with as many fingers as your walls will allow. Your eyes peeking open to see what he’s doing. Watching as his frame as it awkwardly shuffles down the length of the couch– the hand around his knot and the hand in your cunt making it more difficult than necessary. 

Your face pales at what he does next, yet somehow burning ten shades warmer at the same time. Your jaw dropping open, your eyes splitting open wide as he removes his fingers, buries his nose in your cunt, and inhales. 

Smells you.

“Jimin!!” You squeal, knees kicking up, feet already pressing against his shoulders. Ready to tell him off, ignoring the feeling of his cum slipping down your cheeks, no longer having anything to hold it inside. 

But before you can get a word in, he’s raising his head up. The most innocent smile on his face, his eyes aglow with happiness, “You smell like me now.” 

You freeze, stuttering. Unsure what to do as you open and close your mouth like a fish. Completely floundering between the shifts in his demeanour and the fact he just smelled your cunt! 

“You’re… You’re ridiculous.” Is all you can manage to say, feet still against his shoulders watching him with wide eyes. 

Well, that is until you catch sight of your phone vibrating against the floor, having fallen somewhere during your descent onto the couch earlier. A call from Hoseok ringing, dying out before you even have the chance to reach for it. Your lockscreen– a picture of Jimin, Hoseok, and you– coming into view. A time of 3:58 staring at your face, along with 5 missed calls from the doberman right against your notification center.  

Now, you flounder for an entirely different reason, your body moving before your mind as it rolls– well, falls, really– off of the couch. Cussing, crouching as you pick up your phone, double checking the time once again before shooting a glance over your shoulder at Jimin.

Half an hour late. 

“Shit shit shit shit shit,” You mumble to yourself, standing as you scramble towards the mirror by the front door. Attempting to fix your hair while Jimin just stares at you, thinking about how you’re the cutest thing in the world. Watching the little dribbles of white against your thigh as they leak from your cunt. 

He leisurely fixes himself up as well, settling on the fact he’s just gonna have to be uncomfortable with his knot in his pants until it releases fully. Shouldn’t take as long as normal, especially ‘cause it’s not buried inside of you. Watches happily, tail wagging as you scramble around the room. 

“Underwear!” You urge, maybe ask into the air. You’re already half an hour late. You hate being late. It sends your anxiety running high and makes everything around you spin. “Where did you put my underwear??” 

He hums, wrapping his arms around you from behind. Propping his head on your shoulder. Your thighs continuing to shake even though you force them to move– he’ll give you a massage later. “Don’t wear any.” 

He says the phrase like it's the simplest solution in the world– like it doesn’t have your mouth gawking at the idea of not wearing anything under your skirt in front of your neighbour, in front of Hoseok. 

He’ll definitely know. You won’t be able to hide it from him. Not even in the slightest. 

But as your phone rings again, Hoseok’s smiling face settling in as a backdrop, you pale. Your thumb shaking as it slowly answers. 

“H-Hoseok! Hey!” You try to sound cheery, but Jimin lets out a quiet giggle. His hand already on your lower back while he guides you to the door, humming. Scooping up your purse in the process. 

“(Y/n)?! Are you okay?” The concern in his voice is palpable, and you feel your heart cracking. 

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine! I just– I lost track of time.” The excuse is flimsy, all three of you know it. Hoseok makes a sound, considering on the other end of the line. God, you can only imagine his face right now. Even the mere idea of it sends a shutter down your spine.

“Right.” He guffs, “Get here soon then. We don’t want to waste the rest of the daylight.”

“Of course!” You quickly agree, nodding your head even though he can’t see it. Your brain already craving his praise rather than the subtle dismissal in his voice, “We’re already out the door! I promise!”

“Mm. I see you.” You tilt your head up, spotting his stare from Miss Oswald’s front door. His frame leaning against the frame, filling it out. Phone lowering from his ear as he ends the call. Arms crossing in front of his chest, his stare pinning you in place. Practically radiating authority. Radiating the urge to command, to dominate. 

You swallow. Between Jimin humming behind you, and the impenetrable stare of Hoseok in front, you feel like a cat before a hurricane. Unknowing of what is coming, only that something is. 

Looks like you aren’t wearing any underwear after all. 

An hour had ticked by.

A full hour of dealing with– with whatever this was. Hoseok acted completely normal, all smiley and bright while he helped his owner. While Jimin, your sweet, conniving Jimin, acted as if nothing was wrong. 

Both of them acted like nothing was wrong, like they couldn’t smell the sin on your skin. 

Both of them just happily chatting away in the flowerbeds like they actually liked each other. Like the too sharp smiles they sent each other's way meant nothing instead of a test of patience. Jimin smiling bright as he tilted his head back, laughing along with the sun still planted high in the sky. 

It was as if his personality had switched. Jimin, your Jimin, who normally grumbled the entire time at your neighbours’, was the perfect angel. Hoseok did much of the same. Acting like he wasn’t staring at you from the doorway an hour earlier, an all too familiar gaze locked on target while you wobbled like bambi over to him. 

It was scarier than anything else, honestly. Having the man act like nothing had occurred. Like everything was all sunshine and rainbows when you knew you were in for some sort of trouble the moment you walked through his threshold. Watched him bristle while a too-wide smile crossed his lips. 

It’s a rather horrible thing, the way he slowly made you relax. His sunshine demeanour slowly coaxing you into believing he wasn’t really upset. Like you weren’t really in trouble in the slightest. Like everything was fine and he totally hadn’t noticed the knot still straining in Jimin’s pants or the afterglow of sex still radiating from your skin. 

Like he hadn’t been analysing you from under the guise of kindness and sincerity. Trying to figure out if you had really just come into his territory with a waddle in your step and the scent of cum between your legs. 

Really, you were an auspicious thing, if nothing else. 

Coming into his home, when you were his mate. That you were his bitch. His pup. Whatever you wanted to call it, it didn’t matter. Even if he hadn’t properly confessed to you yet, he knew you both were aware of what you were.

Looks like both of his pups needed more training. He would give it to you. Make sure both of you knew your places in his pack after he got the old broad that adopted him out of the picture. 

It was always his plan, anyway. To get rid of her. The moment he first laid eyes on you he knew you were actually the one he was supposed to live with. To take care of. On paper, you would be his owner, of course. But he hoped his late night visits to your room would have convinced you by now of who was truly the owner in this scenario. 

Eventually, sooner rather than later he would have finally convinced his owner to move down to Florida for retirement just as she always dreamed about. Eventually, no matter what he had to do, he would find himself under your roof. With you everyday.

Sure, Jimin had thrown a wrench in those plans at first– well, really just made everything take a little bit longer. Made him laugh when the younger dog thought he could manage to extricate Hoseok from your life when you were so carnally intertwined. 

At first, he thought about getting rid of Jimin, too. But you just seemed so fond of the blonde boy, he couldn’t find it in himself. Maybe he thought he was a little cute too– always acting dominant. Pretending he could be in the face of someone like him. 

It was cute. And Hoseok likes cute. Makes him want to put the golden retriever in his place. 

Show him how to actually take care of a human like yourself. 

In the end, the decision was made for him in letting you keep your plaything was a simple one. He just knew the responsibility of training that brat would fall onto his shoulders. Knew he needed to teach him some fucking respect for the little stunt he pulled today. 

Ah, maybe it’s not your fault. Not really. You’re just a dumb puppy, aren’t you? Can’t help but spread your legs from the mutt when he does nothing more than gives you a simple beg. It’s Jimin’s fault, just like it always is. He can’t really blame you for anything, not ever. You’re his good, sweet girl. 

Jimin is the mutt.

He guesses it can’t really be helped. That both of his pets will need to learn to follow their alpha better. 

At least now he gets to watch you try to look cute. To try and be coy about the cum that still threatens to leak from you– despite your run to the bathroom the second you got to his house. He assumed you were in there, trying desperately to mop up the mess between your thighs. If Jimin was good for anything, at least it was that. He knows how to fill you up well. Keep it in deep in an attempt to mark his territory. 

He sighs, resolved. Though it sounds more like it’s in relief just at the sight of you. Muscular thighs rising himself from his squatted position when he watches you move over to their little group in the flowerbeds, too precarious as you carry a tray of lemonade over to the two individuals enthralled in the job of playing in the dirt. 

Another day Hoseok would have joined them, but another day Hoseok also wouldn’t have to show her dumb puppy her place. He didn’t want to get his hands dirty, anyway. He was having more fun watching you. 

As he stalks over to your form, he watches you bend over without thinking. Handing both his owner and Jimin a glass, not even considering your skirt raising along with you. At your folds now exposed to the air– exposed to his gaze directly.

It's hard for him to bite back the growl in his throat, though he finds it a lot easier to when he stands behind you. Making sure you’re covered from prying eyes. Looming over you like the decision has already been made for your fate.

It has been. But at least he’ll go easy on you. You don’t deserve the punishment, anyway. Jimin does. And the first step of that correction will be making sure you don’t leave this yard before taking Hoseok’s knot like the good little bitch you are. 

He watches as you rise, startling when you feel his presence over you. The hard planes of his form right up against your back, spooking you. You feel nice against him. So cute and small. His teeth itch for the day that they’ll get to sink into your neck formally, the gentle trace of his tongue over them doing nothing to settle the urge. 

“Ah!” Your quiet shout before you turn your head, pinching your glare up at him makes him want to coo. To wrap his collar around your neck and make you whimper, “Hoseok!” 

He smiles down at you, giving a soft laugh as he pats your head, “Boo.” 

“Not nice!” You whine slightly, scolding again. Turning around, poking a single finger against his chest like that would actually do anything. He’s sure whenever you scold Jimin, the boy would be whimpering already. Clinging to your legs for no reason at all other than never wanting you to be mad at him ever. 

He wants to roll his eyes at the thought, hazard a glance at the other dog now that your attention is residing solely on Hoseok’s shoulders. But he doesn’t. Not when he much rather keep his focus on you. 

“Sorry.” One of his large hands reaches up to wrap around your wrist, the apology thin as air as he dismisses it immediately, “I need help with something inside. Follow me.” 

“Oh–” You look behind yourself quickly, spotting Jimin chatting casually away with Miss Oswald. Twisting your head back around to look at Hoseok, take in his unarmed expression. Nothing seems to be off, even if your gut tells you otherwise. 

“Yeah! Of course.” You make a vague gesture to the tray under your arm,  “I need to put this away, anyway.” 

He only hums, a pretty note leaving his lips as he turns the other direction. Your feet following as he tugs you along with him. Long skinny tail wagging as his ears stay pitched up due to their unfortunate docking done by Miss Oswald when he was a pup and she didn’t know any better. The fluffy things moving back and forth to detect any sound.

Butterflies are already tumbling around in your guts at the sight of his back. The muscle that you know sits pretty right underneath the skin, always managing to make you feel like a school girl vying for his attention. 

Though, if you really consider it, everything about Hoseok makes you feel that way. His calm, yet assertive actions. The way he tucks you behind him whenever he feels like there may be danger around. The sturdy way he holds your hand, your wrist whenever you two walk together. The way he laughs whenever you do something embarrassing. The crinkle by his eye whenever he wants you to know he’s safe. 

Too caught up in all the considerations of Hoseok, you don’t even notice when he veers you off course. When he makes a sharp left away from the back door, instead tugging you to the side of the house. The thin alleyway between the sidewall and the fence, only slightly obscured from view thanks to a vine covered free standing trellis. 

Your head tilts as you look up at his back. His tail freezing in place, even though his entire frame remains relaxed. Carefree. The subtle squeeze tighter on your wrist finally prompting you to speak. 

“Hobi? What are–” Before you can finish the thought, your back is already pressed against the wall. The tray, once safely seated under your arm, falling to the ground. The clatter too muffled to hear farther out in the yard. Your gasp going unnoticed to the people farther out all the same.

Still, he doesn’t respond. His expression having fallen into an almost bored thing. His smile fallen, eyes simply watching. Waiting. 

Entirely unconcerned as he places his hands on your hips, thumb moving down to catch the hem of your skirt. Pulling it up, bunching it around your midsection. 

“Hoseok!” You’re already squealing, your hands coming down to the front of the material, attempting to pull it back down. To cover yourself, “S-stop! I’m not wearing any–” 

In your frantic movements, you miss the slip of his hand between your thighs. Only startled from your hasty dismissals by the feeling of his thumb between your lips, slipping down from your clit til it rests at the rim of your hole, delicately tracing it like he has all the time in the world. 

As far as he’s concerned, he does. 

“I know.” His eyes are cold as they watch you, as they pin you down in place, “Think you could come over without me knowing, pup?”

“I-I–” You aren’t sure what to say, not really. Your mind already spinning as you try to process the quick changes in direction. As you try to consolidate the friendly, carefree Hoseok– the one who didn’t seem upset in the slightest– to the one now that spreads Jimin's cum, along with your quickly accumulating slick around between your folds. 

“Wh-What are you–” The question is cut off again, unable to get a single word in between his jarring movements and voice. Your head spinning as you try to catch up, though unable to truly find a place. 

Does he seriously want to fuck you right here?! In the backyard?! 

“I think you know.” He hums, his finger slipping from your folds, instead moving down your thigh. Slowly sliding under your leg, raising it. Hitching it up to give him all the access he needs. 

“I-I– No– W-We can’t!” With his other hand, he gathers both of your wrists in one. Unconcerned with your fighting. With your wiggling and your hushed tone of voice. Doing nothing more than sending a pointed glare down at you, one that makes you feel small. Like you’re doing something you’re not supposed to.

“But we are.” He guides your hands down to the hem of your skirt, urging you to grab hold of the material and lift it up. “You’ll hold this for me, won’t you pup?” Though he asks, it sounds more like a question than a demand. 

Instantly, your body betrays you and complies. Like it's already been trained despite your brain's pre-disposed hesitance. Fingers grasping the material, slowly allowing him to slide it up until you’re hitching the material high. Cunt spread out for him, just for his viewing pleasure. 

“H-Hobi– J-Jimin–” You try to explain urgently, looking up at him with insistence though it seems like his own graze is trained between your legs. At the pink, puffy cunt that wasn’t treated with the proper aftercare you deserve. Wasn’t licked clean with anything to keep the cum inside of you, was just left pretty and used. 

“Jimin what?” 

“H-He doesn’t like it when we d-do this– w-we should– mm!” He pinches your thigh, a pinned glare raising to your face before it drops, returns back to that same simple face it seems he’s taken to wearing. 

“You’re really worried about him right now?” He sighs, his fingers releasing your wrist as they travel down to his pants. As they tug his zipper down, shove the material down with a lazy insistence. “I think you should be more worried about me. Maybe about you.” 

One final tug and he manages to get his jeans below his cock. Dark red head springing free, pretty long length practically pulsing with a need to be inside you that he’s kept locked away since you came to his door step with that shy smile on your face. 

It’s cute how you can’t help but whine at the sight of him.  Really, it is. How your lower lip drops just slightly, your cheeks flaring with an ever deeper shade. How your breath picks up every so slightly. How your hips wiggle in his grasp from the sight of him alone. Makes him want to choke you on it– too bad he doesn’t have the time right now. He’ll have to make this quick. 

At least your body knows who it belongs to.

“B-But they–” You swallow, try to control your breathing even though everything in you is screaming just to give in. “We shouldn’t, they could come over here a-and–”

“I guess you should be quiet, then.” His fist wraps around his cock, stroking over it with an appeal that has you whining. You really are no better than Jimin, are you? Just cute and dumb and begging for something to stuff you full. 

“I know you’re not good at that pup, but you’ll have to try for me, hm?” He hazards a glance up at you, tilting his head ever so slightly. 

And god do you want to give in. Do you want to get on all fours and just present yourself like he knows you want to. Just want to be good for him like he likes, like you always are for him when he comes crawling through your window and just slips himself inside with no complaints from you. 

Want to just roll over and give him everything because you never have been able to say no to either of your dogs. 

Still, no one can blame you for giving it the old college try. 

“Pl-please Hobi— I’m, I’m already sore and—“ You keep trying to make excuses, honest, you do. But Hoseok was hardly listening. “Jimin just fucked me so it’s all messy and—“

“He got you ready for me then.” He simply hums, his hand continuing to run up and down his unfairly long length. Hips canting forward on every stroke of his fist to just tease you with the presence of his head against your cunt. “Got you all stretched out to make my job a little easier. I’ll make sure to tell him he’s a good boy next time I see him.” 

“No—“ 

“Oh? You think he deserves a reward instead?” He keeps cutting you off, not letting you get a single word in. It’s infuriating. All of it is– but it’s hard to think. So hard to do anything when he finally ceases his teasing. When he finally draws his cock between your sore, cum slicked core. Fist slowly dragging himself back and forth between your folds, “I’ll let him clean my knot then. When it’s tucked nice and safe inside of you. That sound better, pup?” 

You groan in both annoyance at him and the pleasure staring to overtake you. At your legs becoming shaky, at his hand still holding you up, spreading you open. “Th-thats not what I mea–” 

“Then what do you mean?” He stops suddenly, too quickly. His cock pressing up against your hole, eyes facing you. Red swirling in his gaze, “Did you really think you could come into my territory with him all over you?” 

His hips jut forward slightly, barely stretching you yet the motion is enough to make you squirm. At the resistance fogging up your brain to ebb back, the glorious softness of submission willing your mind to let it take over instead. 

“Seriously.” He scoff, his hips slowly rocking into you, watching as your expression lulls into complacence, “I knew you were a dumb pup when you had a cock in you, but you can’t really be that stupid to think I'd let this–” He motions to your hole, pathetically fluttering around his head, “Slide.” 

He rolls his eyes as your hands reach out to press against his hip bones, fingers digging into his skin. In an attempt to draw him closer or push him back, you could hardly decipher yourself. But it seemed like he knew– he always did. He could always read you like an open book.

“Coming into my territory, letting him try to claim you like you aren’t mine.” He sinks further inside, the tip of his cock finally finding home between your pulsing walls. Stretching you ever so slightly as he sinks his weight down onto his heels.“See? I’m already inside. Took me so easy, just like that.” 

He grunts, his hips not stopping their smooth glide until he’s fucked himself all the way inside, “But we can’t, huh?” He mocks, a soft smile on his face as he curls his fingers in your hair, forcing your head to look down at where you’re fully stretched out around him. At where your cute little cunt begs for him to move. “Looks like you want to, to me.” You know he speaks, yet you can hardly hear him. Somewhere along the way– you wish you could pinpoint when– you felt cotton slowly filling your brain. Slowly floated up into the sky when he treated your body like his property rather than his own. When he treated you like his sweet toy, for him to use and for Jimin to chew on only when he allowed it. 

It had you feeling mushy inside. Had your breath speeding up into short little pants, your body unable to do anything other than follow his simple, direct command. The only kinds he knew you could take when you were in such a state. 

You certainly couldn’t focus now– not that you ever really wanted to. Not when your eyes trained between your legs. Where you could see his hips almost flush against your own, the last inch of his cock twitching as it wished to ram itself inside of you as well. 

Your nails dug deeper into his skin as you whine, little crescent moons in their place as your back arched ever so slightly. As your pupils expanded and your eyes became just a little bit too hazy. 

“Right.” He nods his head, lilt in his tone, “That’s what I thought.” 

The sigh he releases as he slowly pulls back his hips is almost euphoric. The drag of his warm length through your walls sending tingles all the way down to your toes. Your head spinning as he withdraws to the tip before rocking back inside with a lazy regard that has you wanting to yell at him.

“I shouldn’t even be doing this, you know?” He asks, though you’re not really sure if he’s expecting an answer. He surely knows you’re not able to, not when he fills you completely, when he holds your sanity in the palm of his hand, “You don’t even deserve it. Good pups don’t get cock.” 

Somewhere, the back of your brain certainly hears those words. Instantly, you’re letting out a pained whine even at the idea he would stop. Your poor little fists clambering up around his neck, drawing him closer as you tuck your face inside, “No, no.” 

You’re saying the word for an entirely different reason than before. Your walls drawing him in deeper with every slow roll of his hips, begging him not to leave you. His head rolling up against your g-spot with every single motion, little cries leaving your lips all the same.

“No?” He chaffs with a little exhale from his lungs. His entire demeanour not giving away how good he’s feeling in the slightest, leaving you to flounder in your pleasure alone, “So you’re telling me that even after you’ve been pitiful, coming to my home with a mutts cum leaking from your poor little cunt, I should let you get away with it? Really?” 

You don’t know what to say to that, really. A hazardously loud moan being the only thing able to leave your lips as he sends one particularly sharp thrust inside, the sound only muffled by the press of your lips to his throat. 

“Really? You can’t even apologise properly to your alpha?” He scoffs, his achingly slow thrusts pausing, “Fine.” 

Unable to have any time to process, to think before he’s pulling back his hips– a threat that he’s going to leave you–, you’re already blubbering. A high pitched whine along with the chase of your hips urging him to stay inside. To not leave your desperate little form. “‘M sorry! ‘M sorry! Please!” 

He pauses once again, half of his cock outside of you. The hand holding your leg high against your hip leaving little patterns across the skin for support, “For?”

“F-for– um–” You try to think, though it’s so hard. It’s always hard when Hoseok takes control like this. When it feels like he has your mind twisted around a little string, “S-sorry for l-letting Min’s cock in me b-before coming… a-and disrespecting you…” 

“Why?” Slowly, he lets his cock sink inside again, and you can’t help but let out a breath of relief.

You swallow, throat dry. Mouth opening and closing as you work for your answer. Eyes practically lighting up when you manage to come to it all on your own. Head pulling away so you can look at his face directly, “Cause I’m your bitch.” 

The smile that lights up his face makes you feel all warm inside. Has all your nerves melting in a matter of seconds now that you for sure know he isn’t mad at you, and that you know he doesn’t plan on pulling away anytime soon. 

“Good girl.” His praise sends your cunt fluttering in waves, his free hand raising up to pat your hair. Though before you can focus on it too much, his hips begin working inside you again. Bullying your cunt with the sheer length of him alone, with the skillful press of his hips, the slow grind once fully buried, on his own. 

“It’s not your fault though, is it?” His breath feels warm against your ear, his head tucking beside your own as he continues to speak. Talks you through everything just like he always does– making you feel high as a kite, but also firmly planting with him. Teetering between two worlds just like you need when your head gets too muddled up with confusing thoughts. 

“You’re just my dumb little girl. I like you a little stupid though, so that's okay.” Maybe if the circumstances were different– maybe if you hadn’t been fucked already once today– you would have argued back. Would have done something other than moan and nod your head along to whatever he had to say. “It’s Jimin's fault isn’t it? He just whines like he’s in rut and you’re too sweet to say no.” 

He nips the shell of your ear, his arm kicking your leg up slightly, resting it higher up on his forearm. Spreading you out even further for him. Making sure the pleasure-pain from the stretch and overuse combine into something for you to get drunk on. 

“It’s too much responsibility for you, isn’t it?” His tone is light again, his hand coming down between your bodies to rub at your poor, neglected clit. His thumb ribbing swift circles into the bundle, your legs wobbling as you whine, “Your cunt is.” 

Slowly, his thrusts become sharper. The lazy draw moving into powerful, precise thrusts that you can't manage to do a single thing against. Nothing other than fist at the back of his neck, let your measly claws attempt to sink into his skin, “Just let any mutt slip inside with enough begging. I shouldn’t let you have any control over it, should I?”

He grunts with each thrust, finally letting you hear his pleasure. How you’re making him feel whenever you attempt a pathetic little rut of your hips against his, trying to match his unforgiving pace. “It’s okay, I’ll take good care of it. Make sure your cute little pussy knows who it belongs to. Who it should spread its lips for.” 

The change in his pace has you reeling. Has you forgetting every ounce of the outside world. Theres no ‘rest of the backyard’, no Miss Oswald that could walk over and catch you fucking her hyrbid. Nothing but the pressure of Hoseok’s hips rutting against yours and the sound of his low grunts in your ear. “Alpha!” 

He groans, the sound vibrating right in your ear, as you accept your place. As you respond to the non-existent question in the air.  “Exactly.” 

His hips move with purpose now– driving into you over and over again. The movement not daring to pause for even a moment. Completely and utterly consumed. Each and every push in acting as a whip into your core, while every withdrawal acts as though it is moving to keep you in your place. Your whiny hips continue their attempt to keep up with him, to try and match his pace. 

The cord inside of you winding tighter and tighter, drawing entirely taught as you try to bite against the skin on his neck. So close and close and close and close and– 

“You gonna let Jimin rub up against your ass, pup? He looks like he needs it.” The world freezes around you. His thrusts stopping right when you were on the precipice, his words sending ice down your back as you wind your head back from his shoulder, eyes slowly drifting over to follow Hoseok’s gaze. 

Fuck. 

Jimin is standing there, right next to the trellis as he stares at the two of you. His mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, pupils blown wide as the flush on his cheeks. His hand wrapped carelessly around his cock– clearly having been caught stroking it himself when he thought Hoseok wasn’t paying attention. 

Flushed tip dripping with pre-cum, ears now standing at alert as both of your eyes fall on him. His feet taking one step back, then two– 

“Stop.” It’s Hoseok’s voice that makes him freeze in his place, his hand still firmly gripped around his cock. One eyebrow raised as he slowly resumes his motions inside of your cunt, not a care in the world for the pitiful pup who got caught with their hand down their pants. Meanwhile you’re still caught breathless, trying to do anything but flick your gaze between the golden’s face and his leaking cock. So red and pretty and just absolutely desperate. 

 “I would explain yourself now.” Hoseok’s voice cutting through the air, absolute authority on the edge is what finally tumbles Jimin out of his stupored state. His voice ringing out in high whines, tail wagging low as his ears pin back to the base of his skull. 

“It’s not fair!” His voice is the same pitchy, depraved thing as always. His frame quickly rushing towards your paired bodies. Unconcerned for his cock until he saddles up to your side, haphazardly grinding against your leg, already. Pre-cum smearing against the skin, perhaps another attempt at marking you while Hoseok’s cock plugs you up directly.

“I did such a good job! Such a good job at filling you up!” He complains relentlessly, wiggling his frame until he manages to get it behind you with the help of Hoseok manoeuvring you to step out a little from the wall of the house.“A-And you just! Look!” 

He whines again, practically pitiful as he shoves your skirt over your ass, your hands having dropped it somewhere along the way. His arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close. His hips starting a solid, jittery grind against the flesh of your ass while you’re just left to catch up with the two bodies now pressed up against you fully. 

“It’s not fair! I worked so hard!” He tucks his face into your neck, whimpering, pathetic. Hoseok’s hand finding its way into Jimin’s fluffy blonde locks, pulling sharply to draw his head away from the column of your throat. 

“Doesn’t explain why you were watching.” There's a snicker in Hoseok’s voice that has the golden’s cheeks flushing an even brighter shade of red, has his mouth opening and closing as he looks for an excuse. 

“B-because!” It looks like Jimin’s going to argue, but your panicked question distracts him from the debate in his heart. The question you found swirling in your mind from the moment Jimin arrived, anxiety clogging your heart as you were brought crashing back down to the earth from the fluffy clouds you once resided in. 

“Wh-Where’s–” 

It’s Hoseok that answers, already knowing where your concern is sure to lay, “Heard her car pull out awhile ago. Had dinner plans with her friends tonight.” His lips coming down, pressing an all too-gentle kiss to your forehead. The perfect pair to the slow glide of his hips. The thing slowly attempting to inch you back up to the sky, along with the stuttered ruts against your rear.

“That’s how I knew he was coming.” A pointed glance was sent over your shoulder to the blonde behind you, his hips slowly picking up as a small ‘oh’ left your own throat. Your hands slowly relaxing to scratch against Hoseok’s neck once again. As you slowly allowed the pleasure to creep back into your spine. 

“How could I not!” Jimin whines, grumbling as he forces his face back into your neck despite the pull against his hair. Maybe liking the pain of it a little bit more than he would ever be willing to admit, “I smelt you all over her! Smelt my cum and her and you!! You’re so mean!” 

The doberman chuckles, “Uh huh. Right. You say that like you have any place to, mutt.” 

“O-of course I do! You’re fucking my mate!” 

“You were getting off to it.” He rolls his eyes, “Are getting off to it.” He corrects with a shrug, his hips picking up from their slow pace as you let out a whimper. Caught in the middle of the two dog hybrids. 

Jimin’s hips rock forwards as he lets out a petulant whine, though when his cock slips between your folds to meet the feeling of Hoseok’s cock, he can’t help but keen for an entirely different reason. His entire spine shaking as his head presses against Hoseok’s precise rhythm. As he feels your hole stretch to accommodate the invading length with a desperation he’s never felt in this way.

“See?” You can hear the smirk in Hoseok’s tone, though can’t focus on it. Entirely enamoured with the feeling of Jimin's cock rutting repeatedly between your legs, attempting to match the way Hoseok rolls his own though with an entirely unrefined, uncoordinated demeanour, “Can’t even think with the promise of pussy. Both of you pups are the same.” 

You whine, hear Jimin attempt to rebuke it in the background but can’t do much more than that. The heady, spiralling feeling flooding back with so much force you can’t think. Don’t want to. If the drool on your shoulder tells you anything, it’s that your hyrbid is in much the same state. 

When Jimin’s hips begin to move with more meaning, more insistence– only then do you gasp. His hips angling in an attempt to push his way inside of your used cunt as well, stretching you ever so slightly in a way that has your entrance burning and your nails digging into Hoseok’s shoulders. A yip in your voice, yet your body obediently staying in place. 

A growl from Hoseok stops the motion entirely. A sharp tut on your hip pulling you away as he bares his teeth at the younger hybrid. As he warns him to not even attempt doing such a thing. 

And much to your surprise– Jimin’s concession is immediate. The baring of his throat, the small whimper in his voice sounding so loud in your ears. 

“No.” The doberman hybrid grumbles, his hips picking up their pace once more. The scrape of his cock along your walls making you forget about the fight you were almost concerned would break out, “Bad dogs don’t get pussy.” 

The words are a command, and Jimin knows it. Flashes his neck and whines even more as if to actually say sorry. Doesn’t move closer again until Hoseok slowly eases you back. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you do this much. You don’t deserve it.” 

Jimin nods his head quickly in agreement, though you’re not sure if he actually processes the words. His hand pressing his length between your legs again, resuming his grinding like nothing had ever happened in the first place. 

This is entirely beyond you– the whole exchange. The apparent battle for dominance fizzling away as Hoseok keeps you in his grasp. As he fucks his cock into you with purpose, with meaning now that he put both of his pets in their place. 

“I’ll punish him later, pup. Don’t worry.” He grunts, lips pressed into your hair. Shutters running down his entire spine as he hears the both of you slowly begin to fall apart. To submit to your places within the pack just like he knows you both need to to feel safe. To feel complete. 

Both of your moans ringing out loud into the air– Jimin’s desperate as he clings to you. Sweat soaking his brow. Yours angelic, the prettiest thing Hoseok’s ever heard. “You’re both just babbling babies, huh? Don’t know what to do unless someone tells you.” 

You’re brought to the precipice all too quickly once again. You’re head shaking in agreement, while Jimin hazards a half-growl that doesn’t really mean anything. Your walls desperately clinging– clamping around Hoseok’s length. Legs shaking every time you feel both Hoseok thrust into your core and Jimin fuck himself between your legs at the same time. All while Hoseok’s knot slowly grows larger. Pulls against you whenever he pulls out, incessant pressure whenever he pops it back inside.  

With the two of them working together, it's not a question how you’re brought to the edge so easily. Why you’re already tumbling over the edge even though you know you’re supposed to without Hoseok’s permission. Your vision clouding at the corners in white, a sharp inhale being the last breath you take before your orgasm overwhelms you completely. 

Two bodies surrounding you, you press forward into one and lean back into the other. Your hips kicking, stuttering while Jimin attempts to hold them in place. Hoseok’s thrusts becoming jerky in their own right as waves and waves of pleasure drown you.

Distantly, as you continue to ride out your high, you feel something stretch you to the very brim. Heavy coats of white painting your insides as a knot burns against your entrance. Locking him against you, keeping you stuffed full as more and more and more cum floods you. Makes you whimper and try to hold on. 

Slowly you drift back down to earth, your lungs attempting to follow in your footsteps as you try to catch your breath. As the fuzz leaves your ears and the sounds of Hoseok’s growls fill them instead. 

With shaky muscles and a flushed face, you try to look around. Try to use your limited movement to the best of your ability to see what has him worked up. What has Jimin whimpering like a kicked puppy in an attempt to appease him. 

Tilting your head behind you as much as you can muster, you finally see it. Hoseok’s hand wrapped around Jimin’s aching cock, right at the base. Right where Jimin’s knot had attempted to inflate right before Hoseok pulled him away from you. Before Jimin was able to cum even a little bit. 

“Don’t deserve it.” He grunts, fist wrapped around tight. Maybe almost painfully– you’re not sure, but Jimin’s tail still seems to be batting at a mile a minute. High and excited as he keens in desperation. 

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” Jimin doesn’t know what he’s apologising for, that much is clear. Only that he is and that his hips are bucking into the tight grip rather than away from it. “Please– please, I was so close. So close!”

“You really think you deserve to cum?” You feel Jimin nodding his head, his fluffy hair pressing against yours. It’s unfortunate that Hosoek’s already landed on his decision.“Cute. Too bad.” 

His fist finally releases after a traitorously long minute– a loud whine from Jimin signally he had done so. His orgasm completely denied. “What? What! I’ve been good! I deserve to!” 

“Funny.” Hoseok snorts, his attention finally returning to your shaky, wrecked form. He can’t do anything but coo at the tired look in your eyes, the way your thighs barely seem to hold you up anymore. 

“I-I’ll–!” Jimin is acting before thinking, practically frantic as he gets down on his knees to your side. Assisting Hoseok in lifting your leg higher even though it causes a creaky sound from your lips. “I’ll show you! I deserve it!” 

Before you can even manage to get a word out, you feel the softness of Jimin’s tongue against your cunt. The muscle gently licking your hole, where Hoseok has you stretched. Giving it attention that practically sets your nerves on fire, driving you almost into oversensitivity. 

You whine at the feeling, your remaining grounded knee practically giving out though Hoseok calms you before you have time to complain. Hand coming up to brush down your hair, lips finding yours to give you a soft peck. “It’s okay. He’s trying to soothe you. The ache. Dog hybrids do it for each other.” 

Oh. 

You attempt to look between your joined bodies to find the mop of blonde, though are hardly able to as he continues his soft, planned licking. A new found flutter traveling from your core at the attention, the care he provides. 

Soon, you feel the same shutters travel down Hoseok’s spine as his licking moves to the part of the knot he can still reach. Lapping oh-so carefully between your two combined bodies, your heart rate beating just a tad bit faster than before as he seems to get lost in the motion. Forgetting the point of what he was doing as he tastes your combined essence. 

“Okay, okay.” Hoseok finally grunts out, pushing Jimin’s head away. The dog hybrid coming up with a beaming smile, a combination of saliva and your arousal coating the area around his lips. 

“See? I’m good.” He announces, too proud. Hands on his hips, tail beating erratically at his spine. Somehow, you manage to nod your head in agreement. “So I get to cum now?”

Hoseok looks between you– slowly slipping away you– and Jimin, letting out a sigh. “Later. I need to get my omega home now. Into a nice bed while my knot goes down.”

You giggle softly as Jimin visibly deflates, grumbling to himself about something or other your brain couldn’t seem to deem as important. All you could figure out was the heaviness in your limbs and the urge to cuddle nagging at the back of your skull.

“‘T’s okay Min, cuddle now. Please?” Your voice is scratchy as you ask, “Did a good job cleaning, so– so I’ll help later. After cuddles.” 

Though Jimin’s ears perk, he keeps his down trodden demeanour. Following obediently behind as Hoseok lifts you up fully, making sure to keep his knot securely inside so it doesn’t tug on your poor hole. 

The walk back to your house is a blur, along with how you managed to get into your own bed changed into Jimin’s clothes. Your mind only half alert as you settle into the covers, both dog boys tucked around you securely. Keeping you safe. Keeping you loved. Keeping you warm. 

Well, until the illusion of peace is startled when Jimin sits up, a new argument clearly fresh on his tongue, “My! Omega!” 

Hoseok, sleepy as ever– hardly still conscious with his face tucked into your hair, teeth absentmindedly gnawing against your neck. “What?”

“You said my omega! But she’s mine!” 

He only laughs, tutting softly as he laces his fingers in Jimin’s hair, pulling him down. Forcing his face into the other side of your neck. Where Jimin’s mate mark would go when you eventually let you. 

“Our Omega.” 

Jimin grumbles, “Fine.” There's a few seconds of silence settling over you three once again, the feeling of their nibbling bites leaving marks against your skin drawing you closer and closer to falling asleep. “But I had her last.” 

You groan, pushing your face deeper into Hoseok’s chest. The older hybrid just chuckling, clearly more playful than dominant at the moment. Baiting Jimin even further, “I had her first, though.” 

And before you know it, a pillow is whipped around from behind your back, hitting Hoseok square on the side of the head. 

Well, if you thought having one dog hybrid as a roommate was difficult, good luck living with two.

❆ : Ctrl the Cold 2025 M.List

₊˚⊹ 𐂯┊: notes: I just love hybrid fics man what can I say, they're straight dopamine to the veins. in fact, this fic was supposed to include 3 scenes, but by the time 2 were finished and I found myself at almost 15k I said 'Lily you gotta wrap it up' LMAO!!

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[envygyuu]

𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕

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summary: thinking about clingy, possessive and cuteness aggression enthusiast reader who can’t keep her hands—or rather teeth— to herself when Seungcheol is preparing for his cxm activities.

wc: ~4.5k

pairing: idol!seungcheol x nonidol!reader (afab) [ w/ special appearance, bff mingyu ]

tw/tags: mostly pwp, established relationship, biting, marking, manhandling (he loves it), aggressive loving, oral (m.rec), jealousy, piv, choking, breath play (if u squint really hard), pet names, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, veryyy brief dry humping

< A/N: hello! this is a quick drabble i wrote out in between some WIPs i have yet to finish up. I couldn’t get this picture out of my head of domestic cheol and his clingy reader gf whose love language is presented through biting and marking him up… sighs dreamily… anyways, I hope you enjoy it and please be sure to leave a comment, reblog and/or ask! I’m eager to hear any and all feedback as it encourages me to continue my writing journey :]

At any given chance, you’re instantly sinking your teeth into his biceps, playfully tightening your grip around his throat, or simply pressing a rough kiss to his lips in passing.

There isn't a single time he doesn't accept it willingly. He knows you love him to a level he himself struggles to understand at times. The biting throws him for a loop every once in a while, sending his mind scrambling for a reason besides cannibalism.

But he finds it endearing all the same, enjoying it, even.

He loves it even more when you start doing it more often in public. He’s able to see the hunger in your eyes from a mile away and it sends a chill down his spine each and every time he catches you.

He’s posing with nonchalance for their concept photos when you first arrive, eyes darting over his form and caging your bottom lip between your teeth. He had acknowledged you with a curt smile and a nod of his head before continuing with the shoot, his own body wanting nothing more than to greet you fully in a warm embrace and kiss to your already swollen lips.

Though, as soon as the opportunity reveals itself, you’re beating him to it. You cross the set with a few quick strides in his direction before melting against him, ducking your head beneath his chin to press an innocent peck to his jaw.

He welcomes you with a tight squeeze around the hips and continues to rock you back and forth while you breathe in his scent.

“Missed you so much,” you admit with a pathetic whine. You weren't normally this needy, much less in public, but today felt different. It felt.. wrong, for once, waking up to an empty bed and a phone full of updates from his weverse, yet not a single message from him directly to you.

You knew he was busy. Hell, your relationship had been built off of his grueling schedule, back when he was promoting his second album with his group and you becoming a staff member of a sister company. He was beyond unavailable and yet you found it difficult to keep your eyes off of him. Unbeknownst to you, he was equally as desperate when it came to your attention. The few instances where your schedules would align left the both of you scrambling against the clock to further familiarize yourselves with one another, and eventually build a connection from a few fleeting glances and brief conversations.

Fast forward to now, things had only progressed in both of your careers, your lives busier than ever. You’ve been officially dating for three years and whilst primarily kept under wraps, your heart longed more and more for the opportunity to remind him of your devotion to him.

Much to your embarrassment, your loyalty presented itself with an unexplainable urge to swallow him whole and take every inch of his skin between your teeth without an ounce of shame.

Hence your current predicament; Seuncheol had his arms thrown lazily around your frame as you swayed, ever so blind to the scheming smile gracing your features. You leaned back, arching yourself against him as he questioned you with pinched brows.

To his surprise, you’d managed all the strength you had and utilized his obliviousness to your advantage, yanking him by the back of his neck and crashing your lips together with haste.

His hitched breath encourages you to move impossibly closer, your chests beating against one another with every jolt of your racing hearts.

The sheer intensity of the kiss is short lived when you detach from him with one last smack of your lips. Drunk on the high you’ve fed him, Seungcheol attempts to chase your lips, urging you to continue.

His silent pleas amuse you, enticing you to lean in towards his ear and whisper,

“Be good for me, Cheol. Go do your job and make me proud.”

You send him off with a playful nip to his cheek, your canines grazing the skin gently, cautious of the hours worth of effort his makeup artists have put in. His eyes follow your retreating form as you find your place behind the cameras.

He’s an hour and a half into taking naturally candid photos around the rented estate, and it’s driving you nuts.

The setting does little to ease your eagerness to claim him right then and there, offering a much more domestic and personal light to his preexisting bachelor aura.

He’s a fucking housewife, your mind offers you to no particular request. Your grip on your jacket’s strings falters when a deep, raspy voice presents itself near the cusp of your ear.

“Did he mention the next shoot to you?”

“Hm?” You respond, sparing Mingyu a passive glance before settling back on your deity of a man leaning over the terrace.

“We’re going swimming, if you wanted to join afterwards.”

“Why would I join?” You reply coolly.

“Well considering how much you’re drooling right now from him just standing there, I figured you’d want to indulge in having him in less layers for a few hours once we wrap up.” He grins.

Your skin burns from where he perches his chin on your shoulder, striking your body in flames as you try your best to shove your thoughts away. You can’t just indulge in your boyfriend’s near nudity just for a few hours. You know you don’t have that kind of self restraint when it comes to seeing him topless and unblemished.

“Mingyu, respectfully,” you turn to him slowly. “Get lost.”

His laugh reverberates against your arm as he tosses his top half against you, bracing himself as he catches his breath. Your sneer recoils into a smile as you catch Seungcheol’s curious glance from across the room.

His posture tenses while raking his eyes over you and mingyu, taking a moment to readjust before continuing his scene. The photographer calls for a break just a few moments later, satisfied with the outcome.

Your body is moving before you register it, slipping out of Mingyu’s reach with one last glare before you’re crashing into Seungcheol’s rigid chest.

“Baby,” he says softly, taking your arms and wrapping them around his waist before placing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. “Are you staying for the whole shoot?”

“Do you want me to?” You ask coyly, having preemptively cleared your own schedule in favor of following his.

“I always love having you here, you know that.” He smiles.

“Then I’ll stay.” You say and rise on your tip toes to plant a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Aren’t you two tired of being this clingy?” Mingyu invades your bubble in just a few seconds, separating your bodies with a sudden jut of his hip to yours.

You scowl at him as you’re rudely tossed to the side. His shit eating grin grazes his stupidly handsome features while returning your attention to him.

You two had always been at each other’s throats, both playfully and unwittingly at times. He was your best friend, nonetheless, but it sent Seungcheol’s mind reeling with how kittenish you became when he was around.

Something in his chest twinged with envy and had jealousy rearing its ugly head every once in a while when you two stood too close together, shared a meal during his turns to film or pose for photos, or even as you bantered and bickered in front of him.

He knew it was nothing. Knew you loved him too much to replace him so easily, nevertheless with his own friend and group mate.

“You’re just jealous, Gyu.” You huffed while snaking your arms around Seungcheol’s middle again.

“Me? Jealous?” He gasped, feigning an appalled expression while placing a hand to his chest.

“Yah,” Seungcheol growled. “Get lost before I call Heejoo and tell her you’re moping around on set.”

Mingyu’s eyes wander to the ground at that, rubbing anxiously at the back of his neck as he begins backing away solemnly. The mention of his current situation-ship seems to strike him a lot harder than you’d both expected, and you smirk at his crumbling confidence.

“You’re a dick for that.” He grumbles toward your boyfriend, unable to hide the sudden flush peeking out from under the collar of his shirt.

Seungcheol grunts at him once more, sending the younger man away with another dismissive threat before finally turning his attention to you.

“Will you help me put some sunscreen on before the next set?”

The following hour of camerawork concludes with a brief discussion about tomorrow’s expected schedule, all the more exhausting and seemingly endless as the last. You can see the fatigue draped over Seungcheol's features from where you stand, plummeting your heart into your stomach as you continue to watch him, mingyu and the team wearily deliberate future activities and propositions for upcoming promotions.

With a supportive clap to their backs, the team dissipates around them to end their workdays.

You take the remaining opportunity after the last staff member's departure to approach your boyfriend, your hands instinctually attached to his neck and puling him toward you. He moves pliantly, allowing his head to fall into the crook of your shoulder and neck as he exhales tiredly.

"Long day, bunny?" you remark quietly, raking your nails across the nape of his neck.

"Too long," he grumbles, ignoring the nickname you know normally grinds his gears any other day. You feel his muscles returning to their tense state as he removes himself from you begrudgingly.

"Can you stay the night?" The light in his eyes flicker with something akin to hope before clouding with uncertainty at the sound of your defeated sigh.

"I have a meeting early in the morning. Have to meet with the company to discuss some upcoming solo works." Your words fall on deaf ears as he's already groaning and pouting, choosing to disregard your excuse in favor of throwing a short-lived fit.

"I can have someone drive you early in the morning?" His offer hangs heavily in the space between you, an offer you really want to take him up on.

To your misfortune, calling out for today was enough of a reason for your company to dismiss you of your duties permanently should you choose to do it again.

The short notice had thrown your team for a whirlwind, a mini crisis plaguing the workplace and blowing up your phone for the entirety of your time spent watching Seungcheol. You were ashamed to admit it out loud, but you'd give anything to quit and replace your priorities with becoming a stay at home simp for your boyfriend. You'd give anything to watch him all day long, cling to him at every beck and call, and devote yourself to being the best version of yourself you could be for him.

Were you insane for thinking that far? yes.

Were you that serious about him? also yes.

You couldn't help the pained complaint that escaped your throat upon seeing his face fall. It shredded every single piece of you to know you couldn't stay, and even more so when he began to beg for you to.

"Please? at least for a few hours? 'Till I fall asleep?" His eyes drift between yours, searching for any bit of redemption, consideration, confirmation.

Removing your hands, you smooth over your features to look at your watch, noting the late hour and the dread pestering your mind. Your notifications peer back at your for a second, reminding you of the dedication you had to your work for the following morning.

It would only be a few hours, you consider.

A beat of silence passes by before you inevitably agree with a nod of your head. "Okay."

To say he's elated would be an understatement. He's over the moon at your response, immediately linking your fingers and dragging you inside the airbnb, shifting his direction towards the bedroom as you enter.

"I'll take a shower and then we can watch a movie!" He suggests after leading you to the bed where you sit patiently, smiling as he trips over his own two feet while dashing toward the bathroom.

God, you can't believe he's yours.

"Did you know you had a mole here?"

Seungcheol meets your eyes through the reflection of the mirror, watching you trail your nails down his spine as he finishes his skin routine at the bathroom sink. You've since changed into a spare set of his clothes, a simple t-shirt that drapes over your dips and curves and ends just past the apex of your thighs.

His gaze lingers for a moment longer than it normally does, mouth subconsciously watering at the sight of you.

"I don't think so." He chuckles softly while returning to his process of unfolding a face mask and spreading it across his features carefully.

"Your back is so..." your voice drawls with a pensive hum, considering your words intently before continuing. "boring."

"Huh?" He turns in your grasp, catching the faint smirk pulling at the corner of your lips.

"It's just missing something." You utter.

"Like what?" he murmurs, his lips pursed in effort to keep his mask from slipping.

Your grin spreads along your face, head cocking to the side as you maneuver your hands over the expanse of his bare chest, raising goosebumps in their wake.

"Could use a little more me on it."

You spot the shift in his demeanor, shoulders tensing slowly, eyes sharpening, and the veins in his neck straining as he swallows dryly. You don't give him a chance to act on his desire, gracefully pinning his wrists against the counter and slipping your tongue out to lap at the flushed skin of his neck.

His groan rumbles from between your pressed chests, audibly forfeiting all control as you continue to press open mouthed kisses to his throat. His hips buck desperately when he feels your teeth graze just past his jugular, sinking deeper into his flesh with every breath he gasps.

"Baby," he whimpers against your persistence. You pull back, relishing in the subtle chase of his lips toward yours, halting just out of his reach with an arched brow.

"Bunny?" you counter, urging him to proceed with what he needs to say.

"Can't." He whines, overwhelming mortified with displeasure for having to restrain himself.

"Can't what?" You probe innocently, inching closer once more, guiding him back to you by the draw strings of his shorts. He lulls forward without resistance, drawn to your lips with nothing except a mere inch between them.

"Can't be marked. Not now." He says petulantly, eyes downcast as he drops his head, dejected.

Your heart thuds against your rib cage at that, growing restless as fondness ebbs away at your brain, turning it into mush. He knows you so well, knows that you need to mark him up, leave your presence on his skin for everyone to see how taken he is.

Love smothers your senses, your head cloudy and full of him. Your everything. Your person.

You reach to curl your fingers through his blonde, wet strands, tugging with enough force to lift his head once more. He moans quietly at that, his own hands finding purchase on your hips as he stares at you through his dark lashes.

You smile and tap his bicep with your free hand. You notice his eyes trailing your features hungrily before placing a gentle kiss to his muscle, right below his shoulder.

"'S okay, Bunny." You coo.

His arm flexes under the warmth of your fanning breath, fidgeting at every peck of your lips you lead up his arm and toward his chest.

You freeze once you've reached his collar bone, slowing your breathing and blowing a long, heavy exhale that mists over his already clammy skin. You smirk triumphantly at his muted mewl, watching his chest rise and fall erratically.

"I won't mark your pretty skin just yet," you reassure calmly, your hand still twisted in his hair as you pull it experimentally once more, lavishing his skin in praises when he moans.

"Stay still for me, m'kay?"

You don't wait for his response before sinking your teeth near his clavicle with pressure, not enough to break skin but plenty to stimulate both him and you when he ruts against you.

"Gentle," He reminds you through brief, measured breaths.

"I know, I know." you chide and release your grip on his hair briefly to instead hold his throat between your hands.

His eyes peer down at you for a short moment before flashing you a playful grin. You mirror it with your own before squeezing lightly at his neck, reveling in the meek sound he coughs out.

"So pretty," you murmur lovingly. "All mine to play with however I want. Whenever I want."

To his dismay, his nod is restrained and dismissed by you when you apply just a bit more pressure, your gaze darkening as he wraps a hand around one of your wrists, wordlessly pleading for more. You oblige and wedge your knee between his thighs, now aware of how engrossed he truly was upon feeling his pulsing erection against your bare skin.

"Is this why you wanted me to stay so bad? So you could be manhandled by your pretty girlfriend? Hm?"

Your hands release him, dropping to your sides as he heaves a few labored breaths, his eyes never once leaving your retreating form as you saunter toward the bed, patting the space beside you once you're perched at the edge.

He carries himself on wobbly legs to where you sit, landing ungracefully onto the bed with a soft "oof" before reaching a hand out toward you. You link your hands together momentarily, allowing yourself to soak in the appearance of his current state; dazed, spent, and utterly beautiful with every inch of his skin painted a bright red by an angry flush.

"Roll onto your belly for me, Cheolie." you direct.

He does so without complaint, damningly compliant to your every command. You absentmindedly trace shapes into his spine, your lips curling into a smile each time he flinches against the brush of your nails.

He rests his head against his folded arms, unintentionally flexing his muscles at the broadness of his shoulder blades. You chuckle, quietly shifting your attention to the taut skin, lowering yourself to place lingering kisses.

A sigh creeps out of his deflating body, audibly enjoying your attention. You proceed to kiss your way up, pausing to nip at the fat of his arms playfully and releasing a giggle of your own when he claims he's ticklish with a laugh.

You bite back the quip on your tongue, choosing to focus more on his twitching hips by running your hand over the smooth skin of his arched lower back. He hums, satisfied, and groans when your begin to pull his shorts down his thighs, allowing them to fall aimlessly to the ground.

He jolts upright when your hand collides with a loud smack against his ass, immediately coiling into himself with a yelp.

"What, you can do it by I can't?" You joke when he replies with a harmless glare.

"I'm not letting you peg me, if that's what you're leading up to." He chastises with narrowed eyes.

You feign a look of betrayal, simultaneously guiding him onto his back once more as you move to straddle his hips.

"Tough, I really wanted to see your cute little ass all perked up for me." You can't hold back the devious giggle that threatens to escape you, fully leaning against his chest to stabilize yourself.

"You're insane." He huffs with an eye roll.

"Yeah, but it's kind of cute." Your smile lingers a moment longer as he presses his lips to your forehead, soft and everlasting.

It's then that you lift your head and laugh once more, your fingers reaching to remove his face mask he'd long forgotten.

"I was really trying to keep a straight face!" You giggled. He levels you with a bashful scowl, turning away from your gaze as you settle down with a quiet sigh.

In the blink of an eye, your playful character is gone, replaced by your previous deviant nature.

"You're gonna be the death of me." He murmurs against your skin when you begin grinding your clothed pussy onto his exposed cock.

"I better act quick then," You retort while reaching down and clutching onto your panties to pull them side, angling your sopping folds to trail over the head of his cock.

"Fuck, Bunny. You're so fucking perfect." You groan into the dip of his shoulder, pressing yourself harder against him. His grip on your waist returns, clambering against your ministrations.

"Just— just take me already." He grits out through a particularly sharp inhale. "And don't call me bunny— shit —while we're fucking, jesus."

"You got it, Bunny." Your voice cracks ever so slightly as you begin your descent down his length, abdomen flexing with every ragged breath you take as he breaches your entrance. The stretch is painful, tearing you apart no matter how many times you've taken it. Tears spring to your eyes, threatening to spill before you finally settle, flush to his groin with a shaky breath.

"Oh fucking hell," He moans deeply. He recovers with a sudden shift of his hips, stripping you of all power you previously obtained.

You lurch forward with a startled mewl, your face falling between the crevice of his jaw and throat. Your mouth latches on helplessly, teeth grazing the stubble of his chin and biting down impishly.

He returns the favor, pausing to rip your (his) shirt off and tossing it aside hurriedly, attaching his mouth to the mound of your breast, nibbling at the supple flesh and grinding up into you when you elicit a borderline pornographic moan.

"Please, Cheol, please." You moan against his ear, grinding against him feverishly. Your begging fuels him further, ripping every ounce of self restraint out of him, replaced with an insatiable appetite only you can satisfy.

"You're so beautiful, baby. I'm gonna let you mark me as soon as all of this is over. Soon, my love. So soon." His attempts to soothe your desires warm your insides, your knees near gelatinous as he rams into your pulsating heat without a second regard or worry.

You feel his pace quickening with every plunge, your own movements futile in contrast with his. Your back hits the mattress in a flash, your legs forcefully pinned to your sides as he impales you over and over.

Your moans melt into short, wispish screams when you feel his mouth latch onto your breasts again, leaving deep, bruising indents from his teeth.

The mere idea of him biting you, the same way you've done with every given opportunity in the past, has your legs clenching against his waist, your teeth clamping around your lips as you feel yourself release into the euphoria of your climax.

"More, Cheol, please more—I want—I need more." Your cries fill his chest with pleasure and vanity, thrusting him head-first into the deep end of your satisfaction. He comes with a choked out cry, muffling the sound into your chest as he curls inwards, pumping himself dry into your tightening core.

"Baby," his hand leaves your waist to settle on your sweaty cheek, caressing the crimson skin as he adores your spent features. "You did so good, my love. so good for me."

You groan softly in reply, motioning for him to lay beside you with a limp wrist. He chuckles softly and gently pries himself free of your tight cunt with a groan.

“One more round?” You mumble into the pillows, peeking an eye in his direction to catch the faint grin on his dewy face.

“Give me ten minutes.”

“Shit,” he hisses. “Slow down.”

Your tongue slips between the slit of his cock, catching every last drop of his seed from his second release.

If there’s anything you’ve learned about your boyfriend in the past three years of dating him, it’s that he’s prone to over sensitivity after his second high. While you can recover relatively quickly after an orgasm, his stamina is overmatched by the mere pain of reaching another climax so short apart.

It’s something you both teetered the line with, not knowing whether it was right or even possible to milk him for as many rounds as he could. But, much like the rest of your ideas and suggestions, he couldn’t say no to you.

So you pumped his cock even faster, watching his jaw slack and chin quiver with a cry as he came down from his third match.

“You’re doing great, bunny.” You encourage, slowing your pace down to run a stripe along the side of his length with your tongue.

His brows dip and another moan escapes him. “You’re— you’re killing me.”

“Mh,” you hum. With a final tug to his half hard cock, you trail your lips over the smooth surface of his inner thigh, relishing in his breathy exhales.

“You’re always so good for me.” You say.

The tip of your tongue traces the faint stretch marks of his upper thigh, nearing the edge of his hip where you still.

The pads of your fingers skim over the flesh before you’re leaning forward and clamping your mouth down full force, undoubtedly leaving a mark this time.

You hear his choked shriek of pleasure and pain, the sudden grip on your hair paired with it.

“Fuck! ‘M gonna come again.” His voice lilts, pitched higher than usual.

You continue to pepper kisses along his waistline before meeting his opposite thigh with another skin-breaking bite. Your moan pulsates against the irritated skin, soothing the burn and easing the mark against the fat of his thigh to an eventual bruise with the flat of your tongue.

“Can’t take anymore.” He cries desperately, loosening his fingers wrapped around your disheveled locks as he comes down from his final release.

You give in to his whining after another brief moment of caressing the enflamed skin. You carefully ascend up his hiccuping body, tiny pecks littering his bareness before you connect your mouth with his with the upmost tenderness you could possibly muster.

“I love you so much.” You speak quietly against his lips.

His eyes remain shut, fluttering in and out of consciousness as he nods his head in response.

“Love you too.” He murmurs.

Laying your head on his chest, your entire being laxes against him, fully satiated and enraptured in his presence. A hand creeps up your waist, squeezing your side carefully as his body deflates beneath you with a deep exhale.

You could never truly thank him enough for indulging in your antics. You’re aware your love languages are drastically different; yours being entirely unhinged and bordering aggressive, where as his is prevalent in his gentle mannerisms, gift giving and pure compliance when it comes to you.

Nevertheless, the love you both have for one another surpasses all expectations and continues to surprise you day after day, year after year.

Even if you have to hide your love bites from the public eye.

< A/N: fin! this took a lot less time to write than i anticipated, despite the fact that smut tends to discourage my creativity. but! after getting all of my thoughts out and returning to the storyline with fresh ideas and inspiration, i was able to pump out a pretty decent chunk of raunch to satisfy my expectations for my first time writing smut.

that being said, i hope this flows well and encourages you to leave a comment or repost! feedback and suggestions are always appreciated. :) thanks!!!

[ddeonggrami]

Soft n’ sweet (or not!)

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader

genre: smut w/ minimal plot

warnings: minors dni !! absolutely no proofreading, meandom!seonghwa, sub!reader, healthy dose of degradeation and condescending seonghwa (YAY !!), overstimulation, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it, fr people !!), light orgasm control, aftercare, petnames (sweet thing, pretty girl, baby, etc…), everything is consensual !!

w.c. 1.3k~

a/n: my first fic is finally done !! Thank you to the lovely @minkisdoll for helping me figure this all out. I hope you all enjoy it and feedback is more than welcome !!

Seonghwa loved lots of things that many would consider childish for his age. Legos, animal crossing, those silly little animal pens from souvenir shops, and so on. Bottom line was that if he found it cute, he had to have it. That’s how he found you. When you first met him, you were fresh out of college and had just moved to the city, and possibly the sweetest thing he’d ever seen. You were introduced to him via San, who happened to be a family friend of yours, and your mothers helped you reconnect once you moved out. You came over to their apartment for dinner one night, and left with a stomach full of takeout and Seonghwa’s number in your phone. He immediately took you under his wing, helping you around the house, showing you his favorite coffee shops, doing just about anything to help you settle into your new life…and into his.

It took him about a year to get you wrapped around his finger, but it wasn’t hard, he just wanted to take his time. He finally asked you out on a proper date, as his girlfriend, and within 3 weeks you were completely smitten. Finally his, another pretty thing to add to his world.

Then came the gifts. He’d buy just about any pretty little thing he saw and reminded him of you. Jewelry, trinkets, anything he deemed sweet enough for you. But by far, his favorite things to get you were plushies. Special edition jelly cats from cities he visited on schedules, his aniteez and mighteez characters, and he loved them so much because they were soft, like you. In fact, once you moved in with him, the plush toys nearly overtook the entire bed, to the point you had to buy a shelf just for them.

—☆ —☆ —☆ —☆ —☆ —☆ —☆ —☆—

Tonight, he bought your favorite takeout and big, stuffed rabbit. You’d had one of those horrible days, where it felt like nothing was going your way. The tears didn’t stop, and of course he was the first person on your mind. You had called him on your way home, and he was more than happy to take care of you, get you a little something to cheer you up.

“(name), what’s wrong my darling?” His voice was the first thing you heard as he watched you walk through the front door. You were already sniffling and mumbling out explanations, but he hushed you quickly, saying “it’s alright, just come lay with me.” You did exactly that. You quickly took your outside clothes off, changed into something more comfortable, and laid you head on his chest.

Seonghwa loved the feeling of caring for you, he just wanted to protect his baby from every bad thing in this world. But deep down, Seonghwa wanted to ruin you. He felt bad, tricking such a sweet little thing into thinking he was always gentle. Yet at the same time it felt way too good, knowing he was the one who’s arms you’d always fall into; the same arms that were now holding you down to your shared bed as he started kissing down your neck.

—☆ —☆ —☆ —☆ —☆ —☆ —☆ —☆—

“aww, you look so fucking pathetic right now, sweet thing…” he laughed at the sight of you sniffling into the stuffed bunny’s fur as he curled his fingers in and out of your pussy. “You do realize I haven’t even fucked you yet, right? And you’re already so messy for me…”

“hwa— s’ too much! Fuck, cumming!” You’d already lost track of how many times he’s made you cum on his fingers, 3? 4? 5? It was always like this, he was so unfair, coaxing you into overstimulation under the guise of “prepping” you. It wasn’t uncalled for, your boyfriend was well endowed to say the least, but did he really have to be so mean about it?

He finally pulled his hand away from your poor cunt, licking his fingers clean. “Gonna fuck you now, okay pretty girl?” You could already feel his head bumping against your entrance, and all you could do was nod dumbly into the plush toy.

“Nuh uh, what did I say…use your voice.” He took the plushy away from you, uncovering your tear streaked face. “Seonghwa, please, I need— fuck!” He smiled cruelly, pushing the rabbit back into your chest as he bottomed out in one, brutal thrust. He didn’t start moving just yet, letting the sting of the stretch subside. But once it did, he set a slow, deep pace that made your head feel all fuzzy.

“Seonghwa, seonghwa, seonghwa— please let me cum!” Your voice had been reduced to a syrupy sweet whimper, as sticky as the mess between your thighs. He was so pretty on top of you, moaning in your ear and mocking your silly little whines, licking your tears as they fell down your cheeks. Whatever it was that ruined your day felt so far away now…

“you look so precious right now, baby, letting me slut you out…moaning like a fucking pornstar” His soft features were now sharp, his dark eyes piercing into you heart. Through the hazy state of your brain, you couldn’t help but wonder: where had your soft, sweet boyfriend gone? But you didn’t have the time, or frankly the mental space, to worry about that. All you could do was beg and scream his name until your throat was raw. “Poor thing, you really wanna cum, huh? You’ll do it when I fucking say so.”

Your whimpers only got louder, and your pussy was clamping down on him like a vice. “You like it when I’m mean, don’t you? Answer me, baby…” he held on to your jaw, not tight enough to hurt you, but enough that your cheeks were squished by his fingers. He wasn’t letting up, grinding into you harder and faster, a hand reaching down to rub circles on your puffy clit, making it difficult for you to form coherent sentences.

“Mhm— Seonghwa, I can’t— Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” Your orgasm hit you hard, so hard you feel like you’re going to pass out. Stars danced across your vision as your hands squeezed his shoulders, trying to get a grip back on reality. He was still fucking into you, brows knitted as he focused on reaching his own high.

“Such a filthy mouth for such a sweet girl, huh? Couldn’t even wait for me to say you could.” He cooed, sarcasm dripping from his tone. “But don’t worry…won’t be to hard on you tonight…”His voice was breathless, it was clear his orgasm was rapidly approaching.

“Gonna— Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, darling” you just nodded, damn near sobbing into the stuffed rabbit from the overstimulation. With a final thrust, he came, pumping your cunt full. He touched his forehead to yours, and caught his breath before speaking again.

“you okay, baby? Was I too rough?” That soft, starry look returned to his eyes as he searched your own for any sign of discontent. You were much too far gone to answer properly, so you just nodded in response. He took the rabbit plushy away from you, and before you could complain, he lifted you in his arms and carried you off to the bathroom. It felt nice to be away from the now ruined sheets, but suddenly you could feel the sweat in every corner of your body, the uncomfortable stickiness in your cunt, eliciting a whine from your lips.

“you’re okay, pretty…I’m gonna get you cleaned up.” He pulled you closer to his chest, a clammy hand smoothing over your hair. He helped you shower, gave you one of his t-shirts to sleep in, and changed out the bedding. You finally ate the takeout he’d bought, and as you settled into the crisp, cool sheets, you reached for the stuffed rabbit. It still smelled like sex but it was so soft beneath your fingertips, soft like your skin beneath Seonghwa’s hands, soft like you, all pretty in his bed.

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[sailorsoons]

House Rules | Masterlist

MATING: F.Reader x ot13 PACK MEETING: The House Rules are made to make the pack function - they're vital to a pack this size, and everyone loves the House Rules. Especially you, the single omega in the entire pack, who the House Rules are designed entirely around. FRIDGE NOTES: This collection functions as an interactive piece between myself and readers. Every chapter posted of this universe will be a request from you - the reader. Readers who would like a chapter of this written will fill out the request form, and that will serve as the framework for me to write a chapter. This collection is not meant to have a plot or overarching theme - it's entire purpose is to write smut, fluff, angst - whatever you, as the requester, wants, so long as it makes general sense to the pre-established universe where all of seventeen and reader function as an established back that live together! RATING: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It may contain explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. PACK WARNINGS: Some chapters may contain smut. All chapters will be warned appropriately. PACK SCHDULE: This series has no schedule. I fill requests as I can and this only gets updated if I have requests! This series also has no scheduled end - requests will remain open until I no longer want to work on the fic.

REQUEST RULES: ☼ In general, ensure your requests are reasonable. ☼ Requests must be within this initial concept of the pack together in a shared omegaverse. Requests outside of this concept will be deleted. ☼ I will fill requests at my own pace. ☼ Not all requests may be filled, either because they are duplicates, may make me uncomfortable, may not make sense to the overall work, or because there is something about them that doesn't work. ☼ You may not change the pre-assigned sub-gender of a member in your request ☼ Your request shouldn't force me to ret-con or backtrack/negate something already posted REQUEST FORM: Request here

THE HOUSE RULES: 1. The omega is never allowed to eat alone unless she asks to - SEUNGCHEOL 2. If she falls asleep on you, carry her to bed. No exceptions - MINGYU 3. Nobody leaves for long amounts of time without scenting her goodbye - JEONGHAN 4. Her nest is neutral territory. Arguments end at the door - JOSHUA 5. If the omega asks anything during heat, the answer is always yes - THE PACK 6. No one is allowed to make her cry and leave the room afterward - WONWOO 7. If she steals your clothes, they belong to her now - MINGYU 8. The omega is not permitted to carry heavy things while alphas are present - MINGHAO 9. Whoever wakes her up is responsible for dealing with the consequences - VERNON 10. Use the omega as you please, but respect is mandatory - THE PACK 11. The omega is not allowed to beg and then act surprised when someone gives in - SEUNGKWAN 12. If she wanders into an alpha’s room after midnight, she knows exactly what she’s doing - SEOKMIN 13. The omega is not allowed to start things in shared spaces and then complain about being watched - JUNHUI 14. If she’s whining, someone should probably handle it - CHAN 15. The omega is not allowed to say “I’m fine” without at least one person investigating immediately - JIHOON 16. Arguments about whose turn it is to use her next must be resolved by rock paper scissors - SOONYOUNG

MEET THE ALPHAS: Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Junhui, Soonyoung, Seokmin, Minghao MEET THE BETAS: Joshua, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Vernon, Chan

C H A P T E R S 1 | Rule One

[seokbite]

PRIVATE PRACTICE | jeon jungkook ⋆ ⸝⸝

starring: sex therapist!jungkook x fem!reader

synopsis: When your boyfriend Soobin struggles to satisfy you in the bedroom, you both agree to see the city’s most sought-after sex therapist: Jeon Jungkook. Charming, confident, and dangerously skilled with his hands, Jungkook doesn’t just offer advice— he shows you exactly how it’s supposed to feel. What starts as clinical demonstrations quickly turns into something far more intense, with Soobin watching helplessly from the corner as Jungkook takes his time teaching your body pleasures your boyfriend never could.

warnings: smut mdni, masturbation, use of a vibrator, cuckholding, fingering, oral (f.rec.), unprotected sex, missionary, lotus, doggystyle, biting, ass eating (because @merakoo asked for it), ass slapping, hair pulling, rough sex, lots and lots of dirty talk, creampie, squirting, this is filthy as fuck, soobin x reader. check out my patreon for part two coming soon....

✶﹐word count: 10.5k

The room was quiet except for the slow, uneven sound of your breathing slowly returning to normal. You lay on your back beside Soobin, both of you staring up at the ceiling where the same faint crack in the paint had been mocking you for months now. The sheets beneath you felt sticky and warm, but the warmth wasn’t the satisfying kind that usually came after really good sex. It was just… fine. Everything lately had been fine. His hand had been gentle on your hips, his kisses soft against your neck, and when he finally came, he let out that familiar quiet groan before collapsing beside you. But you hadn’t. Not even close.

In the beginning of your relationship, the sex had been good enough to leave you content. It wasn’t mind-blowing or adventurous, but it was warm and loving and enough to make you curl into him afterward with a sleepy smile. Over the last couple of years though, things had slowly changed. The spark had dimmed into something mechanical, almost routine. You found yourself lying there more often than not, faking soft little moans so he wouldn’t feel bad, while the ache between your legs only grew more frustrated. Sometimes you wondered if he noticed how often you slipped away afterward. Tonight, you knew he did. You could feel it in the way his body had tensed just slightly when he pulled out, the unspoken awareness hanging heavy between you.

Soobin shifted beside you, the mattress dipping as he rolled over. His arm draped loosely across your waist for a moment before he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there like an apology he didn’t quite know how to voice. “Goodnight, baby,” he whispered, voice already thick and sleepy. You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to sound normal.

“Goodnight,” you replied softly, turning your head just enough to brush your nose against his shoulder.

You waited in the dark, listening carefully as his breathing gradually slowed and deepened. Minutes stretched out, each one feeling longer than the last. When you were finally sure he was fully asleep, you slipped out from under his arm with practiced care, trying not to disturb the mattress too much. The cool air of the room hit your bare legs as you stood, and you padded quietly to the bedside drawer. Your fingers closed around the smooth, familiar shape of your vibrator, the one you’d come to rely on more than you wanted to admit. The weight of it in your palm felt almost comforting now.

You tiptoed into the bathroom and closed the door behind you with a soft click, locking it out of habit even though Soobin was dead to the world. The small nightlight cast a gentle golden glow across the tiles as you leaned back against the sink counter. Heart still racing from the unresolved tension in your body, you hiked up the oversized t-shirt you’d thrown on and parted your thighs. The moment the buzzing toy pressed against your swollen, neglected clit, a shaky exhale escaped your lips. This was never fine. This was intense, almost desperate— the sharp pleasure you craved but could no longer get from the man sleeping in the next room.

Your free hand gripped the edge of the counter as you worked the vibrator in slow, teasing circles, then faster, chasing the release that had been denied to you earlier. Your mind wandered while your hips jerked against your hand, thoughts drifting dangerously toward the crumpled business card you’d tucked away in your purse weeks ago. Jeon Jungkook. Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in couples’ intimacy issues. You’d stared at that card so many times, equal parts ashamed and curious. The glowing reviews online had mentioned how thorough he was… how hands-on.

Your thighs trembled as the pressure finally built to its peak. You bit down hard on your lip to stay quiet, eyes squeezing shut while the orgasm crashed over you in strong, pulsing waves. For a few blissful seconds, everything else disappeared— the frustration, the guilt, the growing distance between you and Soobin. Only the sharp pleasure remained. But as the high faded and you caught your breath under the dim nightlight, the reality settled back in. This couldn’t keep going on like this. Something had to change.

The next day dawned gray and quiet, the kind of overcast morning that made the apartment feel smaller than it was. You woke up before Soobin, his arm still loosely draped over your waist from the night before. For a long moment you just lay there, staring at the faint crack in the ceiling that had become an unwilling witness to so many disappointing nights. Your body still carried the faint ache of unresolved need, even after last night’s secret session in the bathroom. The memory of the vibrator’s buzz and the sharp, guilty pleasure it brought made your thighs press together under the sheets.

All day the business card burned a hole in your pocket.

You went through the motions— making coffee, answering emails, attending meetings, but your mind kept circling back to it. Should I say something? What if he gets defensive? What if he thinks I’m unhappy with him as a person and not just… this? The card felt heavy, its edges sharp against your fingertips every time you brushed your hand over your pocket. At lunch you pulled it out in the bathroom stall just to stare at the elegant black text again: Jeon Jungkook, Licensed Sex Therapist. Specialist in Couples’ Intimacy & Desire. Your stomach twisted with nerves and something else, something hotter and more dangerous.

By the time evening came, the anxiety had twisted into a constant, low hum beneath your skin. You cooked dinner in silence while Soobin set the table, the two of you moving around each other with the familiar, gentle choreography of a couple who had been together for years. Pasta with creamy tomato sauce, garlic bread, a simple salad, comfort food on a night that felt anything but comfortable. The apartment smelled warm and safe, yet your heart wouldn’t stop racing.

Halfway through the meal, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Your fork paused above your half-eaten plate, twirling a strand of pasta that you no longer had any appetite for. Soobin was talking softly about his day, something about a deadline at work, but the words barely registered. Your fingers trembled as they slipped into your pocket and pulled out the slightly creased business card. Without a word, you slid it across the wooden table until it rested beside his glass of water.

Soobin’s voice trailed off. He looked down at the card, fork hovering in mid-air for a second before he slowly set it down. The quiet clink of metal against the plate sounded impossibly loud. You held your breath, chest tight, watching his face as he picked up the card with long, elegant fingers. His eyes scanned the text once, then again, more carefully. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

You waited for confusion. For hurt. For anger, maybe. Instead, Soobin let out a long, slow sigh.

It wasn’t the frustrated kind you’d feared. It was… relief. Deep, exhausted relief. His shoulders sagged as he placed the card back on the table, turning it over once between his fingers before looking up at you. His eyes were soft, a little sad, but strangely calm.

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” he asked quietly.

You swallowed hard, nodding. Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. “Yes. I… I know things haven’t been great. Between us. In bed. I know you’ve felt it too.”

Soobin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He stared at the card for another long moment, then looked at you again— really looked at you. There was no defensiveness in his gaze, only a quiet acknowledgment that made your throat tighten.

“I have,” he admitted, voice low. “I’ve felt it for months. Every time I touch you and you don’t… every time you make those little sounds like you’re trying to spare my feelings.” He gave a small, self-deprecating smile that broke your heart a little. “I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t want you to think I don’t want you anymore, because I do. So fucking much. I just… I don’t know how to fix it.”

The honesty in his words made your eyes sting. You reached across the table and took his hand, squeezing it gently. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you were really seeing each other again. “I don’t want to keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not,” you whispered. “I think… maybe we need help. Real help. From someone who knows what they’re doing.”

Soobin glanced back down at Jungkook’s name on the card. His thumb brushed over the printed letters almost absentmindedly. After a long pause, he nodded. “Okay,” he said softly. “If you’re sure you want to do this… then I’m in. We’ll do it together.”

You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, a strange mix of nerves and excitement fluttering in your stomach. The decision was made. The appointment would be made.

The waiting room of Jeon Jungkook’s private practice was quieter than you expected. Soft ambient music played low in the background, something instrumental and soothing that did little to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You sat on a sleek gray couch beside Soobin, your hand resting loosely in his lap while his thumb brushed slow, absentminded circles over your knuckles. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light, but the tension in your chest made everything feel slightly unreal.

You had been nervous all morning. The drive here had been mostly silent, both of you lost in your own thoughts, but now that you were actually here, sitting in this elegant, minimalist office, the nerves had twisted into something sharper. A low, thrilling hum of excitement sat right beneath the anxiety. Your thighs pressed together under your sundress as you replayed the glowing reviews in your head. Thorough. Transformative. Life-changing.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity.

Every time you heard footsteps in the hallway, your breath would catch, only for the sound to fade again. Soobin squeezed your hand gently, offering a small, reassuring smile, but you could see the same mixture of uncertainty and hope in his eyes. He looked handsome today in his button-up shirt, but even that familiar sight couldn’t stop the restless energy buzzing under your skin.

Finally, the door opened.

Jeon Jungkook stepped inside, and for a moment the world seemed to tilt.

He was stunning. Easily one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with a quiet, confident grace that immediately filled the room. His black hair was slightly tousled, falling over his forehead in a way that looked effortlessly perfect. Sharp jawline, full lips, and dark, piercing eyes framed by long lashes. He wore a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing tattoos that disappeared beneath the fabric, and tailored slacks that accentuated his powerful thighs. The subtle scent of his cologne, something woody and expensive, reached you as he closed the door behind him.

You couldn’t stop staring.

Jungkook didn’t speak right away. He crossed the room and settled into the large leather chair across from you, clipboard in hand. For several long minutes he simply read over his notes, his expression calm and focused. The silence was heavy. You found yourself tracing the line of his neck, the way his fingers held the pen with quiet strength, the faint flex of muscle in his forearm as he turned a page. Heat crept up your neck. Soobin shifted beside you, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the man in front of you.

After what felt like forever, Jungkook finally looked up.

His eyes met yours first, then shifted to Soobin. A small, professional smile curved his lips, warm, but with something unreadable flickering behind it. “Hello,” he said, voice smooth and low, like velvet dragged over stone. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Thank you for waiting. I’ve reviewed the intake forms you filled out online.” He set the clipboard on his lap and leaned back slightly, giving you both his full attention. “So… why don’t you tell me what brought you here today?”

You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. Soobin gave your hand another squeeze, silently encouraging you to start. Your voice came out softer than intended as you began to speak.

You told him everything. How the sex had been good in the beginning, warm, loving, safe. How over the past couple of years it had slowly become routine and unsatisfying. You described lying beneath Soobin, faking soft moans while your body remained tense and frustrated. The mechanical rhythm, the lack of real spark, the growing ache that no amount of “fine” could satisfy. You mentioned slipping away to the bathroom at night with your vibrator, chasing the intense pleasure your boyfriend could no longer give you. Your cheeks burned as you spoke, but Jungkook’s gaze never wavered. He listened with complete focus, occasionally nodding or jotting something down on his clipboard.

Soobin chimed in quietly, his voice laced with vulnerability. He admitted feeling the distance growing between you two. How he could sense you weren’t fully there with him anymore, how guilty it made him feel, how much he still wanted you but didn’t know how to reach you the way he used to. He spoke about the pressure of wanting to please you and constantly falling short.

Jungkook listened intently the entire time.

His dark eyes flicked between the two of you, absorbing every word. Every so often he would write something down in neat, precise strokes, his pen moving across the paper with a soft scratch that somehow felt intimate in the quiet room. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t offer empty reassurances. He simply absorbed it all, head slightly tilted, expression thoughtful and impossibly focused. You found yourself wondering what exactly he was writing. What he was thinking. Whether he could already picture exactly how to fix what was broken between you.

When you both finally fell silent, the room felt heavier than before. Your heart was racing, thighs warm, a traitorous pulse beating between your legs as you watched Jungkook tap his pen against the clipboard once, twice, before setting it down.

“I appreciate how open you’ve both been so far,” he began, eyes flicking between you and Soobin. “But to truly help, I need to understand the specifics. The details matter. How often do you have sex currently? How long do your sessions usually last, from start to finish? And most importantly… what does it actually look like when you’re together?”

You felt heat bloom across your chest and climb up your neck. Soobin’s hand tightened slightly around yours, his palm growing warmer. Jungkook waited patiently, giving you both space, but his dark eyes were sharp, missing nothing. When neither of you spoke immediately, he continued gently, guiding the conversation. “Let’s start with positions,” he said, tone professional yet undeniably intimate. “What positions do you usually use? Do you switch often? How does foreplay factor in— duration, techniques? And how long does penetration usually last before one or both of you finishes?”

The questions landed heavily in the quiet room. You swallowed, mouth dry, your sundress suddenly feeling too thin against your skin. Jungkook’s gaze settled on you expectantly, patient but commanding. There was something about the way he looked at you— focused, knowing, like he could already see the frustration coiled tight in your body, that made your pulse throb between your legs.

You took a shaky breath and forced the words out, voice barely above a whisper at first. “We… we mostly just do missionary,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “It’s what feels most natural for us, I guess. Comfortable. Soobin on top, me on my back. Sometimes I’ll ride him, cowgirl, but not very often. And when I do… there’s not much vigor to it. I get tired quickly, or it just doesn’t feel… right.”

Jungkook nodded slowly, writing something down in those neat strokes. The scratch of his pen seemed louder than it should have been. He didn’t look surprised or judgmental. Instead, his expression remained thoughtfully neutral, though you swore you caught the faintest flicker of something darker, interest, perhaps, behind his eyes.

“And how long does it usually last?” he asked, voice smooth. “From the moment clothes come off to when it’s over. Be honest.”

Soobin cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably beside you. His ears had turned pink. “Maybe… ten to fifteen minutes?” he offered quietly. “Sometimes less. I try to hold out, but…”

You squeezed his hand, both ashamed and relieved to finally say it aloud. “It’s not that it’s bad,” you added quickly, though the words felt hollow even to you. “It’s just… short. And always the same. Missionary with him above me, moving steadily until he finishes. I rarely do on my own during it. When I ride him, I try to move, but it feels awkward. Like I don’t know how to make it feel good for either of us anymore. There’s no real… intensity. No roughness. No experimentation.”

Jungkook listened with complete focus. His full lips pressed together in thought as he processed your words. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward again, elbows on his knees, closing some of the distance between you. The scent of his cologne wrapped around you, warm, masculine, expensive. “No oral?” he asked calmly. “No doggy style? No standing positions, no restraints, no toys during sex together? You mentioned using a vibrator alone at night, does Soobin ever use it on you? Or watch you use it?”

Each question felt like a layer being peeled back. You squirmed in your seat, painfully aware of the growing wetness between your thighs. The way Jungkook spoke, so direct, so clinical, yet dripping with unspoken promise, made your mind race with images you knew you shouldn’t be having in this moment. Him. Those tattooed arms. That confident grip. Showing you exactly what you’d been missing.

Soobin shook his head slowly. “We’ve tried oral a few times, but… it doesn’t last long. And no, we’ve never really done any of the other stuff. It just never felt necessary before. Or maybe we didn’t know how.”

You nodded in agreement, biting your lip. “It’s always been vanilla. Safe. But now it feels too safe. Too… predictable. I love him. I do. But I lie there wondering if this is just how it’s going to be forever.”

Jungkook’s eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary before he wrote a few more lines. The silence that followed was thick with tension. He finally set the pen down and looked at you both, his expression composed but carrying an undeniable edge of authority. “I understand,” he said, voice dropping slightly. “You’re stuck in a very narrow script. Missionary and occasional cowgirl with minimal energy or variation, that explains a lot about the frustration you’re both feeling. Your bodies have adapted to routine. Comfort has replaced desire.”

Jungkook set his clipboard aside completely now, the soft thud of it hitting the side table sounding final. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and fixed both of you with a steady, intense gaze. The professional mask was still there, but something sharper and more commanding lingered just beneath it.

“I’ve heard enough to see the pattern clearly,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Words and explanations can only go so far. At this point, the most effective way for me to help is through demonstration. I’d like to show Soobin exactly how to touch you, how to build real desire, and how to awaken the parts of your body that have been neglected.”

He let the words settle in the heavy silence of the room before turning his full attention to you. “I won’t do anything without your explicit consent,” Jungkook continued, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “This would involve me touching you directly while Soobin watches. I’ll start slow. I’ll show him how to kiss you, how to touch you, how to read your body’s responses. If at any point you want to stop, you say the word and everything ends immediately.”

Your heart hammered wildly in your chest. Heat flooded your face, your neck, and lower. You could feel Soobin’s hand tense in yours, his breathing shallow beside you. For a long moment, the only sound was the soft ambient music and the rush of blood in your ears.

Jungkook waited patiently, giving you time. His gaze never wavered— calm, confident, and impossibly magnetic. You swallowed hard, throat dry. Nervous energy twisted in your stomach, but underneath it, something hotter and more dangerous stirred. A deep, aching curiosity. Excitement. “Yes,” you whispered, voice barely audible at first. Then stronger, “Yes… I want that.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, approving smile. He glanced at Soobin. “And you? Are you comfortable with me demonstrating on your girlfriend while you observe?”

Soobin hesitated for only a second, then gave a slow nod, his cheeks flushed. “If she wants it… then yes.” Jungkook stood up smoothly, moving with that quiet, predatory grace. He crossed the short distance between his chair and the wide, plush chaise lounge where you and Soobin were seated. He extended his hand to you.

“Come here,” he said softly. “Lie back and get comfortable.”

Your legs felt unsteady as you stood. Soobin released your hand, and you moved to the chaise, heart pounding so hard you were sure they could both hear it. You lay back against the soft cushions, your sundress riding up slightly against your thighs. Jungkook sat on the edge beside you, the heat of his body immediately noticeable. He was so close now. The scent of his cologne, the faint warmth radiating from his broad frame, the way his button-up shirt stretched across his chest, it was overwhelming.

He looked down at you, eyes dark and focused. “Relax for me,” he murmured. “We’re going to start very slow.” Jungkook leaned in, one hand gently brushing your hair away from your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin first, sending shivers racing down your spine. Then his lips pressed softly just below your ear. The kiss was feather-light at first, warm, deliberate. He took his time, kissing down the sensitive column of your neck with slow, lingering presses of his mouth. Each one felt intentional, like he was learning the map of your reactions.

A shaky exhale left your lips. Your eyes fluttered half-closed as he kissed lower, finding the spot where your neck met your shoulder and sucking gently. The wet heat of his tongue traced a small circle there, and your back arched instinctively. One of his hands slid up your side, slow and confident, until his large palm cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. He squeezed gently, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, teasing strokes until it hardened under his touch.

“See how she responds when you take your time?” Jungkook said quietly, speaking to Soobin without pulling his mouth away from your neck. His voice had dropped even lower. “Don’t rush straight to the obvious places. Build it. Make her feel wanted.”

He kneaded your breast with just the right amount of pressure, rolling your nipple between his fingers over your dress, while his mouth continued its slow exploration of your neck and collarbones. Soft, open-mouthed kisses. The occasional gentle scrape of teeth that made your thighs press together. Your breathing had already grown uneven, small sounds escaping you that you didn’t even try to hold back.

Jungkook’s free hand rested on your waist, holding you in place as he shifted slightly closer. The weight and warmth of him beside you made your head spin. Every touch was precise, controlled, and devastatingly effective. You could already feel yourself getting wet, arousal pooling between your legs far faster than it ever did with Soobin.

Soobin sat quietly in the chair nearby, eyes wide and fixed on every movement. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, breathing audible. Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb still lazily circling your nipple. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “How does that feel?” he asked you, voice husky. “Be honest.”

You could barely form words. Your neck tingled where his mouth had been, your breast warm and heavy under his hand. “It feels… really good,” you breathed, cheeks burning.

A satisfied smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured, leaning back down. “Then let’s continue.” Jungkook’s hands moved with deliberate confidence as he sat up slightly on the edge of the chaise. His dark eyes never left your face, reading every flicker of nervousness and arousal that crossed it. “Let’s remove this,” he murmured, voice low and reassuring. “I want you to feel everything without barriers.”

His fingers found the hem of your sundress, slowly sliding it upward. The fabric whispered against your skin as he lifted it inch by inch, exposing your thighs, then your hips, then the soft curve of your stomach. You raised your arms obediently, heart hammering against your ribs. With one smooth, practiced motion, Jungkook pulled the dress up and over your head, leaving your hair slightly tousled. He set the garment aside neatly on a nearby chair, his gaze roaming over your body now clad only in your bra and matching underwear.

The cool air of the room kissed your newly exposed skin, making you shiver. You felt incredibly vulnerable under their combined stares— Soobin’s wide-eyed and tense from his seat, and Jungkook’s dark, hungry, yet still controlled. Jungkook hummed softly in approval, his large hands returning to your body immediately.

He leaned down again, lips finding your neck once more. This time his kisses were deeper, more possessive, sucking gently at your pulse point while one hand cupped your breast through the thin lace of your bra. His thumb brushed over your nipple in slow, teasing circles, coaxing it to a stiff peak. He kneaded the soft flesh with just the right pressure, firm enough to make you arch into his touch, but never rushed.

“Watch how I’m touching her,” Jungkook said quietly to Soobin, his mouth still hovering against your heated skin. “Don’t just grab. Mold her breast in your palm like this… feel its weight. Use your thumb to tease her nipple until it’s sensitive. Her body is already responding, see how her breathing changed? That’s what you want.”

You let out a shaky whimper as he emphasized his words by pinching your nipple lightly through the fabric, rolling it between his fingers. Pleasure shot straight down between your legs. Jungkook continued kissing down your collarbone, occasionally glancing toward Soobin to explain, his voice smooth and instructional even as his hands worked magic on your body.

After several long, indulgent minutes of kissing and caressing your breasts, Jungkook’s hand began to travel lower. His palm smoothed down your stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you, eyes intense. “Still okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded quickly, biting your lip. “Yes…”

With your permission, his hand slipped beneath the fabric of your panties. The first touch of his fingers against your bare, heated skin made you gasp. You were already slick with arousal, embarrassingly wet from everything he’d done so far. Jungkook’s middle and ring fingers found your swollen clit and began rubbing slow, lazy circles over it.

“Fuck… she’s soaked,” he murmured, almost to himself, though loud enough for Soobin to hear. His fingers moved with expert precision, not too fast, not too light, applying perfect pressure as he circled your clit again and again. “This is key, Soobin. Don’t rush to penetrate her. Spend time here. Learn exactly how she likes to be touched. Feel how her hips are already trying to follow my hand?”

Your thighs trembled. Soft, needy sounds spilled from your lips as Jungkook continued the torturously slow rubbing. Heat coiled tighter and tighter in your lower belly. Every circle of his fingers sent sparks of pleasure racing through you. He kept his mouth on your neck and chest the entire time, kissing and gently biting while his hand worked between your legs.

After several drawn-out minutes of this, Jungkook shifted slightly. He used two fingers to pull your soaked panties to the side, fully exposing you. Without warning, he slowly pushed one thick finger inside you, then a second, stretching you open with delicious care. A broken moan escaped your throat. Your back arched off the chaise as his fingers sank deeper, curling slightly to find that sensitive spot inside you. Jungkook groaned softly in approval at how tightly you clenched around him.

“See that?” he said to Soobin, voice huskier now. “She’s gripping my fingers so tightly. This is what happens when you take the time to arouse her properly. Slide in slowly… curl them like this… and listen to the sounds she makes.” He began thrusting his fingers in and out in long, deep strokes, his thumb returning to rub circles over your clit at the same time. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Your hips rolled against his hand instinctively, chasing the building pleasure while Soobin watched every single movement with flushed cheeks and parted lips.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked back to your face, watching you intently as he fingered you with steady, devastating skill. “You’re doing so well,” he praised softly, pumping his fingers deeper. “Let me hear you.”

Jungkook’s fingers moved with growing intensity, thrusting deeper and faster into your soaked pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of his thick fingers pumping in and out filled the room, mixing with your increasingly loud moans. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your head fell back against the chaise as shameless whimpers and cries spilled from your lips. “Ah— fuck… Jungkook—” you moaned loudly, your voice breaking on his name. Your fingers dug desperately into his muscular arm, gripping the hard bicep through his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. Your hips bucked up to meet every thrust, chasing the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you so effortlessly. “Oh my god… it feels so good—”

“That’s it,” Jungkook praised, his voice low and rough. “Let it out. Don’t hold back for me.” His fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke, faster now, more relentless. The wet squelching sounds grew louder as your arousal coated his hand and dripped down between your thighs.

Your moans turned into desperate, breathy cries. Your thighs trembled violently around his wrist as the pleasure built higher and higher, far beyond anything you’d felt in months.

Jungkook suddenly slowed his fingers, keeping them buried deep inside you, and shifted his position. He moved onto his knees on the chaise, spreading your legs wider with his free hand. He looked over at Soobin, eyes dark with lust but still carrying that instructional tone. “I’m going to eat her out while I keep fingering her,” he told Soobin calmly. “This combination is extremely effective. Watch how I use my tongue.”

You whimpered at his words alone, already anticipating what was coming. Jungkook hooked his fingers under the waistband of your soaked panties and pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside. Completely exposed now, you shivered under his gaze.

He leaned down between your spread thighs, face inches from your dripping pussy. Without warning, he spat directly onto your swollen hole, the warm saliva landing right at your entrance. You gasped sharply at the filthy sensation. Jungkook used two fingers to spread the spit around, mixing it with your own wetness, before pushing his fingers back inside you.

Then his tongue was on you. A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as his warm, wet tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy before focusing on your clit. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth while his fingers continued thrusting in and out of you, faster than before. Then he did exactly what he’d described, he fucked the spit into your hole with his tongue, pushing it inside you alongside his fingers in messy, obscene strokes.

You were on cloud nine.

“Fuck—! Jungkook— oh my fucking god—” you cried out, voice loud and unrestrained. Your back arched sharply off the chaise as intense pleasure crashed through your body. Your hands flew to his head, fingers threading through his soft dark hair, gripping tightly as his tongue fucked into you deeper. The wet sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy mixed with the filthy squelch of his fingers pumping relentlessly inside you.

Jungkook groaned against your cunt, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through you. He alternated between fucking you with his tongue and sucking hard on your clit, all while his fingers curled and stroked that perfect spot without mercy. “Soobin,” Jungkook said, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with your juices. “Come closer. Sit right next to her. She needs you here.”

Soobin moved quickly, his face flushed dark red. He sat on the edge of the chaise beside you, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook devour you. You reached out blindly, grabbing Soobin’s hand and squeezing it hard as another loud moan ripped from your throat.

“Baby— ahh— it feels so good,” you whimpered to Soobin, voice shaking. Your body thrashed under Jungkook’s skilled mouth and fingers, hips grinding desperately against his face. You gripped Soobin’s hand like a lifeline while your other hand stayed tangled in Jungkook’s hair, pulling him harder against your pussy.

Jungkook doubled down, tongue fucking into you even deeper, spitting on your cunt again before diving back in with messy, hungry strokes. His fingers never stopped their brutal pace, curling and thrusting until your moans turned into near-screams of pleasure.

You were lost in it, whimpering, moaning, and shaking uncontrollably as the man between your legs showed you exactly what your body had been missing, while you held your boyfriend’s hand through every devastating wave of pleasure.

The pleasure built to an unbearable peak as Jungkook’s tongue fucked relentlessly into your dripping hole and his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you. Your moans turned into desperate, broken cries, growing louder and more frantic with every filthy stroke of his skilled mouth. You gripped Soobin’s hand so tightly your knuckles turned white, your other hand fisting Jungkook’s dark hair as your hips bucked wildly against his face.

Suddenly, the coil inside you snapped.

You came hard on his tongue with a loud, shuddering scream. “Jungkook—! Fuck, I’m cumming—!” Your entire body convulsed violently, thighs clamping around his head as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers and tongue, gushing wetly against his mouth while he continued licking and sucking through every pulse of your orgasm. You thrashed on the chaise, moaning shamelessly, eyes squeezed shut as the intense release left you trembling and breathless. Soobin’s hand stayed firmly in yours the entire time, grounding you even as you fell apart under another man’s mouth.

Jungkook worked you through every last aftershock, licking you slowly and gently until your body finally sagged against the cushions, panting and dazed. Only then did he pull back, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. He looked devastatingly handsome like that, flushed, eyes dark with lust, and breathing heavily.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked between you and Soobin, voice low and husky but still controlled. “Are you both willing to continue?” he asked. “I’d like to move into demonstrating positions. The difference between what you’ve been doing and what she actually needs.”

You didn’t even hesitate. Still floating on the high of your orgasm, arousal already stirring again, you nodded eagerly. “Yes,” you breathed, almost desperately. “Please… I want more.”

Soobin swallowed hard, visibly affected by what he’d just witnessed, but he nodded as well. “If she wants it… yes.”

A satisfied, almost predatory smile tugged at Jungkook’s lips. “Good,” he murmured. “I’m going to fuck her raw. Skin to skin. No condom. She needs to feel the full effect, the heat, the friction, everything. Then I’ll show you, Soobin, exactly how to make missionary feel incredible for her instead of just… adequate.”

Jungkook reached behind your back with skilled fingers and unclasped your bra. He slid the straps down your shoulders slowly, savoring the moment as he pulled the lace away and dropped it aside. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already hard and aching. He groaned softly at the sight before leaning down and capturing one nipple in his mouth.

He sucked on it hungrily, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his large hand kneaded the soft flesh of your other breast. He switched sides, giving the same devoted attention to the other nipple, sucking harder, grazing his teeth gently, then soothing with his tongue. The wet sounds of his mouth on your breasts filled the room as you moaned and arched into him, your body responding instantly.

After several long, indulgent minutes of worshipping your chest, Jungkook finally positioned himself between your spread thighs, after kicking his pants and boxers off. He gripped his thick, hard cock in one hand, stroking it slowly as he looked down at your flushed, dripping pussy. “Watch carefully,” he told Soobin, voice rough. “This is how you claim her.”

He rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, before pressing against your entrance. With a low groan, Jungkook pushed forward and slid into you in one long, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight, fluttering heat.

You cried out loudly at the stretch, your back arching sharply. He was big, thicker and longer than Soobin, and the raw, bare feeling of him inside you was overwhelming. “Fuck… so tight,” Jungkook growled, holding still for a moment to let you adjust. Then he pulled back almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a rough, brutal pace immediately.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as he fucked you hard and deep. Each powerful thrust rocked your entire body, your breasts bouncing with the force of it. Jungkook’s hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again, the wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking his cock filling the air. “That’s it,” he groaned, eyes locked on your face. “Take my cock. Feel how deep I am?”

Your moans were loud and unrestrained, turning into near-screams every time he bottomed out inside you. The brutal pace left you shaking, gripping the cushions beneath you as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through your body.

Jungkook’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh with possessive strength. He used your body like a personal toy, pulling you down onto his thick cock with every brutal thrust. Instead of just fucking into you, he yanked your hips forward to meet him, slamming you onto his length over and over again in a relentless rhythm. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked pussy being filled echoed loudly in the room with every powerful motion. Each time he dragged you back down, his cock buried itself impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix and sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting through your entire body.

“Fuck—!” you cried out, voice hoarse and broken. Your head tossed back against the chaise, mouth falling open in a constant stream of moans and whimpers.

Jungkook glanced over at Soobin, breathing heavily but still in control. “Soobin,” he growled, never slowing the way he was manhandling you onto his cock. “Play with her clit. Rub it while I fuck her. She needs the extra stimulation.”

Soobin hesitated only for a second before leaning closer. His hand trembled slightly as he reached between your bodies and found your swollen, sensitive clit. He began rubbing slow circles over it, just like he’d watched Jungkook do earlier. The added sensation was immediate and devastating.

Your moans instantly grew louder, turning into desperate, shameless cries. “Oh my god—! It’s so good… so fucking good— Jungkook, your cock is so big— I can’t— ahh!” The words spilled out of you in a messy, nonsensical stream.

Jungkook groaned in satisfaction at your words, his pace growing even more punishing. He kept yanking your hips down onto him with raw strength, using your body exactly how he wanted. The wet slap of skin against skin was constant now, your arousal dripping down his balls and soaking the chaise beneath you. Every brutal thrust made your breasts bounce heavily, your entire body jolting with the force of him claiming you.

Soobin’s fingers kept rubbing your clit, faster now, his eyes wide and dark as he watched you fall apart. “You look so beautiful like this,” he whispered, voice thick with a mix of emotions. “All fucked out… you’re glowing. So fucking pretty when you’re moaning like that.”

His words only pushed you higher. You squeezed Soobin’s hand tighter with your free one while your other hand clutched desperately at Jungkook’s forearm, nails digging into his tattooed skin. “Your dick is so big, it feels too good, I can’t think— please don’t stop—!” you babbled loudly, words slurring together between broken moans and gasps. Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as he continued to wreck you.

Jungkook smirked, dark eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction. He adjusted his angle slightly and started pounding into you even harder, pulling you onto his cock with every snap of his hips. The new position made him hit that perfect spot inside you with devastating accuracy on every thrust. Sweat glistened on his forehead and neck, his shirt now clinging to his muscular chest from exertion.

“That’s right,” he growled, voice rough and low. “Feel how deep I am? This is what your pussy needed. Not soft, polite sex. It needed to be ruined like this.”

He kept using your body ruthlessly, yanking you down onto him, grinding deep, then pulling back only to slam you onto his length again. Soobin never stopped rubbing tight, slick circles on your clit, his eyes flicking between your face and the sight of Jungkook’s thick cock disappearing inside you repeatedly.

The pleasure was blinding. Your moans echoed shamelessly through the room as another orgasm began rapidly building, even stronger than the first. Jungkook was fucking you better than you had ever been fucked in your life. The brutal pace of Jungkook’s cock slamming into you, combined with Soobin’s fingers rubbing relentless circles on your swollen clit, pushed you straight over the edge again.

Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train.

“Jungkook—! I’m cumming— fuck. ” you screamed, your voice cracking as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, fluttering and gushing as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through you. Your back arched sharply off the chaise, thighs shaking uncontrollably while Jungkook kept fucking you through it, dragging out every last pulse of your release. Soobin’s hand never stopped, prolonging the overwhelming sensation until you were sobbing with pleasure, tears slipping down your cheeks.

You were still twitching and gasping, trying to catch your breath, when Jungkook suddenly pulled out of you with a wet sound. Before you could even whimper at the loss, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing.

He turned and sat down on the chaise, pulling you with him so you straddled his lap facing him. He guided you down onto his cock again in one smooth motion, burying himself back inside your sensitive, fluttering pussy. This new position pressed your bodies flush together, chest to chest, your knees bent on either side of his hips.

“This is called the lotus position,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice deep and slightly breathless as he held you firmly on his cock. “It’s intimate. She’s completely wrapped around me, which lets me hit every sensitive spot inside her. The closeness increases stimulation on her clit and lets her control the depth and rhythm while I guide her. It feels incredible for her because she’s full and every movement grinds right against her g-spot.”

You barely had time to process his words before your body took over. Still trembling from your last orgasm, you started moving on him, slow at first, then faster, rolling and bouncing on his thick length with desperate need. The new angle made him feel even deeper, pressing against places you didn’t even know existed.

“Ahh! Jungkook!” you sobbed, pleasure bordering on too much. Your hands gripped his broad shoulders tightly, nails digging into his shirt as you rode him. Your head tipped back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and cries. “It’s so deep… so fucking deep, oh my god.”

Tears continued slipping down your flushed cheeks as you moved faster, chasing the overwhelming pleasure. Your breasts bounced heavily with every roll of your hips, pussy swallowing his cock again and again with wet, obscene sounds.

Jungkook groaned deeply, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh roughly, spreading your cheeks as he helped guide you up and down on his cock. Then— smack, his palm came down hard on your right cheek, the sharp sound echoing through the room. You cried out at the sting, clenching tighter around him. “Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, slapping your ass again, harder this time. “Ride me just like that. Use my cock.”

He buried his face between your bouncing tits, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth while his hands continued kneading and spanking your ass in rhythm with your movements. He groaned against your skin, tongue swirling and teeth grazing as he devoured you.

You were lost in it— sobbing, moaning, and babbling nonsense while you rode him with everything you had.Your head stayed tipped back, eyes half-lidded and glassy with overwhelming pleasure as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. Soobin watched everything in stunned silence from just inches away, eyes dark and fixed on the way your body moved on Jungkook’s cock and how his hands owned your ass.

Jungkook pulled his mouth from your nipple just long enough to look up at your pleasure-drunk face, voice rough with lust. “That’s my good girl… Keep fucking yourself on me. Let him see how pretty you look when you’re falling apart.”

You were completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure, rolling your hips desperately on Jungkook’s thick cock in this position. Your voice had grown hoarse from moaning, but his name still fell from your lips like a prayer. “Jungkook… Jungkook— fuck, Jungkook—” you whimpered repeatedly, your head tipped back and eyes glazed over.

Jungkook pulled his face from your breasts, lips shiny, and looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. His hands squeezed your ass firmly as he held you down on his cock, grinding up into you slowly. “What is it, pretty girl?” he asked, voice low and teasing, a smirk playing on his lips. “What do you need? Tell me. Use your words.”

You sobbed softly, still moving on him, drunk on the feeling of being so full. “I want it from behind,” you begged, voice shaky and desperate. “Please… I want you to fuck me from behind.”

Jungkook let out a deep, amused chuckle that vibrated through his chest. “Greedy girl,” he murmured affectionately. Without warning, he lifted you off his cock, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. He easily maneuvered your body, turning you around on the chaise.

He guided you into position with strong, confident hands. “Soobin, sit down right here,” he instructed. Soobin obeyed, sitting on the chaise with his back against the cushions. Jungkook then pushed you forward until your face hovered just above Soobin’s lap, your elbows resting on either side of his knees. Your back was arched deeply, ass up and presented perfectly for Jungkook behind you.

You looked up at Soobin through your lashes, flushed and breathing hard, your cheek nearly brushing against the bulge in his pants.

Instead of immediately sliding his cock into you, Jungkook knelt behind you. He spread your ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing you completely. He leaned in and sank his teeth gently into the soft flesh of your right ass cheek, biting and sucking hard enough to make you gasp sharply.

“I’m going to eat her ass now,” Jungkook explained to Soobin, voice calm but dripping with lust. “Most men skip this, but it feels incredible for her. It relaxes her and makes her even wetter. Watch.” Before you could fully prepare yourself, Jungkook buried his face between your cheeks.

A loud, broken cry tore from your throat the moment his warm, wet tongue licked a slow, filthy stripe over your tight hole. “Oh my god!” you screamed, your whole body jerking forward. He licked you again, slower this time, swirling the tip of his tongue around your rim before pressing it inside you.

You were crying out uncontrollably now, the pleasure intense and strangely intimate. Your hands scrambled desperately for purchase, grabbing onto Soobin’s thighs and squeezing hard as Jungkook devoured your ass with filthy enthusiasm. He groaned against your skin, the vibrations making your eyes roll back.

His tongue pushed deeper, fucking into your tight hole with wet, obscene sounds while one of his hands reached underneath to rub firm circles on your clit. He alternated between long, broad licks and pointed thrusts of his tongue, eating you like a man starved. Every stroke sent jolts of sharp, dirty pleasure racing up your spine. “Fuck— Jungkook, it feels so fucking good!” you sobbed, pushing back against his face instinctively. Tears of overwhelming sensation rolled down your cheeks as you panted against Soobin’s thigh, looking up at him with glassy, fucked-out eyes.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your wet skin. “Hear how loud she gets when I eat her ass? This is what she’s been missing.” Then he dove right back in, licking and sucking even more eagerly, his face pressed fully between your cheeks as he worked you open with his skilled tongue.

Your moans and cries filled the entire room, shameless and loud, while your hands gripped Soobin’s thighs like a lifeline, trembling as Jungkook continued. Jungkook didn’t rush. He kept his face buried between your spread cheeks, devouring you with slow, filthy dedication. His tongue swirled and probed at your tight rim, licking long stripes from your dripping pussy up to your asshole before pushing inside again. Every time his tongue fucked into your ass, a fresh wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through you, making your back arch deeper and your fingers dig harder into Soobin’s thighs.

Your hips pushed back against his face instinctively, chasing more of that dirty, intense sensation. He groaned deeply against your skin, the vibration traveling straight through you as he continued with even more enthusiasm. He spread your cheeks wider with both hands, fully exposing you, and spat directly onto your hole before diving back in, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough.

Minutes stretched out in a haze of pleasure. Jungkook took his time, alternating between broad, sloppy licks and sharp, pointed thrusts of his tongue deep inside you. One of his hands stayed between your legs, rubbing slow, firm circles on your swollen clit while the other kneaded and slapped your ass cheek occasionally, the sharp smacks making you jolt and moan louder. You were a mess, sobbing, whimpering, and shaking as he continued rimming you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge again without ever letting you tip over.

Only when your legs were trembling uncontrollably and your cries had turned into constant, desperate begging did Jungkook finally pull back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose onto his knees behind you, his voice rough with lust as he spoke to Soobin. “Now I’m going to fuck her from behind. Hard. This position lets me go deeper and gives me full control.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the thick, blunt head of Jungkook’s cock pressing against your soaked entrance. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, stretching you open around his thick length.

A loud, broken scream tore from your throat. "Fuck yes!" He didn’t give you any time to adjust. He immediately set a brutal, punishing pace, slamming into you hard and deep. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed loudly through the room with every thrust. He gripped your hips tightly, yanking you back onto his cock over and over again, using your body exactly how he wanted.

“Fuck— so tight,” he growled, voice low and strained.

Every brutal snap of his hips drove his cock impossibly deep, the head kissing your cervix with every stroke. Your elbows trembled as you tried to hold yourself up, face buried against Soobin’s thigh while your moans and cries grew louder and more broken. Jungkook reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back slightly so your back arched even more for him.

“You like that?” he groaned, pounding into you mercilessly. “You like being fucked like a little toy from behind?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck— Jungkook!” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face. The angle was devastating. Every thrust ground against that perfect spot inside you, making your legs shake violently. Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, soaking him with every rough stroke as he continued to rail you without mercy.

Jungkook’s pace was relentless, hard, fast, and animalistic. The wet, filthy sound of your arousal squelching around his cock mixed with the sharp slap of skin on skin. He kept one hand fisted in your hair and the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling you back onto him with every thrust like he was trying to bury himself even deeper.

Jungkook continued pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes, his hips snapping against your ass with a loud, rhythmic slap. Your moans were constant and broken, your body jolting forward with every brutal thrust while your face stayed pressed against Soobin’s thigh. Jungkook’s grip on your hips was iron-tight, fingers digging into your skin as he used you relentlessly.

He slowed his thrusts just enough to speak, his voice rough and commanding, yet still instructional. “Soobin,” he said, breathing heavily. “Grab her hips. Both hands. I want you to help move her back and forth on my cock. Feel how she takes me. Learn the rhythm she needs.”

Soobin hesitated for a moment, eyes wide as he watched Jungkook’s thick cock disappear inside you again and again. His cheeks were flushed dark red, but after a few seconds, he leaned forward and placed his hands on your hips, right beside Jungkook’s.

“That’s it,” Jungkook encouraged, still buried deep inside you. “Pull her back onto me when I thrust forward. Help her fuck herself on my cock. She loves it deep like this.”

Soobin’s hands tightened on your hips. At first his grip was gentle, almost uncertain, but as Jungkook started moving again, Soobin began pulling you back onto Jungkook’s cock in time with his thrusts. The added force made Jungkook’s cock slam even deeper inside you.

A loud, broken cry ripped from your throat. “Oh my god!” you sobbed, eyes squeezing shut as the new sensation overwhelmed you. Soobin’s familiar hands pulling you back combined with Jungkook’s massive cock stretching and ruining you created an intensity you’d never felt before. Every time Soobin yanked your hips back, Jungkook’s thick length drove into you harder, filling you completely.

Jungkook groaned in approval. “Good. Harder, Soobin. She can take it. Look how her pussy is gripping me every time you pull her back.”

Soobin’s grip grew firmer, more confident. He started pulling your hips back with more strength, helping impale you on Jungkook’s cock over and over again. The wet, filthy sounds grew even louder — the obscene squelching of your soaked pussy mixed with the sharp slap of skin whenever your ass met Jungkook’s hips.

You were falling apart between them.

“Fuck— fuck— it’s so deep!” you cried out, voice muffled against Soobin’s thigh. Your hands clutched desperately at Soobin’s legs, nails digging into his pants as your body was rocked between the two men. “Jungkook’s cock is so big… Soobin, baby, he’s so deep inside me— I can’t”

Jungkook kept a steady, brutal pace while Soobin pulled you back onto him with every thrust. The dual control over your body made you feel completely used, a toy being shared between them. Jungkook’s cock kissed your cervix with every forceful pull, stretching your walls perfectly around his thickness. “That’s it,” Jungkook growled, one hand moving up to grip the back of your neck while Soobin continued manipulating your hips. “Feel how she’s dripping down my cock? She’s fucking loving this. Pull her harder, Soobin. Make her take every inch.”

Soobin obeyed, his fingers pressing deeper into your soft hips as he yanked you back more forcefully. The new intensity made your eyes roll back, loud, shameless moans spilling from your lips as Jungkook fucked you raw and Soobin helped drive you onto him again and again. You were trembling violently, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face, caught in the devastating rhythm the two of them created together.

The combined rhythm was absolutely devastating. Jungkook’s thick cock slamming into you while Soobin pulled your hips back with increasing confidence created a merciless, perfect storm of pleasure. Your moans had turned into constant, broken sobs as your body was rocked between them.

Jungkook’s breathing grew harsher, his thrusts becoming more erratic and deeper. “Fuck— I’m close,” he growled, gripping your hip tighter while Soobin continued helping pull you back onto his cock. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up.”

You could only whimper in response, your mind hazy with overwhelming pleasure. Jungkook’s pace turned punishing, slamming into you with short, brutal strokes as he chased his release. With a deep, guttural groan, Jungkook buried himself to the hilt inside you and came hard. You felt every powerful pulse as he emptied himself deep inside your pussy, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your walls. He kept grinding into you, pushing his load even deeper while growling your name under his breath.

The feeling of Jungkook cumming so deep inside you triggered your own orgasm instantly. Jungkook’s grip on your neck tightened as he pounded into you even harder. “That’s it, pretty girl. Cum on my cock. Let go.”

The pressure built impossibly high, tighter and hotter, until it finally snapped. You came harder than you ever had in your life. A loud, guttural scream tore from your throat as your entire body seized up. Your pussy clenched violently around Jungkook’s cock, and then you were squirting, hard. Clear, hot liquid gushed out around his thick cock with every thrust, soaking his hips, dripping down your thighs. You shook uncontrollably, sobbing and moaning as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through you. Jungkook didn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm and prolonging it until your vision went white and your legs gave out completely.

“Fuck, look at her,” Jungkook groaned, voice rough with satisfaction. “She’s squirting everywhere. Good girl… such a messy, beautiful girl.”

Your body finally went limp, trembling with aftershocks as Jungkook slowed his thrusts and eventually stilled deep inside you. He stayed buried in your pulsing heat for a long moment, letting you feel every inch of him while you tried to catch your breath. Soobin’s hands gently rubbed your hips, soothing the marks he’d left behind.

Jungkook eventually pulled out slowly, a rush of your combined juices dripping from your ruined pussy. He helped you collapse gently onto the chaise, turning you onto your back so you could breathe easier. Your chest heaved, body covered in a light sheen of sweat, cheeks flushed, and eyes glassy with exhaustion and satisfaction.

Jungkook sat back on his heels, breathing heavily but looking pleased. He glanced at Soobin, then down at your spent body. “That,” he said calmly, “is what she needs. Not just gentle, loving sex. She needs to be fucked properly, deeply, roughly, and without hesitation. She needs variety. She needs to be used and worshipped at the same time.” He looked at you softly. “How do you feel?”

You could barely speak, still floating. “Incredible…” you whispered hoarsely. “I’ve never… felt anything like that.”

Jungkook smiled, then turned back to Soobin. “You did well today. Helping move her like that was a great start. We’ll work on building your confidence and skill. This was only the first session.”

He helped you sit up eventually, handing you a soft towel and a bottle of water from a nearby table. While you recovered, he spoke to both of you about aftercare, communication, and homework, things for Soobin to practice at home before the next appointment.

As you slowly got dressed, your legs still shaky, you couldn’t stop stealing glances at Jungkook. The memory of how he had completely ruined you while Soobin watched was burned into your mind. Soobin was quiet, but he stayed close to you, gently rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your temple. There was a new tension in the air, something shifted between all three of you.

Before you left, Jungkook leaned against his desk, arms crossed, looking unfairly composed and handsome. “Book your next session soon,” he said with a small, knowing smirk. “We still have a lot to work on… and I think you both know now how much she needs it.”

You left the office leaning on Soobin’s arm, body sore in the most delicious way, your mind already replaying everything that had happened… and wondering how much further Jungkook would take you next time.

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after midnight (m) || masterlist

title: after midnight pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: angst, smut, fluff, fwb!au, fuckboy!jk, doctor!reader prompt: jeon jungkook only likes seeing you after midnight. warnings: unprotected explicit smut, cursing, dirty/inappropriate talk, mentions of sex word count: 39.2k status: completed

01 - crepuscule

02 - dawn 

03 - midday

04 - dusk

05 - tonight

06 - midnight

[n9mgi]

street thing namjoon x reader part 2

producer! namjoon x non-celeb fem reader

one-shot of street thing ✧ read part 1 here

summary: after you break down on the side of the road, the last thing you expected was for a charming, successful music producer to pull over and change your life. after months of spending endless nights together, romantic dates, and an isolated vacation, you both find the kind of forever most people can only ever dream about.

themes: domestic au, age gap (namjoon is 33, reader is 24), intimacy, lots of fluff, straight husband material, joon spoils spoils spoils, baecation, vacation au, smut, pure porn with some plot, joon is slightly possessive, he's whipped, he's touchy, small time skips, older boyfriend namjoon, he wants to marry her already, vacation smut, protective joon, nicknames

warnings: descriptive & explicit smut MINORS DNI 18+ (hard dom! namjoon x sub fem reader, fingering, daddy kink, lots of praise/dirty talk, oral f & m, ass slapping, breast play, slight size kink, slight impregnation kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, missionary, doggy style)

word count: 8.2k

.・゜-: ✧ :-

six months into loving namjoon, it was mornings that basically became your most favorite part.

of course, the exclusive events, studio nights, and the lavish dinners were absolutely delightful—especially with him always close at your side. his big palm would always be laying on the small of your back while his lengthy body towered over you like your own personal security guard.

but it was more than just that, more beyond the attention that came with being seen besides him.

it was just mornings like this—soft, white, and expensive sheets tangled around your legs, the faint warm light of the early morning stretching through the floor to ceilings windows of namjoon's large bedroom.

the city of los angeles would still remain quiet beneath you, but you two would already be warm and half awake besides each other.

his big, beefy arm would be wrapped around your waist, holding you against his chest like even in his sleep, the last thing he would ever do would be letting you drift too far away.

you would smile every time—brain still fuzzy with sleepiness and eyes closed when you feel his lips brush lazily against the back of your head, pulling you in closer when he first woke.

one kiss, then another, then another. it was slow and sleepy, like kissing you was all his slumberous brain knew. "morning baby," he murmurs, voice always deep and rough with sleep.

and god, his nicknames still got you, even after six months. you tilt your head back slightly against him, smiling softly. "you're awake?"

the quietest hum leaves him, vibrating against your back softly. "been awake," he muttered against you. "just like holding you."

your heart melted instantly, skin practically melting under his warm touch. it could be deemed as embarrassing, honestly—the way this man—your man, could still ruin you with one sentence.

his large hands slid slowly along your thighs and up to your stomach, beneath the oversized shirt you stole from him months ago and never gave back.

namjoon was addicted to touching you in a way that drove you absolutely over the moon—it was like he had to be touching you at all times, no matter where it was. but when you two were alone, it was inexplicably different, like his fingertips were devoted to memorizing every inch of your skin.

"you have work today?" he asks quietly against your hair.

you sigh dramatically. "unfortunately."

he's silent for maybe two seconds. "call out."

you laugh immediately. "there it is."

his grip tightens around your waist slightly before he's burying his face in your neck, shooting warmth down your spine. "i'm serious, baby."

"you're always serious, joonie."

"because i like you here," he muttered, placing the softest kiss along your neck. "need you here."

if you weren't laying down, your knees would've absolutely buckled and failed on you. you turned slightly in his arms so you could look at him properly, heart melting at the sight of his face.

his hair was slightly messy, eyes slightly low from the early morning, skin and broad muscles effortlessly glistening in the low light. still unfairly handsome as always, still already looking composed first thing in the morning. his eyes took you in slowly, dimples growing quickly at the sight of your face.

"you realize i have responsibilities right?" you murmured.

a small smirk touches his mouth. "you're with a man who can buy a car before breakfast," he replied calmly. "i think we'll survived one missed shift, baby."

your cheeks warmed instantly at those words. namjoon had said things like that so casually now, like taking care of you was only the most natural thing in the world.

you shook your head softly. "you're ridiculous."

"no," he murmured, leaning in closer until his forehead rested against yours. "i'm in love with you."

those words had come so easily between you two now. it was so natural and constant, it almost felt like breathing. you smiled widely before kissing him softly. "i'm in love with you too, joonie."

and the way namjoon looked at you after that, even after all these months, still made your stomach do flips. his gaze was still as intense as ever, like he still couldn't believe you were real. however, it wasn't much different for you—your brain sometimes malfunctioning at the fact that he was really yours.

a few minutes later, you're sitting on the kitchen counter wrapped in one of his hoodies while he cooks breakfast in sinful gray sweats and a black t-shirt.

it was almost more attractive than the suits, making your lips tug between your teeth as you shamelessly eyed him from behind.

the kitchen smelled like coffee and butter, low music playing softly though the large house while bright, morning sunlight poured across the marble floors and countertops.

namjoon moves through the kitchen confidently, one hand holding a pan while the other absentmindedly reached for your thigh whenever he walked past you. because again, he always had to be touching you.

"you know, doll," he says casually while plating your food, "you basically live here already."

your eyes lifted immediately. "you say that every week."

"because every week you leave more stuff in my house."

you laugh softly. "well, maybe i'm marking territory."

he lets out a real laugh, low but warm, and you can practically hear the dimples in his tone. "baby," he murmurs, setting the plate down before stepping between your legs, "if you move in, this stops being just my house real quick."

his big hand comfortably settled on your thigh again, like it was the only place it belonged. you looked at him for a second that felt too long, taking in the softness in his eyes and the certainty he carried quietly in his calm expression.

and suddenly, you were able to picture forever with him like it was the easiest thing in the world.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

eight months later, you find out about it on a random tuesday night.

namjoon was sitting at the kitchen island with his laptop open, reading over contracts while you stand beside him, stealing pieces of fruit from the plate you cut for him ten minutes ago.

his reading glasses were on again—which still unfortunately did something unexplainable to you. he sat there casually, chin rested into his palm while his long fingers rested over his mouth like he was deep in thought. the sight made your thighs shift helplessly.

"you know," you said thoughtfully, like you were trying to find the right words while you popped a strawberry into your mouth. "you've become weirdly... domesticated."

a small smirk pulls at his mouth, but he doesn't look up from the screen. "and you've become annoying."

you gasped jokingly. "wow."

"mhm," he responded lowly. he finally glanced to look up at you, once hand sliding naturally to your hip when you stepped closer and in between his knees. he was always touching you, always pulling you in like he needed more.

then, he closed his laptop in a way that made your eyes narrow. "that was suspicious," you say.

a quiet laugh leaves him. "you're free in two weeks, right?"

you shrugged slightly. "depends... why?"

his hand slid along your thigh slowly. "because i'm taking you somewhere."

your stomach flipped instantly, pink heat immediately coming up to your cheeks. "where?"

"the maldives," he replied simply.

you blinked at him, once, then twice. "...what?"

he looked completely calm saying it too, like he hadn't just casually announced a vacation that most people could only dream of and had to spend years saving for. "we leave next friday."

you stared at him in complete disbelief. "you're joking."

"i don't joke about beaches with crystal clear water, doll."

his calm tone made you laugh immediately. "joon," you started, still half laughing, "i can't just go to the maldives next friday."

"why not?" he asked, out of pure genuinity, tilting his head slightly.

"i have work, silly."

his expression changed instantly, nothing but confusion etched on his face. "okay," he said slowly. "quit."

you practically choke on your own breath. "you cannot be serious."

"i'm very serious." he pulled you closer by the waist until you were fully standing between his legs, his hands resting comfortably on your hips.

"they never approve my time off," you muttered quietly.

his jaw tightened slightly with anger—not at you, of course—but anger for you. anger towards your stupid job that made you work too hard and too much for his liking. "you've been stressed for weeks," he says. "i barely see you awake anymore, baby."

"it's just work, joonie," you pouted.

"no," he corrected calmly. "it's people making your life way harder than it needs to be."

your heart twisted violently at the way he said it like it personally offended him that you were overwhelmed with work. you looked down briefly. "i just don't want to depend on you for everything."

immediately, his hands tightened slightly at your waist again. his fingers weren't harsh, they never were. they grounded you, holding you against him and the moment.

"baby," he murmured softly, making your gaze find his again. "when have i ever made you feel like you couldn't?"

your chest tightened. because not once had namjoon ever made you feel that way.

his thumb brushed slowly along your hip beneath the fabric of your shorts. "i don't even want another problem touching that mind of yours if i can help it," he said quietly. "and i can."

god. you swallowed hard, knees growing weak.

"i love taking care of you, baby."

"i know," you whispered, eyes not leaving his.

his gaze softened even more. "then let me."

silence filled the kitchen, the air hitting you soft. the city lights were glowing through the massive windows behind him while his hand rested steadily against your waist like he already knew exactly where you belonged.

which was with him of course, being taken of and loved properly.

"you really mean that?" you asked quietly.

"baby," he murmured. "i'd give you every single thing you ever needed before i let you be somewhere that makes you miserable."

those words were what broke something inside you. it wasn't the money or the vacation or the luxury of it all—it was the pure sincerity. it was the fact that this powerful, yet composed man loved you so much that he wanted to remove stress from your life entirely.

tears began to burn at your ears unexpectedly, causing you to laugh softly in embarrassment.

namjoon's expression only softened further. "hey," he murmured softly, pulling you against his chest and enveloping you into his big arms before a single tear could escape. "what happened?"

you shook your head against him, smiling. "you just love me a lot."

a quiet laugh leaves him, buzzing low and warm against you. "yeah," he agrees softly in your hair. "that's been your problem from the beginning."

you laugh again, wrapping your arms around his neck. you sighed softly, like you still couldn't believe this was your reality. "...okay," you said softly.

he stilled slightly. "okay what?"

you pulled back enough to look at him properly, his eyes fixing onto yours immediately. "i'll quit, joonie."

the look on his face after those three words escaped your lips had tugged at your heartstrings. his expression became immediately relieved, like you finally quitting your terrible job had instantly settled him more than it did you.

his hand slides up your back slowly before he kisses your forehead. "good," he murmured softly. "now i can take care of you properly."

.・゜-: ✧ :-

the maldives didn't even feel real.

from the second you and namjoon land, everything was too beautiful for your brain to register that this was the same earth you lived on.

the private plane ride there alone was already enough to leave you speechless. cream leather seats, a bottle of champagne waiting for you to board, and a flight attendant greeting him by his last name.

and namjoon? well, he was completely unfazed by any of it, of course.

meanwhile, you stood there, one of his large hoodies pooling around you while you stared around at the cabin like you had just accidentally walked into a dream.

he notices immediately, like he always did. "everything alright, baby?" he asked softly, amusement pulling slightly in his tone.

you turned, only being able to look at him in disbelief. "you own this kind of life and never warned me?"

a small smirk touched his mouth before he placed a large hand on your lower back, guiding you into one of the spacious seats. "would've scared you off too early, doll."

but from there, it only got worse, because the villa he booked was absolutely insane—sitting above crystal clear water that was so blue it almost hurt to look at. you gasped in genuine awe, clearly taken aback from the beauty, making a smile pull at namjoon's lips.

the wooden walkway stretched across the ocean itself, leading to a large and lavish private room shielded by white linen curtains that drifted lightly in the wind. the bedroom door opened directly to the water, like the ocean belonged to the two of you and no one else.

when you first walked inside after namjoon held the door open for you, you were completely at a loss of words. he just simply watched behind you quietly with his hands in his pockets, looking more satisfied by your reaction than the place itself.

"you like it?" he asked casually.

you turned to face him slowly. "this place cost more than my entire existence."

a low laugh leaves him again, the one that you loved so dearly. the one that pulled at the core of your heart and made your knees weaken a little bit. then, he stepped toward you slowly until his hands settled your waist. "you don't have to think about things like that anymore, baby," he murmured.

that sentence landed deep into your chest, etching their way into every vein of your heart. because you knew that he meant every word he said.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

the trip itself became the most heavenly blur of warmth and intimacy. but more than anything, it made you two completely addicted to each other.

swimming together in the ocean until sunset and him pulling you closer onto his lap. secluded dinners while the waves crashed softly beneath you. and of course, his sunglasses hiding the way he watched you constantly in your tiny bikinis that drove him absolutely insane.

you and him spent afternoons tangled together on long chairs beneath the sun, his hand resting lazily beneath against your thigh while you dozed off on his chest.

and every time you laughed and smiled at him, he looked at you like he still couldn't believe you were real.

being together, just the two of you for days straight, alone in the middle of the blue ocean with no distractions, no schedules, no interruptions—had let the both of you see every version of each other.

you see just exactly how gentle namjoon truly is beneath all of his confidence and composure. the way he brushes your wet hair out of your face after swimming, and when he automatically reaches for your hand every time you stepped outside of the room, like separation could never be possible between you anymore.

but namjoon seems to only have fallen even harder.

you being in his life felt nothing less than like nature. it felt utterly effortless, like it was the only thing that was destined between you two, and it almost scared him in a way.

because you had already turned his normal, cold, and polished daily routine into something warm and exciting without even trying. but now, you were here, laughing barefoot through the villa with one of his shirts hung over your wet, cheeky bikini that was only meant for his eyes.

you, curled up against his chest patiently while he bitterly answered his one and only work call—(he made sure they wouldn't waste his precious alone time with you for the rest of the trip again)—tracing patterns absently against his arm while he talked, almost failing to sound stern because you made him so so soft.

you fell asleep on him every night like you trusted him with your whole heart, and while you definitely could—that trust absolutely ruined him in a way that made the core of his heart ache.

but for some reason, the first night there was different.

by the time you had returned to the villa after swimming and dinner, the sun had already disappeared completely, which had left the sky a dark blue outside the large windows.

the day felt warm against your skin, everything smelling like saltwater, sunscreen, and namjoon.

you were barefoot, skin still damp beneath one of his loose white buttons-up that you threw on after showering. and the second you walked back into the bedroom, his eyes lifted from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, stopping on you immediately.

and with his gaze the room seem to become smaller, the atmosphere becoming hotter and thick around you. by this time, the beach had settled down to windy night—so it definitely wasn't the weather.

he leaned back slightly against the bed, gaze moving slowly over your bare legs, to your hardened nipples beneath his shirt. his eyes took in your damp hair, gazing over your freshly sun kissed skin. he sat there casually in a white t-shirt and a vicious pair of tom ford boxers that did absolutely nothing to hide his growing bulge.

namjoon's intense gaze still did nothing but affect you in every way possible, making your steps slow. your teeth tugged at your bottom lip in anticipation you couldn't even hide anymore. "what?" you asked, not even fighting the smile on your lips.

the lowest laugh left him, and you swear you could the vibration of his voice through your core. "c'mere."

your stomach instantly did flips, nothing but butterflies filling your entire body as you walked toward him slowly. the second you're close enough, his hands are already sliding along your thighs, pulling you right in between his thick legs.

your hands automatically came to his thighs to steady yourself, nails lightly tracing against his skin in a way that almost ruined namjoon's calm composure. his head tipped back slightly to look at you properly, like he had to take his time with simply admiring you.

"you trying to kill me walking around like this?" he asked lowly, his thumbs pressing slightly against your inner thighs.

you tried to ignore the fact that your anticipation was now smearing on your legs, laughing softly whole you brushed through his slightly messy hair. "you're dramatic."

"no," he replies calmly while his eyes dragged slowly across your face once again. "you're just so beautiful."

with that, he shut you up immediately, large hands sliding higher along your thighs beneath his shirt. his large hands coating your skin with his warmth in a way that seemed obsessive enough to make your brain split in half. "and sexy," he grumbles lowly, almost like a growl.

and the way he touched you now, after eight months of being together just felt different. his hands were driven by familiarity, like he knew your body just as well as he knew his own. like he knew exactly what drove you crazy.

namjoon pulled you closer, long fingers wrapped firmly around your thighs. then, he leaned his head down, brushing his plump lips slowly against the inside of your thigh. you almost moaned, the contact sending electrifying shivers throughout your body.

"fuck," he murmured quietly against your skin, like it was to himself. "do you know what you do to me?"

the words hit you in the head, the room starting to feel heavy around you with the distant sound of waves crashing softly outside.

his large palms trailed further up your thighs, fingers finding their way to cup your inner most thigh. you gasped, shivering under his warm touch.

the most devious chuckle left his lips before he clicked his tongue. "tsk tsk, naughty girl," he mumbled lowly, one large thumb coming to rest on top of your clit. "no panties for daddy tonight?"

you shook your head, fighting a moan with a bite of your bottom lip. his thumb pressed harder before rubbing it back and forth painfully slow. your legs squirmed between his, wetness sopping miserably between your folds. "wanted it to be easier for you, daddy."

"mm," he hummed slowly in approval, two large fingers moving so lightly up and down your soaked folds. "just landed today and you're already a problem, hm?"

you could only nod your head desperately before one of his fingers slid in between your folds, catching a glimpse of namjoon's low eyes clouded with nothing but darkness and hunger, tongue treading over his lips slowly as he took in the sight of you.

his long finger dragged slowly back up to your clit, lightly pinching it between his thumb and index finger, making a moan come out of you. "joonie, please..." you whispered, one hand tangled in his hair.

you felt his free hand slither to the back of your thigh and finding their way immediately to your ass cheek, slowly massaging it in his large palm. "hmm...?" he hummed lowly, acting like he didn't hear you, like he couldn't see you squirming underneath his touch. he sat two warm fingers patiently above your folds like he owned time.

"please..." you whimpered. "want you to touch me, daddy."

"mm," he hummed again, sliding one thick finger in between your folds, slipping through your arousal. "that's my good girl," he muttered, placing a thick kiss against your thighs once more as he inserted a finger inside your aching hole.

you moaned out, tiling your head back as you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach with pleasure. his thick finger pushed further into your pussy, your walls clenching around him and sucking him in immediately. your slick shamelessly coated him as he entered another finger inside, thrusting in and out of you slowly.

namjoon's lips found your thighs once again, littering wet open mouthed kisses along your thigh before making their way just above your pussy. his thumb massaged your clit in leisure circles while his fingers stretched you out relentlessly.

you gripped onto his broad shoulders to support yourself, knees becoming flimsy by the second. "hope you know," he grumbled lowly against your skin, "'m not planning on being gentle with you, tonight, doll."

as if his fingers weren't enough, his words ignited your entire body like a match to a flame. you simply couldn't bring yourself to respond, your manicured nails digging deeper into his shoulders as your stomach twisted into a familiar pressure.

but namjoon soon pulled away, the warmth of his fingers leaving your pussy with nothing but the cold night air. you whined out in confusion, desperate eyes peering up at him.

one large hand slithered to your ass slowly while his tongue treaded across his lips, low gaze taking you in hungrily. the other palm found your jaw, pulling you down and finally, crashing your lips against his. "need you to come in daddy's mouth, pretty girl," he murmured against your lips.

you nodded eagerly as your mouths moved against one another messily, like kissing each other was the equivalent of oxygen. namjoon's lips took yours greedily in with his—but slowly, even sucking on your bottom lip like he needed to preserve every inch of you. his hand was still on your jaw, slightly tilting your head in a way that allowed him to kiss you deeper.

with your lips on his, your manicured nails found themselves around the hem of namjoon's boxers, one hand slowly palming against his painfully strained bulge.

he grunted lowly at your touch, his head tilting back slightly. his low eyes whirled dark with desire, patiently awaiting your next move. his lips began sucking and licking at the skin on your neck as your dragged your nails underneath his shirt and up his abs.

"doll," he murmured, one large hand placing a light smack! against your ass. "what happens when daddy gets impatient with you, hm?"

you gasped at the contact, trying to hide the thrill seeping through your core. you fake pouted, fingers tugging at the edge of his shirt before pulling it up and tossing it somewhere in the room.

your hands trailed back down his abs before settling at the hem of his boxers and pulling them down. they pooled around his ankles, his long fat cock springing free in front of you.

even after eight months of being together—after eight months of being filled to the brim with his thick cock almost every night—it still somehow surprised you every time.

you got down on your knees immediately, a sight that made namjoon's tip leak with desperate precum. your hands wrapped around the wide base, eyes peering up innocently at him as you stroked it slowly.

namjoon moaned out lowly, his tongue licking over his lips with thirst. one large hand finding its way into your hair before twisting it into a makeshift ponytail, holding onto it loosely. you felt your legs weaken at the possessive action, your nose nearly being met with his raging tip.

you extended your tongue out, taking your time with exploring the base of his cock before making your way down to his tip, licking at the salty precum. you found your lips wrapping around his thick cock, a guttural curse emitting from namjoon's throat.

your mouth explored his cock freely, his hand wrapped gently in your hair as you bobbed your throat up and down his veiny length. "good fucking girl," he murmured as you sucked him in.

soon enough, he began to guide you further up his base, making you sputter ever so slightly before quickly accommodating. one of your hands pumped the rest of his length while the other rested on his sculpted leg for your stability. you let his large hand lead your mouth back and forth across his thick length deliberately, pushing him into your a few inches deeper.

salty tears pricked at your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks around him, nails now leaving white trails that would soon turn red into his thighs. his length took up every fucking inch of your mouth and throat and you felt your breathing begin to stutter.

"shh, breathe, baby girl," he cooed darkly, continuing to guide you along his length while one hand settled lightly at your jaw. "you look so pretty choking on daddy's dick."

your arousal was pitifully coating the floor beneath you in slick, shifting your thighs in a way namjoon immediately. he was incredibly close, but namjoon wanted to save every drop of his seed to paint your walls entirely white.

with a sharp hiss, namjoon guided you off his cock by your hair. the warmth of his length left your mouth with a plop! sound, and immediately your chest was heaving dramatically for air.

"gonna fill your little pussy full with daddy's cum, baby," namjoon grumbled breathlessly, pulling you off the ground and in between his legs again. "hm? how does that sound, pretty girl?"

you nodded quickly. "need it, daddy." a hungry smirk pulled at his lips before he pulled you into another soft kiss.

"good," he praised lowly. both of his large palms settled on your ass before you were abruptly in the air with your legs around his waist. his lips found yours again as he walked you towards the other side of the bed, both hands holding you tightly against him.

you melted against him, making small noises that absolutely ruined him as he kissed you roughly. he tossed you softly onto the bed, a thick strand of saliva stringing between you before your head lightly met the pillow.

namjoon crawled on top of you, his eyes clouded with darkness as he took in the sight of you below him, peering up and him innocently and waiting for his next move. it drove him absolutely fucking insane. you were a complete dream to namjoon, nearly sweeping the air from his lungs at the mere vision of you.

with one hand by your head and the other trailing down your neck lightly before cupping your boob, he enveloped your lips between his once more. soon, his lips made their way along your jaw. “look at you…” he cooed lowly, his breath shooting down your neck sharply. “all the way out here with me.”

his finger hooked along the hem of your shirt before dragging it off slowly, his lips automatically finding their way your neck, biting and sucking on your sensitive skin until he mouth was wrapped properly around your tit.

you moaned out in pleasure, immediately melting under the feeling of his warm and wet tongue dancing around your nipples, lips sucking your areola between his teeth lightly. his large hands traveled up and down your body, exploring your skin like already hadn't done it a million times by now.

his mouth left your boobs and trailed lower, your nipples immediately hardening at the loss of warmth. he placed slow kisses all along your waist and down your stomach until his lips settled above your pussy, blowing a soft puff of air against it, the warmth of his breath sending electricity up your spine.

your thighs instinctively went to clamp shut, but namjoon's large hands stopped them too quickly, pushing your legs even further apart. his thumbs pressed into your inner thigh possessively as his two fingers found your pussy lips again, spreading them apart before he placed a sloppy kiss against your dripping folds.

"fuck," he murmured, practically making out with your pussy as his fingers curled their way back inside your hole. you felt the deep vibration of his voice echoing through your core as his thumb swiped from your entrance and up to your clit. "pussy taste so fuckin' sweet, baby girl."

"nghh—daddy—" you cried out, thighs flexing underneath the burning pleasure. his plump lips fully enclosed around your entire pussy, sucking your folds into his mouth with time and the utmost greed. his tongue dived into your hole, swirling along your velvety walls while your fingers curled desperately into his hair.

your mind was nearly emptied out, vacant with nothing but the obscene noises of namjoon lapping hungrily against your wet pussy and the tightest feeling in your core. you squirmed in immense overstimulation, attempting to arch your back before his free hand found your waist and quickly pinned your hips back down to the mattress.

"stay still for daddy, baby," he grumbled lowly as he took the quickest breath for air, fingers continuing to thrust inside of you. with a flat tongue, he licked the slowest stripe up your pussy before eating at you once more, nose burying in your clit.

you cried out loudly, overwhelming heat and pleasure twisting in stomach. your orgasm reached you soon enough, legs shaking around namjoon's head. your release spilled into his mouth and he quickly lapped every last drop up, dragging his tongue softly along your folds as you came down from your high.

"such a good girl, baby," he praised lowly against your drenched pussy while his large hands rubbed the side of your thighs soothingly.

namjoon placed a lewd, open-mouthed kiss on top of your clit before coming up and meeting your eye level. you reached up slightly, pulling him into a kiss first, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in. you tasted yourself on his lips as your mouths melted together.

namjoon's thumb continued to rub your clit slowly as he rubbed his painfully hard cock along your sodden folds, kissing you deeply while his tongue mapped your mouth ravenously. you arched ever so slightly, instinctively grinding against him with desperation.

"so needy aren't you, doll," he muttered against your lips with one hand wrapped around his cock, dragging it purposely slow along your pussy. he captured your lips in with his once more, the other hand coming up to your jaw. "tell daddy what you want first."

"i want you, daddy," you said breathlessly, absentmindedly bucking up your hips again with your patience running thin.

"mhm," he replied simply, taking the hand off his cock to pin your hips back down as he tugged your bottom lip gently with his teeth. his thumb circled your clit again. "and what else, doll?"

"please—! i want you to fuck me, daddy. to ruin me," you whined quietly, pussy dripping with anticipation.

"mm," he hummed lowly as he softly kissed your jaw possessively, his fat tip now sliding between your folds, thumb applying more pressure to your aching clit. "don't you worry, my sweet girl," he cooed.

he began to push his thick veiny cock further between your folds and directly into your sopping wet core. you cried out immediately, your walls tightly adjusting around just his wide tip as pleasure struck your entire body.

namjoon placed both of his beefy arms around you as he pushed himself further inside of you, earning staggered and breathless sounds from you that only made his cock leak more. "fuck," he groaned out. "you're so fucking tight, baby."

your walls stretched around him almost painfully as he filled you with every inch of his length slowly, tears pricking at your eyes once more from the grueling stretch. it wasn't long before he was in and out of you at a reasonable pace, thrusts becoming gradually harder by the second.

"such a good girl, taking daddy so well," he grunted breathlessly, every thrust expanding your tight, velvety walls, making your hole outline the shape of his thick cock.

your hands found their way onto his shoulders, nails digging and clawing into his muscular, toned back that blocked your entire vision from seeing anything else in the room. he plunged deeper inside of you, chest pressing against yours as he caged you around him, leaving no space left between you.

namjoon took his cock all the way out before slamming it back in. you cried out, legs shaking and your mind blanking to a pure state of euphoria as his cock dragged roughly along your walls, his bulky tip hitting the back of your walls relentlessly, curving perfectly right into your g-spot.

his big hands gripped onto your hips like there was nothing else he was meant to hold, drilling his cock into the deepest part of your walls like there was still more for him to break through.

he buried his nose into your neck, breathing in your scent hungrily and wrapping you in his warmth as he nonstop pounded his cock into you. one large hand curled around your leg, lifting it up and ramming his tip repeatedly against the deepest, hottest part of your hole. he lightly nipped the soft skin on your neck with his teeth.

"gonna fill this pussy all the way up, baby," he grunted down your ear, licking at the skin he had just bit. "gonna ruin you...my perfect little girl."

you cried out loudly, tiny and salty beads of water brimming at your waterline from pleasure and overstimulation. the warmth of his breath and the possessive tone of his words sent sparks down your stomach and straight to your core, making your pussy clench tightly around him.

"fuck," he cursed lowly, smacking his hips into yours with the most lewd slapping noise echoing throughout the room. "right where you fucking belong, baby. you were always gonna end up with me, weren't you?"

you nodded rapidly, pussy squelching miserably at his words. "yes—'m all yours, daddy," you blabbed almost dumbly, gasping for air while namjoon worked every inch of his cock inside of you.

he hummed in approval before kissing you, lips melting into each other with raw hunger. "yeah, that's right, baby," he mumbled against your lips, rutting his cock into you. "fuck, gonna put a fucking ring on this finger one day, baby."

you moaned loudly in response, eyes rolling back and head above the clouds at his cock dragging along your walls and at the thought of being his wife, being his forever. "mmph—yes, yes! want it so so bad, daddy," you whimpered, body moving back and forth on the bed as you took in each thrust.

all of a sudden namjoon was flipping you over, large palms manhandling you to have your face nestled in the soft pillows and your ass in the air. he placed a large smack! onto your ass cheek before slamming his cock into you again—enough to make your hips jerk forward before he snapped them back into place with his rough hands, driving himself inside you.

"yeah?" his voice came low behind you and right in your ear, pressing his chest against your back. "'m gonna make you my fucking wife baby, gonna be mine forever."

"mm, yes, daddy—! please," you cried, his large palms gripping firmly on your ass and smacking it against his cock, shoving his length greedily into your hole. you felt your stomach curving into a heated knot, mind completely lost at the state of bliss he was fucking you into.

"could do this with you forever, and i'd still want more," he grunted lowly, kissing your neck from behind. "can't get enough of you, baby,"

you whined loudly—muffled from the pillows as your body began to tremble beneath namjoon. "cum for daddy, pretty girl," he murmured, licking up your neck with his tongue nastily. "cum on my cock like a good girl."

he plowed his cock slowly into you as you felt your orgasm tear through you like thunder. you screamed his name loudly, tears and drool soaking the pillows as your walls fluttered around him tightly, your juices spilling over his dick.

"gonna fill this pussy up, gonna get you all nice and round for daddy," he growled, hand firm on your hips, thrusting one last time into you before releasing his hot seed inside of you endlessly.

he held your hips against him as he painted your insides with his cum, chasing both of your highs before letting you go. your hips collapsed onto the mattress immediately, chest heaving violently up and down as you felt namjoon's fingers come to press his cum deeper inside you, ensuring you took every last drop.

he placed light kisses on your shoulders before coming down to lay beside you. you rolled onto your back breathlessly to face him, legs now sore and body still shaking.

he smiled immediately once his eyes met yours, quickly wrapping his arms around your figure and pulling you right against him. "you okay, doll?" he asked softly, placing a soft peck on your forehead before coming to your lips. "you did so well, my angel."

you nodded, breathing stabilizing and heart gushing once again. "more than okay, joonie," you smiled, hearing the faint murmur of his heartbeat.

dimples pulled at his cheeks before he captured your lips softly in with his. "good," he whispered against you, his long fingers trailing up your thigh and coming to intertwine with yours.

your eyes never broke apart with his, heart pumping against your chest like it was your first night ever with namjoon all over again. he placed a soft kiss on your hand. "i was done for the second i pulled over for you," he murmured against your fingers.

you laughed softly against his chest, instantly tugging at the strings of his heart. "oh, i was too," you replied, pink tinting your cheeks despite spending eight months of being cuddled up with this man.

namjoon chuckled softly, pulling you even closer against him. "i love you so much, baby," he murmured, placing soft kisses on your face.

"i love you so much too, joonie," you replied, taking his lips slowly in with yours.

the waves of the ocean crashed faintly outside the window, the two of you holding each other closely & lulling each other to sleep with soft giggles and tired kisses.

"you spoil me too much," you whispered faintly, hanging on to the last thread before being taken away by sleep with his warmth completely wrapped around you.

namjoon was the exact same, eyelids getting heavier by the second. but his hand instinctively caressed your cheek—thumb barely moving along your skin. a faint smile touched his mouth before his hand tightened slightly around your legs, pulling you impossibly closer.

"good."

.・゜-: ✧ :-

the rest of the vacation passes like a dream neither of you want to wake up from.

because being alone together like this—away from the noise of the hustling city, away from work—made both you realize how naturally you existed beside each other.

by the time you fly home, you seem to notice little things even more.

the way he kept glancing over at you during the flight like he still hadn't gotten enough of you. like even after spending a week and approximately twenty-three hours away from home—with you and only you—he was still yearning for more time with you.

and the way he said "we're home," automatically when he pulled the both of you into his endless driveway.

home.

the word sunk like an anchor into your chest. because somehow, his house already felt like yours too.

and at this point, you basically lived there anyway. you'd spend over half of your weeks at namjoon's, practically abandoning your own apartment. your skincare lined one side of his bathroom counter and your clothes filled empty drawers in his walk-in closet.

candles sitting next to his heavy duty speakers and equipment. hair clips and lip gloss scattered across countertops.

there were tiny pieces of you in namjoon's house everywhere, he loved every single one of them. in fact, he couldn't get enough.

even if he pretended to complain sometimes.

"baby," he calls out softly one night, stepping over your heels forgotten in the hallway. "one more month of this and i'm charging you rent."

you laugh from the couch. "you're rich, joonie. be serious."

"i am serious," he says calmly, walking over before dropping onto the couch beside you. immediately his large palms are on you, pulling you straight into his lap.

you melted into his warmth naturally while his arms wrapped around your waist. his chin rested lightly against your shoulder, comforting silence filling the air as your heartbeats synced together.

"you should just move in," namjoon says finally.

your heart skipped a beat, red flushing your cheeks instantly. he said it so simply, but you felt everything shift immediately. you turned slightly in his arms. "...you're asking me?"

"i thought i've been asking for months," he replies genuinely.

because truly, he really has. every "stay another night." every drawer he cleared out for your stuff. every toothbrush he replaced before you could even ask.

even so, he watched you carefully now, like you answer mattered to him more than anything else.

"you're sure?" you asked quietly.

his expression changed, softening right away. "baby," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "you've made this place feel more like home in eight months than it has in years."

"and i love waking up next to you," he added softly, eyes boring into you in a way that made your chest ache. "i love taking care of you."

his large hands slide slowly along your waist. "and honestly?" he muttered quietly. "i'm tired of pretending you don't belong here."

the way he says it so naturally does it for you completely. like loving you was the easiest thing he's ever done.

you smile softly. it's small at first, before it naturally stretches wider at the thought of never having to leave him to go home, because home would be with him. "...okay."

he stills slightly, hands still firm on your waist. "yeah?"

you nodded. "i'll move in, joonie."

the wide smile that spreads across his face afterwards is almost unfair. his big arms tighten around you, pulling you fully against his chest before he kisses you slowly. your lips move together warmly, like you could feel the relief and excitement radiating off of him.

when he pulls back, his forehead rested lightly against yours. "took you long enough," he murmurs softly.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

bonus scene~

it's one of those bright, los angeles days where the sidewalks are a little too crowded and the air smells faintly of saltwater and sunscreen.

you and namjoon walk together, side by side on the sidewalk—him closest to the street, of course—while he's got one hand casually resting at the small of your back. one of your favorite habits he's developed over the months; always guiding you, and always touching you.

as you approach a café, you're both talking about the most random things. he makes a silly comment that makes your smile almost hurt while he opens the door for you, guiding you inside with his other hand.

once you stepped inside, you immediately froze. standing at the counter was your lousy, bum of an ex from almost two years ago.

you physically winced, cringe and utter embarrassment twisting into your stomach at the mere sight of him. these last eight months with namjoon had you forgetting that any man had ever existed before him.

"oh, hell no," you said quietly, only loud enough for namjoon to hear, who was now towering behind you as he closed the door.

"what?"

you whipped around to face him, subtly nodding towards the counter. "that's my ex."

his eyes followed your gaze. your ex at counter looked up briefly, immediately recognizing you too. then, namjoon looks back at you—completely unimpressed. "...that's him?"

you instantly started laughing from his reaction. "don't do that, joonie."

"do what?"

"that face."

"what face?"

"the one where you're judging."

he only smirked. "baby, i haven't said a word."

he takes a step to move forward, but you grab his arm hurriedly. "joonie, wait. i'm kind of... nervous."

those words grab his attention immediately, making his body come to a halt entirely. one eyebrow lifted slowly. "nervous?"

you shrugged. "the breakup was awkward."

he stares at you for a second. "you're scared of him?"

"not scared," you said, him nodding his head in understanding. "i just don't want it to be weird."

he leans down slightly, close enough that his breath barely grazes the top of your ear. "oh please."

your stomach did ten flips right then and there at his confidence—his absolute certainty. his hands came to settle firmly at your waist. "you're with me, baby."

those four words instantly calmed you down, settling your heart rate back into a somewhat normal pace. before you can answer, namjoon is already guiding you towards the register.

your ex, julian, notices you both approaching. his eyes avert over to who you're with, his expression changing immediately.

because standing next to you, was six-foot-something of calm confidence—designer sunglasses and an expensive watch. his posture was straight, yet relaxed with one large palm settled comfortably on your lower back. he walked like he didn't need to prove anything, because he already knew exactly who he was—and exactly what kind of stunning woman he was with.

and, wait a minute—wasn't he famous? julian visibly straightened, swallowing a little too hard. meanwhile, namjoon couldn't even look less concerned. "afternoon," he says politely.

julian greets you both, his posture stiff and his voice tight. then, he looked at you. "hey."

you could only blink, and before you even formulate a response—namjoon answers first. "hey, man." his tone coming friendly and easy.

your ex's attention shifts to namjoon instantly. he orders for both of you—remembering your exact order, because of course he did—all while smiling politely. the entire time, his hand never leaves your waist.

while namjoon pays, julian attempts to make small talk. "so... how have you been?"

before you can answer, namjoon glances down at you, thumb gently caressing the skin on your waist. "good, right baby? he asks warmly.

you stifle a laugh, because you knew exactly what he was up to. "mhm," you nod. "very good."

the corner of namjoon's mouth twitches in satisfaction. julian nods awkwardly, his gaze quickly averting to the ground.

once the payment goes through, namjoon thanks him with a simple smile before intertwining his fingers with yours and walking away. you trail beside him, biting your lip from the incredible urge to laugh.

moments later, your drinks are ready. namjoon picks them up, handing one to you as you squealed quietly in excitement, making a large smile pull at his lips, dimples carving into his cheeks.

and just like that, it was all over. there was absolutely no drama or competition, and you didn't have to say a word to your ex at all.

soon, you're both walking back outside into the sunshine, the heat soaking into your skin right away. you looked at namjoon immediately, laugh blurting from your lips. "you're ridiculous, joonie."

"why?"

"you knew exactly what you were doing."

a cheeky grin quickly appears on his face. "i was ordering us coffee."

you rolled your eyes despite the smile on your face. his hand wrapped around your waist again, pulling you closer against his side. "baby," his voice came low again, the deep tone that always had your knees buckling.

"if a guy is dumb enough to not treat you right and let you go..." he shrugged. "that's his problem."

then, he placed a kiss at the top of your forehead like the conversation was completely finished. because to him, it was. but a few steps later, you catch namjoon looking unusually pleased with himself.

"you enjoyed that, didn't you?" you pried.

the smile he gave you then was absolutely shameless. "a little."

then his arm settled around your shoulders as you continued down the street. "besides," he continued casually. "you really thought i was going to let you stand there uncomfortable?"

your heart melted instantly, absentmindedly pressing your body closer into his side. "my job is making your life easier, remember doll?" he said lowly, pressing another kiss into your hair.

somehow after all these months, namjoon still managed to make a violent pink flush your cheeks with every affirming remark he made. and him? he was absolutely whipped. he was willing to buy the whole world if it meant putting a smile on your face. and he also was already trying to figure out your ring size without asking you.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

a/n: i hope you guys liked this short(?) part 2!🥹 no it is not the end, but i just wanted to show you guys how good older boyfriend producer joonie would treat y/n bc god. he hasn't left my mind honestly. 😩 more to come in for this series in future after i roll out a few more fics <3 love you guys so so much and thank you for the incredible amount of support!

tags: @haniii @joonmonjagi

[milk-moonbunnies]

After Hours [Yoongi x reader]

synopsis: Yoongi, the quiet and awkward finance guy of your company, has a crush on you.

warnings: mdni, 18+, nerd! Yoongi, lowkey loser! Yoongi, dirty talk, riding, teasing, praise, unprotected, oral (m rec), kitty! Tang, office romance, Yoongi lowkey perv, cowgirl position, a little dumbification, multiple orgasms, a little rough, creampie, Yoongi big, Yoongi cocky behind closed doors, both are down bad, mentions of m-st-rb-t--n, mention of semi-public smuttiness, etc.

shout out to @catiekayy for being my soundboard and reader as I wrote this

wc: 4.7 k+

[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]

If someone were to ask Yoongi, he would say he's exactly where he wants to be, and that's under you.

His head falls back into the cushion of the couch, and his pupils dilate, focusing solely on you as you keep him pinned to the sofa with a hand to his chest.

You're absolutely gorgeous with glossy lips, half-hooded eyes, and a flush in your cheeks. Sweet little moans keep slipping from your mouth each time you lift your hips before slamming them back down, taking Yoongi's cock to the hilt over and over again.

You didn't plan for the night to go like this - bouncing on Yoongi's cock too far gone on how good it felt when his fat tip hit the back of your drooling cunt, but Yoongi did. Yoongi had been in love with you since the moment he saw you across the office. You were all sweet smiles and polite bows of introduction to your new co-workers, cheering a little, "happy to be on the team!" You were too cute.

You always worked in little heels with a pencil skirt, making Yoongi watch as you passed his cubicle, heading to lunch with one of your friends in the same department - Jimin was it? Your eyes sparkled as you yapped to the younger man, something about a project you were excited to be a part of. You were so new, so eager, and Yoongi's cock twitched, hardening before you even rounded the corner.

It was right there, in that office, that he formed his little crush on you. He looked forward to seeing you in the office from afar, watching you bend over to pick up a pile of papers that fell from your desk when you accidentally bumped into them. Or the way you seemed to become friends with everyone in less than three minutes.

You were so pretty, so nice, it was almost too much to bear. He'd have to close his eyes, take a deep breath, and then excuse himself to the bathroom to lock himself in a stall, fumbling with his zipper before he could finally free his aching cock.

His eyes would close again just as he gave his cock the first stroke, squeezing his hand around his shaft, jerking his cock to the image of you. He would daydream about bending you over his desk, or sneaking you into the supply closet so he could have a taste of you, wondering if your pussy was just as sweet as you were. But he never acted on it; he was in finance, you were in sales, the only time your two departments came together was either in the quarterly meetings or an office party.

Plus, he didn't stand a chance. You were gorgeous, beautiful, and charming, while he wore black-rimmed glasses and had photos of his black cat framed at his desk. He knew society had a hierarchy, and he knew his place in it. So, he kept his head down, his eyes focused on the computer until the day you hummed behind him, unsure of yourself, leaning on his cubicle wall as your eyes flickered from him to the photo of Tang, his cat. "Can you help me?"

Yoongi blinked, and blinked again, taking a moment to process that you were talking to him before he jolted up, stumbling to stand from his rolling chair, and nearly knocking over the photo of Tang in the process. "Y-yeah! I mean, yes, sure, yes."

It took Yoongi less than two minutes to realize you had mistaken him for IT support. You seemed to be having some issues with your laptop, your teeth nibbling into your bottom lip as you waved your hands at the monitor vaguely. "I'm not really good with this thing." You confessed with a soft blush to your cheeks.

Luckily for you, Yoongi was adept enough to be in IT if he wanted. He nodded his head softly, and with a quiet, "May I?" He leaned over you, his chest warming up your back as he reached for the keyboard. He never imagined being this close to you while you were sitting in your chair, but now with him so close, he was wrapped up in your pretty smile and sweet perfume, and he knew he was down bad for you.

It took a few taps here and a few clicks there before Yoongi was able to get your monitor screen where you needed it. And he was caught off guard by your happy squeal in delight, your arms wrapping around him in a celebratory hug as you thanked him over and over again.

It made Yoongi flush, awkwardly clearing his throat and waving his hand in dismissal as he felt your soft body move back, already turning around to click on a few tabs to verify it truly was fixed. Yoongi figured his need was done, and he'd slip back to his desk when you quickly turned around and grasped his wrist to stop him. His world flipped when you flashed him a dazzling grin, your eyes sparkling as you asked, "Hey, do you want to grab lunch sometime?"

From then on, you made a point of saying hello to Yoongi. It was always accompanied by a soft touch on his shoulder or arm, squeezing his bicep as you called his name. And with the more interactions he had with you, the more his crush developed, and the more he couldn't get you off his mind.

At one point, it was early morning, the skies still dark, as he stepped into the elevator to head to the office. No one was around, the city was still half-asleep, and he expected to be one of the few earlier ones in the office when you slipped into the elevator just before the doors closed. You flashed him a beaming smile, standing close to him in the small space, and Yoongi was still sleepy enough that his mind immediately went to the gutter.

You were standing in your heels, your tight skirt, and your perfume that made his mouth water - and for a moment, he wondered what you would do if he pinned you to the elevator wall. If you'd be wet when he brushes his hand up your inner thigh, bunching the skirt up higher so he could see the pretty panties you wore today. If you'd say his name with a breathy moan or whine when he placed a knee between your thighs to keep your legs open for him.

When the elevator dings to announce the arrival of landing on the twentieth floor, you're stepping out none the wiser to Yoongi's perverted thoughts, and he's covering his lap with his briefcase as he walks the walk of shame to his desk.

Something had to give, and it did when three weeks later, Yoongi found himself working late one night, finishing up some reports he'd present the following Monday. It was late, really late, late enough to need to call a cab to get home late, and he was tired.

He packed up his stuff, turned off his light for his cubicle, and started to head to the elevators. He had made a habit of looking over at the sales department to get a glimpse of your desk, even if you weren't there, before heading home. But tonight, you were there.

The yellow glow of the light for your desk even made you more beautiful in Yoongi's eyes, which is saying something because they were cheap lights. You were running a hand through your hair, mumbling to yourself as you went from looking back and forth between your two monitors, and Yoongi didn't even think about it. His feet moved on their own accord, bee-lining straight to you before he could mentally talk himself out of it. And you didn't even know he was there until he spoke up softly, "You're here late."

You jumped a little in your seat, whirling around to meet Yoongi's gaze, and both Yoongi and you sported soft pink cheeks towards one another. "I- yeah." You let out a tired laugh before you nodded your head towards him, "but I could say the same for you. Are you heading out?" You looked up at him expectantly, and Yoongi knew he should leave, grab some takeout, and head home, but he couldn't bring himself to move. He wanted to spend time with you, anyway he could.

"No, I uh, I'm waiting for an email to come in." His lie is barely believable. I mean, he had his coat over his arm and his briefcase in his hand, but you don't say that. Instead, you nod, an amused smile on your lips, as Yoongi stands there awkwardly.

"Well, instead of sitting alone at your desk, you could just sit with me while I finish some work on my computer." You offer, nodding to the rolling chair next to you, it's from the cubicle next to yours, and he takes it before he says something stupid, like I love you or something.

And that's how the rest of the night goes, you working, him sitting fiddling on his phone waiting for an imaginary email as you two fill up the space with small talk and getting to know each other better. When you wrap things up, you turn to him with a cute little stretch and ask if he wants to grab some food, and Yoongi could never deny you.

Over late-night ramen, he finds out you are staying late the entire next week of work, and by the time he convinces you to share a cab with him, claiming he doesn't live far from you (you're across town from him), he plans to find an excuse to keep you company that entire week you need to stay late.

The first excuse he comes up with is that he forgot a report that is due soon. He stays at his desk, clicking on things randomly, and peeking over his cubicle to see if you're still there. And when he thinks it's a good time to come over, he does so with a drink from the vending machine as a peace offering.

By the third night, when Yoongi finishes up work, he just walks right up to your desk and takes a seat next to you - forgoing making up excuses. He's armed with your favorite drink from the vending machines and a soft smile that you return as he sits on the empty rolling chair next to you. Neither of you commented on the new closeness you two have, your knees bumping into his every once and while as you typed away on your keyboard. Yoongi does his best to hide his smile behind his phone, refusing to acknowledge that he bumps his knees into yours in response, making his heart flutter in his chest.

And like the past three times you two stayed late at the office, you two share a cab ride home. Yoongi has the taxi driver stop at your place first and refuses to take your half of the money for the shared ride, waving it off with a shake of his head even when you try to insist. He only gives you a flash of a grin, claiming, "See you tomorrow."

So when Friday comes around, it seems like Yoongi isn't the only one finding themselves looking over at the other from across the office. You had become close to Yoongi in the time you two spent together, and it showed in the way you found yourself gravitating towards him with any flimsy excuse you could come up with. During a break, you saw Yoongi at the copier machine, and you couldn't help yourself. You walked up to him, your shoulder brushing his bicep as you hummed a little, "having a good day, Mr Min?" Your smile teasing as you batted your eyelashes up at him.

At lunch, you wave at Jimin, asking for a rain check. You were going to eat alone today, or that's what you told the man before making your way to the spot you had seen Yoongi liked to eat at. It was outside, more secluded, and a lot quieter than the cafe in the lobby. It was exactly where you found him, too, and you couldn't stop the smile from forming on your face. "Fancy seeing you here," you teased as you sat next to him on the bench. He was balancing his lunch on his lap as he quickly looked over at you.

His glasses were on the tip of his nose, his cheeks a soft pink, and the urge to kiss him caught you by surprise. You had liked Yoongi the moment he saved your computer from whatever you did to it months ago, and you were happy that this friendship had evolved from then on. You found comfort being near him, and you weren't blind; he was handsome with his warm eyes and gummy smile, which you seemed to pull from him easily. You just never really realized how much you liked him until now.

And maybe that's why, on your last night of staying late at the office for this project, you're a little jittery. Without fail, Yoongi is sitting beside you, reading something on his phone, and you can't concentrate. You had been in your head all day, mulling over Yoongi and your newly discovered feelings. You hadn't meant to form a crush on him, but how could you not?

It's why you decide to jump, take a leap, and tell the cab driver when you and Yoongi get in, to head to Yoongi's place. You turned to your co-worker expectantly, your cheeks flushed at being possibly too forward, but smiling nevertheless as you nudged Yoongi to tell the cab driver his address.

You didn't really plan how you wanted this night to go. It was the weekend, and you figured maybe Yoongi and you could hang out in a more intimate setting, but nothing prepares you when seconds after his apartment door closes behind him, he's pulling you into a kiss.

Yoongi had always given shy and awkward vibes around you, something that internally made you want to push his buttons just to see his blush sneak up to his ears, but this Yoongi wasn't like that now. He didn't kiss you like he had never done it before; in fact, he kissed you as if it were your last. His warm hands are pulling you in close, one hand sliding up your back and up to the back of your neck as the other holds onto your hip, like you might disappear otherwise.

It made your head spin from the contrast of him, your moan eagerly swallowed by him as his lips slotted with yours, and your back met his front door as he caged you in. He pressed his hips against yours, keeping you pinned, and his tongue caressed your bottom lip, coaxing you to open up for him. When you do, he groan soft and low, one of his hands slipping down your thigh and hooking your knee over his hip to press closer to you.

And that's when you feel something soft brush your calf, followed by a chirpy, "me-ow!"

Both of you are still; your mind is still reeling as Yoongi takes a second to pull his head back. You immediately miss his lips on yours, and you notice how plump his lips look as he looks down at the ground to see the black void brushing against both of your legs as it lets out another meow, demanding acknowledgement.

Yoongi's fingers squeeze the underside of your thigh that he still has hooked on his hip, and he takes a moment to take you in. Your lips are darker from the kissing, and your eyes are a little hazy, which makes him grin, and all he wants is to keep going. And he will, but another meow from Tang has him mumbling, "one second," before he's taking a step back, giving you space to breathe. "Make yourself at home," he smiles, and you finally process that you're inside his apartment.

Yoongi heads to the kitchen after stealing another quick kiss from you, and Tang circles you like a mini shark, chirping another greeting that makes you squat so you can pet his soft coat as he headbutts your hand with soft purrs. You grinned and scratched Tang's head until he heard Yoongi open a cabinet door. It must be Tang's designated cabinet for his food because the black cat flies to the kitchen, and you head deeper into the apartment with a curious gaze.

The apartment is cozy. A loft with one wall filled with floor-to-ceiling windows that looks over the city. It's breathtaking, and his apartment is high enough to still feel private until you are on his balcony, but you decide to stay in the living room, softly touching the books on his bookshelf as Yoongi leaves Tang to eat alone. "Anything catch your eye?" He asks, and you spin around to see him flash you another smile as you join him on the couch.

"Maybe," your answer is coy, but it's because your heart is fluttering and your eyes keep looking down at his lips, thinking back to your kiss by the front door. You're sitting closer to him, watching him in a new light that makes your stomach flutter. The tension is humming, soft under your skin, and when Yoongi's eyes flicker down to your lips, you move without hesitation when he asks you to come here.

Your thighs straddle his hips, and your weight settles over his lap as he slides his hands up your thighs. He's gorgeous, his hair tousled, his glasses magnifying his dark eyes as he tilts his head back to look at you. He doesn't even speak before he's pulling you in for another kiss, this one slower than the first. One of his hands stays on your hip, squeezing and stroking as his other hand cups the side of your jaw, quickly reducing you back to a soft, whimpering mess.

You don't know when you start rolling your hips during the kiss, but you moan when you feel him twitch underneath you. He feels big, and the thought alone has you pulling back with stars in your eyes, while his smile turns into a knowing smirk. "You okay, baby?"

Baby, your teeth sink into your bottom lip, liking the little pet name, and your hips roll forward to feel him again.

Oh.

Yeah.

He's big.

"Can I?" Your words slip out before you can even process them, and Yoongi's leaning back on the couch with flushed cheeks as your hands map their way down his chest.

"Can you what?" His hips press upwards, and the gasp leaves your mouth in awe, jumbling your thoughts further as your arousal seeps onto your panties. "What do you want, baby? Use your words," his laugh is a little teasing as his fingers caress your thighs, "or you could use your mouth."

Your mouth waters, and your eyes glaze over just a bit, thinking about it. And it isn't much longer before you're sliding off his lap and onto your knees between his legs, reaching for his belt.

Yoongi's heart leaps, watching your eyes glimmer with a hunger he seems to always have for you, and he's helping you unbuckle his belt and push his slacks down with his boxers until his aching cock is freed.

His cock is big, slapping up to reach just under his belly button, and it's pretty too. His tip is a darker shade of red, flushed with need, and drooling with precum that makes you lick your lips, hungry. Just the look of him makes your jaw ache, and you're already reaching for him - guiding him to your mouth as he lets out a breathless curse.

Your fingers wrap around his length, feeling the veins that throb down his shaft, and the moment your mouth swallows the tip, you both groan at the feeling. He's warm and big, and you can only take him halfway before you bob your head back up, swirling your tongue around his tip to collect the precum. He tastes a little salty, and it only makes you moan more as you try to take him deeper with each wet slurp.

You suck his cock until he's nudging the back of your mouth, and you can feel another wave of your arousal drench your panties as you do it again and again, losing yourself in the feeling of him filling your mouth so deliciously. Your eyes flutter shut, and the hand that's not pumping the rest of his length that doesn't fit in your mouth moves to his balls, squeezing them in your palm as you moan around his cock filthily.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good." Yoongi groans, and his hand rests on the back of your head, putting a little pressure each time your head moves down, making you take him deeper and deeper. "Does it feel good when I hit the back of your mouth? I bet your mouth isn't the only thing wet, huh?" The whimper you make in response makes Yoongi smirk, his thighs spreading as he lifts his hips towards your warm mouth.

He holds you still, fucking up into your mouth as you slobber on his cock, using your drool to slide in deeper. You're doing so well for him, looking so pretty as his cock stretches your mouth open, and then he triggers your gag reflex - sinking his cock down your throat and making your throat squeeze around his shaft as he groans low from his chest.

"Yeah, just like that. Your mouth feels so good, Baby." He praises, and when he guides your mouth off his cock to give you a moment to breathe, a string of saliva connects your lips to his tip, making his eyes roll back as he pushes you back down onto his cock. "Just a little more - yeah, that's it - always knew your mouth was made to take my cock."

Heat flushes from your cheeks and down your neck from his words, your nails digging into his thighs, and it's almost embarrassing how turned on it makes you. When your nose hits his pelvis, his cock pulses down your throat, and your pussy clenches pathetically in need. All of your thoughts are of him. On the way, his head falls back, his pretty neck exposed as he lets out little pants when your tongue licks up the underside of his cock. The way his thighs tense when you play with his balls, he has to be close, and he proves it's true when he pulls you off his cock again when you suck on his tip like you're trying to make him cum too quickly.

"I'm not cumming down your throat," he huffs, pulling you up until you're back on his lap, "If I cum, it'll be in your pretty pussy, okay?"

He pushes your skirt up around your waist, exposing your panties glued to your wet folds, and your face burns as his fingers drag up the laced material, feeling just how wet you were for him.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," he murmurs, and when he pulls your panties to the side to tease the tip of his cock around your puffy clit, you whine.

"Please," your hips twitch, and Yoongi's eyes sparkle as he taps your clit with the head of his cock again and again.

"What was that?" He hummed and notched his cock to your entrance, putting only a bit of pressure so you could feel what was to come. "Please, what? Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you." His thumb is tucked between your wet folds, finding your clit with ease, and short-circuiting your brain with the little swirls he gives it.

Your eyes roll back, and your hips move on their own, sinking yourself onto his cock with a broken whine. Taking what you want instead, as your hands rest on his chest, and your thighs tremble from the stretch of him. You move halfway down before moving back up, letting his cock split you open with each movement you make.

If you thought he felt good in your mouth, nothing compares to when he's bullying his way inside your pretty pussy. His thick shaft stretches your gummy walls apart, carving him a path deeper until your ass meets his thighs, and your mouth drops open stupidly.

When he moves his hand from your clit to push on your lower stomach, your cunt throbs, feeling his fat tip rub on a spot you didn't even know existed. Your eyes water, your toes curl, and Yoongi's grabbing a handful of your ass to swirl your hips around, keeping pressure on your stomach to truly make you see white. "Yeah, does that feel good? Do you feel me nice and deep inside?"

He's going to ruin you, you just know it, because your tongue feels too heavy to reply, so you lift your hips, leaving just the tip of his pretty cock inside before your sliding back down, picking up the pace so you can feel him hit the back of your cunt over and over again.

And Yoongi lets you. He gives you the control to set the pace, enjoying the way you bounce on his cock like he was your toy to use. He thinks you're so pretty looking fucked out, and whimpering like it too. And he tells you so, murmuring, "Yeah, show me how well you take my cock." "Got your pussy and mouth drooling, you needed this, didn't you?" "Yeah, take what you want, Baby. I'll take care of you."

It's not a surprise when not long after, your pussy squeezes his cock tighter, and your body tenses up as you have your first orgasm of the night. You fall forward, quivering in his lap, and he coos as he tilts your hips up, fucking up into you to make your orgasm drag out longer. He relishes in the way your face tucks into his neck, and how sloppy your pussy sounds as it gushes wet and hot on his cock.

He takes care in prolonging your high, praising you, as he moves you up and down his cock. He makes your brain shut off, building your second orgasm right after the first as the wet sounds of your pussy resonate louder in the apartment with each thrust his hips give. And you don't even realize you're meeting each of his movements until he teases you. "Such a needy thing, aren't you? Already fucking yourself back onto my cock - heh - you want to cum again, Baby? Let me see you make a mess."

His arms wrap around your back, keeping your chest against his as he bucks his hips forward, smacking the tip of his cock into the sweet spot that makes you see stars behind closed eyelids. He abuses it, and you're thrown into your second orgasm with a wail, crying his name as you clutch onto his shoulder and the couch as you cum hard.

Your cunt spasms, milking his cock, and he groans as he keeps you seated on his lap, his cock swelling at the tip as he cums moments after you. His cock twitches, filling your pussy with his warm cum, and your moan is broken as you feel it overstuff your pussy, forming a creamy ring around his base as you two try to catch your breath.

The reality of what you two have done begins to form as you start to think about it. You two are coworkers, and an office relationship wasn't unheard of, but wasn't really encouraged either. Did Yoongi even want a relationship? Or was this just tension relief after surviving a long week in the office?

Before you can properly spiral while sitting on his cock, he hums, caressing your back with mindless swirls from his fingertips. "I must have done something wrong," he muses, and that's when you feel his cock, it's still hard, and twitching against your velvety walls. "I can feel you thinking too hard when you should have been fucked stupid by now." He teases, and your pussy clenches wantonly, making him groan as he moves his hands back down to your ass. "Yeah, I think I need to fill your pussy up again. I don't need you thinking about anything other than how your pussy was made for me. And I'll prove it, all weekend if I need to."

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week 33/78 of missing hoshi

[woncheolisms]

NEED. (joshua hong x reader x yoon jeonghan) - PART TWO

summary: when you’re told by doctors that you need to get off your suppressants and go into heat, your beta husband thinks he has the perfect alpha in mind to help satisfy your needs.

word count: 6.5k

warnings: omega!reader, beta!joshua, alpha!jeonghan, established relationship (joshua x reader), angst, feelings of insecurity and self doubt, miscommunication, so much love between reader and joshua, cheating (?) if you want to interpret it that way, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, mentions of heats, ruts, knotting, scenting,voyeur jeonghan, polyamory.

PART ONE

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In the six years you have been with Joshua, you have never doubted him or your relationship.

It’s what you loved about the two of you the most. The trust that exists between you is the size and strength of mountains. It’s the reason why you two are so strong, because the foundation is solid. It’s always been you and him against the world. For any obstacle, any difficulty you have dealt with, Joshua has been your support through it, always.

Even in the darkest moments of your relationship, like insecurities or bad communication, when you or him need to process things and need space, there is always an undercurrent, an understanding that you two would eventually come together to resolve it. There has never been a place for doubt.

Until now.

This time is different, you can tell. He is withdrawn not from the world, or for his own mental benefit, he is pulling away from you. You realise it in the days after your heat, once you fully regain your senses. Physically, he is there. He still loves to cook for you and cuddle on the couch after work. You still paint together on the weekends, or play badminton in the backyard. He fixes the shower when it starts leaking while you keep him company from where you sit next to the sink. You put little, shiny pins in his hair and he indulges you while you coo at him.

Everything looks fine. Any other person would think you’re being paranoid or crazy. But you’re not. Something about him is different. Something has changed. And you don’t know what to do about it.

This is exactly why you didn’t want to go into heat. This was the very thing you dreaded most of all. You were losing your husband, bit by bit, in that painful way that chips at the cracks. There will be no big blow up. It will disintegrate like this, slowly but surely, until there’s nothing left to salvage.

You’re terrified.

You go back to work after many months of sickness. Ever since your heat, you feel much better. As much as you don’t want to admit it, spending it with an alpha really did help. Your fatigue and aches are gone. You haven’t gotten a fever in weeks. You're fit as a fiddle, and ready to rejoin the workforce again. You’re thankful for the distraction. It keeps your thoughts from spiraling, plagued by the dread of your slowly crumbling marriage.

When you get home from your first day back at work, Joshua has prepared a lavish meal for the two of you, all of your favorites laid out on the table. You stand in the doorway of the dining room, eyeing the spread as he grins at you with that silly pink apron you got him as a joke but he loves wearing, and before you know it, there's a layer of tears coating your eyes.

“Hey.” He walks closer to you, voice soft as he gathers you in his arms. He wipes under your eyes, concern bleeding into his face.

“What’s wrong? Did you have a bad first day?”

You shake your head. “No, it was great.”

“Then what is it?”

You look up at him, at how worried he seems. His expression is gentle, so calming, and just being close to him like this, his subtle flowery scent puts you at ease, even if your mind is well and truly drenched in fear.

“Shua,” your voice is shaky, “are we okay?”

His expression falters, drops just a little, before picking up again. You know him too well, maybe to your own detriment, because you catch it immediately. Even as he hugs you tight and plants a kiss on your mark, your brain lingers on that expression.

“Of course we’re okay, my love.”

Your face crumples. He’s lying to you. Your Shua, who would rather cut his hand off than deceive you in any way, is lying straight to your face.

You don’t know what to do.

You fret for days afterward, distressed and unable to let it go. Things aren’t okay, because if they were okay, Joshua would sense immediately that you are upset. And maybe he does, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He doesn’t sit you down and talk to you until you open up to him, like he would usually do. It’s like the last straw. You need to do something, or you will lose him forever.

You don’t know if the idea is born from desperation, or if you genuinely don’t have any other choice, but when you’re calling Jeonghan right after work one day, you feel like this is the only thing you can do. You watch people walk past you urgently on the sidewalk as you stand still near the edge, everyone around you eager to get back home. The line rings a few times before Jeonghan finally picks up, his voice clear over the commotion around you.

“Y/N?”

“Hey.” Your breath stutters a little. You haven’t really talked to Jeonghan since your heat ended. This feels a little awkward. “Are you still at work?”

“I’m just getting ready to leave. Is everything okay?”

You grit your teeth at the question. “I wanted to talk to you. I’m actually not far from your building. Do you- do you think you can come down?”

There’s some shuffling before Jeonghan speaks again. “Of course, angel. Tell me where you are, I’ll be there in five.”

Your heart skips a little at the nickname. He called you that extensively during your week long heat, and you’re reminded of it now. God, you need to pull yourself together before you see him. Jeonghan might be the only person who can help you.

You seat yourself outside a café and order a coffee just because. You shouldn’t really be having caffeine in the evening, but whatever. Joshua would reprimand you for shooting your nerves like this after sundown, and all the memory does is make your chest feel heavier. You wait for Jeonghan, mindlessly playing on your phone. When you spot him crossing the road, you feel a bit more at ease. He gives you a smile as he approaches, hands digging into his overcoat. It’s huge on him and nearly swallows him, the same loose fitting style he always manages to pull off. His hair pokes out from under a dark wool cap.

He sits opposite to you at the tiny table. Underneath it, his leg brushes against yours. You flush a little. Your last memory of Jeonghan is a very intimate one, and it’s a little bit of a struggle separating that from him right now. However, he seems unfazed.

“I didn’t know who else to call.” You admit, feeling a little hesitant. Jeonghan’s face is soft and open. He nods slowly, waiting for you to continue. And so you do.

It feels like word vomit. You can’t stop once you really start talking about it, all of it spilling out of you. You’re really not used to keeping your feelings bottled up. This was, again, because of Joshua. He has always been your confidant. You talked to him about any and everything. It hurts your heart that now you have to talk to someone else, but you feel like you don’t have a choice.

By the time you finish, you’re crying, tears running in thick tracks down your cheeks. Jeonghan doesn’t interrupt you even once, handing you a tissue so you can wipe your runny nose as you keep crying. He places a comforting hand over your wrist on the table, but doesn’t push further. By the end of it, you feel like you’ve unloaded tonnes of garbage on him, and it has left you pleasantly empty. Hollow.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is hoarse, all cried out. You sniffle again. “It really isn’t fair to you to hear all this. But I just don’t know what to do.”

Jeonghan shakes his head. “Don’t apologise. This is partly my doing.”

Your eyes widen. “Absolutely not. None of this is on you.”

You can see Jeonghan’s jaw tick as he clenches his teeth, but he doesn’t protest. So you just barrel on.

“I was hoping you would talk to him.” You finally say.

Jeonghan blinks, clearly caught off guard. “Me?”

You nod. “He listens to you. He trusts your advice. You don’t understand Hannie, he- he lied to me. My husband doesn’t lie to me. I don’t know what the hell is going on in his head, but this is bigger than anything I’ve ever dealt with before.”

Jeonghan seems to be pondering your request, his left cheek dented in a way that shows that he’s biting the inside of it. He watches you closely, as if he’s trying to pick you apart.

“Can I ask you something?”

You nod. “Of course.”

“How do you feel? After your heat?”

Your eyebrows furrow and you fidget a little. “Fine. Better than I have in months.”

He nods a little, still thinking. “Do you remember any of it?”

Now you feel your face burn hot. In all honesty, most of the exact events are blurry. You only remember the blinding pleasure, Jeonghan’s scent, some of your lucid intervals where Joshua fed you and bathed you. That's it. You tell Jeonghan that. He nods again.

“Okay. I’ll talk to him. Until then, you sit tight. You’re very distressed, and I’m sure that’s making him feel worse.”

You huff. “It’s hard not to be.”

Jeonghan squeezes your arm a little. “I know, angel. But you have to try. I could smell how upset you were across the street. He’s your mate, he will obviously have noticed.”

You’re a little surprised that Jeonghan could smell you so far off. Even the waiter who served you couldn’t tell, but Jeonghan could. Probably because you’ve spent a heat with him. That must be it. You nod and agree.

Jeonghan walks you to the train station and waits until you board the train before leaving himself. Just before you can get on, he gently grabs your wrist, pulling you close enough to lay a small kiss on your forehead, right between your eyebrows. You flush at the feeling, heart kicking painfully against your ribs. His scent hits you strongly this close, and your omega relaxes.

A twinge of guilt hits you at the feeling, at experiencing comfort by Jeonghan’s presence and not your husband. But you’ve been restless and anxious for weeks. You miss Joshua terribly in this moment. It seems to you that Jeonghan is temporarily trying to scrub that void. You give him a small smile before saying goodbye.

You ponder on your conversation the whole way home, and you hope against hope that somehow, Jeonghan can get through to Joshua. It seems like a long shot, but Jeonghan has been friends with Joshua for so long for a reason.

You have your fingers crossed.

………………………………….

Work is slow nowadays, which isn’t really good for Joshua. He needs a distraction badly, but it looks like he’s not getting it, which only makes him spiral even more. He has completed so much work in advance that he has completely run out of things to do, so he has to pretend to be busy, while also somehow trying to keep his mind occupied.

It is not working.

Today is as dull as yesterday was. Joshua is going through his calendar for the rest of the month, organizing it and adding trivial stuff he normally wouldn’t, just to waste some time. It’s nearly lunch time, but he hasn’t seen Jeonghan all day. He heard that some people from the team went out on site to do some work, so that’s probably why. Frankly, he’s relieved. It’s hard to avoid Jeonghan when they share a cubicle wall, so this gives him a bit more breathing room.

He can’t look at Jeonghan the same way anymore.

Unfortunately, the one thing he has been avoiding finally catches up to him, because Jeonghan finds him in the breakroom during lunch. Joshua stiffens when the alpha sits opposite to him, considering they haven’t properly spoken in weeks. He doesn’t speak, just looks down at his food. But Jeonghan needs no conversation starter to get straight to the point.

“You need to tell Y/N what happened.”

Joshua freezes, finally meeting his friend’s eyes. Jeonghan’s stare is hard, firm in a way it rarely is.

“I don’t have to. It’s fine.”

Jeonghan’s entire face shifts, and Joshua feels a little uncomfortable with how angry he looks. Jeonghan doesn’t get angry. It isn’t like him.

“If it’s fine, then why the hell is your omega calling me and crying her eyes out, scared that her marriage is falling apart?”

Shock seizes Joshua in a vice-like grip, eyes wide and unblinking. “What?”

Jeonghan sighs then, pinching the bridge of his nose. He leans forward, planting his elbows on the table, and looks at Joshua earnestly.

“Tell her, Shuji. She will understand. I promise you she will.”

Joshua can feel his face twist, wetness unexpectedly and quickly coating his eyes. He blinks rapidly to clear them. “I can’t.”

Jeonghan’s hold on his wrist is firm but gentle. He runs a soothing thumb over Joshua’s scent glands. Smaller than his, but there nonetheless. Joshua wants to pull away, still feeling the guilt of what happened during your heat, but he can’t bring himself to. He has been trying to deal with this on his own for a while now, and he misses you. He misses the comfort you bring him. Any semblance of it, even if it is from Jeonghan, means a lot.

Because he can’t tell you what happened. It would break you.

It was the third day of your heat, and it showed no signs of slowing anytime soon. Joshua had spent nearly an hour between your legs, licking and sucking until he felt like his own lips were tingling. He was heady off the taste of your slick, even sweeter than you usually are. You had cum so many times that he lost count. Every few seconds, he ground his hips into the mattress, trying to find any relief for himself, and when you started babbling about Jeonghan’s knot, he finally stepped to the side, laying beside you, devouring your lips in a heated kiss while Jeonghan filled you up the exact way you needed.

He was so hard, and you were moaning so sweetly, muffled into his mouth, your nails scratching his scalp. He couldn’t help himself, sliding a hand into his pants so he could stroke himself to the same rhythm that Jeonghan was thrusting into you. He watched you cum, and he watched your greedy little cunt swallow Jeonghan’s knot as he came right afterwards.

Joshua’s eyes met the alpha’s as he moaned and filled you up, and before he could react, Jeonghan was leaning down to brush his lips against Joshua’s ear.

“Come on, Shuji. Come all over yourself.”

And he did, the most intense orgasm he’s had in a while, hips jerking as he groaned, eyes locked with Jeonghan’s. The alpha bit his bottom lip, watching Joshua shudder and moan. The moment was so charged, so hot, that it felt almost natural, like it was meant to happen.

It hit him with a weight of a thousand trucks when he came to his senses.

Joshua was honestly shocked that you didn’t bring it up after your heat ended. You went along with your daily routine just as usual, like nothing had happened. It took him a while and a few casual conversations with you to realise that you genuinely didn’t remember, too caught up in your heat and the intensity of your emotions at the time. So that left him in a very difficult position.

Should he just forget all about it, considering it was a one-off, and move on? You probably won’t need to have another heat for years. You’re already considering getting back on suppressants. The chances of this happening again are slim to none. He could write it off as a mistake and close this chapter.

Except it isn’t that easy. Not when he still remembers all of it in sickening detail. The way Jeonghan’s eyes darkened when he watched him cum, his scent so potent as Joshua inhaled. And the fact that he has to see Jeonghan every day. Remember how good it felt to have Jeonghan guide him through his orgasm like that. It’s too much to take. Joshua feels dirty with it. He feels like he has cheated on you, even though Jeonghan is adamant that this isn’t what it is. But the fact that they even have to debate about this is proof enough in Joshua’s head that it is exactly that. Jeonghan thinks Joshua is being ridiculous, he has thought that since the day it happened.

“I fucked her in more ways than I can even count, but this is where you draw the line.” He deadpanned just before leaving the house after your heat. “You’re being too hard on yourself, Shuji. And this will get out of hand if you don’t do something about it.”

And Jeonghan had been right.

It did get out of hand, because you went to Jeonghan to talk about how upset all of this has made you. Joshua did this, he forced your hand by being withdrawn. Now here he is, thinking about an alpha in ways he shouldn’t, and there you are, leaning emotionally on said alpha outside your marriage. Jeonghan has become so intertwined in this whole mess, it’s hard to separate him from what is going on between you two. He can’t solve this without involving the alpha.

Joshua’s head hurts.

“Be there with me.” He finally says to the alpha. “When I tell her. Please be there.”

Jeonghan looks a little surprised, but nods anyway. “Are you sure that’s-”

“Yes.” Joshua interrupts him. “She’ll hate me for it, but at least you will be there to support her. You’re the only one who can.”

Jeonghan smiles a little at that, but there’s nothing happy about it. “I’m just as much at fault here as you.”

Joshua shakes his head. “No, this is on me. She only ever did this because of me.”

Jeonghan sighs and stands up to leave, but just before he turns, he says one more thing.

“The problem in your relationship Shuji, is that you are both too self sacrificial for your own good.”

The sentence sticks with Joshua for the rest of the day.

………………………………..

[jeonghan]: we’re on our way. he’s ready to talk

Ever since you got that text, you’ve been on edge. You’ve opened and closed the fridge so many times you’re pretty sure you’ve ruined the food inside. You keep pacing around the living room, fiddling with little things over and over, waiting for them to show up. You wonder why Jeonghan is coming too, but you’re glad for it nonetheless. If it’s something that urged Joshua to bring Jeonghan along, then you’re sure you will need him there. He calms you down the same way Joshua does. You try not to linger on the thought, because of how much shame and guilt it causes you. You have too much on your mind right now to deal with this.

When they finally show up, toeing their shoes off near the door and walking into the living room, you’re standing next to the couch, fiddling with your hands. Your mate’s eyes meet yours.

“Hey.” He says. He looks pale, eyelids heavy. Even when his lips tick up, it’s an expression riddled with emotional exhaustion. His shoulders are a little slumped, and your heart aches at the weight he carries. You give him the best, most comforting smile you can.

You both sit on the couch, facing each other. Jeonghan sits on the armchair opposite the two of you, trying to make himself scarce. Just before Joshua speaks, he turns his head to look at Jeonghan, who gives him a small nod. Your heart is pounding nearly painfully. You dig your nails into the palm of your hand.

Joshua’s confession is a mix of emotional rambling and what actually happened that night. His voice quivers when he goes into the details of it. Jeonghan sits rock still, staring at the floor, as if making sure his presence doesn’t affect you two in any way. You watch your husband’s face as he tells you what he did with Jeonghan. You listen to his words carefully. At any moment, he will tell you how this changed the way he sees you now. You still still as a rock, waiting for the dreaded finish, the big and horrific confession that will explain his behavior these last few weeks. Where is he going with this? When will he tell you?

But Joshua stops talking to take a deep breath, like he’s done, adding to it with an apology only.

“I’m so sorry.” His words are strained. “I feel so guilty. So, so guilty. I can’t begin to tell you-”

“Wait.” Your voice is a little hoarse. Joshua stops talking immediately, wide, remorseful eyes looking at you. “That’s- Is that it?”

There’s a small silence. Joshua’s eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“Shua….” You can’t help the laugh you bark out, half shocked at the incredulity of the situation, half relieved. “I thought- I thought it was me. I thought you didn’t want to be with me after that heat. I thought that was why-”

Your breath catches, face scrunching as a wave of tears hits you. Joshua looks horrified, furiously shaking his head as he shuffles closer to you. You let him hug you, crying into his shoulder as you hold him tightly to your body. Joshua kisses over your bite mark over and over, whispering a string of ‘no’s into your skin.

“I would never. I would never-”

You sob into his arms, feeling like you’ve just lost fifty pounds. Your head is nearly dizzy with relief, breathing in his calm scent, fisting his shirt so tightly that it wrinkles instantly under your hands. Joshua laughs wetly.

“I thought you would hate me for this. I thought-”

“You….” You shake your head. “You fucking idiot.”

Joshua pulls away just enough to look at you, smiling as he wipes your eyes before kissing you deeply, and you immediately kiss back hard, pouring all your love for him into it. He cups your head, tilts it until you feel like he’s devouring you. Your core stirs. You missed him so much that your body is immediately ready for him. You sigh and moan into him, tears already forgotten. It’s only him, him, him. You need him so bad.

There’s shuffling to your side, and you are acutely reminded of the fact that Jeonghan is still there, watching all of this. You break away from Joshua, turning your head to look at the alpha who has now stood up from where he sat previously. He gives you two a relieved smile.

“I think I’m gonna head out now.”

Your mind blanks. “No. S-stay.”

Both men look at you, shocked. You turn your head back to your husband, feeling a little nervous.

“Can he stay?”

Joshua watches you closely. At this proximity, you can see the way his eyes darken at the notion, his gaze drifting down to your lips as he licks over his own. You fight the urge to kiss him again.

“Okay.”

Jeonghan’s face morphs into one of amusement as he ticks an eyebrow up. You can see even from the distance that the cogs in his head are turning. You both want him here, in this moment with you.

Without saying anything more, he sinks into the armchair again, leaning back more and spreading his legs a bit. You feel Joshua’s lips on your neck as you watch the alpha. He only levels you with a heated stare.

“Go on, omega. Give me a show, then.”

Joshua moans into your neck, and you have to fight to keep your eyes from rolling up. You’re already sopping wet, you can tell, and the way Jeonghan’s eyes are dragging down your body isn’t helping. You turn to your husband and pull his head up to press a searing kiss into his lips, infinitely more charged than the previous one, your hands moving frantically to unbutton his shirt.

Clothes fly off, both of you desperate to feel all of each other. It’s been a while, and you missed him so, so much. His cock is hard and heavy in your hand as you stroke him. He moans into your mouth, pushing you back until you are laid out on the couch cushion, Joshua fitting himself snugly between your open legs.

“Baby,” he rasps and you whine at the sound. “Can’t wait. Need to be inside you.”

You nod frantically and buck up into him, feeling the delicious way his shaft drags through your slit. Joshua pumps himself a couple of times before lining up, sinking into you with one smooth motion. Your mouth drops open at the feeling as he carves his way through your unprepped walls. Joshua always gets you ready, making you cum on his mouth or fingers at least once before you take his cock. The only time he hadn’t was when he went on a three week long business trip. You feel the same desperation now, having gone for a while without intimacy, too impatient to think of anything except having his cock inside you immediately. It burns in the best way, just the slightest twinge of pain amplifying the waves of pleasure shooting through your body. When he settles all the way inside, he groans deeply, stilling.

Your eyes meet his, and you can’t help the way they mist over as you look up at him. Your everything, the love of your life. You cannot imagine ever being without him, you would cease to exist. Joshua smiles, and you feel like your heart is about to explode.

He leans down on his elbows so that he is closer to you, his forehead pressed into your sweaty one. He pulls back almost all the way, until only the head is snug inside you, before pushing all the way in again. You moan at the feeling.

“So tight, baby. Always so tight and ready for me.” He groans, his lips brushing yours as he starts fucking into you, nice and slow but firm, each thrust landing exactly where you want it to, his cock pressing insistently into your soft spot, making you see stars.

“For you, Shua.” You stutter out, already losing your head a little when he doesn’t let up on his thrusts, wave after wave of stimulation hitting your senses like an assault.

“Hm? Only for me? Bet you were just as tight when Jeonghan fucked you.”

You moan at the same time as you hear a low hum from the armchair. You don’t dare turn your head, don’t dare look at the man watching you get fucked. But you can smell him, even from here. His pheromones are dense and all encompassing, an alpha in the room letting you know of his presence. You can’t ignore him even if you want to, and especially not when your husband is adamant on bringing him up.

Joshua’s hand reaches up, cupping your jaw and tilting your head up so he can lick over your puckered lips. It’s slow and tantalizing, a contrast to how much faster and harder his thrusts have gotten. Already, you can feel a familiar knot tightening in your stomach, and you don’t even have to warn him, because Joshua can feel it, the way you clench desperately around him. He knows it all too well, this feeling, so he bites your bottom lip hard a d tugs it, mumbling into your mouth.

“Cum for me.”

And you do. You gasp and cry as your orgasm racks through your body with enough force to make all your limbs seize up. Joshua doesn’t slow for a second. He never does. Sex with him is not a race, it’s a marathon. This is just one orgasm of many, and with the way he’s looking down at you, like he wants to devour you whole, you know you are in for a long night.

And maybe a small part of Joshua wants to prove to the alpha who knotted you that he knows how to take care of his omega. He still has his pride, after all.

As you come down from your high, Joshua pulls out and wraps his arms around you, tugging you up and seating you firmly on his lap, straddling him. Your limbs are liquid, still recovering from your orgasm, but he doesn’t need you to do anything right now except be a good girl and take his cock. So he grips you tight around the waist, pulls you down on his nearly draped body, your back facing Jeonghan, and then he lines up and starts thrusting into you, harsh and fast. You cry out at the feeling, scrambling to hold on to something. Joshua cups the back of your head, holding you firmly in place.

“Don’t.” His voice is sharper. “Take it, baby. No squirming. Be a good girl.”

He knows what he’s doing. And he can see it over your shoulder, the way Jeonghan’s eyes are trained right where his cock disappears into your stretched out hole. The way his shaft glistens with your juices every time he pulls out, only to get coated again when he sinks into you. Then, as if sensing his stare, Jeonghan looks up, eyes meeting Joshua’s.

Joshua thrusts up again and then stills, buried deep inside you. You gasp as you catch your breath in big gulps, not protesting against the small reprieve. Jeonghan’s lip ticks up, and he finally speaks.

“Why’d you stop, Shuji? About to come?”

Joshua wants to squeeze his eyes shut tight, but he can’t bring himself to look away from Jeonghan, the dark pools of liquid almost sultry. When Jeonghan chuckles, it’s light and low. Joshua can feel you clench around him at the sound. Fuck, this is turning you on just as much as it’s turning him on.

“I don’t blame you.” Jeonghan keeps talking, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his legs, eyes drifting down your bare back. “Her cunt’s too good. Squeezes you just right.”

You mewl in Joshua’s arms, squirming a little. He curses and grinds into you, a little something to edge you two more. Joshua’s head spins. Even though Jeonghan hasn’t touched either of you, hasn’t even stepped close, hasn’t even touched his own cock, it still feels like he’s tugging the strings for both of you. His command is undeniable. Is this what it’s like, being with an alpha?

Joshua doesn’t think he can last long. At this point, he doesn’t even want to. He begins fucking you again in earnest, making you gasp and turn rigid in his hold again.

“Shua,” you weep, voice high and lovely with a need that makes both men groan. “Gonna cum again. Please.”

“Go ahead, baby. Soak my cock.” Joshua punches back, making sure to undulate his pelvis just right so that it brushes your clit with every thrust. It drives you wild, he knows this, and Joshua is adamant to put on the show that Jeonghan demanded. With a view like this, there’s no way the alpha will miss it.

Joshua tugs your head back just enough to press his lips into yours so he can mumble directly into your mouth.

“Come on, darling. Give Jeonghan something to look at.”

That does it for you. You squeeze hard around his cock and cum, and Joshua can immediately feel the difference, the slide of his cock easier as you gush around him. He can feel it drip down his balls, probably ruining the couch too, but he doesn’t care. Not when Jeonghan curses loudly and squeezes his erection through his pants, an action that makes Joshua finally topple over the edge as well, shuddering as he empties himself inside you. You’re trembling in his hold, still coming down from your high, panting. Joshua feels his cum leak around him, can probably imagine how it looks right now, mixing with your own juices, foamy and milky around his shaft. He’s almost envious that he can’t see this view. He lays a soft kiss on your bare shoulder.

Across the room, Jeonghan has a tiny smirk playing on his face, watching as your sweaty bodies come down from your highs. When his eyes meet Joshua’s, he winks.

Joshua has to hold back his smile.

…………………………………..

Jeonghan’s entry into your relationship is seamless.

You think it’s because of the dynamics at play here. He’s an alpha, a presence that was clearly missing between you two. While Joshua and you have known each other intimately for a very long time, Jeonghan is a natural at taking care of people. He picks up on not only your needs, but Joshua’s as well, bending to accommodate you two effortlessly.

Joshua thinks it has nothing to do with him being an alpha, and everything to do with the history between you three. Jeonghan has always been there, since before you and Joshua even knew each other. You tease him about it sometimes, saying he probably would have ended up with Jeonghan if you hadn’t been in the picture. It makes him laugh incredulously.

“I don’t think so.” He says, turning his head to look at Jeonghan, who is folding his clothes to put in the bottom most dresser drawer, the one you had emptied out for him. Jeonghan only winks, making you shriek with laughter and Joshua’s jaw drop. It makes his heart flutter a little, knowing Jeonghan was interested in him even back then.

He loves seeing you get to know Jeonghan even more.

Your status helps a lot, an alpha and an omega built to fit snugly into each other’s lives. While Joshua is good at calming you down, making you feel at ease, Jeonghan lights a spark in you, heated and passionate. He understands the nuance that comes with navigating a relationship that is already so well established, and he never pushes. Joshua can see how much you appreciate that, and it makes you more receptive to Jeonghan’s advances.

The first time Jeonghan kisses Joshua, you’re in the room.

You’re snuggled up on the couch between them, curled so tightly and warmly that you’re almost half asleep by the time they’re halfway into the movie. Joshua watches you, your body slumped over between them, wondering if he should just turn the movie off and head to bed. Jeonghan seems to read his mind.

“I can take her inside.”

When he turns his head to look at the alpha, he’s closer than Joshua anticipated. The light from the television dances across Jeonghan’s face, casting sharp shadows. Joshua feels his breath hitch.

It feels more natural than he ever could have thought. Up close, Jeonghan’s lips taste of something sweet. It’s soft and slow, and by the time he pulls away, he feels like he’s dizzy.

He can’t believe he’s lucky enough to have both of you.

Jeonghan all but moves in after that first night he watched you and Joshua on the couch. It’s almost like he was never away in the first place. There’s nearly no adjustment required. An extra pair of boots next to yours by the door, a blue toothbrush in the glass next to the sink, a bunny shaped mug in the cupboard above the coffee machine. Jeonghan is a light sleeper, and an early bird. He takes up making breakfast for all three of you before work, while you and Joshua take care of dinner because he’s usually so tired by the end of the day.

Joshua is grateful that he works with Jeonghan, but he knows it makes you feel a bit pouty that you’re left out the whole day. So they make it a point to focus all their attention on you when they get back from work in the evenings. Jeonghan scents you extensively, something that Joshua has never been able to do, and it puts him at ease knowing that you smell like Jeonghan. It feels even better when Jeonghan scents him too, because then you both smell like him, and Jeonghan loves that.

It’s a couple of months later, during a scenting session like this, that your heat gets triggered.

You never ended up using suppressants again, and that must be the reason why. This time around is even more charged than before, with both your alpha and your beta actively involved in taking care of you. Jeonghan is even more mean about it, dragging out every orgasm until you black out, which ultimately gives you a longer break afterwards. When Joshua complains that he’s being too hard on you, Jeonghan calls him a brat and fucks him into the mattress as well, and that’s when you realise your heat triggered his rut.

It’s nearly a week of endless bliss, and you feel like a changed person at the end of it.

You’re still in your nest, dozing in and out of sleep, your head resting on Joshua’s bare chest. In the distance, you can hear the shower running, and Jeonghan humming a little tune that you don’t recognise. Joshua does, apparently, because he starts quietly singing along. It makes you grin and look up at him.

His smile is lazy and sleepy. He looks blissed out in a way you have never seen him. Before Jeonghan, you never imagined that you and Joshua could get any happier, but apparently you could, if the giddy feeling inside you and the joy on your husband’s face is any indication.

Joshua brushes a slow finger over your mark. You shiver at the feeling. He gives you a contemplative smile.

“Do you think you want to take Jeonghan’s mark?”

You blink up at him, surprised but not really. “Only if you want me to.”

He laughs at that. “Sweetheart, we’re way past the need for you to ask me this stuff. You are as much his as you are mine.”

The sentence warms your chest. You lay a kiss on his shoulder. “I love you.”

He turns to capture your lips in his, starting soft and sweet, but quickly getting heated. You’re a little surprised when you feel his erection poke your thigh, convinced that both of you were thoroughly fucked out after the intensity of the last week. But you feel something stir in your core too, legs spreading as Joshua rolls over on you.

Fifteen minutes later, Jeonghan walks out of the shower to the sounds of pretty little whines and moans coming from the bedroom. He smirks and huffs, beelining straight to the source of the noise, knowing he will have to shower again, but not caring when the sight of his two lovers intertwined together greets him as he opens the door.

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NEED. (joshua hong x reader x yoon jeonghan) - PART ONE

summary: when you’re told by doctors that you need to get off your suppressants and go into heat, your beta husband thinks he has the perfect alpha in mind to help satisfy your needs.

word count: 9k

warnings: omega!reader, beta!joshua, alpha!jeonghan, established relationship (joshua x reader), angst, feelings of insecurity and self doubt, so much love between reader and joshua, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, mentions of heats, ruts, knotting, scenting, lowkey cuck joshua, polyamory in next part so read at your own risk.

PART TWO

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The car hums softly as it passes down the road. There’s almost no traffic so early in the morning, which is good, because it means you will get home early and not have to spend too long in the tense silence. You can feel Joshua’s glances burning holes in the side of your head, but you pointedly keep looking out of the passenger side window. There’s this feeling of anticipation in the air, like he has words on the tip of his tongue, but he isn’t saying them out loud. You know what’s coming, but you want to avoid this conversation at all costs.

Finally, Joshua speaks.

“You know we have to talk about this.”

You don’t look at him, eyes still trained on the window. “No, we don’t.”

He sighs softly, not resignation, just acknowledgment. He won’t let this go, you know he won’t. Despite being so tired from spending all night in the emergency room with you, you know Joshua’s mind is racing, trying to come up with a plan. But in your head, there is no need for a plan. You will not listen to the doctor’s advice here. This whole thing is ridiculous.

When you get home, Joshua helps you inside and up the stairs to your shared bedroom. He tucks you in, lays a soft kiss on your forehead, and asks what you want for breakfast.

“‘M not hungry.” You mumble.

“I can’t give you your meds on an empty stomach, darling. You have to eat. Maybe something very light?”

You sigh. “Okay.”

You will do what he says because Joshua has always taken care of you. After six years together, there’s absolutely nothing about you that he doesn’t know. He is completely in-tune with your needs, and he has always pampered and spoiled you with anything you could ever ask for. You are so head over heels in love with him. He is everything you ever wanted.

Half an hour later, Joshua is gently nudging you awake. You had dozed off after being awake most of the night. He helps you sit up and you wince as your lower stomach tightens with a familiar cramp. Joshua pauses, watching your face. You try to wipe it clean, let him know you’re okay, but you can’t fool him. He knows you too well.

He sighs deeply and sets up the tray in front of you. You don’t even protest when he starts feeding you himself, not even letting you touch the plate. You chew slowly.

The silence is tense again. You know what’s coming. You know what he will say. Frankly, just the thought of it is irritating you all over again.

“I was thinking about it,” he begins. You grit your teeth and chew slower. When you don’t reply, he barrels on.

“I have some ideas about who could help you with it.”

You blink, shocked. When he holds up the next bite, you tilt your head away, bewildered eyes still trained on your husband.

“You can’t be serious.”

Joshua sighs. “Darling, you need this.”

“No, I don’t.” You punch out. “The doctor made a suggestion. It isn’t necessary.”

“It’s the only solution. Either this, or you take meds for the rest of your life.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Well, I’m not.”

You pause at the sudden sharpness of his voice. Joshua is always soft, always so loving and considerate. He hardly ever gets angry, especially not with you. The only time you can remember him expressing any negative emotions is when you periodically get sick. It has been happening more and more frequently in these last few months, considering that you’ve been getting sick so much more. Last night was the final straw when he woke up at 2am to you throwing up in the bathroom, face red and blotchy, with a fever so high that it nearly burned his hand when he checked your forehead. He didn’t hesitate for a second before picking you up and putting you in the car, driving you straight to the hospital.

It took hours to get checked out and receive meds, finally making your fever go down. Joshua told the doctor all about your recurrent sickness, once nearly every two weeks, intense cramps and fever that would leave you bed ridden for most of the day. It worried him greatly, and when the doctor asked you one particular question, you knew exactly what the reason for your illness was.

“How long have you been on suppressants?”

You had shrugged from where you lay on the bed. “Around seven years.”

The doctor had sighed and nodded resolutely. “That’s the issue. You haven’t had a heat in too long. You’re getting cramps and fevers because your body is asking for a knot.”

Frankly, you felt a little offended and angry at the time. You know you have bad experiences about this particular subject. When you first got together with Joshua, this was the biggest concern for all your friends and family. Would you be okay with spending the rest of your life with a beta? Someone who can’t provide you what your body biologically needs? You had fought everyone in your life to be with him, telling them to mind their own business and that you don’t need unsolicited advice.

You love Joshua. You don’t love him despite him being a beta. You love him because of it. He is level headed and calm. He has never struggled with instinct or extreme emotions. For someone like you, who is so sensitive and can sometimes be a paranoid overthinker, Joshua is the perfect pillar and support. He keeps you grounded.

Also, any talk of this so-called biological need is frankly ridiculous to you. Joshua is incredible in bed. He is a giver through and through. He has never left you wanting. Both of you are so compatible. Getting on long-term suppressants was a complete no-brainer for you. You don’t need to go through the whole painful ordeal of heats anymore. You’ve been so deliriously happy for six years with him. You love him more than anything in the whole world.

Curse that doctor for suggesting what he did. Curse him. Because even someone as confident and self assured as Joshua can be doubtful. He has only ever had one insecurity in his life, and that was this. His inability to give you a knot.

Now here he sits in front of you, face hard set and lips pulled tightly into a thin line. He’s upset, you can tell, and that makes you upset. You take a shaky breath before speaking again.

“I don’t need anyone else.” You say. “I only need you.”

Joshua sighs and lowers the hand holding the spoon. He fiddles with the bowl, swirling the spoon around in it, lost deep in thought.

“Your body clearly needs a knot.” He says. “I can’t stand to see you sick so often. I can’t. It’s too painful.”

When he looks at you again, his eyes are pleading. “Just let me look into our options. We don’t have to decide anything yet. Just think about it. For me.”

Your eyes dart between his. You want to protest, you really do. The thought of being with anyone that isn’t him, especially while you’re in heat, is too much for you. But you can see that this is tearing him up on the inside. His one fear, his one insecurity, is being flaunted in his face like this. You can’t imagine how he must be feeling. You grit your teeth and nod, body slumping in resignation. If doing this means that he can at least be put at ease, then so be it.

“Okay.”

…………………………………..

Joshua Hong considers himself a confident man.

He has always been like this, even from a very young age. In any friend group he’s been in, he is supportive and nonjudgmental. He is the first person people come to for advice. He isn’t hesitant in anything he does. Head first, can’t lose. Even his mother was surprised when he presented as a beta and not an alpha, but Joshua always thought it made perfect sense. He isn’t overly emotional, he doesn’t struggle with handing over control. He knows when a situation requires him to step up and when to step down. He despises any of that territorial bullshit a lot of alphas engage in.

When he first met you, he knew he wanted to be with you forever.

You met through mutual friends, so Joshua knew of you for a long time before he ever actually saw you. But when he did, he was enamored immediately. There was something so soft and welcoming about you. You calmed him down, even though his entire life, he was the one doing that for other people. To him, you were something precious. He knew after that first meeting that he wanted to be around you. He just wondered if you wanted to be around him too.

When you first started dating, Joshua was hesitant. He knew what the stigma was. He was hyper aware of the fact that he was a beta, and you were a very, very desirable, unmated omega. During those early weeks of dating, he could see the way you would turn heads when you went out. Alphas wanted you, he knew. He wasn’t stupid. He could see it a mile off, could smell the desperation rolling off of them. But then he would turn his head to you, only to find you already looking at him, bright eyes and the tiniest smile.

When dating turned into a relationship, and when infatuation turned into love, Joshua saw in real time how he became the love of your life, just as you became his.

You didn’t give a fuck what anyone had to say about it, feisty as you are. He remembers when you fought with your mother about it, telling her to back off, telling her that he is all you ever wanted, all you would ever want. It was your rigid faith in the two of you, in him, that made Joshua feel so at ease. You never hid it, it was always written all over your face. You loved him with every part of you, just as he loved you.

He will never doubt that. He still doesn’t, to this day.

His eyes are trained on the screen, the cursor blinking on the word document open in front of him. He tuned out a while ago, and work is really the last thing on his mind right now. There’s too much happening at home, and these days, he feels like all he can think about is your illness and how he’s going to fix it.

If he even can. It’s obvious you aren’t totally on board with this. You’re doing it for him. And that makes him love you even more.

“You know, you could at least pretend to work.”

Joshua blinks and looks up. Jeonghan’s head is poking over the top of the cubicle wall, chin resting on his arms. There’s amusement lingering in his eyes. Joshua huffs.

“I am pretending.”

Jeonghan snorts. “Well, you’re not fooling anyone. Come on, let’s get some coffee.”

The break room is all the way on the other side of the building, and getting coffee is really an excuse to take a break, dawdling and lingering, taking as long as they both can to grab a simple coffee. Any excuse to not work. It’s an age-old tradition, one that Joshua had made with Jeonghan since they both started here fresh out of college. That was many, many years ago, even before he ever met you.

Jeonghan is, as always, not dressed appropriately for work, wearing baggy jeans and a T-shirt like he always does. It’s crazy that he’s allowed to get away with it, but Joshua knows that if anyone can pull this kind of stunt off, it’s Jeonghan. He is an extremely convincing person, and he’s very smart about it too. A coworker of theirs, who was never a fan of Jeonghan, always calls him ‘manipulative’. It should be offensive, but Jeonghan laughs it off every time. And that’s because he is secure enough in himself to know that there is a little truth to that accusation.

Joshua is a bit of a stickler for rules, but he never holds them against Jeonghan. Frankly, Jeonghan has been Joshua’s biggest support besides you ever since he graduated. He knows that despite how people perceive Jeonghan, there is no one in Joshua’s life who is as open, as understanding and as kind as him. At first glance, Jeonghan doesn’t really look like an alpha, and he has been confused as a beta countless times. But within minutes of knowing him, Joshua could tell why Jeonghan’s secondary gender was alpha. He isn’t an overwhelming, territorial presence. He isn’t loud and mean about it. There’s a chilling calm in Jeonghan that doesn’t have to be all-encompassing. Jeonghan has the kind of presence that puts the fear of god in people without raising his tone even one decibel. And Joshua likes that. Jeonghan keeps everyone on their toes.

But this also means that Jeonghan is perceptive as hell. When they are finally standing in front of the coffee machine in the empty break room, Jeonghan asks him the dreaded question.

“Everything okay at home?”

Joshua sighs. “Yeah, kind of.”

Jeonghan doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t push. As always, he lets Joshua open up on his own terms. So he chooses his words carefully before he speaks.

“You know how Y/N hasn’t been feeling well for a while now?”

Jeonghan nods. “Yeah, the fevers. Did she get sick again?”

Joshua nods. “Took her to the hospital. Found out why she can’t seem to get better.”

Joshua explains the whole situation to his friend, and Jeonghan listens attentively. He nods and hums, doesn’t interrupt, and when Joshua finally finishes, he lets the confession marinate in the air for a bit before responding.

“It seems like she really doesn’t want this.”

Joshua snorts, leaning his hip against the counter. “Her brain doesn’t. Her body clearly does.”

Jeonghan takes a sip, expression thoughtful. “Have you thought about presenting it to her that way? That this is essentially like a medical treatment. The reason she’s so opposed right now is because she’s thinking about this emotionally. Maybe if you make it as clinical as possible, she won’t be so hesitant about it.”

Joshua purses his lips, thinking. “I suppose so.”

Jeonghan nods. “I think that’s the angle you should take here.”

As they walk back to their desks, Joshua bites the inside of his lip, thinking. An idea is forming in his head, the very first inkling of it. He glances sideways at Jeonghan. What if…..

He shakes his head. He can’t possibly be entertaining this.

But the thought doesn’t leave him. Not for the rest of the day, not when he clocks out, and not when he’s finally home, toeing his shoes off next to the door before trudging inside, placing his bag on the couch. He can hear something sizzling in the kitchen, along with the aroma of dinner cooking. He sighs when he walks in and sees you bent over a large pot, stirring something as you peer inside.

“Sweetie, why aren’t you in bed?” He mumbles, running a tender hand down your waist and dropping a kiss on your shoulder.

“I’m making soup. It’s cold outside. This will warm us up.” You sound cheerful, and Joshua feels a bit at ease knowing you’re feeling better. He helps you finish the soup quickly, plating it and walking the tray to the living room. He grabs a blanket from your room and drapes it over both of you, turning on the television so you can have some background noise.

You ask him about his day, and he indulges you with some minor details. He wonders if he should bring up his idea right now, but decides against it. He needs to think on this more, make sure that he is completely okay with it inside and out before he even suggests it to you or Jeonghan. He knows that once he puts this out there, he can’t take it back, so he needs to make sure there isn’t a single doubt in his mind first.

Dinner is calm and intimate, half your legs draped over his as you munch on fresh baked sourdough bread dipped in creamy, carrot soup. It’s delicious, and it does warm Joshua up very quickly. You were right, this is exactly what he needed. Cozy on the couch after dinner, he laves you with kisses, all over your face and neck, licking over the mark that he put on you years and years ago. You shiver under his touch and moan quietly. Joshua can feel his cock stir, and he pulls you into his lap immediately. No more thinking for tonight, he wants to turn his brain off and savor you.

He takes it slow, laying you under him to pump his cock in and out of you. With every thrust, he angles his hips just right, knowing exactly where to hit that will have your toes curling and your pussy clenching deliciously around him. He whispers quiet encouragement in your ear, and when your orgasms hit, they crest over softly and sweetly, whispered ‘I love you’s coaxing you both through them. Joshua wraps his arms tight around your waist, kissing you over and over until his lips are numb and tingly with it. You have a smile on your face, easy and lazy, eyes half lidded. He carries you back to the bed, cleans you up and tucks you into his side, feeling you go pliant against him as you drift to sleep. His body buzzes pleasantly, but his eyes are wide open. He stares at the ceiling, and his mind goes back to the thought that has plagued him since this morning as he runs a gentle hand up and down your bare back. The more he thinks about it, the more he is convinced.

Jeonghan would be the perfect alpha for you.

He has always been different, marching on the beat of his own drum. While Jeonghan is completely, undoubtedly an alpha, he is not overcome with the intense need to prove himself like most alphas are. He is confident in where he stands, self-assured and satisfied with his status. Joshua knows that an alpha in a sexual setting might freak you out, but someone as unassuming as Jeonghan might work out well for your heat.

You’ve also known Jeonghan for a very long time, almost as long as you have known Joshua. He is an alpha that you completely trust. In fact, Joshua is sure that besides him, Jeonghan might be the only man you are comfortable around. You both hit it off instantly when you met because of how similar your sense of humor is. You always send home cooked meals to Jeonghan when he is in rut. And you are always the first to befriend any omega he courts. You are familiar with him, which would make the emotional turmoil inside you a bit easier to deal with when you’re in heat and not in control of your senses.

By all logic, this is the best solution.

Joshua looks down at your sleeping form, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You don’t stir, still limp half on top of him. Joshua wants to relax, he wants to sleep, but he can’t. It just won’t come. He’s too amped up, too caught up in the web of suggestions racing around in his head. He reaches for his phone with his free hand, making sure to turn the brightness down to the minimum so you aren’t disturbed. He does his best to type with one hand.

[joshua]: awake?

The reply comes within two minutes.

[jeonghan]: yeah. everything ok?

Joshua contemplates. Why did he message Jeonghan? This is not the kind of conversation he can have over the phone. And he absolutely can’t tell Jeonghan about this before he has brought it up with you. He doesn’t know why he immediately texted Jeonghan. So he just sends back a quick ‘yeah, sorry’ and shuts his phone off again, ignoring Jeonghan’s reply to it.

He needs to sort out his head. And then he needs to sort out everything with you.

………………………………..

Being with someone for as long as you’ve been with Joshua means that you become smart enough to know when to push something and when to pull back on it so it can take its natural course. In this scenario, you know you have to stand back and let him come to you instead.

You notice, because of course you do, how withdrawn he has become. He came back from the office distracted one day, and he hasn’t really bounced back since then. When he’s at home with you, you have his full attention, but you can tell that when you’re hanging around his periphery that his eyes gloss over, face pinched in deep thought. He’s mulling something over in his head, you can tell. But you know Joshua, and you trust him. He will come to you with it eventually, once he has sorted it out in his own head.

That day comes around a week after you first notice his change in behavior. You’ve been feeling a bit under the weather again, and you think that might be the deciding factor for Joshua, because when you’re leaning against the headboard of the bed that evening, him sitting with your feet in his lap, rubbing over the soles in a way that has you sighing and relaxing into the pillows, he finally brings it up.

“I know I’ve been acting a little weird. I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, baby.” Your voice is soft, but your heart is racing a little. You already have an inkling of what this will be about.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. And I think I’ve found someone who can help you if you get off your suppressants and go into heat.”

You stay silent but nod, encouraging him to keep going. You can see his chest rise and fall as he takes a deep breath, his eyes on your feet which he’s still working with his hands, before speaking.

“Jeonghan.”

You blink once, twice, staring at your husband. “Jeonghan?”

“Yes.”

“From work?”

Joshua’s lips twitch with amusement. “Do you know any other Jeonghan?”

You sit up a bit more, making his movements pause. His face turns serious again, watching you carefully. You take your time, thinking it through, trying to see it from his point of view. You certainly didn’t expect this. You did know he was probably looking into different alphas, but you assumed he would pick one that you didn’t know that well, connected through friends of friends that you would probably never see again.

But Jeonghan….

Jeonghan is probably your only alpha friend. You know lots of omegas and betas, but Jeonghan is the only alpha you’ve ever truly felt comfortable around. Is that the angle Joshua is going with over here? He’s a close friend so your omega will be comfortable with him?

He is still watching you closely, and he continues rubbing your feet as you think. You ask your first question.

“Will you be okay with it?”

He smiles. “I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t okay with it, darling.”

You sigh. “I know. But…… it’s Jeonghan. Your best friend and coworker Jeonghan.”

Joshua shakes his head. “Don’t worry about me. Jeonghan is the best person for something like this. He’s the only alpha you’re okay with being around. I don’t want it to be some stranger. What if it distresses your omega in the middle of your heat? That would be disastrous.”

He’s right. This will be your first heat in almost seven years. God, you can’t even remember your last heat. And Joshua has never experienced you in heat either. This will be new to both of you. Scratch that, all three of you.

“Does Jeonghan know about this?”

Joshua vehemently shakes his head. “Absolutely not. I will only talk to him if you give me the go-ahead.”

You can’t help but laugh a little. “This feels like a business deal.”

Joshua smiles and gently puts your foot down on the bed. Then, he opens his arms.

“Come here.”

You happily climb into his lap, relaxing into his warmth. He’s always so, so warm, like your own personal furnace in the winters. You love it.

“We will only do this if you’re okay with it. I will drop the whole idea if you say so.”

You shake your head and sigh. “No, you’re right. Jeonghan might be the only good choice here.”

You let him rub your back up and down, making you feel sleepy again. You still don’t know how you feel about this, but there will be a lot of time to warm up to the idea eventually. Joshua still has to talk to Jeonghan about it, and you have to go to the clinic and safely get off the suppressants. So there’s time enough for your omega to accept and adjust to the situation.

Right now, you don’t want to think about any of it. So you snuggle into your husband, calmed down by his grounded scent, letting all these thoughts leave your head in favor of the man in front of you.

…………………………

You don’t expect Joshua to bring Jeonghan home with him the next day after work, but he does.

You blink owlishly at both of them. You wanted to bake today, so the kitchen is a mess and so are you. Your apron is caked in flour and cocoa powder, and the counters are dirty with it too. The cupcakes are finally in the oven, but you hadn’t begun cleaning up when both of them show up, leaving you gobsmacked.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Joshua looks genuinely apologetic, walking closer to lay a kiss on your forehead. “I texted and called but you weren’t answering.”

You shake your head and smile. “It’s okay. Sorry, I didn’t check my phone.”

You hold up your dirty hands as the reason why. Jeonghan smiles.

“I hope this is okay.”

“Of course it is! Don’t be ridiculous.” You wave a hand in dismissal before walking to the sink to wash off the flour and batter.

“We’ll help clean up.” Jeonghan offers. Before you can protest, both men spring into action, so you just let them. Frankly, you’re tired again, as you so often are these days. You barely have energy to do anything. So when you felt better this morning, you wanted to bake for Joshua. You know he enjoys sweet treats. He’s the one usually making them for you, so you wanted to do it for him this time. But it seems your body doesn’t agree with you as much as you want it too.

You’re hit with another wave of dizziness, gripping the sink tightly so you don’t fall. You watch the water flow from the tap, taking deep breaths.

“Hey,” Jeonghan’s voice is a little unfamiliar when it hits your ear, making you jump. “Maybe you should sit down.”

You nod dumbly. You want to move, but you need this wave of dizziness to taper first. Or else you will fall.

You hear both of them in the background before Jeonghan speaks. “It’s okay. I’ve got this.”

Someone turns the sink tap off. You feel two hands on your elbows, turning you around and slowly coaxing you out of the kitchen and into the living room. You can smell Jeonghan, scent much stronger than Joshua’s, and characteristically alpha. But it’s a scent you recognise, peaches and cedarwood. You sit down on the couch, vision still swimming. When it clears a little, you see Jeonghan kneeling before you, smiling a little.

“It’s really bad, isn’t it?” He whispers. You can hear clattering in the kitchen. Joshua is busy. So you nod.

“I feel terrible all the time.” You keep your voice low. “I don’t want to worry Shua, but I just feel so awful. I’m so tired of being sick.”

Jeonghan nods, understanding. You hesitate.

“Did he tell you?”

He nods again. You sigh.

“You can say no. Please, this isn’t an obligation just because we’re your friends. I know it’s a lot to ask-”

“Why would I say no?”

You stop talking immediately, staring at him. He smiles, that thin, wide smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“If I have the chance to make you feel better, a little less sick, then I will absolutely take it. I care about you, angel. And I’m honored that Shua trusts me with something like this. Anything you need from me, I’m here.”

You can feel your cheeks burn a little at his words. You shakily nod, staring down at your hands. You feel a little shy under his sharp gaze. You don’t notice how he meets Joshua’s eyes over your shoulder, nor the comforting smile that the two exchange with each other.

Dinner is calm and almost intimate. Jeonghan has been over many times before, and you always set your dining table for him. But this time, he joins you two on the couch, sitting on the other side of you with a respectable distance between you two. It’s clear that an invisible line has been crossed with him, but surprisingly, you’re not as uncomfortable with this notion as you thought you would be. It feels like any other day when the three of you hang out. You are once again impressed by Joshua’s thinking process on this. He anticipated your comfort, banked on it, and he was right. You trust Jeonghan immensely, way more than you would any strange, unknown alpha. The more you get used to the idea of spending your heat with him, the more you are satisfied with the decision.

It puts Joshua at ease, you can tell.

A few days later, you finally, officially are off suppressants. The doctor warns you that your heat can hit any day, which sends Joshua into a sort of panic and urgency that you’ve never really seen from him before. He confesses that he’s never dealt with an omega in heat before, but you calm him down, telling him it doesn’t matter. He knows you, he knows how to take care of you, and that’s all that matters.

You make your nest carefully, filled with Joshua’s recently worn clothes. He’s a beta, so the scent isn’t as strong as it would be if it was a nest made with alpha clothing. That makes him fret a little, unsatisfied.

“It needs to be perfect.” He mumbles as he fiddles with the stuff piled on your shared bed. You’re lying in the middle, feeling a little fatigued.

“Shua, it’s fine. I love your scent.”

“You do now. But when your heat hits, it won’t be enough.”

“We will cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“No.” He scowls, reaching for his phone. “I’ll ask Jeonghan to bring some of his clothes over.”

This is the first time he’s mentioned Jeonghan since you got off the suppressants. Both of you discussed the way you would go about it extensively beforehand, but it kind of faded to the back of your mind when your cramps intensified and you started going into preheat. You were so preoccupied with getting yourself ready that you momentarily forgot about the alpha who would actually be helping you through the whole thing.

The mention of Jeonghan right now makes you stiffen a little. Joshua notices immediately, climbing into the nest to comfort you.

“Is that okay?”

You hesitate. “I don’t know.”

You honestly don’t. You haven’t been in heat for so long that you’ve completely forgotten what helped you with it and what didn’t. Your husband nods.

“Okay. I’ll ask him to bring them over and you can see if you want them. We won’t keep them if you don’t want to.”

You nod, and he is on the phone within the next minute. You don’t move when the bell rings, leaving Joshua to scramble out of the nest and to the front door. Jeonghan is standing on the other side with a large, duffel bag.

“Everything I’ve worn in the last week.” He holds it up. “I’ve been holding off on laundry.”

Joshua nods, a little surprised at the consideration. “Thanks.”

He takes the bag. Jeonghan shifts a little.

“She’s in pre-heat.”

It’s less of a question and more of a statement, but Joshua nods anyway. “Yeah. How did you know?”

Jeonghan lets out a laugh. “I can smell her, Shuji.”

“Oh.” Joshua blinks. Right. Alpha noses. Infinitely better at sniffing omegas out. He’s not sure how he feels about Jeonghan smelling you like this, but he also knows that Jeonghan is going to do way more than that during your heat, so this is practically nothing.

“I’ll go now.” Jeonghan finally says. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Jeonghan is turning around to leave before Joshua can reply, and he wonders if it’s because of your scent that he is pushing to get away from here. He’s a beta, so can’t tell. But he knows it’s difficult for alphas to hold themselves back when omegas go into heat.

He trudges back into the room where you lay, mind still lingering on the stiff interaction he just had with his friend. But you blink up at him when he is in close proximity, planting himself beside you and placing the bag on the bed.

You sit up slowly, eyeing the bag with a little distrust. Joshua opens it for you, and the scent hits you immediately. First peaches, sharp, and then tamped down by the earthy tone of cedarwood. You reach in and pull out a sweatshirt. Your nose twitches. You bury it in the soft cloth.

He smells so good.

You don’t know if it’s because of your preheat, if it’s because your nose is overly sensitive right now, but you can feel your muscles loosen as the scent fills your senses. A whine escapes your throat involuntarily, and Joshua stiffens at the sound. You don’t register it, enveloped by the scent of alpha. You reach in for more clothes, pulling them out one by one and adjusting them in your nest. Joshua’s soft, flowery scent mixes with Jeonghan’s foresty one, an amalgam of notes that makes you heady. You sigh and lay back down again, reaching up to tug your husband down.

“Shua, scent me.”

He can’t, technically. He has no powerful scent to give. But his mark is still on your neck, and when he licks over it, you relax into his arms. Joshua sighs at the feeling. He needs to calm down. You’re still his. This is just your biology demanding Jeonghan, that’s it. You love him with every part of you. Despite the fact that you need an alpha right now, you’re snuggling into him, fingers running through his hair to scratch deliciously at his scalp. Nothing else matters here, just the two of you. He needs to get his head on straight before your heat begins.

It takes all of two days before you’re restless again.

Jeonghan’s clothes aren’t helping. You’re not in full heat, the cramps haven’t started, but you’re irritable. You cry at the littlest thing, and when that makes you feel guilty, it makes you cry even more. Joshua tries his best to calm you down, but it doesn’t seem to work. Nothing is working, and Joshua thinks it’s time to stop holding off on the inevitable.

Jeonghan is there within half an hour.

He has a bag slung over his shoulder, more clothes inside in case you need them for your nest, as well as fresh clothes he can change into over the next few days. There’s no way he will be able to leave when you’re in the thick of it. Your omega won’t let him.

He smiles at Joshua when he opens the door, eyeing him closely before whistling a little.

“She’s putting you through it, isn’t she?”

It’s a teasing little remark, and it makes Joshua laugh a little. “Understatement.”

Jeonghan pats him on the shoulder as he walks past, trudging into the house. “Don’t worry about it. You need to rest for a little. I’ll take over.”

Joshua hesitates. He knows Jeonghan is experienced, he’s heard about it. So he just nods and leads Jeonghan into your shared bedroom, a place he’s never been to before.

You’re lying curled up in the nest, wearing one of Jeonghan’s hoodies. Joshua can see that Jeonghan seems to like that, the corner of his lips twitching. Probably his alpha reacting to seeing an omega in preheat like this. Jeonghan drops his bag next to the wall by the door and walks closer to the bed. He hesitates at the edge of the nest, turning to look at Joshua.

“May I?”

Joshua appreciates the consideration. He nods. “Of course.”

Jeonghan seats himself beside you, reaching a soft hand up to brush your hair from your face. You shift a little, bleary eyes opening to see him sitting right in front you, inside your nest. You’re hit with his scent, an alpha so close, and you can’t see your pupils dilate, but Jeonghan can. He smiles.

“Hi, omega.”

You whine, a sound from deep inside your chest that has Joshua stiffening. There’s something so primal and needy about it. You struggle to push yourself up into a sitting position. Jeonghan helps you, and as soon as you’re vertical, you’re climbing into his lap.

Jeonghan shushes you as you cry, tears running down your cheeks. It’s instinct for him to nuzzle into your neck, the side opposite to where your mark is, running his tongue over your sweat glands. You moan, hands fisting over the cloth covering his shoulders.

Joshua blinks and snaps out of it, turning around. It’s best to give you some time alone. He can cook something. He had a stew in mind for when your heat starts, something easy to get down without being nauseous, and also very nourishing.

“Shua,” you whine, and the sound immediately makes him freeze. He turns around, and you’re still in Jeonghan’s lap, but your face is turned to him. It makes Jeonghan stop his ministrations, pulling away from you a little bit.

“Where are you going?” You pout. Joshua wants to coo. You look so cute, face flushed and eyes opened so wide.

“I’m just going to make you something to eat.”

He watches in horror as your face crumples, eyes going wet again.

“Don’t-” You inhale sharply. “Don’t leave me.”

Joshua is scrambling back before he even processes your words properly. He climbs into the nest, planting himself down next to Jeonghan so he is eye level with you.

“Never, my darling.” He whispers. “I will never leave you.”

You sniffle as he wipes your tears, and you become acutely aware that you’re still in Jeonghan’s lap. You blink a little, trying to clear the haze in your mind. Both men are watching you. It makes your face burn with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is watery and thin. “I just- I don’t know what I want. I want you both here. I’m sorry. It’s so selfish-”

Joshua is quick to shush you again, wiping your cheeks as more tears escape. Jeonghan’s hands are on your waist, slowly running up and down to comfort you.

“If you want me here, I’ll be here.” Joshua says. Your face just crumples even more.

“It’s not fair to you.” You weep. “To make you watch me like that.”

He’s already shaking his head though, kissing over your wet cheeks. “I want you to have everything you need. You need me here, so I will be here. End of discussion. Okay?”

You nod almost on instinct, driven by how assertive he’s being. He lays one more kiss on your lips before pulling away, placing a warm hand on your back.

You turn to Jeonghan again, only to find his eyes already on you. It makes you flush a little. Truthfully, you’re still embarrassed at your little meltdown. But Jeonghan’s face is soft, relaxed.

“Tell me what you want, omega.”

You’re breath stutters at being referred to by title. You bite your lip.

“Your scent.”

Jeonghan hums and leans down again, licking another thick stripe up your neck like he did before. You tilt your head back, eyes rolling up at the feeling. It feels so good, deliriously good, to be scented like this. You moan again, hips jerking a little. Jeonghan’s grip on your waist tightens.

He spends a good amount of time scenting you. You dig your nails into his back when he nips lightly at the skin, and he hums into your neck, exhaling right over your glands, making your scents mix. You can feel yourself getting wet, and you’re sure that Jeonghan can smell it. Hell, even Joshua can probably smell it with how potent it is. You’re on the cusp of your heat, and it’s making your head spin.

“Alpha,” you gasp, clenching desperately around nothing.

“Hm?” Jeonghan digs his teeth a little into your skin, not enough to break it, but enough to make Joshua clench his jaw a little as he watches over your back. Jeonghan meets the beta’s eyes, testing the waters. You’re still squirming in his lap.

“What do you want, omega?” He whispers in your ear, loud enough for your husband to hear. “Do you want to cum?”

“Yes.” You sob, body seizing up at the mere thought of it.

Jeonghan brushes hair lips over the shell of your ear one last time before pulling away, lifting you from his lap and shuffling you back until your shoulder blades meet Joshua’s chest. He instinctively grips you, giving into his own feelings and leaning down to brush your hair off your neck so he can plant his lips over the claiming bite on your neck. You keen at the feeling, and that satisfies him. Jeonghan’s hands travel down until he’s pushing his hoodie up over your hips, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your sweats. He looks at you briefly and you nod, so he tugs them off.

You can see the way he bites his lip as he eyes your clothed crotch. It sends a thrill down your spine. You feel Joshua’s hands run over your stomach under the hoodie, his bare touch feeling amazing against your heated skin. Jeonghan touches your ankle, a barely there sensation, but then he drags his hand up your calf and thigh. The touch makes you jerk, especially when his hand reaches the crease of your panties. You undulate your hips up, trying to get his hand where you need him, but he pauses, looking up at you. His eyes are dark, and it makes your heart stutter a bit when he tuts.

“Be good.”

You bite your lip, breathing heavily. You aren’t used to this. Joshua has never denied you anything in bed, ever. He is extremely giving, often to the point of overstimulation. That’s the truly sadistic part of him, when he makes you cum so many times that you’re nearly psychotic with it, begging him to stop, your thighs and the bed soaked with your juices. It seems Jeonghan leans the other way, giving you crumbs until you’re begging for more. The complete opposite to how your Shua has trained you.

Jeonghan brushes a finger up your slit over the dark patch on the wet cloth, and you try your best to not buck up into his touch again. Something about the hardness in his eyes tells you that he won’t like that, and right now, you would rather die than disappoint the alpha who will eventually give you his knot. But it seems Joshua doesn’t have that instinct, and he doesn’t like to see you squirm this way.

“Don’t tease her.” He speaks up, hands still exploring your bare torso, soothing touches that take away some of the edge that Jeonghan is subjecting you to. Jeonghan’s eyes snap up to the beta, and the corner of his lip ticks up in amusement.

“You spoil her, don’t you?” He says, his finger pausing at the crest of your lips and pressing down there, right over where your clit is. You gasp. “That’s why she’s like this. She hasn’t learned that patient girls get big rewards.”

You flush at the way he’s talking about you. It’s unbelievably hot, and you can feel the way Joshua’s breath catches in his chest. His lips are right at your ear, breath warm on your skin. He doesn’t reply, watching Jeonghan peel your ruined underwear off your body. You’re so wet that it sticks to you a bit, making your face burn hot. But you aren’t embarrassed for long, because Jeonghan hums in approval, running his finger through the mess. You gasp and jerk again, unable to help yourself, but you stiffen immediately when Jeonghan’s movements pause.

“‘M sorry!” You blurt out. “Sorry, Alpha. I’ll be good, I promise. Please, please don’t stop.”

You feel Joshua’s hands tighten on your waist, the stutter in his breath right next to your ear.

“Baby,” he whispers. You can feel his erection digging into your back. It makes you delirious with need. You want to be filled so badly. You will take anything. Their fingers, their cocks. You just want to be filled.

You whine and sob a little when Jeonghan thumbs at your clit. You spread your legs more on instinct, pulling your knees up a little. He hums in approval, still rubbing tight and slow circles over your clit. It’s torturous, it’s not nearly enough. You want more, more, more.

“Alpha.” You sob again. “I can’t- I need- please.”

Both Jeonghan and Joshua see the exact moment your heat hits, your pupils dilating, taking in a breath with a loud gasp as your legs seize, toes curling. You mewl, the true call of an omega, and Jeonghan curses, movements faltering just a bit. Joshua watches with fascination, your head tilted up, resting on his shoulder. You’re damp all over, half from sweat and half from tears, and your hands are clawing at his arms as he holds you tightly around the waist to keep you propped up. You’re all but melting into him.

“There we go.” Jeonghan whispers, and Joshua finally understands. He’s being this way on purpose, to trigger your heat and end the painful cycle of cramps and mood swings, so your body can fully feel what you want and demand it. And the next second, you do exactly that.

“Alpha,” you rasp, “your knot. Please. Need it. Alpha, please.”

It’s the nearly incoherent babbling of an omega in heat. Jeonghan tugs his sweater off his head, immediately undoing the drawstring on his sweatpants and pulling them off with his boxers in one go. He’s already hard, you can see it, leaking at the tip and flushed an angry red. He looks at Joshua briefly.

“You okay like this?”

Joshua only nods, too engrossed in the way you look, so desperate, squirming against him like this. He can’t help himself, hand reaching up under the hoodie to grope at your left breast. He pinches your nipple and you twitch, whining. You’re sensitive here too.

“Keep that going.” Jeonghan rasps, pulling your legs open wider and shuffling closer. He tugs you down a little until your head is resting on Joshua’s lap. “The harder she cums, the longer her heat breaks for later.”

When Jeonghan sinks into you, your jaw goes slack, your moan nearly pornographic. His cock is glorious, long and curved up at just the right angle. Your walls open up for him eagerly, sucking him in until he’s flush against your hips. When he moans, it’s deep and reverberating, and the thought that this is pleasurable for him only turns you on even more, if that’s even possible. You’re already on the cusp of cumming, and you manage to gasp that out when Jeonghan pulls back and thrusts into you for the first time.

“Don’t you dare.” He responds, voice torn and choppy as he starts fucking you hard, his cock hitting deep inside you, the tip just barely brushing your cervix. You cry out. It feels so good, especially after you’ve been wanting it for so long. Joshua’s hands, that have now tugged the hoodie up further to tuck it above your chest, are playing with your nipples, brushing over them, pinching and pulling with the pressure he knows you like. You sob.

“Please. I can’t- can’t hold it.”

Jeonghan reaches a hand up, wrapping it around your throat. He doesn’t apply pressure, that’s not what this is for. He does it so your eyes will open wide, so you’ll look at him when he says his next words.

“You will cum when I tell you to cum. Understand?”

You nod furiously, his thrusts not faltering for a single second. You don’t know if you can even follow through, not with the way he’s destroying your insides, not with the way he moans so deliciously above you, long dark hair obstructing half his face so you can only see his pink, plump lips. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and you can’t deny the urge anymore. You reach up the grip the sides of his head, pulling him down into a heated kiss.

He moans into your mouth, slamming his hips hard into yours. You can feel the swell at the base of his cock. Your toes curl in anticipation as it catches on your hole. You’re clenched so tightly, anything to hold your orgasm at bay until he gives you permission to let go. Jeonghan pulls away just enough to speak, his lips still moving against yours.

“Cum.”

You black out with it.

It’s so intense that your senses dull. You can’t hear anything except the roaring in your ears. You feel his cock swell rapidly, locking inside your gummy pussy, followed by warmth as he deposits rope after rope of his cum in you. It makes you feel so full, like a fantastic meal after doing hard labor all day. Your body twitches and jerks, eyes rolling up at the feeling of it.

You don’t even remember when you come down from your orgasm. When you open your eyes next, you’re wrapped up tightly in a blanket, feeling much cooler than before, considering how hot your body was burning previously. You feel cleaner too, like you do after Joshua is done with his aftercare of you. You blink heavily, eyeing the empty space next to you. There’s no one there.

Your eyelids feel heavy, and you feel comfortable after many days of just discomfort. You got your knot. You can finally rest. You don’t stop yourself from drifting off into dreamland again.

……………………………….

Joshua eyes the pot on the stove, watching the liquid inside gently boil. The kitchen is rich with the aroma, and he should be proud of how well he’s nailed it, but right now, his mind is elsewhere entirely.

He snaps out of it when he hears shuffling behind him, turning his head to see a freshly showered Jeonghan walk into the kitchen. He gives Joshua a smile, which is a bit stiff to return, but he does it anyway.

He can feel Jeonghan’s eyes on the back of his head as the latter sits down on the stool next to the kitchen island. After a small silence, Jeonghan finally speaks.

“You okay?”

Joshua nods. “I’m fine. This is just….. a lot to take in.”

Jeonghan sighs. “I understand that. I just want you to know, Shuji. She’s your wife. None of this means anything.”

Joshua only nods, busying himself with stirring the pot so he doesn’t have to look back at his friend. He can’t.

How does he explain to Jeonghan that this might not mean anything to him, but it scares him that this just might mean something to you?

More importantly, and even more scary to the point that it panics him, how can he come to terms with the fact that watching you with Jeonghan didn’t feel…… wrong? It didn’t feel right, by any means. But Joshua had built up in his head that it would be extremely difficult to deal with when Jeonghan is actually there for your heat. But it wasn’t. Joshua was in the room. He was turned on, shamefully so. He watched you take Jeonghan’s knot. And yet……

He squeezes his eyes tightly shut and takes in a deep breath. He can’t do this. This isn’t about him. You’re smack in the middle of your heat right now. You’re so vulnerable. He needs to lock his shit away for the next few days, maybe forever. You can’t know how sick he is, how depraved this makes him feel. You can’t.

Behind Joshua’s back, Jeonghan is still watching, eyes a little too knowing, a little too perceptive.

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