Warnings: MDNI, Yoongi boyfriend x Female reader, oral sex(both receiving), vaginal sex, lots of cumming, sex addiction, squirting
A/n: the thoughts of Yoongi secretly being obsessed with his partner doesn't leave my mind 😭it's a messy writing, random scenarios put together.
The morning light filtered softly through the half-drawn curtains of their Seoul apartment, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets. Yoongi stirred first, his arm already draped possessively over YN's waist, pulling her bare back flush against his chest. Even in sleep, his cock twitched against the curve of her ass which was hard, insistent, like it had been all night. Years together, and the hunger never faded. If anything, it burnt hotter. He was obsessed with her, with the way her body responded to him, the slick heat of her pussy that always seemed ready, always took him so perfectly.
He nuzzled into her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin and last night's sex. "Baby," he murmured, voice gravelly from sleep, lips brushing her ear. His hand slid down, cupping her mound possessively. Two fingers parted her folds, finding her already wet. "Fuck, you're soaked again. Dreamin' about me?"
YN sighed awake, pushing back against him with a sleepy smile. "Always, Yoongi. Need you."
He didn't need more. In one smooth motion, he hooked her leg over his thigh, lined up his thick cock, and pushed in raw bare, deep, stretching her open with that familiar burn she craved. The wet squelch filled the room as he bottomed out, groaning low in his throat.
"This pussy... my fucking pussy. So tight, so greedy. Missed it all night."
He fucked her slow at first, lazy morning strokes that dragged against her walls, his hand rubbing tight circles on her clit. But hunger took over fast. His hips snapped harder, the bed creaking as he railed into her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair.
"Cum for me. Wanna feel you gush."
YN cried out, clenching around him as the orgasm hit, her pussy squirting messily around his cock, soaking his thighs and the sheets. Yoongi growled, thrusting through it, chasing his own release until he spilled deep inside her, hot and thick, marking her like he did every single day.
They didn't pull apart right away. He stayed buried, softening slowly, kissing her shoulder. "Love you so much. Can't get enough."
༺༻
Breakfast was supposed to be simple like coffee, toast, maybe some fruit. But Yoongi couldn't keep his hands off her. YN stood at the counter in just his oversized t-shirt, reaching for a mug, when he came up behind her again. His hands slid under the hem, gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks.
"Bend over, baby."
She did, bracing on the counter as he dropped to his knees. He ate her out hungrily, tongue fucking into her cum-filled hole, sucking on her clit, slurping noisily at the mix of their releases dripping down her thighs. "Taste so good. My cum leaking out of this perfect cunt." He added two fingers, curling them roughly until she squirted again, right on his tongue, moaning his name loudly.
He stood, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he sank back in, fucking her hard and deep. Wet slaps of skin, her moans, his grunts was all you could hear.
"Gonna fill you again. Keep you dripping all day."
He came with a shudder, pumping rope after rope into her. They panted against each other, foreheads touching. "I love you," he whispered, thumb stroking her cheek. "More than anything.
༺༻
The day blurred between work and want. Yoongi tried to produce in his home studio, but YN walked in wearing nothing but panties. She straddled his lap in the chair, grinding down on his growing bulge.
"Need you again," she breathed.
He shoved the panties aside and impaled her on his cock, guiding her hips as she rode him. It was sloppy, desperate, her juices soaking his sweats, his mouth latched onto her tits, sucking marks into her skin. "Ride that dick, baby. This pussy owns me. Always so fucking wet for me."
She came hard, squirting all over his lap, and he followed, biting her shoulder as he filled her again. They stayed like that, connected, while he absently played a beat with one hand on the keyboard, the other stroking her back.
It happened again in the afternoon, on the couch during a "break," her on all fours while he pounded her from behind, pulling her hair, spanking her ass red.
"Look at this sloppy cunt. Taking me so well after years. Still milks me dry every time."
Evening melted into night. Dinner was half-eaten on the table because Yoongi had pulled her onto his lap mid-bite, bouncing her on his cock while they fed each other bites between moans. Later, in the shower, he pressed her against the tiles, lifting one leg and thrusting up into her, water mixing with her squirt as she came screaming.
By the time they collapsed into bed, bodies exhausted but never satisfied, he was hard again. YN spread her legs without a word, pulling him on top. This time it was slower, deeper, raw emotion mixed with the filth.
"I love you," he panted, hips rolling, cock dragging perfectly against that spot inside her. "Obsessed with you. This pussy. The way you squirt for me. The way you take everything I give. Never getting tired of this. Of us."
"I love you too," she gasped, nails digging into his back as another orgasm built. "Fill me, Yoongi. Want it all night."
He did. They fucked until the early hours, switching positions, her riding him reverse cowgirl so he could watch his cock disappear into her dripping hole, then missionary so he could kiss her through the messy, squirting climax. Cum leaked everywhere, sheets ruined, but they didn't care. He came inside her one last time, collapsing on top, still buried deep.
As sleep finally pulled them under, his hand cupped her mound protectively, fingers lazily circling her clit. "Tomorrow... gonna wake up and do it all over again."
༺༻
Yoongi was already losing his mind by mid-morning.
YN was on her knees in their bedroom, still wearing nothing but his t-shirt, eyes glossy with want as she looked up at him. She loved this, loved when he took her mouth roughly, when he used her throat like he owned it. And he did. She was addicted to the feeling of his thick cock sliding over her tongue, stretching her lips, hitting the back of her throat until her eyes watered.
“Fuck, baby… open wider,” he growled, voice wrecked. One hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping the base of his cock as he fed it into her eager mouth. YN moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight up his spine. She loved getting face-fucked, loved the mess, the spit, the way he lost control and fucked her face like he was desperate.
He thrust deeper, hips snapping forward, watching her throat bulge slightly with every push. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her tits, messy strings connecting her lips to his cock whenever he pulled back. “That’s it… good girl. Take it. You love choking on my dick, don’t you?”
YN nodded frantically, humming affirmatively, her hands gripping his thighs to pull him even deeper. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but her eyes were dark with lust. She squeezed her thighs together, soaked and aching between her legs just from servicing him.
Yoongi’s pace turned punishing, short, rough thrusts into her throat, balls slapping against her chin. “Gonna cum down your throat… then paint that pretty face.”
He came with a guttural groan, holding her head still as he spilled hot and thick straight into her mouth. YN swallowed greedily, but he pulled out midway through, stroking the rest of his load across her lips, cheeks, and tongue. The sight of his cum on her face made him feral. “Look at you… covered in me. My dirty girl.”
She smiled up at him, tongue out to catch more, visibly loving every second of the degradation and worship mixed together.
༺༻
Later that afternoon, after he’d eaten her pussy until she squirted twice on the couch, he had her bent over the kitchen counter. He spread her cheeks wide, staring at her dripping hole before slamming back inside her raw.
“Fuck… this pussy,” he panted, pounding into her with wet, obscene sounds. “Look how creamy you get for me.”
He pulled out suddenly, just to watch. Thick strings of his earlier cum and her juices leaked from her swollen folds. The sight drove him insane. “Shit, baby… my cum is dripping out of you. So fucking full of me.”
He pushed back in roughly, fucking his own load deeper, eyes locked on where they were joined. Every thrust made more of it squelch out around his cock. He reached around to rub her clit, growling in her ear, “Gonna fill you again. Want it leaking down your thighs all day.”
YN pushed back against him, moaning loudly. “Yes, cum inside me again. Love feeling it.”
When he came the second time, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he pumped rope after rope deep into her pussy. He stayed inside, grinding slowly, obsessed with the warm, wet mess he’d created. Pulling out slowly, he spread her open with his thumbs just to watch his cum slowly ooze out of her used hole. The creamy white against her pink folds made him twitch, already half-hard again.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, dropping to his knees behind her to lick her clean, only to get hard enough to fuck her one more time right there on the kitchen floor.
That night, YN begged for it again. On her knees in bed, she took him down her throat eagerly while he held her head and fucked her face with deep, sloppy strokes. Spit ran everywhere. When he pulled out and painted her face and tongue again, she looked up at him with pure adoration and filth in her eyes.
Yoongi wiped some of his cum off her cheek with his thumb and pushed it back into her mouth. “My perfect girl. Love seeing you like this, covered in my cum, pussy full of it, throat used.”
She crawled on top of him after, sinking down onto his cock, riding him slow and deep so he could watch the mess between her legs. Every time she lifted up, more of his cum leaked out, coating his shaft. He was completely obsessed, hands gripping her hips, eyes fixed on the sight.
They fell asleep hours later with him still inside her, cum drying on her skin, both of them whispering “I love you” between lazy kisses.
Two people years deep in a relationship who were still just as hungry, perverted, and addicted to each other as the very first time.
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I want to be heard (doesn’t speak) I want to be understood (doesn’t explain) I want to be seen (acts like if a missing person was right in front of everybody)
synopsis; Some distances are small enough to cross only once. What begins as surveillance spirals into something uglier—fantasies that leave him shaken by how far he’s willing to go for someone who still has no idea what he truly is.
pairing; stalker yoongi x female reader
genre; psychological thriller, angst, smut
warnings; +18, dead dove: do not eat, dubcon, stalking, psychological manipulation, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, power imbalance, predatory behavior, yandere themes, yoongi is just being insane, creepy/disturbing/disgusting behavior, fear of heights, masturbation (m)
notes; yoongi the creepy neighbour is finally here! i forgot how fun it is to write him. i love coming up with the weird unhinged shit he does for y/n. just wait till he realizes y/n has more chemistry with seokjin than him. i'm sorry for the delay </3 but i had my friends birthday party on saturday and i got a huge hangover. i keep writing something everyday before bed but i just end up deleting everything... but i hope you'll enjoy it <3
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Charlie Parker’s saxophone drifted through the apartment, notes fluttering like startled birds against the rain-lashed windows. Yoongi barely heard them—he sat slumped deep into the couch, one arm slung loosely over the backrest, fingers twitching once before falling still again.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
He pressed the button with a soft click. Folders opened one after another—class notes, archived files, old projects. Harrington’s Obedience to Authority assignment. Research sorted neatly into subfolders. Weeks spent studying coercion. On how sweetly people knelt. It taught him how one was equal. They could lie about it all they wanted—society, friendship, love—but equality was a myth. People were either beneath him or above him. Never beside him.
He still couldn’t decide where she belonged.
Yoongi scrolled past the older files without interest until he reached the most recent one. The Excel sheet opened, rows of timestamps crowding the screen with his next project. Dates. Sounds. Patterns. Entire weeks of her life reduced to cells and observations.
11:47 p.m.—Returned with Bianca + unknown male. Laughter sounded forced. Door closed at 12:03 a.m. Went to sleep alone.
His eyes caught on that final sentence and stayed there. Slowly, he leaned back, two fingers settling against his lips. At his feet, Rat curled tighter into herself, tail flicking once against Yoongi’s ankle. The spreadsheet had started innocently. Just small things at first. What time she usually left for class. Which days she skipped breakfast. How often she ordered takeout.
Yoongi refreshed the file out of habit, eyes drifting to the unfinished row he'd started the night before. The cursor blinked against the empty cell. Waiting.
It was supposed to be a regular Friday.
He had timed it perfectly. 7:49 a.m. Her door would open. Three seconds later, he would step out—jacket already on, keys in hand—and offer to walk with her. Maybe drive her if the rain got worse. She would hesitate first, lips parting just enough to betray the argument inside her. She always hesitated before accepting kindness. Like she expected it to be taken back at any moment.
But the lock beside him clicked at 7:13 a.m.
Too early.
At least twenty minutes early. Wrong rhythm. No jangle of frantic keys. No muffled curses bleeding through the walls. Instead, steady footsteps faded down the hallway.
He was moving before the thought caught up. Shoes were shoved on untied. Door shut soundlessly behind him. He followed the fading trace of her perfume down the stairwell—floral cut with something sharper, almost bitter. It didn’t quite belong to the girl who had trembled beside him two nights ago.
Yoongi kept half a block between them, the distance a fragile lie he told himself made him invisible. Even from that far away, he noticed the difference immediately. The skirt riding high with every step, offering brief flashes of skin catching beneath the streetlights. The gray turtleneck that strangled her throat. Hair styled carefully, loose strands brushing against her cheeks whenever the wind shifted.
This wasn’t for class. This wasn’t random. And it wasn’t for him.
A figure stepped out from a side street. Tall. Loose-shouldered. Effortless in the way attractive people often were without realizing it. The man called her name once. She turned immediately, her face lighting up in a way Yoongi had never managed to pull from her himself. He brushed a hand against her shoulder in greeting. Casual. It lingered half a second too long, his thumb brushing the seam of her turtleneck.
“…still haven’t started the Harrington thing,” she admitted with that familiar thread of worry in her voice that Yoongi drank like wine. “I don’t even know where to start.”
Seokjin smiled. “If you want, we can go over it at lunch. My notes are actually decent.”
“I don’t want to waste your time,” she murmured, though relief had already begun to bleed through. Gratitude, warm and unguarded—the same tone she'd used with him when he fed her soup or when he comforted her after the bar.
“You’re not wasting anything.” Seokjin said, guiding her around a muddy puddle, his palm sliding lower along her back. “Besides, Bianca would kill me if I let you fail corporate law.”
She laughed, small and bright. “I’m pretty sure Bianca needs your help more than I do.”
“She does,” he nodded. “But you at least pretend to listen when I explain things.”
Yoongi’s nails pressed crescents into his palms inside his pockets. Eight meters. Five. Close enough to smell her shampoo. Close enough to imagine snapping Seokjin’s wrist like dry kindling. Yoongi swore her laugh was forced—it came too easily and too loud. It couldn't be real.
“Seriously, though,” she said, tugging the sleeves of her coat lower. “I opened the assignment and immediately closed my laptop again. Harrington genuinely hates students. There’s no other explanation.”
Seokjin snorted. “No, he hates weak arguments. He values confidence more than being right.”
“That sounds like something someone says right before becoming morally bankrupt.”
“I already am morally bankrupt,” he replied with a smile. “That’s why I got an A.”
She laughed harder this time, her head tipping back slightly.
“So your entire academic strategy is manipulation?”
Seokjin shrugged. “It’s worked so far.”
“You're awfully good at this.”
He tilted his head. “At law?”
“No,” she shook her head, smiling despite herself. “At sounding confident even when you're bullshitting.”
“But it's making you smile.”
She rolled her eyes. “Out of pity.”
“Mm.” Seokjin glanced sideways at her. “You say that now, but give it one year. You’ll be weaponizing tears for extensions like the rest of them.”
“I would never.”
“You absolutely would.”
She pressed a hand to her chest. “That’s a horrible accusation.”
"Trust me, I've been there before."
Their pace had slowed without either of them seeming to notice. The backs of their hands brushed together between steps. Her hand twitched at the first touch, but then she seemed to reach for it.
A pulse throbbed slowly in his jaw.
Yoongi imagined stepping forward. Imagined grabbing Seokjin by the collar and driving him face-first into the wet brick wall beside the alley. Imagined the sharp crack of bone. Her scream. The stunned confusion on Seokjin’s face right before fear finally replaced that calm expression.
Instead, he stayed where he was. Starving.
“You know what your problem is?” he continued.
“I have several.”
“You assume asking for help makes you annoying.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“No.” His voice softened. “It makes you human.”
A branch snapped under Yoongi’s shoe—sharp as breaking bone. Seokjin’s head turned. Their eyes met. Recognition flickered across Seokjin's face. A slow tilt of the head, eyes measuring the distance Yoongi had closed. Then something worse. Amusement. The corner of Seokjin’s mouth curved slightly, like he understood something Yoongi didn’t. He hasn't acknowledged Yoongi aloud. Instead, he leaned closer to her and murmured near her ear, which pulled another laugh from her throat.
Yoongi stopped walking. Rain slid cold beneath the collar of his jacket, connecting with his sweat. He watched them disappear farther down the street.
Fine.
If she insisted on walking toward wolves, he would simply have to become the better one.
Back in his apartment, the record still spun. Yoongi rested outside on the balcony with a cigarette hanging between his fingers. The space was barely large enough for the plastic chair and a narrow round table. Some mornings he sat there with coffee hot enough to burn his tongue while the icy air chewed through his clothes. The contrast kept him awake. Below, the city stretched in long grey lines. Roads slick with old rain. An endless forest of concrete blocks.
His gaze drifted automatically toward the balcony beside his. Same cheap flooring. Same black railing spotted with rust near the bolts. A tiny table pushed against the wall. One chair. Nothing special. Except it belonged to her. That changed everything.
The balconies sat closer together than they should have. Yoongi leaned on the railing, eyes narrowing as he measured the gap. One careful step over the bars. A grip on the divider. Shift his weight slowly. It was manageable. Only two floors below him. If he slipped, he’d probably survive. Probably.
Same door handle as his. If she forgot to lock it—
His thoughts stopped abruptly.
No.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
Breaking into her apartment wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It wasn’t harmless. If she found out, everything he’d built with her would collapse instantly. Every careful conversation. Every moment she’d softened around him. Gone.
Still…
He wouldn’t steal anything. Wouldn’t touch anything. Just look. People visited each other’s apartments all the time. He simply happened to be doing it differently. That wasn’t dangerous. Was it?
He imagined the smell inside first. Vanilla candles. Maybe dusty textbooks scattered over the couch.
Yoongi exhaled through his nose.
No.
Absolutely not.
If he wanted something real with her, he needed boundaries. Trust. Self-control. Breaking into her apartment like some fucking psychopath was not a good start.
A moment later, he realized he’d already swung one leg over the railing. He froze. Cold metal dug into his palms as his grip tightened instinctively. Half his body leaned out into open air now, one foot balancing uncertainly against the narrow concrete edge outside the bars. Then he moved the other leg over. Now all of his weight depended on that narrow edge and the balance of his heels. The height hit him. From inside the balcony, the drop had looked manageable. From here, it looked endless. Wind rushed upward between the buildings, threading beneath his clothes and licking the sweat gathering along the back of his neck. His thighs trembled from the strain of holding himself steady.
Yoongi swallowed and stretched his right leg carefully toward her balcony. The tip of his shoe scraped concrete. For one hopeful second, he thought he had it. Then his foot slipped. His stomach dropped so violently he nearly puked. Yoongi jerked backward on instinct, clinging to the railing hard enough for the pain to explode through his wrists. A hot flash tore through his body before fading just as quickly, leaving him cold and shaking.
The railing had gone slick beneath his palms. He glanced down once and instantly regretted it. The pavement seemed farther away now. He squeezed his eyes shut hard enough to see static. Then tried again. Left leg first. The sole of his shoe landed against the floor with a dull scrape and held steady. He stopped breathing. Carefully, he reached outward with his left hand until his fingers wrapped around the second railing. His body stretched painfully between the balconies now, muscles shaking violently from the effort. One wrong shift of weight and…
Don’t think about it.
With one sharp movement, he dragged himself fully across. Both shoes slammed against the solid concrete. For several seconds, he could only stand there, bent forward over the railing while his lungs struggled to catch up.
“I did it.”
A laugh burst out of him unexpectedly.
“I actually fucking did it.”
“Excuse me?”
The voice nearly stopped his heart. A middle-aged man stood on the sidewalk below, plastic grocery bags hanging from one hand as he stared upward with open disbelief.
“… What exactly are you doing up there?”
Yoongi blinked once, suddenly looking far closer to death than he had dangling between the balconies.
“Hah—funny story,” he called down, forcing out a strained smile. “I locked myself out. Left my keys inside.”
The man frowned immediately, head tilting to the left as suspicion settled across his face.
He doesn’t believe this shit.
Then, unexpectedly, the man barked out a laugh.
“Jesus Christ.” He shook his head. “One slip and you’d crack open like an egg.”
Yoongi laughed weakly with him, though his knees still felt unstable.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Realized that halfway through.”
“Be careful, kid.”
The man disappeared inside the building lobby, still muttering to himself. Silence settled again. Yoongi looked up and carefully climbed through the last barrier and finally touched safe, steady ground. He held onto his knees, taking a deep breath before straightening and turning toward the door.
Up close, he could see faint fingerprints clouding the handle. Tiny scratches in the paint. His heartbeat picked up again. This was real now. Yoongi wrapped his hand around the handle and pushed down.
His stomach sank.
She locked it?
He tried again, slower this time. The handle shifted slightly before catching halfway. Relief flooded him so quickly it almost made him dizzy. Not locked. Just stuck. Yoongi planted one hand against the glass and shoved his shoulder into the frame.
“Come on,” he muttered, pushing harder.
Muscles strained. Heat burned across his palms. The door suddenly gave way with a sharp crack. Yoongi stumbled violently forward, losing his footing as momentum threw him into the apartment. His elbow slammed against hardwood. Pain exploded up his arm instantly—white and electric, all the way to his shoulder.
“Shit—”
He curled, breath hissing through clenched teeth. Then the smell hit him. Her.
A slow smile pulled at the corner of his mouth before he could stop it.
Yoongi pushed himself upright, steadying his weight against the couch beside him. He moved like a ghost through her small life. Smaller than he’d imagined. The studio stretched in an awkward T-shape, every section bleeding into the next without real separation. To the left sat the kitchen—narrow counters, cream-colored cabinets painted, and an ancient stove with scratches near the burners. A fridge hummed unevenly in the corner beside a sink crowded with dishes. Near the outlet sat a kettle surrounded by scattered tea packets and a half-empty jar of sugar. Yoongi stepped closer to the fridge. Sticky notes covered the door.
wash the dishes!!!
buy oat milk
meet seokjin at 7:30
bake something for bianca
His eyes stopped on Seokjin’s name. The note had been written quickly, letters pressed too hard into paper. When has she planned this?
Across from the kitchen sat the living space. An open textbook rested beside the cushions, highlighted paragraphs bleeding neon pink across the pages. Beyond it, the sleeping area opened quietly into view. Makeup products crowded the floor around a tall mirror—foundation left uncapped, mascara tossed sideways.
Then came the bed. Yoongi moved toward it slowly. The duvet lay twisted near the center. One pillow still carried the faint impression of her head. Another textbook rested near the edge beneath a mess of charging cables and folded notes. Carefully, Yoongi sat down onto the mattress. The springs groaned softly beneath his weight. His hands moved over the pillow, and one long strand of hair caught on his finger. He wrapped it tenderly around his knuckle until the skin beneath it paled. The image came easily—her curled against his chest, half asleep while rain pressed softly against the windows. His fingers moving through her hair.
A faint vibration startled him. His head snapped up. Another buzz. Somewhere inside the apartment. Yoongi stood up, pulse jumping against his ribs. The sound led him into the bathroom. It barely had enough room to turn around comfortably. Skincare bottles crowded every inch of the sink. Half-used lip balms. A toothbrush left carelessly beside the faucet. A phone lit faintly beside it.
Bianca
how was the meeting with seokjin
8:32 a.m
did you survive novak’s show
9:24 a.m.
yooo
hello??
9:30 a.m.
where the fuck are you
did seokjin kidnap you or something
did you even go to class???
9:33 a.m.
Yoongi stared at the message before forcing himself to look away. The shower curtain hung partially open beside him. It was too easy to imagine her here. Steam clouding the mirror. Water sliding down her spine. Her hair darkened and clinging to bare skin while she hummed softly to herself, unaware. Him behind her. Both of them squeezing in this tiny space, accidentally elbowing each other while showering. Or pressing her against the wall, taking, owning—while she gasped his name like prayer or terror.
The bathroom suddenly felt smaller. Hotter. Yoongi dragged a hand down his face hard enough to burn. He looked away, on the floor, to think about—
Clothes. From last night. Or today. A t-shirt. Shorts. Black lace tangled between them.
It was ridiculous. Just clothing. Fabric. Nothing more. Just some material soaked in her smell.
The scent rose the second he brought it to his face—warm skin, faint soap, the ghost of her. Something strained escaped his throat. He was already aching. Shame and need crashed together so violently his vision blurred. His jeans dropped with a soft click of the belt hitting the tiles. Cock heavy and leaking. The first rough stroke pulled a low groan from his chest.
He closed his eyes. In his mind she was there with him. Pressed against these tiles but looking at him. Eyes soft and hazy. No hesitation this time. She wanted this. Wanted him. Her hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt like she was afraid he’d disappear.
“Yoongi…” she breathed against his mouth, half-laugh, half-plea.
He imagined kissing her slowly at first, then deeper, hungrier, tasting the small sounds she made when his hand slipped between her legs. He’d drop to his knees if she let him, worship every inch Seokjin had only been allowed to glance at.
His strokes turned faster, almost punishing. The lace dragged against sensitive skin, already soaked with him. He pictured her thighs tightening around his hips, her head falling back against the tile with a soft thud as he pushed inside her—tight, wet, his. She’d moan his name like she meant it. Like she’d been waiting for him to break. To finally stop pretending. Her nails digging into his shoulders, legs locked around him, hips rolling to meet every thrust because she needed this too. Needed him.
He could almost hear the way her voice would crack on a shaky “please”—not fear, just overwhelming want. The way she’d look at him after, flushed and ruined in the best way, whispering that she’d never looked at Seokjin like that. Couldn’t. Not when Yoongi saw her so completely.
The orgasm hit him hard and blinding. He came with a strangled groan into the black lace, pulse after pulse, knees buckling until his head rested against the cold tile. The pleasure ebbed fast, leaving only the wet mess in his hand and the heavy thud of his heart.
What the fuck are you doing?
He stared at the ruined fabric, sticky and warm. Hers. Now unmistakably his too. For a second the thought of leaving it for her to find flickered through his mind—dark and tempting. He crushed it. Stuffed the panties deep into his pocket instead.
At least he hadn’t smelled her socks.
Yoongi stared at himself faintly reflected in the dusty mirror. He looked insane. That thought should have stopped him. He left the bathroom and headed toward the balcony door. Halfway there, he paused.
The dishes.
Yoong hated dirty dishes. No—despised them.
Only two mugs. One plate. One fork.
He checked the time.
9:43a.m.
She would be back soon. Still…
The dishes bothered him more than they should have. Yoongi exhaled quietly and turned the faucet. Warm water rushed over his hands as he washed each dish carefully, drying them before placing them neatly on the rack. Once it was done, he peeled the sticky note from the fridge and crumpled it into the trash.
He stood in the center of her apartment for a long moment, breathing her air, listening to the faint jazz bleeding through the wall. His jazz. Playing for her, whether she knew it or not.
The balcony door shut more easily behind him than expected. And this time, crossing back didn’t scare him nearly as much.
you were supposed to sabotage your best friend's blind date. make him lose interest. scare him off a little, maybe accidentally insult his ego enough that he'd go home and tell his parents there had been “no chemistry.” you were absolutely not supposed to make him want to marry her. or technically you in her form.
pairing: ceo!jeon jungkook x you/reader
warnings: none
word count: 1.4k
authors note: i'm lierally so excited to start this series. writing romcoms is and always will be my favourite. i hope you like this short sneak peek as much as i enjoyed writing it. as always, if you would like to be tagged in the next chapters, please let me know in the comments. (please make sure the feature to enable tagging is switched on. unfortunately, i couldn't add a couple of people for this chapter. :()
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you were nervous. not normal nervous either. not presentation at work nervous or meeting someone's parents for the first time nervous. this was the kind of nervous where your stomach had apparently stopped functioning somewhere between leaving your apartment and arriving at the restaurant, and now only existed to make your life significantly more difficult.
which, honestly, felt fair.
because how many people regularly went on blind dates pretending to be their rich best friend?
exactly.
especially when said best friend had emotionally manipulated you, financially bribed you and somehow convinced you that identity fraud, but make it friendship, was a completely reasonable thing to participate in.
and now it was too late, because you had arrived.
too early, actually. painfully early.
the kind of early where you stood outside the restaurant for another five minutes because arriving twenty minutes before your blind date somehow felt more embarrassing than pretending to be another person. your reflection stared back at you through the glass windows and, honestly, you barely recognized yourself. mostly because approximately eighty percent of what you were wearing belonged to your friend. the dress? hers. the heels that were already slowly killing your feet? also hers. the jewelry around your wrist that probably cost more than your monthly rent? unfortunately, also hers. the only thing that was actually yours was the cheap halloween wig you'd bought on impulse and somehow it looked better than your real hair, at least according to your best friend and every other person on this world
you look expensive, she had proudly announced earlier.
i look borrowed, you had answered.
now, walking through the entrance toward reception, your brain decided this was the perfect moment to spiral. because suddenly there were too many questions and not enough answers. how did he look? how exactly were you supposed to sabotage this? what if he recognized you? what if he was weird? please let him be weird. or arrogant. or one of those men that talked about cryptocurrency during dinner and called themselves entrepreneurs after opening one business account.
anything would help.
because your mission tonight was simple in theory: ruin the date, make him dislike you, make him go home and tell everyone that miss jin young-seo was rude, unpleasant, and maybe slightly concerning.
easy.
probably.
hopefully.
you were led through the restaurant by a waiter, and honestly, you probably looked less like someone attending a blind date and more like a lost dog following its owner around.
completely out of place.
everything around you looked expensive in a way that made you suddenly aware of every single thing you were wearing even if most of it wasn't technically yours. the lighting was dim but somehow still screamed wealth, the tables far enough apart that rich people apparently also paid for personal space, and the decorations looked minimalistic in the terrifying way where minimalistic usually meant unnecessarily expensive.
you kept looking around while walking, trying not to stare too obviously while trying not to trip over your own feet.
because this place was expensive expensive. the kind of expensive where there were no prices displayed outside because if you had to ask, you probably couldn't afford it. the kind of expensive where you immediately knew your monthly salary wouldn't survive here.
actually not even survive.
your monthly salary probably wouldn't even cover dinner.
your savings?
also questionable.
you were beginning to understand why your friend had insisted on paying.
the waiter stopped near one of the tables and pulled the chair back for you.
for a second you just stared.
because no one had ever done that for you before.
then, realizing you had already paused too long, you quickly sat down.
carefully.
very carefully.
because suddenly the chair also looked expensive.
and breaking furniture in a restaurant you couldn't afford while pretending to be someone else felt like a very bad way to spend your evening.
you didn't even realize how long you been stuck in your own thoughts when—
“miss jin young-seo?”
the voice pulled you back so suddenly you almost jumped.
you looked up from where you had apparently been intensely studying the table decorations because if you were being honest, staring at the flowers had been easier than acknowledging the fact that you were sitting alone in a restaurant expensive enough to make your bank account cry.
“yes?”
and then your brain completely abandoned you.
because oh.
oh no.
your friend had forgotten to mention an important detail.
a very important detail.
her blind date was ridiculously attractive.
not normal attractive either. not oh he looks nice attractive. no, this was the kind of attractive that immediately irritated you because it complicated everything. he was tall in a way that felt unnecessary, dressed too well for a random dinner date, and had the kind of face that made you understand why rich people seemed to succeed at everything. broad shoulders hidden underneath an expensive coat, sharp features, calm expression, he looked less like someone attending a blind date and more like someone who accidentally walked out of a luxury brand campaign.
your first coherent thought was simple: he's hot.
your second coherent thought followed immediately after: this is deeply unfortunate.
“you are miss jin, right?” he asked again politely.
and honestly?
you had never been happier to temporarily be miss jin.
“yes,” you answered immediately.
too immediately.
the lie rolled off your tongue so naturally that it actually concerned you a little. maybe you should reflect on that later. much later. preferably after surviving tonight.
“please have a seat,” you said quickly, gesturing toward the chair in front of you because if you stared any longer this mission was already compromised.
and that was the problem.
because sabotaging ugly people? easy.
sabotaging attractive people? harder.
sabotaging attractive people who also seemed polite? borderline unethical.
still, you had a job to do.
you reached into your purse and pulled out the business card your friend had forced into your hand earlier. well, not your business card. hers. because apparently rich people exchanged business cards on blind dates while normal people exchanged instagram handles and asked what music you listened to.
“i don't even know who you are,” you said bluntly, deciding rudeness was probably the safest route.
good.
strong start.
“your name is?”
he blinked once but didn't look offended. if anything, he looked calm. suspiciously calm.
then he reached into his pocket and placed a card in front of you.
“my name is jeon jungkook.”
you stared.
“what?”
“my name is jeon jungkook.”
you exaggerated your expression.
“jeon what?”
“jeon jungkook,” he repeated patiently.
you raised your voice another octave.
“jeon jungkook?”
at this point he looked like he was reconsidering whether dinner was worth enduring whatever this interaction was.
good
excellent.
progress.
he reached for his card again.
you immediately pulled it closer.
“oops.”
his hand stopped midair.
you smiled awkwardly.
he slowly pulled his hand back.
you looked down again.
jeon jungkook.
then you turned the card around.
there was a logo.
a familiar logo. too familiar.
your eyes narrowed.
wait. no. absolutely not.
you looked again.
your stomach dropped so fast you were surprised it didn't physically hit the floor, because that wasn't just any logo.
that was your company logo.
your company.
your workplace.
the place where you spent eight hours pretending emails weren't slowly destroying your mental health.
slowly, very slowly, you looked back down at the card.
then back at him.
then back down again.
jeon jungkook.
the president.
your company president.
your CEO.
the man whose face was probably hanging somewhere in headquarters.
your brain kindly replayed the last ten minutes for you.
you had lied.
pretended to be another woman.
been rude.
mocked his name.
refused to return his business card.
and were currently committing identity fraud in front of your CEO.
amazing.
truly incredible work.
this was exactly why helping friends should legally require paperwork.
“miss jin.”
you didn't react because your soul had temporarily left your body.
“miss jin.”
clearer this time.
“yes?” you answered quickly, still mentally somewhere else entirely.
his eyebrows pulled together slightly.
“is something wrong?”
if something was wrong? what here was even right?
you were pretending to be someone else, sitting across from your company president on a blind date you were supposed to sabotage while actively realizing your boss was unfairly attractive.
in which y/n is the new hire at a psychiatric ward and foolishly volunteers for the one patient everyone else is deadly afraid of. no therapist has ever lasted in his presence, and jungkook doesn't take them seriously to begin with. and since her staff doesn't take her seriously either, nobody expects her to survive. so next week, she gets fifty minutes to prove them all wrong.
genre : psycho!jungkook x therapist!oc
warnings : harsh & foul language, threatening, stereotyping, this plot starts off with misogyny since her job is male dominated ( but oc is a bad bitch wbk so she shuts their asses up ), gore related conversations, ptsd from DMV households, verbal harassment ( not from jk ), heavy obsessive & possessive vibes, unprotected sex, bigdick!jk, she sucks his dick so so good, breeding kink, ALOT of dirty talk bcs by now yall should know he’s a talker, he’s a munch, creampie, nipple play, nipple kink + more to add as I progress while writing this fic & there might be changes to warnings that are already stated above.
my notes : after long consideration, I’ve finally decided that psycho!jk & therapist!oc will be making their appearance on my blog!!!! super fucking excited for this one since this baby has been in my docs for the last 6 MONTHS. I’ve laughed, cried, punched a wall, fainted & kicked my feet while trying to make this fic work, and I’m so so glad it’s finally happening!! this is genuinely my personal favourite fic of mine yet!! & I’m so excited for you guys to read it once it’s out. it’ll take some time, but the wait will be worth it!!
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Genre: Oneshot, smut, pwp, established relationship
Summary: After a small fight, Yoongi wants to make it up to you. He'll do the thing for you, he's on his knees and, of course, he also says please.
Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, very loosely based on the lyrics of 'Please', oral (f receiving), fingering, face sitting, PiV, unprotected sex (they're together and I imagined MC on some form of contraceptive), dirty talk, Yoongi is cocky in the beginning and whiny towards the end, this isn't a dom/sub setting at all but if it was he'd be a switch, he's pussy whipped and begs for it hehe
Wordcount: 3.4k
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The argument you had with Yoongi earlier wasn't even supposed to be one, seriously. You were just playing, but he took it the wrong way and now you're sitting on the couch sulking.
You were driving home together when it happened. Yoongi was parking the car, had put it in reverse, looking out the rear window with his arm slung around the back of your seat while backing into the open spot. You’d told him something about - what even was it...? Some random post you’d seen online about sourdough. And he didn’t listen because he was busy concentrating on parking. He’d asked you to come again once he turned off the car and you said something along the lines of it’s alright, you never listen to me anyway.
It was supposed to be a joke. Obviously! You’d even grinned while saying it but had turned your head away from him to look out the window in a dramatic display of feigned offense. Yoongi didn’t catch the sarcasm. And he huffed. Then shook his head and got out of the car without another word. That’s when you started to get pissed. He really thought you were that much of a bitch, huh? Okay then.
Neither of you were in the mood to address it, busy seething with a subtle broil of pent up irritation as you entered your shared apartment. He tried to ease the tension by pushing your shoulder with a playful nudge of his while you slipped out of your shoes. You scoffed though, still griping about him believing you’d be upset over something so trivial. And yes, the irony was lost on you. He let you be then, knowing you’d come around after a while and needing a minute to clear his head himself.
Some hours have passed since, the cool down phase in full effect and you drop on the couch after a long shower that brought some sense of balance to your brain. This ‘fight’ was so stupid, it almost makes you laugh. You shake your head, pulling your bath robe tighter as you swipe on your phone when he walks past you, then stops. He’s testing the waters, you can tell from the way he monitors your body language; how you will or won’t react to his presence. You raise a brow while looking up at him, the corner of your lip pulling upwards. A truce. One he decides to accept, judging by the way he trudges closer.
“You feel better?” he asks and you know he worded it that way on purpose, so as not to ask you if you’ve finally calmed down.
You huff out a breath, laughter mixed with a hint of reluctance, because that question still suggests that you’ve been overreacting. You don’t pin him down on it, though. Not yet at least. Rather, you return it. “And you?”
“Mhm.” He bends his knees until he’s crouching before you, his eyes now level with yours, one hand resting on your knee for support. “We were both being stupid, huh?”
Yeah, he’s right. Still, you don’t have to admit it right away. “I was just joking, you know? When I said you never listen to me.”
“Yeah, I figured,” he sighs. “An hour too late, I guess.”
The honesty makes you laugh and you drop your phone somewhere in the cracks of the couch cushions.
Yoongi takes it as an invitation - an unspoken extension of the truce that, if handled correctly, could even lead to peace. “I’m sorry baby,” he says before he leans in. “Let me make it up to you.”
You’re closing in as well, meeting his lips for a single kiss. Smiling now, you might have an idea on how he could fulfill that proposition. “And how would you do that?”
Yoongi cocks his head to the side with a smirk, eyelids narrowing as he thinks about it. He moves from crouching to resting on his knees on the floor before you, hand on the back of your head pulling you forward, so you’re still face to face even though he’s positioned lower than before. He kisses your cheek, lips wandering along your jaw and down the side of your throat where he sucks lightly, making your breath hitch. When his nose traces your earlobe he detaches from you but stays close, whispering, “I’ll do the thing for you.”
“The thing?” Oh, you know exactly which thing.
“Yeah,” he breathes against your neck while his right hand reaches for the lapel of your robe. He rubs the soft material between his fingers before gently pushing it aside and slipping them under. “The thing you like so much, you know.”
With the back of his hand now resting on the supple skin of your chest he pulls his head back to look at you.
“Hm, I don’t know what you mean,” you lie as you move closer for another kiss. He leans in harder now, sighing against your lips and pushes his tongue into your mouth. He flicks it against yours lightly, barely grazing you with its tip and it makes you chuckle how he’s subtly trying to help you remember. You pull back but keep him near by cupping his cheek. “Ah, that thing.”
His hand under your robe inches down, knuckles brushing over your nipple and the sensation makes it harden instantly. He finds the belt around your waist with his other hand and unties the knot with his thumb. His eyes widen slightly as the fabric falls open and drops loosely around your sides. It’s not like he hasn’t looked at you a million times before. Still, his lids show the tiniest of flutters every single time, the dilation of his pupils barely detectable.
Yoongi leans in, not taking his gaze off your tits and latches onto your chest. With his lips around one nipple and his hand on the other, he sucks with a slight graze of his teeth and simultaneously rolls his fingers, pulling a gasp from you.
The smirk on his face is dangerous, bordering on vicious, when he looks up at you. “You know, sometimes I think you’re only provoking those small fights for the make-up sex.”
He straightens his back when you don't respond, his knees still on the floor and leans backwards as he snakes his hands beneath your legs. With a firm pull, he drags you down the cushion, so your ass rests at the edge of the sofa, your back now flat against the seat. His hands run up the skin of your thighs, grabbing them gently by the backs of your knees and pushing your legs up against your belly while spreading them. “Keep them like this for me, alright?”
You do what he asked and hold your legs up with your hands, anticipation coiling tightly in your abdomen as you watch him with bated breath.
“So pretty,” he muses quietly when he looks down at you, nodding to himself as if he’s confirming his own remark while his eyes stay glued to your core. “Gonna make it up to you, yeah?”
You nod even though he doesn't wait for your answer anyway, already tilting his head down again but not closing in. He purses his lips a good few inches above your pussy and releases a dense wad of spit, letting it drop slowly so it stretches into a thick string, before it lands directly on your clit. You suck in a breath of surprise at the feeling, your hip jerking as hot slick that’s cooling down quickly trickles down your folds and Yoongi grins as he watches how it coats you.
When he finally comes closer, his lips trace down the inside of your thigh, kissing and sucking the skin on his way. “Gonna eat you out so good baby,” he mumbles while his thumbs draw lazy circles around the outer edges of your labia. “You want that?”
“Yes,” you whine, mouth agape as you watch him descend. If you weren’t wet before, you certainly are now. “Want it so bad.”
Yoongi chuckles against your skin, hot breath fanning over the slick across your core. His lips are soft when he brushes them from where his thumbs work, up to your mound and his eyes snap to yours just before he closes the last bit of distance to place a kiss on your clit. You shudder at the contact, brows furrowed into a needy frown, to which he only grins.
His tongue glides across you in calculated motions and - oh - when he flicks it, he’s really doing the thing that always makes your eyes roll back into your head.
“Fuck,” you breathe out, removing your hand from your shin and bringing it down to stroke through his hair. Yoongi’s lids fall shut when your fingers catch hold of a thick strand to pull him even closer and he releases a muffled groan against you.
He runs his tongue up and down your pussy in unhurried strokes, lapping at your entrance and tracing its outline before coming back up. His finger pushes into you right when his lips close around your clit, sucking lightly and kissing it softly as he applies pressure to his hand, entering you with one single, slow thrust. Your head falls back into the couch cushion when he pumps it in and out, curling it just right, so he hits the spot you need him to.
“Right there,” you moan, fingers tightening around the hair close to his scalp. He knows, of course he does, that you like it right there and doesn't relent, his tongue still working its wonders while he adds a second finger, pushing and pulling and curling on their way out, making you feel like you’re going to explode.
Fuck, the muscles in your abdomen are straining, breaths turning shallow and your legs begin to shake already. You're about to come, pulling him even closer and he groans against your pussy again.
When you tear your eyes open to look at him, you notice him shuffling around a bit and wonder what he's doing. The coil in your belly relaxes at the slight distraction, eyes wandering over his hunched figure. Ah, he moved his free hand down into his pants. You twist your torso a bit to get a better view and take another peak to confirm. Yes, he pushed down his sweats and is jerking himself off while eating you out.
You giggle, feeling yourself getting even wetter at the thought of him enjoying this so much he has to touch himself, but Yoongi looks up at you at the sound.
“What's so funny?” he asks, a bit out of breath.
“Nothing,” you answer as your fingers run across his scalp. “Just didn't expect you to multitask.”
His gaze drops down to his dick, a slight flush on his cheeks before he pulls up his pants.
“No, don't stop. I like it.”
“Not planning on stopping,” he says as he stands up from the floor and offers you his hand. “Just changing the setting.”
You let him pull you up and guide you into the bedroom, where he pushes the bath robe from your shoulders and takes off his shirt. He pulls you to sit at the edge of the bed, tips of his fingers ghosting up your arms before he tangles them in your hair to pull you in. Your lips meet for a hungry kiss, Yoongi’s nonchalance slowly but surely dissipating. His hands roam your whole body and end up on your tits for a harsh squeeze while you sigh against his lips, desperately wanting to touch him too. You reach out for him, palming him over his sweats and earn a sharp exhale from him. He doesn't grant you access for long though as he pulls back, eager eyes now dark and almost impatient, taking in your figure before he slips away.
You watch him moving up the mattress where he throws the pillows down to the floor and lays down flat on his back, his head right where the pillows were a second ago.
“Come here and sit on my face,” he says as his hand already snakes down into his pants again.
No need to ask you twice, of course you’re going to, you’re already on your way actually. You climb onto the bed and swing a leg over him, straddling his face between your thighs. Yoongi smiles up at you before pulling you closer by your hip.
“Now let me finish this.” His words slur against your skin as you grab the headboard for support in hopes that it'll help you to come out of this alive.
His strokes are quick now, diligently lapping at your dripping heat, making you throw your head back, nails digging into the wood in front of you.
“God, fuck,” you sigh, wanting to tell him how good it feels but alas, you're lost for words, thoughts currently swimming somewhere too far away for your brain to catch up and form a coherent sentence.
You're afraid of suffocating him between your legs, thighs flexing absentmindedly to hold most of your weight up even though his left arm on your hip keeps pulling, pulling, pulling you down and you finally give in and relax. Now that you're really sitting down, he breathes out a groan so content, it vibrates through your whole body.
Without a doubt he’s giving his all to make it up to you, kissing, tongue swirling, slurping you up until you see stars. Your hips start rocking on him on their own, needily grinding over his face as you chase your release and he seems to like that, judging by the way he hums against you at the constant back and forth.
“Shit, I’m so close,” you gasp as he’s guiding your movements across his face, tongue rolling over your clit every time you glide over his lips. The coil in your belly tightens as you feel him stir and you turn your head only to see that he’s pushed his sweats down again, hand closed around his dick and stroking himself. The image propels you across the edge, fingers on the headboard digging harder into the wood while your other hand finds his hair to hold on to. With your head spinning and ears ringing, you shudder above him, riding out your high in quick motions, pussy clenching around nothing while he eats you out like you're his favorite meal.
He’s not stopping his feast, still licking your throbbing clit until you have to pull off of him with a moan that ends up sounding more like a cry. Your body betrays you as you move and you practically fold, falling down on the mattress right next to him and landing on your back with a thump.
Yoongi gets up on his knees while you gasp for air, towering over your figure with his sweats shoved down his thighs and he immediately presses himself against you, hand on his hard dick, rubbing it up and down your sensitive core.
“Shit baby,” he grits out with his eyes closed, mouth glistening with your essence as he leans in for another kiss. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”
“Yeah?” you ask, buying yourself a bit more time to calm down. You reach for him and replace his hand with yours, fingers wrapping tightly around his erection. “I’m still so sensitive though.”
His tip is halfway inside of you and his head falls back when you start pumping him slowly, dragging out the moment before he can push in further. “Please baby, you feel so good.”
It makes you chuckle when he begs and he knows you like it, so you can't help yourself from playing that game, still pumping him lazily while he holds himself back from sinking in fully. “Are you sure you've made it up to me properly? You were really mean earlier.”
“Shit, don't do this to me,” he almost whines. “I was so, so good to you, wasn't I? Made you come so hard.”
“Yeah, you did,” you tell him, gripping him a bit tighter as you roll your wrist on him and drawing another sharp breath from his lips while you kiss him. “So you’d say you’ve earned it, huh?”
“Yes!” He nods like you asked him if you should gift him a million dollars right now. “Yes, I’ve earned it. Please baby. Please.”
Can't deny him his wishes, not when he begs so nicely, can you?
“Alright, yeah,” you whisper while changing the angle of your hold to line him up perfectly. “Go on and fuck me, baby.”
He thrusts in fully without any warning, pushing a moan from your lungs at the sudden intrusion and his lids scrunch together when he does. “Shit, sorry,” he mutters as he stills. “That wasn't… Couldn't help it. Did I hurt you?”
Your hands intertwine behind his neck as you shake your head and relax, getting used to the stretch. “No, it's alright.”
He leans in for a kiss, tongue twisting against yours as he pulls his hip back before he thrusts into you again. He sighs with each move, groaning when your lips part. Gripping your hips as he leans back, he holds you in place, fucking into you with force now and his eyes roll back like he’s losing himself in the feeling. “Always so fucking tight for me.”
The noise of your combined moans, your high pitched whines and his low grunts fill the room, accompanied by the quieter sound of his groin snapping against yours, quite like a beat to the carnal melody that the two of you are creating.
Yoongi slides his hands down your legs and moves them to drop your ankles upon his shoulders, creating an angle that allows him to go even deeper than before. You're gasping for air from how he plows into you, the roll of his hips making his cock drag across your g-spot with every thrust.
He grows frantic, spitting out curse words here and there before he takes your hand and guides it between your legs. “Make yourself come on my cock,” he directs with his head falling back between his shoulders. “That’s it baby, I can feel how close you are. Fucking squeezing me.”
He’s right, you are close again, now rubbing yourself in tight circles like he asked and it's like there's no air left in your lungs to exhale. Your muscles tense all over and you bite your tongue to relieve the pressure, watching him pump in and out of you over and over, a vein on his neck straining against his skin like it's about to burst.
“Come for me,” he groans, voice breaking to a tone so wrecked, you both know that no one will ever hear him sound like that but you.
You follow his command, it’s not like you have a choice, another orgasm crashing all over you and draining your mind from everything that isn't him inside of you. Limbs convulse and sweat drips down your temple as the shuddering waves ripple from your core throughout your whole body.
Your pussy clenches around him frantically and pulls him over the edge as well, so he can't help the moan from slipping out as his hips stutter with every spurt of cum that he fills you with. His head falls into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your sticky skin, still moving, still pressing himself in as deep as he can, like he wants to bury himself inside of you.
“Shit,” he curses, muffled and drawn out, panting and revelling in the feeling of your cunt still wrapped around him so tightly. “I’m never pulling out of you, just so you know.”
You chuckle as you bring your arms around his back, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. “You sure about that?”
He’s still breathing heavily and you feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin as he nods. “No doubt about it.” He lifts his head to look into your eyes. “Still mad at me?”
“Never was.”
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warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, hard dom!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, jealousy, several tension filled moments, argument and miscommunication, confession of love, body insecurity, mentions of pain, descriptions of piercing process (reader gets her nipples pierced), masochism, use of latex gloves, sexual fantasies, makeout, hair pulling and scratching, hickies, lip biting, mild blood, lots of nipple play, degrading, praise kink, dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), clothed sex, creampie, pussy eating, clit play, fingering, face riding, several orgasms (he makes her cum three times), cum swallowing, overstimulation, cock palming (he has a cock piercing) missionary and doggy style, like one spank, he gets a tattoo of her birthdate ugh they're so smitten for each other, loving aftercare
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jungkook had a different aura in him.
it wasn’t just his physicality—though he was muscular and bulky enough to get constant attention.
it was the energy he carried.
that intensity that made your heart race without permission.
jungkook was your brother's best friend and a tattoo artist along with a piercer who owned a shop.
jungkook had a good name.
he had several tattoos himself that you ached to touch also his piercings which were no less captivating.
jungkook was intimidating to most, always carrying a scowl that was like his natural expression now.
he also had a reputation of being rude and grumpy.
but with you?
he was different.
softer somehow though he'd never admit it.
his dark eyes would linger on you for a bit too long and the way he spoke your name.
it was subtle sure.
but you noticed—god did you notice.
it was like he was fighting himself every time you were near.
and you wanted to know why.
you'd met jungkook a few years ago and you'd been smitten from the moment you saw him leaning against his bike outside your house.
a cigarette between his lips
he'd looked at you then with his piercing eyes and since then you'd felt the spark between you both.
you didn’t know how to explain it.
jae, your older brother never suspected a thing.
he didn’t notice the way jungkook’s jaw clenched when you walked into the room or the way his body reacted immediately when you even glanced at him.
he didn’t see the way jungkook’s eyes tracked your every move.
like a predator watching his prey
only to look away when you caught him staring
but you saw it all.
you felt each of his eyes almost like a physical touch.
you'd caught him staring countless times—when you were curled on the couch with a book or when you were focused on something.
even when you were simply existing.
each time his expression would harden like he was angry at himself for looking and he'd turn away.
even if he couldn’t help it.
you'd always had a crush on him though you'd never dared say it out loud.
how could you?
he was jungkook—your brother's best friend and most importantly he was untouchable.
he treated you like you were still a kid, sometimes teasing you about your untied shoelaces or that one time when you tripped over your own feet.
“you’re so clumsy, doll.”
but he'd drop to one knee to tie your laces.
he always did that.
also hearing the nickname made you seethe.
you hated it.
it made you feel small like he saw you as nothing more than jae's sister but there was something else in the way he said it.
the roughness in his voice, it made your thighs clench.
it was confusing.
maddening even.
the way he made you feel.
he'd also pick you up from your university campus sometimes, either because jae asked him to or because he'd volunteered without explanation.
you lived for those moments.
you'd straddle his bike, your arms wrapped around his waist and you'd hold onto him a little tighter than necessary.
your fingers brushing his hard abs through his shirt.
he'd barely speak during those rides but you felt the tension in his body from having you so close.
it was torture.
being so close to him yet so far.
knowing he yearned for you but refused to act on it.
you'd tested him over the years.
pushing his buttons.
you'd wear the smallest shorts you owned when you knew he'd be at the house—the ones that hardly covered the curve of your ass.
one night you'd taken it too far when jungkook and jae were in the living room with beers in hand, talking about some new tattoo jungkook was working on.
you'd walked in wearing a tiny skirt and a t-shirt with no bra beneath it.
you bent over to pick up a pen from the coffee table, knowing full well the angle gave jungkook a clear view of your panties.
the way it hugged your pussy.
your folds visible.
you then heard the loud crack of glass shattering and you gasped and turned to see jungkook staring at the broken glass in his hand.
his knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping it, his hand bloody.
you gulped and backed off, almost guilty for playing with him like that because you didn’t expect such a reaction.
jae laughed oblivious, assuming jungkook was just being destructive since he was a workout freak.
but you saw the truth in jungkook's eyes—raw desire.
“watch it.”
he glares, warning you.
the tension between you had been building for years.
it was in the way he’d hover near you or offer to fix things around the house when jae wasn’t home.
just to have an excuse to be near you.
but you knew.
you knew he was obsessed with you just as you were with him.
you were tired of it.
the teasing, the distance and the way he kept you at arm's length.
you wanted to break his restraint to push him until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
because you were a girl who always got what she wanted.
and you wanted him.
today you were done with all the hide and seek bullshit.
it was time for the real game.
you'd decided to visit jungkook's tattoo shop with a plan.
you'd been thinking about getting nipple piercings for a while, something that would be only noticeable to you under your clothes.
it would make you feel powerful.
but you'd be lying if you said you weren’t doing this to get under jungkook's skin.
you wanted to see how far you could push him before he snapped.
you dressed in a tiny black skirt that was almost like a belt, short enough that one wrong movement would expose your thong.
you paired it with thigh high stockings and wore a tight crop top, the neckline low enough to reveal your cleavage.
you looked like trouble.
and you were very aware.
you looked at yourself in the mirror and paused, your heart pounding with nervousness and excitement.
you were so ready.
the shop was buzzing with people when you walked in with clients getting tattoos and some sitting around.
mark jungkook's assistant was at the front and he grinned when he saw you.
mark was always a flirt with you every time you visited the shop.
but he wasn’t jungkook.
no one was.
“y/n!” mark called.
his eyes raking over your outfit with surprise since he wasn’t used to seeing you like this.
“didn’t expect to see you here. finally ready for the date with me?”
you tilted your head, letting your hair fall over one shoulder, knowing it drew attention.
“maybe?”
you said sarcastically.
that’s when you felt jungkook before you even saw him, the air growing heavier as he stepped out from the back room.
his eyes locked onto you instantly, already pissed at the way you're practically half naked.
“y/n.”
he almost growled as he stepped toward you.
his tongue ran over his lip piercing and you couldn’t help but stare at it, imagining how it would feel against your skin.
“what the hell are you doing here?”
you didn’t flinch at his tone but lifted your chin instead.
“well… i wanted to see you.”
your voice sassy.
“and i want a piercing.”
his eyes narrowed.
“a piercing?” he repeated.
“what kind?”
you held his gaze, your lips curling into a smirk.
“nipple piercings.”
the shop seemed to go still as jungkook's expression darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line.
and for a moment you thought he might drag you out of the shop right then and there.
“are you fucking serious?”
he steps closer until he towers over you.
“you’re not thinking straight, y/n.”
“i’m completely serious.” you shot back.
your arms crossed which only pushed your breasts out further, drawing his eyes to your cleavage before he forced them back up to your face.
“i’ve been thinking about this for months. i wouldn’t be here if i wasn’t sure.”
he stepped even closer, his breath hitting your face which sent a shiver down your spine.
“you don’t just walk in here and decide that. you need to think it through y/n it’s permanent. it’s not like buying a new skirt or some shit.”
you were filled with irritation and you stepped into his space, refusing to back down.
“i’m not a kid, jungkook.”
“it’s my body and i get to decide what i do with it, not you.”
fury simmered beneath his expression.
“you’re being impulsive.” he snapped.
his voice rising slightly, drawing a few glances from the other clients.
“you don’t know what you’re asking for and you’re not doing this just to fuck with me.”
you tilted your head, your smile turning challenging.
“and what if i am?” you ask
his nostrils flared and you thought he might lose it.
but before he could respond, you turned to mark who had been watching the exchange with amusement.
“if jungkook doesn’t wanna do it, maybe you can.”
you wink at him before your eyes flick to jungkook to see his reaction.
“you do most of the work around here anyways right mark?”
mark's grin widened with mischief.
“hell yeah, i can do it.”
he pushed off.
“nipple piercings are my specialty. and you know i can make it special for you, babe.”
mark whistled.
jungkook's hand shot out before mark could take another step, grabbing your wrist and pulling you flush against him.
you squealed as your body press against the hardness of his chest
he gripped you but not hard enough to hurt.
“no one’s touching you.” he grits out.
“if you’re doing this, it’s with me and that’s final.”
your heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him.
you could see the emotions raging within him.
“jungkook…” you started.
but he cut you off, his hand sliding to your waist.
“let’s go.”
he left no room for argument as he turned, pulling you toward the back of the shop as you stumbled in your heels.
struggling to keep up with his fast strides
as you both entered the room, he shut the door behind you loud enough to make you jump.
locking it.
leaving only you and him.
the room was a bit dark, smelling of antiseptic with shelves of several supplies and an adjustable reclined chair in the center.
he released you and stepped back.
“why are you doing this, y/n?” he asked.
his voice calm now but still laced with concern.
“is this about proving something to me? what's going on?”
you swallowed.
“it’s not about proving anything.” you breathe.
“listen to me… you’re perfect the way you are. you don’t need to get anything, sweetheart.”
your breath shook at his words.
“but i want to.”
“i’ve wanted nipple piercings for a while. they're sexy and they'll make me feel confident.”
he studied you for a long moment, his eyes searching your face looking for any doubt.
“you’re sure about this?” he whispers
“completely sure? because there’s no going back.”
“i’m sure.”
you nodded despite the nervousness in your chest.
“i want this. i want you to do it.”
his jaw clenched but he nodded, turning to prepare his tools. you watched as he pulled out a pair of black latex gloves.
snapping them onto his hands with a sound that made your stomach flutter for some reason.
as he grabbed other items like needle, wipes and more.
he'd done this several times before but there was a slight tremor in his fingers as he arranged the items as if he was fighting to keep his composure in your presence.
“lay down.”
he orders gruffly.
you obeyed settling and your skirt rode up slightly as you did exposing more of your thighs.
you could feel his eyes on you and when you looked up, you saw his gaze on your exposed skin and his adam's apple bobs as he swallowed.
“take off your top.”
it was like he was forcing the words out.
“and your bra.”
your breath hitched but your trembling fingers reached for the hem of your crop top and pulled it over your head.
and then you unhooked your bra and let it fall to the floor, leaving you bare from the waist up.
your heart pounded so loud you could hear it in your ears or you were sure jungkook could hear it in the silence.
for the first time you were exposed in front of him.
you felt vulnerable...
and now the confidence and sassiness you held from before seemed to fade and you wanted to cower.
jungkook froze, his eyes fixed on your tits, his eyes dilating as he took you in.
his hands fisted at his sides and it made your skin tingle, your nipples hardening into sharp points under his gaze and also the cold air.
“what?” you asked.
tears welling in your eyes as you misread him being quiet.
your insecurities hitting you.
“do you… do you not like what you see?”
his head snapped as he glared.
“don’t say that.” he grunts.
“don’t you dare think that. you're perfect y/n—too fucking perfect. that’s the problem.”
tears streamed down your cheeks at his words.
“then why do you always push me away?” you whimpered.
“you act like i’m just jae’s little sister like i don’t know what i want when i’ve wanted you for years, jungkook.”
he lets out a harsh breath, running his hand through his hair before tugging it in frustration.
“you don’t get it, y/n.” he pleads.
“you’re my best friend’s sister. i can't—shit i can't do this to him or to you. i’ve been trying to stay away and keep my hands off you but you make it so fucking hard.”
his expression wounded.
“every time you’re near me, i’m dying doll. i’m fucking dying.”
you stood closing the distance between you, your bare chest brushing his as you fisted his shirt.
“then stop trying.”
you're shaking with need and years of pent up longing.
“i don’t want you to be good, jungkook. i want you to want me.”
his hand shot out, gripping your hair and pulling you close making you gasp.
“you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
he hisses as his face was inches from yours.
he didn’t wanna hold back any of his feelings or confessions.
everything came out.
“i’ve been obsessed with you since the day i met you, y/n. i can't get you out of my head. i wanna make you mine. but let me tell you one thing…”
he paused and looked at you intently.
“if i touch you i give in, i won’t be able to stop. and i don’t know if you’re ready for that.”
“then don’t stop.”
you rush out desperately.
“i’m ready, jungkook. always have been.”
for a second you thought he might push away and retreat like he always had but then his lips crashed against yours.
it was full of want and frustration.
he didn’t waste any time before his tongue forced itself into your mouth in a way that made your knees weak.
you moaned into his mouth, your hands pulling at his shirt wanting him closer.
needing more and more
it was like he was a wild starved animal who was given food after so long.
you couldn’t keep up with his mouth as his hands roamed all over your body, squeezing your ass to his liking.
he bites and sucks on your tongue, your breasts squished against his chest.
when you finally pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours.
both your breaths mingling
“you’re gonna ruin me, baby.”
he mutters brokenly as he wipes your tears away with his thumbs.
he hates seeing you cry.
especially when he's the reason for your tears.
you smile breathlessly as jungkook slowly pushes you back.
“now sit back down.” he rasps.
“we’re doing this y/n, but it’s gonna be my way.”
you were filled with nerves and anticipation as you lay back on the reclined chair.
he loomed over you, his shadow covering you completely because of how big he was and the size difference between you and him always turned you on.
it made you feel small yet your clit throbbed for him.
“i’m gonna mark you first.” he said.
“stay still, y/n. i’m serious.”
you nodded shakily as he leaned close and his gloved fingers brushed against your areola.
a whimper escaped your lips as he drew two dots with the marker, one on either side of your nipple.
the sensation was ticklish, your thighs pressing together even more to soothe the ache between them.
jungkook's eyes snapped up to yours at your noise, lust in them.
“you can’t make sounds like that. you're gonna make this hard for me, baby.”
“s—sorry,” you whisper.
knowing very well it was a lie
and he knew it.
you held his gaze biting your lower lip bashfully as you shifted slightly, which caused your skirt to ride up and reveal your thong.
the wet patch there visible for him.
his gloved hands flexed as he fought the urge to pin you down and take what he wanted.
he took a deep breath, steadying himself as he checked if the marks were on point, his fingers brushing your nipple directly now.
your body arched slightly off the chair.
it was overwhelming.
the gloves amplified every touch making your skin feel hypersensitive, every brush of his fingers was like he was touching your pussy.
your nubs so hard that it almost hurt.
“mm... such a needy little thing.” he rasps.
he spent longer than necessary on your nipple, his gloved fingers rolling the sensitive bud between them.
pinching lightly then harder, watching every reaction you gave him.
“ah!”
you yelped at a particularly hard pinch as you squirmed.
unable to be still.
“look at you.”
a slow smirk curls on his lips.
“so fucking sensitive. you love this don’t you? love me playing with these.”
you signed, your cheeks burning with his words but you couldn’t deny the truth.
“yes.”
“jungkook, please…”
his fingers flicking your nipples fast enough to make you cry out.
“you want more hmm? want me to make you feel good?”
“yes.”
you moaned loudly.
“please jungkook, i need you.”
he groaned, his brows furrowing as his lips brushed your ear.
“why are you so perfect, huh?” he growls.
“always making me lose my shit”
his fingers continued their torture, rolling and tugging your nipples until you couldn’t be still anymore as he switched to your other nipple.
repeating the same process.
“be still before i tie you down.”
his angry words made you still as you looked at him, your chest heaving quickly.
he suddenly stopped not wanting to give you any relief before he got the main job done.
finally he picked up the needle.
“okay, doll.”
“deep breath. this is gonna hurt but i've got you. you trust me, right?”
“always.” you whisper.
your eyes locked on his, your trust in him unshakable.
he was about to mark your body.
it felt like a permanent claim.
because it was.
he was permanent for you.
he nodded before he focused on positioning the needle against the marked spot.
“breathe in.”
you followed his words, your hand gripping the chair bracing yourself.
“and out.”
as you exhaled, the needle pierced through and a cry tore out of your throat at the sharp pain.
the pain was fleeting, replaced by a feeling that made your head spin.
jungkook's free hand was on your shoulder caressing the skin there, wanting to distract you from the pain.
“that’s it you’re doing so good, baby. just breathe.”
he worked quickly, threading the silver barbell through the piercing and securing it.
“one down.”
his voice tight like he was feeling the pain you were in.
as if it hurt him more.
“you okay, doll? talk to me.”
“yeah.” you get out.
tears falling steadily.
“it hurts but… i'm okay. i can do this.”
he smiled genuinely, leaning down to peck your lips.
“i know you can. you’re my strong girl.”
“one more, okay? you’ve got this.”
his words gave you strength as he pierced your other nipple and you couldn’t stop the sob that left your lips.
but jungkook was there immediately trying to quicken the process.
“shh... you’re doing so good for me. almost there.”
when the second barbell was in place, your body buzzed with adrenaline and desire.
your nipples throbbing with pain and pleasure.
you didn’t know you were such a masochist until this very moment.
you looked down at your new piercings and gasped at what they looked like.
they were exactly what you'd wanted—different, bold, yet sexy.
jungkook stepped back, his eyes not leaving your tits and you could see the way his eyes were fully blown wide black with need.
the way his jeans strained against the bulge that was impossible to hide.
“you look… incredible. those piercings.. goddamn they suit you so well.”
“you make it so hard for me to control myself.” he scoffs.
you stood and slowly closed the distance between you.
“then show me.” you murmur.
“show me how much you want me, jungkook.”
his lips met yours again messily as he carefully avoided your new piercings, not wanting to hurt you as he bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
you yelp as he broke the kiss, his tongue coming out to soothe the spot on your lips.
“i’ll show you exactly what i want.”
he says angrily.
almost crazy.
and you felt the exact way as you tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.
“take it off.”
you pulled at it and he obliged, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his tattooed muscular body.
your lips parted as your eyes traced his tattoos.
you’ve seen him shirtless sometimes when he would hang out with your brother during summer but you never got the chance to see them up close.
each one of them was a masterpiece and you wanted to know all their stories.
but that’s when your eyes stopped over a tattoo right over his heart and you realized that it was your birthdate in roman letters.
you were speechless for a moment.
wondering if you were seeing it wrong as your fingers brushed over the ink.
“jungkook…”
tears welled in your eyes again.
“when did you?”
“a year ago.”
your glistening eyes met his.
“i knew it was wrong, but i—i couldn’t help it… i needed a piece of you with me always even just like this.”
your felt like your heart was going to burst as you leaned in, pressing your lips to the tattoo kissing it softly.
your tears falling on his skin.
your tongue came out, gliding over the letter and his hand gripped your hip tightly.
“fuck y/n… what are you doing to me?”
your teeth nipped lightly at the tattoo.
“i love you.”
you couldn’t hold back anymore.
his eyes flashed and he cupped your face, pulling you into another kiss.
slower this time.
full of everything he'd been holding back for years.
“i love you too.”
he said sincerely.
“always have, always will.”
his face buried into your neck leaving open mouthed kisses, stopping to suck at the spot that makes you writhe.
your head falls back as he leaves a hickey, your hand gripping his shoulder.
marks soon bloomed across your collarbone and shoulder.
all his self control gone.
he dropped to his knees before you, his hands parting your thighs.
and the sight before you made your heart stutter, you'd imagined this exact scene so many times—him on his knees for you.
as you touched yourself in your lonely nights.
his gloved hands slid up your thighs, pushing your tiny skirt up until it was bunched around your waist.
the exposure made you shiver as his intense eyes drank you in before his eyes met yours, seeking your permission without words.
you nodded shakily.
he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your thong and slid them down your legs and your bottom lip quivered as he tucked the damp fabric into his pocket.
“i’m keeping these.”
a wicked smirk on his lips.
“a little reminder of this moment yeah?”
your cheeks were on fire as you averted your gaze, not being able to hold his too long.
he spread your thighs as far as they would go, revealing your dripping pussy to his hungry gaze.
the cool air hits your core making your hips twitch instinctively.
“fuck, just look at you…” he grunts.
his eyes locked on the way you clench for him, he could smell your sweet arousal even from the distance.
he couldn’t believe he finally had you like this.
“all spread out for me, just begging for my tongue.”
the degrading words turned you on further.
“jungkook.” you whined.
“please…”
“please what, doll?” he stressed
his gloved fingers brushing your swollen folds and the feel of the latex against your most sensitive part felt too much.
his touch featherlight barely there, as your hips bucked for more but he pulled back.
enjoying teasing you.
making you beg for him.
as if he already hadn’t done that for all these years.
“use your words, baby. tell me what you want.”
“i want your mouth.” you gasped.
“please i need you to—to eat me out.” you stammered.
he lets out a guttural groan as his breath brushes against your pussy making you writhe.
“you’re gonna kill me saying shit like that.” he mutters.
“you have no idea how long i’ve dreamed of this doll, of tasting your sweet cunt and feeling you cum on my tongue.”
his lips brushed against your inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way closer to your pussy while you trembled with each kiss.
he left hickeys on your thigh.
he was like a beast savoring you and you were losing your mind, your hand pulling your own hair.
“look at you, so desperate and i haven’t even touched that pussy yet.”
you let out a high pitched whine.
“mhmm, don’t tease me. i can’t take it.”
“ohh you can take it.”
he hums against your thigh.
“you’re gonna take everything i give you doll and you’re gonna take it good.”
that’s when his tongue flicked against your clit and you arched with a moan as his lips closed around your clit sucking gently.
then harder.
faster.
the metal of his lip piercing brushed against your sensitive bud as your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head.
“ah mmhm oh god, jungkook!”
you gripped his hair as he went on, alternating between sucking your clit and flicking it with his tongue.
he used his fingers to keep your folds parted for him.
it was already overwhelming you from his skilled mouth and he slid one gloved finger inside you.
your thighs trembled.
“dammit.” he growls.
the vibration against your pussy sends another wave of pleasure through you.
“yes, yes.”
your voice breaks as his finger curls inside you hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars.
“it feels so good.”
you couldn’t take the assault, your thighs closing on their own around his head but he held you open with his free hand.
devouring you.
he added a second finger stretching you further and you let out a wail, your hips bucking against his face.
you chased more of him grinding on his tongue and he let you use him like your personal sex toy.
he lets out hums of approval.
“mhmm hahh..”
you murmured incoherent words as his nose brushed against your clit, all while his fingers pumped in and out of you.
“you taste so fucking good.” he rasps.
his lips brushing your entrance as he spoke
“can’t believe i stayed without this for so long. i could eat this pussy all damn day and make you cum over and over until you're begging me to stop.”
his tongue lapped at your slit.
“what do you say doll? gotta make up for the lost time right?”
your hands tugged harder at his hair, pulling him closer to you as you looked at him with glassy eyes.
your body responding to each of his filthy words.
“you should.” you panted.
he chuckles darkly and before he could dive back in, your phone rang cutting through the haze of tension.
your frowned as you glanced at the screen to see jae's name.
your heart stopped as panic hit you but jungkook didn’t stop, his fingers curling rhythmically inside you.
“pick it up.” he demands.
you shook your head but he reached for the phone, forcing it into your hands.
“do it.”
there was a challenge in his eyes.
“tell him you’re not coming home tonight.”
you looked at him like he had grown two heads but you knew you couldn’t escape his orders so with trembling hands you answered the call.
“h—hey jae.” you managed
your breath hitches slightly as jungkook twists his fingers.
“where are you?” your brother asked.
“it’s late. you coming home soon?”
“u—um ah—”
you quickly covered your mouth, hoping to stifle your noises, pleading with jungkook with your eyes but didn't seem to care.
relishing in watching you struggle and the fact that you could get caught so easily.
“is everything okay? why do you sound breathless?”
jae asks a bit suspiciously.
“everything’s fine!”
you rush out, letting out a squeaky laugh.
mortified that he could hear you.
“i... i’m staying with a friend tonight. you know girls’ night.”
you tried to sound as normal as you could when all you wanted was to scream from the way jungkook's tongue and fingers worked.
jungkook's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
as he redoubled his efforts.
you almost dropped your phone as you bit your fist.
“okay? just… be safe, call me later.”
jae had no idea that his best friend was currently between your thighs, driving you to the edge of madness.
“i will.”
you gasped ending the call just when jungkook's teeth slightly grazed your clit, your phone falling to the floor with a thud.
“jungkook, jungkook!” you sobbed.
“that’s it, baby.”
“cum for me. let me feel you cum all over my face.”
his words were your undoing and you came with a scream, your vision going white as your hands scratched his shoulder.
you were basically mindless.
your clit pulsed at the same pace as your heart as your cum hit him in the face.
he didn’t stop.
licking you through the aftershocks, his tongue is gentler now more soothing as he draws out every last bit of pleasure.
his fingers thrust until you pushed him away with a whine.
overstimulated to your limits.
“mhmm… so beautiful when you cum.”
he pressed a kiss against your knee as you tried to catch your breath.
“jungkook.” you whispered hoarsely.
your hands still tangled in his hair
“that was… oh my god.”
“you liked that huh?” he asks smugly.
“liked me making you scream my name?”
“yea..” you admitted.
you couldn’t look away from his eyes now, knowing that you no longer have to hide your feelings.
his lips still coated with your arousal.
“i loved it.”
“good.”
he stands slowly, his hands keeping your thighs spread for him.
“because i’m not done with you yet.”
nothing was enough—not for you and definitely not for him.
he needed more.
he looked up and down your figure, the skirt was still bunched on your waist and your thigh stockings were still there along with your heels.
you looked so damn irresistible like this.
so his.
your piercings still hurt but it was overshadowed by your need for him.
he comes down hovering over you, his hand on either side of you, his torso glistening with a sheen of sweat.
your hand immediately found the tattoo on his chest that he got for you.
you couldn't keep your hands away from it
it still made your heart ache with love.
“you want this?”
he looks at you as if he needed to hear it one more time before he let himself go completely.
“yes.” you whispered.
your hands wrapping around his neck.
you were as sure as you'll ever be.
“that has always been my answer, jungkook.”
his jaw ticks as he gulps hard.
“doll…”
“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this. how many nights i fucked my fist thinking about you like this.”
you keened at his words as he slowly pushed his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion and your eyes widened.
you were awestruck because of his cock.
it was thick and hard precum already gathered at the tip but the specialty of it was the piercing.
it was bigger than you'd imagined several times and you already feel your pussy flutter again even if you just came a few minutes ago.
you stared at it.
your mouth drying at the thought of him inside you.
“like what you see, baby?”
his head tilts cockily as he revels in your reaction.
his ego boosting.
he wrapped his hand around his cock stroking himself slowly, his thumb brushing over the piercing as if teasing you about what's about to come.
the sight was almost pornographic, especially with his gloved hands and his tattoos.
you nodded as you watched him, mesmerized by the way he pumped his cock, his balls jostling as his head fell back.
“fuck me…” you beg.
he laughs breathlessly.
“look at you practically drooling for me like a good little slut. you’re gonna take this cock so well, aren’t you?”
“yes, yes.” you babbled.
the humiliation behind his words made you moan as you looked away but he grabbed your chin making you meet his eyes.
“don’t you look away. i want my girls’ eyes on me always.”
his hand slid under your thighs, lifting them slightly to keep you open for him as two of his fingers slid inside you without warning.
“ah, wait!”
your nails dug into his chest as your hips shifted away from him, but he held you in place not letting you run.
“shh... i have to make you ready for me.”
his tongue laps at your jawline as he penetrates you with another finger as three of his fingers scissor you.
stretching you further and further.
“you’re so tight, sweet girl. don’t wanna hurt you.”
you sobbed against his shoulder as he worked you open, the sounds of your arousal filling the room.
“i’m ready… just please.” you pant.
you couldn't take it any longer.
he huffs before pulling his fingers out and lining himself up, the piercing brushing against your entrance.
“are you sure about this doll?”
it was taking every ounce of control to hold himself back.
“i wouldn’t want it any other way.”
you said determined making sure he knew the seriousness in your tone.
that was all he needed.
he pushed into you slowly filling you inch by inch, keeping his eyes on your face to make sure you weren’t in pain.
his piercing dragged against your inner walls, adding a whole new sensation that made you sob.
not being used to it at all
it was too much yet not enough.
“ahh!”
he stretched you to your limits with his fat cock.
“fuck, you’re so tight.”
he paused, letting you adjust to him.
“taking my cock so well like you were made for it.”
you moaned at his praise as you adjusted to his size.
“it’s so big—oh god—”
a cry breaks your sentence.
“i know, baby.”
he sucked on the spot beneath your earlobe.
“you’re such a good girl. being so good for me.”
he slowly starts to thrust inside you, hitting spots inside you didn’t know existed.
letting you get used to him.
slowly the pain turned into immense pleasure.
“please don’t stop.”
“never baby.”
his hips start moving a little faster as the sound of skin slapping against skin, along with both your mixed noises was all you can hear.
it was so lewd.
“you’re mine y/n. no one gets to fuck you like this. not mark, not anyone, just me.”
he was still set on the fact that you flirted with mark just to piss him off.
his hips gives you a punishing pump.
“only yours.” you babbled.
your moans turned into screams as your nails raked down his back, leaving red lines.
you were so full.
“yeah.” he hissed.
the pain turned him further into an animal.
“say that you’re mine.”
“yours.” you hiccupped.
you couldn’t speak.
“i’m yours, only yours.”
his thrusts become more erratic as he angles his hips to hit you perfectly.
and you clench him in a way that feels like you are squeezing the life out of him.
“shitt squeezing me like you never wanna leave.”
you never knew sex could feel like this even if you’ve dated before.
no one could make you feel like him.
his eyes fixed on the way your breasts bounced for him and the piercings made them way too alluring.
his half lidded eyes fixed on him and he was sure he would fuck your tits once they healed.
paint them with his cum and the thought makes him fuck you quicker.
“jungkook, i’m gonna cum please. i can’t.”
“cum for me.” he snarls.
his cock slamming into you with a force.
“let me feel it.”
your throat grows raw from screaming as your legs kick from the intense orgasm that crashed through you.
milking his cock.
his thrusts never slowed as he chased his own release, not giving you time to recover.
his hand flips you onto your hands and knees.
you squealed at the way he manhandled you.
your knees almost gave in as you braced yourself, holding onto the chair and he impaled you from behind once again.
sliding into you in one smooth motion.
“nghhh hahh gosh, i can’t.”
tears spilled down your cheeks.
“fuck you’re so tight like this.”
he spanks your ass slightly making you arch up as you bite onto the cushion of the chair.
it felt like he was going to break the chair.
you were surprised that it was still holding on.
“push that ass back for me.”
his hand gripped your hair, pulling your head back as you murmured nonsense.
your body on autopilot as you met his thrusts.
he watched hypnotized at the way your ass bounced on him and the way your pussy gripped his cock.
liquids oozing out from your earlier orgasms.
he was living in his dream.
he roars grabbing both your arms and holding them back so he could keep you tethered while his hips slapped into yours relentlessly.
your nails dug into his hands as he went faster and faster.
“holy fuck. take it baby.” he curses loudly.
it was like you were in heaven from ecstasy.
and before you knew it, you were cumming again.
“i can’t, i can’t please—”
you were broken.
that's it.
“you can. just let it happen sweet girl.”
his thrusts grew sloppy as his cock pulsed inside you before he came with a choked moan.
filling you with his warm release.
his hands gripped your hips so hard you knew you'd have bruises as he collapsed against you.
he made sure you took each spurt of his cum beforre he pulled you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you.
as you both caught your breath, his cock still inside you softening but heavy.
his hands roamed your body, soothing the marks he'd left.
“my baby…”
his lips brushed against your shoulder.
“are you okay? i’ve never… fuck i’ve never felt anything like that.”
you turned your head, meeting his eyes that were full of adoration and you nodded.
“me neither.”
he hums contentedly as he pecks your lips.
your eyes flicker, already feeling sleepy from cumming too many times.
your body giving up on you.
you felt so sated.
and most importantly happier than you've ever been.
“now don’t sleep on me. let me clean you first.”
you giggled softly, suddenly shy now that the intimacy faded as he pulled out of you slowly with a squelch making you whimper.
but his gentleness helped you.
he grabbed some wipes, cleaning between your thighs and himself as well before he grabbed his hoodie and helped you put it on.
it was like he was wrapping you in himself.
“there you go.” he smiled.
both of you looked sickeningly in love.
not being able to keep your hands off each other as he explained how to care of your new piercings in detail.
“no tight clothing for a while and it will be sore for a few days but if it gets swollen you call me okay?”
“i’ll be there to take care of you.”
you nodded, feeling giddy at the thought of him looking after you and the new connection between you both.
“love you…”
after letting you rest for a while, he led you outside not caring about the other artists or clients who were still in the shop.
you knew they didn’t hear anything because of the soundproof room but both your states were pretty obvious about what happened.
jungkook held you in bridal style, his grip tightening as he met mark's gaze.
he didn’t feel necessarily jealous because he always knew you were his.
but he had to make sure no one even thought about his girl.
you hide your face in his chest at everyone's gaze.
he took you outside to his motorcycle, helping you get on.
“just you and me, doll.”
“always.”
your arms wrapped around his waist, your cheek pressed against his back, the engine started and he drove through the quiet night.
you felt alive.
free.
like you were exactly where you were meant to be.
and you clung to him tighter feeling the warmth of his body as he gripped your hand pressing it against his heart.
you smiled as you felt his heartbeat match yours.
you knew this was only the beginning.
you were his and he was yours.
and as he drove, it was like both of you were in the path of a new future.
one full of possibility.
he promised himself he'd never let you go now that he finally had you.
that he'd spend every day of his life showing you how much you meant to him.
Hellowww^^ These are mainly Yoonkook tbh, but there's a KTH one too? Yeah. Tbh, I just thought of editing the first rec list but realized I want to add Jk cuz I have a fic I've read a long time ago and really wanted to shareeee (read: recent->old). So, again, be mindful when reading! Most in these have explicit scence-_- Claps and praises to the authors^^
These are works of fiction. Events, characters, and depictions are entirely imagined and do not represent the real-life actions or personalities of any real individuals, including the idols mentioned.
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